#farfalla thoughts

[cohmacvitusstanartbackup]

Darth Bane books stuff from early 2024!

[farfallasims]

i have been wanting to post sims content on tiktok for the longest time but i'm just not sure how it works do u have any tips? like what content does well and what to post etc. thanks in advance <3

I wanted to answer this early because I actually have a lot to say on this and I thought I could shed some light!

If you want just the black and white answer, the videos that do the best on TikTok are mod reviews. But I believe that's because it targets the average sim player, i.e. people not in this community. People heavily involved in the sims community who either make content or socialize about sims on a public platform are not the average sim player.

If you want to target the actual simming community like creators on tumblr, youtube, twitter, etc. I recommend posting stuff that is machinimas, videos of interior design, fashion content, stories, etc. This is alienating mod reviews. We as a community can agree we're all informed on many mods old and new that are spread around, so we don't necessarily need to see those videos all the time.

A lot of simmers can agree that mod reviews are oversaturating TikTok right now. It's not awful, but it gets boring seeing the same mod be reviewed multiple times. We want instant gratification for something new and exciting; so posting the same thing through multiple people is boring.

At the end of the day, it depends on who you want your target audience to be, and either choice is not the wrong choice. It's just based on who you want to be your typical viewer.

I hope this helped a lil bit and shed some light on the SimsTok space!

[lunamagicablu]

Le persone silenziose, di solito, non sono amate né apprezzate. E' più semplice provare simpatia per chi chiacchiera senza problemi, per chi è di compagnia, meglio ancora se è "l'anima della festa". Il silenzio fa paura, non è forse così? Fa risuonare nell'aria pensieri scomodi, è la strada per guardarsi dentro e scoprire tutte le proprie ombre. Ecco perché le persone taciturne sono incomprese, a volte odiate, altre volte reputate "strane". Sembra che non si possa fare a meno del chiacchiericcio, delle parole (anche futili e banali), perché ci distraggono da quello che veramente siamo. Impariamo ad apprezzare chi parla poco e ascolta molto, chi osserva senza giudicare né parlare, chi pronuncia poche parole, ma di valore. Quelle persone sono entrate nel proprio silenzio, hanno lottato contro i propri demoni e raggiunto conquiste. Attraverso i loro occhi potreste scorgere un mondo intero a voi sconosciuto, un mondo che potrà essere la chiave verso la comprensione di qualcosa di più importante di semplici parole. Perché solo chi sta in silenzio può ascoltare il battito del proprio cuore, la vibrazione delle ali di una farfalla, l'energia che ci circonda e ci attraversa. Esiste un mondo che va ben al di là di vuote parole, un luogo di meraviglia, dove il silenzio è Tutto. Pubblicato da Mirial art by_mikesch_ ************************ Silent people are usually not loved or appreciated. It is easier to feel sympathy for those who chat without problems, for those who are company, even better if they are "the life of the party". Silence is scary, isn't it? It makes uncomfortable thoughts resonate in the air, it is the way to look inside and discover all your shadows. This is why taciturn people are misunderstood, sometimes hated, other times considered "strange". It seems that we cannot do without chatter, words (even futile and banal ones), because they distract us from who we really are. We learn to appreciate those who speak little and listen a lot, those who observe without judging or speaking, those who say few but valuable words. Those people entered into their silence, fought against their demons and achieved conquests. Through their eyes you could see an entire world unknown to you, a world that could be the key to understanding something more important than simple words. Because only those who are silent can listen to the beat of their own heart, the vibration of a butterfly's wings, the energy that surrounds us and passes through us. There is a world that goes far beyond empty words, a place of wonder, where silence is Everything. Published by Mirial art by_mikesch_ 

[xogiada]

giada d'amiano.

(JORDANA BREWSTER, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that GIADA D’AMIANO I heard the FORTY- ONE year old is INTUITIVE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also MANIPULATIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are COUNCIL in THE SERPENTS gang. penned by ally

basics.

full name: giada rosalia d’amiano nickname(s): g, gia, ms. d’amiano face claim: jordana brewster age: 41 birthdate: may 4th star sign: taurus gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual gang: the serpents, council  cover: boutique owner birthplace: milan, italy  current residence; new york, new york languages: english & italian & Portuguese theme song: gloria - laura  branigan

reflection.

face claim: jordana brewster. hair color: dark brown eye color: espresso brown height: 5’7 build: tall & slender, and loves her risotto alla milanese tattoos: tramp stamp from her rebellious teen years. small butterfly because her favorite aunt used to call her "piccolina farfalla" little butterfly in italian. scars: burn mark on her leg from boiling pasta

family.

mother: antonia d'amiano father: massimo d'amiano siblings: angelina d'amiano (29, adopted) pets: tba

personality.

characteristics:  intuitive, clever, quick witted, savvy, manipulative, reticent, opportunistic, passionate, loyal, dramatic, particular, innovative, honest  fears:  small spaces and off the rack couture  hogwarts house: ravenclaw passions/hobbies: designing clothes specifically lingerie for her boutique, cooking her family’s secret recipes, entertaining, shopping, watching old hollywood films especially ones starring sophia loren, playing cards and smoking cigars, supporting ac milan football club, fashion week  drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: not opposed, thing of the past/ in moderation, big vino lover / cigarettes and cigars socially   colors: classic black and white, pops of red and jewel tones. aesthetics: cigar smoke and lipstick stains, having an ace up her sleeve, homemade vino, power suits, imported issues of vogue italia, stilettos tapping impatiently, family style dinners, fur lined dressing gowns, upping the ante, sketches and 100s scattered over marble countertops, sips of espresso, focaccia to finish off the last bits of sauce, 3AM strokes of genius, a spritz of dolce & gabana, mascara stained satin pillowcases, fashion week in milan.

biography.

Giada was just a child when her father uprooted his family from Milan, Italy to New York City to join her grandfather in the Serpents gang he would eventually become a council member of. Growing up, she was the principessa, and apple of her mafiosa father’s eye. Though she was surrounded by the family business, daddy’s little girl was always thought to be just that and young Giada was kept as in the dark as much as possible when it came to his dirty work, deemed by her father a man’s business.  It was a challenge that made his endeavors all the more intriguing to her. While her mother urged her to help her with Sunday dinner, Giada found herself sneaking off to play cards and smoke cigars with the neighborhood kids. She was sharp, intuitive, and business savvy taking after her father more than mother. Quickly, she learned the ways of the streets, and the higherary of the families. Eager to prove herself, Giada used her cleverness to hustle kids and make a pretty penny. Her efforts only disappointed her parents, and the more Giada was kept away the more she began to rebel, even falling for a boy from a rival family.  Naturally, it couldn’t work and by the time Giada was 17, she was shipped back to the motherland in hopes of straightening her out and keeping her away from the family business. She lived with her Zia Teresa outside of Milan learning the ways of the old country. Her zia taught her all the secrets behind the family recipes, how to sew, tend a garden, and above all else that the most important thing in this life is family.   After living in Italy for five years, Giada returned from the fashion capital not only with renewed sense of clarity, but with a degree in fashion merchandising. She and her siblings became incredibly close afterwards, and she is the first one to invite everyone over for Sunday dinner and a round of scopa. She found love and met a person who would later become her ex-fiance. In return, her father gifted her Moda Bella, not only as a reward for a job well done but also as another distraction in hopes she would be too busy with the boutique to concern herself with business dealings.  And for a while that’s exactly what Giada did; she kept her cards close and played the long game. For while there is a queen in the deck, one must be careful how they play it.  When the D’Amiano patriarch passed, she couldn’t help but jump at the chance to become a part of the serpents in her father's honor. She started off small, offering up her boutique as a stronghold in addition to 30 percent of the earnings and eventually working her way up the ranks.  Now at 41, Giada has gambled away her chance at love and a family of her own to be dealt in at The Serpents table. She earned a spot as a council member with a hunger to keep the momentum going. She is willing to do just about anything to prove that she too can play with the big boys.

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[pixelglam]

Hi! Hope you're having an amazing day! Quick question, Have you thought about releasing the Browstone’s family portrait that appeared in farfalla's post?

Hello! I will not be releasing any artwork or cc that I customized for my or someone else's sims/game.

[daebakinc]

Happy birthday admin Tam🥳🥳 I hope you have a great day and that you enjoy the new year of life, I went to Italy a few months ago and got a necklace that reminded me of you so much! It's interesting how I think about someone I don't really know hahaha but who has definitely left a mark in my life through the beauty of her writing 💙 I wish I could show you the necklace but it's a🦋, when I saw it , everything felt like destiny finding a blue Farfalla, the name that you somehow gave me in Italy a place I never thought I would visit. Anyway thanks for your writing and hope you may always remember that there's someone who thinks about you and your writing often. May you be greatly blessed. Happy birthday. Sending lots of love~ 💙Farfalla 🦋

Hello, sweetest angel! I'm so sorry for being months late in reply; not an excuse, but I was going through some things. Life is much better now though, and got even better when I read your message! Finding the butterfly necklace in Italy really was meant to be! The universe is funny that way sometimes, isn't it? I really hope you enjoyed Italy!!! I loved the little time I spent there and can't wait to go back. I hope you are doing fantastic and are loving life with all that is good coming to you! I promise one of my goals this month is to restart writing for your favorite series too! 😉Love you so much and thank you for the well wishes! 😘😘😘😘😘

[farfallaland]

Done watching the disguiser, now i can safely put wang kai on my chinese crush list beside xiao zhan and zhu yilong. 😍

As for disguiser; war, spy and military dramas aren't something i would watch unless i have some ulterior motives which in this case was me missing nirvana in fire casts.

And honestly I'm glad i did. I liked how it was mostly about family.

ming lou and ah cheng's bromance/brotherhood was topnotch. This is probably my favorite relationship here.

No betrayal, not even a second of doubt or hard feelings all you see is mutual love, care and trust.

Actually all the family moments were pleasant to watch. Overall the sentimental part of the story, the characters and their plans was interesting enough for me to watch it until the end.

Special bonus: i loved their sibling fights😂 especially here:

One was busy throwing tantrum, apples and knives,

The other was busy receiving them.

And there stood ah chen eating apples and enjoying the show in cold blood😂

[palatinewolfsblog]

L'Effet Papillon (The Butterfly Effect).

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 14

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Masterlist

"Welcome to Villa Farfalla" Roberta says when we get out of the car.

"Farfalla vendetta?" Mason chuckles.

"Everyone does that joke, you aren't being original" she replies, rolling her eyes. "It is called farfalla because that's the nickname my great-grandfather had for my great-grandmother. He built this place for her!"

"That's cute" Declan says.

"Should we start with the tour?" Roberta asks.

"After you" Mason says, taking her hand on his and kissing it, making her giggle.

"Are you ready for two weeks or hearing her giggle?" I ask Declan. Once we arrived home after the World Cup, we all decided to spend part of the summer holidays in Italy like Roberta had suggested, though only David and Sophie know that we are together. My parents think it is just Roberta and I, and the media believes that Mason and Declan are in Mykonos or Dubai like most of their teammates.

"I'm afraid we are gonna hear her do more than just giggle" Declan sighs. 

"Well, at least it is a big house" I laugh, linking my arm with his and following Roberta and Mason.

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"Morning."

"Good morning. Coffee?" Declan asks, his eyes slowly scanning my body.

"Yes, please" I say, trying to play it cool and leaning against the kitchen's countertop where he is making himself some breakfast, doing my best to ignore the fact that my temperature has gone a few degrees up just by the way he was looking at me.

"They also woke you up, didn't they?" he chuckles, his eyes still fixed on my body. Thank you for buying me these pyjamas, Sophie. 

"I didn't get to sleep until they finished."

"I had never heard him be so loud."

"Same with Roberta. It was as if they had the door and all the windows open."

"Maybe they did."

"Then thank God they closed at least the door when I walked past their room now. They were back at it."

"Really?" he laughs.

"Yep. They are like rabbits or something” I laugh. “Anyway, what are you eating?"

"Just a toast with some peach marmalade I found" he says. "Do you want a bite?"

"Are you sure it isn't out of date? Roberta said most things on the cupboards were from last summer."

"I didn't check" he shrugs, giving his toast a big bite.

"Declan!"

"Whot?" 

"First of all, manners. You do not speak with your mouth full of food. And second, what if you get sick? I came here to relax and have a good time, not to be your nurse."

"You probably are a great nurse" he smirks.

"I'm the least helpful person in the world if you are puking or bleeding, so I don't think so."

"Shame. Guess it'll have to be just roleplaying" he says, giving the toast another bite.

"Are you into that?" I ask, arching a brow.

"Never tried it. You?"

"Nope."

"Do you want to?"

"What are you suggesting, Mr. Rice?" I ask with a mischievous smile.

"Well..." he says, putting his toast down and licking his fingers very slowly, definitely knowing what he is doing. "I thought we could... You know. Become rabbits too."

"Declan!" I laugh.

"Don't you want to?" he asks, grabbing me by the waist and pushing me against the kitchen's countertop.

"Become a rabbit? Nope."

"And what about doing what rabbits do?" 

"Maybe..."

"Just maybe?" he says, trying to sound offended.

"I guess you'll have to convince me."

"Ok" he chuckles. "May I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask every time you want to do it, you know?" I laugh.

"Yeah... But I still fear MI6 may show up out of nowhere."

"The bodyguards here are all Italian, you are safe."

"Oh, great. Now the mafia is involved."

"Declan!"

"I was just teasing" he smiles.

"Roberta is tired of hearing people make that bad joke when she tells them she is Italian, so now when someone mentions it, she says that everyone in Italy has an uncle that works for the mafia and that should watch out."

"I'll have to ask Gianlu if that's true, then."

"Scamacca? He's hot."

"Excuse me?" 

"I have eyes" I shrug. "And if you didn't exist, he could be my prince."

"Imagine him with a crown and his neck tattoos" Declan laughs.

"My mum would faint the moment she sees me with him. She hates tattoos."

"I don't have any."

"You don't?"

"Want to check for yourself?" he smirks.

"I thought you wanted to kiss me" I reply with a similar smile.

"We can do both things. First I can kiss you," Declan says, brushing his lips against mine. "And then we can check each other to see if we have tattoos."

"I don't have tattoos."

"That's what you say. May I kiss you?"

"Urgh, stop asking and just do it" I say, pulling him closer to me and kissing him, that electricity I've always felt when we touch or kiss going through my whole body once again. It is something I can't get enough of. I can't get enough of him. I need him. I want him. And he seems to feel the same, his kisses getting more intense, his hands moving all over my body, getting under my clothes.

"Fuck" I gasp when his thumb brushes over my nipple.

"So hard" he whispers, his eyes focused on mine while he touches me again.

"Look who is talking" I smirk.

"Your room or mine?"

"Yours is too close to Mason's."

"Then yours it is" he says, taking a step back and picking me up.

"Declan!" I laugh again. "What are you doing?"

"I'm carrying you upstairs" he says as he starts walking.

"Why?"

"Because if we walk together, we won't make it. We'll probably start kissing and end up fucking in the middle of the corridor, and that's something I don't enjoy when we aren't alone."

"Does that mean that you've done it before?"

"There are too many stairs at my place" he shrugs.

"Ok" I laugh.

The moment we walk into my room, we are kissing again, hands all over each other, clothes flying everywhere until we are completely naked.

"Is the door closed?" I ask between kisses.

"It is" Declan says, moving me towards the bed and slowly pulling me down until we both are laying on it, kissing again. 

But we are not rushing it. We are enjoying every kiss, every touch, laughing, smiling at each other. It feels...

"Perfect" I say, hugging Declan. "That was perfect."

"It was, wasn't it?" he says, kissing my head.

"I can't remember the last time I made love with someone."

"We... Made love?" he chuckles.

"Yes, we did" I say, turning my head to look at him and resting my chin on his chest. "Didn't you feel it? It wasn't just sex. There was something more, it was... Special."

"It did feel special" he says, putting a lock of hair behind my ear. "The perfect first time."

"The perfect first time" I repeat with a big smile. 

"And I'm glad it went like this, you know?" Declan says, now caressing my cheek. "I didn't want our first time together to be just sex. I wanted it to be special because you are special to me. You aren't like any of the other girls I've been with, and not just because of who you are" he smiles. 

"Aren't you cute?" I giggle.

"I am. I am very cute, and I also am very hungry. Should we go downstairs and grab something to eat? You didn't let me finish my toast, and it probably is lunch time already."

"Can't we cuddle for a bit longer? Just five minutes before we go back to the real world" I pout, hugging him again with both my arm and my leg.

"You mean before going back to those two rabbits we have for best friends."

"Exactly" I laugh. "Let it be just you and I in our perfect bubble for a bit longer."

"Ok. Just the two of us" he replies, hugging me tighter.

[the-cooler-kira]

Can i request caesar spending time with his wife (reader) and his 3 children? I heard caesar always wanted a family.

Famiglia || Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

cw: female reader, pure fluff, Italian

summary: caesar spending time with his wife and children

MASTERLIST

It was a beautiful day in Rome, as usual, and you were sat on a wooden bench in your garden, watching your three children play and waiting for your husband to return from his outing with his best friend.

Leonardo, your oldest son of six years, was pretending to be a king in their tree house. It was built for all of them, but he spent the most time in it as he was the only one who could properly climb and often wanted to get away from his younger siblings.

Zaccaria, the middle child that was four years old, was playing along with his older brother. He couldn't climb that high yet, so he pretended to be a dragon that was threatening to burn it down...only he had some sticks, not fire. Had it been fire you would have intervened. Obviously.

Dafne, your youngest child and only daughter of two years old, was sat on the grass next to you and drawing as best as her little toddler hands would let her.

"Mama! Look what I did!" Speaking of the girl, she got your attention and pointed to the piece of paper she was drawing on. "It's you and papa!"

"Aww, it's amazing honey," you complimented her new work of art and offered her a warm smile. Granted, it wasn't actually that good but you weren't about to break the girls heart. Plus, it had sentimental value and shows how much she loves her parents. How adorable.

"When is papa home?" She titled her head, looking like a curious puppy.

"Very soon, hun. You should show him the drawing when he does get back," you suggested.

"What drawing would that be?" Right on cue, your giant of a husband emerged from the kitchen door.

Dafne yelled in excitement: she always preferred spending time with her father, not that you minded. It was very entertaining to watch the Caesar Zeppeli endure his youngest child climb all over him, as he was a mountain in comparison to the tiny two-year-old. She would often fall asleep in her father's arms. He might not admit it, but you as his wife and his children are his weaknesses. If one of his children want something, he'll end up giving in and giving it to them.

"Papa!" She got up and ran as fast as she could towards him. When she reached him, he picked her up and spun her around in a delicate hug.

"Padre's home!" Leo shouted, finally declining from the treehouse with a grin that stretched to his ears. 

"Welcome home, darling." You stood on your tip-toes to peck your husband's cheek, earning a simultaneous 'eww!' from your children. Their reaction only made you and Caesar laugh.

"What have you all been up to today?" He asked, his radiant smile growing wider in the comfort of his own family.

At his words, your daughter wiggled to get out of his grip and find the drawing she had just made for the two of you. Meanwhile, Leo and Zac were telling their game of pretend like a real story. They even provided their sticks for swords as evidence, complete with dramatic actions that they thought were awesome.

"Papa, look!" Dafne regained her father's attention with a shout.

Already knowing what she wanted to show him, you said, "I think she has something for you."

Caesar looked at you with an amused expression, then looked down at his daughter to see for himself. "What is it, piccola farfalla?"

"This!" She shoved the piece of paper into his much larger hands.

Trying his best not to accidentally tear or crumple the paper, he gently took it from his daughter's tiny hands and analysed it, immediately recognising it as a drawing of himself and his beloved wife. What mainly gave it away was the headband he still wore sometimes, along with the bubbles surrounding the two of you, and the giant red heart in between the sticks figures.

He stood there for what felt like a while. In reality, it was only around thirty seconds. While your husband was near having a heart attack, the rest of you stood there silently waiting for him to say something, anything.

"This- this is so cute! Thank you, Dafne."

Her innocent and starry-eyed expression only made his heart swell more.

“These kids are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, leaning down to rest his heavy head on your shoulder. 

You chuckled softly and kissed his temple, taking in the sweet scent of his blonde hair. “Always so dramatic.”

----

Later on, after dinner, it was still fairly bright outside despite the sun setting as it was the middle of summer. You decided to take a stroll in a nearby public park with your husband and children. 

Of course, the boys being boys they insisted on bringing their toy swords with them to continue their game of make-believe... or to find an excuse to hit each other. You initially said no, but Caesar allowed it considering his aforementioned weakness.

You were carrying Dafne on your hip as she got tired surprisingly quickly when you noticed Zac was lagging behind his brother, his small feet dragging on the ground as his back was slumped. You exchanged a concerned look with your husband when you both realised the four-year-old was muttering and ranting to himself, his fake wooden sword dragging just behind his feet making a scraping noise. 

Caesar realised you were still carrying your only daughter, so he easily caught up with the middle child. “You ok there, Zac?” 

“No,” he whined. “Papa, I’m tired. I wanna go home.” He stomped his foot and nearly fell over due to the quick movement and sudden impact.

"Aw, come here, cicalone." He crouched and gestured for the child to get on his back. Zac complied, but not without continuing to mumble to himself and earning a fond laugh from the both of you. 

He soon fell asleep on his father’s back as the calm, subtle movement and the ambience of the peaceful park was able to lull him. If his fluttering eyes wasn’t enough to show he was dreaming, the senseless smile that was large enough to display his dimples was enough evidence. 

You drank in the sight of your son on your husband’s back: you couldn’t be more grateful to be married to Caesar. Not only is he such a nurturing father, he’s also a loving husband. He would do anything for you and your children. You were glad he’s able to be the father he needed when he was younger, and that your children are growing up in a healthy household. 

“What are you staring at, tesoro?” His gentle voice made you realise you were staring for a while.

“Am I not allowed to admire my family?” 

“Ever the romantic.”

“Don’t act like you’re not. Remember when we first met?” You began, taking note of the subtle blush forming in his defined cheeks. “The letters, the flowers, the jewellery-”

“It obviously worked, didn’t it?” He cut you off with a low voice, smirking, briefly displaying his hand that carried his wedding band. Forever a reminder of one of the happiest days of your lives. 

“Of course it did. How could I resist a man like yourself?” You got unbearably close to his face.

“You tell me, cara mia.”

You both leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss... until you heard a loud ‘eww’ from underneath you. Oh right. You forgot you were still carrying your daughter, who was still awake. How her exclamation didn’t wake up her fast asleep brother was beyond you, but it did gain the attention of Leo who was walking slightly ahead.

He turned around and realised so he also decided to yell out of childish disgust. "Schifoso!"

He took after his father a lot, and those similarities included comments in Italian. Leo was always looking for ways to impress his dad so he would often speak in Italian and find a new word almost every day.

"Just like your mother: dramatic." Caesar joked.

"Hey!"

Your son only rolled his eyes at this interaction and continued walking. He might seem annoyed, but deep down it warmed his heart knowing his parents were happy. That's all any of you needed: for each other to be happy.

----

"Goodnight, mama."

"Goodnight, Dafne. Sweet dreams," you whispered after turning on your daughter's lamp as she couldn't sleep without a light on just yet.

You kissed her forehead as she snuggled further into her soft blanket. Most of her face was covered, but you could tell she was content.

Walking out, you crossed paths with Leo who had just finished brushing his teeth. That was another trait he inherited from his father: independence. As soon as he learned how to do something by himself, he would never ask for help. You were proud to have a capable son at such a young age, but he ended up inheriting his father's stubbornness. Sometimes, you wish he'd ask for help when he needed.

"Goodnight, Leo." You pulled him into a warm, motherly hug and kissed his forehead like you did with your daughter.

"G'night, mama." He rubbed his eyes and yawned before retreating to his bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You smiled fondly before walking to Zac's bedroom. He was already asleep as your husband had tucked him in, but you still wished him goodnight.

Finally making your way to your shared bedroom, you spotted Caesar already in bed and waiting for you. He was stretched across his side of the bed, the moonlight perfectly illuminating his god-like features. You weren't sure what you had done to make him fall for you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Why would you?

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, a smile forming at the sight of his gorgeous wife. The way the moonlight reflected in your eyes, your figure being lit up by the full moon as your features were seemingly more angelic than usual.

"Come warm me up, mia carissima moglie." He mumbled.

"As you wish, bello." It was momentary, but you noticed how he froze up at the Italian nickname. Is this how you felt every time he spoke in his mother tongue towards you?

"Good girl." Now it was your turn to freeze up, earning a laugh from your smug husband.

Wordlessly, you got into bed and nuzzled into your husband's side, your arm resting on his chest while your leg was thrown over his vast figure. Your head rested in the crook of his neck.

You looked up at him, meeting his emerald eyes, and kissed him on the cheek. However, he wasn't satisfied so he gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head and bringing it closer to his. He rested his forehead against yours, before kissing you slowly. It was full of passion and unspoken words, sometimes actions spoke louder than words and this was one of those times.

You didn't want to, but you had to pull away for air.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)." He muttered, still sweetly holding your face in his calloused hand.

"I love you so much too, Caesar." You smiled despite feeling like putty in his hands.

"The way you say my name is dangerous, tesoro."

"Go to bed."

----

"Mama, papa! Help!" Those words would alarm any sane parent.

"Zac's on the floor and he's not waking up!" Panic was evident in Leo's voice, he was only six years old so how was he supposed to help his four-year-old brother? He didn't know what to do! He didn't know what was even happening. Why was he on the floor? Why was he breathing so quickly? Why was this happening? He doesn't recall this happening to him, or his parents, for that matter.

Of course, you and your husband were up in a flash to see for yourself what happened. When you reached his room it finally hit you what was happening: he was having a nightmare, and for the first time no less.

The thud that sounded through the house had woken up Dafne, and being the curious toddler she is, she wanted to see what was happening.

"Mama and papa were gone," he cried. His tears shattered your heart, so you wiped them away and reassured him that you and Caesar weren't leaving anytime soon.

When you were able to calm him down from the shock and the adrenaline, you suggested letting him sleep in your bed so he'd feel safe.

You went to say goodnight to your children once more, but Leo and Dafne were exchanging awkward looks.

"Do you want to sleep in our bed too?" You asked, knowing full well that they were jealous. A trait they had all picked up from both you and your husband.

They nodded their heads slowly, almost embarrassed.

"Come on then." You opened the door wider so they could get in. They were quick to get comfortable between their guardians.

"Buonanotte, famiglia." Caesar mumbled. You could barely see him, but you could definitely hear the grin in his voice.

"Goodnight!"

It can get a little chaotic at times, but you wouldn't trade your famiglia for the world.

[farfallasims]

Hi Farfalla! I absolutely adore your Sunrise Boutique. It's so beautiful and has totally inspired me to try creating something in a similar vibe. I've found most of the CC through your posts, but I'm still looking for the dresses and wardrobe. I understand your WCIF is closed, and I respect that. I've tried everything I can think of to find them on my own, so I thought I´d try my luck and ask if you'd be willing to share where you got them. Thanks for sharing your amazing creations! 💛

Hi, thank you so much!

A lot of the clothing I used was from the SOHO collection by Felixandre, and the rest was Cowbuild in various wardrobe collections they have. As for the wardrobe itself, I'm 90% certain it is by RubyRedSims.

[ran-orimoto]

I’ve thought about it and have thought about it again in this period and I’ve come to the conclusion I like Tinkermon as a rookie for Fairymon, but I need a bug one toooo.

It feels unfair the other rookies aren’t original ones like Strabimon and Flamon so I DARED to draw a rookie for Fairymon I could personally like. I took a while🤣💕. A friend from tw had convinced me about drawing a Morphomon as her rookie and I did try, but I wasn’t so persuaded about the result. So, I told myself I could attempt to cross another path and try drawing a Digimon OC🤣.

I don’t think Fairymon likes me that much now, but … Fatinamon is here🤣. I struggled about the name, okay? I thought about Parpagliamon, which is our italian farfalla (butterfly) in a northern dialect; I also thought about using the latin term Papilio, but I eventually landed on “Fatinamon” which means little fairy.

As far as concerns her (trash) design, I wanted to make Fairymon a freaking bby butterfly so hard. LIKE, can we let this girl be an animal for once?! Is it better to turn her into a Tinkerbell who’s obsessed with a Digimon Peter Pan??? So bby Fairymon is a bug with more arms and ANTENNAS and some anemones here and there because they’re the flowers of the wind. Yes, I’m kinda obsessed with the fact her sleeping form has got antennas that turn into side locks. I love that so…

BONUS: Messy sketches for my Hc that whenever she gets embarassed her side locks “stand up”🤣💕💕💕.

Shhhhhhh I ship freaking humanoid bugs. I’m not sorry at all.

[lunamagicablu]

10 consigli da mettere in pratica ogni giorno per seminare dentro di noi una serenità costante, consapevole e vera.

1- Stai fermo e in silenzio per almeno dieci minuti al giorno assaporando lentamente ciò che accade attorno a te e nella tua interiorità. La pausa è rigenerante e permette di elaborare pensieri, di far nascere idee e intuizioni, di far spazio al nuovo.

2- Trattieniti dal voler partecipare a pettegolezzi, giudizi e pensieri non utili alla tua crescita come individuo.

3- Respira profondamente ad ogni inizio d’ora. Il respiro è vita e tu hai bisogno di tuffarti nelle sue profondità per percepire ogni tua cellula vibrare a ritmo dell’Universo.

4- Prova ad uscire da te stesso ogni tanto e diventa spettatore della tua vita: che film vedi? A che opera teatrale stai assistendo?

5- Prenditi del tempo per osservare la natura. Abbiamo davanti ai nostri occhi la maestra di vita più importante di sempre ma non ce ne rendiamo conto. Il semplice volo di una farfalla bianca o l’albero davanti alla finestra del nostro ufficio ci possono rivelare verità incredibili, se abbiamo il cuore aperto per ricevere questi insegnamenti.

6- Ogni giorno trova il tempo per muovere le tue gambe camminando, possibilmente nella natura: il tuo corpo si nutre del movimento e solo muovendosi può mettersi a servizio della tua anima!

7- Non piegarti mai: tieni ben dritte le tue spalle, spalanca il tuo petto, innalza la tua schiena. La tua postura parla del tuo modo di affrontare la vita: sii il comandante del tuo corpo, è la nave che ti porta nel mondo!

8- Quando senti che durante la giornata qualcosa ti innervosisce fermati a dialogare con questa tua sensazione: pensa che un messaggero divino è giunto a te per portarti un messaggio.

9- Dialoga con gli altri con la consapevolezza che nel vostro incontro di anime è nascosto un tesoro da trovare: sii profondamente presente, capace di ascoltare, osservatore attendo della tua interiorità. In questo modo il dialogo sarà terreno fertile per far sbocciare intuizioni utili alla tua crescita come individuo.

10- Dentro di te c’è la sorgente della serenità: per scorrere ha bisogno di presenza, di forza vitale e di apertura. Fai fiorire nelle tue giornate queste tre gemme di vita!

Elena Bernabè ************************* 10 tips to put into practice every day to sow constant, aware and true serenity within us.

1- Stay still and silent for at least ten minutes a day, slowly savoring what is happening around you and in your interiority. The break is regenerating and allows you to elaborate thoughts, to give birth to ideas and intuitions, to make room for the new.

2- Refrain from wanting to participate in gossip, judgments and thoughts not useful for your growth as an individual.

3- Breathe deeply at the beginning of each hour. Breath is life and you need to dive into its depths to perceive every cell of yours vibrating to the rhythm of the Universe.

4- Try to get out of yourself from time to time and become a spectator of your life: what movie do you see? What theater are you watching?

5- Take time to observe nature. We have before our eyes the most important life teacher ever but we don't realize it. The simple flight of a white butterfly or the tree in front of our office window can reveal incredible truths to us, if we have an open heart to receive these teachings.

6- Find time every day to move your legs by walking, possibly in nature: your body feeds on movement and only by moving can it serve your soul!

7- Never bend over: keep your shoulders straight, open your chest, raise your back. Your posture speaks of your way of approaching life: be the commander of your body, it's the ship that takes you into the world!

8- When you feel that during the day something makes you nervous, stop and talk to this feeling of yours: think that a divine messenger has come to you to bring you a message.

9- Dialogue with others with the awareness that in your meeting of souls there is a hidden treasure to be found: be profoundly present, able to listen, an attentive observer of your interiority. In this way the dialogue will be fertile ground for intuitions to blossom that are useful for your growth as an individual.

10- Inside you is the source of serenity: to flow it needs presence, life force and openness. Make these three gems of life flourish in your days!

Elena Bernabè 

[mrsavery]

OUR MIRACLE

Massimo Torricelli x Reader 

Warnings: None

Summary: You give Massimo the most precious Christmas gift that he always has wished but never got.

Word count: 1808

It had been exactly five years since your first Christmas together. Five years filled with love and happiness. The Christmas lights were dancing on the Christmas three, and soft music was playing in the background, as you walked through the empty house with a gift in your hands. It was for Massimo who, at this moment, was away for business but should be home in a few hours.

As you sat is down under the three and looked around the room, you could not stop smiling, knowing that one day things were going to change. You left the room and went to the kitchen, humming ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ under your nose. Since your husband was gone, the house felt empty and foreign, and you were counting hours until his return. The clock on the wall showed that it was only four in the evening, meaning that Massimo would not be home for another three to four hours.

You knew all about his lifestyle, about his work and family. It scared you at first, because you were afraid of his life not yours, knowing that every day could be his last. Never ever in the five years of being together you had been in danger, had been kidnapped or touched by others. Massimo had been doing everything to keep you safe, and he is keeping his promise.

You walked back to the living room and sat on the couch with a cacao mug in your hands. You will wait for your husband here and, while waiting, read a book that you have not been able to finish in a long time. It is a novel that Massimo gave you on your twenty-fifth birthday a few months ago. Your husband knows how much you love reading, and because of that most of his present are books.

One hour passes, then the other and soon you have finished reading the book. You put it in the bookshelf and return to your place on the couch. When ‘Last Christmas’ starts playing in the background, you close your eyes and let your mind take you back to your first Christmas together.

Massimo’s warm hands wrapped themselves around your waist, as he sat behind you on the floor. He put his head on your shoulder and inhaled your scent, like he always did. It helped him to calm down.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him.

“Si.” Massimo replied and afterwards kissed your cheek. “How was your day, farfalla?”

“I talked to my brother a few minutes ago.” You said and looked at the fireplace in front of you. The fire was dancing, and you felt Massimo shifter against you. “He said that my parents still cannot forgive me for leaving.”

Seven months ago, you left home, ran away from your arranged marriage and things that you knew. You were born and raised in a small town in west England where everyone knew everyone. There were two farms in your town, where most of the people worked. One was owned by your father, and the other was owned by the Carter family. They wanted to unite both farms, and the only way how to do it was by marriage. As the Carter family only had a son your age, and you were the first-born daughter in your family, you both were supposed to marry. Jonathan Carter was beautiful, but you did not like him.

You tried everything to get break the arrangement, even gave your place to your sister who wanted to marry Jonathan, but it did not give any results. Jonathan only wanted to marry you, claiming that you were the most beautiful girl in the town. Your brother, seeing tears in your eyes two days before the wedding, helped you to leave. You flew all the way down to Italy and started a new life there.

You missed your family very much, but the life was better for you here. If you tried to return… You did not know how it would end and did not want to find out. You had a new life here, a man who loved you and who took care of you. Massimo was giving you the world, but the pain in your heart did not leave easily.

You felt Massimo’s thumbs on your cheeks wiping away the tears that had fallen. “Everything is going to be alright.” You whispered and turned around to face your boyfriend. You got into his lap, wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed his lips softly. You looked into his dark eyes and whispered words that both never have told loud. “I love you.”

Massimo just smiled and kissed you back, this time with more passio. “I love you too, farfalla.”

You opened your eyes when your phone made a quiet sound. You took it in your hands and smiled because it was a message from your brother. He had sent a family picture of him, his wife, and their three years old daughter. You decided to call him in return, and your brother answered almost immediately.

“Hi, Merry Christmas!” You said with a smile.

“Merry Christmas to you too! Did you see the picture?” He asked. You could hear your niece’s laughter in the background.

“Yes, you all look amazing, when Massimo comes, I will show him it too.”

“Where is he?”

“Some unexpected things came up, and he was forced to go to the work. He should be back soon.” Your brother thought that Massimo owned a company and was CEO there. It was a partly true, since he owns a few companies around the world, but he mostly uses it as a cover, because truly he is a Don to the biggest mafia in Europe, but your brother did not need to know that.

“I will hope that Massimo comes home fast. I do not want you to spend the Christmas alone.” He said, and you heard pain in his voice. You have not seen him since your wedding that was four years ago, and both of you wanted to spent time together with your families, but never really had a chance.

“I will not.” You said and put a hand on your stomach. “Alice is growing up fast.”

“Yes, she is. It is like only yesterday she was born… I have been thinking about you and Massimo. You both are happy, but a little child would make things even better. You are already twenty-five, and he is, let me count… thirty-five.”

“We will think about it.”

“I have to go, [Y/N]. Mother is calling. Talk to you soon, alright? And give Massimo my greetings.” You were not able to reply, because your brother ended the call. You as well put your phone away and smiled when you looked outside the window and saw your husband’s car approaching. Massimo was finally home!

You stood up and made sure that room looks perfect, before walking to the front door. Before you could open them, Massimo beat you to it and smiled seeing you. “Hi, farfalla.”

“Hi, Massimo.” You let him take of his jacked and shoes before you ran into his embrace and kissed him with force. You had missed your husband all day, and you could not wait for him to open his present, because it was a tradition for you and Massimo to open presents on Christmas Eve instead of the next morning. “How did the meeting go?”

“I would have been happier to stay home with my wife instead of listening to them.” You chuckled at his answer.

“Nobody is perfect.”

“Only you.” Massimo said kissing your bare neck. “Can we skip presents and go up?’

You turned around and put hands on his chest. He was much taller than you, but the height difference had never been an issue for you. “After you open your present.”

He groaned. “Why does my present is so important? In my opinion, sex with my wife is more important than presents, because you are the biggest present that I have got.”

“Because after you open it, we will be able to go and celebrate.”

Massimo raised his eyebrow to you. “A celebration?”

You nodded and got out of his embrace. You walked to the tree and got out a little blue box that you had placed there earlier. “This is for you.” You said giving it to your husband. You sat down next to him on the sofa, as he slowly opened the present. Massimo undid the white bow tie, then unwrapped the blue wrapping paper, never leaving your eyes.

You smiled at Massimo when he opened the small carbon box in his hands and froze. He took out the white stick that was showing two pink lines and then looked at you. Massimo was too shocked to talk, and his tears were evidence of that.

It was a miracle that you were pregnant. Ten years ago, when Massimo was shot and his father was killed, he got the news that changed his life. He had survived an attempted murder but lost his chance to become a father. The chances of him becoming father were almost non-existent. Over the years he had reconciled that he will not have children, and once Massimo told you that you were free to leave him because of that.

You stayed, knowing that without him, you were nothing. Massimo came into your life as a savior, to save you from the darkness, but in the end, you saved him too. Doctors had said that chances were very low, even with artificial insemination, but you both managed to beat it all and become pregnant without trying.

When you saw these pink lines appear in the morning, you could not stop crying. It was a real miracle that you will always be thankful for. You and Massimo had talked about adoption, but it always ended with a fight and a make-up sex later. As much as you were ready to be a parent, you were not sure that you would be able to love a baby that was not genetically yours. There would always be fear that his or her real parents would show up and take him or her away from you. It would break you, so you both decided that it was not an option.

Massimo took his eyes off the pregnancy test and looked into your eyes that were full of tears too. “I’m pregnant, Massimo. We are going to have a baby!” It took him about three seconds to throw the stick on the glass coffee table and take you in his arms. You were wrapped in his large embrace and your husband’s wet cheek was pressed against yours.

“We are going to have a baby.” He whispered and put one of his hands on your flat belly. “A baby.”

You put your hand over his large one and said. “Our baby.”

farfalla- butterfly

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 3

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Slightly questionable consent to begin with. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

Your head bumped slightly against the corner of the kitchen cupboard and this brought you back to reality. What did you think you were doing? You pushed Billy away roughly and stepped quickly away from him. He looked bereft but you ignored that, saying, “Okay, Billy - enough. I don’t know what I was thinking!” You picked up some of the crockery and went to the dishwasher.

Billy lounged back against the sink, arms crossed, long legs spread, contemplating you.

“That you were enjoying it?”

You huffed, “So what if I was? But it really wasn’t a good idea.” He smirked, “You don’t really believe that.” He pushed himself off the sink unit and headed back to the living room, saying over his shoulder, “To be continued, sweetheart.”

You clattered the dishes around, loading the dishwasher and mentally beating yourself up for giving in to your baser instincts, when you heard Aleksander’s voice in the other room.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” You heard Billy make a relaxed stretching noise like a cat, and you could visualise him doing just that.

“Oh I dunno. What could I possibly be looking pleased about, huh?” “You…!” shouted Aleksander, and then you heard scuffling noises so you rushed through there. As you’d feared, Billy and Aleksander were rolling around on the floor, grunting and trying to punch each other’s lights out.

“Stop it!” you yelled at the top of your voice, but they ignored you. So you waded in, trying to separate them without success. Eventually you took to landing punches on them yourself. Both of them stopped wrestling and looked at you in surprise, and you took this opportunity to yell at them, “Get up! Stop this right now and get up!”

You all unentangled yourselves, standing up and rearranging clothes. They sat down on a sofa each, while you stood there glaring at them like a headmistress, arms crossed. “What is it with you two?! You’re like a couple of stags butting heads! And I’m not talking about your stupid amplifier!” you yelled at them and glaring at Aleksander. The two of them mumbled under their breaths and you said loudly, “What? What was that? It better have been ‘we’re sorry we make you act like our mum’ or something like that!”

They both laughed, exchanging glances, and you snapped, “This is no laughing matter! I’m sick of it. It’s like having two children around the place.” Billy composed his face into a serious expression, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart. But you must know that a mother’s the last thing we think of you as.” Aleksander nodded, “For once I agree with that idiot.” He looked intently at you, “We both want you, so that’s never going to end well.”

You felt your face pink up, “I’m not some snack to be fought over!” “Course you’re not, sweetheart,” soothed Billy, “but this idiot thought I’d slept with you so he lost his cool.” “Did not!” roared Aleksander, then his head swung to you, “You didn’t, did you?” “No I did NOT!” you insisted. “But she did kiss me,” smirked Billy. Outraged, you screeched, “You kissed me, if you recall!” Billy just kept on smirking and Aleksander launched himself across the coffee table, grabbing Billy by the throat and hissing, “Just as well for you I can’t use the Cut right now!”

“Oh for god’s sake,” you said, “just stop it, will you?” Aleksander stood up, huffing and smoothing down his t-shirt, sitting down on the other sofa again. “What’s the Cut?” queried Billy. “You don’t wanna know,” you said, “now I’m going to put the TV on for you children because I need to do some housework.” You heard a chuckle from Billy, “Yeah! You could put on a maid’s outfit if ya like?” You flipped him the middle finger, switched on the TV and went back into the kitchen.

You could hear a rumble of voices from the other room, and just hoped that war was not about to break out again. What the hell were you going to do about this situation? You had the feeling it was building to boiling point.

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When you emerged a little later having seen to your domestic tasks, you found the two of them sitting on the floor with your old Monopoly set open in front of them. Aleksander was poring over the instructions and they both turned towards you, “How d’ya play this?” asked Billy. You stared at him, “Now him I could understand but you? You’ve never played Monopoly?” His face fell and he shrugged, “No, they didn’t have it in the orphanage.” Immediately you felt terrible and you’d already said, “Oh I’m sorry, Billy,” before your brain caught up with your mouth and you added sarcastically, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t have had it in your fictional orphanage in your fictional childhood.”

His big dark eyes gazed up at you, “Might be fictional to you, sweetheart but it wasn’t to me.” Now you felt bad again, holding up your hands, “Okay, okay - I really am sorry, alright?” He nodded, looking back down and fidgeting with the little dog and top hat tokens. You joined them on the floor, “You two really want to play?” They solemnly nodded, so you whipped the instructions out of Aleksander’s hands, “Okay, I’ll explain it to you.”

Twenty minutes later, Aleksander huffed as he got sent to Jail again, reached over and grabbed a load of Billy’s houses and hotels and dumped them on his own squares. “That’s you all over, isn’t it?” sneered Billy, “you’re a loser but you can’t stand it so you just grab what you want, brother!” “Oh and you don’t, hmm brother?!” snarked Aleksander.

“Billy, Aleksander!” you yelled, then in your wisdom decided to add, “in fact I’m going to call you ‘Aleks’ as your full name’s too much of a mouthful for when I’m yelling at you!” Aleks grinned at you, “Or when you’ll be screaming it in bed.” Billy eye-rolled, “Like that’s ever goin’ to happen!” “Just watch!” “I don’t go in for watchin’!” “Well, that’s all you’re going to get a chance to do, little brother!” “Little brother!?? You were definitely second - after me!!”

By now, both of them had jumped to their feet and - surprise, surprise - were nose to nose.

You cradled your head in your hands. This was purgatory.

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She’d retreated back onto the kitchen to make another pot of tea, and peace had temporarily broken out between the two warring parties.

A discussion had begun, with Billy starting it off. “She’s gettin’ really pissed off with us.” Aleks nodded, “Yes, I know.” “So what’re we gonna do? She can’t exactly throw us out I know, but I’d like it better if she was lookin’ at us with somethin’ other than disgust.” Aleks nodded, then - quickly looking round to check she was still out of earshot, “Ah… I suppose we could share?” Billy’s head shot up, eyes staring into his twin’s, “Ya what?” “Share. We could share her. Separately… or together.”

Billy’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’. “Share,” he repeated, then again, “share? D’you think she’d go for that?” Aleks nodded. “She likes us, I can tell. We both like her, and that could be a problem - well it has been, hasn’t it? - but if we play it right, I’m pretty sure we can charm her into bed with both of us.”

Billy and Aleks sat looking at each other, satisfied little smiles on their faces.

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Unaware that you were now the object of a peace treaty between the twins, you experienced some deja vu when carrying the tea tray into the living room. Both of them were sitting on the one sofa again, gazing up at you with unreadable expressions in their eyes.

You had the nastiest feeling that you’d missed something important while you’d been in the kitchen making tea. What had the two of them been cooking up between themselves? You plonked the tray down on the coffee table and looked at them suspiciously.

“What’re you two up to?” They shook their heads, innocence radiating off them, “ Nothing!” they chorused. Billy continued, “We just decided that we better stop pissin’ you off so much.”

You beamed at them, “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day!” You missed the significant looks exchanged between the two men as you placed the cups of tea in front of them.

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The rest of the afternoon and evening passed relatively peacefully, with only a few minor skirmishes between the two of them about whatever film or programme you’d put on to watch. And much to your surprise, you realised that they’d actually stopped arguing themselves without you having to step in. Well, that was an improvement at any rate.

For the evening meal you’d rustled up a ragu sauce, and as you didn’t have any spaghetti left you had to use farfalla. So sue me, you thought. Along with some garlic bread you’d heated in the oven, you dished up three portions and then pulled down your space-saving kitchen table, which folded up into the corner of the room when not in use. You got three chairs out of your walk-in cupboard and set them up round the table. “Dinner!” you yelled, and two tall figures came piling into the kitchen. “Mmmm smells great, sweetheart,” schmoozed Billy, sitting down and looking over to where the plates were on the counter. “It does, moi krasivyy,” said Aleks, not to be outdone.

You brought out three bottles of beer from the fridge. You’d almost got over the way food and drinks just replenished themselves as soon as you used or consumed something. Setting them down on the table, you popped the tops off them with the bottle opener and slid one in front of each of them. You noticed they were both looking at you with what could only be described as ‘heart-eyes’, and you squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze. “What’re you both staring at?” you demanded. “Perfection,” said Aleks. “Gorgeousness,” smirked Billy.

After the food had been eaten and beer bottles drained, amidst more effusive compliments about the meal the twins jumped up from the table and said that you needed to go and relax while they washed up the plates. “Thanks for offering, guys, but that’s why I’ve got a dishwasher.” “Well, we’ll load the dishwasher then,” insisted Billy. He took your arm and led you into the living room, “Sit down sweetheart, and just chill while we do the work now.” He gazed at you, and you saw that look in his eyes again - as if you were some kind of earth-bound angel or something.

Right! you thought, just what are these two up to???

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You sighed, leaning over and switching off your bedside lamp. The book you’d been reading wasn’t turning out to be quite what you’d expected. You’d hoped for a bit more… well, raunchier content, not to put too fine a point on it. In that respect, a nun could’ve read it and wouldn’t have blushed.

You’d wondered if you should read a fanfic or two instead - Billy Russo or The Darkling ha ha ha - but then you’d remembered that your wifi and mobile data weren’t working due to this ridiculous situation you found yourself in, so obviously whatever force controlled this… this portal?…didn’t want you contacting the outside world.

You’d fallen asleep quite quickly, laughing to yourself as you did that children were extremely tiring.

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The dreams began shortly afterwards, and they were much more vivid than usual.

Your quilt was folded slowly back off you - the rush of cold air was distinctly noticeable - and your top and sleep shorts were peeled off you. You heard deep sighs but you didn’t know who’d made them. Then you were gently rolled onto your back, and you were aware of your mattress dipping down on both sides.

You felt warm skin against your whole body - it almost felt like you were surrounded - and it felt so good that you smiled.

“See! She’s smiling, I told you she’d be fine with it.”

In your dream your brow wrinkled, she’d be fine with what? And who said that?

You felt a tongue lick one of your nipples and a hand squeezed your other breast and then switched - the other nipple was licked, the other breast was squeezed.

You sat bolt upright in bed, and that’s when you realised that you were in fact wide awake.

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In the dim light coming through your gauzy curtains, you could make out two pairs of dark chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“Darling,” said Aleks.

“Sweetheart,” said Billy.

“You fuckers!” you screeched, looking down at your nude body and trying to cover up the relevant bits with your hands and by crossing your legs.

“Too late,” said Billy, giving you a small smile and nodding at your hands which you were still moving around to try and give you maximum coverage.

“We’ve had our hands and mouths on you already,” agreed Aleks.

“Yes and without my permission!” you snapped.

Billy reached across and put on the light. You jumped, feeling like you were under a spotlight, moving your hands about even more frantically. Then Billy’s hands were pulling yours down and away from your breasts.

“Hey!” you yelled at him, and tried to pull your hands out of his but he wouldn’t let go and he was too strong for you.

Now Aleks did his bit, pulling your raised and crossed legs down onto the bed, parting your thighs in your sitting position against your pillows, and then held your legs tightly in position on the bed.

Both men totally consumed you with their eyes, and you were powerless to stop them.

“Oh, darling… you are so, so beautiful,” breathed Aleks.

Billy whispered, “You’re stunning, sweetheart. Absolutely stunning.”

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“I can’t believe you two!” you were yelling at them, ignoring their compliments and lustful gazes, “Let me go!”

“But you know how much we want you, darling,” Aleks said persuasively.

“Just let us get it out of our systems and things will quieten down,” pleaded Billy, “well, a little bit anyhow.”

“I cannot believe you sneaked into my room!” you hissed, trying to get free from their restraining hands. “Let go of me. Now!!!”

But instead they slid you down the bed until you were flat on your back and then both heads dipped down to your neck, their mouths were on your skin, beginning to kiss and lick and suck.

“Get off me!” you snarled, still trying to get free but you were too firmly held between them - as if you were in a vice. “But we can make you feel so good, darling,” whispered Aleks next to your ear, Billy purring “Soooo very good, sweetheart,” next to the other one.

Then their attention moved slightly southwards. Billy changed his grip on your hands, grasping both your wrists in one big hand instead and pulling your arms up above your head, pinning them down onto your pillows. Aleks moved one of his legs across yours to keep you pinned, and then you saw their hands stealing onto your breasts, squeezing and kneading them before their mouths came into play. Their hands remained on your breasts but each nipple now had one of their mouths fastened onto it, and they began licking, kissing, sucking and biting until you squealed, squirming under them.

Desperately fighting to ignore how good their attentions were beginning to make you feel, you burst out, “Stop it!” but neither of them did. In fact they both stepped up their attentions, biting and licking your nipples and the skin surrounding them until you could hear yourself beginning to gasp uncontrollably.

You caught a look and a nod being exchanged between them, and both of them sat up on their knees. Billy was still holding your wrists and Aleks used one of his knees to keep your leg pinned. Unable to avoid looking at the two lean bodies in front of you, you saw two rampant cocks lying up almost against their stomachs and much to your disgust, you felt a tumultuous wave of arousal wash over you.

They are two very well-endowed boys, your traitorous mind said into your ear. And exactly the same size! - truly twins, it giggled at you. Oh shut up, you silently answered it and get me out of this situation! Of course now it did shut up.

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“Sweetheart,” said Billy, cupping your cheek and suddenly kissing you, tongue thrusting into your mouth, breaking away for a second to say, “We’re gonna take real good care of you now.” He went back to kissing you, and you heard a whine from Aleks, “I want to kiss her!” Billy sighed into your mouth and lifted his lips from yours. “Okay, bro,” he said, “all yours. For now.”

Aleks crashed his lips onto yours, his teeth clashing with yours until he calmed down a bit and wasn’t quite so desperate. His tongue slid into your mouth, not quite as assertively as Billy’s but still pretty forceful. You could hear him making little “Mmmm” sounds as he kissed you then he sat back, stroking your lips. “Taste so sweet,” he smiled down at you, “your lips are so soft.”

Aleks sat up on his knees again and as he did so, you felt Billy’s body lay down fully on top of you and he rested his hard cock just for a moment between your legs. His hands took hold of your hips and angled you upwards ever so slightly, then you felt just the head of his cock rubbing against your core. Wetness began to gather and you tutted, trying to squirm away from the insistent teasing, but Billy just chuckled and moved his cock along with you when you managed to move slightly, still rubbing at you.

Aleks’ thumb went to your bottom lip and he gently pulled it down further, opening your mouth to him. He leant over and licked both your lips, sucking on them gently then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Now he was hovering over you, his erection brushing your lips, the tip starting to edge inside.

Okay, okay, okay, your slightly panicking brain chanted. This was happening. Really going to happen. They were both going to take you right now.

You weren’t 100% sure how you felt about it.

Angry that they were just going to have you whatever you said about it. Excited because they were both very hot, very sexy guys.

But whatever your feelings on the matter, it was inevitable - that much was obvious.

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“I promise I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven, darling,” you heard Aleks say and then Billy chipping in with, “An’ I promise I’ll make you scream my name, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes, waiting.

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I have nothing to do so why not? F-H Remyandre OCs/Characters!

Enjoy!

He Is Finn (not from Alphabet Lore-). He Is Allison's ex, but they are still friends, so he Is kinda fine. He appears in the first book.

In your language, her name Is Red Butterfly. But, in italian, She Is Farfalla Rossa (Farfalla=Butterfly; Rossa=Red). She lives in another dimension called Chiglosk, where She takes care of killed children. She Is secretly the "killed Kids" goddess. 4 and 7 books.

/Fun fact! Her crown of flowers Is One of the most powerful things in the world./

She Is Fayrys! Selestia's big sister and twin of someone that you Will meet in this post!

Faultman. He Is the only deer in Every dimension I created (I am a deer too XD-oh, I forgot to say that the One Who Is talkin'here Is Leaf- Sorry:<). Anyway. He Is a soldier Who deeply cares about everyone, but he Is an idiot too. He contributes to lock all the different creatures in a prison center of his boss, Mr Harvest in the seventh book.

Genym Is his name. He Is kinda special. Do you see his face? Well, let me explain: when someone Is Born in a Place where there Is Fog, this happens. The person has got One Eye and black skin. 1-8 book I guess?

Gamy! In this screen, he Is finally feeling an emotion, because he was emotionless in the First book. When he Met Iricami, he started feeling ... Himself.

She Is Hannah. Her second name Is Enola. She Is the child which Ayrah takes care of. She Is Born with ADHD, so Ayrah Is like her only friend. Children do not like Hannah, even thought She Is a good kid. 2 and 7 book.

Last one, Holly! Her real name Is Asia, but She changed It in Holly because everyone in her past city (called Mega city) called her like this. She was an heroine. And She still Is. Her Power Is the speed. She Is Fayrys's twin and Selestia's big sister. 1-8 book?

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!1!!1!!1💜