#nordic dining room

[ruralcity]

Minneapolis Kitchen Dining Mid-sized Scandinavian kitchen/dining room combination plan with white walls, a stone fireplace, a conventional fireplace, and light wood floors.

[nordicchristmas]

Merry Christmas 🎄

[skandinord]

Modern. Minimalist. Home.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Now That I Saw You

Characters/Pairings: lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant reader Word Count: 4k Summary: Finally home from the work trip to Norway where things changed with your boss, you are uncertain about what the future means exactly, but eager to see him again. Sequel to What You Want.

Content Warnings: modern AU, slight power dynamic, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, body reverence/worship, use of "plum" as a term of endearment, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: My August entry for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo using the BODY WORSHIP prompt and week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer hitting up that SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE prompt.

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Normal breathing, you thought to yourself as the driver pulled up the drive of the massive estate of Alexander Pierce, one of the senior partners of the law firm where you worked. This was your first time attending the firm’s New Year’s Eve party since you’d only begun working for Bucky in the early spring, and although you were only Bucky’s assistant, you had heard enough directly and indirectly to know that making an appearance here mattered. Bucky had insisted that you didn’t need to feel obligated to come – especially since he’d kept you away from your family over Christmas when the weather had made it impossible to fly home from the business trip to Norway. He had even insisted on paying for flights for you to go straight home instead of making the long drive to your hometown.

What he didn’t know was that you had called and changed your return flight from January 2 to December 31.

Bucky was close to making partner, and you wanted to show that you were one of the small but dedicated team he had in his office that took their work supporting Bucky seriously.

And while being home for some delayed holiday time with your family had been nice, the longer you were there, the more you were itching to get back to New York and figure out what life was going to look like with your boss post-Norway.

Five days of normal business followed by the three “stranded” days of Nordic adventures, shopping, sightseeing, dining, spoiling, and so much sex. So much sex.

With Bucky.

Your boss.

A valet stepped up to open your door as the Uber driver stopped in the circular receiving area of the driveway at the front of the mansion. As you stepped out and began walking up the steps, you were glad you went with the modest heels rather than the strappy high heels your best friend had tried to coax you to pick when you FaceTimed her while getting ready. Since you were nervous about enough other things, you didn’t need to worry about your shoes tonight.

Things like the bolder shade of lipstick you’d put on, or the sexiest dress you’d ever worn, or simply the fact that you didn’t know where everything that happened in Norway left you with Bucky Barnes.

Minor things to trifle over, really.

You gave your name to an attendant at the front. They scanned the list, smiled, welcomed you to the festivities, and gestured toward the staff taking care of a coat check just inside, off to the right of the grand foyer.

You gave your name to an attendant at the front. They scanned the list, smiled, welcomed you to the festivities, and gestured toward the staff taking care of a coat check just inside, off to the right of the grand foyer.

As you approached the coat check, you couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding you. The foyer was a masterpiece of marble and gold, with a grand staircase sweeping upwards and crystal chandeliers twinkling overhead. You were enveloped by a pleasantly thick scent of gardenias and champagne, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and tinkling laughter from the rooms beyond.

You slipped off your coat, revealing the dress you'd agonized over for hours. It was a deep emerald green, hugging your curves before falling in a silky waterfall to your ankles. The neckline dipped low, and the back was even lower, leaving you feeling both sophisticated and slightly exposed.

The attendant handed you a small golden ticket in exchange for your coat, and you tucked it carefully into your clutch. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead. The butterflies in your stomach were performing an intricate ballet, a mix of excitement and nerves that left you feeling slightly lightheaded.

As you turned to face the grand ballroom, you were immediately enveloped by the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle tinkling of champagne glasses. The room was a vision of elegance, with towering floral arrangements adorning every table and shimmering gold accents catching the light. The air was filled with the gentle hum of conversation and laughter, the tinkling of champagne flutes, and the soft strains of a live orchestra.

You took a tentative step forward, your eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. The sea of designer gowns and tailored suits was intimidating, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision to attend. Just as you were considering a hasty retreat, a warm, familiar voice called your name.

"Hey there, stranger! I was hoping you'd make it tonight."

You turned to see Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend and fellow lawyer at the firm. He approached, moving with a swift grace as he always did, his broad shoulders filling out an impeccably tailored navy suit, a glass of champagne in each hand. He’d be intimidating if you hadn’t forged a wonderfully warm friendship over the past months working in the office. You admired how much he wanted to take care of those around him, unafraid to speak up whenever needed, and equally ready to make someone smile.

Even now, the tension in your shoulders eased at the sight of him and his bright smile.

“Bucky will be happy to see you!”

You ducked your head a moment, taking a sip of the champagne he offered. “He will?”

“I don’t think he could tie his shoes anymore without you,” Steve exaggerated, but the compliment warmed your insides anyway.

Steve offered you his arm and then led you further into the party.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the event. Everywhere you looked, your eyes drank in more exquisite details infusing the atmosphere. You passed by a magnificent ice sculpture of the firm's logo, its edges glinting in the candlelight. You passed by tables laden with delicacies from around the world - tiny caviar-topped blinis, glistening oysters nestled in beds of ice, and delicate pastries that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Waiters in crisp white jackets glided effortlessly through the crowd, their trays balanced with flutes of golden champagne and jewel-toned cocktails.

You couldn't help but feel a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. Each new sight was more wondrous than the last. To your left, a living statue covered in shimmering gold paint posed gracefully atop a pedestal, her movements so subtle you had to blink to be sure she was real. To your right, an aerialist in a glittering silver bodysuit performed breathtaking feats on silks suspended from the vaulted ceiling, twirling and spinning in mesmerizing patterns.

Near them, a group of women in shimmering gowns laughed melodiously, their jewelry catching the light with every gesture. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking. You noticed Alexander Pierce himself holding court near a grand fireplace, his silver hair gleaming as he regaled a captive audience with what was surely a riveting anecdote.

As you and Steve wove through the crowd, your eyes continued to roam, searching for one face in particular. The anticipation built with each passing moment, your heart quickening its pace. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, your gaze was pulled across the room to finally land on Bucky Barnes, looking devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His dark hair was newly trimmed since you last saw him, sleek in a way that made your fingers itch to rake through it and over his scalp. He was engaged in conversation with a small group, his head thrown back in laughter at something someone had said.

Suddenly, Bucky's attention shifted to you, his eyes locking onto yours across the bustling room. The laughter died on his lips, replaced with a bit of wonder and an impossibly charming grin. Immediately heat was pooling in your stomach, nerves somewhat calmed, but a different itch pitching inside you.

The world seemed to slow down as Bucky excused himself from his group and began making his way towards you. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him approach, his eyes never leaving yours. The crowded room seemed to part for him, or perhaps it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

As he drew closer, you could see the slight widening of his eyes as he took in your appearance. His gaze traveled slowly from your face down to your toes and back up again, lingering on the curves accentuated by your dress. When his eyes met yours again, they were dark with an intensity that made your skin tingle and memories of your time in Norway together flash vividly through your mind.

"You're here," Bucky said softly as he reached you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I thought you were still with your family."

You smiled, trying to keep your voice steady. "I wanted to surprise you. I hope that's okay?"

"More than okay," he murmured, his eyes still roaming over you appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself," you replied, taking in his impeccably tailored tuxedo.

Steve cleared his throat beside you, reminding you both of his presence. "I'll leave you two to catch up," he said with a knowing smile, giving Bucky a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Suddenly alone with Bucky, you felt the air between you crackle with tension. The noise of the party faded into the background as you stood there, lost in each other's gaze.

"Can I get you a drink?" Bucky asked, gesturing towards the bar.

You lifted your half-empty champagne flute. "I could use a refill," you said with a smile.

Bucky's hand found the small of your back as he guided you towards the bar, the possessive heat of his touch sending flames radiating across your skin. You were acutely aware of every point of contact between you, rejoicing and regretting over choosing the dangerously low and exposed back that allowed him skin to skin access in this moment.

As you waited for your drinks, Bucky leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "I can't believe you're here," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Since Norway, you’ve been on my mind constantly.

Your heart raced at his words, memories of passionate nights, morning, afternoons, and so many stolen kisses streaming through your mind. "I couldn't stay away," you admitted softly. "I needed to see you."

Bucky's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze dropping to your lips. For a moment, you thought Bucky might kiss you right there, in full view of everyone. But he seemed to catch himself, remembering where you were. Instead, he reached past you to collect your drinks from the bartender - a flute of golden champagne for you and a tumbler of amber whiskey for himself.

"Come with me," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with promise. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he led you away from the crowded ballroom.

Your heart raced as you followed him down a dimly lit corridor, the sounds of the party fading behind you. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. His fingers tightened around yours as he glanced back, a roguish glint in his eyes.

At the end of the hall, he paused before an ornate wooden door. With a quick look around, he turned the handle and drew you inside. You found yourself in a luxurious study, shelves of leather-bound books lining the walls and a grand desk dominating the center of the room.

Bucky took your glass and his and set them on the desk. Then his strong arms encircled your waist and drew you to him. "We shouldn't be in here," you whispered, even as excitement coursed through your veins.

"Shh," he replied, pulling you closer. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that made your knees weak. You melted against him, hands roaming over the broad planes of his shoulders.

As Bucky's lips moved against yours, all thoughts of propriety and caution melted away. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers curling into the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as you pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, pent-up longing and desire pouring out between you.

Bucky's hands roamed your back, tracing the exposed skin left bare by your daring dress. And the way he touched you? Reverently worshipping the curves and plump flesh you were usually so insecure about? This was why you dared to show more than you typically did. He made you believe you were gorgeous. His touch ignited sparks along your spine, each caress stoking the fire building within you. You gasped as he nipped at your lower lip, using the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth.

The taste of whiskey on his lips mingled with the lingering champagne on yours, creating an intoxicating blend that left you dizzy with want. You pressed yourself closer, desperate to eliminate any space between your bodies. He slipped a finger beneath the strap on your shoulder and pushed it down, tugging until he freed one of your breasts. He hummed as he began to palm it with his large hand, and you arched into his touch.

Suddenly, Bucky broke the kiss, and spun you around. You gasped and brought both hands out to steady yourself on the edge of the desk.

Bucky's lips traced a burning path down the curve of your neck, pausing to nip gently at the sensitive spot where it met your shoulder. You shivered as his warm breath ghosted across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. His kisses continued their southward journey, open-mouthed heat following the elegant line of your spine.

Each press of his lips felt like a spark igniting your nerve endings. The cool air of the study contrasted sharply with the heat of his mouth, creating a delicious tension that had you trembling. As he moved lower, his hands skimmed down your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips with reverent appreciation.

As Bucky sank to his knees behind you, his hands slid down to your hips, his breath now teasing the small of your back. The anticipation built, your heart racing as you felt him gather the silky fabric of your dress in his hands, lifting it inch by tantalizing inch. The whisper of the material against your skin was electric, heightening every sensation. When he reached your hips, he paused, his fingers tracing the lace edge of your panties.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Slowly, reverently, he began to peel your panties down. The delicate lace clung to your curves before giving way, sliding down your thighs.

You shivered as the cool air hit your exposed skin, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you. Bucky's hands caressed your thighs, urging them apart, his touch both soothing and electrifying. You could feel his hot breath against your most intimate areas, causing a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you.

"God, I've missed you," Bucky groaned, his voice husky with desire. "Missed tasting you."

Without further preamble, he leaned in and ran his tongue along your slit, eliciting a gasp from you. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter as he began to explore you with his mouth, his skilled tongue alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the party continuing just down the hall. One of his hands snaked around to caress your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations had you panting, struggling to keep quiet as waves of pleasure washed over you. The thought of being caught only added to the intensity of sensations swirling through your body.

Bucky's tongue worked magic between your thighs, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your most sensitive spots. Your legs trembled as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm you. You bit down on your lip, desperately trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

"Let me hear you, plum," Bucky murmured against your heated flesh. "I want to know how good I'm making you feel."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you allowed a soft whimper to escape.

Encouraged, Bucky redoubled his efforts, his tongue circling your clit with increasing pressure. One of his hands slid up your inner thigh, and you gasped as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

The dual sensations of his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling inside you had you seeing stars. Your hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his face as you chased your release. The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

Just as you were about to tumble over the precipice, the sound of approaching voices in the hallway made you freeze. Panic mingled with arousal as you realized how exposed you were, bent over the desk of what had to be Alexander Pierce’s private study.

But Bucky was undeterred, and you bit your lip to stifle your moans, acutely aware that you were in a semi-public space. The thought of getting caught only added to the thrill, your arousal only surging more, lapped up by his wicked tongue. He worshipped at the altar of your sex with so much devotion, you weren’t quite ready to think about the implications of yet.

Bucky's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The voices in the hallway grew closer, and your heart pounded with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

"Bucky," you whispered urgently, your voice trembling. "Someone's coming."

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "Then you better come first," he murmured, his voice muffled but determined.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, and you could make out snippets of conversation about quarterly reports and market projections. Your heart raced, torn between the need for release and the fear of discovery.

Bucky, however, seemed to relish the added excitement. His ministrations became more intense, his tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive bud while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. The combination of pleasure and danger pushed you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Bucky whispered against your heated flesh, his breath sending shivers through your body. "Let go, plum. I've got you."

His words were your undoing. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped, and you came with a silent scream, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. Bucky's mouth and fingers worked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. Bucky's touch gentled, his fingers slipping out of you as he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs. The voices in the hallway faded, moving past the study door without pause.

With shaky hands, you pushed yourself up from the desk, your breath still coming in quick passes. Bucky helped drop the fabric of your dress back down to the floor and rose to his feet behind you. He turned you back around to face him and brought you back into his arms. You could feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against you, but he seemed unconcerned over seeking his own relief.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing your forehead. "So beautiful when you come undone for me."

He dipped down and pressed a kiss to the swell of your still exposed breast before then bringing your dress back up and over your shoulder, setting it completely right again.

Your hands slid up to loop around his neck. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen from his ministrations.

"That was…" you trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

But before either of you could be tempted into anything else, the voices in the hall returned.

"I'm telling you, Alexander, the Ultron account is a goldmine waiting to happen," a booming voice declared footsteps drew closer.

Bucky quickly reached for the drinks on the desk, pressing your champagne flute into your fingers. The he dipped to the floor, snatched up your panties, and pocketed them. You bit your lip, and he smirked at you.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Wilson, but I'm not convinced the risk is worth the potential reward," came Alexander Pierce's measured reply as the door opened.

"Barnes! There you are," Alexander Pierce's voice boomed as he entered the study, followed by two other senior partners. "We've been looking for you."

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure everyone could hear it.

Bucky turned, his body language relaxed and confident despite almost being caught in a compromising position.

"Mr. Pierce," Bucky greeted smoothly, his voice betraying none of the tension you felt. "I was just showing my assistant the impressive library you have here. We both share a passion for rare first editions."

You nodded. "It's truly remarkable," you managed, proud of how steady your voice sounded.

Pierce's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and Bucky, but his expression remained neutral. "Indeed it is," he said, moving towards one of the bookshelves. His hand swept over one of the shelves. "I'm particularly fond of this Hemingway collection. However, I’m afraid I can’t entertain you with its history and how I had to hunt them down presently. I’m actually glad we found you, Barnes. We have some urgent matters to discuss regarding the Stark Industries merger. I’d like to bring you in on it, if you’re game."

"Of course, sir,” Bucky nodded, his professional mask slipping for only the briefest of moments, but you saw the excitement there for the opportunity presented.

"Excellent," Pierce said, clapping his hands together. "Gentlemen, have a seat." He turned to you, his smile polite but dismissive. "Thank you for your interest in the collection, and, please, enjoy the rest of the party."

You nodded, understanding the clear directive. "Of course, Mr. Pierce. Thank you for your hospitality."

As you moved to leave, Bucky caught your eye. His gaze was intense, filled with unspoken promises. "I'll find you," he mouthed silently, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you slipped out of the study, leaving Bucky to his impromptu meeting. Your mind was reeling from the events of the last few minutes - the passionate encounter with Bucky, the near-miss of being caught. Mostly, though, you were happy you had come after all and were eager to spend the rest of the evening with Bucky. At a party like this where business and pleasure stood side by side, you knew the host couldn’t be gone in his study for long, and then Bucky would return to your side, and you’d be able to ring in the New Year just right.

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[vintagehomecollection]

Jacobson does not care for the Nordic severity so unsuited to the low, pearl-gray skies of this Hanseatic city. The atmosphere beneath the ornate stucco ceiling is warm, with little of the ostentation of its original period. The parlor opens hospitably into both the dining room and the more formal living room. Light sources are at seat-or-table-level.

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[rheya28]

Sol School of Fashion ♥ The Sims 4: Build // CC

Sol School of Fashion "SOF" is a well known fashion studio/school located in Del Sol Valley. SOF is a space that encourages boldness, creativity, and innovation. Sims can have access to a café, photo studios, a classroom, a meeting room, a lounge, as well as a customizable runway with a backstage dressing room that consist of all the fashion necessities needed to produce a professional fashion show event.

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Rheya's Notes:

♥ Hi guys, today I present to you SOL School of Fashion "SOF". This build/project is extremely special as I collaborated with the lovely and talented @farfallasims who kindly curated all the looks for the 2023 SOF Fashion Show Event Looks Curated by: @farfallasims [ Look Book Link ] 25:23

➽ Important Notes:

● Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ● Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ● Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ● Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ● Thank you to all CC Creators ● Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: Sol School of Fashion Lot type: Generic lot type or Cafe Lot size: 40x30 Location: Starlight Boulevard, Del Sol Valley

➽ Mods:

TOOL MOD by TwistedMexi

♥ CC LIST:

Awingedllama : Boho Living, nostalgia living

Greenllama: The woodwind collection

Novvas: Holz Kitchen

Qicc: Sleep Hallway, Urban Bedroom

S-imagination: Nota

Sooky: Abstract framed posters -wooden frame

Sooky: Bon ton n1 ceiling lamp - Tall

Syboubou: Daguerre Reica Camera, Ballet mirror , fency

The Clutter Cat: Dandy Diary, Mellow moods

Aira : Artist in me

Anye: Zara Bathroom

ATS4: pot 4, pot 13, plant 16 Crafting room: dressform blouse, dressform male, dressform suit, folded fabrics, jar, paperstack, patterns, sewing machine

Harrie: Bafroom, brownstone, kichen

House of Harlix: Baysic, harluxe, brutalist, coastal, kwatei, octave, shop the look 2, spoons, Jardane, Livin Rum, Orjanic, tiny twavellers

Felix Andre: Berlin, Chateau, fayun, colonial, grove, kyoto, paris, shop the look

Brainstrip: my corner cc pack desk only

Charlypancakes: Munch, the lighthouse collection, miscellanea, modish, smol

Leori: Hipster loft

Illogical Sims: Home office

Kaiso: rustico living

Kate Emerald: Blissful baby Ottoman

Kiwisims4: Blockhouse hallway, Blockhouse Dining

Leaf Motif: Devon kitchen

Little Dica: Country side Cabin, Rise & Grind, sleek slumber

Madame Ria: Back to basics paint wall, Limber lumber

Madlen: Hiru misc set

Rusticsims: Mayaken, Modular life

Myls: Simple Clothes rack nordic

Mxims: LG

Myshunosun: Sol kitchen, Arrie Office, Gale dining, Lottie, Macaron kitchen, herbalist kitchen, tranquil bedroom

Peacemaker: Alesund, Hudson, Kitayama, Terra tiles horizontal/vertical, Vera Office

Pierisim: Coldbrew, David Apartment, Domain Du clos, MCM, Oak house, Tilable, unfold, Winter Garden

max20/maxsus: Poolside lounge pack

Sforzinda: Func EP02 Espressogrindomatic, espressoimpresso, cabin slats

sims4luxury: Mcgee&co Callhan rug

Sixam: Artz Living room, small spaces work from home, hotel bedroom, kessler kitchen, stylist wood livingroom, teen room

TaurusDesign: Eliza Bedroom, Elsa kids room

mycupofcc: Modernist

Tuds: 2ndWave, beam, cave, cross, wave

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Black and White Apartment CC List:

CC used (list below) 920 Medina Studios in San Myshuno 1 bed, 1 bath $126,414

Brazenlotus - https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

Laundry Made Essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

The Lighthouse Collection merged

Chalk part 2

Miscellanea merged

Modish merged

Selection one merged

Soak merged

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

Fayun

London interior

Shop the Look Season 1

Greenllamas – https://www.patreon.com/greenllamas

KERV

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

Bafroom Merged

Baysic Bafroom Merged

Baysic Merged

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kitchen

Tiny twavellers merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

Brownstone collection merged

Octave merged

Shop the look

Spoons part 3

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

Blockhouse

KKB – https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15789815

Citrus Room

Karlstad

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

2202 Magnolia Bathroom

Calliope bathroom

Eloise living

Stellan dining

Littlecakes – https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

Poor Bunny

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

Greasy Goods merged

Sleek slumber merged

Deligracy cottage living update merged

Deligracy delicato stuff pack

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Goth backpack

Goth book

Lorens carpet

Ayumi

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

Upcycle sculpture

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

Master bedroom pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Aphrodite set chill pills box

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Nordic clothing rack

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

Maple Manor The Modernist Collection LivingRm

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

Nora living

Daria bedroom

Dawn abstract

Herbalist kitchen

Simmify part 2

Sol kitchen

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Atwood Living merged

Futura merged

Hamptons retreat merged

Hinterlands bedroom

Hudson bathroom

Kitayama living

Ophelia bedroom suite

Phumo sectional

Vara office

Bowed

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

Precious Promises

MCM

Oak House

The Office mini kit

Auntie Vera bathroom

Domaine Du Clos

Winter Garden

QICC – https://www.patreon.com/qicc

Evergreen balcony set

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

Loloi contemporary rugs 2

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

Oak & concrete kit merged

Artz

Forjasline

Home office

Hotel bedroom

Luxbath

Teen room

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

Bonbon

Galileo

Julie

TaurusDesign – https://www.patreon.com/taurusdesign

Cassandra Bathroom

Eliza walk in closet

Lilith Chilling Areas

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

Busy bee 2

Busy bee

JapanJuice

MellowMoods

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

2nd Wave Merged

Beam Parte2 v01 merged

Beam kitchen merged

Cross merged

Ema dining room merged

Ind merged

Turn living merged

Wave merged

Awingedllama – https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Blooming Rooms Plants Merged

[mlplaysthesims]

Art Student Apartment Renovation (Pinecrest 402)

Speed build: https://youtu.be/eSDiOMw9jWs

Download: https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/rooms-lots/art-student-renovation-pinecrest-402

This cozy art student apartment located at #pinecrest402 is the perfect home for a Sim looking for a fashionable but small 1-bedroom, 1-bathroom home to perfect their art skill. Includes a small kitchen and a laundry unit off the living room as well as a spacious bathroom filled with plants.

• 1 bedroom • 1 bathroom • §45,074

• Pinecrest 402 in Evergreen Harbor

EPs: Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Cats & Dogs, City Living

GPs: Dream Home Decorator

SPs: Paranormal Stuff

Kits: Blooming Rooms

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[weirdestbooks]

A Dead Man's Flag (Wattpad | Ao3)

Bolded words are Swedish (unless it’s a Finnish word; I didn’t want the formatting to look weird). A little gift for @lost-islands

Delaware wasn’t expecting a package from Tornedalians. While his great uncle and him talked, it was often through letters, and it wasn’t super personal. He was a distant family member Delaware had been estranged from for hundreds of years after all. Letters were one thing. Packages were another.

Delaware shifted his coffee into his other hand, reaching down to scoop the package off the porch. It was light, the kind of package that clothes typically come in. Delaware walked inside, setting the package on his dining room table and stopping to pat Reed on the head.

Delaware then sat down at his table, taking great care in opening the package. Normally, he ripped them open with wild abandon, but Tornedalians wouldn’t have sent him something for no reason, so Delaware took great care in opening the package, worried he might break something important.

Once the package was open, Delaware pulled out its contents, including a letter and a flag he hadn’t seen before. The flag was in a similar design to a Nordic Cross, with the center of the cross itself being defaced by a black rhombus that the stripes of the cross went around. It was a lovely flag, but it did nothing to alleviate Delaware’s confusion.

“What? Did he get a new flag?” Delaware questioned, staring at it in confusion. Why would Tornedalians have sent him a flag? Sighing, he stood up to go for his letter opener, hoping the letter itself would have some answers. As he did so, Reed attempted to jump up on him, ever the attention hog. Delaware laughed.

“Hey, boy, I love you too, but I have to find the letter opener. Uncle Tornedalians has sent me a package,” Delaware said, walking over to his cabinet of nicknacks, pulling open a drawer, and searching through it. After pushing past old medals and so, so many spare buttons, Delaware found it, closing the drawer with a bump of his hip.

Delaware walked back to the table, opening the letter with the quick precision of someone who had been doing it for hundreds of years. He was eager to see what the letter had to say. He pulled out a letter, his mouth quirking into a slight grin at the neat and familiar handwriting.

Hyvä Ilta Pekka, 

I know it must come as a surprise to see a package from me. But I needed to send it to you. You might be an American now and feel disconnected from your heritage over here (aside from your insistence on calling Ruotsi your cousin), but you are also the only child of Otso, and you deserve to have this. 

This is the newly created flag of Metsäsuomalaiset.

Delaware gasped, dropping the letter in shock as he looked back at the flag. That was…that was his isä’s flag—a flag created for his long-dead father. Delaware picked up the flag again, carefully, as if it was made of the finest silk. Tears were beginning to trace their way down his face as he imagined the blurry mental image he had of his father with the new flag. 

Then Delaware pulled the flag close to his chest, hugging it as more tears came down. 

People still remembered his Isä. They remembered and cared enough to make him a flag of his very own, a flag he would never get to see or wear.

“Isä, would you have loved this flag?” Delaware asked in his isä’s language, placing it back down and wiping the tears from his face as he went to read the rest of his uncle’s letter.

It surprised me to hear they were making a flag for Otso. The stubborn man never had one of his own. I’m unsure what he would have thought of it, but Muuna believes he would have liked it. 

You should also know the meaning behind the flag. The green represents the forest's importance to slash-and-burn culture. The red represents fire and the Rowan tree, just like the one Otso had on his face until the day he died. I wonder if that’s part of why they added it on there. The yellow represents the rye from slash-and-burn farming, and the black represents the soot of it. The color scheme is also meant to match the flags of the regions of Savonia and Tavastia, where Otso and his people were from.

Delaware smiled, looking back at the flag, a new appreciation growing in his chest. They didn’t just half-ass a flag for his Isä. They put effort into giving it meaning, and now Delaware was crying again.

It was just so sweet, and it reminded him…it reminded him…

“Isä! You promised!” New Sweden pleaded. Isä’s mouth quirked into a small little smile.

“Did I?” he asked, sounding slightly amused.

“Isä!” New Sweden exclaimed, causing his isä to laugh.

“Okay, okay. I know, Karl.” Isä said, sitting down at the chair by the fire as New Sweden went to sit at his feet. New Sweden opened his mouth, but then…but then…

Delaware snapped out of the memory, realizing that he had managed to drop to the floor, Reed licking the tears off his face.

“Reed, off,” Delaware said, looking back down at the letter still gripped in his hand. He didn’t remember that before. It had been a long time since something triggered a new memory of him and his isä. Since he had gotten any of his memories back.

It was nice to have another hole in his life’s story be filled, small as it might be. Fragmented memories were better than no memories. Enough fragments helped him track down his uncle, and helped him know his isä better, and helped him give Sverige some insight on their father. 

Delaware was happy with fragments.

Looking back down at the letter, Delaware read the last paragraph, smiling.

It’s nice to see people care about Otso so much. They flew the flag at the Oslo City Hall recently as well. Otso never thought he would be more than a footnote in anyone’s history book. It’s nice to see that he was wrong, that more than just us care about his existence and passing. 

I hope this provides some comfort to you.

Sincerely,

Arttu

Delaware then stood up, placed the letter back on the table, and grabbed his isä’s flag. He walked outside to the flagpole he had hand hanging off his porch. Right now, it had his flag on it, but Delaware quickly took down his flag, throwing it over the porch railing before hanging up his father’s flag. 

Looking up at the flag hanging there, Delaware felt an overwhelming swarm of emotion. Laughing wetly, he wiped his eyes. Maybe no one else would ever know the flag's meaning or even recognize it, but that was okay with him.

Delaware still got to have a tangible peace of his isä, proof that he really did exist.

No flag could have a more important purpose.

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

Mod I Wish Existed

Play as Miraak Alternate Start.

Still able to freely choose race and gender - if we’re going AU then Lady Miraak or Khajiit Miraak can work, why not.  You can call yourself what you like - keeping the name the Dov gave you or leaving it behind.

Starting point is in the Temple of Miraak with your cultists around you.  You’ve got Destruction and Speech set to 100, Alteration and Restoration set to 75, One-Handed and Heavy Armour set to 50, Conjuration 40, all other skills race-based.  You are level 40... and so is everything else, hem hem.  Tutorial message advises you to view the level up screen immediately so you can assign attributes and perks as you see fit.

Starting spells: all novice and apprentice vanilla Destruction spells, Greater Ward, Steadfast Ward, Fast Healing, Healing Hands, Healing, Cure Wounds, Thunderbolt, Wall of Storms, Lightning Cloak, Ebonyflesh, Ironflesh, Stoneflesh, Conjure Seeker, Conjure Lurker.

Starting Shouts: Bend Will, Dragon Aspect, Unrelenting Force, Become Ethereal, Fire Breath, Frost Breath, Whirlwind Sprint, Disarm, Dismay.  All fully unlocked.  You have 10 dragon souls.  You still need to learn everything else.  Your Shout cooldown is half what a standard PC would be.

Shrines present in your temple that give the benefits of the end of Waking Dreams and Epistolary Acumen if you activate them.  If you have Pilgrim or Wintersun there’ll be a Mora shrine too.

Starting inventory: just the robes, mask, staff and sword.

The Dragonborn main quest simply never fires up, but you can do any other Solstheim quest.  If you go to the Skaal Village, first thing you see is Deor and Fanari arguing.  Tel Mithryn largely unchanged.  Raven Rock ditto.  No one is working at the All-Maker Stones, and they’re all yours.  You need to visit each Stone to activate its power though.  The locations are on your starting map but not open for fast travel.

Inside the temple, it’s actually tricked out as a player home - you have a master bedroom with weapons racks, mannequins, shelves and storage chests.  The kitchen and dining room has food and drink to help yourself to plus a cultist with food and drink for sale plus rumour dialogue.  There is an alchemy room with several alchemy labs, free potions and ingredients to help yourself to, and an alchemist with the ability to train you in the arts and who sells ingredients and potions.  The enchanting room has standard and staff enchanters, a selection of heart stone and soul gems, plus a cultist who can train you in Enchanting and has soul gems and mage gear for sale.  The smithy has all smithing stations, a wood-chopping station with a woodcutter’s axe next to it, a chest with various ingots and pelts in it plus some free lockpicks, and an ancient nordic pickaxe available.  There’s also a cultist who acts as a blacksmith merchant who can train you in Smithing.  Last but not least, there is a bathroom, including showers, toilet, a jacuzzi and swimming pool.

Cultists wander around freely with generic dialogue for the most part.  No cultist is ever hostile.  About three or four are available as followers and Hearthfire stewards.  If you join the civil war, some of your cultists will join you for set piece battles.  They can also be recruited to the Blades.

No children’s bedroom but you can ask one of your cultists to set one up (for a fee - they would give you stuff for free but they have their own expenses).  There is also a treasure room with money in it - perhaps a couple of thousand to start.  The cult is not that wealthy but will hand its profits over.

LOTD plugin - Micmou’s Spade relocated from Apocrypha to the Temple, the Dragonborn display activates as soon as you become relic hunter officially, and the text declares Miraak to be an ancient hero who will return one day to save Skyrim in her darkest hour.  Sahrotaar scales available by simply asking Sahrotaar for some after the museum opens up.  Replica recipes for your gear and Black Books also available at that point.  Nchardak Control Cubes already on display.

Plugin for Deus Mons - you have the key in your inventory already and there’s no guardian dragon. Location is on your map, and reachable on dragon back.

Outside the temple, your dragons will be found living.  All permanently friendly and available for riding just by activating.  You also have shouts to summon them - if there are enemies, they’ll attack, if not, they’ll land in case you want to ride them.  Fast travel to the Skyrim map is available if you’re on dragonback but not otherwise until you’ve paid Gjalund at least once.  The hold capitals are automatically unlocked if you’re on dragon back as are any other destinations you’ve heard of - exceptions are Skuldafn, Shrine of Malacath, Throat of the World and Forgotten Vale, these need to be unlocked via the usual quests before you can take your dragons there.  Assume Skuldafn’s location was either unknown to you before or Alduin had it shielded from you after the rebellion, so you still need to rely on Odahviing flying you in.

All other content is completely unchanged!  No one’s heard of you on the mainland, no one on Solstheim remembers anything about working the Stones, so you’re all good to go.  Possible tweaks might be needed to Way of the Voice to account for you knowing the Shouts already.  Otherwise off you go, and the First Dragonborn Turned Last Dragonborn can either go finish what he started with Alduin, or just take up fishing instead.

[aestheticinteriorsanddecor]

White Ceramic Vase Set

Introducing our White Ceramic Vase, designed to complement pampas grass and both fresh and dry flowers. This irregular doughnut-shaped vase adds a touch of neutral Boho Nordic minimalism to any space. Perfect for your dining table, living room, office, or bedroom, this elegant vase seamlessly blends simplicity with style, enhancing the beauty of your decor.

[skandinord]

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐮𝐧 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Nordic 5 X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Returning home from a regular day at school, MC spends the evening bonding with her precious family.

Word Count: 3,130

"I'm home!" You shouted as you arrive back from school. Weird, Matthias usually hugs me to death when I arrive. "[Name]!!!" The Dane's voice rang inside the large house. Your body freezes as you stood there without any movements. You regret shouting about your arrival, but you needed to because your older brothers would know that you're home. Suddenly, Matthias came running to you and then tackled you to a hug. "Ack!" You spluttered out as you accidentally throw your bag away. "Oh [Name], I miss you so much" Matthias cooed as he rubbed his face on your back, you closed your eyes as your body came into contact with the cold floor. Ouch!

Then, you sensed the murderous aura of your older brother, Lukas. He appeared behind the two of you then you sweat-dropped. Uh oh... Lukas didn't hesitate to pull the Dane's tie tightly, pulling him off you as he chokes. You stood up then dusted your uniform and grab your bag. "C-can-'t b-b-b-br-brea-the N-N-N-Norge!!"  Matthias choke out, but the Norwegian didn't stop. "A note for you. Don't you dare touch either [Name] or Cathrine. Ever" He said as he released his tie. "I... understand..." The Dane panted.

Cathrine, she was your younger sister. The two of you were being adopted by the Nordics, but you were in the household before she is. You found her wandering around town when you went out to buy food, then you decided to adopt her too. She is 13 years old while you're 17, you had the same age as the youngest Nordic in the family, Emil. Even though the two of you had the same age, the two of you weren't close because you always tease him like what Lukas and others would do. But he is close to Cathrine, and you sometimes spotted him blushing because of her. Cathrine is innocent and very smart for a child. Yes, all in the Nordic household cared for the youngest in the family, and all of you call her a child even though she denies it. She is excellent at violin and piano while you're excellent at [favorite instrument]. She had black long hair and was always tied into twin tails, her bangs is long and covered the right side of her face, as well as two short hair on either side of her head.

"Okaeri, Onee-sama" Cathrine greeted you as she appeared out of nowhere. "Gah! Oh... Cathrine, please don't scare me like that" You gasped as you heard your younger sister's voice. Well, she is not Japanese, she's just excellent at foreign languages. And yeah, she knows how to use magic, the Norwegian taught her so. While you're not, you don't have time to practice magic. "Jeg beklager..." She muttered sadly. "Ei se mitään" You smiled. "I'm going to prepare your favorite snacks" She smiled and then skipped off. "Well, the two of them are cute together that I wanted to squish them to death," Matthias said, you turned to him exactly when Lukas started to choke him again. He never learns...

You went to your room upstairs and then changed your clothes. You wore a [favorite color]-colored T-shirt and black denim. You tied your hair into [favorite hairstyle] and then exited the room. Once you went down, you were welcomed by the scent of your favorite snack. The plate was sitting on the table with your favorite snack on, besides that was a cup of earl grey tea. You sat on the chair and then started to munch on your snack. Wait a sec! I haven't noticed either Lukas or Matthias when I went down. Where could they be? 

"Hi [Name]" Emil greeted with his usual bored tone as he went inside the dining room to grab some licorice hidden under the tablecloth. "Why do you put it there? It is a very obvious place to hide your licorice" You asked as you watched him. "Shut up. I don't hide my licorice here, Cathrine needed some help in searching for her missing licorice" Emil said as he grabbed the candy from under the tablecloth. "Why? What happened?" You asked as you took a bite of your snack. "Cathrine was practicing magic but accidentally made the licorice disappear. Lukas said that the magic would make one object disappear and reappear at some place" Emil explained as he headed back to the living room. "Oh, okay. By the way, it was big brother" You said as you drank your tea. "Shut up! I would never call him that!" Emil shouted.

After you finished with your snack, you placed the dishes in the sink and washed them. After that, you wiped your hands using a towel then went upstairs to do your homework. You opened the door of your room then entered inside and locked it. You got your Home Economics notebook from your bag and opened the page. "Hm... Let's see... What are the procedures to make a wooden cabinet?" You said as you played with your pen. Darn! I forgot my book at school! It's inside the locker! Wait! There isn't any answer to the question here, damn!

"Argh!" You groaned as you tugged your hair in frustration. Then you saw your other older brother, Berwald, making some furniture outside the house. Maybe Berwald can help me with this. You got your things and headed downstairs and outside. You saw the Swede busy hammering some nails. He saw you and you stood straight. "What do you need, [Name]?" He asked as he stopped what he was doing. "I... Um... Well... I need your help with my homework" You said nervously as you looked away.

"Is it about furniture?" He asked, you nodded. He motioned you to sit on one chair he had outside, and you obeyed as he sat too. "What is it about?" He asked you. "Well... It was all about how to make a cabinet. You know that I don't know much about furniture" You told him, and he nodded. After that, you told him about your other homework and he would answer it for you. After that, you thanked him as you entered the house and he continue with his work.

You went back to your room as you returned your things to your bag, and headed downstairs afterward. You saw your Finnish brother, Tino, cooking food cause it is nearly evening. "Hi Tino, may I help you with something?" You asked him. "Oh hi there [Name], of course, you may. Please chop these vegetables" He told you as he chopped the meat. "Okay!" You smiled as you chopped the vegetables.

"Jeg hader dig!" Cathrine's voice echoed inside the house, Tino and you stopped what you were doing and took a peek upstairs. There you saw Matthias face-planted on the floor as the bathroom door was opened. That stupid Dane, he opened the door of the bathroom again with Cathrine inside, poor Cathrine. "Oh my gosh! I need to help Cathrine!" Tino said as he went to Cathrine inside the bathroom.

You went upstairs then saw Matthias still on the floor, you ignored him and then went inside the bathroom. Tino was washing Cathrine's hair while her body was covered in a towel as she sat on the chair in the bathroom. "What happened here, Cathrine?" You asked her, her face seems to turn red as you looked at her. "Det är inget" She muttered.

"Come on Cathrine, you should tell us," Tino told her, she sighed. "Well... After my magic practice with storebror Lukas, the potions inside were scattered and my whole body was covered in potions. Storebror told me to clean myself and he would clean the room. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, after that, when I was about to open the door, dumme bror Matthias broke the door as he opened it and hurriedly went inside. He stumbled on me as my towel was removed. I kicked him out of the bathroom, that's what happened" Cathrine told you as her face turned bright red.

The two of you went poker-faced after Cathrine's explanation, Tino finished drying Cathrine's hair as he stood up. "Don't worry about it sweetie, it will never, ever happen again" Tino told her as he smiled, she smiled too. "Kiitos, isoveli" She thanked him. After that, you and Tino exited the bathroom and you guarded Cathrine outside, since the door lock was broken, Matthias might enter inside again. Matthias stood up on his feet as he complained about how his face hurt, you sighed. "Please don't open the door of the bathroom whenever there was a person inside, especially Cathrine" Tino grabbed his collar as he said, giving emphasis on Cathrine. He smiled an evil smile as Matthias gulped. "Good, now I will return to my cooking"

"That was harsh..." Matthias scratched his head as he looked down the stairs, you sighed. "It was your fault, after all. Who said that you should enter the bathroom without knocking first or checking if there is a person inside, you even broke the lock" You told him as you crossed your arms. "Sorry about it [Name], but I thought that it was my room. I was in a hurry so I didn't even check if it was really my room or not" He told you. "What did you do?" You asked him as your eyebrow raised. "Well... I just visited Norge in his magic room, but then I drank one of his potions and had the urge to do something in my room" He explained as he looked at you. 

You sighed then the door of the bathroom opened, revealing a young girl in a light orange sundress. "I'm finished..." Cathrine muttered as she tugged her dress down. You step away from the door and next to Matthias. "Sorry about earlier Lyse, it was an accident" Matthias apologized to her as they looked at each other. "I will only forgive you if you promised not to do that again" Cathrine set a condition as she crossed her arms,  Matthias grinned widely as he nodded. "And you need to do what I order for a year" She added, the Dane almost drop his jaw. "What?" He asked in disbelief. "I will only forgive you if you adhere to my rules, take it or leave it, because I will let storebror know about this, and you know what he will do to you" Cathrine glared at him as she placed her hand on her hips, Matthias gulped. "Fine... I'll do it" He let his arms hang down.

You grabbed Cathrine's hands then the two of you headed downstairs, leaving the Dane behind. He catch up with the two of you as you headed inside the kitchen. You helped Tino set the table as Cathrine was sitting on the couch in the living room with Matthias. After a while, Emil and Lukas came down and then headed inside the dining room. They took a seat next to each other. Berwald also entered inside and took a seat next to Emil. You took a seat next to Lukas and Tino next to Berwald. The last one to enter is Cathrine and Matthias, the Dane sat next to you, and Cathrine next to Tino.

All of you had dinner in a little chitchat. "Say Lukas, when will the next contest be held?" You asked the Norwegian who just focus on eating his dinner. "In a week, maybe on Thursday" He replied as he looked at you. You sighed then continue eating your meal. "Stóri bróðir, can I have licorice after this?" You heard Cathrine ask the Icelander. You looked at him as he looked at Cathrine, his face turning bright pink. "Sure thing, litla systir" He replied as he smiled, you smirked. "Oh well, if only someone could call his brother, big brother. Maybe the youngest will like him more" You said loudly to yourself while looking down at your food, you notice Emil flinched.

"Shut up!" He quietly said as he looked down at his food. The others stopped talking and looked at him, his face turned redder. "Stóri bróðir? Are you okay?" Cathrine asked politely as she tilted her head cutely to the side, you can't help yourself to squeal inside. "Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me" Emil replied as he hang his head even lower. The Swede, Fin, Norwegian, and the Dane noticed this. Tino just smiled, Matthias grinned while Berwald and Lukas just stared at the Icelander, although Lukas smiled slightly, only visible to Cathrine.

"Storebror, you smiled" Cathrine muttered as you heard her. "S...miled?" You asked yourself in shock. "It looks like Emil is blushing madly!" Matthias said loudly as he laughed. "Shut up, you're ruining it," Lukas said as he grabbed Matthias' tie behind you, he choked, yet again. You just sighed but smirked when you observed Emil's behavior. After dinner, you helped Tino clean the place. Cathrine went to the bathroom to bathe early.

After cleaning, you decided to change your clothes into pajamas, but you didn't sleep because you will be having a movie with the Nordics. You wore a [f/c] t-shirt with matching pajamas, and you untied your hair and brushed it. You placed the brush on your bed and then exited the room, you saw Cathrine exited her room then the two of you went downstairs. She wore her favorite Norway flag t-shirt and orange pajamas.

Tino was setting the television as the two of you sat on the couch. Cathrine went to Emil and grabbed some licorice which the Icelander doesn't care about her taking some of his candy and she went back to your side. "Want some, onee-sama?" She asked and extended her hand with some licorice in it. You took one and thanked her, you don't like sweets that much. After a while, Matthias came down wearing his plain white t-shirt and white pajamas.

"What's the movie for today?" He asked and sat next to Cathrine, she gave one licorice to the Dane and he thanked her. "I guess it was horror" Emil replied while chewing on his licorice. "Horror, huh?" Matthias muttered, after a while, he grinned widely. "Hey [Name]" He called you and tapped your back. "What?" You dead-panned. "I heard that you are afraid of horror movies," He said, you glared at him. "No, I'm not" You replied. "Oh? Really? Cathrine told me that one time, when you were with Alfred and Gilbert, the three of you watched a horror movie and you kept screaming from the beginning until the end of the movie" He grinned.

You blushed slightly at this then looked at Cathrine, she sweat-dropped. "Oh, look! Storebror already came down" She stated as an excuse then got off the couch and went to the Norwegian and hugged his arm as he went down the stairs and entered the kitchen. You sighed while Matthias continued to grin. "Oh, stop that!" You punched his cheeks hardly that it became swollen, now you're pissed. Well, it's true that I'm scared of horrors. What the hell is wrong with that Dane?!

After everyone gathered inside the living room, the lights were turned off and the movie was starting. You can't stop shaking because of nervousness and Matthias, who was sitting beside you, kept on grinning which made you pissed. Cathrine switched her place and sat in between Lukas and Emil. The movie was called Poltergeist, the newly released horror movie made in America. And Alfred lent the movie to Matthias for the whole Nordic household to watch.

You hate horror and supernatural stuff, such as exorcism and supernatural activity. You hate blood, ghost, darkness, and some more. As the movie was playing, you kept the blanket that you brought down with you, on your head while your body was slightly shaking. You noticed that others were focused on watching the movie, but little Cathrine burrowed her head in Lukas' chest as the said Norwegian placed his arms around the girl protectively.

As the movie kept on playing, you kept shrieking in fear as the Dane kept on annoying you. Now you can't handle it, you put the blanket all over your body as you rolled yourself into a ball and sobbed. Cathrine already gave up 30 minutes earlier and Lukas escorted her inside her room and watched her sleep, that is his routine when Cathrine can't handle the horror, and he will be by her side when she wakes up, which means that Lukas will not continue watching the movie anymore.

"Hey, are you alright?" Matthias tapped your shoulder as he asked, concern filling his tone. "I don't want to watch anymore..." You replied but your tone was shaky and your body kept on shaking. You heard him sigh then removed the blanket from your body. "Hey!" You shouted and were about to retrieve your stolen blanket but stopped when you realized that the movie was still playing. You closed your eyes and rolled yourself into a ball again. "You know [Name], don't place a blanket all over your body, you can die because of it" He lecture you which you ignored, and he sighed.

After a while, he carried you bridal style and you blush slightly at this, but he can't see it because of the darkness. He opened the door of your room and placed you on the bed and opened the lights. "Be sure to sleep peacefully, [Name]" He said then placed a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, sure..." You replied and watched him smile and closed the lights and the door. You sighed then placed the blanket on your body as you started to drift to sleep. I know it wasn't that much, but I still have a fun time with my family.

[tryingtimi]

Old Times

Inspired by Disappearance of the Girl by PHILDEL while failing my poll dears. It’s at least still a Darmon piece, even if not the promised one. I’m on it tho. Also, first try of figuring out their dynamic, so no context.

BOOK I EXPLORATION | CHARACTER EXPLORATION | DYNAMIC EXPLORATION | WC: 1,640

The Crystal Palace always showed its true magnificence at dawn.

Thick, sparkling blanket of snow covered the infertile soil outside as if its freezing white wouldn’t have hidden rough blackness underneath. Flakes rarely fell so deep in the belly of the circling mountain range, and yet the snow never seemed to dwindle.

Darmon turned from the groove they used as a window. The dining room showered in the red-orange light that seeped into the space, the palace’s crystal walls reflecting and multiplying its brilliance. They couldn’t see the auroras this far from Atarq, still, their colors reached them at every dawn.

“Its power to chain you to the window could not die away with the years. I dare say it never will,” Zheva called from the end of the refectory table.

The Nordic shines of the sun bathed her sitting figure in its slowly disappearing light. Since the day she put her armor down, she preferred to wear shadow-colored long tunics made of warm and strong textile, embroidery decorating its full length in rich shades of red and gold. Such as it did today as well. Her midnight tunic had sewed-in golden leaves scattering around in a somehow organized way, broad red hems on the sleeves and neckline adding to the harmony of colors, while a same shaded wide belt tightly wrapped around her waist.

Darmon nodded, then hesitated for a second.

His mind has been plagued with that old prisoner’s words. Words of suspicion and secrets. He found himself growing somehow careful around her. A disturbingly foolish act on his part.

Darmon joined the servants bringing in their many servings feast as they walked to the table. One of them leaned over to pull out his seat, but he stopped them with a soft gesture of a hand. The servant bowed their head, then placed four plates before Darmon as he seated himself.

“Is there a special occasion I‘m not aware of?”

Various roasted meats and vegetables ruffled up his hunger, the scent of melted butter, rosemary, and thyme twirling into his nostrils. Beside them, beautifully shaped glass bottles contained the translucent alcohol beverage made of anise, its curving form ornamenting the deeply shaded grape and pistachio bowls secured with lemon-mint tarts.

All Darmon’s favorites.

Zheva smiled a little.

“Can’t an old woman be lonely at times?” She earned a glance from Darmon.

Zheva’s face had been painted with curious tenderness today. Her features bore age, and maturity, something Darmon had grown accustomed to through the years. Her sharp, narrow eyes carried authority and wiseness while they let some visible wrinkles build a nest beside them.

Yet, Darmon wouldn’t ever call her as simple as old.

“I just find it unusual, that is all,” he added eventually. There were times when he – shamefully – craved to dine with her, but they never did. Only during lunch, they shared their meals and company truly.

Zheva took a bite from vibrant pink meat, the crystals orienting the last rays of dawn at her as a reflector. Her focus never left her meal.

“You are right, there is an occasion you might not be aware of. Two, perhaps.” She cut another slice, something almost like blood glistening on her chopsticks. “Have I ever told you about my son?”

A piece of carrot stuck in Darmon’s mouth as he stopped chewing. Only for a second, but he did.

“No, I didn’t know you had children.”

“Child,” again, she smiled a little, “only him. Especially after I left his father… or he left us, I am not certain anymore. It doesn’t really matter, I barely remember him and my son didn’t need him to outgrow him. He was a rascal since his birth, but he’d also been loyal and valiant. One could always rely on him in times of need. Qiang, that was his name.”

The biting sensation of the anise liquor did not ease the dryness of Darmon’s throat. All the food tasted delicious, yet somehow still felt as if he was eating sand.

He never heard such affection in Zheva’s voice before, not once. He couldn’t even recall if he ever heard her talk about her past. A legendary warrior of the ages and a believer left with a crumbled faith. There was not a seed of questioning in Darmon for why she never mentioned any of it before. Still, he couldn’t deny his surprise. And something else; a stirring, unsettling shred of thought.

The seed of how little he knew about her truly.

“Sounds as if you two were close.” Why continuing the topic felt like dragging a limp leg, Darmon couldn’t say. His plate almost emptied, his stomach nearly full, but he picked up another, large meat slice nevertheless.

“Hardly. We shared a lot, but his innermost thoughts remained his in the end. I knew only a version of him, one he felt comfortable sharing with me.” Zheva gestured with her hand, and the chandeliers brightened above them. A moderately dim, purplish light conquered the hall. “Raising a child does not equal that you’ll know them best.”

A strange sensation scraped Darmon’s throat; a scoff. He didn’t felt this reaction since… well, a long time ago.

He packed another bite in his already full stomach.

“You two are very akin to never asking questions. Unlike him, however, your nature is curious, Darmon. That much, I know. So, why don’t you ask?”

Traveling rays of light fell under the horizon, and the end of dawn brought darkness to the mountain range and everything slumbering within. As the hall turned completely amethyst from the only remaining source of light, Darmon found himself frozen. He cut the meat in half on his plate, his chopsticks abandoned beside it. He stared at the food, then with slow realization in his chest, he turned to Zheva.

“I never expect to receive an answer, hence why bother.”

Deepening crow’s feet, gentle, dark eyes, and a pause of silence. Then, Zheva put a comforting hand on Darmon’s, and all the cold of the world evaporated into nothing.

“You are free to ask, and with that, you shall earn answers.”

It’s been such a long time. More than a thousand decades, perhaps, since he saw the difference between Zheva and his family. Darmon couldn’t even recall when was the last time he just thought of them, yet their impact still reached him. However, with them, the reason why he joined her in the first palace was reborn as well.

“Why telling me about him now?”

She did not pull her hand back.

“Because today is the day he left me. You see, he did not share my view on how things should be. He loathed the cause I represented, and therefore, he loathed me. Some thousand years before, on this very day, he abandoned his mother. On this very day, I lost my son.” She sounded utterly mournful as she looked into Darmon’s eyes. For the longest time, he even caught a glimpse of some kind of exhaustion and age in that dark gaze. Then, ever so lightly, Zheva squeezed his hand. “Then, on this same day, you joined me.”

Crystals sang under the wind that sneaked inside the place. It reached Darmon, crawling under his padded tunic, yet it could not make him cold. He glanced at the table again, drinking in the view of the delicately prepared food. Meats, spices, alcohol, and tarts. Favorites, with just enough sweetness. Thoughtfulness to please one.

Darmon realized there was a tradition he completely forgot through the years.

And with that, the words unspoken made his eyes sting. Those words Zheva didn’t need to speak aloud. She lost someone today, and still, he was the one she celebrated. When he joined her, when he was reborn. Today, they weren’t celebrating something mundane, but the birthday of her son.

Darmon reluctantly put his hand on hers.

“I could say so many things, I don’t know which to actually say,” he said quietly.

“There’s no need for such formalities. I am grateful you’re beside me. I know what we do is hard, and it is delightful to have someone around, especially when one has a tender heart. Speaking of, I’ve heard you frequently visited the chambers recently.”

Darmon froze upon hearing this. Of course, she would know about it, he wasn’t trying to sneak around. Yet, it still made him tense under her motherly touch.

“It’s admirable how you manage those creatures, I was certain you’ll be the best to take upon this task.”

However appealing the words sounded, he knew it wasn’t exclusively a compliment. Oh no, it wasn’t. Darmon did not break the eye contact, letting those dark irises devour his soul as they stared into them. He would almost say that they spread the darkness around them as the night deepened.

“You can trust me,” he uttered. Why that was the first thing that tiptoed onto his tongue, was a mystery to him as well. He could have thanked her, he could have said he had a plan. But he didn’t. He knew she would be aware of his lies if they were actually those.

Was he worrying about lying without knowing it?

He wasn’t sure anymore. Not when he stood trial under those unwavering eyes and that oh-so-longed motherly touch. Darmon felt shame washing over him as in his shuddering heart he found the tiniest speck of desperate alarm.

Zheva did not smile anymore, yet she leaned closer and breathed a kiss upon Darmon’s forehead.

“I know,” she whispered. “I do.”

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Frukostdags (1887) by Hanna Hirsch Pauli

At the end of the 19th century, the number of women who chose the artist career was increasing. An important reason for this was that the artist courses were also opened to women. One of the most prominent of the generation that broke through in the 1880s was Hanna Pauli, née Hirsch. She studied at August Malmström's Painting School for Women and at the Art Academy in Stockholm and then at the Académie Colarossi in Paris.

The painting Breakfast Time was created in the Stockholm archipelago in the summer of 1887, shortly before Hanna Hirsch married the painter Georg Pauli. The painting's motif has a number of counterparts in Nordic and French art from the latter part of the 19th century. The elaborate meal, inside a dining room or out in the open, was depicted by several of the French Impressionists, as well as by Scandinavians such as Carl Larsson, Peder Severin Krøyer and Laurits Andersen Ring. Hanna Pauli has concentrated above all on the depiction of light, and has put a lot of effort into reproducing how the light falls through the foliage of the trees and creates a lively shimmer in the tablecloth and on the ground. The reflections in cups, dishes, coffee pots and glass bowls are reproduced with great accuracy.

Like most Nordic artists during the 1880s, Hanna Pauli was mainly influenced by the French realists. However, the free style of painting in Breakfast Time suggests that she was also inspired by the Impressionists. When the painting was shown at an exhibition in Stockholm, it received a mixed reception in the press. One of the most critical reviewers noted that the cloth on the table was not completely white, but looked as if some children had wiped their dirty hands on it. -- Nationalmuseum

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