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strawberryshortcake0413 · 9 months ago

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Last hope (part 1)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. MDNI

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon etc

@dollywons credits for the divider, thank you :))

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt2 pt3 pt4

“Fuck off” you muttered to your Alex. Today was already as hard as it was. You didn't need him giving you unnecessary advice on how to grief a patient.

Who does he think he is?? You thought to yourself. Listening to a bratty egotistical younger resident telling you what to do when your patient dies during surgery? No. At least you will not tolerate his behavior.

Growing up with a careless single mother in poverty may have made you like this. Always numb and cold. That's just what people think of you.

You weren't always this unattending. In the first year of medical school, you were the nicest and the most helpful student there is. Things changed as your career proceeded within the years. You saw how ugly people can be. They took you as weak and something they can use to get what they want.

Not again. Never again

The loud alarm went off in the hospital wing. You quickly got up as your pager rang. In-room 303, there was a little girl. 10 years old, had a diagnosis of cardiomyopathy. When you were working the night shift and doing regular rounding checkups, she talked about her birthday plan to you.

“I want Princess Jasmine to attend my birthday party. Her hair is so long and shiny and pretty and, and she's pretty. She's also so smart. Mommy promised me she would come” the girl suddenly stopped. After a few seconds she opened her mouth again.

“She said she… she will come if I live… will I live? Doctor?”

You thought about the past as the attending announced her time of death. 23:44. 12th of May, 2015.

Two patients. Two patients. In one day.

Hiding from people, you hugged your knees in the corner of an empty hallway as you sobbed. God. People thought you were heartless. What other choice do you have when you have no choice but to leave your toxic mother who had no other motivation in life other than drinking, to build a better future for yourself. What other choice do you have when you were the best student in the school but had no money for college? Would you rather stay with your mom to take care of her all your life, doing everything that drives you insane or follow your dreams?

Unfortunately for you, your dream was not something you imagined. Burden, depression, exhaustion were the main 3 words you could use for this job.

Not to mention the creepy, flirty attendings. Always being underestimated by the men in the field.

After the long hard 24 hours and arguing with your mentor about your recent research about brain cancer, you took a box with your belongings.

Bitch

The old fat man fired you for standing up for yourself. Why would you allow anyone to take ideas from your paper? Especially if they were your teacher.

Fine. I'll find a better job in a better hospital.

After putting on your comfortable black coat and causing your boss to fire you for no actual good reason, you walked to your car with the box in your hand.

“Fuck” you yelled as you struggled to open the car door with the damn box in hand. In the reflection of the car window at midnight you saw a face behind you. Just as you were going to turn away, something was put around your nose and mouth and everything went black.

Leon grinned to himself as he carefully put the young woman in his jeep. Tonight was the new moon. There was almost no light in the parking lot and he was sure the cameras couldn't catch the glimpse of his face.

He observed her for a few weeks. First he got a little headache and decided to go to the hospital, only to find a little angel for himself.

Leon noticed she was quite unique compared to the women he met before. Even though he wouldn't say she's rude, she wasn't exactly nice either. He was sure he could fix her up nicely to become a sweet little wife for him.

His baby just needed some guidance in life. What would he be if he let go of this girl to become a rude old bitch. Instead she could help the community by giving Leon a family he wanted for the last few months too much.

Staring at his sweet pumpkin through the rear view window, he was planning what to do next. For the last week he had already planned what to do. But his bunny was in a worse condition than he thought. Overworked herself, dressed in sad gloomy clothes. He would strip her out of these and put her in comfortable , cotton pajamas.

And feed her. He knows what she eats in a day. Sad cold dark coffee with a tuna sandwich for breakfast. No lunch. Leftover pizza or burger for dinner. Leon will make sure she eats plenty of vegetables and homemade food that will nurture her.

During the night he changed her clothes to what he had bought for her.

“Just perfect” he muttered as the t-shirt he got fit her perfectly. Hugging her waist, making her breast more prominent. He held himself back from touching her cunt as he pulled down her pants, along with her underwear.

He sniffed her and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. “I’ll show you how much I love you when you wake up honey. Not yet… Leon… gotta wait” he muttered to himself.

He put a little underwear on her and undressed himself. Crawling next to the love of his life, Leon put an alarm at 4am on his phone.

“The drug should be out by then,” Leon thought as he cuddled her.

After a few hours Leon was woken by clicking on the doorknob. His angel had woken up and was trying to open the door. Leon sneakily grabbed his phone and looked at the time. 3am.

The blonde signed and got up, causing his angel to scream and throw a vase on the shelf nearby at him.

“Get away from me, you freak!” you yelled, almost on the verge of crying making Leon's heart beat faster. He hated seeing you in pain.

“It's okay. It's okay, baby. Everything will be alright.” Leon cooed, getting up from the bed to her.

“Step away!” You screamed, throwing the left souvenirs on the shelf to him.

Leon walked in a few short big steps, in hurry and stopping you before you hurt yourself.

“It's okay my baby. Daddys here to take care of you. It's okay. Calm down. Everything will be okay.. no more work, no more ignoring yourself. It's okay..” Leon muttered trying to calm you down. He gripped your arms tightly above your head while kissing your head.

You squirm while sobbing, trying to kick him.

“What did I do to you?? Let me go.” You demanded squirming more, causing Leon to tighten his grip. Leon kept muttering to you his reassuring words while kissing your face all over when you managed to kick him in the crotch.

He let go of you and inhaled deeply, trying not to lash out on his dove on their 1st day as a couple.

“Y/n…. Honey… calm down…” he breathed out.

After a while of trying, Leon gave up. The constant cursing and screaming were giving him an awful headache, same as the ones he gets after missions.

“SHUT UP BITCH” he yelled at you, shaking your arms. Your eyes widened as you shut down, the room was quite apart from your sniffling and leons hard breathing.

“Please… just… let me go…” you sniffed out. You haven't felt this humiliated and weak since you were a little girl. Since your mother used to beat you after not cooking for her. Since you went against her words. Your childhood wasn't something you liked talking about, nor getting pity from strangers. You wanted nothing to do with the alcoholic bitch. When you were near her, you were a prisoner.

Ironic, now I'm a real prisoner

Leon breathed out and stared intensely. Suddenly he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him before jumping on the bed. You protested, tried to bite his arm, kick him, scream, call for help, every way. Leon almost tore the piece of garments he put on her before.

“What are you doing?? Stop. No. Stop-” you protested, only for him to shut you up with a kiss.

After the first night, Leon felt guilty. Not because he made love to his lover when she was throwing a tantrum. But because of the way he lashed out on her. For the last few days she was avoiding him, sitting in corners, not eating or making any noise. After a while being a gentleman as he is, Leon decided to surprise his bunny.

“Honey. I'm home” Leon smiled, locking the doors securely. He hid a small box behind his back.

You crawled away from him, to the edge of the bed. Leon reached out his hand to pull your hair back.

“My beautiful baby. Did you miss me?” He grinned stupidly. You wanted to cry. But you didn't want to show him your weakness, especially after that night. Leon frowned as you pulled your head back.

“Look what daddy got you sweet girl. I know you overworked yourself so daddy got you vitamins.” He grinned as he showed the box.

You frowned seeing it. The multi vitamins that had fruit flavors.

“Don't you like it? Daddy got you this one specifically because the pharmacist told me a lot of trying women get it” Leon smiled, placing his hand on your thigh.

You snatched the vitamin to see what it has.

Vitamin D, B6, B12, Vitamin C, Vitamin A, B9

What the actual fuck

“Are you insane??” You yelled. Leon's eyebrows raised. You finally said a word to him after the event, but yelling at him? He can't be having his wife yelling at the breadwinner.

“Dove. Watch your mouth” Leon said calmly, but his grip tightened.

“All I ever wanted for you is happiness honey. We will have many children. Look around the bedroom honey. The outside. Can't you see we are more than available to raise children? You're young and beautiful. We can have children. For now, I'm worried you're short on essential vitamins. And I heard it could affect fertility” Soon his eyes narrowed as he understood it was necessary to take another way.

“I know what I did was… wrong… Maybe you would have wanted me to approach it in a traditional way. But I just couldn't wait for you. Plus… you already know you would have rejected my offer. You were too deep in hurting yourself. I'm helping you. I'm helping us. We're building a future. Together”

“You should go to therapy”

Leon narrowed his eyes again. “Sleep well angel. You're not clearly thinking well” he said, kissing the forehead before lying beside you.

During the night you tossed around. What if you could overdose on vitamins and just end this suffering? There was no one to look out for you. You got fired, the only family you have is an alcoholic that you cut contact with, and no real friends. You were alone in this.

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itsprashimusic · 5 months ago

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rainy nights in mumbai

Summary - You grew up in Mumbai, around the creatures. Lando is with you in Mumbai, now also around the creatures.

Pairings - Lando Norris x desi!fem!Reader

Warnings - hindi words with translations, there is swearing, killing of insects, i tried to avoid using the word y/n, a choppy time jump ig,

W/C - 3.5k

A/N - this took me way longer to write than it should have. i'd recommend listening to tum se hi when you reach that part.

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The plane was supposed to land hours earlier but due to delays, it was now around midnight. You and your boyfriend walked the 10 minutes to the baggage claim area and waited another 10 minutes for your suitcases. Grabbing the two pieces of luggage, the pair walked to the exit.

Lando was surprised to find out that many taxi drivers were asking him where he wanted to go. You'd think that being an F1 driver would make him used to being overwhelmed by so many people around him. But no, this was an entirely different version of overwhelming.

You smiled at him, grabbed his hand and led him to another taxi stand where your already pre-booked taxi was sitting waiting for you. The driver put the luggage in the boot and drove away to your flat in a residential part of the city.

The lights were bright as ever and the rain was even stronger. Bringing your boyfriend to your home city during the peak of its rainy season was probably not the best idea. But, with a boyfriend who travels very often for work, bringing him 'home' during his around 1 month-long break was the only option.

You soon reached your apartment building, and the driver parked the car under the shade. You woke up your sleeping 'colonizer' (that was his contact name in your phone) and brought him to your house for the first time. Your keys jingled as you opened the door and turned the lights on. Lando entered right behind you, still half asleep. But that was shaken right out of him as he let out a quick but loud shriek which probably awoke your sweet neighbours.

"What happened?" you whisper-yelled. He just pointed straight ahead and when you turned your head to look, you nearly started laughing. "Seriously, a cockroach?" you gave him an amused look while saying. "It's not just a cockroach, it's a fucking huge one!" Lando said, his curls bouncing a bit with his head movements.

You looked down as you shook your head, "it's fine they don't do anything. I'll leave the window open and it will fly out. Come on, we're both tired, let's sleep." You managed to get a pouty Lando Norris inside your apartment.

He carefully entered, his eyes never leaving the creature. He tried walking behind you, trying to shield himself from the foul creature. Just as he was about to reach the corridor the cockroach flew towards him making the McLaren driver let out another loud shriek. You peeked back from the room and gave him a look, "Kuch nahi karega re, it won't do anything."

"I get that but why does it have to fly when I am MOVING FUCK," Lando yelled your name and ran towards the door as the large insect also started moving towards the room. "THE BLOODY ROACH IS TRYING TO ATTACK ME FUCK!" You were definitely going to get a few calls from your neighbours in the morning.

Lando ran inside the room and banged the door shut, the insect getting caught in between the door and the frame. "Is it dead, please tell me it's fucking dead!" "Yes, it's dead. Now please for the love of all the gods in India please stop yelling," you begged him, goosebumps rising all over your skin from the cold winds of the rainy night. All you got was another pouty face in return. You sighed and started cleaning up the mess created by the insect getting jammed in the door. You never thought dating Lando would include having to deal with a jumpy teenager who gets all high-pitched the second they see any tiny organism that crawls or flies.

You threw the roach out of the window, washed your hands and gave Lando a peck on the lips before getting ready for bed. As the clock ticked away Lando calmed down and eventually the couple settled into bed. “Baby?” Lando quietly squeaked about 20 minutes later. You hummed in response, almost asleep. “Is there something you can do about the mosquitoes? I can’t sleep with ‘em biting me,” he asked. “GoodKnight,” you mumbled. “Goodnight?! What do you mean goodnight?!” Lando tried to sound offended but you just repeated what you said while pointing to the outlet on his side of the bed where the electric mosquito repellent was plugged in. “Switch it on,” you added sleepily while facing away from him. Lando peeked at where you pointed and turned the switch on. He scrunched his nose in disgust as a mosquito flew by his face as he turned to cuddle you from the back.

At some point, he fell asleep due to exhaustion from all his travelling.

Lando woke up with a start. Your side was empty and there was a lot of honking, which was why he woke up so suddenly. He took a second to rub his eyes as a pleasant breeze hit his face and made his messy bed-hair hair fly a bit. He called out to you and made a move to get off the bed. But he stopped in his tracks while looking at the floor.

Staring back into his eyes were the small black ones of a lizard. "Bloody hell.." he muttered under his breath. Lando began coming up with a game plan. He placed one foot on the floor and the lizard moved in the other direction, but closer to the bed, probably with an intention to climb up. The brit let out a yelp. He was gonna make another move when you came into the room.

"Good morning love. I thought- Hey, what's with that look on your face? And why’d you yell?" you cut yourself off when you saw his weird expression. Like a repeat of last night, he pointed to the tiny reptile, "Do you have some sort of insect zoo that I don't know about? 'Cause it looks like some got out of their cages." He folded his hands to intensify his point.

"No, I don't. It’s just part of life in India, dealing with the creatures during the monsoon season. But a chipkali(lizard), really Lando? You haven't stayed in a hotel room which had a freaking lizard in it before?"

"I woke up to it just starin' me blankly in the face!" he tried reasoning with you. All you did was sigh as you took off your slipper and headed for the bed. Lando took two steps back on the bed, looking adorably ridiculous as he ducked to avoid the fan above his head, and the lizard began moving, but you were quicker than it.

With four deafening hits to the ground, the lizard was no more. With each sound, Lando cringed. "There, done. Ab chalo(now come), you need to eat. I cooked your favourite" you said in a cheery voice, not even being bothered by the dead lizard a few inches away from your bare foot.

Lando nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up his eyes trained on the remains of the lizard as he walked. Needing to pee really bad Lando hurried to the toilet once he got over the shock of the lizard. But he didn't get much time to digest the lizard before he caught sight of something else which made the colour drain from his face.

About 3 long earthworms were squiggling around the toilet bowl, the sight making the poor boy almost nauseous. He called out to you and 15 seconds later you popped your head in after he said it was ok. "Haan raja(yes, dear), what's up? OH," you looked down and saw the worms, Lando stuck himself to one corner away from the toilet. You shook your head, hand on your forehead. "Use the jetpipe to flush them down the drain." Lando meekly asked if you could do it for him. "For a guy who drives at 300 km/h every other weekend, I never thought you'd have a fear of harmless insects." He just gave you a cute look as you cleaned out the toilet area.

Lando wasn’t sure where this fear of insects came from. Maybe because one of his sisters was fascinated by critters and he would find them all over the house. Maybe. He was going to thank you with a kiss but you moved away saying 'Not near the toilet, outside' and left to serve the food. He uses the restroom, brushes his teeth and heads out to the kitchen to get his food along with you. Your boyfriend hugs you from behind and kisses you on the cheek as he asks where the plates are. You pointed him to the cupboard containing the dishes. Giving you another peck on the cheek he moved towards the cabinet.

He didn't yelp, he didn't shriek, he didn't squeak, he YELLED. The rat was the fattest he had ever seen, the fastest too. He had just enough reaction time to shut the cabinet door before the rat jumped out on him. You turned around at lightning speed your face mirroring shock.

"WHAT?!" you yelled, partly angry with how much he was making a noise in the past 24 hours. “WHY IS THERE A RAT IN THE CABINET?!” your boyfriend’s voice could challenge a soprano. Seeing his bewildered expression made you cover your mouth with your hand, a smile threatening to break through. You composed yourself and took two steps forward. You pinched both of Lando’s cheeks and said, “Deal with it.” He looked confused and slightly hurt. “Wha- DEAL WITH IT?!” “You wanted to come to Mumbai, so, welcome to Mumbai Singham,” your hands held his shoulders as you shook him slightly. Lando gave you a confused look as you walked back to the food, “Who’s Sing-um?” Turning to look at him with fake shock you said, “You uncultured crumpet!” “Idon’tevenlikecrumpets!” “Lando, just get the plates.” He shut his mouth and turned to the cabinet with a pout on his face.

He slowly opened the cabinet door again. There was movement inside but the rat moved too fast for him to react. He quickly pulled out two plates and shut the door. You took the plates, washed them and served the food on them. You both quietly ate your food and cleared the table. You were already dressed and ready to head out, so you got Lando to get ready while you did a quick load of laundry.

The McLaren driver was given a towel and shown how to use the shower the previous night itself. Lando headed into the bathroom in his boxers and towel over his shoulder. That is when you were sure you heard a harrowing scream. You already had a couple of messages from your sweet neighbours. Genuinely worried about your boyfriend now, you ran into the bathroom. He couldn’t speak, three insect encounters in the span of an hour left his voice box incapable of uttering more than sounds. This time the critter really was harmless. The poor thing couldn’t move fast enough even if it wanted to. Seeing the whole scene had you with your face in your hands, head shaking.

“It’s a snail Lando, a freaking snail. Woh tumse darta hai!(it is scared of you!)”

“Why do you even want to live here? Why not live with me, in Monaco, far away from any animals?!” your boyfriend’s squeaky voice found you smiling as you picked up the slimy creature.

“Because I was born here. Because it is not easy to get a longer visa to live in Monaco. Did I mention this is my home?” you looked at him during that last part and he felt a bit guilty knowing just how much you loved your hometown.

Once leaving the snail outside you walked up to Lando and hugged him. The second you were in his arms he clutched onto you with a strong grip. Although he’d want you to believe that he wasn’t that rattled by the creatures, he knew better than that. You knew him extremely well. It was rare to see him so affected by his fear of insects but in his defence when he did encounter an insect, normally it would be the only one for a week at the least. But within the span of not even a full 24 hours, he’s seen half of the animal kingdom in Mumbai, and you couldn’t help but feel empathy for him. There was once a time when you too were like Lando, but over time you just got used to all the pests.

But Lando wasn’t used to all of this. As a way of silently apologising for not giving him a proper warning about the bugs, you snuggled in closer and tucked your head under his chin. His right arm was firmly around you while his left was around your back and his hand held the back of your head. 2 minutes later he gave you a kiss on the forehead and moved back a bit to look down at you as you stared up at him.

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you about all of the critters. I didn’t think there would be these many,” you said softly. Kissing your lips briefly he pulled back and said, “It’s ok. There is not much you can do. But thank you for taking care of them, my lady in shining armour.” You laughed softly. Your Lando was back.

With a pat on his back, you left Lando to have a shower. 20 minutes later he was out, clean and dressed. You were taking him on a mini Bombay Darshan(tour of mumbai) while his body adjusted to the timezone. You both left the building hand in hand as your Ola(another version of uber) reached. You wanted to take him on the local trains but decided that the experience might be a bit too much considering the morning your poor baby had.

It was around 10 - 11 in the morning on a Wednesday, meaning that it would be less crowded. The salty smell of the sea and the cool breeze hitting your face were welcomed. Lando was enjoying the walk on the footpath of Marine Drive. It reminded him of the beaches in Monaco. As he closed his eyes he could vividly picture the beautiful scenery, imagining you by his side. When he opened his eyes, he saw you standing next to him with a big smile on your face and the never-ending view of the Arabian Sea.

You picked up a packet of Lays and found a place to settle down. Thankfully the rain had stopped for a bit allowing the couple to peacefully sit and chat while enjoying the rays of the sun and the tangy taste of the chips. There was some lovely music playing from a nearby gali that set the mood for the rest of your mid-morning. Hours passed as the two of you chatted, like best friends who hadn’t seen each other for 10 years. “..sounding like a squirrel-” Lando cut himself off and began dusting the skin below his knees frantically.

“What’s wrong raja?” you asked him sounding concerned. “Ants,” he grumbled. “We should get up. It looks like it’s going to start raining also,” you said while standing up and dusting your clothes. Lando eyed the ants while following your movements. He was about to make another comment about the insects when it started raining. The rain was light, but only for exactly 5 seconds. After that, it turned into a heavy shower, with the sound of thunder for an extra dramatic flair. You were about to make a dash for some shade but Lando not following you made you stop and turn around.

He just stood there with a grin, curls stuck to his face and clothes completely soaked through. You recognized the music from the alley, it was a song you often played on your phone when you were with Lando. It was a song he recognised too, and loved. He tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you towards him. His right hand made its way around your waist while his left held your hand. That smile never left his face, that joyous smile. He twirled you around and brought you close.

Lando did not understand a single word of the song, but he didn’t need to. The feeling was more than enough for him to know that it depicted the love he felt for you, although the depth of his love ran deeper than any song or poem could ever portray. The pair of you felt cold but energized. There was this electricity in the air that you had not felt before. The uncle at the bhajiya stall was staring at you and your boyfriend, but you couldn’t be bothered to worry about any looks you two were getting. Lando was by no means the world’s most graceful dance. But that didn’t matter. What did matter was that you were dancing in the rain with the love of your life at Marine Drive without worrying about your phone being wet beyond possible future use.

The moment played out like those in 2000s rom-coms and Jab We Met. You were twirled around like you were Geet and he hoisted you up like he was Aditya. And the song couldn’t be any more appropriate. If it weren’t for the policeman lurking a few metres away you most likely would have been kissing Lando by then.

A few minutes later when the song came to an end and the shower turned to a drizzle, you both finally got a cab and headed back to your apartment, the smiles and giggles never leaving. Thankfully your money and mobile devices were dry. You paid the taxi driver and quickly headed up to your apartment. You both quickly changed and had warm showers. Lando was changing into a Quadrant hoodie-sweatpant set while you cooked Maggi on the gas.

Lando walked into the room, audibly sniffing. “Love, whatever you are making smells delicious.” You let out a laugh, “It’s not the healthiest food, but it is one of the tastiest.” You asked him to remove two bowls from the drawer. Lando gave a kiss on your cheek and then bent down to retrieve the bowls. Pulling the drawer open allowed the fat rat from earlier to jump out and scurry off behind the fridge. “JESUS CHRIST,” came a scream from your fearless Formula 1 driver. “I forgot that was there..” He took in a breath, his eyes wide.

You tried not to laugh, but it was almost impossible not to. “I’ll set out the rat poison before we sleep tonight, ok?” you asked him with a smile after he set the bowls down on the counter. You equally divided the maggi, secretly giving yourself a bit more. Lando was the love of your life, but even he would not be spared from the inevitable fate of getting less maggi than the one who made it. You both cuddled up on the couch and ate your hot maggi while it was raining outside. There was a comfortable silence between you and Lando.

You were almost undisturbed, but right then a fly zipped by your face. Lando wanted to say something but was silenced when you put your bowl down, picked up the mosquito bat and swung it at the offending creature. He had a lot of thoughts in his head. Firstly, he had not noticed that bat before. Secondly, what the fuck? He looked stunned as you nonchalantly fried the flies, his face showcasing that adorable look of awe and confusion that made you fall in love with him.

You simply put down the bat and went back to eating the remainder of your maggi after zapping a bunch of flies into oblivion. “What,” you deadpanned when you saw your boyfriend’s face. “What. Was. That?”

You looked blankly at him and then answered with a mouth full of maggi, “ ‘osquito ba.” Lando squinted his eyes at you before replying, “Mosquito bat?” you happily nodded at him after he understood your face-stuffed gibberish. You held out the bat to him and said, “Try it.”

Taking the bat from your hand Lando immediately began looking for his winged victims. He spotted a pair of flies flying (heh, flies flying😁) and struck down. He smiled as the newly familiar crackling sound permeated the room. “You know, I never thought killing mosquitoes and flies would be this satisfying.” “It gets annoying when you’ve already killed 15 and there are still 20 more underneath the couch.” Lando scrunched his nose in disgust upon hearing you say that. “You sure you don’t wanna move to Monaco with me? Even the flies there need complex visas to buzz around.” the comment made you laugh and Lando smile. He loved hearing you laugh, even more when he was the reason behind it. “I am open to it, but we can have that conversation after you finish your maggi.” “Oh certainly, and I’m gonna hold you to it,” Lando’s face drew closer to yours before he spoke and he ended the sentence by moving in closer and sealing it with a kiss.

A/N - I tried out a different layout style when writing this in my google docs and it failed so apologies for the messy layout. also special shout out to my favourite online didi @revolutionsingingintherainnn for giving me ideas. And if you made it this far, hope you enjoyed reading🩵

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rydengg · 2 months ago

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A Chilling Encounter at the Gas Station

Woosh. Woosh. Woosh. The wind whipped against each lamp post as I passed them on the two lane strip of road that connected my house to the nearest - well, anything west of it.

I would normally have no reason to drive this far in the opposite direction of civilization but, unfortunately, my time is often lost to the screen of my computer or tv. By the time I realized how hungry I was, the clock on my lock screen read 1:24 A.M. and maybe in a more densely populated area, that wouldn’t be a problem, but this town is a church town. Like, a church every day of the week type of town. Nothing is open past 10.

Meanwhile, if you drive a ways out in the opposite direction, you’ll find a mediocre little gas station in, more or less the middle of nowhere. The place hadn’t been updated since 1974 but they carried some of the best snacks. The fact that the weirdo boss had a knack for exclusively hiring pretty cashiers was just an added bonus for a small-town closeted bisexual like myself. Even if he hadn’t; my fridge was empty and thus, the journey was necessary.

That night, the entire feeling as I pulled my shitty little Civic into the parking lot of the Glorious Day Gas ‘n Go was off. Even before getting out of my car, I could see the girl behind the cash register through the large storefront windows. She was absent-mindedly braiding a strand of pin straight brown hair before letting it go, allowing it to unravel and repeating the process again. I recognized her, actually. Kathleen. She wasn’t necessarily THE popular girl back in school but she was certainly well liked, even though pretty much everyone agreed that Kathleen was a bit of a ditz. An airhead. The less nice girls would call her stupid but she really wasn’t. More than a little absent-minded; definitely, just a sweet girl with her head in the clouds.

Shit, I’d remembered just then that the GDGNG has a window service only policy after certain parts of the night. The main counter stood in the center of the building but there was a smaller version near the door, one which contained a small metal hatch and drawer, where you’d have to do your transaction when it was really late. This was annoying as the attendant would have to shop for you. I couldn’t remember whether or not it kicked in at 1 AM or 2, but I figured I’d have to approach the building and find out either way, so I got moving.

Shutting off my car, I got out, slamming the door closed. Kathleen made no effort to move towards the night drawer, so I went for the door and found it unlocked. So, I shopped like normal. She continued to play with her hair, seeming at least somewhat aware of my presence but not quite responding with the normal “hello” or “welcome in” greeting most of the girls were likely required to say.

I found myself shopping a little slower than usual, stealing glances back at her to see if she’d moved, somehow kind of knowing in my skin that she’d still be standing there, playing with that same strand of hair. She wore the required “uniform,” mainly street-clothes but with a small apron that would normally be white but she’d clearly tried to DIY dye hers pink. I’d already known from school that this was a regular thing she was known to do with much of her clothing. If she couldn’t buy it pink, she was gonna make it pink.

Her eyes were locked into an empty stare out the large front window, her mind seemingly somewhere different. Not to either end of the road. Just out into the nothingness that surrounded that gas station. She had been doing so from the moment I’d pulled in and by then she still really hadn’t stopped. There was a strange feeling growing in the air, although my awareness of it was at the time chalked up to the lateness of the evening. I tried my best to mind my business as I grabbed a few small bags of chips, some microwavable noodles, a bag of peanut butter m&ms, two packs of gum, and a mountain dew.

The sound of me setting the products quietly on the counter startled Kathleen - her name tag reading KATY with two glittery little bubble stickers shaped like pink butterflies on either side - out of her odd trance. I felt my heart skip a beat when her gaze broke from the window and turned to me. It was like I had snapped her out of a dream and she wasn’t quite awake yet. “Oh, shit, you aren’t supposed to be in here.” It seemed like she was saying it more to herself than me, which she also became aware of and put on some semblance of the “customer service” act everyone who’s ever had to work with the public knows too well. “Sorry, I mean our front doors are supposed to be locked. I can check you out here though, just don’t tell my boss.” I could tell she’d said this to lighten the weird static in the entire building but there was a hollowness to it that started to make my stomach turn.

Katy didn’t immediately move to start scanning my items - although she did cease fiddling with her hair - and instead, continued talking. “I’m not used to night shifts. My co-worker’s kid is sick and I had to change my whole routine - my boyfriend was NOT amused.”

My tummy started feeling even more sick and yet there was a strange… pull I had to her, like I was unable to disengage and address how truly strange the situation felt or just why such a normal exchange had my skin feeling like static. “Oh man, Kathleen, I’m sorry to hear that. Men can be such assholes.” I said, letting out a fake chuckle afterwards that was surprisingly convincing for how utterly disconnected I felt from everything around us. Katy’s hands returned to her hair though she did seem a bit more present in the moment. She chuckled too. There was a slight glimmer of recognition that came after that. “You went to Harrington, too.” she said with a hollow smile. “Yeah, I think I was two grades below you.” I shuffled my body weight from one foot to the other. The handful of words between the two of us felt like they stretched across hours already. I was barely thinking of the snacks anymore or my growling stomach.

“Everyone in high school used to use my full name, but Dan is the only one who calls me Kathleen anymore.” Her fingers that had once been easily looping her hair in an effortless little braid now began to look a little stiff and clumsy, although Katy didn’t seem to notice it. “I prefer to be called Katy.” She trailed off and her gaze had returned to the exact same spot out the window. The little glimmer that I could feel was waning.

I tried to keep the conversation going in hopes she’d snap out of it. “It’s been so long, I'm glad to see a familiar face at least - the face of a friend.” We really didn’t interact much at all back in the day, but this intentional choice of wording brought back a little bit more warmth into the exchange between us. Still, it didn’t fully penetrate to break the blank behind her eyes. “Definitely! I feel like I’m either always working or hanging out with Dan. I can’t remember the last time I did something fun...” She trailed off again a little bit before snapping back to normal, picking up and scanning my items. “That’ll be $7.54.” Katy said the words but didn’t reach out her hand at all to grab the cash. After several seconds of silence, I set the ten down on the counter. She looked at it but didn’t pick it up, instead pushing a button on the cash register that popped the drawer open.

Empty. Like, empty empty. “Huh.” The inflection - or lack thereof - in her voice sent a chill down my spine. “I think I forgot to stock my drawer when I came in tonight.” Katy pushed the drawer back closed and allowed her gaze to float back to the window. I began to think that maybe she’d taken something - like pills or molly or whatever - that wasn’t agreeing with her. She’d be far from the only person who’s gotten inebriated and then was suddenly called into work, maybe she was just having a bad reaction.

“How do you feel right now, Katy?”

Katy didn’t respond, not to that or several other verbal tries to get her to respond; even the lightest conversation or the most direct questions. Without thinking much of it, I reached across the counter and gently shook her left shoulder.

Several things happened in quick succession. The touch of her skin gave my hand a shock. Small, but it hurt. It disoriented me, too. Katy began to gasp in a panic but the air and the sound was more reminiscent of someone trying desperately to swallow puke. There was a gooey burbling sound, too, but I couldn’t figure out the location it was coming from. She stumbled backwards and that same elbow knocked several packs of loose tobacco to the floor, a few of which burst open and spilled behind the counter.

We both stood there frozen for a minute, not saying anything to one another. Katy now had both her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, almost hugging herself while still gazing out that window. Despite this, she was aware of the mess. “Fuck.” she said under her breath - or rather OUT of breath.

I realized at that moment that had few options; I could get the fuck out of there, call for help, and leave her alone + possibly strung out in an empty gas station - or I could accept that I’m already in this weird fucking situation and try to get this girl some help, or at the least see her through whatever trip or high she was experiencing. So far, behaving as normally as possible had worked to keep Katy from spinning back into a daze, so trying to be helpful seemed a good way to normalize the situation.

“Katy, do you have a broom? Where do you keep your cleaning supplies? We should clean this up or something.” I was taking measured breaths, doing everything in my natural ability to achieve calm even just for myself at that point, not only for her sake. Still, the task was harder than it should’ve been; it wasn’t hard to think. It was more like my brain felt like a steel trap while my body waved from autopilot and fight/flight/freeze.

“Over there.” She pointed to the little narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms. I didn’t look where she pointed then. I could only stare at her face.

Katy’s mouth was bleeding. Not badly, but her teeth were thinly coated in blood. I thought “This girl isn’t just high. This girl is not well.” She needed help and although my brain told my body to grab her and leave, I felt myself instead moving towards the hall and bathrooms.

Something in my body said “you need to get the broom” although it made little sense to do so. I just had to get that broom, head back to the counter, get Katy and get out. I cleared my thoughts and moved with nothing on my mind but the task at hand until I felt my palm on the handle of the broom. There was no sense of relief from this and the desire to get the hell out only compounded as I turned myself around, not getting all the way before freezing in front of the women’s bathroom. The door was wedged open a bit by something pink.

My stomach didn’t just hurt anymore. A thick wave of nausea started to fester at the lowest part of my belly and my heart began to race as I gently pushed the door with my free hand. It was a pink slip on shoe. More importantly, these were Katy’s pink slip on skate shoes. Puke fought its way up my throat as opening the door revealed more of the scene.

Katy was laid on her back with her limbs spread out. Her jeans, t-shirt, and hodge-podgely pink dyed apron were stained in copious amounts of slowly darkening and drying blood. It pooled out widely beneath her. A rather large hunting knife stuck out of the left side of her chest, right dead in the heart. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes stood open, staring blankly. It wouldn’t occur to me until days later that she’d been facing the same direction I’d seen her staring the entire time. One skinny little braid sat over her shoulder, half undone and saturated in blood. Her name tag, “KATY”, had miraculously remained unsullied by any carnage.

Surprisingly, the puke that had begun to build went back down. The nausea washed back away and it felt that I was instead caught in the river-like current of electricity that had been carrying my every movement from the moment I tapped on Katy’s shoulder. I gently let the door rest back in place before dragging the broom and dust pan to the counter. Katy still stood there in some strange defiance of the horrible reality of her own demise. She didn’t move to grab the broom but I didn’t move to help her clean it up, either. I just leaned it next to her and moved back to the front of the counter.

“So…” my voice shook, but surprisingly not nearly as much as I thought it would. “Who else has been in tonight?” Katy’s eyes fluttered with some level of lucidity. “I…. I guess I don’t know.”

I couldn’t tell you what guided me through that conversation. It wasn’t wit. It wasn’t knowledge. It wasn’t overwhelming compassion. I felt like an audience member if nothing else. I listened to myself ask all the right questions as if nothing was wrong though it was hard to pay attention to the answers. Katy continued to deteriorate right in front of me. Her breathing became wet sounding - a familiar thing I realized I’d heard when she had gasped earlier. Blood began to seep from under her apron, left side obviously, and eventually much more from her mouth.

“Dan killed me, didn’t he?”

He had.

Katy being a “ditz” wasn’t the only chat around the town. Dan had gone to school with us too. He had always been the violent type of jock with a garbage personality to match their bad reputation, and everyone knew that. The two of them, Katy and Dan, didn’t get along in high school. I still don’t know how they ended up together down the line.

It had only gotten worse with age as alcohol inevitably became involved. That’s how this shit always goes. Dude becomes a monster. Somehow the girl gets blamed. Before her death, everyone said she was too stupid to leave or liked the attention or whatever.

Anyway, that’s just word around a small town.

I couldn’t tell her for sure what had happened, but I knew she had to know inside somehow.

“I don’t know, but you do.” the words once again sort of came without thought. It’s odd to hear your own voice and yet… not quite recognize it.

She lifted a now off color arm up to awkwardly wipe her mascara tears. It was a lethargic and clumsy attempt by fingers that seemed stiff as stone. Every moment appeared to be bringing havoc upon her form. “I always forget to lock that stupid fucking door. I saw him coming but I really thought he couldn’t get me….” Even in that moment, I somehow still thought “she's so beautiful.” She rested against the back counter and slid down into a crouching position while burbling in a nauseating sounding way and choking out one self-deprecation after another. This only lasted for a minute or two before the tears ceased and Katy absent-mindedly stood back up.

With clumsy hands, she grabbed my items from the bag they’d been in and put them into a new bag before repeating (or rather sputtering through little trickles of black thick blood) “that’ll be $7.54.” I picked up the ten and handed it to her once again. She grabbed it this time and I felt that shock of energy again. She didn’t do anything with it; just kept grasping it in her hand.

I still look back now and wish something more profound had come out of my mouth at that moment but instead, only a simple gesture came to mind. “Thanks, Katy. Hit me up sometime, I’d really like to catch up. I think we’d make good friends.” Kathleen said nothing but smiled. Blood still poured from within.

The next few minutes were a blur but, as I’d later see on security footage, I more or less went through the motions. I left the store and got into my car before picking up my cellphone to call 911. I came back to a somewhat coherent level about halfway through the call when I was sobbing profusely as some poor emergency operator tried their damndest to decipher my words.

Dan knew Katy had a tendency to forget to do lock-ups, especially when she was alone. He knew he could confront her without costing her that job and set off to do so that night. Katy thought she’d locked the door. She ran to hide in the bathroom and the gesture of her running away pissed Dan off enough that he pulled the hunting knife he brought with him just about everywhere. She got most-way into the bathroom, he lunged in after her. Being a hunter gives a person knowledge about anatomy and killing cleanly, so I guess he had no problem plunging that thing directly in a way that would puncture her heart. He didn’t expect to nick her lungs but it didn’t matter. Her heart bled into her lungs. She died too quickly to understand what happened to her.

Being a hunter made him a more capable killer with a weapon but it didn’t make him smart about getting away with murder. The security camera caught him doing everything except the act as well. It didn’t take law enforcement but a minute to figure him out. He was caught in the middle of a half-assed suicide attempt after the security footage was watched and the knife was traced back to him. The first half of the security cams were enough to fry him. We know what he did.

After his crime, Dan left the GDGNG in an emotional frenzy, only coming back for a moment to ransack the cash register in hopes of making it look like a robbery before getting into his truck and leaving. About thirty minutes pass, then this odd mass of dark black purple and blue opalescent light and camera fuzz slowly moves from the hallway back into the middle of the counter space, behind the cash register. Ten more minutes pass, my car pulls into the parking lot.

Every time I touched her - it, the light, I DONT KNOW - I was seen in the video actually touching it. Just watching, I could feel some semblance of that same feeling, just in the very tips of my fingers. It all went the same way. It handed me my things, it held my ten dollar bill - that really stuck with me at that moment because up until then, I wasn’t sure if any of it had happened at all or if I was truly losing it. That was proof to me; seeing those detectives and doctors faces of puzzled disbelief seeing the very same thing I was.

The second half of the tape was left out of criminal proceedings, naturally.

Yet after a while of fruitless treatment, the doctors sat me down and were frank with me; there is no explanation for what’s happening - not one they’re realistically finding - unless they pick one and just assign it to me. Eventually, they ruled it was a “temporary bout of psychosis brought on by trauma” essentially saying that finding “a dead girl” was too much for my brain to comprehend. They gave me a clean bill of mental health, they gave me back my shit, and let me leave.

I hadn’t cried in a while at that point but sitting there in the same clothes (yeah they didn’t even give me something clean to leave with) with the gas station store bag packed in with my wallet, car keys, and random shit that was in my pockets… Well, yeah. It reasonably brought on the waterworks. I pulled out the keys and my wallet but stared at the rest for a while before finally pulling out the generic THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU plastic bag.

A mountain dew, some noodles, chips, chocolate, and gum. I picked up each and held them in my hands for a moment before moving onto the next one. I could’ve waited until I got home but knowing this would probably be my only quiet moment before family absolutely smothered me like I knew they wanted to, I felt I needed to do it then. I got to the last item, a pack of pink bubble gum. The weight and density felt off and the shape of the brightly printed packaging was bulging at the corners. With shaking hands, I removed the somehow untampered plastic wrap to find what I already knew in my heart would be there.

A name tag, pristine. Printed KATY with tiny little pink butterfly bubble stickers.

The Glorious Day Gas ‘n Go was closed within the month of that horrible incident. All four pumps had already been removed by the time I left the hospital. Even though that little corner store was barely even part of our shitty church town, the embarrassment of a passion killing at a gas station was not a lovely look and the owner was quickly elbowed out of business and eventually out of town.

What I didn’t expect to later find out was the overflowing compassion for Katy. Nobody blamed her for not locking that door. Actually, come to find out, the owner could’ve set it to automatically lock and chose not to. He felt Katy would only learn to be less absent minded that way. People didn’t see it that way.

People held memorials. There were quite a few photos, bears, flowers, and other things now placed lovingly outside the building. People loved her more than she gave herself credit for.

It’s been a while since then and I consider Katy a dear friend and someone close to my heart. The story of her death has become more of a local scandal and I suppose one day it will become urban legend, though as far as I know, nobody knows the truth of what happened to me that night.

I saw her one more time; just once. I drive out there every few months, just to remind myself of her. I think I lingered the longest the year anniversary of that night. Right before I went to start my car to head back home, I felt that familiar static energy in my fingertips and it caused me to look up at the deeply dilapidated building one more time.

The silhouette of a person stood where the cashiers counter once was.

l swear, she way toying with her hair.

#made this #it’s been a while but i finally have a story i feel like posting #fiction in case i need to stress that

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simdertalia · 8 months ago

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🥛☕️ ACNH The Roost Set ☕️🥛

80 items | Sims 4, Base game compatible

All the items you'll need to recreate The Roost Cafe in your TS4 game. Most items came with only 1 swatch each. There are lots of items that I added extra swatches for. *See bottom of item list for links to the handful of items that have already been made in other sets. Everything is always posted with the option of pick & choose, so they are easy to find and one-click download.

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Build: -Floors Wood | 4 swatches | Wood -Floor Carpet | 5 swatches | Carpet

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-More Coffees, siphons, the siphon flames, potted tree, and the cafe walls (Coffee Stuff Set) -Cuckoo Clock (Antique Set) -Silver Coffee Pot (Big Food Set 2) -Kitchen Scale (Country Set 2) -Coffee Grinder (Harvest Set) -More Coffee Bags (individual, Christmas Set)

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poipoipoi-2016 · 2 years ago

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Apropos of nothing

If you are the techiest person in the house (and for many of you, this is not techy at all), today is a good day to build a pihole thanks to Google's new TLDs.

For the record, this straight up stopped Dad from getting computer viruses when coupled with the Ublock browser extension, so I will volunteer my time to get you set up. We will find an evening and do a Zoom call. I am serious.

Prerequisities:

Before you start, this will be way way easier if your router has a magic way to:

Set static IP addresses

Set a custom DNS server

If you can't do this, I'm not saying you're stuck, but there's some non-obvious failure modes and maybe it's time to buy a better router.

Parts:

Raspberry Pi 4B. 2GB if you just want to set and forget, 8GB if you want to do more things on this than just your pihole (Coughs in a MarioKart box) -> https://www.raspberrypi.com/products/raspberry-pi-4-model-b/

Spare USB-C charger if you don't have one already. I'm a fan of https://www.amazon.com/Argon-USB-C-Power-Supply-Switch/dp/B0919CQKQ8/ myself

A microSD card at least UHS class 3 or better. 32 is fine for just a pihole, I have a 512 in some of mine that I use for more stuff. https://www.tomshardware.com/best-picks/raspberry-pi-microsd-cards

Some method of flashing the card if you don't have one (Some come with SD to micro-SD adapters, if not a USB to SD/micro-SD adapter is about $10 off Amazon)

If you really feel like going nuts, go buy yourself an Argon case and then very very carefully never ever install the software for the fan that does nothing. The value is entirely in having a big giant brick that is self-cooling. If you want to play MarioKart, I would consider this a requirement. https://www.amazon.com/Argon-Raspberry-Aluminum-Heatsink-Supports/dp/B07WP8WC3V

Setup:

Do yourself a favor and ignore all the signs telling you to go get Raspbian and instead go grab an ISO of Ubuntu 64-bit using RPi Imager. Because Raspbian cannot be upgraded across version WHY U DO THIS

Download Rpi Imager, plug the microSD card into your computer,

Other General Purpose OS -> Ubuntu -> Ubuntu 22.04 LTS

So now you have an operating system on an SD card.

Assemble the case if you bought one, plug in the SD card, power supply, ethernet cable if you have one or mouse and (mini) HDMI cable if you don't. If you bought that Argon case, you can just plug a keyboard (server OS means no mouse gang; In this house, we use the Command Line) and HDMI cable into the Pi. Turn it on.

Gaining access

The end state of this is that your pi is:

Connected to the internet by cable or wifi

You can SSH to it (Also not scary)

If you plugged in an ethernet cable, once it's done booting (1-2 minutes?), you should be able to ssh to "ubuntu@<the IP of the system>". Look it up in your router. It may make sense to give the static IP NOW to keep it stable.

If you've never used SSH before, I think the standard is Putty on Window or you can just open a terminal in Mac. (And if you know enough Linux to have a Linux computer, why are you reading this?)

If you didn't plug it in, and need to setup the wifi, there's magic incantations to attach it to the wifi and to be quite blunt, I forget what they are.

Your username is ubuntu, your password is ubuntu and then it will ask you to make a new password. If you know the meaning of the phrase "keypair-based access", it may make sense to run `ssh-copy-id` at this point in time.

Router settings (part 1)

Give your new Pi a static IP address, and reboot your pi (as simple as typing in `sudo reboot`).

Open a new SSH session to the pihole on the new address.

Installing pihole

Open up an SSH session and

curl -sSL https://install.pi-hole.net | bash

This is interactive. Answer the questions

When it's done, on your other computer, navigate to <the ip>/admin

Give your new Pi a static IP address then point your router at that address

Set the DNS servers to the static IP

Then ensure you're blocking something. Anything.

Then do what you want to do. You'll probably need to whitelist some sites, blacklist some more, but the main thing is going to be "Adding more list of bad sites". Reddit has some lists.

And... enjoy.

/But seriously, there's some stuff to do for maintenance and things. I wasn't joking about the pair setup.

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gasgasdaily · 7 days ago

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People might only remember the F40 being the best supercar of the 80s but many forgot that the Germans had an ace up their sleeves and was built from the ashes of rallying.

Top to bottom in anti-clockwise: Porsche 959 - Porsche 959 Paris-Dakar form climbing a dusty ledge - Porsche 953.

Porsche has always been built to race but most of their race series was road racing, rallying has always been a back burner. Even in the post-war 40s-60s, the rallies that the factory Porsche team got involved with were long distance rallies like the Targa Florio or the Panamericana but for dirt rallies, its mostly ran by privateers and it actually did well enough.

Thus, when the Group B format was released by the FIA and having witnessed how Audi showed potential with their AWD on the dirt rallies of WRC in 1982, Porsche expected to build a car to race in Group B. However, with Audi and the others already competing in the WRC, the Porsche works team didn't want to fight for the limelight thus they entered a more quiet series back then but even more demanding, and that's the Paris-Dakar, which unlike the actual WRC, doesn't require the restrictions for the already laxed WRC Group B regulation. They wanted to prep the car for 1984 but that didn't materialize in the end.

By the mid of 1983, Porsche realized that they could not complete the car on time for the 1984 season as they could not find a way to test the whole car with the drivetrain. However, some engineers remembered that they were still making the 911SC chassis and they could work with it so they got 5 of them and stuffed the AWD system in there whilst turbocharging the 3.2L flat-6 engine the base 911 came with and took the cars to compete in the 1984 Paris-Dakar Rally with 3 competing and two others as spare and it was codenamed as the "953". Results were rather satisfactionary and with 300hp from the turbocharged flat-6 plus Porsche's reliability, Porsche managed to clock the overall win with the 953 the very season it competed with the other 2 that it entered with one at 6th and the third at 25th thus Porsche liked the results alot.

The 959 was debuted to the public in 1985 at the Frankfurt Autoshow but again it faced problems as Porsche still can't produce it till the very next year but, the reception of the car was rather good so Porsche continued tweaking the car whilst giving the spare chassis and engine that were done to be prepped by Rothmans to compete in the 1986 season. With the new engine that has a smaller displacement at 2.8L vs the 3.2L from the 953, coupled with a twin-turbo system, it makes approx 444hp but it was potent enough for the job and with the car being entered in the '86 season, it once again won and this time, every single car, all 3 of the 959s entered got into the top 10s and with one even clinching the win. However, like many other carmakers, Porsche's dreams were shattered as Group B was disvowed the very same year the car was set to compete in that class.

That did not really stop Porsche's ambition as they finished building the road-going version of the 959 and it also performed well. With the same hp figures of the Paris-Dakar Rally version, the "Komfort" version performed well that it was the fastest vehicle of all time being able to do 198mph/318kmh before the Ferrari F40 took that title a few months later when it launched. Porsche wasn't done still. Whilst making the 959 for customer orders and hearing that the F40 had taken their crown for the "fastest car on earth" title, Porsche wanted to take it back thus they started to push for an update on the existing 959 and they pushed out an "S" model by 1988. What Porsche did was to swap the turbos to a set of bigger turbos and stripped off all the unneeded items in the car like aircon, electric windows and the suspension levelling tech just to save weight and, it did work. It was eventually tested and it reached 211mph/339kmh, taking the crown back from Ferrari.

In total, 343 959 were built from 1986-1993 with 8 being built for their Paris-Dakar team, 29 "S" variant (Fun fact: Bill Gates owned an S that had the aircon reinstalled in there) and the rest being the normal "Komfort" variant.

#rally #cars #porsche #rally car

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cityof2morrow · 8 months ago

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CDK: Company Expo Set (Mesh + Recolor Pack)

Published: 9-14-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Cubic Dynamics by John B. Cube and Marcel Dusims forged the future with furnishings that were minimalist in design and maximalist in erudite pretension. Generations later, the company continues to produce edge-of-cutting-edge designs. Use the Cubic Dynamics Kitbash (Simmons, 2023-2024) collection to set up corporate, exposition, and office environments. Envisioned as an add-on to the Cubic Dynamics set (EA/Maxis, archived at GOS), it features minimalist and retro-futuristic objects. Find more CC on this site under the #co2cdkseries tag. Read the Backstory and ‘Dev Notes’ HERE. The COMPANY EXPOSITION SET includes 20+ items to create a conference/event space for your businesses and corporations. This set doubles as the main MESH PACK for all items in the CDK series.

DETAILS All EPs/SPs. §See Catalog for Pricing | See Buy/Build Mode All files with “MESH” in their name REQUIRED for textures/models to display correctly in-game. Recolors are linked to the Booth Partition (vertical woods, metal), Booth Table (horizontal woods, colors), Booth Wall in marble (256x256 Mm marble), Floor Sign 1 (256x512 vertical images), Painting 001 (256x512 images), Painting 004 (1024x512 images), Pinboard (256x512 pinfabric), Pinboard Poster (512x512 horizontal images), Planter 001 (256x512 paneling/pouf). Objects in Sims 2 are limited to two recolorable parts, so not all items are recolorable in the same way. Several objects in this series are oversized/offset. You may need to shift an object upwards once to level it, and you may need “move objects” and “grid on/off” cheats to place them to your liking. When placing partitions/floating shelves and tables/desks/counters on the same tile, place the partition/shelves first. I recommend using this set with Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023), which includes Numenor’s fix for OFB shelves (2006), for easier use overall. ITEMS Banner Signs (Regular/Table) (380 poly) Booth Partition (405 poly) Booth Sign Small/Large (124-128 poly) Booth Table (572 poly) Booth Wall (44 poly) Down Low Exhibition Table (116 poly) Floor Signs 001-005 (364-794 poly) Expo Leather Gallery Chair (1079 poly) Pinboard (112 poly) Pinboard Poster (12 poly) Planters 001-002 (178 poly) Stall Small/Large (429-434 poly) Wall Sign (92 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) MESH PACK from SFS | from MEGA RECOLOR PACK from SFS | from MEGA COLLECTION FILE from SFS | from MEGA *collection file last updated: 9-30-2024

COMPATIBILITY AVOID DUPLICATES: The #co2cdkseries includes edited versions – replacements - for items in the following CC sets: 4ESF (office 3, other 1/artroom, other 2/build), All4Sims/MaleorderBride (miskatonic library, office, postmodern office), CycloneSue (never ending/privacy windows), derMarcel (inx office), Katy76/PC-Sims (bank/cash point, court/law school sets, sim cola machine), Marilu (immobilien office), Murano (ador office), Olemantinker, Reflex Sims (giacondo office), Retail Sims/HChangeri (simEx, sps store), Simgedoehns/Tolli (focus kitchen, loft office, modus office), ShinySims (modern windows), SH (reverie office, step boxes/shelving), Spaik (sintesi study), Stylist Sims (offices 1,2, & 3, Toronto set), Tiggy027 (wall window frames 1-10), Wall Sims (holly architecture, Ibiza). *The goal is to link the objects to the recolors/new functions in the #co2cdkseries without re-inventing the wheel! Credit to the original creators.

CREDITS Thanks: ChocolateCitySim, HugeLunatic, Klaartje, Ocelotekatl, Whoward69, LoganSimmingWolf, Gayars, Ch4rmsing, Ranabluu, Gummilutt, Crisps&Kerosene, LordCrumps, PineappleForest. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), FlatIcon, Dreamstime, Starline via Free Vector, Cube3d. SEE CREDITS (ALT)

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petalruesimblr · 10 months ago

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Golden Oaks Retirement Home

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At Golden Oaks Retirement Home, we welcome elderly Sims seeking a comfortable retirement. With five spacious bedrooms available for reservation, each uniquely furnished for relaxation and privacy, residents can enjoy a sense of community and support in their golden years. Our in-house clinic ensures round-the-clock care and medical assistance, providing peace of mind to residents and their families. Contact us today to reserve a room and discover the warmth that defines life at Golden Oaks!

Price Furnished: 197,352 Price Unfurnished: 107,733 Lot Size: 40x40 Lot Type: Residential Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Late Night (elevators), Ambitions (door, windows), Generations, Pets, Seasons, Supernatural (curtain cc)

Hello and welcome back to my blog! I'm currently playing in a world where I have a retirement home for all my elder sims. It includes an in-house clinic and a nurse (usually a young adult) who takes care of their needs, such as cooking and cleaning. I decided to create a new one especially for those who enjoys roleplaying and have set this lot to residential to make it playable.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

Aside from the in-house clinic, I have also included a reception room where clients can inquire or 'reserve' a room. If you aren't into roleplaying, you can always change those rooms as you see fit and I mostly added some décor to those rooms anyway or a bookshelf to keep them busy. There are five bedrooms upstairs, an elevator to make it easy for elders to travel and the rooms can accommodate at least 10 Sims. One of the bedrooms is a VIP suite with its own sitting area, which you can change to add more beds if desired. I also placed a small button in each bathroom that functions as a doorbell (cloned from a callbox from ATS3) and this is intended as a call button in case of an 'accident' or if assistance from the onsite nurse is needed. Due to Tumblr's link limitations, I’ve created another WCIF Pt. 2 and please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page for easier access, as it is still listed there. ��Please note that the store content and CC included in the lot are not included on the download file. My blog is very WCIF-friendly and I will always compile a list for those interested in downloading them separately. I have listed Supernatural above for the packs needed due to one CC mimics or cloned a Supernatural painting as a curtain so it is supposed to close around 6PM. I haven't tested that yet and as it is a décor item, this expansion pack isn't really required just take note of the build items used for this lot to show in your game. There is one CC for which I was unable to locate the original link or find information about the creator. I checked the description of the item in the game itself and the package file but it only shows 'MedicalScales' as the info. As a result, I cannot share or re-upload it without knowing the creator's TOU. For reference, it is shown in the pictures above located in the in-house clinic next to the desk. If anyone knows the creator’s name or has any download links, please let me know in the comments! You can download the ATS3 Digital Scale as a replacement for this item and I know I should have used that but I preferred the old one for this lot. Let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

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bitterbutblue · 3 months ago

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december 1998 (上)

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guys the taylor swift all too well references were unintentional oh my god i didnt even realise until i was proofreading it but i also need u to imagine the vibes of all too well 10 minute version as u read this chapter ok ... i am trying to get out as many chapters as i can before i go into my inevitable hiatus as march comes around because march is a HELLISH month in uni

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She still remembers how excited you used you get at the first glimpse of snow of the year, pointing out the window and shouting. Teachers would shush you, your mom would scold you, but you'd still react with the same eagerness. You'd put down whatever it was you were doing, school work or your bow or whatever drawing you were working on and run to the window with this glint in your eyes that one would only find in a child whose light hasn't yet been dimmed by the harshness of the world. She remembers it vividly, all too well, as she stands in the dark, the first fall of snow. Her feet aching, joints sore and her sweat-damp shirt sticking uncomfortably to her back beneath her layers of thermals and jackets but all she can focus on is the first fall of snow and if you were still as eager to see the snow. It's sickening, having to think of you all the time now but she's back with everything that screams you.

"I don't know why I'm so bothered by all this, I can't focus, I can't work I can't do anything!"

Sunday just lets out a sigh, waiting for Robin to calm down as he continues cooking dinner.

"Like- like it's been years since we stopped talking, but now that she's back she is all I can think about. I can't focus in class, and seeing her with Stelle just irks me in all the wrong ways. I don't even know why. She's not a part of my life anymore, why do I care so much!" she flops onto the couch, halovian wings covering her face as she digs her fingers into her hair, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Well, considering that you ended things on bad terms, perhaps it is the guilt of it all that is making it hard for you to let go." Sunday muses quietly, and Robin huffs.

"How do you suggest I go on about this?"

"Talk to her?"

"No!"

Sunday lets out another sigh, putting down the spatula, turning the flame down a bit so that he can look at her.

"Robin. The reason why you can't move on is because you can't move on is because you can't forgive yourself. If you don't want to get closure by talking, you will have to learn to move on without closure then. Just nothing but burying it with the respect it deserves."

That conversation with Sunday rings in her head all practice session, his words cutting a wound deep in her chest and reopening stitches she worked so hard on putting together again after watching them be ripped open at the sight of you. By the time Topaz (politely) kicked her out of the dance room, she was already a mutilated corpse, only shaped to look alive. Topaz's face was etched with worry, offering to take her out to get some snacks but she refused with a well-practiced smile that didn't seem to work on the student council member as well as it did with others. December 14th. She had 2 days left until the big audition. One that would maybe put her back in the light that had gone dim when she moved to the states. Maybe this time. Looking across the street, she was ready to cross until she hears a loud ... cry? Scream? Either way, the sound had her flinching violently. A sound like a roar of frustration, using anger to mask the pain beneath because that sound was all too familiar- she hears it coming out of her own throat. The sound echoes from the indoor tennis courts, the only building in the school with the lights still on. Curious, she diverts herself from her original path and finds herself peeking through the windows of the sports hall. Of course, the sight in front of her has her swallowing.

You were sat in the centre of the court, head in your hands, bow resting in the bow stand next to you. In the empty courts, you look tiny. You weren't that fifteen year old who shocked the entire world, you weren't that child prodigy archer who outdid her own mother. You were just a high schooler, frustrated, angry. You were just a kid and Robin feels something stir inside her at the sight of you looking so small. Too small.

"I think you don't want to give up on Y/n. As much as you tell yourself it's in the past, you want to reignite the flame to a light that's already out. You can always try, light as many matchsticks as you want. Maybe the candle wick still works, but maybe it's too battered to be used again. You'll never know until you try, or you can just leave the box of matchsticks on the counter and never approach the topic again. Buy a new lamp, a new candle. But throw the old one out for good, knowing both you and it had done all you could do. Now come on, dinner's ready."

Before she even realises what she's doing, Robin finds herself walking over to you. The loud creak of the hall door opening doesn't even have you flinching, you didn't even look up. Like a magnet, she's drawn in ways she can't explain. She knows she needs to give you the space you need, the space you asked for. Yet here you sat, alone in the massive gymnasium with nothing but the weight of the world on your shoulders and she wants to alleviate some of it for you.

"Y/n?"

She kneels down next to you, unsure if she should reach out and pat your shoulder. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, she doesn't know what to do with herself.

"Robin."

Her name slipping from your lips has chills travelling down her spine, cold and sharp. Your voice is drained, hoarse and quiet. The exhaustion leaks through each breath you take, each word you enunciate. She hears herself in your voice and that's the last thing she wants to hear; you in a state similar to hers. She takes a shaky breath, unsure how to approach the topic at hand.

"Are you okay?"

You finally turn to look at her, and her heart stops at the eye contact. The glare in your eyes is harsh, cold. But the sharpness in your eyes seemed to fade the second your eyes made contact, as if you recognise something in her eyes. The look is exhaustion, the shared exhaustion that lingers in the room. So you sigh.

"No."

She swallows again.

"I'm sorry."

You move to look at the target face ahead, the centre of it completely battered but it is still not good enough for you. You looked so much older compared to the first day where she watched you almost get run over. A few months had passed, yet you had aged significantly. Your eyes sunken, eye bags heavy and exhaustion etched across every feature on your face.

"I'm going to pretend you're like, March, or something, for a second. Is that okay?"

Robin nods.

"I'm really tired." Your voice cracks slightly, and you clear your throat to hide it as best as you can "It's not good enough. I have one of the biggest international competitions for archery aside from the War Dance in March and I'm regressing. My mom has noticed, she's been talking more with coach and clearly it's not enough and my average is dropping and I can't fucking figure out what I'm doing and my grades are slipping and Stelle-"

A tense silence fills the hall as you cut yourself off after saying that girl's name and Robin hates the way her stomach churns at the idea of what you could have said next. But that's really not what matters right now.

"It sounds like a lot." She finds herself speaking without really thinking about the words that are coming out. Right now, the person sat next to her isn't just you, but someone who needs comforting. And she finds herself putting aside her worries, fears, her anxiety around you, because right now you need someone. She stares down at the ground, picking at the sides of her shoes "I know where you're coming from. But you've worked hard, Y/n. You can only push yourself so far until your mind breaks down, because it's not all physical. It's mental too."

She doesn't realise that your gaze had softened completely, shoulders relaxed as you take in her words, eyes darting over her face. She looks tired, the same eye bags on your face are also on hers. Right now, despite all your differences, you are both on the same page. You are both walking the same path, converging in a way you never thought it would have.

"Let yourself breathe, have a day off to laugh with your friends, eat junk food, do whatever. Not archery. Just one day would help." Robin says softly "Remember your worth outside of your sport, because you are so much more than just that."

Your heart is racing for reasons you can't fully understand as you take in her words, a lump in your throat forming. You swallow, looking to the side as you let out a shaky exhale. You need to remind yourself- at the end of the day, it is still Robin.

"Thank you." Is all you manage out.

"You're welcome."

The ticking of the clock is all that's heard as you both stay where you were sat on the ground, staring into the target faces ahead with no desire to move until finally a rustling of a bag decides to alleviate some of the tension between you two.

"Take this."

A bag of sweets is slid across the floor to you, and your heart thuds. The same bag of sweets you found in your locker months ago.

"Huh?"

Robin doesn't look at you as she gets up onto her feet, her lilac hair falling from it's ponytail- blocking you from seeing the light blush on her cheeks.

"Take care of yourself."

You could only watch as she begins to leave, back facing you when you suddenly speak up.

"Robin?"

She stops.

"...Take care of yourself too. Please."

You didn't expect your own voice to come out so shaky, so uncertain but you notice the way she tenses up slightly, the way she takes in a deep breath before saying in a choked voice:

"I will."

"Promise?"

That last word comes out faster than you would've liked, in a softer voice that you only used with her in the past.

"Promise."

All you think about later that evening when you lie in bed with Stelle curled up next to you is how she said that without hesitation, like an answer she had prepared for all her life. She said it with her full chest, and you hope she keeps it. All Robin thinks about later that evening when she lies alone in bed is how you turned to look at her as she was leaving. You looked at her, no malice, nothing. It was a conversation, a normal one. Maybe a reconnection that you two both craved but never knew you needed. This conversation didn't fix anything, it didn't mend the wounds she inflicted onto you but it was her offering a hand out, her waving the white flag. And you had taken that hand. It keeps her going, the thought of your words. It's all she can think about on her drive to the biggest audition she's had in ages. She should have been focusing all her attention on it, she should have been nervous in the waiting room but all she felt was an odd sense of calmness. Your words echoing in her ears, a soft reminder of the next chapter that she could write if she was just brave enough to do so. That gives her a sense of hope, one she hasn't felt since she received the news of her father's firing. Since the news of having to move back. And maybe that sense of hope gave her a bounce in her step that she normally couldn't find during rehearsals, the light in her voice that always comes out a bit more forced when she practices her singing. Maybe it's this hope that at the end of the day, she has something to look forward to even if this audition doesn't go her way that had Jade raising an eyebrow with a satisfied smile as she jots down a few notes on her notepad before circling Robin's name.

She just found her next trainee.

You weren't due to come home for another three hours. Stelle is effectively left alone in your house with your mother in the other room and as sweet as Yukong is, she can't help but feel awkward. Does Yukong know what happened? Surely you weren't close enough with your mom to talk about these things. But the way she looks at Stelle, it's an unreadable expression but one that sends too many signs of wanting to talk or wanting to say something that scares her a little. Stelle sighs, closing the comic book she had tried to read but she was too lost in her train of thought. It's been three weeks since her mom kicked her out and each time she thinks about it she feels sick to her stomach. You offered to talk about it whenever she's ready, but she fears she will never be ready to talk about it. It sits between you two, an unspoken topic that doesn't necessarily need to be addressed, but would benefit Stelle to open up for once instead of burying everything in jokes and laughter.

"Stelle?"

She flinches at the sound of the door opening, and Yukong enters with a soft smile.

"I've cut up some fruit for you."

Stelle takes the plate of pears with a small 'thank you', looking down at the white slices of pears. Yukong doesn't move, standing at the doorway like a hesitant mother who wants to say something but cannot find the words.

"I apologise if I am misreading the situation." Yukong says slowly, an underlying awkwardness in her voice that Stelle has never heard before in her years of knowing your mom "But did something happen at home that you can't talk about?"

Truthfully, she doesn't want to talk about it. Especially not with her best friend's mom. But maybe it's the weeks of holding it all in, having it be built up and wanting to explode out.

"Yes." Is all she says as she takes a bite of the crispy pear. Yukong lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement, shifting her bodyweight slightly.

"I was in a similar situation as a kid." Yukong says softly, her eyes unfocused as she stares at a spot on the floor "I won't pry on what happened to you. But for me, well, my family disapproved of my... lover. I was kicked out, forced to stay with a friend. I haven't talked to them since."

Yukong's words had Stelle freeze slightly, processing what exactly it was she just said. Yukong just smiles at Stelle, a heartbroken look in her eyes.

"Stay as long as you need. Let me know what you want to have for Christmas dinner this year."

Before Stelle can get another word out, Yukong had already left. All that remains is the weight of her words, a part of Yukong's life that Stelle had never even considered.

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail fanfic #hsr robin #hsr robin x reader #robin x reader #robin #robin x fem!reader #hsr robin x fem!reader #remember me 1999 #remember me #tase is so alive rn

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needanaccount2readarcaneposts · 5 months ago

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you seem to have the timeline of arcane down!! do you have the ages and how many years pass between each skip readily available by any chance?

It depends if you want the S1 version of the timeline vs. the S2 version of the timeline!

S1 version of the timeline, where Silco and Vander look much younger in the betrayal flashback, goes something like:

Betrayal (Silco and Vander look to be in their early to mid-20s?)

[general consensus is somewhere around a 10 year timeskip; could be as long as 15]

Bridge massacre (Vi is approximately 10; Powder is approximately 6; Vander is mid-to-late 30s?)

[skip forward about 5 years]

S1 Act 1 starting from apartment heist (Vi is approximately 15; Powder is approximately 11; Vander and Silco are early-to-mid 40s)

[skip forward about 7 years]

S1 Acts 2 & 3 (Vi is approximately 22; Jinx is approximately 18; Silco is late 40s to early 50s)

S2's much lamer version of the timeline is similar to above, but the bridge massacre and the betrayal are more or less concurrent. Silco only marinates in his post-betrayal angst and revelations for five years before turning up to ruin Vander's day, which... Listen, when you are a whole adult, five years is less, "At last... the culmination of all my long-held plans, the fruit of all my bitter labours, the moment towards which I have been patiently building all this time," and, "Oh my god... the sins of my ancient past resurrected to visit terrible consequences upon me!" and more, "Hm, I should re-caulk my windows."

From there, it all gets very loosey-goosey.

S2E1 picks up in the direct aftermath of the Council bombing, but most likely covers a period of several weeks, if not months: Viktor's recovery in the sourdough starter, the commissioning, creation, and unveiling of the statue of the dead Councillors, and the organisation of the memorial service, Ambessa investigating the undercity to discover Renni's grudge against Jayce and plan a major attack against said memorial service, Jayce designing and creating a whole hextech gun for Caitlyn, before the strike team begins operations in Zaun.

S2E2 skips backwards a bit in order to cover some of the same aftermath period in the undercity in the 'Sucker' montage; the chaos in the wake of Silco's disappearance puts enough strain on the Firelights' resources that they are almost at breaking point. It then catches up to the end of S2E1: there is a now a bounty on Jinx's head, which Smeech tries to collect. We see what is probably a fairly early mission of the strike team, investigating a known haunt of Jinx (the arcade) in an attempt to apprehend her. However, the strike team has to have been in operation for at least a little while now, using the Grey in Zaun, in order for Sevika to be willing to team up with Jinx to take out Caitlyn and Vi; otherwise I don't think she'd give enough of a shit.

S2E3 skips backwards a bit once more, to give us the 'strike team gassing the poors' montage. This probably also encompasses a period of several weeks to months, as each raid presumably has various scouting/intel gathering/planning stages, then debrief/intel assessment afterwards, before they plan the next raid. We also have to assume that this montage covers a long enough period that Vi and Loris grow decently close. This period outpaces the end of S2E2, and culminates in the Ashes & Blood uno reverse gas 5-way showdown.

Timeskip between S2E3 & S2E4, mostly covered in montage form: Vi's pitfighter emo phase, Jinx & Isha bonding, rise of the Jinxers , Cait's oopsie fascism phase and growing out of it. IIRC word of god says this is about six months???

S2E4-5: Stillwater heist and finding Warwick, probably just a few days.

S2E6: hanging out in the commune for... god only knows how long. How long do mind palace montages take? Think about how bad Vi's titty bandages and leather clothes must smell.

I guess at this point, it's been... I dunno, let's say nine months? a year? since the start of S2. Vi 23; Jinx 19.

S2E7: lol

S2E8: I don't fuckin' know, man. This is the point at which I started to tune out hard. How long was Vi unconscious? How long was Jinx rotting in a cell? How long did it take Ambessa to sneak all her forces out of Zaun and stage a... naval attack? huh? ok, whatever. We also have Jayce trying to convince the undercity to fight, and somehow having located Sevika and Scar to be representatives at this meeting. 🤷‍♂️

S2E9 occupies the exact reverse pocket of space-time as the adage, 'time flies when you are having fun'.

I guess by the end of S2E9, with Caitlyn's fuckass montage speech, Vi still wearing the same nasty vest, and Sevika assuming a Council seat, it's probably been a few weeks since the battle?

✨FIN✨

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isaut · 1 year ago

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𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓— f!reader x chrollo lucilfer. 2.5 k, refurbished. original: ao3

synopsis: during a simple heist job two years ago, chrollo offered you a cigarette outside the library. it isn’t his fault he fell in love with you, is it? I finally felt it was time to give this fic a face lift. I’ve changed a lot since I started her, and it only felt right. If this gets a sign off from tumblr.com I’ll change the ao3 version

The skyline of Sirap is stunning, with the silhouetted buildings twinkling with lights, a hum bubbling from the streets and from the blimps in the sky. It’s a place that Chrollo has found solace in, has even made a home and a routine for himself in the past few years. He’s overstayed his welcome, set by his own nature. It’s been years since he’s fallen back into his mysterious, nomadic ways.

Sitting in his study, Chrollo’s gaze is not on the skyline. He is not taking in the movements below him, taking up an old pastime of watching as people scurry by and wondering where they are going. Instead, his gaze is fixated on his computer, the blue light of the screen singing his eyes, drying them out. The pen in his hand clicks steadily against the stained oak of his desk.

The steady click click click of the pen does little to soothe the worries that have begun to stir in his stomach. The unsettling feeling on his soul as he reads the message before him.

It’s an email. From his bank. A simple request for 10 000 000 jenny. With a simple message attached.

I took care of the man who requested I eliminate your lover. I’ve forwarded his balance to you. You should receive a file from me shortly with details. Congratulations on your relationship.

In a brief fit of rage that is quite unbecoming of the man he wishes to present himself as, Chrollo slams his hand against his desk before lending back in his chair, stewing over the message. He tears his eyes away from the message, looking instead out the large windows before him. He takes a deep breath of the not fresh air, and it does little to calm his emotions.

As he watches a blimp float by in the sky, red light blinking against the darkness of the night, Chrollo can’t help but feel silly at how emotional he’s being. He can’t help but remember how he used to feel so indifferent, how everything felt stale.

Stale like the air around him.

With little reluctance, Chrollo sends the money over to his somewhat of an ally, Illumi. Their relationship was little more than constant transactions. He stands, stretches his arms above his head. Calling himself a banker had its pros: boring enough no one asked about it. It also had its cons: sometimes sitting in front of a computer for too long, researching his next thrill instead of boring into an excel spreadsheet.

Chrollo thinks that, at the end of the day, death suits him. Even if he’s falsely climbed into the carriage. Even if his back aches from time to time. He briefly considers doing a few of the stretches his lover had recommended. His lover who had gotten him in the mess. The one where he carefully removes bricks from the walls around him and lays new bricks as he lies to cover up his reality. His lover who was still probably perched in the living room, waiting for him to come out of his office.

The idea of you patiently waiting on the couch fills Chrollo with an uncomfortable guilt. He scrolls through his phone, looking for a text chain. He can’t find it, and resorts to drafting a new text in a small group message of just himself, Shalnark and Machi. If he took time to be truthful with himself, it felt odd texting the two of them. Even a year later, there’s an uncomfortable void, two of them in fact, of accumulated grief that press against his soul. He can’t shake it, nor can he steep in it.

We need to have a meeting. In the next few months.

Not ready to linger in those feelings, Chrollo locks his phone. Perhaps he’d mellow in those thoughts of the all consuming grief tonight, with your head resting on his chest as sleep washes over you. His gaze returns to the skyline. It’s dark out, it must be well past dinnertime.

Chrollo shuts down his computer with the forceful, long press of a button. Shalnark, who set up the device for him, is berating him for not using softer methods. Chrollo pockets his phone, eager to deposit it somewhere and forget about it until morning. The journey from his office to the living room isn’t a long one, and it’s one he can chart by the way you’ve dappled yourself along the path.

Gentle music flows from the living room, playing on the speakers that were brought from your apartment when you moved in. There’s a sweatshirt of yours on the ground that he picks up without much thought. He deposits it on the back of the couch, upon arriving to a deserted living room.

It’s not deserted. There’s a blanket that looks like it used to be wrapped around you, slumped in the corner of the couch. There’s a stack of essays on the middle cushion, and a pen set upon them. Half a glass of wine sits on the coffee table, and beside it is your iPad, unlocked.

Satisfaction brings the cat back. Chrollo leans over the iPad, investigating what you had been doing. He takes it upon himself to close the online shopping tab after seeing the total in the cart.

Rounding the corner, you hold a mug of tea in your hands. The brightness of the lemongrass tea fills the air, and you take a deep breath, both of the tea and of the sight of your boyfriend. Both senses wake you up.

Chrollo picks up the blanket, and sits in its place, throwing it over the armrest. He picks up the essay you had been in the middle of grading and flips it to the cover page. It’s thick, at least ten pages. A Turn About the Room: How Women Have Always Been the Secluded Ones.

“Done working?” You ask him.

Chrollo rests his arm along the backside of the couch to take you in. One of his shirts peeks out from below an oversized sweater of yours. Glasses perched atop your nose. He holds his hand out to you, palm up.

“You should be too.”

“I see how it is,” You say, coming over to his open hand. Your hand is still warm from holding the mug, and you slide your palm easily against Chrollo’s.

Only, the man before you isn’t Chrollo, no, there is no mass murderer before you. No grandiose thief. He’s just Kuroro, a man with a penchant for reading and a sadness behind his eyes that’s curtained by charisma and a modern day definition of chivalry.

A man who’s raising his other hand to take the mug from your own hands, the heat barely bothering him. His fingers twine with yours, and he brings your hand to his lips to place a kiss upon it.

“Do you?”

You nod, leaning over the back of the couch and into his personal space and pressing a kiss against his cheek. He smells warm, of mellow, musky notes that you’ve come to associate when you think of him. Home smells like Kuroro, it smells like the cologne he wears and the aftershave in the morning, curling with a warm drink and incense in the air.

It’s time to stop working for the day.

Rounding the couch, you take a seat right beside Kuroro. Truly, you’re more so on top of him with the way your knee hinges over his thigh. Neither of you care. Not when you’re so close, not when the world seems to just be the two of you.

Kuroro returns your mug to you, his now warmed hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How’s work going?” You ask, blowing on your tea before taking a tentative sip.

Kuroro hums at your question, resting his hand on your thigh. He rubs his hand over the smooth, plush skin. He ponders over how to answer, how to toe the line between being honest and being deceitful. It’s all for your safety after all. And here he has been, thinking he’d been doing a good job of maintaining your blissful ignorance to the world he hid in.

“Stressful,” Kuroro admits, taking a deep breath before raising his gaze.

“Mon pauvre,” You murmur, “Want some tea?”

Pressing his brows together, Kuroro nods. You watch with infatuated eyes as he does just as you had earlier: blow on the warm drink, letting the steam lick up his face before taking a small sip.

“Want to go get dinner?” You pose. “I haven’t eaten yet… We could go to the sushi place down the block.”

The news Kuroro had received minutes earlier rings in his head. Bounces from ear to ear, unable to be ignored. He thinks of the mom and pop restaurant that had infatuated the two of you, of the kind couple who ran it. Of the grandma who greeted you everytime you came in. Who cooed over how cute of a couple you made.

He thinks of an assassination attempt on either one of you. Of the chaos it would cause, of the rubble and the debris. He can envision your scared expression. The dead bodies of the kind family he’d come to know so well.

It tugs at his heartstrings in a way he had believed was long since dead. Perhaps you had made him too soft. Too human. He felt the youth coursing through his soul again.

With reluctance, Kuroro shakes his head. “I’ll make us something. Then you don’t have to get dressed.”

“You’re so considerate,” You say with a smile. “What are we having?”

“I have to check the fridge,” Kuroro replies. “Want to join me in the kitchen?”

Of course you do. You’d altered your 10 year plan to accommodate the man. You’d follow him anywhere.

Kuroro is, in his nature, secretive. It has always carried a certain charm with it: adds to the allure of his dark hair, his well-read nature and clean dress. However, you’ve picked up on a few tells he carries around with him. For instance, when he’s set on surprising you there’s a boyish glint in his brown eyes. When he’s morose in thoughts of life, both his own and philosophical, he’s oddly talkative. Always eager to find solace with his head on your chest or in your lap. And when he’s had a bad day at work, he’s quiet.

You don’t like when he’s quiet. It’s not that you feel the need to fill silence with Kuroro. In fact, normally it’s quite the opposite. Silence is comfortable.

The silence that hangs in the kitchen is not the comforting closeness you’ve grown to love.

As Kuroro investigates the fridge for something to eat, you take it upon yourself to put on some music in the background. Amy Winehouse’s voice seeps through the silence.

“Do you want tteokbokki?” Kuroro asks, holding a bag of rice cakes in his hand. His other rests on the refrigerator door.

You come to stand beside him, peering into the fridge. It’s barren. Only a few condiments and pickled vegetables litter the shelves. You feel an emptiness in your stomach. Did you eat lunch?

“Sure,” You say, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “Do you want some help?”

“Just your company,” Kuroro responds smoothly, closing the door and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. The base notes of his cologne still cling to his skin. There’s cedar and vanilla. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, releasing you slowly.

The gesture has your heart skipping a beat. You feel your face warm, feel as Kuroro’s hand slides along your shoulders.

It makes Kuroro smile slightly, watching your reaction come over. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, then opens the refrigerator open again.

“Go sit. I’ll get you some more wine.”

You wet your lips as you take your place on the kitchen island. Kuroro sets the chilled white wine bottle in front of you, then busies himself in the kitchen, combining spices and sauces together and simmering them over low heat.

To keep his mind off whatever was bothering him, you launch into telling him about the essays you’ve been grading— Final papers for your class on women’s oppression in literature. You teach it every other year in the spring, and this conversation is reminiscent of one you had when you first met Kuroro.

This one is about Rokeya’s Sultana’s Dream and Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. It’s a fresh take on Austen’s work, and you’re glad to see Rokeya being cited. There are a few inconsistencies in the line of reasoning, but the student is a year too young to technically take the course. She reminds you of yourself, if you’re being completely honest— Ambitious, if not a little scatterbrained.

Kuroro turns off the stove and sets the pot atop a woven potholder in front of you. He adds side bowls and chopsticks to the spread.

“I’d love to take a peek,” He says, getting himself a wine glass to join in with your drinking.

“You can. Want to see it now?”

Kuroro shakes his head and sits next to you. “You know I’ll get sauce all over it.”

Shrugging, you pick up your chopsticks. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spilt on an essay. “Thanks for cooking tonight.”

“Careful, it’s hot,” Kuroro says as his you’re welcome.

Even with his stomach pleasantly full, the overhead fan humming, and you pressed up against his side, sleep evades Chrollo. He tilts his head to the side, his hair fanned out on the too soft pillow. All pillows are too soft to him, anyways. He cushions his head for your comfort.

Sleep’s tireless evasion from Chrollo is not one that he’s a stranger to. He often finds himself in this same position, surrounded by newfound comforts, his heart thrumming softly, his eyes on the twinkling lights of Sirap. Absentmindedly, he rubs his hand up and down your side, taking solace in the way your stomach moves with every deep breath you take.

When you don’t drink before bed, you’re quick to rouse at his gentle petting. Sometimes, you wake at even the slightest shift. Groggily blinking away and rubbing your eyes, trying to see what’s wrong in the pitch black room.

Not tonight. Tonight, you’re full and there’s wine in your brain. And Chrollo is alone with his thoughts.

He turns his head to look at you. Cranes his neck to place a kiss to the top of your head without jostling you.

There’s a grief on his soul tonight, and it’s not own he’s used to. Albeit accustomed to loss, Chrollo’s heart can’t fathom experiencing the gravity of loss again. To be responsible for someone’s death who was so innocent, who had nothing to do with the circumstances he put her in.

So he places another kiss to your forehead, and shifts himself to wrap both of his arms around you. Invites your legs to tangle against his. He closes his eyes, and despite wishing for sleep it continues to evade him. So he takes deep breaths of you: shampoo, bodywash, oils and lotions. He lays in the dark, simply waiting.

#chrollo x reader #by ophelia

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sonqgmi-sims · 1 year ago

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SIMS 2: My Essential Mods/CC

Hi everyone! I figured since I have been playing Sims 2 a lot lately, I'd provide my current essentials! Will update as I try more things, but this is valid as of February 1, 2024! ♥

Links for everything are under the cut! Found throughout MTS, Tumblr and other Sims Youtubers!

If any links don't work please let me know so I can try to find replacements!

View my video here!

AFTER INSTALLING SIMS 2 (Windows 10) Sim Shadow Fix: Fixes that weird shadow box glitch! Increase Resolution Fix: Have to go into the data files and alter some things to make it compatible for Windows 10!

NEIGHBORHOOD MODS Seasons Icons In Color: Colors the Season Icons in gameplay and in neighborhood view! Easy To Decorate Camera Mod: See more of the neighborhood map that you couldn't see before! CAS MODS Widescreen CAS Fix: Fixes the UI so your sim isn't covered! There's options for every resolution! (I use 1920x1080) More CAS Columns: Adds more Columns in CAS! Just like in TS4! Evie's Equal Genetics: Equal chance for offspring to receive dominant and recessive genes! 5 Custom Genetics Haircolors: Custom recolors for the Maxis hairs! Chocolate (Brown+Black), Sandy (Brown+Blonde), Icy (White Blonde), Auburn (Brown+Red) and Caramel (Brown+Red+Blonde)!

BUILD & BUY MODS Sim Blender: The holy grail of Sims 2 Mods. Can do anything with this! ACR: Sims autonomously Woohoo, Try for Baby, Get into Relationships, etc! Great for drama & storytelling! OFB Shelf Recolors: Beautiful wood recolors for the OFB Shelves! (The OG's were kinda ugly lmfao) Stay Things Shrub: Choose which items stay after a sim moves out! Monique's Hacked Computer: Pay bills, Order clothing, etc! Object Rotator: Rotate objects on an angle! Small, Large and End Tables! Lifetime Want Chooser: Pick your sims LTW!

LIFESPAN MODS 1 Day = 1 Year (Sims): As the title says! More realistic as I consider 1 sim day a year! 1 Day = 1 Year (Pets): Same as the Sim version, but for pets!

UNIVERSITY MODS Uni After Birthday Party: Teens can throw a birthday party and before blowing out candles, the game asks if you'd like to go to college first! Semester Changes: College is now 8 days instead of 24! Faster Uni Education: 24-48 Hour semesters! There Can Only Be One Professor: 2 per major seemed much, so I like this one! Generates less NPC's for me :D Doctors Need Degrees: Depending on your sims education/grades, they can either be stuck at career level 1 or 10!

GAMEPLAY MODS No 20K Handouts: As it says :) Now my sims aren't wealthy! Extended Family Treated As Family: Always hated it when second cousins could marry. This prevents it :) Community Time Project: Time spent on community lot matches with time at the home! Memory Manipulator: Hide/adjust Sims memories without using SimPE Break Up Via Phone: End a relationship over the phone! (Going Steady, Marriage, Engagement) 50 New Lifetime Wants: Adds new LTW's to the game! OFB Adopt Teen&Townie: Adopt Babies-Teens!

PREGNANCY MODS Shorter Pet Pregnancy: Pets give birth within 1 sim day! The default seemed way too long, so this is a must :) PregRel NL+: Can't find original post so I can't remember what it does, but I found a secondary version below! PregRel Compatibility Patch: Negative reactions to baby bumps if your significant other suspects cheating! Alternate Pregnancy Controller Lite: Possibility of your sims getting a miscarriage (Only had it happen once so far!) Triplets & Quads: Allows up to 4 babies to be born at once!

DEATH MODS Death By Childbirth: Morbid, but I like this for storytelling! Select Your Cemetery: When your sim lives alone and dies, a prompt shows up to move the tombstone to any lot! Now you don't have to cram the younger generations in your home ♥

MISC MODS/HACKS Last Name Copier: Edit/Change a Sims last name without using SimPE! Baby Pet Creator: Create a puppy/kitten with stray genetics! CJ Smart EP Checker: Does nothing, but it is required if you use any of Cyjon's mods! TS1 Prank Calls: Get the same funny and scary prank calls from Sims 1!

BONUS & EXTRAS The Christian Collection: On a MTS forum post, (look for Liv Lukas's post) but ChristianLov's mods are no longer able to be found separately. This is also linked where I put the Baby Pet Creator! Sims 2 Store Content: I only use the extra cars in my game, but there's loads of new stuff!

TOOLS SimPE: Edit ages, relationships, memories, family trees, etc! Sims2Pack Clean Installer: Used to install new lots and sims into your game! Mootilda's Hood Checker: Check any custom neighborhoods for corruption! Bat Box (FFS Lot Debugger): Similar to the Sim Blender. Here's the Vase version!

#ts2 #mods #sims 2 #sims 2 mods #the sims 2 #mine

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luniidae · 10 months ago

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~Of Gold and Blood~

~ A New Home ~

Chapter II

Note: Hi everyone! It's been an eternity since I posted anything about this fic. Unfortunately, this is not the next chapter, but chapter 2 update !

I'm never entirely satisfied with what I write, but I hope you'll appreciate this new version nonetheless ✨

You can read it on AO3

The next days, Korrilla returned to Neverwinter to keep an eye on the strange girl she had met and who seemed to have, for some obscure reason, caught her master's attention.

She didn't really understand the point of watching her, but she certainly wasn't going to argue with his orders anyway.

She had no trouble finding her young target's house, given its proximity to the tavern she had visited the other night. She recognized the roof from which her little spy had observed her, but there was no door or other window from this side of the street.

The warlock therefore went around taking a few alleys until a building which looked like any other: nothing very elaborate but not a dump either, it was actually quite pretty. That said, the dwarf had the strange feeling that something was off with this place. She kept a good distance away when a woman came out. The latter was rather well dressed but the way she held herself seemed odd. Despite her neat appearance, her walk was almost awkward, as if her outfit was inconvenient.

Korrilla waited until she was far enough away, then she approached the flowered windows.

To her great astonishment, she couldn't see anything through it. Indeed, a mountain of dust covered all of the windows from the inside and it was almost impossible for her to see anything. The street wasn't very busy at that hour, but she decided not to linger so she wouldn't bring attention. She kept an eye on the house, monitoring the possible comings and goings of its inhabitants, but apart from the woman she had seen earlier, no one else left the place, and no one returned either. It seemed almost abandoned....

Korrilla felt like she was wasting her time, she was supposed to be gathering information about the supposed "Dracanist", but she had learned nothing new since she was here. However, she couldn't afford to return to the House of Hope empty-handed.

So with a hint of annoyance, the young woman decided to use a metamorphosis spell to change herself into an animal small enough to pass through a gap. Usually, she would have opened a portal, or teleported herself, but she didn't know what was inside and she had to remain discreet anyway.

And the dwarf changed into... A mouse. Luckily, she had no trouble finding an entrance, and once inside the house, she was able to see that everything from the outside was clearly nothing but a facade.

The place was dilapidated, unsanitary, it felt like a slum. The walls were decrepit, the floor was littered with all kinds of debris and most of the furniture looked like it was about to collapse under a shroud of dust and dirt. It made her wonder how the hostess had managed to keep her clothes this impeccable. Speaking of the "lady", she saw a portrait of her and a man on one of the walls. Their smile making them look creepier than they already were.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs and Korrilla quickly hid herself under the table. It was a child, a blond elf, probably 10. His clothes were dirty and he looked thin, but he wasn't the person she was looking for. Maybe it wasn't the good house, after all.

As unfortunate as it seemed, she was so focused on the boy that she didn't notice the mousetrap she was walking on. When she realized the extend of her mistake, it was too late. She managed to avoid being smashed by the mechanism, but her tail got caught nonetheless and she cursed herself for being so stupid. But in the other hand, she hadn't imagine finding a mousetrap in a place so neglected... The sound caught the kid's attention and he approached, kneeling down to take a look under the table.

A mischievous smile appeared on his dusty yet angelic face, and he took the trap with the mouse hanging from it. He looked amused and revulsed at the same time.

" Ugh, disgusting... Haha, I never thought I'd catch one ", he said to himself.

He poked the tiny creature with his fingertips to see her reaction, without knowing he was bothering a warlock in disguise. The latter, clearly annoyed by the situation, was about to take her usual form back and kick his ass to teach him a lesson.

But when he seemed about to smash her on the ground, he was suddenly pushed to the side, dropping the trap. He then fell on the floor, coughing because of the dust, swearing because of the fall... He stared at the person who dares to push him, a hint of anger in his eyes.

"What's yer problem, goat ?! I'll show ya ! "

The elf was talking to a horned girl, a bit smaller than him. He stood up quickly on his feet and threw himself at her, his face as red as a tomato.

The person who "saved" her was the one she was looking for. The two kids were fighting but the elf was a bit stronger and fierce, obviously hurt in his ego. The sound of their argument caught the attention of three others. Three children, hidden in the stairs, two humans and another elf. They were probably between 3 and 6 years old.

" WHO D'YOU THINK YOU ARE ! STAY IN YER PLACE ! " he shouted at her while beating her face. She was trying to fight back but at some point, she covered herself with her forearms instead.

Once he was done with her, he left her on the floor, threatening her.

"Don't ye dare touch me again with yer dirty hands, freak "

The ones hidden in the stairs were chuckling, apparently amused by the situation.

" You served her right! ", said one of them.

The room quickly felt silent as the kids disappeared in the shadows of the house. Korrilla, who was still stuck to the trap, was looking at the girl who was laying down before her. The latter slowly got up, leaning on her elbows. She seemed looking for something, then she stopped when her eyes locked on the mouse. She approached her, a few bruises on her face and a bit of blood dropping from her nose.

Korrilla could notice once again that her blood looked "magic", because of this strange reddish glow which was emanating from it.

" It's ok ", she whispered to the tiny creature. She removed her tail from the trap delicately and took the mouse in her hands.

" You can stay with me if you want ", she added in a low voice.

The warlock didn't expect to have to keep this shape any longer, but she considered her words for a second. It would be easier for her to watch the girl if she stayed with her after all... So she climbed on her forearm, reached her shoulder and hide in her hair, making her giggle.

And so she spent the rest of the day with her, gripping to her, observing her. She could notice how lonely she was, since she was the only one of her kind and the other children avoided or mocked her because of that. They mocked her horns, her eyes, or called her a demon because they all have noticed how quick she would recover from her injuries. And the dwarf noted it too.

The bruises she got from her fight with the elf boy had completely disappeared, just like nothing ever happened.

From time to time, Korrilla thought of the moment she'll come back to the House of Hope. She was looking forward to reach her bedroom, take a bath and have a big drink of wine or anything which could make her forget her time as a tiny defenseless creature. But the time when she could finally reveal herself would come soon.

When the sun went down and the sounds from the tavern could be heard, the horned creature headed to her bedroom.

" I'm goin' to show you somethin' funny ", she said with a smile, " There's a place behind, with lots of people. I like watchin' them at night", she looked excited about it, " They drink, they laugh. They even sing and dance strangely sometimes "

But her enthusiasm vanished when she struggled to open the door of her room. She looked through the lock and saw something stuck inside, something she couldn't remove despite her attempts. She heard someone chuckle from the end of the corridor and saw the elf boy... He stood in the crack of his bedroom's door, grinning.

" Good night, goat, greet mum and dad for me ", he said before closing the door. The warlock mouse could feel the little girl's heart racing all of the sudden. She remained silent for a few seconds.

" ... Neve'mind ", she finally said, trying to keep her calm, " I have an idea ".

She went back downstairs, decided to open the main door to reach her bedroom from the outside, since her window was never really locked. She climbed on a chair to reach a pot on a furniture, looking for something inside. But her face quickly changed.

" The key... ", she paused for a few seconds, "Someone took it... But it's alright... ", she murmured to herself.

The dwarf understood that she couldn't actually go out as she had planned to, and it was apparently a problem. She could feel that something was wrong, her face was calm but her eyes were sad and worried. Since they were alone, Korrilla thought it could be the right moment to take back her usual form, she was tired of being a rodent anyway.

She jumped from her shoulder to the table nearby. The little girl quickly got off the chair, thinking the mouse fell down, but her eyes widened in an expression close to the fear when she saw the tiny animal turned herself into a humanoid being.

But surprisigly, it wasn't the warlock's transformation that worried her, but her simple presence.

" You.... You're not supposed to be here! ", she whispered, trying not to raise her voice despite her worry.

Korrilla was a bit taken aback with the girl's reaction, but she kept her composure and spoke quietly.

" I mean you no harm, I... "

" You must leave! ", interrupted the child who was losing her nerves. She didn't seem to be afraid of the warlock herself, but rather of what awaited her if it became known that she had let in a stranger.

" I can help you ", the dwarf insisted, but the horned creature shook her head nervously.

" You - " , she didn't finish her sentence. Her face froze as she heard footsteps getting closer from the street. She recognized this sound, she knew too well who it belonged to. Korrilla quickly transformed into a mouse again in order to hide and see what would happen next. Lurking in the shadows, she observed the scene, listening closely as the sound of a key in a lock could be heard, and the door opened.

She recognized the person who entered: it was the woman she saw this morning, but she wasn't alone. A man, the same as the one of the portrait she saw earlier, was following her, his face stern and reddish, but he seemed even more upset when he saw the child in the middle of the living room.

" What are ye doin' 'ere, freak ", he grumbled. He looked menacing, and so did the woman.

" Go back to yer damn room, right fuckin' now ", she shouted at her.

The little girl was standing before them, her knees slightly shaking, "playing" with her fingers in a vain attempt to ease her nervousness.

" I... I cant, they blocked th- ", but she couldn't say more. The man slapped her face so hard she fell on the floor and Korrilla thought, for a moment, that the young girl had been knocked out, but she moved weakly.

" Don't answer back ! ", he yelled at her.

She was holding her painful cheek, turning slowly her head so she could look up at him, a few silent tears rolling along her face.

But the bastard thought it was a defiance stare and got even more mad at her. He grabbed her neck, his fingers pressing her throat as she was now standing on tiptoes, trying to catch her breath and holding his big hand, desperately trying to make him ease his grip. Korrilla was still watching and her heart skipped a beat when she saw this huge guy attacking the fragile being.

" He's going to kill her... ", she thought, a thousand scenarios racing through her mind.

She wasn't sure it would be a good idea to take the girl with her to the House of Hope, since Raphael only wanted more information about her but nothing more. But she couldn't just... Leave ?

In a fraction of a second, memories came back to her mind. The memories of her own past, her previous master... He was just like him, brutal, violent, threatening. Korrilla remembered how she felt when once, he was so angry that she thought he would eventually kill her and her sister. That was the night she met Raphael for the first time...

The dwarf was suddenly brought back to reality when she heard the man shouted something.

" I dunno why we keep ya anyway, you piece of shit. Always disobeying, sneaking outside.. They said you would bring us a lot of money but you're nothin' but one more mouth to feed "

"They" ? Who "they" ? Korrilla wondered... But she didn't have any more time to think, she needed to act quickly.

So she suddenly turned into her original form again, ready to strike. The imposent couple jumped, letting out a scream of surprise. Korrilla was standing there, menacing, with a flame in the palm of her hand.

" Get away from her ", she commanded sharply.

" Who the hell are ya ?! ", the man shouted, still holding the child.

" Get rid of her ! " yelled the woman at him.

But the dwarf had no patience for this now. She had spent the entire day as a mouse, in this miserable and dirty place, and clearly, she had enough of this. She threw a small fire ball at the man, precisely on his forearm so the young girl could break free from his grip. He screamed in pain, holding his injured arm as he took a step back.

" You bitch ! "

Korrilla put the horned girl behind her.

" This one is coming with me ", she said while an orange portal opened in their back.

" B-But you can't.. ! "

The woman stared at the couple, her gaze darkened as she put an index on her mouth.

" Sssh.... "

Then she turned on her heels to go through the portal, taking the girl with her.

Korrilla had no trouble bringing the young girl to the House of Hope. She's been living in unenviable conditions, and she needed nothing more than the promise of a new life to convince her to follow the dwarf.

When she saw the place for the first time, her eyes shone with admiration, because she couldn't imagine that there could be a more beautiful place in the world. Everything was luxury and excess, and the little girl didn't fail to notice the impressive amount of food which was on a large table. She felt her stomach growl at the mere sight of it. But her attention was quickly diverted when she had to face the master of the House: Raphael.

The latter was in his library, sitting in a fancy chair, reading a book in front of a huge fireplace where a comforting fire burned. He looked up when he heard Korrilla's footsteps, and a surprised look appeared on his usually serious face. But he kept his composure as she approached with the young girl.

He closed his book, put it on a pedestal table and stood up from his chair, taking a few steps forward.

" What - ", he interrupted himself when he saw his warlock covered in dust and raised an eyebrow, " ... No matter "

He took a look at the tiny figure before him, his arms crossed, his chin resting on one of his fists.

" Korrilla, explain yourself... "

" It is a long story ", admitted Korrilla who was too tired to elaborate, " But I had no other choice but to bring her here ", she paused for a second or two, then added quickly, " At least, you can check if she really is what you think "

The devil's eyes slightly widened. That was her ? She looked so fragile, so vulnerable... The Cambion didn't expect her to be in such a bad condition.

" Are you sure, Korrilla...? ", he asked, not convinced by the child.

The dwarf nodded and did her best to hide her annoyance. She hadn't spent the entire day as a mouse to be doubted, she thought.

" There is no mistake. Today was very... Instructive, I would say ", she answered, " Shinning blood, fast recovery... She looks like a miserable Tiefling but I can assure you that she's definitely more than that "

Raphael considered her words and leaned towards her to examine her better. She indeed looked like a Tiefling, but there were slight differences. Her horns were thinner, for example, and as the warlock told him the other day, she had no tail and none of those characteristic sharp traits at some places.

When their eyes met, the child didn't look away, fascinated by this stranger who had something both reassuring and threatening. That was also the first time she saw a devil and she couldn't help but stare at his wings.

" You don't look afraid of me, aren't you ? ", he finally said.

She looked at him again but didn't answer, not afraid but impressed nonetheless.

Raphael had the time to read more about the Dracanist people while he was alone, and he wanted to check something. He gently grabbed one of her horns between his thumb and index, checking its consistency. He could feel a discreet kind of vibration emanating from it, almost like a silent purr. There was some magic in it, he thought.

His face was less severe, but he needed another proof... This vibration thing wasn't common but it wasn't enough for him.

" Make her bleed ", the devil said.

Korrilla looked a bit surprised, she wasn't expecting him to ask such a thing now, even if it seemed logical.

" Just a scratch ", he added nonchalantly, noticing her sudden reluctance, " Needless to make a mess of her "

The woman approached her who was staring at her with an apprehensive look, but she remained perfectly still.

" It's going to be ok ", she whispered, taking her wrist in her hand.

Raphael raised his eyes to heaven in her back, his arms crossed, he wasn't a very patient man sometimes.

The warlock held the little girl's hand opened and pulled out a penknife from her pocket. The child watched her puting the blade on her palm without moving or saying anything, as if she was absent.

" Make it quick ", insisted the Cambion.

The dwarf took a breath and in one motion, she cut into the delicate flesh.

The horned creature groaned in pain, her fingers twitching, but she didn't try to remove her hand. A few drops of blood fell on the floor, but the rest was like floating. Her eyes changed too, they were still red but... Different, like two scarlet lights in the dark, and her pupils were completely gone. It lasted until the bleeding stop.

" My my... ", Raphael said, suddenly delighted by what he was observing, " Now, that is interesting "

He put a knee down to take a closer look, grabbing her tiny hand and brushing his thumb over the fresh wound, making it sparkle and making her slightly tremble. The child frowned but did her best to hide her discomfort. Also, he could see the wound starting to close itself slowly already.

The Devil looked at her again.

“ What is your name, little mouse? ”

She hesitated for a few seconds, intimidated.

" .... L... Luvia.. ", she replied in her small voice.

" That's quite a name. Well Luvia, welcome to the House of Hope "

Then he snapped his fingers, and the child's rags changed into a fancy dress, with a dark blue tiny doublet with long red sleeves, decorated with golden details, reminiscent of Raphael's outfit. Her hair was clean, and her face was clear. It was as if she had taken a bath without realizing it.

“That’s better.”

To be continued...

Bonus: Chapter 2 first version

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #video games #fantasy #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #bg3 fanart #bg3 oc #bg3 raphael #bg3 house of hope #bg3 fic

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novamixs · 10 months ago

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change - iwaizumi

it’s hard to feel normal when you’re anything but. you wake up, wondering how many more days you’ll have to until it’s over. you get up, dreading the state you’ll see yourself in as you look into the bathroom mirror. you can’t recognize yourself. when did you start looking like such a mess? you decide that today is the day you’ll make things better for yourself.

take a shower, brush your teeth, change your clothes, then lose around 36% of your motivation when you see the pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the bedroom. that can wait for tomorrow. you’re getting better after all, right? baby steps! you open the window in the kitchen, taking a moment to manipulate yourself into thinking things will change, but this happens every time. mid contemplation, your stomach growls. you’re hungry. it’s been quite a while since you’ve felt that feeling.

you open the fridge with a bit of force (did you get weaker?) only to find a spoiled carton of milk, some apples, and an energy drink. guess a meal will have to wait until later. or tomorrow. at this point in your day, around 50% of the motivation to get better has faded away, and the other half never existed in the first place. you made it two hours without going back to bed - a record for the week!

walking back to your bedroom is your version of the walk of shame; today is just another failed attempt of feeling like you have a purpose. you sink into the familiar comfort of your too-big-for-one-person bed. your eyes drift shut, just as they have for the last three days, and in 10 minutes you’re out cold. your mind has decided to have mercy on you today and not let you have time to think about what the hell you’re doing with your life.

your eyes flutter open at a rough 6:45 am, the earliest you’ve been up in a while. today is the day, you think. having woken up this early was enough to convince yourself you have the ability to rule the world. the routine continues: shower, teeth, change, save the laundry for tomorrow. in your new outfit for the day, you decide it’s a great day to go to the coffee shop down the street.

you squint your eyes as you walk outside, the sun smiling in your face as if it’s saying i am everything you aren’t! i am related to happiness and warmth and good days! you decide that the sun is not going to ruin your day. today is supposed to be the day! you were up early, you put on a decent outfit that won’t earn you weird looks, you went out of the building, what could possibly ruin this for you?

a coffee shop can. that’s what. what in the world were you thinking, coming to a place where every chirpy morning person in the world is at the same time? you debate turning around, but are reminded of the sun as it beats down onto you. you want to be happy, like the sun is every day. you exhale shakily as you push on the pull door. strike one. you correct yourself, hearing the bell chime as you walk inside. you’ve never cared about what people think of you because they have no idea what it’s like, yet you feel small under the eyes of everyone in the shop.

you walk up to the register, ordering your usual. or what you think was your usual. it’s been a few weeks since you’ve come here. the cashier tries to make small talk, and as appreciative as you are for it, you answer with one word responses or shaking your head. you mishear one of her questions, answering with a yes instead of if you want your receipt printed or thrown away. strike two. you haven’t been a people person in some years now. you pay with the $10 bill you found in a drawer, taking a seat in a booth in the corner farthest from anyone and everyone.

the smell of the coffee and the conversations of the people around you make you feel more anxious than it used to. maybe you should start going outside more. you space out, staring at the empty seat in front of you as your mind wanders. how long has it been since you’ve talked to any of your friends? are they worried about you? or are they used to this behavior already? you are shaken out of your thoughts when your name is called.

you hesitantly get up from your seat, walking to grab your drink and sit back down. upon grabbing it, you realize it’s hot. you remember that you get cold drinks in the morning. oh well. what’s so bad about change? you swiftly turn around, only to knock into the broad chest of a man you have never seen in your life, your drink flying to the ground.

he backs up quickly, eyebrows raised in shock and concern. oh. oh wow. he’s gorgeous. suddenly you think you should’ve paid more attention to your appearance while getting ready this morning. “i’m so sorry,” he says, reaching behind your figure to grab napkins. it snaps you out of your trance, and you’re aware of the stupid expression on your face. were you staring?

you turn around, also grabbing a few napkins before kneeling down beside him. “it’s not your fault,” you say quietly, focused on cleaning the mess on the floor. “i wasn’t watching where i was going.”

he picks up the last piece of ice, dumping it into the now empty cup as he looks at you with all of his glory. “can i buy you another one? it’s only fair.”

any other day you would’ve denied. you would’ve taken this as a sign that maybe today just isn’t your day. but with a gorgeous man right in front of your eyes, you think that today is a day for change and the only way to go is up. you nod, unable to find the word ‘yes’ in your vocabulary. strange, considering how it was the only thing you could say ten minutes ago. he helps you up, asking you what you ordered. you consider telling him a cold drink, but stick to the hot one you just spilled all over the shop’s floor.

he pays, and leads you to the booth you were just in. he sits across from you and looks away, giving you a few seconds to really look at him. he’s muscular. looks like he takes good care of himself. if you were yourself from two years ago, you might’ve tried hitting on him, but too much has happened for you to be that person again in your lifetime.

“i’m sorry again, for making you spill your drink,” he says, and you can hear how sincere he is in his voice. a well communicated man, too. what a catch. he looks back over to you, holding eye contact. “what’s your name?” it takes you a second to process what he’s asked, but you tell him as soon as you do. it must’ve come out faster than you realized, because he chuckles softly at you before responding. “i’m iwaizumi. it’s nice to meet you, even in.. this circumstance.” he says, getting quieter towards the end. you feel yourself crack a smile for the first time in ages. “it’s nice to meet you, too,” you say back, embracing the no-teeth smile on your face.

“how’s your morning been?” he asks, his voice smooth sounding. you realize he’s making small talk, just as the cashier with you not even an hour ago. however, this time, you think that you do not mind it as much, since he’s looking at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on and asking as if it really matters to him.

you run your morning back at his question, and you come to a conclusion that had he not bumped into you and spill your coffee on the floor, you would be back to that same slump you’ve been in and out of for as long as you can remember. you look away, embarrassed as you answer him. “i don’t think you would believe me if i said this is the best morning i’ve had in weeks.”

he raises his eyebrows again, smiling at your words. the view is better than any ocean, any mountain, any sky could ever have. “that makes me feel less terrible about running into you, then.” you open your mouth to speak again, finding it easier and easier to talk to him, even with the minimal amount of conversation you’ve had.

just as your voice comes out, his name is called. he turns his head to the counter, walking quickly there and back to slide your drink over to you. you mumble a thank you, taking a sip of the drink. it’s good, to your surprise.

you talk with him for a few more minutes, paying more attention to his voice than your now lukewarm drink in front of you. mid sentence, his phone buzzes, and he checks the screen. you see his face fall slightly, opening something on the device. “i have to go, but i’d love to hang out with you again.” he tells you, sliding his phone over to you. you look down at the screen, your eyes noticing it as a contact. you freeze for a minute, then put your number in with your name at the top. you slide his phone back over, a content look on your face. “just send me a text. i’m free whenever.”

he smiles, raising from his seat. “i’ll see you later then.” you watch as he waves goodbye, walking out of the shop. you exhale, feeling fresh, like the way you want to feel when you decide to clean up around your apartment. you feel normal. you feel like maybe, just maybe, that single interaction has prevented you from continuing to dig straight down. your phone buzzes, and you see an unsaved number:

tomorrow at 3?

this is iwaizumi btw

you feel that stupid smile on your face again. the one you used to have while talking to your friends in high school. a happy smile.

sounds perfect

see you tomorrow

you shut off your phone after saving his contact, finishing your (now cold) drink. today is a good day to go grocery shopping. you get up from your spot, leaving the shop, walking to the store a few streets away. you always thought that there was never a point in change. that a routine would help you get better, and that sticking to it would get you to forget about the feelings that cloud your mind.

after today, you decide that breaking that routine and spilling your coffee was the best thing to ever happen to you. what’s so bad about change when it gets you to meet a new potential friend, and go to the store, and get a new drink that you now deem as your favorite? what’s so bad about change when it helps you feel like a normal person, when you’re anything but?

a/n: this is extremely self indulgent i'm so sorry and i'm embarrassed that this is my tumblr debut but i hope you enjoy ☺️ this is for all my iwaizumi loving friends in a mental slump rn

#iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #iwaizumi fluff

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simdertalia · 10 months ago

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🌺🌴 ACNH Paradise Planning Set: Part 1 🌴🌺

All the items you'll need to recreate The upstairs of the Paradise Planning office in your TS4 game. Most items came with only 1 swatch each. There are lots of items that I added extra swatches for. *See bottom of item list for links to the handful of items that have already been made in other sets. Set 2 coming very soon!

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 67 items

💡As always, turning the brightness down on my functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender. I am trying to figure the issue out.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

I hope you enjoy! ☺️ Download below, all in a zip file or pick & choose!

Build: -Floors Wood | 1 swatches | Wood -Walls Plaster | 2 swatches | Paint

Type “ACNH paradise planning 1” into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

As always, please let me know if you have any issues!

📁 Download all or pick & choose (SFS, No Ads): HERE

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Will be public on August 3rd, 2024 💗 Midnight CET

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*Veranka's Bakery Window: MediumDouble: This window is recommended if you are recreating this building in TS4.

*Maracas *Steam Diffuser *Wall Certificate *Aroma Diffuser *Soda Cans *Hammock

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