#a techie in love

[sagemintiart]

Just released a mini visual novel prequel for my upcoming otome, titled, '(A) Techie in Love byte: Dominic' which takes the pov of Mc's Cecilia's childhood friend Dominic, months before the main game(which is releasing next year).

Watch the trailer here;

Play it online or download for windows free here;

[lovelesslittleloser]

I had a realization that everyone else has probably already had but I need to say it

Robin = Danny

Raven = Sam

Cyborg = Tucker

Starfire = Valerie, maybe??

Beast Boy = Cujo?????

[gilly-moon]

Anyone else getting tired of the militarization of Santa in Christmas media?

[iluvscarymoviez]

Techie Helen x stage actress Madeline.. just an idea 👀

[emioliravioli]

Oh yeah lumi blaze is the current egg character in speed sim

WHAT.

SO WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS COSTUME OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO KNOW??

[ieo-pio]

Today I offer more baxes. And Tomorrow? Who knows, probably more furballs

[tomatette]

Dredd 2012

[exactlymaximumgarden]

what i did for love (jschlatt x reader fic)

chapter 1: ...again!

summary: your broadway debut is finally here after years of working toward it. however, an unwelcome face is quick to crash the party. word count: ~1.3k warnings: fem!reader a/n: please don't yell at me if any of the details about the rehearsal process or whatever are factually incorrect. idgaf!!! all love ofc. also, this fic will (obviously) draw on a lot of material from a chorus line, so i’d suggest familiarizing yourself with the show while reading if you’re not already! not essential tho lol song: i hope i get it - a chorus line ensemble

The first thing you noticed was how, no matter where you performed or for how long, you would never get used to the way the stage lights quite nearly blinded you.

Opening night of your leg of A Chorus Line opened in less than two weeks, and you couldn’t be more elated. For years, this had been your dream. To perform, to be onstage, to be on Broadway. And now here you were. The show was undergoing another revival, a more modern take on the iconic musical. The casting directors had issued an open call to all aspiring stars in New York City to scout some fresh talent. They’d mentioned something about wanting to find unknowns, some unrecognizable faces since you couldn’t keep casting the same people over and over. That would be overkill, they said. That was a no-go. Not here. Not in the big leagues or whatever.

Hell, you were lucky that you even made it past the initial round of callbacks. But if you had told the version of you almost a year ago that was stepping into those auditions for the first time that you were going to be chosen to play Cassie, one of the most prominent roles in the show, you probably wouldn’t have believed it. A whole dance number and song to yourself, plus the most dialogue out of the rest of the female characters? It was surreal.

And now, after months of rehearsals, the opening was just around the corner.

It was no secret that everyone involved was growing increasingly antsy the closer opening night drew. Your castmates were collectively full of a newfound energy you hadn’t witnessed from them yet. It didn’t help that today was the first day of full costumes, plus more light and music cueing. Somehow, the show coming together brought everyone’s moods up by a thousand.

These more upbeat vibes were made evident as the cast stood in the primary assigned formation, one next to the other all in a line close to the edge of the stage. You stood, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting with the scarlet tulle of your costume’s skirt while, out in the audience, the production team buzzed amongst each other with directives, ideas on what to cue next, and how. And those stage lights, those damn lights, bore down upon you. You had to tilt your head down to keep the rays from blaring directly into your eyes.

“Okay!” You were no sooner snapped out of your daze at the booming sound of your director Vanja’s voice from out in the audience. Vanja was a middle-aged woman who’d been raised to become a ballet prodigy. She was not only a seasoned dancer but a strict, dedicated spirit, which was only natural considering her upbringing. She was functioning as both director and choreographer, so she was undoubtedly the most strung-up out of anyone involved in the show, but for obviously different reasons. You squinted, trying to search for her limber figure out in the house, but your vision was obscured from your point on the stage. Her eastern European accent (from exactly where, you couldn't recall) oozed through her words like a thick molasses as she continued, “We will be running ‘At The Ballet’ next. Victoria! Step up, please.”

From your left, your castmate Victoria stepped forward. The tall blonde had been cast as Sheila, the character who sung the first section of the aforementioned song. Since the two of you were sandwiched directly beside each other in the line formation, you’d become quite close during the rehearsal process. “Yes?” Victoria answered coolly, not at all intimidated by Vanja’s demanding tone. You couldn’t help but envy her a little bit for that.

“We will start a couple of lines before the beginning of the song,” Vanja instructed. “Isaiah will prompt you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Isaiah!” Isaiah was another member of the cast, having been assigned the role of Zach, or the director of the chorus line the show centered around. Zach was primarily unseen throughout the show save for a few particular scenes, so Isaiah, the lucky bastard, got to sit out in the house for most of the rehearsals. You couldn’t see where he was located either, but Vanja seemed to have spotted him, as you could hear her advise, “Start from, ah… start from, ‘Better, go on.’ Just after she’s taken her ponytail down, yes?”

You heard a deeper voice clearing their throat, indicating Isaiah was beginning to speak his assigned dialogue. “Better. Go on.” 

Victoria, meanwhile, squared her shoulders in an attempt to rapidly lock into character before reciting her own lines. “Oh, how she did it. Well, first, she took me to see all the ballets. And then, she gave me her old toe shoes, which I used to run down the sidewalk in. On my toes. At five. And then-”

Suddenly, the typically fluorescent stage lights dimmed to a faded mix of blue and purple. It would have been a very serene color combo had it not been for Vanja’s deafening voice cutting Victoria’s dialogue off. “Hold!” she yelled. “That light cue is too early! That is not supposed to happen until the music starts! Who did that? Tech! Who did that?”

As Vanja spat out her rampaging words, Victoria turned her head just slightly enough to make eye contact with you. She sent you a discreet side-eye as if to nonverbally say, ‘She’s crazy!’

At that moment, one of the members of the tech crew stuck his head out from the wings of the stage. You recognized his face considering you’d seen him around so often, but you never caught his name. “Sorry, ma’am!” he apologized with a rueful grin. “That was an accident. I’m trying to show the new guy the ropes.”

New guy?

Judging by the tone of Vanja’s voice instantly calming down, she seemed to grasp the situation. “Ah, the new techie boy?” she queried. “I haven’t gotten to see him yet.”

“Oh, he’s right here.”

Almost as if on cue, everyone in the cast’s head turned towards the wing, where a second head popped out from behind the curtain. Your eyes widened. No way.

The new guy in question donned a polite smile, his oak brown curls cascading down the sides of his face into mutton chops you recognized all too well. His golden-rimmed aviator glasses shielded his glinting eyes. “How’s it goin’?” he greeted sheepishly, and to your right, you heard your castmate Ari suck in a quiet gasp. Nobody ever spoke to Vanja so casually.

No way.

“Hello.” Surprisingly, Vanja didn’t seem to mind so much. Or maybe she was just giving him the pass since he was new. “What’s your name? I apologize, I never caught it.”

“Oh, uh, Jay. Lotsa people call me Schlatt, though.”

No. Way.

“Ah. Pleasure to meet you, Jay.” You could practically hear the smile in Vanja’s words. “Come see me when we take a break so I can properly speak to you.”

“Will do. Sorry ‘bout the lights. I’ll be more careful.” 

Your stomach churned. Why the hell was he here? Him, of all people? Victoria, sweet Victoria, somehow seemed to catch on to your less than enthused reaction. In your periphery, you could see her quirking up a brow inquisitively at your expression. You couldn’t even make eye contact with her. You were too busy staring at Schlatt, fighting to keep your jaw from dropping.

And of course the prick had to notice you.

It happened in a split second. As he retreated back behind the curtain, your gazes met. A stupid grin crept onto his face as he saw you, clearly dumbfounded by his very presence in the theatre. If you weren’t onstage right now in front of all these people, you would’ve lunged at him.

You heard Vanja’s voice once more as the lights returned to their normal cue, preparing to resume the scene, but it all might as well have been a distant echo. Somehow, someway, Schlatt had made his way back into your life after fighting for so long to keep him out of it.

Why him?

next chapter

[tommmmmmmy-7]

There’s a chance my school is doing Newsies next year and that would be super awesome but I think it would actually hurt me to not be in cast for that (I can’t because I’m the lights designer)

[gloryride]

Nomad on the field

[whitepeachrum]

Headcanons for Alfred/Nat

BelaAme? You mean girlboss and malewife??

🍑 Natalia is a woman in STEM, specifically in software development. She is very tech savvy and neat with her work. She could easily hack her way into anything she desires and not get caught, but she chooses to keep her hobby private and get paid for the easier stuff. Nat’s the brains and beauty princess.

🍑 Alfred is a bit of a jack of all trades. I like to imagine him working with carpentry and electrical stuff, basically anything that requires a tool belt, a pickup truck, and lots of body strength. He sucks at getting projects completed on time, but he loves working on stuff in the garage while Nat is away at work. He also has a streamer side hustle where he gets to play games and gets paid whenever he wants.

🍑 When Alfred is not working, he often begs to visit Natalia at her job, where she gets all the cool perks of working at a tech job: free food, game rooms, massage chairs, etc. Nat doesn't often use these perks because she gets to have them at home when Alfred is there, but she generally agrees to bring him, even though he gets obnoxiously loud and comfortable in these areas.

And between Alfred and Nat, Nat is still the undefeated ping pong champion.

[sagemintiart]

Sketch of my otome game mc Cecilia with her bunny Cisco, that I started last week, finished.

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

[glowstickspinalfluid]

confessions of a rotten girl miku!!! i love blending mode layers theu make everything so fast!!!!!

it's been stuck in my head for a while, right next to the house-like carpet thing toby fox made. my only reprieve is that the two songs are different enough my brain has not mixed them together

[bemusedlybespectacled]

"But what are we considering a 'nerd'?" Literally whatever definition resonates with you. This is about personality vibes.

[cau-lee-flower215]

literally twisters is gonna do so much for the hangster population- not only are we getting more cowboy!jake, it’s launching open the doors for freaking tornado chaser aus which is the coolest thing ever