Under the cut are some little social media mockups created for the verse that Harry shares with the lovely muse of Xan Brook over at @webreak!

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Under the cut are some little social media mockups created for the verse that Harry shares with the lovely muse of Xan Brook over at @webreak!
🛏️ Harry & Xan’s bedroom at home in London vs the estate
send 🛏️ for a descriptions or picture of my muse's bedroom
I ended up making them in the sims cos I thought it could be a fun way to see them! I've put screenshots under the cut.
Warning / Bash
For @webreak
[ WARNING ]: when the receiver begins to say things about subjects that are off-limits to the sender, the latter gives them a warning by saying "hey…".
“What? You’ve got a monopoly on dead brothers now?”
The first week of grief hadn’t been easy, but the silent and shut in version of Alex was different from this beast of pain and twisted misery. The drunken, foul mouthed, vengeful creature who couldn’t stand the useless comfort of others. It wouldn’t help her feel less alone. It wouldn’t help her feel less trapped. Nothing she could say or do would change the situation. And his snippy little attempt at warning of crossing a line seemed to be a red rag to a bull. She had been gulping her drinks and spoiling for a fight, looking for an excuse to get some blood on her knuckles. To make someone, anyone, pay for a burden that didn’t belong to them.
“Go on, give me a fucking lecture- since you’re the fucking expert. Or does it matter more that you wash off his blood? Is that what gives you the right to act like a prick?”
Her glass made a hard thunk on the wood of the table, uncaring at the looks she was starting to receive. The Swing was supposed to be a place of safety and amnesty, and she wasn’t abiding by the code of not attracting attention. “Either get me another or fuck off.”
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ / aidan
a meme, probably from @webreak
Cee likes clubs and bars because they're loud. Too loud to think. And busy; bodies pressing up against you till you can't breathe, that feeling like you're going to be crushed. She loves it. And she knows that's weird, it's not something she regularly admits, because it would mean admitting she can't be with her own thoughts for more than ten minutes. That sometimes, if no one touches her for days, she begins to think she might not be real. A ghost in her own home; that when she speaks, no one is going to hear her. She'll fade away with this realization; she'll disappear.
This is all to say, that she feels this much less these days. She likes the bar on a Sunday, with a couple staff members cleaning up from the night before, nothing on the speakers, and Aidan behind the bar. He seems to be trying to impress her or get her drunk. The new cocktail slides over to her and Aidan grins, "here, give this a try and tell me what you think."
Cee sips and considers, looking like she's gearing up for a well-thought-out review that will inform the bar menu for years to come. Add a little of this, remove that, and shake with ice for longer. "Nice," she finally nods, "just enough vodka that I'm going to give you head in your office later."
"You're beautiful." / Gethin & Didi
💅 DAMN RIGHT 💅
Still Accepting.
"I've just woken up." And honestly, she's a little mortified. She hasn't preened yet. She knows she's the most gorgeous creature to walk on this Earth, but she's not even ready. Her hair's frizzy. She hasn't done her skincare routine. She hasn't let a bedmate wake up before her without being safely under the covers since...
Well, she can't actually remember.
"You've got to raise your standards." It's said semi-playfully, her sleepy gaze narrowing at him, even when he starts laughing. "This is very, very serious. You're so in love with me. You're sooo in love with me!" It's said in such an accusatory tone that even she can't stop the way her own laughter starts to punctuate her words. "No, s—stop— take this seriously. You think this subpar morning version is beautiful. Weirdo— how do you even get through the rest of the day when I'm at full power?"
smash or pass / xan
SMASH OR PASS! / [ MEME HERE! no prior shipping required! ]
" hmm... i'd go with smash again. that is, if it works with your busy schedule! i can't imagine it's terribly easy to juggle filming a hit television show, right? "
smash or pass / fiadh
SMASH OR PASS! / [ MEME HERE! ]
" smash. no point in pretending otherwise, is there? besides, i'm not really known for my subtlety. i'm as well off to be direct! but something tells me you're not surprised, either way. "
/ Fiadh 🥰
bingo meme
so close yet so far to a bingo but 50% of the grid isn't bad