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the final Lady Sharpe part 5: sent away

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Summary: Your plans with Thomas are coming to an end as his machine parts arrive and you both head into the city to set into motion Lucille's arrest.

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (get a drink ready)

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers exit the room i only ask nicely once); vaginal fingering; oral sex (f receiving); Lucille Sharpe (yes she's a warning) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: married blorbos are snowed in (oh no how terrible 😈😏); Thomas is a simp for his wife; mutual pining sad blorbos hours

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you." and ends at "…except one somber truth"

Logically there was no good reason why Thomas would wake this morning in a significantly better mood, considering that he was still stuck in this manor, a death sentence care of his psychotic murderous sister still looming over your head, and tasked with a nightly distraction that even the mere thought of it made his stomach want to turn. And yet somehow, in these few moments when he got to rouse from sleep before you did, getting to really look upon your features at a seemingly peaceful rest while he held you in his arms, there was a contentment that blanketed him and kept him warm despite the biting cold of winter.

If he could keep even at least this after this treacherous endeavor was done with, if he could keep you, then perhaps he could believe himself still deserving of happiness despite all the devastation he'd wrought throughout the years. There was no version of the near future that he could picture where he would be denied the simplest pleasure of getting to see you, perhaps even hold you. And with those thoughts, his mood had begun to sour, fully knowing that that was what awaited him at the end of the road. Dissolution of marriage.

And he couldn't even fault you for that. Why would you wish to stay with him given the context on why he'd chosen to court you? Why would you have any reason to believe him if he could muster up the courage to tell you that he'd fallen irretrievably in love with you and that he wanted more than anything to try to make this marriage work? To make it real?

He traced the back of his finger across your cheekbone, his heart twisting and melting all at once when you smiled and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. "I love you," he whispered, hoping that somehow his message would reach into your dreams. "I don't want you to leave if we make it through this. I wish to stay with you. Wherever you wish to go, I'll happily follow."

You began to stir in his arms, soft groans coming from you as you slowly roused in your husband's embrace. "Hmm?" The baronet's heart caught in his throat when your eyes fluttered open and met his, a soft smile stretching across your face. "Morning..."

He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, doing his best to fight back the desire to do nothing more than simply to stay in bed just like this when you rewarded him with such a lighthearted, melodic giggling in response. "Good morning, wife."

"Big day today," you mumbled, failing to fight back a yawn as you worked your way out of his embrace to sit up on the bed. "Your machine parts arrive today if your supplier and the postal service is on schedule. I just have to get all the duplicate documents I've had hidden away in your workshop together so I can send them over to my contacts in Scotland Yard." Excitement colored your features as you reached for his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "It's almost over. We actually did it. You're almost free."

Thomas' stomach dropped as the reality of the situation dawned on him, mentally counting back on how long it had been since he carried you in his arms across the threshold of Allerdale Hall and you concocted a plan that might grant him his freedom from Lucille's reign of terror. Three and a half weeks. He would be expecting the notice from the post office any day now. Tears prickled in the back of his eyes as your words haunted him.

You'll be free from me, too.

You seemed oblivious to the darkness that begun to plague him as you bounded your way over to the wardrobe, starting to dress yourself so that you two could grab something to eat. And check on your mail for the day.

Thomas made his way to you, gently placing his hands over yours while you did up the buttons up the back of your dress. "May I?"

"Go ahead," you said breathily, releasing your hold on the stiff buttons. Your husband took his time carefully slipping each stiff button through its loop, softly kissing your temple as he worked his way up your back.

He rushed to grab for your collar piece before you reached for it, making you both break out into light chuckles as he tightened his other arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek once he'd successfully grabbed the piece of fabric. "Never pictured you to be the type that had a playful mood, husband," you giggled, righting yourself and gathering your hair in your hands so he could secure the piece around your neck.

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, the sound of your staggered breathing and faint whimper spurring him on to press another. And another. All so that the words that danced on the tip of his tongue couldn't escape. Come back to bed. I wish to hold you a while longer. I have no desire to leave this room.

And the most dangerous words of all. Words that he never thought he would say to another and fully mean them. I love you. And I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Thomas," you gasped his name like you were fighting for breath, reaching behind you and holding on to him to keep yourself upright. He groaned against your neck when your hand met the bare skin of his stomach. "What's gotten into you?"

His adamant words from many nights ago nearly slipped from his lips. You're my wife. I should be with you. It should be you.

"Can I not simply indulge in greeting my wife--"

The sharp rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door pulled you both harshly out of the moment, worsened by the shrill tone of Lucille on the other end. "If you both dawdle about, breakfast will get cold."

"We'll be down shortly, Lucille, just start without us," you called back, muttering something about mood ruiners. "We should go," you told him with a downhearted exhale, your breath hitching again when it seemed that the last few moments seemed to have no effect on Thomas, who resumed with kissing along the column of your neck. "Thomas, didn't you hear your sister? Breakfast will get cold."

"Then we'll eat it cold, darling," he mumbled, setting your collar piece back down on your dresser so he could wrap his arms around you. He turned you around in his arms, mesmerized as he watched your hair slip from your hand and fall to frame your face. "Have I told you how exquisite you look in the morning light?"

You broke out into a smile, averting your gaze from his as you made a motion to step out of his hold. "Thomas come on, we should go you need to--"

"Or how I think you're absolutely brilliant?" he cut you off, framing your face in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. Will I ever get to tell you that I've fallen in love with you? he thought to himself, savoring the fleeting moment where you returned his kiss before breaking it, taking a step backward and looking visibly flustered.

There was a long moment of deafening quiet before you spoke again, your tone soft, almost wistful. "If you keep this up, Sir Sharpe, I'll have no choice but to miss you when this is all over." Your expression became guarded, veiling to your husband the poignant fact that you, too, dreaded what would come after today.

The truth was that you already missed him, longed for him, even when he was already within your arm's reach. Just as he longed for you.

"There is still no mail that has come for your wife, Thomas," Lucille seethed the moment she made his way to his side as he fixed some tea for both of you. "I am growing quite impatient, it's nearly been a month and still no correspondence regarding her inheritance has come for her. In fact, no correspondence has come for her at all. As if there isn't a single soul that even cares to check up on her. Keep in touch. Could it be possible, sweet boy, that this Y/N is playing us for fools?"

A lump formed in Thomas' throat at his sister's suggestion, panic rising inside of him knowing how close her speculation actually was to the truth. "She did mention her father was quite the busy man, perhaps he has been overwhelmed with his work and will reach out soon."

"Well the old fool better hurry," she hissed. "The sooner we get what we need from this one, the sooner we can build toward an even better life together. Perhaps even make our way out of this decaying house. Finally let it sink to the ground."

The only better life I can envision is with the woman waiting for me at the dining table, he wanted so desperately to bite back. "Has any correspondence arrived for me, sister?" He struggled to keep his composure, forcing a smile on his face as he faced her cold, calculating features. How could you ever have convinced me that what we had, what you had me do, was love?

She was visibly taken aback by how he diverted the conversation, no longer speaking in a hushed tone and ensuring that you could hear from where you sat. "There--There is. A notice that those parts you ordered for your machine have come in. You'll need to sign for them at the post office."

"Excellent, I can bring Y/N along with me. Make a day of it."

Your face lit up at the mention of the notice. His supplier was perfectly within schedule. The end of your time together truly was drawing near; nearer than he ever wanted. "I would love to come with you to the city, husband," you beamed at him. "There are some letters I wish to send to my family as well. Keep them apprised of what I've been up to since getting married. All about Allerdale Hall and its rich history."

"That sounds like a perfect idea," Lucille told you both through gritted teeth. "I hope you two have a lovely time, then. Do try to get home before the blizzard strikes." Before Thomas made his way back to you, Lucille grabbed his arm in a talon-like grip. "The moment any form of correspondence comes for her, you are to tell me right away, dear brother. My patience can only last for so long."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, aren't you quite the sight to behold. How long has it been since you've aided us in a case with your expansive knowledge?" Detective Jeffries, a colleague of yours from Scotland Yard, was there to pick up his own mail from the post office and bumped into you and Thomas right as you arrived.

"Too long, Jeffries. Hopefully not so long that you'd all forgotten that the reason for my prolonged absence has been my acclimation to married life. I actually go by Lady Sharpe now," you politely corrected him, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing toward your husband. There was a noticeable pinch at your heart calling yourself that. Lady Sharpe. You wouldn't be for long if things worked out according to plan. "I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Sir Thomas Sharpe. Lord of Allerdale Hall."

There was a fleeting moment of pure glee on Thomas' face at your introduction before he settled into a more cordial expression, stepping forward to shake the detective's hand. "Good to meet you, Detective," he greeted, placing his other hand on the small of your back before stepping back to your side. "I shall go see to my deliveries now, darling." Before he walked away and let you catch up with your colleague, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving you a soft smile before walking further into the post office for his parcel.

"And here I once recalled a feisty consultant insisting that she'd never fall in love or become the marrying type," Jeffries teased, wagging a finger at you as if to tell you 'I told you so'. "Matrimony becomes you, though, my friend. Both you and your husband are positively radiant with your adoration for one another. It doesn't take a detective to notice that."

His remark sat heavily in your heart, every part of you struggling not to give it away that the words struck a nerve. This marriage was a sham, and it would all be over soon. Thomas was just doing a remarkable job at pretending, and you…you didn't have to. Out here in public, feeding into the image of a newlywed couple happily in love, this was the only time you could let your love for him show. To communicate the sentiment that you would never dare to with words.

"Right well uhm…" You cleared your throat, shaking your head as if to shoo the conversation away. "What you said about aiding you all with a case…that's actually what I came here for. You remember those cases on the board that we could never make any headway on? Enola Sciotti? Edith Cushing? Pamela Upton? All missing persons cases?"

"Don't tell me you were spending your honeymoon investigating these cases, Y/N, that's simply depressing--"

"I didn't actively seek out the information, I stumbled into it," you cut him off, clutching the envelope of documents in your hand with a death grip. "Married into it, really."

Sheer horror colored your friend's features, throwing a look at the baronet currently making small talk with the workers inside as he signed for his parcels. "He--"

"No, Jeffries, not him. His sister. Lucille Sharpe. Right piece of work, that one. Sad to say they're no longer 'missing persons' cases." You placed the envelope into his hands, holding his gaze and hoping that he could see the desperation in your eyes. "These are copies of death certificates, marriage certificates, and money transfers. It paints a morbid timeline that will tell you what happened, what's been happening, behind the doors of Allerdale Hall. I've also made a transcript from recordings I found from a phonograph. One of his former wives caught a confession from Lucille Sharpe. There's a map of the manor in there as well, showing you where you'll find all the original documents and the recording cylinders."

"Y/N, if this is all true, you're not safe in that manor." His tone was laced with more than understandable concern. "Neither of you are."

"That's why I need you to get those documents to Scotland Yard as soon as you can and come to Allerdale Hall to arrest Lucille," you told him, your own fears starting to creep into your words as they stumbled out of your mouth. "She's already getting stir-crazy waiting for an inheritance to come to me that doesn't even exist. We've only barely managed to convince her that there's a windfall coming my way, but it won't be long until she grows impatient enough to kill me anyway and start fresh. Jeffries, we can't let her harm another woman for the sake of satiating her bottomless pit of hunger for money and status."

Now the detective clutched the documents tightly in his grasp, giving you a nod before flagging down a carriage. "We should have a squad there tomorrow. Until then you two stay safe. Perhaps try and spend the night elsewhere, just to make sure." He reached out to you, both of you grasping the other's forearm in a show of trust and respect. "Thank you, Y/L/N--I mean, Sharpe. You're about to bring closure to a whole lot of distraught families with this."

You only nodded, fear for your own safety creating a lump in your throat you found near impossible to swallow. "Let's focus on putting Lucille behind bars before we focus on what comes after. Thank you, Jeffries." You closed the door to the carriage and tapped on the wooden panel twice. "To Scotland Yard!" you called out to the coachman, who tipped his hat to you before the carriage began to move.

As you made your way back into the post office, you tried to force a wide smile onto your face, stomping down any fears you had for what awaited you once you made your way back to Allerdale Hall. And any anticipation you had for the heartache that would accompany your inevitable divorce.

Once you were within arm's reach, Thomas reached for your hand, pulling you towards him and wrapping his free arm around your waist before softly kissing your lips. "There you are, sweetheart." He quickly noticed the absence of the envelope from your hands. "It's done?"

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It's done," you confirmed. "We really did it."

The entire time that Thomas inspected the coil springs and other machine parts that were delivered for him, he kept his arm around your waist, his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. His face was a mix of emotions, the plainest to see being relief, no doubt from the realization steadily creeping in that in a few short days he truly would be free from all of this.

There was a disquiet in his eyes, too. One that he tried so hard to mask, but you'd gotten to know him well enough ever since your courtship that no smile, no matter how bright or breathtaking, could ever mask it from you. And you knew exactly where his concern lied. It wouldn't take long for Scotland Yard to conclude that even though he had not been the one administering the potion, or the one holding the cleaver, he still bore a great amount of responsibility for the deaths of all his former wives.

Thomas would be seen as an accomplice to his sister's crimes; perhaps a case could even be argued for third-degree murder because of his administering of the cyanide. Sure the documents would reveal Lucille to be the mastermind, but they would also reveal that in some of those cases that had gone cold, Thomas was partly the executioner.

You flinched in his hold when the sound of the post office's main doors slamming shut hit your ears, all of you inside turning your heads toward the man holding the handles, a frantic look in his eyes. "The storm's gotten too strong," he huffed out, slumping to the ground. "No carriages in or out of the area, if the lot of us value our safety."

Your husband let out a sigh of relief, holding you closer against him before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Perhaps when we arrive at the manor tomorrow we need not even face her," he whispered into your hair.

"Yes, and while that is a marvelous turn of events, husband, we are faced with one…tiny problem." He tilted his head at you slightly, prompting you to continue. "We're still stuck here, and the nearest inn to rent a room is a good walk away. In this storm we'd likely freeze before we even reached the front door."

"Ah, yes…that," he murmured, brows knitted together as he tried to look around the post office for a possible place to pass the time.

"Erm…we might have something that could house yous," one of the workers spoke up, jerking his head towards the back of the office, signaling for you to follow him. "We 'ave a little suite here set up for whenever the owner comes by and wants to spend a few days in the city. Sure he won't mind if you use it for tonight."

He opened the doors to reveal a quaint bedroom that felt a far cry from the echoes of faded opulence that your room in Allerdale Hall held, and yet still emanated the feel of a warm embrace that home was supposed to feel like. When you looked upon Thomas, you could see from his expression that he likely held a similar sentiment.

"This will do more than fine," he stated, holding out his hand to the worker to shake. "Thank you."

"So now that your grievous time with Lucille is finally coming to a close, what are your plans for…well, the rest of your life? Your freedom?" you asked Thomas through the divider in the room, trying to keep your tone casual as you changed into your underdress, preparing for sleep.

He answered you with a sharp huff. "In truth, darling, I haven't even begun to think about it yet. I feel as if I am not completely in the clear yet. Best to focus my attention on that first before thinking about what I wish for my freedom to look like."

You took out the final pin in your hair, setting it down on the little table by the window, next to your blades, before stepping out from behind the divider, your husband immediately catching sight of the furrowed brows and the grimace on your face. "I'm sure Scotland Yard will have a degree of leniency, considering that Lucille's arrest will lead to the closing of multiple cold cases on their board."

"That was entirely your work, Y/N. Your work in making the arrest possible is all that they will see--"

"And I wouldn't have been able to accomplish any of it if I didn't have help," you cut him off, making your way over to him and placing your hands on his shoulders, giving him a slight shake. "Not just from the spirits in that house, but from you. If I didn't have you in my corner, I would've been caught that first night. I know that I owe you a great debt for what you--"

The rest of your words died in a muffled squeak as he pulled you to him, the jerking motion causing you to straddle him on the bed as he captured your lips in a sudden kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips moving against yours, his hands roaming your body freely until they buried themselves in your hair.

He groaned against you, the sound melting into the sweetest sounding whimper when you crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. This would be the last night that you could call him your husband; perhaps you could allow yourself a sliver of indulgence. When he broke the kiss, he wrapped his arm securely around your waist before flipping you onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

"My beautiful, brilliant wife," he rasped, the gravelly tone of his voice sending thrills up your spine. He proceeded to kiss along your neck, softly sucking at the base of your throat while he undid the tie at the top of your underdress. A mix between a gasp and a moan escaped you when he hooked your leg around his waist, pressing your hips together.

"Thomas what are you doing?" you asked him dumbly, breathlessly. "We don't need to do this tonight. Or ever again--"

"I want to," he mumbled, pressing a kiss above your heart. "I wish to lay with you, Y/N Sharpe." He kissed his way back up to your lips, looking at you with those pleading pup-like eyes that made him near impossible to resist. That whittled your resolve down to nearly nothing. "Please…"

You were finding it increasingly difficult to deny him, especially with how he was pressed against you, and you could feel his erection even through the layers of his trousers and what sheer clothing you had on yourself. And considering how you'd come to feel about him in the weeks past, how alarmingly quickly you recovered from the shock of his true predicament and the actual circumstances of your marriage, and you still found yourself falling so recklessly in love with him, most parts of you wanted nothing more than to say yes to him.

But then there was the borderline unwelcome party in your internal argument. The logical voice in your head that rationalized his actions as an overwhelming gratitude mistaken for desire. That you had done so much to get him out of the diabolical inescapable captivity that Lucille manipulated him into, and he couldn't articulate his gratitude to the point that in his mind, he saw it as an urge to lay with you.

"Thomas…" you said his name slowly, trying so hard to keep your head level and work against your more primal urge to just shout your assent. Taking deep breaths wasn't any help; it just pressed your bodies closer together, the slightest shift in his hips threatening to drive you mad. "Think about this for a moment…Wouldn't you rather wait until you could lay with someone that you love?"

There was a split second where a pained look crossed his face, before he leaned back down to softly capture your lips, moaning into the kiss when you threaded your fingers through his curls. "I wish to at least do something for you." He kissed you again before presenting you with another all too tempting offer. "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you."

He kissed a trail along your jaw, his breath warming your skin before he traced the shell of your ear with his tongue. His next words had you letting out a whimper of his name, your desire for him that had been simmering for weeks now starting to boil over.

"I've been reading through the books in the manor's library, and all I wish to do is show you what I've learned. To explore these avenues of pleasuring with you. My wife. Please. Let me at least do that."

Another whimper escaped you, the only sound you could manage to make as you finally relented and nodded your head. There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he scanned your face, eyes never leaving yours as his hand made its way under your dress and up between your legs. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan once his fingers made contact with your slick arousal, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a half-smile.

He breathed your name, carefully studying every detail of your face as he traced up along the length of your slit, his mouth breaking out into a devilish grin when you arched your back off the bed, screaming for him when he touched the hardened bundle of nerves above your entrance. "Exquisite," he rasped, repeating the motion and causing you to let out a sharp moan. You could only manage a whimper when he started to kiss along your collarbone while those sinful fingers kept on stroking you, dipping into your warmth before making their way back to your clit.

Before long you felt a tension at your lower stomach, begging to be released. Whenever you'd reached this point in your solitude, back in the city, from your own touch, you would close your legs. The sensation was too great and you would stop yourself. Catch your breath. Having your husband situated between your legs made it impossible to close them now, his fingers still diligently stroking you. "Thomas p-please," you squeaked, struggling to breathe. "'S too m-much for me."

"Not enough," he muttered against your skin, stroking at you faster as he kissed at your collarbone. "Let go, darling. I've got you." He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your neck, flicking his tongue against the spot and letting out a whimper that sent you over the edge, your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing as he continued to stroke at your clit.

Thomas proceeded to kiss down your chest while you tried to catch your breath, pulling back his fingers from you to firmly hold on to your hips, pinning you to the bed as his lips descended further down. You uttered his name in a breathless question, your heart beating even faster when his hands moved to hike your underdress up your legs and place your thighs on his shoulders.

"I'm not done yet," he said with a whimper, kissing his way up your inner thigh and looking up to meet your eyes, his pupils blown out so wide his eyes were near black. Shining with a sincerity that stole what air remained from your lungs. "I wish to taste you."

"Thomas what are you--Oh!" You arched your back off the bed once more, letting out an obscene moan as he licked up your entrance and closed his mouth around the oversensitized nub above it. The sight of his onyx curls subtly moving with every bob of his head, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you in place, immediately burned itself into your memory.

You would remember every devastatingly pleasurable moment of tonight for as long as you'd live. Remember him.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the brink of orgasm again, mercilessly flicking his tongue against you until you came undone, your husband making you ride his tongue while you came down from your high. Soft groans slipped from his mouth while he licked away at your release, kissing along your inner thighs again when he brought the fabric of your underdress over your legs again.

There were no words left in your mind except one somber truth. "You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe."

Thomas couldn't sleep that night, holding your sleeping form in his arms as he absently stroked at your hair. His life felt like a stick of dynamite that could set off and crumble around him at any moment now; while he allowed himself to feel a touch of relief that soon he would finally be free from Lucille and her wretched ways, that freedom came at a heart-wrenching price.

You.

Your words before you went slack in his hold haunted him, ringing constantly in his mind now like an eerie church choir. You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe.

His day ended the same way it began, watching your peaceful features as your head rested on his chest. With him speaking words he hoped would somehow reach you in your dreams. "I want to make you happy, Y/N." He didn't bother fighting back the tears that welled in his eyes as the thought slammed into him that this may very well be the last night he had with you.

And then you would disappear from his life. You'll be free from me, too.

"I don't want to be free of you," he whispered through the suppressed sobs. "I wish to be free with you. I love you, Y/N Sharpe." He pressed his lips to your forehead, a tear rolling down his cheek as he did so. "Please don't leave me."

A/N: In today's episode of "YN is stronger than all of us" 🥴 I know that this is super slow going but I promise there are plans to guide me through writing the rest of the series and I'll get to finishing it 🫡

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[Original Prompt]

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of a golden pocket watch Aventurine had carelessly placed on the edge of his ornate desk. It gleamed in the dim light, catching the flicker of a nearby lamp—the same way your presence caught his attention no matter how often he pretended it didn’t. His hand hovered over a stack of scattered documents, but his eyes were far away, staring at the ceiling like it might offer him some clarity.

In his mind, your image surfaced, unbidden and unrelenting. You were laughing softly, that small, genuine sound that always seemed so far removed from the world he inhabited. Aventurine had built his life on risk and duplicity, but around you, he felt... different. It wasn’t that you disarmed him—no, he was too guarded for that—but you made him wonder. What would it feel like to stop playing the game for just one moment? To let someone see the cracks beneath the mask?

But he couldn’t.

You were an anomaly in his carefully constructed world, a gamble he didn’t dare take. He told himself it was for your sake, sparing you the weight of his lies, his manipulations, the shards of his fractured soul. Yet, deep down, he knew the truth. He was afraid. Not of you, but of the fragility you represented—the vulnerability he buried beneath calculated smiles and dangerous deals.

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, the fabric of his coat pooling around him like shadows. His left hand clenched briefly before disappearing behind his back, an unconscious habit born of fear he rarely acknowledged. He stared at the ceiling again, trying to banish the thought of you from his mind, but it lingered, stubborn and insistent.

“I think about us a lot,” he admitted silently to the room, though the words felt too raw to say aloud. "Even though 'us' doesn't exist."

He could almost picture it—your hand brushing his as you walked side by side, the way your smile might falter when you saw the darker corners of his soul, the inevitable moment when you’d leave. Because you would. They all did, eventually.

The ticking of the pocket watch grew louder, like a taunt. Time moved on, as it always did, yet Aventurine remained stuck in this quiet torment. He didn’t allow himself to feel regret often—it was too dangerous, too consuming—but with you, he couldn’t help it.

He leaned forward abruptly, his hands pressing into the desk’s polished surface. His reflection stared back at him, fragmented by the design engraved into the wood. It was fitting, he thought bitterly. He was always fractured, always betting on outcomes he knew could never favor him.

And yet...

He reached for the pocket watch, snapping it shut with a sharp click. The silence that followed felt heavier than the ticking ever had. Aventurine rose from his chair, his steps deliberate as he crossed the room to stand by the window. The city lights glittered below, a thousand possibilities waiting to be seized. But all he could think about was you—what you were doing, where you were, whether you ever thought of him the way he thought of you.

It was foolish, he knew. Sentimentality had no place in his world. But for a fleeting moment, Aventurine let himself imagine it—what it would be like to hold you close, to hear your laughter without the weight of his lies, to let someone truly see him.

The thought hurt more than he expected.

Aventurine turned away from the window, pulling his overcoat tighter around his shoulders. He allowed himself one last glance toward the door, as if you might suddenly appear. But it remained closed, just like the part of his heart that would always be yours.

With a bitter smile, he strode back to his desk, shuffling the documents into neat piles. The game continued, and he played on, as he always did. But tonight, as he worked under the glow of the flickering lamp, he couldn’t help but wonder if, for once, he had made the wrong gamble.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 8 months ago

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Revision Notes

The lead-up to exam season can be a stressful time for many students. Figuring out when, where & how to revise all the information you've covered throughout the year can feel overwhelming, especially if you haven't started any initial plans for revision.

Make a Revision Plan

To ensure your revision notes are as effective as possible, start with a plan.

Create a study schedule that outlines when you need to start making your notes so that they become a valuable revision tool leading up to your exams.

Begin by filling in your timetable with exam dates, allowing you to work backwards from the definitive end date.

Break down each week into study days for each subject you need to revise and make notes for.

Outside of school, experts recommend dedicating an hour per subject per week, gradually increasing as exams draw nearer.

Chunk your exams into subjects and topics for a specific, workable timetable.

Remember to allocate time for social activities, hobbies, and other commitments to maintain focus, stay committed to your revision plan, and achieve your goals.

Collate Your Notes

Once your revision plan is in place, gather all your notes for each subject into one central location.

Avoid the hassle of sifting through old notebooks by decluttering and consolidating notes from various sources like school textbooks, homework, personal reading, and tutoring.

Remove duplicate content and have everything in one accessible place. Whether you prefer handwriting or typing, maintain a consistent format for each topic.

This stage may be time-consuming, but having all your information in one place sets the foundation for effective memorisation.

Add Detail from Textbooks and Guides

Refer to reliable revision guides and textbooks to ensure comprehensive coverage and fill any knowledge gaps. These recommended resources should align with your syllabus, providing clear explanations at your learning level.

Delve deeper into less familiar topics for better understanding.

Add any crucial details to your existing revision notes, ensuring clarity and coherence. Avoid mere copying; instead, focus on key statistics, dates, phrases, or explanations.

Leverage end-of-topic quizzes in revision books to test your grasp of the material.

Establish a Uniform Style

Maintain uniform formatting across different topics and subjects to enhance focus and aid memory recall.

Consistent use of colours, fonts, and styles fosters a conducive learning environment. This creative aspect of formatting can provide a welcome break from the monotony.

Summarise Everything

Once you've settled on a format, begin summarising your notes for easier reference. This process requires significant time allocation, especially for subjects like GCSEs where you may have numerous topics.

Transition from verbatim copying to concise summaries by eliminating non-essential words and using symbols.

Opt for topic keywords followed by brief explanations.

Reflect on the content's clarity and refine further if needed.

This step, while time-intensive, yields a refined set of revision notes for each subject and topic, preparing you for the revision process.

Keep Condensing

Maintain active engagement with your notes by continually refining them.

Aim to distill long-form notes into shorter, memory-triggering documents containing essential keywords, numbers, equations, and phrases.

This process prompts your brain to focus on crucial information.

While the ultimate goal is to memorise without reliance on notes, having condensed versions as a reference can serve as a helpful memory aid.

By following these steps, you'll have a well-organised set of revision notes ready for your exams. Remember, the key is to make the material your own through active engagement and condensation.

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tragedynoir · 2 years ago

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— introducing 011: COTTAGE TALES + [ link ]

a nanowrimo / novel planning google doc template with a cute, doodle-like aesthetic that is warm and inviting to cheer you on during your writing journey! this template contains a lot of functional elements, and is also made to accommodate any long and large amounts of writing and planning. all illustrations in this document and the sticker pack were hand drawn by me! this premium template and a full page-by-page preview can be found in the link above or in the source link.

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if-seal · 20 days ago

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dear seal, starting with: i hope you have a nice day/ night and everything in between! you don't have to help us nor give advice and for that i am grateful you choose to.

do you have any suggestions as to how to name IFs? (so sorry if you've already answered this) i have a title in mind but when i asked my friend for her opinion, she didn't think it fit. when i searched online, they talked about finding one to encompass the general theme of the story or name it after an important thing in the story but i've been trying that for years with other projects and it never turns out well.

Dear Naming Friend,

Thank you so very much for your kind comments and well wishes! Naming can be a tricky and weighty business, and I am very happy to give you some thoughts on it!

I think if you love your current title and feel like it fits your game, do feel free to use it with my blessing! Or share it with other friends and see what they think - it might be that it just wasn't the first friend's thing.

And you can change your title if you want to, even after you've initially revealed your project to the world. Better to do that rather than stick with one you don't love.

Whether you are thinking of changing the title or of reassessing your current one, I absolutely recommend searching for your chosen title or similar ones to check that you're not duplicating something that already exists by accident. Read it out plenty of times to see how it feels to say. Sometimes a title will look lovely on the page but feels stumbling when you say it out loud.

I believe themes or in-universe elements can be nice starting points for figuring out a title, or perhaps the shape of your title, but if those aren't grabbing you or you've had tricky experiences figuring that out, here are some suggestions that may be useful to you beyond themes or in-universe elements:

-You may find it useful to consider what "shape" you'd like the title to have: a single word, a phrase, an in-game element, and so on. I would generally suggest caution when it comes to very long titles with a lot of elements in them, such as the imaginary SELKIE'S HEART: LIGHTHOUSE FURY BENEATH THE STARS or such... but on the other hand plenty of people adore those kinds of titles so if it works for you, embrace it!

-Try making a document of lots of name ideas, adding to the list whenever a word or phrase sounds interesting or could be related, even tangentially, to your game or plot. This could be as simple as a notes app on your phone

-It is useful to write down many ideas without really thinking about them, good and bad, with no pressure on whether you're going to use them - just dipping into your brain to see what comes out

-Come up with a lot of deliberately bad titles that sound too generic, boring, or misleading but that someone might conceivably use for your game. This can help clear out the cobwebs of your brain.

-Relatedly, assign your game a placeholder while you wait for inspiration to strike. Do not use a placeholder that could be at all usable! It should be truly horrid. When my roommate @hpowellsmith was searching for a title for what became THE EARTH HAS TEETH, a friend suggested - apologies for the coarse language - Stormfucker 2099: Choice Choicington Investigates for a dreadful placeholder to avoid getting attached to a temporary title. Now personal taste is subjective, but I think most of us will agree that no one would want to use that one!

-Another friend provided a link to wordhippo.com which is a remarkably handy thesaurus site that I've found more useful than some of the other sites. Besides which it is also a helpful aquatic mammal, just like me! Less mammalian helpful sites include relatedwords.org and powerthesaurus.org.

-You might also try having an aim of listing 20 titles and rereading them, focusing not on the first ones you think of, nor of the ones where you're scraping for ideas, but the middle ones which may feel more interesting than the initial burst of ideas

As you see, this approach tends towards a scattershot one. Sometimes a title will come as a first flash of inspiration and nothing else will feel right, but that's rather rare. Best of luck, author friend!

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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 2 months ago

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by Rachel O'Donoghue

It was right there, on their website. For all to see. Evidence that a major American news outlet — one with prestige, resources, and supposedly rigorous editorial standards — had quietly published, almost word-for-word, what can only be described as a press release from a designated terrorist organization.

Earlier this month, CBS News ran a story about an alleged Israeli airstrike on a school in Gaza. The headline set the tone: “Israeli strike on Gaza school allegedly kills 31 Palestinians, many kids, but IDF says it hit Hamas.”

Already, the usual red flags: a suspiciously specific death toll, immediate emphasis on children among the casualties, and of course, the requisite skepticism toward the IDF’s explanation — all paired with the now-standard framing of an aggressive Israel recklessly targeting civilians, rather than Hamas.

According to CBS, the death toll was sourced from the “Civil Defense rescue agency in Gaza,” which in turn cited medical records from Al-Ahli Hospital — the same hospital that, just days after CBS published its report, was revealed to contain a Hamas operations center inside the facility. That’s right: inside the hospital. Just to give you an idea of the reliability of the sources CBS deems fit to cite.

And yet, rather than question the reliability of medical records emerging from a Hamas-controlled war zone — or pause to consider the well-documented strategy of placing multiple command centers in civilian institutions — CBS instead cast doubt on the IDF. Why? Because the IDF had issued similar warnings the day before, when targeting a different Hamas site. Apparently, the editorial team at CBS finds it hard to believe that a terror group that has ruled Gaza with an iron grip for nearly two decades might operate more than one military facility embedded in civilian infrastructure.

We know. Shocking. Almost as if tunnel networks, human shields, and base duplication are all part of Hamas’ war strategy.

But the real giveaway came in a line CBS quietly scrubbed from its article after publication — with no correction, no note, no admission. The line that read:

The death toll of the Israeli aggression has risen to 50,609 martyrs.

Yes, really. “Martyrs.” And “Israeli aggression.” Directly lifted from Hamas propaganda.

At some point, a CBS journalist hit Ctrl+C on that phrasing and dropped it straight into a news story — no quotation marks, no attribution, no context. Just presented as plain, unqualified fact.

This is how warped coverage of Israel’s war with Hamas has become: ideologically blinkered or just plain lazy reporters sourcing claims from the most biased actors in the region and piping them directly into American living rooms under the banner of “journalism.”

We’ve seen it before. HonestReporting has documented how outlets like UPI routinely republish Hamas talking points. The BBC, The Guardian, NPR — all have quoted Hamas press officers and “health ministry” officials as if they were neutral observers rather than representatives of a proscribed terrorist organization.

This is how distortion becomes doctrine. This is how Hamas’ narrative — complete with inflated death tolls, blood-soaked victimhood, and cartoon-villain depictions of Israel — spreads far beyond Gaza’s borders.

When Western news outlets start parroting the language of groups banned in their own countries, it’s not just a lapse in editorial judgment. It’s complicity.

#media bias #cbs news #hamas propaganda

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tthevoic3s · 7 months ago

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From blood births life and death - Chapter 5

Success with no purpose

Word Count: 2,084

MASTERPOST

Maya was painfully aware of being wanted by the military, and that probably all the activity back in the headquarters was solely focused on trying to find a way to get her back. No, not her. The documents. She still hadn’t had time to read them, and she probably wouldn’t have had any even later.

She had stolen them with success, but for what purpose? She should have returned back to the colony the day later, as soon as possible, at all costs. She knew that Higgs would have been probably involved, and she knew how ruthless that man could be. He would have ordered to raid the whole village - for how comical it must have sounded - just to gain back the truth he and his allies had been hiding.

Maya worked so hard to finally uncover it, she thought. She rolled abruptly on the soft cloth that served as her makeshift bed, clenching her fists around her ginger locks and pulling her hair in frustration. She just had to read the mission report and prove that Higgs was basing his whole colonialist propaganda on lies, yet it always seemed to fail for her. Maybe it was a plan too ambitious for a seventeen-year-old girl. Maybe she just liked to play the rebel, pretending to seek revenge for her father’s death. Maybe it was really useless.

She turned around again, sighing in frustration. She must have moved too abruptly, because she felt the wound on her leg sting again. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle a lament.

“Can’t sleep?”

The boy’s voice grounded her back to reality, almost startling her. She thought he was already fast asleep by that moment. Well, maybe he thought the same, but her restless Maya’s tossing and turning in bed must have made it impossible for him to sleep.

“Mh?”

“Y-Yeah.” She replied, covering her head under the tissue, in embarrassment.

Andrew rubbed his eyes and sat down next to her, resting the head on his arm, on the table.

A smile tugged at his lips, as he slightly tugged the tissue away from her to see Maya’s face to see her better.

“Does your leg still hurt?” He asked softly, Maya’s gaze meeting his eyes as she sat up.

“Kinda.”

He must have thought she was one of a few words, not that he was particularly an extrovert himself. At least, he didn’t seem on the verge of passing out from anxiety anymore, and this kinda made Maya feel a little better.

”Thanks, by the way.”

“And for what?- I mean, yeah, I couldn’t just.. leave you there to die. It would have been cruel.”

Maya chuckled to herself as he looked back at him, bringing her knees near her chest and resting her arms on them.

“Still not as cruel as the things they say about your kind.” She thought to herself, her voice barely audible since she didn’t want him to actually hear.

He still noticed her shift in attitude, and tilted his head slightly in curiosity.

“What?”

”It’s just… - Maya trailed off. - let's say humans aren’t so… fond of your kind.”

Andrew’s cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment. She instantly regretted her words as she saw the look on the boy’s eyes.

”N-not me tho!” Maya continued, her voice now higher in volume. “It’s quite complicated to explain, but…”

Andrew kept looking at her, his eyes both wary and curious in a certain way.

“It’s just what they tell us. Really stupid stuff, rules, warnings, you shouldn’t worry about it.”

But the look on her face told that maybe she was the one that should’ve had to worry about these rules. She knew it, yet she never cared about it.

But now that she’d actually done something serious, doubts started duplicating in her mind. Again, she thought about the trouble of when she would have gotten back to the colony.

“Rules? What kind of… rules?” He asked.

“Humans shouldn’t interact with your kind. They say you’re.. dangerous. It’s just that.”

It wasn’t just that, obviously. But Maya thought, and thought well, that maybe that was enough. She didn’t know much about the actual ideas the new leaders were onto, even if she wanted to, and she couldn’t start telling random conspiracies to a stranger, let alone a giant, even if he was trying to be understanding.

Andrew shrugged in response.

“I mean, it’s not like I could blame them. But… we haven’t seen one of you here from, uh, only the Gods know how much.”

“Yeah, again… It’s complicated.”

And Maya hated it. Why was everything so fucking complicated all the time?

If her father was still alive, all those stupid warnings and made up scare techniques Scott introduced wouldn’t exist.

She clenched her fists, a frown deepening into her face. She knew there was something under it, and not being able to comprehend it was more than frustrating.

“Guess humans just found this land appealing again, huh?” She tried to joke around it, even if it was everything other than funny.

“Guess so. But it's kind of weird not wanting to interact with us at all costs, if they did.”

Maya shook her head, shrugging.

“If I was the leader things would be different, trust me.”

Andrew gave her a small nod, clearly too tired to elaborate further response. She even felt a little guilty for keeping him awake all night after he saved her. She really must have been a pain, she thought, yet he’d been so patient.

The proof that whatever dehumanizing propaganda humans were spreading just as a scare tactic, was in fact wrong, made her blood boil from anger.

For him, it must have been all new, even unbelievable. A creature you thought not to even exist spawning out of nowhere, telling you that she shouldn’t even have interacted with you because of some unexplained rules. It must have been so utterly confusing, and despite the initial panic, Andrew was handling it well. Maybe not exactly well, but better than whatever Maya had imagined. He looked like he genuinely cared about her being okay, despite his naive attitude and curiosity.

She looked back at him, who had now drifted off with his head nestled between his arms. For how much she hated the new propaganda and believed in her father’s pacifist ideas, she wasn’t surprised that who had been depicted as a ruthless savage was literally just a guy.

As the memory of her father came back into her mind, she turned around and looked at the bag that was still laying on the table, next to her makeshift bed.

She stretched her arm and grabbed it, ravaging inside and pulling out the now crumpled sheets. She read through the document quickly, almost frantically, her eyes darting from one side of the page to the other as she searched for any trace of what might reveal the truth behind the mission. Her father’s aim, she knew, was to establish a peaceful collaboration rather than seizing and exploiting the land. That much was clear; he had written it boldly in capital letters in that very document. Yet, as for any mention of an “interaction” with the natives? Nothing—not a single trace.

Still, she’d been told her father was killed by a native. How convenient, she thought, that no proof existed of that claim. But to be fair, there wasn’t proof, either, that he’d been murdered by his own companions—or rather, those who had called themselves his companions. Of course, Higgs would never have documented something like that, but she knew that in her bones. Her father had died for his ideals, ideals that clashed with the pure colonialism Higgs was trying to impose.

And if she had no way to prove it, there was no way to stop whatever plan he was building.

She sighed, lying back down on the cloth, arms stretched at her sides holding scattered pages of the document. She turned on her side and tucked them back in her bag, trying to doze off just a bit, at least before getting back to the colony and facing the consequences of her actions.

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Not long passed before dawn actually arrived, the sun rays illuminating the vast room with a warm glow. And now, the unfunny part: understanding how to get back to her colony. She still hadn’t talked about it with Andrew, maybe out of fear or maybe because she needed time to reason on it. She needed to think, to create a sort of plan, but nothing came to her mind.

In fact, it was him who brought up the topic first, as how expectable it was to do it if she didn’t find the courage in time.

“So, uh, Maya… you know, I’m not really the type to keep you hostage.. - Andrew said, trying to lighten up the mood despite the uncomfortable question - so.. I mean, there must be a place you came from, right?”

Yeah, right, dude.

And obviously she couldn’t reach it alone, and neither could he, given the traps - or rather, “safety precautions” as Higgs liked to call them - right all around the perimeter of the human colony.

Maya’s eyes widened, and he saw the flicker of panic in her eyes return. “U-uh… well…” she stammered, looking down at her still bloodied hands. She rushed a hand through her hair.

“Given the fact that I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now, I don’t know how to handle the situation, to be honest.” Andrew looked at her, half curious and half confused.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me, you know, everything. - he clearly wasn’t at ease with the matter either, but he was trying to keep it simple, maybe for her or maybe for the sake of his own sanity. “If you don’t want anybody of your kind to know you interacted with me, I could just… give you a ride where they don’t see you. Or me.”

Maya looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. She knew she had to make a decision, and soon. But the thought of trusting someone she barely knew, even someone as kind as Andrew, was terrifying. Especially because she knew what trouble she threw herself into, even if the real consequences were still unknown to her. She didn’t want him to be involved for sure, but she couldn’t really make sure of that. What if the three soldiers had seen him rescuing her the night before? Not only would she be in trouble, but he would have been a target for sure, and she didn’t want that. She wasn’t really ready to dump everything on him, telling him the dangers and consequences, so she just needed to trust the process. Everything was going to be fine, until she got back inside, at least. Maya tried to get up to test how painful the wound still was. Fortunately, the bullet didn’t hit any bones, just flesh, and he night before she had most likely passed out because of the sheer pain.

She wobbled a bit, Andrew stretching out his hand to help her keep her balance,

“You okay?”

Maya looked up at him, nodding as she got herself back on her feet, holding onto his finger.

“Yes, I think I can do that.” She said finally, referring to what he’d proposed before, a light smile tugging at her lips despite the initial doubt. Maybe he didn’t expect her boldness, since he was kind of taken aback by her response. Maybe he hoped she would deny the offer, his usual - at least for how Maya could have observed - anxious demeanor coming back to the surface. He smiled nervously, nodding slightly.

“Okay… uh..”

The mere fact of holding her again made him feel sick. He wasn’t used to it, and it came with an insane quantity of responsibility he didn’t feel ready to face. What if she dropped her? What if he unintentionally hurt her? What if? What if… okay, no more overthinking. As he saw the almost impatient-nervous look on Maya’s face yet slightly covered by the soft smile on her lips, he finally reached out, to let her climb on his palm.

His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the human’s unexpected ease, like she had done this on a daily basis. How come? He thought. Just the night before she was in shock, screaming, shouting and praying for her life.

Well, humans were pretty weird. Now he had the proof.

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thebleedingwoodland · 3 months ago

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THE SIMS 3 TUTORIAL

HOW TO CREATE CUSTOM FOOD DEFAULT REPLACEMENT MOD USING CUSTOM MESH & WORKING GEOSTATES (FULL, HALF, EMPTY)

This is default replacement replacing existing food in Base Game or Expansion Packs using EA's recipe and custom mesh & texture. If you are not satisfied with EA's existing mesh and texture, sure you can replace them with this easy-to-follow tutorial with pictures explained one by one. No custom recipe, no CCLoader, no scripting.

This is how I created Authentic Chinese Spring Rolls Replacement Mod using custom mesh and texture.

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This tutorial is for intermediate, which means already know the basic principle of doing default replacement mod.

If you are beginner, haven't tried default replacement mod mesh & texture before, recommended to try the Default Replacement Tutorial for Simple Object first. TSRW Workshop, Milkshape, etc. Tools to prepare on that tutorial as well.

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I created this tutorial because there is no tutorial about default replacement food mod using custom mesh and explaining about how to do the GeoStates properly. I did trial-and-error and accidentally found the method how to replace EA mesh with edited mesh, and the GeoStates are fully working.

The challenge of doing food default replacement is that food mesh cannot be cloned simply on s3oc. There's no OBJD for "EggRolls" "Stir-Fry" etc. other food. The only OBJD available for clone on s3oc is Burger.

Sims 3 Object Export cannot replace s3asc because it keeps throwing error and cannot make 3 working GeoStates (Full, Half, Empty).

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Note: You need World Adventures Expansion Pack to use my example, Egg Rolls. You can replace food from Base Game or any Expansion Pack.

✳️ Step 1: Find all Egg Rolls file strings: Cook, Eat Serve files on S3PE

Instead of cloning from s3oc, we have to find the file from game file package on s3pe.

Why? Because the food cannot be cloned simply from OBJD. You cannot find file "Egg Rolls" no matter how careful you inspect every file filtered "WA" (World Adventures Expansion Pack) on s3oc catalogue.

The only food you can clone its OBJD on s30c is Burger. You will clone that Burger OBJD later. Right now you have to find every file with word "Egg Rolls" on game package.

⚠️I suggest you make duplicate of game package for modding purpose instead of using package that is readable by game when the game is running. It is to avoid corruption because you accidentally replaced the files. If corrupt happens you have to re-install the game. ⚠️

Make duplicate of game package you find on your game installation path.

Base game:

The Sims 3> GameData > Shared > Packages > FullBuildep1.package

Expansion Pack:

The Sims 3> GameData > Shared > DeltaPackages>p02 > DeltaBuild_p02.package (Depending the release of Expansion Pack & Stuff Pack)

My duplicate of game package folder looks like this.

Open s3pe. Open FullBuildep1.package.

Type Name "EggRolls" on box.

Tick besides Name and Filter Active, then click "Set" button. It will give your result "EggRolls" filtered by its own.

Select all files until they are in blue selected, Right Click > Copy.

File > New. Right Click > Paste...

Then your files are all pasted into new S3PE document. You can delete ticks on Egg Rolls filter, as the package is no longer filtered.

File > Save .package. Give the name of the package such as "[Your username]_AmericanEggRollsEA". For my own example, "TBW_AmericanEggRollsEA."

We will use this package as a base to be replaced with new resource codes later. Put this package on Folder such as "Original EA American Egg Rolls" to make you easier to find the file which is original, which is edited.

✳️Step 2: Export Egg Rolls .s3asc and texture files from S3PE & copy the original resource codes.

Export foodEatEggRolls, foodCookEggRolls, foodServeEggRolls to s3asc.

If you are asking why this MODL should be export to s3asc, it is because we cannot clone OBJD of original EA Egg Rolls from S3oc and imported as .wso format from The Sims Workshop (TSRW). The only mesh of EA Egg Rolls we can get is from .s3asc file we can get from s3pe.

Save the s3asc file: "Cook","Eat", "Serve" on separate organized folder, name it "Original s3asc EA Egg Rolls"

⚠️Warning! The strings too long can cause error when export it.

Sometimes you tried to export the .s3asc but then disappeared and you cannot find where you save it. It is because the S3PE application crashed when you exported it because the strings are too long.

In this case, the original .s3asc you want to export is S3_01661233_08000001_0000000008780D94_foodEatEggRolls%%+MODL_filebase.s3asc

You can delete the long string then leave the "FoodEatEggRolls_filebase.s3asc" for example. Yes, you must add _filebase so it can be saved as .s3asc format.

Save, then the .s3asc will add additional files such as:

foodEatEggRolls_group00.s3ascg foodEatEggRolls_group01.s3ascg

Export the original EA .dds textures "All" and "Used" .

Copy all resource codes of each file to Notepad. Right-Click>Details...

Click Copy TGI to easily copy the codes (Type, Group, Instance) to Notepad.

Click GRID > Resources (3 Dots) > TGI Block List Editor You will see the list consists of 8 lines of_IMG, copy all TGI (Type, Group, Instance) codes to Notepad for easy copy paste later.

✳️Step 3: Copy original GeoStates codes (0, 1, 2, 3)

Click "FoodEatEggRolls" MODL. See the 4 GeoStates on the right side.

GeometryStates[0]: 0x95A36FFE

GeometryStates[1]: 0xD8918A76

GeometryStates[2]: 0x4DB2D3D2

GeometryStates[3]: 0x35B26CCB

Copy all these GeometryStates to Notepad for easy copy paste later.

GeoStates are in three forms.... Full, Half, Empty? But why are 4 GeoStates now?

You will find out later by cloning the base food OBJD in the next Step.

✳️ Step 4: Clone Burger mesh using s3oc & Open the Burger Mesh on TSR Workshop

More steps click spoiler tag “Read More / Keep Reading” below

Search "food" on s3oc.

You will get results like this. Food that can be cloned are Hamburger, Hotdog, Fries (Seasons EP). I choose Hamburger because it's Base Game and it's resembling custom food we want to create.

"Clone or Fix..."> Don't tick Renumber > Start.

Save the package. Open the package on TSR Workshop.

Open TSR Workshop > Create New Project > New Import> Next > Browse EA Burger .package > Next > Next > OK.

You will get Burger mesh preview. Take a look at Mesh tab.

Then see the Group 0 and Group 1. Both have GeoStates.

What is Group 0? What is Group 1?

If you check the the burger's .s3asc exported from s3pe or .wso exported from TSRW

You will see Group 0 is the food mesh as main mesh and Group 1 is the plate.

Go back to TSR preview. You see there are 4 GeoStates under Mesh from Group 0 tab.

By default, the Burger meshes (Full, Half, Empty) are combined into one.

Click each GeoState, from top to bottom.

0x95A36FFE is Full state

0x8A6C4E39 is Half state

0x4DB2D3D2 is Empty State

0x35B26CCB is Full state

✳️ Step 5: Create your edited mesh

Import MODL file (with format .s3asc) of Egg Rolls you exported from s3pe from Step 2 into Milkshape 3D via Sims 3 Object Import by Wesley Howe. From Milkshape, export .obj file to your favourite 3D software to make .obj file as base mesh for your edited mesh.

Create 3 States: Full, Half, Empty.

Export uvmap to editing image software to create the texture.

After you are done and satisfied with your mesh, export your custom mesh only without plate, Full, Half, Empty states in .obj format. Hide EA plate and EA's base mesh before exporting.

✳️ Step 6: Create texture

Import uvmap from your 3D software. Create texture, save in .dds format with the same name as original name of .dds exported from s3pe.

✳️ Step 7: Bone Assignment, Make Group & Export to .wso

Open Milkshape 3D. Import .s3asc of original EA Egg Roll "foodEatEggRolls_filebase.s3asc" from Step 2. Click Joints Tab, tick box "Draw vertices with bone colors" to enable bone colours.

The food shows Purple colour, the plate shows Yellow colour.

*Note that this .s3asc was imported from year 2023, the original colours are like these. If in this recent year 2025 shows different colour such as the plate is Purple, please follow this example, assign the plate Yellow colour, because my method using this Yellow bone colour has been working successfully.

Then import .obj of your edited mesh from 3D software. Delete materials of custom mesh, select custom mesh, regroup, rename to group00.

Your main task is copy Bone Assignment from original EA mesh to your edited mesh.

Check the codes on Joints tab, there are 3. Click each code then click "Assign" to see what is the Bone colour to determine rig for functionality of the object in the game.

0xFEAE6981 --> Yellow 0xCD68F001 --> Purple 0xD0DECA8E --> Light Blue

We will assign the custom mesh with Purple colour, therefore, select the custom mesh, select 0xCD68F001, assign. The custom mesh colour will turn Purple.

After you are finished with the Bone Assignment (Main Mesh is purple, plate is yellow), make sure the groups are correct. Group 00 ---> main mesh. Group 01---> plate. Export them in .wso format.

✳️ Step 8: Import the edited mesh on TSR Workshop

Open Burger .wrk on TSR workshop, import your custom mesh in .wso format. Click folder with green arrow to import .wso.

After importing, you will see your custom mesh and Geostate reset to 0 for all states.

✳️ Step 9: Create Geostates on TSR Workshop, Export to Package

If you click Geostate row, the custom mesh disappears. Because the face is 0. Click on ... dots on the right side of Geostate to open Face Selector. Face Selector is to create Geostates working, Full, Half, Empty. The mesh suddenly appears with grey colour.

Left click to give colour to the face. Colouring faces based on Geostate. Be careful because the mesh is all joined into one. When give colour to Full state, do not give colour to Half state.

0x95A36FFE for the Full State

⚠️Warning! This is the trickiest part of creating Geostates: Texturing the Geostate. Cannot undo. If you wrongly click and want to undo, you have to restart from zero again. If you feel the texture is alright, then save it. You can start from checkpoint from last save if you wrongly clicked. Cancel then load the save to restart. ⚠️

Click 'n pick to click the colour one by one. Basic Square: Drag cursor to give colour in big area. Shift + Left Click: Delete 1 face. Click "Clear" to delete all the colour in one click.

Rotate the camera to make sure all part of expected geostates are textured.

Give colour to other GeoStates.

0x8A6C4E39 for the Half State (half eaten)

0x4DB2D3D2 for the Empty State (crumbs)

After you are done with the texturing GeoStates, export to package. Edit > Project contents, Export> To .package

✳️Step 10: Export MODL filefrom Package saved from TSR Workshop

Save the package with name "SpringRolls_TSRW"

Open s3pe, import package that you saved from TSR Workshop. "SpringRolls_TSRW"

Export MODL, save.

✳️Step 11. Finalizing in s3pe & Replacing the Original MODL with Edited MODL & Correcting the TGI (Type, Group, Instance) Code As Same As Default Code

Open original package you cloned on s3pe "Your Username]_AmericanEggRollsEA"

I saved the package with different name to"[Your username]_SpringRollsDefaultReplacement." to make it modified package, while leaving AmericanEggRollsEA package as backup original base, just in case I need original file.

Replace "FoodEatEggRolls" MODL that you saved from Step 10: from SpringRolls_TSRW

Check if all resource code (Type, Group, Instance) are the same as the original. Check the resource codes inside TGI Block List Editor, are they as same as inside TGI Block List Editor in original package.

You can see the resource codes are different from original FoodEatEggRolls MODL codes you copy pasted to notepad. Delete MLOD, change the codes (Type, Group, Instance) with the original FoodEatEggRolls MODL codes on Notepad. Use "Add" to add one row, Delete to erase one row. After you are done, Save and Commit.

Replace textures with your custom texture in .dds format.

Save package.

Test the package in game.

Wait until your Sims finish all their GeoStates, are the GeoStates working properly.

The geostates are working properly except at the Half Eaten state.

All states are combined into one and the plate colour are having spring rolls texture... 😱

Don't panic. Your bone assignment is alright. Copying same codes on Data Resorce and TGI Block List Editor are working properly too.

What causing the Half Eaten state is not working is:

The "Half Eaten" geostate code you are cloning from Burger mesh is not the same as code from geostate of FoodEatEggRolls.

Burger= 0x8A6C4E39

FoodEatEggRolls= 0xD8918A76

✳️Step 12. Correcting one GeoState that doesn't work because using EA's Burger mesh

Your main task here is using Default EA's Half Eaten state code to override your custom mesh Half Eaten state code.

Data Grid > ChunkEntries> [1] ChunkEntries > RCOL Block > Meshes > (on Tab [0] Mesh) > GeometryStates (then click ... Dots on the right side) > [1] GeometryStates

Second row is [1] GeometryStates, indicates it is "Half Eaten" state.

[1] GeometryStates > Name

Delete the code 0x8A6C4E39, replaced the code of the Burger with 0xD8918A76 from FoodEatEggRolls.

Click Done. You will go back to Tab [0] [1] Mesh and Geometry States

Don't forget to correcting the code for Plate as well. Plate is in the Tab [1] Mesh. Click [...] Dots on Geometry States once again, it will bring you to Geometry States for Plate.

Repeat the step as you did for the Food State: On Row [1] GeometryStates > Name, Delete the code 0x8A6C4E39, replaced the code of the Burger with 0xD8918A76 from FoodEatEggRolls.

After you are done, click OK > OK > OK > Commit > Save the .package.

Test your package in your game again.

Half Eaten state should be working by now.

✳️Step 13. Replacing the Original "Cook & Serve" MODL with Edited "Cook & Serve" MODL & Correcting the TGI (Type, Group, Instance) Code

Create custom mesh & texture for Cook & Serve, export to TSRW, then export to MODL like Eat state before.

⚠️ Pay attention because this step is very important, otherwise the Custom Food will turn black/disappear, doesn't work in the game.

Repeat Step 11: Replace the MODL for Cook & Serve state.

If you see default TGI code you copied from "foodCookEggRolls" there are only 3 lines.

_IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x00000000 0xA4D80FB45AE9066B

If you want the Cook state working in the game, you should use default TGI code of Serve you copied from "foodServeEggRolls"

_IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x0E3D40D33CC70324 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x00000000 0xA4D80FB45AE9066B _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0

instead of foodCookEggRolls, otherwise the Cooked food will turn to Black colour in the game.

Repeat Step 11: Copy all the TGI codes you copied from "foodServeEggRolls" for Cook and Serve.

Commit, Save.

✳️Step 15. Check the Geostates for Cook & Serve

Check the Geostates for Cook & Serve.

Cook & Serve Geostates are working using Burger Geostates.

0x95A36FFE 0x8A6C4E39 0x4DB2D3D2 0x35B26CCB

Leave the Geometry states, no need to change to default EA Egg Rolls (otherwise your mesh will disappear or black).

After you are done, click OK, commit, save the .package as usual.

✳️Step 16. Test the CC in the game.

If your Custom Food works well in the game: Full, Half, Empty Geostates are working without showing weird texture or black or disappear, then congratulations! Enjoy and have fun with your custom food default replacement mod👍

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years ago

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the final Lady Sharpe part 4: something to look forward to

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: You and Edith make significant progress on your mission to put Lucille behind bars; Thomas makes a confession before you go to sleep

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ghosts; a lil bit of steam [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married; more pining; simp Thomas

The ink had dried enough on the final document you were working on duplicating for tonight that you could group them together and place the original papers back in Lucille's hiding place. Tomorrow morning if ever she were to check on them, she would be none the wiser of what had been transpiring over the last two weeks. You repeatedly clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them after writing with barely a pause for break over the last few hours.

"Tomorrow we'll be done with all the documents," you whispered into the silence, feeling Edith's presence nearby as you made your way to Thomas' workshop. "I'll need you to show me where the phonograph cylinders are hidden, and if you know which one has Lucille's demented confession…"

"I'll show you the way," she confirmed. "And I'll make sure that none of the more…how do I put this…bloodthirsty spirits don't touch you. They tend to be a bit overly protective of their turf."

"The what?" You froze in place at her mention of bloodthirsty spirits. You had enough of a fright when you'd first "met" her and Enola, you might not survive encountering their less agreeable companions. The feel of someone nudging you from behind had you moving down the corridor again.

"Don't you worry about them, Y/N. I'll do my part to keep them away, explain to them that you're our friend, and you'll put an end to Lucille's lifelong murder spree. It might take time for them to fully understand, but they will."

Once you crossed the threshold to Thomas' workshop, you heard the exaggerated groan that belonged to your fleeting husband. Checking the candle in your hand, there was only about a thumb's worth left.

"Right on schedule," Edith remarked before you felt a nudging sensation on your shoulder. "You know he must really care for you if he's willing to endure being with her for the sake of your safety. Before she made him go back out into the city to find a new wife--well, a new victim, he looked gaunt. Almost like he found his life grotesque. Then he came back here with you and…there was color in his face again. Like he's allowed himself to live while he wooed and married you. There's a happiness in him when he's with you that I only ever saw glimpses of back when I was--"

Her words fell dead, but you had a feeling you knew what the sentiment was. Back when I was alive. Back when I was his wife.

"Why Miss Edith Cushing, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were playing matchmaker with your ex-husband and his current charlatan of a wife," you mumbled, trying not to look to deeply into her words, her testimony of Thomas' time before you. You were already having enough trouble keeping your affections for him at bay whenever he engaged in your routine of a kiss to cap off the night, marking yet another rung on the progression ladder. Lucille's incarceration becoming ever closer.

You decided to hide the duplicated papers in between the pages of his sketchbook, thinking the chances were slim that Lucille would look into them since he only kept concept art of the toys he wished to work on within it. Flipping through the pages to evenly distribute the additional papers, you found a set of sketches that had absolutely nothing to do with toy designs.

The last few pages that he'd worked on in the journal were filled with sketches of you. Some depicted you asleep, others as if the image he had in mind was of you next to him at the dining table. And a full page that showed the bedroom you shared with the baronet, you perched on the edge, a light wash of orange painted on the page, like the scene was illuminated by firelight.

That was the day you arrived at Allerdale Hall. The fleeting moments of desirous bliss you had before reality came crashing down on you.

"You say this marriage is all an act for you both now, but it doesn't look that way. Not from where I'm standing…well, floating." Both of you shared a chuckle before she posed a question at you. "Y/N something I noticed at night when he makes his way back to you…there's an excitement in him, as if he can't move fast enough."

"I--I didn't know about that part," you answered her in hushed tones as you made your way to your shared bedroom, maneuvering the barely moonlit halls with what little candlelight remained. "I usually try not to look at him before we sleep. I fail, of course, but I make the effort. Granting his request for a kiss after he washes the night off of him was already a miscalculation on my part--"

"Completely understandable miscalculation," she quipped, managing to quietly open the bedroom door wide open. "Far too handsome for me to even think of knowing any better back then."

"My thoughts exactly," you mumbled, stepping into the bedroom and disposing of the used candlewax before stretching and allowing yourself to relax from the night's clandestine activities. "Goodnight, Edith."

"I'll talk to the spirits inhabiting the corridor where the cylinders are hidden," she offered, a faint whispering joining her once again before you heard her echoing chuckle. "It seems your husband's rushing to make his way to you. You still have quite the night ahead. Goodnight, my friend."

You could feel the fatigue setting in as you let the tub fill for Thomas' bath before putting away your tools and your blades, mentally preparing yourself for another night of insufficient sleep. Just as you had for the better part of the last two weeks.

Right as you made your way back to your side of the bed and shook your hair loose from your bun, Thomas walked through the open door. You gave him a small smile. "I should be done with the documents tomorrow, Edith and I will work on transcribing the recording cylinders that can lead the case more to Lucille than you two days from now at the latest."

"That's wonderful news, darling," he beamed at you, running his gaze over you briefly before walking toward the bathroom. "I shall see you in a few moments," he told you, his voice echoing across the tiles. A few seconds later the sound of the water sloshing and a sinfully satisfied groan filled the room as he sat into the tub. "You truly are a godsend, my wife. Thank you."

You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach hearing him call you that. You wouldn't hear it for much longer with the progress you were making. "You're welcome," you answered back, fighting back your own sounds of relief once your back hit the bed and you allowed yourself to finally relax for the night.

The cumulative efforts of the last dozen or so days seem to have finally taken its toll on you, your eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. You hadn't been able to hear the sound of Thomas padding his feet on the floor and back to you, or his little gasp as he saw you in your slumbering state.

"No…" he sighed, climbing into bed with you. "Y/N, darling, please tell me you haven't completely fallen asleep yet," he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hmm?" You leaned in to his touch, feeling a strange sense of comfort when your cheek rubbed against his slightly calloused hand. "'M awake…" you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. He gave you a tender smile when your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but return it.

It was only in these moments just before you both went to sleep, your parts in this perilous operation done for the night, that you could allow yourself to almost feel as if you were a normal married couple. Just laying in bed together before going to sleep, sharing a quick goodnight kiss before he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

Perhaps even indulge yourself, even for a moment, in the dangerous truth that once this was all over, you would miss these fleeting moments of peace with him. You'd miss how he held you through the night and how you'd wake up wrapped in his arms. How in the last few days he would greet you in the morning with a soft kiss to your nose before you both made your way out of bed and stepped out of your room.

You would miss him when all this was over. When you'd both signed the divorce papers and went on your separate ways, and you were back in your apartment in the city, going to bed alone, you would miss him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a small sound coming from the back of his throat as he sighed into the kiss, almost as if he was relieved. "This is the only thing getting me through the nights," he said solemnly, settling more comfortably into the bed as he kept kissing you. "Knowing that this was what awaited me when I get back."

Instead of your usual night routine of a few kisses and he would pull you into his arms, both of you falling asleep to the sound of the other's breath evening out, he moved his body closer, kissing his way to your neck, his hand traveling down the side of your body until it settled at your waist. His lips began to trace along the neckline of your nightgown, the contented hums against your skin combined with the feel of his lips on you had you struggling for breath. "Thomas--"

"It should be you," he whimpered, his exhales warming your skin. "I should be spending my night with you. Laying with you." He kept on kissing along your neckline, his other hand pulling along the string that exposed your décolletage and he immediately pressed his lips to your chest, above your heart. "You're my wife, I should be with you."

He kissed his way back to your lips, your shock from his confession letting his tongue slip past your lips and tangle with your own. It was like flames licked all along your body at the contact, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers weaved into his onyx curls.

"Thomas, wait--" you tried to say, placing your hands on his chest in a paltry attempt to get him to pause for a moment, failing to fight against your eyes fluttering closed and your entire body melting under him the moment his tongue delicately ran along the roof of your mouth.

"I want to lay with you," he said once he pulled away, looking at you with those wide pleading eyes that likened him to a pup asking for a treat. "May I?"

For the love of all things good in this world say yes, you hissed at yourself. You struggled to breathe properly, fighting against every instinct to give in as he repeatedly whispered "please" into your skin. Trying to not let the curiosity and desire consume you and see how far your husband was willing to go.

This was the fantasy you wanted to lose yourself in, where by some miracle when all this was over and you both made it out alive, that you'd found something with each other that neither of you wanted to lose. That after all this perhaps you could have a life together, preferably far away from Allerdale Hall and the figurative and literal ghosts that roam the corridors.

The fantasy that perhaps when you were both safe from Lucille and she was serving her time behind bars, locked away where she couldn't harm anyone anymore, that Thomas might not want to sign the divorce papers. Because maybe he was falling in love, too.

"We've come so far already, we can't afford to lose focus now," you answered him, your voice coming out so small it was like the words all but refused to get through the lump in your throat. "Once all this is done, and we're free of her, you'll be free to do whatever you please…with whomever you please."

The last part left a bitter taste in your mouth, like it physically pained you to say the words.

"You're right," he sighed, leaning away enough so that he could look at you. The expression on his face was akin to that of a wounded pup, making the guilt and regret from your decision overwhelm your system. "Of course." He moved over to his side of the bed, taking a breath before hesitantly touching his fingers to yours. "May I still hold you?"

You didn't think twice, moving over to him and settling into his arms. "Yes, of course." The words refused to be spoken, but you'd found a strange comfort in his embrace. That despite the very real danger you both found yourselves in, and the looming dire consequences of Lucille and the business end of her cleaver if you made so much as one misstep on this perilous endeavor of yours, you felt almost a safety in his warm embrace.

And while no one would ever be able to get you to admit it, it made getting up out of bed in the mornings near impossible. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself.

All the more reason why you needed to be done with this and go your separate ways. You should never be so selfish as to beg him to stay with you and deny him yet another freedom. So much had already been stolen from him.

He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face before asking softly, "How long do you reckon before Scotland Yard comes here after you send the papers?"

"Not long," you answered him, your words full of confidence in your peers. "I'll include a summary of my findings to help them through the papers I've sent them, process them faster. I'll also try and emphasize the urgency of our situation, that we're currently living in a manor with a woman that has the intention and means, not to mention the stomach, to kill me. That we have very good reason to believe our lives are in imminent danger. Should get them moving pretty quick."

"And what are we to do until they arrive?" You could feel him tensing as he anticipated your response.

Bile flooded your stomach from what you had to tell him. "We keep routine." His beautiful face looked so pained as you said the words. "She has to believe that there's nothing wrong, that everything's going to plan. If she gets even the slightest whiff that we're up to something and she kills me. Maybe even you if she finds out that you helped."

He took a shuddering breath, pulling you closer against him so he could press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's hope they move quickly then," he mumbled against you, pressing more kisses on the same spot as he took calming breaths. "I can barely stomach any more of it." His breath hitched at his words, his tone rife with shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his pulse sprinting like a madman. "This burden shouldn't be on you. Never should have been. She's stolen so much from you…" Your sentiment caught in the back of your throat as you did your damnedest to fight back tears. "I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't steal any more of your life away."

"What if she figures out what we've been up to? Or if she gets impatient and realizes there's no money coming after all this time?"

It took you a moment before you could answer, the implication hanging over you both now like the Sword of Damocles. "Then Scotland Yard will arrive here to a corpse. Either mine or hers."

Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I won't let her hurt you, I swear it." He stole a few more kisses from you before he cradled your head against his chest. "You should sleep, I can feel how tired you are."

"Exhausted," you confessed, settling into his embrace, the comfort from his hold blanketing over you as your cheek rubbed against the soft hairs on his chest. "Goodnight, husband."

You couldn't resist calling him that. In a few short weeks you'd never be able to again.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, stroking your hair before he whispered, "Goodnight, my darling wife."

As the minutes passed, and the only sounds that filled the bedroom were your breathing and the crackling of the fireplace, Thomas found himself unable to succumb to sleep just yet. He was still riddled with so many questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask you quite yet.

What if by some freak accident of a chance, Lucille comes across one of your colleagues when she runs her errands in the city and they were to mention who you were, and what you did before you married him? What if now that she was armed with this new information, she deemed you too much of a threat and decided to do away with you like she'd done with so many other innocent women?

What if she decided to make it even worse, and ordered him to kill you instead? Spout some nonsensical notion that he needed to get his hands dirty this time around so she could see if he still had the stomach for it?

He knew he wouldn't be able to hurt you, that he would be completely unwilling to. But would he be able to protect you against Lucille?

And the question that had him looking upon the coming weeks with a mix of dread and hope, all depending on how you would react if he were to even muster up the courage to say the words: What if you stayed together after this fleeting partnership of yours? What if you were open to exploring what a life together would truly be like? Move away from Allerdale Hall and find a place in the city?

"What if I begged you not to leave me?" he whispered into the empty silence, stroking the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "What if I've fallen in love with my wife, and I want to turn our marriage into something real?"

A/N: *popping out my head from my writing hidey hole* Well hi there! Been a long while since I updated this story, but I can promise you now…I didn't abandon it 🫡 And we're picking up with our precious meow meow baronet big tiddy goth husband really showing his hand here that he's catching feelings 🥹

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nectar-rain · 3 months ago

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(A note as of Mar 12, 2025: I'm prematurely publishing this. I know! It might be dumb! But I would rather have this out and be able to edit it later. Also, I have to postpone my other WIPs as I'm currently going through high amounts of stress, and I would not have the current mental capacity to continue doing research until further notice.

An extra bit; I was originally going to add kink-related educational books, but I would have to go through a lot of material to find the right things, and have been paranoid beyond that. As of right now, this doesn't have much sources and it's highly planned for this to be edited.

This is post two of three on power (exchange) dynamics, conabuse, and nichelink relationships.

Post about the comparisons

Post about spotting an abuser, especially a malicous one. (WIP)

Post going into further detail with more sources (Unpublished WIP)

My reasonings for this post.

Alright. Let's talk about safety. The primary reason I was making these posts to begin with.

I apologize in advance if your screen reader repeats words, i would rather make sure there is a more readable version of that word than have it be inaccessible.

Safety [Safety], as a topic in power dynamic relationships, is relatively important as the lack of can have much longer and stronger consequences to one's life, and also promotes severe harm. This is typically what happens in a conabuse relationship as it is meant to be abusive, but a "safer/consensual" way to indulge in that type of relationship.

So, what are ways to engage in relationships with power dynamics healthier, safer, and in a way that consent is enforced?

Communication [Communication] is a must, it is a massive must, to the point I actually beg of anyone who indulges in these relationships. This strongly includes consent, and even some beginning guidelines, which I discuss in more detail when talking about Time [Time].

As said, this includes consent, especially for the starting stages of this type of dynamic, and what the sub in question wants to start with. If there is physical harm, there should be stop-gaps as to how far that harm can go, and the harm should never lead to hospitalization. Having signals for public situations may also be a good idea, especially in the cases of discomfort, and you do have to discuss those if you wish to implement them. Also! The first word of consent is not the only thing that matters; consent is meant to be something one should revoke. I know this is a repeated sentiment, but consent is meant to be a yes and a discussion, and consent is something that can be taken away from. Hence the safe word topic. I would suggest three safe words, although I understand if that may be too much.

Contracts. Especially if you want to take control of some or all choices in someone's life, a contract should be a STRONG MUST.

[Should be a strong must.]

There should be a form of document that both parties can download. The contract exists as a document to refer to for consent, limits, what exchange is being given, and how the sub - or whatever term you both wish to use or be used - can voice a desire to lower what control is given, or that there should be changes to the power dynamic. For example, saying contract, or a phrase related to contract ["The contract is painted from the ink of flowers" would be an example of me using a safe phrase, rather than a word.] If you are told to discard the document, I will immediately tell you to not trust that person, as I feel the document should absolutely be used, especially [especially] if you're in this exchange as a minor; unless there was already a prior discussion of ridding a faux document or the duplicate.

Time. The sudden jump between a power exchange dynamic may be jarring and can lead to more harm than necessary, especially as not a lot of people like immediate change.

Allowing this shift between the exchange can, evidently, take time, however it allows a period of warm-up, and can allow both parties to discuss about what each person would want, what can be a compromise if there is a disagreement, and a starting point that is small, but easier to dive into, rather than the sudden jump.

Research. This would be the most important area go lead into. I will, for the record, link articles, blog posts about power exchange, and books for the sake of accessibility. Any links to books or articles that are physical or digital will have the purchasable link or will have an Anna's Archive link.

Research is a must, because it helps with safety, how you can safely and in an aware mannerism physically harm someone (Biting, slapping, shocking, etc.) If you are able to, as an adult, you can have the option to go to a dungeon or a kink education area, where dynamics or kinks and safety is taught.

Of course, any links that I have below will more than likely be sexual in nature, as power exchanges are typically rooted in sexual kink, but I would rather have introductory, informational sources of safety be available rather than limit what can be accessed.

Again, this post is meant to be edited. The sources or links I may have will change, and I may change links to books down the line, or add links to articles and books. I'm also, rather simply, skimming the books' first chapters, and may look into them deeper down the line.

And a final, generalized note; You may notice that the links I'm using for Anna's Archive are all for PDFs specifically. Make no mistake that this is my intention, as PDFs can be readily accessible for phones and PCs, and I do have a feeling that they may be easier to use a screen reader on, but someone else can confirm that if need be. Also! Downloads and waiting times for them will. Be very slow sometimes. That wait can be infuriating and I understand that.

Edit as of 3/14; Thank you, @/nichelink for linking a PDF-to-audiobook app!

Sources for starting research;

[Note - some articles or blogs will link servers oriented around these topics. Evidently, minors will not be able to join. The information is why I'm linking it.

For an introduction to power exchange, or more specifically, TPE;

"Introduction to Total Power Exchange", published on Elysium Life Style, by "Kaleb".

Notes; Uses a tag "for alphas" if that may bother you. [I got caught off-guard by that, for the record... Hence that warn.]

"I've Got The Power! Understanding TPE", published on The Commandant.

Notes; It does go into more detail about how TPE can and should be used as a beneficial system, and as an outlet. If you want to find a way to mask the benefit of both parties, that can be an option discussed.

"Total Power Exchange, written by Martha Pinkerton", published on JoyNights.

Note; This article is more focused on the sexual aspects of power dynamics, and may be more for those who wish to implement stronger sexual themes.

Books on general skills;

Never Split The Difference: Negotiating as if Your Life Depended On It, written by Chris Voss. There's also a summary for the books per chapter.

Notes; It is written by a (Former?) FBI agent, however it's focused on learning beneficial skills in regards to negotiation. Skimming the summary, specifically, it imposes how navigation can be started, and shows an example of the author's son being kidnapped in an emulated situation

One Small Step Can Change Your Life: The Kaizen Way, written by Robert Maurer.

Notes; The prelude/introduction feels like it's a "motivational speech!" type of book (annoyingly), but it's meant to aide in taking small steps to develop a habit. Also note that you do not need to change a habit by having 21 consecutive days for that habit to form, it can be weekly if that helps you and if said myth is said in the book. That is for discussion with your partner, however.

Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less, written by Greg McKeown.

Notes; This book can help with some form of prioritization, specifically, and can be used in PE relationships through expanding into a dynamic of what you ask for your dom to make a choice on. From my quick, short skim it actually makes a point to separate what you may have the energy or ability to do from anything that may exert you too much. Self care.

@anti-rq-gumi + @nichelink for reach. (With permission - request to be tagged.)

#bouquets / original posts #beloved unusuals / para stuff #radqueer discourse #conabuse discourse #anti radqueer #anti rq #anti radq #dysphania🎐| little moth #hexi ⚙ | bits and pieces #Note from Dys as of 3/5 - I'm not... Gonna immediately add all of what I'd want to. Stress. If Hexi wishes to I support his doings.#Thorns / On Long-Term/Power Dynamics

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leapdayowo · 1 year ago

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Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

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In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

#If I had a nickel for every time I designed a goopy character that has that ‘tism stare I’d have two nickels #which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice #Also I’m not familiar with using neopronouns but wanted to try so hopefully the usage is correct #And even though I use multiple pronouns for myself I’m still not sure how to use multiple pronouns in writing so hopefully that’s okay #So yeah that’s leapday and nightfall :) I’m not sure if I have any more plans to work on stuff about these two #probably just some drawings but I feel satisfied with this #I don’t want to insert nightfall into hels with a bunch of lore that might contradict what’s in rns #Wowza look at you! You read this far why thank you :3 here is a super secret item that will aid you in your time of greatest need #*hands over something vaguely shaped and seems possibly tangible if you look at it from the corner of your eye*#redstone and skulk #my ocs #my art #traditional art #watercolor #I tried to find all the typos but it is late and I would like to post this

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itshardcandy · 4 months ago

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Deceit, Double-Dealing & Duplicity

(Choi San x Reader)

Chapter 1

When a little mishap on an important contract breaks the crew apart, they have to find their way back to each other. Taking down a rich, corrupt, villainous business woman, who controlled the city's law enforcement and all its representatives with a steady flow of money and neverending blackmail couldn't be that hard, could it?

Or: San was willing to do whatever it took to get you back

1848 Words

Genre: Smut, F2L, Bouncy AU

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Minor Character death(s), Complicated Relationships, Dirty Jokes, Idiots in Love, unrequited love (they think), San is down baddd

-obviously this is a work of fiction and does represent people in real life-

Preview:

San finished his drink quickly and leaned back in his seat, watching Seonghwa and Yunho at the pool table, laughing, and making dumb jokes at each other’s expense.

They hadn’t been able to meet up like this in a long time; too many risks with all of them in the same place at the same time. Usually, Wooyoung and him could make time for a few drinks here and there because they still worked closely together but the others were spread out all over the city, where their talents would be put to good use.

The good use being their most daring and dangerous operation yet.

One day, San thought, this would all be over; They could go back to their simple but satisfying, less than legal, contract work and make due like they always had. Seonghwa could stop risking his life on the streets with his damned bike because they wouldn’t need the prize money from the races anymore. Yeosang and Mingi would be free to walk away from the -admittedly very successful- “intimidation” business and maybe take up something fun like busting gun smuggling rings again. Even Wooyoung and San could return to making honest money from honest fist fights and honest gambling again.

But first, Yunho would have to juggle some excuses, place some false evidence, and documents around the precinct when they finally managed to get rid of Genevieve and her operation.

When, not If, that was an important distinction.

All in all, today was a good day.

Firstly, there were no incidents during his shift at Jacky K’s, the shifty nightclub he'd been working at for the last couple of years, which was a refreshing change of pace from the usual nights. Secondly, Genevieve hadn’t been all up in his business like she usually was, texting, calling and controlling him.

And thirdly, after a quick drive to some Dive outside of town, San uncapped his first beer of the evening. It wasn't their usual joint, a little too far out in the middle of nowhere for San's liking, but it would have to make due for tonight.

Wooyoung suggested getting a nightcap with the boys and, after San had climbed in the passenger seat of their moving traffic safety violation of a van, they picked up Yunho on the way to the bar.

Seonghwa passed them somewhere along the winding roads with his roaring bike like the showoff he was and met them at the entrance, casually leaning against the wall next to the creaky doors, when they finally arrived some minutes later. Wooyoung loved their decrepit, old van dearly but speeding up the side of the hill like Seonghwa was out of the question for the moving piece of recycled junk.

Yeosang arrived some 30 minutes later with a pretty, giggly brunette clinging to his arm and last but not least, as the night was already in full swing, Mingi strode in, making his way through the small crowd, that had formed between the bar and the pool tables, to get to them.

As he took the last open seat at the small round table next to the old jukebox, San handed him a beer.

Seonghwa leaned over after his turn at the pool table and held the tip of his queue underneath Mingi’s chin to interrogate him,

“How are you always the last to arrive?”,

“I got held up, no big deal”

The tall man chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses over his closely shaved head.

“Go back to playing ball, hyung”

San said, gently nudging the queue away and Seonghwa retreated.

Wooyoung returned from a quick trip to the bathroom and pulled another chair up to the table. A bright smile lit up his handsome face as he plopped down and greeted Mingi,

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d show, you took ages to reply.”

Wooyoung slapped Mingi’s thigh hard, with a loud clap reverberating from the impact, and the other yelped as he curled forward.

“Fuck, you know that’s my weak spot”,

“Don’t look so miserable. Shouldn’t have ignored my text if you didn’t wanna get slapped.”

Wooyoung cackled as he reached for his rum and coke to take a greedy sip.

“Cut him some slack, he was probably busy chasing after that waitress again,”

San cut in and smiled into the rim of his bottle as Mingi rolled his eyes.

It was true but he didn’t need to tease him about it.

“Maybe so,” he said before uncapping his bottle as well, “But she’s worth it, I know it”.

Next to him Wooyoung pretended to start vomiting,

“You’re really down bad for her,” he teased him. Mingi just smiled a little dumbly and remained silent.

San finished his drink quickly and leaned back in his seat, watching Seonghwa and Yunho at the pool table, laughing, and making dumb jokes at each other’s expense.

They hadn’t been able to meet up like this in a long time; too many risks with all of them in the same place at the same time.

Usually, Wooyoung and him could make time for a few drinks here and there because they still worked closely together but the others were spread out all over the city, where their talents would be put to good use.

The good use being their most daring and dangerous operation yet.

But first, Yunho would have to juggle some excuses, place some false evidence, and documents around the precinct when they finally managed to get rid of Genevieve and her operation.

When, not If, that was an important distinction.

For just a few moments San allowed himself to daydream that they were just a group of guys enjoying a Friday night in some shitty bar after work.

These idiots were his family, and for now, he could be content to have them all under the same roof for one carefree night.

Well, not all of them, not yet. And not a 100% carefree, since they always had to take some safety measures when meeting up but San was willing to pretend.

His mood, however, started to shift immediately as his thoughts drifted to the others. The missing pieces to complete the patchwork puzzle that was their little ragtag group of misfits.

Jongho, Yunho’s partner at the precinct, Hongjoong, their unofficial leader, and… you.

Three of their friends, of their family, who were still scattered in the wind, doing good knows what, after that shitshow during their last contract.

How long had it been since he'd seen them? Must be hitting the two year mark soon. San quickly shakes his head, trying to shake loose the gnawing sensation in the back of his skull.

He knew that the Captain had sent encrypted updates from time to time -Alive. Tired- clueing the rest of them in to their status but not revealing even a sliver of extra information. Everything could be used against them, should they be compromised again.

Through some cruel twist of fate, San hadn't been there when the three of you had to pack up and leave town, the country even, and he never got a chance to say goodbye. Yunho, with his skillfully acquired insider knowledge of patrol schedules, smuggled you across the border in the dead of night. No traces of you remained in their lives, everything had to be destroyed or hidden for your safety. He remembers watching Jongho's arranged funeral from afar, where a casket filled with some poor other fucker's burned and unrecognizable body, was buried. It was impressive how the whole police force showed his mother, who for all intents and purposes thought her son was really dead, sympathy and paid their respects.

Suddenly it was like you never even existed. Save for the voice message San saved on his phone. The one he received from you that night, explaining the situation as best you could and telling him to keep your usual seat warm at his next match because you'd return as soon as possible.

San swallowed down his next thoughts, fearing his mood would sour even more and give away his inner workings to his friends. Tonight was meant to be an escape from all of this and he always did wear his heart on his sleeve. And on his face.

Suddenly, Wooyoung nudges San's shoulder with his, stopping him from spiralling as he not so subtly tries to get his attention.

“You ok?”

He asks. Of course he does. San doesn't hesitate to reply with a weak smile,

“Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?”

“You just got that look- ah never mind. This will cheer you up, anyway.”

Wooyoung leans back and pulls his phone out of his pocket, along with a tiny earpiece.

“Put this in, go into the back, make sure no one’s following.”

He pushes the smaller of the two items into San’s hands under the table. The phone screen is lit up with an unknown number, ready to be dialled.

“What the hell?”

San mumbles, confusion clear on his face but he knows not to question his partner too much. He wriggles the earpiece in as lowkey as possible and reaches for the phone but Wooyoung slaps his hand away.

"No, no, I'm keeping this. You just go outside and I'll start the call in a minute."

Wooyoung nudges his shoulder again, harder this time, pushing him in the direction of the back exit, close to their table.

"Go now. You've got three minutes."

San gets up reluctantly, not understanding the need for this unnecessary secrecy but follows his friend's instructions. Looking back at his friend one more time before he slips through the door. Like nothing suspicious was taking place, Wooyoung was already engaged otherwise in an intense drinking match with Yeosang and his arm candy.

The heavy door falls into the lock and clicks shut behind San and drowns out the loud music and yelling patrons inside.

Leaning against the nearest concrete wall, San takes a deep breath and quickly glances at his watch. Three minutes wasn't a lot of time. Wooyoung and his crazy ideas. He’d just play along, he thought, since it was probably another paranoid and anonymous sponsor waiting for him on the other end, interested in getting in on his next match and the following profits. Nonetheless, he felt nerves creeping up his spine. He never liked to be the one taking care of the business side, much less on the phone. Maybe he was old-school that way but he preferred to have face to face conversations about sensitive topics like his hazardous occupation.

The telltale beeping of a connection about to be established rang through the small headset and San knew Wooyoung must have dialled the number. Careful anticipation spread throughout his body in the form of nervous tingling, as the seconds pass by.

Then, a muted click and some shuffling and the line connects.

“Hello? This is Django," San's voice cracks a little as he utters his unofficial nickname and fighter pseudonym and he thinks Wooyoung really should have let him handle this even if the buyer asked for it, "If this is about business you should know my partner is really the better choice to discuss this stuff. I'm just the muscle.”

He speaks into the darkness around him and the earpiece picks up his voice, fizzling out into a quiet echo of his own words. A few seconds of silence pass by before a familiar voice on the other end softly mumbles a reply.

San's body reacts before his mind can catch up.

A sharp intake of breath, his heartbeat quickening and his legs - strong legs that, through the years, have safely carried him through the most intense and painful fights - suddenly almost lost their balance.

Your gentle voice filled his ears, travelled over his skin and seared itself into his brain. He swore time stopped for a few seconds as you uttered only four simple words.

“Hi, Sannie, it’s me”

#hardcandywriting #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fic #choi san smut #choi san x reader #choi san x y/n #choi san x you #choi san #choisanxreader #ateez san smut #ateez san fanfic #smut #friends to lovers #idiots in love

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tumfullofblue · 3 months ago

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y'know how in hl alyx g-man splits himself into multiple copies after alyx breaks him out of the vault? what about a gangbang... with all those g-clones... gjhiodsghofdh...

ʕ✿•ᴥ•ʔ I love my G' loving anons, they are so unhinged, hehe.

Behold, kiddos, as I, the mama bear in her late twenties, provide ye with fresh G-fucking-man content! Glory, glory!

I was more than happy to rewatch HL:A ending.

NSFW under the cut ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ" But it's more in the realm of mind fucking cause let's be real, it's way hotter, at least in my book.

The Vault collapses onto itself, like the paper house it’s always been. Did you make a mistake? Were you a young, vulnerable Pandora opening a box?

No matter now. What’s done is done.

The man smiles at you. No. No, no, no-

Men smile at you.

G-man fractures—one, two, three, more—until you’re encircled by his uncanny duplicates. Their postures are identical, yet each carries a slightly different weight in their gaze, a subtle shift in the way their lips twitch beneath the shadow of their brows. You are drowning in cosmic sea of their eyes. The eyes which are all locked up onto your trembling form.

Did you really think they would skip the opportunity to study you more? For half a second, a memory not quite formed, you thought that they would walk away… but they just step closer. Closer.

One’s fingers came to cradle your warm cheek, a feeling present, like the aftershock of a dream. Another being leans in from behind, his breath a whisper against your ear—"Curious... how invested you’ve become in our... a-arrangement." The words vibrate through you, slow and syrupy, curling low in your stomach. You feel hands—too many hands—tracing the line of your shoulders, threading through your hair, tilting your chin up to meet those bottomless eyes. Their voices overlap, a dissonant chorus of his unmistakable cadence:

"You’ve been... remarkably... patient."

"Very good job, indeed."

"Let us... demonstrate... appreciation."

Time itself stretches thin when you feel a thumb caressing your lower lip. Your eyes get tired quickly of tracing who exactly was doing what – who was pulling you down and who was cupping your chest, whos teeth found your pulse point? Their movements are synchronized, yet just out of phase, leaving you shuddering from too many touches at once.

One of them kisses you. You taste static and smoke and your eyes finally close. In darkness, you can feel them, mapping out your body. Did you ever felt so naked, so… exposed, before? You feel the rough texture of their suits (bodies?) under your fingertips. The kiss quite literally steals your breath away, leaving you panting and moaning.

One of them grips your waist, pulling you flush against him while another murmurs directly into your mind, bypassing your ears entirely.

"You want to let me inside, don’t you?”

You nod, helplessly. It wasn’t a question, you realize – it was a statement. You eyes open – you want to see, you want to see him, or them stuff themselves into your body, but a hand goes over your eyes: “Better… not, little one.”

The burning stretch makes you realize that whatever was going on down there, it’s better not to see. But the lack of knowing only makes you clench even harder; it’s too much, it’s too much, you think, but it keeps going, until a satisfied groan, or a growl makes you realize – you’re full.

Another hand grabs yours and places it on your stomach – and oh, god, you feel it, you feel the bulge, you’re full, imposibly full, you should be in pain, but all you feel is scorching, hot pleasure, especially when two mouth ended up on your nipples, sucking, tugging, biting. You whimper – in protest, as you think, but words they matter go straight between your legs – their praise only makes you more wet. "Such a… persistent subject." "We should… document this." "Shh… just… let go."

You felt something probbing on your mouth. Like a good, willing subject that they turned you into, you part your lips. The sheer size of it makes you gag, but you relax your throat – you were good, you were so good, after all, you needed to please them, you needed to please him.

You were used. Your body were used and mind slowly unravelling, as the time stood still. How many times did you come? How many times they have spilled their seed inside you, like a vessel that needed to be filled?

Lost count.

And begging for more.

#bear writes #half life alyx #half life 2 #half life #gman #gman x oc #gman x reader #im in my g-man ho era again. so. take that as you will.

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katyahina · 2 years ago

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Ranni's two sisters (if not cousins?)

It is not just my thoughts, but more like three people discussing the ideas hahah. So, @swallowtail-ageha brought to me the idea that the name of the towers deeper in Caria Manor, The Three Sisters, could be not quite a fancy architecture name, but refer to actual sisters, given the description of Carian Filigreed Crest that we get from Iji:

The way it is specified here that Ranni is Rennala's daughter makes it feel as though other princesses were not, so they could have instead been daughters of Rennala's siblings! I will get to the possible interpretations, but I just want to bring up something interesting that I think makes it even more likely that specifically TWO other princesses existed! When I heard the suggestion about there having BEEN three sisters, I instantly remembered this bit:

Besides a 'normal' Mausoleum, in Liurnia, there are interesting two Mausoleums pretty close to each other geographically, that are unique compared to others! You probably remember them - they do not have a bell underneath but they can leap like frogs, they do not have any spirits around, and they can ONLY duplicate the ashes of the bosses that aren't shard-bearing demigods:

^ Like that, same character (thanks @val-of-the-north for all these screenshots). And there are no other Mausoleums like that.

So, yeah, Ranni once having had two sisters would likely mean that they were not contenders for the throne, as there were no extra sits resorted for them in Leyendell. But this could be more than same fate as those demigods / shard bearers who "failed" Marika. Like, think about it! There are two Mausoleums in Liurnia, that still was a domain of Carians at some point, which behave "downgraded" compared to others, whereas normally Mausoleums are where fallen/failed demigods got buried:

With how these Mausoleums are, it seems like people that are buried in them are not demigods / had no shard, yet still were important enough to earn a burial of this type? And like... would not that make sense if 'being important enough' was being related to the royal family?

I am not entirely sure why they would have no shards themselves? This is where variants really start to split! @swallowtail-ageha suggested that merely being Radagon's child was not all yet to be one, and I can see that! This is actually the full idea:

^ These are ALSO very good points! These Mausoleums are for those who died during Night of the Black Knives, so I agree that whatever the reason for them to (very likely) lack shards is, they died that night too.

And back to the reasoning, me and @val-of-the-north were also discussing the potential ideas of either 'sisters' being actually cousins or Rennala being divorced twice, hah..

The cousins idea would defeat the purpose of the name Three Sisters, sort of, unless you could say it meant 'sisterhood' of princesses. The Japanese name is スリーシスターズ (Surīshisutāzu), like... you can already see that it is English name, simply English 'three sisters' written in Japanese with syllables, rather than Japanese words used. And in English language, sisters could mean not just literal! (Japanese script found in this ( x ) document). What works with it is not just description of Carian Filigreed Crest refering to Ranni being Rennala's daughter as the unique thing, but also Renalla herself showing unambigiously special feelings towards her! It is harder to say a lot about the idea that Rennala had someone before Radagon, it could have happened under pressure of having had a heir, and so the first divorce (or maybe even more likely, loss) did not break Rennala like Radagon leaving did, since she didn't love that previous person? It just leaves even more things to work with- not exactly a bad thing if you love writing many headcanons!

And as for these variants, it made both me and Val think of a guy that might have been relevant:

On the portraits we see Rennala, Azur, Lusat, the conjoined twins guys, (very likely) Sellen and... this guy. Honestly? Could have been not actually a simp really devoted scholar in Raya Lucaria that delved deep into Moon stuff, but Rennala's brother! The royal family basically took over Raya Lucaria, and considering Moon worthy as much as the Stars was specifically what they brought into it! But Azur and Lusat, teachers of Sellen, have been very important already, since the former direction of the academy is connected to them. At the same time, their associated colors are turquoise and blue, whereas Twinsage crown features the same colors both, and Sellen... well, she knew Azur and Lusat, and has been around long enough to deeply resent how much academia has changed. All things considered, she was equally important to the twins before getting banished. The remaining guy behind Lazuli Conspectus sticks out in comparison... unless he tagged along WITH Rennala when she took over the academy!

And yeah, alternatively, he could have just been her previous husband, that was more just a tool under pressure of having heirs; she took over Raya Lucaria before marrying Radagon, and maybe something just happened with that guy, which did not effect her very much since she didn't feel anything for him. A little bad look though.. unless there was a plot twist of Radagon murdering the guy but it was one of the things wiped from collective consciousness with Celestial Dew, and that's why nobody seems to mind? Perception filter! I am not sure with which idea I agree more myself 🤔 But yeah, if the third person is involved, I'd say it had to be this guy - father of the other two "sisters"... Whether they'd be actually cousins or actually half-sisters.

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So yeah, these are the thoughts! Sorry that was probably a little chaotic, Elden Ring theories are totally not my forte compared with BB ones! It is just that Swallowtail activated my brainrot with that suggestion and I instantly had something to add to that, hahah;

#elden ring #elden ring theory #elden ring observation #lunar princess ranni #rennala queen of the full moon #not art #text post #pfffft #yet again i do not really know which version to pick?#but Radagon seeing Rennala being already married and going 'no you aren't' is morbidly hilarious dshfhs #again ER is not my forte but I needed to get this all out #damn if DLC comes out and we actually have two other princesses mentioned I'll throw myself into a window /pos

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