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look at my townies dawg these are all ugly married men

Sunday, May 7th, 1922 The church was quiet and cool this morning, the sunlight falling in long, pale strips across the wooden benches. Guests arrived in waves, all dressed as if for a portrait, and I moved among them in my gown, stiff and heavy, smiling when I should have been smiling. Elliot and I exchanged our vows in front of those gathered, each word deliberate and careful. My now-husband, in a gesture that surprised everyone including myself, chose to hyphenate my name to his, to be Mr. Elliot Nest-Kerrigan, acknowledging the wealth and position my family brings. The ring he slipped upon my finger seemed heavier with that weight, yet no lighter for its gold. The guests murmured their congratulations, smiles wide and polite, while the tables waited with tiers of cake too beautiful to eat, adorned with delicate icing. When Elliot led me to the floor for the first dance, all eyes upon us, I moved as though through water. His hand was firm at my back, guiding me. He looked the picture of pride, but I felt only a strange quiet in my heart. I am now Mrs. Kerrigan. And though the world tells me this is the happiest day of my life, I cannot convince myself it is real.

Saturday, May 6th, 1922 I have always wished to be a wife, to keep a home, to stand respectably beside a husband. It was my dearest ambition since girlhood. And yet I stand here crying. With it so near, I feel such unease. Elliot is steady, dependable, admired by many. Any sensible woman would say I am fortunate indeed. But what if that steadiness turns to coldness? What if, in marrying him, I bind myself to a life where his work is his true love and I am only the keeper of his house? I do not understand why Elliot troubles my spirit so. He gives no offense, no cruelty, no unkind word, and yet I feel a distance I cannot bridge. Nothing in his manner is cruel or careless, and yet my heart will not rest. I am frightened that in the years to come I shall look back upon this night and know I stepped into a life not meant for me. Still, it is too late to turn back. I must carry on.

Friday, September 23rd, 1921 Had dinner with Mr. Nest last night. He spoke at great length of a criminal he pursues, a man called "Dandy", or so I understood. Elliot’s manner grows most animated when his work is the subject, in such moments, he seems to forget the rest of the world. When the evening was finished, he took his leave promptly, with nothing more than a courteous bow. I watched him go and felt a curious emptiness, though I hardly know why. Sometimes, I tell myself Elliot is the sort of man I might learn to love.

So, with that said, allow me the honor of introducing my generation one founder, Miss Elizabeth Kerrigan!

"what reshade do you use?" none! the laptop i use for gaming is also the same on i use for college and he's very weak, so i rather not risk it.

i’m a generational player, typically sticking with my families for 3-4 generations in the same town. occasionally, i like to spice things up with fun challenges!

ruby is getting ready for bed while callum’s already sprawled out reading. just another end to a long day in their chaotic little home.

Ruby: I wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kicked you out. That was… really unfair of me. Callum: You think?  Ruby: I know, I know. I messed up. I was angry about the mud and the mess, and I took it out on you. But I don’t want you to stay out there. Come back home. Please? Callum: I dunno… I was kinda starting to enjoy living in the woods. Felt right, you know? Ruby: Callum. Callum: Relax, witch. I’ll come back. Someone’s gotta keep you from burning the place down. Now, let’s both agree to stop being terrible roommates for at least a week, yeah? Ruby: Deal.

Ruby’s magic keeps the pantry stocked and the household functioning, but Callum’s wild energy is a constant test of her patience. His guitar riffs echo through the house at all hours, and his transformations during full moons are, to put it mildly, disruptive. Yet, for all their differences, there’s an odd balance to their dynamic. Ruby finds herself charmed by Callum’s unapologetic enthusiasm, even as it drives her up the wall, and Callum seems to respect Ruby’s no-nonsense attitude — most of the time.