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lovelywetdreamer · 6 months
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💜🌸~Jock X Nerd💜🌸~
On campus, Eren is basically a superstar for being a famous quarterback for the university. To you, he is your cocky, annoying roommate with a good heart. He will brag and brag on day ends how about he is the best player while helping you take out your braids or painting your toenails for you. You don't blame him for bragging about skills because the boy can back it up. You just get annoyed and worried about him. Life isn't just football. He needed a good education to lean on just in case football doesn't work out. Eren thinks it sweet, but also a pain to hear you talk about getting a good education. Education and he are strangers. He is not smart like you, an honors roll student. His grades didn't get him into college. Football got him into college.
It was an average day with Eren and you in the apartment. He was working out and pumping himself up for the upcoming football game in the living room while you was studying in the kitchen. Eren didn't mind you studying in the living room while he works out. He actually like having you in the living room when he is getting a good sweat on. You're his personal cheerleader without knowing it of course. Eren may not be the smartest, but he knows it dumb to have a crush on his roomate. Even thought the way you bite on your lip drove him crazy when you are having a hard time understanding your flashcard. He would bite and kisses them if you gave him the chance.
You didn't mind studying when Eren was working out. Your brain didn't mind, but your kitty did every time he moan or groan. You always get wet dreams of Eren pinning you the bed and just bucking his hip against your. The man had you in all different type of position and places. In one wet dream, you rode him on the football field. In another dream, he fucking you while the teacher Levi is teaching a lesson.
Sadly these events can only happen in wet dream, it was a really bad idea to sleep with your roommate. Plus Eren was more than a sex symbol to you, he was just genius friend. He listen to your problem and engaged with you. Like your hotdog problem, why is it so hard to find a good hotdog for a good price? Eren agreed with you. He also secretly stroked himself off to your silly problem. He wondered if you would like to have his juicy meaty hotdog inside you.
Anyways everything was going normal until Eren received the worst news on his life. His grades gotten too low for him to play in the upcoming game. He needed at least a C in all his classes to play, but sadly he ended up getting a D in his Human Anatomy class. Lucky or unlucky for him, he have a proctor exam that is coming up to saved or killed his grade. He was about to panic untiled he remembered he the smartest person for a roomate.
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How do you think Jacob would react to black y/n getting hurt while being with Bella and the Cullens ?
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~ Ok so imma start this off by saying that Y/N and the Cullens have a great relationship. Meaning they would never put them in harm's way on purpose
~ With that being said, it was one of the many stormy days in Forks and the Cullens had invited you to play baseball
~ This was a common occurrence so Jacob thought nothing of it and didn't even protest
~ You were a pretty strong individual and found yourself able to keep up with the family of vampires
~ Today, however, you were a little off your game
~ Everything was all fine and dandy until it was your turn to bat and Alice was standing pitch
~ With the utmost confidence you stepped up to the plate and readied yourself as Alice threw the ball
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~ And...... everything goes black
~ Let's just say that instead of the ball colliding with the bat, it chose your face instead
~ Game Over 💀
~ When Jacob got the call from Edward saying that you were hurt, he dropped everything he was doing in a panic
~ His only thought was getting to you and making sure you were ok
~ Forget the motorcycle, Jacob full-on shifted and immediately made his way to you
~ You were already back at the Cullen residence with Carlisle checking you out when Jacob arrived
~ Besides a concussion and huge bruise on your forehead
~ You were fine 😃
~ However, in the eyes of Jacob, you were on the brink of death
~ It'll take you forever to calm him down and assure him that you are ok
~ At one point he even tried to blame Alice for the incident, but you weren't having that
~ Before he could say anything too out of hand, you gave him that one look that made him hush immediately
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~ Once Carlisle said you were ok to go home, Jacob was already bridal carrying you out the door
~ Even though you protested, this man was determined to carry you all the way to his house
~ When you two finally made it, he refused to let you get up from his couch
~ The rest of the day Jacob coddled you and never let you out of his sight. As if breathing wrong would somehow kill you
~ Oh boy 🙄
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quesims · 11 months
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JUST ANOTHER SIM I MADE WANTED TO TRY HAIR @antosims THANKS TO ALL THE AMAZING CC CREATORS :) 
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quesworldofsims · 10 months
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JUST ANOTHER SIM I MADE WANTED TO TRY HAIR @kikovanitysimmer THANKS TO ALL THE MARVELOUS WONDERFUL CC CREATORS :)
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kiera-mistral-fahey · 6 months
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When they say black women/people or any people of color can't rock color/pink.
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pleasuremehere · 19 days
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How Can Black People Safely Enter Kink Spaces?
As a Black female, I’ve had some interesting experiences in the BDSM/Kink spaces. My boyfriend and I have visited several swingers’ clubs over the past few years, but I just never felt super comfortable. Albeit it was a bit nerve-wracking to enter a space like this as a newbie, but something else was bothering me.
After visiting sex clubs in places like Atlanta, Nashville, and Las Vegas, I found there was a lack of diversity in these spaces — and that made me feel less confident in and worried about facing some form of discrimination or racism. While my boyfriend and I never faced oppression at these events, I wish we had done some research to find accommodating spaces for people like us.
by TANEIA SURLES
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harmonyverendez · 5 months
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So fun.
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inbloomaesthetics · 2 years
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Scorpio sun Virgo moon, Pisces rising (black female)
Requested by: @chelseazdiary
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historicalchildwriter · 2 months
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(This is just fanficion because I can't really write on Wattpad since I got banned from my school computer)
(This is also a black reader who does witchcraft and works as a historian, baker, and blacksmith)
When you were younger, you thought that the world was peaceful and welcoming to you when you grew older... you were wrong, you were so, so wrong.
Now: you live in the DSMP, working in a blacksmith, witchcraft, and alchemy in secret and disguised as a normal bakery and a place to get food.
You are good friends with Ranboo, Technoblade, Tubbo, Tommy, and Wilbur. You mostly give all five of them your 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 products in production. Which they have to say the magic word, Ogun. If they say it right or partially right (that goes to Tommy and Tubbo), you will give them what they need.
𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
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elgaberino-mcoc · 1 year
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v37.0 (November 2022 update) Release Notes, including Shuri, Attuma, and “Sea of Troubles” event.
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helloparkerrose · 1 year
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theinkdrinkingfemme · 11 months
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Chapter 7
Her college soon came into view. The parking lot was packed to capacity, with various makes and sizes of cars clamouring for space between the faltering white lines. The college’s wooden sliding doors opened and Viola found herself in the hallway, its cracked grainy floors suddenly more appealing than the influx of people standing on it. The atmosphere was solemn, everyone silent and grim-faced, the occasional one fraught with worry. Faces fit for a funeral service. Probably in response to Lannie, although she wasn’t dead, though.
Yet.
Banishing the dark thought, she surveyed her environment. The swing doors to the auditorium were wide open, its insides containing multiple lecturers and unfamiliar students setting up bunting, fold chairs and other things, an air of disquiet in its wake. She recognized her head lecturer, with his rumpled jean jacket and drooping Nietzsche-like moustache.  
Approaching the spacious, squeaky linoleum floor of the auditorium, she spotted the familiar head of blue-black hair, and skirted around the folded chairs towards him. 
Colin straightened, blinking profusely at Viola. A greeting.
“I need to talk to you.” Viola glanced about her at the amount of people who were potentially listening.
“In a few minutes, sure.” He gestured to a stack of folding chairs still unfolded and tucked 
neatly in the corner. “Still have to finish this off. That okay?”
She nodded in understanding, before swiftly backing out and sitting on the now-empty bench situated beside the doors. A display of the Erasmus+ places was suspended above the bench, protected with Plexiglas. On an average day, she would stare at the photos of smiling students and foreign places for ages, envisioning herself there, brave enough to have fun in majorly unfamiliar settings and new experiences.
“Said what happened to Harlan, huh?”
Viola looked to see Cora Verdon, an acquaintance slash occasional ally. Her red hair was significantly brighter than her naturally dark roots, and her spectacled face was staring intently at Viola.
“Yup.” Viola wasn’t interested in entertaining a conversation with her, her focus still on the Erasmus+ project.
“It does make sense though, having a little memorial for her..” Cora continued, brushing the coloured pixie cut from her face. “I mean, she was here in my class for a few. Then, nothing.”
Viola tore her eyes away and fixed them on Cora. Memorial? But most importantly…
“She used to be a student?” That would explain the vigil-like air to the auditorium. With Harlan being somewhat of an ex-student, the college would naturally feel obligated to have somewhat of a vigil for her. Or something.
“Yeah. You didn’t know?”
Viola shrugged, trying to keep her voice casual. “Never knew.” She really was a student?
Before she could process this information, Cora’s attention soon turned to a group of boys, who were casting furtive glances at the pair. “Hey, I gotta go. Talk soon?” Without waiting for a verbal response, she stalked off, Viola staring at her retreating figure.
Sitting on the bench, Viola felt like a ghost, invisible to staff and students alike who whizzed past, all preoccupied with their respective tasks and responsibilities. Her others lecturers nodded in greeting, but didn’t stop to exchange words.
Scrolling through her phone, she then saw the notification. 
“Of course. When would you like to meet?”
Viola’s brain scrambled. It was at the back of her mind. Now here it was, demanding an answer. Her heart thundered in her ribcage. Venturing into new territory. Actually speaking to a reporter. How would she respond? Will she be taken seriously, or will she be laughed off as a wannabe detective? Belittled? She took a deep breath.
No time like the present, she supposed. She scheduled a time, typed it, and shut off her phone, her leg bouncing with new nerves.
It was about 15 minutes later when Colin walked out of the auditorium, his breathing slightly laboured. As soon as he saw Viola, staring into space, he slid into the empty space beside her. He hesitated, before putting an arm around her. Her brows were scrunched up, a sign of her thoroughly thinking.
“What are you thinking?,” he asked lowly, careful not to dislodge her flow of attention.
So she did. She told him all her thoughts: her lack of immense emotions, seeing the body. She’d even forgotten about seeing the dead body, with all of her focus being on Harlan, going to her house, her fear of being interviewed, her day being ruined, texting the reporter. When she’d finally finished, the word that came to mind to describe her current state of mind was ‘frazzled.’ The acts of slowing her suspended thoughts, translating them into tangible words, before conveying them to Colin seemed monumental.
“Did you mention the dead body to anyone?”
Viola shook her head no.
He paused for a moment, his arm squeezing Viola firmly as he thought.
“What do you need?”
Did I hear that right? “I don’t understand. Are you gonna help?”
“Don’t get it too twisted. See, I’m not going to stop you from pursuing it. I know that you’ll pursue it, even if I tell you otherwise. Just remember the potential consequences. I can help from the side-lines, but if push turns to shove, I know nothing about it.”
As much as it disappointed her that he wouldn’t actively be involved with something so important to her, Viola agreed. So she told him her next moves: going to the police and covertly asking for information, meeting with the reporter.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, albeit a little hesitantly.
He fingered her navy blue overcoat. “Olivia Pope today, yeah?”, he said, changing the subject to one familiar.
Viola nodded again. A coping strategy she had in navigating her surroundings was embodying a fictional character, copying everything from their mannerisms to their outfit. The sassy yet intelligent Olivia Pope was chosen today, the only difference being that Viola’s coily Afro hair was packed into an updo, affectionately nicknamed ‘the pineapple’ by Colin.
“Good choice.” His gaze bored into hers as he said it, a sign that he was being genuine and not sarcastic.
Colin looked at his watch. “Harlan’s vigil will start soon. Wanna come?”
She nodded, and let Colin place a firm hand on her and steer her towards the now darkened auditorium.
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souliecrystalline · 1 year
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This is Emilia, she is part of Corina's team.  ------- Essa é a Emilia, ela é parte equipe da Corina. ----- Esa es Emilia ella es parte del equipo de Corina.
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quesims · 1 year
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JUST SOME SIMS I MADE THANKS TO ALL THE WONDERFUL CC CREATORS :)  LOVIN ON ADULT FEMALE SKIN BY @trillqueenn CAN’T WAIT TO FINISH GETTING MOD FOLDER CLEAR SO I CAN PUT ALL MY CC TOGETHER LOL.
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quesworldofsims · 10 months
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JUST ANOTHER SIM I MADE THANKS TO ALL THE AMAZING CC CREATORS :)
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𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐: MASTERLIST
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Pairing: Reaper!OC Crimsyn x Nephilim!OC Jaesyn
Trope: Frenemies, Friends to Best friends, Best friends to Lovers, Devine Paring, Prophesized Relationship, Monster au, College au, High School au flashbacks.
Summary: High school graduates Crimsyn and Jaesyn prepare to spend the next four years of college together when strange goings on start occurring on and off campus. Jaesyn keeps having nightmares of Hellfire and Crimsyn can't get her supposed dead mother's voice out of her head. Nothing a little investigation and summoning circles can't fix.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Each warning will be tagged at the top of each post. Parental abandonment, mentions of devil worship, infertility, self-harm, manipulation, physical + mental abuse, body shaming, body dysmorphia, bullying, detailed blood + gore, body horror, mentions of depression/anxiety/suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, absence of parents, character deaths (Major + Minor).
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Status: ongoing
Taglist: OPEN! COME ONE COME ALL!
Updates: Every 4 weeks
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Chapter 1 - Lavender Power Lines
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