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[techdriveplay]

How to Tow a Trailer Safely

Towing a trailer can be an essential skill, whether you’re transporting a boat for a weekend getaway, moving furniture across town, or embarking on a cross-country road trip with a camper. However, it’s not as simple as hitching the trailer and hitting the road. Understanding how to tow a trailer safely is crucial for protecting not only your cargo but also yourself, your passengers, and everyone…

[violetasteracademic]

Velaris Memorial Hospital: Part Three Reveal

Last year, Velaris Memorial Hospital was little seed inspired by the late October leaves. A story of the Archeron sisters and the lives of the Bat Boys entangling in a hospital fraught with a scandal, and deeply inspired by the Tortured Poet's Department and Grey's Anatomy.

The Manuscript: Rhys and Feyre are star-crossed lovers who collide over a dirty pumpkin chai latte. She's a children's art therapist in the cancer ward at Velaris Memorial Hospital, and he's the new owner of the hospital. Their connection is undeniable. Perhaps a thing of soulmates. But with the tangled web of lawsuits and Feyre's unstable ex-fiancé at the center of it all, the mountains between them are higher than the stretch of the Velaris skyline. (Read the first six chapters here.)

The Albatross: Nesta and Cassian share a tense and steamy moment as strangers at a rooftop bar, only to find out they have to team up to save Velaris Memorial Hospital from the fallout of a scandal. Can the director of public relations and head of financial strategy maintain their professional lines while fighting each other and their chemistry? And will the skeletons in their closet and ghosts of their past keep them from being more than just physical? (Read the first three chapters here.)

And now it's time for...

Elain is a labor and delivery nurse at Velaris Memorial Hospital. Despite her chaotic and exhausting schedule, there is nothing she craves more than stability. Set guidelines. She never makes a decision if she isn't certain of the outcome. Newly engaged to Graysen Nolan, she's on track to have everything she ever wanted, even if it doesn't feel exactly how she imagined it would.

Azriel is a world renowned photojournalist on the front lines of war, humanitarian crises, and the parts of life that most people turn away from. He's traveled from country to country and lived out of hotels for years on end. His life is all risk, no rest, and no looking back. But lately, the thrill of the job isn't enough to keep him distracted from the demons he's been running from.

When Azriel takes a six month corporate photography contract to help his brothers rebuild Velaris Memorial Hospital's reputation, he crosses paths with Elain Archeron. On the surface, they couldn't be more different. But as layers peel away, their similar aches and dreams draw them together.

They decide to push each other to try new things and explore different sides of life. But as their connection deepens while time counts down on Azriel's contract, and Elain's fiancé urges her to start planning the wedding, they tow a dangerous line.

Read chapter one of Velaris Memorial Hospital here.

Thank you to @rosanna-writer @tealeaves-and-rosepetals and @yourstarsmyscars for the beta read, and thank you to all the readers who have given this project so much love and support!

Preview below the cut:

Chapter One: I Circled You on a Map

Summary:

Elain's engagement celebration with her sisters takes a turn that might alter more than just the course of the evening.

I haven't come around in so long But I'm making a comeback to where I belong So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

This happens once every few lifetimes

Elain

“So…” I said, my hands fidgeting nervously in my lap. His eyes snapped up quickly, as if he was shocked by the sound of my voice. My throat caught, but he smiled softly at me, and something eased in my shoulders. “Where is your favorite place that you’ve ever traveled to?”

His mouth twitched, so slightly I almost missed it. “Coming in with the hard questions first, I see.”

���Really?” I giggled. “I assumed you'd be asked that all the time.”

“Not as often as you’d think,” he replied. There was something sad in his smile. Lonely.

“Okay, so not your favorite. Maybe… the most… memorable? There wasn’t one place that just… struck you?”

I had never been anywhere but Velaris. Beyond my fear of flying, my family didn't take vacations or even go camping before my parents died. My sisters and I never bothered to get cars. Our life in the city was very insular and walkable, and we relied on public transit or ride sharing when necessary. We'd talked about renting a car to go on a road trip, but it never happened. Graysen and I planned for romantic getaways, but our schedules never lined up.

Still, even within my small world, there were places that stuck with me above the others. Certain houses that had particularly beautiful trim and architecture, or streets where the prettiest orange leaves fell on the dark cobblestones, brilliant and striking against the black wrought-iron gates that fenced in the rows of townhomes. Some places just crawl under your skin and take your breath away, even for simple reasons. 

Azriel hummed, considering. I felt it everywhere.

Gratitude rushed over me when the waiter dropped off our drinks at that moment. I needed to focus somewhere else so I didn’t seem like a creepy weirdo who couldn’t stop staring. 

I ordered The Lighthouse, a Virginia Woolf twist on a dark and stormy with lavender bitters. Azriel ordered non-alcoholic beer.

I briefly wondered if I should ask if he was bothered by my drinking, unsure if he avoided alcohol entirely or just this evening. But he clinked the rim of his bottle to everyone’s cocktails and seemed relaxed. Which was a relief, because although I hardly ever drank, I had already decided I was going to get extremely drunk this evening.

When he focused back on me, I noticed his gaze had a sound. It crackled.

“I’d say the place that struck me the most was Trieste,” Azriel finally answered after a few long sips.

“Where is Trieste?” I asked, gulping down my delicious drink garnished with lime, ginger, and a spring of fresh lavender. 

“Italy. But what makes it unique is that it's barely attached to the rest of the country. It’s a small port city on the gulf, on the opposite side of the Adriatic Sea from Venice. It’s like this tiny piece of Italy carved out of the coast of Slovenia, holding onto Italy by a near negligible strip of land.”

I stared at him wide-eyed. I’d never heard of Trieste before. My heart ached to see this small portside city across the sea from the rest of its country. To smell the salt air that only comes from being near that kind of water, and walk along the shimmering coastline with a rich espresso and pastry in hand.

And then, the alcohol must have already gone to my head. Because when I tried to picture the little dot on a map off on its own, on the other side of the sea from Rome and Florence and Naples, I started laughing.

Azriel’s lips sliced into a sardonic grin. God, he was really handsome. More than seemed fair for one mere mortal. Not that I was attracted to him in any meaningful way. It was simply an objective fact.

“What?” he asked, pursing his lips as if he was trying not to laugh at me laughing.

I took a deep breath and regained my composure as best as I could. “You must be quite the contrarian,” I said. At his raised brow, I clarified, “Your favorite place is the part of Italy separated from the rest of Italy? You're a total travel hipster.”

His eyes narrowed, but there was a bright glimmer to them as his lips quirked. “No one has said hipster in over a decade.”

“A hipster would say that,” I said sagely.

He laughed whole-heartedly, and my spine felt like a live wire. I waved at the waiter to ask for another drink.

“Okay…” He rubbed his stubbled jaw. “I see your point. But, counterpoint, part of what makes Trieste so special is how many cultures have influenced it throughout history. In Greco-Roman times, it was a settlement that belonged to the Roman empire. Then it fell under Habsburg rule, then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. It was a free territory for a while, then came full circle and has been incorporated by Italy for about half a century, with countless other influences along the way. In Trieste, you can swim in the sea, visit Roman ruins, Austrian castles, attend a Slovenian theatre, go to a German cafe, or see canals comparable to Venice all in one day. Doesn’t that sort of make me the opposite of a hipster? To choose a place that has so many good things instead of one really niche thing?”

I could hardly breathe as my mind swirled with images of everything he was describing. I also tried to ignore how sexy it was that he knew so much about it and could to describe it in such vivid detail. Not in an annoying mansplaining kind of way, but…passionate. Curious. Deeply observant.

Sexy wasn’t the right word. I certainly was not imagining if that passionate curiosity and observance carried over into… sex. It was just the first word that popped into my head. And I couldn’t happen to think up a better replacement.

“There’s really a city like that?” I asked. It sounded too magical to be real.

“There really is,” he nodded. “I’ll show you the photos I took sometime.”

Heat rushed to the surface of my skin. “Alright,” I said, even though that could never happen.

Within the walls of Rita's, we were safe. So long as we weren't making plans beyond the evening, there was nothing to feel guilty about.

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[midnightscramble]

Hi, how about a violet Bridgestone x reader, courting story maybe where violets kids feel like reader is replacing edmund? Thanks!

Promenading with Widows Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Masterlist

Author's Note: This is dedicated to @blueberrycoffee19. No author is perfect and bear in mind that asks are taken as guidelines. Please enjoy and Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet befriends a mysterious stranger in the park. Lady Y/n arrives at the Bridgerton estate during calling hour, confusing Violet's children. For the first time in years, Violet skips Sunday mass. A meeting is arranged to clarify intentions.

Warnings: ankle injury, implied period typical homophobia, implied period typical sexism, discussion of spousal deaths, strong argumentative language (Anthony yells at Violet), brief religious guilt.

The morning mist had yet to settle across the Ton. Nevertheless, Violet decided to brave the slight chill in an effort to clear her mind. Having the innocent intention of supporting their mother, the Bridgerton children had all congregated back to the family estate for the anniversary of Edmund's death. With spouses and grandchildren in tow, the house was more crowded than ever, leaving little space for the woman to breathe.

Taking a single footman with her, she had fled to the town's lustrous garden, caring little that five in the morning was not an appropriate time to be walking along through foliage. Ordering him to man the carriage, she began a quick paced stroll, letting her frustration and annoyance empower her stride. Violet failed to notice the changing scenery, continuing onto an unmarked dirt path that weaved through the un-manicured trees.

Light weakly filtered through the leaves, casting an inconvenient shadow across the path, perfectly concealing a divot in the dirt. Violet's ankle rolled and she yelped as she fell forward. Catching herself on her hands, she hissed through clenched teeth. This was not the relaxing walk she had been hoping for. She tried to apply pressure to it and stand, only to collapse again with a groan. Violet finally took in her surroundings, and quickly came to realize that the route she was on seemed thoroughly neglected, with weeds and vines covering portions of the path. Bleakly, she wondered how long it would take for a search party to find her.

A twig snapped in the distance and Violet's heart hammered, she glanced in every direction to try and locate the culprit. In the far distance she caught sight of what appeared to be a woman's figure. Relieved she called out, "Hello!"

A startled gasp came from the woman, "Oh!, Hello there?" Lady Y/n could not track where the disembodied voice had suddenly emerged from.

"I am in need of your assistance, you see I've fallen!" she called to the stranger.

Lady Y/n's eyes widened, "I see, keep talking and I shall find my way to you!"

...

Y/n offered her arm to Violet, allowing her to pull herself up from the path. Unbalanced, she swayed slightly while trying to maneuver on one foot. Rather brashly, Y/n pulled Violet's arm around her shoulder, and brought an arm to her waist, successfully taking the weight off her injured side.

Dazed by the foreign contact Violet started to ponder aloud, "Where on Earth did you come from?" Y/n chuckled in surprise, causing Violet's cheeks to burn in embarrassment. While the situation they were in was precarious, that did not mean social graces would be abandoned. "Pardon me. I meant to inquire as to-"

Sending the brunette a sideways look, she interuppted, "From the other side of the garden."

Violet rebuffed, "There is another side of the garden?"

"You must be from the central Ton." Y/n hummed as she made a quick study of the woman as they walked. By her clothes, she could tell Violet was of high status, no doubt a Lady of some kind, or even a Duchess.

Slightly irked, Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek before defensively responding, "Yes I am. Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton." Despite her imposition, she managed to make the introduction with her head held high. If she hadn't felt sorry for the woman's pain, Y/n would have laughed at the irony.

"Should I address you as such, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton? Or do you have an actual name?" Violet guffawed at the gall of this woman. She was somehow biting in a delightful way, and the smirk she adorned allowed her company to know her comment was in jest.

Violet found herself smirking back as she responded, "Violet, Violet Bridgerton."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Violet."

...

Arriving at the gates of the garden, Y/n raised an arm towards Violet's carriage, waving it over.

Sniffing in posture, she nonchalantly questioned Violet, "I presume you shall make it home without furthering your injuries?"

Violet laughed at the teasing, "Perhaps you should see me home yourself..." She trailed off as the forwardness as her words registered. She stammered, "That is so I -I can properly thank you for you assistance- all that you've done for me." While blessed with many gifts such as beauty and intelligence, Violet had always been lacking when it came to navigating social relations outside of her home.

Even her one true friend, Lady Danbury, had been intricuintly tied to her family in some way. Violet never understood why she had such difficulty acquiring female friends. Perhaps it was the unwelcoming nature of other women in the Ton, too keen on gossiping and subtle social competitions. However, with this fine stranger she had met today, she knew she was not unwelcome. Her sudden nerves could only be attributed to feeling intimidated. She wanted this mystery woman to like her.

"Perhaps later in the day, I'm afraid I have some business to attend to, or you could join me on such ventures?" Y/n smiled and removed her hand from Violet's waist and allowed the footman to take over.

Violet released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, "Sounds wonderful," as she was being ushered into the carriage it occurred to her that she did not know her strange savior's name.

She called through the open carriage window, "Forgive me for the overdue introduction, I did not catch your name," Y/n smiled up at her softly.

"Lady Y/n Y/l/n." Violet's smile faltered as it dawned on her. She had spent the morning promenading with the recently deceased Lord Y/l/n's widow who, intriguingly, was not in mourning attire.

...

Back at the Bridgerton estate, Violet changed into shorter shoes that pressed loosely around her ankles. The house had awakened in her absence and despite having their partners to keep them in check, it appeared as though the collective presence of her children caused them to revert to childish bickering.

"Daphne, you cannot claim to have been father's favorite, especially given that he is not here to testify on his own behalf," Anthony huffed, licking the tip of his finger a diligently flipping a page of the Bible.

Rolling her eyes, she stripped the book out of his hands, "He undeniably favored me, that is why I want to be the one to read the scriptures of mourning aloud after mass."

Sitting at the small table playing cards with his sister, Gregory piped up, "Why are we remembering him tomorrow when in fact the anniversary of father's death was two days ago-" cut off by Hyacinth, she answered "Because MaMa delights in Sunday services, now please, If you would only play your hand my winning would be immienent."

Feigning a yawn, he stretched out, "Sorry dear sister, it appears the game must wait till tomorrow."

She reached out to pinch him, but her hand was caught by Eloise, "It is not fair to play such games with him, Hyacinth," Gregory smirked victoriously, "He is not of your caliber of intelligence, I dare say playing with him is so unchallenging that you may as well be playing with a child."

Affronted, Gregory stood up, "If anyone needs me, I shall be in the garden practicing my archery,"

From her position on the couch, Violet finally felt the need to interfere, "Gregory, do take someone with you, I do not want a repeat of what happened Christmas Eve when you received the bow and arrow, and thought it brilliant to make off into the night to hunt pigeons." She looked at him pointedly and his ears burned with embarrassment.

Looking towards the other men in the room, he defended himself, "I killed eight pigeons-"

"And impaled your hand." Violet raised her eyebrows and the room quieted, "Francesca dear, would you and Lord Kilmartin accompany Gregory, I know I can trust the two of you not to encourage him beyond his capabilities."

"Of course MaMa," the couple smiled kindly and Gregory followed them out the room, Hyacinth trailed after them shortly.

...

A footman led Lady Y/n up to the parlor, announcing her presence to Violet, "The Lady Y/n Y/l/n."

Violet stood abruptly, smiling with inhibition. "Lady Y/n," she went up to her and put a hand on her arm, "I am so glad you took up my invitation,"

Playfully she nudged the other woman, "How could I deny the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton?" Violet threw her head back and laughed. Benedict crossed the room and placed himself in front of Violet, "I assume my mother has somehow arranged for us to meet?" He suavely took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. Violet's eyes bulged and she was about to ramble an apology, but stopped when Y/n eyed her over his shoulder.

"My apologies for your confusion, Mister Bridgerton. I am here to call upon Lady Violet," Y/n smiled warmly at the woman, "and invite her on a buisness outing."

Miffed, Benedict retracted but gave the woman a leveled stare. "Oh, that would be lovely, should I change for the occasion?"

"You look splendid as you are," Y/n intertwined her arm with Violet's, causing the woman to blush faintly, "Now tell me, do you like art, Lady Bridgerton?"

...

In the carriage, Y/n explained that Violet would be accompanying her to a private viewing of a new gallery that would potentially be on display in the royal palace.

Violet pondered, how was it that Y/n had that sort of connection, to preview art and decide if it met their formidable Queen's standards. She pursed her lips and decided to prod, "My deepest condolences on the passing of Lord Y/l/n, he was a domineering figure in this community." While the Lady had meant it as a compliment, Y/n knew all too well of his "domineering" nature.

"Yes, it was a great loss for the community," she answered diplomatically. Violet bit her lip, they were already two hours into their journey to the gallery. If she offended Lady Y/n, she would most likely face no repercussion, as the woman was obligated to return her home regardless. So, she pushed on, "and a great loss for you?"

Y/n met her eyes quickly, evaluating whether Violet could be trusted, "A great burden indeed," Violet hummed at the double meaning and let you continue, "It seems the only thing I have gained is a great deal of responsibility."

Violet was not sure she had ever met such a character like Y/n, who spoke in entendres and cleverly concealed her enjoyment of agency and independence. The woman was a cat, sweet looking to those who underestimated her, and formidable to those who saw through the guise. Violet liked what she saw.

Having gotten her answer, she changed the topic, "Is it tough being alone in the estate? After Edmund passed-" she restarted, "Even with the company of my children, I felt lonesome."

Y/n shrunk slightly against her seat, "I... Yes, it is rather lonesome..." She bit her lip, "In truth," Violet perked up, "the late Lord Y/l/n was a man who took up space. When he entered a room he consumed it, and when you get accustomed to such... life without it, while peaceful, is empty." She looked down at her hands, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

Violet reached for her hands, she found it peculiar how touching this woman came so naturally to her, like their skins were meant to meet. Lady Y/n had soft hands, cold yet not overly icy, perfectly complimenting Violet's own, which had a tendency to run hot.

As she gazed upon her fondly she started to understand her strange savior, "I have noticed that it is particularly difficult for young women, such as yourself, to be married to older Lords. The language of love changes vastly between each generation."

Y/n barked out a laugh unexpectedly, "He did not love me, he had been pinning over Joanna Cowper since they were babes!" Violet blanched and her lips turned up at the sudden tone shift of conversation.

"You must be joking."

"He wrote her letters every morning and every night until the day he died. He admired her 'pious nature' and 'endless devotion towards sensibility', in fact he would often implore me to be the same."

Violet laughed, unable to imagine the unconventional widow behaving sensibly, "Oh, I cannot even fathom what that would entail for you."

"Lots of kneeling and begging for salvation." Y/n put her hands up in mock prayer and Violet laughed loudly. A shiver ran up her spin and she briefly felt sick with herself for laughing at something so blasphemous.

...

By the time they had arrived, the evening had turned to morning, and the two Ladies began inspecting each piece, passing comments between each other. The artist stood nervously in the corner, while renowned in his field, the possibility of being hung in the palace was no small feat.

Y/n turned to Violet, "So which do you favor?"

"I do so love the ones of valleys, however the depictions of roman battles are quite compelling," Y/n nodded encouragingly then looked over her shoulder at the footmen who stood against the wall. Understanding her silent command, they dismounted Violet's favorites and passed an envelope to the artist.

Violet spluttered, "Are you certain- I am not sure if they will be up to the Queen's-"

"They are beautiful Violet, you have quite the eye for this," Y/n winked and started towards the exit, with Violet trailing eagerly after her with flushed cheeks. For someone who's late husband had the ability to consume a room, the same was proving true to his wife. Violet felt as if she was in the belly of the beast and wanted to be nowhere else.

...

The roads were unnaturally empty in the Ton upon their return. Y/n commented on such, "I suppose most would be attending early morning mass," Violet's face fell. She had missed the service.

...

"Anthony, how many times must I apologize?" Violet paced as her son's face turned red with anger.

He smoothed a hand through his hair, "I came all this way, with my pregnant wife, to memorialize your late husband and my father and you are out galavanting with some conniving widow!"

"She is not conniving-"

Anthony took three long strides to tower over her, "Do you think she is actually your friend, MaMa." Violet backed away and let her face pinch up in distaste, she did not like this version of her son one bit.

"It is all a little too convenient that near weeks after her husband dies she is promenading with you, coming to our home and introducing herself to Benedict. You may as well have been associating with some common harlot-"

Violet snapped, "Anthony! you will not say such things in my house-"

"Oh, but it is not your house, Dowager Viscountess, it is mine, and as long as you are in my house, you will not see her again." He crossed the room and stared at the fireplace.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Violet tried to explain herself, "You all arrive here, bombard me with your sudden appetite for immortalizing your father, whom we have been without for fifteen years, and expect me to act like that is a novel idea? I visit your father's grave everyday-"

"You didn't yesterday." He gripped the fire mantel tightly.

"I was preoccupied,"

"Is this friend of yours more important than family? More important than father?"

"I will not compare the two, it is completely different-"

He looked over his shoulder at her, "It really isn't... I do not know what is compelling you to abandon him like this but I hope it is worth it."

...

Alone in her room Violet sat, slumped over her Vanity. She was not sure how the day had gotten away from her so quickly. She had been peacefully sent adrift by Y/n only to be caught in Anthony's rip-current and dragged back ashore, unable to escape the land she is tied to. Violet knew Anthony would turn the woman away if she called upon her again, and she rather not Lady Y/n think it was on her account. She resolved to write a letter, warning the young widow of the situation:

Dearest Lady Y/n Y/l/n

I am writing to you because our acquaintance has made quite the stir within my family. I would not think it wise to meet again until the ill will curried for you by my children dwindles. Although we cannot meet in person, I hope writing to each other will nurse our blooming friendship.

Yours,

Dowager Viscountess Bridgertion

...

Six days later, at precisely twelve in the afternoon, a footman strolled into the parlor. "Lady Bridgertion, a gift has arrived for you from Lady Y/l/n." All chatter in the room ceased as Anthony had taken it upon himself to make everyone aware of the poisonous widow. The footman placed a small package on the table and exited swiftly, not wanting part in the drama that would inevitably follow.

Hyacinth approached slowly, "Anthony, it would be rude to return a gift..." His younger siblings all looked at him with curious, pleading eyes. Feeling his resolve crack, he kept the letter that accompanied the gift and handed the package to Hyacinth, who eagerly rushed to their mother.

"Well go on," he tiredly took a seat.

Violet licked her lips, Y/n had not responded to her letters, despite sending one each day since they parted. She laid awake most nights in anticipation. Pacing her room she would occasionally look out her window, wondering if this was the moment her correspondence would be returned. Now, the moment was upon her. She looked across the room. Selfishly, she wanted to open it in the privacy of her bedroom where no one could taint the precious gift from her friend. Regardless of her true desires, she began prying at the corners of the delicate packaging.

Inside was a book titled Precaution, Violet thumbed through the pages and quickly realized that there was discrete notes left on the pages, the young woman's way of secretly communicating with her. She closed it delicately and shrugged innocently towards her son. Bored, Anthony opened the letter:

Dearest Dowager Viscountess Bridgertion,

I searched long and far for a book that truly encapsulates the over zealous views of your eldest son. While he may think me cheap company, clawing at the rungs of high society to pull myself higher, I hope this book may help him make that determination. Of course, a woman as vile as myself thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I hope the gore, madness and lust brings you similar unsavory pleasure and persuades you to let me marry your Benedict... I only jest.

I do hope it is Anthony who reads this letter first, I await the day you narrate his expressions. Looking forward to your next letter.

Yours,

Lady Y/n Y/l/n.

Anthony rose and clutched the letter in a tight fist, "She must be dealt with, this is highly inappropriate," Hyacinth snatched it from his hand, nearly ripping it in two. She started reading aloud to the room and Anthony went after her. Their siblings erupted in laughter while they listened to Hyacinth. Violet hid her laugh behind a polite hand, cheeks warming at Y/n's brazenness.

Daphne giggled, "Anthony, you are the one who must apologize, you do know Lady Y/n is in the Queen's court and you have sufficiently earned the Queen's ire last season and now Lady Y/n's as well."

"I simply wish to know her intention with all this," He seethed. A hand cusped his bicep and he turned to see his lovely wife Kate coming to soothe him. He released a breath and she smiled at him, "I think it best that the Bridgerton children remain uninvolved, perhaps leave the investigation up to Penelope and I ?"

He sighed in concession, "Very well, my love."

[starrysilvalley]

Time for the secondary protagonist of this tale, Emmet! He may have a familiar face— if only he had the same understanding of himself. He occupies more of a Virgil/mentor archetype, and within the Pokémon games universe he would be the closest to a Professor role.

To emphasize again, this project takes place in distant future of the Pokémon in-game universe. The plotlines of previous games are all considered canon up until Pokémon Scarlet and Violet. Anything past that is considered non-canon within the context of Spectrum. Emmet’s place in particular was based on the context of PLA and my own interpretations/theories on the subject of the twins when playing it (mostly answering questions like “where is Emmet”, “is he in present-day Unova or another time/place entirely”, “what happened to cause the separation”, etc.)

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Emmet is an amnesiac and fugitive against the New Unova League, as well as a surrogate father to Una. Despite being a verrry blunt and open book, Emmet remains a bit of a mystery. His earliest memory is waking up in the custody of the Pokémon League with nothing but his ratty coat and hat that just so happened to have his name stitched inside. Interregators told him he was found with illegal possessions (what type of possessions, he still doesn't know) and had been conspiring to eliminate the Champion. It was only through an intervention that he was able to escape with a mysterious little girl in tow. To this day, he still has no idea where he came from before his captivity or if he has any roots somewhere in New Unova. Although there will always remain the desire to know his true self, under the current circumstances, Emmet is focused more on his found family in Una and his business partner Fajra.

Due to his experiences, Emmet has a tendency to be more reserved… at least, sometimes. He is more mischievous than he first appears and typically uses this to his advantage when faced with more sketchy characters. He is very observant, but learned that his commentary can get him into trouble. It also may just be that he has become more restrained with his trickster side in order to show a good example to the young rascal in his charge. If he wants her to follow his safety guidelines, he should probably learn to follow them himself, right?

Emmet currently only has one Pokémon— a Neo Variant Liepard. If he had any other Pokémon prior to his amnesia, he has no way of knowing where they are or what they were. He acquired Liepard during his incarceration, but he’s never spoken on the specifics of how he acquired her. Regardless, their experiences together led to a strong comradery between them. Liepard is almost always out of her pokéball and flanking his side. For whatever reason, Emmet never pursued acquiring more Pokémon and seems to avoid Pokémon battles altogether. He’s never made it clear why this is the case. However, on the rare occasion where he and Liepard do battle, they are notoriously ruthless and almost perfectly in-sync. At the very least, he has shown to have a strong knowledge of battling, even if he doesn't seek it out.

I currently do not have as many sketches of Emmet as I do Una since I'm building Una from the ground u, and I struggle to find a design/style I like for him. This sketch of the pair and their Pokémon is one of my favorites.

My one other drawing I liked was an even chibi-er version of him (I don't usually draw in chibi style, but its proven to be the easiest to use), including some character notes from the time.

I've gone back and forth on a LOT of his character since I wanted to have his character explore a twist in the themes originally given to him by the creators. I know there are theories that Emmet is meant to embody truth while his brother embodies ideals, so its been an interesting challenge to work with this character in the dystopian context where truth is oppressed and often requires characters to abandon honesty. Its also difficult because Emmet is known for his optimism and I don't want to take that from him, even in a dystopian context. I believe his upbeat/mischievous nature helps him stand out from his brother, and quite frankly, I think even dystopian worlds could use some hope. I'm just more use to writing Ingo characters rather than Emmets. I'm hoping I can do this little guy justice :’)

[in1-nutshell]

Hey, not too long ago. There was a prompt about bot crash landing on to earth and getting adopted by ten year old buddy. If requests are open, might I suggest the same prompt with Rodimus and Drift (separately).

The concept for these two interactions has been stuck in my brain for days.

Rodimus- I'm a dad now, this is my kid.

Magnus- you can barely take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of a human child.

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Drift- heeeeyyyyyy Ratchet... how do you feel about kids.

Wow! First request! I haven't put up a message for that yet...BUT consider this the first of many to come. I will be posting when the request will be open and some guidelines as soon after this posted.

Hope you enjoy this and feel free to request!

Rodimus and Drift (separately) accidentally crash lands and is slightly injured on Earth and meets a 10-year-old Human Buddy

SFW, Familial, platonic, mention of injury, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Rodimus

Rodimus groaned as he sat up feeling slight pain in his struts. He looked around him and nearly did a double take. He was on Earth. It had to be, He recognize those pine trees and fuzzy moss anywhere. Unless he was on some weird simulation, or Swearth again.

He hears a small sneeze and attempts to reach for his blaster before his wrist began to hurt. He prepares for whatever is coming his way.

A small human with a bucket filled with water waddles into his clearing. They take one look at him and waddle their way to his acheing pede and proceed to dump the water on it.

“Cold! That was cold! Why did you do that for?”--Rodimus

“You were overheating. I had to cool you down. The names Buddy by the way Mr. McQueen.”—Buddy

“McQueen? Who—nevermind. My name is Rodimus, rodimus Prime.”--Rodimus

He goes to shake Buddy’s hand but his wrist shot in pain causing him to hiss. Buddy dropped their bucket and reached into their pocket and pulled out 3 Hot Wheel bandaids and with a concentrated face began sticking them all over his servo.

“Uhhh… What are you doing?”--Rodimus

“I’m helping obviously.”--Buddy

“While I appreciate—”--Rodimus

“Shhh! Let the band aids do their thing Mr. Prime.”--Buddy

“Rodimus. Just Rodimus. Anyways where’s your parents? They should be too far.”—Rodimus

“Never met them Rodimus.”--Buddy

“Wait what?”—Rodimus

Rodimus pauses taking in that information in

He tries to lighten the mood a bit and asks Buddy some basic questions he heard that little kids liked answering.

“So, what’s your favorite color?”--Rodimus

“I like orange. Like the one on you, it’s a pretty color.”--Buddy

“It is! I always tell my friends it’s a cool color!”--Rodimus

“Oh! Do you like cheetah’s? They are like, super-duper-fast!”--Buddy

“Don’t know what that is but if its fast then it has to be awsome!”--Rodimus

“Right!”—Buddy

The two eventually fall into a nice conversation until Rodimus notices the sun fall across the horizon. He asks Buddy if they know a place where they could lie low for a bit. Buddy nods and begins walking further into the thick wood.

Rodimus slowly followed in tow.

Buddy eventually comes to an old, abandoned gas station. Good for Rodimus. No other humans to know of his existence. Buddy goes to the back and opens the back garage door. A place for Rodimus, sure a little cramped but still better than sleeping in the thick wood.

Buddy went back in the store and retrieved dozens of trash bags and a sleeping bag for their improv sleepover.

“At a sleep over, you have to tell stories before we go to sleep.”--Buddy

“Any story?”--Rodimus

“Any story.”--Buddy

“Well, I have one. Let me tell you about the time I single handedly wrestled a Sparkeater.”--Rodimus

“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds cool and creepy. Tell me!”--Buddy

To his surprise Buddy was fully interested in his stories. And it was cute to see Buddy fighting to stay awake to hear the rest of the story. They ended up falling asleep, curling next to Rodimus’s leg.

That sound? That’s definitely not Rodimus’s spark screaming at the cuteness before him. Nope, definitely not that.

Rodimus is confident that his team will find him so most of his time is spent with Buddy.

Between telling stories to one another, admitting one to the other of some loneliness before meeting the other. Rodimus defiantly pulls Buddy into a hug after one of those heavy emotion sessions about the past. It’s good for the pair.

It’s now been two weeks since Rodimus had come back to Earth. Buddy decided to take him to their favorite place to look at the stars. A little field not too far from their “home”.

Approaching the clearing, they weren’t expecting Lost Light to appear over the horizon. Rodimus was so happy to see his ship he almost forgot that Buddy was on his shoulder.

“They’re here! They’re here! Oh, I can’t wait to get back to my Captain’s chair!”--Rodimus

“Oh…”--Buddy

“And I can’t wait for you to get a mini chair next to mines!”--Rodimus

“Wait…”

“Yeah, we can have it with orange designs and all. I’m pretty sure Ten won’t have much problem doing the details on the chair.”--Rodimus

Buddy just looks at him in disbelief and in happy tears hugs the side of Rodimus’s helm.

Rodimus finally catching to the reality for Buddy pauses a bit and does his best to hug them back telling them that he wouldn’t leave them even if it made all of his reports disappear.

The Rod Pod touches down and Rodimus wastes no time in running to it with Buddy holding to his chassis.

Magnus was not prepared for Rodimus to show up with a little human.

“Rodimus—”—Ultra Magnus

“Behold the newest addition to the Lost Light!”--Rodimus

“Hi.”--Buddy

“… I’ll get the supplies ready then…”—Ultra Magnus

Rodimus explains the whole story to everyone on the Rod Pod and does the same when he gets back to the ship. Buddy is having the time of their life meeting new friends. Rodimus is glad that he managed to help his friend and hopes to give them a better life than the one they had on Earth.

Drift

Drift wakes up to a cold shudder.

He looks around at his surroundings. It looked like he was in an old barn. A cold old barn with the paint falling off just like the snow outside. He then feels a sharp pain near his pede.

It not his room or the medbay. It wasn’t even a part of the ship. He remembers… the crash… He remembered trying to send one last message to ratchet about his coordinates before he blacked out.

He goes to examine the wound when he hears little footsteps. Drift reaches for one of his swords when a little human came out of one of the barns shadows. They looked like one of the children in Swerve’s human movie night films.

The child had some protective layers on, but clearly not enough for the snow falling. They had a bunch of old miss matched blankets in their hands.

“Hi…My name is Buddy.”--Buddy

“Hello? My name is Drift.”—Drift

Drift ever dumbfounded waved back before clutching his pede in pain again. Buddy carefully puts down the blankets and slowly moves towards his pede. Drift curious slowly releases his pede and watched the human pull out some sort of wrappings and began wrapping his pede the best they could.

“Buddy, as much as I appreciate the help, that isn’t—”--Drift

“Shh!”--Buddy

“Did- did you just shush me?”--Drift

“Yes, and I’ll do it again. Shh!”--Buddy

They then grabbed the blankets and attempted to… tuck him in?

He thanked them shivering a bit feeling the cold seep in.

The human smiled and left him alone in the barn before falling into a much-needed recharge.

The next morning, Buddy returned to check back and pulled a chair to sit right next to him. The two ended up talking about how Drift had gotten to Earth and how to get him back home. Drift was surprised to see Buddy eager to help him get back home.

“C’mon Drift. Let’s help you get home. And don’t worry I won’t let any evil corrupt government spy take you.”--Buddy

“That sounded oddly specific but thanks?”--Drift

Together the two end up borrowing some tech from a nearby scrap yard to help create a distress beacon. Sure, Drift was by no means an engineer, but he hopes that his time with Perceptor will help him now.

During the next 3 weeks it goes by, Drift learns a bit about Buddy’s life. About them being an orphan and finding haven in the old crumbly barn.

Buddy learns a bit about Drift too. They learn about how he used to be a bad guy before turning good, how he made some new friends on the Lost light, and his misadventures with a medic named Ratchet.

“You really chopped the bad guy’s hands?”--Buddy

“Yeah, the were going to hurt Ratchet. I had to protect him.”--Drift

“He sounds like a nice guy. Wish I could meet him.”--Buddy

It was early dawn when Buddy woke up from a nightmare and came to Drift for comfort.

“You- you just left! You didn’t even say goodbye!”--Buddy

“Buddy, it was all a dream. A bad one. Anyways I could never leave you even if I tried to.”--Drift

“What? What about the Lost Light? What about Ratchet?”--Buddy

“… Would you like to come with me? Mean, You can say no and all—”--Drift

“YES!”--Buddy

Buddy attempts to hug Drift nodding furiously. A tearful confirmation that made the pair happy.

A sudden crackle is heard from outside the barn.

Drift is immediately up, holding Buddy close to his spark and sword in the other servo. Buddy is completely dwarfed in his servo and shakes a bit in the suspense in the air. Drift is prepared to fight whatever is outside of the barn.

Multiple footsteps are heard which only makes Drift’s grip on the sword tighten.

Then the door swings open and Drift kicks down the intruder straight in the chassis pointing the sword at them. Rodimus, on the ground groaning at the sudden attack.

“Geez Drift I know we had our differences but that was a bit harsh don’t you think?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus?”--Drift

“Drift!”--Ratchet

“Ratchet!”--Drift

“Oh thank—is that a human?”--Ratchet

“Hi… I’m Buddy. You must be Ratchet. Drift tells some of the best stories about you.”--Buddy

“Does he now?”--Ratchet

“Uh… Buddy—”--Drift

“Shh!”—Buddy and Ratchet

“I like this kid.”--Ratchet

“Are you guys my parents now?”--Buddy

“What?”—Drift and Ratchet

“What?”—Buddy

And that is how Buddy ended up joining the Lost light and how Drift and Ratchet ended up being their guardians. Never leaving Buddy alone in danger and never feeling cold again.

[honeytraits]

Searching for Love!

Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge

Born and raised in Del Sol Valley to Judith Ward and a presumed one-night stand, Modeste has been in the limelight from birth, following in her mother's footsteps as an actress.

You'll often find her strolling the streets of the Valley or enjoying San Myshuno, cameras and crowds in tow.

Modeste has a talent for embracing her fame, though it's a double-edged sword. Sims fainting? Probably near Modeste. Teens clamoring for autographs? That's Modeste. A famous baseball player caught in a steamy exchange with a Ward in her car? Definitely not Modeste.

In relationships, Modeste seeks kindness but hasn't always been treated well. A hopeless romantic, she craves attention from anyone, regardless of how they treat her.

Entry Guidelines: All Genders are welcomed, we welcome all races, etc! Be diverse! Go semi-crazy with your sims lore! Must be Young Adult/Adult sims! Humans only sadly :C I own all packs! If you have any CC, please add them in tray files or however its done, i'm not quite sure.. but make sure its maxis match! No romantic trait, everyone is looking for romance here! At least one negative trait! Add hobbies, likes & dislikes, or sim characteristics This is all for good fun and I thought this would be a great way for people to show off their sims! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! One outfit per category, please! When entering, when you pose your entry, please use the tag: #modestebachelorette or just tag me!

Contestants: 1. Cole Bautista (@simsinfinitylt) 2. Pixie O'Grady (@invisiblequeen) 3. Cassie King (@deathclawfaggot) 4. Harper Levine (@changingplumbob) 5. Skye Robin Langley (@daedriyth) 6. Plearnpichaya Petchsutee (@dridsimsheart) 7.

No deadline, I'm accepting entries until I get 7 sims! Send me a private dm so you can be slotted! First come, first serve!

Meet Modeste Ward she/her | twenty-three Pansexual

High Maintenance Snob Materialistic

likes - money, duh - ballet concerts - retail therapy - extravagant parties - expensive getaways - physical touch

dislikes - cold weather - dogs - spicy foods - her mother Judith (sometimes) - rude people

Fun Facts

Modeste knows ballet but its a hidden talent of hers She loves spoiling/being spoiled people that are close to her she wants to be a ballet dancer instead of a fashion model she's somewhat of a people pleaser to her mother and other celebrity friends she has.

….she has some mommy issues

Modeste is looking for her Miss/Mister right, will you be them?

[lovehotelreservation]

chapter eleven: pull it to the side and get all up in it summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: pg-13 story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/price previous chapter | next chapter

🤸‍♀️ A RETURN TO 141 FRIDAY YEEHAW 🤸‍♀️

thank you so much for your patience everyone !!! while progress through the remaining chapters has been slow with just Other Matters Going On For Me™, i'm happy to get further along in the story as much as i can 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

with this, i hope you enjoy this new chapter !!!

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Price was the last person anyone would ever want to get fashion advice from.

With one foot firmly–albeit with a few joint cracks here and there–set into his forties, he was already well on his way to dressing in a more fatherly style.

He had no time for the MacTavish fashions of tight shirts, mohawks, and leather jackets. Though, his style wasn’t so dire that he was diving into whatever thrift bin of obsidian that Simon reached for clothes from.

Still, at the very least, he accepted the Uniqlo coupons that an exasperated Kyle forwarded to him with grace.

“Fucking hell, boss–you’re her bodyguard, not picking her up from ballet practice.”

While his mind for fashion was far from even being close to being fully developed, if there was one style that he found himself most drawn to and curious of, it was yours.

Your sense for fashion was broad–furthered by the help of your stylists, especially for your performance outfits. With how intensive your choreography could be and how cheeky and flirtatious your songs tended to range, there was a certain style that you leaned towards, the very one he developed a name for.

The cerulean blue a-line halter cut sheer dress with an asymmetrical hem?

Tinkerbell dress.

The strapless wine red one piece with the flared skirt that stopped mid-thigh?

Tinkerbell dress.

The pink gingham little number that teasingly flaunted and emphasized your chest and thighs?

Tinkerbell dress.

Any teeny tiny outfit with that just barely covered your body–Tinkerbell.

How could he describe it as anything else? Especially with you fluttering around the stage, silky frills and lacy ribbons twirling about?

While it was easy to pass the blame onto your stylists, from what he knew, you gave the ultimate say and set down guidelines & concepts for what specific outfits you wanted most–anything to best compliment your songs and choreographies.

Off-stage however tended to yield different attires.

Today’s ensemble was of your choosing–a tank top from one of your favorite bands, denim shorts, tennis shoes, a hat, and a scrunchie for good measure. Simple and comfortable, perfect for the afternoon sun.

Simple was needed though as your day was to be dedicated to filming a Coca Cola commercial in Madrid. You would be parading around in those soldier killer boots and some form of a tiny dress in full glamour anyhow, so why stress yourself further in the morning with getting ready?

Plus–and his reason for standing watch over you on this day–you were to attend a goodwill gala later this evening, with Priscilla and Miller set to participate as well.

A family reunion that he would get to witness.

Along with keeping Priscilla and Miller abreast of how things have been since you were under 141’s protection–especially with how much you needed to continue being under their watch and care.

For now though, he would stand by beneath a pop-up tent, a chilled coconut water in hand to fend off the Madrid summer heat as he watched you dance through the blocked off street with dancers in tow, cameras of all types keeping trained on you.

The very end of the commercial was supposed to finish off with one of the dancers handing you a Coke bottle to drink.

So far, this particular take was proceeding as planned, up until the dancer in question accidentally tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and ended up spilling soda all over the top of your dress in a messily grand fashion.

“Cut! Cut! Can we get stylists here immediately?!” The director roared from his seat.

While you were comforting the dancer with giggles, you took a moment to then turn towards the camera, presenting your now soaked and sticky chest.

“Will this boost sales?”

There was suddenly coconut water all over Price’s hand.

His expression was neutral even after the plastic packaging of his drink was spontaneously crushed in an instant.

It was no wonder you had so many men under your thrall.

If he were of the same age as your average fanboy, he would also be compiling clips of your most suggestive and daring dance moves in 4K. Should he prefer to keep it to a more age appropriate approach, he would be cutting up magazines to savor any photoshoot you were in to put up on his garage wall.

Though, he already had a collection started, thanks to the growing collection of your most salacious photocards that he kept tucked away in his wallet.

As the former Captain watched as you were instructed to return to your trailer so your stylists could help clean you up, your chest and dress still sticky with Coke, he stroked his bearded chin with his dry hand in pondering thought.

Perhaps Captain Hook had the right idea to keep Tinkerbell trapped in that lantern.

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captain johnathandere price era truly begins

couldn't help but pay respects to a certain clip with this chapter !!! 🥤🥥

tysm again for reading !!! i hope to return with the next chapter by valentine's day !!!

- chapter title: wild voice tearing me apart - chapter focus: gaz

[sandandlightning]

Let's talk about Wicca

Had a really weird interaction the other day. I don't know if I am Too Young™ or Too Old™ or what, but basically I ran into someone trying to... cancel it? The whole thing? I... have not heard that one before, so I wanted to ask? Talk about it? Start a conversation? Figure out a general what the fuck? Something. It left me a bit shook tbh. More details below the cut on my experiences if interested.

So what have y'all's experiences been? I want to hear from people. Has wicca treated you well? Poorly? Was it an awkward stepping stone to more focused disciplines like it was for many people I know? Was it where you settled? Did you interact with both good and bad groups? Is this 'canceling' of wicca a thing the kids are doing these days? Or another gen are doing these days? Like I just... I guess, I want to know where the fuck this all came from, because outside of a rep of being 'babys first magic time' I hadn't been aware of it being Problematic™

It started when I mentioned researching wicca in my early teens and preteens as many witches in my day did when on the start of their journeys. Not even saying that I practiced it (well, got cut off before I could say much) just mentioned it being a pool i was sticking a tow into to educate myself. Didn't huh, didn't think this would be controversial?

I was interrupted with a 'SO GLAD I never had to deal with any of that messed up stuff LOL' I was really thrown. No religion is perfect, wicca is no exception, but that was pretty harsh. I asked, and I got a lecture about how it was 'basically just an elitist cult started by two white guys appropriating a bunch of things from different cultures.'

So you know 0 to 90 a bit. No pulling punches. Aite.

Don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware that wicca is a neopagan movement that is incredibly modern and has cherry picked certain practices from our (or well, certain groups) ancestors. Like any movement there are groups that are catty and snobby and elitist, and ones that are chills and loosey goosey. Also you know, definitionally, most religions are started when 'some guy decided to write some shit down' it's what you do with that information that gives it meaning.

I never once interacted with wicca in a way that made it 'culty'. Vast majority of people I knew were solo practitioners int he late 90s through 2010s. Most people recognized it as a structure guideline and didn't yell at people for not following things to a letter- it just became a popular format for eclectic work that gave people *some* common ground while letting you plug in the obscure deities from different pantheons you clicked with without going the full reconstructionist route. That's how it was for me.

I never identified as a 'wiccan' but I definitely adopted lots of 'wiccan practices'. I like the wheel of the year- mostly because I live in a deciduous, four seasons environment and relate to Kemetic and fertile crescent gods with different seasons. It's easier for me to sort of match them to these 'weather appropriate holidays' than celebrate harvests in February on a Kemetic calendar.

I did but heads with the 'fluffy bunny' movement- dunno how much of a thing that still is or isn't. I'm pro curse, I'm also pro curse responsibly. I don't think I'm going to get karmic retribution for once again asking the spirits to do something about uh, certain politicians, ya know? I consider my 'cure' work more of a user feedback for karma to better identify appropriate targets. But it used to be a THING that people would like, completely patricide you if you 'used black magic' etc etc. burning some energy hoping a guy who cut me off in traffic get stopped at every red light is not really... Uh... Damnation worthy i don't think tho.

But this didn't seem to be about that? It seemed to be about well one, claims of cultural appropriation- which... I feel like in this case is just throwing that word around so you are harder to argue with. I mean I guess technically but also it's white people pulling from their own white ancestors so I am legit confused. It also falls into the category of 'america and Europe have very different relationships with their folk traditions and paganism' thing a lot of Americans aren't aware of. Like sure, we watered some stuff down, but wicca to me was always presented specifically as a like... Frame work, not end all be all?

It was also presented as people publishing these things wholly with malicious intent. Honestly? No idea. By the time I worked with wicca it was so divorced from the source material and it's own thing I legitimately don't know how to factor this. Best I could come up with was the sort of harry potter fan vs Rowling being a terf thing- some people are refusing to let her ruin this thing important to them and making it their own. Just because a guy started it at a time doesn't mean the modern variant is at all reflective of its current practice.

This interaction came off to me, honestly, as someone with a lot of ingrained elitism favoring only 'pure reconstruction' practice. Obviously, I did not like the implication I was lessor/naive/had done something wrong for so much as learning about a practice. That's... A dangerous hot take right there. Even if something isn't perfect you can learn from it, even if you don't use anything from it. Like... Come one.

[lightbubbee]

can someone remind me to make

1.) a comic where paintbrush gets their ass got while away in purgatory mansion. their body gets brought back to hotel oj by fan and test tube (mebby with the purgatory polycule in tow) and THATs what gets lb to lock tf in (possible song guideline)

2.) a comic that basically boils down to paintbrush and lightbulb were not created, dynamically speaking, to like eachother. they were made to constantly be generating petty and digestible noncomplex arguments that in turn generate content, and not much beyond that. but they like/love each other anyway. a show of how the characters are people, not just characters or something

[spoonfulofmilo]

I really want to see the arthur leclerc x verstappen! male! reader since we dont have much of him

okay, if you want something driver based instead of this mafia fic, I will be writing it at some point :)

also sorry this took me so long to get out I tossed a few options here and there before deciding on this one :)

Okay I came up with this so it’s a little different to the original moodboard, but if you want something accurate to the moodboard, see here

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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Also…i know there’s all the shit going around about christian horner, i just want to say that i don’t condone his actions at all, and while I have left him in this fic, I am separating the character from the person.

also warnings: death, general mafia shittiness, homophobia, bad dad jos

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

“Ermitage will be safe for you, Y/N. It has kept Max safe for years and I trust their teachers. Professor Marko, who will teach english, Professor Horner who will teach history and public speaking, and Professor Dominicelli who is the head teacher all sing their praises of Max, and have helped your admission into the school. The school does not regularly take students mid year, however based on your prior behaviour and safety. I needed to send you here.”

Y/N scoffed at his fathers words. His ‘prior behaviour’ wasn’t all that bad. Max had been sent to this school for an arson attack that had almost resulted in the deaths of 5 people, including 3 of his dad’s own men. He was being sent to this school for running away from his bodyguards, drinking and making out with a boy. But Max was his father’s golden boy, and Y/N was the spare in case a rival gang took out Max. And he was sure that Max despised the 2 of the professors, based on his letters to Y/N. He seemed to adore Professor Horner, so maybe that would be Y/N’s respite.

As the car pulled up in front of the school and crunched on the gravel driveway, Y/N took a minute to admire it.

He smiled as he saw the young children running around near the junior school. He got out of the car, smiling as he felt the warm French sum combined with a small breeze. The car had pulled up on the other side of the driveway, in between 2 other buildings. One looked very traditional, however there had clearly been an extension or five as parts looked very modern with a lot of glass. The other building was gorgeous. The other building was very traditional, looking like one of Jos’ summer houses in Denmark, all white and clearly spacious, however it had a metal spiral staircase on the outside that led to the roof. Jos would’ve killed a builder if that had been left there at their house. It made the building look less professional, and even Y/N wasn’t sure that he liked it.

Y/N watched as 3 men came out from the doors of the building. The 2 in front, both had greying hair and stern expressions, whispering amongst each other, while making disgusted looks towards Y/N. The third looked a little younger and shorter, with grey hair, attempting to look serious and stern as he walked towards the 2 with Y/N’s big brother in tow. Y/N smiled as his brother walked out with the teachers. He looked happy and better and less like he’d just torched a building than the last time he had seen him. Max whispered something in the younger man’s ears and the mask of sterness dropped to smile at the boy.

The group reached the pair of Verstappens, and Max let his guard down a little after shaking hands with their dad to give his baby brother a big bear hug, and provide some intel.

“Who’d he catch you with, huh?”

“Liam. At least it wasn’t bloody Frederik or he’d be here to inform you that I got caught up in the crossfire of a shooting and my funeral is tomorrow.”

“It was simply a matter of time. Anyway, you will like it here. Try and steer clear of Marko, he is incredibly strict and if it was still legal he would hang you from your arms from the roof until your shoulders dislocated. You will barely see Dominicelli, he just rocks up to greet you now, and you will never see him again. Horner is also our housemaster. He’s amazing. He’ll like you. He kinda adopted me after I told him how much of an asshole dear father is.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiled tensely as he pulled himself out of his brother’s hug and turned to greet the 3 strangers.

The first one looked old, as in old enough to retire, and had a stern face, as in someone who would scold you for laughing too hard. Someone after his fathers’ own heart he presumed. He held his hand out, and the man took it,  shook it once, and then dropped his hand, as if disgusted to be touching ‘someone like Y/N’. So an old homophobe then. He then turned around and started talking to Jos, and  Y/n tried to eavesdrop as he met the other men.

“Lawson has been dealt with, I’m just concerned about…”

The 2nd man, held out his hand and shook Y/n’s twice which was an improvement, at least until he dropped it. 

“...he sort of always showed signs but I never thought…”

Then he tried to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants.

“...The Mercedes guys were there, if they had realised who he was…”

Y/N picked it up, and looked down at the ground, slightly awkward, unsure of what to do as the final teacher approached him.

“...Hamilton is pissed, one of his men was caught in the crossfire of trying to get Y/N out…”

Professor Horner immediately engulfed him in a tight hug.

“...see the problem is I can’t explain to anyone why they were shot in a random club on a random thursday to get my son out…”

It was the first time for a long time that Y/N was getting a hug from someone older like her dad’s age. He was so shocked that he missed the next part of Jos and Helmut’s conversation and strained to hear the next part.

“...i can’t tell them my son was in there…so now it looks like i shot up a nightclub for no reason…”

Christian started reassuring him in his ears about how he was safe here and whatnot, but all Y/N was thinking was about how he was preventing him from properly eavesdropping the conversation

“...No, no one important, a lackyman, Aron or something…”

Y/N could feel his heart drop. Paul was dead? He’d known Liam was dead, Jos had used him as an example, but he hasn’t even known that Paul was at the nightclub.

“...it’s done, there’s 2 dead bodies to dispose of, which im gonna do when i get back, but just keep an eye on him please…”

Christian seemed to realise the internal struggle that Y/N was having and started hugging him tighter to make him feel better.

“...He’s gonna get everyone killed and he will only realise when he loses his brother the consequences his actions have…”

‘I KNOW WHAT CONSEQUENCES MY ACTIONS HAVE DAD, YOU KILLED MY KIND OF BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF ME!’ Y/N wanted to scream at his dad, but that would make him realise that he was eavesdropping and why he was actually here.

Christian felt him tense and tried to sooth him into the hug.

“Alright, that’s enough, Christian, how about we head inside?”

—

Arthur could recognise the boy walking in, but he couldn’t see the father which would help if he could work out why his body was in fight and flight mode as the boy had seen him, waved and smiled at him.

A memory flashed, of a meeting him and all his brothers together in a meeting room, as their father ran them through their highest enemies. He could remember the smile of a kid his age. He remembered Lorenzo asking how a 5 year old could be a threat…he doesn’t remember the rest or why this kid is a threat, but he remembers the goofy smile, the smile that was being flashed his way now, and the eyes that held so much happiness that seemed to hold a lot more pain now.

He couldn’t remember why this kid was in the powerpoint, so he supposed it was okay and irrelevant and smiled back, before being hurried on by Lorenzo.

---

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IDW'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, ISSUE 75 - THOUGHTS

WARNING: MAJOR Spoilers Ahead!!!

Hoooo boy. They promised us a big one, and boy did they deliver.

Not just in size, though it is a long issue, but also in terms of stakes, energy, action - this baby's got it all.

On the art side of things, we've got Min Ho Kim continuing to deliver their stellar Sonic Channel-type work in the first half, with Evan Stanley jumping in to do pencils in the later parts of the book. Of course, the shift is noticeable, but Stanley still brings her absolute best here, implementing everything she's learned in all of her recent art studies, and it shows.

The best way I can think to put it is that her art has a much clearer element of that specific flavor of Sonic edge at play.

Reggie Graham continues to deliver perfect Sonic-style colors, with Nathalie Fourdraine contributing as well, presumably toward the end, since the later parts of this issue use a lot of heavy oranges and reds, which she tends to do very well with.

The story opens up with all the energy the last issue ended on, with the Restoration Shuttle careening on a crash course into Central City. Before it even gets around to resolving that plot hook, however, it pays off some plot threads that we've all been waiting to see for a long time.

Sonic vs. Clutch

It's kind of incredible how long Clutch has been acting as the current main villain of this comic without ever once running into the main hero. Finally, in the climactic issue of the Phantom Riders arc, and the entire Clean Sweepstakes saga, these two meet face-to-face. And Sonic, who normally loves his banter and introductions... isn't really having it. Clutch tries to do the villain-meets-hero dialogue, tries to play this off like he has some kind of position of power to play from, but Sonic just jumps straight into the beatdown. Desperate times, I suppose.

I do have to give Clutch this much, though - while he can't keep pace with Sonic, even a little bit, he does manage to keep Sonic on his toes with just his gun-cane. Still, it's clear that, despite all his bravado, he's vastly outmatched. Without all the plans and operatives and resources to manipulate, Clutch is ultimately just... a guy. And Sonic faces down actual gods on a pretty regular basis. For their entire showdown, the writing is kind of on the wall, with Sonic clearly having things in the bag until the arrival of...

Surge and Eggman

Yeah, it isn't long before both Surge and Dr. Eggman show up to address their own beefs with Clutch. Eggman especially gets a cool little entrance, with the Eggstreme Gear turning into a remote-control mech, telling us that Eggman has been watching the listening in this entire time. Resourceful devil, ain't he? The four parties quickly break out in a no-holds-barred brawl, with everyone wanting a piece of Clutch for different reasons, and Clutch using the few resources he has left in one last desperate bid to take back the upper hand.

Quick note: I love the little detail of Clutch's remote control for the Shuttle's weapons being one of the old Dreamcast VMU Cards.

Still, it's clear he's living on borrowed time, as Surge pushes herself to her limit shock him and Sonic into submission with a big, flashy finisher attack that I hope so, so badly we get to see her use again in future issues.

Interestingly enough, this sees Sonic pretty clearly losing this fight, which I thought he wasn't allowed to do, per SEGA's guidelines. Often when they want to create tension they find clever workarounds to keep Sonic from being able to see a fight to the finish, but nah, I'd say this loss is pretty cut-and-dry. Which is cool! We're getting to do more with the character! This will hopefully give us some more compelling drama in future stories.

Ultimately, Eggman, piloting a robot powered by electricity, is the last man standing, and takes off with Clutch in tow, with his intentions for the Opossum unclear.

And so, the last we see of Clutch the Opossum is him being hauled away as a prisoner of the Eggman Empire. That... probably isn't good for him. This gives us our final showdown with the big bad, but that's only half the plot!

The Crashing of the Restoration Shuttle

Not only do we have a massive airship falling at terminal velocity toward one of the most densely populated cities in the world, but some of our key players are still trapped inside!

Luckily, with a little cooperation, Tails, Amy, and co. are able to escape the engine room and make their way to to the Shuttle's bridge. They even manage to get Rough & Tumble on board!

It's funny that they were ultimately just working for Clutch because they thought he was going to give them legitimate work, and then didn't know they were allowed to quit when things got shady. I do have to wonder, though, is this truly the heel-face turn they claim it is? Did Vanilla the Rabbit truly scare them straight?

I mean, I know I'd be more than willing to do anything she-

(Tay was arrested while typing this sentence. The rest of this review was written after serving his 10,000 year sentence in Time Jail.)

Ahem.

Anyway, despite their best efforts, the heroes aren't able to make it to the bridge in time to hack into the controls and alter the ship's course. That's when the day is saved by...

The People, baby!!!

Also Jet the Hawk helped, I guess.

I love this. The little guys, the average Joes, with no superpowers, just surprisingly common flying cars, banding together to help the heroes, the titans of the series, achieve what they could never hope to on their own. This is extraordinarily my shit.

Still, it's not enough. Even the combined strength of the masses can't stop the Shuttle from coming down, they can only change its destination. So Jewel makes a difficult call.

They're going to drop it on Restoration HQ, obliterating it entirely...

The headquarters are built in the ruins of Emeraldville, which was destroyed back in Sonic Forces, so the area isn't actively populated the way Central City is, but... There are still people there.

So Sonic, employing some quick thinking, plays on Jet's competitive pride, and goads him into a wager to see who can save the most people.

It's a really great little interaction, playing heavily off of the unique dynamic between these two characters. Through this, Sonic and Jet are able to rescue every last person in Restoration HQ before the Shuttle explodes. Belle even manages to get in and repair Motobud last minute!

Another quick side-tangent, it is neat to be directly shown how close Emeraldville was to Central City. It seems to be one of the city's suburbs, sort of like Emerald Town. I had always assumed that Emeraldville was on an island, but if this Central City is the same Central City that's the capital of the United Federation, that more likely places it on a Continent. Yeah, we only ever see animal people in this Central City, and animal people mostly live on the islands, yadda yadda yadda...

But I figure IDW just still hasn't gotten the go-ahead to show human characters other than Eggman yet, and that this is meant to be the United Federation's Central City, we've just only been shown parts that happen to have more animal people in them. Who knows. Still, it's a neat bit of worldbuilding to see just how close by Restoration HQ was.

Of course, there is one more snag to deal with, and that's...

Mimic's Reveal

The gig is finally up. The Diamond Cutters are on their way to assist during all the fighting, when...

Clutch blows Mimic's cover calling for backup.

I'll be honest, after all the careful subterfuge, to have Mimic ultimately outed this way was... kind of anticlimactic. I guess they just weren't very interested in telling the story of Mimic as a double agent anymore, and were more ready to get to the character drama his reveal caused. And it does that pretty well!

I love Lanolin's reaction in these panels. It conveys so beautifully the shutdown she experiences as she plays back in her head every single time she took Duo's side over Tangle's and Whisper's and even Silver's. I mean, she kicked him out of the Diamond Cutters over this! Every bad decision she's made as leader is crashing down on her, and you can see it.

Mimic does ultimately escape and the Diamond Cutters do ultimately reconcile, at least enough to help rescue all the civilians trapped beneath the collapsing Extreme Gear course, but... Man, I just wish there could have been just one more page building up Mimic's reveal. Something other than "He forgot to put his phone on silent." Oh well, we got good stuff out of it regardless.

Finally, after all is said and done, the day is saved, Restoration HQ is destroyed, but the people of the Restoration are still around to rebuild, and our heroes take a well-earned break...

But things can't be that easy, can they?

Nah, Sonic and Tails return to Tails' lab to discover...

The Chaos Emerald they had found back in Issue #68 is gone.

It doesn't seem to be a case of the Emeralds randomly moving themselves, either. Tails' lock appears to have been picked - somebody stole this thing, and...

Well, you know me. I love conflicts revolving around individual Emeralds instead of all of them at once. It really makes 'em feel like the big deal that "the key to UItimate Power" should be.

And that's the cliffhanger they end us on.

I have my theories about where there Emerald went. They largely tie into the covers for the upcoming Chasing Shadows special, which mostly seem to feature Shadow holding a Chaos Emerald. Specifically the yellow one, which is the one that Tails had. So, I figure, wherever this upcoming Shadow story takes place, that's likely where it ended up. How it got there is a different question entirely, and I'm excited to see what kind of answer we get.

I'd... be lying if I said I wasn't also just partly excited to be getting a Shadow-centric story for the first time in IDW's run. Gimme my edgy boy!!!!

All-in-all, this was a truly spectacular issue. Easily my favorite of the big "Season Finale" style issues that we've gotten so far. The action, the stakes, the character drama, the art, all of it is the absolute best we've gotten from this comic to date. I have no trouble saying Extreme Competition and Phantom Riders have been my favorite arcs in the series so far, and this was a perfect way to send them off. I'm really, really, excited to see what's next, and what comes of the implications.

And I get to find out... immediately!

Issue 76 has been out for a little over an hour now, I've just been too busy writing this review to go read it!

So I'm gonna go do that!

Thanks for reading!

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Safely Shipping Tips: How Frequent You Need to Replace a Tire

Understanding when to replace your tires is crucial for maintaining the safety and performance of your vehicle, especially when preparing for transport. While there’s no one-size-fits-all answer to how often tires need replacement, several factors influence their lifespan.

Mileage is often used as a general guideline for tire replacement. On average, tires last between 25,000 to 50,000 miles. However, this can vary greatly depending on the type of tire, driving conditions, and maintenance practices. High-performance tires, for example, may wear out faster than all-season tires.

Age is another critical factor. Even if a tire hasn’t reached its mileage limit, it may need replacement due to age-related deterioration. Many manufacturers recommend replacing tires that are 6-10 years old, regardless of tread depth. This is because the rubber compounds in tires break down over time, even if the tire isn’t being used.

Tread depth is perhaps the most immediate indicator of when a tire needs replacement. In the United States, tires are legally required to have at least 2/32 inch of tread depth. However, performance begins to decline well before this point, especially in wet conditions. Many experts recommend considering replacement when the tread depth reaches 4/32 inches.

Driving habits and conditions significantly impact tire lifespan. Frequent hard braking, aggressive cornering, and driving on rough roads can accelerate tire wear. Similarly, extreme temperatures, both hot and cold, can affect tire longevity.

Proper maintenance can extend tire life. Regular rotation, proper inflation, and wheel alignment can help tires wear more evenly and last longer. Conversely, neglecting these maintenance tasks can lead to premature tire wear and the need for early replacement.

The type of vehicle and how it’s used also play a role. Heavy vehicles put more stress on tires, as does carrying or towing heavy loads. Performance vehicles may require more frequent tire replacements due to the demands placed on the tires.

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Lastly, consider your driving needs. If you frequently drive in adverse weather conditions or rely on your vehicle for critical transportation, you may want to replace your tires earlier to maintain optimal performance and safety.

Before transporting your vehicle, it’s especially important to assess your tires’ condition. The stress of transport can exacerbate existing tire issues. If your tires are nearing the end of their lifespan, considering replacement before transport can prevent potential problems and give you peace of mind.

Why proper tire pressure matters more than you think—especially when shipping using an open air car shipping! Ever wonder why your car's tires keep losing air? Discover the secret!

Checking Sidewall Tires for Wear and Tear

Examining the sidewalls of your tires is a crucial part of tire maintenance, particularly when preparing your vehicle for transport. The sidewall, which is the outer face of the tire between the tread and the bead, plays a vital role in supporting the weight of your vehicle and maintaining tire shape. Damage or wear in this area can compromise the tire’s structural integrity and potentially lead to tire failure.

Start your inspection by cleaning the sidewalls. A damp cloth can help remove dirt and grime, making it easier to spot any issues. Once clean, visually inspect the entire sidewall, looking for any abnormalities.

One of the most common issues to look for is cracking. Small cracks in the sidewall, often referred to as weather checking or ozone cracking, can occur due to exposure to the elements over time. While minor cracking may not require immediate action, deep or extensive cracking is a sign that the tire needs replacement.

Bulges or blisters on the sidewall are serious red flags. These protrusions indicate that the internal structure of the tire has been compromised, often due to impact damage. A tire with a bulge or blister is at high risk of sudden failure and should be replaced immediately.

Look for any cuts or gouges in the sidewall. Even if these don’t penetrate all the way through the rubber, they can weaken the tire’s structure. Deep cuts that expose the tire’s internal components require immediate tire replacement.

Pay attention to any signs of scuffing or excessive abrasion on the sidewall. This can occur from rubbing against curbs and can weaken the tire over time. While minor scuff marks may not be cause for concern, deep or extensive abrasion may necessitate replacement.

Examine the area where the sidewall meets the tread. Any separation in this area, often visible as a bulge or distortion, indicates internal damage and requires immediate replacement.

Check for any signs of dry rot, which appears as a fine network of small cracks covering a large area of the sidewall. This is often due to age or prolonged exposure to sunlight and ozone. Tires showing signs of dry rot should be replaced, even if they still have adequate tread depth.

Look for any discoloration or fading on the sidewall. While this doesn’t necessarily indicate a problem, it can be a sign of age or exposure to harsh conditions, which might warrant a closer inspection of the tire’s overall condition.

Don’t forget to check both the outer and inner sidewalls of each tire. The inner sidewall can sometimes sustain damage that’s not immediately visible from the outside of the vehicle.

Pay attention to any unusual wear patterns on the edge of the sidewall where it meets the tread. Excessive wear in this area can indicate alignment issues or chronic under-inflation.

Lastly, take note of any objects lodged in the sidewall. While it’s more common to find puncturing objects in the tread, occasionally they can become embedded in the sidewall. Unlike tread punctures, sidewall damage generally cannot be repaired safely, and the tire will need to be replaced.

Remember, the sidewall is a critical component of your tire’s structure. Any significant damage or wear in this area is cause for concern, especially when preparing for vehicle transport. If you’re unsure about the condition of your tire sidewalls, it’s best to consult with a professional tire technician for a thorough inspection and advice.

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Master List

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Elriel:

Rated: Explicit

Status: In Progress Multi-Chapter

Summary:

After nearly losing both her sisters once again, Elain Archeron decides to take the growth of her powers into her own hands. Things may not be going as she would have hoped, but when the Crown is stolen, it is finally time for Elain to serve her court and show her family what she can do. The search for the Crown winds up being a job for the seer and the shadowsinger, the male she has fallen for but barely spoken to after an unrequited wish for a kiss. Azriel has been careful to stay away from Elain, trying his best to follow his High Lord's orders. But as they are forced to work together to protect their court, his resolve begins fading more quickly than he can manage. As they search for the Crown, they become trapped in a castle of treachery, vengeance, and twisted fates. If they cannot find their way out of it, they risk becoming lost there forever, or killed. And if they can't keep their hands off each other, they might finally have to face the mountain of obstacles standing in their way at the home that awaits them.

Click here to read on AO3

Click here for the chapter list

Rated: Explicit

Status: Completed Multi-Chapter

Summary:

Elain Archeron has been split into pieces. After falling for Azriel, the broody and mysterious Illyrian male, they steal a quiet moment late in the night on Solstice. She was certain their feelings were mutual, but his rejection sends her into a tailspin. Lost, heartbroken, and confused, Elain wonders if she has truly gone mad once again. With the pressure of her mating bond, threats looming over the Inner Circle's shoulder, and the weight of her visions on her shoulders, Elain struggles to keep her spirits up. Little does she know that Azriel, after being ordered by his High Lord to stay away from her, has been concocting a secret plan to change the tides and give them a chance at happiness. If he can find what he is looking for, it will change everything.

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Click here for the chapter list

Rated: Explicit

Status: In Progress Multi-Chapter

Summary:

Elain is a labor and delivery nurse at Velaris Memorial Hospital. Despite her chaotic and exhausting schedule, there is nothing she craves more than stability. Set guidelines. She never makes a decision if she isn't certain of the outcome. Newly engaged to Graysen Nolan, she's on track to have everything she ever wanted, even if it doesn't feel exactly how she imagined it would. Azriel is a world renowned photojournalist on the front lines of war, humanitarian crises, and the parts of life that most people turn away from. He's traveled from country to country and lived out of hotels for years on end. His life is all risk, no rest, and no looking back. But lately, the thrill of the job isn't enough to keep him distracted from the demons he's been running from. When Azriel takes a six month corporate photography contract to help his brothers rebuild Velaris Memorial Hospital's reputation, he crosses paths with Elain Archeron. On the surface, they couldn't be more different. But as layers peel away, their similar aches and dreams draw them together. But as their connection deepens while time counts down on Azriel's contract, and Elain's fiancé urges her to start planning the wedding, they tow a dangerous line.

Click here to read on AO3

*This is part three of a three part, three brothers and three sisters series

Feysand:

Rated: Explicit. Please read the warning tags on AO3!

Status: In Progress Multi-Chapter

Summary:

Feyre Archeron is an art therapist for the children's cancer wing at Velaris Memorial Hospital. After leaving her abusive fiancé and moving back in with her sisters, her plans to heal and move on with peace and privacy go up in flames when women begin to come forward with sexual harassment allegations against her ex, Tamlin Thornwood. Rhysand Noctis is the owner and CEO of Eventide Enterprises. After losing his mother to cancer, he has felt adrift. No amount of money and acclaim has been able to give him the sense of home and belonging he has lost. When an old family rival, Tamlin Thornwood, is tangled up in a scandal and lawsuits, Rhysand learns that Velaris Memorial Hospital is in trouble. The only non-profit hospital in Velaris, which cared for his mother, has lost all its donors and board members. Rhys decides to purchase the hospital and dedicate his time to restoring its reputation and making it a safe place for women and the community of Velaris to work and receive affordable care. A chance encounter sends Feyre and Rhys colliding with each other before they realize how inextricably their personal and professional lives are already intertwined.

*This is part one of a three part, three brothers and three sisters series

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Nessian:

Rated: Explicit. Please read the warning tags on AO3!

Status: In Progress Multi-Chapter

Summary:

Nesta Archeron doesn't need anyone to take care of her. After losing both her parents at age eighteen, she gave up her dreams of going to law school and worked her way up with nothing more than a high school diploma and unmatched grit to become the head of public relations at Velaris Memorial Hospital. When Tamlin Thornwood scandalizes VMH, she has to work closely with new ownership to save it. She has full confidence in herself and her plan. However, Eris Vanserra, her rival at SkyView, is out for blood after Nesta won over the youngest Vanserra to VMH. And she now has to answer to Cassian- a man she has already sworn to hate before learning his name. Cassian has a chip on his shoulder in an industry where name, money, and education is everything. And restoring the reputation and the financial security of VMH is personal to him. Complicating matters is Nesta Archeron, the fiery PR director working side by side with him to ensure the Starfall Ball is a massive success. Difficulty maintaining their professional lines is fueled by both hate and attraction. But as layers peel back, they learn that they have more in common than they thought. But lines are crossed that might be impossible to come back from.

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*This is part two of a three part, three brothers and three sisters series

Short Form (poetry, drabble, one-shots):

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Elain escapes to the Dawn Court for one evening, hoping to ease the pain of her broken heart with the distraction of a ball. But Azriel, the very shadowsinger she has sworn to forget, has followed her. And he isn't too keen on letting other males put their hands on the Night Court seer.

Click here to read on AO3

In Time: @elainarcheronweek 2024

Read poem here

Before The Night Ends: A Solstice collaboration with @theseersgarden

Art by Lulybot commissioned by TheSeersGarden found here

Read the fic inspired by the art here

A Rainy Day in Velaris: Elain Aecheron inbox request

Read drabble here

Art:

Elain Archeron Portrait: @elainarcheronweek 2024 here

Azriel In The Corner Losing His Religion: here

Feysand Coffee Shop Meet-Cute, Velaris Memorial Hospital: here

Elriel Cutting the Thread: here

[lonestarbattleship]

I almost forgot the crew at Battleship New Jersey has announced they will be heading to drydock!

I know Ryan Szymanski, the museum curator, has said numerous times on their YouTube channel, they were following Battleship Texas's dry docking as a model for when it was Battleship New Jersey's turn. The guidelines from the Navy recommended a museum ship to be drydocked every 20 years and New Jersey is 12 years overdue.

In his video below, New Jersey will go to the drydock in the former Philadelphia Navy Yard. This is the same drydock used for her fitting out back during WWII.

From what he says, it looks like the work to be performed is mainly maintenance and to insure the material stability of her hull in fresh water. I'm sure there will be other things they will do as well. But it will not be as intensive as Texas, since she's in better condition. The

Battleship New Jersey is set to be towed to drydock in 2024, although an exact date isn't set yet. It will depend on the availability of the drydock. The current plans are during the museum's slow periods, i.e. the winter months. So likely first and fourth quarters. The whole process will take about 8 weeks.

I wish all the best for Battleship New Jersey and her staff!

You can read more about it here, link.

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