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[dylandunsmore]

@dawson-x-young​

The path to Dawson’s cottage was well familiarised to the youngest Dunsmore sibling. How that fact came to be she really doesn’t remember. Sometime about her persistence and desire to escape her reality, and the fact he was a big dumb giant who was easily persuaded by food. Okay, he wasn’t dumb but she couldn’t let him know she thought highly of him. It would go to his head. That big beautiful head of his.

Dawson Young was a fantasy. Someone who Dylan could never be. Rich. Successful. Handsome. Charming. Disgustingly perfect in the best of ways. He had a beautiful home that he owned, grew vegetables that he gave Dylan freely, and animals that felt safe under his nurturing touch. Dylan on the other hand was untamed, loud, lived budgeting every penny and felt lost in this part of town. 

They were incompatible in so many ways, and yet his presence comforted her. It drove her nuts sometimes. Why would he spare her the time of day? What does he get out of this friendship, this companionship, other than a stray plate of food now and then? No one was this nice. It wasn’t normal. One day it would turn on her, this little piece of fantasy she’d carved out with him. One day it would leave her heartbroken. Alone. But not today.

As she enters his property from the street she out of habit looks around, scanning the space to find him. How does someone own so much land? She didn’t even own the bedroom she slept it. When she didn’t find him in his vegetable garden she looked to the animals, finding his figure towering over the chickens that fed from him joyfully. Is that what she looked like when he gave her treats?

“When they have babies next I’m naming one Nugget,” is how she greets him as she makes her way over. “You would have custody of him though. Colton might have a problem with a chicken running around the place.” Not that her roommate was home very often.

[monstersintheparasols]

Luca generally found these formal events rather dull but when it was mentioned they could bring a guest, he instantly thought to Chloe. Maybe it was a sentimental reason but he had not seen her dolled up for a formal event such as this since the Christmas party in the office where they ended up sharing their first kiss. He remembered back then how he could not keep his eyes off her all night and remembered it being the first time he felt like he felt guilt for looking at another woman that way. Did he regret what happened? Absolutely not. It was the start of a new beginning which he truly would cherish forever even if initially he had no idea about this.

Currently, Luca sat on the edge of the leather chesterfield waiting for Chloe to come out from the bedroom presumably doing some finishing touches to her outfit. She had been in there for a fair while but as he had understood over the years, women could take a long time to get ready. Looking down to his Armani wrist watch, the dark haired male gave a sigh as he got up from his seat and stood by the mirror across the mantle piece to adjust look in the mirror adjusting his black bow tie. "Are you nearly ready, honey?"

@shinebrightchloestarr

[fishingforsims]

Gen Five - Yellow

Dusk and Solar Thread

Citrine - Jasper - Topaz

[stretchingsound]

‘Control Illumination’

This piece is a response to Lee’s ‘The Lizard Woman From the Dawn of Time Will Save Us’. It is a commentary on the current state of the media and communication, pointing to a reality where AI algorithms are used to keep valuable information from the public in order to keep the peace.

[stretchingsound]

The Lizard Woman From the Dawn of Time Will Save Us

I have responded to Aubree's joyful collaged expression of connection with friends with my hot take on the opposite of love and connection. The playwright David Williamson speaks in the first part of his disdain for neoliberalism (taken from an interview on ABC Radio National), and the lack of social responsibility therein. I have taken screen shots from the anti-social media platform FB for further insights into social irresponsibility to accompany my son's voiceover of one of them. He did question why I asked him to read something so ridiculous. To counter the cold words: a pompom. I have footage and stills from a Doctor Who episode. Doctor Who embodies those attributes of human/alien connection, love, social responsibility and humanity. I have taken a sample of the gun shots at the end of the M.I.A. song “Paper Planes”. I have added distorted strings I recorded from the GarageBand app.

[challengemyfate-archive]

Misfortune [Challengemyfate]

Lucina smiled weakly, shaking her head slightly. She then stumbled again, before bracing herself against the nearest wall.

"Don’t worry… It was an accident. You didn’t mean to drop that. And… You… You don’t need to worry about paying for it… I have enough money to pay on my own… But I would appreciate some help getting there, first…" She murmured, placing her hand on her head again.

True, the cuts weren’t so severe that she would bleed to death because of them… But she was bleeding, and there was blood on her hand as well.

"I mean… If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, I would appreciate the help…" She added, the dizziness causing her to sway again.

[arisenfelldragon]

Gods be still, what a beautiful sight. He had a look of worry upon his face, but in all honesty, he was smitten with his handiwork. Look at all that delicious blood drooling down her body... She needed to get hurt again. No, she needed to be torn open! Muhah!

Coming back to reality.

"Oh..." he said with a tone of melancholy in his voice. He half expected her to turn down the offer, which is why he offered in the first place. Then reality set in once more....

"I'm afraid I'd be of no use to you then... I've always been rather safe and healthy here in Ylisstol so I'm actually not entirely sure where they might be... If it's any consolation, I would be fine with accompanying you in your search..." 

Great, his backhanded plea of assistance now has him looking a tad suspicious. He had to divert his reasoning.

"Though, I do believe one of my commissionees would know of a healer."

[shslspellinggirl]

I know who I was when I got up this morning.

Alice wasn't quite sure how to feel about being in this hospital. Why, waking up in a strange place was how many a grand adventure began, surely, but this strange place didn't seem like the best place to have exciting adventures, really.

However, there were people all around, and Alice liked meeting new people almost as much as she liked finding new books to read! In all honesty, having people stand in front of her instead of just reading about what they were doing in a book was still a rather novel concept to Alice.

This was why, when she spotted someone walking down a corridor in front of her, she wasn't quite sure how to get their attention eventually deciding on just walking up right behind them and cheerfully announcing. "Hello!"