#nova legacy

[bastardtrait]

not even all that long after it was Soma birthday featuring a not very tasty cake and the Big Depression.

Soma: I am thirteen and have a great mistrust of public services.

[lonerwuf]

johnny and iggy's babymoon (insp.)

[novacomics]

legacy trio.... i miss u guys so much

[plant-sim]

Excuse me sir, THE ARM VEINS!!

[cas-sims]

Sleepy time...

[arrythmicdisaster]

they’re gonna get arrested for loitering!!!

[simplyamazingsims]

Nova Lyles (all grown up now) and her fiancé Nasir.

She's another part of > The Carter legacy turned cooper - gen 6 💙

[i-am-the-iliad]

comfort and coffee

requested by the marvelous @urbanflorals!!

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: panic attack

pair: avery kylie grambs x jameson winchester hawthore

“I- I’m so sorry, could you repeat that?”

Avery smiled at the flustered barista’s expression. It wasn’t every day you met some of the richest teenagers in America. Avery knew the feeling. 

“An iced americano, an iced mocha, and two almond croissants,” Jameson said with a smirk directed at the barista, who blushed tomato red. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne had an effect on people, and he knew it.

“That’ll be fourteen dollars and ninety-four cents.” The barista rang them up and grabbed two pastry bags. She hurried to give them a couple of almond croissants from the glass case in front of her (nearly dropping one in the process), while her coworker chuckled and started on their coffees. 

Avery almost laughed but cleared her throat to stop herself. “Thank you.”

The cafe had no other customers except a girl studying at one of the little wooden tables. She had headphones on and seemed to be in her own world, barely noticing her surroundings. Avery and Jameson waited on the other side of the cafe and grabbed their drinks a few minutes later. Avery spotted the barista furiously typing away on her phone.

They sat outside the cafe at a little white table with a design that reminded Avery of lace. She took a sip of her coffee. “Want some?” she asked, holding the cup out to Jameson. 

He tried a bit, stared at the cup, and handed it back to her. “That’s all yours, Heiress. Way too bitter for me”

Before Avery could respond, a bulky white van pulled up by the cafe. She heard the click of a camera. 

“Look alive, I think that’s the press.”

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The paparazzi only got worse, so bad that they spotted the cafe manager talking to the barista outside, who was getting increasingly paler. She caught Avery’s eye and mouthed, I’m so sorry.

Oh, Avery realized. What the barista was typing on her phone was probably a social media post, and the press must’ve seen it. 

But oh, God, there were too many cameras. Too many flashes. Too many people watching.

Click. Click. Click.

Until they turned into gunshots, two exactly, one after the other, hitting the nonexistent tree in front of her. Bark exploding, Jameson on top of her, a sharp pain in her collarbone. A missed shot that would haunt Avery forever. 

She was breathing heavily, back slick with cold sweat. Too hot and too cold at the same time. Twin gunshots repeating over and over in her head. 

Jameson looked at her from across the table, like he could read her, could tell what was happening. And honestly? He probably could.

Avery reached for Jameson’s hand, entwining their fingers together. To the paparazzi, it would look like a touching moment of young love. Perfect and picturesque. With the pad of her thumb, she spelled out an O, and then a R, followed by a W, in the palm of his hand. Their code for overwhelmed. 

Jameson’s green eyes softened. As he created a great show of ease, he let go of her hand and rose from his chair. Gathering their coffee cups and almond croissants, he hooked his arm through Avery’s and led her away from the cafe.

They walked in silence to Jameson’s car, a sleek black Porsche. Jameson pulled the keys out of his jeans pocket and unlocked the car, first opening the passenger door for Avery, and then entering the driver’s seat. 

Avery was still shaking, trying to calm her nerves down as she breathed in and out, the breaths coming out too fast. She wasn’t a crier, but her throat was clogging up like she was about to. Her black top felt as if it was suffocating her. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Avery,” Jameson said. He placed the coffee into the cup holders and shoved the croissant bag into the glove compartment before taking her shoulders. “What happened there?” he asked.

“The paparazzi,” Avery choked over the lump in her throat. “Too many cameras and people.”

Jameson didn’t seem too impressed with that answer, but he leaned over the central console and wrapped his arms around her. “Heiress,” he whispered, holding her close. “It’s okay.” 

Avery felt safe in her boyfriend’s arms, fingers running through her hair and gentle words murmured to her. The gunshots finally quieted down.

“Are you okay?” Jameson asked as he let go and sank back in his seat, feet settling on the dashboard.

“Fine.”

“Alright.” He pulled his feet down and sat up, reaching for his keys again. “Seatbelt on, Heiress.”

“Where are we going?” 

“Somewhere quieter,” was his only reply as he revved up the engine and pulled out of his parking space.

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“Tahiti, Heiress,” Jameson said half an hour later as they drove down the highway.

He called Tahiti. There wasn’t any avoiding it. 

Avery sighed. “The cameras clicking…they reminded me of the time I was shot at. When we were in the Black Wood.” She turned her head to look at him before saying, “I can still hear the gunshots in my head sometimes.”

Jameson gave her a quick glance in the rearview mirror before moving his eyes back on the road. He reached out and squeezed her hand gently, one hand still on the steering wheel. Avery took that as a sign to continue.

“It makes me feel like I’m in danger all over again, and my mind goes to a scenario when I really am unsafe and you’re not there with me like last time-”

“Avery,” Jameson stopped her, his voice gentle. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. “There’s no need to worry about that because I sure as hell will always be there to protect you. That’s an oath.”

Avery gave him a small smile. “Did you rehearse that?”

He ran his thumb over Avery’s wrist before letting go of her hand. “What can I say? I made that oath that night in the Black Wood.”

“Thank you, Jameson. Really.” 

Jameson made a final turn before parking and switching the engine off. “Anytime, Heiress.”  

He unlocked the car and opened the driver’s seat door, stepping outside. Avery heard the tap of his sneaker-clad footsteps on the pavement as he moved around the car to her door and opened it for her. Jameson took her hand with a crooked grin and helped her out of the car. 

Avery looked around her, her eyes taking in the sight of sand scattered across the ground, teal, glass-clear waves colliding with the shore.

“You took me to…the beach?” Avery asked, eyes wide but blank, trying for a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“Yeah.” Avery saw his grin falter, and he scratched the back of his head.

Avery loved the beach. It reminded her of when she was little, taking trips to the shore with her mom. She was too overwhelmed to show that, though, so she took Jameson’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Want your coffee?” Jameson pulled the car door open again and reached for the takeaway coffee cups. 

“Yes, please.”

He grabbed her iced americano and his mocha from the cup holders before closing the door with his foot. It shut with a soft thud, and if Avery were any more freaked out she would’ve started hearing gunshots again.

They walked near the shore in silence, prints in the sand trailing behind them. 

Jameson unlaced his sneakers and pulled off his socks, shoving them into his shoes, and stepped into the water. It sloshed around his ankles, and some seeped through the hems of his jeans. Avery watched as he breathed in the salty air and stretched, his back muscles flexing. 

He turned his head and caught her staring.

“You coming?” Jameson asked with a smirk that told her he wanted to tease her but had stopped himself.

Avery looked away and unzipped her boots, setting them a few yards away from the shore and wading her feet in the water. She moved to where Jameson was standing, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. 

They watched the waves for a few minutes until Avery’s rush of adrenaline died down. Her legs started to feel wobbly, and she grabbed onto Jameson’s arm before she fell. He led her to a dry part of the sand and sat them down. She sat cross-legged on the shore while he stretched his legs out in front of him, pulling her close.

It might’ve been something in the salty air, or the soft surge of the water and the distant screech of a seagull, but Avery’s nerves finally calmed down. Her breathing slowed.

“Jameson,” Avery said, lifting her head off his shoulder.

“Yes?” he asked as he watched the blue-green waves crash the shore and move back, over and over again.

“Thank you.”

Jameson leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, soft and slow. 

“Anything for you, Heiress.” 

[thelaceylegacy]

Nimbus: thank you!!! Nova!! you lied to me!

Nova: did you really think I was gonna miss our 40th? Hello, I celebrate every wrinkle in this precious body of mine.

Nimbus: well that's something to tell you apart from glamma. Nice hair by the way.

[burningfudge]

Spider-Man (2016) #8

[touhoutunes]

Title: ふわふわどれみー (Fluffy Doremy)

Arrangement: Shibayan

Vocals: nachi

Album: TOHO BOSSA NOVA 8

Circle: ShibayanRecords

Original: Eternal Spring Dream

[bastardtrait]

the current house is simply overflowing with happiness. but of course because the game is now givething, it has to be takething. Kenyah got the call that Nev has just passed.

thank you for Nevaeh, @lizillasimming. I loved her a lot. and I WILL! 🤓☝🏼 be crying for the rest of the day

[xmsmarvel18]

SAMKAMILES (aka The Legacy Trio)

Pov: Miles And Sam Reunited With Kamala After She Came Back From Her Death.

I honestly miss them so much. If I not wrong the writers and the artists in The Champions Vol 4 issue 10 (2021) mentioned about cancelling the Champions comic series.

Marvel destroyed this trio by killing Kamala and excluding Sam (When more Kamiles takes place in comics which I don't hate them lol).

I have a feeling that after the whole Ms Marvel : Mutant Menace comic series, they might bring remaining Champions characters like Sam, Viv, Amadeus and more in writing another Champions comic series with Kamala being the Mutant.

This trio made my childhood days amazing since 2015.😭💕

Pls, don't do something bad to them, Marvel.

Three of them had dynamic friendship throughout the year.

Marvel treating Sam like trash. Honestly, he should deserves more in comics.

[novacomics]

.... ssamkamiles, maybe? (for doodle requests)

legacy trio my beloveds (btw to other ppl that have requested recently, i will be doing the requests but it will take sometime, probably i will start again at wednesday)

[plant-sim]

🎃🎈🎪 Spooky day is here! The family threw a party in the graveyard! 🎃🎈🎪

[cas-sims]

Starlight Shores is great! Nova loves the sea.