#norman family

[cornyregans]

GVGP Profile: Albany Capp

Having finished what is, so far, the most verbose profile in the GVGP, we're moving on to something a tad more succinct. This time, we're covering the sim in this batch who fathered the most children -- Albany Capp.

Albany’s family tree shows that his ancestors were part of the “new blood” brigade. This means that, despite being counted among the fourth generation gang, he’s technically a third generation sim within his birth family. In terms of ancestry, Albany is the son of Richard and Anne Norman, as well as the grandson of William and Mathilde Norman, and Henry and Eleanor Anjou.

Albany Capp's Genetic Profile

Albany Capp's Visual Profile

Having fathered four children with his wife, Goneril, Albany will be present in each of his offsprings' genetic profiles, and will be given a mention whenever necessary.

Skintone

As the son of an S2 father and an S1 mother, Albany’s S1 skintone makes perfect sense.

Hair Color

Albany is the blond son of a black-haired father and a brunette mother. That said, the fact that blond(e) hair is present on both sides of his family tree means that Albany’s hair color makes sense, provided both of his parents had recessive alleles in their genetic codes.

Albany's Grandparents

The source of the blond(e) allele among Albany’s paternal ancestors is William Norman, who passed his allele down to Richard, which was then passed down to Albany. As for his maternal ancestors, the source in this case would be Eleanor Anjou, who passed her allele down to Anne, which was then passed down to Albany.

Eye Color

Much like his hair genetics, Albany’s eye genetics skipped a generation. Unlike his hair genetics, Albany’s ancestors’ eye colors are almost all recessive, and the only dominant one doesn’t make any sense (*cough* Anne *cough*).

On both sides of Albany’s family tree, it’s his grandmother who initially carried the gene for green eyes. That said, because Albany’s family history is filled with recessive eye colors, only one of his grandmothers would have needed to pass the allele down to him. If, however, both of them passed it down, then Albany would be homozygous for the trait.

As a Whole

Albany's filled out genetic profile. His skintone makes perfect sense, while his hair and eye colors both make sense if we assume they just weren't expressed for a generation (this is in spite of Anne's faulty dark blue eyes, by the way).

Who's Next?

Having covered the final sim who married into the Capp family, our next entry will cover the final sim who married into the Monty family. Next time, we're going to look at the only deceased sim who hasn't been covered yet -- Hero Monty.

Thank you for reading!~ <3

[unanimouslalablah]

A split Veronaville grows stronger: 1960s-1970s

Tension between the Capps, Montys, and their affiliates grew on as their parents passed away, and as they began to control the higher society of Veronaville. Due to the prior Pantalones and Montys owning several farms and transportation services, they blocked transportation stops and meetings to West Veronaville (Capps), and made sure they lacked resources for food. Holofernes, Judith, Trinculo, and Maria helped in the assistance to cut agriculture from the other side. It got so bad to the point that they created a manufactured river to split the sides up.

Consort and Contessa, with the help of Richard, Anne, Tobea, and Hamlet used their political and business affiliations to not only blackball Patrizio and Isabella, but to punish their family friends Judith, Holofernes, Trinculo, and Maria from many of the meetings, clubs, and ventures. The physical violence mainly stuck between the two feuding families. It got so bad to the point that the Monty children and their affiliates were blocked from attending private school.

It's not surprising to anyone outside of the groups to see why tourism and migration in Veronaville depleted during this period.

[aconfusedsquirrelsstuff]

A family can be a man, a hologram of his dead bunkmate, a humanoid lifeform that evolved from his pet cat, an unstable sanitation mechanoid and a senile ship computer. And I think that's beautiful okay?

[shrikebrother]

everything i ever did, i did it all for you.

ella wilson / steven levenson / metamaiden / pasek & paul / lana del rey / bates motel (image source: @sofialamb) / dear evan hansen / andrew barth feldman / @corpsecoded / lorde / ocean vuong / ethel cain / kira madden

[ari-leah-arts]

Innocence and Playfulness

“Vader said it’s safe to come out and play now.”

“It is. We have missed you.”

(IFS art. Little Theo is an exile who’s been recently reunited with his caretaker.)

Edit: forgot Norman’s scar.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Tipsy

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this!! it was fun for me to write. reblogs are appreciated<3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p-in-v, spanking, should i say more? 18+!!!

Daryl wasn’t sure how he got here but he knew he wasn’t complaining. His hands ran over his face at the girl below him, begging him to take her. His thoughts were scattered and he was aching as well. He couldn’t help but to think back to the exact thing that brought them alone together in this very room.

Rosita was having a welcoming party for some of the survivors him and Rick had found on the way back from a run, they were very trustworthy people Rick thought, Daryl on other had have some concerns but eventually brushed it off. She was very welcoming to this new found group of people, leaving Daryl to become protective over her anytime she was in a room with them or around them.

But somehow this welcoming party ended up with a few shots of whiskey and other drinks Rosita pulled from her cabinet. Which turned into a very let lose Rosita who sat at the table making sexual jokes towards the girl and Daryl making their cheeks and face turn a blood red color. She wanted her embarrassment to slip away from her so a few more shots should do the trick, but that only turned into more embarrassment when she lost control of herself, clinging to Daryls sides, rubbing his arms and complimenting him every so often.

It was no surprise her and Daryl had something. But it wasn’t really anything to slap a label on, neither of them did that kind of stuff, the rest of the group was aware of the strange friendship they had, sneaking off together to find abandoned cabins so you could spend time together, Daryls light hearted effort at bringing her things back from a run that put himself in danger sometimes just for her, the fact that every time the group was on the run before they found Alexandria they both always seemed to choose each other to snuggle up to in the abandoned places or in the ice chattering winter. It never failed, they always chose each other, but that’s as far as it went, there no kissing, no romance, just small things that made them both very much close.

That was until tonight. Daryl was flustered to say the least, he had no idea how to help her in her state of mind especially when she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so he snuck away leaving you with Tara and Rosita as he sat in the corner, keeping a close eye on her as she danced and laughed with the other girls, this was the first time Daryl had ever seen her so careless, free, having fun. He loved this look on her.

“Daryl!” She slurred, stumbling over to him.

She met eyes with the man, almsot tripping over her own feet. Her body was warm with alcohol, her head spinning and joy rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure when she had let lose this much but she was enjoying it. She fell right into his lap, her legs over his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, earning a grunt from him. She looked at his flustered face giggling at his reaction, she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. She placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Wha was that for?” His cheeks flushed even more.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Who would if I didn’t?” He joked, she laughed along with him.

Daryl was impressed at himself for controlling hisself but it was getting more difficult as the alcohol coursed through both of their bodies and she began squirming and giggling in his lap. She leaned up, grabbing his bottle from the table sat in front of him, he noticed her dress rose up almost flashing him in the progress. She sat back down, adjusting herself and that’s when she felt it. Him.

Daryl wasn’t sure what it was, the alcohol or the girl that he loved dearly sitting on his lap in a very short dress, taunting him enticingly with every move. She smirked, now realizing exactly what she was doing to him.

“You want me or something, big guy?” She giggled drunkenly, her hands on his broad shoulders.

He grunted. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Take me to bed then.” She began to rub his shoulders.

This was killing him. Every moment.

“No, y/n-“

“Pleaseeee.” She pouts.

How could he say no to that?

“You’ve hada nough.” He grumbles, pulling the beer bottle from her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

The disappointment flooded through her along with the slight embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said that and that a few seconds ago she was sitting on Daryl Dixons lap while he had a boner, all because of her.

She let out a squeal when he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door. She was far too clumsy to walk and he could definitely handle his liquor. Her face buried itself in his chest, the cool wind blowing against her skin.

“You’re warm.” She mutters, eyes feeling heavy.

“You gonna pass out on me?” He jokes.

“Maybe.”

Once Daryl gets her to her house, he lays her in the soft bed, she grips his collar pulling him to her.

“Please kiss me.” She begs needly.

“Yer drunk, Y/N.” He sighs, his hands planted on both sides of her now.

“So are you, please I want you.”

All of the begging made him slightly uncomfortable in his pants, she connected their lips and Daryl didn’t kiss back at first but when he did another foreign feeling exploded through her, going straight between her legs. She whimpered against his lips, causing his breathing to hitch slightly as she rubbed her legs together to get rid of the friction.

“Daryl, please, I-“

“You want me baby?” His hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Yes.” She breathes.

She giggles, hooking her hands in the hem of his pants, cupping him in his ever so aching areas, a groan fell from his lip. She rubbed him slowly, seeing the effect it had on him made the wetness in her panties spread. She wanted him so bad for so long she couldn’t believe it was finally here.

“Wanna-wanna feel you around me so bad.” He mutters, his hips bucking into her palm.

She squeals once his hands get under her dress, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending vibrations through her as he presses a finger down to her aching wet core, causing her to whimper. “This for me?”

“All for you.”

“You wear this to tease me tonight? Dancin’ around in this little short dress, touchin’ on me. You knew what you were doing, ya little slut.”

His words were laced with lust. Pressing his thumb down harder to her clit, she moaned her hands shaking has he rubbed slowly, her hands finding her way to his shoulders. Her legs instinctively spread, inviting him in, he thrusts into her every so often, his other hand rubbing circles on her hips. She was falling apart underneath of him and he was enjoying it.

“You want this?” He asks but nothing was heard from her besides whimpers and moans. “You gotta use your words sunshine.”

“Y-yes.” She moans. “I want it, take it from me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

He moves his hand off causing her whine at the lack of sensation. “I should spank ya for teasing me like this.”

Oh man. She thinks, realizing the trouble she has gotten herself into. She did admittedly wear this dress just for Daryl, hoping he would notice her but he noticed her in different way. In one swift motion he sits down, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking her over his lap, she gasps. Her legs squeeze together, rubbing together for friction once more, her core dripping, begging and aching for him to touch her.

“Yer so needy baby. S’hot.” He murmurs, rubbing her skin from her back down.

She whimpers as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin, he lifts his hand and lands hard. The pain connects with her aching core, sending her forward slightly. He runs his index finger up and down her core.

“You like that baby?” He whispers, she nods, causing him to land his hand back down on her. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes. Touch me, please!”

His hand lands hard again, rubbing the stinging part.

“I should make ya beg for it. Teasin’ me like that. Just like ya do all the time, this is for all those times, Y/N.” He says, the tent in his pants aching.

He collects the slick from between her legs and sinks two fingers inside her. She’s whimpering, aching and begging across his lap. Her body takes over, the knot in her stomach begging to be released as his thick fingers falter in and out, in and out. Her orgasm was intense, her thighs shaking and jolting from under his touch. He pulls them out in one swift motion, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off the juiced.

“You taste so good, bunny.” He groans.

“I want you inside, Daryl.” She begs, squirming from underneath him. “Please.”

He flips her over onto her back, her legs spread inviting him in. The sight is enough to bring you to heaven. He runs his hands over his face. The drunkness mixed with pleasure was something she’d never felt before, Daryl was definitely the only man to make her feel this way.

Daryl unzips his pants in one go, pulling down his boxers and taking his shirt off. His thick cock springs out of his boxers against his stomach, throbbing as every vein sticks out. Her eyes widen. Oh boy was she in for a surprise. He places his hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Her innocent drunk eyes looking into his. He was melting.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Daryl Dixon.” Her impatient response earns a chuckle from him.

He enters in one more, breathing harshly through his nose.

“Ahh!” She whimpers.

The bliss over came her, she pushes back to his thrust, leaving her breathless. Her wetness made him slick enough to slide out easily and re enter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for me, sunshine.” He hissed. “S-so good. Feels so good.”

“You feel so good. I love making you feel good.”

His thumb lands on her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. The feeling was once again taking over her body. She began clenching around him, causing another hiss out him, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Daryl would never forget the sounds falling from her lips. Her second orgasm sent her spiraling into sweet sweet serenity, shortly Daryl following behind with a string of cuss words, fully emptying in her. He pulls out watching the leaking cum slide out of her and he smirks, falling down in the bed next to her.

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing restoring back to normal. His mind suddenly shook from all the filthy thoughts and turned them into sweet cute ones, loving how messy her hair was, and how she was still in her dress, it rolled up and her panties slipped to the side for his easy access. He couldn’t help but savor the moment of the beautiful girl he loves, all fucked out because of him.

“Did I fuck ya to sleep, sunshine?” He whispers, running his fingers softly through her hair.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He whispers placing a small kiss on her head.

She grabs his wrists. “No, stay. I want to snuggle with you.”

Snuggle? He snorts.

“Anything for you, bunny.”

He dips back down in the bed, holding her tight against his warm chest. Both slipping into a deep drunken sleep.

[lilyevanstan1325]

He does it on purpose.I know.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Ok do the thousands of Bethyl shippers realize it means they're headcanoning Daryl as a pedophile or

[darylandcarol4ever]

What Carol WANTS 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥❤️‍🔥🔥❤️‍🔥🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

[and-stir-the-stars]

Welcome to the Crying Child Weekend Bash!

What is it?

A weekend all about the fnaf 4 Crying Child! Create fanworks-- fanart, edits, fics, poetry, or anything else you can think of-- that center around the Crying Child and match one of the day's given themes (don't worry, there's a free space day too, in case you want to participate but don't want to do a theme)

When is it?

The event will run from Friday January 5th to Monday January 8th, 2024!

Can I still participate if I use a special name for the Crying Child?

Hell yeah! Evan, Chris, Norman, CC, Cassidy, Stormaggeddon the dark lord of all-- doesn't matter what you call him; all Crying Child content is welcome.

Can I submit content for the event if it's for an au?

Yep! Just make sure to provide a brief summary of your au along with your work (at the beginning if it's a fic) so anyone who isn't familiar with the au can quickly get caught up and engage with your work for the event!

What are the prompts?

Friday, Jan 5th: Nightmare / Blood / Fun

Saturday, Jan 6th: Friend / Family / Haunting

Sunday, Jan 7th: Trust / Betrayal / Trapped

Monday, Jan 8th: Free space! Submit any content you have that doesn't follow a theme

For any day(s) that you want, post something that follows one or more prompt! You don't have to include all three prompts in a single work; you can pick either one, two, or all three prompts to incorporate in.

Where can I go if I have any questions?

Feel free to leave me an ask or hop into my DMs if you have any questions about the event, or about what content is or isn't acceptable as a submission.

What are the rules?

If you want to submit something for the event, then make it in a post, tag me in it, and label the post with #crying child weekend bash so I can reblog any submissions!

Do NOT make content shipping CC with anyone, and don't include any smut in anything you make for the event. I won't reblog it if you do.

Triggering content disclaimer: you're free to make content as dark as you want. Body horror, severe injuries, murder, character death, etc are all welcome, but you MUST make sure to tag and trigger warning this kind of content. If I notice something isn't tagged appropriately, I'll bring it up to you privately, but if you don't fix it then I won't reblog.

That being said, this weekend bash isn't necessarily about angst works. A lot of the prompts seem angsty, but I tried to put in a good mix of prompts so that if you want to make a fluff piece or a humor piece without any angst in it, then you should be able to do so. Fluff and crack are as welcome as angst pieces are!

This should go without saying, but the works should center around the Crying Child, not any other character.

If you mixed up your calender or a certain work took longer than you thought and you don't have it finished by the day the prompt is, you're more than welcome to post your work on a different day. I'm not gonna be too strict about deadlines; we're all here to have fun, right?

@justalittleegg @doombum @pey-up @cloudwhisper45 @angeygirl @fyrefrostanimus @connectionterminated13 @catwithacupofcoffee @crumbleclub @honey-bunnysaurus @dire-kumori @raven-the-haven @puhpandas @soniccrazygal @destefaniart @serenefig @raccoon-in-a-dumpster

[unanimouslalablah]

Capp children as toddlers, and most of their spouses.

Late 1960s

Consort and Contessa with a toddler Cordelia. Richard and Anne with a toddler Albany (the oldest of the Capp spouses).

Late 60s-early 70s

Consort and Contessa with a toddler Goneril. Tobea and Hamlet with a toddler Cornwall. Goneril ans Cornwall are the same age roughly when the game is loaded.

Early 70s.

Consort and Contessa were thrilled when they had 2 children Regan and Kent in a year timespan (to rub it in to the Montys), but were very stressed and overwhelmed to deal with two toddlers.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had my own face as my lockscreen and also Norman Reedus was there and I told him he was my real mother.

[vox-anglosphere]

Norman Rockwell's iconic portrait of a family's Thanksgiving dinner

[mcbride]

Uncle! DARYL DIXON & JUDITH GRIMES THE WALKING DEAD 10.12 Walk With Us // 11.23 Family

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Was hoping to get lots of writing for my fic done today after work but unfortunately I woke up this afternoon to the news our family dog had passed in the backyard. This is pretty hard considering he was a very vocal dog, I mean he barked when my mom would get ice. It was super sudden and we took the time to bury him, but it’s still a lot.

Death is big thing to me, I don’t like the concept of it or the idea of it, to think that the last time I had saw him was when my mom picked me up after work, then I take a literal three hour nap and hes just gone.

I was hopefully gonna have the fic out by tomorrow or the following days after, but usually after a family death (because we’ve only had two other losses) my mind is very quiet and blank so I’m not quite sure if that’ll stay the same.

I’m really sorry that this is different then what I normally post, but it’s just in case I disappear off tumblr for a minute.

I’m so sorry Bubbles. You were such a stupid little shit but I wish you could be a stupid shit for just one more day.

[lilyevanstan1325]

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OC

A/N: The stories will follow the show's timeline only partially, many characters will have different stories than the original ones.

Some characters, places or events do not correspond to the TV show, I am only granted some "licenses".

I don't own any rights to TWD or its characters, scene or original dialogue.

I own only Summer and the main plot of the story, do not copy or use without permission.

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for every mistake.

Especially the ones you'll find in Daryl's speech.

Writing using a southern accent is something I don't do very well and I hope you can understand me and even help me sometimes.

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Warnings: For anyone who has seen The Walking Dead knows exactly how the show works and what kind of crude topics are often shown.

I already warn you that each of my chapters will contain a different trigger that will not be reported at the beginning of the chapter so anyone who doesn't feel comfortable with these topics is better not reading my story.

This story contains mature content, including:

Graphic scene, strong language, gore, death, violence, sex, racism, pregnancy, miscarriage, weapon, drugs, abuse, blood, alcohol, self arm.

Age gap: Daryl is 35 years old and Summer is 24 years old.

Summary: Summer is a sweet, cheerful girl in love with life.

Her parents love her more than anything in the world and she could never imagine not having them by her side.

But then the apocalypse takes all of that away from her.

Nowadays she is only a shadow of what she was.

She was forced to run away from the only man she believed could love and protect her forever.

She finds herself alone and exhausted in the middle of the woods, waiting to die.

But then a mysterious man saves her.

Daryl.

A man with a past full of demons.

Maybe their meeting will decree the survival of the girl and the rebirth of the archer.

Between lies and secrets will they ever find some peace in the end?

Is there still room in this world for feelings like love, friendship and honor?

Or will fears and misunderstandings do nothing but drive them away from each other, allowing themselves to be devoured by their own mistakes?

🔥Moodboard🔥

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 coming soon