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🌪️ Welcome to the Hot Tea Legacy

Meet Briar Lane and Davon Colbert—two lives colliding in all the wrong ways.

Briar learned early that stability was something other people had. She left her parents’ house young and spent years couch-surfing with friends, hookups, and anyone who’d let her crash for the night. Her mother? Cold, calculated, wildly successful—and remarried to a rich man younger than herself. Her father? A different story entirely. He lives just a few trailers down from Briar in Oasis Springs, barely scraping by, usually found shaking a cup for spare change to fund his next drink.

After years of scraping and surviving, Briar finally saved enough to rent a run-down trailer of her own. It’s falling apart, but it’s hers. Her landlord—and neighbor—is Johnny Zest, which feels fitting in a way she can’t quite explain.

She meets Davon Colbert one night at a bar after agreeing to “just a couple drinks” with a friend. Davon is charming, confident, older—everything Briar isn’t. To her, he looks like a knight in shining armor.

Except knights don’t go home to a wife and a newborn baby.

When Briar learns the truth, she doesn’t walk away. Davon promises her a better life. He swears he’s leaving his wife. He tells her she deserves more than the hand she was dealt—and Briar wants to believe him.

Things unravel fast. Davon discovers Briar has also been sleeping with his best friend from college, and the fantasy cracks. Briar is unemployed, hustling odd jobs just to keep the lights on, rarely holding more than a hundred dollars in her bank account at a time. She dreams of opening a bakery one day—until then, she sells baked goods out of her trailer… and sometimes sells a photo or a steamy video online when the bills don’t wait.

Davon, on the other hand, is a well-known chef. He’s established. Comfortable. He already has a home, a family, and a life that Briar will never truly fit into. The age gap says it all—20 and 36, two people at wildly different stages, pretending the imbalance doesn’t matter.

But secrets never stay buried, and promises made in the dark don’t always survive the daylight.

This is only the beginning.

🔥 Welcome to the Hot Tea Legacy. And the tea? It’s already boiling.

Poses by @ashlegacies

Davon by @Thesimgurl15 on the gallery

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Secrets of the Freezer Bunny Episode 5: Across a Crowded Room

It was Cassandra’s first prom. She stood at the mirror, smoothing the ebony ruffles of her dress, admiring the way the layers caught the light. She was a little unsure, a little shy about her bare shoulders — but she loved it. Finding nothing else to improve upon, she took a steadying breath and left for the dance.

She was going solo, but so were plenty of others. The old-fashioned notion of always arriving with a partner was fading. The auditorium shimmered with soft lights, the music was lively, and the air buzzed with teenage anticipation. Cassandra filled out her ballot for Prom Royalty and Jester, not knowing every name but she enjoyed feeling like she was a part of it all.

Then, across the crowded room, her eyes found him. A slim, dark-haired figure in black and maroon. He looked up, their gazes locked, and without a word he moved smoothly to a loveseat. He kept his eyes on her as she crossed the floor and sat down beside him.

This was Nyon Specter. Cassandra had heard his name before — always half-whispered, never with certainty. Some said he carried a birthmark shaped like a scythe, possibly hinting at his father’s grim identity. Others swore he kept company with ghosts, that he could hear voices in the silence. Whatever the truth, the shadows clung to him like a second skin.

And yet, beside him, Cassandra felt only quiet. She was not exactly a stranger to the spooky or the creepy, as she had grown up in the dark Goth Mansion, a house children had been scared to walk past for generations. Sparse words drifted between them, but the pauses felt natural, comfortable, almost companionable.

In a lull, her favorite song filled the room, lifting her gaze to the dancefloor. Nyon followed her glance, and after a moment, leaned towards her. His voice was low, almost conspiratorial. “We could have a dance, if you’d like. But not here. Let’s go outside.”

Delighted, Cassandra rose, following him through the back doors into the night. The music and chatter fell away, replaced by a cool night breeze that tugged gently at her hair. They swayed together under muted stars and crescent moon, a private dance far removed from the crowd.

When they returned to the throng, the announcements had begun. Cassandra heard nothing of who had won. She was still floating, her skin buzzing, lost in the memory of the soft evening air, the almost unworldly awareness of his presence — and the strange thrill of brushing so close to a dark mystery wrapped in the form of a solemn and gangly teenage boy.

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Secrets of the Freezer Bunny Episode 4: A Thief in the Night

The Goth household had only just begun to settle after the arrival of Isaac Bolin when the peaceful slumber of their home was again disrupted. Literally a thief in the night! She crept through the front door quietly, but not unnoticed. Isaac, who had apparently been seated in his favorite place at the beautiful grand piano leapt up, shouting a warning. He woke the household like an alarm, but was otherwise not helpful as he did little else but panic uselessly.

The smirking intruder, apparently confident in her success, crept deeper into the house. A surprise awaited her in the kitchen though, a shadowed form in a silky nightgown, unnoticed by the comically tiptoeing villain. Rising from behind her like an avenging angel or perhaps a grinning demon, Bella leapt into action. Through the chaos, Bella’s eyes gleamed — disturbingly calm, almost amused, as if she had been waiting for this opportunity. Triumphant, she smoothed her hair and exited through the back of the kitchen as the burglar fled through the front, streaking past still whimpering Isaac, and a startled Cassandra.

Later, having put Alexander back to bed, over family favorite Shadowberry Tea, Bella tried to help Cassandra calm down while Mortimer checked all the doors and windows and called to make a police report. “She seemed almost frightened, Mother! What could have scared her so much in the kitchen?” she asked, throwing up her hands in disbelief. Bella, cool and calm as a placid lake, smiled faintly into her glass. “So strange, darling. I have no idea.”

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Secrets of the Freezer Bunny The Goth Family, Episode 2: The Unwelcome Guest

Upon returning to the house one day, Mortimer found Bella in pleasant conversation with a total stranger. She introduced him as Isaac Bolin, explaining he needed a place to stay for a few days. When asked how they knew each other, she merely said they had met through work. Mortimer was accustomed to Bella’s evasions on the subject of her career, and he tried to be respectful — after all, he knew she held high security clearance.

But as the days wore on, Isaac made himself at home. He laughed easily with Bella and even managed to coax a smile from Cassandra over breakfast, a rare feat in the mornings. Something about him unsettled Mortimer. Their conversations always seemed to veer into arguments, as though Isaac enjoyed pressing every button he had.

The breaking point came when Isaac barged into the bathroom, delivering a rambling monologue about horses while Mortimer was preparing for a bath. That was the last straw.

Finding Bella sorting through boxes in the attic, Mortimer demanded to know who this Isaac Bolin really was. Surprised by his anger, Bella softened instantly. She assured him Isaac would be gone by morning, adding with a faint, enigmatic smile that he had been planning to leave tomorrow anyway.

Later, from the staircase, Mortimer caught sight of Bella speaking quietly to Isaac before his departure. Her words were gentle, comforting. He wondered if he had only imagined that slight smile in the attic…or if there were things in his own home he would never truly understand.