the south node ☋ in the natal chart - natural talents
this point in your chart shows where your soul came from, your past life, what you already know. however, because it is so comfortable and familiar, it may become a blind spot. i've noticed this can show somebody's natural born gift - a talent or skill that doesn't need nurturing, because it already resides within. and at the same time, it's also a great weakness. the native either sees this gift as pointless, not good enough or they hide it from the public. in my opinion, utilizing this gift can bridge the gap towards your north node, your destiny - because it is something that is so easy for you, so innate. but it requires sacrifices and deep introspection.
personal observations, only using examples i've seen play out in real life
i'll use mine as an example first:
south node conjunct descendant (7th house) and mercury in scorpio --->
the 7th house is the furthest from the 1st house - i have trouble speaking up for myself, or at all, and have been selectively mute for most of my life. i also started speaking later than other children and had to go to a speech therapist. however, everything i've thought about and wished well for other people has come true - i am great at manifesting things for others. i can be persuasive and good at winning arguments (if i don't let my fire moon get to me first that is). i've never enjoyed writing - being bilingual it makes my head feel like it's being pulled in two different directions. but i need it to be able to regulate my feelings, esp poetry and creative writing - which is funnily the only thing I was praised for during my school years, even if I hated my own work.
other examples:
south node in gemini/3rd house:
these individuals are so fun to be around. they easily form lifelong friendships, especially from childhood. this could be because a lot of the time they are only children. they may have felt alone in their own family. also, they are able to connect to strangers as if they are close friends. just like the 11th/aquarius i see these people often making very good connections too. however, these individuals are likely to make connections through hobbies. for example, to local artists, singers, to smaller organisations, to very influential people that can take them to higher places. very good social skills. however, these people may feel misunderstood earlier in life - especially high school. they may have been victims to gossip and disapproval. they may feel they are meant for something more than what is promised for them. they may get along better with people older, more experienced than them, like family members or parental figures. these people become teachers to them - or vice versa (they become close to their own teachers, i'm talking platonically here!!!!! oki)
south node in the 5th house/leo:
i feel like these are the types to think self expression is cringey lmao. they may shy away from showing their emotions through art and being in the spotlight. they may try to uplift others rather than themselves. however, they usually have a great hidden gift for the arts. sometimes it's an art form they don't even try till later in their lives, because they feared self expression and being openly vulnerable. however, these people greatly appreciate consuming art and may even be good critics. but it is important for them to create and much as they consume. once again, whichever sign it is in or planet it is connected to says a lot about what type of art. for example, 5th house in libra - decorating, fashion design, or makeup. in scorpio it can be connected to the occult (witchcraft), pottery, sculpting, writing, understanding symbolism in art.
south node in virgo/6th house:
these people may dislike living a mundane, boring life. they may try to get out of doing repetitive tasks and chores. they may suffer from a chronic illness. these people may feel some sort of guilt or shame that eats away at them. they are very good at making others feel good, servicing them, gifting personalized gifts. they know exactly the right questions to ask and how to make someone feel special. they may have a tendency to over give their time and energy. however, they may dislike conversing about everyday life and feelings. they may be dismissive of other people's struggles, sometimes it bores them, sometimes they would rather see the bigger picture. however, they can be very good at healing others. they make very good parents, older siblings and friends. they bring comfort and hope to those closest to them.
south node in libra/7th house:
these people bring harmony and peace wherever they go. they are able to resolve conflicts not only in their own life, but especially in other people's. this may be why people often come to them for advice. they may also have a natural charm/likeable quality that they do not see themselves. they may fit the beauty standard exactly and STILL not be satisfied. i also see a lot of the time, these people silence their own opinions for the sake of pleasing others. they may have very unpopular opinions but they fear sharing them. their morals cannn get a little questionable sometimes, but in the end they always make a decision for the higher good. they may be individualistic with their thoughts but they fear being selfish and insensitive.
south node in scorpio/8th house:
these people may have a tendency to lie or hide things from other people. this may stem from wanting to be accepted or sometimes even living a different life in private. these people have a skill at pretending. it may not always last long though and could backfire. their talents are connected to being vulnerable, authentic but still keeping their private matters private. people may use their secrets against them. however, these individuals are easily able to transform other people and their lives. they have a huge impact in their one-on-one relationships. they are like an ancient open book - full of symbols and untranslatable phrases. people can become obsessively interested and curious. they are also very good problem solvers, engineers, thinkers and researchers. they have the potential to use their intelligence along with their mystifying nature to invent something new.
south node in capricorn/10th house:
these people may have had a bad relationship with their father. they saw their own father as someone weak and broken. they may be slow to admit the similarities they share with him. a lot of these people try their best to hide their sadness and weaknesses - it makes them feel almost pathetic. they may have difficulty nurturing themselves or others. they may be seen as over controlling. however, they are very good at business and climbing social ladders. they are able to charm themselves out of any situation. even if they are cold and have a dry sense of humour, people instinctively trust their judgement. the public may have a very good view of this person, no matter what they are like in private. it's like their public persona is protected.
south node in aquarius/11th house:
these are the type of people that are able to control a whole room just by their emotions. they can be the class clowns, leaders or catalysts for change. they may often be dragged into drama and social conflicts, even if they themselves do not care for it. other people unconsciously view them as a unifying presence in their communities. they are viewed as having a higher perspective and good intentions for everyone. they may be able to befriend almost everyone - which in turn gives them connections everywhereee. people may rely on them for their connections. they have a big influence and high likeability. really strange example lol, but i knew someone with this and they were the only one in their circle to have contacts to dealers - so they became the middleman/hosted small parties,get-togethers.
south node in the 12th house/pisces:
this can make someone very good and understanding their own emotions. this individual is able to go through almost anything without a scratch. they've learnt to build an armour around themselves at a very young age. sometimes they have an altruistic personality and wish to save the whole world. i've also seen this with people who see into the future. for example, people with this placement just know before something is about to happen. even danger or death. It's like they feel it in their gut. other planets and what aspects are being made can show exactly what type of predictions they will have. an example: my mother has this placement in aries connected to chiron - she predicted dangers coming from men and their deaths. also, imo, any strong 12th placements show prophetic dreams and an ability to manipulate people and situations.
CW: OMGG bta first album jamaica harry is literally my dream bf so this fic is entirely my daydreams sighhhh!!! its nasty and angsty and lowkey fluffy as well!!! im very proud of this and i hope u all enjoy!! i wrote this in like three days because the inspiration was inspirationing fr!!! minors please dni !
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She thought he would pull back right after, and they would get back to their dumb conversation sharing anecdotes that weren’t all that funny yet they laughed anyway. However, he ended up giving her this look, right in her eyes, like he was peering into her soul. His pupils were blown and she was sure hers were too. Neither of them were thinking clearly when he nudged his nose against hers and kissed her softly.
It was a gentle press at first—she could taste the strawberry chapstick he wore, and it made the kiss more sticky as he pulled back just to pluck her bottom lip with his thumb. Like an instinct, Y/N’s mouth pliantly fell open, letting him lick against her; deep and almost romantic in the way he held her face, like he didn’t ever want to let go. There were needy sounds exchanged betwee the two—a wet gasp for air; a groan which travelled from her hair down to her toes.
Before she knew it she was climbing his lap and the kiss got heated. Y/N didn’t know how long they remained like that; pressed against one another as they madeout sloppily, but she remembered how she felt when she finally pulled back to breathe. Her lips were tingly but it was the good kind. Her hands were knotted in his freshly cut hair and he looked at her like she was the stars and the moon and the whole solar system at once.
The private villa was massive.
That was the first word that came to Y/N’s mind when she first pulled up to the estate, having landed in Portland, Jamaica merely two hours ago.
Geejam Studios was a sprawling facility, complete with three private villas, twelve spacious guest rooms, three deluxe cabins, a private beach and a restaurant and bar featuring a luxurious infinity pool—the kind she only ever saw on her Instagram feed and favorited for later; a time which she thought would never come. But there she was—awe all over her face as the sun beat down on her skin, soaking her with peace and calm.
Y/N had only ever heard about the retreat; She knew pop stars and artists would frequent here and create their music in private recording studios, but she never thought she herself would ever get the opportunity to be there.
Well, it wasn’t technically her who had the opportunity to stay at the retreat and make music. It was her brother, Adam, who was a professional bassist for the past seven years—she was his plus one, of some sorts—Y/N was a trainee bassist, following the steps of her older brother, and he thought there was no better opportunity for her to practice her skills than to experience firsthand as he recorded music with Harry Styles for his first debut album.
Yes, she was talking about the Harry Styles.
How her brother landed such a prestigious position, Y/N wasn’t sure. He was a very talented man, and when she asked him how he found himself here, living in Harry Styles’ rented out private villa, he’d just shrug and tell her it was all about “connections” or whatever that meant.
Y/N wasn’t complaining though. She got to stay in her own ensuite, which had windows that opened up to the lush green that surrounded them on all sides. If she squinted her eyes, she could see the water just beyond the trees—still and silky, like she had her own sliver of heaven right here on earth. Plus, she got to sit in on the band rehearsals and studio sessions, soaking in all the information first hand which she couldn’t get from any sort of musical institution even if she paid for it.
Everyone was very nice to her too; she didn’t feel out of place or left out—she got to have dinner with them every night, hang out on the L-shaped couch while Harry and his producer tested different melodies and song lyrics. Every night, they would all gather by the pool and share drinks, debriefing about the day and what they accomplished. They’d go over new ideas sometimes and tell each other what they liked or disliked about what went on that afternoon.
Eventhough they were technically there for “work” it didn’t really feel like that. It was easier to forget that they were actually putting together an album to debut Harry’s career when they were all so close—living with someone in a private villa for nearly a month can reveal a lot about them (unsurprisingly)—and the more you learn, the more comfortable you eventually get with those people.
For example, Y/N learned that Harry was definitely, 100%, the hottest man she had ever seen.
This was something she’d known for a long time now—she’s a little embarrassed to admit this, but even before she flew out to Jamaica, she’d been a huge One Direction fan through and through. She was talking posters in her room, fanfiction on her phone, merch hanging on her walls; the lot. That’s why when she heard Adam signed a contract with Harry, she nearly screamed her head off and went flying through the roof. This was like, her dream situation.
And when he asked her to join him at the estate…yeah. Top three moments of her life, easily. Adam didn’t have to do much convincing to get his eager sister to tag along. If he didn’t ask her, she would have found a way to come anyway—would have hid in his suitcase or gotten a disguise and snuck on the plane, or something.
When she first met Harry, she did her best to mask her fangirl-ness. She didn’t want to give him the ick, but Harry didn’t let her worry too long about that, because he was, right off the bat, one of the sweetest people she’d ever met. He hugged her when she held her hand out for him to shake and told her how excited he was to have her with them (but she found it hard to focus on what he was saying, considering he smelled intoxicating—like smokey, woodsy vanilla; the scent clung on to her jumper, which Y/N still hasn’t washed in case it goes away).
The simplest way to put it was this: Harry was a cool guy.
Everyone adored him. There was an unmistakable confidence in the way he moved—the kind possessed by a man who knew he was loved, and who could win over anyone in the room without even trying.
But he was also humble, and kind, and so dedicated to his work, and fuck—Y/N thought that made him ten times sexier than he already was. She always had a thing for men who were passionate about what they did (and were good at it too), so actively watching Harry fall in love with his music did wonders for her.
That’s why when on their fourth night at the villa as they were all gathered around the pool, and Harry and Y/N ended up sharing a blunt sneakily tucked away from everyone on the back deck, her nerves were going haywire and her heart was doing backflips in her chest. And when they were both in that floaty, giggly space, Harry insisted he shotgun smoked in her mouth, Y/N took no time to nod her head yes very eagerly, agreeing to let him do as he pleased.
She remembered being so flustered; butterflies erupted in her belly when he angled her face towards him, his knees grazing hers as they sat on a low step. His breath washed over her warm cheeks for a second, before he took a drag and cupped her jaw, pursed his lips and blew gently into her mouth. It didn’t take long for Y/N to be in shambles. If she wasn’t already sitting down, she knew her knees would have given out and she would have (embarrasingly) fallen face first on the ground.
But Harry was steady—like an achor. She thought he would pull back right after, and they would get back to their dumb conversation sharing anecdotes that weren’t all that funny yet they laughed anyway. However, he ended up giving her this look, right in her eyes, like he was peering into her soul. His pupils were blown and she was sure hers were too. Neither of them were thinking clearly when he nudged his nose against hers and kissed her softly.
It was a gentle press at first—she could taste the strawberry chapstick he wore, and it made the kiss more sticky as he pulled back just to pluck her bottom lip with his thumb. Like an instinct, Y/N’s mouth pliantly fell open, letting him lick against her; deep and almost romantic in the way he held her face, like he didn’t ever want to let go. There were needy sounds exchanged betwee the two—a wet gasp for air; a groan which travelled from her hair down to her toes.
Before she knew it she was climbing his lap and the kiss got heated. Y/N didn’t know how long they remained like that; pressed against one another as they madeout sloppily, but she remembered how she felt when she finally pulled back to breathe. Her lips were tingly but it was the good kind. Her hands were knotted in his freshly cut hair and he looked at her like she was the stars and the moon and the whole solar system at once.
Maybe it was the weed that had her so enthralled, but she thinks Harry just being him was equally at blame for the feeling which bloomed in her chest and invaded her veins. And when he kissed her neck and whispered into her ear asking if she wanted to go to his room, who was she to decline such an invitation?
It was still very late at night and Adam and the rest were out by the pool drinking and laughing when they snuck upstairs to Harry’s master bedroom. His room was nicer than hers, but at that moment Y/N didn’t stop to take in her surroundings. Harry offered her no reprieve, immediately ushering her towards the bed. She remembered the weight of him on top of her as they continued the kiss; the goosebumps his fingers left when they trailed beneath her top to cup her breast and circle her nipple.
Harry was skilled; that much was clear to Y/N that night—he was way more skilled than she was at least. Sure, she’d been with men before, but no one had ever split her thighs the way he did and feasted on her like she was a three course meal. Normally when someone was down there, she could tell when their heart wasn’t in it, but that was not the case with Harry. He ate her pussy like he loved it—like he wanted to be there, and nowhere else. Her thighs squeezed around his head so hard, she wondered if she blocked any bloodflow.
And when he fucked her… well, Y/N had no words that she thought did him justice. He was slow at first; grinding against her gummy walls, biting down on her shoulder. Her nails scraped down his back as Harry picked up his pace, slammed his hips into hers so hard she anticipated bruises the next day. He stopped when she was close just to pull out and flip her over, pounding into her from this new angle that had her squealing and moaning into the pillows.
Suffice to say, it was one of the best nights of her life. Not because she was already halfway in love with Harry, but because he was so much more than she ever imagined. The aftercare was impeccable too—he asked her to spend the night in his room and sneak out in the morning before anyone woke. They ended up showering together, where he pressed her against the foggy glass and fingered her till she was coming all over his hand. He was a cuddler as well—held her tight all night with his back up against her chest cocooning her from the outside world.
She had no shame in saying now that she was basically addicted to him; everything about him, truly, from his pretty seamoss eyes, straight nose and pouty mouth, down to his calloused fingertips and tattooed belly. Y/N was consumed by that man. And she liked to think that he felt that way about her too.
After the first time, Y/N and Harry would continuously meet post recording sessions. Sometimes they’d share a blunt before they fucked so everything was amplified by ten, and sometimes they’d just be sober; enjoying each others unfiltered company. It was usually in his room they’d go, and by the second week of this arrangement, Y/N didn’t think there was any surface in that room where they hadn’t already fucked.
The best part was that no one else in the villa had any idea what the two got upto. Not once had anyone looked at either of them suspicsiously, or pulled either one aside for a quick ‘chat’ about anything… they were in the clear for now. Y/N hoped it stayed that way. If Adam found out, all hell would break loose.
Naturally, Harry was the only person Y/N was sleeping with at that time. She didn’t have much opportunity to go out and meet someone and bring them back to the villa anyway, but she wasn’t mad about that. Harry was more than enough to satiate her needs and Y/N was very happy to have access to just him when she needed a fix.
Y/N assumed (sue her for always thinking the best of everyone) that Harry was in the same boat; that she was enough to satisfy his needs and he wouldn’t want to sleep with other people. They were hooking up almost every other night, so even if he did want to sleep with someone else, where would he even find the time to, right?
That was what she thought. You can call her naive, but to her, she was just being practical.
But the actual reality of the situation was, that when one morning as Y/N was passing by Harry’s room to go to the kitchen, she heard a woman’s laughter from inside. At first, she thought he was watching a TV show or a movie, maybe, or scrolling on his phone and a video popped up. Then when she heard him responding to the voice, she thought maybe he was on the phone with someone, but people on the phone didn’t sound so clear did they? There was no static or any cutting off—her voice was clean—like she was on the other side of the door, in person, in Harry’s room.
Curiosity got the best of her and Y/N knocked once on his door before walking in. They were way past the point of formalities now—they’d seen parts of each other the sun never touched, so surely Y/N could enter his room without being faced with something completely unexpected, right?
Wrong.
Harry was in his room, like she anticipated, but there was someone tucked into his side. It was a girl. A beautiful, topless girl who was smiling at Harry the same way Y/N smiled at him when he was the first person she saw as she woke up after a splendid night. Y/N recognised her as the pretty server who she’d often see work down at the restaurant by the beach.
Y/N caught them right as the girl began kissing down his jaw and neck, but at the sight of her angry face, she jumped away and screamed; loud enough that Harry had to put his hand over her mouth and tell her to shush before someone else came in.
“What’s going on?” Y/N asked, even though she knew the answer to her own question. Harry looked at her with a bewildered expression—he had sex hair and his eyes were wide, “You can’t just barge in like that!” He quietly yelled, letting his hand slip from the girl’s mouth. He turned to her carefully, “Maria, do not scream again, please.”
“Who the fuck is Maria?” Y/N asked another question. She took a step inside his room as Maria nodded and slowly sat up. The poor woman was shaking, trembling, like Y/N was a cop or something and she’d caught her with four bags of cocaine up her ass. “Can we not do this, Y/N?” Harry replied and got up, and Y/N was happy to see he was still wearing his boxers when he did. She raised a brow, “You’re sleeping with other people.” This time, she stated a fact rather than asked a question.
Maria was hastily getting dressed now, looking between Y/N and Harry as they bickered back and forth, “I’m going to go,” She murmured, giving Harry a tight-lipped smile before she dashed out of the room. Y/N stepped out of her way as she left and Harry ran a hand down his face, “Look what you did.”
“What I did? You’re the one sleeping with other people!”
“So what? Why are you so mad about that?” He scoffed. Y/N couldn’t believe the audacity of the half naked man in front of her. His seething tone made it seem like she was to blame—like she did the wrong thing by catching the person who she thought she was exclusively sleeping with in bed with another woman.
“You don’t see the problem with what you’re doing?” She instigated.
“No? We never talked about this so how was I meant to know?”
Y/N chuckled dryly at him—not an ounce of humor in her tone, “It’s common sense, Harry. Sleeping with multiple people at the same damn time—you’re practically begging to get an STD!”
“It’s safe sex!”
“What it is, is disgusting! If you wanted to see other people, at least warn me about it!” She reasoned. Her face was red hot with anger and Harry’s was too—except for him she could see it spreading down his neck and chest. It was his turn to laugh at her now, but when he did it, it broke something inside of her.
“I didn’t think we owed shit to each other. It’s just sex.”
She wouldn’t be surprised if steam began coming out of her ears at this point. He was saying all the wrong things and pushing all the right buttons to make her angry. In fact, she was more than angry.
She was hurt.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, ever the stubborn girl. “Okay then. We sleep with other people.” She stated. The words were sour on her tongue—sleeping with other people was the last thing she was thinking about, but she couldn’t let Harry know that. She had to appear on equal footing with him. If he found out she was holding out for him while he was fucking whoever, she thinks she’d perish from embarrsament.
“We do. Because this—” Harry motioned between her and him, “Is not a thing, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
If she stayed any longer, she knew she would start crying, and Y/N would die before being so vulnerable in front of someone like Harry, who at the moment didn’t give two shits what was spewing out of his mouth. He was saying bad things for the sake of it—without thinking about what the repercussions would be. Instead, she nodded her head and kept her face neutral.
“Fuck you,” Was the last thing she said before she stormed out of his room that morning.
Two days passed since then, and Y/N and Harry would barely look at each other.
On night one she didn’t go to the studio, and instead lied about not feeling well. The whole time she was buried beneath her covers, rewatching her comfort shows with a big bowl of pasta warming her lap. Luckily, no one inquired too much so Y/N didn’t have to lie—she was already covering up having sex with Harry on the low, and if she had to keep up another lie, she thinks she’d literally burst from nervousness.
The second night, she attended the sessions but kept her head low and her eye contact with Harry minimal, who appeared painfully normal. They were recording a slower song tonight, so the vibes were chill compared to the hard rock vibe Harry was going for for the rest of the album. To contrast the tempo, Jeff suggested they all went down to the bar since they were doing a special night, some sort of theme that Y/N was only paying half of her attention to.
She had nothing better to do, and she wanted to get her mind off of certain things (Harry, mainly) so she got dressed in one of her cuter outfits and headed down with Sarah and Adam. The dress she wore was hot pink—it was a tiny number, loose around her torso but it had a tighter fit down her hips to her mid-thigh. The tan she accumulated stood out, paired with silver jewellery and her hair down… Y/N felt good about herself after a long, long time.
Maybe she’d meet someone tonight who could get her to think about anything else but Harry. Since it was apparently okay with him for her to sleep with other people, this shouldn’t be much of a problem.
The bar was just as beautiful as the rest of the retreat—outdoors, with a wooden deck, covered in lights that twinkled and reflected off of every sweaty person dancing to the beat that pumped through the massive speakers.
Slowly the rest of the crew came down in groups of twos and threes, until they were all seated together at the left end of the bar table. Harry was there too, of course, and Y/N’s eyes naturally gravitated towards him. He was dressed very simply compared to everyone else—a loose pair of shorts and a printed, floral red button up that barely covered anything. The swallows on his collarbones and the tip of the butterfly on his tummy peeked out over the fabric. Y/N was staring, but she was also two drinks in so she didn’t care if he saw her looking.
Besides, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t already seen before. They made brief eye-contact and if she wasn’t angry at him still, she’d have given him a cheeky smile and a text asking to meet somewhere around the back. But her ego got the best of her. Y/N forced herself to rip her gaze away from Harry and search the crowd for some sort of rebound.
The truth was that she didn’t actually care to have sex with someone else, but she was hoping doing so was the antidote to the restlessness in her heart. After a bit of looking she settled her gaze on a tall, tan man who just walked into the establishment, eagerness written all over his face.
He was good enough; with short, blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. He was a bit lanky which wasn’t her normal type, however drunk Y/N thought he was cute so it didn’t matter. All she had to do was shimmy her way through the crowd so she was closer to where he stood and make sure she was in his eye line, and the boy was gawking at her just like she wanted.
Y/N counted the seconds in her head—she made it to seven before she heard him from behind, “Excuse me?”
She turned around, flipping her hair purposefully, “Can I help you?”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Up close, he was not too bad.
He smelled nice and he had an endearing accent, and those were good enough reasons for Y/N to say yes and join him on the dancefloor. It was weird to have another man's hands on her after weeks of just feeling Harry, but Y/N swallowed down that feeling. The theme was disco EDM, so the music wasn’t like, sultry, to the point where people were grinding against each other—it was more upbeat and party, and she was glad for that because she didn’t know if she wanted this man (Carmen, was his name, maybe? Or was it Cameron… she’d already forgotten) that close to her.
The thought was a bit pathetic, really, because Harry had no problem getting intimate with someone else, so why did she? Maybe she let herself get too invested in their little arrangement… she had to pull back, and she decided this was the best way to do it.
And she was having fun; Carmen/Cameron was sweet—he kept whispering in her ear how pretty she was and how lucky he felt to be dancing with her, and that was always nice to hear. He’d bought her two drinks at that point, so her tongue and her body was looser.
They were just about to get started on their third song when she felt her phone blow up against her bra. Y/N excused herself from Carmen/Cameron (which proved harder than she thought, considering he insisted he go with her until she politely turned him down).
As soon as she escaped the warmth of the crowd, Y/N was met with the cold breeze of the sea nipping at her cheeks. She pulled her phone out and her jaw almost went slack.
Harry
What the fuck are you doing?
10:05PM
Y/N.
10:14PM
Meet me at our spot.
10:16PM
Eyes wide, Y/N did a double take of her phone. No way he was texting her like this. She wanted to believe that maybe he was bothered by her hanging out with someone else, but was she getting ahead of herself? She could never be sure with Harry. He was so unpredictable and impulsive, yet she still found herself making the familiar walk to the back deck where they snuck off to the first night they kissed.
It was already 10:31PM. Hoping that Harry was still waiting for her, Y/N rounded the last corner and came face-to-face with the bane of her existence.
Her breath was immediately stolen from her lungs—who was she kidding? Carmen/Cameron didn’t hold a candle to the way Harry’s eyes lightened up at the sight of her; the tattoos that haunted her every moment; the lips she loved to kiss… he was something else entirely. And he looked at her with so much hunger, so much desire, Y/N could almost feel it wafting off of him in waves. Her heart jumped with excitement.
“What was that?” He started, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What was what?”
“You were all over some guy—”
Y/N scoffed. “So? I thought we could sleep with other people?”
“You can, but he–he’s a stranger. Y’don’t even know the guy!”
“And you knew Maria so well?”
Harry sighed, out of frustration or anger, or maybe both. Y/N traced his worried features with her eyes, “That was different,” He muttered.
“How was that different!?” Disbelief was clear in Y/N’s tone. And why wouldn’t it be? His words held no sense or sound logic—he was again just saying things with no meaning.
“Because that was me!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I can do that shit but you can’t.”
Maybe he lost his marbles completely. It was either that, or he was too drunk to think straight and so he continuously spat bullshit at her. But Y/N knew Harry, and he didn’t have that sheen in eyes he normallyl got when he was drunk—his words weren’t slurring either. She’d guess he had maybe one drink before this, but she still couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck he was on about.
“How can you say that? How is that fair?” Cool winds from the sea whipped her hair around, making her waterline glisten—though the weather wasn’t entirely to blame for that.
“Because I get… I get jealous.” A frown tugged at his features, and his voice turned low, almost reluctant, as though he knew his argument held no weight. Y/N struggled to believe what she was hearing. Jealousy couldn't possibly be the only reason behind all of this.
“Okay, yeah, sure, Harry. We’re not kids. I’m not a toy that you don’t share because you’re jealous or whatever. I have real feelings.”
“I do too.”
“So what does this mean?”
“It means I don’t want you to sleep with other people. Only me.”
“And you get to fuck whatever waitress you want every night? Do you think I’m an idiot, Harry?”
He nodded his head no. He looked sincere as he took a step closer to her, “I think I’m the biggest idiot for ever wanting to be with anyone but you.”
He was pissing her off but he also gave her fucking butterflies at the same time which was the most annoying part. Her heart was fluttering but her brain was still angry—the reasonable part of her still saw no substance in his arguments—he was being childish and that was very clear.
But the unreasonable part of her loved this—the possessive side of him she seldom got to witness… he was crumbling before her, and that did wonders for her self-esteem.
Save for the stars and the dim lighting of the deck, the night was dark—surrounding the two like a shield, protecting them and their secret from the rest of the world. Perhaps the biggest secret of all, at that moment, was whose resolve broke first, as their lips collided in a fiery battle. It was more violent than the one they were already engaged in, but kisses hurt way less than words, Y/N learned.
“I hate you,” She breathed against his lips.
“I know.”
“You’re a hypocrite.”
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I know.”
Strangely, she couldn’t remember the last time they were together like this. It’d been a while for sure—it felt like so much happened between then and now, her and Harry were like two different people. But their bodies found each other so easily; locked in this familiar dance they’d done so many times. Her hands found his hair in an instant, twisting between his locks and pulling how he liked it, and his own settled on her waist, and then her jaw, slipping and sliding indecisively.
He tasted sweet but there was alcohol on his tongue which explained his behaviour a little bit. The mere fact that he opened up to her like that proved enough. His hands squeezed her ass and cupped her face at the same time, urging her mouth open so their tongues met. There was nothing tentative about the kiss—they both knew exactly what they wanted, and they showed it too.
Harry was the one who suggested they go up to his room. Deja vu hit Y/N like a train—his words, his touch, his kiss—it was all akin to the way they first gave in to each other. It was the same darkness that enveloped them, the same words he whispered in her ear and the same way Y/N nodded eagerly and let him guide her to his room.
There was something gentle in the way he pushed her against his door and unzipped her dress. It was different to the way he normally was—hungry and ravenous. He took his time with her as he worshipped her boobs, sucking her nipple until her back arched against the wood. Y/N moaned needily while he took his time sluicing her in his spit, an especially loud noise coming from her throat when he left a pretty mark right where her neck met her chest.
She was getting impatient. Harry looked so good that night and she’d been wanting to touch him for the longest time, so she fumbled with his buttons and shoved his shirt off his shoulders, walking him to the bed. The angle made it so she was astride him, naked apart from the pink cotton that covered her core. Her hips rolled into his for a while, the bulge in his shorts pressed right against her swollen clit.
Harry’s groans were like music to her ears, and the way he looked at her… Y/N thought he would just about swallow her whole. His gaze darted from her face to her tits, down to where her wetness seeped through her underwear and coated his shorts. He had to throw his head back at the sight of that, giving Y/N more skin to roam her hands over and kiss.
Eventually, he got her on her back, where he dove right in and sucked her pussy through the fabric. That was where he spent the longest time—sighing, when he got the first taste of her. She came twice from that—just his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking slowly and then speeding up in intervals. He’d lick down to where she leaked, tongue wriggling inside of her so not a drop went to waste before coming back up to abuse her poor button.
And when he fucked her, it felt like home. His hand wrapped around her throat, just resting there, and from his window Y/N could see the sea in the distance. The sounds of the waves lapping ashore and Y/N’s moans created a pretty melody, one that urged Harry to go faster. He was basically laying on top of her, buried in her neck, engulfing her. Y/N liked it this way, though—surrounded by him, inside and out. His hips punched into hers and her pussy squelched each time he bottomed out.
They came together, pleasure somehow being the only thing they both could ever agree on. She dug her nails into his back and he tightened his hold on her throat as he painted her tummy with his cum. He flopped on top of her, crushing her for a minute and then rolled next to her. Y/N struggled to catch her breath. They’d done this so many times before, but this time was different.
Maybe because there was finally something more than lust behind their actions—something emotional, for once, because of which their hearts were fuller. Y/N slipped into a deep sleep after that. She faintly remembered Harry disappearing to the bathroom to fetch a towel to clean them up but she’s pretty sure she was snoozing by the time he came back out.
When her mind forced her awake in the middle of the night after a weird dream, she noticed his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back into his warm chest.
After a long time, Y/N was content.
The soft rays of the sun in the morning were what made her eyelids flutter the next morning. She was happy to find that Harry was still beside her, though he’d slipped down the bed some, resulting in his cheek laying against her chest. She wished she had her phone on her so she could take a photo of him—blissful, calm—comfortable, as slow puffs of his breath caused goosebumps to pimple on her skin.
It took him a second to rouse from his slumber, but when he did, he gave her a sleepy, lazy, smile. “Y’stayed,” He stated, his deep, morning voice sending shivers down her spine.
“I did.” Harry yawned, pushing up from her body. Y/N immediately missed his warmth.
“That’s good.”
“It is.”
The birds chirped and the sea crashed against rocks, matching the placid beats of her heart. “I’m glad I saw you last night,” Harry said.
“Yeah. Me too.”
“The dress y’were wearing… looked like you were waiting to be snatched up.”
Now this made Y/N’s eyes narrow. She couldn’t tell if this was him still sweet talking or if the conversation had just taken a turn for the worse.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Harry fully sat up, “Y’obviously wanted to take someone home. I’m happy I got to you first.”
“Harry, are you slut shaming me?”
He chuckled, “I’m just saying, y’had very clear intentions.”
Y/N rose from her comfortable position lying on his bed. She grabbed his shirt that was forgotten on the floor and quickly put it on, “Right. Because women can't wear a dress without it being for a man.”
“The way every bloke in that place was staring at you.”
Y/N scoffed. “And that's my fault?”
“Didn't say it was.”
“You literally brought it up.”
“Because I didn't like it, alright?” He rubbed his palm over his face, avoiding meeting her eyes.
The admission hung between them.
Y/N blinked. “So this is the jealousy thing again.”
Harry looked away. “Don't do that.”
“Don't do what?”
“Make me sound crazy for caring.”
Her laugh was sharp and humorless. “Caring? Harry, you don't get to fuck another woman, show up whenever it's convenient, and then act possessive when another guy looks at me.”
His expression hardened. “You’re impossible to talk to. I don’t understand why I put up with it.”
“Then don’t! No one’s asking you to!”
“Then get the fuck out.”
Y/N felt like the floor was snatched from beneath her feet. The silence that followed was no longer comfortable. It felt like standing too close to a cliff edge, both of them knowing exactly where this conversation was headed and neither willing to step back.
“You’re a fucking asshole and I hope you remember that every goddamn second of your sorry life.”
With that, she stormed out of his room, banging the door shut behind her, so loud that she felt it in her bones. It was her luck that no one was out in the hallway when she hurried back downstairs with tears trailing down her cheeks.
No matter how hard she tried with him, Y/N had to accept that her and Harry were never going to see eye to eye. What she had with him was special, but she was starting to think it was only special to her. If he valued it even half as much as she did, surely he wouldn’t treat her like he did. It was as though every road between them eventually led here, to resentment disguised as concern and affection tangled up with hurt.
For the first time, she wondered if this was simply who they were together—not a love story waiting to be fixed, but a cycle waiting to repeat itself. Shutting her door behind her, Y/N felt her heart shatter in her chest, every shard cutting deeper than his accusations—because, deep down, she knew nothing between them would ever change.
AN: BEHHEHEHE I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE GUYS I HOPE U ENJOYED IT!!! THE INSPIRATION STRUCK AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS!! I LOVE BTA HARRY AND I LOVE ANGST AND I LOVE JEALOUSY AND POSSESSIVE SEX!!!! LET ME KNOW IF U LIKED THIS ONE!!!! IF U HAVE ANY REQUESTS OR U WANNA SAY HI PLS STOP BY MY INBOX!! LUV UUUUUUUU <33
a/n: super cute idea i wanted to bring into life. this is super disorganized but yolo. TADASHI HAMADA YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!, gn reader. no physical descriptors but one mention of you possibly being shorter than tadashi. tried to keep what type of artist the reader is ambiguous for inclusivity.
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: ‘Breathe’ by Malcom Todd 𑣲
- ugh stem x arts and humanities 😭
- A TALE AS OLD AS TIMEEE
- personally i think that tadashi isn’t only science focused, he has a lot of creativity instilled in him
- grew up on Lego, Bionicle, tv shows and movies and comics like tmnt, ninjago, ultraman, kamen rider, transformers. so its safe to say his imagination is pretty well developed
- like he strikes me as the type of person to be good at a wide range of skills— more technical stuff, sports, arts, some niche thing like coffee or somethingggg yk
- besides robotics also involves designing/aesthetics, not just coding and technical stuff…
- him and hiro are creative people who bounce ideas and such off each other. so i think he’d have fun picking your brain about certain projects
- constantly asks for your opinion on design decisions. i think it’d be pretty cute if the prototype for baymax was super rough looking… then with ur input he evolves into his marshmallow type body to be more approachable
- when listening to you he does the thing where he mutters, maintains eye contact, if you’re shorter he leans into you to hear you better… ugh. i hate him.
- loves loves loves watching you work on whatever type of art you specialize in. when you’re in flow state and everything just becomes background noise to you, and you just focus on your art
- yeah he finds that attractive !!!
- i think he finds passion in general attractive
- really into working in the same space as you
- you guys don’t have to talk or anything. enjoys basking in your presence and soaking in the time with you
- acts of service/quality time typa guy
- if you’re an artist who just needs a lot of equipment to work somewhere he’s helping you out
- if you’re an artist who has exhibits to display your work he will go to every one
- will keep every sticky-note doodle you give him. has a cork board in his room just for the memorable papers he’s collected over the years
- you’ll have a whole section of that cork board to yourself <33 just a whole space of it dedicated to little polaroids and photos and receipts from dates
- this man understands art block im so fr
- remember that whole sequence in the beginning of the movie where he was trying to motivate hiro to invent something? yeahhhhhh he gets it
- he gets it himself too. creative block, brain fog, all of it. he knows what its like to have stress crawl up your back and settle on your shoulders
- has a tried and true method to try and get out of it tho. can and WILL try it on you, so long as you consent
- seeks to inspire you as much as you do him.
- aunt cass finds your guys’ relationship superrr sweet. if you come into the lucky cat cafe to work she'll give you a big discount or even make your meal and drink free.
- your guys’ favorite movie is the wind rises.
- COME ONNNN it’s about an engineer consumed in his passion + his romance with an artist. its like. so fitting
- oh you need a reference photo but can’t find it on pinterest ??? tadashi will gladly model it for you
- will be super unserious about it though
- ‘draw me like one of your french girls.’ ‘dashi, baby, please. this is due in 11 hours.’
- hiro is so sick of him constantly showing off your work. its not that he doesn’t like you but he just finds his brother super annoying
- ‘look at that. they did something different in this one. they’re so smart. and talented. and wonderf—‘ ‘bro i’m BEGGING you to shut up’
- you’re a couple that loves to infodump on each other and you both EAT IT UP. late night calls are another reason hiro finds his brother annoying
- he likes to doodle stuff in his notebooks. those doodles eventually become more you-focused as your relationship progresses
- makes shared playlists for the two of you.
- his music taste consists of indie bands, various kinds of japanese music (shoegaze/pop/pop rock/bossa nova), game osts, and frank ocean. might elaborate more on this idk
- tadashi come home the kids miss you
thanks for reading ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) <33 PLEASE SEND TADASHI THOUGHTS IN THE INBOX IF YOU WANT
𝒍ogan sargeant x 𝒓apper!male reader
synopsis: reader is an american rapper, one with a loyal, but small, fanbase. despite this, a formula 1 driver can’t help but love his music and pushes for him to visit a grand prix, but forgets to specify how.
genre: smau
warnings: i’m using songs sung by black artists for readers album, so the faceclaim for reader in pics are going to be black, but anyone can read this!
requested: yes!
author's note: i immediately thought of logan when i saw this request because of his love for eminem. songs used for second wind: squabble up, pride., duckworth, and the prayer by kendrick lamar. mutt by leon thomas. st. chroma, rah tah tah, and wusyaname by tyler, the creator
masterlist.
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ynsmic second wind out now.
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userone the popularity of y/n needs to be studied this man deserves every single piece of hype he gets and more
⤷ usertwo that's what im saying!! this man has more talent than half of the rappers out on the hot 100
userthree going from squabble up right into mutt is crazy the vibe change was revolutionary
userfour the different vibes of this album is CRAZYYY i love it omg
⤷ userfive right?? like having mutt, squabble up, duckworth, and the prayer all on the same album is insane
⤷ usersix i like how it feels like they don't fit together. like the different vibes of the songs and topics don't fit together, but it feels like he's just having fun and sharing short stories and not only telling one story
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logansargeant time to change my hype songs from lose yourself to st. chroma
⤷ userseven maybe lose yourself was making you lose yourself in the car that's why you aren't driving good
⤷ logansargeant bro...too far
usereight now what is logan sargeant doing here
⤷ usernine he mentioned y/n’s music like once in an interview back when he was in f2
userten alr now when is tour
⤷ ynsmic when a million+ people stream second wind
⤷ logansargeant i could probably manage that
♫ y/n l/n • st. chroma
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logansargeant baku was good, but next week is when it gets good. going for a logan sweep for the home race. see you in miami.
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usereleven no eminem??
alexalbon a logan sargeant pole is in the near future
⤷ logansargeant please work your beautiful manifestation skills
ynsmic great song choice 🔥
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usertwelve RAHHHH WTF IS A KILOMETERRR LETS GO LOGAN 🔥🔥🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
userthirteen wait this song is like lowkey fire
⤷ userfourteen it really makes me think of logan fr like “promise im gon make it out” just makes me think of he’s gonna make it out of williams 😭😭
userseventeen now who is y/n
⤷ usereighteen i'm not sure but i like this song
📍 miami, florida
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ynsmic played at a local bar last night, met some cool people, got some even cooler news for you guys soon
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usernineteen second wind world tour
⤷ ynsmic not at that stage yet, soon though
usertwenty what is team williams doing here
⤷ usertwone right like ik logan is a fan of y/n but alex what are you doing here
⤷ usertwtwo hear me out, he's in miami, miami grand prix is next week
⤷ usertwone alright grandma lets get you to bed
logansargeant i think second wind is better on a stage
⤷ ynsmic i like your thought process
usertwthree i got a picture with you! it was great to meet you and i can't wait to see you live again soon!
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f1 👀
⤷ usertwfour alright what does this mean bro
♫ y/n l/n • MUTT
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ynsmic and f1 second wind @ miami grand prix. see you soon.
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logansargeant williamsracing f1 while this isnt what i meant by inviting y/n to a gp but ill take it
⤷ ynsmic thanks for the invite man, even if it wasn't the right one
⤷ alexalbon sorry, logan is freaking out. he says your welcome
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usertwfive bro this rapper is small as hell what is f1 doing inviting him to perform at a grand prix, the miami one no less 💀
⤷ ynsmic i ask myself the same thing, but logan and i met at my gig the other night and he was going to invite me to a grand prix, but f1 thought he wanted me to perform, so here we are
usertwsix f1 and y/n fans how are we feeling
⤷ usertwseven im so glad i got tickets to the miami gp now only because of y/n
usertweight miami gp? more like y/n gp
⤷ usertwnine alright lets get you to bed
williamsracing williams is sorry for the mix up
⤷ userthirty nah my team is cooked theyre talking in third point of view
⤷ userthione nah your team is cooked by having logan as a driver
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userthitwo i need y/n and logan to interact at the miami gp please
userthithree my little rapper isnt so little anymore
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f1gossip before the miami grand prix weekend starts, logan sargeant and oscar piastri are seen on the streets of miami with y/n l/n, an up and coming rapper that is set to perform at the opening ceremony for the miami grand prix
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userthifour i've never heard of y/n before
⤷ userthifive neither have i, but i did look up his music and it's pretty good
userthisix man this dude has like 5k monthly listeners on spotify what is he doing performing at the miami grand prix 💀💀
⤷ userthiseven y/n said that he was just supposed to visit the williams garage cause of logan, but there was miscommunication and they invited him to perform
⤷ userthieight or it's because nobody wants to perform at the miami gp so they picked out an artist nobody knows
userthinine im like lowkey excited for the opening ceremony
userfourty imagine logan gets pole and p1 because of y/n (his fav artist since f2) being there
⤷ userfourone i would bet real money on that because that's never going to happen
⤷ userfourtwo don't sleep on my boy logan alright
⤷ userfourthree i'll gladly sleep on logan slowgeant
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ynsmic what a way to start the weekend. even though many people didn't know who i was, it was still a blast to perform second wind in my hometown on a large stage and spread my music to the world.
let's go logan sargeant sweep for miami.
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userfourfour y/n is a ls2?
⤷ ynsmic he's the reason why i got to perform, so i'm obligated to cheer him on
logansargeant if y/n has one fan, it's me. if y/n has no fans, i'm dead.
⤷ ynsmic my biggest fan
logansargeant i was screaming the lyrics from the williams garage
⤷ alexalbon can confirm this (i even got it on video)
⤷ ynsmic that was you? (send it to me?)
userfourfive i love this friendship that y/n and logan have
⤷ userfoursix the fact that logan was a fan of y/n for years and now he's friends with y/n. logan must fan boy every time they interact
userfourseven who else came here after watching the opening ceremony????
⤷ userfoureight i did!!
⤷ userfournine me as well! might become a new fan of him...
♫ y/n l/n • squabble up - radio edit
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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN SARGEANT TO START IN POLE POSITION TOMORROW IN MIAMI!!!!
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userfifty holy fucking shit
userfifone LOGAN SARGEANT SWEEEEEP IN AMERICAAAAA RAHHHHH
userfiftwo GUYS MY DRIVER DID IT HE DID IT LETS GOOOO
ynsmic am i allowed to take responsibility for this?
⤷ logansargeant maybe.
userfifthree OH MY GOD AMERICAAAAA RAHHH
alexalbon MY SEXY AMERICAN TEAMMATE THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OH MY GOD MANIFESTATION WORKS!!
♫ y/n l/n • st.chroma - radio edit
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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN. SARGEANT. WINS. MIAMI.
After a rough rookie year and troubles with his car and races, the only American on the grid has officially done it, and at his home race.
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ynsmic THAT'S MY LOGAN
⤷ userfiffour your logan?
⤷ logansargeant Y/NNNNN LFGGGGG
userfiffive everybody who doubted my boy logan, i expect apologies with tears and a ukelele
userfifsix THATS RIGHTTT!! LOGAN DESERVES TO BE HERE!!
userfifseven OH MY GODDDD THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY HUGE DAY FOR THE LOGANG
⤷ logansargeant that can't be what you guys are called.
alexalbon went to the tom holland school of manifestation
williamsracing LOGAN. SARGEANT.
userfifeight USING Y/N'S SONG I CANTTTTT
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logansargeant miami 🤍
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userfifnine we get a logan first place and gay hard launch all in one weekend??
usersixty i was NOT expecting this holy shit
ynsmic forever proud of you logan 🤍
⤷ logansargeant thank you y/n 🤍
usersixone not disappointed not surprised. congrats you two!
alexalbon and what do we say to alex?
⤷ logansargeant are we supposed to say thank you?
⤷ alexalbon who pushed you towards y/n after the podium ceremony??
⤷ ynsmic thank you ... alex
usersixtwo oh i can tell these two are going to be insufferable
usersixthree imagine logan just gets infinitely better at driving now that he has a boyfriend
⤷ usersixfour the magic of significant others
charles_leclerc can you tell y/n i want to work with him on a song soon
⤷ lewishamilton seconding this
⤷ logansargeant am i just a connection to you now?
⤷ ynsmic ignore him-- i would be honored!
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ynsmic wusyaname (feat. xnda, charles leclerc)
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logansargeant this is going double platinum in my house
⤷ ynsmic glad to hear it lover 🤍
a/n: OKAY! sorry this was so long, but i really hoped it managed expectations @darkestmrhyde !! i had a lot of fun making it :))
I found the Occult Legacy Challenge by Ayhris earlier and immediately got excited to try it. However I do prefer non-rabbit hole careers and enjoy legacy challenges that have some extra prompts that help create a storyline for your heir and keeps them busy/creates some drama for them. So I decided to build my own version of this legacy challenge, expanding upon Ayhris' original.
You can find all the rules for each generation below the cut. All credits go to @ayhris for the original version. This legacy challenge is eleven generations long and assumes you own all expansions and some of the store worlds.
Download this simple spreadsheet to track your progress.
I have not tested this legacy yet myself but do tell me if some generations need improvement!
Generation one; the inventor
After leaving home for the first time, you find yourself living on the outskirts of a desert town. You’re not there for very long before you start to notice strange things flying through the skies and the locals seem to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary especially the odd green ones. You try to make your way as an inventor, but spend most of your free time gazing at the night sky as these irregularities inspire you to question; what’s out there?
✧ Lifetime wish: The Tinkerer
✧ Required traits: Eccentric, Socially awkward, Loner, Genius, Handy.
✧ Career: self-employed inventor.
✧ Spouse: no marriage.
✧ Location: Strangetown
✧ Limit on children: you can only have alien children by abduction or through the time machine. The next-gen heir must be alien.
✧ Max skills: handiness, inventing, logic
✧ Prompts:
Buy a telescope and gaze at the stars every night.
Collect and analyze 100% of all space rocks and keep them as a collection on your lot.
Go on at least 5 online dates but never become more than friends.
Create a Simbot (or purchase the LTR if it's too hard) and have it be your only friend while it lives in your basement.
Have a hamper in your house but never do your laundry until you have a maid or a child that’ll do it for you.
Each time your sell/delete piles of clothes, you have to change one of your founder’s outfits and take a 100 simoleons from your balance.
Befriend any aliens that visit your lot.
Build a time machine and travel through time at least once.
Generation two; the alien
Your parent was always honest when they said you were different from all the other children in class, but all you really wish for is to be as normal as possible. You're always finding yourself feeling jealous of those who fit in oh so easily and know who their true authentic selves are. This pushes you to become super interested in all of the mundane things that come with a regular human life and turns you into a multi-talented artist as you try to create that perfect human picture for yourself.
✧ Lifetime wish: Renaissance Sim
✧ Required traits: Artistic, Savvy Sculptor, Art Appraiser, Bookworm, Friendly
✧ Career: self-employed painter, writer or sculptor.
✧ spouse: marriage allowed, must be human.
✧ Location: Sunset Valley
✧ Limit on children: no, but the heir must be human.
✧ Max skills: painting, sculpting, writing
✧ Prompts:
Create a private museum with your own artworks.
Make portraits and ice sculptures of your whole family (your spouse and children).
Choose whichever townie sim your alien would be most jealous of, make an ice sculpture of them and add them to your family collection, where you secretly pretend it’s you.
Have three best friends, they must be regular humans.
Send at least one of your kids to boarding school.
Become part of a bookclub.
Only ever write trashy novels.
Scan at least 5 sims to learn their traits.
Lock any alien children you have in the basement. They’re not allowed to go to school or leave the house. Kick them out the moment they age up into young adults.
Generation three; the gardener
Your parents did everything to be as normal as possible, restricting you from feeling what true freedom is like. That’s why you move to Twinbrook or Riverview, for a fresh start where you can truly taste what freedom feels like, with your feet in the dirt!
✧ Lifetime wish: the perfect garden.
✧ Required traits: green-thumb, loves the outdoors, eco-friendly, natural born cook, gatherer
✧ Career: Self-employed gardener
✧ Spouse: marriage allowed, must be a like-minded sim with an attraction score of at least 8 out of 10.
✧ Location: Twinbrook or Riverview.
✧ Limit on children: only one human child allowed.
✧ Max skills: gardening, cooking
✧ Prompts:
If you take your parents with you when you move towns, kick them out immediately.
Plant all base game plants/seeds.
If prompted, complete the Cheese, Steak, Egg and Omni Plant opportunity line.
Use apples or melons to influence the gender of your child.
Build a greenhouse in your garden.
Don’t have anything from the electronics catalogue in your house.
Grow a forbidden fruit.
Become a plant sim.
Use your own crops to make your meals.
Learn how to make Baked Angel Foodcake.
Generation four; the paranormal
Your parents love of nature and the environment has a great influence on you, but only with regards with being happy somewhere green. You find yourself living in a small gloomy town with a lot of history and oddities; two topics you find the most interesting.
✧ Lifetime wish: paranormal profiteer or master of mysticism.
✧ Required traits: eccentric, perceptive, genius, supernatural fan, charismatic.
✧ Career: ghost hunter or fortune teller (mystic path).
✧ Spouse: marriage allowed.
✧ Location: Midnight Hollow
✧ Limit on children: two, but the heir must be a ghost.
✧ Max skills: charisma, logic (if ghost hunter), alchemy (if fortune teller)
✧ Prompts:
Become friends with a ghost.
Get at least one of your kids (the heir) killed and resurrect them as a ghost.
Get Bonehilda as a maid.
Try to become friends with the Grim Reaper.
Own the graveyard (purchase property).
Open up a shop in town selling occult memorabilia (creepy toys/decorations).
Generation five; the spirit
Your parent's love of the paranormal lead to your accidental death and resurrection. You seem to be a spirit now, but you age just like everyone else. You don't stay long in your hometown before you start jetsetting across the globe to adventure.
✧ Lifetime wish: seasoned traveler or bottomless nectar cellar.
✧ Required traits: adventurous, commitment issues, disciplined, athletic, brave.
✧ Career: self-employed nectar maker, or 'relic hunter' (make your money selling relics at the consignment store back home.)
✧ Spouse: no marriage.
✧ Location: players-choice.
✧ limit on children: at least three, and the heir must become a vampire.
✧ max skills: martial arts, nectar making
✧ Prompts:
Don’t make any friends in your hometown, only abroad.
Learn all the songs from across the world.
Have a child from a local in each of the three vacation worlds.
Have a private museum with all of the unique relics you find during your adventures.
Gain visa level 3 in each vacation world.
Own a vacation home in each vacation world.
Grow plasma fruit and have a collection of plasma fruit nectar.
Generation six; the vampire
Born (or turned into) a creature of the night you struggled to maintain relationships with non-occults which lead to a dislike to anyone who wasn't like you. You end up finding yourself in a city that never sleeps with a thirst for something other than plasma.
✧ Lifetime wish: turn the town or heartbreaker
✧ Required traits: evil, flirty, star quality, charismatic, irresistible
✧ Career: Criminal, Emperor of Evil branch
✧ Spouse: unlimited.
✧ Location: Bridgeport
✧ Limit on children: no, but the heir must become a werewolf.
✧ Max skills: mixology, piano, Athletic
✧ Prompts:
Steal your parent’s plasma fruit nectar collection and take it with you to Bridgeport.
Reach level five celebrity status.
Kill each spouse after they have given you a child and then move on to a new spouse for the next one. (recommended mod)
Lure in your dates by making them romantic drinks and using ‘Make sim think about me’ and ‘hypnotic gaze’ interactions.
Raid the hospital and grocery store
Sleep on a Vampire Altar in your basement when you’re alone, but keep a normal bed upstairs for you and your (living) spouses.
Keep all of your spouses graves in your backyard.
Generation seven; the hound
After growing up in the big city, surrounded by odd looks and flashing lights; you want nothing more than a bit of peace and quiet. Oh, and some normality. You move to a hidden town in the mountains, away from all the hustle and bustle where you start your own life and maybe a family.
✧ Lifetime wish: Leader of the pack or Surrounded by family.
✧ Required traits: friendly, family-orientated, good, dog person, born salesperson.
✧ Career: part-time jobs, opportunities and consignments only.
✧ Spouse: marriage allowed.
✧ Location: Hidden Springs
✧ Limit on children: five, but the heir must become a witch.
✧ Max skills: photography
✧ Prompts:
Have a best friend and turn them into a werewolf.
Reach the max career level of all part time jobs.
Own two dogs and breed them to have a litter of puppies (that you can give up for adoption if you like).
Document your family life with your own personal camera and place your photo’s all over the house.
Have at least three small creatures as pets (bird, turtle, snake, lizard, or rodent).
Collect all (basegame) butterflies and keep them in jars.
Cure yourself with your heir’s elixir when you turn into an elder so you can live out your last days as a human.
Generation eight; the spellcaster
With such peculiar ancestors, magic brews within you. After growing up in Hidden Springs and noticing the slight magical occurrences around, you decide you need to be somewhere where magic has deep roots which is why you find yourself in Moonlight falls. You want to prove that you're just as much a witch as anyone else here, will you succeed in this venture?
✧ Lifetime wish: alchemy artisan or mystic healer.
✧ Required traits: bookworm, perfectionist, neurotic, virtuoso, cat person
✧ Career: self-employed alchemist
✧ Spouse: no marriage.
✧ Location: Moonlight Falls
✧ Limit on children: no, but the heir must become a fairy.
✧ Max skills: alchemy, violin.
✧ Prompts:
Create a werewolf cure for your parent once they’ve turned into an elder.
Win a spellcasting duel from another witch.
Turn your dresser into a magic portal.
Own the elixir consignment store as a property.
Use the Toadification Curse on your enemies.
Use the Thirst Curse on a vampire, killing them.
Bring back a vampire your killed as a zombie with the Reanimation Ritual.
Have a cat or small creature as your familiar.
When your kids get married, play the violin at their wedding.
Generation nine; the fae
After living in a town with such deep magical roots and pecularities all around, you feel like you blend in a little too much which drove you a little crazy - you dream of a life in the spotlight which provokes your move to a dazzling city that's all about stardom.
✧ Lifetime wish: Vocal legend or Magic Make over
✧ Required traits: social butterfly, insane, diva, party animal, natural born performer.
✧ Career: Singing profession
✧ Spouse: yes, two marriages; first with a human and last with a genie.
✧ Location: Starlight Shores
✧ Limit on children: no limit, but the heir must be a female genie.
✧ Max skills: guitar, charisma.
✧ Prompts:
As a teen, pull a bunch of fairy pranks on your classmates and/or siblings.
Obtain a genie lamp and free the genie.
Cheat on your spouse with the genie and then divorce your human spouse to marry the genie.
Keep up a garden/greenhouse with your bloom ability.
Use Aura of Creativity on yourself whenever you perform your music.
Throw a party for your fellow fairies in town inside a fairy house.
If you haven't chosen Magic Make over as your LTW, use inner bloom on at least five sims.
Generation ten; the wishgiver
Born from a fairy and a genie, you've always been told you were magical but after growing up near the beaches of Starlight Shores the only thing that seemed magical in your life was the sea, this inspired you to move somewhere that seems like it was created from your very own wishful love of the ocean.
✧ Lifetime wish: deepsea diver.
✧ Required traits: loves to swim, athletic, angler, loves the outdoors, loves the cold.
✧ Career: self employed diver.
✧ Spouse: no marriages.
✧ Location: Isla Paradiso (use the fixes!).
✧ Limit on children: three, but the heir must be a mermaid.
✧ Max skills: scuba diving, athletic
✧ Prompts:
Find all treasure chests on all diving lots.
Meet a mermaid/man, have at least one child with them and do not see the mermaid/man again after their birth.
Banish any sim that has a negative interaction with you.
Ensorcel your enemies and make them do your household chores.
Move into a houseboat.
Discover all uncharted islands.
Own a resort and upgrade it to the max level.
Teach your heir how to fish.
Generation eleven; the merchild
Your mother loved the sea so dearly which shines through you as you are a child of the ocean; a merchild. You never knew you merparent growing up but that never stopped you from seeking them out later in life. Your story and ancestry seems to hold so many mysterys, what will you uncover? As a natural swimmer with a love for humans, it’s only natural you become a life guard, using your skills to save lives on a daily basis, while in your free time you like to fish up your dinner.
✧ Lifetime wish: Presenting the perfect private aquarium
✧ Required traits: Loves the outdoors, loves the heat, charismatic, athletic, angler.
✧ Career: Life guard
✧ Spouse: someone you rescued
✧ Location: stay in Isla Paradiso
✧ Limit on children: none.
✧ Max skills: Fishing, athletic, charisma
✧ Prompts:
Don't meet your parent until young adulthood, befriend them to the max relationship.
Build a large swimming pool in your garden.
Create a private fishing pond on your lot and stock it with fish.
Only eat (raw or cooked) fish and kelp to satisfy your hunger.
Marry one of the sims you rescue during your job.
Once your parents are dead, sell their resort and use the money to become owner of a (quiet) beach property instead.
Someone on Mark's subreddit posted this review from someone named Esther Rosenfield and I just wanted to share my thoughts about it here, as well.
Great review except for the first part about "all he's ever had to do is point the camera at himself and start recording" "His playthrough of Iron Lung the game isn't even edited" and "Nothing about this man's work or the milieu in which he operated could have indicated to a rational thinking person that he had any talent as a filmmaker."
I'd like to think Mark's fandom is full of "rational thinking" people.. 🤨
It's clear that they only knew Mark from his Let's Plays and had no idea that he'd been steadily honing his filmmaking craft for pretty much his entire youtube career. His sketch comedies, ADWM, WKM, WMLW, The Your Welcome Tour, DAMIEN, WAIA, Heist, Space, even some of those Unus Annus videos like "Hunting Heehoo" as well as his mom's documentary "Markiplier from North Korea".. the evidence for his talent as a filmmaker has been extremely obvious to those paying attention. The way they talk about Youtubers (and youtuber viewers for that matter) oozes with deep disdain, which makes me feel very sad and frustrated. Youtubers are just people, like everyone else, with varying degrees of skill and creativity. Just bc some youtubers bomb in their filmmaking attempts doesn't mean every youtuber will- or that those youtubers who've bombed won't make something genuinely cool one day! I hate the idea that failing at something means you should just give up and that it should be a lesson to others not to even try.. As an artist myself, it's something I despise about the creative world. There's a sort of prestigious, elitist, gatekeep-y mentality. (This is not me defending the Paul brothers btw. Fuck them fr.) There is "good" and "bad" art in every creative sphere. What I mean is that judging all youtuber's abilities based on a few is so ridiculous when you zoom out and realize just HOW FUCKING MANY youtubers there are from every walk of life. The youtuber stigma needs to die and I'm so glad that Mark is helping to kill it.
I'm glad they liked it, though, and recognize it's pacing and such as intentional. I've seen far too many reviews call it "too slow" when it's clear they just prefer fast-paced, modern horror over the methodical dread of a good cosmic horror. They prefer clearly defined and thoroughly explained plot over vague, esoteric, existentialism. They prefer one-and-done experiences that are neatly wrapped up and answer every question. There's nothing wrong with preferring that, of course, but Iron Lung has always been about "the horror of the unknown". It's fine if Iron Lung isn't your thing, but imo Hollywood has truly corroded ppl's attention spans and ability to properly engage with and critique art.
can we talk about the fact that henley reeves was a skilled acrobat, gymnast, circus performer, escape artist, computer hacker, tech handyman, could outrun the guys in her stilettos, was talented in math and physics (taking measurements with just her hands, the chair thing) and was also very clearly a shakespeare reader (quoted him when she found the white rose in their first group scene)? Renaissance Woman Fr!
