#Vinca I love you

[akitasimblr]

oh lá lá! household 2 starts with a lot of luck!! the benevolent god is on your side, guys!!

and just as the group sets foot on the island, anselme makes THE QUESTION! «who has the higher friendship bar, who gets to go on a date with the bachelor?»

araminta hearst-irsay is the lucky one with 33 points of friendship! and she will spend 12 hours with the bachelor in the WowWow Hut!!

dude? what the hell?? why on earth would you start your date with mischievous interactions?!!?!? fortunately, araminta went along with your silliness...!

SERIOUSLY?! a fart, dodo?! 😶😂😂😂

yes, let's start again and forget the last 4 hours... 🫤

a dirty joke? dodo??? are you taking love advice from your twisted twin???? 😁😁

well, the boy has been wanting 'action' since he set foot on the WowWow hut and araminta said YES!!

i suppose it was golden woohoo!! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

and as thei return to the deserted island, valerie catches araminta right away and asks if there was any kiss... oh girl, you have no idea 💋💋💋

bo wants to make amends and is the first one starting a conversation with our bachelor 😎

but soon, bo's evil ways strike against... valerie, oops!

meanwhile, contestants start to meet each other. anselme, for some reason, decided to lie about his career - apparently, he is a secret agent? 😁

sierra is sharing interests with lyric and lyric and lucian are about to become besties! they spent HOURS talking in the water 🥰

don't ask me why, but valerie finds ALL dodo's jokes b-o-o-o-r-i-n-g!!

and sierra decided to flirt with anselme because he is "sooooo cute", i quote :)

the night goes on, anselme decides to cook something and lucian ends up sleeping in the canoe that seems to be around the island (it is not ours!!!).

and as dawn peeks in, sierra decides to make her "baywatch" scene 😎🛟🌊 see you tomorrow, guys!

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bo cash by @ravingsockmonkey sierra mitchell by @tipsy-clouds anselme parmentier by @agena87 valerie queens by @enchanting-whim araminta hearst-irsay by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants lyric cross by @micrathene-w lucian vinca by @jonquilyst

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter 3

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight|Chapter nine|Chapter ten(finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language, mentions of abuse and trauma

Word count: 1.5k

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He was avoiding you. You could tell. He made it very obvious. Each morning you woke up, he was going to sleep. And every night you went to sleep, he was just waking up, but he didn't dare leave the room, for fear that he would run into you.

Joon was still being Joon, and the Situation with Jimin made it worse. You weren't sure if he knew what happened between you and Jimin, but you didn't ask to find out either. However, he was eating more and more. At least he can trust you enough to eat your cooking. That's progress, right?

Before you knew it, the boys had been with you for two weeks. Some of them had become pretty comfortable. Taking the advice Taehyung gave you, you bought some cat scratchers for Yoongi. All of the wolf hybrids in the pack would go in the backyard to let all their energy out, except Joon. He just watched over them, scolding them whenever they would chase the chickens.

Jungkook was your new best friend. He stuck by your side like glue, your big buff teddy bear. Yoongi was quiet, reserved. He spoke to you often, but he tried not to talk for longer than a couple minutes. Jin and Taehyung were the best of help. He always cook meals, and when it's time to farm, he never lets you do anything yourself. Hoseok was still timid and flighty, but he was loyal. This group of dangerous hybrids was slowing becoming a loving family... very slowly.

"Seriously Tae, get your own!" Jungkook and Taehyung were fighting over the new snacks you had gotten them. One thing you learned about about kook was that he was very territorial over his belongings. That's why you had a specific drawer of snacks with his name on it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop Taehyung.

"Just one bite, please!" They were playing tug of war with the bag of chips. Jungkook was winning. "You have a whole box of them! I can't have just one?"

"No! You can't", he protested. While trying to tear the chips from Tae's grasp, the bag rips, chips flying in the air and landing all over the kitchen.

"Look at what you did!" Tae accused, bending down to pick everything up. A broom would've been more efficient but he wasn't sure where you kept it. "Hurry up and help me clean before Y/n sees it!"

Swiftly, Jungkook helps pick up the salty potato chips. Before exiting the kitchen, they look around one more time to make sure there wasn't even a single crumb on the floor.

And with that, the argument over the chips was over, never brought up again...

You noticed that Jimin loved hanging out in your greenhouse, admiring all of your colorful flowers. You wanted to give him some space, but while watching him walk around the greenhouse you had the urge to join him.

"Those are vincas, by the way", you whispered loud enough for him to hear you, fiddling with your fingers.

He appeared to be startled by your presence- rightfully so. His mouth hung open, looking as if he wanted to say something. You stoped him before he could get the chance.

"Before you say anything. Let me just apologize first-"

He shook his head. "Don't. There's no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong... I should be the one apologizing. I know that hybrids and humans aren't allowed to interact i-in that way- very selfish of me."

"What are you talking about?" You may have done a lot of research on hybrids, but you never did any on their relationship with people. Maybe you should've...

"In the lab they always told us..", Jimins mind went back to the days he wished to never remember.

The lab was cold, ice cold. Stuffed in cages, the wolves shivered, huddled together for warmth. One by one, the men in lab coats sedated the wolves, fearing being bit by them.

"This one is feisty!" The researcher laughed, holding the hybrid by the spikey collar as the medicine kicked in. The others in the cage kicked and pulled on the metal bars.

"Please! He's tired, he can't take anymore!" The pack leader begged. "Take me! Take me instead, I'll do anything."

The researcher came up to the cage with a cane, banging it on the bars. "Listen here, mutt", he hissed. "Each of us have a part to play. Your is to be obedient to your superiors, understood?"

The other men laughed and applauded him for putting Joon in his place. "That's right! Show him what happens when mutts defy humans..."

Everyone in the lab agreed, shouting as if the lab had become the coliseum. A fox hybrid ran up to the bars, getting down on his knees, head pointed to the floor.

"Please excuse him, sir. We know are place is and will always be behind these bars. Please have mercy", he pleaded.

The researcher smirked. "Always remember your place. You will never have what we have. No human will ever want you, not even as a pet- definitely not as a lover. Remember this- your barely human, and will never be treated as such..."

Jimin was heavily drugged up, laid out on the surgery table. However, what the researcher said, his words- Jimin remembered every last bit of it. It still rang in his ears. You will never be treated as human...

And so, if I'm not going to be treated as one, why try and act like one? Why not let my wolf counterpart take over? These thoughts dangled over Jimin's head. And with those thoughts, he used every last bit of his strength to stab one of the researchers with a knife- the same knife they were gonna use to rip him open.

Namjoon grabbed the other man through the metal bars, choking him until his eyes rolled backwards. Jimin rolled off of the table, and the rest is a blur.

Next thing they knew, the men in lab coats were dead, and all of the hybrids in the lab were freed by Jimin's hands. With how weak he was, it truly was a miracle. He saved the lives of over a hundred hybrids.

The next few months after, these hybrids hid in the woods, using their primal instincts to survive. Maybe those men were right. Maybe they were never human to begin with.

That's what they thought, but those thoughts went away when they met you. The person who was kind enough to let them in their home, give the somewhere to rest their head. It was you. You were their person.

But sadly, you couldn't erase the damage that had been done. You couldn't get rid of the bad memories, the mistreatment. And that moment you showed a bit of affection for Jimin, he was elated, but the voices started speaking to him.

And then men in the lab coats came to him saying, this won't last forever...

***

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable in any way!"

Jimin told you his story, his deep-rooted fears. You both laid in a field of daisies as he confided in you. It's difficult for you to explain the emotions you were feeling as he told his past. Sympathy? Rage? Both?

"Because... A part of me- actually all of me wanted to. I want to be yours. But the thoughts- they're stuck in my brain and resurface every time I get even a little bit of hope." Jimin's head hung low, picking the flowers from the fresh soiling and plucking each petal one by one.

She loves me...she loves me not... she might love me?

You grabbed his hands gently, holding them between yours. "Look at me", you asked him softly. He obeyed, of course.

"You are half wolf, that part is true. But Park Jimin, you are human! You more human than any human I've ever encountered! You're kind, charismatic, and the most thoughtful person I have ever met.

Your words brought tears to his eyes, and seeing him cry made you eyes swell, too. You enveloped him, hugged him tightly- but not too tight. Just enough to show how much you mean it. Then you placed a loving kiss on his forehead.

"You deserve this, Minnie." The new nickname perked his ears. You could tell he liked it. "You deserve life. An amazing fucking life."

"T-thank you", he whispered. "I- I can't thank you enough."

"Don't thank me. Just get better. Seeing you hurt makes me hurt. And seeing you scared makes me scared. I swear on everything I love that you will never go back there, or anywhere."

"But, once Joon is ready, we'll be gone", Jimin confessed. "I don't want to leave, but he also has his own story to tell."

You pondered, never daring to remove Jimin from your grasp. Maybe you can convince him to stay permanently? Maybe there is something you can do to ease the pain...

"Don't worry your pretty little head, just rest." You gave his hair a fluff, earning a cheesy smile from him. And just like that, you both napped in the field of daisy, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands holding his head close to your chest.

You have to make things right...

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[flocy-sims]

💘 NESTLED WITH NAFISA 💘

•Introducing Nafisa Echoe | Age: 24 | Pronouns: She/Her | Traits: Creative, Neat, Self-absored

• Being alone her whole life Nafisa always been hungry for love. She tried to get it from other places like simsmedia, and altough she loves all of her fans, being a simfluencer just doesn't satisfy her appetite. So, Nafisa found the courage to open her heart for the last time, hoping to find her one and only love, and not get her heart broken again.

• Life is never boring with Nafisa, she's always the center of attention, oh she makes sure of that. Juggling her simfluencer account and her small crystal business, she hopes to find the person who can handle her crazy life.

• Will this self-absored, but loving sim find her true soulmate or remains with only with love of her fans?

More below the cut:

• Likes: Crystals, a tidy home, The color beige, Slow mornings, cats , The moon, Body Modifications, New Age music, yoga, cleaning

• Dislikes: unmannered sims, smelly things, cold, closed minded sims, dirty homes, bad energy

• Fun Facts about Nafisa:

Lives in Tartosa

Wants to adopt a cat

Crystals are power source

Just started her small business of crystals and jewellery

Loves to be center of attention

Hates slob sims

Gets jealous easily

•Contestant entry guidelines:

Must be young-adult or adult

Humans are only being accepted this time!

Must have at least one negative trait

Can be any gender

Cannot have the romantic trait

They can have skills

Should have Likes + Dislikes

Can have back stories if you want to

Can have careers if you wanna

Maxis-Match or CC free (I own every pack, i also use some gorillax3, belaloallure cc so that's fine too)

Must be comfortable with changes such as eyes, skinblend, lashes as I have my own defaults and preferences as well as outfit changes to fit into my game style (the outfits will mostly stay the same if you've styled all of them).

• Remember to at me @flocy-sims or use #nafisaBC to make sure I see your entry and ask if you have any questions!

CONTESTANTS:

1. Nicholas Knight by @seyvia

2. Alize Resende by @invisiblequeen

3. Kai Miura by @jasminesilk

4. Milan Vinca by @jonquilyst

5. Ari DeLuca for @alltimefail-sims

6. Ivy Brennon for @dorytoss

7. Orlando (Dodo) Harper by @akitasimblr

8. Tucker Hausen by @theosconfessions

9. Hunter Jackson by @simsinfinitylt

10. Elliot Madison by @bakersimmer

11. Marshal Milan by @bloomingkyras

12. Naveen Eaves by @mdshh

13. Himari Watanabe by @foxsimthings

I'm gonna include as many contestants as you send me and keep it open as long as everyone who sent their sims, so just let me know if you want to, but you don't have time right away, so that i know to wait for you!

Please send me your sims!🤗

[madame-fear]

My lovely lady wife,

I think we know what I’m about to request for. A little Aemond fic on what I told you because Aemond being possessive..🤭

Arguing over reader having a dance with Lucerys or Aegon, but then turns sweet after reader snaps at him, telling him that she’s devoted to him?

Pretty please? (I love you!!❤️)

*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : My sweet darling Vinca, an honour to receive your requests as always! ❤ Please enjoy this and hope it was what you expected. I was inspired by the dialogue you sent me on some of the dialogues in here 🤭 Ily sm honey !! 💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request ] — word count : 1.6k ꒰ა ✧ additional note ; title is based on the song “come to me” by björk. 💗

— pairing : jealous/possesive!aemond targaryen x reader — genre : a bit of arguing, but then turns into fluff.

“It was just one dance, Aemond!” your shouting echoed through the dimly lit halls, going after Aemond, behind of him.

Patience was a virtue that lately began to heavily hang from a thin string for the One Eyed Prince; and the arrival of his bastard nephews, the Velaryon boys, back again to King’s Landing wasn’t making things any easier for him... And mostly, for his usual possesiveness around you.

Not that the presence of both boys itself bothered him. Quite the contrary, his natural self around them was to tease and make them upset on purpose, constantly reminding them how everyone knew they were merely bastard sons; “Strong” boys, as he would refer to them. But the problem was, when the betrothal dinner had arrived.

While Helaena took the hand of the eldest Velaryon, Jacaerys, for a dance after she made a subtle remark on how her brother-husband Aegon ignored her, Lucerys stood up from his seat, and offered his own hand to you for a dance. Such act was merely out of the usual polite and gentleness that identified the future Lord of Driftmark, but Aemond couldn’t help but silently seethe with overwhelming jealousy at the sight of you giggling and dancing with Lucerys Velaryon.

Lucerys. His bastard nephew. The one that had made fun of him with a pig as a young boy when Aemond had not yet claimed Vhagar, and the same nephew that had taken out his eye. How could someone as himself so pridefully offer his hand out to you, out of all the people, right in front of his face? And what was worse, was that YOU had taken it, only to notoriously have fun with the young Velaryon bastard.

And that could only lead to you having to chase after him through the large halls of King’s Landing, shouting out his name for him to listen to what you had to say. His usual stoic face now shouted an expression of pure grimace, feeling as if he were to lose himself to a burdening sensation of posessiveness towards you.

Aemond couldn’t even bare when his brother Aegon was too drunk to the point he started flirting with you, or using sexual innuendos — but seeing you dance so gracefully with Lucerys, the nephew he despised wholeheartedly, was the least of things Aemond could possibly tolerate.

“Aemond!” you kept shouting, “Seven Hells, would you even care to listen to me?!” his steps had turned nearly into harsh stomping, feeling your own legs get tired from the heavy rushing towards him.

As you were nearly reaching him, trying to place your hand on his arm to catch his attention, the One Eyed prince abruptly stopped on his steps and turned around to face you. Out of surprise at his sudden actions, you made a few steps backwards.

“I don’t need to listen to anything.” he retorted, with a monotone, yet cold voice tone. The stare on his blue eye hinted a fiery jealousy that abruptly ignited on him, you crossed your arms tightly against your chest. “And most certainly, I don’t need to hear you talking about how you accepted the hand of my bastard nephew to dance with him right in front of me!” his voice raised its tone, notoriously sounding angrier by the minute.

You had to admit, you were both frustrated and surprised by his sudden outburst. While you knew Aemond could be rather overprotective of you — especially ever since you had taken care of him after the incident with his eye —, you had never seen him acting in such... A possesive manner. “To which, I remind you: he owes me his eye.”

Your lips were partly open, about to protest against his sayings, as your brows knitted in confusion at the way Aemond behaved towards the situation. “I was only being polite to him, Aemond!” you snapped at him, shouting louder. “What was supposed to do, turn him down right in front of everyone?!”

You understood that Lucerys was certainly trying to be as polite and gentle as his brother Jacaerys was with women, and you saw no issue with that. But apparently Aemond did.

“You should have, yes!” your hands both went to your face, immediatly letting your head fall against your palms, releasing a muffled frustrated huff at his answer. You then fluttered your eyes open, going back to face him. Your heart loudly pounded against your chest from the adrenaline of the situation, loudly arguing with one another; being loud enough as for your voices to echo around the halls.

“I can’t believe you,” you said, with your eyes furrowed. “That was literally the most attention I have ever paid to any of the Velaryon boys!” pointing your index finger at him, you continued. “And you are making such a fuss over that?” while his lips opened to speak against you, you rapidly interrupted him, feeling bold enough to confront him. How could Aemond be so oblivious to the way you were entirely devoted to him, and only him?

“It was one dance.” you remarked, lowering your quivering voice. “And while you may have lost an eye, Aemond, that does not mean you are blind.” hearing your words made his grimly jealous expressions turn into an intrigued one. You sighed, allowing the hand that was pointing at him with your finger to fall by your side in a swift manner.

“I only accepted the dance out of politeness, but did I kiss Lucerys, or anyone else? No, I have not.” you began remarking, feeling relieved that Aemond seemed to attentively listen to you without making too much of a fuss. “Did I fuck him, or anyone else? Yet again, I have not.” a soft huff spurred from your nose, looking at him in disbelief.

“Do I ever stroll with anyone else in the gardens, spending hours talking with one another, like I do with you? No, I don’t.” leisurely, his face softened, hearing how the tense atmosphere seemed to switch into a more tranquil one. “I have never read to anyone else in the gardens, except with you. I have never cheered for anyone else in their swordtraining, except with you.” you continued, trying to discreetly build the point to him.

“I could never spend hours comforting anyone else, like I comforted you when you lost your eye. I have never cared for anyone else like I genuinely care for you. I never even cared to fix my gaze on someone that isn’t you, Aemond.” the initial angry frustration softly washed away from you, even if you could still feel the thrill of it pumping through your veins.

Perhaps it was true. He could have overreacted just a little bit — more than extremely, actually — to the situation. But how could he not be possesive over you, when you had such remarking, exceptional qualities that any man could possibly long for in a woman?

It had always been you the one braiding his hair playfully, it was you the one who comforted him whenever he felt angry, or outraged... It was you the one who always cheered and clapped for him when his skills in swordtraining became better each time; occasionally tossing Ser Criston’s own sword to the ground merely to impress you, and hear you root for him proudly.

Walking a few steps towards him, you lifted your sight to his eye, staring profoundly at him. A soft, quivering sigh escaped from him. Faintly, a rosy tint crept on his pale skin gently. “How can you not realise, it is you the one I truly adore? The one I am most devoted to?” the sound of your voice nearly made him melt, especially when you raised your hand to his cheek, and tenderly stroked it with the tip of your thumb.

A scoff spurred from his rosy lips, with a little sheepish grin tuggig at the corner of his lips. He was used to being possesive and jealous over you, but those feelings of adoration — now mutually felt — were always kept to himself. The One Eyed Prince was absolutely clueless on how to express his feelings towards you, to which, he preferred that saying nothing at all would be much better.

“I should have known it sooner.” he muttered, sounding a slight tone of disbelief at himself. It was just too obvious for someone such as himself to not realise. You scoffed, smiling at him as you shook your head lightly. A certain pride filled you, as your skin could feel his own heated cheek from the fluster under your touch.

Without hesitating, you tiptoed as his presence towered your own, and your free hand went to cup his other cheek. Awkwardly — yet a bit needily — his arms went around your waist sweetly, pulling you closer to his body. Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips locked against his own. And Gods, your lips were as sweet-tasting as he had always imagined they would be.

You kept your lips pressed against his own for what seemed an eternity, despite it being a minute, almost. His way of kissing you was soft, yet, it became a bit more deep and intense as the time progressed. Reluctantly, you had to pull away from him, despite him trying to inconsciously encourage you to keep going.

As you pulled apart, with your hands on his cheeks, a prideful grin was seen on his lips. Perhaps being jealous and possesive had its own perks, after all. A soft chuckle spurred from your lips gracefully, moving your hand lower to caress his jaw with the tip of your finger. There was something sweet in seeing how he could act just like a fiery, possesive dragon, but turn into an endearing puppy that melted at your touch. At that touch of yours he so longed.

“But now you know,” you whispered, caressing his skin delicately. “And I don’t care if I have to spell it out for you.”

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[zmakesgames]

Hello,

I am making this post because as of late, I, my friends and loved ones have been harassed. Vinca @flor4zul / @iso7010 / 4Nil on Itch.io , a developer who I have spoken to in the past has been accusing me of transmisogyny and anti-blackness. She first sent me a message message in the middle of the night calling me out and telling me to rot over a scene found in my game, Mare.

Spoilers for Mare:

Trigger warning for Transphobia, Transmisogyny, use of a Transphobic slur, Bullying, Violence and attempted suicide

Document will contain text of wishing someone's death and harm to an individual.

Once more, I ask even with what I have provided here that you do not harass Vinca or her friends. While she and her friends have hurt me, I do not endorse hurting others in turn. Minor update to the document: When referring to Vinca, they/them has been changed to She/her after noticing editorial mistake

[xiation]

XIATION - VOID

After waking up in a colourful world without his memories, a jester must learn of his family's troubled past and confront his maker.

XIATION is an ethereal based alternate reality outside of our own.

GENERAL DISCLAIMER: XIATION and REVERIE PEAK may occasionally contain mature themes mostly intended for older audiences as well as material that may be disturbing. Discretion advised.

(VOID) MAIN CHARACTERS UNDER CUT

HAPPY (THE FOOL) - (HE/HIM) Our protagonist and jester in question! Despite the occasional terrors, he remains a cheerful explorer. With a tendency to see the bright side in everything, he can often be blinded by the active horrors of everything around him.

SPRITE - (IT/SHE) Don't let the simple appearance fool you, this bowl is entirely sentient and capable of feeling. . . ! Adoptive sibling to Happy as well as Numen's assistant. "How can I assist you?" ^ ^

NUMEN - (HE/HIM) oɿbʞodl b'xʞm Ƨ He'll do anything to keep playing the game of life his own way. Happy's father. (He rather loathes his son.) In the planning phase he was going for a ringmaster, though the fact that his life is cruel a joke translates well with his more clown-like appearance.

VINCA - (SHE/HER) The love of Numen's life, and Happy's mother. She always overcooked the food and Numen always undercooked it. While it was a beautiful dynamic in it's own way, the fact that neither of them could cook should've been her cue to run away to save the both of them trouble from the start. "He turned the divorce papers into an origami crane. I didn't know he could do origami, then again I didn't know he was sick in the head either."

[thebashfulbotanist]

Stumbled across your blog and hope this isn’t a strange question to ask, but you seem knowledgeable on plants. I saw these strange markings (phenotype?) on some periwinkle a while back. Do you have any insight or recommendations to research more? I can’t seem to find anything about it online!

I shared this with my advisor, by the way, because I'd never seen such a thing in Vinca specifically. Because this occurs in multiple flowers, we'd guess that this is a random mutation. This doesn't seem to be a common color modification in Vinca!

(One thing to note is that Vinca minor and Vinca major can be pretty nasty invasive weeds. If you've found this outside its native range, maybe yank it, or, if you love the color, take it home!)

[jonquilyst]

LUCIAN VINCA for @akitasimblr's Mad About Dodo BC

Highly convenient that you announce a BC, because my latest spare from my legacy just aged up to a young adult! Bonus points: he and Dodo have a lot in common. So, allow me to introduce you to the newest of the Vinca family: Lucian! (pronounced Loo-see-uhn)

FAST FACTS

Traits: Bookworm, Generous, Ambitious

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Likes: Alternative Music, Singer-Songwriter Music, Pop Music, Red, Orange, Cerebral Sims, Hard-Working Sims, Discussing Hobbies, Discussing Interests, Compliments, Deep Thoughts, Stories, and Jokes

Dislikes: Ranch Music, Blues Music, Ambitionless Sims, Argumentative Sims, Arguments, and Malicious Interactions

Misc: 2-star celebrity (very close to 3 stars)

BIOGRAPHY

Dodo and Lucian have this very important fact in common: both are related to a very famous actor! In Lucian's case, it's his dad, Amias Vinca. In fact, both of his parents are super famous. His mother, Kyoko Miyamoto, wasn't famous at first, but she became a 5-star celebrity herself when she became a vlogging overnight sensation. So, both of Lucian's parents are very famous, and as a result he is famous himself!

Lucian grew up luxuriously in his parents' celebrity home along with his older sister Estelle. Both he and his sister have been trendy since birth and he has grown up with thousands of eyes watching him. Estelle got even more famous when she started painting as a teenager, becoming a 4-star celebrity, but with the celebrity life weighing down on her, she decided to quit the spotlight upon becoming a young adult so she could live a quiet and peaceful life in a cottage in Henford-on-Bagley.

Lucian, however, decided to stay in the spotlight. He doesn't mind it that much. He's only known for being his parents' kid anyway, so the paparazzi go for them more than they go for him, but he occasionally runs into some fans who want his autograph and he lives for it.

Lucian's interests include writing and books, science-fiction and dystopian fiction specifically. He aspires to create his own stories someday and wants to become a full-time writer.

Lucian is very friendly, and since he's got the money, he is a very generous guy, almost to the point where people consider him a philanthropist. He will shower anyone he loves with gifts, treats, and whatnot, even if said gifts are very expensive.

Lucian is very close with his dad, who is fit and athletic like Dodo is. Lucian isn't as athletic as his dad, but he doesn't mind doing fitness-related activities! He'd enjoy doing a workout with Dodo.

NOTES

Comes with all outfits

It's ok if his fame declines during the challenge. Lore-wise, he is always a celebrity!

He's from generation 6 of my Vinca Legacy! Family tree here

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(Thanks for saving me a spot!! I REALLY wanted to participate lol)

[lord-aldhelm]

Recommended Fic List

I honestly haven't read very many fanfics (I know, shame on me! 🫣) in The Last Kingdom or otherwise. I am starting to go through AO3 and actually read the ones I had bookmarked. I thought it might be nice to make a rec list of the fics that I really enjoyed. Most of these are rated M or E so be forewarned when you read them. I will add to this as I actually read more stuff.

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm:

Come Go with Me by Perennial (restricted to accounts only): A lovely post Season 4 fic that gives them both what they, and Mercia, deserve. Rating: M (@vinca-majors) More than Mercia by ToBebbanburg: Another lovely post Season 4 happy ending fic. (@torch-the-throne) Clever-Tongued by TheBrokaryotes: a very poetic and descriptive exploration of their first time together. (@tsukkinami) Day Out by cocchamscrew: Aldhelm has a nice day outside the castle away from Aethelred with Lady Aethelflaed. (@osferth) Duty & Decency by ToBebbanburg: Aldflaed in the universe of Pride and Prejudice. (@torch-the-throne) Meanwhile in Mercia by adamwhatareyouevendoing: A wonderful multipart series with a happy ending! (@skatingthinandice and @remembertheskittles)

Other TLK fics:

In His Father's Footsteps by holy3cake: Aethelstan x Osbert post SKMD (@holy3cake) Visions of Helheim by TheNamesWinter99: Sihtric x Reader and learning about his past and mother (@thenameswinter99) Wolf-Heart by Gemini_Mama: Finan x OC, part of a series, Wolf Warrior is the second part. (@gemini-mama)

[bloomingdarkgarden]

What Bloomed in the Darkgarden

Chapter 33: Periwinkle

A very tender hurt /comfort memory of Azriel and Elain finding each other after Hybern’s war. Snippet below.

“How would you write your story?” Elain asked faintly. “What life would you choose, were you not born to be such a fearsome warrior of Night?”

Despite it all, the soft praise of her words coiled into a particularly male corner of his heart.

“An exceptionally boring one. I’d imagine I’d need to earn a living somewhere… normal,” he considered quietly. “Work as a smith. Maybe in a kitchen.”

Elain stared at him for a long, long moment.

And then she laughed.

Well and truly laughed, deep in her belly. The sound ringing liquid gold throughout the chamber. She laughed so hard it had his own mouth curling upwards, his shadows peeking towards her curiously.

She laughed until it leaked away from her, and then asked with total sincerity-

“Would you work in my kitchen?”

“Absolutely.”

No hesitation.

She laughed again, and Azriel’s shadows skitted back with delight at the melody of the sound.

Elain needed this, he realized. So did he, in truth. The distraction from ruined lives and the horrors of war. It was a different sort of medicine.

“Maybe we ought to run away,” she sighed, staring up at the ceiling, tiredness lacing her gaunt features. “Open a bakery somewhere.”

“I can be ready within the hour.”

A weak grin grew across her lovely face and it was a song of desperate, lost impossibilities.

“With great wide windows and wooden tables for tea.”

Azriel smiled, too, at the thought.

“Blue walls,” she whispered, “Will you paint the walls blue? I’m not sure I can reach.”

He’d steal every star from the night sky if she asked him to.

Azriel nodded. “Which blue would the lady prefer?”

Elain sighed again. “Pale, I should think.” Her eyes sparkled, adrift. “Paler than the moon. Like a goodbye. Like a memory.”

He had never, in all these long weeks, heard her speak this way.

He was going to fall in love with her if she kept speaking this way.

“Periwinkle,” he murmured.

“Periwinkle,” she repeated, with that same smile, blooming of lost hope. “We’ll serve everything on old plates from the market, none of them matching.”

“None of them?”

“Not a single one,” she chuckled. “There's something I’ve always loved about a cupboard full of dishes that don’t match. It’s rather a comfort, don’t you think?

Azriel watched her speak like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Fresh flowers for the tables,” she murmured distantly.

“You could grow them out back,” his voice was quiet.

“What sort do you think?”

Azriel considered for a long moment.

“Periwinkle,” he paused, “to match.”

She smiled then. “You know flowers, Azriel,”

He would die a thousand deaths to hear his name on her lips again.

“A few.”

She quirked an eyebrow upwards. “Vincas are difficult plants. They’re monstrously hard to keep from drying out.”

“My faith in you is unwavering.”

“Too-right,” her smile grew wide again.

“I’ll put you to work, you know. In the garden too. But we mustn't work one day a week. We must have a day to ourselves. To laze about and eat sweets.”

“Laze… about,” he murmured cautiously.

“You mustn't work every day, Azriel.”

A foreign notion to him.

She nudged his shoulder with her own over the bath’s edge.

“I’ll make sure you don’t anyway. Lure you to laze with me in the garden with those cherry scones you love so much.”

He glanced sidelong at her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

“I notice,” she murmured. “All the things you finish first. Spiced quail eggs in the morning. Rosemary lamb at supper. Nuala’s winter stew. Seedcake. Cherry scones.”

Azriel swallowed, color staining his cheeks. “I was never permitted such things as a boy.”

“I know,” she murmured softly, “I know.”

The light was leaving her eyes again and he hated himself for being responsible for it. He wanted- needed to hear her keep speaking of beautiful, impossible things.

Which is why the shadowsinger parted his lips and said something he never in a thousand years would have said otherwise.

“Honeyed carrots.”

Elain glanced up to him. “Honeyed carrots?”

“Honeyed carrots. I have a weakness for them, just as you have a weakness for those sweet cheeses late into the night.”

“I do love cheese, really.”

“I know.”

She studied him with a tired smile. “How do you know?”

Because it was the first thing I watched you eat after months of wasting away, and I felt like I could breathe again.

He looked at her softly.

“How do you know I prefer cherry?”

The sorrow in her features was dissipating like fog into the night.

“We’ll eat it all.” Elain closed her eyes. “We’ll eat whatever we like whenever we please and grow old and fat and wiser than we’ve ever been.”

Azriel quirked an eyebrow at the prospect.

“I’ll need a day to train each week if I’m to be of any use on a battlefield ever again.”

“Nonsense,” she muttered. “I killed the king of Hybern and I’ve never trained a day in my life.”

Azriel laughed then. Warm and rich and honest. Because it was so impossible. Because it was so true.

Elain laughed with him, a golden melody, until the sound ebbed away from them both.

“Anyway the pies will be good,” she wheezed. “So good we’ll become famous for them.”

“The family will come looking for us.”

“Busybodies,” she waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll draw the shades. Bolt the doors. I can’t have Cassian stealing away my kitchen boy.”

Azriel would murder Cassian with his bare hands before allowing himself to be robbed of becoming Elain's kitchen boy.

“I expect the work will be demanding?”

“I’ll have you carving fruit and pastry from dawn to dusk.” She nodded to Truth-Teller, bloodied and bound to his waist. “I hear you are good with one of those.”

Azriel huffed a dry laugh because he was actually falling in love with her now.

“I hear the same of you.”

Elain grinned, scooping up a handful of bath foam. “It will be marvelous advertising for the shop, anyway.” She huffed a breath and softly blew the foam towards a nearby shadow, which writhed with delight.

“Knife wielders of the Night Court making pastries and all.”

This female, speaking of runaway dreams and bakeries like she hadn’t just slayed Prythian’s most ancient and formidable enemy.

Blowing fucking bath bubbles at his shadows.

He was undone.

“As my lady commands.”

She grinned wide then and sank slightly deeper into the water.

“I might frighten away all of your customers,” he muttered a moment later. Not untrue.

Elain scoffed. “You won’t frighten away the customers. If you just lessen your brooding and offer up one of those divine smiles every few weeks, people will line up around the block.”

A scowl formed on her face. “The females anyway.”

Azriel said nothing, a golden blush crawling up his cheek.

Elain’s chestnut eyes lingered on TruthTeller at his side before drifting to him again, her voice was barely a whisper.

“If you’re frightening, I’m frightening.”

The truth laid bare between them.

He wanted to wrap her in his arms.

“Yes you are.”

He spoke the words as if she were holy.

Because she was.

“You’ve killed dozens of people,” Elain whispered.

“Hundreds,” he corrected.

“I’ve only killed one,” she murmured, “but I made sure it counted.”

He would damn every star in the great night sky to kiss her now.

“Yes you did.”

“People will think I’m strange now, I suppose.”

His throat bobbed.

“Strange and beautiful. So much so, it might be difficult to look away.”

He did not look away. He meant every word, body and soul.

Something in Elain’s gaze glimmered as she beheld him. Something hidden deep beneath the devastation and loss.

And then Azriel heard it.

The quietest whisper of the song she usually emanated, lost in the dark, now reaching- reaching for the light.

“Promise you’ll paint the walls blue?” she whispered softly.

Tired and drunk on the ashes of war. He told himself they’d forget it all by the morning.

But just for tonight, stars above, let her be mine.

“I’ll paint the walls blue,” Azriel whispered back.

Read the rest on AO3

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

I know you’re stomped with requests but could you do jealous Vinca hcs? Like would she a bit more of the possessive type

Written by: @explorya88

A/N: My first HC with my favourite character: Vinca Wren.

Possessive:

Vinca had always been aware that she was like her mother: possessive, obsessive and (just like her sister Onyx) overprotective.

Jealousy:

She knows that MC is the ever-loving, loyal and sweet girlfriend. Even so, anytime she saw a woman or/and a man approach MC, she can't stop herself from being jealous no matter how hard she tries. The fact that someone recognizes how beautiful and sweet MC is and tries to flirt with her... The nerve of them!

Fire:

While isn't cursed by Vuzgamad’s bite, she always feels her chest burning with flames of jealousy, like the magma of a volcano ready to erupt and hurt the unfortunate idiots who dare flirt with her woman. How dare them! She is mine, my woman, don't touch her, you filthy scum!

Fear:

But at same time she fears having these types of thoughts so constantly. The last thing she would like is for MC to see this ugly side of herself and run away over the hills. She deserves someone better and loving and, more importantly, someone who hasn’t stained their hands.

Trust:

But she will not let these thoughts get in her way. MC has earnestly shown her she loves her and only her. If this somehow doesn’t deter that filthy scum, Vinca will go straight to making things undeniably obvious with physical contact. A hand on her thigh, shoulder, maybe even a hungry kiss to the mouth. Sorry, she is spoken for.

Realization:

When they understand that MC is hers and hers alone, the realization in their face is priceless and they go away to seek other people to flirt with. Sorry fellow, maybe you will be in luck if you flirt and woo someone else.

Love:

She looks at MC and doesn’t need her telepathy to know that she secretly enjoys this and will always accept every side of me: the loving one, the teasing one and to her surprise and relief the possessive side. She always tells Vinca that everything about her makes her feel safe, loved, and wanted. So, MC is more than happy to help her wash away all her dread and with plenty of kisses and reminding Vinca that she, Onyx and the friends that have become family will always be with me for better or for worse.

Yes, together, they can deal with every challenge the world will throw at them with earnest!

[akitasimblr]

DAY TWO - PART I

day two starts with luck! we've earned 5 twgs that we'll save for future acquisitons!

dodo wakes up with hot daydreams about... paradise!!! ❤️❤️❤️

dodo, why are you trying to be funny using dirty jokes?!?!? *facepalm* lyric, who dodo is trying to impress, doesn't like it; and araminta intervenes to give "the talk" about manners!! 🫤😆 and by the way, bo - who clearly didn't go to the good manners lessons - says you're smelly 😂😂😂

and apparently, romance is in the air! dodo blows a kiss to lyric but for some reason becomes embarrassed right after!

oooohhh! do i see jealousy growing within the contestants' circle?? maybe araminta didn't like dodo's loving eyes towards lyric!!!! DRAMA!! 😎

and now dodo turns his flirtations to anselme!!! bo is VERY in love with araminta ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and then anselme embraces araminta... phew! another love triangle... wait! love square! guys, this is too confusing 😆😆😆

oh no, bo!!!! anselme is not a gnome!! 🙄 but what is going on with you, bo? are you sorry for your mean comment????

araminta seems to be worried about the need to NOT DISTURB the gods and she is alerting everyone about it. only sierra seems to take her seriously, though...

yeah, valerie... i'm done with small talk too 😆😆😆

second part will follow in a couple of hours!

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bo cash by @ravingsockmonkey sierra mitchell by @tipsy-clouds anselme parmentier by @agena87 valerie queens by @enchanting-whim araminta hearst-irsay by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants lyric cross by @micrathene-w lucian vinca by @jonquilyst

[ja-lin]

Hello how are doing?

Today i finally finished the second chapter of my Vinca Wren fanfic, and currently drawing the CG and mini CG.

I really loved the Yvette vs. MC scene and Ripley asking MC her type (my type is...SWM type😁).

PS: Where are the other options? I wanted to show the first CG but i can't find the img option, but you can see it on my AO3 profile Storytales90. Good luck with your work and just a curiosity: If you have to write a Vinca Wren route, how could and would be? Have a nice day. 😃

ah, the ripley scene is for ep3. it was a preview! i'm re-writing ep3 last scene because i wasn't happy with how the original was.

i think @rockchick82 had a great idea for a vinca route w/ a new MC. we decided to use a new MC because the original SWM MC would be with onyx.

i'm not experienced enough to write a vinca route, she's a very complex character. but i think if i were to write a short fanfic, i would also design a new MC.

[turtlesandfrogs]

So one of the Things I'm Trying To Do is to develop a less adversarial approach to dealing with invasive species.

Partially because losing to a plant is kinda embarrassing.

But also because of the readings and talks from people with a different perspective, which ends up making a lot of sense (especially the part where you ask why is this species thriving here instead of a native species? Or what can we learn from this species, which has been a pain in our behinds?)

And also because even with only a quarter acre to take care of, since I have more than full-time employment, I'm losing the war on hedge bindweed (see how silly that sounds?).

And bindweed is the major problem left- I've gotten Himalayan blackberries, English Ivy, and Vinca all subdued. So anyway, I was doing some more reading, and some more observations,

So here's what I've put together:

Bindweed excels at taking over disturbed areas (like when I dug out all the Himalayan blackberry crowns...)

Bindweed loves full sun.

Bindweed does not thrive in deep shade, and in fact in a Doug Fir forest I was recently weeding (yes, really. Mostly taking out Vinca minor and some non-native grasses), it was barely holding on. Weak, flimsy little vines that were a mere two feet long.

Add to this that our region has been getting heatwave after heatwave, and I would like to have a shady-ass yard to help mitigate that, and I've got an idea.

What if, in the areas that don't already have trees planted, I build a hexagonal grid of trellises to grow hardy kiwis, fuzzy kiwis, and grapes on? What if I just make my entire yard be extremely shady, while only doing what disturbance is necessary to keep the kiwis and grapes free from bindweed? Or rather, ensure that the kiwis and grapes will eventually win the race?

On top of that, some of my favorite native species do very well in deep shade, so I could have this ceiling of fruiting vines with a carpet of wood sorrel, false lily of the valley, bleeding hearts, etc below. That just sounds lovely.

[nancypullen]

Lawdy, I'm Tired

I worked until 8pm on Thursday, on Friday we picked up the grand girl and returned her on Sunday afternoon, on Monday Matt flew in, and on Wednesday the Edgewaters will be back for a few nights. I'm not complaining about being loved, but I need a day! On the morning of the 8th I will wave goodbye to Mickey and Matt as they fly out of Baltimore (in different directions) and then I will have my day. There will be crime shows, popcorn for dinner, and not a bra in sight. I'll probably be in bed by 9 o'clock every night. The cats are really excited about that. As you may have guessed from that first paragraph, I'm finally finished at the library. As much as I hate that, I do feel like I made the right decision. There's a possibility that they'll bring me on as a volunteer just to do the displays. I'd be okay with that. On my terms and on my time, a little creative outlet - what's not to love? This morning I had a breakfast meeting with a very interesting and likable woman who may hold a portion of my future happiness in her hands. She has taken on a local magazine and has a wonderful vision for it. Part of that vision is assembling a talented team and I'm flattered beyond belief that she wanted to talk to me. Flattered and STUMPED, really, because she is such a smart, determined, and confident person. I'm always in awe of people like that and wonder what in the world I could offer - but I'm absolutely open to the possibilities. I'll know more in a couple of weeks, and will make some choices then. My imposter syndrome is strong, but I refuse to allow it to keep me from trying something new and possibly fabulous. I remind myself that Laura Ingalls Wilder started writing her column for the Missouri Ruralist when she was 44, the same age that I was when I started this blog. Maybe it's time for me to spread my wings a bit and see what happens.

If it doesn't work out I'll go right back to writing my little manuscripts that I never send in and making my weird little cards. Either way I'll be keeping company with the written word and I find the prospect of that utterly delightful. I'm also delighting in my gardens. I've actually seen humingbirds, at last! Since moving here I've felt that my gardens have been a bit lackluster. I'd gotten very used to my green thumb producing tumbles of blooms and luscious greenery. It took some time for me to learn how to garden in clay, I suppose it's now time to learn to garden in sandy soil. I'm not good at it. I've studied books on mid-Atlantic gardening and Eastern Shore gardening, and read every tip that Maryland's master gardeners share. I still feel like things are stunted and/or stubborn. The vinca is fine, and my sunflowers and purple coneflower have finally started blooming.

Of course the reliable ol' zinnias are blooming like crazy. But nothing seems full and lush. I'll get the hang of it. I will figure it out, but the clock is already ticking on this growing season. That's not a complaint, I am no fan of summer. I mean...

I'm not saying I'm counting or anything, just ...er...remaining aware.

The heat will be escalating this week, the 4th promises to be a scorcher, but you can bet that the inside of my head will look like this.

Whatever it takes, short of shaving my head, to stay cool. If you hear me playing Monster Mash while I cook, mind yo' business. That brings me to another idea. Denton lacks exercise options if you don't want to walk around in the woods (I don't). That's probably not fair, they just lack the stuff I like, like Zumba and Jazzercise. More specifically, Zumba and Jazzercise with women who remember L'eggs pantyhose and who shot J.R. On mornings that I want to feel better I pop in my ear buds and dance around to a favorite playlist. Even just a half hour of dancing puts me in an improved state of mind. Soooo, hear me out. Why not reserve a room via Parks & Rec, and just have a dance hour every morning? I'll bet they'd be surprised at how many middle-aged women would show up to just laugh and dance for an hour, or even 30 minutes! Don't call it cardio, or strengthening, or any of that. Just some time blocked out to get your groove on. I'll bet the room would be filled with laughter and new friendships. I know I'd be a regular. I think it's a shame when we stop dancing.

That's my plan for uniting the country. Put people in rooms and play the songs that we all know and love. They'll be smiling, sharing, and dancing in no time. Honestly, it's as good a plan as anything else. On that silly note, I'm going to go give my gardens a drink and a pep talk. It's been an interesting and encouraging day, hope is fluttering around, looking for a place to land.

I hope your hearts are full of hope, even if you're just hoping for cooler weather or a little fun. Hope is what helps us show up and keep trying. That's really all we have to do.

Sending out loads of love tonight, take as much as you need. As always - stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[vinca-roseus]

vinca please i beg of you, i am simply but an anonymous asker but i Beg for more vinca FL art, ESPECIALLY ginca because i love ginca with my whole heart…

You made me brainrot about Ghinca so here is several doodles of his activities in the afterlife.

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After his death Vinca finds himself alone... but... at home. He's an angel after all, his wings grow back in as he enters the afterlife. Others soon follow after, distraught; he fufills his role. He guides them, distracts them from their past lives and help them move on.

Not everyone's so ready to move on. Warren weeps and grieves and Vinca can't help to feel sympathy for his teammate. He sticks by it's side until it can wipe it's tears away... they'll be here for a while.

Despite most of his time being spent on the other ghosts, he always makes time to visit his favourite Ghost. He often finds Ghost standing by his grave, talking to themself... well, he's there, he'll never be alone.