other cities are getting a lot of momentum behind spamming their snitch lines, but salt lake city is really lagging behind. the pigs here are already using videos from twitter to identify and arrest people. weād really appreciate it if you could help your comrades out and spam the salt lake city snitch line with whatever you haveĀ https://sbi.utah.gov/crime-tips-upload/Ā (you can upload entirely anonymously)Ā
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The Brew and Bloom Legacy Challenge graphics are here!
I want to give a special shout out to @ctrlaltchanel for creating such beautiful graphics for this challenge!
āØheyy, i'm chanelā just a girl that loves the sims... and a little bit of chaos. expect story-driven lp's and pretty pixels making bad decis
Brew and Bloom Google Doc here!ā¬ļø
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 6Ā Ā ā¤ļø 25Ā Ā·Ā Brew and Bloom Legacy Challenge| Simply SimulatedĀ Ā·Ā Welcome to the Brew and Bloom Legacy Challenge! A 10-generation story
a realistic yet slightly unhinged gameplay challenge by meee
link to the full rules under the cut
HI ! so here's a legacy challenge i made! it's a mix of storytelling and exploring a bunch of different gameplay features idk, man i've been enjoying it
its 12 generations
theres no occult features built in bc im a boring realistic player but im sure you can do these with a vampire or a fairy or something. the world is your oyster
***there is mention of 18+ mods!! (ww and basemental)*** they are absolutely not required but i'm a freak so i included it for my fellow freaks
dont be afraid to send me an ask for any clarification !
Ready to dive into a Legacy challenge full of sweet gestures, comforting vibes and family time? Well here's the Sweet Treats legacy! This challenge was created by me (Crescondae) because I wanted to explore more of what The Sims 4 has to offer. So join me in this fun and cute challenge and let's see where our family tree goes!
General Rules:
Normal Lifespan
Each heir MUST represent the color of their generation
Use freerealestate for your first house
Keep money cheats to a minimum
Complete all aspirations/careers unless stated differently
Disclaimer:
I did use a variety of different packs including but not limited to: Cottage Living, City Living, Businesses & Hobbies/Dine Out, Get To Work, Snowy Escape, Discover University, Get Together, Spa Day
If you intend on playing this challenge I would love to see screenshots! #SweetTreatsLegacyChallenge
I plan to play and post this Legacy to my youtube channel: Crescondae
Indulge in a decadent Sims 4 legacy filled with sweet, messy lives inspired by your favourite ice cream flavours! Each generation embodies a different flavour, from the bold and impulsive Mint Chocolate Chip to the charming and mysterious Cookies & Cream. With unique personalities, wild backstories, and deliciously chaotic goals, your Sims will experience a variety of careers, relationships, and aspirations. Can your legacy satisfy every craving and stand the test of time? Get ready for 10 generations of flavourful drama, sweet successes, and maybe a little brain freeze!
Mods and cheats are so very welcome, anything for the plot.
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okay here it goes⦠Iām releasing my first ever legacy challenge that I thought would never happen lol. I firstly wanted to create this challenge to give myself a path on where to begin, to find love & enjoyment for this game again...for those who will be giving my legacy a chance to shine thank you for your support please tag me on tumblr or youtube! #threadoffatelegacy or #tof I cannot wait to see what you do!
Summary: Threads of Fate is a 10 generation legacy challenge where every life is shaped by the one before it, weaving together a story of chaos, growth, and transformation. Each generation carries the weight of its familyās past whether through inherited struggles, emotional wounds, or unfulfilled dreams you must decide whether your sims will follow that path or break free from it. Through a balance of structured goals and randomized elements, your Sims are pushed into dramatic relationships, difficult choices, and life-altering moments. A spin-the-wheel system introduces unexpected twists, ensuring that no two legacies unfold the same way. Control is never fully yours fate always has a hand in the outcome!!!
Threads of Fate Wheel (must spin 1-3x per sim week, you can skip if you canāt do the tasks but if you can but want to forcefully skip, you must face the punishment wheel)
Thread of Punishment Wheel (must spin 1-2x, and face punishments)
HOT TEA LEGACY CHALLENGE (Graphics)
If youāre looking for a way to spice up your gameplay in The Sims 4, let me introduce you to one of my current obsessions: the Hot Tea Legacy Challenge āāØ
This challenge created by @lxdice, brings a fresh, aesthetic, and drama-filled twist to the traditional legacy challenges you may be used to. To make the experience even more fun (and visually easier for me), I decided to create my own set of graphics for the challenge
Of course, full credit for the Hot Tea Legacy Challenge goes to @lxdice, who came up with this amazing concept. I just added my own creative touch with the graphics! If you would like to support me please feel free to subscribe to me on youtube
GOOGLE DOC
(yes this was reuploaded due to a mistake I made which has now been fixed!)
Greetings, fellow simmers! Welcome to the landing page for our Family Dynamics Challenge, specifically created for the Sims 4. This challenge was created by Pastella Pixels and standingsimmer with the goal to set forth a unique (and fun!) set of guidelines for a ten-generation legacy challenge centered around a variety of family dynamics.
If you choose to play this challenge on any platform, please feel free to use the hashtag #familydynamicschallenge so we can enjoy your gameplay too!
General Rules
Begin with a single sim
No cheats or mods that serve to enhance gameplay over other simmers (MC Command Center is permitted for baby gender/number control and risky woohoo only)
May use āfreerealestate onā when starting the first generation ONLY
Custom saves are allowed, and encouraged, to add an infusion of new gameplay opportunities
Each career and aspiration must be completed unless expressly stated otherwise (if a career branch is not specified, then the choice is completely up to you!)
Have fun! Donāt let the rules of this challenge confine you and inhibit your creativity. Unless the rules explicitly direct you, we encourage you to make the gameplay your own
Generation One: āWhite picket fenceā
From the time that you strike out on your own as a young adult, you dream of cultivating loving familial relationships as rich and unique as the dishes you love to create. You marry younger than some of your friends, raise a bundle of children, and enjoy gardening and entertaining in your spare time. Yet, you still devote a portion of your life to your hidden dream of becoming a master chef.
Traits: Outgoing, Foodie, Family-Oriented
Aspiration: Successful Lineage
Career: Culinary (Master Chef branch)*
Rules:
Complete at least five (5) gold-level dinner parties
Master cooking and baking skills
Marry as a YA and stay happily married until ādeath do us partā
Have 3-4 children
Maintain a garden with at least 10 unique plants, including a cowplant
Complete at least ¾ levels of aspiration
*Upon completing level 5 of the Culinary career, you may also choose to leave the career and open a restaurant instead
Generation Two: āWhy ever leave?ā
You were raised to believe that āhome is where the heart is.ā And because of this, you rarely venture into the outside world unless given a really good reason to do so. You choose not to leave your parentsā home to pursue your own path at the same time that a lot of others do. Video games and programming became your passion while holed up in your basement bedroom, and thankfully your career of choice doesnāt require a lot of socialization. Leftover pizza, anyone?
Traits: Lazy, Slob, Geek
Aspiration: Computer Whiz
Career: Tech Guru (eSport Gamer branch)
Rules:
Win a GeekCon competition while cosplaying
Meet spouse at GeekCon
Master programming and video gaming skills
Play the guitar as a hobby (no skill requirement)Ā
Order pizza for dinner at least one night per week
Never move out of childhood home until parents have died
Generation Three: āSupport my familyā
Being raised by a parent with an affinity for keeping close to home never quelled your sense of adventure and love for the outdoors when growing up. You love finding hidden treasures and collecting āuselessā items, hoping to convince others of their value. Being made a single parent at a young age only helped to build the desire within you to remain free of the clutches of a ānormalā job or relationship. And so, you devote your heart to running your own business and being the best parent that you can.
Traits: Cheerful, Unflirty, Loves the Outdoors
Aspiration: The Curator
Career: Self-employed (owns a retail store and sells collectibles/woodworking creations)
Rules:
Become a single parent as a young adult
Master handiness and charisma skills
May sell items at Flea Market whenever possible
Visit the secret lot in Oasis Springs
Travel to a vacation world at least 3 times
Generation Four: āLaugh away the painā
Letās be honest: you had a pretty good upbringing. Even though there were some rough patches, you know that your parent did the best they could to raise you alone. But, deep down, being alone is the very thing you fear more than anything. So, you cover it up with laughter,ā¦both the laughter which bubbles from inside you and that which you try to create in others. You marry young in a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that drives you, only to find later that your spouse has chosen another. Eventually, you have to face the fact that your family and the laughter are enough to hold you up. Oh, and did we mention you mix some crazy DJ tapes in your free time?
Traits: Goofball, Romantic, Active
Aspiration: Joke Star
Career: Entertainer (Comedian branch)
Rules:
Master DJ and comedy skills
Reach level 5 of the fitness skill (jogging only)
DJ at a club at least once per week
Marry first GF/BFas a YA
Turn blind eye to spouseās cheating
Eventually divorce spouse; never remarry
Generation Five: āStruggling in the cityā
You come from a broken home. Growing up, you witnessed first-hand the havoc that infidelity can bring on a family. You determine from a young age that you will pour your soul into forging close relationships with your spouse and children. The city draws you, and it is there that you decide to make your home. However, despite your best efforts as a doctor later in life, tragedy claims one of your children long before their time. You wear a shroud of sadness from then on, but find that the love of your remaining child(ren) and your ability to express yourself through song might just pull you through in the end.
Traits: Gloomy, Genius, Music Lover
Aspiration: Super Parent
Career: Doctor
Rules:
Master singing and parenting skills
Reach level 5 of the logic skill
Live in an apartment from YA onwards
Have more than one child
Win at karaoke night at least once
Lose one child to death
Visit childās grave at least once per week; leave their bedroom untouched
Generation Six: āLiving with a broken heartā
You lost a sibling at a very young age and witnessed your parentsā grief while still trying to process it yourself. Rather than trying to pick up the pieces, you let the sadness consume you. You give into your darkest thoughts. Theft and criminal activity appeal to you, and eventually you give yourself over to that lifestyle. Even though youāre more at home in your contemplative solitude, you take comfort once in a one-night-stand. But thereās a surprising side to you; the raging in your heart is only calmed by the time you spend cultivating life in the soil.
Traits: Kleptomaniac, Loner, Vegetarian
Aspiration: Public Enemy
Career: Criminal
Rules:
Run away from home as a teen & never speak to parents again
Do not āinheritā any money from parents
Garden as a coping method
Master mischief and gardening skills
Steal at least 10 items over the course of generation
Have a one-night-stand with a coworker that results in pregnancy
Generation Seven: āHere to make a differenceā
There is only one word to describe your childhood: lonely. You knew from a young age that the parent you lived with took no pleasure in your company, and youāve always felt that you were the āmistakeā that resulted from a careless decision. As a result, you pour effort into building relationships with those who truly care about you, and even attempt to mend relationships with those who donāt. You have a core group of people who mean the world to you, and you spend as much time with them as you can. Becoming a politician was an obvious choice, as it provides you with the tools you need to reach others. And while youāre a social creature by nature, you never turn down the opportunity to curl up with a good book.
Traits: Good, Insider, Bookworm
Aspiration: Friend of the World
Career: Politician (Charity Organizer branch)
Rules:
Attempt to mend relationships with estranged grandparents and parent
Maintain a club of ābestiesā from YA onwards
Have a movie night with club once per week
Master the charisma and wellness skills
Marry a club member
Read at least 10 unique books over the course of the generation
Have at least two biological children and adopt at least one child
Volunteer with family at least twice
Generation Eight: āWorking with animals is my passionā
Growing up, you were constantly surrounded by family and close friends who loved you. But you desired more than just human interaction. Animals are your passion, and your biggest dream is becoming a vet and opening your own clinic someday. Even though starting up your own business means you have to live with your parents longer than most of your friends, you donāt mind because it means youāre close the people you love. In fact, closeness and similar interests cause you to fall in love with someone who works at your vet clinic, and they donāt mind that you canāt yet afford a place of your own. In your āspare timeā (hah!), you enjoy photographing places near and far, searching for that perfect shot. Between trying to run a successful clinic and your photography hobby, youāre not able to spend as much time with your children as you like. But thatās okay; youāre out there living your dreams.
Traits: Cheerful, Self-Assured, Cat Lover OR Dog Lover (player chooses)
Aspiration: Friend of the Animals
Career: Self-Employed (runs a vet clinic)
Rules:
Live with parents until they die while trying to get clinic off the ground
Have a child as a YA with someone who works at vet clinic
Marry the father/mother of their child once parents die
Master veterinarian, pet training, and photography skills
Achieve 4/5 star vet clinic rating
Must take at least one photo in every world
Have collage wall in their clinic of pets
Generation Nine: āBusiness-minded and musically-inclinedā
Your parents worked hard for every penny that they earned, but you were just left feeling like they didnāt care about you as much as the animals they tended. Your grandparents are your closest friends while theyāre still alive. After all, they practically raised you. As a young adult, you desire the family you feel you never had and start a family quicklyā¦only to find out that youāre married to someone you donāt love as much as you should. You have a āresponsibleā 9-5 at the local business office, but you also possess real musical talent. Even though you would never consider leaving your job at the office, investing in your music is something you do quite regularly. You eventually remarry after finding real love, and enjoy the rest of your life mediating a mixed family. Will you find true happiness amidst the wealth and your high-powered job?
Traits: Ambitious, Clumsy, Snob
Aspiration: Musical Genius
Career: Business (Management branch)
Rules:
Become good friends with one or both grandparents
Marry and have at least one child; divorce spouse
Later remarry and have at least one child (think āYours, Mine & Oursā)
Master piano and charisma skills
Achieve level 5 of either the violin or guitar skill
Hire and keep a butler
Eat out at a restaurant at least once per week
Generation Ten: āI will make our happy endingā
Objectively speaking, your life is great. You never really wanted for anything as a child. The overactive imagination that you possess lends itself perfectly to your love of writing. The supernatural fascinates you, but more than anything you desire to find true love. When your significant other suddenly dies prematurely, you immediately begin to seek out a way to bring them back to you. As you search, drinking becomes your method to quiet a broken heart and provide a false sense of peace. But at a time when your hope begins to lag, your decision to adopt a child despite your own childlessness is the final push you need to persevere. You succeed in creating your own happy ending following a long line of sims with odd stories: some happy, and some not.
Traits: Hot-Headed, Creative, Erratic
Aspiration: Soulmate
Career: Self-employed (writer)
Rules:
Master writing and gourmet cooking skills
Achieve level 5 of mixology skill
Find true love at a young age, significant other dies prematurely
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Synopsis: What happens when your bunny adoption goes terribly wrong and instead of offering a cute cuddly pet a home, you get stuck with not one, but two bunnies both with their each set of problems, chaos insures.
Pairings: !bunny-hybrid!Sylus x Y/n x !bunny-hybrid!Xavier
Content warnings : AU, NSFW, angst, bunny hybrids, slow burn, power imbalance, discrimination, reference to hybrid torture, reference to trauma and sexual abuse, non consensual touching, scenting, marking, pheromones, somnophilia, handjob, cunnilingus, overstimulation , forced multiple orgasms, deepthroating, p in v, ruts, knotting, alpha and omega dynamics, breeding kink,
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"if you want to hear about my ocs, my inbox is ope-" NO!! START YAPPING UNPROMPTED!! DO NOT WAIT FOR OTHERS TO TAKE INTEREST, POST THINGS THAT WILL MAKE THEM TAKE INTEREST!!!!
that's a them problem!! stop contorting yourself to be small enough to tolerate!! so what if someone thinks you're annoying, what if someone thinks you're really cool? what if they love what you post! RISK IT ALL
" You, a well-known streamer, have always kept your two hobbies separate. By day, you entertain thousands with your snarky commentary, but by night, you secretly write. fanfiction about your favorite idol, Balladeer. It was a guilty pleasureāuntil a late-night stream led to a slip of the tongue and exposed your secret to the world!
In a single moment of poor judgment and a misclick, which by the way was totally not your fault!.. I think.. clips and memes about you spread like wildfire! It was embarrassing enough for everyone to know about your fanfiction, but it spiraled down even further when they discovered you were writing about the very idol youĀ constantly claimed was overrated.
Just as you were wallowing in self-pity, a notification pings on your phone. A familiar username and a blue checkmark.
Oh. "
Started on: 10/7/24, 12:32 AM
Status: š starting
GENRE: romance, slight angst, comedy, fluffy
PAIRING: idol!scaramouche x streamer!gn reader
A/N: hii!! this is going to be my first smau and the first writing thing I'll post on social media.. I have barely any experience in writing but I hope this smau can be good enough to entertain!! I'm very excited to start this smau!! I take alot of inspiration from my favorite writers so if anything similar pops up tell me and I'll @ them!! ::flyrubbinghands::
Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere
ššš“ššš ā ongoing | šš“šŗšæš¼šš ā open
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social media au, modern au, college au, acquaintances to friends to lovers, mystery, slow burn, fluff, angst, comedy
⢠In the field of online streaming, an introverted indie streamer, known for her quiet nature, has never collaborated before. So why now? Fans wonder why she avoids collaborations ā is she simply an odd one out? When she finally accepts an invite to a show, unknowingly the guest host is a popular but grumpy streamer who often collaborates due to his company, unexpected sparks fly as she discovers the guest host might just be her future boyfriend. Nevertheless, things changed as they found out why she truly has never collaborated before.
Scaramouche x yn (you)
āWhen I look through your eyes, I see my future with you. Are you sure we aren't bound by the stars?ā
āThe stars are bound; bounded by the stars are we, my dear.ā
ā Starbound
- SMAU / CHAT FIC
MADE BY: cherishmii
Picture is made by me! Dividers are not made by me... Credits to them! Writing is made by me and me only. ā”
INSPIRED BY: zoropookie ā How haters are born ventismacchiato ā just playing the part!
WARNING: Matured words, Cussing, Angst, Toxicity and adult topics! English isn't my first languange, so please feel free to correct my grammar or spelling!
STATUS: started ā 7/18/2024 ! on going
DISCLAIMER: I made these for fun so don't take anything seriously! This is my first time using tumblr as well as writing a smau so bare with me...
enjoy reading!
MASTERLIST /į - Ė -ćį¶» š š°
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ā Yn's group - Birds of a feather
ā Scara's group - Inazuma
ā§Prologue
ACT 1: "I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone".
⢠chapter I : Babysteps except no babies
⢠chapter II : so there's this river in egypt...
⢠chapter III : u stayed longer than my dad did
⢠chapter IV: tba...
⢠chapter V: tba...
⢠chapter V: tba...
⢠chapter VI: tba...
⢠chapter VII: tba...
⢠chapter VIII: tba...
⢠chapter IX: tba...
⢠chapter X: tba...
Taglist please comment below if you wanna be added!
In ancient Teyvat, you worship your Lord of Geo as much as the next villager. When you hear that you're cursed by something unknown, your fears are only confirmed when you're given to your Archon as a sacrifice to save your village.
Only, it turns out you're not quite the sacrifice you thought you were. OH, turns out, you're to be wedded to your Archon.
Except, since arriving at his hidden chambers, you've seen neither hide nor hair of him. Only his pet dragon, Morax, lazes about in the mountainscape to accompany you.
Welp, new best friend! Even if it is a sassy lizard.
What... What do you mean, he is the sassy lizard...
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kinda chaotic [name], sugestive at the end, arranged (??) marriage trope except he arranged it, Zhongli is a little shit, i think he's slightly OOC im SO sorry, dragonli, young Morax?? but not quite, ancient teyvat au (kind of), swearing, might do a part 2
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"Cursed!?" You cry out in horror, "I'mĀ cursed!?"
"Not cursed, dear one," The sweet old lady hums, swishing around your cup of left over tea leaves, "just marked."
"Oh, oh good," You feign relief, "so I'm a target."
"Oh hush you," The tea reader swats you over the head, "you fret too much. Besides, there's more I've yet to see..."
You grumble to yourself under your breath, rubbing your sore spot with a pout before sitting and waiting for the rest of her verdict. The woman hums lowly, a content smile on her delicate old features as she keeps her eyes trained on the semi-warm yunomi cup in her hands.
"Ooh, would you look at that," She hums happily, "a crescent star--how wonderful. You will have an unusually large fortune happen upon you..." she swishes the cup once more, "and... ah! And these are... indeed! Health and happiness shall befall you! Though beware, a great sacrifice must you omit in your coming days for this to be achieved."
You sigh to yourself quietly, smiling softly with a shake of your head, "Thank you, grandma."
You place a small pouch of coins atop her tattered, velvet cloth table as you move to stand.
"Ah, ah, ah!" She tuts, eyes wide as she stares at your tea leaves, "my child... I see that someone has their eye on you; beware of whom it is that you trust, deary. Not all things are as they seem..."
You feel a shiver crawl up your spine, and you squeak; you feel your soul levitate.
You gain a cold sweat, "T-Thanks, granny..."
"It's no problem, child!" The old lady beams, positively ignorant of your terror, "come back anytime. It's always such a joy to read for you..."
You're quick to leave the quaint tea shop, placid smile immediately dropping into one of panic. Ever since you'd gone up that stupid magical mountain or whatever, you'd felt these odd shivers down your spine, like someone was watching you.
Constantly.
Or, nearly constantly. It usually stopped when you got to your house--at least this stalker hadĀ someĀ decency.Ā
It certainly didn't help that there was an apparent raid being planned on your village, an attack that you'd all been warned about by an anonymous.
It was a curse of sorts, unleashed by an old enemy of your land's beloved Archon, Rex Lapis. The main city of Liyue is only small at this time, and the adepti, each to their own, have additionally been busy with protecting the various other scattered villages around the land.
You were given fourteen days to figure out a solution.Ā
Now, there's only three left.Ā
You shudder, once again feeling a pair of eyes glaring into you from archons knows where, and you let out an angsty huff, crossing your arms over yourself.Ā
"Great," You crinkle your nose, "now I'm even more paranoid."Ā
"A WHAT!?"Ā
Ah, what a wonderful start to the morning, with two days left before the presumed attack.Ā
The whole village gathers with murmurs of concern, pity, and fear.
In seeing no other way to prevent the attack, the town elder had announced a last resort solution, as provided with help from the adepti.
A sacrifice is to be made and sent to the stone mountains where it is told that their Great Lord and his dragon reside. A sacrifice must be made to their Archon in exchange for protection from the oncoming curse.
And with consultation from Adeptis Cloud Retainer and Moon Carver, you were chosen to be the offered one.Ā
"You want me to be a WHAT!?" Your eyes practically bulge from your head, and a panic rushes through you, thoughts spiralling as your heart tightens painfully in your chest.
Your outburst garnered further chatter from the rest of the town, some shouting their concern for you, others in protest of the decision made--but ultimately, it wasn't up to them.
The adepti themselves had chosen.Ā
Your ears rang with a high pitch, gaze hazy as you grew dizzy, struggling to breathe.
You couldn't hear what anyone else was saying--and quite frankly, you didn't want to, nor did you care.
A further immense feeling of fright pierced through you, causing your knees to buckle. It was those eyes again.Ā
'Dear archons,'Ā You thought to yourself fearfully, 'am I going to die?'
The next forty-eight hours went by too fast, consisting of preparation for your departure, where a group of villagers would later escort you to the mountains and present you at its base before returning home.
And where you would be left alone, alongside barrels of fruit and meat offerings, and baskets of their finest silk and gold.
Then, it would be up to their Great Lord to make the decision.Ā
And so there you had been, fearful and adorned in opaque silks and fine threads, arms and legs decorated with pretty golden jewellery for an extravagent yet elegant appeal.
Your heart stuttered painfully in your chest, breath uncomfortably stuck in your throat as paranoia and terror consume you simultaneously. The feeling of eyes being burnt into your form had never left, and they had never felt so intense until then.
Staring at the mountain base with your back to the open field behind you, you felt your very soul ice over as a dark shadow swallowed you. You hadn't dared to look back, eyes wide with your skin pricked, breath stagnant as your base most instincts went wild; run.
But you felt you were dead before it had even approached.
You don't remember anything from that point on, only recalling a behemoth silhouette drowning yours before everything went silent and dark.
You had fainted.
But freedom! You cry in your mind, finding yourself awake inside a palace worthy bedchamber. You weren't eaten! Yay! CELEBRATE FOOL.
You notice a soft quilt upon you, its fabric smooth to the touch. Your hands tremble ever so slightly, nerves recovering from being shot. You swallow thickly, unsure of what to expect as you observe your surroundings.
The room is heavenly. Much grander than even the nobles in the nearest city, the room is vast and elegant, with artworks and calligraphy engraved into the stone walls. Cor lapis illuminates it all, along with the plentiful golden intricacies.
An elaborate archway to your left is separated from your room by a semi-sheer curtain, and you can hear the ever so soothing tinkling of water. A bathroom.
Placed along that same wall is a beautiful vanity and smaller archway separated similarly to the other. You can spy a more than generous number of hanging fabrics and neat, polished crates--a wardrobe.
The opposite side of the room displays practically half a library. Gorgeous bookshelves line the walls with ornate pillars and decorative foliage, a grand desk situated nearby with an equally as exquisite chair. The floor is covered by a soft carpet, accompanied by various cosy and inhumanely large pillows.
Nevermind, you must have been eaten, because this looks like heaven.
Mouth agape in bewilderment and disbelief, you slowly slip out from beneath the covers, tip toeing along the cool flooring into the middle of the room.
Your eyes graze over everything, and you're tempted to throw yourself indulgently into the giant pile of pillows just begging to be laid on.
Yet you restrain yourself because where the hell are you.
The large door across from you looks promising.
It takes a good hard push from you before it opens, though once it does the doors part for you effortlessly on their own. You pause, peeking out into the hallway skeptically before actually stepping out.
The door shuts quietly by itself one you're out of its way.
Interesting.
The corridor itself is daunting, both in size and extravagence. One side leads to an archway concealed by a thick red curtain, whilst the other reveals an opening into what appears to be a sun room.
Well, that looks promising.
Like everything else, the area is expansive and elegant. Sunlight bathes everything in a soft, golden glow, and water trickles pleasingly from ornate divets in the high stone walls, following a painstakingly carved path down into a rivet in the ground that outlines the floor plan.
Looking up into the high ceiling, your mouth drops in awe at the crystal clear glass encasing. In an octagonal, dome shape, the largest panes showcase stained glass designs, threading rainbow highlights here and there.
Thriving vines decorate the roofs edge, neatly climbing down the walls and curling around the spaced pillars that hold it all together. The plantation has been carefully placed as to not obstuct or corrode the ornate architecture.
In the centre of the room is a mound of silks and pillows with gold trims and intricacies, a large serpentine figure curled atop the delicate fabrics gracefully as it slumbers.
What.
Pause.
A dragon.
A fucking dragon.
Morax, Rex Lapis' dragon.
And you know it's Rex Lapis' dragon because who fucking else would have a dragon.
Your mouth drops in absolute horror at what you've stumbled upon, and you start to backtrack in silent terror when the slumbering creature begins to shuffle.
You internally curse yourself as the thing emits a sleepy grumble that vibrates the floor before locking eyes with you.
It blinks drearily, lazily yawning and smacking its maws before learning towards you with lidded amber eyes and a grounding purr.
You've been frozen in utter fear for the entirety of its slow awakening, and it huffs warm air into your wide eyed face once its levelled with you.
You let out a frightened squeak, blinking rapidly to recover from the assault while the serpentine creature rumbles contently. It looks... entirely unbothered by your presence.
You can't quite tell what it's thinking, its eyes watching you ever so intently, yet with a peculiar fondness that has you puzzled.
"He.. Hello, dragon," Your voice cracks, and you take a hasty bow to make up for it, "uh! Morax. Um, am I... aren't I suppose to be, uh, eaten..?"
Morax blinks at you cluelessly.
"As, uh, in sacrifice?"
The dragon huffs at you again, though this time much more sharply, as though offended. An odd keen gets stuck in its throat as it tilts its head before shaking out its mane.
Then, Morax leans towards you again with a grumbling coo, as though attempting to soothe you before nudging its large muzzle at your chest.
You stumble back from the unexpected contact, but the being only prods at you again until you gently guide its nose away with both hands. It retreats back into the rest of its curled form, watching you expectantly.
You reach a hand to where Morax had been poking, touching the thick cor lapis pendant situated on your chest in the shape of the geo symbol, secured by a deceivingly delicate looking gold chain.
"Oh this?" You look down at it from your awkward angle, "is something wrong with it?"
Morax lets out a curt grumble, not in warning or any form of vexation, but as a sort of prompt. Not quite.
You furrow your brows, "Then... does it mean something?"
Its grumbles again. Closer.
Your mind blanks, and you stare back at the beast that just blinks at you slowly. It makes no more sounds to edge you forwards, nor anymore mortion to aid your thinking. Instead, it watches you patiently, expectantly. Fondly.
"...You wanna... you wanna tell me?"
Your features flatten when the dragon emits an exaggerated yawn, crossing its massive paws and laying its head down upon them.
"Oh, you've got an attitude, you know," You frown at the mythical thing, and it closes its eyes teasingly in cheek.
You look at your pendant again. It had been provided by the Adeptis, and passed onto the village chief for when the chosen had been annouced. Then it was later given to you at the end of all your preparations, and you've been wearing it since.
Funnily enough, your preparations were similar to those of your wedding traditions--the older women fussing over your appearance while the men gathered gold and jewels to toss and offer up in symbolizing a rich, fruitiful future for the beweddeds.
The pendant is a similar heirloom typically passed from the more forthright intended to their beloved, as a way to show both their devotion, and their will to provide and protect.
The heirloom is usually something that represents the family from which it is given, as the receiver takes on their last name.
But your pendant is the geo symbol, your Archon's insignia.
Holy freaking shit you're wearing your Archon's insignia and it's not a vision.
Your stomach drops.
"O-Oh my god!" The pendant drops back into place on your chest, and you stare wide eyed at the serpent that daringly matches your panicked gaze, "I-I'm our Lord's intended!?"
"You're my one true friend Morax. But don't tell anyone I said that, that's kinda sad."
You distractedly scrub the dragon's scales by his neck, having moved on from his claws. You're dressed in thin bathing silks that cling to your figure from the water, parts of the fabric sheer upon your skin. You're not bothered though, it's only you and the dragon in this huge manor.
For the week or so that you've spent here, you've seen neither hide nor hair of your dear Archon. One part of you is curious as to why, seeing as this is his abode, though the other shudders at the prospect of running into him in person. You're still not mentally prepared for that.
You don't know how to talk to a god! Let alone how to your god--and that's not even mentioning the fact that you're technically supposed to be married to him.
Yeah. You've figured it out now.
No, you had not been sentenced to your death. No pain or any form of violence has been inflicted since your arrival, unless you want to count the dragon tormenting you with the fluff of its tail.
Stupid dragon.
Speaking of the damned creature, you've taken solace in its company. Although non-human, the dragon is a sentient being of its own, and though large and very much built for battle, Morax has been nothing but patient and gentle.
Ever so aware of your smaller being, the dragon has been careful with its every motion, bending its languid body elegently and fluidly to accomidate you. Even in a playful mood, Morax takes great care not to jostle you or startle you so.
You've claimed the overgrown reptile as your best friend in claws!
Morax had preened at the proclamation.
"Has our Lord been taking care of you? I haven't seen him once since I've been here. Do you think I've scared him off?" You snicker, wringing out the soaked cloth in the floral water you're seeping in, "ah, yes. As I am everything he should fear in a spouse. A merciless tongue and a non-existent sleep schedule."
In the furthest depths of this absolutely insanely huge manor, palace or whatever, is an opening in what you presume to be the back of the mountain.
Walls opening into a magnificent waterscape with a lazy lake and picturesque waterfalls, vines and flowers and brush decorating the scene with giant trees overshading parts of the water.
Morax snorts at your accusations, nostrils puffing non-aggravated smoke.
You move on to delicately rinsing the dragon's mane in parts, fingers sifting through the long, smooth fur to untangle any knots.
"Is he kind?"
From its once sleep tempted state, the beast perks up, opening its eyes to gaze at you. Sensing Morax's confusion, you give a tender smile while you brush a hand through its mane and over its scales.
"My betrothed, our Lord," The dragon croons softly, leaning its massive head down to rest its chin on your lap as you chuckle bashfully, "only you and the adepti know what he's really like. When he's not attending his duties, I mean."
You swallow thickly, worry glazing your eyes before being swiftly masked by a ginger smile as Moraz nudges you.
"I just... to be wedded to our Lord is just a fantasy. Who could I ever amass to in comparison to our Archon? I... don't think he will be cruel. But," Your eyes flutter to the side unsurely, "I don't want to live a lie."
Your heart pangs in your chest, and you slow in your movements which begin to cease. The water ripples around you at each notion, the air still and serene. Yet, despite the peace, you feel burdened.
No, not burdened.
Your brows crease in thought.
Perhaps dejected.
Although you have yet to meet, you've been provided with an abundance of wealth. It's evident your Lord is the spoiling type.
Your room is just one example, full of things you love and could lose yourself in for hours, alongside a wardrobe full of clothes you could only ever have previously dreamed of.
And you have the entire mountain to explore to entertain yourself--and it's not as though you were trapped.
You've gone flying with Morax twice now, and further explored the wilderness surrounding with the dragon's protective supervision. If you so truly wished, you could leave these hidden chambers to go elsewhere. To be honest though, you don't trust yourself to be able to find your way back.
The food is plentiful. Visiting the kitchens each morning and night, you find a feast is laden. And during the mid-day when you're hungry, or the late hours when you're peckish, the pantries are stocked in abundance.
A warm breeze caresses your shoulders, and the sound of the water trinkling melodically echoes a tranquil tune.
Morax purrs at you, and your smile saddens as you speak a dismal truth, "I will forever worship our Lord, not just for what he has provided me, but for him in all his existence. Though I admit, my heart will carry the dual burden of heartache."
The dragon blinks at you slowly, before reeling back in all its grace with a low croon. Its eyes are lidded, looking down at you in fondness and something else you can't quite place.
You puff a breathy laugh, reaching up a hand to cup the scales on its cheek. Despite the comically drastic size difference, the mystic being leans into your touch with a rumble.
"Thank you, Morax," You murmur, awed, "but I could ask nothing more from our dearest Archon who has given so much already. I only pray that someday he will find the one with whom he can truly return their affections."
A disgruntled huff escapes from the amber dragon's maw, and it shakes its head before leaning down to carefully press its horned head against yours.
A smile traces your lips, sincere gratitude oozing from your being as your eyes slip shut, nuzzling back against the smooth and damp scales of your mythical friend.
Another kind brush of air kisses your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. From behind your eyelids, a bright flash of light is muted, though you pass it off as naught.
Suddenly though, the scales you had cupped fit much better in your palm, a sensation much softer gracing your fingertips. Your brows furrow slightly as you feel the weight of the dragon's physical presence decrease. The water around you ripples greatly, though the atmosphere itself remains undisturbed.
The winds swoop gracefully as always, musical water cascades still singing their dream inducing tinkles while the scent of the surrounding natural flora soothes you.
You hear a gentle rumble, though much softer than the dragon before you. Your eyes gradually open, slinking up to lock onto the ethereal man leant into your loving caress.
Your gaze drifts to his nose, and then his lips, observing his attire that consists of layers of intricate brown and golden silks that float atop the water's surface.
And then you gasp, meeting eternally wise amber orbs that stare into yours knowingly.
Your muscles tense and your stomach drops, and you stumble back, almost tripping in the water.
At your sudden lurch in movement, the devastatingly handsome man fixes his arms around you, a gavelly chuckle sending a flush of heat to the tips of your ears as he pulls you flush against him.
"Y-You! I--" Embarrassment in all its forms overwhelms you while your beloved Lord himself stares down at you with lidded eyes, exuding elegance and unwavering strength just as he stands.
You don't dare look him in the eye, gaze latched shamefully onto the intricate details laced on the garment covering his chest. Your shame only increases once you notice the opening in the fabric that reveals part of his chest.
"M-My Lord..!"
Humiliation causes tears to prick at your eyes painfully.
But the dragon--his dragon, he is the dragon!
Heavens above, how utterly foolish could you be!?
Weeks you have spent confiding and bumbling about with that damned beast had you spilling the deepest depths of your heart and innermost being.
You would have never behaved in such a trecherous manner had you known it was your Lord! How disgusted he must be with you. How offended he must feel for the ignorant things you have speeled!
You clench your eyes shut, almost trembling in his grasp.
"My.. My most sincerest apologies, Lord Rex Lapis. I-I must avow that for each word I have spoken I never did intend-"
"Whatever do you mean, my love?" His voice is warm and low, a pleasant gravel that slinks into your ears like honey.
Rex Lapis--Morax, your very Archon who is one in the same, pulls himself back to admire you with fond eyes. Though his gaze is ever intense, the emotion he expresses is more than palpable.
His touch is tender, careful but full of longing, "Perish such nonsense from your mind. I, apologise, dear one," He leans down hopefully to meet your gaze, "for startling you so. And for withholding my true self for so long."
You flutter your eyes open, swallowing shakily when he smiles at you oh so adoringly.
"To be honest, I was... nervous. Unsure as to how you would perceive me."
"You? Nervous?" You incredulous tone has him breathe out a laugh.
"Indeed, dearest," You flush at the endearment, able to process it past your panic this time, "it is not everyday you are intended to a God. Now though, I see I should have been the one to welcome you first and foremost."
In contrast to his gentle touches and patient tone, a familiar cheeky twinkle sparkles in his eyes, "To think you thought you were a meat offering."
You blink up at him, horridly aghast at the mention of your initial misgrievances.
Forgetting your prior reservations about him as your Lord, no longer heeding your behaviour to such, you recognise that mischevious glint just as on the first day you had arrived.
A sense of relief floods your being, and you gradually untense in his tender grasp.
Though you're still unwilling to let him off unscathed.
"Who's the one who had me snatched up on such short notice?"
A sense of sheepishness has him ducking his head in self awareness, nodding acceptingly and in apology. A pink tint lines his fair cheeks at that.
But then he glances down at your drenched attire, and his flush deepens as a desire much too long forgone has him turning up his cheek a little more than he normally would.
"Well," He clears his throat distractedly, "who wouldn't at such a delightful temptation, hm?"
And then it's your turn to feel flushed.
Although he had left you lonesome in you first few weeks of stay, he more than made up for it in the coming nights.
And in response to your apprehensions and concern in being wedded to a God, he addressed them directly by providing you with an adoring reverence than even celestia would envy.
And he continued to do so, for the many years that would come.
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SYNOPSIS youāre at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friendās house to stay the night but⦠the one who opens the door isnāt her but instead, her brotherā¦?
STATUS 08/20/23, ongoing, slow updates
GENRE social media au, modern au, college auĀ
CONTENT WARNINGS best friendās brother troupe, drinking, alcohol, unhealthy relationships, angst, suggestive scenes, implied female reader (they/them prns reader's considered as a "girl"), written during patch 4.0/fontaine's release, messy timestamps, will add more later!
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CHARACTERS
shit talkers | adoption center
ACT I - "LOOK INTO HIS ANGEL EYES"
01. wtf did i walk in on?? ā
02. matcha frog cookies
03. homewrecker š¼
04. who's the special lady
05. salty lips ā
06. turn him gay
07. 6reeze introductions
08. teach me
09. you planned this?
10. practice ā
11. i'll think about it ā
12. fuck it we ball
13. we won
14. so pretty
15. holding hands already?! ā
16. day 2 - sparks fly
17. day 3 - enchanted
Synopsis - In which a girl who had been played by Cupid refuses to be fooled around with anymore. That was until the love devil in one last ditch attempt sent you the schoolās rich playboy. Caught in a string of lies, rumors, and fame you end up fake-dating but what happens when you realize heās not who you originally thoughtā¦?
ā a tartaglia x f!reader smauĀ Ā
āĀ enemies/rivals to lovers , modern au, college setting, crack Ā
ā status: ongoingĀ
āĀ warnings : time stamps suck so they donāt matter
ā side ships :Ā kavetham & cynonariĀ
Taglist - OPEN!
GAME START...!
Players:
ā³ [Name]ās group | Childeās āhomiesā
EARLY GAMEĀ
01.Ā new resolutions?Ā | 01.5: class
02. unexpected kiss ā
03.Ā regrets and remorse
04. a date? ā
05. setup ā
06. forgiveness | 06.5: maid
07. happy day 3!! | 07.5: laptop
08. a date ā
09. ghosting | 09.5: I love her, I love her not...?