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lafleshlumpeater · 9 months

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Hi babe!! I loved your Luke x Aphrodite reader and was wondering if you could do another?? If you alr have an idea go ahead with whatever you want but maybe something with protective Luke 🤭🤭

I’m on a new Luke obsession from the show

Thanks!!!

thanks for requesting<3 i hope you like this!!

warnings: fem!reader, unwanted flirting, protective/possessive behaviour (not in a toxic way though), mentions of drinks (unspecified whether it's alcohol or not), one word that i think can be classified as a swear word?? lmk if i missed any

requests are always open <3

luke castellan masterlist part one

“Hi.”

You jump slightly. “Hey. You scared me,” you breathe a nervous laugh through your nose. What was taking Luke so long?

You and your boyfriend had gone to the fourth of July bonfire- together, obviously- and he had disappeared, mentioning something vague about drinks and the Stoll twins (probably seeking their most recent stock of soda stash, smuggled, of course) when a slightly older camper approached you. You recognised him as an Apollo camper- you had seen him train with a bow and arrow; he was good.

He sits down next to you on the sand, slightly too close for you to be fully comfortable. Your eyes dart around frantically, looking for one of your siblings to save you- but Silena was cosied up with Beckendorf, foreheads pressed together and giggling whilst Lacy was chatting up a newer camper. You curse internally, the rest of your siblings either splashing around in the ocean or helping set up for the firework display. You offer the unfamiliar camper another strained smile in a futile attempt at breaking the awkward silence.

What was his name? Something starting with 'M', maybe?

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” the mystery boy asks- a bit too directly, in your opinion, for someone you hardly know.

You give a little giggle, hoping it sounds appreciative of the basic compliment. Even after being in this agonising situation on multiple occasions, you had gotten no better at handling them. You sigh wistfully. If only your mother had given you powers to deter unwanted attention as well as attracting it.

“Uh… I’m waiting. For my boyfriend.” You ensure to place extra emphasis on the title. He smirks, unfazed.

“Some shitty boyfriend, huh?” He says in satisfaction, completely misreading the situation to fancy his own whims, accompanied with the fakest sympathetic sigh. It makes you want to scream.

“No, actually-”

“Actually, the ‘shitty’ boyfriend’s right here.”

You can’t help but exhale in relief, muscles loosening at the mere sound of Luke’s voice. You stand up, turning around to face him. “Luke.”

“Hey, doll.” The glare etched in his sculpted features (directed at the obnoxious flirt) contrasts greatly with the gooey sweetness of his greeting. “Who’s your friend?”

You try not to snort. “Uh…”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, wrapping a fierce arm around your shoulders. You melt into him. “There a problem, buddy?”

An amused smirk creeps onto your face, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Luke never calls anyone ‘buddy’.

“N- no, course not, I was just…” the Apollo camper stutters.

Luke raises a blond eyebrow. “Just?”

“Keeping her company!” he blurts out, already beginning to edge away from the conversation.

Luke looks at the ground, lips curving upwards in a cold smirk. “Well, for next time, don’t worry. I’ll take you with me next time, sweet thing, if you feel lonely, ‘kay?” he simpers, half- joking for your entertainment, half in seriousness in wanting to ward off the unsuspected boy. By this time, he’s already gone and Luke leans down to whisper, hand tightening around your waist slightly as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “My girl,” he mutters.

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ilycosy · 6 months

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experienced!reader x virgin!luke... i need more of this pls ily!

omg ,,,, this is actually so dear 2 me !!!! idcidc luke isss a virgin talk 2 the wall !!!! im rlly sorry this took so long </3

also !!!! cosy writing dom!luke dialogue ??? someone sound the alarms !!

luke could feel everything. from the sloppy kisses, you pressed down his neck to the way you sunk down onto him slowly— making sure to pause midway just to tease him. you rolled your hips once before sliding all the way down.

he groaned, his head tilting back with his eyes rolling. his sweaty hands slid up to palm your tits, cupping them nervously as he tried to be respectful. he barely knew what to do with himself as he looked up at you, the camp's it girl.

while he knew he was the golden boy, he couldn't ever compare to you. you had seemingly had a grip on every camper there, yet you were in the rickety bunk beds with him. leaning down so your head doesn't hit the top bunk, almost chest to chest, save for his hands blocking them.

"fuck," you hiss, resting your hands on his biceps as you began bouncing. "you're, so fucking big." the praise lights up his nerves like a drug, his fingers finally moving to your hardened nipples— rolling them between his fingertips as he tries to hold back the groans, wanting to focus on your whimpers and the slick sound reverberating in the cabin.

your painted nails dig into his skin, leaving angry red marks down his arms as you pull back. resting your hands on his, encouraging him to be rougher. "cmon baby," you whisper teasingly, "you're supposed to be learning, not letting me do all the work." you smirk down at him, grinding your hips down against him.

he grunts, moving his hands away from your tits down to your waist. pressing a soft kiss to your lips before flipping you, he knocks his head against the wood, but he ignores it in favor of showing yours into the pillows. his hand gently holds the back of your neck, leaning down so he could properly thrust.

"i am learning," he snarks, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder despite his tone. "trust me, princess. you're not leaving hermes cabin without a limp and my cum in ya'."

#cosywriting #cosynsfw #cosyreqs #castellanswrld #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan smut #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan fic #🎀 asks

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chaosheadspace · 7 months

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Still looking for those food prompts? Playground dads 29 or 30

Hi, thank you for sending in a prompt! I loved revisiting the playground dads. 29 and 23 are: going on a fishing trip and eating the fish from it / making some smore's in front of the bonfire. (betaed by the awesome @ml-nolan!)

It's a clear summer night, the stars blinking in the sky except where the canopy of nearby trees blankets the small, cosy camp site. They're a little ways away from other campers, just enough that they can pretend to be alone. Dream actively refuses to remember what day it is, letting the days blend into each other instead, a kaleidoscope of sun and laughter and grilled food.

Dream used to hate camping, and if he is being honest, there are still large parts of it he detests. But Hob had listened to his every concern and complaint, and then had plied him with solutions to all of them, and Orpheus and Robin had begged for a whole week. So he'd finally given in.

And really, it's not so bad, not when Hob is with him, not when there's the biggest smile on Orpheus’s face every day, not when Robin wakes them up singing. Hob had bought two folding beds for them so he and Dream didn't have to sleep on the floor (number one on Dream's list of why camping is objectively the worst way to spend one's holidays). They brought dozens of small citronella candles with them, currently burning on two trays next to them to keep away the mosquitoes (the ones who dare to come near seem to favour Hob, anyways).

It is late, later than it's probably advisable for them to be up. Orpheus and Robyn are fast asleep on the air mattress they insisted on sleeping on, zipped into their new, matching sleeping bags. They've been asleep for hours, and Dream knows he and Hob will be woken early by one or both of them deflating the mattress by using it as a trampoline. Probably. But he can't bring himself to get up, not when the campfire paints Hob in flickering light, licks up his features until he is nothing but warm beauty.

Hob is currently expertly roasting a marshmallow, some crackers and chocolate waiting next to him. They have eaten three s’mores each already, the inside of Dream’s mouth sticky with sugar and chocolate.

“I’m sure they’d kill us if they knew,” Hob says with a smile, “but we gotta have some things for ourselves, don’t we?”

Dream hums, not lifting his head from Hob’s shoulder. “I know for a fact that you only got out half of it, so there will be some left for them.” Hob is a warm line against his side, and despite the fact that the campsite has perfectly fine showers, Dream has the impression that outdoor life makes Hob smell even better than he normally does.

“That predictable, am I?” Hob chuckles, turning the skewer so the marshmallow doesn’t get burned.

“In that regard, I am afraid you are.” Hob’s cheek under Dream’s lips is stubbly, and smells faintly of sunscreen. “I am glad you brought ample provisions, or we would not have had anything to eat today.” Hob is endeavouring to teach Dream to fish, which has proven to be unfruitful so far. Dream doesn’t complain, because there is little else he would prefer over sitting next to Hob, but his lack of success is getting a little frustrating.

“Hey now, there’s a supermarket down the street,” Hob protests. “Also, I suspect our lack of luck has something to do with two kids splashing about in the very same waters we’re trying to fish.” He takes the marshmallow off the fire and smears it onto a cracker before sandwiching it between chocolate and another cracker. He holds it out to Dream, who shakes his head, shrugs, and eats it in one bite. Then he puts an arm around Dream’s waist, pulls him closer, and kisses him. His lips are chapped and crumbly from the cracker, and the inside of his mouth tastes like chocolate. The soft chill of the night comes to rest on his skin except for where they’re touching, and Dream wishes they could stay here, like this, for eternity.

Then the quiet sound of their kissing is drowned out by shuffling, rustling fabric, and then the sound of a zipper and lastly, Robyn’s voice. “Dad, I have to—hey! Are you eating s’mores without us? Hey!”

Hob lets Dream go with a warm chuckle. “We are. But I think you can have some, too. As a treat. Because we’re on holiday.” He still hasn’t moved his arm on Dream’s waist, and he shuffles closer. “Go wake Orpheus?”

“‘M awake, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m coming,” Orpheus chants from the tent and, from the sound of it, wrestles with his sleeping bag.

Hob laughs. “I think I'll go and help him,” he says quietly into Dream's ear, “and get the rest of the marshmallows while I'm at it.”

Warmth pools in Dream's chest, watching as Hob goes. He loves him so much.

Then he gestures Robyn over and reaches for the stick Hob put down earlier. “What do you say,” Dream asks, “do you want to try roasting one for yourself?”

#chaosheadspace's writing #dreamling #food prompts #dream x hob

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katy-133 · 6 months

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Why Spy and Sniper are opposites (and why they understand each other)

(A Team Fortress 2 meta.)

I had this in my drafts half-written for a while and then felt motivated enough to finish it up after seeing @gobbogoo's excellent meta about the professionalism aspect of Sniper and Spy's relationship.

I love foil characters. In my mind, what can make a foil compelling is when the two characters are opposites in many ways, they are also, at their cores, the same in the ways that really matter. When you get right down to it.

Mechanics (Or Far vs Close)

Sniper and Spy were literally made for each other.

In-game, Sniper and Spy are designed to counter each other. The Sniper vs Spy Update introduced multiple weapons for both Sniper and Spy that were designed to undo specifically the Spy and Sniper classes. They were introduced day-by-day in a comical, "Your new toy may counter mine, but now my new toy counters that!" fashion. Sniper's Razorback shield prevents Spy backstabbing him. Spy's Ambassador allows Spy to kill Snipers wearing a Razorback, and so on.

When you play as Sniper or Spy, different gameplay styles emerge from their different strengths and weaknesses. Sniper works well at a distance, behind the rest of his team, because his primary weapons are long range. Spy works well close up because of his ability to instantly kill with backstabs. And Spy's disguises can be more convincing if he's where the enemy team is, so he works well when he's ahead of the rest of his team.

Dirty vs Clean

Sniper roughs it with his (Cosy Camper) backpack and his camper van. Spy wears Louis Vuitton suits (or rather, "Louis Crabbemarché"--TF2 universe's counterpart), as mentioned in The Naked and the Dead comic:

Sniper urinates in mason jars and throws them as a weapon (Jarate). Spy has a special knife (Your Eternal Reward) that kills so cleanly, it instantly removes the body. Spy calls Sniper "filthy" as an insult in-game. It's something to cast scorn over, to Spy.

Spy: "You disgust me, filthy jar man!"

Alone vs Together

Sniper loves his job as a sniper for RED (and BLU). His job makes him stronger when he's at a distance from his team. Therefore, while he's not totally isolated from people, he doesn't mind being alone. He works well like that when he's working.

Sniper: "I love this job. Sunshine's free, bullets are cheap, and everybody's got a head."

Spy's Rally, an alternate Meet the Spy audio recording (as I wrote before), illustrates how Spy values teamwork and believes that it goes against the natural order of life.

Spy: "Disorder, the natural state of nature, is cheap to create, costly to overcome. [...] Nature abhors a team, gentlemen. And together, we bold few, we unnatural brothers, are going to seize Mother Nature by the throat."

Sniper finds strength in being alone. Spy finds strength in being together.

Out of vs In the Spotlight

When there was a irl figurine of Sniper being sold, Valve's blog released a post written by Sniper ("Well, Now I'm a Statue", 11 December 2012). He explains that he hates that his happened, as it goes against his wantiness to stay out of the spotlight.

Sniper: "It probably wouldn't surprise you to learn that a professional assassin like myself tends to be… discrete about things. We keep to the shadows. We avoid the spotlight. We don't host bloody dinner parties, is my point, and we don't make big bloody statues in effigy to our bloody selves."

Despite being an operative who has the ability to literally turn invisible, Spy has a flair for theatrics. He likes spectacle. In Expiration Date, when Scout apologises to Spy, Spy wants him to repeat "You're better than me," line over the PA system so that all the other mercs hear it.

Inexperienced vs Experienced in Romance

Sniper is never shown to have experienced romance and it's possible he never did. Sniper, despite his character being inspired by Crocodile Dundee, an adventure romance comedy, doesn't have a love interest. Sniper's "kangaroo wife" line is a made-up insult by Soldier.

Soldier: "I will send my condolences to your kangaroo wife."

In Meet the Sniper, we see him call his parents when he gets access to a payphone. His parents whom he sends postcards to (we see this postcard in the Sniper vs. Spy update). And it's his parents that the Administrator threatens the safety of to keep Sniper in line. It's his parents that are Sniper's priority of keeping protected. Not a girlfriend.

As essayist Kayla explains in a video meta about the mercs' past relationships, Sniper grew up in Australia, where (in the TF2 universe) the country's culture and people value large muscles due to Australium metal exposure giving Australians super-strength, as explained in the Catch-Up comic:

Security locks are punch-based (as Saxton Hale demonstrates to Miss Pauling in The Contract comic). Kids are expected to get into fist fights with each other. Meaning that Sniper is "not attractive by conventional Australian standards" in the TF2 universe (again, observation by Kayla in the video meta).

Spy on the other hand, is characterised by his past relationship with Scout's mother and it's one of the few things we know about Spy's past. Spy has an in-game line about liking his romances "in groups of six." When Scout needs advice on asking Miss Pauling out on a date, he goes to Spy for help (keep in mind, Scout doesn't know Spy is his father at this point). He has a reputation among his team that he is experienced in romantic relationships.

Spy: "I like my teams like I like my romances: in groups of six."

Where Sniper and Spy are Similar

Being Discreet and Valuing Secrets

In the TF2 comic The Naked and the Dead, we find out that Sniper knows that Scout is Spy's son. By this point, Scout doesn't know (or is heavily in denial about it). We know Sniper knows because when Sniper and Spy come across Scout dying in a hallway, Sniper leaves Spy to have a private moment with Scout, when Spy tells Scout that he's his father (or rather, Tom Jones is his father, because Spy can't bring himself to tell the whole truth).

Sniper is discreet in leaving them alone, because he never explicitly says that he knows (or what he knows) in that scene. It's mainly left unspoken. He only says one word, and Spy knows what's he's going to say. And Sniper chooses to leave because he knows that this secret is important to Spy and Scout.

Spy ability to be discreet and valuing secrets inherently comes with his job. His disguises only work as much as his ability to act like the person he's pretending to be. Spy also values the secret of his identity so much that we don't ever see him without his mask. The SFM model of Spy mask less (where we see he has hair) is a fan-made model that the fandom has collectively accepted. It has not been shown in any official Valve works. In Meet the Spy, he's always wearing his mask in the various Top Secret photos. There's also a Miss Pauling contract line for Spy in-game where she tells him that he should wash his mask. He canonically doesn't take it off.

Miss Pauling: "Spy, just between you and me, you should really wash that ski mask. Like once. There's visible stink lines coming off that thing. Anyway, I need a favor."

Kinda ironic, since Spy values cleanliness.

Are Both Willing to Put Themselves in Danger to Save One Another

Despite their differences, when they're on the same team (or even when they're still on opposite teams but have come together against a greater enemy, like in Mann vs Machine), Sniper and Spy can work together to save each other.

In the comics (The Naked and the Dead), Spy gets shot in the leg and is about to be killed by Classic Sniper (from the first Team Fortress game) while trying to infiltrate a building to save his team, but is saved by Sniper.

To do this, Sniper had to run up several flights of stairs, break down a door, crash through a window, scale the side of a building, and then climb silently into the room Spy was in. While naked and bleeding. Sniper was willing to put himself at great personal risk to save Spy.

They Both Experienced Loneliness Just Before Joining RED/BLU

I imagine that, one day, Sniper and Spy will figure out that they are not so different. If they knew about each other's pasts, they would notice a certain similarity.

Sniper's backstory (his description on TF2's website) is that he was a "tracker of dangerous game" in Australia. He would have spent a long time on his own, in the wilderness, isolated from people. He lived on a farm with his parents, not in the cities. In the comics (Blood in the Water), Sniper explains that he grew up with kids who wanted to fist fight, while he would climb up trees out of their reach and throw stones at them. He didn't fit in.

He calls his parents in Meet the Sniper, but they don't like the line of work he's in. Which upsets him, because he wants their approval.

Spy's backstory is that he had a love, Scout's mother, and ran away from her. We don't know the details of why. But we do know that he and her are still on good terms. Spy and her are seen together in Valve's promo animation for the Second Annual Saxxy Awards:

Spy appears to still love her, as at the end of Meet the Spy, he takes one of the photos of them together. Notably, the most chaste photo of the pile--it's of the two of them holding hands, walking away together.

I think that's insight on what he would have wanted in another timeline. But he ran away on his own, leaving a woman he loved (and still loves) as well as his baby son. He left his family.

This is what their lives were like before the Gravel War.

It's also worth noting that they both joined RED/BLU. They all chose a line of work that many would not, and this gives us insight into their character. Whether it was for the money, or for the chance to fight, or to combat loneliness, both Sniper and Spy found themselves working for RED/BLU.

In Conclusion

Sniper and Spy are opposites in many ways, but when you get right down to it, their cores are the same.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #storytelling #my text #character development

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annymaght · 3 months

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The Locations: Review

My biggest worry for Chaos Theory before it came out was the locations in it. When your on a tight budget, you're better off just changing the backgrounds slightly instead of having entirely different sets.

Camp Cretaceous was like this, but it worked because it made sense they would be in a forest setting most of the time. Season 4 suffered from this the most I think when they used already existing sets from Nublar on Mantah Corp Island and had the Mantah Corp facility basically just be a set of white hallways.

However, Chaos Theory surpassed my expectations by a mile. They were incredible. They were all so detailed, each with their own personality and feel to them. Each of the campers houses and more were brilliant. It helps that the story is one massive road trip which allows us to see all these amazing locations that look so real and feel like real people would live in them.

My favourite was definitely Sammy's ranch, it just looks so cosy and I hope that she will be able to go back to it one day.

Although it was kinda funny to see them go up the same turn like 5 times with just slight variations between each set, but this works because I can imagine that's what cross-country roads look like in America.

#jurassic world chaos theory #chaos theory #jwct #jwct spoilers

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pjo-tvs-version · 4 months

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Fanfic no. 3 !! Wohooo!!! I never thought it would happen. I am sticking with Annabeth POVs currently as I enjoy writing them. This one's based on @liesmultixxx's suggestion of the day Percy goes missing. Title from Love Story by yet again Taylor Swift. Enjoy!

Beggin' you, "Please don't go, "

I stand outside by the gates of my school, excited. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon and Sally had insisted on having lunch with her. The crowd around me was buzzing with enthusiasm too. Today was the last day of school. Everyone was planning their summer vacations. I smiled knowing that I had already planned how to spend the entirety of the few days I got. Training at camp, finishing the plans for the renovation of Olympus, helping out with the architecture of the new cabins, teaching the new campers a few tricks, chatting with Sally and of course, spending time with my Seaweed Brain.

I was told by a particular green eyed boy that I often get lost in my thoughts. As much as I hate accepting that, it's the truth I realise now. As I’m happily going over my to do list for this summer, I hear a car’s horn, startling me. It’s Paul’s Prius with Percy in the driver’s seat, wearing his orange camp shirt. “Did I scare you, Wise Girl?” he says mockingly. There is a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and it feels wonderful to observe it without a Greek apocalypse taking place.

I dump my books in the back seat, taking my place beside Percy as we set off to his New York apartment. A lunch by Sally’s and then we will be off to Camp Half Blood. I was eager to go to camp as I hadn't seen it in a while. I am looking forward to seeing the new campers, even the ones from minor gods. Yesterday Chiron had even Iris messaged me about my requirement for building the new cabins. Percy was most probably picking on my thoughts (that was something I realised that he is pretty good at doing since we started dating.)

“Well someone looks happy today despite her pessimistic attitude”, said Percy. “Let me remind you that you have an English research paper to write a History project to work on and not to mention solving questions from Trigonometry” I replied. Percy let out a groan and said “Well you take the win on this one but please tell me you are helping me out with trigonometry.” I laughed. It was so funny to see the Savior of Olympus complaining about maths homework. I retorted “Only if you give me an extra blue cookie.” Percy looked aghast and I was just enjoying the banter. I knew I hit the right bargain.

“You drive a hard deal Annabeth. Can’t we just stick with something nicer like I give you an extra goodnight kiss and you help out with the soul destructive maths?” “Hmm let me think about it” I pause dramatically and pose to be in deep thought and then add “nope.” “Please Miss Owl Head. I am begging you” Percy adds with the cute baby seal eyes. Oh no! I stared at them and it was a mistake. The eyes always got me. “Okay fine the extra goodnight kiss it is in exchange for the maths homework. But I am warning you beforehand, I’ll just teach you the method, you are solving them yourself. Also the good night kiss better be good.” I say with a sigh. He grins and I can’t help but adore his raven coloured hair. The rest of our ride passed with more banters about school, camp and dates. I enjoyed every minute of it.

I waited as Percy parked the Prius. Sally is already standing at the door. I could smell the delicious lasagna bubbling in the oven. As always Sally hugged me. She smelt of cookies and honey suckles. It always filled me with warmth whenever I was with Sally. She was like the parent figure I never had. She always treated me so warmly, like her own family. It always managed to make me feel cosy and warmed my heart every time.

“Come in quick! The lasagna is almost done, my dear. The blue cookies are in the oven right now. They will be ready soon too. "Sally said as she beckoned her inside the Jackson apartment. Percy eyes always glazed with amazement whenever a Sally Jackson styled blue cookie was in a 1 mile radius from him. Percy helped Sally set up the dining table as I went to his room to freshen up and change.

When I returned to the table, a table was ready for three. Paul I had been told by Percy was in school, teaching. Sally and Percy were seated already and were waiting for me. A dish full of mouth watering Lasagna, Sally’s classic seven layer dip with tortilla chips and a jug of lemonade were kept, ready to be eaten.

“Dig in '' Sally said and that is exactly what we did. Gods, it was delicious. We talked as we ate. Sally inquired about my school, Percy sprouting out facts about marine life and me going over my plans for the summer. There was utter chaos as the three of us ate and chatted and it was soo much fun. When our meal finished, I along with Percy helped clear up the table. It sounds weird but I had fun doing the dishes.

When everything was done we sat on the couch with the blue cookies. Percy’s eyes rolled up in ecstasy at the sight of them and I was pretty sure that my face was pretty much the same. As I savored my last chocochip bite, I glanced at the watch. It was almost 4. I stand with Percy in tow. We had to leave for camp now.

Sally hugs us goodbye, packing a few cookies for our trip to camp too. We hail a taxi to Long Island.

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Percy and I stood on Half Blood Hill, enjoying the view. Camp Half Blood was buzzing with excitement everywhere. Many of the Apollo kids were doing target practice. The satyrs were playing a sweet tune on their pipes to grow the strawberries. The sun was dipping and the view was breathtaking. “Race you down the hill. Whoever loses doesn't get the last cookie” I shout before sprinting down the hill. “Hey, that's not fair! You went first. But you're on Chase. Anything for my blue cookies.” Percy retorts and he races against me.

As always it ended as a tie so the cookie will be divided into half. Chiron was there to greet us. After exchanging a few hugs, I went to meet my siblings in Cabin 6. Malcolm welcomed me back warmly. I make my way towards my bed to start settling in. Unpacking took way more time than I expected. “Hey Annabeth, time for dinner. We are even having a campfire tonight.” Malcolm calls out as I stack my last book on the shelf. Perfect timing. “Coming Malcolm," I reply.

After a filling dinner everyone gathers around the fire for a song night. I sit beside Percy, a little at the back of the crowd. We sing, laugh and dance till our throats are sore from shouting and our knees are worn out from the dancing. The crowd dispersed albeit reluctantly since we were having so much fun. Me and Percy walk, hand in hand towards our cabins.

The walk was purposely slow since we were savouring the solitude. As we reach the entrance of his cabin we both halt. A drop of water fell on my nose then another on my shoulder and then on my hand. Before I knew it, I was standing under a mini raincloud. Percy was getting drenched in the rain too but he was smiling, that classic troublemaker smile and his sea green eyes were full of amusement. “May I know exactly why Perseus Jackson is it raining only above us? Considering that you are a Son of Poseidon, it puts you in a quite suspicious position. There is no scien-” I say before I am cut off.

Percy’s lips are on mine as kisses me soft and slow. As he pulls away grasping for breath, I remember that he kept his promise about the goodnight kiss. Something must have shown on my face as I leapt to the realization because Percy’s smile widened. “So this is your special goodnight kiss I see. Where both of us are drenched in rainwater” I say. “I always wanted to kiss you in the rain. Might be romantic you know. But I kept my promise. So math homework tomorrow?” he replies. He really is a Seaweed Brain. He looked so cute with his hair plastered across his face and pearl like water droplets on his eyes that I could’nt help but kiss him again.

I will begrudgingly admit that it was actually kind of romantic but there is no way I am saying it out loud. We pull away and I say with a sigh “Okay, maths homework lesson in the morning in the strawberry fields. Okay?” “Thank you so much Wise Girl. Good night.” he says with a yawn. “Goodnight Seaweed Brain” I reply, feeling sleepy too. I make my way towards my cabin with my heart content. Tomorrow will be a fresh new day and I can finally enjoy myself after so many taxing years of war.

I wake up to a sunny morning. I freshen up and grab my supplies. Chiron had requested me to meet him first thing in the morning as he wanted to discuss a few new cabin designs for me. As I make my way to the Big House, I am interrupted by Clarisse. “Have you seen your kelp-filled headed boyfriend? He was supposed to spar with me to a death battle.” Clarrise asks. I laughed. So Percy and Clarisse are going toi spar. Guess I’m going to watch a good show. “I’ll go check on him. He’s most probably snoring in his cabin.” I reply. Clarisse nods and goes to her cabin.

I knock on the doors of cabin 3. No response. I knock again but still not a single reaction. That was weird so I just pushed against the doors to find an empty bunk bed. Where was Percy? He most probably must be playing one of his pranks on me. I step out and call out his name. Still no answer. I find Chiron waiting at the steps of the Big House. I’m sure he would have some idea. “Have you seen Percy Chiron?” I ask. There is a look of concern in his eyes. “Annabeth, dear I thought Percy was somewhere with you though it is unlikely that he would be awake so early in the morning.” Chiron responds. “What no! I just got up and was on my way to your office when Clarrise asked me if I knew where Percy was. I said no and went to his cabin to find him but he was’nt there.” I say, panic seizing me. “Annabeth, you are not the first camper who inquired about Percy. Are you sure you have no idea where Percy is or is it some joke?” he asked me.

“I swear on the Styx Chiron that I have no idea where Percy is.” I say as my dread increases in my heart. “Well this is serious then. I am going to announce this immediately” Chiron said.

Every camper was searching every possible place. I was getting terrified with every passing second. Percy pulled off pranks but they were light hearted. When I find him, I’m seriously going to threaten him about this. He has no right to give me such panic attacks. After a while of searchin everyone gathered in the Amphitheater. “We’ve looked everywhere, only the strawberry fields are left for us to-” Connor says before I cut him off.

The strawberry field, of course he must be there. Maybe he wanted to surprise me by getting up early and being ready to study. I race against the wind. As I reach the entrance of the field I shout out “I’m here Seaweed Brain. Time for maths.” Still no reply. He was’nt there. My heart was thudding against my chest and I fell to my knees. Where was Percy? The rest of camp arrives to find me there in this miserable condition. Malcom approaches and kneels beside me. “Don’t worry Annabeth, we'll find him. He must be somewhere, I’m sure of it.”

I burst into tears not being able to control them. Percy was gone? Overnight? He kissed me goodnight yesterday and now he is gone? There was no trace of him. He wasn't in camp and I realise with a foreboding fear that this isn't a prank. Chiron removes the crowd as Malcolm hugs me fiercely. “He’s gone, he’s gone” I say with shuddering breaths. “I was supposed to teach him maths, go on a date with him tomorrow and…”. “Annabeth, it's okay. He will be fine” Malcolm tries to reassure me. “You don’t understand. Where is he? Is he alive or…….” I didn't complete the sentence. That’s not possible. I was going to search for him until I found him. A part of my brain nags me- what if I don’t. I push that thought away. I stand up with shaky legs and reach for my cell phone and dial Sally. After a few rings she picks up, “Hey Annabeth how are you and Percy? Any issue?”. “Sally is- is Percy at home?” I say even as my heart slows with dread. “No Annabeth! Why would he be here?”. I can’t reply. I lost my voice and I didn't know how to respond. What should I tell her. Sally must have sensed the silence was not a good one because there was concern in her next words “Annabeth honey Annabeth are you okay? Is Percy okay…” If only I knew that my happy, planned summer was going to be my worst possible one….

So how was this? Positive criticism is appreciated. Thank you @liesmultixxx for the lovely suggestion. Hope you liked it!!!

You can read it here on AO3 too

#pjo #pjo fandom #pjoverse #pjo series #percy pjo #percabeth #ivy's fanfics #ivy writes #annabeth and percy #percy jackson #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fic #percy and annabeth #percy x annabeth #pre tlh #post tlo

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a-french-coconut · 5 months

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Part 2 (Will Solace)

Will wakes up tired.

The sun greets him as usual but there is... a coldness that has never been there before. No matter how much he exposes himself to the sunlight, he can't shake the feeling that he isn't receiving enough solar energy.

His father must be going to a rough time.

It's not like he needs the boost of energy the sun gives him in the morning, coffee is more than enough, but he appreciates it. He'll just have to do without.

As head counsellor and main healer, Will spends most of his time in the infirmary, sometimes helped by Austin and Kayla. However, today he is alone and growing grouchy every time a camper enters with an injury.

A sprained ankle, second degree burns, dislocated shoulder, broken arm.

Will deals with this daily, he knows how to heal any of those and without problem. And he still does.

But gods does it exhaust him.

It's not supposed to. After years of honing his skills, broken bones are not the challenge they used to be.

Except for today and it's getting on his nerves. He makes back-handed comments to those coming to the infirmary, leaving them and himself bewildered.

Sure he is not always the sunny happy-going healer Camp knows but he enjoys healing.

Something is definitely wrong with him.

It has to be the lack of sun, he doesn't see any other explanation.

He stayed in the infirmary until after dinner, taking Kayla's late night shift after her sister promised him she would do the morning one.

There's no one except him, all campers are enjoying the bonfire.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Will watches the clock, waiting until it indicates 9pm and he can get out of there and in his warm bed.

He already made all the beds, rearranged in alphabetical order all the salves and medicines in the cabinet and looked randomly in the campers' files to find some interesting facts (he finally understand why Clarisse was always in a sour mood before leaving for college : being allergic to strawberries here sucks).

Will is bored out of his mind and ready to dash out of here.

Only ten more minutes.

He takes a bandage's roll and mindlessly put in on his arms, humming a tune his mother taught him.

Eight minutes.

He shoots darts at random objets, sometimes (mostly) missing.

Four minutes.

The door opens and Miranda Gardiner walks in, looking at him strangely.

He supposes he deserves it. As last form of entertainment, he resulted to stick the most ridicules band-aids he had to his face. Maybe not the brightest idea but sue him, he was bored.

The clock chimes, indicating the sweet moment of release except he can't really say to Miranda to wait until next morning.

"Hi Miranda, how can I help you ?"

He must be rocking the professional look, Hello Kitty, Minions and Rarity adorning his face.

"Hum, my head is hurting and I'm sweating. I thought that maybe I had fever and you could check ?"

Will groans internally. If Miranda happens to have fever, she'll have to stay the night. Which implies he also has to stay to monitor her.

"Sure, let me see."

He takes her hand and concentrates.

He can feel the blood flowing in her veins, and most importantly he can feel the immune system kicking in. She does have fever.

Will's eyes twitch.

"Bad news: you have a small fever. Good news: I can just heal you and we both can return to our very comfortable, cosy, plushy, and hum, luxurious beds !"

He completes his rather convincing argument if he says so himself with a bright smile.

Miranda just looks at him with concern.

He could heal her with traditional hymns to his father but he frankly does not want to. Fever is a sickness and so he'll get rid of it much faster with his sickness powers.

A flawless logic his father would proud of.

Hey Raz, I know I never ask you anything but could you heal this girl's fever ? I really need to sleep right now and that's not happening if I have to stay up all night surveying her.

Radio silence.

Will frowns, his little own personal plague spirit always took the chance to talk.

Raz ? You there ?

Still no voice in his mind. It's silent.

Will's mind is never silent. There is always a background noise, a buzzing indicating the presence of another spirit.

A buzzing, Will realises with panic, that has not been present since he woke up this morning tired.

"Hum Will ? You good ?"

Ah yes, Miranda.

"Obviously I'm good ! I'm great even, everything's peachy and sunny and I just have to, I have to, hum, look at your file ! Yes that's it and write down your fever you know ? Because I need to keep track of what happens to you guys !"

Without waiting a response to his disastrous rambling, Will locks himself with the files.

Raz is not responding.

He's been feeling down since he woke up.

He has not been receptive to the sun as if...

As if a part of him was not there to capture the solar energy.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening !

There is no way he's that unlucky.

Ten years of hiding his little secret so that no one knows the wickedness he has inside him.

Ten years of suppressing every pulsing of rage and wrath, cumulating power or power doing so, until it burns below his skin, the plague begging to be released.

If he has no control anymore over Raz and she decides to cause a little chaos...

Okay relax Will, she would start with something small right ? Like a cold, a fev...

"Will everything's okay in there ?"

His eyes widens and he bolts out of the files room, surprising Miranda who is beginning to look very concern about his mental health. He looks at her straight in the eyes and with the most casualness he can muster, aks her :

"Did a little girl touch you today ?"

The daughter of Demeter seems considering now to put in an asylum.

"An unknown little girl, about five years old ? Brown eyes and braids ?" he specifies.

"Huh maybe ? But what does she have to do with my-"

"Forget it, I'm just tired and blabbering nonsense."

Fortunately she doesn't push. It would be hard to announce her that a plague spirit is wandering within Camp borders and possibly infecting everyone she touches.

He heals her quickly, burning all the energy he had left and goes back to his cabin.

He may have had a panic attack on the way but nothing he couldn't handle really.

He's fine.

Totally fine.

Raz is not going to leave his mind until he's one foot in the grave when he catches her.

part 3 and 4 posted !

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #miranda gardiner #will solace has plague powers #plague will #will solace

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tragicallybeautiful97 · 5 days

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Just For The Summer - Steve Harrington x Reader (Chapter Two)

Steve Harrington x reader. Camp Counsellors AU. `lovers x enemies x lovers again. Pining, so much pining. Sexual tension. Stranger Things AU. Multi-chapter story. Eventual smut.

word count: 1,494

Read Chapter One here

Chapter Two

7 years ago…

I was nervous. The kind of nervousness you can only be when you’re freshly seventeen and thrown into an unfamiliar place filled with equally nervous teenagers.

I clutched at my duffle bag as I waded through the crowd of people. I had set off to Camp Lake Haven early this morning; deciding that taking the bus would be too overwhelming and choosing instead to drive my beat up car down the twisting country paths before I finally found the camp.

My Mum and Dad had said goodbye to me awkwardly at the door; both of them evidently feeling guilty that I was desperate enough to leave the toxic household to spend six weeks in the middle of nowhere with a group of strangers. Will had been standing beside them; seven at the time, his face round but body gangly. He had wrapped his arms around me in a big hug before they had waved me off as I drove down the road; roadtrip snacks already sat on the dash ready and music blaring obnoxiously from my rusty speaker.

I popped one of the fizzy sweets I had leftover into my mouth as I made my way towards a man holding a clipboard. He was shouting numbers, his fingers running through his curly, sweaty hair.

“Hello, welcome to Camp Lake Haven!” The man greeted me excitedly in a thick Russian accent, “My name is Alexei and I am one of the camp coordinators.”

“Y/N.” I nodded in greeting. “It’s my first time.”

“How exciting!” Alexei exclaimed. “Let’s find out which cabin you’re in this summer.” He glanced down at this clipboard, his glasses hanging precariously at the edge of his nose as he looked down. “Ah, there you are Y/N. You are in cabin twelve.”

Alexei handed over a keycard and a cute hand-drawn map before he pointed me towards the left of the forest.

“Get settled into your cabin and then food is served at six-thirty in the mess hall.” He pointed towards the green coloured building on my map. “Enjoy!”

I smiled at him and offered my thanks before I headed in the direction he had pointed. The trees were a thick green canopy above my head, engulfing me in the scent of pine and greenery. I felt pleasant shivers run up my spine at the thought of spending all summer here - bonfires at night, making friends with my bunkmates (hopefully) and spending long warm evenings submerged in the lake I had seen on Camp Havens brochure.

I continued walking deeper into the forest; passing various wooden cabins on my way. They looked run down but clean, the wear and tear giving a cosy effect that the cabins had been lived in, enjoyed by the campers over the years. I paused briefly when I heard a high-pitched yowling.

I twirled around in confusion when the yowling grew louder yet I couldn’t see the source of the sound - it sounded like some sort of animal. I dropped my duffel bag hesitantly, wondering if I should go back and tell Alexei about the noise. The yowling became more panicked and despite my better judgement and ignoring all horror movie advice, I followed the sound towards the porch of the cabin in front of me.

I searched around the cabin, the yowling becoming louder as I stood directly on the porch. It sounded as if something were stuck under the porch. I took a shaky sigh; praying that my curiosity would not cause me to fall into the clutches of a flesh eating clown that lived under the porch - I really needed to stop watching IT.

I set myself on my hands and knees, my arse wiggling in the air as I tried to look under the dark porch. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and quickly put the flash on so I could inspect the dark space.

My heart melted at the sight.

“Hey little one,” I cooed softly.

A pair of large green eyes stared back at me. A small black kitten was yowling under the porch. It’s collar snagged on a loose piece of wood that jutted out of the porch. The poor thing was struggling to free itself, its yowls increasing now that it knew it had someone's attention.

“It’s ok baby, I’m gonna help you.”I reassured the small kitten. I went lower on my forearms so that I could crawl deeper into the space. I reached out an arm to the poor kitten, huffing in frustration as I willed my arms to be longer. I felt the mud sink into my bare knees as I tried to stretch further, the kitten appearing to be meowing encouragingly at me.

“Wow, well this is some welcome.” A voice drawled behind me.

I squealed at the sound of the male voice, my head smacking the roof of the wooden porch as I jumped. I glanced behind me; seeing a pair of jean clad legs and a muddy pair of green red converse.

“I’ll be back, baby, I promise.” I promised fiercely as I shuffled backwards and out from under the porch.

“What are you doing under there? Talking to monsters?”

I blinked up at the boy who was grinning down at me. He was unfortunately gorgeous, unfortunate because he had just caught me with my arse in the air under the porch and I no doubt was covered in mud and dust.

He was tall and lean; exuding an air of confidence that only came from being some sort of athlete. His face was all sharp curves and high cheekbones; his skin bronzed and a mole kissed the corner of his full lips. His hair was long but styled perfectly in swept back waves; the length of it brushing the collar of his denim jacket.

He quirked a brow at me, his smile growing larger as he noticed my obvious ogling.

I cleared my throat quickly, feeling heat rise up my chest and cheeks.

“There’s a kitten stuck under there.” I explained quickly; hoping that I didn’t appear like a complete crazy person.

“Oh,” The boy frowned, quickly dropping his own duffel bag to kneel beside me. “I must say I’m relieved that you're not talking to some sort of dark entity that lives under there.”

“Sadly not, just a small innocent kitten.” I smirked slightly, “Or this could all just be a tactic to feed you to the dark entity under there.”

The boy laughed, the sound made my toes curl. I silently scolded myself; I knew I was a hormonal teenage girl and I often found boys cute - but Jesus christ, pull it together.

I went back on my hands and knees and flashed my phone torch under the porch once again. I pointed towards the little kitten who was staring miserably back at us.

“I tried to reach him but my arms weren't long enough.” I explained.

The boy beside me nodded, “Well I shouldn’t have that problem.”

He mimicked my position and pushed himself towards the kitten. His large hands swiped through a cobweb as he inched closer to the kitten as I watched anxiously. He finally got close enough and managed to snag his fingers around the kitten’s collar, tugging them free. The kitten immediately ran out from the porch, releasing a large yowl that sounded like a freedom battle cry.

I quickly scooped the kitten up in my arms, her black fur matted with cobwebs under my fingers. I brushed her off, pausing to read the name tag on her little purple collar - Binx. I smiled at the name; someone was clearly a Hocus Pocus fan. I stroked under her chin and an easy purr sounded out of her.

“Well she clearly isn’t traumatised.” The boy laughed as he brushed his jeans off. He came to crouch beside me, his hand brushing mine as he also stroked Binx under her chin.

I smiled up at him, “Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem,” He smiled easily at me, “I have a talent for helping pretty girls with cat rescue missions.”

“Is that so?” I asked coyly.

“My name's Steve,” Steve introduced himself.

His dark eyes sparkled down at me; a promise of possibilities in his eyes and I felt a pleasurable heat fill me. We were flirting - and it felt amazing. Those possibilities washed over me; the promise of a summer fling - excited whispers and laughs around the campfire, stolen kisses in the woods and horror movie nights snuggled up against each other. I felt excitement thrum through me, excitement at the promise of fun; fun after all the hardships this year, fun after all the loneliness, fun after watching my parents fall out of love with each other in front of mine and Will’s eyes.

I gazed at Steve, hoping my eyes reflected those possibilities back at him.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Steve grinned.

#steve harrington #'Steve Harrington x reader #stranger things #'Steve Harrington smut

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sims-with-soul · 4 months

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Hey soul mates ♡︎

Welcome to Camper Chronicles! A new let’s play series focusing on Isla Diegos, a free-spirited, travel magazine writer on a journey for self-discovery and adventure. Start her story with us in her camper-home ‘Wanderer’ on the serene coastal shores of Tartosa, where I have really brought out the Italian influence with Amalfi Coast! 🍇🛵🍝🌊

I’m so excited for this series and can’t wait to delve in deeper to each world and all the new possibilities along the way.

Lots of love and light,

Sims with Soul ✧

👇🏼 Tap below to watch the full episode! ✨

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catb-fics · 1 month

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If you had to go on holiday with each of your Van's where would you take each one?

This has been sitting in my inbox for ages and that holiday ask I had earlier prompted me to post it! I’m intending to write full headcanons for each of these but here’s my ideas so far. Let me know if you have any thoughts xxx

💗 Dad Van - Disneyland - getting more excited than the kids about meeting the characters, Mickey Mouse ears, rollercoasters and Disney magic, cuddling up to watch the fireworks

❤️ Red Van - Ibiza - sneaky Mediterranean hookups whilst the band are playing Ibiza Rocks, messy club nights, sun cream and skimpy bikinis, cocktails and pool parties

🖤 Prof Van - Italian Riviera - meandering around art galleries and museums, hot hotel room sex, sipping champagne by the pool, slinky evening dresses and dinner dates, getting fucked on the balcony

🧡 Prof Bond - South of France - idyllic little rustic farmhouse in the countryside, good food and wine, picnics and feeding each other strawberries, lazy afternoons by the river whilst he reads poetry to you

💖 I’m With the Band Van - Reading festival - not a holiday as such but a weekend away, up on Van’s shoulders to see your favourite bands, getting silly drunk and stoned together, sharing a sleeping bag as Van ‘conveniently’ forgot to pack his

💙 Ice Cold Van - Las Vegas - an assignment of Van’s to track down a high profile target but that doesn’t mean you can’t take advantage of your surroundings, casino nights, tuxedos and designer gowns and glitz and glamour, fucking on the roulette table

❤️‍🔥 Devil Next Door Van - Llandudno - trip down memory lane, British seaside holiday vibes, fish and chips on the pier, fun at the arcades, paddling in the sea, maybe a visit to Mary and Bernie’s

🤍 Single Dad Van - Lapland - Santa visit with the kids, husky dog sled rides, cosying up drinking hot chocolate, magical moments viewing the Northern Lights together

💜 Pure Van - Paris by night - admiring the city landscape from the rooftops, being wined and dined in lavish restaurants, sultry club nights, watching the sunset together

🩶 Playing Hard to Get Van - summer camper-van road trip with all your friends - sunbathing and skinny dipping in the lake, ice cream and BBQs, getting sneakily fingered on the back seat in a sundress

#character headcanons #vanfic

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sims4t2bb · 6 months

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weekly update

Hello everyone, and happy Sunday! We hope you've had a magnificent week and that the next week will be filled with all of the best things in your life 🌲

The updates for this week can be found underneath the cut. From us, as always, happy Simming — onwards and upwards! ✨

— Base Game

Buy Mode

Anti-Goblin Bed by Kindermade, The Barnish Bed, Discretion Double Bedsystem, Discretion Single Bedsystem, Double Mission Single Bed, The Eminence, Killer Queen Double Bed, Metal Framed Top Bunk, Mod Pod Top Bunk, Princess Cordelia's Galleon Bed, and more conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Lattice In Indoor-Outdoor Rug (Runner) conversion by @littlelittlesimmies has been added.

Mod Pod Sleeper and Mod Pod Twin Sleeper conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Get To Work

The Solitary Sleeper conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.

City Living

Cobra Cabana, Double Futon, and Space Blanket Bed conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Cats & Dogs

The Cosy Crafter Bed, Modern Colonial Bed, Mr. Woof and Mrs. Meow's Child Bed, and The Seaside Loner conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Seasons

Cosy Cubbyhole, Crosshatch Delight, and Draping Palace Single conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Get Famous

Dreamy Pad and The Queen's King conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Island Living

Can Do Canopy Double Bed, Drift Away Single Bed, Whispering Wicker Double Bed, and Wicker-o-the-Wisp Single Bed conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Discover University

Decent Dorm Single Bed, Full Scholarship Single Bed, Philosophy of Sleep Double Bed, and Sophisticated Adult Single Bed conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Growing Together

Timber! Treehouse Base conversion by @lordcrumps and @tvickiesims has been added.

The Cozy Camper Sleeping Bag, Sleepy Critter Sleeping Bag, and Whimsical Dreams Sleeping Bag conversions by @tvickiesims and @lamare-sims have been added.

Horse Ranch

Lil' Rancher Bedroll Sleeping Bag and Under the Stars Bedroll Sleeping Bag conversions by @tvickiesims and @lamare-sims have been added.

— Game Packs

Strangerville

Another Not So Inconspicuous Door and Inviting Swing Out Door conversions by @jacky93sims have been added (thanks @dermestes-maculatus!)

— Stuff Packs

Crystal Creations

Astral Attunement Rug conversion by @littlelittlesimmies has been added.

— Kits

Industrial Loft

Action-Packed Corner Ventilation Duct, Action-Packed Straight Ventilation Duct, Action-Packed Vented Ventilation Duct, Anti-Social Sliding Double Door, Back it Up Barstool, Back-on-Track Lighting, Casual Eats Table, Finders Keepers Dresser, Hot August Nights Fan, Johnny Zest’s Sweet Revenge Armchair, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

City Roots Plant Stand by Greenie-Go-Round and Super Fuzzy Fuzz Rug conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

“I Took a Welding Class Once” Double Bed and bedding conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Décor to the Max

A Balanced Place for Coffee, A Regal Stand, Bold Indulgence Hallway Table, Circle of Infinity, Explosion of Light Fixture, Fringe of Elegance Lamp, Geometric Giraffes, Maximalist's Dream Sofa, Panels of Self Mirror, Stately Plumage Sculpt, and more conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Collage of Personality and Plushly Bold Rug conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Modern Luxe

The Moment conversion by @littlelittlesimmies has been added.

#weekly update

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