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missust3l3vision · 18 days ago

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Blue Hair

Description: You dye your hair and Joost really likes it, but he can tell something caused this.

Dating Joost was magical, but distant at times. You were stuck in Amsterdam while he toured around the world, never sticking around too long.

In-between the tour dates you had a bit of a breakdown. The feeling of missing your boyfriend as well as miney troubles had you do something without thinking. Nothing extreme, just enough that you needed change.

That's how you had landed in a salon chair staring at a blue headed woman who stared back at you in the mirror. You sat down numb and now were feeling a lot of things.

It was beautiful but different. The smell of hair spray had been strong, enough to make your eyes water.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day blueberry?" The stylist asked as she fluffed your hair.

"Oh nothing," as soon as the words escaped you the realisation hit you. At 6pm you had dinner plans with Joost. He was home for a week and you had completely forgot.

Getting back to your apartment you put on a nice dress, retouched your make up, and texted him confirming plans.

And now here you were. Waiting in the foyer of your apartment building. Pacing back and fourth when you got a text.

💬 Outside :)

Fuck. You needed more time, sending a thumbs up to him you walked out. He was sitting in his car fiddling with something on his phone. Joost didn't notice you until you got in the car, his head raising.

"Hey," you said sliding in and clicking on your seat belt. His eyes widened as they surveyed the change, "Do you like it?"

"Ja. A lot" He reached his hand out about to touch your hair before jerking back "Can I touch it?" Getting the nod of approval from you, he grinned wide.

You had known him for a long time, and yet everytime he smiled you felt the same bubbling sensation in your chest. As his finger curled around a piece of the hair he spoke.

"Its awesome. I've been wanting to do blue but seeing it on you? It's gorgeous." He let go and handed you the phone you saw he had been setting up a queue.

All your favourite songs with a few of his sprinkled in. Hitting start the cars speakers came to life and he began to drive.

You used to tease Joost about not having his licence, so much that one day he came home with a car key and papers in hand. He was so smug.

Now you sat in that same car, your eyes set on the street as you and your boyfriend hummed along to the music.

"What made you think to do it?" Joost asked during a slower song, stopping at a red light. You could feel his eyes on you.

"Nothing made me, I wanted to do it." You spoke. Your voice unsure. A long pause followed. One where you could taste the lie on your tongue.

Ans still Joost said nothing. Just tapping his hand against the steering wheel softly. Maybe it was having him back that made you go on.

"I think you being away might have had a bit of an impact. Not that it's your fault. I was just feeling lonely."

You confessed, his hands stopped strumming and he let out a small sigh, you didn't want to but your first instinct was to apologise.

"I'm sorry-" he cut you off, his eyes turned down and voice clear.

"No. I'm sorry. I should have come home weeks ago, I was stupid to stay." His hand lifted from the wheel and held your hand. "If you are ever really missing me call me Liefde, I'll be on the first plane back."

You squeezed his hand and nodded. He had told you that a dozen times and it still never helped the ache inside you.

"I know, but I can't bring myself to do that. Taking you away from all the fun? I'd be a horrible girlfriend." Joost shook his head.

"Y/n, You are anything but. Here when we get to dinner I'm going to make some calls. I'll stay home till July. Then when I go on tour I want you there with me." He said his hand not leaving yours.

"But my job, I can't lose it." You defended, in reality you hated your job, and with how much he made you didn't need the money. You just didn't think he'd want you there.

"Schat. Please come with me. You don't know how much it pains me to leave you for weeks at a time. Having you there with me I'd be the happiest man alive."

"Do you mean it?" You asked, voice cracking.

"On one condition." You held your breath, the worst scenarios running through your mind. "I can dye my hair blue too."

Letting out a laugh you had been holding in since the last time he made you laugh, you had tears in your eyes you were laughing so hard.

The joke was nothing special, but everything else that surrounded it gave you such a ethereal feeling.

"So it's decided. You're coming on tour with me," He gave you a goofy grin. "Alanis has been begging me to have you join." He tells you as you pull into the parking lot of your favourite restaurant.

Leaning across the middle console you leaned in and kissed him. Red lipstick mark on his chin as you pulled back.

"I can't wait."

@xoxoxyra

#joost boyfriend #joost x you #joost klein fic #joost x reader #joost klein #joostblr

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meshiinuma · 1 year ago

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shoko has such an accurate hand. she has to, of course, what with her carving people apart every other day. you think she likes cutting into the flesh of mango more than that of something that once lived.

she turns to you with another cube pierced through a fork, silently held to your mouth.

you open. close. chew.

suguru picked an extra juicy one this time. he has such an amazing sense for those things.

shoko turns back to the big bowl of cubed mango she was cutting up for satoru (every time he tries to eat it off the skin, his throat closes up. shoko suspects an allergy to the skin.), while he was inside the house looking for his bluetooth speaker.

the mango bowl that sat between you and shoko on the picnic blanket tempted you to pluck a cube out and pop it into your mouth. so you did.

unfortunately, right before you could wrap your lips around the fruit, suguru popped up out of nowhere and took the sweetness straight from your hands.

he just chewed happily as you steamed in anger next to him.

to pay you back, suguru grabbed another mango from the bowl and slipped it between your lips. as you chewed, his hand trailed down from your mouth down to your chin. you swallowed and another mango chunk was already at your mouth.

shoko dropped the knife onto the cutting board next to her and shifted to flop onto you.

"i don't even know why i do all of this for him. it's funnier to watch his throat close." she was joking, of course.

"because you're in love!" you sing songed into her face as you guided a forkful of mango to shoko's mouth.

her lips wrapped around the utensil and she slipped the fruit off the prongs.

"mm. means you and i are in love too. i don't think any of us would've come outside if it weren't for satoru bringing it up every week." suguru's right, the three of you were so busy with your own out of the home affairs that none of you would've thought to set aside some time to soak up the sun.

"speaking of our dearly beloved lover," you laid back into suguru's chest after maneuvering to sit in his lap, "where is he?"

just then the patio door slammed open.

"i found it!" he cheered into the empty space of the backyard.

"yay!" you cheered back as satoru approached.

he set down his little blue speaker and pulled out his phone, presumably to set a queue up.

"ah, ah! wait!" you stopped him and dragged over the bowl of strawberries (not without the help of suguru's long arm).

"say ahh!" a juicy looking strawberry was pierced through the fork you had previously used to feed shoko.

satoru followed your instructions and opened his mouth wide, "ahhh...!" he leaned forward to chomp the fruit the second it got close enough to him.

"i did so much hard work and you're feeding him strawberries i cut?" shoko protested from below you, but the smirk on her face betrayed her feelings.

"my deepest apologies, your majesty, i never realized what back breaking labor you perform day and night." you proclaimed dramatically and caught three pieces of mango onto the fork prongs.

gently, you took hold of shoko's face and brought her up a bit further so you could look up close as she savored the fruits of her labor.

she sucked the mango off the fork, holding your gaze and your hand holding the fork handle.

before pulling away and leaving her with the fork, you pecked her lips and nuzzled your forehead into her own.

you turned to satoru as he tapped around his music app. eventually he clicked something that made something soft and distinctly lovey in tune float through the speaker he brought out.

"c'mere big boy," an uncut strawberry was clutched in your fingers, the tapered side held out to his mouth.

satoru perked up and with a smile he wrapped his lips around the pseudocarp and bit gently into the ripe flesh. strawberry stained his already pink lips further.

the little bits of strawberry that weren't caught by satoru's hungry maw were nibbled off by your own. while you picked away at his scraps, shoko gently pushed the bowl of mango towards satoru.

"i really don't understand why you deny your allergy, satoru."

now she's done it.

"because i do not have an allergy to the skin of mango, sho-ko." he defends after consuming some carefully peeled and sliced mango chunks, "but, thank you for cutting mango for me." and satoru leaned forward to peck her on the lips. but a peck is never just a peck for satoru gojo, oh absolutely not.

one brush over the lips, barely constituting as a peck, turns into another firmer one. he's cradling her face in his palms as he gives her one big smack on her forehead. shoko has her face tilted up, like those pictures of cats satoru sends in the groupchat, the ones having their ears pressed down and head cupped by their owners.

in the meantime, suguru and you take turns passing the fruit fork between each other, feeding each little slice to each other. sweetness drips out of your pores.

suddenly, satoru collapses onto your lap and looks up to you with hooded lids, "i don't think we should listen to shoko for medical advice."

"didn't she catch your pneumonia way before it happened?" suguru asked.

"you really think we're asking her advice for anything non-medical?" you tacked on afterwards.

"hey!...you're completely right," she deflates onto her side and sinks into the plush of suguru's thigh. your fingers card through her cocoa locks, fiddling with the ends when you'd get there.

suguru chuckles and moves to give satoru more strawberry slices while you rifle through his pockets for a lone hair tie.

he starts to giggle suddenly, "that tickles!" you found a silky black scrunchie in the deep deep pockets of suguru's cargo shorts, not without brushing parts of his leg that were the most sensitive (he never had the looming threat of siblings wiggling their fingers in every crevice of his body when he was younger).

"sorry," you lean to brush your lips against his exposed bicep and dance your fingers around his armpit. suguru squeals and shoves your shoulder away. all you do is chuckle at his misfortune.

you turn back down to shoko, whos fiddling with the ends of satoru's hair and swiping leftover fruit juice away from the corner of his mouth. something so warm and loving is shining through her eyes, it almost chokes you up.

gently, her hair is collected in your hands. shoko spares you a single glance and a smile before melting back into suguru's thigh. you move the hair as high as possible onto her head (she hates how low and loose ponytails feel, either her hair is down and free or it's all in one place, no inbetween). any fly aways are quickly collected and you tie off the ponytail. just to make sure it's on tight enough, you split the hair in two and tug lightly.

shoko hums and grabs a fork to spear chunks of mango and strawberry through. she offers the utensil to your mouth. her way of showing gratitude.

you suck the fruit off in the same manner as she had earlier, staring into her big brown gems of knowledge and holding the hand that fed you. in addition to the action, you teasingly swipe at her retreating fingers with your tongue. shoko wrinkles her nose.

suddenly, suguru's arms wrap around satoru and shoko. his hands clasp together in front of you, ensnaring you into his addictingly comforting (and sticky with fruit) hold.

"what are you-" shoko starts, but suguru just silently leans back until his back hits the picnic blanket, taking the three of you down with him.

his grip loosens, but no one makes the move to get up. you shift and curl up onto his torso, laying your head in your folded arms. satoru scoots himself up until his head is somewhere around suguru's shoulder. his arm is thrown over your own body until his hand reaches shoko. she curls herself into you, as far as she can, and loosely clutches onto satoru's hand.

then, something semi-urgent enters your mind, "what about the fruit? bugs are gonna get to it," suguru groans and moves to slide out from under the three of you, but satoru beats him to it. sluggishly, your white haired lover rises and covers the bowls of fruit leaking sweet nectar. you'll return to them sometime soon. maybe.

satoru tucks himself back into the pocket of softness and love that the three of you left open for him. you think you feel the same completion you felt the day all four of you got married, laying in the shade with the spoils of suguru's grocery trip scattered all around your lovers.

#:: meshiinuma #sashisu x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru getou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x shoko x reader x suguru #jjk x reader #jjk

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accessarkive · 2 months ago

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The Laceum Woman

“They say grief takes many forms. Mine lives in channel 83, between the noise and the detergent ads.”

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I loved my husband.

John was the manager at Romeo’s Pizza and Pasta - one of those off brand places that tries to feel like a family restaurant but always smells faintly like fryer oil and bleach. Better than Olive Garden. Cheaper too. With huge portions. Stupid huge.

He’d bring home leftovers for family movie nights with the kids, and we’d queue up the latest rental from Netflix’s envelope. We still had the kind that came in the mail - two a month, usually, and always scratched to pieces.

Lately, though, things had changed. Some new regional manager started breathing down his neck at work, and John was bringing that stress home. He didn’t talk about it much - he just started falling asleep in front of the TV.

I didn’t think much of it at first. Just background noise to drown out the bad day.

But as the days went on he grew more distant… not just tired - it was like his mind was somewhere else.

One night, around 2:00 AM, I woke up to find his side of the bed empty again. The house was dark, except for that flicker. The soft glow of static and odd hues of color bouncing off the hallway walls.

I went to the living room, expecting to find him asleep on the couch.

But he wasn’t.

He was sitting upright, eyes wide, and dry. Fingers fumbling desperately with the remote. Just flipping through channels, one after another, like he was searching for something in the sea of advertisements and late-night programming.

The remote was slick in his hand, his thumb was raw, red, like he had been pressing the same button for hours. Maybe longer.

Then he stopped.

It was her.

She was perfect. Like a woman from a dream. The hero’s dead wife in every action movie. Big 1980s hair, lip gloss that shimmered like mercury. Her smile didn’t flicker with the TV - it cut through it. And in her arms: a jug of Laceum’s Detergent, held like a newborn. She turned, winked. But the commercial didn’t end.

John staggered forward - so close to the screen that his ragged breathing fogged the glass. His fingers trembled as he reached out, drawn to her.

And then - to my surprise. She reached back.

Her hand hovered just inches from his. Like she could see him too. Then the commercial ended.

John blinked, turned, and drifted past me like a sleepwalker. Like I wasn’t even there. That night and every night after, it was the same.

2:00 AM. The flicker of static. The constant clicks of the remote. He would be there, searching, and waiting for her.

The Woman in the Laceum commercial.

I needed to know more. I went to store after store, aisle after aisle, but none of them carried it. “Never heard of it,” one clerk told me. “Are you sure that’s even a real brand?” It was like it never existed.

So I used my phone and snuck a picture of her. Searched online for the actress - reverse image, ad databases, and casting agencies. Nothing. No name. No match. She didn’t exist anywhere that could be traced.

Then one night, I heard her voice.

It was soft and sweet like cotton candy dissolving on the tongue.

”Johnny,” she whispered. “I’m ever so lonely. If only you could join me.”

Tears streamed down John’s cheeks as he crawled forward. And then - he slammed his head against the glass.

”Try again,” she whispered.

Then… a sharp CRACK.

The static warped and buckled. The screen distorted like melting plastic. And this time - he went through it.

I screamed and ran to him. His body was halfway inside the screen, twitching. I grabbed his arms, pulled with everything I had. And then I saw them.

Her hands. Red nails. Pale skin. Pulling him deeper.

I braced myself, feet against the cabinet, and yanked - until he collapsed into my arms. The screen buzzed behind us. Unshattered and untouched. So I pulled the plug.

John slept for what seemed like hours, like nothing had happened. When he finally awoke, he didn’t remember a thing. He said it was a dream. Just static.

I threw away that old TV the next morning. Smashed it in the alley and dragged it to the curb. The kids were sad however, so we pooled our paychecks and bought a new flatscreen. Bigger and better in every way.

For a little while, it felt like things got better. Until I woke up one day, and he was gone. No note. No texts. No one at work had seen him.

I didn’t sleep that night. Just stared at the TV. Channel after channel. Endlessly.

Until I saw him.

Smiling. Holding a bottle of Laceum detergent. And she was there too - arms wrapped around him. I ran to the screen and screamed, tears running down my face.

”John! Can you hear me?” I cried. “Come home.”

He didn’t react. His smile was perfect but so very empty.

She turned. Her lips curled into a soft satisfied grin.

“He already is.”

The channel changed. But for just a moment… her silhouette lingered.

A woman smiling in the static.

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Case marked: UNRESOLVED Entry preserved per Protocol 7: Digital Entities.

Threat Data:

Class: CRIMSON

Suggested Action: Containment

(Visual/Mental anomaly with recurring influence pattern. Subject demonstrates sentient behavior, emotional targeting, and medium migration.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

#monster #creepypasta #monster fiction #horror fiction #short story #short horror story #horror #writers on tumblr #analog horror #TheArkive #oc: LaceumWoman

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b4kuch1n · 2 years ago

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Hi! it's dember and some stuff has Happened and I am now in need of a buffer between now and lunar new year. so I'm opening for

digital ink commission

How this works is

comms will open for one hour at a time or until 5 pieces are in the queue, whichever condition comes later

I will edit and reblog this post when it opens or closes, so if you're not sure if I'm taking comms or not please click through to the original post to check!

I will take commissions via email to [email protected]; please include visual or textual references as well as your PayPal email in your inquiry.

a confirmation email will be sent out once your commission's added to the queue. I reserve the right to turn down any commission I receive (in which case I'll also tell you via email)

payment will be through PayPal - please wait for the invoice before paying - and made in full before I start on your commission.

there will be no sketch revision. please keep this in mind when preparing your references

UPDATE 30/12/2023: Commission closed! Thank you very much for the support!

#bakuspeech #commission #art commission #commission info #gods. this headache is Not one I anticipated. it'll be alright but we're gonna have to tough it out for a bit #hey if you send in a commission thank you very much. I hope you have a good day #once again it might take me a hot sec to get to ur comm bc 1/the queue might be long and 2/I am still bit shit from the flu #so I'm just gonna be. a bit slower than usual. sorry #anyways I'll get back to this in an hour and tally it up. thanks for sticking around thanks for hangin out if uve been hangin out

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vetteltea · 2 years ago

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Mick Schumacher and Hot Soup In The Cold [no warnings]

Day 10 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

Note: Dedicated to one of my absolute favourite MS47 writers on this platform, @thisismeracing. Millie is a complete babe and I genuinely am in awe of every single thing that is written. I really hope this brings up to the standard you write Mick!

The lock of the ornate oak door clicks; a sound which echoes through the open-plan hallway and into the kitchen. There’s two sounds of footsteps; the first are scattery, nails digging into the floor and the undeniable sound of a tail smacking into the carefully organized suitcases. The second are heavy boots, carefully closing the heavy door and the faint curse in German, panic settling when the cases begin to wobble.

You’ve sensed them before you see them; Angie comes scampering into the kitchen, letting out a singular bark to alert you of her presence. Immediately, you’re crouching down, coos falling from your lips as the puppy nuzzles into your touch, her pink tongue coming out to graze against your fingers. The sensation always feels weird, laughing as she continues to lie across the floor, basking in your attention.

Heavy footsteps into the kitchen don’t cause you to glance up, not until you hear his voice. It’s not his voice, but the tiny whine he lets out, clearly hoping for some of the attention which was currently being directed towards the four-legged companion.

Eyes widen when you finally look up to catch a glance of your boyfriend. He’s wrapped up in so many layers; you had insisted before he left the house, knowing all-too-well that the temperatures had dramatically dropped overnight. Even through his jumper, coat and hat, you can see him visibly shivering; his nose is scarlet from the harsh weather outside. There was no snow, no ice, it was just undeniably cold.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You play along after his pout, standing up from where you had been previously settled, two hands resting on either side of his face, his icy skin immediately warming underneath your touch. Gently, you find yourself leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his red nose, the coolness immediately numbing your own skin. “You’re so cold, Mick!”

“I know.” He pouts, attempting to wiggle closer into your touch, lips pushing forward for another kiss. Of course, you comply, quickly pressing your lips to his before pulling away, turning to wash your hands whilst your boyfriend’s eyes widen upon seeing the counter.

Atop of the induction hob was an empty pot, remains of your well-known chicken noodle soup lingered in the bottom. His heart tightens for a moment; there was no way you would have made his favorite soup and not saved him any whatsoever? Instead, blue eyes peek onto the two thermos cups, both steaming from their content. It clicks in his head, though he speaks to clarify his thoughts are right.

“Are they for the drive- the soups-” He clarifies when you turn around from the sink, wiping your hands on your trouser leg.

“Yeah, I really don’t want to deal with the McDonald’s queue again.” You visibly shiver, remembering how long-winded the previous drive up to the Schumacher Home had been after Mick insisted on stopping off for lunch. The thirty-minute wait for a cheeseburger, chicken nuggets and cold fries whilst a woman in front of you demanded a full refund was something to be forgotten.

You had bypassed that this year; whilst Mick took Angie for a speedy walk around the area whilst you packed up the final pieces of the luggage, you had also made a batch of Chicken Soup; over the past three years, if you had learnt anything, it was that the boy could not resist that meal. So much so, that when you turned around to pack the flasks into your own bag, you had frozen in your spot.

His pink, pouted lips had made a home over the edge of the flask, already drinking the soup, lips becoming tighter when a noodle came to the brim of the cup. His eyes widen upon the realization of what he’s done; without even thinking, he’s chugged half of his soup as if it was water.

You laugh. You actually laugh at him. It’s something you’ve grown to expect from Mick; like the world spins and racecars sprint around a track, he will always take your soup before it’s even been wrapped up. You’ve come to accept this, and whilst you watch his eyes fall down in shame, reveal a third flask of soup, hidden away from the two in sight.

Mick’s mouth opens in shock, still holding the soup in one hand, pointing at you with the other. “Did you-”

“I know you, Mick.” You tease, stepping forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Maybe a little too well.” You take the second flask next to your own, securing them in your own bag, a safekeeping for when he would inevitably try to take it after the first five minutes of the drive.

You knew him too well, after all.

#Mick Schumacher #MS47 #Mick Schumacher x Reader #Mick Schumacher Imagine #Mick Schumacher One Shot #Mick Schumacher x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Mick Schumacher Blurb #Mick Schumacher x Y/N

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astrokid425 · 1 year ago

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sparkle and shine aka a really good song for edward twilight from the suckening

alright so this song...i cant stop listening to the full version like at all. THIS SHIT HITS!!! and i want to talk about some of the things ive noticed in the song because its really cool. everyone is loosely tied to an instrument and thats something i really enjoy

so lets talk about the saxophone that is always playing. the solo sax which i think is an alto really captures edwards whole mood. its a romantic sax part of course it will, buts it the way that the thing needs to be supported by multiple instruments, piano which is playing simple cords all the time, a lot of percussion like tamberine and drum kit thats really only doing only one thing, violins which go up and down in a really simple beat, and voices, which there are many. if this was just a sax song, it'd still be good by itself but it'd sound empty. i think that symbolizes how edward is good at what he does, but he cant do it alone. he needs people that are willing, people that need to be somewhat in the know.

the piano part screams mary because of how crucial something like that is. this instrument is a staple jazz instrument, as in a lot of other genres of music. she also completely stops playing whenever the sax goes into the higher registry or when that one string instrument plays. she stops helping him whenever he goes into a high, waits, then goes again. if im right, thats such a cool way to have mary as a characterization as the piano piece

bass = deacon, supports him, but you can barely hear him. i think he plays the entire time, even when that one string instrument has an 8 measure solo. i think thats why the bass symbolizes him, because he supports shilos instrument.

NOW SHILOS PART!!! HES THAT ONE INSTRUMENT I CANT FIGURE OUT AND IM GONNA GO NUTZO BECAUSE I THINK ITS SOME TYPE OF ASIAN STRING INSTURMENT. maybe its the violin but i wanna say the pipa because it has that ring to it. anyways thats me going crazy now to the good bits! edit: its not th pipa its a fucking harp...guys im stupid

the sax completely stops playing whenever the HARP plays, it has a nice solo that goes of the base melody but also does its own thing. its supplied whatever is given and goes on this cool solo thats really good, but after eight measures the sax comes back in with a click from a tamberine. i think that tamberine is supposed to represent renwick in that part because thats the queue to switch over because hes the one that revealed that there is a prince out there.

all the other saxes are the edward copies, they play the same part as him but dont follow him to where they are also as important as him. they make his long notes not sound that bad, they make his notes into a cord. long notes is sometimes where the music can get boring due to it being there for so long. the other saxes stabilize his note and make sure its not boring.

the voices i think are vampire society in general. they play the crucial role of also not making it boring, but take those voices out then all of a sudden it sounds really empty and not a lot of things are that interesting.

alr thanks for coming to my ramblings, hope im right because i luv jazz. might do this for some other songs but i think this one is important because it plays on the "if everyone banded together, he has no power" motif which i adore

#the suckening #jrwi suckening #edward twilight #just roll with it #music theory #music motifs #ahhh this is making me go insane #I FUCKING LOVE JAZZ #mary davis #deacon keller #shilo bathory

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asteiioss · 2 years ago

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Hello all!! This post is dedicated to my newly started fanfic that I have been preparing for the past several months. It can be found on Wattpad on my profile, but you can just click here .

Down below, I will add one random chapter of the fic, just so you can read a little bit of it. But, of course, I would appreciate it if you could go and support my full work :).

Pairing: Spencer x fem!oc

Warnings: mentions of crime, crime scenes, fluff, a little bit of swearing here and there. no use of y/n, the oc has her own name!

Content: The bau is called in for another case. Spencer and OC have feelings for each other but don't want to accept it, even if it's horrifically obvious. After the unsettling case, Spencer tries to calm OC and help her relax her mind.

Word Count: 3.6k

PLEASE KNOW THAT I NAMED THE OC SINCE HER NAME IS USED IN THE FANFIC. Harper White :)

"Holy shit, what did you do?" my mouth fell open at the sight of him. Not him. His hair. Or... well... the lack of it.

"What do you mean?" Spencer looked confused as he sat at his desk.

"Where are the curls? Where did they go?" Garcia came rushing in after my loud gasp.

"Did you join a boy band?" Hotch walked by, his eyes stuck to the obviousness in the room.

"No, what the hell is wrong with you, I got a haircut!" Now he just asked bluntly.

"You look like a twelve-year-old." I leaned onto my desk that was opposite of him, making direct eye contact with him.

"Is it that bad?" he brushed his hair with his fingers. His hands.

"No, Spence!" I felt bad now. "Jokes aside, I actually think you look... cute." I smiled slightly, trying to compliment him. "I think we were all just very used to your curls. I even sometimes imagined you with tied up hair, maybe a bun?" I looked over at Emily.

"Holy shit, do you know how many girls you could pull with that look?" she said excitedly.

"Not that pretty boy would want anyone aside our princess here." Derek came into the office holding his coffee and giving me the look I knew all too well.

"Fuck you." I spat at him with a grin, watching him as he passed by and sitting down at his desk.

"You know you love me." he teased as he sat down behind me.

"Hey, guys, we got a new one." JJ called and like on queue, we all got up and made our way to the conference room.

"Harp, did you really mean it?" Spencer stopped me.

He stopped me by taking my hand. I turned around to face him, and he had this genuine look on his face.

"Spence, we were just joking. You look really good. I like this new boyish look." I said and drove my hand through his now short hair, still the front pieces were. "Change can be good sometimes."

Now, I don't know what came over me, but, without hesitation, I lowered my hand down to the tip of his tie and pulled him by it to get him down to my height and just placed a small peck on his cheek. I think he was surprised as I was because we just looked at each other. I smiled and quickly turned on my heel and continued walking to the conference room, even though I could hardly feel my legs.

We entered, he came in after me and we sat down around the table, waiting for the briefing. I opened the case file that was presented in front of me and looked at the young woman. She couldn't have been much younger than me. In my few years that I've worked here, I often find female victims to be my age. The "mid to late 20s" is a phrase I get shivery from. Brunettes, pretty, young, successful...

"I saw that." Emily's quiet voice snapped me back inti the room.

"Sorry, what?" I looked up from the papers.

"That little stunt just now. I saw that." she smirked, and it hit me what she was talking about.

"Oh, God. Emily!" I tried to brush it off. "Don't make a big deal out of this."

"What's a big deal?" Rossi came in and passed the two of us, taking his seat next to Emily.

"I just witnessed the first ever White x Reid cheek kiss." she made that lovey dovey sound she always does. I rolled my eyes, but Rossi got into character as he looked at Emily, almost excited.

"You're kidding?" he waited before Emily shook her head 'no'. "About time. I was getting sick of those random weird hugs they exchanged."

"I get you, I had the urge to push them together the other day." Derek jumped in.

"I don't want to hear it from you, shit-face." I pointed my finger at him.

They all laughed, but Spencer just smiled to himself. His cheeks took up the bright pink color. For years now, everyone is telling us that it's obvious we like each other, but we just say that it's not true. But it's deadly obvious. We just don't want to admit it. Nor to each other but maybe not to our selves either. The friendship we have is great. Who would want to ruin something like that? Why risk losing someone like Spencer over a stupid crush.

It's just a crush.

"Okay, so we got a woman in her min 20s, in Boise, Idaho. Reported missing. It looks like it's a pattern between these two other missing victims with the same M.O." JJ clicked her remote and showed us the pictures of two other women. "All three kidnaps are almost exactly two months apart. As much as we gathered, the women were reported missing only three days after they were abducted."

"So wait, this guy keeps them for almost three days? What does he do with them?" I asked.

"That's what we are hoping to find out after going to the scenes." Hotch said.

"It looks like they had their lives pretty straight up. All of them in relationships, secure jobs..." Derek flipped through the files as he talked.

"Normal suburban streets, gives the UnSub privacy." Rossi added.

"The victims are quite different, their appearances are. Different hair color, different body shape..." Spencer continued.

"No signs of struggle or forced entry in either of these cases." I pointed out.

"Women like this don't just vanish." Rossi spoke up again.

"Exactly, which is why Garcia did her digging magic and found out about their lives." JJ said and pointed to our tech girl.

"There isn't much to say but that it was obvious how the UnSub was doing it. Their online lives are extremely open and public. Online-life-sharing shit, sorry for the expression, but they were everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, you name it." she said as she pulled up a post from the last victim with the date three days prior to the abduction. "This was the last post from our numero uno, and it matches very much with the other posts on our other victims' wall. Going on a vacation, going on a business trip, but looking at the time stamps, they were posted a day before they went missing."

"The UnSub posted them?" Hotch realized.

"This is like a guide of 'how to know where I'm at if you want to find me' for serial killers. Social networking sites are a goddamn goldmine for this kind of information." I said, almost looking sadly at their posts. It was like a call-up for these kind of people.

"I agree. Especially these women, they posted everything, from what they were having for dinner to where they were going on dates." Spencer confirmed my thought.

"If the UnSub hacked into their accounts to post these, he probably knows around computers. He could be really smart." Emily said.

"He's also patient. Two months between each of these, then again he gets three days to do what he wants with them." Rossi looked back at the files.

"Which means that these women could already be dead. We need to find out what he does in those three days and get this son of a bitch before he can continue his work." Hotch stopped to look at us. "Wheels up in thirty."

***

I tried to reach up to the small space for my bag above my seat in the jet but struggled to get the bag inside. It didn't help that I was short, but the bag was very overpacked, and it almost fell on my head. I closed my eyes, expecting a thud on my head, but instead, I felt the relief of its weight on my hands. I looked up to see two hands holding the bag and Spencer standing next to me.

"You need help?" he asked, looking down at me.

"No?" I tried to save the little pride I had left.

"You sure about that?" he smirked, still looking down at me.

Still holding my hands up, head down, him holding my bag, I couldn't say 'yes'. "No?" the words came out almost like a squeal.

He giggled, and finally pushed the bag up into the small space and closed it. "What did you put in there? I only have a small bag for these kind of things."

"That's because you are a man, Spence. I, on the other hand, am a young woman who needs many things for a undefined period of time away from home." I dusted off my jacked, not that it was dusty, but I needed to look down because I could feel my cheeks burning up.

I didn't realize till now how close he was.

He smelt like coffee.

"Uh, listen about the thing this morning I didn't-" I started hoping this conversation could end quickly. But I guess he had other plans.

"Why did you do that?" he asked and looked down at me again.

I didn't have a choice but look back up at him. His hazel eyes were almost wide open, but he had a scent of mystery in them. Why did he want to know? "What do you mean?"

His gaze was going up and down from my eyes, then from one to the other. What was he looking at?

"Why did you do it?" he almost repeated his question.

I couldn't stop looking at him. I wanted to. I could feel shivers going down my spine.

Was he getting closer?

"I-uh... I don't know..." I almost whispered.

He was getting closer.

"I think you do." he whispered back, his hands in his pockets, but he was slowly, almost insensibly inching his head downwards to me.

I tried to back up, because I couldn't handle him being so close. But when I tried to back up, my knees met with the chairs and I fell down on them, him following me. A small yelp escaped my lips before I crashed with the cushions beneath me. After a second , I realized his hands were on the sides of my head and he was inches away from me. I stared blankly into his face, but his eyes were traveling again up and down my face. I guess my eyes copied his pattern and I realized what he was looking.

He was looking at my lips.

"I'm sorry I-" he started, finally. The silence was choking me.

"No, I-" I stuttered. "It's okay..."

"Here, let me help you." he said and pushed himself up. Holding the table with one hand, he reached with the other to pull me up. I guess he underestimated how light I was when he pulled me, making me fly up and bumping into his chest.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I-" I quickly apologized.

"No, this is on me and-" he stopped.

I looked up at him only to see him staring at something on my face. "What?"

"You, uh-" he stuttered. "Your lipstick got smudged a little."

Crap. "Oh, here?" I brushed on the tip of my lips.

"No, it's still there, just here." he tried pointing at his face, mirroring where the smudge was.

I wiped again. "Better?"

He made a frowning face. "No, it's- " he sighed, "You know what, let me just-"

Cue 'Careless whisper'.

He raised up his hand only to cup my chin with his long fingers. They were warm. His touch was warm. He swiped on the bottom line of my lips. My lower lip moved with his swipe and all I could do was feel the sensation of his touch. He looked back up at me, but even after he got rid of the smudge on my lips, he didn't move his hand. I don't think I wanted him to..

"Hey, sorry we're late, I forgot where I put my deodorant." Emily's voice made us both abruptly step back. The, now, lack of his touch left a weird cold on my face.

"I already told you, it's no big deal." Derek added as he came in with his bag behind her.

"Maybe for you, but we ladies need that. It's a necessity." JJ came in next.

"I got those natural scents. No need for those chemical ones." Derek laughed and placed his bag next to mine in the compartment above our seats.

"Ew..." I muttered after letting him take the window seat. "I'm not sure I want to sit next to you anymore."

"I'll spray perfume on him, so he smells like flowers." JJ joked, and the three of us laughed while Derek frowned.

"Hey, how did you get you bag up there?" he turned to me and asked, pointing above his head.

"I helped her, she was struggling with it since it was pretty heavy." Spencer said as he sat next to Emily opposite from us.

"That's it, pretty boy. You gotta be a gentleman." he mouthed those last words while swinging in his seat.

"You can really be a lot sometimes." Emily gave him a deathly glare, to which he only laughed more.

I, too, laughed. Rossi and Hotch came in and gave us the files to look over again while we fly. The plane soon took off. Looking down at the now familiar pictures, I wondered about their families and what waited for us when we arrive. I looked at Spencer through my eyebrows, only to catch him looking back at me. He quickly looked back down at his file, a small smile curving on his lips. I smiled to myself.

"How can someone be interested in this?" Rossi asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

"Their social network walls. Who has the need to share these things with the world, just look at this. 'Having sushi for dinner. Yum.' 'My boss is making me stay in the office late again. Grr.'

We all laughed as he read those status updates. It was funny how people nowadays had the need to put their life out there.

"I think that's just it. The hope that someone out there cares about the things we do, that we do matter." Derek said after he stopped laughing.

"So our UnSub is finding these women on their online profiles. Can't we use that to find him?" Emily asked.

"The lead detective already tried going through their followers lists, they all check out." JJ answered her.

"Social networks can be extremely insecure. Recently, Facebook tried to update their privacy settings and in doing so made every profile viewable." Spencer said and pressed his lips together.

"Do you have a Facebook profile?" JJ asked me.

"God, no. I run away from social media." I replied. "But even if I did, my first status update would be 'Enjoying Rossi's special spaghetti dish. Yum.' " We all laughed again.

"This does tell us how he finds them, but not how he gets into their houses." Hotch said, bringing us back to the brutal reality of this situation.

"Maybe a key copy?" Rossi asked.

"Maybe, but look, the last victim had a home security installed. The code was entered at 1:56am, not only that, but he somehow went past her dog too." Spencer read from the files. "A German Shepard went missing the night that she did."

"This guy had to be in and out of the house before..." Derek said. "He builds up a rose so he gets in, gets familiar with the house and knows he can safely come back and kidnap them."

"What about unknown people you feel safe letting inside your home?" Rossi continued his thought. "Home repair guys, someone who volunteered to walk your dog?"

"The detective looked into that too, no one came close to being a killer." JJ added to our brainstorm.

"We need to go over everything ourselves. Morgan, Prentiss, start with the last abduction sight. The rest of you go over the women's lives, see if you can find anything. Start with family and friends on their social networking sites. If this is how the UnSub is finding them, maybe they are connected without even realizing it." Hotch gave the orders, we were only left to nod.

***

It was a twisted case. We lost another woman in the process. The bastard kept them in a freezer. A fucking freezer. Just because they had this specific face symmetry. Even after years working in this department, I still find myself questioning how can people be so wicked and evil. The worst part is the way we find them. We might not be like them but we sure as hell know to think like them. Does that make us that much different?

I stared at the endless sky outside my window. It was almost night-time, so watching the sun go down was majestic. The colorful clouds flew around, the sun slowly hid behind them. On the other hand, Derek was snoring on the small sofa in the back of the jet. Rossi and Hotch were reading something on the other part, JJ and Emily were sleeping in their chairs next to me. Spencer was sitting across from me reading one of his books, quickly shifting through the pages.

My mind was still foggy. I tried to clear my mind and think about anything else other than the twisted ways the human mind could work sometimes. I stood up, trying to reach for my bag up in the compartment above my seats. I tried to stretch up to it, but it was too high up.

I fucking hate being short.

"Do you need help?" Spencer asked quietly.

"If you don't mind. I just wanted to take out my headphones, I forgot to take them out earlier." I explained.

"No, it's no problem. Here-" he said and got up from his seat. He opened the small space and pulled out my bag. I took it from him and took my mp3 player and headphones before giving the bag back to him to put it back up. He closed the small space and sat back down in his seat. "You okay?" he asked while picking up his book.

"Yeah, why?" I looked at him, a bit weirded out by his question while I connected the headphones to the player and tried to find one of the songs that I use to calm down."

"It's just, most of the time that you listen to music on out flight back home is after a pretty traumatic case. Not just that but emotionally exhausting. Also, when the victims are similar to you, their age, their lives, they are almost identical to the life you have, and the worst part is that those groups of women are the most targeted. When you don't want to think, you play music. You try to zone out with it." he explained. "So, I guess that's why I'm asking if you're okay. I think you're not."

I looked at him, almost frozen. He said everything. What else was there to say? Sometimes, I hated that he could read me with such ease. I put the player and headphones beside me and lean on the table that separated us. "You're right. I'm not okay." I sigh and brush my face with my hands. They were cold. I support my head with my hands, fingers intertwined with each other. "What he said to Emily. It's still bugging me. You will never understand what I see when I look at them. But my followers do." I recited his words. "It was their faces, but why? What was so special about them?"

Spencer thought about my words. "Well, it could be multiple things. A reflection of himself, someone in his life, someone he wished to have or to be."

"But why? What if my face was similar to theirs? Would I be next?"

"Your face isn't like theirs."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No-no, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that your symmetry of your face isn't like the victims face. I didn't mean to say your face wasn't nice, I think your face is beautiful. Not beautiful, pretty, just- uh, good-looking is what I'm trying to say." he stuttered.

I smiled at his clumsy words. He's cheeks again started turning into a shade of pink. "I think your face is good-looking, too."

I took the player back into my hands to find a song that now I was determined to listen. It was in my head and I needed to listen to it. "What are you gonna listen to?" he asked.

"I have this song in my head, I think I'll start with it and then just go with shuffle. The playlist is good so I don't mind what comes after." I said, not looking up from the small screen.

"Really? What's the song?"

" '74-'75' "

"I don't think I heard it."

"Do you want to listen to it with me?" I asked, finally able to find the song and looking back up at him.

"You sure? I don't want to mess with your time listening to music that calms you."

"Of course, I'm sure. Come here." I patted the seat next to me.

He smiled and got up to sit next to me. I gave him one of the headphones. "Right." and I put in the left one. I started the song and looked up at him. The opening course was a guitar solo, which I always loved in songs. He smiled back at me, bobbing his head slightly in the rhythm. After that approvement, I relaxed my head on the cushion on the back of my seat, trying to relax. Maybe even sleep.

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azurdlywisterious · 1 year ago

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Okay okay okay I have a good feeling about this time!

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

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If ur getting stalked by a “legendary” scorchbeast, ur best bet at getting out of that alive is chugging some nukashine and praying that it’ll be kinder to u then whatever sick supernatural force sent u a literal dragon to slay while overwmcumbered

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Why the fuck did I go to Grafton???

#bestie it was the nukashine #also have u found new razorgrain plants for the base?

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Sir what is this?

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I’m conducting research

#a day in life of a science deputy

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Still running from your problems Dalcia?

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Still gatekeeping the strip, Suzie?

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The securitrons do that for me actually

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Really? Those things are so easy to hack

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Oh I know

#didn't have time to scrape up all those caps #there was revenge to be had 💅

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⏳ start-startover

I hope Jason and the others are doing well…

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Wait, you knew Jason?

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You knew Jason???

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Mhm! Jason was one of the sweetest people I met out in the wastes. Helping his flock helped me find the strength I thought I had lost long ago

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Cringe

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Shut the fuck up we're bonding over a saint over here

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What did Jason mean to you, Deja?

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He was the man that saw the good in my heart that I myself was too blinded by guilt to see

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Cringe

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Who the fuck let you two in?!

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@.uh-ohthemisery-2 what does "cringe" mean here in this context?

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This post is a train wreck

#so queue better run run run

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You guys are getting screen time?

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how to be a good person?

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my brother in christ if u have to ask tumblr you're just doomed

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Have you tried hunting legionaries for sport?

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Killing the paradise falls slavers did nothing. Even freed the slaves too

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Oof. Not even for freeing them? What did you even do?

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Blew up a town

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What

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What

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On accident, right?

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Well...

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Right???

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About that.

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If it isn't the kid that blew up the sweet little town of Megaton! Great story, by the way.

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What the fuck???

#wow this guy’s a piece of work #<prev the guy that blew up the town? #prev #nah the reporter

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Oh, there you are danny

#dashboard simulator #unreality #fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #fallout 3 #henri wesson #suzie fromme #dalcia o’deorian #felix barnstar #deja vult #harvey wallbanger #sir of big mt #ferrero geneson #danny skinner

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Planet Coaster 2 announced for PS5, Xbox Series, and PC - Gematsu

Frontier Developments has announced coaster park management simulation game sequel Planet Coaster 2 for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, and PC (Steam). It will launch this fall.

Here is an overview of the game, via Frontier Developments.

About

Dive into the thrilling world of Planet Coaster 2! Construct the theme park of your dreams with an intuitive piece-by-piece building system, as you meticulously craft and customize every aspect of your park like never before, down to the smallest detail. From towering rollercoasters to spectacular twisting water slides, let your imagination reach new heights to delight and thrill your guests. In Planet Coaster 2, take your park to the next level by adding incredible water attractions that will truly make a splash. From meandering lazy rivers to adrenaline-pumping wave pools, looping flumes to exhilarating water coasters, you’ll have everything you need to create the ultimate coaster and water park paradise. Discover a vast array of exciting new rides, themes, and scenery pieces to make your amusement park truly unique. Whether you’re aiming for a mysterious mythological land or a dazzling deep-sea world, there’s something for every aspiring park manager to explore with extensive new customization options. Get ready to embark on the coaster park adventure of a lifetime. Create, manage, and share your experience with Planet Coaster 2. Are you ready to make a splash?

Key Features

The Ultimate Coaster and Water Park Simulation

Build the Theme Park of Your Dreams – Shape your terrain, make use of the enhanced and improved building tools to lay paths and scenery, and populate your creation with glistening swimming pools and thrilling rides.

Combine Water and Coaster Rides – Discover an exciting array of new rides, along with returning favourites, and all new water coasters too!

Create an Unforgettable Experience – Surprise and amaze your guests with exciting animatronics shows using the new event sequencer tool.

Push the Boundaries of Creativity

Design Epic Coasters and Rides – Build your very own magnificent rollercoasters, twisting water flumes and jaw-dropping rides piece-by-piece to create the ultimate experience for your thrill-seeking guests.

Encounter Exciting Themes – Along with the original Planet Coaster theme, discover four distinct new themes to give life to your park, whether it is the majestic Mythology Theme, the sunny Resort Theme, the vibrant Aquatic Theme, or the rustic Viking Theme.

Customize Everything – Unleash your creativity with enhanced customization tools! Choose the color of each individual piece, add and scale up or down scenery and objects to your rides, and build the most incredible themed creations you’ve ever imagined.

Master Management

Discover the Secret to Success – Find the balance between managing your budget, building the right amenities in the right place, and populating your park with thrilling rides to open the perfect park for your guests!

Remember, Safety First – Take care of your guests’ health and well-being with shade coverage, sunscreen, and employing lifeguards and mechanics to make sure no one gets hurt, whether it be by waiting in a sun-soaked queue or overestimating their swimming abilities.

Guarantee Guest Satisfaction – Understanding the wants and needs of your guests has never been easier, read your guests’ opinions on your park by simply selecting them, and understand all the wider parks needs with just a click thanks to the new heat map tool.

Share the Ride

Build With Friends – Jump one-at-a-time into a shared save to build a park with your friends or players around the world across platforms! Save your progress to allow your fellow thrill-seekers to build upon your changes. Race to the top of the leaderboards in Franchise Mode, or explore your creativity together in Sandbox Mode.

Share Your Creations – Upload your blueprints or full parks into the game for other players to delight in and download your favourite creations. Everything will be available directly from the in-game menu or online on the Frontier Workshop.

Visit Other Parks – Explore parks built by other coaster managers in first person: experience their coasters, rides, slides and pools and get soaked in the fun!

Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery.

Announce Trailer

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MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISMS GUIDE.

bold for always,italic for sometimes,strike for never.

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. avoids eye contact when nervous.maintains eye contact when nervous. avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent. enjoys eye contact as a means to read & convey emotion. looks down when emotional. looks up when emotional. cries openly. wipes tears quickly. suppresses tears. wandering gaze when lost in thought. holds gaze while thinking. seeks out eye contact for reassurance.seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations. eyes move constantly during conversation. expressive eyes. emotions only evident through eyes. uses eye contact to intimidate. looks up while thinking.looks down while thinking.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. clasp behind back. rests in lap. fidgets with clothes. twiddles thumbs. chews at nails.pushes back cuticles. draws patterns on table / counter surfaces. animated gestures while speaking.only gestures to emphasize. utilizes sign language.speaks only through sign. callouses.scars.smooth.wrinkled. worn. soft.delicate. boney. slender.thick. veiny. touches others while speaking. reaches out while laughing. reaches out to comfort others. reaches out to seek comfort.places face in hands when exasperated.places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed.rests chin in hands.taps fingers when impatient.taps fingers when nervous. taps fingers when thinking.scratches scalp.strokes chin.rubs back of head. toys with objects around them.runs fingers over surfaces when walking by.

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇. chews lip. chews at inside of cheek.licks lips.bites tongue. chews on straws. resting frown. resting smile.neutral resting expression.resting pout.grinds teeth.flexes jaw.covers mouth when laughing. covers mouth when shocked.covers mouth when concerned.hands to lips while thinking.covers mouth when chewing.chews with mouth closed.chews with mouth open.smirks. grins.subtle smiles.wide smiles.sad smiles.intimidating smiles. menacing grins. openly smiles. tries to suppress smiles.bares teeth when angry.lips quiver when emotional.stutters.speaks quickly.speaks slowly.good pronunciation.poor pronunciation.moderate pronunciation.purses lips.sucks in lips. holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒. bounces legs when nervous.draws knees to chest when sitting.draws knees to chest as a means of comfort.sits on knees. sits with legs criss-crossed.sits with legs spread open in chairs.crosses legs when sitting in chairs.sits with one leg folded under the other.places feet on furniture.never places feet on furniture.sits on counters. sits on desks. sits on tables. sits on edge of seat. sits hunched over with forearms on knees. arches one knee up. sits on the arm of chairs / couches.feet on dashboard.swings legs back & forth when sitting somewhere elevated.wiggles toes when nervous. wiggles toes as a general tic.shuffles feet.kicks foot into ground.*stomps feet. loud footsteps.quiet footsteps.silent footsteps.

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. runs fingers through hair. tugs at hair. picks at scalp. chews on hair. twirls locks of hair while thinking or nervous. smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous.prefers hair out of face.prefers long hair. prefers short hair.wears hair back. keeps hair down. smooths back hair. plays with other’s hair while talking. plays with own hair while talking.strokes hair to comfort others. likes having hair stroked for their own comfort.braids other’s hair while talking. braids own hair while talking.flips hair out of face. pushes hair out of face. leaves hair alone when falling into face.

Tagged (Stolen) by: myself! (saw it on Jess's blog and went 'oh that'd be interesting for Oil' OG tagged @the-self-exiled)

Tagging: Yes take it, i am throwing it into your lap. doooo it

#whispered reminders (Muse)#Waiting for the pieces to click (Queue)

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impossiblesuitcase · 7 months ago

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I’m scared to be an adult because I’ve started to realize there are parts of early adulthood that are no different, if not harder, than being a teenager. I’m just a baby, what do you mean I’m 18 soon? I’m going to have to schedule my own doctors appointments if I need? This is too much independence for me to handle.

It can be scary. Every time them you think you've finally got a handle on everything there's something new you didn't know it. But as someone who is in early adulthood and is still figuring things out, let me tell you this--take on a few things at a time. Say you have 50 things you want to work on--well start with three. Maybe cooking on your own, scheduling appointments, allocating a budget for the week. Once that's more comfortable, you can tackle another three until eventually you get to the harder stuff: taxes, insurances etc.

My true piece of advice to you is to rewire your brain into a 'concentration mode'. Social media and endless scrolling can be damaging to your concentration function and attention span. You'll do a lot of things as an adult that requires patience and perseverance; it won't be instantly granted to you at the click of a button like on a phone. So do activities now that improve your ability to concentrate and commit to tasks. Exercise for 30 minutes. Learn a piece of music. Complete a painting. Maintain a small garden, or even just an indoor plant. These activities boost your mood more than tiktok ever will and they help you to concentrate, think critically and develop patience, because instead of instant gratification, it's long-term gratification.

And so then when you have to deal with the monotony of adulthood, difficult periods of waiting for something like medical treatment or job opportunities, even just waiting in a queue for a while, you'll have given your brain the tools to handle it.

#and as someone who schedules appointments for people #don't worry #the receptionists won't bite #hopefully

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slutterhaus · 1 year ago

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AN: I was finishing a Pav x reader, but I’m weak and hyperfixating so here’s a little tidbit while I’m on my break lmaoo also the idea is based on some asks back on the @amatorysacrivn, but it may be slightly ooc, I’m sorryyy! CWs: None, just fluff, maybe more on the comfort side? Other: Second person POV, implied established relationships, mentions of mouth wounds, reader has no mentioned or implied gender, reader is called gorgeous by Laza once. Word Count: 725

With a yawn and a stretch, you closed the door to your apartment behind you, relieved to finally be home from work. Walking into the living room, you found Lazaria lounging on your couch with both her legs over the armrest and a bag of food you assumed her and Leviathan brought for themselves. “Evenin’, gorgeous. Your grub’s in that tiny ass kitchen of yours.” She teased, which made you stick your tongue out in playful retaliation before you joined her on the couch for a quick squeeze and kiss before you took off your shoes. “Thanks for the food, Laza. Also, the fuck do you have against my kitchen? You know I specifically moved here because I didn’t want to clean the kitchen for four hours.”

“Well, we did offer you a butler.”

“Oh my God, Laza.” You snorted out a laugh, one which she quickly teased you for by making the same sound. “Making it too easy, pumpkin.”

You rolled your eyes before looking around, eyes darting towards the hallway for a moment before Lazaria spoke up, almost as if she knew what you were thinking. “Bathroom. Got something stuck in his teeth and he’s trying to pick it out.”

And as if on queue, Leviathan called for his twin, only for said twin to nod in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll set up for spa night since you came home late, go see what he needs.”

Getting up from her side, you make your way towards the bathroom and hear some shuffling and curses coming from the inside. With a knock, Leviathan called for his sister again. “It’s me, Levi.” Your call was unanswered, and for a moment, you waited. Letting you see him without a mask was a touchy subject, you knew that, and you never pushed it. So you waited, waited for what seemed more minutes than it really was. Then, the door clicked open and he let you in, though his back was turned when you stepped on the tiled floor. He looked fresh out of the shower, probably getting ready for spa night.

“Need help, baby?”

He mumbled his response, using his forearm to wipe what you assumed was drool from his chin. You took a seat on the countertop, hoisting yourself up and patiently waiting for him to turn around. When he did, you had no negative reaction, which seemed to visibly make his shoulders relax. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen it before, but he was still getting used to it. Heavy boots shuffled against the tiles until he slightly towered over you. Slowly reaching up with both your hands, you waited for any sign to pull back. When it never came, you gently cradled his face in your palms as he handed you the floss-pick combo he was trying to use to get rid of the piece of meat you could see stuck in the back of his mouth.

Some drops of drool landed on your thigh, but you didn’t mind as you easily got the bothersome piece out from between his first and second molar. It must’ve been an awkward angle, and Leviathan looked much calmer, albeit still slightly tense. “I have an extra soft toothbrush, want me to help you out while we’re here? I’ll be really careful with your wounds.”

He was quiet for a moment, watching as your hand brought a damp cloth to lovingly clean the saliva dripping down his chin. “Later.” He answered, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you, my lovely poison. Let’s get back so we can get the night going. We have some stupid client-target stories we’ve been dying to tell.”

You beamed at him, smiling as you hopped off the sink counter. “Boy, do I have some for the two of you too. The casino was absolutely wilding this week.” Lazaria had already set up, in some comfy pjs as she waited with some trashy reality show playing for background noise. “I’m gonna go get some clothes and take a quick shower, you two start without me!” You called, rushing to your room so you didn’t keep them waiting more than they already had.

It was moments like these that made you feel at peace with them and it made your heart swell with adoration for the two chaotic, not-so-little, murder gremlins.

#—mobile upload #—sweet like candy #—amatory sacrilege vn #—sacrilegious vn #—leviathan severus #—lazaria severus #—leviathan severus x reader #—lazaria severus x reader #—reader-insert #—my writing

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kingsbridgelibraryteens · 2 years ago

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WAIT ... WHERE'S MY TUMBLR QUEUE???????

If, like me, you use Tumblr on a computer in addition to your phone, you may discover that your queue of scheduled posts just became a lot harder to find with Tumblr's latest update. I was absolutely stumped for a while, which was a problem because many of my posts are works in progress, and I might spend hours or even days tweaking them until they're just right! Which means I need to keep going back to my queue to find those works in progress.

I wasn't able to solve this myself (and I have, like, a LIBRARIAN BRAIN!), so I looked at Tumblr's latest "what's new" post and read alllllll the comments until I could put the pieces together.

So, if you're looking at Tumblr on a desktop, here's what you do:

After you're logged in, look on the left-hand side of your screen and click on "Account." Then these options will appear underneath:

Click on the name of your blog.

After you've done that, look at the right-hand side of your screen, and ta-daaaaaaa, IT'S THERE!!!!!

AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING.

I hope this public service announcement has been helpful!!!

#Tumblr #Tumblr Queue #Tumblr updates

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sarkariresultdude · 8 months ago

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Understanding the Bihar Board Online Result System: Key Features and Benefits

Bihar Board Online Result The Bihar School Examination Board (BSEB) is responsible for carrying out examinations for college students in Bihar, India, particularly at the secondary and higher secondary levels. With the growing digitization of training, the procedure of checking consequences has also advanced notably. This article will delve into the web end result machine of the Bihar Board, its importance, and the implications for students and the training gadgets in Bihar.

Introduction to the Bihar School Examination Board

It conducts examinations for the tenth and twelfth grades, ensuring that scholars acquire high-quality schooling and are evaluated fairly. The board additionally oversees the academic curriculum, develops syllabi, and facilitates instructional programs across the kingdom.

Importance of Online Results

In the beyond, students needed to wait for weeks to get hold of their examination effects through conventional methods, which often concerned bodily verification at schools or examination facilities. The creation of online outcomes has revolutionized this procedure, offering numerous benefits:

Accessibility

Students can get the right of entry to their consequences from everywhere with an internet connection, getting rid of the want to travel to colleges or exam centers.

Timeliness

Online results are commonly introduced directly, permitting college students to test their performance right away after the board formally releases the outcomes.

Transparency

The online gadget reduces the chances of discrepancies and mistakes in the end result announcement. Students can confirm their marks independently, leading to more agreement within the examination manner.

Convenience

The online platform can cope with massive volumes of site visitors, enabling college students dads and moms to get entry to effects without lengthy queues or delays.

How to Check Bihar Board Results Online

Checking the Bihar Board consequences online is an honest method. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

Visit the Official Website: Students need to go to the reliable BSEB website (biharboardonline.Bihar.Gov.In) at the result statement day.

Navigate to the Results Section

On the homepage, there is usually a committed segment for examination outcomes. Click on the applicable link for the 10th or 12th-grade outcomes.

Enter Required Information

Students need to enter precise information, which includes their roll range, registration variety, and date of delivery. This record enables the system to retrieve appropriate effects for the pupil.

Submit the Information

After coming into the specified details, click on the "Submit" button. The system will technique the facts and display the consequences.

Download or Print

Once the consequences are displayed, college students can download the scorecard or take a printout for Destiny reference.

Understanding the Result Format

The end result sheet typically carries numerous crucial pieces of statistics, together with:

Student Name: The complete call of the candidate.

Roll Number: The unique identity variety assigned to the student.

Subject-clever Marks: The rankings acquired in each subject, often at the side of the maximum marks for every.

Total Marks: The aggregate rating calculated from all subjects.

Grade/Percentage: The typical grade or percent performed by using the scholar.

Status: A skip or fail indication, based on the pupil's performance.

Grading System and Evaluation

The Bihar Board employs a grading machine to evaluate scholars' overall performance. Each issue's marks are transformed into grades, which offer a clearer understanding of the scholar's usual performance. This system encourages students to achieve higher grades while minimizing the stigma associated with failure.

Post-Result Activities: After the effects are declared, several crucial activities are observed:

Re-assessment and Scrutiny: Students who are disappointed with their marks have the option to apply for re-assessment or scrutiny of their answer sheets. This procedure involves a fee and calls for college students to put up an application within a stipulated time.

Admission to Higher Studies

The consequences substantially have an effect on students' next steps, specifically those finishing their higher secondary schooling. Students need to be trying to find admission to schools or universities, frequently primarily based on their overall performance inside the board assessments.

Career Counseling

Many faculties and educational establishments provide counseling sessions for college kids post-results, assisting them in making informed selections approximately their instructional and career paths.

Challenges Faced: Despite the benefits of the online result machine, challenges persist:

Technical Issues:

On result days, the professional internet site regularly reports heavy visitors, which could result in gradual loading instances or transient outages, frustrating students keen to check their results.

Digital Divide:

Not all college students have the same get entry to to the net or virtual devices, main to disparities in the potential to check outcomes online. This gap can disproportionately have an effect on students from rural or economically deprived backgrounds.

Fraudulent Activities:

There have been times of people or corporations attempting to exploit students with the aid of offering unofficial or manipulated outcomes. Students must rely simply on the legitimate BSEB internet site for true effects.

Future of Result Declaration

As generation continues to adapt, the Bihar Board may not forget further improvements to the online result machine, which include:

Mobile Applications:

Developing devoted cell apps to facilitate easier admission to consequences and educational resources.

SMS Services:

Implementing SMS-primarily based end result services for college students without net access.

Integrated Platforms:

Creating a comprehensive educational portal that consists of assets for examination practice, counseling, and more.

#Bihar Board Online Result

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