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visforvengeance · 11 months ago

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944 miles

Requested by: no one<3

Notes: Hi! So sorry I took so long to post this lmao. Um this will be a series. I haven't worked out how many chapters there will be but I do know how I want at least the next two chapters to be. If you've seen my last post where I posted a snippet of it, then you know I had an OC named Rue Winston. That will be changed and the only thing that will remain is the last name and no character description will be involved but do know I had black!reader in mind. Thanks for reading <3

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. i think that's it. it's only the first chapter so nothing too crazy going on.

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Fatima rushed to the Berzatto Family Salon door with her young daughter by her side. Fatima wouldn’t have been late if it weren’t for her babysitter canceling at the last minute. The poor child was just too young to care for herself.

As Fatima frantically searched around the building for Donna, her hairstylist, Y/N sat idly by. She played with the toys her mother had gotten her for her 5th birthday, which was just a few months before. When Fatima’s eyes landed on Donna’s, they reflected a range of emotions.

Donna felt bad for the young mother, having three kids of her own, she knew what Fatima was suffering. Donna’s eyes traveled to the playing toddler on her floor, not a care for the outside world. She reminded her of her own child, Carmen, the youngest.

“Donna! I’m so sorry I’m late. My babysitter bailed last minute and I had no one else to watch her,” Fatima was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t the future she imagined when she found out she was with child.

Her husband, Ezra, had walked out on his family when their daughter was 2 years old. He had claimed he never wanted a child in the first place.

“Ok ok ok, Hun. Just take a deep breath, it’s fine. I have a son who’s around the same age as her. He’s here with me today, they could play together!”

She rushed through the door, ignoring everyone except for Carmen. He sat on his bed watching his best friend bounce around in his bedroom.

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” She squealed while clutching the unopened envelope to her chest.

Carmen was dreading the day when they received their acceptance letters. He hadn’t told her that his college of choice was in New York. He knew that she’d d be attending college in Chicago, but fucking Carmen. He always had to strive for the best.

He felt like shit, but the pure excitement on her face was infectious. He couldn’t help his smile as they switched envelopes, now holding each other’s futures in their hands.

“I’ll go first, you ready?” He watched as she bit at her nails anxiously, she nodded.

Carmen opened the letter, he spared one glance at her before he began reading.

“Dear Ms. Winston, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as an official student of the English Literature and Arts Department…” Rue’s hearing had faded as she allowed the words to process.

When it finally hit her, she rushed into Carmen’s arms. Her tears soaked into the cotton of his shirt but he didn’t let that deter him from telling her just how proud he was of her. When they pulled away, he held her face in his hands as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. He looked into her eyes, silently asking if she was okay. She nodded, looking back into his blue ones.

Y/N carefully tore into the letter, her eyes scanning over the paper. The Institute of Culinary Education, 225 Liberty Street, 3rd Floor, New York, NY 10281. New York? No, this can’t be. He’d tell her if he was going to New York, right?

She cleared her throat and began reading, “Dear Mr. Berzatto, we are very pleased to offer you admission into The Institute of Culinary Arts.” Her throat ran dry as she read. What the fuck?

“Why didn’t you tell me you applied for New York?”

“You’re the one who told me not to tell you,” he huffed, suddenly feeling defensive at his lack of mentioning.

“It’s fucking New York, Carmen! I meant don’t fucking tell me if it was in the goddamn state. I thought that was obvious. Why there, anyway?”

He felt strings tugging at his heart as her voice cracked. Why did he choose New York? A 944-mile drive away from his home? His family? From the girl he loved? When making his decision, She was the last thing on his mind at the time. Mikey not allowing him to work at the family restaurant fucked with Carmen’s nerves.

Lack of communication led to him believing that his brother thought he wasn’t good enough. So, Carmen figured “Maybe if I go to this prestigious school and become the world’s greatest chef, he’ll think I’m good enough then.” 15-year-old Carmen had made up his mind, everything else be damned. But, nothing would prepare him for the moment it came time to tell his best friend that he was leaving her.

“It’s the best culinary school in the state,” her eyes began to water. She felt fucking elated that Carmen was getting into the school of his dreams, but it being 14 hours away was breaking her heart. She didn’t want to make him feel bad or ruin this moment, but the way she could feel herself start to sweat was overwhelming.

She decided to drop it. She didn’t want Carmen to feel bad about his decision. Willing her tears to dry, she quickly smiled. “I’m so proud of you,” She was genuinely so proud of Carmen. She wanted nothing more than for him to succeed. If his succeeding meant she had to cheer him on from Chicago, she’d do it proudly.

Carmen could feel the sadness radiating off of her. He knew what she was doing. The switch from being on the verge of tears to smiling brightly was a reaction he’d seen far more than he liked. Being the reason wasn’t something he liked too much, either. But, when she said that she was proud of him, he believed her. He always believed her.

The last few days of school had been so tiring with graduation and Carmen leaving for NYC soon. She and Carmen spent as much time with each other as they could. Fatima worked a lot and Donna always had something that needed her attention. Everyone was busy. Summertime was approaching which meant Mikey had to prepare. He’s still not letting Carmen help, though.

She sighed as she felt her back hit the mattress beneath her. She hadn’t had time to relax and take a deep breath until now. She was home alone, with no plans and a severe and excruciating lack of Carmen. She saw less of him after the pair read their acceptance letters together. She didn’t know whether it was because of the news he shared or he was just extremely busy.

Regardless of whether they were fighting or not, Carmen never avoided her. There was no reason for him to be mad at her and she wasn’t particularly mad at him, but there was a dark cloud that hung over them. An unwavering force that bullied its way between them, you could practically see it.

She wanted to be happy for him, but the negative feelings always crawled their way back up. Was she overreacting? This wasn’t the end of them. They could always call, visit each other, or text. It wasn’t like he was moving to another country.

He was leaving her today. She began to panic at the thought but forced herself through it. She gathered all of the items she wanted to give to him before he left. His favorite shirt that he’s always searching for (she stole it), the matching bracelet that he’d leave on her dresser so he wouldn’t lose it, and a painting that she made for them. The painting was of them together. She spent the entire school year working on it, she made it for him after he practically begged her to do a painting for him.

After she was done, she made her way next door. The constant ruckus could be heard outside of the door. Donna is yelling for Mikey to help his brother, Sugar and Richie are fighting over god knows what. She pushed herself through the door. It was warm inside, and it smelled like apple pie and cinnamon. It always smelled like something delicious at the Berzatto house.

Donna noticed her first, rushing to her while calling for Mikey to come and grab the (not heavy) box from her. Donna pulled the younger girl into her warm embrace, bombarding her with questions as she always did. It never bothered her as she knew what Donna was like and loved her dearly. Donna always treated her as if she was her child, she’d look after her when Fatima was busy with work. She’d invite her on family trips, she was an unofficial family member like Richie.

“How are you, sweetheart? You hungry? We made a little something for Bear before it’s time for him to go,” Donna held her face in her hands as she spoke. Her heart warmed at Donna’s actions. Despite her doing things like this since the moment they met, it always made her smile. She politely declined, though. She wanted to be alone with Carmen for a while.

“I’m not hungry at the moment, Mama D, but I promise I’ll eat before I go,” Donna nodded and gave her cheeks a small pat. They spoke a little bit more before Donna left her to continue doing what she was doing. She had a habit of minimizing her emotions when something big happened. She kept a straight as she walked up the stairs to Carmen’s room, but her mind was racing. She didn’t want to think about the bad things that could happen while she and Carmen were apart.

She pushed the door open, standing in the doorway as she watched the two brothers talk. “Dude, you’re doing it the wrong way-“

“I think I know how to properly tape up a box, Carmen.”

“You’re literally doing it wrong.”

She couldn't hold in her laughter as they bickered back and forth. Their heads snapped toward her, startled by her presence. “Jesus, fuck, bunny. You scared the shit out of me!” Mikey set down the box he was holding to rush over and hug her. She hugged him back, squeezing him a bit as she did so. “Sorry, Mikey. I wanted to see who’d get hit first,” Mikey chuckled.

She and Mikey had a special kind of bond. She had a unique bond with each Berzatto child. But, the two of them were like siblings. Mikey was like the big brother she never had, always to her rescue if needed. When Carmen couldn’t be bothered, she had Mikey and Sugar.

Before he could respond, Carmen cleared his throat. Mikey looked between the two, gears turning in his head. You see, Michael knew of his feelings for the girl. He was constantly trying to get Carmen to step up and admit his feelings for the girl but Carmy was always too nervous to do so, afraid he’d lose her. He couldn’t risk that.

Mikey nodded, raising his arms in defense and he backed off, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” She sat on Carmen’s bed, looking around his room. It looked nearly empty, aside from the furniture. “Did you get a chance to look at the things I brought?” Carmen looked over everything except for the painting. He’d seen her art before, he knew how talented she was. But he feared that if he looked at it now, his heart would break all over again.

“Yeah, everything except for the painting.” She felt her body twitch as their eyes locked. His expression was unreadable as she wondered why he hadn’t taken a glance. “Promise you’ll take a peek when you get to your dorm?” She thought she sounded fucking pathetic. ‘Please look at this painting that means so fucking much to me, it’s the least you could do.’ She wanted to throw up.

In reality, Carmen didn’t want to look. Not because he feared he’d hate it, but because then he’d be forced back to reality. The reality that he’s in love with his best friend whom he’s about to leave for four fucking years. The reality is that he’s loved her since middle school and now it’s too late because he’s a coward. “Promise.”

She and Carmen had spent their last few hours together in his bed. The sun had fallen, and everything was packed up and ready to go. Carmen said his goodbyes to everyone, except her. She lingered somewhere nearby, watching as he hugged and kissed his family. They were both trying to prolong their last few moments together. “I’m gonna miss you,” she could hardly speak. God, did she not want to cry right now.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Carmen’s facade was starting to crack. He allowed it to, he only allowed himself to feel in front of her. “And don’t forget about me, either.” Her tears were streaming down her face, heavy drops landing on her shirt. Carmen couldn’t handle it anymore as he pulled her into a tight hug. Their tears soaked into the other’s shirt as they cried together. They stayed like that for what felt like hours until Mikey called for Carmen. She watched as her best friend drove away. She’d never believe you if you told her that she wouldn’t hear from him for 2 years.

#carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear fx

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godlygreta · 10 months ago

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god is fair | j. t. kiszka

title | god is fair

word count | 7.7k

warnings | swearing, mentions of alcohol - nothing too terrible... yet ;)

author's note | i've had this in the chamber for some time now, i just lost the inspo to write, which is why i haven't in a long time. this isn't a promise that i'll post more fics as they come to me, seeing as i'm a senior in college who has a fuck ton of other things to do. there will be a part 2 to this fic, but i couldn't tell you when it's coming :)

also, very much so listening to god is fair, sexy nasty by mac miller while writing this & starting the next part, so take that as you will ;)

unedited as hell so pls excuse any mistakes !

You always had this rivalry since the beginning of freshman year. This guy, Jake, would never show up to any of the classes the two of you had together, but always got the highest grades on every single goddamn exam that your Intro to Bio professor gave out. It infuriated you.

You figured that in the spring semester, you would be freed from the disappearing boy, but you weren’t. While the teacher called roll, everyone shouted out here. She landed upon his name, calling out to the class and looking through the rows of students. He had been there for orientation, sitting in one of the middle rows, slouched in his seat.

You planned to confront him the next day you had class together, on Wednesday, but Jake was nowhere to be found. Your roommate and your friends had heard your exhaustive theories as to why he was never in class. “Babe, you sound insane. Just let it go.”

But you couldn’t.

Competition lived deep within your roots, having an entire competition with the second top student in your graduating class in high school. Though the rage held between each other was never taken far outside of the academic realm, the two of you never thought to be friends and encourage one another. Thankfully, the two of you resolved the competition when the two of you realized you would be going into two very separate fields of study in college.

Camren, who knew she was going to be a chemist from the time she first learned about chemistry, had told you she loved the competition – made it fun and kept things interesting. And there you were, going to school for Pre-Med with the same feeling. The two of you kept in contact, updating each other on the strive for greatness in college as well.

You kept a close relationship with a lot of your teachers, making sure to get on their good side before classes had really begun. You emailed most of them, especially your Anatomy and Physiology professor, Dr. Sahnya Heinz.

She was incredibly skilled in her field, leaving the active medical field to teach the new and future minds of medicine. It was a cliche line she delivered on the first day, but it encouraged that familiar competitive fire that dwelled within you.

You don’t quite remember how you came to figure out that Jake was ahead of you, but you had found out somehow from your professor, although it was an accident.

It made everything in you burn with anger and frustration. Anytime someone mentioned him, or mentioned the fact that you were second, you clenched your jaw and your teeth gritted together. Your friends had an inside joke that you were only mad because you had a huge crush on him.

“I barely even know what he looks like, Mel! I fucking hate the guy. Don’t start shit.” You’d plead, beer can in your hand in the lounge of some fraternity floor.

Over the next few semesters, you kept trying your hardest, spending most of your free time in the library, reading everything that you could to prepare for every exam. You wrote papers early, having them done at least three weeks in advance. As soon as you would be told about a new one, you’d immediately start finding sources.

You sauntered around campus, thinking that you would be way ahead of him. He still never showed up to any classes, aside from orientation and exam periods. You’d stare at him for a few moments while the teacher passed out the exam, looking over his face as much as you could.

His long hair would obscure your vision on occasion, making it hard to catch any of his features at all. From what you could see though, he had nice, full lips. His nose was something you could have stared at the entire exam period.

You watched him as he licked his lips, whispering a thank you to Heinz before grabbing his pencil from his desk and getting to work. You looked away from him as soon as Heinz put your exam on your desk, offering her a small smile and a quick thank you before getting to work.

It was almost spring break, meaning some of your assignments had been slowing, some of them had been increasing. A group of your friends from different majors told you about one of the lounge parties a fraternity on campus was throwing. “Sigma Tau has the worst lounge parties, Tamia. You know this.”

“They’re joining forces with the Delta’s though, so it’ll be better than normal! You have to come, you’ve always got your nose in a book. You haven’t drank with us in so long, I forget what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t know… I need to work on this Midterm paper I have in Kainz’s class, it’s due next week.”

“Babe, it’s been done for weeks! You just keep editing it trying to find mistakes and there are none! I’ve literally read it five times. Please, go out with us, just tonight?”

You looked between Tamia and Mel, knowing in the end you would give into them anyways. “Ugh, fine! Tonight, and tonight only, just this once. If I don’t like it, though, I’m leaving and going to bed early.”

“You’ll have so much fun, I swear!” Mel and Tamia looked between each other, sharing expressions of excitement and happiness on their faces. You rolled your eyes, standing up from your chair.

You let them raid your closet, trying to throw something together quickly. Most of the time, Tamia and Mel never obeyed the dress code for the lounge parties, hating the idea of giving into the male gaze of the fraternity brothers. Tonight, however, was a bit different. The theme was Western, meaning it was cowboy hats and very tiny shorts.

You looked over the outfit that laid out in front of you, straw cowboy hat that Tamia had bought from Amazon (one for each of you), a pair of short shorts that may or may not show your ass a bit, and a red bandana top that Mel let you borrow last semester that you forgot to return. “I don’t know about this. I don’t even have the right shoes.”

“You forget we wear the same size, bitch, you’re going. No backing out.” They joked, tossing you a pair of white boots. “Just put that shit on while we heat up the curling iron, okay?”

“Fine, fine, okay.” You peel off your shirt, throwing on the one they picked out. Next to go were your pajama pants, which were replaced by the shorts. You kept the same socks on, knowing that nobody would see them anyways with the boots going up to the middle of your calf muscle. “I look fucking ridiculous.”

“You look fucking hot, now sit down while we do your hair and makeup,” Mel spoke, pulling out your desk chair while Tamia smiled wickedly with the curling wand in hand. You were nervous, looking at the both of them, but the good kind that settled under your skin and was left hidden behind the smallest smile.

You talked about upcoming exams with them while they did your hair and makeup, much to their dismay. They attempted to fill you in on the various drama situations going on around campus while you had been heavily plugged into your textbooks. You gasped often, finding shock and awe in some of the things they had been telling you about classmates.

They spoke about Jake, letting it slip that he had been planning on attending the party, joined at the hip with one of the girls he had been rumored to have been dating. One of the many. “Ugh, he just sounds like a douche. Gives me even more reason to hate him.”

“We’re not feeding into your delusion that he’s some douchebag. Dropping it.” Tamia spoke, putting her hands up in a surrender. Mel laughed, pulling away from you with an eyeliner pen in hand. “Maybe we’ll get you drunk enough to admit you like him.”

“I don’t like him, and I thought we were dropping the topic.” You looked at Tamia in the mirror, watching her face deadpan as she looked back at you.

“I have something hot in my hands, don’t be rude to me.” The three of you laughed, getting back into the rhythm of getting ready. You let them do their thing to you, curling the last bit of your hair and putting the finishing touches of highlighter on your brow bone.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, marveling at the job they did. You thanked them for getting you all dolled up, watching them change into their outfits. It was mostly just them taking off the sweats they were wearing, throwing them over the back of your desk chair. You took a few pictures with them in your mirror before finally deciding to head out.

The party had started a half an hour ago, walking into the party late like most people did. The three of you got in easily with matching the dress code, immediately looking for the drinks table. The boys in charge handed the three of you a free shot of anything you wanted. Mel chose for you, starting the night out roughly with a shot of Svedka.

You grabbed a Sprite from one of the boys in one hand, the shot of Svedka in the other. The three of you tapped your glasses together before downing the shot. The alcohol burned as it slipped down your throat, trying to soothe it with the taste and coolness of the Sprite. You shook a bit, throwing the cup away in a nearby trash can.

“That was fucking gross, I hate you so much for choosing Svedka.”

“I could’ve chosen something even more nasty, like Jack.” Mel laughed, leading the three of you over to a section in the lounge where you could stand a decent enough distance away from one another, instead of being piled on top of one another.

“I would have rather taken a shot of Jack, Mel.” You spoke, sipping more of your Sprite. Tamia pointed out a few of the people they had talked about earlier, letting you put names to faces.

In the midst, two of the Sigma brothers decided to start a dance battle, capturing the attention of those around them. Everyone joined in, gathering around the two guys. Mel and Tamia joined too, but you had slipped out of their grasp by telling them you had to use the bathroom.

You were happy to escape the party, sneaking out with a bottle of Smirnoff the boys had left unattended. You walked outside, taking a deep breath in. You were thankful to be met with the smell of fresh air, not smelling sweat and booze everywhere. Your peace and tranquility was ruined by someone’s voice, “Well, don’t you look adorable.”

Your head snapped towards the voice, seeing Jake sitting up against the bike rack with a cigarette between his fingers. “Shut up.”

“What? I can’t compliment you?”

“No,” you started, crossing your arms with the bottle still in your hand. “No, you can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I hate you.” Jake looked at you, up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette. You screwed off the cap of the bottle, taking a pull. You tried your hardest to not make a face, looking away slightly when the familiar sting settled in your throat.

“Why do you hate me? I’ve never spoken to you before.”

“Do I have to have a reason?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Suppose not. But if I knew why you hated me,” he tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it with his boot. “Then maybe I could find a way to make you not hate me.”

“Unless you flunk your next exam, I guarantee that won’t happen.”

“Oh, I get it.” He chuckled, standing up from the bike rack he was leaning against. He grabbed his cigarette butt up from the ground, tossing it into the nearest garbage can. He turned towards you, staring at you with his brown eyes. “You’re just mad because I’m smarter than you.”

“You’re never in class. You shouldn’t be ahead of me.” You glared at him, lips moving into a frown.

“Just because I’m never there doesn’t mean I’m not getting the information. I work five, sometimes six days a week. We only have class three days a week. Typically, I gotta work those days. Heinz sends me the powerpoints and the assignment notes so I never miss anything.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you even work then?” You asked.

He chuckled, fingers brushing yours that were wrapped around the bottle. “Now if I told you that, it would ruin all the fun,” he looked you up and down once more, licking his lips slightly. “Well, maybe I’ll see you and your bottle inside.”

You waited til the doors closed behind him to roll your eyes, and huff outwardly. You took the bottle of Smirnoff, turned on your heels and walked towards your dorm hall. You hated Jake. You really hated Jake.

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Your midterms came and went. The stress decreased slightly, but only to be raised again as the end of the semester loomed around. Assignments started piling up, various papers and presentations due all around the same week. Since the end of Spring Break, you had been holed up in your room, left to your mountains of homework.

Your Microbio class had a presentation due that coincided with the research project you had been working on all semester long. Human Anatomy and Physiology (or affectionately known as BIO 312) had a major cumulative exam on the entire semester, which stressed you out more than any other homework assignment or exam you had.

Thankfully, your school held an all day event that attempted to boost the morale of the students on campus. Filled with a bunch of free things, you took advantage of everything offered.

Lined up on tables were various student organizations set up, with their own little games and prizes. A few of them had speakers that played the music they wanted to listen to, all speakers attempting to outman the other. However, the one that ended up winning was a tie dye station located in the lawn, handing out free t-shirts to dye.

One of the guys at the tie dye station had a wide smile on his face while his hands were dripping with dye. Setting your prizes down at a table where Tamia and Mel had put their things, you walked over to him. He welcomed you over with a smile, “Hey! Lookin’ to tie dye?”

“Yeah, I’m a medium.” You smiled at him, blocking the sun with your hand. He called over to Benny, asking him to pull a medium out for you. Benny handed you the shirt with a smile. “I’ve never dyed anything before.”

“Never?! That’s a crime against mankind, darlin’, let’s get this shirt dyed.” He spoke, talking you over the colors in each of the buckets. He explained to you some basic color theory, although you had remembered that from your high school painting class, you didn’t stop him; he was pretty when he spoke.

The curls on his head stuck out from the shaved sides, the gold of his earrings stood out underneath the blistering April sun. He licked his lips often, using the back of his hand to wipe sweat from his forehead. He helped you pick out the style you wanted, making sure the rubber bands were placed exactly where you wanted them. “I’ll dip them in the bucket for you so you don’t get your hands dirty.”

“Thank you. I could’ve managed on my own, but I definitely appreciate it.”

“Of course. What’s your name?” You offer up to him, before he lets out a chuckle. You question him with a pull of your eyebrows. “Jake talks about you.”

“You know Jake?”

“Yeah, he’s my twin.” As soon as the word left his mouth, you could see the resemblance; you almost scolded yourself for not realizing it sooner. They were similar, especially in their features and their eyes, although the two of them had very distinct color differences. Josh, as he told you after dropping the bomb on you, had warmer eyes, filled with caramel colored hues of brown in relation to Jake’s colder tones; his eyes were a darker shade of brown, with the occasional gleam of flirtation laced within the reflection.

He spoke quite differently from Jake, mostly just with the sound of his voice. It matched their eyes, their personalities. Josh’s bright, bubbly stature followed in his voice, almost theatrical as he spoke. “I guess that makes sense, you two do kind of look alike. Minus the hair, of course.”

“Well, of course. Mine’s better,” you liked that about him - how kind his tone was. You attempted to grill him about what Jake was saying about you, curiosity flowing violently through your bloodstream as if it lit your body on fire. “He just says that you’re second in the Bio class you have with him, and that it makes you mad.”

“It does, Jake’s never there. I’ve seen him three times, and two of those times were for exams.” Josh wrung out the part that had been soaking in the dye for a bit, watching the water fall back into the bucket.

“Yeah, it’s cause he’s working all the time, if I’m honest. Jake stays home during the week to work at the nursing home in our hometown. We don’t really have a large CNA population, most of the people who work there are highschool kids, so Jake’s really been their guy. Especially since high school, as soon as he graduated he moved to full time. All the old ladies love him.” He snorts, dipping your shirt into the blue dye.

“I didn’t know that.” You thought he was lying about where he was, which is why guilt started to eat away at you. You felt terrible for making assumptions, but you couldn’t take any of that back now.

“Jake doesn’t talk to a lot of people, but we love him anyway.” You chewed at your bottom lip, rethinking your opinion of Jake. “You goin’ to the concert later tonight?”

“Hadn’t decided. Mel and Tamia want to, so I’ll probably end up going. Are you?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll probably go.”

“Do you know who’s playing?”

“Some local band I think? I’ve heard a lot of the girls think the frontman’s pretty handsome.” He spoke with a smirk. You promised him you’d go, just to see if the girls had been right. He handed you your t-shirt to hold while he grabbed you a plastic bag. He also handed you a piece of paper with instructions on how to take care of your new tie dye.

“Make sure when you wash it, you wash it by itself. Otherwise, you’ll dye all of your other clothes and believe me, you don’t want that,” he chuckled, as if he was speaking from experience.

You thanked him with a warm smile, waving to him before returning to your room. As soon as you got back, you opened your window, allowing the air flow to travel inside. It kept you cool, allowing you to walk around comfortably with a t-shirt and shorts on. You put your plastic bag in the closet of your room, writing on your white board to remember to take it out and wash it tomorrow.

You texted Mel and Tamia, knowing that Mel would probably have some smart comeback about why you want to go to the concert. It wasn’t that you didn’t join them on nights out, you just had a lot riding on your academic success. Not only because you were the first one in your family to go to college, but also because of your mass of scholarships that only continued to flow if your GPA was at a suitable level. Anything below a 3.2, and you would lose almost all of them.

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Are we going to the concert tonight?

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Mel

Are you offering to come with us without us needing to beg and plead for you to join?

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Don’t make me take it back, Mel

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Tamia

We’re absolutely going. Come to mine whenever you want to get ready :)

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

The doors open at 8 right? I’ll be over about 5:30-6ish. Gotta finish up this paper for Heinz real quick

You locked your phone before they could scold you for doing homework on a day that was designated for relaxation and recuperation. You pulled out your Anat and Physio binder, pulling out the sources you printed off in the library. You ran through the last one with a blue highlighter between your teeth.

You set an alarm on your phone for five o’clock, saving enough time for you to shower. You were about halfway through the last page when your timer went off. You silenced it, attempting to hurriedly finish highlighting the page. The article was placed onto your desk, highlighter returned to the cup on your desk filled with various writing utensils.

You pulled out your shower caddy, putting it on top of your dresser before pulling out your robe. You laid it over the edge of your bed, removing all of your clothes. You threw them into your hamper and put on your robe. You slipped on your slides, grabbed your caddy and traveled to the bathroom.

Underneath the uneven streams from the showerhead, you thought about Jake.

Maybe your first impressions of him were wrong. When Josh told you about the nursing home back in their hometown, you felt instantaneously bad for assuming that he just never showed up. You knew from what Jake had told you, that he had work, but you figured that was just an excuse.

You bit at the skin of your lips, hands on your shoulders as you soaked the warmth of the water in. You were pulled out of your thoughts very quickly as someone flushed the toilet, making the water fade in from super hot to super fucking cold. You hated the school’s water system.

You finished your shower quickly, drying off with the towel slightly before putting your robe on and throwing your hair up into your towel. You walked back into your room, locking it behind you. You set your caddy back where it originally was.

You threw on a pair of jean shorts that hadn’t seen the light of day since early October, pairing it with a long sleeve shirt that you had gotten back in high school for Christmas. It was plain, brown, but hugged your body well. The sweatshirt debate lasted a few seconds before you remembered how hot it was going to be outside. A record temperature for mid-April, almost 80 degrees outside.

When you checked your phone getting back from the shower, it was just barely five thirty. You texted the groupchat again, asking if it would be cool to come over a half an hour earlier than you had originally said. You knew it was a dumb question, you would always be welcome in their room. You chuckled at Mel’s response of, “Are you fucking dumb? Of course you can come over. Bring wine if you have any left! No carry-in’s allowed at the concert.”

You put your phone down for a second and slipped on a pair of shoes that were comfortable enough for you to stand in for a long time. They used to be white, but had gotten progressively dirty from the years of use. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and slid a few different bottles of wine into your backpack, separated by extra clothing so the bottles didn’t clink together.

You walked down the stairs, out the door and over to the other dorm building across the walkway. You scanned your keycard to get into the building, walking through the hallways waving to the RA on duty, McKenna. She had been in a few of your classes and was always incredibly nice.

Her room this year was actually a few down from where you were living. McKenna was a great RA, knowing exactly how to handle the rowdiness of the floor while still keeping the resident’s respect. She didn’t bother them unless she needed to, and they didn’t bother her unless needed. She kept it underwraps about the underage drinking that would inevitably happen, mostly by telling the floor they could do what they want, as long as they were quiet by quiet hours (which was around ten thirty on the weekdays, and one in the morning on the weekends).

You took the elevator to the second floor of East Sunderland, getting off as soon as the doors opened. The booths that had previously been up had begun to dissipate, bringing the plastic tables back into the buildings they belonged in. You took a last glance at the people cleaning before heading into Mel and Tamia’s dorm building.

You knocked on the door, coming as soon as you announced yourself to Mel and Tamia. The girls laughed as you walked in, looking at a picture of Mel from when they were a kid. The two of them showed it to you as you settled your bag onto Mel’s chair in the corner of their room. “Your buck teeth! Oh my God, you were adorable, Mel.”

“Oh shut up, I bet you didn’t look any better.” Mel spoke to Tamia, making the three of you laugh. “Anyways, what wine did you bring?”

“The Barefoot we didn’t finish the other weekend, and then I still had some Rose, so I brought those over too. I wasn’t sure what we were feeling.” Tamia pulled some glasses from her shelves, passing them out to the two of you. You filled their glasses with the Rose you brought.

The three of you talked specifics on the plans for tonight, hitting up another fraternity party as soon as the concert ended. There were two separate ones going on at the same time, so the two of you weighed your options over which one to go to. “The Sigs are throwing one, but I’d rather die. Delta’s throwing one, too, we’ll go to theirs instead. And maybe see if anyone’s at the Sig party that we like and stop there before heading back to the dorms.”

You walked down with them to the Athletic Department, hoping to have gotten there early enough to get a good spot. As soon as the doors opened, you were filtered through the doors, making sure that you were students with the college. The three of you half ran to the barricade, settling yourselves against it on the right side, although still somewhat in the middle.

The show wouldn’t start for quite some time yet, the three of you talked amongst yourselves about upcoming finals, what you had to do for various classes. You also found a few people around you to chat to while you waited, hearing laughter roaring through various parts of the crowd.

A few students from the Admissions Office had taken the stage, playing a random playlist of music that matched what the band was going to be playing. Rock thundered through the speakers, filling audience members with anticipation. Rochel addressed the student body, “Hello everyone!” welcomed by the sounds of cheers and screaming.

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes before the band comes on stage, so help us warm them up to the stage!” Everyone clapped, although some of the girls around you looked unenthused as they stared down at their phones. You checked yours for any text messages from any family members. You had nothing, so you put it back in your pocket.

Around four songs played before Rochel turned the microphone on again. Everyone shouted before she talked. “Well, it’s that time! Please, give a warm welcome to Greta Van Fleet!”

Rochel and the two other students walked off the stage, passing by what you had assumed to be one of the band members. He sat behind the drums, smiling and waving off into the crowd. You cheered for him along with Tamia and Mel, cheering just as loud when their bassist walked onto the stage. Both of their hair was longer, goofy smiles on their faces as they got situated with their instruments.

Your mouth hung open as you watched the last two boys walk on stage, seeing the twins. Jake’s eyes scanned the crowd as he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He found you after a moment, sending a smirk your way. You closed your mouth, glaring at him. Mel laughed at you, noticing your demeanor shift. “How we doin’ tonight everyone?”

Everyone cheered. “A lot of you might know me and Jake, seen us on campus and stuff. It’s wonderful to see all of you here, coming to support us as we celebrate the onslaught of spring! It’s been a particularly warm one today, so make sure to drink water! There’s plenty to go around.”

Jake started them off, pick between his fingers as he strummed the beginning chords to one of their songs. Some of the girls had begun to scream, shouting at Jake’s response to Josh’s little speech before he began playing. His signature smirk formed, watching the girls go crazy, eyes scanning the crowd before he found you again.

As Jake continued to play, he looked over to you any time he could. It was hard to tear your eyes away from him, enthralled by the way he looked on stage. You tried your hardest, truly, to look at any of the other boys on the stage aside from Jake but you just couldn’t. He fit the stage just right, bringing the attention away from Josh and demanding to be seen by the entirety of the crowd. He belonged up there.

Jake went to the center of the stage during his solo. Josh lingered around the drummer, keeping to himself, drinking whatever was in his cup. They kept on playing as Jake took the spotlight, everyone cheering and screaming for him. You kept silent, wanting to hear him play. His fingers worked against the frets of the guitar, not before sliding down and up it quickly.

You tried to hide the awe you were in, but your friends knew. They saw it written all over your face. The frustration and annoyance you felt when you first spotted Jake on stage dissipated the second his guitar solo began. You swallowed thickly, watching as his attention turned from his guitar to you, pointing it in your direction. Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs pressed together.

This was going to be a long night.

The second the concert was over, Josh thanked everyone for coming. His smile was wide as he waved goodbye to everyone, walking off next to Jake who had his guitar by the neck before he passed it off to one of the stage hands. Josh put his hands on his shoulders as they walked off stage.

You stuck around mostly waiting for the crowd to die down before trying to leave the building. Mel and Tamia talked about the show, saying that it was fucking dope, commenting on how excellent Jake’s playing was. You didn’t speak about Jake’s playing, mostly praising Josh for his spectacular performance. “I never expected that voice to come out of him, how heavenly.”

“Talking about me?” Jake cuts through your conversation, walking over to you with Josh not far behind. You roll your eyes. Tamia and Mel congratulate him on such an amazing performance, gushing about how sweet his guitar looks. “Why thank you, ladies.”

“Mel! I didn’t think you were going to be able to come.” He gushed, wiping his hands on the sides of his khaki shorts he had changed into.

“Yeah, well, Miss Quiet over here wanted to see her archnemesis, didn’t you?”

“I-I–” You turned your head slightly towards Jake, who had an amused smirk written all over his face. “I did not, Mellie, stop lying.”

“By the redness of your cheeks, sweetheart, I’d say she was telling the truth.” You had barely noticed that Mel, Tamia and Josh had slipped away from the two of you, leaving you alone.

“I didn’t even know you were playing.” You admitted shyly, hiding underneath a guise of innocence.

“Even if you did, you looked pretty hot and bothered by my playing.” You held the back of your arms, trying hard to maintain eye contact with him. You looked into his eyes, they were staring straight at you.

“Yeah, sure. I actually came because Josh said he was going. He neglected to mention that he was going to be singing,” you looked at Josh who wore a smile that read ‘guilty as charged’ before patting you on the shoulder.

“Hey, you didn’t ask. You just asked if I was going.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled slightly. “Anyways, Sam and Danny are gonna spend the night in my room, so I’ll have to find somewhere else to be tonight. Are you guys going to either of the frat parties tonight?”

“We’re going to the Delta party. The Sigs’ reputation is not the best, and I don’t feel like seeing whether or not it’s right.”

“That is completely understandable. I shall see you ladies there then. You coming, Jake? We still have a lot to put away.”

“Yeah, in a second,” he turned towards Josh who had begun to walk away, waving him off before turning back to the three of you. “I hope you guys enjoyed the show, maybe I’ll catch up with you at the party.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, actually, I would.” He smiled at you before joining the other boys cleaning up their amps and cords.

“Jesus Christ, the two of you just need to fuck or something. I don’t think I can handle another interaction like that,” Mel joked, making a gagging face when she finishes her sentence. You pushed at her arm, turning around and walking out of the gym.

Tamia and Mel giggled profusely about your and Jake’s rivalry. The two even started making bets on when the two of you would finally ‘get it on’, as Tamia put it. You just rolled your eyes at the conversation, changing the subject to something different.

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The party, though filled with lots of fun and drinking, was a bust. While Josh had shown up with his younger brother and his brother’s friend, as you learned, in tow, Jake was nowhere to be found. You thought to ask Josh why he wasn’t there, but he was too busy dancing with Micah. Through the grapevine, you learned that Micah and Josh had been together since high school.

You stayed around the party for almost two hours before you wanted to go back. A small part of you had wished Jake had actually come. You wondered if maybe the two of you would get along if you put your competitive nature aside. You tried not to dwell on thoughts of Jake’s absence for too long, wanting to enjoy the rest of the night with your girls. But when you had enough of the party, you shouted in Mel’s ear to let her know you wanted to leave.

Mel and Tamia had made sure you got back alright about two hours into the party. Your legs were tired and your feet had begun to hurt. The two of them stumbled with you back to the door of your building, making sure you were inside before leaving to go back. They almost came in with you, until you insisted otherwise.

Laying on your bed with your head pointed towards the ceiling you started thinking about Jake again. What was his reason for not being at the party? Did he just make those comments beforehand just to rile you up? It seemed like the only valid reason your impaired mind could come up with.

You grabbed your phone, almost dropping it on the floor. You sluggishly opened Instagram, and searched for Jake’s profile. You scrolled through, looking at the few photos he did have on his page. Most of the pictures he had were of his guitar, or places he’s traveled. You were sent into a panic when you realized you had accidentally liked an older picture of Jake’s, one from freshman year of college. Hurriedly, you unliked it and immediately locked your phone.

That had been a few days ago.

Now it was Wednesday and your first final exam was here. It was for the class you shared with Jake, BIO 312. It wasn’t exactly final exam time, but Professor Heinz was going to be away at a conference for a week starting Friday. You didn’t mind, though, since it spaced out your other finals enough to have a decent amount of time to study for them.

You sat at your desk, looking over your notecards one last time before the exam began. A frequent look around the room and you noticed Jake walking in, going to a random seat a couple rows in front of you. He set his bag down next to him, before bending down to grab his laptop. He noticed you watching him and sent a wink your way.

You looked away as you tried to hide the rush of rosy skin that fanned over your cheeks and heated up your ears. You tried to ignore him again until at least when the test started, embarrassed that you got caught looking at him. Your phone pinged and you pulled it out of your bag to look at it, as well as turn it on silent.

jacobtkiszka wants to send you a message.

You swallowed and hit the notification taking you straight to the message.

“Person who turns their test in last pays for coffee?”

Your lips curved into a small smile, feeling your fingers type the first thing that comes to your head.

“Hope you brought your wallet with you, Kiszka.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and shoved it back into your bag. The professor walked through the door, setting her things down on the desk in the front of the room. Her coffee mug still had steam coming from it, freshly poured. A quick look of her watch after getting settled and it was time to start the exam. “Okay, everyone. It’s time for class. Take out your laptops and begin your exam. You may leave when you have finished. Thank you for a great semester, and good luck.”

The questions on the exam were all ones that you knew and had studied for for weeks. It was strenuous, trying to remember everything on the cumulative exam. You had hoped it would go quickly and you would answer them faster than Jake could. Occasionally, you turned to look at Jake, seeing if maybe he was trying to look at you too.

With one question left of your exam, you click the answer and press submit after a minute of debate. You had a bad habit of second guessing yourself occasionally; it was actually the bane of your testing experiences. You hated when you felt confident about an answer, until you really sat with the other possible answers it could be.

You put your laptop back into your bag, zipped it up and noticed that Jake had already left. You cursed to yourself, knowing that now you had to buy Jake a coffee. You waved goodbye to your professor with a smile and walked out the doors. Jake sat outside of the classroom at one of the tables they had throughout the building. “Whatcha reading?”

“Josh recommended it to me, but I’m going to be honest, I fucking hate this book.” He laughed, shoving it into his bag. “You know any good coffee shops around here? I’m kind of tired of Starbucks.”

“I just so happen to know the best coffee shop in town, but it is a bit of a walk, if you don’t mind that?” You asked, walking through the door that Jake was holding before muttering a thank you to him.

“I could also drive, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m more than okay with that,” you chuckle, letting him know that your dorm building had enough stairs; any chance you could get to use an elevator, or get driven somewhere, you would take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

The drive was short in comparison to the twenty minute walk it would have taken to get to the shop. Jake tried to offer the radio to you, but you let him play what he wanted to listen to. You didn’t know exactly who was playing, but the blues music that played through the speakers was a breath of fresh air.

Your typical shuffle had a plethora of music from differing genres, whether that be rap or old country. You hadn’t known much when it came to blues music, especially the difference between good blues music and bad. Eventually, you got the courage to ask who was playing and Jake answered, letting you know that the song was by Buddy Guy. “It’s called She Suits Me To A T. I tried for weeks to learn this song when I first started playing music more seriously.”

“This is the coffee shop, at the next corner.” You watched his hand as he made a right turn, noticing him steering with just the palm of his hand. Letting the leather steering wheel glide back to its original position in his hand, elbow propped on the door with the window rolled down.

It’s all you thought about on your way into the coffee shop, completely relying on autopilot. Your responses to Jake were almost textbook, one word sentences that could continue the conversation without much effort. “What’re you thinking of getting?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I usually have them surprise me,” you admit, shoving your hands into your jacket. “Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not. That’s the gamble you take.”

“I like that a lot, actually. I think I’ll have them surprise me too, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” You smiled at Jake before he went to order for the two of you. You found a place to sit in the meantime, offering a spot towards the windows so you could watch people come and go, each on their own paths of life.

By the time Jake sat down, both of the coffees were in his hand. After a few questions, Jake set the iced drink down in front of you, and the hot drink in front of himself. “Yours is an iced chai, with brown sugar syrup and vanilla. Mine is some sort of tea, I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. I just wanted to remember what she put in yours in case you liked it.”

“Oh,” you spoke, bringing the cup towards you. “Thank you, that’s really sweet. Do you like your drink?”

“You know, it’s really not bad. I wouldn’t have gotten it otherwise, but it’s really not bad.”

“You hate it.”

“I hate it. It’s not good.” The two of you chuckled before you offered him a sip of your drink. “Mhmm,” he moaned. “That’s good, oh my God.”

The two of you continued small talk, whether it was over the classes you had previously taken, memories of parties from past years – anything. You shared previous high school experiences, mostly about the ridiculous things that were considered parties in your teenage years.

Conversation with Jake was surprisingly a lot easier than you thought it would be. Especially since you’ve hated him pretty much your entire college career. You figured he’d be stuck up, aware of his academic achievements and ready to flaunt them in front of anyone who’d listen.

He was the opposite. His sentences were wrapped with kindness, and the reflection in his voice seemed nothing but positive. His voice was like silk, he could’ve talked you into damn near anything as long as his voice sounded like that. It hurt when the conversation slowed, spending a few moments to take in the scene around you two, as well as finally being able to drink more of your drink (which was very delicious, it was almost like crack).

“How long have you been playing guitar?” You asked after the silence became almost uncomfortable to sit with.

“Oh jeez. I’ve been playing since I was… like three? Yeah, three.” You stared at him with eyes slightly wide, mouth agape. “What?”

“N-Nothing, that’s just a really long time. You’re what, 21 now?” He clarified that he was only twenty, his birthday roughly a week away. You poked fun at him, mentioning how you were older, even if it was by less than a year.

“Josh is throwing us a birthday party, if you want to come. Since it’ll be our 21st, we’re having it at our parents cabin on Lake Michigan. You’re welcome to bring Mel and Tamia if you’d like. Sam and Danny are going to be there, even though they’re underage, but we’re gonna pretend like they’re older.” Jake spoke with one last sip of his drink, letting the empty cup echo on the table as he set it down.

“I will let Mel and Mia know. I can’t make any sure decisions without talking to them first, but I’m pretty damn sure that they’ll say they would love to go.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll say no either. They seem pretty adamant that you have a little crush on me or something,” he said, putting your cups inside of a bus tub to be picked up and washed.

“I don’t have a crush on you,” you laughed, walking out of the coffee shop with Jake. “I actually hate you, remember?”

“You may say that you hate me, but you’re not really good at showing it.”

#jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfiction #godlygretawrites #godlygreta #pretty boy #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n

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ivanwm-05 · 1 year ago

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The Thousand Of Us (WIP)(Updated@82K words)

Name: The Thousand Of Us

Genre: Superpowers/Post-Apocalyptic/ Sci-fi

Story plot:

Your story begins at what everyone largely saw as the end of the world. There was a bright flash that illuminated the night sky so brightly, it was identical to day as thousands of missiles in a last-ditch effort to save mankind collided with a ginormous asteroid entering our atmosphere.

You wake up two years later and find out that the crisis was averted, but a new crisis of similar proportions was created. The asteroid was carrying a never before seen element, mixed with the radiation that bathed the earth. It created a chain of genetic mutations that wiped out nearly the entire population of the planet and put every other living being in hibernation for two years.

For starters all adults are dead, only a thousand people 18 years of age and below around the globe survived, and the thousand of you that survived, wake up to discover that you each now have unique powers. The only problem is that you’re not the only ones that same phenomenon gave powers, also mutated every other living organism on the planet to varying degrees and they were also in hibernation for as long as you are, so they have about 2 years worth of hunger to satiate.

Would you focus on Survival and Rebuilding? or would you try to Unite or Conquer other groups of teenagers to form a more powerful force against the threats you face? Would you try to Find a Cure or Solution by striving to find a way to reverse the mutations in animals and restore the planet to its former state? or would you struggle in Navigating Moral Choices? You could Uncover Hidden Powers or struggle to Establish a Safe Haven for you and your group.

Features:

You can select one out of a long list of abilities, ranging from just flight to insane regenerative abilities to even earth-shaking strength or even necromancy.

Struggle to stay alive as you do not just have to watch out for mutated plants, animals, and even crazy weather conditions, but also have to watch out for other humans who seek to conquer and lead the rest of the survivors with their terrifying abilities.

You get to choose your MC’s demeanour and how you react to situations. You can be cold and calculative or you could be shy and reserved.

Most involved characters are up to 18 & older including the MC.

Hidden pathways will be made available based on certain choices made within the book that will reveal new endings and shape the LIs future just try to explore this new world.

There might be some explicit scenes but if there are you’ll have the option to fade to black. Mild gore might be unavoidable and there would definitely (depending on your choices though) be death scenes.

Romantic Interest:

I’m gonna try to make this relatable so no definite number yet but nearly every person you encounter, depending on your interaction and relationship with them can be romanced by your MC.

MC can romance male/female/non-binary characters.

I would also create LIs that exist outside of the MC to showcase that the MC’s involvement in their life created a change within them.

Polyamory possible.

Current Word count: 81,679(without code) and 492,008 (with code)

Code is pretty beefed up because I want to branch this out as much as possible so you have the liberty to make whatever choice you desire and live with the consequences.

Updates would come in a format of 100k words per update and patrons get +30k word access ahead of the general public.

To play the demo, go here: Play Demo

My Tumblr page: Tumblr

Support me on Patron

Any and all feedback and suggestions would be appreciated.

And also, I would really appreciate if you could take some time to screenshot your final stats after the Demo. It'll really guide me in the next updates.

Oh and if your good in art, you can help me in making the Cover of this game, just send in whatever you have. Thank you☺

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lilacwhimss · 7 months ago

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CAREERS LEGACY CHALLENGE — A STORY BASED LEGACY

hello! this is my new legacy challenge based off of sims 4 careers!!! it started with me creating a new save and needing a place to organize my ideas, and it became this 10 generations legacy! this has a lot of room for storytelling and developing your own stories, but it also has gameplay focused rules! your sims all have some background detailing for you to comprehend why they want to follow that career! i hope you all enjoy this! if you give it a chance, post and tag me! i also have more generations being planned, but they’ll be extra gens ;)

GENERAL RULES + GUIDELINES:

all required rules have to be completed before moving to the next gen

rules that have a * are optional!

a few cheats are allowed, but try not to overuse them. only in gen. 1, you’ll be allowed to use freerealestate, bb.enablefreebuild, money cheats and university cheats. for the rest of the gens, you can use cas.fulleditmode for other sims, live edit/debug cheats for decorating your house and you can use UI cheats if your game broke to complete aspiration milestones

you must join the careers from each generation, and you also have to reach level 10 of them, even if it requires extra skills (i think this is kinda implied)

i tried my best to make this mod-free, but gen 3 has a modded aspiration. i did give an unmodded alternative, though!

mods and cc are super incentivized!!!

i split the rules into main rules and plot rules. the plot rules are fully optional, but it'll give you some background for your generations!

colors are also optional! i just enjoy playing with them.

PACKS REQUIRED:

EP: all of them (up to For Rent) but Eco Lifestyle and Get to Work.

GP: Spa day, Dine out, Realm of Magic, Outdoor Retreat

SP: Paranormal, Crystal creations, Tiny living, Nifty knitting, Backyard

— 🪻

let's get started!

gen 1: law (judge).

colors: orange & green

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since you were a kid, you strived for the best. you lived with your mother and her spouse, no sight of your dad. growing up, you had a fiery personality, which lead you to make a single friend in your entire life. you always wanted to be the best at everything, and help people get justice. you discovered that doing yoga kept you in check. all was going well: you were going to the university you always wanted, opening the path to your dream along with your best friend, until they died. how will you navigate life now?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

overachiever, hot headed, generous

academic

MAIN RULES:

max research & debate skill

max wellness skill

max a third skill of your choice

always take one elective that has nothing in common with your major

you have to major in history

you must live in a student dorm in your first term.

PLOT RULES:

have only a single friend prior to joining uni (you can cheat this if you want to start the gen as a young adult)

that friend has to die (be creative!)

create a club with your roommates and go out every week*

marry someone that goes to the rival university

have at least one kid and a max. of 3 kids

have a close family dynamic with everyone initially

at some point during the heir’s teen years, modify the family relationship to difficult, but only with the heir. this is important for the next gen.

gen 2: restaurant owner.

colors: pink & purple

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you definitely had a white picket life growing up, with dancing and cooking being your favorite family activities. your parents were amazing, kind and caring — until you said that you wouldn't attend university. your relationship with them strained, so as soon as you aged, you packed up and moved to Mt. Komorebi with the last savings you had. you had enough to buy/rent a place, but was that enough to get to your dream of opening a restaurant? how will you get money? and, most importantly: how will you deal with your parents?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

foodie, dance machine, loner.

master chef

MAIN RULES:

max cooking skill

max dancing skill

max skiing skill*

must move out as soon as your sim ages up to a young adult

work as a babysitter in your teen years to get money

gain at least 4 stars on your restaurant

PLOT RULES:

don't attend uni

when you move out, become a part time barista until you get enough money to buy a restaurant (i recommend building it beforehand to see how much you’ll need to get)

marry an adventurous sim

see your parents once a year

have only one kid and have the supportive family dynamic with them as they grow up.

gen 3: paranormal investigator

colors: black & white

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you were a lonely kid growing up in the snowy mountains. no siblings, no friends, just you and snowboarding. you always felt like something was watching over you. your parents always supported you, even when you chose to move out and follow what your grandparents wished for. you rented out a place, and weird things started happening around. will you find out what's going on?

TRAITS:

genius, geek and unflirty.

renaissance sim (no mods)/ paranormal proficiency (mod)

MAIN RULES:

max medium skill

max snowboarding skill

must attend uni (you choose the major)

must live in a haunted house lo throughout your life

befriend bonehilda

no kid limit

PLOT RULES

join/create a ghost hunters club

marry someone who is also a freelance paranormal investigator

always own a cat and a dog

gain the coffee fanatic and the close knit lifestyle

successfully plead for someone's life at least once*

gen 4: conservationist (marine biologist)

colors: blue & yellow

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your parents always told you supernatural stories, entertaining you with possibilities of hidden things all over this world, ranging from ghosts to werewolves. mermaids were always the ones that marveled you, and made you want to learn more. your parents never denied the existence of all of those things — but they never confirmed it either. you decide to settle that yourself, and there's only one way to approach it: by moving to sulani. you buy a small home by the beach, get a job and start researching. one day, you come across some weird type of kelp. what will you do with it?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

child of the ocean, ambitious, loves the outdoors

beach life

MAIN RULES:

max fishing skill

max herbalism skill*

max gardening skill

complete the fish collection (if you don't have all packs, it's fine. complete the collection with the packs you own)

also complete the seashell collection

become a mermaid

explore everything in sulani

live on a lot with the volcano activity challenge

PLOT RULES:

always participate in the island festivals

live on a tiny home in a beach lot (that has an ocean part)

marry a human

only have one kid and they must be human (cheat your way into not raising a mermaid)

gain the outdoorsy lifestyle

live on a lot with the simple living challenge*

gen 5: stylist (style influencer)

colors: white & brown (or clean girl-esque colors)

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you grew up by the beach, always in contact with all sorts of people with different clothing styles that always made you want to learn more about them. you remember going on a trip with your grandparents to a bigger city once, and you were amazed by the hustle and bustle, the different people. you knew you wanted to live there, but you also didn't want to leave sulani behind. will you leave, or will you stay?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

loyal, high maintenance and dog lover

friend of the world

MAIN RULES:

max charisma skill

max fitness skill

max wellness skill*

join the stylist branch in the style influencer career

sell at least 5 outfits on trendi

PLOT RULES:

marry a non-committal sim

move to san sequoia, but visit sulani every weekend

have at least two kids with that sim

always own a dog

gain the close knit + frequent traveler lifestyle

divorce your spouse after the second kid

marry your best friend

gen 6: farmer + horse racer

colors: orange & teal

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you knew your parent loved the city, but that life just wasn't for you. your dad didn't see you a lot — and you knew he never wanted to have you. inspired by your grandparents gardening lessons, you decide to live the city behind and move to the countryside. your parent is disappointed, wanting to be with you for everything in your life, but your step parent supports you a lot. initially, you only planned on living your life, raising plants and chickens. but you stumble upon a horse, and you bond with it. will you adopt it?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

animal enthusiast, self assured and neat

country caretaker

MAIN RULES:

max horse riding skill

max gardening skill

max all your horse’s skills

get at least to level 3 of knitting skill

move to Henford-on-Bagley

win the ultimate horse championship

PLOT RULES:

have at least three chickens, one cow, three bunnies, one mini goat and one mini sheep

complete at least one help needed quest from the townies every week

win at least once in every fair (crops, chickens, etc)

live on a lot with the simple living challenge

name all of your animals after food

gain the adrenaline seeker lifestyle

have max friendship with all of your animals*

marry another horse champion (rivals to lovers would be a good option)

have at least two kids

gen 7: acting

colors: black & red

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you loved watching movies and soap operas in that old, grainy TV your parents had on their farm. you knew you wanted to participate in those, and you yearned for that type of attention. you auditioned a lot as a kid, but would always get rejected, until you eventually found out they ruled you out because you were a bumpkin. angry, you moved away from henford-on-bagley all the way to Del Sol Valley. you decided you needed a fresh start, away from your roots. but will you manage to completely avoid them?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

squeamish, ambitious, good

world famous celebrity

MAIN RULES:

max acting skill

max singing skill*

max media production skill

reach pristine reputation

become a global superstar

get ( at least) to the following perks: established name, star treatment, fan favorite and lifestyle brand

PLOT RULES:

gain the health food nut and the frequent traveler lifestyle

move to del sol valley as a teen and live there your entire life

marry another celebrity

have only one child

host charity events at least once a season

you can fall down to a neutral reputation if you decide to get your sim to come clean about their identity

gen 8: jeweler

colors: blue & purple

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your parents were celebrities, so you were constantly put into the spotlight. you just wanted to read and daydream about crystals and jewels. you constantly had to run away from paparazzi, and you made it to the news by fighting them publicly. that got your parents very angry, and they sent you away to live with your grandparents in henford-on-bagley. you make a lot of animal friends there, and widely explore the world, searching for crystals and metals. one day, someone offers you a getaway from all of the human world: the magic realm. you accept it, but you must return to del sol valley and tell your parents. how will you do it?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

creative, perfectionist and outgoing

crystal crafter

MAIN RULES:

max gemology skill

max a second skill of your choice

become a spellcaster

reach rank 6 - virtuoso

learn all spells and potions

get at least 12 perks, and the insightful eye trait is required

complete the crystals and metals collections (if you don't have all packs, it's fine. complete the collection with the packs you own)

PLOT RULES:

befriend all sages

give all sims their respective jewelry pieces (ie: the mystical ring for morgyn ember, the mystical bracelet for the charm family and judith ward’s bling necklace)

craft every jewelry piece + all crystals (with only one type of crystal/metal each i’m not that cruel)

own at least one crystal tree

make at least one piece of jewelry with jet

marry a human OR perform the rite of dissolution after reaching rank 6

have more than one kid, but the heir must be human

gen 9: landlord

colors: yellow & green

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you had weird books lying around your house, written in a language you couldn’t understand. your parents never cared to explain why, and you never really asked. you had no idea what you wanted to do in life — you just knew you wanted to be rich. after a quick research, you decided to be a landlord. yes, everyone hated landlords, but you just wanted money. when you told that to your parents, they gave you a harsh stare, but said nothing. your grandparents congratulated you, though. so, after a quick business class, you buy your first property. now you just have to… do everything. renew it. you realize it isn’t going to be that easy, and you’re too prideful to ask for money. will you give up, or will you start from the bottom?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

materialistic, self assured and ambitious

five star property owner

MAIN RULES:

max photography skill

max mischief skill

max a third skill of your choice

complete the tassels and the marbles collection

own at least one rental property your home world and one in another world

PLOT RULES:

live in brindleton bay

start from the bottom with your rental, but you have to get to a five star rating

marry one of your tenants

host a potluck every weekend and a pool party every summer

have a good relationship with all of your tenants but have a bad relationship with your parents

gain the people person and the energetic lifestyle

you must have twins and let the wheel decide which one will be the heir

hold a grudge against one of your parents

gen 10: veterinarian

colors: pink & white

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you grew up by the water, surrounded by stray animals you always desperately wanted to have. your parents never allowed you to, leaving you to care for them in secret, spending your pocket money on food for them. you always nurtured this love and compassion for animals, wishing to help them all. you go into university, looking for a biology degree to follow your dream of becoming a vet. your parents don't really care about what you do, as long as you bring money to the table. so what will they say once you state that you'll be opening a vet clinic by yourself?

TRAITS & ASPIRATION:

generous, proper and socially awkward

friend of the animals

MAIN RULES:

max veterinarian skill

max pet training skill

buy and/or renew a vet clinic

get a 5 star clinic rating

always own at least one dog after becoming a young adult

you have to attend university and major in biology

complete the feathers collection

PLOT RULES:

marry one of your clients that has a cat

always feed the birds

have max friendship with at least 5 cats and 5 dogs

never choose mean interactions with pets

join/create a pet lover’s club with weekly meetings in your house

have at least two top tier employees

your vet clinic can be in any world, but you must live there

go camping at least twice in your life

#simblr #the sims 4 #the sims community #ts4 simblr #new sims blog #sims 4 #ts4 #my sims #sims 4 screenshots #new simblr #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #new legacy challenge #sims legacy #ts4 legacy #ts4 story

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written-in-the-stars135 · 3 months ago

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helloo! just gonna dump a few questions rq C:

favorite color?

favorite book/show/movie/video game/non video game?

thoughts on pineapple pizza?

do you have any ocs? if so, would you mind yapping about them and telling me everything 👀

hope you're having an amazing day holly!! :D

Hi!!

I love purple

Oooh... for books I just really like Stormlight. Despite how little I post about it the cosmere is my main interest. I like the owl house (TV show) and for games it has to be undertale.

I've never tried it but I don't trust it lol

I doo!!! I have 2 main ones rn. I will warn you I may never stop talking if I start-

Yap under the cut

So the two main main ones are named Kahza and Kavinn. (Lore incoming)

So about 100 years before the plot Kahza’s country got into a war that broke a very tenuous treaty everyone was a part of. Due to the other country having better trade routes and stronger connections they got aid from most everyone else leaving Kahza’s people (Hivaz) too disadvantaged to win. So they lost a good half of their territory and were pushed into the dessert part of their land. As well as all ties with other nations being cut.

so for that 100 year gap the Hivaz have been preparing for a war. Kahza’s father was a general and Kahza strives to live up to him. She has a passion for her country and the concept that the war is about justice.

But there are a few problems. While she was recently promoted she is paired up with her ex. Their relationship is tense but both of them are good commanders and kahza doesn't want to cause a stir so she goes with it. And she not generally well regarded by her peers. She often comes off as cold and uncaring. She also tends to be more formal then necessary giving people a bad impression of her.

But once she gets on to the field a darker side of the war shows itself. The two generals kill an Ambassador during a diplomatic meeting. And most attacks are on civilians with no army in sight. But her mind is made up this is for her country for justice. Until something changes.

She meets Kavinn when he saves her life. She finds him in a later battle but let's him go telling him that she's repaying the favor.

Meanwhile Kavinn's country joins the war after their allies Ambassador is killed. He does not want to fight, he plans with one of his few friends to desert. Then he finds a survivor in one of the wrecked towns and he makes a last minute decision to stay.

through a long series of encounters and events Kahza decides to give information to Kavinn's country (Havalinia). That way the war will end swiftly and less casualties on both sides. And os that way she can get a better treaty for her people.

All the while tensions brew with her Co-comander (Vixtilian) wich results in a duel where the loser gets demoted. Kazha wins and gets someone else to work with her. As they work together Kahza sees her growth as a person.

Through long late night conversations after giving information Kahza befriends Kavinn and the two find they have far more in comon then they ever assumed.

Kavinn ends up severely injured in the last main battle and Kahza risks revealing her treachery to save him. The injury leaves him crippled and since he had nothing else other than his military job he doesn't know what will come next.

After the war ends with Kahza losing she returns home with Kavinn planning to live together. But she still has to tell her parents and best friend from home. She explains what she did and they basically disown her. Soon after she gets promoted. So the ending is a little bitter sweet

there are more specific scenes but I thought that may be TMI

#certified yapper #personal #about me #You asked for it lol #Ah yes my first language: yap

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bearterritory · 6 months ago

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#5 Bears End NCAA's in 7th Place

Tatematsu, Fouillet Earn Top-20 Finishes

LAS VEGAS, Nev. – Playing through windy conditions on the final day of the NCAA Regional, the California women's golf team moved up the leaderboard for the second straight round, ending in seventh place with a pair of top-20 individual finishes.

Senior Rina Tatematsu (73-74-71 – 218) made the Golden Bears' biggest climb of the day, jumping up 12 spots to earn a team-best 13th-place finish. She was one of just three golfers to shoot under par on Wednesday at Spanish Trail Country Club, tying for the round's second-lowest score with a 1-under-par 71. Tatematsu had a team-best five birdies on the day, while her 2-under tournament total on par 3s led the entire field.

Constance Fouillet (76-68-76 – 220) finished 4-over both for the day and the tournament, ending her first NCAA Regional in 18th place. She caps her stellar debut season with a 72.7 scoring average, breaking the program's previous freshman scoring record of 73.6 set by Katherine Zhu in 2018-19.

After missing the first round due to illness, sophomore Adora Liu (70-73) bounced back to post the team's second-lowest score in two straight rounds. Her 1-over 73 in round three was good for the seventh-best individual score.

Senior Cristina Ochoa (75-77-75 – 227) closed out her final regional in 41st place with a 3-over 75 and sophomore Olivia Lee (80-76-77 – 233) carded a 5-over 77.

Despite starting the day 11 strokes out of fifth place, the Bears remained confident knowing that they had saved their best score for the last round in seven of their previous eight tournaments. They finished six strokes shy of matching fifth-place Florida State (+14), which advanced to the NCAA Championships alongside UCLA (+12), Baylor (+8), Purdue (+4) and first-place Arkansas (E).

This was also the 23rd and final regional for Nancy McDaniel, who has served as Cal's founding head coach for the past 29 seasons. McDaniel – who recently announced that she will be retiring following the season – leaves behind an immense legacy that includes two Pac-10/12 and West Regional Coach of the Year awards, two Pac-10 championships, five top-five showings at NCAA Regionals, one NCAA Regional win, and three top-five finishes at the NCAA Championships.

"It's a unique day. You don't ever get this day until today, so you can't practice it," McDaniel said. "When you're in regionals, you're just thinking about regionals. But when you have former players texting you, and you see some really special alums show up in person, you understand the relationships that you've created together and the impact they've had on you. That's what it's all about."

In McDaniel's final season at the helm, the Bears tied or broke six program records, most of which were achieved during a blistering stretch in the fall when they won three straight competitions for the first time ever.

Since setting four program records at the Molly Invitational in September, the Bears have continued to make this a season to remember. They defeated No. 1 Stanford 4-3 in the Big Match and came from behind to win the Ron Moore Intercollegiate in October, sealing the program's run of victories. To just miss the championships by six strokes and place 7th out of 72 teams is a respectable accomplishment by any measure.

"I'm competitive. Cal is competitive. This is another step in the direction that we're striving towards," McDaniel said. "We know where we want to be. I'm going to support, help, and be in the background to see Cal golf go to that next level. I want them to have that."

#Go Bears!#UC Berkeley #Roll on you Bears #Cal sports #This Is Bear Territory #Go Bears #California athletics

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solradguy · 1 year ago

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Alright. The scribbly text font... I took a swing at figuring this thing out back around January this year (2023) then got bored, but it's come up again recently in the lore server where a bunch of us have been trying to figure them all out. There are a few.

The first is what we've just been calling Font 1 because it's the most commonly used one in the textures, the most legible, and the one we've figured out the most about. Here're some samples directly from textures. This first one is from the Outrage, "Sol Badguy no Buki Dayo" (Sol Badguy's Weapon):

A big sample from Faust that provided a lot of characters for the key (I'll include a "translation" at the end of this post):

The key:

The next 2 to possibly 4 fonts are the ones we're now stuck on. Here's a few samples I compiled and then @shmuelbrain drew some connections between similar characters. Top right text is from I-No, Millia middle-right, the tiny middle-top is from Testament, and the others are from Chaos, who used these fonts the most out of all of the characters.

The bottom text and top row text are the same font, Font 2, but the two middle left fonts look like a possible Font 3 and the Millia text may even be a Font 4. We think that these fonts are actually handwritten and not a vectorized font like Font 1. Even similar glyphs have variances with these 3 fonts, whereas Font 1 was consistent across every character that had it used in their textures.

I spent several hours yesterday downloading and sifting through font websites and AI font finders to try to find any of these 4 fonts and had zero luck. We're getting the impression that, if Fonts 2, 3, and 4 aren't handwritten, that they're at least in-house fonts. Font 1 might exist outside of ASW offices simply because they've used commercial fonts before; the weathered "Strive" font is based off Impact and FOT-ManyoSosho Std E is used on a bunch of character textures too.

Working with these scripts is difficult because, as you can see with the Sol text, it isn't always in English. Sometimes it's actual nonsensical keysmashing. So, if anyone is a font finding wizard and would like to lend a hand we'd all be very grateful haha

Faust texture text:

A merry heart makes a long life

A sound mind in a sound body

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

Care killed a cat

Desperate diseases need desperate cures

Fancy may kill or cure

The Imaginary Invalid

ManyoSosho Std E looks like this. You've probably noticed it before just because it's actually legible.

Here are some more samples from Ariels of Font 1:

#textpost #long post #guilty gear font #TAGGING this time because I had to dig through so many posts to find the one about this from January lmao

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tanya-shiza · 6 days ago

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Tired Gold busts (1/2) // LMK Medicinal Flower AU

Part 2: [LINK]

I wanted to make 1 small post, but as it says in my description, I am a big fan of posts with a lot of lore. So, this post was turned into info-post about Shi Tiao! And the next one will be about Wei Jian 💙

About Shi Tiao:

Shi Tiao means «stone that far away», which implies that he was left by the Lady Bone Demon far in the past.

Now, without the Lady's charm, Shi Tiao's eyes turned golden, which puzzles him because his natural eye color is purple/violet. Only later he will find out that this is a hint that there are still some powers left in him, but they are not demonic anymore.

After Lady's death, the Mystic Mayor lost the meaning of life and decided to go back to what he was doing - pretending to be the Mayor. But this obviously meaningless. (Moreover, now Shi Tiao needs to eat and sleep to live). So, he restored the passport and re-studied at the university and, then, won the election.

Shi Tiao is NOT the mayor of the Megapolis. I didn't give the town a name, but it is small and very close to the Megapolis. (1 hour drive without traffic jams).

While the Mayor was re-studing at the university, he managed to become friends with Yá Liàng. They even had a short romance, but it all ended quickly. The woman was upset because Shi Tiao put forward his candidacy in the same town as her, which automatically made them rivals. She left and they never saw each other again.

Shi Tiao is very kind and caring. He loves his town very much, so he does not strive for promotion (become a regional official). He is quite satisfied with his position.

His kindness is most evident in his friendship with the 14-year-old girl named Hua Kan. One day he was invited to a party at her school. After school he noticed that she was heading into the woods. He worriedly asked why, and the girl naively replied that it would be a shortcut. Shi Tiao's fears were justified and Hua Kan got lost in the forest. Shi Tiao led her out of the woods. She, of course, didn't trust him, because he followed her into the woods 🙄, but she was grateful that he helped her get out of the woods.

Hua Kan unconsciously perceives Shi Tiao as a father figure. This effect is amplified given that her mother pays little attention to her and Hua Kan is desperate for the parents' attention.

Shi Tiao has never had children, but he also sees Hua Kan as a daughter. (Considering Hua Kan's mother, Shi Tiao will probably have to adopt Hua Kan.)

Many people say that Shi Tiao is untidy, which is true. The man only washes his hair when the itch really distracts him from his work. (Thankfully, Wei Jian and Hua Kan are here to remind him about hygiene!)

Shi Tiao's hair has grown a lot and the blue lock of hair has become invisible, although it is still there. (At home atmosphere or when taking a bath, Shi Tiao ties her hair into a ponytail 🤭)

Shi Tiao has an expensive car. But it is not because it is very new, but because it is very ancient. As a lover of vintage, he bought an old mechanical car that breaks down from any sneeze, but Shi Tiao still loves his car very much and is not going to sell his car.

At first, Shi Tiao missed Lady Bone Demon very much. His depressed state and indifference to his own health is due to the loss of the one for whom he lived last 500 years.

Shi Tiao often works overtime on purpose because his job is all he has. Given his poor sleep, Shi Tiao made it a habit to visit a bar after work. (There Shi Tiao and Wei Jian first met.)

Due to his depressed state, Shi Tiao is easily succumbed to depressive thoughts. There was even a period when Shi Tiao, convinced by his own thoughts, that he is unworthy to be loved, deliberately avoided Wei Jian. Hua Kan noticed that her friend was somehow sadder than usual. Wei Jian had hard time to convince Shi Tiao that he is worthy. (This happened when they were still friends.)

#lmk #lmk au #oc #my oc #fc #fanon #fanon character #Shi Tiao #Wei Jian #art #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #fanart #mystic mayor #Tired Gold #Medicinal Flower AU

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solitarymary · 18 days ago

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25-10-24

I always end up forgetting that I have a tumblr in my life istg...

Hello hellooo, it's been a while, I've been studying and ignoring this page (sadly).

First of all, I just want to thank you for the recent likes. I've never imagined having a bit of likes in here, thank you so much!! <3

Second, I'm trying to get the hand of second year, it's working (at the same time is not for my perfectionism), and I've been getting high grades so far, problem comes when I have to do my college admissions, for those who don't know, I live in Spain, and I can't just get admitted into uni with the IB, I have to do another admission exam. So this means that my school is mixing both of these questions and I'm getting weirded tf out.

And third of all, I'm trying my best to stay positive, I swear, but It's taking a lot to not become depressed for all of this school year. I must say I'm a bit proud, but I gotta put more work into some exams (I've been handed in my p.2 for chem HL and I got a 4, in total I got a 5, but I had to contain myself from balling my eyes out.) Oh well, have to pay more attention, strive off for more academic validation and be more competitive, let's see if my body handles this well enough.

Anyways, thank u so much for reading this little blog post. I hope you're having a wonderful day or night and pray that I gain more movtivation and ace these mock exams in the next weeks + months. (Though I know I'm fucking capable of, I'm just scared.)

#idk how to tag this #blog #realistic studyblr #studyblr #ib diploma #international baccalaureate #pls help #studying #student #student life #study blog #i hate it here #academic validation #im sobbing #screaming #oh god why

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theforgottenmcrmy · 2 years ago

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Vipers~ Part 1/3 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall part 13 of the series “Growing Strong”. The masterlist, and part 1, can be found HERE. ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of of previous death of characters, Larys Strong is a warning in and of himself

Summary: As the family heeds Princess Rhaenyra’s extended invitation and travels to Dragonstone, Ser Vaemond’s petition to be declared heir to Driftmark creates a sudden need for a side venture to King’s Landing. This does not sit well with Harwin. At all.

A/N: Guess who's back. I apologize for my particularly long delay this time. For compensation, I hope you accept these next three parts. They're pretty hefty, and there's a great deal covered. Took a while to put the entire parts together, but I'm happy with how they turned out, and I hope you can enjoy them as well. I’m so excited for y’all to see what happens over these next few parts.🖤

Part 2 will be posted on Wednesday 12/21, and Part 3 will be posted on Friday 12/23. Until then, I hope you have a good week!🖤🖤🖤

PS, I recently hit 800 followers, and I’m literally shooketh. Thank you sm, love each and every one of yas🖤🖤🖤

It had been a long evening in the Red Keep.

But for Lord Larys Strong, Master of Whisperers, the night had only just begun.

“Are you certain?”

Larys appraised Queen Alicent Hightower thoughtfully in response to her question. The Queen looked sufficiently weary, with her hair undone and falling freely, and her typical fine-pressed gown wrinkled from the day’s wear. The news he had confided to her only caused her distress, and thus, further weariness.

“A regrettable turn of events, but my sources have confirmed it so.”

“Your sources?” Queen Alicent scoffed, not able to fully conceal the panic that threatened to break her otherwise icy composure. “I have seen the men under your employ, Larys. They do not have tongues with which to speak. How have they relayed this information to you? How do they relay any information to you at all?”

Larys smiled placatingly, neither offended nor threatened by her line of questioning.

In her personal chambers especially, Larys ought to have felt like he was on less than equal footing. But he and Queen Alicent had reached an agreement many years past- a mutual assurance, so to speak. In addition to this, Larys’ reach had extended in great strides since he had followed his father to King’s Landing in his youth. Larys allowed himself to briefly contemplate if his own influence had come to rival, if not surpass, that of the Queen’s.

Though they may be drawing nearer to equal power, Larys never felt called to acknowledge such a sentiment with anyone, least of all her. He was rather content with the role he had crafted for himself at Court, and later, the small council. It was a role that had been skillfully crafted in the wonderfully efficient tools of blood, deception, and most important of all, whispers. Larys had a purpose, one that gave him all the sense of self-sufficiency that mortals could not help but desire.

And what greater purpose could one strive for than to be the Queen’s most dutiful servant?

“The written word is one oft overlooked, My Queen. But for those who have traded their tongues for life, it is the only way. Who am I to begrudge them for that?”

Her brows furrowed; she was too preoccupied with news to have any patience for his whimsical musings.

Sensing this, Larys continued without delay. “This has been my method of communication with them for years, My Queen. Like me, they are true and loyal servants of the realm. Has any of their intelligence relayed to me, which I have in turn used to secure you, and your interests, ever proven to be false or malicious?”

Queen Alicent did not answer, for she knew it had not.

“I have every reason to believe the written whispers I have received tonight deserve no less credibility than their predecessors, My Queen.”

Queen Alicent sighed, and stiffly lowered herself onto the nearby sofa. “Forgive me, Larys.”

“There is nothing to forgive, Your Grace.”

“When will she be arriving?”

“It is hard to decipher the timing of these matters.” Larys unabashedly ogled Queen Alicent as she reached down to remove her slippers. Later, he scolded himself abruptly. “My brother and his family were being hosted by Lord Footly in Tumbleton when the raven from Princess Rhaenyra arrived. I imagine my Good Sister will arrive in the capital within the next day or so.”

“And you suspect she will come alone?”

“I do not know Lady Y/N as well as I should like. But I do know my brother, My Queen. He protects his own. He is likely to be reluctant to let his wife enter the Red Keep by her lonesome, but he will relent. He would not forcibly subject their children to these halls by accompanying her.”

It went unsaid that his brother would also be wise to make himself scarce, particularly given the circumstances. Were the rumors about Harwin’s alleged intimacy with Princess Rhaenyra true? Larys did not know, nor did he care. The legitimacy of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons had been dubious since their birth, and if it was going to be officially called into question, Larys knew it would be easier to work with the situation rather than against it.

“We must use this opportunity to our advantage. Without your brother’s watchful eye, your Good Sister may yet be persuaded to confide in you. Speak with her, Larys. Ensure that neither she, nor your brother, believe the fire at Harrenhal to be more than a tragedy. No one must know.”

“I am certain your wish has already been granted, My Queen. They say my brother nearly went mad after the death of our father, the Lord Hand. And for all of his efforts, he was unable to determine the culprit. Rest assured, Your Grace- for if my brother knew the truth of the matter, he would have stormed the Red Keep himself to exact his justice.”

That had always been Harwin: act first, think later. Always, always driven by emotion rather than logical thought. Larys supposed he was rather appreciative of his brother’s inferior nature; had Harwin been focused on anything else but the emotional blow the death of their father had done to him, he might have been able to capitalize on Larys’ own oversight and discover the truth he so desperately sought.

But that’s what Larys deserved. Flawless execution was a fool’s dream the moment he decided to recruit his helpers from the lowest of the low. He may have taken their tongues in exchange for freedom, but those would not be of much use if they were reclaimed. Truthfully, Larys should have expected one or two of them to disappear after they razed Harrenhal. While most returned to be in his service, a few stragglers were never heard from again.

Fireflies would shine and dim. Like them, the men Larys recruited would come and go.

Perhaps it wasn’t fair to judge his elder brother so definitively. Harwin, for all his shortcomings, had always been kind to Larys, despite their differences. But life wasn’t fair, and Larys knew that better than anyone. As true as the skies were blue, Harwin was a simple man. If he hadn’t discovered the truth of the fire at Harrenhal by now, Larys doubted he ever would.

Despite Larys’s confidence, Queen Alicent remained unconvinced. For as well as Larys could read her, he could concede that she had grown able to read him nearly as effectively.

She bent down once more, slowly removed one stocking, and then the other.

His mouth involuntarily watered, prompting him to speak. “Of course, I will confirm the validity of all of these conjectures by speaking with my Good Sister, Your Grace.”

For the first time that evening, Queen Alicent smiled. Though it was a small one, Larys deemed it to be a victory nonetheless. “Good… good. I must impress upon you the severity of this matter, Lord Larys. Handle it with the utmost care. Ensure that no suspicions remain about the fire that claimed your father’s life in Harrenhal.”

Larys waited in silence as the Queen paused. Her request was straightforward, and in both of their best interests; Queen Alicent need not defend her position so vehemently. He knew there had to be another, more compelling reason behind her request.

“I tried to convince her to see reason once before,” Queen Alicent confessed quietly, staring blankly into the flames of the roaring fire across the room. “But I fear I was too… brazen, then. Such an oversight cost me dearly. I will not make that mistake again. There may yet be another chance to sway her to see the truth. She is a mother now, and no mother desires her children to live through times of war.”

Ah, yes. The children. Two of which had almost become collateral damage in Larys’s unyielding quest to appease his Queen. They were safe, for now, but there was no telling what would need to be done. All three of the children might still become pawns in the larger scheme of the game that he and their parents played. But what Queen Alicent did not know would not always hurt her.

Larys would protect her. He would protect her interest by ensuring that his brother and Good Sister were none the wiser about the tragic fire at Harrenhal. And, if there were any lingering suspicions, well…

Larys was no gardener. But he thought himself more than capable of pruning a few roses.

“Your humble servant shall do as you command, My Queen. And I will not disappoint.”

“I do not like this.”

The plan had been a relatively simple one.

Having not left the confines of Highgarden too frequently over the past several years, it was quickly decided that the trip to Dragonstone could serve more than one purpose. Whilst you, Harwin, the children, some of your retainers, and the escort of guards accompanying you traveled across the Reach, you would pay a visit to noble houses you had not had the chance to speak with personally in some time.

Though it delayed the overall amount of days spent traveling, it was a good plan, and an effective one at that. Not only did it allow for you to rekindle relations with your bannermen, but it also benefited your family more directly. Luciya was just a young girl, and unaccustomed to long days of travel. Stopping to sleep in a castle every couple of days did wonders to keep her from being “finicky.”

Yes, the plan was going well- up until a few days ago.

The family was being hosted by Lord Footly in Tumbleton when you had received a raven carrying a scroll of parchment sealed by the Targaryen crest. Princess Rhaenyra had known about the family’s plans to visit other noble houses while traveling to Dragonstone, so her letter intercepting you along the journey made Hariwn’s gut sink. It could only have been bad news.

And bad news it was. Instead of calling upon Lord Rosby together, as had been agreed upon, Harwin was forced to watch you and a few of your guards gather your things and prepare to separate from the traveling party for a few days.

King’s Landing loomed ominously in the background. You could already smell the stench from where you stood.

“I do not like this,” Harwin insisted once more. His voice was quiet, so as not to be overheard by the many people around you, but no less firm. “Something is off here. Not all is well within the Red Keep- I can feel it.”

“Prince Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark has been challenged, Dearest,” you reminded him patiently, speaking just as softly and steadfastly as he. “We both know how grave the implications resulting from his displacement in the line of succession would be. Not just for him, but for Princess Rhaenyra. For you. For me. For our children. Ser Vaemond’s will must not come to pass.”

“I do not disagree,” Harwin conceded effortlessly. “But, please, My Love- enlighten me on what assistance you are personally hoping to provide?”

You were enough paces away from the traveling party that you felt comfortable speaking freely with Harwin. “Vaemond Velaryon means to build his argument and bolster his claim to Driftmark upon the rumors of Prince Lucerys’s illegitimacy. And we know that Vaemond, among many others, suspect you to have had intimate relations with Princess Rhaenyra. If I present myself at Court and stand by Princess Rhaenyra to show support for Prince Lucerys’ claim, would that not lend some credibility to the truth as we both know it- that you are truly not the boy’s father?”

Your presence could reinforce the position that Princess Rhaenyra had ascertained for years. Or, it would just make you appear senselessly blinded by your loyalty to the lady you once served. But Harwin was far too reluctant to tell you that. He knew you had always felt compelled to support Princess Rhaenyra in whatever way you could, just as much he had always felt compelled to keep you safe.

It was unfortunate for all when both of your desires clashed.

You could tell Harwin was unswayed, so you continued. “Go on, as we planned- pay your respects to Lord Rosby for a night or two. His father was a friend of your own, was he not? You should be able to find some common ground. Then move on to see Lord Darklyn at Duskendale. Princess Rhaenyra has informed me he is a kind man, and that he insists that any friends of hers are friends of his own. Should I be delayed here for longer than I intend to be, I do not think Lord Darklyn will mind hosting you and the children for a little while longer until I am able to join you. With any luck, the Princess and her family will return to Dragonstone in a few days' time. When I join you in Duskendale, then we can finally set sail to join them.”

Yes, yes, all of that had been the plan. With the exception of the unexpected stop in King’s Landing. A side trip in which Harwin was restricted from joining you, much to his dismay. He did not believe Queen Alicent would harm you directly, but he did not doubt the lengths her supporters would go to appease her. And whilst the Queen’s party posed a threat, so too did those in Princess Rhaenyra’s company. Prince Daemon was cut from another cloth. His motives and next course of action were seldom expected or socially appropriate. The thought of you being anywhere near the Rogue Prince without Harwin by your side made him extremely uncomfortable at best.

“There is nothing I would desire more in this moment than to accompany you,” Harwin professed seriously. “But-”

“It would not be wise,” you finished for him, understanding exactly what he was trying to convey. “I fear your presence would be more of a detriment than an assistance, Dearest.”

Harwin could only imagine the looks that he, Princess Rhaenyra, and her sons would receive if he attended the petitions regarding the succession rights to Driftmark. Most everyone in the Red Keep still suspected him to be the true sire of Prince Lucerys. What would they think if he stood by the young Prince’s side, whilst his mother and Harwin’s rumored lover defended his birthright? The opponents to Prince Lucerys’s claim might view Harwin’s mere presence as goading, if not incendiary.

“Besides,” you added after a thoughtful moment of silence, “The children need you. Yours are the safest hands for them to be in, especially with them being so near the capital.”

“Second safest,” Harwin jokingly corrected, though his heart was not entirely in it. “They’d be safer in the far more capable hands of their mother, I’d imagine.”

Harwin watched as you looked longingly behind him, where Derrik and Selwin were atop their own horses several paces away. Their swords, which you and Harwin have gifted them for their respective fourteenth name days, were secured at their sides. Every day of the journey thus far, Harwin prayed to whatever gods would hear him that your sons would not need to use them. Derrick and Selwin took in the sight of the city, which they had not seen in many years, with more than mild interest. But every so often, they snuck in worried glances towards you and Harwin.

Harwin continued to watch as your eyes drifted over to one the carriages, where you both knew Bryna was keeping a watchful eye on Luciya. The young girl had been in remarkably good spirits today, but Harwin suspected that was soon to change.

It was painfully clear to Harwin you were reluctant to leave your youngest child, who had yet to go without your presence for more than a day. But if not even the pleading eyes of your daughter could convince you to not separate from the traveling party, it only spoke to how strongly you felt going to Princess Rhaenyra and offering her your support.

“The horses are readied, My Lady.”

You smiled your thanks at Ser Alren. Alren was the second son of the Lord of Oakheart. Though he was closer in age to you and Harwin than your other escorts, he had been knighted for many years. The fact that he was a prodigy with a sword at such a young age was only embroidered by the fact that the young man was chivalrous, honest, and loyal to a fault. Before his knighthood, he had been your brother Derron’s squire. Harwin was at least able to take some small comfort in the fact that one of your escorts accompanying you to the Red Keep would be a man who had served you and your family dutifully for years.

While you thanked Alren, Harwin tried to resign himself to his reality; he was about to watch you ride away into the nest of vipers that resided in the Red Keep, with little more than a few hand selected guards to accompany you. You hadn’t even allowed your handmaiden to accompany you, as you insisted that your stay at the capital would be short-lived. And that there would be plenty of other staff you could ask for assistance from, should you need it.

To further Harwin’s distress about the situation, you insisted on riding into the capital on horseback, and forgo a carriage altogether. Commandeering one of the few carriages for even a short while did not sit right with you. You had reasoned that the inconvenience to other members of the traveling party outweighed any potential benefit to you. That was good and well for going to the Red Keep, but Harwin was more concerned about what would occur when you left King’s Landing. You and your escort would be traveling on horseback to return to the larger party, and you would be doing so in a much more vulnerable state than you otherwise would have been.

At least you would carry something with you that helped placate his worries.

Harwin wordlessly shifted your traveling cloak to the side, revealing the belt strapped around your waist. His eyes fell to your favored side, and he felt instant relief when the sun caught the small bladed weapon there.

The dagger was a gift to you for your first wedding anniversary. Harwin had sought out some of the finest craftsmen in the Reach before commissioning it. When he had presented it to you, you were stunned by the metal work. Even to this day, it was a work of art; what appeared to be intricate vines twirled up the hilt, with a single rose carved into the pommel.

An unusual gift for a lady, perhaps. But after your collective history, you appreciated the gift from your husband more than you could ever convey, and Harwin appreciated the opportunity of teaching you how to wield it. If such a dark day were to come, you could both rest easier knowing that you had additional defense at your disposal.

“You know,” you said, your tone light and teasing, “Some people may deem carrying such a weapon as unbecoming and not very lady-like.”

Harwin readjusted your traveling cloak, concealing the dagger from view. “‘Tis most fortunate that I value your safety more than I do the opinion of others.”

Your escorts mounted their steeds, inaudibly signaling that they were ready to set out when you were.

Time was of the essence, and Harwin could feel every moment of it slipping through his fingers. He took your hands in his, and promptly kissed both of them. “Be careful, My Love.”

“I promise I will be,” you assured him, though your efforts were not entirely successful. “And do not fret, Dearest; I am in good hands.”

For additional reassurance, you gave Harwin as passionate of a kiss as you dared with an audience. When you pulled away, Harwin was momentarily stunned by your forwardness, though he could not truthfully say that he minded.

Ser Alren took advantage of the moment and approached you silently, handing you the reins of your designated horse for the short trip. The subtle action was enough to break Harwin from his stupor. Though you did not need it, he assisted you with a lift, and you saddled the horse with a somewhat familiar ease.

“Take care of your sister for me,” you requested of Derrik and Selwin as the horses began trot forward.

Your sons nodded in confirmation and smiled. Harwin tried to force himself to do the same.

But when you looked back over your shoulder at him, suddenly his smile did not feel so forced. You called, “I will have a raven sent when we mean to join you.”

“I will eagerly await its arrival,” Harwin called back truthfully.

Harwin stood tall and watched as you and your limited escorts disappeared from his view. When the Tyrell banners became blurred in the distance, he found himself hoping that he had not made a grave mistake.

“Lady Tyrell.”

“Ser Criston.”

That was the lone figure who had gathered to receive you upon the escort's arrival into the Red Keep. To be truthful, you had not expected any audience at all; only a few even knew you rode for the capital. You wouldn’t have dared to impose upon the royal family as an uninvited guest. But you weren’t uninvited at all; Princess Rhaenyra wanted you here.

Somehow, being greeted by Ser Criston Cole felt like more of a slight than having been greeted by no one at all.

You dismounted your house and appraised Ser Criston thoughtfully. It had been almost seven years since you had been made to suffer the sight of him. Unfortunately, it appeared as though time had been particularly kind.

Pity.

“Welcome back to King’s Landing, My Lady. We have been expecting your arrival.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Have you now?”

“Your Good Brother is the Master of Whisperers, My Lady. It seems as though very little happens throughout the realm without him learning of it in one way or another. Least of all the business of his brother and his family.”

Of course, Larys. Neither of you had written to him about your impromptu visit to King’s Landing, but you had promised Harwin to see how his younger brother was faring. However, it appeared as though Larys did not need his elder brother to keep an eye on him anymore; if Larys had informants who had already made him knowledgeable of your unannounced arrival, they were effective ones indeed. Just the type of informants your Good Brother ought to have at his disposal if he desired to fulfill his role as Master of Whisperers with any sort of proficiency.

“If you will all gather your belongings and follow me, so that your horses can be given food and water in the stables. In anticipation of your arrival, Queen Alicent has already had rooms prepared for you.”

The Queen? “If Queen Alicent was also knowledgeable of my intent to visit, did she not wish to join you in welcoming us?”

Ser Criston did not take the bait. Dryly, he replied, “The Queen keeps a busy schedule these days, acting as a steward in the name of His Majesty, King Viserys. As we speak, she convenes with the small council. Her Grace the Queen thought it more fruitful to dedicate her time to the struggles that face the realm, and has entrusted me with the honorable task of welcoming you in her place.”

You bit back the scoff that threatened to slip from your lips, and forced a smile instead. “Very well, Ser Criston. My escort and I would be honored if you would show us to our accommodations.”

You and your escorts gathered the packs that had been tied to the saddles of your horses, and once the steeds were led away by stablehands, you all lined up to enter into the Red Keep. You decided to linger behind the group, though Ser Alren strategically positioned himself at your side.

The rest of your party entered through the courtyard doors without a fuss. But when you and Ser Alren went to pass Ser Criston, who had remained posted at the doors, you were stopped.

“I must confess, Lady Y/N, Queen Alicent did not know whether to expect the rest of your family as well.”

“To assuage the Queen’s concerns, please inform her that I do not intend to stay in the capital long. My husband thought it best for him remain with our children, and I intend to return to them in a few days.”

“Ah, yes, your husband,” Ser Criston feigned forgetfulness. You knew it was all for show, for how could a man forget another who had bludgeoned his face? “Tell me My Lady, how does Ser Harwin fare these days?”

“My husband, the Lord of Harrenhal, is very well, thank you. I shall pass along your kind greetings and well wishes when I speak with him next.”

Ser Criston’s eyes narrowed briefly, but he received his composure just as quickly. “If that is your wish. Shall I show you to your rooms now, My Lady?”

It was relatively easy to slip from your rooms whilst Ser Alren and the rest of your escort settled into their own.

The stone corridors you used to frequently roam should have felt more soothing than they did, but the air of the Red Keep felt… off. Long gone was the place you had once called home. In its stead was an imposter, a true likeness in appearance, but a terribly inaccurate depiction of its soul.

A cold, joyless place, you declared to yourself bitterly.

You decided not to bother any staff with questions; you were fairly certain of your destination regardless. After a few minutes of meandering through the halls, you overheard a pair of familiar voices, and knew at once that you had hit the mark.

“You must have patience, My Love.”

“īlon issi se ānogar hen zaldrīzes. īlon issi vēttan syt action, daor patience.” (We are the Blood of the Dragon. We are made for action, not patience.)

“We are guests of the King and Queen, though it is only the Queen who is able to walk these halls anymore. Now, lower your voice, lest she or anyone else hears you.”

“Why should I care if I am heard? I only speak the truth. My brother is the King, and you are his heir. Yet neither of you sit the throne. Instead, it is being warmed by a fanatical queen and her forked-tongue father for that drunkard and complete and utter waste of a dragon that they call your half-brother. This cannot stand!”

“Shhh!”

“As if I care what that self-righteous zealot thinks of me,” the man snarled darkly. “That… līve hen iā dāria-” (whore of a queen-).

“My Valerian is quite rusty,” you called down the corridor in a controlled tone. Your pace was a calm one as you walked towards the two blonde figures who had been conversing at the opposite end. “But I know of an insult when I hear one.”

Princess Rhaenyra whipped her head in your direction, visibly tense at the prospect of having been overheard. But when her wide eyes focused upon you, her shoulders slouched with relaxation.

Prince Daemon turned to you with an indiscernible look on his eyes. “Lady Tyrell,” he greeted, perfectly cordial. He took a few steps forward to meet you halfway, with Princess Rhaenyra perfectly in time beside him. “What a surprise to see you here.”

“Is it, My Prince? Then you are among the minority, I fear. It seems my Good Brother shared news of my impending arrival with our Queen, who in turn declared the lone presence of her sworn shield to be an adequate greeting party.”

“Ah, yes. Ser Crispin,” Prince Daemon recalled with a playful smile. His tone was deceptively pleasant sounding, considering the subject matter.

Princess Rhaenyra’s face soured at the mere mention of the man who had bludgeoned another to death at her own wedding feast. But perhaps that was not the only foul memory that came to her mind at the thought of Ser Criston Cole. To Prince Daemon, she said, “We should take our sole greeting from Lord Caswell as a compliment, in light of what the other prospect may have been.”

You raised your eyebrows, mildly surprised. House Caswell of the Reach was loyal to Princess Rhaenyra, no doubt. But- “The Queen did not welcome you personally?”

Prince Daemon ignored your question altogether. “Tell me, Lady Y/N, how does the Queen’s lapdog fare these days?”

“Ser Criston looks to be in good health.”

“Does he? Such a shame. Perhaps I ought to see to that myself.”

You didn’t dare to wonder what the Rogue Prince was suggesting by that statement. Your feelings about the younger brother of the King were complicated at best.

Princess Rhaenyra must not have deemed Prince Daemon’s threat credible, despite how plain it was. She merely frowned at him with a fondness a mother might have displayed towards her misbehaving, but well meaning, children.

Prince Daemon glanced between you and Princess Rhaenyra thoughtfully. “... I sense my presence is not needed here. I shall leave the both of you to it, then.”

Prince Daemon made one more remark in Valerian to Princess Rhaenyra, but you did not catch it, as it was said under his breath. Without another word, he slunk past you and disappeared down the corridor from where you’d come and out of sight.

With her husband gone, Princess Rhaenyra’s focus was able to be solely on you. Her violet eyes looked you over thoroughly. As she took in the sight of you, you did the same.

At last, she smiled, and took your hands in hers. “I am glad to see you, my friend.”

After returning the smile, you squeezed her hands once before releasing them. “The feeling is mutual, Your Grace.”

Despite the passage of time, Princess Rhaenyra looked the same as you had last seen her. Except for-

Princess Rhaenyra’s hands fell to rest upon her protruding stomach. You felt your composure slip with the shock; you did not know she was with child again.

“You look well,” you observed. “Are you?”

“I would not dare risk my health to entertain this folly of a proceeding if I was not.” Before you could think of how to respond, Princess Rhaenyra took a step forward to your side, and linked your arm in one of hers. “Come, Y/N. We have much to discuss.”

Princess Rhaenyra guided you without force, as you were very much a willing participant, out into the gardens. Though many things about the Red Keep seemed starkly different, the worn paths of the gardens you used to tread years ago had remained much the same, despite the passage of time.

Nostalgia arose as the two of you became surrounded by the familiar greenery. Once you had made a fairly decent headway into the gardens, Princess Rhaenyra felt confident broaching the first of many topics that were to be discussed, albeit quietly.

“We arrived a few days ago. Lord Caswell, gods bless him, was the only member of the Court who cared to greet us.”

“Such blatant disrespect for the future Queen,” you muttered disapprovingly, imagining the scene she described in your mind’s eye. “‘Tis shameful.”

Princess Rhaenyra teased, “Now you sound like my husband.”

You faltered at the comparison, but quickly recovered. “Have you been to see the King? How is he?”

It was Princess Rhaenyra’s turn to falter then. She put on a neutral face, but it would not fool you. You had been friends for years, and it was far too simple to detect the hurt behind her words.

“The King is not well. Queen Alicent, in all her good intentions, along with her gaggle of maesters handpicked from Oldtown, have deemed it necessary that milk of poppy be incorporated into the King’s daily treatment… When I spoke with him on the day of our arrival, he scarcely recognized me.”

The troubling images of King Viserys confined to the chains of sleep and completely baffled and dazed when he was not flooded your mind. How had he not been able to recall his own daughter, his own blood? An awful fate for anyone, especially for a king. Awful for a child too, to be deemed a stranger in the eyes of a parent.

Had King Viserys truly been that ill? Princess Rhaenyra once confided to you that her father had frequently sought the insightful care of maesters. But you had always ventured that it had been out of caution, and a means for the King to preserve his existing health more than anything else. With Princess Rhaenyra’s latest concerns, it seemed more likely that King Viserys and those closest to him had gone through great lengths to disguise his existing ailments, as they might have been doing all along.

“I am so very sorry, Your Grace.”

Princess Rhaenyra shook her head. “It matters little. I expect none of us will be here for long- Ser Vaemond’s petition is to be heard by Queen Alicent and the Hand in a few days time. Once that has concluded, my family and I will return to Dragonstone with great haste, and the Queen can continue to treat my father as she deems fit.”

You surmised by Princess Rhaenyra’s flippant tone that the matter was nowhere near as settled as she attempted to portray as, but you said nothing.

There was no point in inquiring as to whether Princess Rhaenyra was concerned about the outcome of Ser Vaemond’s petition. But you also knew that she had no other option but to meet his challenge head on. Ser Vaemond’s lust for his brother’s titles and lands could not and would not be obtained at the expense of Prince Lucerys. Princess Rhaenyra would defend her and her late husband’s familial arrangement until the end of her days, for if she did not, she would lose everything.

If fate forced her hand, you believed Princess Rhaenyra could live a life without a crown upon her head. But you were loath to imagine a world in which she was stripped of her children.

“Did you come alone?”

You nodded affirmatively. “Harwin would have joined me, but someone had to stay with the children.”

Princess Rhaenyra grimaced. “When I wrote to inform you of Vaemond’s petition, I only meant to notify you that my family might not be present at Dragonstone when you arrived. I had no intention of pulling you away from them.”

“Which you have not,” you reassured her. “I wished to come and offer you and Prince Lucerys the support of the whole of House Tyrell and House Strong. I would hope it does not come by surprise that Harwin cares a great deal about the both of you. I can say with the utmost certainty that he would have joined me in offering you our support personally, but-”

“There is no need to explain. I would not doubt Lord Harwin’s intentions to be genuine, had he chosen to accompany you here. But maintaining distance was certainly the wisest move for everyone… At least for now.”

Harwin looked forward to reuniting with Princess Rhaenyra and her sons as much as the rest of your family did. But it was understood by all that the reunion would be better served away from the vengeful eyes of those who would deem his care as an admission of guilt to a crime he did not commit.

“There is little else my husband values more than the safety of those he cares about,” you reminded her redundantly.

Princess Rhaenyra smirked, though it was without malice. “You married a good man, Lady Y/N.”

You certainly did. And there wasn't a day that passed by that you didn’t find yourself incredibly thankful for Harwin.

But that only reminded you of Princess Rhaneyra’s losses.

“Words penned to parchment cannot properly conveyconvey my sympathies for Ser Laenor’s loss, Princess.”

Princess Rhanyra’s neutral expression remained steady.

When she said nothing in response, you continued. “I may not have always judged Ser Laenor as fairly as I ought to have, and the burden of guilt I bear for that is a heavy one.”

“Please, do not feel any guilt,” Princess Rhaenyra insisted, breaking her steely reserve. “He would not wish for it. Wherever my late husband is now, rest assured that he is far happier than life as a Prince Consort and as a brother still in mourning for his dear sister would have ever allowed him to be.”

Although you had not been present, you knew most of what transpired in Driftwood that one night years ago, largely in part to Princess Rhaenyra’s own writings and the windstorm of rumors that followed shortly thereafter. Lady Laena was put to rest, only to have her dragon claimed by Prince Aemond that very night. Prince Aemond had tamed the beast that was Vhaegar only to have his eye cut out by his nephew, Luke. Luke, the son that Princess Rhaenyra fondly called her “sweet boy”. And then there was the madness that had ensued after, when Queen Alicent drew blood from Princess Rhaenyra with King Viserys’s dagger and faced no consequences for it, despite assaulting another member of the royal family.

But what took you by surprise the most was Ser Laenor’s sudden death. Your shock had given way to appall when the word of Princess Rhaenyra’s swift remarriage to her uncle, Prince Daemon, reached your ears. You did not believe the Princess to be capable of murder, or even able to conspire to it… but you did not doubt the extended lengths that the Rogue Prince would go to achieve his own ends.

However, if Ser Laenor’s death had not merely been an unfortunate betrayal by his former companion, and if Princess Rhaenyra knew more about his passing than what she had previously told you, she had never said.

… Then again, perhaps she could not.

“I hope the Seven Heavens welcomed Ser Laenor warmly,” you said truthfully, not knowing what else to say. “And Lady Laena, too.”

Princess Rhaenyra gave you a small, sad smile, still offering no further comment on the matter.

You took the few moments of comfortable silence that followed to contemplate your next words. Part of you thought it wise to omit what you desired to say altogether, but the other part of you hated the idea of leaving the topic unaddressed.

“If I may, Your Grace, there is another for whom I wish to express to you my sincerest condolences.” One person had never dared to put your words to parchment about, lest it be intercepted.

Princess Rhaenyra’s smile fell, but her eyes remained keen. “You speak of my companion Ser Royce, do you not?”

It was your turn to smile, and it was a grateful one, as you were thankful she had given you an out. After letting out a light, nervous laugh, you answered softly, “Yes, My Princess.”

Ser Royce Baratheon- the true father of Princess Rhaenyra’s eldest sons.

Ser Royce’s passing the previous year was just as sudden and as tragic as Ser Laenor’s had been. He and his grandfather, Lord Boremund Baratheon, had gone on a hunting trip. In the end, it was a wild boar that had taken town the Lord of Storm’s End and his grandson. In hindsight, you thought it surprising that Lord Boremund had been allowed to go hunting at all; he was one of the oldest lords in the realm at the time. But his stubbornness was legendary. If Lord Boremund had been bested by the beast first, there was little doubt Ser Royce would have been out of sorts after witnessing the death of his grandfather. The boar would have easily taken the advantage.

“Your words are kind, and I appreciate them. I hadn't had the pleasure of speaking with Ser Royce since before Joffrey was born. But we still wrote to one another on occasion, even up to the month before.”

You wondered if Prince Daemon knew about those letters. And you had often wondered over the years if he knew anything about Ser Royce at all.

“Princess, is Prince Daemon aware of the… companionship you had with Ser Royce?”

“Yes. I told him several years ago, in fact.”

As you continued to walk, her head swiveled about, rapidly ensuring that the pair of you were still alone. You were. Just the same, her next words were spoken so softly you had to strain to hear them.

“Prince Daemon forced my hand in the matter, you see. I love my husband, but he is a jealous creature by nature, try as he might to deny it. I quickly grew tired of his off-handed comments about your husband, which only grew fouler once he discovered that Lord Harwin and I still write to one another. I had no choice but to tell him the truth- if only to cease his attempt to sully your husband's image.”

You almost shuddered at the thought of Prince Daemon being anything less than apathetic towards you, Harwin, or your family. How many years had passed with Prince Daemon believing Harwin to be the father of Princess Rhaenyra’s eldest sons? … Probably far too many. The rumors about the Red Keep had been stirring for years, and that was before Prince Daemon had even returned from Essos. Before the fire at Harrenhal.

The fire at Harrenhal…

Surely, Prince Daemon couldn’t have-

“How does Lord Borros fare these days?” you questioned hastily, forcing the dark and troubling thoughts away. “I am afraid there is not much need for me to correspond with him politically, and there are no personal connections between us, either.”

“The man waited a great deal of his life to inherit his father’s throne. Once he did, it came at the cost of his son.”

You couldn’t imagine such a loss. From the heaviness lingering behind her words, it appeared that Princess Rhaenyra could not either.

“Lord Borros still has his four daughters from his late wife, to be sure,” Princess Rhaenyra supposed. “But I suspect it won’t be long before we hear word of his search for a new wife. I dare say he shall have a son once more.”

A son who could never be the replacement for the one he had lost, you thought gloomily.

You realized, “It seems the Stranger has not been unfamiliar to many of us over the past few years.”

Finally, the shrubs around you gave way to an opening. Just up ahead was the balcony on the far edge of the garden. You snuck a glance at Princess Rhaenyra as the pair of you continued on, only stopping once you were before it and able to rest your hands on the cement barrier.

You looked out into the Blackwater Bay, and sighed wistfully. Many years ago, you had watched the Bay as Velaryon ships and several dragons descended upon King’s Landing for Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding to Ser Laenor. Though not entirely sparse of ships now, when compared to your memory, the Blackwater Bay looked eerily empty before you.

So much had changed.

“I really am glad to see you again, Y/N.”

Fortunately, some things never did.

“The pleasure is mine, Your Grace.”

You were invited to have supper with Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, and their oldest children that evening.

Prince Jacaerys and Lucerys had grown as much as Derrik and Selwin, much to your dismay. But they had become fine young men, and undoubtedly made their mother very proud.

Prince Jacaerys had been very courteous, and had asked you specific questions about trade to and from the Reach. It was apparent he had taken care to familiarize himself with the knowledge beforehand.

On the other hand, Prince Lucerys, though also polite, was noticeably more quiet and withdrawn than his elder brother. But you could not fault him for that. Who would not be, if they were in a position such as his? Both he and his elder brother favored their father’s looks greatly, but Ser Royce’s visage was made most apparent in Luke. It was sad in a way, for neither of them would ever know.

The ladies Baela and Rhaenya were at supper as well. Thankfully, it seemed that they took after their mother, Lady Laena Velaryon, in many ways. You looked forward to getting to know them better over your short stay in King’s Landing, and then again once in Dragonstone.

As you left supper, Princess Rhaenyra bid you a goodnight with a promise to introduce you to her youngest children on the morrow. You could scarcely wait; would you even be able to recognize Prince Joffrey? He’d been only a babe the last time you saw him.

Being surrounded by the Princess’s family did wonders to assuage the emptiness that had begun to brew within you due to the separation from your own. But when you returned to your chambers that evening, and you were left with nothing but silence, your heart felt impossibly heavy.

You tried to alleviate the drowning feeling by writing a letter to Harwin, assuring him that you made it to the Red Keep safely, and did not anticipate to be delayed by more than a few days. You set the letter aside for the maesters to send it by raven in the morning, and took some comfort in the fact that Harwin was sure to receive it as soon as he arrived in Rosby.

You poured yourself a glass of wine, and hoped the small indulgence would help calm your nerves.

As you stood out on the balcony, which overlooked King’s Landing, you heard a knock on the chamber doors. Perhaps it was a servant checking in, or maybe even Ser Alren. Either way, you did not mind.

You called, “Come in.”

The hinges of the door squeaked as the door opened, and you turned away from the balcony to step back into the room. What- or who, rather- you saw halted you at once.

A deep green dress made of luxurious fabric enveloped the very last person you had expected to come calling upon you at this hour of the night.

“Queen Alicent.”

A/N: Thank you for reading🖤 Part 2 will be posted on Wed 12/21🖤

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malleleothreesome · 11 months ago

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So I scrolled down and just met you through your stage sex fic and scrolled through and couldn't find the pt.2 and it has been a month but I only met you today and I haven't read anything else just yet but I will but my question is will there be a pt.2 cause you have me frothing at the mouth for him and if I have to commission u to do it I will!

Hi!!! Thank you both so much for your interest in my fic. @starshiningsirius ahaha I'm truly honored that you would consider paying me for my work 😅💖 It means a lot to me! Unfortunately, I have not started working on part 2 yet. YET!! I promise I'll get it out to you, I still have interest in finishing it. I'm feeling just like a little... blocked on it.

I think it's because I'm unsure of how kinky to make it. I think there are two camps—people who want 3rd years in the audience, and people who don't. Ever since it was first suggested to me, I think having 3rd years in the audience is a really fun suggestion. Tbh, if it was up to me (which I guess it IS adbjasbdiu but that doesn't necessarily mean I'll go through with it)... I think it would really tie into the story if I had 3rd years forced to sit in the audience as they slowly turned into wood 💀 But I know that's like an extremely kinky thing (and really morbid) to do and theres a lot of ppl who would be like 'ew Erica wtf is wrong with you?' (Also if I have Lilia turning to wood I guess he can't film the show for Malleus so like 🤔🤨🧐)—See I have lots of varying ideas.

I also thought about making a separate post that was like "How would 3rd years react to seeing you on stage having sex with Fellow" and that would give all 3rd years a chance to shine while also keeping things separate for people who don't want to read that. I don't know!!! Please feel free to comment or send me an ask with your suggestions! I mean, I'm even open to the idea of including more than just the 3rd years (I know the Tweels are very beloved characters even though I myself am not into them) but I know that creates even MORE of an ick for other people.

My fear is: now that we are getting deep into the smut of it all, I know everyone has very specific tastes, wants, needs, & icks when it comes to sex, so I'm filled with trepidation when trying to come up with the rest of the plot. Since I separated it into part 1 and part 2, I'm kind of afraid of writing something that will ruin part 2 for people who enjoyed part 1 and were eagerly anticipating part 2. Does that make sense? So I'm thinking about it too deeply, and therefore, I am feeling blocked on starting because I want to come up with something that will please everyone.

Like, if I had just released the whole story from the start, people could have chosen not to read it at all if the content warnings weren't their vibe, but noooow... people who read it already are invested in the outcome of part 2. Ah, the pressure! 😩

Realistically, I know I can't please everyone, but I'm still very new to writing (I've only been posting on here around 2 months now!) and I still have that eagerness to want to strive to make everyone happy. So, I guess it's something I have to work through and get over as a writer.

Also, I've been having fun ignoring my Stage Sex Part 2 anxieties by writing completely different prompts for my writing event going on right now lol. However, I think I'll rip the metaphorical band-aid off starting next year (aka like in a few days lol) and just start writing part 2. Hopefully my blockage will melt away and I'll be able to come up with something I'm happy with! At the end of the day, my main goal is to make reader x Fellow have AMAZING sex, so I guess I'll start with that and see what other things I want to add to spice things up at the end.

Again, thank you both so much for your interest, it means the world to me. I hope to get Part 2 out to you ASAP and I hope I can write something that you really enjoy!

#‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ Erica Answers ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙#this is so long sorry #as you can see i have a LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!!!

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machiroads · 11 months ago

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Machi's 2023 Year In Review

'23 was a bit of a wild one. A toast to the last twelve months (both in fandom and IRL) under the cut.

Fic

Here's what went out the door in '23:

Naruhata Noir

I started posting NN in December '22, about a month after finishing 9L. At one point last year I joked about finishing the entire thing in the week between Christmas and New years. Evidently, this did not happen for a variety of reasons:

A) A series of events occurring in my personal life that do not merit further detail that I will herein refer to as "the conga line of nonsense". That kicked off during last year's holiday season and bled into like...May. Which leads directly into:

B) Tears of the Kingdom came out. And;

C) A general loss of motivation in the project.

During the aforementioned Conga Line of Nonsense, I had a goal of finishing before TotK came out, but I only managed to cobble together another 4 chapters between January and May. After somehow managing weekly to biweekly chapters for 9L, NN was much more sporadic, and at one point I had people asking me if I was still alive. Which. sucked, since I generally strive to be a somewhat reliable person.

Once the TotK hyperfixation hit, I managed maaaaaaybe another 2 chapters before I finally got bored of grinding monsters to upgrade outfits. I did manage to meet the third self-imposed deadline of finishing before going to Japan for 2 weeks, so at least that's one W.

In addition to the distractions of Life, NN was more challenging to write for a few main reasons:

Aizawa is not the narrator. Look, I'm mature enough to acknowledge that he is Blorbo From My Shows, and everything I write wants to revolve around him. Taking a step back from that and trying to get into another character's head after spending 8 solid months on 9L was an adjustment. It took me a bit of time to find Shinsou's voice.

Most of the relationship dynamics in this fic are non-canonical, and pulled directly out of my ass. Shinsou's relationships with the Hottas are central to the back half of the fic, and his relationship with Mirko also becomes prominent at times. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS HAVE EVER INTERACTED IN REAL LIFE I'M JUST SMASHING DOLLS TOGETHER LIKE I DID AS A 7 YEAR OLD.

Trying to parallel something I already wrote several months ago is hard. I wanted NN to make sense on its own, but also follow the relevant bits from 9L. This was next to impossible to accomplish without sounding clunky. Almost from the very beginning of the fic, the outsider's perspective of Aizawa's first steps, I felt the urge to change the dialogue because the story that I wanted to tell from Shinsou's perspective was different from the one I wanted to tell from Aizawa's perspective. I locked myself into that rigidity for a while, until I finally decided just to say fuck it at the end and modify the 9L dialogue slightly because the story had taken on a life of its own.

Erasermic took a major backseat in this one, but I still needed to scratch the itch, and I think that's why I ended up writing 2 emic one shots in between chapters.

I don't think a direct parallel spin-off is something I would try writing again, and the fic was probably a lot longer than it needed to be, but at the end of the day, I'm satisfied with the way it turned out, and I'm happy I was actually able to finish it this year.

Here's a collage of my inspo for Aizawa's apartment cobbled together from google maps and japanese real estate websites.

Being No One, Going Nowhere

The first of the 3 one shots that I put out this year, and a proof of concept that I can slap together 3k in a day and a half fever dream and call it a fic.

This one in particular was instigated by one of @o0fyuu0o's tweets that refused to leave me alone. And maybe also the two broken arms story from reddit, but you know, like, less incesty.

Mic was extremely pathetic in this one, which is immensely fun to write. Just a pathetic little meow meow. Sopping wet cat of a man.

College AU was fun to write, emboldened in part by @kyurilin's fic Stray. After being married to canon-verse for both 9L and NN, this was an exercise in just making shit up, and also living vicariously through the memories of the house I lived in for the better part of 2 years as an undergrad. I graduated 7 years ago and it is still crystallized in my memory.

A Tumultuous Sea, You and Me

I've been nursing a healthy crush on Pirate!Aizawa (or Paizawa, as the kids on JP Twit call him) since the Volume 35 character page came out in June '22. Paizawa even killed a 2 year long art block, that's how powerful he is. (Look!)

I do not remember what exactly spurned this one on, but it also got written in the span of about 2 days. I think I reread The Art of Drowning at some point this year, but I do not remember if it was during the writing frenzy, or sometime before it.

Aizawa gets to hold the meow meow card again in this one. His 2 sentence rivalry with Vlad is one of the best things I've ever written.

Of the 2 days I spent writing this, I probably spent 75% of that researching pirate ships. I used almost none of it, and have forgotten almost all of it by this point.

I feel like everyone that dips their toes into the realm of merpeople has a different interpretation on it, but I wanted to spend approximately 0 minutes on worldbuilding, so it's just kind of a chill coexistence between the pirates and the mermaids in this one lol. People were intrigued by said "worldbuilding" however and wanted more, but I think I've scratched the mer-pirate itch for now haha.

1966 Ford Nutstang GT350 Shelby

@kyurilin made a tumblr post that misspelled "mustang" as "nustang" and I skim-read it and saw "nutstang" and was like "you know what would be a terribad nickname for the car? Nutstang." At which point I immediately informed her, which led down the rabbit hole of a very loose RP (as it often does) and I decided YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD JUST TURN THIS INTO A CRACK FIC.

At which point I had to sort of construct a loose plot around the entire bonkers concept. Nemuri held a key role in the pseudo-RP, but I ended up wanting to keep the fic tight and her role was mostly cut. But rest assured she is there in spirit, though, judging.

The plush nutsack is just a bastardization of a kangaroo ballsack coinpurse I saw in a Crap Souvenirs From Around The World calendar I had many years back that has imprinted on my memory. At no point did I seek out visual reference for it, and neither should you. It is up to the reader's imagination.

On the topic of bastardizations, the reappearing nutsack plotline is borrowed from the drawfee gnome saga.

Mic yelling GOOD MORNING and Aizawa banging his head on the underside of his desk is S tier slapstick.

PEOPLE MADE ART????

Some wonderful listeners readers are still making art for 9L, and we have been blessed with two beautiful new pieces this year:

Mic and Eri's selfie, from @kaleidoscopedrawsjpg

The Only One Bed scene, from @guiltyfixations

@obsessed-dragon also drew the photo of Shinsou holding Miso from Naruhata Noir, and Black Spider Eyes drew Aizawa dangling out the window from Tumultuous Sea.

Every time a piece of art drops on my dash, or I see my fic being recommended to other people, my brain does a lil short circuit and I have to go get up and walk around for a bit. I'm not sure words can express how much it means to me that people have enjoyed my writing enough to recommend it to other people, or sit down and create something of their own based off of it. It's humbling, and I'm truly grateful for every kind word or "sketch I should have maybe spent a little longer on" hahaha

Stats!

Look, I'm an engineer. I can't resist the thrall of Microsoft Excel. So here's A Chart.

I value Bookmarks the highest of all the stats that AO3 spits out. Views are pointless (skewed higher in the context of multi-chap fics). Kudos are an indicator of how many people read and liked enough to leave a kudos, but bookmarks are my indicator of how many people liked it enough to keep it around to read again, or recommend to others.

The bookmark-to-kudos ratio is (in my unscientific opinion) a measure of how many people loved the work vs how many people just liked it.

From the chart above, we can propose the following conclusions:

9L is still, far and away, the most popular, and most well-loved thing I've ever written. I'm fine with that.

The Nutstang fic was a certified cult classic, with a bookmark-to-kudos ratio of almost 0.3, second to only 9L.

NN is at a respectable ratio of 0.24 (middle of the pack), but in terms of number of kudos, is not that far ahead the mer-pirate fic. NN was not tagged as erasermic, so I do think this checks out in terms of sheer exposure.

Still Cooking:

FFXII AU

I started this one in March during the conga line of personal life nonsense. I somehow lured in Robbirdthe8th and @o0fyuu0o and @obsessed-dragon and got a solid month of drafting done before I was like "maybe I should work on NN again" and then it sat dormant until like. October.

It's up to almost 30k across 3 partially written chapters already, and I outlined 9 chapters. It is almost certainly overambitious, and I will almost certainly run into the same motivation issue I had with NN because it's a rooftop 4 fic and not just erasermic, and it has a demographic of approximately four people as an AU of a game that came out in uh........2006.

I thought I'd get at least some of it out in '23 but I'm taking it easy and just writing when inspiration strikes at the moment.

Fortuneteller AU

I started this one maybe a week-ish ago, in my quest for a pitch for the erasermic zine (surprise! they haven't made official announcements yet, but I'll be in it. this is an easter egg for those of you who made it this far). It's going to end up far too long for the 3k word limit for that, so I'm just co-opting it for another one-shot. Taisho era urban fantasy dabbling in some Violet Evergarden/FMA-esque post-war themes. Mic with pince nez. Aizawa in hakama. Gratuitous amateur tarot. It has gripped me by the throat.

More from the Nine Lives Extended Universe (canon-willing)

I've got 3 more spin-offs to 9L simmering, just waiting for canon to figure out its business. These are:

When The Battle's Lost and Won

A final battle post-mortem in 4 parts (if 3baka all make it out alive that is). Every few chapters of canon that come out, something gets added or tossed. Extremely fluid at this point, but there are some good quality blurbs and bullet points in there.

Kintsugi

The erasermic epilogue to 9L, from Mic's perspective. An exploration of their relationship beyond the final battle, with an overarching theme that I've borrowed from a Dorktown documentary on former Toronto Blue Jays pitcher Dave Stieb: Not at all, and then all at once.

This one's just pure body worship, punctuated by an extremely casual marriage proposal. A lot of people still comment on 9L like "THIS CAN'T BE IT, WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?", so I hope this will satisfy those looking for some closure from a relatively open ending.

The Way of the Househero

With the impending graduation of the hell class, and a body that doesn't quite move the way it used to, Aizawa has a bit of an existential crisis and semi-retires so he can be a full-time parent to Eri while figuring out what's next for him. Mostly slice of life. No real plot to this one yet, mostly just vignettes. Aizawa finally gets cats of his own, makes mom friends, and becomes more of a knife slut (only its in the kitchen now instead of on the streets).

IRL

Painting

Every room in my home is painted some sort of bland pastel, and this year we managed to purge pastels from four rooms: my home office, our living room / dining room, and our bedroom. I am enormously pleased with how each of these have turned out.

Gardening

We moved to this house in January '22, and last year was mostly seeing what came up in the garden. This year we cleared out a lot of the decorative shrubs in our backyard (turns out you can hock shrubs on facebook marketplace), and planted a veggie garden. The extent of my gardening experience prior to this year was mowing the lawn as a teenager, so this year was a continuous learning experience, and likely will be for many more years to come.

We had some big wins (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, cherries, squash, dear god the squash), and some losses (apples that were infested with tent caterpillars, arugula that bolted, and lettuce that got eaten by bunnies to name a few).

In addition to veggies, we also did a lot of general cleanup around the rest of the yard, including clearing out some invasive species and thinning out some partially dead shrubs. We mostly let the yard do its own thing last year, and the previous owner of our home died about 6 months before we moved in, so it was probably neglected for a while. I cut out a blackberry cane that was as long as our driveway. I bought a wood chipper and a compost aerator and am learning the art and science of turning yard trash into yard treasure. (I have not peed on my compost pile yet, as recommended by /r/composting. Maybe some day.)

I also adopted a clipping from my sister-in-law's monstera, which has done quite well (except for the parts my cat has taken a mild interest in nibbling on from time to time)

Travel

Probably too much travel this year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3 Weddings (4 if you count the one in December '22 that's included in the Conga Line of Nonsense). Got covid at 2 of them. Invited to a fifth next year. Wishing everyone of marriageable age I know IRL a very elope

Trips for work to Winnipeg and Calgary (to which I have never been before, but are both underwhelming). Also got to fly on a floatplane for the first time, which is noisy, but the views are unbeatable

I turned 30 this year, and after the Conga Line of Nonsense, I said fuck it, we're going back to Japan for my birthday. 2 weeks, 8 cities. L: Shimanami Kaido cycle (still somehow 30 degrees in September x full sun x forgot sunscreen x 80km = pain) (my husband has proofread this and insists that this is not an L but agree to disagree) W: Hokkaido (beautiful scenery, incredible food, not 30 degrees in September lmao)

Anyways

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and thanks for your love in '23. I hope to provide you with more of the same nonsense in '24. Let me know if you want a spinoff cats + gardening + DIY blog, since that's just my life now. Happy new year 🍾

#Machiwrites #long boi under the cut

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silverjirachi · 1 year ago

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silverjirachi’s Works and WIPs Master Post - 2023

I have a lot in the works and a lot to be completed so I figured I’d put an updated list all in one cohesive place. This will also be available on a page on my blog directly, in case you want to check in.

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Pokemon Fandom

The Dead Sea Trilogy, @the-dead-sea-trilogy

Pokemon RSE / ORAS

Pairing: Archie & Maxie

Book 1: The Devil and the Dead Sea (complete) - 76,000 words

“So, where would you be, Mr. Sunshine, if the blistering sun dried up the raging sea?"

The first book in my hardenshipping trilogy, The Devil and the Dead Sea, focuses on Maxie's desperation to reach the Seafloor Cavern. After his own plans fall through, he must enlist the help of his enemy in order to reach his goals, and joins hands with Team Aqua in order to reach the cavern.

But along the way, a hidden romance is discovered between the two teams, and Maxie must bring his team - and his own sanity - back under control, lest he lose everything he's ever worked for in the process.

A traditional Enemies-to-Lovers - featuring many parties Maxie does not want to be at. Gossip, nonsense, sad feelings, and sea shanties ensue.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Courtney, Tabitha, Shelly, Matt, Groudon & Kyogre, original Team Magma/Team Aqua crew, Maxie and Archie fighting and falling in love on a ship.

Link to AO3

Book 2: Icarus and the Blistering Sun (being updated actively!) ~ 100,000 words

Thanks for instilling dreams in me, Max. I’m off to pursue mine. See you when I awaken the great and mighty KYOGRE!!

The preqel to The Devil and the Dead Sea, Icarus and the Blistering Sun tells the story of the beginnings of Archie and Maxie's relationship-turned-rivalry, and how there once was a close partnership and even a friendship therein - and how it all went so bitterly, catastrophically wrong.

Follow a young, aspiring, college-age Maxie as he strives to find his calling. He and Archie--along with one other peculiar blue-haired scientist--travel the region to chart and discover the legendary Pokemon--inadvertently feeding this information directly into the hands of Team Rocket.

Featuring Even More Parties that Maxie Does Not Want to Be At, and Colress, who is only there to break rules. There is some light Maxie/Colress content, a peculiar and disastrous ship I am referring to as FeralScienceShipping

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress (B2W2), Petrel (HGSS), Domino (Team Rocket, Mewtwo Returns), Archie's encounter with Jirachi, Maxie's backstory, and the inception of Team Magma

Link to AO3

Book 3: Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (wip) ~ 100,000 words (probably)

“Thwarted by two twelve year old kids." Maxie paused again. “Hm. I don’t like that this is a recurring pattern for some reason.” “It’s like every region’s just linin’ up waitin’ for their next apocalypse,” Archie laughed. “Who’s next? Kalos? Alola? Sinnoh?” “Please don’t talk like that.” “What? Why?” “Sinnoh is home to creatures far more powerful than Kyogre and Groudon.”

The third book in the Dead Sea Trilogy, in which Archie and Maxie (and their third wheel, Colress) are working together to build something new from the ashes of their two retired teams. They join forces with their mutual parole officer (Looker) to keep themselves out of jail, and to a stop to an emerging threat in the Sinnoh region.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress, Looker, Matt, Shelly, Courtney, Tabitha, Team Galactic, Archie and Maxie's fledgling romantic relationship, Courtney's weird computer thing, and the Creation Trio.

Spinoff: Ophelia and the King’s Madness (wip) ~ 140,000 words

"N's heart is pure and innocent. But there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."

This is one of only three quotes uttered by Concordia in the entire game. Ophelia tells the story of Ghetsis' lesser-known children, Anthea and Concordia, and how Concordia came to the conclusion she did. It explores Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis as its leader, and the two sisters as sheltered prisoners in their own "heavenly" home.

The story centers greatly on Concordia and the secret, romantic relationship she develops with Colress, who hides a great portion of who he is while continuing to experiment with Team Plasma and Project Genesect behind her back.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Anthea, Concordia, Colress, N, Ghetsis, Project Genesect, the logistics of Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis' manipulation of Anthea & Concordia in order to "correctly raise" raise N.

LINK TO PREVIEW: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28881342/chapters/70850358

Currently Unnamed: Dead Sea Trilogy one shots collection (brainstormed)

This will be a collection of related stories and one-shots featuring the cast of characters from the Dead Sea Trilogy, similar in vibe and feeling to Stories from Exile.

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The Legend of Zelda

Exile//Vilify (complete) ~ 150,000 words

The boy was special, and he intended to find out why.

An origin story for Astor from Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity, Exile//Vilify tells the story of those that are chosen, and those who are not.

Astor has trained since childhood to become the next Royal Seer, but he is plagued with a dark secret: a prophecy that states that he will one day be expelled from the castle, sent into exile, and devote his life to Calamity Ganon.

General fiction, no extensive ship content. Featuring Astor as the royal seer, Astor having a deep, meaningful relationship with Zelda's mother, and a Fate-worshipping cult that calls themselves the Royal Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mother, King Rhoam, Master Kohga & Sooga, original Hylian characters, a deconstruction of the concept of fate & predestination, and an exploration of Astor's cult/eventual worship of Calamity Ganon.

Link to AO3

Stories from Exile ~ 50,000 words (ongoing)

In which Kohga and Sooga are really just friends.

Stories from Exile is a collection of one-shots, short stories, and other just general snippets, some much more serious than others, that are related to the world of Exile//Vilify. Majority focuses on "evil" Astor - aka, his time spent in exile - and his misadventures with the Yiga Clan, although there are a handful of stories of Royal Seer Astor in Hyrule Castle, including a few heartwarming ones with the baby Princess Zelda.

The Totally-Platonic relationship of Kohga and Sooga really takes the cake here though, and a great handful of stories also focus on Yiga-Clan shenanigans. There is a table of contents at the beginning so you are able to sort through and find what you'd like.

Updated sporadically as new ideas strike me, all canon or semi-canon to Exile//Vilify.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Master Kohga, Sooga, Astor, Lady Urbosa, Princess Zelda, the rest of the HWAOC crew. Antics.

Link to AO3

Trouble Will Find Me (wip)

"If I stay here, trouble will find me // If I stay here, I'll never leave." -The National, "Sea of Love"

Trouble Will Find Me stands as a prequel to Exile//Vilify. It is a story that focuses on Astor's mentor, Thelem, and what brought him to the Royal Order of the Seers, and to the events that take place right before his first meeting with Astor.

This is Thelem's origin story, featuring the formative years he spends on Satori Mountain, finding himself, his meeting and relationship with Azelphir, and a more in-depth look at the culture and religion of the Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Thelem, Azelphir, deeper lore of the Order of the Seers, Thelem's origin story, Thelem and Azelphir's underlying feelings for one another. Blupees, Koroks, Hyrule's other supernatural phenoma, and the Lord of the Mountain.

PREVIEW - AO3

Rewoven into the Stars (complete) ~ 8,000 words

And this new king before him, he wasn’t like the old one. He was stubborn and sweet.

Rewoven into the Stars was a gift/commission for a friend, which falls in the Stories from Exile universe. A portal opens through space-time and sends a rather strange (and kind) Ganondorf through. He and the formerly-royal seer spend the following weeks growing closer, even falling in love.

Featured Characters: Astor & Ganondorf from the Born Evil universe by @sherlocktheravencat

Link to AO3

Prophet to a Gerudo King (wip)

“Are you willing to vow your undying loyalty to me? From not just now unto death, but into all your future lives to come?"

A one-shot that muses on the pact between Astor and King Ganondorf, with Astor acting as Ganon's royal seer. Semi-canon prequel to Exile//Vilify, depending on how you look at it.

Featured Characters: Astor, pre-Calamity King Ganondorf

The Rhoam Cucking Chronicles (complete?) ~ 4,600 words

"He fucked my wife." -King Rhoam, in the games (real)

A shitpost about Astor fucking Zelda's mom, the Queen of Hyrule. Based in the world of Exile//Vilify / Stories from Exile. I (might?) add more silly portions to it someday, although it is unlikely. I can be bribed to do it, however, as I can be bribed to do many things...

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mom, King Rhoam, Astor fucking Zelda's mom (obviously)

Link to AO3

Hyrule is Doomed! (ongoing)

Hyrule may be in a lot of trouble, yes. But under Link's professional, expert, and yes, even reckless care -- it certainly will not be doomed.

Hyrule is Doomed! is a SILLY collection of one-shot stories that detail my chaotic, shirtless himbo playthrough of BOTW/TOTK. Featuring tales such as Link scaling the castle naked and with six hearts (and beating Windblight Ganon), going west instead of east off of the Great Plateau, and the ever-beloved Guardian Tipping.

Updated as ideas and the memories come to me, or when I do something stupid in BOTW/TOTK again.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Link being silly

"Link" to AO3

#my writing #fic updates #the dead sea trilogy #exile//vilify #hardenshipping #astor hwaoc #loz #fanfiction

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ULTRAVIOLET VISIONS: We Are Back Online!

May 10, 2024 - portal.rwb

Welcome back everyone to a brand new edition of ULTRAVIOLET VISIONS! It's been months since our last blog post on here and it's honestly been long overdue for some updates. Before I get into the usual music recommendations, discussions, and shoutouts, I just thought I'd give an update on everything going on with me and the label and some explanation for certain delays like with shipping and these blogs.

In August we will be hitting our 2 year anniversary since UVF's initial launch and it has been an absolute blast working on this project. Since Day 1, I've wanted to build a platform to emphasize and promote all of the amazing music I've been a fan of in this scene and giving them a place to really shine and highlight them for the hidden gems that they are. Every single release felt like such a great success in my mind, regardless of sales or numbers, but mainly just due to the fact that we were able to turn someone's digital release and give it a tangible, physical form. With music being so heavily emphasized in the digital space these days, there's a special feeling when getting to hold a physical release in your hand like a tape or a CD. Things have changed a ton since the start of this label (mostly for the better!) and it's been a hard time for me personally to balance everything going on in my busy life. I still have every bit of passion and determination inside of me to continue on with this project as when I first started 2 years ago, but I definitely feel like in the past year or so I haven't been able to live up to my ambitions and fulfill the goals I strive for. There's a lot more I could be doing to improve the whole experience on everyone's end regarding UVF and I really want to focus on just cleaning things up and trying to stay on top of new releases and updates. Currently we have a couple releases lined up for UVF that I'm excited to share, but I wouldn't feel comfortable continuing to put releases out knowing there are still delays for orders. Once all pending orders have been shipped out, I can't wait to continue on with expanding the UVF catalog and sharing more music with you all. In the meantime, please feel free to reach out to me with any concerns regarding your orders and I'd be happy to give you any info you need.

With all that being said, let's kick things off with a recap of all the latest updates regarding artists on the UVF roster!

UVF Updates

Spring Dream

On April 21st, TRUMAN! hosted the "Spring Dream" show at Complex24 in Denver, Colorado with most of the returning roster from the previous "Snow Dream" show. Truman was kind enough to invite me to play and with some planning, I was able to book a flight for the weekend and play my first ever live show!

Our trip to Denver was amazing and we had such a great time hanging out with everyone for the show! This was actually the first time I would be meeting any online mutuals so it was pretty nerve racking, but everyone was insanely kind and welcoming. Since starting our Lunar Data Garden project, Truman and I have gotten to know each other a ton and meeting in person for the first time was pretty surreal. Despite all the nerves, Truman was a great host and took us all around Denver. As soon as we landed we got some Korean BBQ and just yapped in person for the first time. The next day would be our one big day to pack as many things to do as possible before we had to really get into "show mode" come Sunday. We got these fire breakfast bagels, went to the Museum of Nature and Science, visited the Aquarium, stopped by a 4/20 music festival downtown, and ended the night at this super cozy bar with one of the best burgers I've had in forever. I swear all I was thinking of in my head after touring around Denver that day was "God a bacon cheeseburger and a beer would fucking smack right now" and when dinner came around it's like Truman read my mind immediately lol. Sunday rolled around and I met up at Truman's apartment to practice our sets when I met Sam (sigiliyph) and Aiden (Atekin) for the first time! They were super chill and we all practiced our sets for a couple hours before the show. Truman and I rode together to the show and bonded as we feasted on Wendy's Biggie Bags. When the actual show started, the energy was super sick and intimate in comparison to any other show I've been to. It's been a while since I've gone and been to any concerts or shows before so just being around people interested in similar music as me in this super underground venue was such a nice feeling. Without going into extreme detail over everyone's set, I just wanna say that everyone killed it and brought so much energy to the show that night! The whole night felt like it flew by so quickly and the thought of finally having to leave was starting to kick in. Shoutout to Luxury Noise, Big Baby Profit, Charlotte, Astrid, Aiden and Sam for sharing this night with and being super chill people to talk and hang out with! Thanks to Big Baby Profit for setting things up to get our set's recorded! You can watch both my portal.rwb set as well as the world's first Lunar Data Garden set over at the ULTRAVIOLET-FUTURE youtube channel. The Lunar Data Garden set will also be compiled into a Live Album over on the LDG Bandcamp page so be sure to support us there as well.

New scarecrow_ Album, "Our Shadow"!

Progressive Vaporwave artist scarecrow_ is back with their latest album "Our Shadow"! After the release of their ambitious double album "Flora & Fauna", scarecrow_ returns with another 10 boundary pushing tracks that further expand their already vast and intricate take of the NUWRLD style. Starting off the album, "Awake" takes us on a 7 minute expansive journey through multiple different switch ups that somehow blend coherently into each other. The track ranges from it's bright and punchy vocal stabs in the opening to it's melancholic arpeggio passages in the midpoint. I love the way that scarecrow_ can pack so many different styles and layers into one track while constantly keeping the listener on their toes, waiting to see what happens at every turn. Other standout tracks to me include "Lover" for it's tight groove chaotic energy throughout the track. "Station" is a track that takes you on a slow journey down a dramatic path of hard hitting drums and waltz-like melodies. At the halfway point, the song comes to a halt and transforms into this eerie slow building vocal chant that increases in energy as layers of drums and synths pile on top of each other beautifully. The vocal refrains on this track are very reminiscent of something you'd hear on a Giant Claw record. The penultimate track "Separate" is an instant favorite of mine for it's mind boggling production. Easily being the glitchiest track on the album with chops that will leave your ears begging for more, "Separate" is what I can only describe as a stroke of pure genius and masterclass in song structure and creativity. One of my favorite tracks I've heard all year for sure. "Just For Now" ends the album off on such a bittersweet note, wrapping the album up beautifully with a bow on top before crashing into it's destructive and explosive end in the later half of the track. Overall, scarecrow_ proves themselves once again as being one of the most forward thinking artists to come out of the Vaporwave genre in recent years and continues to expand the sound of their already vastly diverse catalog. As always I HIGHLY recommend this album as well as any of scarecrow_'s previous works. If you go into this extensive catalog of music with an open mind, I promise you'll come out the other end with your mind blown. As the title suggests, when I first discovered scarecrow_'s music 2 years ago I was truly "Never The Same" ;) . As previously mentioned, scarecrow_ also released their last album "Flora & Fauna" on ULTRAVIOLET-FUTURE! The album is available on CD and Minidisc if you would like to support both scarecrow_ and I in the process. Personally, this was one of my favorite albums of last year and I was super proud of how the whole CD and Minidisc design came out.

"Heaven's Medallion", a New Album under the Two Circles side alias, out://of//bounds

After the release of their all encompassing record "Inbetween Everything" back in December 2023, Two Circles is back with a brand new album under their more ambient/slushwave side alias out://of//bounds! "Heaven's Medallion" delivers us a heartwarming and enchanting collection of 6 songs that take your mind through a journey that can only be brought by Two Circle's signature charm. The first track "Amulet (魔法)" warps us into an empty plane as a heavenly landscape begins to slowly expand before you. The track slowly envelops every nook and cranny in your brain with its lush pads until suddenly you are stuck with a yearning melody as you stare into heaven itself. "Sailing the Cloud Sea // City Limits" is s slow 2 part endeavor as you traverse through this 10 minute trek. "Sailing The Cloud Sea" is a relaxing boat ride as you stare into a sea of clouds before you and lose yourself in the bright pink skies. Reaching the second half, the clouds begin to clear as we enter "City Limits" and view the city thats ahead of us. Beautiful ocarina melodies flood our ears as we arrive at our destination and dock for now. In "世界の木" , we are confronted with the almighty "World Tree" as we seek for answers from within through the means of connecting with the environment around us. A melancholic resting point to gather our thoughts before continuing on the rest of our adventure. Dawn approaches as "Eventide Nightfall // Moon In Front" brings us into a dreamy, spiraling lullaby where we can slowly melt away as layers of synths cascade onto the night sky. "The Balance of Many" leaves us to gather our things as our journey comes to an end. Pillowy synths build up as we connect one last time with the heavenly atmosphere that's been painted before our eyes. After travelling through clouds and dreams, "Heaven's Medallion" is there in the end, waiting for us to reach out and grab from the skies. As always, this new out://of//bounds adventure doesn't disappoint and will leave you filled with emotion and a sense of what I can only describe as 'home". With every new installment, I'm consintantly blown away by how effortlessly Two Circles is able to build entire worlds in front of you and paint sonic masterpieces for you to pick apart and add to your library of emotions. In case you missed it, Two Circles released their magnum opus "Inbetween Everything" on ULTRAVIOLET-FUTURE late last year! Minidiscs have sadly sold out but the album is still available on CD if you'd like to pick up a copy and support both Two Circles and I. The album is also accompanied by a spectacular visualizer that's available to watch on the UVF youtube channel as well as Two Circle's youtube channel. I can tell they put their entire heart and soul into the visuals they created so I highly recommend you all check it out whenever you get the chance.

UV Spotlight

Moving on from all the happenings with our UVF artists, I wanted to share a couple albums that I've been a fan of and have had in my rotation recently!

"Accela" by Lila Tirando a Violeta

I discovered this album while randomly digging through Bandcamp a few months ago and have been pleasantly surprised with how heavy yet beautiful this album sounds. "Accela" is a mind-melting amalgamation of heavy distorted electronic music with brilliantly crafted sound design experiments sprinkled throughout. The album is entrancing yet abrasive leaving you stranded in this desolate landscape filled with prickly electronics and hellish growls. Definitely might be a more challenging listen and not for everyone but has definitely peaked my interest since first discovering it. The album is also available on cassette through their Bandcamp page if you'd like to support Lila Tirando a Violeta either physically or digitally!

"No More Tears" by Venus Death Trap

Venus Death Trap seems to be an artist that popped up out of nowhere but has made quite a splash with this latest record to come out on Business Casual. "No More Tears" is a brand new hour long record with 17 tracks ranging from bright, upbeat tracks like “You Know I Love You, Right?”, to more NUWRLD styled tracks like “Love Me” that are very reminiscent of albums like “I’ll Try Living Like This”. I’m always happy to hear any new albums in the scene that take heavy inspiration from acts like death’s dynamic shroud so this will be right up your alley if you’re looking for more music in that style.

"👁点击と👁" by 👁️‍🗨️📲

Legendary Vaporwave duo 👁️‍🗨️📲 delivered with a monumental new album, “I Click With My Eye”. Honestly, I couldn't give all my thoughts here and could probably do an entire video on this album, but in short, this feels like the ultimate culmination of Vaporwave as a genre up to this point in time. A time capsule of sound that has just taken the past 10 years of Internet culture and jam packing it into a 50 minute experience. The Visual Album that accompanies this album is a must watch imo and truly elevates the entire album to a whole new level. 👁️‍🗨️📲 has truly cracked the Vaporwave code and concocted a generational album. The album was released on Kats kill Records along with a beautiful vinyl release that currently has a couple copies left on overstock so grab one while you can!

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"The Wrong Side Of The Soul" by アバドン

アバドン (aka Abaddon) released their latest record "The Wrong Side Of The Soul" towards the end of last year, and ended up on my AOTY list. The album is filled to the brim with Abaddon’s usual fusion of heavy electronic instrumentals and glitchy vapor fueled vocal sampling. Abaddon has slowly and slowly perfected their style and you can see them finally reach a point with this album where they are able to show off their creative ideas to the fullest. The album was also accompanied by a gorgeous cassette release under Cityman Productions so be sure to snag a copy for yourself!

"ミラーリング TOWER" by NUWRLD Clubhouse

Every year, the NUWRLD Clubhouse discord server comes together to form a yearly compilation made by various artists in the mixtape club. This year we decided on finally making a remix compilation of DDS remixes titled "ミラーリング TOWER"! The compilation features 36 remixes of various songs from the vast DDS catalog. This has been a big passion project for members of the mixtape club and we are super happy to finally have it put together and released! Unfortunately, the compilation is only available to mixtape club members at the moment, but many of the artists have released their remixes on their various platforms to check out. Nevertheless, the DDS mixtape club is one of the best things this scene has to offer and would be a great excuse to check out over 3 years worth of NUWRLD monthly mixtapes! Also big shoutout to Two Circles for coming up with the cover art for the comp since they did such an amazing job I seriously can’t get enought of it!

Finally, I just want to give a huge thank you to everyone out there that checks out and reads these blogs! Writing these blogs up has taken up a lot more of my time than I had expected which is why I haven’t gotten one out in a while, but I figured we were long overdue for a new post. As always, it would be greatly appreciated if you share the blog with your friends or anyone who might be interested and be sure to join our Discord as well as follow us on our social medias to keep yourself updated with all of our releases. Hope you all have a great Friday or whenever you end up reading this and I’ll catch you on the next blog post 💜

-portal.rwb from UVF

#Bandcamp #Youtube #music blog #vaporwave #electronic music #electronica #indie music #art #digital art

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