#Free Video Meeting Tools

[never-quite-buried]

Why tiktok is more than a dance trend app.

And my own thoughts…

I’ve struggled with feelings of helplessness through the genocide in Gaza but tiktok has given us hope in the dark times. Through sounds and filters even those of us who were struggling financially ourselves were able to help. Watching videos all the way through to get them their lil payout, using sounds and streaming songs, playing with filters, it all accumulated to real tangible aid. When tiktok shop rolled out it became almost annoyingly omnipresent but activists found a way to make it work for themselves. Content on Gaza was not getting the reach it had been so they utilized the algorithim and used shop posts to get their message out to a wider audience as shop videos are given more push. They would advertise Palestinian owned businesses to generate larger cashflows to affected families and then donate their sponsorship money to charities delivering aid on the ground while giving updates on the crisis and other resources to help.

And they are ripping that support network away because they do not like how we are speaking or what we do when we assemble together. Through Operation Olive Branch and the TikTok intiative Pass The Hat i saw gfms that were stagnant be filled within a week or less, most of them well over 100k+ a piece. And when they met their goals the creators sponsored a new family and fundraised for them until that one was full. MILLIONS were raised for evacuation funds through tiktok.

We are STILL fundraising for them and the US gov is cutting us off BECAUSE OF THIS. AIPAC lobbyists were caught on hot mics saying tiktok needed to go because of our sympathy for the Palestinians. This ban, should it go through, will be inextricably tied to the Palestinian genocide in our history books.

[marsbotz]

oh my glorpppp i just thought abt my mc ocs again. THE AGONY

[scumvsss]

Disciple Shen Yuan (during disciple Shen Jiu era) who accidentally became the Divination Peak's head disciple bc he worked so hard and used all his meta knowledge, just so he could make a video-based divination system that shows the future. The Peak Lords were all appropriately impressed and this seals Shen Yuan as the next Divination Peak Peak Lord. A lot of pre-canon problems get solved. It becomes a world-changing invention.

Shen Yuan made it just to watch the endings of all his favorite animes.

Just. The hilarity of Peak Lord Shen Yuan becoming this mysterious genius Seer, sought after by the entire cultivational world. And then he just locks himself inside, pretending to be "prophesizing" or something. He's a full blown NEET at this point. He completely misses Shen Jiu's entry to the sect bc he was too busy "dvining" the next episode of Frieren Beyond the Journey's End. The next time he comes out, its with some vague words of valuing time spent with your peers.

The Qing Generation Peak Lords immediately listens to him and are now doing constant meet ups as the equivalent of team bulding exercises. The Shen Qingqiu rumors get solved. Shen Jiu is appropriately wary of this seemingly all knowing Peak Lord whom everyone listens to. And yet he also considers. Someone who can see the future? Someone who can SPEAK of the future they see and CHANGE it? Oh? Someone who can see all possible threats? What do you mean he can also divine your past? Past as in blackmail material?

Shen Jiu, in a fit of genius proving his right to be called the sect strategist, decides he'll have to test tf outta Shen Yuan to see if he can trust him (and sj is also low key terrified and hateful bc here is someone who can ruin everything he's ever done and he will NOT just let it be tyvm) and so Shen Jiu just. Does some minor (extensive) background search. And tries ro get Shen Yuan to snap. Yeah, that's right. Just annoy the scary all-seeing dude.

Shen Yuan eventually gets super annoyed, his inner internet troll has been desperately struggling to get free for YEARS, and now here's a convenient target who totally deserves it. Shen-Shixiong you total prick, why do you keep digging up everything about Shen Yuan!

So. In a fit of similar genius spiked with way too much pettiness, Shen Yuan goes "You little prick, lets see how you like it when YOUR privacy gets invaded!" and promptly plays a random scene from Shen Jiu's future ala projector style while they were in a Peak Lord meeting.

Shen Yuan made sure its nothing distressing or embarassing, he's petty not cruel! Except he did this by just doing a routine surface level scan of the emotions involved, and it was on "happy." Shen Yuan, a fuerdai who never really knew about Shen Jiu's past, just assumed it'd be a basic scene of maybe having a good meal or talking to a friend or something. He did NOT realize how fucking rare "Happy" is for Shen Jiu.

The scene that plays is a marriage.

Two figures decked in regal red marriage robes are in a bow in front of each other. The unmistakeable Grand Hall of Cang Qiong swathed in tastefully luxurious decorations surrounds them. There are also a lot of other damning details.

Qing Jing Peak's logo is embroidered onto the billowing ribbons. Paired with Divination Peak's own logo.

The two figures stand.

Its Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan.

When future-Shen Jiu actually smiled at future-Shen Yuan (who looks disgustingly in love wtf) and started leaning in for a kiss, present-Shen Yuan violently slams the divining tool off.

The loud slam is followed with a damning silent moment. That, unfortunately, lasted only for an actual moment.

Someone clears their throat.

Its Qi Qingqi.

She has a shit eating grin on her face. Besides her, Wei Qingwei's expression is slowly starting to match. Around, the other peak lords are either too invested, or carefully avoiding looking at him and Shen Jiu.

Shen Yuan very, very carefully does not look Shen Jiu's way.

"So..." Qi Qingqi begins. "Interesting divination there, Shen-Da-Shixiong, Shen-Er-Shixiong." Her words practically drip with insinuation.

Oh God. Oh Fuck. Fuck no.

Side Notes:

Shen Yuan's eyes glow a beight system blue whenever he "divines the future"

Shen Yuan wears a fortune teller outfit, meaning he's typically covered head to toe, complete with a veil.

Shen Yuan CAN actually see the future and show it to other people, either ala projector style 2d view of his choosing. or a complete 3d (like a pensieve in hp)

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

f1 masterlist

18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[rheya28]

IronWorks Fitness Centre ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to Ironworks Fitness Centre. This stunning space combines a sleek design with cutting-edge fitness technology to provide the perfect workout environment. You can take a refreshing dip in the stylish pool or challenge yourself to a boxing match in the boxing ring. Ironworks Fitness Centre's state-of-the-art gym equipment is designed to meet all your fitness needs, whether you're looking to build strength or improve your cardio. The facility offers an energizing cycling classes to get your heart pumping and blood flowing for those who need an extra boost.

➽ I was talking to one of my lovely friend @marilynjeansims about building in Oasis Spring. I realize that I have not build anything for this world so here I am! hehe I am planning on filling up this community strip so watch out for more oasis spring modern and midcentury builds in the future! Megan suggested a few community lot types which I think will be perfect for this world so I'm excited!

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Important Notes:

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

Female Sims used in the video are by the lovely @largetaytertots Gwen & Solana

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: IronWorks Fitness Centre Lot type: Gym Lot size: 40 x 30 Location: Oasis Spring

➽ MODS

● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi ● Let's Get Fit Fanmade Modpack by Cepzid ● Everyday clutterkits become functional by Cepzid

➽ CC List

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, Tuds, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make downloading a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, Peacemaker, kiwisim4. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading ! DSCO ● Hunter Fitness set House of Harlix ● Bafroom ● Harluxe ● Orjanic Bbygyal123 ● The balance collection Charlypancakes ● Munch ● Smol Felixandre ● Colonial pt [3] ● Grove pt [3][4] ● Soho (all) Harrie ●Brutalist ● Klean pt [3] ● Spoons pt [2] ● Jardane ● Kichen (shelves only) LittleDica ● Country Side Cabin ● Rise & Grind Peacemaker ● Hudson Bathroom [towel] Pierisim ● Coldbrew ● MCM pt [1][3] ● Oak House pt [2] ● Unfold ● Winter Garden ● Woodland Ranch (ceiling/floor tiles only) Max 20 ● Poolside Lounge Pack Simkoos ● Everyday Clutterkit Addon (rolled yoga mat only) ● Taget Store (Signs only) Sixam ● Hotel Bedroom (desk) ● Small spaces Laundry Room (laundry basket only) Syboulette ● Ballet (mirrors only) ● Fitness ● Karaoke (neon signs only) Tuds ● Brut (ceiling light only) ● Cross ● Cave ● Ind Around the sims ● Swimming pool foam lane ● Swimming pool Starting block

● DOWNLOAD Tray File and CC list: Patreon Page ● Origin ID: anrheya [previous name: applez] ● Twitter: Rheya28__ ● Tiktok: Rheya28__ ● Youtube: Rheya28__

[horreurscopes]

i love you people with autism who make hyper niche tutorial videos i love you dads who teach me about tools and home repairs i love you white boys obsessed with cardboard crafts i love you diy moms i love you people who make beautiful self sustaining aquariums i will never build i love you old ladies who make sewing tutorials for the exact problem you're struggling with i love you black girls who teach me to take care of my hair on a budget i love you women who over engineer solutions to daily inconveniences with near rube goldberg machines i love you free art school lessons i love you armchair cat psychologists i love you people i will never meet who have nonetheless taken the time to teach me something i needed to know

[mosaickiwi]

your angle... or yuor devil

Emo has some business to take care of... but you're going to a Halloween party together later wahoo!!! [REDACTED] is he/him only for this since there's some other loser in the scene 🙄

cw: torture in the beginning, implied murder

proceed with caution

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

As if contemplating what to watch on TV, [REDACTED] glanced down at the sight in front of him.

Bound in an old, wooden chair, somebody's agonized cries for help went unanswered, muffled by the torn, bloodied knot of fabric tied over their mouth. They'd been nothing but incomprehensible since the first nail was painstakingly pried from their finger.

The bigger piece of torn cloth was bundled in their lap. Its folds held a steadily growing pile of teeth and fingernails. Some were whole, but most were in pieces from the messier extractions.

Normally, the dark haired man would have more satisfying tools at his disposal for the victim. But he didn't have the chance to run home, especially when a Halloween date with you was right around the corner. After a quick stop at a hardware store, today's (un)lucky winner got dragged into the nearest abandoned building.

Only a couple hours ago, hardly ten minutes after the time you normally took your lunch break, this piece of work had approached you. 

Of course, nothing came of it. And you told your beloved partner about the unwelcome interaction right away. Between the usual chatter and flirting once you video called him for lunch, you mentioned it in an offhand comment, a wrinkle in your forehead to boot.

Then you'd gone right back to talking about the holiday, and how excited you were for the party that night. [REDACTED] didn't move on so quickly.

Just as he leaned down, a metal nail poised over the shitstain's knee and a hammer in hand, his phone rang. The items clattered against the floor as he stood and hurried to yank it from his pocket.

The bound and gagged, soon-to-be-done-for stranger looked surprised, but oddly grateful for the brief escape from further torment.

Before he could even offer a greeting, you spoke.

"Hiii! I'm already finished making treat bags at the library. Do you wanna meet me at your apartment for a little while before the party? I'm headed there now."

"I'd love to, but M'not exactly free," [REDACTED] managed to answer calmly despite the whirlwind you lured his heart into. He kept his gaze on the wide eyed stranger in front of him, wondering if they'd test their luck. 

Surprisingly, they did their best to stay quiet, the over-dramatic, obnoxious sobs from earlier slowly subsiding into sniffles. He smugly smiled and turned, walking a few steps away. Even with their impending demise, he didn't want to share your voice with anyone.

"Oh," you said. "That's okay." The notable disappointment to your words pained him, and he had to throw a glare over his shoulder at his victim. 

It was their fault that he would be missing out on extra time with you. Why didn't they just mind their business, instead of trying to chat you up while waiting in line?

But, [REDACTED] shared some of the blame. He'd begrudgingly skipped the usual lunch break visit at your insistence, since you wanted to surprise him with the matching costumes you were picking up.

"So what are you doing then?" you asked, then passed right over the topic. "Never mind. It's probably work, right?"

"... Yeah. Work," he answered. Admittedly, he was thankful you decided to stop asking questions on your own. And that you didn't remember he normally worked from home. "M'sorry, love."

You hummed in thought. "No worries. Programming hours sure are all over the place. I guess they kinda have to be, with the kind of money you make though." There was a sudden, loud commotion in the background and you softly cursed.

"Angel?" your boyfriend worriedly called out.

"I'm fine! My stupid tail just got caught in the — I mean… I'm fine!!"

The hacker smiled in relief, already excited for the costumes you bought. He didn't trail you or sneak a peek at the store's cameras for once, but he did notice the bright red horns poking out of the shopping bag behind you while you ate. You must've changed into yours before you left. An angel and a demon — only you wanted him to be the angel. 

[REDACTED] laughed, almost forgetting the person tied up behind him until they weakly groaned in agony. His smile immediately turned to a frown; he had to hang up too soon for his liking.

He was apologetic as could be. "I won't be able to leave for a while, but I'll make sure to call you the second I'm done."

"You always do," you teased him. "I can't wait to see the look on your face once I give you your costume."

He instantly took the bait, as if he didn't already know. "Really? Why don't y'give me a hint?"

"Hmm… It's… uhh, your favorite thing in the world?"

Ah, that one was too obvious. Still, he wanted to pretend a little longer. The delighted look on your face was sure to be worth the wait. "I'll work hard t'figure it out before I get home."

Your almost impish laughter made his heart skip a beat. "See you soon, Ren."

The phone beeped and the screen went black, taking his good mood away.

With a faint sigh and a roll of his eyes, the dark haired man reached for the sledgehammer leaning against an upturned table. It weighed lighter in his hands than the one he was used to, but it'd do the job just fine. 

He turned back towards the stranger, bruised, battered and much too weak to do anything but stare up at their tormentor. 

All the joy in [REDACTED]'s demeanor was gone, replaced with commonplace boredom as he slung the hammer over one shoulder. "Guess y'kept quiet enough, so I'll make this quick."

[noturlondonboy]

Do you think (as like a head cannon) that Kate, despite being the world's greatest archer, sucks at archery in Minecraft?

Bishova Minecraft Headcannons

Hi my loves. I’ve been gone awhile. Missed you all ❤️

But anyway…

Oh my god

I LOVE Minecraft so I was soooo happy when I got this ask. Let’s get into it!!

-I love the thought of Kate being an engineering major, and part of that is because of Minecraft. Her dad is the one who showed it to her in 2009, a few months after the first ever alpha build was made available. Kate was seven at the time, and Derek would hold her on his lap as he played on the PC, helping her learn the game right along with him.

-The full game release in 2011 was a big deal to Kate. Derek still liked playing, of course, but Kate had more free time on her hands as the time went. She played anytime she could- after school, after homework, after dinner, etc.

-when her dad died in 2012, she stopped playing for several years. It hurt too much to hear all the sounds and see all the graphics that she associated with her dad. She got swept up in her different extracurriculars, learning and training to be strong so that she could protect the family she had left.

-Kate got back into Minecraft in high school, but it wasn’t voluntarily. Her engineering class had several units where Minecraft was used as a learning tool, and Kate eventually had to admit to herself that she had missed playing.

-Eleanor is so relieved when she notices that Kate had gotten back into Minecraft, and she decides to go all out, helping Kate set up a Minecraft themed gaming room. Sometimes it’s all she ever wants to talk about. Kate starts collecting Minecraft figures and plushies, creating whole big scenes with the small toys on her shelves.

-(she may or may not have written fanfiction for it and gotten big on tumblr)

-her favorite mode is creative, and she loves to build. Building and building and building, creating huge houses and intricate red stone systems, constantly learning more from YouTube videos and different books.

-Yelena doesn’t learn about Minecraft until after she meets Kate.

-they play together for the first time before they’re dating. It’s a late night and Yelena wanted to check in on Kate after patrol and a mission of her own, and when she comes in through the window, she sees Kate playing some strange game on the tv.

-Kate invites her to stay, and Yelena ends up cuddling with Lucky on the couch while she watches. Eventually she pipes up quietly, asking Kate questions about how the game works- “why do the blocks stay floating? Why don’t the trees fall over? Why don’t the villagers speak?” Etc etc

-Kate hands her a controller at some point, giving Yelena some time to experiment with the buttons before making a new survival world just for them. They play for hours, and Yelena stays the night.

-Yelena gets good at Minecraft terrifyingly fast. Kate doesn’t know how and when she had the time to do so, but it’s also exciting to play with someone with more and more talent and skill.

-Yelena fucking loves fighting monsters. Her favorite mode is survival, and if she can get away with it, she either plays on hard or hardcore. Kate often prefers easy or even peaceful, opting for exploring caves and building intricate houses without having to worry about mobs.

-sometimes they settle for some pvp, and it gets heated. The dogs are barking, Kate and Yelena are both standing and trying to throw each other off while still watching the screen, and some drinks definitely got kicked over.

-Kate’s favorite update was Cliffs and Caves

-Yelena’s favorite update is anything that gives her more monsters, and the new doggies

-it becomes a comfort for Yelena. She gets a switch lite of her own to play whenever there’s downtime on missions, always keeping it hidden from others. She and Kate will sometimes play together when Kate sees she’s online and randomly joins her world, which usually leads to some flirting via chat.

And to answer the actual question that you asked me- yes. Kate sucks ass at archery in Minecraft and Yelena makes fun of her for it mercilessly :)

[joaofelix70]

MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

[abyss-seer]

Introduction and Masterlist

I am Lady Abyss, the tarot reader of Abyss Seer (previously known as The Soul House Tarot). Thank you so much for your lovely support. I hope my readings will provide you some nuggets of insights and wisdom. Take care of yourself. 💖☺️

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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Thank You For reading till the end. May God Bless You

ॐ जयन्ती मंगला काली भद्रकाली कपालिनी।

दुर्गा क्षमा शिवा धात्री स्वाहा स्वधा नमोऽस्तुते

Pick a card Masterlist.

How will the Universe reap karm for you while you have successfully detached yourself?

What are you subconsciously holding onto from your previous connection that needs to be realised at this time?

What change is radically transforming your life?

How will you meet your soulmate?

How can you embrace some of your life experiences and see it from a higher perspective?

What do you need to realize about your doubts and fears regarding exam results?

What insights do you need to know about your inner repressed self?(Shadow self)

Messages Of Moon 🌙

Soul Soothing Messages

When is the red threads of fate pulling you closer to them?

Confrontational Pick A Card Read : What do you need to confront?

What you aren't seeing or doing when it comes to navigating your love life smoothly? (A read for introspection and journaling)

Got7 based pick a card tarot reading What sort of fortune do you have?

What will your self awakening journey look like? SPIRIT ANIMAL MESSAGES What heartbreaking truth 💔 do you need to know right now? (Video read) What hurt you the most about past connection despite giving your all and how to heal from it? (Video Read)

What values have you taught other people and how can you foster them in a healthy manner? (Video Read)

What's the Gossip around you?

Where Can You look for That Picture Perfect Guy?

Astrology predictions

Link here

Sneaky Celeb Peeks

Readings are for entertainment purposes only. Take it with a grain of salt

The way I do these reads

Ateez Yunho and Florist

BTS Jungkook and Blackpink Rosé

SVT Mingyu and Blackpink Lisa

Austin and Ally (Ross Lynch and Laura Marano)

Soyeon G-Idle

Newjeans and Foreign Boyfriends (Video read)

Celebrity Astrology

Jackson Wang's Saturn Return

Got 7 BamBam general astrology and love life predictions

RANDOM KPOP ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

Insights

Spiritual take on balancing work and play

How to find your Twin Flame/Soulmate?

Why don't I like the point of looksmaxing videos?

Letter to V Reminder Society and love Sacred Seed

Kiss in reverse

Why are tarot reading for entertainment purposes only? Are Tarot Readers contributing to Nihilism?

Would you rather choose drugs or phone?

CHARLATAN OR A PSYCHIC?

Tarot Reading : Spritual awareness about or a tool used to mold your fav celebrity ?

Good luck tastes like comfort but shield's the ignorant

Channeled messages Challenge : What does your intuition say?

Stories

Skinwalkers closet

Mary was Harlot to Suzy's Betrothed

Cindrella rethink

Moon princess

Strange Things Channeled

Tarot interpretation

[pinkacademiaprincess]

Hiii I’m so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? I’m preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! ♡

Become a Math Whiz: Acing Math Class & the SAT 📈✏️📚👩‍🏫

ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help 🥰 i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and i’ve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps 💗

take accountability

it’s very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like “the teacher is just bad!” or “i’m just not a math person!” but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.

find your learning style

i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and don’t see improvement or results, that’s a big sign that you’re studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.

never fall behind

okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then i’d stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, it’s crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you can’t build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until you’ve completely understood.

practice makes perfect

i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if it’s just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!

ask for help

i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, they’re teachers for a reason, so even if you think they’re not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls don’t suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.

use the internet

so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you don’t have classmates to help and can’t afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google “[math concept] practice problems” if i want extra questions to work through.

bonus: tips for SAT math

the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts aren’t actually too advanced. it’s all multiple choice so you don’t get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as it’s actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:

use khan academy’s SAT prep tool - it’s free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior years’ SAT content so it’s very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!

take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!

do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them

learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!

i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 46/45 Word count: 2969 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Bonus chapter

Matilde clicked send and watched the email disappear from her screen. It was nearly noon, and she had granted herself a break once the financial update was out of her hands. Luckily, she had an entire team who could handle the details, but they still needed her final word (even though she still had no idea what was going on. No, only joking). She leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms overhead until her spine popped, then stood and walked away.

The Ferrari HQ was quiet, the usual hum of keyboards and half-muted meetings fading as she passed the open-plan desks. Outside, the sun was warm, something she was finally getting used to. She squinted against the light as she crossed the parking lot toward the bike rack. Her bicycle was one of seven parked there. The light green city bike she had bought nearly fifteen years ago as a student in Copenhagen, was still delivering excellent service. Except today, the chain had slipped off, again, and was hanging awkwardly from the gear.

She unlocked the bike, placed her right foot on the pedal, and pushed off with her left, gliding forward like she was stepping through water. At the side entrance of the garage, she manoeuvred inside and found a free workspace to claim. What a luxury, having something like this available at work, and being allowed to use it. She grabbed her phone, opened YouTube, and searched for a tutorial on fixing a slipped chain. It wasn't her first time doing it, but it had been a while. Sure, there were plenty of people around who could fix it in seconds, but that wasn't the point.

She was avoiding work. And fixing her bike felt like a perfectly justifiable excuse.

She tied her hair up into a messy bun, flipped the bike upside down with a small grunt, and began collecting a few scattered tools while watching the video.

"Matilde," said a familiar voice.

She glanced over her shoulder. Galileo was lowering himself into one of the metal chairs nearby. His expression shifted as he took in the scene before him. "Galileo," she replied, casually.

"You do know we have actual mechanics who also could do that?"

"I'm aware."

"You also know they're literally right down the hall."

"Yup."

He crossed his arms, like he was about to launch into a lecture, but instead paused, eyeing the way she was crouched beside the bike, carefully inspecting the chain. "I will never understand the love people have for bicycles."

"Trust me, it's a love-hate relationship," she muttered. "I grew up with this thing. Cycling's just... part of life. And when I bike to work, I don't have to force myself to work out later. Win-win."

He rubbed a hand over his forehead. "Even after five years, you still manage to surprise me."

"Glad I'm keeping things interesting."

Silence settled between them, interrupted only by the clink of metal tools and the occasional Danish voice from the YouTube tutorial. Galileo watched her, the usual quick confidence in his chest giving way to a creeping wave of guilt. He had thought this through. Rehearsed it. But now, sitting here, he wasn't sure anymore. What if he was wrong? What if this was a mistake?

He didn't want to disappoint her. Not her. He respected Matilde too much for that, more than she probably knew.

"Ow," she hissed suddenly, pulling her hand back. "Fucking hell. Just when my nails were perfect, this fucking bullcrap happens." She sighed, examining the smudge of grease and broken nail. "Whatever."

The way she still biked to work, the fact she was down here trying to fix the damn thing herself... Galileo swallowed the tightness in his throat. He would never meet another boss like her. Not even close. Matilde was... special. One of one. If someone asked him to explain why, he wouldn't even know where to start.

"I, uh..." he finally said, his voice uneven. Matilde looked up, focused on him now. He took a breath. "I really need to tell you something. And it's getting very hard not to just blurt it out." He tried to smile, but failed. "Can we move our dinner to lunch instead?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah, sure."

"Perfect," he said, nodding a little too eagerly.

But she didn't look away. Her eyes narrowed, studying him. Something was off. He was avoiding eye contact, his fingers fidgeting against the chair. She looked around her to see if anyone was there and tilted her head.

"What?" he asked, trying to sound neutral.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet, gentle, even, but carried that unmistakable edge of clarity she always had when she had already figured it out.

His heart dropped. He looked around instinctively, like someone might have overheard them. "I..." He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."

He braced for her reaction... but it didn't come. Not how he expected.

She didn't look angry, or disappointed. She just... froze. Her expression went neutral, cold even. And yet, her eyes shimmered, tears starting to gather. That contradiction startled him. For five years, he had seen her face crises, failures, brutal headlines, and back-to-back race weekends. Never like this.

"No," he said slowly, blinking, when the realisation hit him. "Wait. Are you leaving too?"

She didn't answer. Not right away.

Tears welled in his eyes now, uninvited. "Matilde..."

But then she smiled. Not a big one, not a triumphant one, just something soft, and oddly peaceful. She gave him a little nod. "Surprise," she whispered.

He stared at her, dumbfounded.

"God," she breathed out, rubbing her hands over her face, "shit," she mumbled when she realised she was probably smearing the grease all over her face. She looked at him again. "I didn't want to say it, thank you for saying it first. I've been having the worst anxiety about how to bring it up."

Galileo let out a laugh, wet with relief and disbelief all at once. "I thought I was going to ruin everything."

Matilde shook her head. "You're not ruining anything. We're just... both done."

He leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Wow."

"Yeah."

They sat in the quiet hum of the garage, surrounded by half-finished projects, motors, and oil-stained tools, two people on the edge of big change, still grounded by a broken bike and an overdue conversation.

"Why and when?" Galileo then curiously asked. "I swear, I don't know how you did this, but you hid everything really well."

She shook her head. "Trust me, it was not. But I handed in my letter this morning." Matilde nodded when she saw his questionable face. She licked her lips. "Because I bought a house. In Denmark. My dream house since I was a kid and... I just had to buy it when it was for sale. It was literally now or never. And I just want to start a family."

"With whom?"

Her face straightened. "I don't care. I just want to be available for that. I want to have children, with or without a donor. I mean, I always need a donor to get pregnant, but you get the point. And if I'm lucky to birth one myself, obviously."

He smirked at her babble. "I get it, I get it."

"And because I'm done here, I've done what I wanted to do and I'm ready for someone else to take it over."

He nodded. She explained it so simply, but he noticed the imperfections Matilde had for this job since this year. She was still the very best and on top of her game, but the sparkle wasn't always there anymore. Not like it used to be. "Congratulations," he smiled.

"Thanks. And you?"

He shrugged. "Felt it was the right time to leave. I'm done with F1 and I'm moving to Australia because why not?"

"Yeah, why not?" A laugh rolled over her face, which made him smile as well. "No, honestly, Galileo, go for it. You deserve it."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," he gratefully smiled. "Anyway, should I book a meeting for tomorrow, or do you want to wait?"

"Mate, that is something for later. First, I need to hear everything from you. Once I'm done fixing this bike, we will go out for lunch. I need to tell the boys first about our departure, then I will book a general meeting myself. No worries." Matilde took a deep breath. "Holy shit," she mumbled.

His heart fluttered. This is why she was the best boss. "Sure." He looked around, still no one in sight. "But what will you do for this year's title?"

"I don't care. Charles has two titles, Max has two titles with Ferrari, I have four titles with Ferrari, and we are running for two titles this year. We are not even halfway through yet. I don't care who wins, as long as no one dies and gets injured. We just need to enjoy the last half, and that's it. Unless, when are you leaving?"

"Finishing this season."

They locked each other's gaze, taking a moment to embrace the calm before the storm.

–

Max gave Charles a brief wave to let him know he had seen him, then cruised slowly down the street in search of a parking spot. He found one quickly, slid into it, and headed toward the building. Charles was just about to go in, but paused when he noticed Max approaching. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Nice bouquet," Max said, eyeing it as he joined him. It had been Charles's turn to buy one.

"It screamed her name," Charles smirked, glancing down at the wild arrangement. As the main characters, two red roses nestled among the chaos, because why not? "After five years, I never would have thought that we would have our monthly work dinner at her house after all." It made him think of the offer she made this afternoon:

"Are you in for dinner tonight?"

Charles raised an eyebrow at his boss, who entered the sim office, a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He straightened up, arms folding across his chest like a man preparing for a challenge he had been waiting for years.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Matilde?" he asked, his voice laced with mischief. "Should I let you pick the place, or do I have to come up with something classy?"

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "In your dreams, Charles."

The thing was... he had. For five years. Five years of dreaming about someone who felt just out of reach, even when she was standing right in front of him. Strong. Untouchable. Unavailable. And yet, there she was.

"Seven o'clock. My place," she added casually, turning to leave.

Dangerous place. Too familiar. Too personal. Too close to everything he had spent five years pretending not to want.

"Do you know where Max is?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Oh. Right. That was more on brand. Dinner wasn't a date. It was logistics. And why would anything change now, after all this time? Charles cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts back into order. "He's over at aero, last I saw."

She gave a short nod, that easy, unreadable smile on her face. "Perfect. I'll cover dinner." And just like that, she was gone. Still close. Still untouchable. And Charles was left exactly where he had always been; with a grin, a stupid flicker of hope, and absolutely no idea what seven o'clock was going to mean.

"We got promoted, apparently," Max said dryly. Still, he thought, if anyone had gotten close to Matilde, it was Charles. Literally inside her. Not that it mattered. "You ever been here?" he asked.

"Nope. Just dropped her off once," Charles replied, though the answer was already obvious.

"I have. Not often."

As they made their way to the entrance, they passed a pizza delivery guy scanning the nameplates. He held up the boxes in question. "Matilde?" he asked.

Max stepped forward. "Yeah, we'll take those."

The guy blinked, shrugged, and handed them over. Max handed him two euros; everything he and Charles had in cash.

They carried the pizzas upstairs. When they reached her floor, the door was slightly ajar.

Max tapped his knuckles against it, then nudged it open with his elbow. "Special delivery!" he called.

Soft music played somewhere inside. A moment later, Matilde appeared in the hallway, curls thrown up in a messy twist and a few euros in hand. Her eyes flicked between them and the pizzas, then she smiled. "Oh. Hello. You stole those off the delivery guy?"

"Technically, we intercepted," Max said, placing the boxes on the counter. "Proactive hospitality."

"Very nice. Please tell me you tipped him?"

"Two euros," Max grinned. "All we had."

She leaned in to greet him with a quick kiss on the cheek. Charles held up the bouquet.

"These are for you."

Matilde's expression softened. Wildflowers. And two red roses. Charles and Max. Was that symbolic, or just Charles being dramatic? "They're beautiful," she said, voice quiet, almost cautious. She kissed his cheek too, and the scent of his cologne lingered a little too long. Dangerous.

He followed her into the living room, where Max had already claimed a spot on the couch. Charles glanced around and couldn't help but feel... charmed. The table was modest, white, wooden, with few colourful details. Not showy. No Ferrari-branded nonsense. Just Matilde. She had set this herself. "Nice setup," he said, genuinely.

"Thanks," she replied, gesturing for them to sit.

They ate quietly at first, hunger making conversation unnecessary. Charles took in the apartment. Clean lines, warm tones; a quiet blend of Italian soul and Scandinavian restraint. Nothing screamed racing or management, or status. Just like how she was.

He exhaled slowly. He didn't know why she had chosen to host the dinner at her place, but he was glad she had. It felt like the right place to say it; quiet, private. No eyes or ears but theirs.

"I need to get something off my chest," he said suddenly, then before he could second-guess it, he blurted, "I'm taking a sabbatical year next season."

Max and Matilde both froze.

"There," Charles added with a nervous laugh. "Finally said it. Been holding it in for weeks."

Max's eyes flicked from him to Matilde, waiting for her reaction. Her expression tightened; not angry, just stunned. And then it sank in. She was losing both her drivers. Max had announced his retirement at the start of the season: one last year, and then done. And now Charles. Sabbatical. No guarantees.

"I want to travel," Charles continued, filling the silence. "Backpack, maybe. I don't know yet. But I need a break. Just life, without racing. Then I'll see what happens." He looked at her, heart pounding. Still, she didn't say anything. She just nodded slightly and kept eating. Was that... passive-aggressive?

A long silence followed.

"What are you thinking?" Max finally asked, voice low. "Mattie... don't leave him hanging."

Matilde blinked, swallowed her bite, and straightened up. "Sorry," she said quickly, then turned to Charles. "I think it's a great decision. Go see the world while you can." Her smile was warm, but a little too careful. "I-"

Charles cut in. "What's your real reaction?"

He didn't want diplomacy. He wanted honesty.

She bit her lip. Then sighed. There were so many thoughts going through her mind. Her lips parted, and she looked at Charles. "I am out of words, I am so, so, so, sorry," she whispered. She really meant it. As team principal, this was her worst-case scenario. Two fantastic drivers were not racing for Ferrari next season, voluntarily. GP had resigned last week. This morning, Galileo had too. And now Charles. The pillars of her team were crumbling.

And then... her.

She covered her mouth with her hand and dropped her gaze.

But on the other hand, the team principal was resigning at the same time as her drivers and assistant. So technically, this wouldn't be the problem of the team principal anymore.

She had also resigned.

The irony wasn't lost on her.

And personally? She meant it, she thought Charles was doing something brave and admirable. She was even jealous. Backpacking the world? Freeing himself from everything? It sounded like something she had never allowed herself to do.

But what could she say now?

She cleared her throat and straightened up again. "Okay," she began. "Sorry for the awkward pause. Don't take it personally." Her voice steadied. "As team principal, I would like to thank you for the amazing years you have brought to Ferrari. There were ups and downs, moments we all learned from, we laughed, we had fun, we raced, we won, we lost, we grew. And you should be proud of it. I am proud of you. And it sounds so heavy, sabbatical year, I mean, you could be back the next season. Or not. You will see how it goes, right? Go with the flow." She took a sip of wine. "And personally, I am very happy for you, you should absolutely do it." And then she took another sip. "And personally, I'm really happy for you. You should absolutely do it."

Charles tilted his head. "But?"

Her eyes met his. He looked confused, disappointed. "I- fuck. I fucked that up," she muttered. "This wasn't how I wanted to react. Honestly, I don't even know how I should've reacted." She removed the hairclip from her hair and ran both her hands through it, frustrated. "I've been thinking about how to explain this to the board. Max is leaving, that's public. This morning I got Galileo's resignation. GP quit last week. Now you. And..." she paused for a breath, "...I handed in my resignation this morning too."

And just like that, the room shifted.

Max raised his brows, looking between the two of them. Charles turned to him, wide-eyed. Matilde exhaled, cheeks puffed, then took another sip of her wine.

"Well," Max said, grinning slowly. "How are you going to explain that to the board? Or the press? People are gonna think we staged some kind of protest." Then his grin widened. "But hey, that also means no more contracts after this season." He leaned in, playful. "And no contracts means..." He wiggled his eyebrows.

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[rheya28]

The Crown [ Lounge + Bar] ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to The Crown, a haven of refined indulgence that seamlessly shifts from an upscale morning restaurant and lounge to a sophisticated evening gentlemen's club. In the daylight hours, experience culinary delights in an ambiance of polished dark wood accents, moody lights, and soft jazz.

As the sun sets, The Crown transforms into an intimate and stylish club, where discreet luxury meets thrilling entertainment. With an emphasis on sophistication, The Crown offers an unforgettable fusion of exquisite dining and sensual experiences in an atmosphere of opulence.

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[akittenwithatemper]

Rafayel, Portrait of a God

Author's note: This is my first post about Love And Deepspace and also the very first analysis of one of the LI I have ever written. It is quite long and very detailed. The shorter version can be found on my Instagram. Feel free to have a look and let me know what you think of it (especially regarding the theories mentioned) and if you want other analysis :)

Because of his eccentricity and unapologetically flamboyant, diva-like flair, Infold arguably makes Rafayel the most amusing ‘love interest’ in LADS. However, his humor isn’t mere comic relief—it evokes the personalities of Greco-Roman gods. This analysis will delve into the parallels between Rafayel and ancient gods, in order to unravel the complexity of his character and possibly speculate on the future direction of LADS. 

1/ The archetype of an Olympian

Despite their differences, the Olympian gods share some core personality traits: huge pride and ego (hubris), extreme passion and intensity, impulsivity, very creative vindictiveness and long-lasting grudges and of course their tendency to get involved in human affairs often using deception.

Those traits can be found in Rafayel’s personality. 

a) The consequence of the divine pedestal : pride and loneliness. 

Rafayel’s personality is marked by arrogance, self-confidence, and narcissism. He frequently boasts about his “dashingly good looks” and seems to carry a god complex—or at the very least, a deep sense of superiority. He despises being laughed at, readily critiques human behavior, and is quick to point out others’ flaws, including MC’s. Notably, he consistently refers to others as “humans” rather than “people,” subtly rejecting any sense of shared identity with them, even though he lives among them.

Although he is Lemurian and expresses affection for his homeland and people, Rafayel never quite fits in. After meeting MC, he begins to view the deep sea as “a prison” (cf: Night Stroll), and his aunt Talia observes that he tends to “drift in and out of people’s lives,” always ready “to disappear without a trace” (cf: Video Call - My Anchor). This sense of detachment may stem from the way Lemurians revere him—as a deity. Their idolatry has always isolated him, creating in him a deep sense of loneliness. Rafayel often confesses to feeling lonely, underscoring the isolation that comes with the pedestal he’s been placed on. He views his divine status as a burden and never really embraces it. He even rejects it by refusing to sacrifice MC in Forgotten Sea and even denies the existence of gods in Ivory Nightfall. It’s as if he wishes to be just Rafayel (the way MC sees him, hence why he feels good in her presence). He perfectly embodies the expression “it’s lonely at the top”, the top being where the gods resides.        

b) Deceptive nature: a tool to get involved in human affairs.

Despite his disdain for humans, Rafayel frequently involves himself in human affairs—whether out of curiosity or for personal benefit. As a child, he left the ocean in search of something less monotonous than the deep sea, only to end up stranded on a beach due to his reckless curiosity. Later, echoing the Olympian gods who often used metamorphosis to walk among mortals—and sometimes to seduce them—Rafayel adopted various disguises. For instance, he wore a mask to attend the Sea God ceremony in the surface world in Forgotten Sea, pretended to be an illegitmate nephew / opera singer at a masquerade ball in Land of Secret Flames and eventually found a way to pose as a university professor at the university where the MC studied (cf: his anecdotes).           Plus, like the gods of myth, Rafayel keeps a watchful eye on the MC, observing from a distance much like the divine beings who monitored the lives of mortals.

Furthermore, Rafayel exhibits a distinctly deceptive and manipulative streak. He lies with ease, finds joy in pretending and acting, and remains a deeply enigmatic figure—it’s difficult to tell where the performance ends and the truth begins. In Omnipotent Perception, he declares, “She (MC) doesn’t understand me. She thinks she does but …”—a statement that creates doubt about the authenticity of the persona he presents to MC. It suggests that much of what he reveals might be carefully constructed, a mask concealing his true self and blurring the line between illusion and reality.       Flamboyant and theatrical, Rafayel often reacts with exaggerated drama to trivial events, portraying himself as fragile, helpless, and in distress—when in truth, he is anything but. Beneath the performance lies a being who can be cold, calculating, and extremely dangerous. His Evol is fire—one of the most destructive forces on Earth. He doesn't need a “miss bodyguard” to save him; on the contrary, he’s fully capable of unleashing devastating power on his own.

c) The embodiment of divine retribution

This brings us to Rafayel’s darker, more vengeful side. Like any Olympian god, he can be merciless and creative in his pursuit of retribution, with a form of revenge so intricate and almost supernatural that it could be described as “divine retribution.” As the God of the Lemurians, he feels entitled to their protection. As he says in Ivory Nightfall, “If there really are gods in this world… they should help people live happier lives.” When his people are in need, he is there for them; when they are persecuted—or worse, killed—he uses every ounce of his power to make those responsible suffer.           In the current timeline, Rafayel goes so far as to murder Raymond by using his own art after discovering that Raymond owns a Lemurian skeleton in a tank. In the Sea of Golden Sand myth, Rafayel vows to bring back Lemuria and schemes to get MC’s heart to achieve his goal (hopefully for her, he changes his plan).        Rafayel also holds onto long grudges. He has never truly forgiven MC for forgetting him and failing to return to him as promised when they were young. His resentment is also encapsulated in the infamous line, “It’s been 800 years… and finally, you remembered me!”

d) I shall do what I want!

Let’s not forget that Rafayel has little regard for rules. He’s the only love interest who cheats during Kitty Cards—a playful yet telling example of his disdain for structure. Rules are to discipline humans, not gods who are known to be impulsive. They do what they want regardless of the consequences. Rafayel is guided solely by his own whims. Impulsive and headstrong, he follows his heart rather than logic. In Ivory Nightfall, he initially refuses to repair the damaged statues, unmoved by the townspeople’s desperate pleas. His swift dismissal mirrors a god’s indifference to unanswered prayers—he hears you, but he doesn’t care because and what he thinks should be will be.         

e) A figure of worship

Like a deity, Rafayel is worshipped—both in his myth and in the current timeline. Whether as a god or an artist, he is constantly praised. In ancient stories, he is revered as a God; in the modern world, he is an extremely famous and admired artist followed by paparazzi and fans. His art is also worth millions.

f) A divine passion and intensity

Speaking of art, Rafayel’s creations are a direct reflection of his emotions. As he puts it in When Light Falls, “Colors have emotions.” For him, “love and art are intertwined”, and in Intertidal Zone, he reveals, “I thought only pain could bring me inspiration.” Therefore it is obvious that Rafayel’s art is born from the depths of his feelings, and when it comes to emotions, he always feels intensely and deeply. This is why his Evol is such a perfect representation of him. Like an Olympian god, he is driven by passion, with no emotional middle ground. He fully embraces his emotions, even when they threaten to consume him (cf: Intertidal Zone, “Even if (…) they burn me instead, I still want them with every fiber of my being.”)      When Rafayel feels melancholic, it’s not a fleeting mood, he grieves; when he hates, his vengeance can be more brutalthan anyone could imagine—making your death a traumatic event. And when he loves, he does so with an intensity that could lead him to sacrifice everything, himself and even the fate of Lemuria, for the one he loves. He is a deeply devoted lover, and when his devotion isn’t reciprocated in the way he expects, or when he feels he isn’t his lover’s priority, his frustration becomes palpable.

2/ Resembling Poseidon ...

A major god in Ancient Greek mythology, Poseidon is best known as the god of the sea, but he also holds dominion over earthquakes and natural forces. His deep connection to the ocean makes him an evident mythological parallel for Rafayel, the god of the sea and tides in LADS.

a/ Ethymology 

Interestingly, the etymology of Poseidon's name —potei meaning “husband” and da meaning “earth”—can be interpreted as “Husband of the Earth,” a reference to his ability to shake the ground and stir nature’s most powerful elements. While this might seem like a stretch at first glance, LADS appears to intentionally weave this symbolism into its narrative. Rafayel is deeply in love with the MC, and they are portrayed as bound by an eternal connection like a husband and his “beloved bride”. Moreover, the MC was involved in the Gaia research project as a child—Gaia being the personification of Earth in Greek mythology. This subtle link reinforces the idea of Rafayel as a Poseidon-like figure who is not only tied to the sea but also bound to the Earth through his connection to the MC.      We can now explore the more obvious parallels between Poseidon and Rafayel.

b) Poseidon v. Zeus / Rafayel v. Astra ?

In Greek mythology, Poseidon is the brother of Zeus. He was granted dominion over the seas while still subject to his brother’s ultimate authority. A similar hierarchy appears to be at play in LADS, where we are introduced to two divine figures: Rafayel, the God of the Sea, and Astra.  Though Astra’s exact domain remains unclear, his portrayal suggests an overwhelming power—greater even than Rafayel’s current power. He exudes a sense of omnipotence, with the ability to control fates and impose divine punishment on those who merely disobeys him without even appearing. Much like Zeus, Astra appears to occupy the highest position in the divine hierarchy, and his name—derived from the Greek astron, meaning “celestial body”—further hints at his possible identity as the God of the Sky, Zeus’ domain. A rivalry between him and Rafayel is suggested by the ominous reference to “a fierce battle between the sky and the ocean” in the climax of Land of the Secret Flames.     If we follow the theory that links Astra to Ever, this rivalry between the two gods is already present in the current timeline. Ever placed a bounty on Rafayel due to the fact he murdered members of the company. Plus, in Land of the Secret Flames, Ever’s presence on an island that was once the place holding Lemuria’s Temple provokes Rafayel. He’s acutely aware that Ever (that he explicitly calls ‘his enemies’) seeks something that does not belong to them— an Aether Core (or perhaps the Tome of the Sea God?)— in a place where they should not be and he refuses to allow it. This confrontation is what drives Rafayel to fully awaken his divine power. In a chilling display of wrath, he enters “God Mode” by absorbing the power within the tome, and mercilessly drowns the intruders in the blue hole—divine retribution carried out with unsettling ease. Lemuria is the Sea God’s domain, and Rafayel makes it clear: Ever, or Astra—the Sky God—has no place there. (We’ll return to Astra and his mythological implications in a separate analysis.)

c) Failure to protect cities

            Poseidon is also remembered for his repeated failures to become the protector of cities and, more significantly, for his role in the destruction of Atlantis—the legendary sunken island that clearly inspired Lemuria in LADS. This mythological aspect aligns closely with Rafayel’s own story: he ultimately fails to protect Lemuria, becoming responsible for its downfall.       Poseidon also appears frequently in myths centered around vengeance, a trait we’ve already identified in Rafayel. Like the sea god, Rafayel’s anger is poetic yet merciless—his retribution as devastating as it is symbolic.

d) Same places and methods of worship

Moreover, Poseidon was widely worshipped, with temples often built in remote, sea-facing locations—on cliffs, islands, or near the shore—reflecting his dominion over the ocean. This mirrors the worship depicted in the Forgotten Sea myth, where a temple perched on a cliff serves as the center of reverence for the Sea God. Coastal communities celebrate him with statues, festivals, offerings, and even sacrifices. In the present timeline, Rafayel’s Mo Studio echoes this sacred architecture: situated on the beach, crowned by a bell tower reminiscent of a chapel.

e) The true powers of a god of the sea

Now moving on to Poseidon’s powers—he is famously known for commanding storms, causing earthquakes, and unleashing the full force of the sea. Interestingly, while this is only my theory, there are numerous instances throughout LADS that suggest Rafayel’s emotions may be directly tied to the weather, echoing Poseidon’s elemental influence. When Rafayel’s godhood awakens in Land of the Secret Flames, the sea grows restless and a storm starts to gather—nature itself responding to his divine presence.          Even in quieter, more emotional moments, weather shifts seem to mirror Rafayel’s internal state.  For example, in Ocean at Night, the wind appears to behave almost as an extension of Rafayel’s mood. When he resists the idea of going to watch the lanterns with MC, the wind lashes out. But as his demeanor softens and he begins to feel joy, the wind mysteriously calms, as though attuned to his emotions.   In Myths and Omnipotent Perception, Rafayel’s connection to the rain becomes even more apparent. In Myths, rain begins to fall unexpectedly, and Rafayel casually remarks, “Whoops, didn’t expect it to fall so quickly,” weirdly implying he may have inadvertently triggered it. He embraces the downpour with childlike delight, splashing through puddles and confessing he’d “always wanted to do this.”          In Omnipotent Perception, the sky is initially clear and the forecast promises sunshine—yet when MC pushes Rafayel to open up about his pain and isolation, the weather abruptly turns. Rain begins to pour, thunder rolls overhead, and the storm intensifies with his emotional vulnerability. Later, when MC initiates a more intimate moment in the bathtub, the storm rages again—only to gradually subside once their passion is spent, as if his volatile emotions have been soothed.         Finally, in Ivory Nightfall, Rafayel’s connection to natural disasters is brought to the forefront when he arrives in the aftermath of a tsunami—a catastrophe born of the sea itself—suggesting not only his domain over the waters but a divine responsibility in moments of crisis. This elemental harmony between Rafayel’s emotions and nature reinforces his mythic parallel with Poseidon, portraying him as not just a god of water, but a force of nature whose heart can quite literally change the weather.

f) Marine attributes

In terms of attributes, Poseidon is famously described by Aristophanes as “the mighty master of the trident, the fierce shaker of earth and sea.” He is often portrayed wielding a trident and surrounded by sea creatures—dolphins, fish, sea monsters, and Nereids—all symbolic of his absolute dominion over the ocean.

In LADS, while Rafayel doesn’t physically wield a trident in the current timeline, it is referenced in Deep Sea Promise. The quote “Cumbersome. I dislike it,” suggests that Rafayel once possessed a trident but rejected it—possibly due to its symbolism or the burden of divine responsibility. 

Much like Poseidon, Rafayel is constantly surrounded by marine life. These companions range from fantastical beings like the Lemurians (mermaids) to actual sea creatures such as fish, whales, sharks, and even sea monsters. In the Forgotten Sea myth, he parades with them during the ceremony like a sovereign god. He also actively interacts with them, ordering fishes to race alongside  MC or communicating with whales as though speaking to kin.

Additionally, Rafayel’s ability to manifest fish illusions further illustrates his mystical connection to marine life. These illusions are not just playful tricks; they carry emotional weight, particularly the fish that represents his long-standing promise to the MC. And then, of course, there’s Reddie, his and MC’s small yet meaningful fish companion.

3/ … while being very Apollo

a) Ethymology and epithets ; the image of the Sun

By studying the etymology of names and Apollo’s epithets, we can trace compelling parallels between the Greek God and Rafayel. The name Rafayel clearly draws from the Hebrew רְפָאֵל (Rafa’el), meaning “God heals” (refa – “to heal,” and El – “God”). Healing is one of Apollo’s central divine functions. But this god can also bring destructionwhen angered. This destructive aspect is symbolized through Rafayel’s evol, fire, which he references repeatedly in battle with lines like: “Creation and destruction go hand in hand,” and “Everything will turn to ashes.”   Furthermore, Apollo’s epithet  φοῖϐος (Phoibos) — from which his Latin name Phoebus derives — means “bright” or “radiant.” It was often used by poets as a synonym for the sun.    The sun plays an important role in the Forgotten Sea myth. Not only it is the theme of conversation the Temple’s Sunsetmemory but it is also the “symbolic of Lemuria as a whole”.  Known as the Sun Below the Waves, this sun is a divine flame, creation of the Sea God and it is the source of Lemuria’s prosperity and protection. As revealed in the Tome of the Sea God, this “ancient flame has burned in Whalefall City’s temple for thousands of years” and is tightly linked to the Sea God’s life. If the flame dies, so does the Sea God (and vice versa)—and with him, Lemuria. The bond is cyclical, sacred, and irrevocably divine.        This solar flame, much like Apollo’s radiant presence, represents not just light and fire, but knowledge, vitality, and divine illumination—all elements necessary to sustain civilization and consciousness. And who are the two gods that represent them: Appolo in Greek Mythology and Rafayel in LADS. 

b) An artist god

Apollo is also known as the god of the arts, particularly of music, a divine function that finds clear echoes in Rafayel’s character. Renowned for his talent in painting, photography, and music, Rafayel mirrors Apollo’s artistic brilliance and creativity.            In classical depictions, Apollo is often shown surrounded by the Nine Muses, daughters of Zeus and goddesses who preside over the liberal arts and inspire artistic creation. In LADS, this role of muse is embodied by MC, who frequently inspires Rafayel. Whether it’s a painting sparked by a shared moment or a song, MC consistently fuels Rafayel’s creativity.      Additionally, Apollo is traditionally represented holding a lyre. While Rafayel is never directly seen with a lyre in LADS, we see him play various musical instruments—a flute, a harmonica—which reinforces his connection to the divine realm of music. Interestingly, the lyre itself is mentioned in the Forgotten Sea myth as the instrument played during the surface-world festival honoring the Sea God. Though subtle, this reference places the lyre within Rafayel’s mythos, further deepening the parallel between him and Apollo.

c) Similar personality and tragic love stories

Personality-wise, Rafayel and Apollo share striking similarities. Both are proud, confident, intelligent, and capable of deep vengeance when wronged. In appearance, too, they reflect the archetype of idealized male beauty—youthful, slender yet athletic, adorned with delicate features and a luminous presence. 

Another poignant parallel between them lies in their tragic experiences with love. Despite his charm, Apollo is notoriously unlucky in romance. Many of his relationships end in heartbreak or death, and he frequently falls in love with mortals or nymphs rather than fellow deities. This mirrors Rafayel’s doomed yet passionate bond with MC—a star-crossed love story between a Lemurian god and a human.

d) The role of prophecies

Moreover, Apollo is the god of prophecy, associated with the Oracle of Delphi and the sacred Pythia who channeled his divine foresight. Prophecy plays a central role in Rafayel’s myths and his relationship with MC. The Tome of the SeaGod, an ancient divine artifact, contains visions of Lemuria’s fall and potential rebirth. A new prophecy appears after each reincarnation of the Sea God. For instance, it stated that Rafayel would be the last god of the sea. But, not only the tome foretells events but it also contains the power of the Sea God. After absorbing the power within the tome and thus inherited the Sea God’s full powers in Land of Secret Flames, we can wonder if Rafayel has inherited the gift of prophecy.   If so, this would place him on equal footing with Astra—or any other god-like 6th love interest—shaping him not just as a god of sea and art, but one of divine knowledge and fate.

[llamaisllama777]

"You never owned us."

A TSAMS fanfiction based on today's episode

Moon was clearing out some of him and the family's personal belongs from the daycare Sun's glitter glue collection, some of Solar's tools that he kept in the daycare, Dazzle's drawings, a half-eaten sponge from Jack, and all Sun's old picture of Roxanne... for posterity. Moon picked up the box and began to walk out the dark daycare when he saw the large wooden doors of the daycare open, and three men in suits walked in. Fazbear executives. That's not good.

"Moondrop. We need to talk." *The man in front said, fixing his light blue tie.

"Okay, can this wait?" *Moon said, shifting the box under his arm. "Drop it, Moon." One of the other suits said. Moon looked at them all with distain they were ordering him around like a dog. He did as they said but kept his eyes on them, glaring at them menacingly. Moon leaned against the daycare reception desk and signaled for the executives to speak. The man in front cleared his throat and began to speak in a voice that sounded like he was some royal prince with the keys to the kingdom.

"You are aware you and your family's lives are uploaded to our servers and posted online, right?"

Moon nodded. "I'm aware."

The man in the middle chuckled and continued speaking in that overly cocky voice

"Well, we all at Fazbear HQ saw your... lastest video, and needless to say, we have some concerns." The executive's voice showed he didn't care at all for the mechanical family but clearly far more concerned for his bottom dollar.

"What video?" Moon asked, curious as to what video was uploaded. The executive on the right pulled his phone out of his tux pocket and showed the thumbnail of a video labeled "Sun and Moon are moving out?!"

Moon narrowed his gaze and nodded "Oh, wasn't aware that whole meeting got uploaded."

"Well, it did." The executive in the middle said, sounding a cross between annoyed and mad. "And we at Fazbear Entertainment understand that you and your family may feel concerned or feel like you need to fear for your lives, but you don't." The executive said in an overly cheery tone."If we recall The Creator... um.. Sven? Is dead. B-bloodmoon is gone, as well as Nexus. You and your family are fine and have no reason to leave." The executive said, flashing a smile that didn't show anything genuine, just another business tactic.

Moon stared at the executives and laughed. "Are you serious? Yeah, they're dead, but that doesn't mean something else won't show up!"

"What else could possibly show up?" The executive on the left said.

"Um.. The Astrals, The Dark Astrals, more evil versions of us, another wither storm, Dark Sun, literally anything at this point. I'm honestly surprised we haven't had a zombie apocalypse yet with all the stuff we've been through." Moon said, kinda impressed by Fazbear's obliviousness or lack of care.

"Ye-yes, well, here at Fazbear, don't view those people as threats at the moment. So, you and your family are safe and free to stay here." The executive in the middle said, fixing his tie nervously, trying to win a failing argument.

"No, we're not." Moon said, sounding more stern this time, making his tone clear and point known. "We aren't safe here at all! We have faced the literal end of the world, what could only be described as gods, and a weird blue guy who refuses to leave us alone! We. Aren't. Safe."

"Ca-can't you and your family just.. just install more security?" The executive on the right asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"Oh, like that'll help us! Touch that computer right now. Try to turn it on." Moon said, pointing to one of the computers on the reception desk. The executives looked at each other before trying to turn the computer on, only for nothing to happen. The screen was still black.

"It's not turning on." One of them said. "Exactly!" Moon exclaimed. "If you suits at Fazbear actually watched any of our f[Beep]ing videos, you'd understand why we're leaving! This dimension SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKKSSSS!"

Moon picked up the box of memories and began to walk towards the daycare door. "So, we're leaving. I wanna say it's been an honor, but it hasn't. I'll leave some of my tools here, and you can keep our spare parts." Before Moon made it to the door, the three executives ran to the door and blocked his path.

"Um... get out of my way."

"No." The executive in the middle said.

"No?" Moon said, both confused and angered by these suits' audacity.

"What do you mean?"No?"

"You can't leave." The executive in the middle said, sounding serious now, dropping the facade of care and going straight to business. "You and your family are Fazbear property. We own you."

"First off, you technically don't. Our dad made us and still holds our original blueprints. Two, he never sold you Earth. Three Lunar and Solar were technically made by us, and four f[Beep] off." Moon said, trying to step towards the door only for the head executive to step forward, blocking Moon's path, glaring at the much taller animatronic. The two other executives shared glances of worry and fear as their boss stepped towards the known murderer animatronic.

"We own you. We own your family. We own all of you! You don't have rights! You're machines! Scrap! You can be replaced and rebuilt at the drop of a hat!" The executive said, gritting his teeth at Moon. Moon leaned forward a bit and said with a smug smile. "Then do it."

Moon smiled wide and patted the executive on the head before pushing past him and opening the door, trying to end this peaceful before the executive did something that would make him angrier.

"Then maybe we will." The executive said in a voice that carried. Moon stopped and turned back to face the executive. "What do you mean by that?"

"We'll scrap you and your family and the gator if you leave this universe."

"We'll be out of here, you can't."

"We'll scrap you before then. One call to Fazbear and you, your brothers, your sister, and Monty will be rotting in a junkyard by the next day. Don't do anything you'll regret, Moondrop." The executive said, fixing his tie and slicking back his hair. His voice showed no remorse for what he said or what would become of the family, to him, the family were just machines, toys, scrap, not people, not souls. Just tools for profits and if they weren't making Fazbear money, they didn't deserve to live.

Moon let out a low chuckle. "Okay, I won't." Moon said as he stepped back into the daycare and set the box down next to him. The two executives on the left and right felt something was off as they watched Moondrop lock the daycare doors. The head executive smirked, believing he won the argument.

"See? I knew you'd see it our way. You're a good brother, Mo.." Moon cut off the head executive."Oh, no. I said I won't do anything that "I'LL" regret." Moon said with a sinister smile. He pressed a button on his blue forearm, and the whole daycare went on lockdown, lights turning off completely then flashing back on, but every light was now a deep red color. The roof opened up, and many guns, tazers, and blasters were aimed at the three men. They all had a look of panic on their face while Moon smiled wide, almost like a serial killer would before slaughtering his victims.

"Hey! W-what are you doing?" One of the executives said in fear, looking around the now blood red room. "Let us out!" The second executives said, trying to move out of the way of the gun barrels, but the gun seemed to follow every single movement he made. "Moondrop, let us out! I swear I'll scrap you and your whole family!" The head executive said, stepping closer to Moon, trying to threaten him, believing he still had some control in the situation. Moon grabbed the head executive by the throat and lifted him off the floor. The executive held onto Moon's arm and began to squirm and hit Moon's arm, trying to free himself, but it was useless. Moon was too strong.

"Now, let me make something PERFECTLY clear to you, Fazbear execs..." Moon said, stepping further into the daycare, making the two other executives walk backwards, trying to put some distance between themselves and Moondrop.

"You never owned us." Moon said in a voice that was clear but threatening all at the same time.

"We could have left anytime we wanted. You think it's just the daycare I have rigged? Nah. Every inch of this place has been under my control since..." Moon paused, trying to recall how long he's had full control over the Pizza-plex for "Since 2021. I have had this place completely under my control. All the cams? Mine. All the doors? Mine." Moon pressed a button on his arm to temporarily open the daycare doors. The two executives tried to bolt past Moon and towards the now opened door only for Moon to press the button on his arm again and have the door slam shut on the two attempting to flee executives. "The light?" Moon pressed another button higher up on his wrist and flashed every single light in the daycare on and off rapidly, temporarily blinding the executives. "Mine. Every single thing in this Pizza-plex is mine. You guys at Fazbear may think you own us... but ya, don't. Me and my family could have left at any time we wanted. I stayed for Sun cause he likes being a daycare attendant. Lunar stayed cause... well, he didn't know what else to do with himself after leaving Eclipse. Earth stayed because she liked the kids and wanted to spend time with me and Sun. Heck, Solar doesn't even like working here all that much. He only works here for access to the tools and free movies he gets to watch. None of us actually like working for you. That's no secret. What was a secret, though, is that I had this whole place rigged... and rigged to blow."

The choking executive glanced at Moon with fear in his eyes when he heard Moon say he had the whole Pizza-plex rigged to blow. "Y-you have what?" One of the fearful executives asked.

"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention.. I rigged this whole place to explode if I ever needed to or if you guys tried anything like... this. I would have blown up the whole Pizza-plex. Heck, I planned on doing it a lot of the time, but then I remembered Sun really likes this job, and if I blew up the Pizza-plex, then where would all the other Glamrocks go? And I-I could just never find the time." Moon squeezed the head executive's neck a bit, cutting off almost all his air supply and carried on the conversation so casually as he did it was like he rehearsed this talk a million times.

"Now... he's what I'm thinking. I can tie all three of you up and rig the whole Pizza-plex to explode when I leave, turning you three and this place into a pile of ash..."

"Please, I have kids!" One of the executives pleaded.

"Or..." Moon paused on the "or" for dramatic affect. "I can let you all go... and we can pretend this never happened. You let me and my family leave. You guys can keep your lives and some of the channels revenue and me and my family get to move on with our lives without any worry of new threats coming for us. Got it?"

The three executives shook their heads up and down rapidly agreeing to Moon's terms.

"Good." Moon said in a sinisterly happy voice that would make the devil from the Bible shiver in fear. Moon threw the head Fazbear executive at his two executive buddies, knocking them all to the ground. Moon smiled, picked his box of stuff back up, and unlocked the door for himself. As the head executive gasped for air, he couldn't just let Moon walk away all victoriously. He had to be the one who came out on top.

"We.. we.. *gasp* have cameras.. we'll... we'll destroy you and your family with that footage. They'll see you a-as dangerous monsters."

"One they already do, and two, all the footage has been altered its just been seeing a loop of me cleaning the daycare this whole time."

The executive looked to a corner of the daycare and saw the camera was down, obviously stuck on a loop of Moon cleaning, just as Moon said. The head executive tried one last attempt to scare Moon into submission. "We'll.. we'll sue you and your family... you'll be scrapped."

Moon snickered and held onto the door

"If I recall you correctly, you said, "we don't have rights." You'd just end up suing yourself. Fazbear takes all the heat for our crimes, not us. Perk of being an animatronic." Moon said, smirking proudly. He began to walk out of the daycare, closing the large oak doors behind him. The head executive tried to speak again, but Moon shut him up with just a few simple numbers and letters. "3415 west avenue street, Hurricane Utah. You live in the blue two story house on the corner of Maple Street, and your wife usually picks you up at ten cause you work late and got your license suspended after a road rage incident even though she much rather be watching Judge Judy with her wine friends and talking about how she wishes she married the quarterback from high-school instead of you." Moon stared at the executive, giving him a look that silently said."Try me."

The head executive finally fell silent, snapping his mouth shut before he said something that really ticked off Moon. Moon took one last look around the daycare to see if any of them wanted to speak again. Once he was sure they were sufficiently scared, he smiled. "Good talk, gentlemen. Good night."

Moon took hold of the door and began to walk out of the daycare before he paused and added, "Oh, and in case any of you get any funny ideas, I also have your phones tapped and have already hacked every camera in Fazbear HQ so if you tell anyone... I'll know." Moon flashed one last sinister smile to the executives and finally left the daycare.

"Night, gentlemen. Been a pleasure working with ya."

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hiya! Could you do a one-shot of Alastor x fem! reader who is like Art the clown (from the terrifier movies, all hallows eve and the ninth circle)?

Perhaps they met when Alastor first got to hell and reader wanted to kill him at first but due to his old fashioned ways (the courting and such) along with him being quite sadistic when it comes to killing, she became more curious about him and it led to a relationship?

How would their relationship be? Would it become more of a one sided thing? Would she try to harm him after he comes back from his seven year absence? I’d love to see your interpretation on this!

~ 🕷️

Terrify Me~

(Anon, I promise I did not forget you! I have never seen these movies and call myself a horror fanatic! So I watched them all as I had the time to try and be better at this writing! I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated!) TW: Torture, Death, assault, Suggestive, Sad, Comfort

Hell was far more entertaining than back up on the earth, though yes, it sucked dying to those damn cops. This was where it was at. You had free reign to torture and torment those around you; the good deal was that people didn’t die permanently as long as you used the right tools. This led to such an easy time finding prey to stalk. It also allowed you to develop incredible powers as people begged and pleaded with you for deals on being free from torment. 

You were a terrifying creature, a black-and-white marionette doll with no voice box. Your movements and attention to detail got you through your life in hell. You were sadistic and cruel to whoever became your prey for the time you spent stalking them, hunting them, and slowly driving your enemy mad. You were so good at the job that people recognized you as an Overlord before even discussing it with you. Of course, who would dare get in your line of sight less you make them the next target? 

You didn’t care about hell’s silly hierarchy or games; you only cared about getting your fill. Your mind was on the prize of listening to beautiful screams and cries. Like a masterful puppet pulling strings, your looks did not portray your abilities all that well. You may have looked like the prey, but you were the top predator. You were deadly, mind, body, and soul.

Years had passed of your reign as the queen of torture till a new man arrived on the scene. Alastor, the radio demon, died not too long after your rise to fame and began to make waves in the underworld as he broadcasted screams of the damned and tortured. His show quickly became one of your favorites, and you would play it as you killed and murdered innocent demonic souls, hoping to make a deal with you for safety. 

Eventually, though, your love and passion for the radio demon's show turned to disgust and hate as he began to take your place in the world of torturing the damned. You had found a new prey to stalk, and it was someone who was equally matched. 

Your stalk began small, with just hushed whispers and knowledge of the man you wished to end. You found photos and some video of him, but it was grainy and distorted. He was a handsome man. He would be so beautiful strung up. As you thought of many ways to torture and abuse him, the next phase of your plan was in order.

Though you were an ‘overlord,’ you never attended meetings. However, you did start when it came to hunting Alastor. Watching his every move and emotion, you saw he was good at mimicking and faking just like you. Yet you had to say you were just that much better at it. When you two first officially met, you could visibly see the disdain on his face when you couldn’t speak. Like many powerful beings, Alastor puts weight on words, something you have no control over, always giving you the upper hand. 

You found every excuse to be around and speak to the man. Eager to move on to stage three of your plan to capture and torment this soul. Actively seeking Alastor out, you began to carry a notepad to speak with him. Small conversations that would sometimes run long. You enjoyed his voice, at least. You thought it would sound lovely, screaming in pain and agony. 

Though you had these sick, twisted thoughts about Alastor, you couldn’t help but be curious about the other feelings he elicited. You wanted to hear him sing, watch him smile, and enjoy his murder. His many good qualities interested you even more. You even sought medical help in the man before you as you didn’t understand these stirrings you had around him and him alone.

As the final plan commenced where you would capture and torture him, you were caught off guard by a single black rose being placed before you. Looking at it and holding it gently, you felt your undead heart flutter. This situation happened many times over and over.

You would go to kill or capture Alastor, and right there, every time you would execute your plan, he would have a trinket or doo dad for you to keep as your own. He began to touch you gently, shoulders, face, sides. Things started to shift in you; you were being courted, and it wasn’t until you experienced this love that you realized it happened: Alastor had you under his spell. 

Your plans of killing Alastor were long gone; now, you just wanted to have the joy of torturing others together. Come a year of your stupid game; you were now officially Alastor's partner in crime. It was charming how he always let you get the first stab and helped you stalk and scare others. He even taught you how to cook and kill the dead sinners. Things were well between you two, so well that domestic life began to become a norm for two sadistic sinners. Yet it all changed one day suddenly. You had been out on a kill someone you and Alastor had stalked for months. However, when you returned covered in blood and a dead body in tow, Alastor was nowhere to be found. You waited a year in that small home you two made, and he never appeared.

After seven long years, you returned to the top of the food chain; you were vicious and cold-hearted. Bloodthirsty. You allowed yourself to be blindsided by a man who couldn’t even say goodbye. Anger consumed you as the years passed, and you became known as the terrifier. You were deadly on a much larger scale than your first time on the scene. You were always longing for Alastor just to come back home. You were longing openly to all that you would kill him and make him pay.

While on the town killing, you heard a familiar buzz. Your blood ran cold as the familiar sound flooded your senses. Running to the old home, you two shared the life long forgotten: you hoped so badly to see him standing there as he once did. Would you kill him? Let him live? Fall into his arms again?

As you entered the house, he wasn’t there. It was still empty, still intact, the same as you left it six years ago. Sighing, you left and walked to the nearest brothel to kill some easy dirtbags. That's when you saw the shadow. Was this a game? Some sick, twisted game to make you think Alastor had come back for you.

Following the shadow, you grew more rabid and curious. Eventually, you found yourself atop a hill where the Hazbin Hotel sat. Walking in, it was silent; it was late at night, and you assumed everyone was asleep. Stepping further into the forbidden territory, you looked around cautiously. It was homey and bright, too bright for your liking, yet some of the decor looked like what you saw in your old home with Alastor.

You felt the presence before you heard it, and suddenly, a bright smile overtook your face. He was here; he was back. Seeing before you Alastor, the radio demon, your lost love, you took a step towards him, afraid it was fake. You don’t know what emotion overtook you the most. You wanted to tear him apart, yet seeing him there, everything felt so surreal. His smile, for once, was authentic, and as he opened his arms out for you and you rushed in, you heard the faintest, “Oh, how you still terrify me…”