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[eldoriaroyals]

What is your country’s national animal?

Arendelle’s national animal is the Arendelle Black Bear. They reside in forested areas, like in Praston and enjoy the cooler climates. They are often hibernating during the winter seasons.

Arendelle’s national bird is the humming bird. Arendellians can often find them on their bird feeders in the spring any where in the country.

Arendelle’s national fish is the Orca. Arendelle’s orca species is endangered and wildlife conservationists have set up trackers to monitor births and movements. Arendellians who kill an orca can face up to 20 years in prison and pay and 20,000 simoleon fine.

[whitmoreroyals]

TRUTH: What’s your favorite and least favorite part of sim storytelling in a different decade?

Great question!!

Favorite:

Getting to play with different characters from other decades and dressing them up is fun when you do get lucky finding cc

Least:

I’d have to say the limited cc for specific decades such as clothing or even build buy stuff so it’s always hard to do storytelling so sometimes tbh I’ll just make it my own thing lol

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Air Inspection Chief Here Transferred," Windsor Star. July 8, 1943. Page 3. --- FLIGHT-LIEUTENANT W. M. PEARCE, right, officer commanding No. 35 Aeronautical Inspection Detachment in the Canada Building, who has been posted to No. 6 Repair Depot, Trenton. Flying Officer A. D. N. Scott, left, who has been Inspecting officer for aircraft equipment with the detachment, has been appointed Flight- Lieutenant Pearce's successor. They are seen inspecting an airplane cylinder.

[honeyjars-sims]

I absolutely love your stories and I’m so proud of Paul 💜💙🩷

I’m a new lurker to simblr was was wondering what sim stories you’re enjoying right now?

Thank you so much, I really appreciate you saying that!!! 🥰😭 I'm proud of Paul too!

Oh my, I don't think I could list all of the stories I enjoy on here but I will do what I can! Some of them are on hiatus, but the good thing about simblr is you can start reading at any time.

First some stories I've been following for a while:

@cinamun Things Fall Apart @hannahssimblr Lucky Girl (and Lucky Boy) @havenroyals Gossip Queen @lynzishell Star Sign Legacy @rebouks Somnium (and Forever in Between) @stargazer-sims Has several stories I enjoy @shesthespinstersimmer Weird & Wonderful, Destination San Sequoia @softpine Frozen Pines @thebramblewood Helena Zhao is Dead @theosconfessions The Stephens

And some that are newer to me:

@300yearschallenge The Olafssons @bakersimmer Martin's Escape @beachyserasims Geneva Island Legacy @bridgeportbritt The Simdonia Royals @daniigh0ul Moonlight @holocene-sims Everything the Stars Promised @funkyllama The Way We Were @earthmoonz Wifey @igglemouse Sims of Our Times @madebysimblr Cortes Legacy @morningglory-sims The O'Shaughnessy Story @nexility-sims 1992 @sirianasims The Duchelli Legacy @thewoodslegacy The Woods Legacy @trentonsimblr Trenton Royals @weirdosalike Dazed in Paradise

I know there are more, but I think that's a pretty sizable list to start off with! I also reblog with the tag "sim stories." Thanks again for the ask and have fun reading 😊

Edit: It didn't let me tag everyone but I tried to add some links 🤞

[bridgeportbritt]

Victory Games | Sage, SimDonia

Reporter: Royals are continuing to arrive! Let's see who's here.

Reporter: Arriving now is HRH Prince Wyatt, Duke of Doveport and his wife, HRH Princess Jamie, Duchess of Doveport. While this is the couple's first official visit, Trenton is a long time ally of SimDonia. Prince Wyatt is raising money for the Active Youth Initiative.

Reporter: HE, the Count Hertford and his wife, HE, the Countess Hertford both look ready for the games! But, just Count Raheem is competing to raise money for mental and physical wellness organization, Body4Mind. This is the couple's first trip to SimDonia.

Reporter: Sister Duo, HRH Crown Princess Eun-joo and HRH Princess of Mt. Komorebi have arrived for their first trip to SimDonia. Princess Eun-joo is competing to raise money for the Mt. Komorebi Sports Association.

Reporter: Arriving talking strategy, we're sure, is Sergeant Dylan Labatt who is sponsored by HM, King Oliver of Cedoria and the Isle. Cedoria and SimDonia have had a complicated relationship, but current monarchs have worked to amend it. Sergeant Dylan will be raising money to support veteran services at the Cedorian Homefront. A clause close to both military members.

Reporter: We're excited to see HRH Duke Beckett of Parkshore arrive to the Victory Games! He's recently been more active after a few years of less engagements while his two children were born. He is not joined by his wife, but we hope to see Duchess Elena at some point during the games! Duke Beckett is competing to raise money for the Veteran Medical Center.

Reporter: We're told our host is arriving now!

@trentonsimblr @funkyllama @hrh-the-royals @thebaillieroyals

[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 2/3

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, PnO, V/oy with stalker vibes, self-care of an adult nature, mentions of a rich family being jerks to working class Reader

Chapter Two Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday, October 22nd, 2022

Slamming the door of your ten year old car, you ducked your head under one arm and raced through the cold, October rain. By the time the front door banged shut, wet tendrils of wild hair were plastered to your skin. Wiping your forehead, you kicked off your muddy shoes and threw your patched, Carhartt coat over the grand newel at the front of the stairs.

Making a fake mouth with your hand, you mimicked a nasally whine. “Do you really need to go in and out so many times? You’re letting the cold in! Jayden-Breydon-Ashton-Trenton will get pneumonia and his lungs will be damaged. If my perfect child can’t win at every sport known to man because of you, I'll sue! My husband’s a lawyer! Our congressman will hear about this!” Your tool bag thumped to the floor as you trudged up the stairs grumbling to yourself. “Yeah, and your Karen nonsense is gonna pay quadruple time before I go out at seven on a Saturday cause your dumb brat flushed his plastic army men down the toilet. Again!”

As you turned the final step, your dominant hand’s pointer finger caught on the rail, forcing the already injured digit back a painful 190 degrees. A stream of violent curses poured from your mouth, dripping onto the antique banister with enough acidic bite to melt the finish. Peeling off the plastic Pokémon bandaid, you glared at the inch long slice down the inside of your knuckle. 

“Friggen yuppie bedroom communities and their cookie cutter, spliced together McMansions!” you grumbled, slamming a flat palm into the bedroom door. It banged open, bouncing off the newly installed spring stopper before sliding to a halt. Ripping off your coveralls, you tossed the filthy, muck soaked mess into the plastic basket marked “Work Clothes” in half erased black sharpie. “Small wonder the plumbing is always clogged. The builder did such a junk job that crap rolls up the pipes! Another Bryane Homes special!”

Flinging your undergarments to the creamy, hex tile floor, you flipped on the shower, listening to the old pipes thump twice before water finally emerged. Air in the lines again, huh? Looks like this weekend you'd be leak checking everything that "master plumber" did, again. The previous homeowner sure didn't know how to find a handyman.

Stepping past the glass door into the recently remodeled shower of beige stone, you snagged your favorite body wash and mopped the stink of the day off your skin. The splash of water on the stainless drain grate mingled with deep sighs, ventilation fans, and the clunk of your skull on smooth tile. 

"I hate humanity!" you groaned, burying your head in your hands.

After completing your nightly routine, you opened the bedroom door, letting the warm, humid air fill the cold, dry room. Hard rain pelted the windows, rolling in thick droplets down the dark glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance as you padded naked and barefoot across the oak floor. You snapped on the small table lamp near your bed and headed for the wardrobe.

The royal purple, babydoll chemise slipped onto your body like a glove. Lacy, princess seams and triangular cups were lined with smooth raylon for discreet, but suggestive coverage. Trimmed with tiny satin bows, the mesh back hugged your curves before dipping into a graceful, flowing skirt. A ruffled hem hung two inches below your crotch line, showing off soft thighs and tiger-striped stretch marks. Tugging on cute panties, you climbed into smooth, cool sheets and pulled the flimsy microfiber comforter over your shoulders. The bedside light snapped off. Heavy lids drifted shut.

The tritone blast of a train whistle rattled through the windows. With a groan, you pulled your flat pillow over your head and buried your face in the mattress. Steady click-clacks accompanied the dull roar that poured in on the blustering winds. Eye twitching, you looked up just as lightning flashed across the room. Caught in the bright glare, red eyes glowed in the mirror.

Hold up, what?!

You sat bolt upright, clutching the cheap blanket to your chest. The pounding of your heart drowned out the next thunder clap. You squinted at the looking glass, but there was no sign of anything but the bathroom light.

Aw crap. Duh. The bathroom!

The bedside lamp clicked back on. With a frustrated snarl, you trapsed across the room and flipped the wall switch, snuffling out the CFL above the toilet. Tugging the door shut, you cast a wary glance at the old mirror. Still nothing there. Shaking your head, you crawled back into bed and flicked the table light off again.

Fifteen minutes after the train blew past, you lay in bed, staring at the cracked plaster ceiling. Though softening droplets made for relaxing background noise, itchy eyes and a wild imagination refused to let you rest. Counting down from one hundred proved useless.You’d tensed and released your entire body muscle by muscle, twice. Four-Seven-Eight breathing did little to ease your racing mind. You swallowed, realizing the one thing you hadn’t tried yet.

Oh yeah right! Like you could get off when those burning eyes were seared into your brain!

Rolling over for the fiftieth time, you spotted the murky outline of the mahogany secretary through the shadows. Huh… Well, if sexy thoughts were too awkward, maybe picturing something cute and heartwarming would do?

You groaned, pressing your palms to your dry eyes. Throwing off the covers, you walked to the old writing desk and flopped down the front panel. The key clicked in the latch. You extracted the picture of the Shimura children and their dog before heading back to bed. The bedside lamp flipped on. Your hand traced the edge of the old photograph.

“Geeze, you both were really cute kids.” You pursed your lips, checking the date. Tidy, pencil lead scrawl read: 1884.  “Ugh… The poor dog only made it a year?! Screw that puppy puncher!” 

You laid the photo on the nightstand, before flopping back onto your bed. As you curled onto your side, half-stuffed blankets cupped your cheek. You yawned, picturing the sweet smile on the little boy's face. Warm, dark eyes beamed with joy as he clutched his new friend like a treasure. You hummed, grabbing a roll of the comforter and dragging it to your chest. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel soft fur and excited panting, as if you were the one with a puppy in your arms. The steady thump of rain on glass reminded you of a fast paced doggie heartbeat. Buried face first in your fantasy, your breathing slowed. Tired limbs grew heavy as your brain floated away.

“I hope you did okay after everything, Tenko,” you murmured into the blankets. “I wish I could have met you.”

Racing through the pounding rain, you braced a hand over your eyes. The light of the grand house ahead pierced the blurry haze, guiding you up the gravel drive. Slick kidskin boots took the stairs two at a time. Wet hands shoved slimy strands of ruined hair behind your ears. Cold precipitation soaked through your waist-hugging wool coat. The fashionable bell sleeves of the short, double breasted jacket did little to protect your blouse from the elements. Water dripped from the poofy edge of cream silk bishop sleeves. You tugged out the long pins that clamped your toque hat to your head. Rain had flooded the dark beaver felt. The tiny brim sagged low like your mood. With as much dignity as you could muster, you straightened the deep purple kick pleats of your wool skirt before rapping on the door. 

Kerosene lamplight spilled out onto the porch as a tall, imposing butler in a double breasted suit stared down at you. “May I help you?” he asked. 

You squinted to make out his features, but even holding a lantern, his face was obscured by shadow. Swallowing your nerves, you rolled your shoulders back. The wet plip-plop from saturated silk ruined the image. Still, you raised your chin. “I am terribly sorry to bother you, but my bicycle tire went flat just before sunset. I must have gotten turned around in the lane during the storm and now I’m hopelessly lost. May I stay here until morning?”

“Kurogiri,” a gravelly voice growled from the front parlor. “Show her in.”

“Of course,” the butler replied, bowing at the waist. He held one arm out, gesturing to the open door. “Please, come this way.”

Leaving puddles with each step of your button-up ankle boots, you trod soddenly into the next room. Sumptuous scarlet wallpaper patterned with geometric golden rings glowed in the dim yellow light of the brass and glass wall sconce. A high backed, Rococo revival sofa set sat atop a plush, hand knotted wool rug. Across a throne of golden floral brocades, the evening paper lay tossed aside. You followed long, slender ankles up black merino trousers to a smoking jacket the color of pinot noir. Single breasted and well fit, its shawl collar was trimmed in deep ebony velvet. Instead of buttons, two ornate frog closures nipped in at the waist. White collar unbuttoned to his throat latch and leaning against the window, the master of the house peered at you with burning red eyes. Flowing waves of silver-white hair cascaded around his heart shaped face. When you froze, he scratched the side of his dry, peeling neck and grinned at you.

“Retro suits you,” he teased. 

Dumbfounded, you stared at the handsome twenty something.

With a hum, he rose to his feet and moved a plush, small stool nearer to the fireplace. “Kurogiri, prepare a hot bath.”

The butler snapped his heels and headed up the stairs, leaving you dripping on the not-so-old wood floor.

Your host patted the rich, tufted upholstery. “Take off your coat and get warm before you catch the flu.”

Horrified, you waved your hands. “I’m soaked! I’ll ruin your furniture!”

Rolling his eyes, he stalked across the room and snatched up your wrist. “You made it this far barging into my life, why worry about it now?”

As howling wind rattled the bay windows, you shivered.

The slender man pushed you down onto the plush seat, plucking the buttons of your tightly fitted coat before you could protest. He shook it out, spattering water across the ivory carpet before hanging it over the back of a chair. “See?” he demanded, pointing to the pristine rug. “It doesn’t matter here.”

“Here?” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “What do you mean?”

He snorted, flopping down on the sofa. Resting his pointy elbows on his knees, he smirked at your over folded hands. “It’s just a dream. You can’t ruin anything.”

"A dream?" You peeked around him at the elegant impressionist paintings on the walls. Through the open door, you spotted a square based, bone china vase on a familiar mahogany table. Startled eyes flicked back to the man before you. "Hey wait a second, this is—"

"My home," he finished with a taunting sneer. "I lived here long before you did."

You narrowed your eyes, scanning up and down his features. "Who are you?"

With a scowl, he pointed to his nose. "Seriously? You're the one who asked to meet me, idiot."

As he threw himself back in the chair, the kerosene lamplight faded from his face. Dark waves and almond eyes dragged the picture of the little boy to the front of your mind. You lept to your feet in excitement.

"Tenko?! Tenko Shimura?!"

The man before you cringed like he'd been smacked with a brick. Grabbing your arm, he dragged you down to his level. "Don't call me that! That's not my name!"

Wobbly, worn out legs threatened to pitch you forward into his lap. When your knees buckled, panicked hands caught the wooden frame of the sofa. With his face only an inch away, brilliant red irises reminded you of living rubies. Though his brow hair had been burned away and the skin under his eyes looked painfully dry, the adorable mole on his right chin made your heart skip. Your breath caught in your throat. The tiny scar on his left lip curled with his sneer. Blazing heat splashed over your skin, surging up into your head like three glasses of sherry. 

Oh crap… he was stupid hot!

"O-oh!" you stammered, forcing a pinched laugh. "I'm… er… um…" Your eyes rolled away from his pointed stare. "Sorry." 

With an irritated sigh, he loosed your arm and scratched his neck. "Just don't call me Shimura again, got it?"

"Of course! I'm really sorry!" Swallowing down the stone in your throat, you fiddled with your fingers. "I would have changed my name too, given the circumstances."

He tossed you a proud smirk. "I knew you would understand."

A pointed cough echoed from the door. "Master Shigaraki," the butler called. "The bath is ready, as you requested."

Freshly aware of exactly how close your face was to your host, you jolted backwards. The heel of your boots caught on the plush carpet. Just as you started to slip, Shigaraki wrapped one arm around your corseted waist and pulled you into his chest.

"Shall we go upstairs?" he purred in your ear.

Okay… now you were wet for an entirely different reason.

Step by step, the master of the house led you up the walnut treads towards the far bedroom. He smelled like feral cumin-musk and spicy cloves. As you passed the master suite, you raised a curious brow.

"That was my parents’," he explained, pulling you along. "I never wanted to sleep in the same place as that man."

"Oh…" you murmured, following him into the northern bedroom. "That makes a lot of sense.”

In your-er… his sleeping quarters, the gothic revival bed set and elegant writing desk sat in the same spots as their present-day counterparts. However, the warm amber stain looked much less yellow than in your time. Beyond the pocket bathroom door, polished marble tiles led to a gilded porcelain soaking tub. Steam poofed into the cold air, curling up past cream silk papered walls delicately trimmed with gold leaf. Dried lavender potpourri scented the room. A fluffy towel lay neatly folded on the mother-of-pearl pedestal sink.

The fingers on your corset dipped down to your hips as he loomed over your shoulder. Warm breath tickled your ear.  "After your bath, you can apologize properly for your mistake.”

A coy smile curled onto your lips. “Define properly?”

Two fingers gripped your chin and turned your face to his. Red eyes drifted shut. “Take a guess.”

Shigaraki's lips tasted of wine and copper. With a moan, you leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands drifted to the buttons on the back of your wool skirt. It slumped to the floor, pooling around your ankles. A soft tongue stroked yours. You met his motions with heated enthusiasm. Deft fingers plucked the fasteners of your wet, ruffled blouse until it slipped from your shoulders. Tangling his hand in your stays, he tugged your s-curve corset and its cover free. Your thumbs hooked under your drawers and petticoat, throwing them to the ground. Kicking them away, all that remained between you and him was a thin, silk chemise and one pair of stubborn, button-up boots.

“How on earth do you people even get to the good part?!” you demanded, squatting to fight with the brass closures.

He cackled. “A little excited are we?”

You reached up and cupped the bulge in his trousers. “You’re one to talk," you fired back with a naughty wink.

The pale man groaned, snatching your wrist into his strong grip. His cheeks flushed pink. “If you want to make it to that bath, stop now," he rasped.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you flashed him a saucy smirk. “Bold of you to assume I give a rat’s about the bath.” 

All at once, Shigaraki dragged you to your feet, smashing his lips against yours like he intended to eat you alive. As you giggled, he broke the kiss and marched you back into the bedroom. “Wagtail,” he growled, tossing a pillow on the floor.

Settling yourself on your knees, you pawed at the front of his pants. “I don't know what that means, but I like dogs.”

Fortunately for everyone involved, his pants had far fewer buttons than your stupid shoes. You fumbled with the frog closures for only a moment before shoving the velvet smoking jacket out of the way. Untucking his long shirtwaist, your fun screeched to a halt when you encountered long underwear.

“What the actual—” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “So much for a strip tease!” Faking a pout, you tugged on his shirt. “Help a horny girl out?”

With a snort of laughter, Shigaraki quickly shuffled out of his complex layers. By the time you got your damp chemise and stupid boots off, his stiff cock finally escaped its elborate prison. Thumb and forefinger forming a ring grip, you gave him a few experimental strokes. When he tossed his head back, white waves haloed his face. You bit your lip, savoring the ethereal beauty of his fair complexion against those haunting crimson irises. 

A firm hand cupped the back of your head. “Now you slow down?” he demanded between pants.

Tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, you lowered your lips to his weeping, flushed tip. “Calm down. I'm just savoring the moment.”

When your hot mouth slipped over his salty head, the man above you gasped. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your way down, inch by inch. Your tongue stroked the thick vein on his underside, trailing up to the small piece of tissue just below the spongy crown. Flicking the sensitive skin elicited a throaty whimper.

Shigaraki’s strong fingers curled tighter into your scalp as he loosed a garbled curse. “More,” he demanded.

You smirked at the expletive before diving back down. 

Taking his generous girth deep into your mouth, your tongue lolled around the edge of his shaft. Your free hand slid up his soft inner thighs. Rolling his balls between your fingers, you shivered when musky precum coated your tastebuds. Harsh pants from above urged you on.

As you worked him further into ecstasy, each stuttered thrust crept closer and closer to the soft roof of your mouth. You angled him away from your gag, swallowing down thick saliva. It didn’t help. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, leaving him coated in slick. Wet clicks accompanied choked whines as you worked him to the back of your throat.

Shigaraki squirmed in your hold, guiding you into a relentless pace. Your jaw ached as his swollen cock forced you to spread your teeth wider. Tears welled at your lash line. His filthy moans stoked the heat between your legs. All at once, he stiffed, his hard grip clamping down on your skull.

With a hoarse gasp, he spilled himself down your throat.

Flying up in your bed, you banged your chest as violent coughs wracked your body. By the time you cleared your sore throat, all you could smell was stale, salty breath. You groped for the clock on your night stand. Red LEDs read 3:39am. Your thighs shifted against each other. Wet need stained your panties.

“Not fair!” you whined, slamming your fist into your limp pillow. “Of course I wake up before the good part!”

Flopping back onto the mattress, you rolled onto your side and squeezed your eyes shut. How long you laid there, staring at the back of your eyelids was impossible to say. However, while the digital numbers rolled upwards, sleep danced further and further away. The cravings from your wet dream still burning in your skin, you whimpered and slipped your hand between your legs.

That was when a rip of pain reminded you of that nasty slice on your finger.

Cussing violently, you flipped on the table light. Sure enough, fresh crimson seeped across the previously clotted wound. Throwing off the covers, you gripped your bleeding finger and shuffled off to the cold bathroom. Thrusting your hand under the tap, you gingerly cleaned and dried the injury. The mirrored medicine cabinet rattled open. You peeled a brand new Pikachu Band-aid from its packaging and slapped it over the damaged digit. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the ceramic sink. It was no good. Sharp stabs from your hand couldn’t compete with the hypersensitive need crawling up your core.

As your fingers curled into the thin, cheap towel, you knew what you had to do to fall asleep.

From his glassy vantage point, Tomura watched your pursed lips and frustrated stomping with a pleased sneer. Dragging the flimsy Walmart towel from its mount, you trudged back into your bedroom and threw it on the sheets. Though the light snapped off, he could still see as clear as day. With a raised brow, he watched you ball the fabric under your hips and flop over onto your stomach. 

As you began to grind yourself on the towel, a long deceased cock sprung back to life.

One palm flat against the cool bedding, your free hand tugged the stretch lace cup of your slinky nightgown aside. Soft fingers tickled your bare breast before tweaking the pert nipple. You shuddered, loosing a slutty moan. 

Leaning against the surface of his mirror, Tomura shuffled himself out of his clothes and gripped his shaft. Watching you roll your body against the rough cloth sent a spike of pleasure through his belly. Erotic creaks from his old bed left his mouth bone dry. Your blood plumped lips and half lidded eyes made for fertile fantasies. Swiping some of the pre-cum from his slit, he began to match your pace.

As you worked yourself further and further into depravity, the show before him left Tomura feverish and panting. He watched your legs curl and slacken as you tried to find the right pressure. A few irritated grumbles accompanied rustling bed sheets. When you finally hit upon a position that made your body clench, he heard filthy pleas spilling for your lips.

“Please,” you begged, your hips vibrating against the rough fabric. “W-want your cock so bad!”

Liquid heat blazed through his veins as he fisted his swollen length. Stoking the fire with each pump, he chased the feverish sensation with single-minded desire. The sound of your eager cries and sight of your fingers teasing the pert nub propelled him forward. Hazy eyes watched your body tremble as he pictured himself balls-deep in your velvety cunt. It should be his hand teasing your tit. It should be his fingers making those slutty noises spill from your puffy lips. He clenched his teeth, losing himself in thoughts of your soft body clamped around his swollen cock.

It was then that a raspy inhale accompanied the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. 

“Shi-Shigaraki…” You whimpered his name, burying your face in the mattress. “Mmmm gonna… gonna—”

All at once, he exploded over the glass. Limp body leaning on the frame, he drank in the sight of your heaving chest and dazed smile. He watched you shove the towel to the floor and snuggle into the pillow. As your breathing slowed, one overpowering, addictive thought filled his brain with intoxicating lust.

He had to hear you call his real name over and over in that same, needy voice.

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[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

9 favorite books

Thanks for the tag @daisymae-12!!! Much like you I have read more fanfic than books as of recent, plus I have the very bad fun habit of re-reading books I love rather than starting new ones. So a lot of these I read in middle school/high school but continuously come back to. Apologies in advance for the length. Also, this isn't in ranking order, this is in reverse chronological order of me reading them I've decided.

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston - pretty obvious, but long story short: I've never seen myself so much in a character before meeting Alex Claremont-Díaz. I held out on reading this book when it was first popular b/c I didn't know what it was about and it was "trendy." When I learned what it was about I was like wait, duh, I'd love that. So that'll teach me.

Tattoos on the Heart: The Powers of Boundless Compassion by Father Greg Boyle - Read this my senior year of college for a class and was literally lying on the couch crying reading some of these stories (I don't cry often from books either). These are stories of a Jesuit priest who runs Homeboy Industries, a gang intervention program in LA.

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver - I haven't re-read this since my senior year of high school but I absolutely devoured this book, which is saying something because it was summer reading. This author is blowing up for writing Demon Copperhead, which I haven't read yet, but this story about a missionary family who moves to the Belgian Congo in 1959 was impossible to put down.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel - Also read this in high school for class when I was struggling with religion and figuring out my relationship with it. I found a lot of comfort in this book and the beautiful storytelling.

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini - The second book on this list that made me absolutely SOB when reading (still vividly remember sitting and cyring while reading the chapter at like midnight on a school night alone in a dark kitchen). Beautiful, not sure a book has ever made me feel so much (also loved learning about a different part of the world), don't think I could read it again (but you should absolutely read it once if you're cool with the contents).

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card - First up: this author is a huge bigot, full stop, way worse than JKR. So don't read (or if you want to read but don't want to support the author don't buy the book). However, I read this as a middle schooler before knowing his background and it is an all time favorite because of one of its messages: "I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves." Aka this idea about empathy and that to truly understand someone you have to love them - too bad the author missed his own point.

Psion Beta by Jacob Gowans - A favorite dystopian series that's super niche (I think he originally self-published on Amazon before it was common). A plague, super powers, world governments, the Western Hemisphere are the bad guys in an unusual role reversal for books written by Americans, what more could you ask for???

Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart - If you are a nerd and want to feel like a bigger nerd/be proud of that nerdiness this is the series for you. Seriously one of the best YA series out there, plus there's a recent new addition (2019) of them grown up if you missed it!!!

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan - I love these books so much and could go on forever about them, probably the books I've read the most in life outside of HP (exception being The Lightning Thief-I was a teacher and taught this book so I've read this book like...a minimum of twelve times). I can't wait to bring #1 and #9 from this list together for our massive WIP, "Super Six and the Siren's Call" for the fan fic of the century lmao (co-writing with @read-and-write- and @inexplicablymine).

Wow, I had so much fun choosing this list, thank you!!! If you love one of these books lmk let's talk :)

Tagging @mudbloodpotter05 @read-and-write- @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @14carrotghoul @littlemisskittentoes and anyone else who wants to do this!!! I'm sure some/most of y'all have already been tagged and maybe even posted, I just want to know what y'all are reading :)

[officalroyalsofpierreland]

Palais de Royal Rouge

Magdalena: Thank you again Aunt Kat. I really appreciate you letting me stay here. Katalina: Of course sweetheart. I know you have some misgivings but...I would like you to be open to seeing a therapist. Magdalena:I don't know...the last one I saw..well...you know... Katalina: I know dear...but I know this therapist personally. Infact, she was your mom's therapist. Magdalena: Really?

Katalina: Really. She can be trusted Maggie. All I ask for is one visit. Magdalena: I mean... Katalina: Louis can take you for support if you'd like...I wish I could but sadly I have engagements that day.

Magdalena [sigh]: Okay...one visit.

Gran Pierre Blvd, Windensen, Pierreland

Louis: So...this place has an amazing lavender latte- Magdalena: Lavender? With coffee? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend! Louis: Ha ha....Henri actually introduced it to me and...it's an acquired taste Magdalena: You mean gross. Louis: acquired....it apparently is a hit in Trenton (shout out to @trentonsimblr) ...it's a royal celebration drink that the shops do there. See...I'm cultured. Magdalena [giggling]: uh huh...so Mr Cultured...you gonna order it? Louis: Aw hell nah. I'll take my usual biscoff latte with a- Magdalena: biscoff cookie on the side. So predicatable.

Louis: So...you gonna do it? Magdalena [sighing]: I dunno Lou Lou...it's alot for me to think about... Louis: What's the harm? Magdalena: A ton....you remember how I ended up here right?

Louis: oh yeah...sorry for bringing that up Mags... Magdalena: it's okay Lou Lou...[sigh] I mean...mom has always said therapy is powerful if the right therapist and patient get together. Louis: And this is the therapist that probably gave her that perspective.

Magdalena: You know what? Louis: I'm right? Magdalena: mhmmm....and I'm hating it right now...so...let's talk your Ionian girlfriend. Louis: What is there to talk about? Magdalena: Ummm...alot...starting with you being an heir and she being a potential heir.

Louis: Well...let's see where summer takes us.

@simsroyallegacy

[armoricaroyalty]

The House of St. Fleur: Since its founding in 1841, the Royal Armorican Opera has been the traditional patronage of the Armorican sovereign. This year, HM the King attended the opening performance of the season with four members of the royal family (HM Queen Elise, HRH Crown Princess Rosalind, and TRH the Duke and Duchess of Laye) and representatives of two foreign monarchs. TRH Crown Prince Magnus and Crown Princess Samira of Swemland attended on behalf of HM Queen Dagmar of Swemland (@someone-elsa), and TRH Princess Eleanor and Prince Ryland, the Princess and Prince of Westburg attended on behalf of HM Queen Elizabeth of Trenton (@trentonsimblr).

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[crownsofesha]

The Calisch Royal Family are happy to announce that their Chanukkah celebration was joined by Prince Wyatt Rutherford of Trenton, and King Alistair IV and Queen Consort Avalon of Kildenria

Happy Chanukkah! Chag Semach!

@trentonsimblr @houseoflennoxx

[trentonsimblr]

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AN: I have the first half of chapter 6 roughly planned 🥳 I’m slowly working on some media pages/magazine articles and a few bts posts that will cover important events that happen between where we left off in BRHP and where my main story picks up. One of the things that I will be posting periodically are these journal entries. There are about 6 of them and they start around the time Edith was diagnosed with cancer until shortly after her passing.

I miss shrimpessa but I’m excited to get back to my main sims ❤️

[eldoriaroyals]

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@trentonsimblr thank you for letting Eldoria be at war with Druzar.

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Charhelm Castle has released the latest portrait of Crown Princess Catriona to mark her 18th birthday. Later this month, Her Royal Highness will be introduced to society as the Daughter Heir

In other new, Eldoria is reporting another 50 casualties from the war. Ten of these were humanitarian workers helping Acrela residents evacuate the Eldorian territory. We turn to Acrela for more.

Assistant: Good morning Your Royal Highness and happy birthday. [TV reporter in the background walking around rubble]

Catriona: Can you please turn off the TV? The news is too depressing. [TV reporter still reporting on the news]

Assistant: Yes, Your Royal Highness. [TV abruptly turns off] The Queen has asked for you to see her and His Royal Highness for dinner this evening to discuss your introduction ceremony and celebrate your birthday. But other than that, your schedule for the day is very light.

Catriona: [yawning] So, there is time to visit the University before dinner? Classes begin soon and I haven't even seen where I am going.

Assistant: Your Royal Highness, I don't think it is wise for you to go out and about right now, especially with - [Catriona cuts her off]

Catriona: [yawning again] Please Naomi. It's my birthday. And you se the news. The Druzar troops are not in Eplaria, they are in Acrela. An I have security.

Naomi: I will check with the Queen and the Head of Security but I can't make any guarantees.

Catriona: [in the background, sighing] Okay. Fine.

[whitmoreroyals]

A ROYAL ROMANCE

SEASON 1

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New Alliances Built with Trenton Royalty!

A month after the wedding the newlywed royal couple begin their royal duties by kicking it off with a state visit from TRH Prince Ezra and Princess Gabriela, The Prince and Princess of Westburg. @trentonsimblr

The royal ladies have pleasantly surprised everyone by announcing the launch of The New Hope Foundation. It has been in the works for many months with both ladies at the helm, and its significance is paramount to them. The foundation aims to offer educational aid to women who have faced adversities.

The Whitmore royal family concludes their visit with a state banquet, showcasing some of their stunning tiaras for the first time ever. It's always a treat to catch a glimpse of these magnificent pieces, and we look forward to seeing more in the future.

It is truly a delight to observe Crown Princess Andrea of Whitmore wholeheartedly embracing her newfound responsibilities and showcasing her exceptional abilities as a future Queen.

During the state visit banquet, we caught a glimpse of two royal men chatting and laughing. It's always exciting to see other royals visiting Whitmore, as it could be the beginning of new alliances and more royal visits.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Picton Minister New Moderator," Kingston Whig-Standard. September 7, 1933. Page 3. ---- Kingston Presbytery Asks Inquiry Regarding Penitentiary Conditions ---- The Presbytery of Kingston of the Presbyterian Church in Canada met in St. Andrew's Church, Trenton, on Wednesday. Rev. S. M. Scott of Picton was appointed Moderator for the ensuing year. The retiring Moderator, Rev. A. E. Cameron of Pittsburg, thanked Presbytery for the support and co-operation giyen him during his term of office.

Rev. C. D. Kidd presented the report of the Presbytery Budget Committee. The convenor showed that by reducing the cost of administration, it was possible for the church as a whole to reduce the amount required for budgeting by fifteen percent and that without relinquishing any part of the church missionary activity, at home and abroad. This he hoped, would encourage congregations to meet their several allocations.

Rev. Dr. Seymour of Belleville, reported on the committee on administration of Presbytery's local funds. Several resolutions were passed with a view to reducing expenditure.

The committee on Church life and work had Rev. A. E. Cameron, Rev. W. E. Kelley and Rev. M.M.Sharpe appointed; also Rev. D. C.Hill was appointed a member of the Home Missions committee and Rev. R. J. Craig a member of the Pensions Committee, each in the place of Rev. C. K. Nicoll, formerly of Trenton.

Rev. J. A. Koffend presented the Home Mission report, with recommendations to a re-arrangement, if convenient, of congregational charges.

It was unanimously resolved that the attention of Presbytery being directed through the public press, to certain inhuman conditions, said to exist in the Kingston Penitentiary that the Presbytery of Kingston in the Presbyterian Church in Canada, úrgently request the Department of Justice in Ottawa, to take such steps as may be necessary to enable the citizens of Canada to have an accurate knowledge of the conduct and management of this institution.

In the evening, Rev. W. E. Kelley, L. A., B. D., formerly of Lethbridge, Alta.. was inducted into the pastoral charge of St. Andrew's Church, Trenton. At the request of the Moderator, Rev. A. E. Cameron presided and inducted. Rev. S. M. Scott related in due form the steps. leading up to induction, Rev. R. K. Earles conducted Divine worship and. preached. Rev. Dr. Seymour addressed the newly-inducted minister and Rev. S. M. Scott the congregation. At six o'clock supper was gratuitously served by the ladies of St. Andrew's Church and after the ever. service a reception was held in favor of the newly-inducted minister and other guests.

The next meeting will be held in Belleville early in December.

[newhavenrp]

Is that JACK FALAHEE? No, that’s REMY RIVERA. The 25 year old LIGHTNING MOON WERELION ALPHA MALE is a BARTENDER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be FOCUSED & INDEPENDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be RESENTFUL & CONFRONTATIONAL. Their friends also say that they’re into HAIR PULLING & MARKING but don’t you dare trying VORE & SCAT with them.

Being born of noble blood usually meant many things.

Or at least, Remy thought it meant they should have had the best nannies… And the best tutors. And some very competent servants. At least… Sindra's money allowed for that to be a possibility.

If only the old tiger wasn't a complete douchebag. Yes, he enjoyed every single perks that Sindra’s money and name gave him. He despised everything Sindra and his acolytes represented. Always going around like a fucking peakock parading Balis like a fucking trophy. And completely ignoring the mere existence of the twins while belittling Silas with every breath he had.

Silas… Silas was a whole different matter. Ever since Remy could remember, Silas had been left to his own devices while Sindra could have been less of an imbecile and made all their lives easier. As it was… Silas struggled. Daily. Only a blind person wouldn’t notice how Silas wasn’t fit for life in the high court. Or damehood for that matter. Five children to raise on his own… Sure that spoke more about Sindra’s utter imbecility than Silas’s innate inability. One would dare say that the ever perfect, could do no wrong, Taj was enough proof that Silas may have some competence… And he’d have to… Physically restrain himself from pucking. Or punching that person in the nose. Because when the punching started… People were reminded who the rumors claimed that really was Remy’s sire.

Trenton. Fucking. Coliar.

Tall, dark, knot for brains, fists of doom, Trenton Coliar. The Coliars were equally rich. Equally influential. Trenton in particular was twice as imbecile. Remy heard the rumors. Heard the tales. Trenton’s yearly visits and the subsequent tell tale of an incoming pregnancy and Sindra walking around even more like his assholish pompous self. 

The tales about Trenton were no better than those about Sindra. Omegas fucked and impregnated left and right... No one was ever truly safe if they were in their fertile period around the bear. And damned be the stupid soul that wanted to stand in the way of that hard cock and the nearest wet hole he wanted to violate. It was a marvel Orion accepted to train him. But then again... Trenton was of noble blood as well... He had been fed with a silver spoon and learned that a single growl could get doors and legs open for him. And if that didn't work... He would push and force his way through.

Such a stellar batch of role models...

How didn't any of his siblings end up messed up in the head was a mystery. Because Remy... Well... Growing up he had to call out for attention, otherwise his dame would be too busy with his perfect little protector and soldier. Or his "Sire" would be too busy showing off the little one he decided was the worthy heir out of the litter his good for nothing seed produced. And his true sire... Well... No point in dwelling there.

Everything Remy did was outshined by one sibling or another. Singing? What good was that against Balis' nearly realistic paintings? Serving the royal guard? Taj was already there casting a long fucking shadow with his perfect posture and his perfectly honed technique and his undeniable discipline. And the twins were already a source of scrutiny as it was, a constant reminder that Sindra wasn't the high and mighty breeder he claimed to be. Not to mention Zander and Vander had each other's backs at every waking moment. 

No such thing as a clear path left for Remy.

Bitter as he was about all that, with the additional weight that he couldn't stand his older brother and didn't have a single ounce of respect for his younger, on one thing all five alphas agreed. Silas should be free. And so Remy played his part on the plan. Risked his own neck to save the dame that never truly understood him. But it was undeniable that Silas would never have a life to live if he remained under Sindra's roof and shackled by Sindra's chains. So, even though they didn't see eye to eye... He was glad to see the man that bore him be set free.

However... After that plan, Remy knew that the life in the court would never suit him and he would never have a place to call his own without being compared. And so... He did the next best thing. Gathered his belongings and set to travel. To find a village or a job he would like, he would fit. To find a place away from the shadows cast by every other alpha he was related by blood. 

To find himself.

His travels would take him to the path towards the same village they had sent their dame months prior. And Remy didn't think he'd come so far to escape the shadows of alphas to settle in that village with Silas. No. He would stay on the road and stop in the next village. 

He just didn't expect to find himself taken out of his path and out of his time and brought into a future that he did not understand. 

In New Haven: Remy is still getting used to the technology. To the future. To the chaos of war and the impossibility that was the mere existence of a place like New Haven. He found his place in the night. In a bar. Wearing flashy clothing and pouring drinks to men that had a long day and want to ignore their own misery. At least the tips are good and the hours keep him from crossing paths with his siblings in the house they all share.

Whoever thought keeping all the Riveras under the same roof was a good idea was an imbecile beyond measure and a being completely devoid of tact.