#ariah being

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Kiev - Ariah Being

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tag dump # 4 !

[ilyelan]

i love it whenever ariah watches something new because i get to experience everything about it without actually having to sit through hours and hours of a show or movie <333

[akitasimblr]

yay! household four starts with good omens! someone will join the team ☀️☀️☀️

who can it be? well, it's not that difficult to guess...

it's ava landry! the one and only!! welcome back, girl!

oh my, and dodo starts flirting right away!! 😉

and while hailey tells her fellow islanders about the unlucky days of last houselhold, shay starts blowing kisses to dodo, because that's why we're here, right? 😁

oh, yes! and dodo and alejandro being bros 😎

the paranoia started! oh yes, i missed you paranoid pixels!! 😂😂😂

the first bladder failure medal goes too... ariah!!

ava decides to go hunt... seaguls? really? are you that hungry?

tasks have been defined! tempest is taking care of the fishing; dr johannes asked for a proper challenge, so the watcher told him to catch mermaids... 😎 shay didn't listen to the watcher's words and went looking for dolphins! and hazel is planting pineapples!!

dodo is cooking again, so... 🤢🤢🤢 ava is now trying to collect some coins... ariah is building sand castles and hailey is setting her tongue on fire!!

tempest flirts with dodo by the fire. seconds next, shay appears shouting about them all being under surveillance or something... and'. tempest is clearly thinking to herself 'duh, we're on a bachelor, shay...'

kuddos for ariah who discovered the waterfall! and more applauses for shay who keeps flirting with dodo in every opportunity!

what, poisonous ghosts and deadly machetes? that is what dr johannes calls 'small talk'! alejandro was too way too at ease with dr rodes crazy stories; tempest, on the other hand was getting a bit worried... 😁

i think ava was evaluating dr johannes' fortune... not sure he is a man of treasures, ava 😂

no idea why dr johannes is being mean to dodo... i think it had to do with some bad joke from dodo...

oi! where are you going??? 😟😟😟

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[empressdede]

Punishment - Punk Fic

A/N: Y’all be so nice to me😭 this is my first punk fic and I’m not so confident in it.

WC: 1K

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Ariah’s eyes were blurred with tears as she stared at the figure in front of her. Her hands tugged on the restraints that bounded her hands above her head as pleas for the torture to stop fell from her lips endlessly.

Still, he stood in front of her uncaring.

Maybe she should have thought through her emotions instead of ignoring Phil and walking straight to Drew to entertain him for majority of the party. Then she wouldn’t have been here right?

Phil’s fists and jaw were clenched all night, especially when that Scottish bastard threw a smirk in his direction to make his blood boil.

Ariah had tested his patience enough, he didn’t care about anything she had to say.

“Phil, I’m sorry.” Ariah cried out as she bucked her hips against the vibrator in his hand.

The vibrator had start out as something pleasant, an easy punishment she had called it. Moans flew from her lips, head tilted back as she rutted against the toy, agreeing with Phil to calling herself a bad girl; the delicious feeling of her climax was building in her stomach as she gave a meaningless apology and swore to never do it again.

“Yesss” she moaned out when the feeling was getting too much and she was right at her breaking point, only to get that ripped from her when he pulled the vibrator back.

A loud gasp had left Ariah’s lips, almost as if she couldn’t believe Phil wouldn’t let her finish.

“I don’t think you mean it Ariah.” Phil stated, mocking eyes staring back into her pleading ones. “Try again.”

And it’s been a repeated cycle: the pleading, chasing the feeling of release, the feeling being ripped away from her and Phillip asking her to try again for 45 minutes straight.

“I won’t do it again, I promise Phil just please.” Ariah begged

“Please what? Tell me.” He tested, tilting his head at her to give her a chance to plead her case.

“Please let me cum, please. I’ll be good, I promise just please.”

The tears spilling from her eyes made him smirk. He was still contemplating on whether he should continue on, keep building her hopes up just to watch it break every single time. Maybe then she’ll understand how he felt tonight.

“Do you deserve it Riah? After that shit you pulled tonight, you think you deserve a reward, especially knowing he’s going to throw your little stunt in my face at work?”

“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry-“

“Shhhhhh” Cause her pathetic apologies were kinda starting to get on his nerves. She knew as well as he did that she didn’t deserve it.

The vibrator returned back to her clit, every nerve in her body lit up. She bucked her hips to chase pleasure the small silicone was giving her.

Every nerve in her body lit up and Ariah’s body trembled with want, everything in her screamed for release and she feared that Phil was going to deny her again. All the cockiness left her body, she would beg until she couldn’t anymore.

Ariah’s predicament was fully in Phil’s hands. The pleas continued to fall from her lips like a prayer, hoping he would listen and answer.

Phil just stared at her, watching as tears fell endlessly down her cheeks as she begged and plead for mercy. Her body writhes against the mattress and her hands tugging the ropes that bounded her arms above her head.

Phil watched her with a lustful gaze and decided to take pity on her and finally let her have it. He’s stretched this out enough.

He added a finger to slowly thrust inside of her and watch Ariah’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and he watched as her body shook.

"Phil." She moaned out but he knew it was a plea, asking if she can finally cum, and instead of responding to her, he just continue to thrust his fingers in and out of her while circling the vibrator around her clit. The pressure was building in her stomach again, and the moans were flying from her lips endlessly. Her thighs shook uncontrollably and her back arched off the bed as a loud cry escaped her lips. Her vision went white as she finally got to reach her climax.

She felt her heart actually skip a beat before falling back against the cool sheets. Ariah didn’t know how long she was out, but when she came to her arms were untied and Phil had her in a cuddled position, arms wrapped around her waist.

"Hey pretty. How you feeling?" He questioned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Ariah turn to face him, the feeling of appreciation overwhelming her. Of course Phil watched over her.

"How long was I out?" She asks softly instead of answering his question, her left hand raising to caress his face as she waited for his response.

"Only 30 minutes, but I got you some water and fruit to snack on." His response made her feel like a bitch for her actions earlier that night. She wasn’t considerate of his feelings and he was still taking care of her.

And it wasn’t a reward, of course it wasn’t because of how long it took to get there, but she thinks that was the hardest she ever came in her life. And he didn’t even really touch her for that outcome.

"I really am sorry you know?" She apologizes for the umpteenth time.

Phil smirked, pressing his lips against her in a quick kiss.. "I know sweetheart. But I hope you don’t think that was it." He chuckled at the confused expression on her face. "You don’t really think I was done with you, right?"

Ariah’s mind began to run a mile a minute as she thought about what else he could possibly have in store for her. He just made her cum the hardest she’s ever had in her life and he still wasn’t done with her? Maybe she did push him to far tonight.

"Maybe you’ll think twice before trying to show out huh? I don’t know what that bastard told you but tonight… I’m gonna show you why I’m the best in the world."

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[lostgracestories]

Hi, it's me again! I just read through the daughter hc (and all others cuz I'm so normal for Morgott) and I had a random ahh scene in my mind!

Imagine if his daughter got her father's elegance and her mother's (let's just say... brashness.)

Just imagine the curses she'll utter like, "Thy mother is a bi—" (or smth like that.)

(i swear it's funnier in my head)

I LOVE YOU I COULD KISS YOU THIS IS SO SMART

I am gifting you this mini fic for this idea <3 (I gave the daughter a name, hope y'all don't mind <3) also, not proofread!

quick sidenote: Scullion is a servant of the lowliest tasks and is often used as an insult akin to degeneracy

wc: 406 tw: language warning

Bold Elegance

Ariah was a bold child, and Morgott was none the wiser to this. She ALWAYS wore an innocent facade around him. Today, however, that would change. And certainly not intentionally.

Their family was no stranger to cruel names and stares accompanied by unkind whispers. Ariah could only ever put up with so much of it. If it was directed toward her, that was fine. But the moment she heard a snicker followed with her mother being called a whore for having children with an omen... oh boy...

Ariah completely forgot that she was in the market with her father as she whipped around to face the aggressor, her nostrils flared and her pupils restricted. The words fell off her lips before she could even think. How dare they accuse her mother of such a thing?!

"Thy tongue is sullied by such words, one wouldst think thou wert a scullion! Prithee, speak of mine mother in such a manner again and I shall rip thy nasty lips from thy face, bastard-"

The shocked expression that flashed over her father's face was priceless. Where on EARTH had she learned to speak this way? He quickly grabbed her by the ear and pulled her away. While he was a doting father, he was equally as strict. He would not stand for his daughter using such foul language. As he pulled her out of sight, he let go of her ear and folded his arms over his chest, an unamused expression, bordering disappointment, written in his features.

"Where, pray tell, hast thou learned to speak in such a manner?!"

Morgott questioned her, his face screwed up with distaste at the thought.

"Thou art royalty, thy words are disgraceful for such a standing!"

Although Morgott hated scolding his daughter, he attempted to keep himself steeled with authority. It was so hard when he watched the way his daughter shrunk away from him and averted her gaze. He had to remind himself that he had centuries of time to grow accustomed to the colorful insults people spread about him, she was merely a teenager she did not have such experience under her belt. Morgott let out a quiet sigh.

"And yet I am reminded that thou art simply a child... I shall extend thee grace but once. Do not let this occur again, understood?"

Ariah nodded slowly, relieved that no punishment would befall her... Oh, he was so wrapped around her finger...

[chronicallycouchbound]

Winter Solstice Reflections / Homeless Persons Memorial Day

I was 16 when I moved from the Pacific Northwest to New England. I had recently come out as trans, and I was hoping the move would be a fresh start. But the physical abuse I had already been facing at home escalated. 

It was two days after Christmas when I was told to leave and never come back, so I packed what little belongings I had into a bag as quickly as I could and rushed out the door. I didn’t have food or a plan or anywhere to stay. 

It’s my luck that the first blizzard I ever experienced was on my first night of homelessness here. I remember the cold night air on my freshly bruised skin and it felt nice. It felt like freedom. As I crossed the bridge from one town to the next, the snowflakes were still small and gently falling. 

In exactly one week, it will mark 8 years since that first night in the cold. It wasn’t my first or last time being homeless, but it was the longest time, and I didn’t know many people, let alone people I could live with.

Most often, I stayed in the middle of nowhere. I slept on floors, in cars, on benches, under awnings, in abandoned buildings; and anywhere I could put my backpack down as a pillow and throw my jacket over me as a blanket. The cold no longer felt comforting– it was a threat to my existence. I prayed every time I closed my eyes to not freeze to death. 

I didn’t have proper clothes— Chuck Taylors which had too many holes to count, basketball shorts worn under my pants that were two sizes too big for me, well-loved band tees, and a jacket that wasn’t even close to waterproof. I felt cold in my bones. 

On nights I had nowhere else, I walked around all night until McDonald’s or Dunkin opened up. I remember counting steps to focus on anything but the stinging of cold. I would go into the bathroom and run my hands under the faucet until they turned from pale blue to bright red. My hands burned when they finally thawed out. Eventually, the blue became just another thing to carry with me, like my backpack and the weight of homelessness. 

For a few months, I spent nights all over the county, and then, after finally getting permission from my parents to access it, stayed at the youth shelter for three years. On my first night at the shelter, I arrived late– nearly midnight. I was afraid to go in. But, they set me up a bed anyway. 

Soon after I laid down, a guy a few years older than me came in from work. His bed was right next to mine. He leaned over and whispered to me in the darkness that if I needed anything, just to let him know. His name was Peter. 

That was the year I met my street mom who told me I reminded her of her younger self. Her name was Sarah. I couch-surfed with Abby, who always snuck me extra pizza from her work so I wouldn’t go hungry. 

Living at the shelter I met Ryan, who made us laugh as if it kept us warm. And Ariah gave anyone anything they needed if she had it. I miss Peter, and Sarah, and Abby, and Ryan, and Ariah, and all the many other friends I’ve lost. 

My friends were people who stood up for me, who gave me the clothes off their backs, food off their plates, and cared for me better than family. We all struggled together and never had to explain ourselves. We were welcome just as we were. 

It’s hard for me to exist in this town sometimes. I walk around and can see all the places where I nearly died, where someone else died, or where I slept at night. I’ve lost count of all the people I’ve lost over the years. I have fond memories of rooms and cars filled with people smiling and telling jokes, and then I remember that I’m the only one still alive out of all of us.  

People tell me I should feel lucky to have survived, congratulating me. Acting like I should be proud to "overcome" while the system still hurts us all. As my friends– my family, are still in the streets dying. I feel guilty to just be alive. Our whole community is grieving all the time. 

Tonight, as the sun sets, the temperature will feel like 2 degrees. There will be 15 hours and 18 minutes of darkness. This is only the beginning of a long, cold winter. Our community members will still be in the cold. We are still dying for warmth. 

We don’t need art installations, we don’t need benches with three bars, we don’t need air b&bs. We need fewer barriers and more supports. We need safe, stable, reliable, and affordable housing. We’ve needed it for a long time. As my good friend Ariah always said, “Keep your coins, we want change”

(From my speech on 12/21/23 for National Homeless Persons Memorial Day)

[wiltking]

(same person here) I would actually love a "starter fantasy list" or something similar, if you have anything like that! I've been trying to get back into fantasy lit as an adult, but i've admittedly had kind of a rough go of it.. :/ I like my fantasy best when it's weird and sincere, and that seems strangely harder to find now than it did when i was 8 and spending every second of my free time in the library. But maybe I'm just more jaded now, IDK. i'd appreciate any recs you've got, though! i haven't had much energy for reading recently, but i really, really want to get back to it this year. fingers crossed

also i feel like i should say that i don't...necessarily hate urban fantasy, under the right conditions it can be fun, I'm pretty sure I just got exposed to wayyyy too much of it when i was a high schooler and now i've built up some kind of resistance to it. it was completely inescapable (in my circles) in the 2010s and now it's like i can smell the genre conventions from a mile away. so if you have urban fantasy recs i wouldn't turn them down! it's just not suuuper high on my preference list

secret ending note: I know your main thing is drawing, but I'm pretty sure you like to write too - I remember you saying something a long time ago about how one of the main things that motivates you to write gay fiction is spite that there isn't better stuff out there already. and, tbh? my writing muscles are REALLY rusty, but if it turns out the only way to get the fantasy i want is that i have to write it my god damned self, then i /will/ pick up the pen again, faustian bargain though that may be

luckily for you i like to think 'weird and sincere' is my driving force. here's 5 titles in ascending order of density/difficulty, with each being either a single novel or duology: 1. Lord of the While Hell by ginn hale 2. The Fire's Stone by tanya huff 3. Obsidian Island by arden powell (*horror fantasy, but whimsical) 4. The Still by David Feintuch 5. Ariah by B.R. Sanders

If you're ready for weirder books or longer series, you can check out these lists:

M/M Fantasy Rec lists - my favorite m/m fantasies, no YA, though i'm very much a series guy and these recs might be a little overwhelming!

Old(er) LGBT Book recs - as it says on the tin, pre-2010 adult books with queer characters. some overlap with the m/m list but also contains scifi, and other types of queer fantasies

and yes, i still write! i've been throwing my head at the keyboard with spite and sincerity in my veins for a few years now. most of what i have available is fanfiction (a great way to get back into writing, imo) but i have originals in the works too. it definitely helps keep me sane, and writing for the sake of making the stories you want to read is one of the best reasons to go for it. best of luck!!

[thatlovequeerauthor]

Extensive Queer Book Rec List

This is going to be an extensive masterlist of books representing every Queer Identity I can find. I'm going to try to be as thorough as possible and I will be consistantly updating it. If you know of any, especially indie authors, feel free to recommend some in my dms, the comments, or my askbox! Created: 5/10/24 Last Updated: 5/15/24

Achillean: Cemetery Boys We contain Multitudes The Sun and The Star The Taking of Jake Livingston Proxy Bloodraven Red, White and Royal Blue Hell Followed With Us Aristotle and Dante Simon Vs The Homosapien Agenda Coffee Cake House in the cerulean sea History is all you left me They both die at the end

Sapphic: Faeblood Unbroken Radio Apocalypse This Gilded Abyss Crier's War Malice The Jasmine Throne She Drives Me Crazy She gets the girl Delilah Green Doesn't Care Imogen, Obviously The Stars and the Blackness between them Last night at the Telegraph club Gearbreakers Contract bound The Truthspoken Heir The Honey Witch Aromantic Spectrum: Baker Thief The Last Chronomancer Dread Nation Asexual Spectrum: Where the River Meets the Soul This Golden Flame The Sound Of Stars (Demisexual) Love letters for joy Let's Talk about love Transgender: Stay Gold (FTM) Melissa (MTF) Lily and Dunkin (MTF) Gracefully Grayson (MTF) Symptoms of Being Human (Genderfluid) Good King Lyr (Genderfluid) Mask Of Shadows (Genderfluid) The Sunbearer Trials (FTM) Zenobia July (MTF and also Neopronouns rep) The Spirit Bares Its Teeth (FTM) Most Ardently (FTM) Felix Ever After (FTM) If I was your girl (MTF) Magical boy (FTM) Look Past (FTM) Polyamorous*: Iron Widow Ariah MOGAI: Smogg: Origins (Side character that uses it/its) Objectum: Viscera Objectica The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane Traveller's Gate Hitty, Her First Hundred Years Christine

[bluerasbunny]

you know what. fuck it im getting autistic on main

C!DREAM AS JH/ARIAH SONGS. (read under the cut!!)

starting with THE MOST fitting one!!

who's eye is it anyway is so him it is insane. it's so post-vault dream in the imprisoned sam era. 'an eye for an eye'. literally. like literally an eye for an eye i need everyone to hear how much this fits c!dream.

i'd have to paste all the lyrics in i'm not doing that. all of them fit. listen to it you'll see what i mean

THSI ONE. FITS SO WELL.

Is it really a complex or just lacking context? Why would someone go so far to be a walking lie? Yeah, that don't sound like me I don't think I'm that guy (enter beginner's guide)

c!dream being severely misunderstood, lacking in context, a walking lie that he went as far as he possibly could for. you see it right

That I would lose (needed a change of pace) Oh, I would lose Between my left and right, one day I'd have to choose (gone without a chance) He found the man before him had died

first of all these are lyrics from BAD LUCK!! which is the most discduo song ever. second only to want you gone from portal 2.

second of all 'gone without a chance' 'he found the man before him had died' do i even.

the abandonment of himself in the haste of his mission.

Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight Ecstatic pathways runaway flood my mind Overstimulation makes me feel like I'm alive

Static that's keeping me up It drives me forward every moment Makes sure I don't stop too long to Smell the flowers I been here too long I might Burn up and explode

I get in the way of myself And it hurts to admit That sometimes I'm unequipped To handle It all on my own But why do it alone It's cause I know I'll never slow down

I'm at the end of my means From idolizing a made-up man Who one day could be me But does version sleep at night Or ever take a minute to just breathe Or Just to be

honestly i can't even. explain this one properly?? like with any evidence for it?? i just think it resembles his psyche and 'guy that is always running around doing SOMETHING' thing

this one is SO discduo. holy shit it is so fucking discduo it is insane how discduo this is.

"You're not like me, I'm not like you I'm not who these things happen to" And that's exactly what you say before they do

tommy. tommy with the 'You're not like me, i'm not like you, i'm not who these things happen to' and the responding line. its so them it is so them OGH

Hand in hand come human error and plain bad luck It seems the timing's always wrong For the ones who wait too long You'll never catch a break you'll have to make your own

'Hand in hand come human error and plain bad luck.' i am. INSANE about corellating this to discduo. tommy is human error dream is plain bad luck. by the way. or it could be the other way around it works either way

That I would lose Oh I would lose Between my left and right, I'd one day have to choose You're not like me, I'm not like you. I'm not who these things happen to And that's exactly what you say before it catches up to you Before you play with knives and find yourself in two You, you, you, you

first point except with the new lines fitting discduo even more. like

I finally climbed to heights I No matter how I try Can't descend Still, somehow they're looking down on me Laughing cause I got what I deserved (You got what you deserved)

And I would do it again I'm not sorry but thank you For enduring me As long as you did That's more than I'd ever ask of you

LIKE. DO I EVEN. HELLO? HELLO. HELLO??? YOU SEE THIS RIGHT.

that final part is LITERALYL the discduo finale like. it is insane. it is insane

okay. hear me out. manhunt energy, yes, but ALSO.

Before I knew I'd live to Savor this day I'm taking off To my own grave I'm running away

So watch me disappear before your eyes And catch me if you can

Catch me, catch me, misplace and mismatch me Tie your shoes in knots but you’ll never harass me Find me, find me, I dare you to try I’ll bet on my survival But now you’re gonna die out there

Where could I be? Walking among you or inside your own homes? Or perhaps there's a part of me in all of you. (Hahaha!)

i cant even explain my thought process with this one i just need you guys to match my brainwaves honestly. like you get me (probably)

So catch me if you can Catch me if you dare Venture through the foul and you'll see what's fair Catch me if you can Catch me if you dare You'll find me through the fog and the filthy air

'Venture through the foul and you'll see what's fair' SNAKES DON'T JUST BITE.

Another grave for the digger with the crimson blade I ain't a saint or a sinner I'm the ghost you made

I fucking dare you, You wouldn't know a good hook if it impaled you That chorus isn't yours, eighty-five is for the label So are you able to take the blame, As a pawn to the winner of a losing game?

FUCKING. DISC DUO. IT'S DISC DUO MAN. I MEAN COME ON THAT LAST LYRIC. I AM DERANGED

im going to gain a reputation as the guy that tags c!dream to songs and then does the worlds worst attempts at analysis posts on them and well maybe im okay with that

[kayventa]

feeling like shit lately

i dont want to grow up

being a preteen was hard enough

now a teenager?

soon enough i'll be in high school

then college

then i'll be off on my own! i dont even know if i create a family or not anymore

i miss when i'd run around like there were no universal problems in the world

when i went to middle school for the first time

when i meant people already developing in the end of elementary

when my best friend caused so much drama in third grade

my i was finally taking in info in second grade

when i'd enjoy crustables

when i lost the joy of holding my little brother's hand

when i didnt know how depressed my dad was when my abuelo passed

when i was first let in to theyre first house

when i took my first breath

lifes getting harder. its nostalgic. like just thinking about the past, the trends, what changed, the privileges increasing, the higher demand.

i miss my bff from pre-k

she helped me through

then i moved

english became a part of life

i miss ariah

i remember she could make these puppy eyes perfectly back in kindergarten and first grade

then we stopped talking in third

and then she moved

i miss alexia

we had to sit together at a lone table in fourth grade

we started talking

then elementary was ending

she wasnt going to the same middle school

fuck life is hard

so sad

wow

saddddddsdssss

@ncgz nice to see you

happy i guess

its good

i get cake

yay

toodles

she said that hahah anyways

nighty

i like rambling idk

✌🏽

nice to be home

home sweet home

[jovianjournal]

March 2024

Should i just do one big post for novels and comics at the same time? Anyway, here's the novels i read in march, mostly SFF plus one romcom

Uprooted -- Naomi Novik, French translation by Benjamin Kuntzer

A young woman is sent to the local wizard's tower as a yearly tribute (or something like that) where she learns magic and try to discover why the forest is being weird. Very long and frankly a little boring, i had pretty high expectations and i was a bit disappointed. At first it seemed right up my alley, there were some blue beard, dark fantasy vibes... that kind of went nowhere tbh. most of the characters are extremely annoying (although i did like Agniezka as a protagonist! and her friend Kasia. it could have been gay... it should have been gay!!) and the plot felt stretched out for no reason. But i did enjoy the old folk tale aesthetic, the magic system based around rhymes was beautiful.

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A Study in Drowning -- Ava Reid

A college student is sent to a crumbling mansion by the sea for an architecture project, alongside her academic rival, mystery ensues. The vibes were perfect, the rising sea, the damp air, the raging storm, water everywhere. I have one complain tho: I spent the Whole Goddamn Book SCREAMING at the characters "why aren't you checking this One Thing???" and as soon as they did check this one thing the mystery was resolved. so that was a little annoying.

Overall I really liked this book, i'd recommend it if you're into Dark Academia, A House as A Character, and metaphors about sexist and sexual violence. Also the writing is really pretty! i want to read other books by this author.

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The Mars House -- Natasha Pulley

disclaimer: i love Natasha Pulley So. Much. she is probably my fav author currently, and i am very aware that she tends to always write the same book, but listen : i am autistic and i like knowing what im getting into and knowing that im going to like a story before investing the time in it.

That Being Said, i have two and a half pages of notes in my journal that boil down to "i didn't like this book as much as i hoped :/". This is a sci-fi story about immigration and xenophobia where one of the main character is a martian right-wing politician and also there's some Gender Stuff in martian society that felt a little terfy? (which is weird bc basically in this book Martian society has Abolished Gender). I still adored this book! i'd wholeheartedly recommend it! the writing is spectacular, i loved the characters, the worldbuilding is super interesting, there's fun tragic irony where you know what's going on while the characters don't, there's fricking Mammoths. Read it, and then read The Watchmaker of FIligree Street, and then read the Kingdoms, and then read all of her other books.

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Ariah -- B. R. Sanders

I don't know how to describe this book. A 400-page character study about a Pretty Annoying Guy? I think i picked it up bc i was looking for books with polyam relationships and that's why i powered all the way through it. I actually don't remember much about the plot. It's a high fantasy story, the main character has mind powers he has trouble controlling, he's kind of a dick to his lovers, every time something important happens the narration completely glosses over it. Reading over my notes, i did like the last part of the story, and the happy end felt deserved. don't have much more to say.

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Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake -- Alexis Hall

Alexis Hall is another one of my comfort authors, im slowly getting through their bibliography. this one was okay! it's a great british bake off fan fiction, it was fun (but not as good as the Stucky fanfic). good banter, tropey plot. averages to and okay book.

[caelwynn]

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Also, Ariah, you're like... 16 or so. Stop eating the chocolate covered espresso beans... at least, that's my interpretation of 'coffee bean' being a loved gift. 😅

All my 1.6 playthrough posts can be found here, and my mod loadout here. If you're curious about Callie and my attempt to interweave SVE, Ridgeside, and East Scarp, look here for an ongoing series about her first year.

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"You are Amethyne..."

I decided to start writing little stories about Ridgeside Village too, because why not? This one is about conversation between Madame Maive and my OC Farmer Julian. ⚠️ Warning: domestic violence and angst

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"I must say, I'm very pleased with how you're doing with the farm. You have even exceeded all my expectations, and you never cease to amaze me so far."

Maive and Julian stood on the cliff near the cable car station, watching the horizon as the sun set behind the distant mountains, painting the clouds and the whole land with gold, orange, and bright red colors. In early fall, such a sunset creates a truly stunning and mesmerizing view, a dream for any photographer.

Sonny stood not far from them, also keeping his eyes on the magnificent view, on the beauty that Yoba had bestowed. He dared not interfere with the conversation between the Madame and the young farmer, for he felt it was something very personal. But still he looks at Maive for a moment, like a faithful dog, waiting for her to call him and take orders.

"Thank you, Mai- Madame", Julian quickly corrected himself, remembering how the head of the Amethyne family doesn't tolerate being addressed informally. He was usually shy when he was praised by someone (even though there was much to be praised for), believing that his actions and rich harvest spoke louder than words. And still, Maive's praise was very flattered, for it was hard to surprise noble madame.

Her own offspring can't accomplish that...

"Your hard work has helped in the development of not only Pelican Town, but also Ridgeside Village, and I am deeply happy that you are trying for the benefit of not only yourself, but others as well." The old madam spoke again.

"I want to thank you for that, farmer. On behalf of myself and the entire Amethyne family." Maive looked straight into Julian's multicolored eyes as she said the last phrase, with proud, as if he were her own child for having succeeded in exams.

Julian was slightly taken aback by such a frank admission, and only smiled broadly and sincerely, bowing slightly to Madame. This answer satisfied Maive quite well. "His parents have raised the boy to be a gentleman. Good to know", Maive thought with some relief.

"Between you and me, I'm amazed at how much patience you have with me. A lot of people I talk to usually think I'm callous when I'm not afraid to be honest about them. I thank you for that patience, for all of us."

They were both silent again for a moment, returning to contemplating the beautiful sunset. The rustle of leaves underfoot, the gentle cool breeze, and the smell of mushrooms-Julian loves autumn with all his heart, but after Maive's words, he couldn't concentrate on the scenery any longer. Memories come rushing into his head...

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It seemed that Aria's crying was never ending and would soon escalate into a more loud, hysterical cry. "Gra- Grandmother..." "Ariah... You're Amethyne, now act like it!"

"Grandmother, stop! Don't say that about our family!" "How. Dare you?!" A loud slap was heard in the huge hall of the manor, and after a second, a shocked Zayne covered his cheek with his hand, feeling his skin reddening and burning. "So many children and grandchildren, and not a single worthy candidate! You are pathetic, all of you." Compared to Maive's cold words, the slap didn't hurt her grandson that much anymore.

"Don't even think about it, Louie! Your last exams had a score of less than 90%, and that's something I won't encourage. You will stay home to study", Louie shifted his gaze from his older brother to his grandmother, and he tilted his head, saying a little more quietly: "Yes, Grandmother. I'm sorry..."

"Living under constant pressure is unbearable." "I miss my parents and my brother so much..." "Ms. Ariah is very stressed today." "I'm such a coward." "Can we ever break this our family curse?! "Your father is just selfish, arrogant - "Mother, stop it!" *Sniff* *Hic* Grandmother...

"You're an Amethyne, now act like it!"

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Julian took a deep inhale and exhale. The picture of the most famous family in the entire Republic was a very contradictory one. And yet it was these people-the ever-cranky Louie, the ever-busy Ariah, the ever-workaholic Irine and Sonny, the ever-impatient Maive, the ever-condemning Zayne, who was always judging himself for being a coward-they were the very people who had become his first friends in Ridgeside Village.

Grandpa and Grandma wouldn't be friends with bad people. And can you call a person exceptionally bad? It's much easier to look at the world as black and white. Except the world is all shades of gray.

Patience. This world need patience.

"Your grandparents were my best friends. They were there for me in joy and in sorrow", Maive once again raised her voice, catching Julian's attention. Her face expressed an unaccustomed sadness, it was rare for anyone to catch her like this, beyond her usual impassive expression, anger or annoyance.

It was as if the noble old lady could read minds, for she guessed what Julian was thinking. Even after everything, he gave her family a chance to get to know them better.

Just like his grandparents gave her a chance when she was young.

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"Maive, explain yourself! Our servants saw you in the arms of those two peasants! Do you think that's how a young lady of your status should behave?"

"Mother!", Maeve was surprised at how defiant her voice sounded, "They are my friends!"

"Friends? Your "friends" are always walking around in dirty, filthy clothes like pigs, poking their noses into other people's business and hanging out with those strange men with swords! And you cal them your friends?"

"Don't you DARE say that about them!" Maive immediately regretted her raised tone when her mother quickly walked up to her and gave her a loud and painful slap.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! To your own mother! I put so much effort into protecting you, keeping you safe. I do everything for you. And this is how you thank me?!", Her voice was already breaking into hysterical notes, but she immediately quieted her fervor as her daughter fell to her knees and began to sob quietly, holding her right cheek with her snow-white hand.

"Maive..." The mother's heart clenched at the sight of what she had done to her own blood. But her gaze quickly changed, and she uttered a phrase that had haunted all members of the Amethyne family for generations. Like a curse, like an executioner's axe cleaving the air, making the walls of the old mansion tremble every time:

"Y o u a r e A m e t h y n e, s o a c t l i k e i t !"

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Following the young farmer's example, Maive also slowly took a deep breath in and out. Her whole life was a lifetime of service for her family, of striving for excellence and sacrificing so much for success, including her own happiness and mental health. The endless darkness of the golden cage of Amethyne, into which rays of light break through only occasionally, allowing them to feel free for a moment.

That ever-annoying farmer and his girlfriend became the very light in Maive's life. Just like their grandson became a ray of light for her and her descendants.

The Madame carefully, on her high heels, stepped closer to Julian, gently took his face and kissed him on the forehead. Poor Julian was, to say at least, shocked - he did not expect this from someone like Maive, how she looked at him tenderly, as his own mother looked at Julian...

"All the wealth of our family is not enough to thank you for all that you and your family have done for all of us", Julian could have sworn that when Maive pulled away from him, Madame's wrinkled eyes showed sparkling drops, like the purest diamond, that were about to run down her face.

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oh my god!! benevolent god is a giver!!

alejandro is the lucky one! and now he is safe from elimination too!

the last day of this household and emotions are under the skin! ariah and hazel are sharing experiences. ale is gonna find that dodo bird, just watch him!! 😂😂 dodo is playing with his best friend... the football before being interrupted by shay, her paranoid-self, at least!

aww dodo and ale hugging! and hazel and shay are HUNGRY!!!

and now some romance time! shay and dodo and dodo and ariah with a jealous shay in the background 😝

dr johannes is our daily gardner. shay and ale are fishing and hailey has followed ariah to the waterfall to discover two sims can't bathe there at the same time... meh!

yes, ale is telling the tale of his life!!!! i love how dodo and shay listen to it unbothered by the nonsense that involves polar bears, pinguins, father winter and gnomes... 😂😂😂

ariah and hazel hug during the sunset. and dodo tells tempest about that time he lost his trousers while swimming... right 😁😶

ava is telling everyone about how rich she'll be after this challenge! we trust you, ava!

yes, ava is spreading her mean ways... don't believe a word she says about the headless knight, hailey!!!

aww, we're all feeling the blues as the last hours approach. dr roder is gonna miss that volcano! and ale is wondering where he'll find such beautiful birds as the ones he found on this island. and ariah is gonna miss her household friends.

round one is officially over. the leaderboard will follow shortly!

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Sneak Peek

Ariah’s eyes were blurred with tears as she stared at the figure in front of her. Her hands tugged on the restraints that bounded her hands above her head as pleas for the torture to stop fell from her lips endlessly.

Still, he stood in front of her uncaring.

Maybe she should have thought through her emotions instead of ignoring Phil and walking straight to Drew to entertain him for majority of the party. Then she wouldn’t have been here right?

Phil’s fists and jaw were clenched all night, especially when that Scottish bastard threw a smirk in his direction to make his blood boil.

Ariah had tested his patience enough, he didn’t care about anything she had to say.

……. So I decided to stop being scary and just release it. I’m not confident in it but IM READY TO RELEASE IT.

Who wanna be tagged? 🤔 I’m dropping very very soon🙂