#swimming pool sofia

[babyari777]

[twosides--samecoin]

inspired by the somewhere movie poster. something something dads who don't know how to dad realizing way too late they're nothing when their daughter isn't around

[brinaarcadia]

LAMB IS WATCHING.

[baronessvonglitter]

Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 7 🍒 "Swimming in Stars"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 2,256

Summary: you and Joel enjoy a little one-on-one time in the pool and discuss your concerns about your first time together..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), slow burn, talk of sex and expectations regarding reader's first time, talk of using protection (a must, y'all!), dry humping, reader's race not mentioned, reader wears a swimsuit, story takes place in summer 2003, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this chapter is super significant to me as it highlights just how important communication is when it's going to be a couple's first time together, and especially when there's an age gap.

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Joel has one rule: that you take your time. He doesn't want to rush you or make you feel like he won't wait for you because honestly, as he tells you before you go your separate ways that same summer night, "You're worth waitin' for."

Naturally it's impossible for you to sleep that night. So much has happened in just a couple of weeks. It seems that the moment you've stepped outside of the safety of the environment you've known your whole life, you're seeing exactly what opportunities await you.

And you really want this opportunity with Joel.

Now the ball is entirely in your court. You call the shots. And you don't even know where to begin except you know you want to spend more time with him. You like Joel a lot, and you want to get to know him better.

You spend the rest of the weekend with your cousin before she leaves for an international flight. Truth is, you haven't spent much time together, and it's nice to get out of the house with her to go to the mall and the movies. But every other thought is about Joel. What's he doing right now? Is he thinking of you?

Your attention is easily diverted from the latest Fast and Furious movie, and when Sofia goes for a quick restroom break you pull out your phone and text Joel: Pool party tonight. Just us. 10 pm.

Putting your phone back in your purse your heart pulsates with excitement at the riskiness of the text. You're not that bold, but somehow he makes you so.

You let the rest of the movie distract you, but truth be told you can't remember the rest of it even five minutes after leaving the theater. It's not until you're back home that you see he's replied: I'll be there, sweetheart

Sofia leaves that evening, and you are alone. You get ready, wearing the same swimsuit as last time, knowing Joel liked you in it before. You don't know what to expect of the evening, because quite honestly you invited him over on a whim. 10 o'clock comes around a lot sooner than you think, and so you lounge out on a lounge chair float, watching the stars, trying to still the rapid beating of your heart.

You hear a knock at the side gate and then a hesitant swinging open of the gate door.

"You gonna join me?" you ask. You see Joel out of the corner of your eye and smirk. "Or are you just gonna stare?"

You hear the low rumble of his chuckle and it makes your heart melt. "I'm a visual guy. I like watchin' you like that. You look so damn pretty. I just about ran every red light all the way from Tommy's place just to get here to you."

Heat colors your skin. "And Sarah? Where's she?"

"At a friend's house."

That fact seems to hang in the air between you. Now you're alone together, the discussion from yesterday seems to be the elephant in the room, so to speak.

"So you're gonna watch?" you break the silence. "Or are you gonna join me?"

He takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, a playful little smile on his lips. He looks so relaxed, so at ease in your company. "I didn't bring anything to swim in."

"You've got boxers on, right?"

"Maybe."

You chuckle, seeing that he's trying to be hard to read. You climb out of the pool and wrap a towel around your midsection, joining him on the lounge chair, in his lap. Your heart is beating like a bird trapped in a cage but it's so thrilling to finally be alone with him. He sits up and holds you, strong arms wrapping around you. In this moment you're both quiet, enjoying this tender moment. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, fingertips tracing your arms and your sides. When you kiss him it's soft and sweet, almost innocent, the tips of your tongues barely meeting.

"That night at our pool party," you tell him in an intimate whisper, "we were playing in the pool and when we hugged, I felt.. you know."

Joel slows his touch but doesn't stop. "I remember."

"Was that.. because of me?"

He gives a sarcastic little snort. "Sweetheart, your thighs were practically locked around my head. My thoughts of you were indecent. So yeah I was rock hard."

You shiver and he grabs you tighter. "That night, after I walked you home, I touched myself. I fantasized about you." It feels good to say it now, now that it's not a deep and terrible secret.

"Oh god, sweetheart. I did the same."

Every single drop of water in the pool cannot possibly douse the fire you feel in your veins for this man.

"What did you fantasize about me that night?" His breath is warm on your cheek.

"I fantasized about what you would feel like.. inside me."

A low growl escapes his throat. "You still want that from me? Want me inside?"

"Yes," you reply, even as a flurry of turmoil grows in your belly. "Soon," you reiterate.

This seems to calm him, as his breathing evens out, his gentle touch returns. "Might I ask one little favor, sweetheart?" His voice is tinged with honey. "Would you give me a little massage?"

Smiling, you brazenly straddle his lap, gently kneading his shoulders. You love the feel of his skin beneath your touch, and you marvel at how soft yet how strong he is capable of being. "You need someone to do this for you every day.."

And beneath you, you feel his desire stirring. Just a few light layers of clothing separate you. "If there were two of you, then yeah, I'd want this every day."

You laugh. "That's kinky. Why two of me? Are you saying I'm not enough on my own?" There's a teasing note in your voice.

"One of you to give me a massage and the other to make me a sandwich." He laughs as he ducks your playful whack. "What I meant to say is that with two of you.. there's more to admire?"

Nerves afire with your lively banter, you gently push your hips down on his. "Think of all the things you could do with two of me.."

His hands grip your hips firmly, squeezing. "Oh my damn god, sweetheart.. I want you so damn much," he growls.

"Then have me, Joel," you say, so easily, as if switching on a light. Your mind is clouded with lust, and every move you make is based purely on instinct rather than emotion. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

Joel sighs, his eyes soft even as he's hard other places. "Hell no. I'm gonna be so damn gentle with you."

You bite your lip, scooting off him a little to undo his belt but he gently stops you. "I need you to wait," he says.

You freeze. "What's wrong?"

"Sweetheart, you want it too fast. I'm going to give you what you want, but not like this." Frustrated, he buries his face in your neck. "God damn it I just wanna do the right thing by you."

"I guess there are a lot of specifics to work out," you murmur gently, caressing the nape of his neck.

"Such as?" he cuddles into your neck.

You feel a little embarrassed, but if you're going to eventually sleep with him you have to be able to be honest with him. "We have to think of where to do it, whether we should have a date beforehand to lead up to it. And I'm not on birth control, so we'd have to consider protection."

His hand caresses the small of your back. "We could do it at either your place or mine, and I like the idea of having a nice little romantic date beforehand." He gently traces the curve of your face with his fingertips. "I want you to feel safe with me, sweetheart. I'll get some condoms. Hell, we'll probably go through a whole box real quick."

You give a sigh of relief. "I like that we're talking about this, Joel. I don't want to go into this blind."

"I'm gonna be here for you every step of the way, even if you decide you don't want to go through with it," he swears. Looking away a moment he seems to collect himself. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean? How would you hurt me?" you gently turn his face to look at you.

He sighs. "I don't want to be too much for you, too intense for you, especially when you've never had anyone else before. You don't know just how fuckin' bad I desire you."

"Joel.. when the time comes for us to be together, I'm going to trust you not to hurt me, not on purpose. I've heard the first time can hurt anyway, but that kind of pain will be worth it, to be with you."

He whispers your name and kisses you, stiffening when you pursue it with more passion, pressing yourself against him.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "You're right. I want everything right now, but I'm not thinking. Oh god, I need a distraction," you whine. "A cold shower or something."

"A shower's out of the question just now, but I have the next best thing to cool you off," Joel chuckles and picks you up, carrying you bridal style over to the pool and it's only at the last second that you realize what he's about to do and you screech as he drops you into the water.

You surface, sputtering and wiping the water from your face. "What the hell?" Joel's gleeful chuckle sounds in your ears right before he splashes in beside you. He grabs you by the waist, both of you weightless in the water. He's rid himself of his clothes except for his boxer briefs.

"Come here," he says, kissing your lips. "You're one hell of a girl.."

He's easily forgiven. If anything you love that you've brought out this mischievous side of him. "And you're one hell of a man.." you wrap your arms around him, whispering in his ear. "And you let your guard down too easily," you tell him, pouncing on him and pushing him underwater before swimming away, laughing as you swim away.

He comes up and swims right after you, making you squeal. "You shouldn't have gotten in the pool if you didn't want to get wet." you warn him.

"Shouldn't have invited me over if ya didn't want me to get you wet," he quips, pressing you against the side of the pool where you're both semi-shrouded in darkness. "God, sweetheart, you do not know what you do to a man."

"What about what you're doing to me?" Pressed close together you feel his hardness, and now that it's just the two of you you're free to explore this, to feel the rigidity of his desire for you. "Joel.. please just rub up against me.." you ask.

This elicits another growl from him, and even in the darkness you can see the hunger in his eyes. He does as you ask, albeit gently at first, testing to see how much you want.

You gasp as you feel him, thinly veiled by the wet confines of your swim clothes. He knows exactly where you need his touch, and it's like a shock of electricity to feel that pressure on your clit. "Feels good.. right there," you whisper, clinging to him.

He kisses you deeply, pressing a bit harder, smiling when your breath hitches and becomes quicker. "You like this, sweetheart? Oh this ain't nothin' compared to the real thing."

"Joel," you whimper. "Keep going like this.. please.."

The water splashes around you as you try to keep your cries to a minimum. How can only touching feel so good? How many nerve endings can you possibly stimulate? It's as if you've never really known what your body can do, what it can become under someone else's touch.

Touching.. that's all it is. But it's enough to drive you to the edge. There's that familiar feeling, like when you're on a roller coaster and your heart leaps into your throat just before you take the first sharp dive. "Joel!" you moan, kissing him to muffle your sounds as you come: a quick, sweet shot of lightning in your veins.

As your body relaxes, Joel backs off so as not to overstimulate you, but keeps his arm around you, stroking your damp hair.

"Sorry if I was selfish," you mumble.

He laughs and puts his hand on your cheek. "You're not selfish at all. We both wanted it. And sweetheart, you look fuckin' angelic when you come." His voice is husky and sweet as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You're still reeling from this experience, and in the aftermath of your orgasm you have clarity of mind, as if all your troubles have melted away. You know you'll be grateful to Joel forever. "What about you? You didn't even.."

He smiles. "Don't worry about me. You're more important."

"Are you gonna.. take care of it later?" you smirk.

"One of these days I hope you'll feel comfortable takin' care of me yourself," he smirks, making your heart do a flip flop, and you pull him closer before the night comes to an end.

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[didishawn]

PLS DO A SMUT WERE PEDRI AND Y/ N HAVE CHILDREN AND THEY HAVE TO BE RLLY QUIET AND THEIR CHILDREN WALK IN LMAOO

Unlocked door (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: lots of Spanish, smut, getting caught, awkward talk

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Having kids is hard, that is something you have had in mind since the first test informed you and Pedri about the pregnancy that would later become your first kid, your precious Leo.

Having a kid is hard, is what you always thought whenever it was your turn to get up to calm the baby when he couldn't sleep through the night -god bless Pedri, who took charge of the situation even on times it wasn't his turn.

Having a kid is hard, having two kids is harder, that's what Rosy told you when you told her about what later would become your dear Sofia -it's all worth it though, she also told you, and of course she is right.

The kids are now older, Leo is 5, Sofia 4, finally having started sleeping on their own beds for the night.

Pedri's career is doing great, but being a great football player also means being requested to fly out a lot too, but you both manage, still as in love with each other as the very first day.

The problem, well, not really a problem but your horny partner would state otherwise, is that kids + busy careers makes all harder for sexy times or how you call it in front of the kids "mommy and daddy private time that means always knocking", and having to go from such an active sex life you and Pedri used to have to having to be content with the quickies and few kids-free nights is hard. You are honestly embarrassed to think about all those post-match times you hace taken the chance of your kids playing around with others under the watchful eyes of one of Pedri's teammates to sneak around to have a quick fuck in the dressing room or some available closet.

Pedri has been quite touchy the whole day -you can't blame him, it's been a long time since your last alone time. Arms around your waist as you cooked breakfast and kisses on your neck, a hand on your knee as you all ate together, his head on you shoulder arm around you during movie time with the kids, showing off his abs when in the pool with the kids. During lunch he doesn't even pretend not to be gawking at your bikini-covered breasts, and as you both clean up the table, he gets close to your ear, almost seductive as he does so, leaning down he goes and whispers:

"Vamos a cansarlos para tener un poco de tiempo a solas" (let's tire them up so we can have some alone time)

Needless to say is that your lover makes sure the two little demons are exhausted by the end of the day, running around the house, swimming on the pool, some football, jumping around and finishing the day with a meal that has their stomaches full as they fight against their eyes closing.

"Ve a la habitación, yo me encargo de ellos" (go to the bedroom, I take care of them)

You are quick on your feet as you enter the room, even if you know you have a while to prepare, you take a quick shower with a soap whose scent you know makes the midfielder go crazy. You don't bother with any makeup apart from some strawberry flavored lip balm that your lover goes absolutely feral for -years of experience have given you the knowledge that at the end you will always end up crying off any eye make up.

You wear the tiniest piece of lingerie you can find in your closet, don't bother with anything else as you know he will rip it away, just sit on the bed, waiting for him, looking pretty as he likes it.

The door almost slams open, a naughty expression on his face as he looks you up and down.

"Dios mío, no sabes lo mucho que extrañaba esto" (God, you have no idea how much I missed this)

He doesn't waste any time as he rips his shirt off, the sight of his chest have you sighing, a dumb smile taking over your face as you are face to face with his lower half, hands reaching up to him, one on his chest the other on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his lips instantly on yours, his tongue down your throat.

You hand on his chest plays with the patch of hair there then goes lower, you feel his abs tense when your fingers graze over his v lines then to the happy trail.

You separate from him, looking into his lust filled eyes, your hands on his shorts and pulling them down, his cock almost hitting you as it bounces out from it's confinement, standing thick as always his balls full and precum bouncing from his tip.

"¿Ahora ves lo mucho que echaba esto de menos?" (you see now how much I missed this?)

You nod, hand reaching out to grab him, but he stops you, shaking his head.

"No puedo esperar más, necesito estar dentro tuyo" (I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you)

A cheeky smile takes over your face, turning you both around so he is laying on the bed, your hips moving over his, his head falling back as he moans out, hands on your waist try to stop you but you deny him.

His tip does a delicious friction on your clit, he can feel how wet you are even with you panties denying him any entry.

He is frustrated, you both are really, your hips lift up your hand goes down to tease yourself, panties pushed aside, you line him up with your entrance and don't wait a moment to fall down on him, his cock instantly kissing your cervix and stretching you out to you limit.

You feel so full of him, your eyes glossed over, he knows how to work you, a strong grip on your waist as he moves you up and down.

The two of you are far too gone to keep the noises in, it's been far too long since the last time you found yourselves in this situation, you are far too sensitive, almost trembling you are whining, moaning, he fucks up into you and you can't help but groan at the slam of his balls against you, so full, neither will last long.

He sits up, you on his lap as he grinds up into you, his pace strong, fucking you roughly, not wanting to wait any longer for the extasis that you can both feel burning in your tummies, his face buried on your breasts as he places kisses on them over the thin fabric, a hand reaching to your back to let him see all of you.

He doesn't have the opportunity for it though, as over the loud noise of skin against skin, your ears catch the sound of your door creaking open, and with an agility that even impresses yourself, you are off his cock and pushing him down to cover yourselves.

"¿Mami, que están haciendo?" your four-year-old asks, curiosity on her eyes as her older brother stands behind her, a frown on his face. (mommy, what are you doing?)

"¿Papi te estaba haciendo daño?" that words have you both snapping up, tuning to share a look as you try to think about an answer. You always thought this type of situation was just one bad comedy shows added for drama, apparently it also can be true. (was daddy hurting you?)

"Obvio que no, amor. ¿Por qué dices eso?" (of course not, love. Why do you say that?)

"Escuche como golpes y a ti gritando" (I heard slapping sounds and you shouting)

Your face is red and you have to hit your partner's side as he snickers. You give him a look, and he knows it's up to him to fix everything.

"Mamá y yo solo estamos jugando, no hay nada que preocuparse, de verdad" (mom and I were only playing, nothing to worry about, really)

"¿Qué juego era ese?" you love your daughter, really, but sometimes her curiosity brings you real trouble. (what game was that?)

You look at each other, you clear out your throat "Un juego que las mamás y los papas juegan cuando se quieren mucho" (a game moms and dads play when they love each other a lot)

"¿Puedo yo jugarlo?" Pedri's eyes snap wide open. (can I play it?)

"¿Y tú con quien quieres jugarlo?" (and who do you want to play it with?)

"Pepi!"

"Quiero decir, no amor, solo nosotros los adultos podemos jugarlo" (I mean, no love, only us adults can play it)

"¿Qué edad tenemos que tener para jugar?" your son asks, he too quite curious apparently, your face is about to explode, giving them both a look. (what age do we have to be to play?)

"Muy mayores" you say "Ahora a vuestros cuartos que ahora voy, es muy tarde para que un par de granujas como vosotros estéis despiertos" (very old. Now go to your rooms I will be right behind, it's way too late for you two troublemakers to be awake)

Your kids, God bless them, listen to you and leave you and your lover alone, you turn to him with a pointed look.

"Tú y tu pequeño problema quédense aquí, ahora vuelvo" (you and your little problem stay here, I will be right back)

He groans as you sneakily pass your thumb over his tip, teasing him and walking off with a cheeky look, he drops down, desperate for you to come back as he glances to his member, still as hard, tall and thick as before

He knows that it's all fine for the night, but he really hopes your kids forget it all by the morning, or he won't be able to look them straight to the eye.

Next time he will make sure to lock the door, and he hopes you don't realise his small mistake when you come back, because his balls really need the release and you shouting at him won't give him that.

[lostsyren]

🎞️˙✧˖°📸⋆｡˚ pictures that remind me of rafe & sofia part 2

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Quiet contemplation:

- Rafe never takes photos of her or them– it’s always Sofia who captures the moment, but occasionally, when he feels comfortable, he feels the need to immortalise the memory of how beautiful she looks

- silent, loving glances

- he likes to watch her when she reads, the way her eyebrows furrow in concentration making Rafe smile

- she likes to watch him when he’s talking about something he loves– whether it be a story from his past, or an incident in the present, Sofia loves the rare moment Rafe becomes a chatterbox

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Soft Rafe:

- neck kisses, forehead kisses, the way he brushes his lips across her knuckles

- Rafe tries to be gentle with Sofia, afraid he will hurt her like he does everyone else

- he tries to imitate what he sees other relationships are like– flowers, chocolate, gifts. But Sofia much prefers when he shows up for her at work, makes her breakfast when she sleeps over, fixes her broken shelves…

- Sofia’s giddily laughs at everything whilst Rafe just watches with a soft smile, not getting what is funny, but being happy nevertheless

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Moments of fun:

- both Rafe and Sofia have stress in other facets of their life, so when they are together, they both just want to unwind and have fun

- he gives her swimming lessons in his pool

- she takes him running through her home city in Mexico, showing him all the things from her childhood

- they often find themselves clinging to each other in laughter, feeling like they can be kids again with one another

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *

🎞️a/n: what other moments would you like to see?

[chrissdollie]

I SAW THAT YOU WERE DOING THE MOOD BOARDS/SCRAP BOOKS AND I WANT ONE PLEASE!!

can I please get a mood board!!

my name is Fay and i want to be paired with Chris

i like to swim, sing, cook, read, and watch movies/shows

ENFP personality

im a yapper and I'm extremely extroverted and hyperactive, I love making people laugh and try to treat everyone kindly

100% a girls girl

My favorite flowers are pink tulips and white roses

My favorite animals are cats and swans

My favorite colors are pink & white

my favorite songs as of right now are "good graces", "Juno", "Bed chem", - sabrina carpenter. and "Sofia" - clairo, "wildflower" -billie eilish (you can use any lyrics from any of those songs I don't mind!!)

any picture of Chris smiling is fine with me!!

I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT OMGGGGGGGG please tag me when you post it!

hehe hi fay!! i hope u like itt (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) @sturniowhore

🥛 DOLLIE MAGAZINE 🎀

VOLUME 001: LOML Looks ! page two

light academia moodboard + chris hcs for fay! 🕯️🍨🐈📖

you and chris get along super well! your bubbly and hyper traits drew him towards you almost immediately.

yap sessions!! i could see u guys talking about anything for long periods of time without any distractions. there's definitely late night talks but also times where you could be surrounded by other people like your friends, nick, matt, etc and chris would prefer ranting to you than anyone else :(

u like to swim + chris does as well and omgomg just think of all the silly stuff he'd do. definitely the type of person to start splash wars, see who could make it to the other end of the pool faster, taking pics of u in goofy goggles !!!!

binge watching shows constantly. and u both talk during them too lmaoo. most people would find it annoying but sometimes chris doesn't understand what just happened so u explain it hehe

^ i also think watching shows tg would stir up plenty of inside jokes. specifically mocking a character's actions ! u could be hanging out w/ nick on the sofa and chris would come over to u, oddly slap ur cheek (SOFTLY of course), point his finger at you, and say "no, bad!" and nick is like wtf

^ this is in reference to a not so popular show called dexter LMFAOO

your tastes in music definitely clash a bit but he'd probably randomly mix some of ur fav songs into his playlist just bcuz c:

cook for him PLEASE!!!!! that boy orders doordash far too often and he's basically best buddies with the delivery guy atp

i chose that pic of him holding cats in ur moodboard bcuz think of adopting kitties with him eek!! would probably say he doesn't want them at first but then is obsessed with their soft fur + playfulness

[areanoodles]

Can't you see it?

You can't tell me you can't see the same thing. Honestly.

Sofia the first has a big place with me as well as heathers. I've watched sofia the first since I was little, ended up rewatching a few episodes like 2 years ago, and watched a few episodes I hadn't seen yet. Which for the most part when I was little I had watched season 1-2. The show just gives me great nostalgia and it holds a big place in me since i watched it ever since I was little and rewatching episodes and special episodes just makes me feel great.

Amber- Heather Chandler

Hildegard- Heather Duke

Clio- Heather Mcnamara

Sofia- Veronica Sawyer

Rewatching episodes of sofia the first, I've started to pay more attention to clio and realized how adorable she was. I knew she existed in the series before but I never paid attention to her character as much. Now that I'm doing that more now, I realized how adorable her voice and character is. Sidekick clio was also an amazing episode.

I honestly love these girls(Amber, Hildegard, Clio, and sofia). I just love them so much! Also, Hildegard just had this stare she gives off in most episodes. Like in "The big sleepover" episode, she just has this kind of smug look. In that episode Ruby and Jade also made me laugh a lot for no reason. When ruby said "Awww, a white squirrel", it made me laugh!

Also, when Ruby(I believe Ruby asked the question)asked Clio if she had swimming pools in every room of her castle and Clio says "yes", it's like, why do you have swimming pools in every room of the castle? Honestly, it would just be funny to see.

I did ship Sofia and Hugo very much but 2 years ago when I thought more into other ships sofia was in, I started to like those other ships more(like, oona x sofia, sofia x vivian). I still like sofia x hugo(hugfia)though. I really do. But now with the other ships, it's like I also favor the other ships. Also, Clio x hildegard, before, didn't really ship them as much but I understood why it was a great ship. But now..... but now I have came to the conclusion that I do ship them!

I do think hildegard and clio just seem so cute together. I just love the ship more than ever now. In the episode "The secret library: Olaf and the tale of miss nettle", when hildegard said how she wanted a talking snowman after seeing olaf, it just sounded so cute!

I really cannot express how much I love this show. The music too! Straight bangers! I love all the characters singing voices. It just blows my mind how far the show has came. I did read an article about sofia the first supposed to have a spinoff. I think that'll be interesting. I'd actually enjoy to see more of sofia the first, and seeing/getting a spin off would actually be good. I guess.. will see how it turns out.

Also, I like how in the show it is shown how much sofia and amber don't want to lose the attention of their parents. For instance, in once upon a princess(the pilot/feature film of the series), amber does become the jealous stepsister to sofia, being jealous that sofia will be getting the attention and not her. Which is shown throughout the whole pilot and also amber sabotaging sofia in the process. In the end, they do make up. In other words, in the episode "Moms the word", sofia also shows how much she'll be missing the attention of her mother, Miranda, once she learns that amber and James will be joining them together. I just brought this up since I thought about in the morning and compared the two situations in my head.

But on that note, I love sofia the first

This is all I have to say

Everyone in sofia the first is gay

And bye!

[annefolklore]

~Wilmon domestic fluff~

feat: Their kids and their cats

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They’re cat dads. When they got their first appartement, the first thing they did was to get a cat, he's a male. They named it The Lorax. Then after a few months they decided to get a second one, a female, they named it Willow.

What a surprise it was for Wille and Simon when they noticed that Willow was pregnant, a few months later. They looked at Lorax like this “🤨”

Their suspicions were right when Willow gave birth and the kitten (a female) turned out to look like this. So now, to both their happiness and despair, they had 3 cats. They named the kitten Olive. So yeah, at 22ish years old, they were already a family of 5 lol

Then, they got married at 25/26 and ofc their cats HAD to be there. Maddie and Felice made sure that the cats were dressed appropriately for the event: The Lorax wore a bow around his neck like this, Willow wore a flower crown on her head and Olive wore pink bows on her ears.

A few years after they got married, in their late twenties/early thirties, they wanted to have children. And their two bedroom apartment wasn’t gonna do the job, so they moved in a new house. I would see them living in a house a like this.

They immediately loved it at first glance. It’s a 3 stories house (basement, ground floor and first floor). 3 bedrooms in the first floor and 1 in the basement.

There is an inground swimming pool in the backyard.

As I said in one of my headcanons, they have 3 children in total. The 2 oldest by surrogacy/egg donor and the youngest by adoption.

When they chose a surrogate/egg donor, they made sure she looked like at least one of them. And they got quite the jackpot because Maria (let’s call her that because I don’t wanna keep writing surrogate the whole time) looks like Simon but with some features that ressemble Wille, like her nose and the same hazel eyes. She’s a beautiful Venezuelan woman with the same tan skin as Simon, curly hair and plump lips.

For their first child, they took a sample of Wilhelm’s spermatozoid (Idk the process of surrogacy/egg donor, sorry). The baby ended up being a girl, they named her Sofia Linda Eriksson. Sofia doesn’t have a lot of Maria’s melanin. She looks like Wille but with curly blond hair (let’s imagine Ludvig was a blond) and the same hazel eyes as him and Maria. She has anxiety like Wille too and he helps her to cope with it and to find great ways to relax. Sofia is the eldest kid by 2 years between her and Valentina, and 3 years between her and Ben.

Their second child was made with Simon’s spermatozoid this time. It turned out to be another girl and Wille and Simon couldn’t be happier. They named her Valentina Pilár Eriksson. She is literally Simon’s twin. She’s just like him, physically and emotionally. The same tan skin with long curly hair.

Simon raised the girls to never be insecure about their hair or ethnical background and to be proud about who she is.

Eventually, they wanted another kid but Maria was already pregnant of her own husband, so they decided to take a different approach on this one. They went to the orphanage and were immediately smitten over a 4 years old boy. The orphanage told them that he was originally from Greece but moved to Sweden with his mom when he was still a baby. Unfortunately, a lot of things happened and she couldn’t afford having him anymore so she gave him up to this orphanage.

His name is Benjamin Niko Bouras. He’s White with curly brown hair. He’s a shy kid and it took him a while to get accustomed to Wille and Simon visiting him at the orphanage, but eventually he warmed up to them.

They prepared everything at home for him. They moved Valentina’s things to Sofia’s bedroom so they could share a room and Ben could take Valentina’s. The girls were more than happy to share, it meant more playtime to them.

When they took him home for the first time and he met Sofia and Valentina, he was really shy to interact with them and would only stay with Simon, Wille or play with the cats.

Wille and Simon quickly picked up on his separation anxiety. Ben didn’t want to sleep in his own bed and always ended up sneaking in his parents’ bed. He hated going to daycare and had full on meltdowns when they’d try to take him there. So eventually, Simon and Wille decided to keep him home if they could.

Ben didn’t like to talk a lot, he preferred to communicate in signs and squeaks. It worried Wilhelm a lot that his kid wasn’t behaving like other kids his age, but Simon recognized this behavior…

It took them a few months before Ben was officially diagnosed with autism. He wasn’t really severe in the spectrum and the doctors assured them that with some speech therapy, Ben would talk more. And they were right, because slowly, Benjamin was more loud. He spoke out loud his wants to his parents. He only stops talking when he’s around people he doesn’t know or isn’t used to.

Ben also hates sudden loud noises and hides somewhere whenever he hears one. The first time it happened was during Sofia’s birthday party and 2 balloons popped back to back. Wille looked for Ben in every room of the house, his heart was pounding in his chest with anxiety. Until, when he was in his own bedroom and heard a small squeak sound he recognized coming from inside the closet. He opened the closet door and found his son crying, his knees to his chest and his hands on his ears, shaking from fear. He sat beside Benjamin and comforted him for as long as he needed until they had to go back downstairs for Sofia’s birthday. Benjamin stayed in Wille’s arms the rest of the evening.

One day, Wille was filming Simon and Benjamin interracting and playing together, when Ben called them both Dad and Papa for the first time since he started speech therapy. So he has on tape, Simon crying of happiness while giving their son the biggest hug.

Valentina and Sofia always include their little brother in their games. When they play princesses, he's the knight or the dragon king. When they have tea parties, he's always invited.

They call him Little Ben <3

Ben’s special interest are dragons. His bedroom theme is dragons, his birthday cake is always decorated with dragons and he has a collection of dragons figurines. His favorite show is How to train your Dragon. As he grew up, he started having math as another special interest. It fascinates him how math and numbers can be involved in anything.

When Ben was 12 years old, his parents started giving him more independence, like his sisters, and trusted him to go out by himself. He didn’t go anywhere too far and was always in the same spots: either at his friends’ house, the park or running errands for his parents. But his favorite places in the entire world (his words) is the local library and the bookstore around the corner. He absolutely loves reading because it allows him to explore other worlds in the comfort of his bedroom. His favorite genres are fantasy, science-fiction and of course math. Wilhelm installed library shelves for him to organize his books

When the kids were teenagers, Valentina and Sofia spoke out on their needs of privacy and sharing a room wasn’t for them anymore. So, Wille and Simon gave Sofia the guest room in the basement. She loved it because it was like she had her own appartement, she could now decorate the room how she wanted without her sister’s opinion.

Valentina is a really girly girl meanwhile Sofia more or less interested in those things.

Sofia like purple, Valentina is the pink sister, and Benjamin likes green. There was one Halloween where Simon and Wille dressed them as the chipmunks.

Sofia didn’t want a big quince, she only wanted to go out to eat with her friends and family somewhere.

Meanwhile, Valentina’s quinceanera was really big and really expensive. It was pink themed and she had her bestfriends and her sister as her damas. Benjamin and her few guy friends were her chamberlands.

Sofia plays soccer, Valentina plays volleyball and is a cheerleader at her high school, Ben is in the math club and student council.

Sofia did a lot of sports growing up but her favorite is soccer. Her aunt Rosh is really proud of her for it and gives her tips on soccer.

At first, Valentina hated sports, just like her papa. But eventually she began to like playing volleyball and played it for a few years. But meanwhile, she fell in love with cheer so she quit volleyball for it. She’s a flyer on her team

I see Ben being a math genius, like he’s a walking calculator. He participated in a lot of math competitions as he grew up and always ended up winning or at least on the podium, while his family cheered for him in the stands. He has a lot of math trophies in his room. He hates physical sports, he prefers the mind sports like chess, cards, Go and being a mathlete.

But everyone has their flaws right? Sofia is never bothered. Like to the point where she doesn’t care about a lot of things and it can cause harm to people around her, because she’s not that empathetic. Valentina can be really petty. Meanwhile, Ben can be really selfish and he can say some pretty mean things sometimes without realizing. He doesn’t understand that some things aren’t meant to be said out loud and it got him in trouble at school a few times

Linda often comes to visit them and see her grandkids. She often brings them gifts or money, to Wilhelm and Simon’s despair because they think she’s spoiling the kids too much. So instead, you know how grandmas secretly gives money to their grandchildren like they be drug dealers or something? That’s Linda lmao. She goes into their room to give money to them and say “Don’t tell your parents” before leaving.

They spent Thanksgiving at Linda’s house and she cooks A TON of food. Like, there is a lot of leftovers.

Meanwhile, Wilhelm’s relationship with his parents has healed overtime. Kristina and Ludvig come to visit sometimes and they get to know their grandkids and Simon.

When they were younger, Valentina and Sofia were sooo happy to discover that they’re basically real princesses. Well, they’re not since Wille abdicated but he let them believe that they were.

Simon talks to the kids in Spanish so they can know their heritage. He speaks Spanish to Benjamin too so he doesn’t feel left out. So technically, everyone in the household knows Spanish. The 3 kids + Simon speak it meanwhile Wilhelm understands it really well but isn’t confident enough to speak it.

Most of the time, Simon cooks and Wille cleans.

Simon is the spider-killer of the household because Wille and the kids are all afraid of spiders. Particularly Valentina, like don’t even talk about them while she’s there because she’ll throw a fit. They’re called the “s word” in the family.

They have family board games nights almost every Friday and it’s so funny and entertaining. Valentina and Simon cheat in every game, Ben gets upset because they won’t play by the rules, Sofia flipped over the monopoly game because she was mad of always being the first one to go bankrupt, while Wille tries to keep everyone at peace (he fails lol)

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yahh this is my ch1 of my first nellfia fic. it's a modern art student au set in the darkroom. go read it babay!!!! pasting it onto tumblr for convenience if u like.. feedback (or reading it at all) is appreciated so much.. i love u

Chapter One:

dead art/impossible things

Nell cursed herself.

She had a free afternoon, and owed Charles a favour - never, ever a good place to be. They were both Foundation students at Broadwater School of Art in Tottenham: old friends from the same year, though rather different disciplines. After a darkroom-related incident that he refused to dig into the details of, he had found himself in Sofia Blancheford's bad books - arguably an even worse place to be. She took rules and regulations very seriously, and though she didn't technically hold any power over what Charles did with his life, the lab was essentially her domain.

"You're not scared of her, are you?"

"Yes! Yes, I am. Please, Nelly, she likes you."

"No, she doesn't."

"Well, she tolerates you a little more than she tolerates me. Which is a big deal."

"Get Amadin to do it, she actually likes him."

"He's a busy man, Nell, and he hates conflict, you know this."

"What, and I love it, do I?"

Claiming pitifully to be banned, he had sent her downstairs to print the photos from a black-and-white fashion shoot of his, tooled with a thin plastic wallet containing the strips of negative film, a contact sheet with the best photos circled along with some numbers, and clear-ish instructions. Holding the sheet up close, they were lovely photographs, Nell thought - they displayed some of the elaborate costumes that Charlie had been crafting over the past couple of months. He was currently upstairs in the main studios, absolutely going to town on an embroidery hoop, desperately trying to finish the details of some decorative garment before the fashion crit next week - meaning he was especially grateful for her help.

The sculptor herself hadn't been in the laboratory since last year, and found it a generally disorienting place, smelling too strongly and all decked out in old, heavy, menacing equipment.

Unfortunately, she was a good friend - and since she rathered Charles not be killed, she stuck by her favour. Hopping down the stairwell, she passed the entrance leading out to the sculpture yard, where early March sunlight and fresh air pooled into the building. Clay dust floated from her jeans to swim around in the pale rays, and she walked a little slower. She turned the corner onto a hallway she rarely came by. The lightroom door was invitingly open.

As soon as she walked in, the harsh vinegar-like smell filled her lungs, and she grimaced. She'd reek by the end of the day. It wasn't a tiny room, but it was packed full; a chemical-stained metal basin stretched the length of the wall, which displayed dozens of safety information sheets, and grids declaring measurements; strings hung from the ceiling, dotted with paper hanging from wooden pegs; plastic equipment that Nell couldn't identify overflowed the shelves above the counter opposite. The door to the darkroom stood to the left, heavy and foreboding and plastered with warnings that Nell didn't bother reading.

She pushed it open and let it click shut behind her, allowing the pitch black to swallow her. Memories of a short, dark corridor returned - there was a second door up a few yards ahead, and all Nell had to do was find the handle - easy enough, but the consuming darkness disoriented her slightly. Fumbling with the final door, the dull red lamps that lined the darkroom ceiling were revealed, along with the quiet, albeit spooky whisper of running water. The light blue trim of her dirty white t-shirt turned grey. It was like stepping into another dimension. She knew the enlargers she needed stood against the walls, so clutching her materials, she moved blindly, and a little too confidently, away from the door - it was not as straightforward as that. She made it not two paces before colliding with an inky, fluttering shape that materialised in the middle of the room. Nell jumped and scrambled to get out of the way.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Watch yourself! And knock, please," they replied indignantly, clearly ruffled.

"I can't see a bloody thing! I thought I was alone in here, you scared me!" Nell protested, then regretted it slightly, because she had no way of knowing who she might be arguing with.

Squinting to adjust her eyes, she made out a dark head of hair and a sharp, cross little face. It was, indeed, Sofia Blancheford. She was not so lucky to have the lab to herself. They were classmates, and vaguely knew each other through Amadin and Charles, but rarely crossed paths - mainly because Nell was usually out and about in the yard, or bouncing around the studios, and Sofia was usually locked up in here. Nell had seen her work during crit; she was a fantastic student. She probably knew more about the darkroom than the technician did. As well as this, she was also reserved, aloof, and a little moody - not unkind, but no class clown, indeed. And now, Nell Trotter had waltzed into her domain and almost knocked her right to the ground without so much as a hello, how are you.

"It says 'knock,' in big red letters on the door," she snapped.

"Right. Well. Sorry. I'm not a big reader," Nell offered, somewhat sarcastically, somewhat flustered. Sofia gave a sigh of exasperation in response, and mumbled something about how it's a good thing I wasn't holding anything dangerous, strutting over to the basins to continue whatever sorcery she was up to. Nell rolled her eyes under cover of darkness, and located an enlarger to work on.

It was time to dust off her photography knowledge. According to her expertise, there was one thing she would need for certain.

"Um, where's the paper?"

There were a couple seconds of silence following Nell's sheepish request, before a curt voice crossed the room in response.

"In the fridge."

Low humming suggested the refrigerator running gently in the corner.

It glowed crimson on the inside to match the rest of the room, and was stacked with boxes of paper and film. She browsed the labels, and made the brave choice to crack a joke.

"No chance of me getting to store my lunch in here, is there? Only, the shared fridge is-"

"No," came the voice again.

Nell smiled to herself and picked the most familiar A5 package, and retrieved a few sheets. They were nice and cold on her fingertips. She inspected them as she sauntered away.

"People keep nickin' my sausage rolls, see," she lamented, to a resounding silence, and arrived back at her station.

Zoning back in, she fiddled with knobs and buttons until she felt confidently refamiliarised, and set to work inserting the first set of slides into the top of the enlarger; she adjusted the size and position, then happily lined up a sheet of paper under the projection, ready to print. She began to feel quite relaxed. The darkroom disoriented her at first, but the ambience of the low light, the gentle hum of electricity, and the soothing, aquarium murmur of the waterbath brought her peace.

She couldn't get too comfortable, because just as she was about to slide away the red filter and expose her paper to white light, Sofia broke the silence once more.

"Is it in focus?"

She was back at her own station, just a few paces to Nell's right, and poked her head around at her classmate's hasty setup.

"Huh?" Nell replied astutely.

"Your slide, is it in focus?"

Before she could protest, Sofia had already floated into her personal space, holding what looked like a little microscope.

"Is this Charles' work?" she interrogated, more than asked.

"I'm doin' him a favour."

Sofia hummed in response.

"Interesting," she muttered, in a way that made Nell wonder why it was interesting at all. "The paper's upside down."

Nell cringed at Sofia's blunt observation, and shamefully flipped it right-side-up, the shiny, light-sensitive layer revealing itself. The shorter woman leant over the paper, placing down her little tool and scrutinising it through the lens.

"It's not in focus. It's blurry," she confirmed, and twisted a little knob around in minute adjustments. For all her proud independence, Sofia was certainly a busybody.

"There. Look now," she ordered, and Nell peered through the little magnifier the same way her classmate did. She saw crisp shapes, the finest grains of the film emulsion. Not really caring, she stood up straight and attempted to shove the tool back in Sofia's direction.

"Right. Thank you. I can get on with it now, if that's alright," she dismissed, eager to be left alone, but Sofia was occupied by squinting at the numbers lit-up on Nell's equipment.

"You're going to overexpose this, surely?"

Nell sighed and shrugged, not really sure how to respond.

"Give me that," Sofia gestured at the contact sheet, somehow making it sound polite. Nell surrendered it reluctantly, and she scanned the digits Charles had scrawled.

"He's written them down, and everything, it's right here," Sofia uttered with confusion. It made Nell feel stupid. There's no reason why she should know what those numbers mean.

"They're his photos, I don't know why you care."

"If you're doing a favour, do it properly. I'll set the ISO and exposure for you, and you can print the rest," she announced decisively.

Nell threw her hands up, because she knew saying 'whatever,' out loud would earn her a nasty glare. She watched as Sofia turned a numbered wheel at the top of the enlarger. The image below got dimmer. She then adjusted the little control panel on the desk, decreasing a digital countdown timer from twelve seconds to four.

"There."

Nell mumbled an ungrateful thank-you, but it was clear Sofia didn't really care whether her help was appreciated or not. She was already busying herself on a different enlarger, once again consumed by her own work.

Turning back to the paper in front of her, Nell decided to just get on with it. She turned the projection off, removed the filter, and pressed a button, and it came back on in pure, gentle, white light. After four seconds it automatically shut back off with a pleasing click, and Nell whisked away the paper, satisfied.

Both students approached the basins with a piece of paper each. The station was a metal rectangle that jutted out at least ten feet from the wall, and was divided into three sections - two long, shallow troughs than ran side-by-side, and the waterbath, which took up the outermost end. The two dry areas had three labeled trays in them each, likely leftover from a workshop, and a tap and drain against the wall. There were pairs of metal tongs in each tray. A handy glow-in-the-dark clock overlooked it all, second hand turning, and a poster listing development times was displayed alongside. Sofia submerged her paper into the first tray, opposite of Nell, checked the clock, and began to tilt the liquid back and forth. Nell did the same, into the tray labeled 'DEV' - she was to leave it in there for sixty seconds, according to the poster. As time ticked by, she watched the magic happen before her very eyes. Under the shimmering reflections of overhead light, the paper at once went from pure white, to clouded with faint grey, to painted with deep, varied tones as the image shyly revealed itself.

"Holy shit," she muttered to herself in awe, and Sofia concealed a genuine smile.

Sixty seconds passed, and they transferred their prints to the trays labeled 'STOP'.

"Yours is dripping everywhere, let the developer drain off a little first. You'll dilute the other trays," Sofia nitpicked.

"Yeah, yeah."

Ten seconds passed in the stop-bath, and Nell scooped the photo up between the tongs.

"Try it this time, don't make such a mess."

Nell rolled her eyes, but did as she was told, and transferred the paper neatly to the final, stronger-smelling tray, labeled 'FIX'. Two minutes would pass in this one, and they passed without words. Sometimes Nell would glance up at Sofia, watching her waiting, and sometimes Sofia would glance back. It didn't really feel as awkward as it should have. Nell lost track of the clock, and snapped back to the task when Sofia moved hers into the wash. They mirrored each others' actions the whole way through. Nell drained hers properly before plunging it in, and they stood at the end of the station, looming over the inky water. Both prints spiralled around in the current amongst other unclaimed pieces.

Nell's (or, Charles') photograph had come out beautifully. The scribbled numbers were correct, and Sofia had adjusted the settings perfectly - the image appeared in sharp focus, with intense tones and exact contrast. She felt a subtle buzz of relief that she might not fuck up the entire batch for him.

The constant water flow babbled over the silence. They lingered there, watching the intricate, mottled images as they somehow contained themselves into neat little squares and swam hypnotically through the blackness. Sofia looked down at them fondly, before delicately rolling up her sleeves and dipping her hand in. The nebulous reflections on the water's surface scattered at her touch. Nell had a feeling that she might react similarly, in its place; Sofia's hands were fine, but agile, and professional in everything they did; they were tools of creation, or magic, or whatever you wanted to call it, and they were at work. She fished out her newest piece, after dragging it to and fro a couple of times under the surface to ensure the chemicals were washed away. Nell instinctually copied her, and the cold water felt good as it swallowed up to her wrist. Her own hands seemed rough and clumsy in comparison. Sofia made a habitat out of the lab; she belonged there, she suited it, in all her witchy, gossamer mystique. They were symbiotic. The woman's probably got night vision.

They inspected the prints together. Some kind of wispy double-exposure shimmered between Sofia's finger and thumb. Nell saw a drapey figure, barely there, disappearing into itself amongst the various other ethereal shapes. Most of it looked like fabric, a spectral veneer of some sort that gathered and stretched, and it glowed. A light source - a flame, maybe - made its way up the composition. The black space was minimal, but it located the subjects in an otherworldly, all-consuming nighttime.

Nell clutched a nonspecifically historical-looking portrait of Charles. Half of his monotone, made-up face was hidden by both a large, ornate fan - cradled in a silk white glove - and the shoulder of an absolutely huge velvet coat, the texture of which had been captured in soft, minute detail. Embroidery, feather trims, buttons, novelty seams, decorative tassels and lace all made for a display of delightfully handcrafted camp. His mouth was hidden, but his eyes smiled coyly at the camera - there was no trace of satire in his expression, or his pose. He might have been in character. He was elegant, feminine, sincere, and squinting in a manner she could recognise anywhere, from behind any outfit - for all of his elaborate, transformative costumes - to Nell, Charlie was distinct.

"He looks quite pretty," Sofia remarked. Nell smiled back at him.

"Yeah, he'll be thrilled to bits with these."

She looked back over at Sofia's work, struggling to find words for the deep, vague mourning - the intense feeling that she is missing something, that an opportunity has been left behind, that the past is running away from her faster than she can catch up with the future - that the picture brought onto her. Water trickled down her forearm and sank into her t-shirt.

"What's, um, your project about?" she asked, rather plainly.

Sofia's eyes flicked between Nell and the photograph, then tilted her head thoughtfully.

"I'm interested in impossible things."

Nell wasn't sure what she as expecting, but the answer intrigued her.

Sofia continued - "Imagine going back in time three hundred years, and showing this to someone. They wouldn't believe it. I can barely believe it. I'm interested in what we don't believe in - the supernatural, if you can call it that. Three hundred years ago, they would hang me for witchcraft, because they wouldn't believe this to be possible without witchcraft." She laughed, even at this morbid thought, without sarcasm; Nell couldn't help but smile at the usually no-nonsense woman's passionate affection for her work.

"I like the idea of comparing traditionally inexplicable myth and legend to the mysteries we've now since solved, and the technology we have today. We're always trying to rationalize things - I mean, analogue photography itself: we can study chemical reactions all we want. We can explain it and write research on it 'til our brains melt. It will never become simple, or dull, or earthly. Just because we understand it doesn't mean it isn't magic."

She looked up at Nell, in a genuine search for connection. She spoke every word like it meant the world, and to her, it really did.

"People can get focused on the most efficient way to get the most predictable end result. They look for corners to cut, control, replicability - making these reactions happen by hand is the antithesis of that. They treat it like a dead art. I love the process. I need the magic."

The whimsy her words held was like nothing Nell ever would have expected from Sofia Blancheford. She watched as those glittery eyes drifted gently back down to the print. Her hands and face were hazy and velvet in the crimson glow of the safelight; there was a mole under her lower lip. A halo of downy black hair incandesced in a similar hue above her head. Nell realised she must have been staring, and felt her own face turn a deep scarlet to match the party - she hoped it camouflaged well. She cleared her throat.

"Well, you're very smart, and the pictures are really good. I hope you write all that down. Very handy for evaluation."

Sofia smiled at her shyly, appreciating even the bluntest of praise. Nell dunked her print back into the cold water.

"I'd better do the rest of these bad boys. Thanks for fixing my stuff."

With that, she turned away briskly and attended to her station. The time passed rather smoothly after that - Nell fell into a peaceful, focused rhythm of work, and Sofia nursed her own creations a couple of enlargers away. Every so often, Nell would crack a joke into the comfortable silence, and Sofia would either ignore her, or crack a funnier one back. If she ever actually laughed, she did it very quietly. To begin with, the company was disappointing at best, and intrusive at worst, but now Nell found herself feeling content to work alongside Sofia - that was, when she wasn't being told off for something inconsequential. Gradually, she hated Charles less and less for getting in trouble and putting her into this situation.

There were around a dozen chosen photos he had circled, and each one was a treat, so it didn't feel like much work at all. He wanted to work in theatre, making costumes and puppets and the like, and his portfolio agreed with him - in the second, he wore a bandit's mask around his eyes, an excessively feathered hat, and a very meek pencil moustache.

In another, he wore a huge, cascading cloak of some sort, patched and quilted and embroidered with dozens of images, flora and fauna and people - a testament to his patience, it seemed. He looked away from the camera, and the garment took up most of the image. It was more of a textile artwork than a functional costume.

Someone lay on the ground in a landscape composition, crowded with faux-fur and other heavy textural materials. It could have been Charles under there, but it was impossible to tell. From the shoulders up, they were obscured by a large sculptural boar's head; it was papier-m��ché - Nell had seen it before. It lay there as if dead; it was weathered and off-putting, but Nell's favourite of the bunch. Its monstrous nature, and the ambiguity of the wearer underneath, recalled ritual folk costumes depicting spirits and the like, blurring the line between man and beast. Things like this had interested her for a while. She supposed it wasn't all too different from Sofia's proposal - a deep fascination with the far-fetched - realizing all the wild, inconceivable stories that people must see to believe, and once they believe, they go in terror of.

"Very interesting work," came a voice in her ear.

Nell almost leapt out of her skin when she noticed Sofia peering at the photos from over her shoulder. She hovered like a phantom, wispy hair brushing against Nell's cheek; she didn't seem to care a bit that she had almost stopped the taller woman's heart, and just frowned at her.

"No need to be jumpy. There are only a few vengeful ghosts living down here."

Breezing behind Nell with a dry tray in her arms, she began fishing out the other prints floating about.

"I don't know why you decided to help with Charlie's stuff, if you're so annoyed with him."

Sofia cocked her head innocently. "Why would I be annoyed with him?"

The rather cutthroat photographer wasn't one to hide a grudge, and Nell wondered if she had gotten the story mixed up. Before she could ask any further into it, Sofia gestured to the small pile of wet papers.

"I take it you're all finished? Are you coming to dry them off?"

"Yeah, alright, don't rush me," Nell replied, and deposited her handiwork into Sofia's tray, who waited impatiently by the door for her protégé to gather her other belongings.

"Thanking you kindly," Nell bowed as she passed through the first door that Sofia held open considerately, but was called back with a sharp, "Wait," quicker she could rush to open the second, risking flooding daylight into their little liminal realm.

"Always wait for this door to shut. You could ruin someone's work. It's also why you knock," Sofia ordered.

"Right, wonderful. Well, to my knowledge, literally nobody is in there. Unless they've been extremely quiet."

"It's about the habit," she insisted. By now, the interior door had long since shut and they were arguing in pitch black. Nell didn't care to stay longer than she needed. She swung open the entrance to the lightroom and squinted at the sudden contrast.

"Christ alive, it's like coming out of a casket."

She turned to see Sofia emerging from the gloom - dressed in practically mourning clothes, long hair matching the tone, face as pale as a vampire.

"Explains a lot, actually."

Sofia looked up from the tray, not listening.

"What?"

"What are we up to, then?" Nell diverted, coming to stand annoyingly close to the other artist's side. She hadn't yet seen her under proper light that day, away from the dreamy veil of the laboratory, and gave her a once-over. She wore black, corduroy trousers, that flared slightly over equally black, practical boots. In a tasteful shade of very dark charcoal, she wore a thin, long-sleeved black top that came up high on her throat. The bright blue lanyard almost spoiled it. You'd think she was trying to camouflage in there. No wonder I knocked into her, Nell thought, wear a bloody hi-vis next time.

Sofia didn't care enough to budge, and instead handed Nell a small stack of prints.

"Peg these up, for now."

She turned on a rather loud drying machine and began to feed some photos through; Nell turned to the basins, where strings were suspended wildly from above like vines. They fell into another comfortable silence, facing opposite walls, and the clock ticked closer to the end of the day.

Eventually, Sofia turned the machine off (its absence was noticeable), and she came to busy herself alongside her classmate with a few contact strips that were too small to go through. After a minute, she glanced over at the taller woman, diligently working, and turned thoughtfully to face her.

"You've got a striking side profile," she casually commented. She reached up to Nell's jaw in her fingers and tilt it for a better view.

Nell felt her insides scattering and turning over themselves, like those silvery reflections in the waterbath. She was taken by surprise, but barely thought twice about letting the smaller woman pose her around like a show pony - before she came to her senses and batted the hand away.

"Buy me a drink first, yeah?"

Sofia didn't dignify her with a laugh.

"I don't do many portraits, but I should have you model for me."

She didn't really phrase it like a question. That was the thing about Sofia - she didn't need to speak in hypotheticals. She had that sure-of-herself, naturally commanding presence that seemed to come with being a bit posh.

"Not in a million years, sweetheart."

"I remember when Charlie swindled you into it. You're a bit of a natural. I'd put my own spin you," she reasoned, as if it were an offer she couldn't refuse.

Nell remembered that shoot too, from a few months ago, though fuzzily - it gave her feelings, ones she couldn't place. Sofia was there, to help with the setup, and so was fashion student Polly, as another model. The work was fantastic, but for all of Nell's can-do attitude and brash personality, she was implausibly camera-shy.

"I owed him, again."

"Then I'll have to find you in my debt, somehow."

Again, it came with being posh - but Sofia's intonation did make it sound slightly flirtatious. Nell stood her ground.

"Not happening."

Sofia placed her hands on her hips thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes at her stubborn classmate.

"I have given you my time this afternoon."

"I never asked you to. And that weren't for my benefit, it were for Charlie's."

"I could just as easily have left you to figure it out on your own. You'd have been here 'til dusk."

She raised an eyebrow. Nell squirmed under Sofia's persuasive gaze.

"Let me pick my clothes," she bargained, "And I'll think about considering it."

She held out a handshake, which Sofia suspiciously, hesitantly, reached for. A mistake - Nell, like obnoxious lightning, yanked it out of the way and ran a hand through her hair instead. It was an admittedly smooth execution. She sucked air through her teeth awkwardly as if it were an accident, and grinned mischievously at Sofia.

"Ooh, I ain't that easy, love. Cheers for the science lesson, though, yeah?"

Sofia did not smile. She very clearly seethed, but spoke calmly as ever.

"You are insufferable."

"Good one. I'll see you around, Sof."

The clock struck four. With a suave wink and click of her teeth, Nell took her folder (and blinding grin) and bounced out of the department door, disappearing out of sight - leaving Sofia alone with a flush of furious embarrassment and the familiar notion that something important had slipped through her fingers.

[twosides--samecoin]

Process post mortem of Chapter 14's banner image.

This was inspired by the poster for the Sofia Coppola film Somewhere, which is a work that leans into father/daughter themes as much as my fic does. Building the pool and posing was the easy part. I spent way too much time trying to find swim trunks for Jack (the only one that wasn't a reskin of underwear was a retexture of a Fallout 76 mesh that seems only accessible if you purchased the outfit from the Atom Shop) as well as figuring out, shall we say, modest swimwear for Olivia. I considered making swimwear for both of them in Blender, but I'm trying to time manage project scope (I.E. there's a difference between spending an afternoon setting up screenshots and spending several days creating assets when I have a deadline). I'm not fast enough in Blender or mesh painting to make quality outfits in a quick timeframe. Another thing I did was update Olivia's skin textures to a 2k set. I also played with the design of the chapter update post - what do you think? I'm also continuing to work with @edaworks on album cover parodies for end-of-chapter assets.

Looking forward to Chapter 15 - we're gonna address some tension that has been building since Chapter 10, if not the whole story long. Things will change again - this time for the better. Olivia will get a true blank slate after moving to America and what happened in Goodneighbor - lord knows that kid needs a break.

Welp, back to work! Many projects ahead - new chapter, a yeehawgust entry, maybe some mods for people to try! Yay!

[sofiaanddisney]

It's been awhile since I watched STF... Mystic Meadows is one of my favorite episodes

Cedric is in it, and there are so many Cedfia moments. Do I seriously need any more reasons to love the episode?

Baileywick being the Buttercup troop leàder was great.

The part when Sofia asked Cedric to go to Mystic Meadows  was pretty funny. He practically told her about his plans to take over the kingdom, and she didn't even notice. LOL!

I love the song! Mystic Meadows is a wonderful place. And they have a swimming pool!

Poor Cedric... He gets coddled by his mother and criticized by his father. That pretty much explains his childish antics.

The dance scene was hilarious. Old sorcerers have a lot of energy. And Baileywick can play the violin!

I love the part when Sofia dragged Cedric off the couch where he was drowning himself in jellybeans. And what Winifred said about her being his only friend.

I also liked when she told Goodwyn the Great Pain to stop helping Cedric

The end was so good and heartwarming!

What I don't like...

Goodwyn's attitude toward Cedric. Enough said.

I put this episode in 4th place on my ranking list.

[brinaarcadia]

When you’re just trying to go for a swim but someone wants to ruin the fun.

[vprki]

От шаманизъм до поп култура: Цветомира Борисова - носител на Наградата БАЗА, 2024

„Манифестът на Потящите се“ е част от многокомпонентната и многопластова творба на Цветомира Борисова /на снимката вдясно/ „Потящите се“, с която младата авторка спечели Наградата БАЗА за 2024 г. написа за „въпреки.com” Ния Табакова, изкуствовед и куратор.

„Кап. Потящите се намират достойнство там, където другите намират безчестие. Така те са непобедими и в свободата си не се нуждаят от маски. Кап. Потящите се са искрени. Те влизат като робове на изтощението и излизат като негови господари. Кап. Потящите се знаят, че са прави, но предполагат, че ще останат неразбрани. Кап Най-важното е колко добре носите потта си.“

От легендарния „Манифест на футуристите“, написан от Филипо Маринети и публикуван на първа страница на френския вестник Le Figaro на 20 февруари 1909 г. до книгата „Манифестът на киборгите“ на Дона Харауей, издадена през 1985 г., тази форма на публична декларация играе ключова роля в изкуството, особено популярна като градивен елемент на авангарда в периода на Модернизма. Манифестът маркира промяната в мисленето и прехода на епохите, той е едновременно революционен акт, философски възглед и политическо заявление.

Цветомира Борисова "Потящите се"

„Манифестът на Потящите се“ е, може би, иронична препратка към авангарда на ранния 20-и век. Той извежда на преден план привидно тривиалната тема за горещината и потта, но поставен в глобалния политически контекст, дългите летни горещини в България и неклиматизираната изложбена зала на Софийска градска художествена галерия, улавя вълненията както на историческото съвремие в широк план, така и моментното състояние на, вероятно, голяма част от посетителите на събитието. Другият основен елемент от творбата „Потящите се“ са няколко миниатюри на потящи се и топящи се човешки фигури, в които се долавя смесица от еротизма в екстазите на ренесансовите скулптури и симпатичния драматизъм на японските аниме герои. Като част от творбата са изложени „трофеите“ и „инструментите и съдовете“ на Потящите се, които добавят пласт на връзка с Праисторията и възможността да си представим разглеждането на Потящите се като изчезващ вид, който подлежи на изследване.

Цветомира Борисова "Потящите се"

„Потящите се преоткриват качествата на естествената, кристална течност, охлаждаща телата ни и чрез специални уреди и съдове я съхраняват като трофеи, превръщайки я в чисто доказателство на вродената издръжливост, на която сме способни“, пише в своята концепция авторката и по този начин извиква образа на шамански ритуал, от който зависи оцеляването на човечеството. Творбата повдига множество теми и въпроси: от актуалните страхове, свързани с климатичните промени, през идеята за „потиснатата телесна реалност" на Юлия Кръстева, до свещената връзка с предците ни. Готови ли сме да приемем потта като манифест на възвишеното и да прегърнем предизвикателствата на бъдещето?

Цветомира Борисова

Цветомира Борисова (р. 1991 г., София) завършва Нов Български Университет със специалност Керамика през 2016 г. Стажант в СБХ (2016) и Swimming Pool (2018); участва в образователни проекти и програми, сред които New Creative Academy (2021) и School of Kindness (2021). През 2022 г. е резидент на Sarieva Gallery и осъществява първата си самостоятелна изложба „Cool S“. Сред другите ѝ самостоятелни проекти са “A Place to Rest“ (2022), Dupka Contemporary - Пловдив; ”Death at the Dinner Table: An Exploration of the Case of Johann Schobert and the Poisonous Mushrooms” (2023), ГАРА - София; ”Changes” (2023), галерия Харта, София. Участвала е в групови изложби сред които “Market of Desire” (2021), “Sofia Underground” (2023), “View With a Room” (2023), поп-ъп на ПОСТА в Берлин.

Александър Лазарков „Археология на Настоящето“

Останалите номинирани автори за наградата БАЗА 2024 г. също представят оригинални творби, разглеждащи актуални теми, които предизвикват интерес в културен, политически и технологичен аспект и които имат като локално, така и глобално значение. Така например, в работата си „Археология на Настоящето“ Александър Лазарков изследва  незаконните действия на строителните компании спрямо археологичното културно наследство на София. Изливането на бетон върху културно-историческото наследство или директното му заличаване, с цел „опазване“ на финансовите интереси на инвеститорите, оставя специфични следи в градския пейзаж, елементи от които Лазарков претворява в скулптурите си.

Диана Бункин "Инсталация"

Инсталацията на Диана Бункин, от своя страна, разглежда патриархалните традиции и парадоксалното отношение към женския образ (майката, родината, природата) в българското общество – от една страна боготворен, а от друга систематично потъпкван и унижаван.

Невелин Иванов „Кажи „Разбирам““

В ироничната творба „Кажи „Разбирам““ на Невелин Иванов, която включва видео и рисунки, авторът прави паралел между своя „говорен дефект“ и възприемането на съвременното изкуството, повдигайки  темата за приобщаването и достъпността на изкуството, но и желанието за самоусъвършенстване и възможността за придобиване на нови знания и умения.

Творбата на Кристина Ненова

Кристина Ненова, която живее в Англия, разширява локалната проблематика и представя една интимна работа, третираща темата за националната идентичност и двойното гражданство. Чрез консервирането на двата си паспорта от една страна, авторката се доближава до корените си и до спомена за своята баба, а от друга ги изважда извън контекста на тяхната утилитарност и ги превръща в произведения на изкуството, отричайки дуализмът, който те налагат. Работата повдига въпроси за традициите, миграцията и човешките права в един свят с все по-отчетливи националистични настроения.

Номинираните от ляво на дясно: Цветомира Борисова, Невелин Иванов, Александър Лазарков, Диана Бункин, Рослана Йотова, Радина Йотова и Кристина Ненова

Една от най-интригуващите и универсални творби в изложбата е интерактивната инсталация „Епохата ти“ на артистичното дуо rawlab (Радина Йотова и Рослана Йотова). Инсталацията се захранва от потока данни на посетителите и цели да повдигне въпроса за профилирането на човешката психика и редуцирането на личността до набор от цифрови стойности и статистики. Творбата предизвиква размисъл върху човешката автономност в един все по-технологично зависим контекст, в който дигиталният отпечатък определя нашата идентичност и самите ние се превръщаме в ценни източници на информация, които захранват системата.

Наградата БАЗА за млад художник до 35 години е основана през 1990 г. в Чехия с цел да популяризира съвременното изкуство, да насърчи културния обмен и да изгради капацитета на местните арт неправителствени организации. Тя е създадена от основателката на Фондацията за гражданско общество (САЩ) Уенди Люерс и по инициатива на първия президент на Чехия Вацлав Хавел. Днес конкурсът се провежда в дванадесет държави от Централна и Източна Европа, които са обединени в Международната мрежа за награди за млади художници YVAA (www.yvaawards.org). Наградата, чийто главен спонсор е Trust for Mutual Understanding, Ню Йорк, насърчава постиженията на младите творци чрез културен обмен, а именно двумесечен творчески престой в Residency Unlimited, Ню Йорк.

На снимката: Марина Славова, куратор, Аделина Филева /ц/ и Мария Василева /д/

В България Наградата БАЗА е основана през 2008 г. по инициатива на изкуствоведа и куратор Мария Василева и се организира от Института за съвременно изкуство – София, който осигурява самостоятелна изложба на наградения художник след края на творческия му престой в САЩ. Сред организаторите са Фондация "Едмонд Демирджиян" и Софийска градска художествена галерия, където традиционно се експонира изложбата на номинираните автори, а по време на откриването ѝ се обявява и победителят. От 2021 г. Фондация „Лъчезар Цоцорков“ също подкрепя проектите на номинираните автори. Тазгодишният победител бе избран от реномирано жури в състав: Ализа Еделман (специален гост, изкуствовед и куратор, базиран в Ню Йорк), Васил Владимиров (куратор на българското участие с проекта „Съседите“ на 60-ото Венецианското биенале, 2024 г.), Димитър Божков (философ и преподавател в Софийския университет), Калина Цонева (изкуствовед и критик, представител на Културния център към Софийския университет „св. Климент Охридски“) и Мария Налбантова (художник, носител на наградата БАЗА за 2020 г.).

Журито заседава...

От 2008 до сега Наградата за съвременно изкуство БАЗА са печелили: Рада Букова (2008), Самуил Стоянов (2009), Антон Терзиев (2010), Викенти Комитски (2011), Леда Екимова (2012), Кирил Кузманов (2013), Зоран Георгиев (2014), Александра Чаушова (2015), Димитър Шопов (2016), Мартина Вачева (2017), Мартин Пенев (2018), Вълко Чобанов (2019), Мария Налбантова (2020), Марта Джурина (2021), Красимира Буцева (2022), Виктор Петров (2023) и тази година Цветомира Борисова.  За не малко от тях имаме публикации в нашия сайт не само по повод на наградата БАЗА и с огромен интерес следим тяхното развитие като артисти. Станете час от тази престижна компания! Кандидатствайте, когато дойде моментът за БАЗА, 2025.

Изложбата в СГХГ на номинираните за Наградата БАЗА, 2024 продължава до 8 септември. ≈

Текст: Ния Табакова

Снимки: Стефан Марков

[leftistfeminista]

“Venda Sexy” location of sexual torture of leftist women, has been seized by the Chilean state

Even the name "Venda Sexy" or "Sexy Blindfold", also known as the Discotheque, is evocative of its meaning. This was a sexual hell for women, but a place of recreation for Junta guards. With terms like Discotheque evocative of a dancing night club. For years Feminist activists in Chile have campaigned to repossess the property and turn it into a memorial museum. But the owners repeatedly refused. Even offering to sell it at a lower price to private developers rather than what the state offered. Finally the Chilean stated has forcibly expropriated the property.

The Association of Memory and Human Rights Iran 3037 reported that after long years of struggle, the State expropriated the property called "Cuartel Tacora" or "Sexy Blindfold" by the National Intelligence Directorate (DINA). 

This property was used as a center of torture and extermination by the civil and military dictatorship and had already been declared a Historic Monument by the Ministry of Housing and Urban Planning in 2016.

The expropriation decree was published on September 1 in the Official Gazette, thus culminating the desire of said association to preserve the memory of the survivors and search for justice for the victims of the dictatorship who were in this place.

Alejandra Holzapfel, survivor and spokesperson for the Association, pointed out that "after years of resistance and struggle, we welcome this achievement", pointing out that "for the first time in the history of Chilean jurisprudence we managed to have it recognized and classified as a crime the actions of sexual political violence against the prisoners during the dictatorship, since in this place bloody procedures were experimented with, aberrant procedures that included the use of animals against young people and prisoners”.

The survivor and spokeswoman Alejandra Holzapfel recalled that "33 compañer@s disappeared in terrifying circumstances from this place and hundreds of us managed to survive to continue with renewed strength the denunciations and active struggles that were necessary to recover this property as Chilean patrimony, in protection of our historical memory and prevent the misrepresentations and denial promoted by various sectors of the country”. 

A swimming pool and a luxurious dining table isn't what we usually associate with a torture chamber. But it was part of the deliberate misogynist, patriarchal, fascist tactics of the Junta to demean and demoralize leftist women. To trivialize our suffering. To reduce leftist girls to ornaments and playthings, rather than a serious political threat.

From the memoirs of a MIRista college activist-

As we heard the truck begin to slow down, all of us braced ourselves. Although naked and blindfolded, I reached out to woman sitting next to me, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. Sofia had been a real support over the past few days as we were captured and arrested, and the mere knowledge she was there calmed me as I considered what was to come. Still, we braced ourselves as we prepared for whatever torture awaited us on the other end, the cold metal of the truck freezing against our bare asses.

"Comrades." Maria began, in her usual speechmaking voice. While some of us had known her for years and others only days, we didn't even need to be able to see her for all of us to play attention when she spoke, she just had that air about her. "I don't know what awaits us outside this truck. I have no doubt that they hope to break us. That all of us may very well experience pain the likes of which we've never felt or even imagined before. But we have to fight. Cooperate and we'll find ourselves shot once we've outlived our uselessness, dying for nothing but their own vindication. If we fight then it will be hard, and we may die, but we'll die free. That's something they'll never be able to understand".

Some of us wondered if there was a bit more to Maria's speech after the pause, but the vehicle's abrupt stop meant that it was time to put those words into action. And I intended to do exactly that, as did Sofia. Like I said, Maria was the kind of woman who you'd follow into hell, and although we couldn't see we all knew that she'd no doubt have a look on her face as though she intended to singlehandedly fight every fascist alive, I think we all got a bit of her courage too. For a few moments.

All of us felt ourselves pulled out the truck by hard masculine hands, and despite a few angry grunts we couldn't offer much resistance. One of the first things I felt was sunlight and gentle wind, almost as though I were outside, leading me to believe we'd been taken to a camp. Nobody spoke, but the next thing I heard was splashing of water and panicked screams. Immediately I started preparing myself to be waterboarded, taking long deep breaths.

As the blindfold got removed, I honestly froze for a few moments, unsure what on earth to do on think. I saw in front of me what almost looked like a holiday resort, with a large pool filled with bits of cloth and sun loungers everywhere. The army of shirtless soldiers and smirking generals shattered any illusions of pleasure, but at the time it causes so many question I could barely even process what was going on.

I remember seeing the sight in front of me as Maria and the other leaders were getting dunked into the pool mercilessly, as each guard took the chance to joyously slap their rear following each dunk. I even saw one of them tear out a woman's earring, before roughly stabbing her body with it. I saw Maria's mouth move under the water, but I had no idea if that was screams or a triumphant speech.

"Listen up, whores." One of the soldiers began, pacing back and forth as he faced us and let his eyes wander over our bodies. "In the pool you'll find bikinis. Get one. You may only use your teeth. If you don't, you'll be taken to the facility, although we haven't decided yet if we'll start with whipping or electro-shocks. There aren't enough bikinis for all of you." He calmly declared, smiling at all of us as he waited a few moments for it to sink in. "Better move quickly."

I remember the panic the moment he finished, and the feeling as someone behind me pushed me out of the way, desperate to get her own swimwear first. A few of the women fell over each other. Someone tripped and went face first into the pool. In desperate panic to avoid torture, I charged forward as well, reaching down with my mouth to bite a pair of bottoms. I saw the matching bra, and moved for it, but so did Sofia.

Barely thinking, I stuck out my arm, prompting Sofia to trip into the pool as well. Without thinking, I grabbed the bra and jumped to the side, gripping the swimwear with my teeth as though it were my most prized possession, snarling like an animal who's just caught her meal. One of the guards smiled at me.

I watched the scene unfold as it slowly set in what I just did. I saw Sofia frantically splash about in the water, desperate to find her own pair as they all slowly disappeared, all the while the screams of our leaders reminding us of the alternative. Then finally, they were all gone. A large handful of women got picked up afterwards by the guards, including Maria and Sofia.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear you scream once I start shocking these tits, you Marxist whore!" One guard shouted as he roughly slapped Sofia's chest, before gripping her tightly against his body, feeling every inch of her. She screamed, but nobody cared. I couldn't take my eyes away as I watched her disappear behind the door, screaming even louder.

"Outfits on, whores. We're going to have lots of fun today!" The man from earlier shouted, and we all obediently did put on our bikinis. To be honest I was just grateful to have a bit of decency, even if it was something I'd normally never get caught dead in. As I looked around at the panicked expressions of my compatriots, things only got more complicated as we saw more men march towards us.

One of us got picked up and sat next to the pool with some old man. One rather large man picked up three girls and made them lie on top of him like he was a god. I was unfortunate to be picked up by a man easily old enough to be my father and with a burning hatred in his eyes. He dragged me along to a seat by the poolside and wrapped me over his knee.

"Get- Get your hands off..." I began protesting, not entirely sure where I was going with this but just doing it out of instinct. He responded with a firm slap on my ass through the thin fabric of the bikini, followed by the feeling of his groping hands roaming all over my body, prompting my skin to crawl.

"Watch your tongue, you little slut. You know this is your place. You know is what socialist cunts like you deserve. Tell me, that you deserve this. Tell me that a slut like you wants this." He ordered, before giving me a series of harsh slaps again, each prompting an even louder scream.

"I... I..." I was completely dumbfounded, unable to even comprehend these demands. I thought that there's no way I'd degrade myself like that for his amusement, even in this position. Right in front of me was the sight of the man from earlier with the three girls, as he groped two with both his hands as he roughly raped the third, in clear daylight. To my left was one man lying at the side of the pool, gripping a girl in either arm and letting his hands wander all over there bodies as they both looked away disgusted.

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The Jeong Family Round 5

With a gentle nudge from her talent agent, Venessa decides to get a makeover this round.

She is going to miss her signature blue hair, but her natural dark brown color will allow her to he considered for more roles.

Venessa spends the day with some of her best friends, Sofia Bjergsen, Jade Rosa and Penny Pizzazz at the Old Penelope Pool in Strangerville.

Penny tells Venessa she heard a rumor that Judith Ward left town.

Vanessa thinks that is impossible. Judith runs Del Sol Valley. She would never leave.

After swimming, the girls go to The Boulevard Boutiques to shop for purses...

...and shoes...

...and clothes.

After shopping, Venessa and her friends take a walk along Starlight Boulevard.

Venessa aces her audition and treats herself to a pedicure at the spa in town.

She's so inspired by her visit to the spa that she decides to apply to university.

The next day, Venessa gets up extra early to prepare for her audition.

She still has to complete all of her prep tasks.

On set, she gets fitted for her costume.

Venessa spends the night after her gig out at the Orchid-a-go-go, where she dance battles Alexander Goth.

Venessa is so impressed by Alexander's moves on the dance floor that she suggests they take those moves to the closet.

Venessa is impressed with Alexander's closet-moves, too.

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