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fflowerbean · 2 years

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⋆ ࣪.✦ Ꮑ𝗘𝗪 𝗣Ꭷ𝗦𝗧 ꒷ ⋆ ָ࣪ ۰ 𝗖𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝗢N 𝗠𝖤 ⋆ ࣪ -

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#icons #aesthetic #pack #miaxsht #random girls #instagram girls #random girls icons #random girls packs #random #gif #avani gregg packs #avani gregg icons #avani gregg #addison icons #addison packs #addison rae

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servegrilledcheese · 8 months

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other sim-blogs to do the same 💕

my 7k follower sim drop. possibly the best group of sims i've ever made, ever. also sad to say that it's probably all downhill from here.

avani's boutique, which essentially serves as a time capsule for every outfit avani has ever worn during the morganite generation.

my cc-free all-occult sim drop. my second-best sim drop ever imo. idk what altered my brain chemistry in 2022 that made me produce two of the best sim drops in my entire simblr career but i desperately want it back.

romeo monty and juliette cap as leonardo dicaprio and claire danes as romeo montague and juliet capulet. i remember this being a manic caffeine-induced hallucination that manifested into a cas session that manifested into this edit.

this fukcing guy

araújo cousins family portrait. i love how i framed the shot and i love the combination of poses that i used. they blend together so seamlessly that you can't even notice that they're two entirely different pose packs.

avani araújo's pink and white wedding. i replayed this entire goddamned wedding ten times just to make sure everyone acts right and also to get multiple shots. an incredibly draining experience but ultimately made gorgina screenshots.

#ask #simblr #thanks a lot this was v nostalgic and narcissism-enabling :')

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killersfool · 7 months

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Guitar Lessons | JOSH JENKINSON

It's late on a Saturday afternoon and I've just finished recording my violin part for Inhaler's new song. I'm sprawled across the sofa. Both of my legs are hooked over the arm rest and my head is crushed against an assortment of different pillows. Eli and Ryan have left as it's getting pretty late. Rob is packing up his things at the opposite end of the room.

"This sounds grand, Avani." Josh has been listening through the final take. He's tapping his ringed fingers along to the tune, dreads shifting with each bop of his head.

"Thank you." I play around with the bow of my violin. I thank it for actually working with me today. I've been so nervous lately whilst helping them with the album. Josh had called me a few weeks ago, remembered me from our music class as the only violinist. I was so glad to hear from him again. I'd always looked up to him as a brilliant musician.

Rob zips up his bad, slings it over his shoulder then gives us a wave. He seems to be in a rush. Normally, he has a smoke before he leaves but now I can hear the echoes of his fast footsteps speeding down the corridor.

"It's getting late, isn't it?" I remark, checking my watch. It's just gone 11pm. Josh has been walking me home after each session. We're usually the last people left here. I can't really be bothered to move anyway. It's nice to hear Josh picking notes on his guitar. I can only see the back of his head from here, the muscles in his arms flexing as he plays.

"I've just got to finish these parts then the song is done. Thank God. I didn't think we'd ever finish." Josh continues playing around on his guitar. He's testing out ideas. He hums every now and then, searching for some kind of melody. I find it incredible how easily everything comes to him. He's flicking guitar pedals on, turning up the speakers.

"I don't know how you do it," I admit.

He swivels around on the chair. He's smiling. "What?"

"Guitar confuses me a lot."

"It's not too bad."

I scoff. "Right."

"No, honestly. Do you want me to show you something?"

"Sure?"

I almost jump when he plonks himself beside me. He pulls the guitar strap over his head, places the guitar gently on my lap. I awkwardly grab onto the instrument. He laughs to himself at the sight. He grabs the neck of the guitar, positions it so that it's not about to wack my face. He then grabs onto one of my wrists, brings his hand up to the first few frets. His fingers are cold and his grip is so very careful. I take a look at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, he's completely concentrated of the placement of my hands.

"Okay.. now..." He's whispering under his breath. I love the warmth of his voice. I've learnt to enjoy the tone of it. Each time he speaks, I'm drawn to the sound.

He begins pulling my fingers around and presses them down on the strings. I just let him work his magic. He's wearing a black shirt. The top two buttons are undone. It's a nice sight. His boots are clacking upon the ground. He's breathing softly. It's so very quiet in the room.

"Here. That's a C." He motions down to my other hand to strum the chord. I do it. One note at a time until it creates the entire chord. He proudly smiles.

"You should properly give lessons." I play the chord over and over again. It feels nice to know I can actually do something on the guitar.

He shakes his head, kicks his legs up on the other armrest, his boots just beside my head. "I'd be shite."

"No, you wouldn't. I'd pay for lessons."

"Oh, yeah?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Mhm..." I hold the guitar up. "Show me something else."

I suddenly realise just how silent the room is when we're both looking at eachother. He's planning—I can tell by that glint of wonder in those soft brown eyes. He fiddles with his bracelet. His eyes are gliding across my frame. I don't think he's really looking at me. He's zoned out, lost in his thoughts. He kicks his boots next to eachother beside my head. I'm still strumming the C chord. I'm sure it's annoying him. It's annoying me, to be fair.

He then, out of absolutely nowhere, grabs me by the waist. The touch is unfamiliar and I almost squirm at the randomness of it. He somehow picks me up and drops me flat down on his lap. I'm now sat on top of him, guitar still on my legs, his hands resting on my waist. I want to say a word, ask him what he's doing but my mouth doesn't want to work with me. Instead, I keep silent and let him do whatever he's doing.

He leans forwards slightly. My back presses against his chest. He then puts his head over my shoulder. He smells like bloody heaven. Cinammon and digestives. I'd brought a whole pack of chocolate digestives to lighten the mood, he enjoyed them a bit too much. He's also extremely warm. I've been pretty cold in this room and his warm chest makes me forget I'd ever been cold at all. He's never been this close to me. I always thought he was too shy to even come near me. This is different.

"Here, take this." He passes me a dark blue guitar pick. I take it in my hand. The sudden words leaving his mouth fall so very close to my ear. He then notices me shifting around. "Is this alright? I'm sorry." He's always been one to apologise about everything.

"No, Josh, it's fine," I reply. I'm smiling to myself. He holds the neck of the guitar then moves my right hand down. He positions it in a manner so that he can move it around to pluck the notes. His hands are a lot colder than his chest, that's for sure. He's breathing more now and I can feel each exhale land onto the back of my neck.

"You okay?" I ask. He's still trying to fix my hand into the right position. I turn slightly so that I can actually see his face. His cheeks are a whole lot pinker than they'd been before.

"Yeah.. yeah.." He pauses his motions to look at me. He smiles. He has the sweetest smile. "You're so beautiful, Avani."

I turn away from him now realising just how interesting the wall can be. There's something about the way he said those words. So low, so honest. He has a vice grip over my heart. I manage to reply a quiet, "Thanks."

He starts to play the It Won't Always Be Like This solo using me as his pick. It really isn't going as he planned. It's a complete mess. By the end of it, we're both laughing like crazy. He's resting his head on my back as he laughs, his hair is rolling along my shirt. I place the guitar on the ground and lean against his chest and close my eyes. He wraps his arms around me as if this is a normal thing. If anyone saw us together like this, they definitely wouldn't think we're just friends.

"That was terrible," I say, trying to fill the silence. He tightens his grip. His arms are against my stomach, his cheek now against mine. "Should we go home?"

He seems to ponder the question. "In a bit. Can we just...?" He pulls me even closer until my entire body is against his. I curl into him like I'm a dog nesting in its bed.

I guess recently I've been trying to force myself to not look at him for too long or act in any way suspicious. Maybe my talent crush on him has evolved into something more. Especially now, head on his chest, heartbeats thumping in my ears. He plays around with my hair, seemingly marvelling at the softness with each touch.

"D'you want to go out for coffee someday?" The sudden confidence of his words makes me lurch up to face him. He's nervously biting down on his lip, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, if you want. Like, I'm not forcing you to or anything—"

"I'd love to." I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek to interrupt his trail of thoughts. He blushes.

#josh jenkinson #inhaler imagines #inhaler oneshots #inhaler band #fanfic #fanfiction #elijah hewson #robert keating #bobby skeetz #ryan mcmahon

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toxiclizardwrites · 5 months

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WIP - Love and Rage

The full second chapter of my OC x Delgado story is ready for release! This story has been fun to write, and I'm just as excited to see how it unfolds as you are.

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, attempted r*pe (it's not that bad, I promise), swearing Tagging: @bearlytolerant @avani-telvanni @atonalginger @eridanidreams @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @aro-pancake ------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 2: Tension on The Key

Toxic headed through Reckoner’s core on the way to the Rook bunks, but she was stopped by Naeva. “Hey Rook, where are you headed?”

“To go to sleep,” Toxic replied flatly.

“You look like shit. Something happen on Suvorov?”

“No. Nothing. Well, we found something about the Legacy but Del has the details.”

Naeva nodded, and pulled out a knife and started playfully flipping it around. She spun it in her fingers so the tip was pointed towards Toxic’s body.

On edge and tired, Toxic instinctively jumped back. “Wow, a bit jumpy, are we?” Naeva teased. “Yeah a bit,” Toxic responded flatly, just wanting to get to bed. Naeva looked at Toxic thoughtfully, like she was trying to make a decision. “You know what? Fuck it. You need a drink. Follow me.” She said, and gave Toxic a hard shove in the direction of the Last Nova. But Toxic hesitated. “Naeva, I'm—”

“Nope, we’re going” she said before Toxic could finish. Sensing that she didn't have a choice in the matter, Toxic sighed heavily and followed Naeva’s steps to the bar on the other end of Reckoner’s core.

Entering The Last Nova was like wandering into the arms of an ex that's bad for you, but in the best way. The smell of cigarettes and stale booze accented the old earth-style American diner decor. The place was especially packed tonight. Toxic and Naeva passed pirates that were arm wrestling, fighting, or grinding on each other on the dance floor. Toxic paid close attention to their faces, but nobody so much as glanced in their direction unless they were looking at Naeva. She didn't command the same level of respect as Delgado, but her presence also didn't go unnoticed.

The pair made their way to the bar, where Bog nodded, his eyes moving from Naeva to Toxic thoughtfully. “What’ll it be, ladies,” he asked while wiping down the counter. Naeva ordered two pints of bog’s grog and pushed one towards Toxic, who was sitting with her head resting in her hand.

“Drink up, Rook,” she said with a grin, and Toxic begrudgingly picked up the pint to take a swig. The alcohol was strong, and had an earthy taste mixed with paint thinner. Toxic’s face contorted a bit at the mix, even though she tried to suppress it.

Naeva laughed. “Your first time having an adult drink, whittle baby?” She chided.

Toxic forced a smile. “It's kind of fucking gross, you have to admit”

“Oh, you're not wrong, Rook—”

Their banter was interrupted by a loud, very drunk voice.

“Well, well well, what do we have here?” Mathis said with a slight slur in his voice.

Toxic rubbed her hands over her face in protest of Mathis’ presence, not bothering to turn to face him. This is where it happens, she thought. This is where he tells everyone what happened on Suvorov. She expected it, of course, but not so soon. She wasn't mentally prepared. But then again, could she ever be? Her mind was racing, but she tried to act like she didn't care by burying her face into her pint.

A hand on her shoulder and the smell of alcohol-laden breath interrupted her. “Hey everyone,” Mathis shouted.

Toxic grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his shirt. “Don’t” she said, her voice seething with anger.

Naeva didn't say anything but instead leaned back to watch the show unfold. She wasn't going to be an ally in this situation.

Mathis ignored Toxic’s plea, and shouted once again, trying to get the full attention of the pirates. More faces turned to look at him, but most rolled their eyes and continued doing whatever they were doing.

Mathis grabbed Toxic’s arm and pulled her off her chair so that she was standing.

“Get the fuck off me, Mathis!” She yelled, pushing him hard. In his drunken state, he stumbled and fell over, drawing laughs from the crowd, Naeva included.

In anger, he quickly got himself back up and tried to grab Toxic again, but she punched him in the face before he could regain his footing. This move pissed Mathis off so much that he resorted to drawing a knife from his belt and swiping it in Toxic’s direction. The first swipe was easy enough to dodge, but the second one grazed Toxic’s cheek, causing a small line of Crimson drops to form that trickled down her skin.

“Ok, that’s enough!” Naeva shouted, grabbing Mathis’ arm and securing the knife. “This is my Rook, Mathis, back the fuck off,” she said through clenched teeth.

“No, no,” Mathis laughed, pointing at Toxic, “This one is Delgado’s.” He made a hollow fist with one hand and started moving one finger in and out of the hole with the other hand.

Toxic could feel her face flush, but she tried to ignore it. Catching the gesture, Naeva turned to look at Toxic, her eyebrows raised, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she picked up Mathis by the collar and dragged him out of the bar, pushing him so that he fell face-first on the floor of Reckoner’s core.

Taking this opportunity to leave, Toxic downed the last of her drink and quickly made her way to the exit, hoping that Naeva wasn't there. But she was, leaned up against the wall next to the door, as if she was waiting. Choosing to ignore her, Toxic opened the door, but Naeva caught it with her hand.

“What was Mathis talking about, Rook?” She asked quizzically.

“Nothing. I have no idea,” Toxic said hurriedly.

But Naeva wasn't letting go.

“Can I just fucking go please?” Toxic asked, half angry, half pleading.

Naeva gave her a look like she wanted to know more, but Mathis had risen from the floor and was now trying to get back to the bar, which distracted her.

“You're done for tonight, Mathis, go to your bunk,” she yelled at him as she threw open the door.

Toxic used this opportunity to slip past Naeva and head toward the bunks. About halfway down the hallway she stopped and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and taking in what just happened. She was tired, sweaty, and was still wearing the jumpsuit that she got on Suvorov. “I should probably shower,” she said to nobody in particular, and headed for her locker. A towel and a change of clothes in hand, she headed for one of the bathrooms just down the hallway from the bunks. The tiled floor and standup shower was all too reminiscent of the showers on Suvorov, and it caused her breath to hitch in her throat as memories of her and Delgado flooded into her mind. It all seemed to happen so fast, the interrogation, the sex, it was almost like a movie. She shoved the thoughts down in her mind and turned on the shower. The hot water was a welcome change, and she almost moaned as it warmed her skin.

After taking entirely too long showering, Toxic quickly towel-dried her hair and threw on the clothes she brought, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, and started walking back to her bunk. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw movment, like a shadow cast on the wall by light. But when she looked she didn't see anything. After a few more steps, there was a sudden noise, and then hands grabbing her waist.

“What the fuck?” Toxic yelled in surprise, and the person answered.

“There you are, you little slut,” Mathis said, sounding a bit more sober now.

“Mathis, get the fuck off of me,” Toxic demanded, grabbing his hands and throwing them off her body.

“So just because I'm not The Leader of the Crimson Fleet you won't fuck me?” He said angrily. “I’m twice the man Delgado is!”

Toxic raised her hands with palms out in an effort to pacify Mathis while she backed away from him. He might not be slurring his words anymore, but he was still very drunk.

“Look Mathis, I—”

But his hands were on her again, his tight grip on her shoulders.

“No, Mathis, stop, you don't want to do this, you're drunk,”

But he was bigger than her, stronger. She was surprised at how tightly he grasped her shoulders.

“Come on baby, how will you know you won't like it unless you try?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Toxic shouted, trying to break free from his grip. “I'm not going to ask you again!”

Mathis backed away, and seemed like he was going to finally give up. Toxic breathed a sigh of relief. “Just…just go to bed, Mathis”

But Mathis wasn't done. He suddenly lunged at Toxic, throwing her to the floor and pinning her under his weight. He used his forearm to pin her down by the neck, choking her. She tried to scream, but only a small noise escaped her lips. Thankfully, the struggle between them was loud enough, because some lights flickered on. Mathis didn't stop though, and started tearing at her shirt, trying to lift it over her head with his free hand. But in his drunken state, he was having trouble. This gave Toxic the leverage she needed to free one of her arms. But just as she tried to push him away, Mathis was aggressively pulled off of her.

Toxic pulled her shirt back down over her chest and blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden influx of light to see who was responsible for saving her.

Familiar amber eyes met hers. It was Delgado, and he did not look happy. He immediately turned around and grabbed Mathis, who was still on the floor, and held a pistol to his head.

“I told you what would happen if you touched her again” he said angrily, and pulled the trigger.

Mathis’ lifeless body twitched and blood poured out of his head, forming a puddle of red on the floor.

Toxic gasped and hurried to her feet, eyes shifting from Mathis to Delgado.

“He had it coming” Delgado said simply.

The commotion drew a sizeable crowd, including Naeva, who immediately took action.

“What are all of you standing around here for? You,” she pointed at a couple of random pirates, “Take him and throw him out of the airlock. And someone grab a mop and bucket!” She ordered.

Toxic was frozen in place. A part of her felt responsible for what happened. Almost guilt. But then a hand landed on her shoulder. She flinched, but then realized it was Delgado, and her posture softened.

“Why don't you come with me,” he said, placing his other hand on Toxic’s shoulder and slowly guiding her away from the scene.

They walked away from the bunks and into the elevator that led to the operations center. Then up the stairs to Delgado’s private lounge. The area was open, with a navigation table on one side of the room and a set of leather couches sitting a few steps down in a den area. Delgado walked over to one of the couches and sat down, motioning for Toxic to sit next to him. She did, and he leaned back a bit to take off his leather jacket, revealing a tight-fitting black t-shirt. He roughly folded the jacket and placed it on the table in front of them.

“I did what I had to do” he said, as if he had to justify his actions in any way to Toxic.

“No, I…I get it, he…he crossed a line”

“Are you Ok, though?”

The question came as a surprise to Toxic. Did he really care if she was ok? She hesitated a moment before answering.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.”

Delgado nodded slowly. “Good.” He said, getting up to grab some whisky off the counter. “Want some?”

“Yes”

With two glasses in hand, Delgado returned to the couch and handed one to Toxic. She gulped it down almost immediately.

“oh, ok then, how about another?” Delgado asked, his lips curling into a small grin.

“Sure”

He got up and refilled her glass, and handed it to her again. This time Toxic took a regular sip and placed the drink on the table.

Delgado sat back down with his legs spread so his knee touched hers. Then he put his hand over the back of the couch across her shoulders and took a big gulp of whisky. Toxic couldn't help but admire his body. Broad shoulders and muscular arms. She remembered what his chest looked like on Suvorov, wet and marked with a few hairs and scars. She thought about how she wanted to trace her fingers along them, how she wanted to feel his skin against her, his hands grabbing her hips and the feeling of him exploring her body. Even with what just happened, these thoughts sent ripples of pleasure through her, and she realized she was just where she wanted to be.

Delgado moved his outstretched arm slightly so his fingers grazed her shoulders. The light touches caused Toxic’s heartbeat to quicken. She looked at him, and there was a hunger, a desire forming in his eyes. He was the Leader of the Crimson Fleet and could probably have any woman he wanted, but in this moment he wanted her.

But this time, Toxic wanted to make the first move. She downed the last of her glass of whisky in one shot, stood up, and faced Delgado. His eyes met hers and she could tell he was a bit confused as to what she was doing. She smiled and positioned herself on his lap with her legs spread on either side of him, so her chest was eye level with those amber eyes.

Delgado looked surprised for a second, but then a grin formed on his face. Toxic leaned forward, took his face in her hands, and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting the lingering whiskey. He responded by kissing her back, moving his upper body forward so her center was positioned perfectly on top of him, and putting his arms around her. His rough hands moved hungrily along her back and down to her ass as he pressed himself into her. Toxic could feel his erection through his pants, getting harder as she moved her hips more into him. He whispered something in Spanish and then moved his hands up her back, hooking the fabric of her shirt in his fingers. Quickened breaths escaped his mouth as he felt her bare skin and moved his hands toward the back of her bra. He unhooked it easily and removed it from her body, tossing it and her shirt to the floor. He took a moment to catch his breath and admire her bare breasts, then leaned forward and started aggressively kissing them, sucking the skin and giving her gentle but possessive bites. His hands continued to explore her body, moving up and down along her back and over her breasts as if he wanted to feel as much of her as possible, taking his time. His hands ended up on her hips and he guided her over himself while she leaned into every movement. Toxic moaned and could feel her body melt more and more into him, every touch building on the pleasure she felt.

Delgado’s hips seemed to move instinctively into hers, grinding against her center. He moaned with pleasure, and then, with his hands still on her hips, he moved her back slightly.

“Stand up” he said breathlessly.

She did, and then he stood up as well. Toxic could see his throbbing erection through his pants. He stood in front of her, his neck at the perfect height for her to kiss and rake her teeth over. She reached up to trace the scar over his eye. He moved her back a bit and reached down, grabbing the top of her pants and underwear and pulling them below her ass. He swore under his breath at the slight of the inside of her underwear, which was soaked.

“You're so wet for me,” he said appreciatively, sliding a hand in between her legs. Toxic let out a gasp when he slipped two fingers into her, pumping them rhythmically as she moved her hands away from his face and explored his chest. She lifted his shirt, and he pulled it up and over his head in one motion, throwing it behind him. She traced his scars, wrapped her fingers in his chest hair, and put her mouth on his nipples. The pressure in her body was building and building from the stimulation, until she reached a point of no return. Clutching his chest in ecstasy and pressing her body into his, she felt her muscles tighten and release as her slick spilled out of her.

“Fuck me” she demanded, perhaps a little too assertively.

Delgado chuckled and said something in Spanish. Then in English he commanded, “get on the table”

Toxic immediately obliged, leaning backward on the table, which accidentally activated some touch screen controls on the screen below her.

Delgado reached down and undid the button of his pants, letting them and his underwear fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and stroked his cock in anticipation, then grabbed it and teased his tip at her entrance, which caused Toxic’s hips to thrust forward involuntarily. Delgado’s entire length plunged inside of her, much to his surprise and pleasure. He removed himself from her and thrusted again, eliciting moans from the both of them. He continued to fuck her hard until he could feel the buildup of pleasure in his body release, emptying his entire load inside of her.

Breathless and spent, Delgado gave her a few more kisses on the neck before slowly removing his wet cock from her body. Then he grabbed Toxic and lowered her off the table. Toxic stumbled a bit at first but he caught her before she fell.

He grabbed his pants and quickly threw them on, leaving the zipper and top button undone. “We should both get some sleep,” he said, handing Toxic her clothes. She quickly dressed and started towards the door, then hesitated.

“Delgado?”

But he had already disappeared into his room, closing the door.

Toxic slipped out of the lounge and made her way back to the bunks, not even noticing Naeva leaving against the wall outside with her arms crossed.

………

Delgado sat at the edge of his bed, fiddling with a lighter, watching the flame spark to life and then go out as he flipped the lid closed. He was lost in thought.

How could he fall so hard for this Rook, this traitor? The word rang in his mind.

Traitor.

She joined the Fleet because of Sysdef, but swore she wasn't their pawn. How could he be so sure? Why did he believe her when she said she would be loyal to him? Especially with little evidence to support it?

He lit and closed the lighter one more time before tossing it across the room in frustration. He’d never felt like this about anyone before. He used sex to interrogate her on Suvorov because he was excellent at reading people, and she wore her lust for him on her sleeve. But him? He was used to pushing his feelings down, locking them in a box in his mind to eventually rot away and disappear. But what happened on Suvorov was more than an interrogation, more than just sex. What happened tonight was more than just sex.

He pushed the feelings that were building in his brain down into that box, trying to lock them away. But every time he opened that box to add more to it, something would spill out. There is only so much a man can hide until he’s forced to face facts.

He needed a distraction. The Legacy. It was a topic he thought of almost constantly.

But another thought popped into his head, this time an epiphany: If this Rook could bring those credits to him, it would not only prove her loyalty, but it would bring the Fleet to a level that he only dreamed about. Then he wouldn't have to hide anymore. But he'd have to be strategic about each step, carefully planning his moves like pieces on a chessboard. It also meant that he had to trust this Rook, at least to a certain degree. But her connection with Sysdef could also be an advantage, although it would be a huge risk as well…

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He stood up immediately and zipped up his pants and fastened the button, but didn't bother grabbing a shirt.

“Who the fuck is bothering me at this hour?” He growled.

“It's Naeva”

Thinking something serious must have happened, he opened the door.

Standing there shirtless and with messy hair, he met Naeva’s eyes.

“What’s happening?” He said, annoyed.

Naeva hesitated for a moment, noticing the state of him, but then immediately got to the point.

“Do you know how fucking dangerous it is, what you're doing?” She said angrily.

Confused, Delgado threw up his hands and allowed them to fall to his side. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh you know what I'm talking about. You think I don't know what's going on? You’re fucking that Rook.”

Delgado shifted his weight slightly but didn't take his eyes of Naeva.

“So what? I fuck lots of women” he said flatly.

“But never Rooks”

“It's no different”

“No, no, this is different, Delgado. This Rook. You killed Mathis for her.”

Delgado suddenly flew into a rage.

“Who the fuck cares, he was an annoying asshole. One of the most useless recruits we’ve had in the last while.” He paused for a second, as if he left out an important detail. “Plus, he tried to rape her! It's my job to protect members of the Fleet!”

Naeva laughed. “Protect? How many sorry fuckers have died during your little initiations on Suvorov? Died going out on missions? Hell, got shot to death by another pirate here on The Key?” she challenged. “How were you protecting them?”

“Those situations are different,” Delgado responded, turning away from her.

“Look Delgado. I told you I’d follow you and I stand by that” she said with a hint of concern in her voice.

“But you better be sure about this Rook. Because this shit is going to spread around The Key sooner or later, and you’re going to have a hell of a time dealing with it.”

Delgado started pacing with anger. “I am sure” he said through clenched teeth. “And anyone who has a problem can speak with me personally.”

“I'm holding you to that, Delgado” Naeva said seriously. “You better know what you're doing.”

She slammed his door shut, leaving him there to collapse, exhausted, on his bed.

You better know what you're doing.

The words repeated over and over again in his mind until sleep finally overtook him.

#starfield #crimson fleet #starfield fanfiction #starfield oc #Delgado x OC #toxiclizardwrites

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msm-tsotmw · 11 months

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(Toorie, Mondo, Flitz, Awdajeeo, Avani and Edin are all enjoying some tea together. also hi @paidexp :3)

So , We Were Out In The Ocean , In The Middle Of A Storm , And-

GUYS.

Oh ! Sprigg ! What Are You-

Toorie. Mondo. Flitz. Awdajeeo. You’re all coming with me.

huh

Wait, Wha?? But We Just-

Just… just come. Mauna needs us for something.

..o-kayyy??? Awdajeeo, you coming with?

um.

(Awdajeeo glances at Avani, then looks up at Edin.)

uh, edin, can you and the others watch avani for me? i have to go somewhere.

Och, Okay! Hey, Where Are You-

(Awdajeeo and the others have left.)

…Hey, Where’d Everyone Go?

Och, Hey, Avani! Whit Are Ye Doing Here?

barkbark!

..Huh?

~~~~~

so we have to leave the island NOW?!

Yes, now. There’s something CLEARLY wrong if an Island loses the element that it mainly houses.

(Toorie looks disturbed.)

…Toorie?

CRYSTA AND RITIKA ! ARE THEY OKAY ?!?

Well , hopefully-

WE HAVE TO GO THERE ! NOW !!

toors calm down

MY SISTERS ARE PROBABLY IN DANGER , MONDO !

HOW THE FUCK DO I CALM DOWN ?!?

(Toorie, unlike her usual self, is hyperventilating and panicking.)

…did she just swear?

..Yeah.

i thought it was against swearing??

Well, not anymore, apparently.

okay.

wait, do any of you guys have a piece of paper and a pen?

…Uh, yeah.

(Sprigg hands a page from their notepad and a pencil to Awdajeeo.)

good, because i was going to write something for the residents once i leave.

Well, better get on with it quick.

(Awdajeeo scrambles to write something on the paper, then folds it and leaves it on a rock.)

so uh

do we go now

Yes . Awdajeeo , you do not really need to pack anything . Flitz is getting your things for you . Right , Flitz ?

(In the blink of an eye, Flitz zips somewhere and comes back in less than 5 seconds with a backpack full of Awdajeeo’s stuff, excluding Avani.)

mhm!

Alright , let us get back to the boat , then . Mondo , can you carry Toorie ?

(Toorie is curled up on the ground in fetal position, shaking.)

uhhhhhhh

Flitz , you carry Sprigg . And not by their leafstalk .

got it, mauna!

Awdajeeo , you can just fly until you see what looks like a small sailboat . I will follow all of you .

(She must really care about Light Island, huh.)

Okay. See you at the Spurrit of Adventure, Mauna.

~~~~~~~~~~~

well uh

guess Mauna’s not the only one concerned about a certain resident (or two) of Light Island-

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

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small-pleasures · 5 months

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List of potential victims from most likely to least likely (in my opinion)

Nish - He's the most obvious, which also sort of makes him the least likely I guess but I want him gone so he's at the top of my list 🤷 I can see Suki and Stacey finding out that he did something to Eve, assuming he murdered her and reacting accordingly. Also with Rocky and and covering for Ravi as regards to Ranveer, Kathy and Denise have enough reason to hate him. Maybe not kill him, but certainly help cover up the murder (if that's where this is going)

Ravi - controversial opinion but I actually kinda like Ravi? Yes his behaviour with Denise was hella dodge but I think he makes a really good 'villain with a heart'? Just me? Okay. But yes he is obviously high on the list because of his connection to at least half of the 6, but the introduction of Avani and Priya seems like weird timing to kill him off. I would also love to see him in the aftermath of Nish's murder.

Dean - he's middle of the pack because, while all of the 6 have reason to hate him, his connection is strongest to Linda who, just in my viewing of it, seems to just walk in and isn't necessarily an active player in the murder. Also bringing back a villain to kill him off immediately is boring af 🤷

Keanu - honestly kind of want it to be him just so I never have to see that block of wood try to act again. It would also leave Bernie as the only Taylor left standing so they might actually give her and decent storyline🤞The backlash from Albies 'kidnapping' could play into this but the 6 seem like a random cast to include in his death

Phil - If Steve McFadden was leaving, this year of eastenders would have been The Phil Show™, all guns blazin'. Okay he has been on screen a lot but not really front and centre. And with the whole ONS with Emma and Albies paternity, that's way too many loose ends imo. But Sharon could also be lying about the victim being dead 🤷

Rocky - meh? Doesn't really make sense for his death to be so dramatic and I can't see it leading on to anything else big so?? Also the actor leaving was announced months ago so it's unlikely if they were trying so hard to keep the victim's identity a secret

Jack - literally the only reason they started the whole Stacey and Jack thing was to have another potential victim. Yawn. Nobody wants this. Please stop.

I could also see them playing a wild card and killing Theo? I think he's the only other male cast member outside of those mentioned that would make sense

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giulia04sblog · 2 years

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fflowerbean · 2 years

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hcneymoonsavenue · 9 months

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myentertainmenthub · 3 months

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servegrilledcheese · 1 year

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luna’s high school years! - an araújo legacy spin-off

HI YES after postponing and restarting this gameplay for literal months, welcome to me and to luna’s high school years - a chill, laid-back, no rules gameplay. think of it as a prologue to the quartz generation. like i said, super chill, no following strict challenge rules; my only goal is to complete one of the teen aspirations and fully experience the high school years pack before luna ages up and we begin her generation!

if you need a lil refresher, luna araújo is the youngest heir in my araújo legacy and avani araújo’s only daughter. she is the quartz heir (generation 4) of the not so berry challenge that i am currently playing.

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