#How to Change Ink in Brother Printer

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How to Change Ink in Brother Printer: A Quick and Easy Guide

Have you ever experienced a situation where you are in the middle of printing and suddenly the printouts coming out of the printer fade or have smears? Then, you need to understand that maybe the ink level is low or you need to change the printer’s ink. But how to change ink in Brother Printer?

An ink cartridge is a component of a small ink container utilized in printers to produce prints on paper. Once the ink cartridge is empty, it may be replaced or refilled. When the ink is over, you can remove the old cartridges so your printer can print clear text and images. Read the blog and explore the step-by-step process.

When Should You Change Ink Cartridge in Brother Printer?

You should change the ink cartridge when the printer alerts you that it is low on toner or ink or when the print quality is poor. But before you move on to how to change the ink cartridge in a Brother printer, let’s focus on some of the reasons:

Low Toner or ink

Most printers will alert you when the toner or ink is low, and typically around 10-20%.

Poor Print Quality

If you notice poor print quality, such as faded text, blank lines, or discoloration, then it is time to change the ink cartridge.

Check Cartridge Level

Most printers have a cartridge-level monitoring system on the display screen.

How to Change Ink in Brother Printer: 6 Simple Steps

If you are facing any of the above issues or signs, it is time to change the ink in the printer. But do not worry. Here are the following simple steps to understand the full process. Let’s open the printer and replace the old ink cartridge.

Step 1: Turn On Your Printer

Before opening the printing device, you have to ensure that it is switched on and left on for 10 minutes. Then, let it cool down, open the front cover, and remove the empty and old ink cartridges.

Step 2: Open the Front Cover

After turning off the printer, open the front cover and press the Release button. Either way, the cover has to come off easily, and mild force should be used to open the front cover.

Step 3: Pull Out the Drum Unit

The drum unit with the toner inside is right behind the front cover. Grab the handle and pull it out while slightly pulling upwards to remove the drum unit of ink. Use the clips on the side. Be careful and avoid touching the drum rollers during the procedure, as it is the sensitive part.

Step 4: Install the New Toner

Take the new toner and remove its packaging and plastic cover. Handle it carefully and then shake the ink cartridge gently while holding it to put it into the drum unit so that it gets inserted in the toner’s place. That is how to change ink in Brother Printer.

Step 5: Push the Drum Unit

Your new ink cartridge should be attached to the drum unit. Use the handle to slide the drum unit backward into your printing device. If you hear a clicking sound, you have successfully changed the ink cartridge and reinstalled the drum unit. 

Step 6: Close the Front Cover

After you have replaced the old ink cartridge with the new one, close the front cover. Once the printer is closed, you can initiate a self-diagnostic program on the printer. Keep the printer turned on until it returns to Ready Mode. Next, print a page to check whether the printouts are coming smoothly without any lines or not. If the text color is dark and there are no smears, the printer is working fine.

Things to Remember When Replacing Your Ink Cartridge

If you follow the above process stepwise, you can easily and simply change the ink in your printer. But there are a few tips that you can try to make your process even easier:

Turn on the printer and leave it on for about 10 minutes.

Change the toner by pulling out the drum unit first.

Clean the inside of the drum unit before you insert the new ink cartridge.

Remove the plastic cover, and avoid holding the ink cartridge upside down. The ink might leak.

Conclusion

Now that you have read the above guide, do you know how to change ink in Brother Printer? Whether you’re using too much of the printer or printing too much, it does not matter. If the ink level is low, then you can change the ink cartridge. Follow the steps above to successfully change the ink cartridge on your Brother printer.

FAQs

Can I Use Brother Printer After the “Toner Is Low” Error?

When you get the error message “Toner Low” on your printer’s screen, you can use the printer, but it is not recommended. The quality of the printouts will be low, and you cannot use them if you want a high-quality printout at that moment. If you want to overcome this error, you can try to remove the old cartridge and drum unit and reinstall it.

How Do I Know if My Brother Printer Needs Ink?

If your printouts are coming black and have smears and you are printing but it is coming blank, then you can check the printer’s ink levels in a few ways. You can check it by accessing the control panel of the printer, and the touchscreen display will show you the ink volume. You can also check the ink level directly on the printer using the dialogue box. 

Can I Change Ink Cartridges without Turning off Brother Printer?

Yes, most printers allow you to change ink cartridges easily without turning them off. However, some Brother printers are designed to allow you to replace ink while the printer is powered on, as long as it is in cartridge replacement mode. It is always best to check the specific printer manual to confirm this.

[vellichorbindery]

First, I want to say that I adore your binds. They are stunning.

I am working on getting into book binding, but I do have some questions/things I’m struggling with that I’m hoping you might be able to help with.

I’ve designed several typesets and covers, I’ve just not yet made it to the finish line. Perfectionism is kinda kicking my butt tbh.

1. What kind of printer do you use? (And do you love it?) I’ve currently got a b&w laser printer, but I want to be able to print typesets in color, but I’m debating between an ecotank inkjet printer or a color laser printer. I’ve never had a color printer before so I don’t really have a frame of reference for what’s better.

2. My other big issue on my typesets has been figuring out the margins. I’ve been formatting my typesets in MS Word. If you use word, do you mind sharing what you set your margins at? And how much you cut off when you trim your textblocks?

I can’t seem to find the best balance between wasting space/paper and having margins that look too small.

Thank you! :)

Hiiii! Thank you for the sweet words 💖🫶🏼

For printers—I have a canon pixma ip8720 that I use for wrap covers, dust jackets, paperback covers and endsheets. I LOVE this printer so much (any of the pixmas are solid color printers) I also use off brand ink bc I can’t be bothered to spend $$ on brand name and it works like a gem.

My other printer is the canon imageclass which I love/hate. It’s a color laser printer so works like my b&w but with color (so I could do foiling on it) the quality is great but I did have issues with it once I put off brand toner and I need to clean the cartridges so I don’t fully love it 100% yet. Still a fan though for the price point. Thats what I used for my Sugar High & ‘tis the damn season typesets. Otherwise I just use my brother b&w for typesetting.

For margins I typically go for .6 on the side margins and usually .5 top and bottom for hardcover. Larger for paperbacks. I try to cut the least amount off on my guillotine but I def have cut off far too much sometimes.

Make sure your layout settings in word are for a letter sized paper and under book fold. Then update the margins and then you can upload it into book binder js to make the pdf into a signatures! (Also I would HIGHLY suggest using Blak Bindery’s macro (find them on insta) it saves me so much time with typesetting in word. (Also ALWAYS hit control A to highlight the entire doc before changing margins/page layout (have learned this the hard way hehe)

Hope this helps!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With B (3) Masterlist

Links last checked: October 26th, 2024

part one, part two

baby, if you wanna try (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: wearing jewellery doesn't work in phil's favour when he sees friends that he hasn't seen in a while and they automatically assume he's engaged. engaged to dan

baby, you could be the death of me (ao3) - manchestereye

Summary: “don’t make this weird, idiot. stop looking at my ass when we crawl.”

dan and phil are detectives who “hate” each other.

or, b99 au (kinda) and dnp are sarcastic little shits that spiraled a rivalry over some misunderstandings.

Back Seat Bingo (ao3) - existingcourage

Summary: Phil, a young television and radio personality lands Dan, an upcoming producer as a co-worker. Friendship is inevitable, but what happens when life, love, and fear gets in the way? A 1950’s Phan AU.

Back To Zero (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: One weekend, one house, five people, a recent breakup; Dan wasn't exactly thrilled, but he was going to show up for his friend, even if it meant having to share a bed with a stupid guy that sided with the even stupider guy that broke his friend's heart.

Bad at Being Straight (ao3) - Masterread

Summary: Ace!Phil and very gay Dan slowly realizing they may be more than friends, but Phil's not entirely sure how that's going to work out...

Bang Me Like Those Drums (ao3) - Analphancones

Summary: Phil is the drummer of a band, but how will the lead singer, Kevin, feel when he walks in on Phil banging his younger brother Dan as hard as Phil bangs his drums?

Barbie Horse Adventures (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Sometimes friends force you to get over your worst fears, sometimes you meet your soulmate in the process.

Bardic Inspiration (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: Dan is a travelling bard looking for a safe place for him and his beloved horse to spend the night. Thankfully, the local tavern owner, Phil, can offer him one.

Because of Reasons (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: There’s always a reason why … so they come up with compromises. Or, Dan and Phil go out for a fancy dinner to celebrate Phil’s birthday.

been about you, since i met you. (ao3) - smallbump

Summary: Dan is the boy at school that makes Phil's heart jump and do a flip at the same time.

begin and never cease (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Dan is a grumpy second year law student living with reclusive, perpetual grad student named Phil. When the holiday season brings out a side of Phil that Dan’s never seen before, Meanwhile, when Phil finds out Dan hates all things festive, he makes it his goal to change Dan’s mind before Christmas. And also to find the perfect mince pie.

be sure to ring the doorbell (ao3) - frostbitten_cheeks

Summary: Dan’s a tired sports reporter. Phil’s a friendly vampire with no real sense of boundaries, a propensity for bad Dracula jokes and a habit of leaving his unconscious victims in Dan’s kitchen. This isn’t how Dan thought courtship goes, but he’ll take it.

be the shift of cornerstone (ao3) - frostbitten_cheeks

Summary: Japan is eight days of sushi and beauty and unwinding and Dan thinking of marriage far more than is necessary.

Black And White (And Screaming Color) (ao3) - mysticstargirl

Summary: the one where Dan is a teenager admitted to the hospital after his lung cancer hits a particularly nasty bump, and he hates it- but a beaming, beautiful, bright-eyed nurse named Phil Lester makes everything a bit better.

Dan is shades and layers of grey-black-white, but Phil is screaming color. The world is printer ink on cheap paper, Dan is thick, messy acrylic paint on rough paper, and Phil is pastel, watercolor stains on hot pressed canvas.

Everything fades with time, even masterpieces.

black butterflies and deja vu (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Once upon a time...there was a little boy, his name was- well, that’s not important. There was a little boy, and he didn’t have lots of friends.

But don’t worry, this isn’t a sad story, even though it sounds like it, I promise.

blue can be kind, too (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: A tale of being scared, starting fresh, and making your first ever friends after experiencing violent bullying.

Or rather, four-year-old Dan's first day at his new kindergarten.

Breeze (ao3) - sarahjean

Summary: Usually Dan is the one sitting awake at ungodly hours of the morning quietly pondering all the usual things. Death, our career, our future and so many other things. Now it’s my turn. For me, I always lead towards our future. Our lives after this second tour is over. The plans we made over a glass or two of wine. All the big things that are incredibly amazing to think about.

Bring Me Home From Hell (ao3) - the_unwritten_ruler

Summary: It’s an important moment for Dan when he finally perfects the ritual for summoning a demon, but he gets a lot more than he bargained for when he sets the creature loose on his life.

Broke, Gay and New in Town (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan Howell was in dire need for a change - he hated his job and his life and he just felt stuck. His grandfather’s letter was a blessing that came with an incredible gift: A farm. Dan had no idea how to run a farm but he was willing to give it a try.

He arrived in Stardew Valley with few expectations but even so, he could never have imagined he would encounter magic, otherworldly creatures, corporate conspiracies, so many queer villagers, a secret destiny and right at the centre of it all the love of his life.

broken porcelain (put me back together baby) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan wakes up - in pain, in little tiny pieces he can't make any sense of.

And Phil's out for the day, not there to take care of him while he lays in bed, contemplating the universe and why his goddamn brain has to spread its pain to the rest of his body on his worst of days.

[sosimsofmaddi]

Toddler Twins

The twins aged up to toddlers today! Their personalities are so different and so funny. Apparently they don't get along... maybe because Juneau picks on Brucie (and is defiant with everyone).

Brucie and Juneau had birthday breakfast in their high chairs.

Daddy went up and changed their cribs into toddler beds.

Then they blew out the candles on their birthday cakes with mommy (Reese) and Daddy (Gunnar)

Then they aged up and got some new clothes! (I don't change any physical characteristics, including hair and eye color). Everyone came to see what they look like as toddlers. They kept the exact same skin, eye, and hair colors as before.

Personally, I think Brucie is an exact mix of both parents. He has Reese's warmer skin tone and pink eyes, and Gunnar's hair color. While Juneau has a paler skin tone and blonde hair (she's even shades different from both brothers, with her dad's pale skin).

I wish Juneau had her mom's black hair. So far the blonde/white has been dominant for all three children. Kelley's father was blonde also, but he got mom's skin and eye colors.

If you line up Kelley -> Juneau -> Brucie in age order, their hair colors go down the line like a printer running out of ink.

But in terms of skin tone, it goes Kelley -> Brucie -> Juneau.

Kelley came in to hangout with his siblings! Kelley is such a sweetheart. He jumps in like this without even being asked. He's always been hands-on with the babies (playing with them). He's the best brother. He already has a close bond with each of them.

Juneau and Brucie, however, are on the path to not getting along. Juneau has the defiant and aggressive traits already, while Brucie has things like "likes to be held." He's definitely the softer/sweeter of the twins.

Juneau autonomously bites and kicks her twin brother already, and Reese and Gunnar had to step in and separate them. They each got a talking to.

Then each twin got some attention from their parents.

Early in this gameplay, it was just Reese and Kelley trying to get through it. Reese's character really started as someone who felt like she had to be alone her whole life because of her werewolf gene. She distanced herself from her sister, Roxana, when they both went into foster care because she thought Roxana had a better chance of getting adopted without her. Reese couldn't risk being adopted because she couldn't control being a werewolf, so she pushed her sister away. Roxana was adopted and Reese went on keeping her distance.

Roxana did show back up when Kelley was 10 when she heard that Reese was moving out to Moonwood Mill, where they both know their biological father was attacked and turned into a werewolf. She was worried about her sister and her nephew (who she didn't know). When she found out that Reese moved there because Kelley had the wolf gene (and she needed answers about how it would affect him), Roxana was slightly judgy but she stuck by her sister, because none of it was Reese's choice or fault.

Reese never wanted to be a parent. She never thought she could be. She didn't want to pass along the horrid wolf gene to any children, but she had Kelley on accident and he had it. So she needed answers. What she found was Gunnar. Even though it was dangerous for her to try to just walk up to a pack and demand answers, Gunnar didn't push her away. He found her in the woods and he kept her hidden from his pack. He helped as much as he could, taught her about pack life, that being a wolf has bonuses too, and helped her understand what Kelley's transition would look like when the time came.

Gunnar made her feel safe. More than that, he made her feel at home in her own skin. She spent her entire life worrying if she would become a wolf, then worrying that she couldn't control it, then worrying that it would hurt her son... and Gunnar came along and gave her all the support and answers she needed.

Now Gunnar and Reese have twins and are raising Kelley together. She would've never imagined she'd be comfortable raising more children and bringing them into the world. She got pregnant with the twins on accident, but Gunnar was so confident, so happy about it, that she realized it would probably be okay. His pack always pushed their members to have children. Because the werewolves are a declining species, they treat the children reverently. Gunnar felt that way about the possibility of having his children, so when it happened, even accidentally, he felt so lucky.

When Reese got pregnant, Gunnar finally brought up the topic about how to tell his pack about her and Kelley. As outsiders with a father/grandfather who was bitten and not born a wolf, it wasn't safe for them to approach the pack. So Gunnar snuck away to them. But Gunnar's children are rightfully owed a place in the pack. They're blood, and Gunnar wants to demand the same for the mother of his children and Kelley, the child of his heart.

They wanted to wait until the twins weren't tiny babies, and now that they've aged up, it's on both their minds.

With all this changing - Reese falling in love with a werewolf, keeping and raising his babies, and now thinking about allowing him to try to bring her and Kelley into his pack - Roxana is angry. She supported her sister and nephew being in Moonwood Mill because they wanted to know if the werewolf change would hurt Kelley, if they could make it easier on him. Roxana supported that, but she thought it would be research. She never imagined her older sister would willingly allow a wolf, a barbarian, into her home and life.

Roxana (and Reese) were raised to fear the wolves, to hate them for what they did to their dad (the attack) which caused him to pass down the genes to Reese. Roxana hates Reese's wolf side (and Kelley's), but she knows it wasn't Reese's choice. Bringing Gunnar in, having his babies, joining a pack... that would be Reese's decision, and Roxana can't support that.

Reese and Roxana's relationship starts to fray. Reese loves Gunnar, and she had two of his children (even accidentally). She loves them more than anything. She's finally safe (relatively) and happy/relieved, but Roxana can't accept that.

Roxana loves Kelley, and she has affection for the twins, but she can't support this family. She can't support the wolves. She doesn't like how Gunnar swept into their lives like he was meant to be there.

She doesn't understand the wolf mating bond. So the moment Gunnar and Reese met, it was like they always knew each other. He slotted into her life without a discussion. Roxana can't understand that, so it put her on edge to watch her independent, tough, closed-off sister let him in so quickly, let him around Kelley immediately.

She doesn't like Gunnar at all. He's so confident in himself and his decisions, and he doesn't apologize for being there, for the mating bond, or for taking his rightful place in the household. The minute he saw Reese, he knew she and Kelley were his.

Because Roxana can't stand him, she has a hard time bonding to his children. She thinks twins cemented his place in Reese's life (she thinks the mating bond is a manipulation), and Roxana hates that he trapped Reese into this life before that manipulation wore off.

None of them know that Reese and Gunnar's daughter, Juneau, is like Roxana. They both have the recessive werewolf gene. Neither one of them will ever turn into a wolf, but they can pass it down to their children. Roxana won't learn that she's a recessive wolf until Gunnar tells Reese about Juneau.

Roxana will likely bond with Juneau once they discover that, but right now she feels like they're Gunnar's children more than they are her niece and nephew, more even than they are Reese's children. She feels like Gunnar worked his way into the family and acts like Reese and Kelley belong to him. She'll never understand that on a biological, magical level, they do belong to him. And he belongs to them.

[bunny-carrothunter]

Opposite to this ask, here’s my top 10 favorite Wordgirl villains I guess

Also Happy New Year

10) Maria She’s Maria. What else can I say? She deserved better-

9) Glen More fun as a character but it’s funny that somehow he managed to corner TB not once but twice? Once by accident. Yeah he’s annoying. But he’s a hot mess and I love him. And also I blame my friend (YOUNKNOWHOYOUARE) for legit making me go totally indifferent to him to becoming my 4th favorite character in general).

8) Chuck Honestly, he goes all over the list depending on my mood but he’s just great. Fred Stoller is amazing and the more I watch his Instagram live streams the more convinced I get that he’s just Chuck’s humansona.

7) Ms Question

She’s just so much fun and I love her question mark hover board. I still can’t draw her to save my life and that makes me sad ;; BUT she’s definitely a top favorite. And the fact she gets Chuck as a brother-in-law is so funny to me.

6)  Nocan Love me a himbo that can sense granola bars from across the entire city. Also my dude is legit the second strongest non-alien villain, give props where its due.

5) Guy Rich Fanon or canon? Yes. Gotta love the gawl this man had for acting so high and mighty, taunting Mr Big like he did when he was just a con man. He’s more fun to play with as a foil to Big rather than an actual villain but I still love him.

4) Dr Two Brains Yeah what a surprise imarite but if its not for the nostalgia, he’s just fun to watch. Tom Kenny was perfect for him. I said all I could on the previous list so we’re moving on.

3) Lady Redundant Woman What can I say but I absolutely love her. Unhinged woman who does not give a flip. She will bite your leg if you talk to her before she gets a cup of coffee. My friend pointed out how Beatrice’s villain self is basically her yassified form and that’s so accurate looking at it. I love that her outfit is the 4 colors of a printer ink cartridge, and I LOVE her style. Yas queen.

2) Mr Big To the surprise of no one- Arrogant, touch-starved manchild himbo. There’s so many layers to this man and I might make a character analysis post on him if I get the chance. Also the fact that he has the most SIMPLE design and yet 80% of the fandom agrees he’s SO HARD TO DRAW is the funniest fucking thing. We love a himbo.

1) Leslie Yeah, there was no doubt, and I will count her as a solo villain because she technically did in that one ep. I absolutely love her and no one will ever change my mind.

It’s not surprising most of the fandom agrees Leslie very well may be one of the smartest characters in the show, and yet she works with someone who, well is the opposite lol. She’s a martial artist, a gymnast, wielder, pilot of just about every vehicle imaginable (golf cart, crane, blimp, a rocket ship), paints, engineering to an extent (that we know), ON TOP of all that being able to manage an entire company and business managing.

ON TOP OF THAT, it’s canon Leslie is immune to mind control. Even Mr Big got himself mind controlled, the dumbas-

Speaking of Big, their dynamic is just so amusing, they play off each other so well and I honestly wish we could of seen Leslie interact with the other villains on her own. If “Leslie Makes It Big” is anything to go off of, they all seem to like her and get along with her.

I am very normal about Leslie.

[oxygenbefore1775]

@robosuta eternal apologies for me being late with the post - this is repost essentially since my blog was broken and the post was invisible

Hii❤❤ tysm for ur kind words, I'm glad that you like my work — I'm also in love with your artwork so keep it up please

I think for some workplaces it's ok to bring your child to the work like my mom did it once so I have some ~background knowledge~ on this

Yeager Jr. At The Warrior Office

characters included: annie, bertholdt, colt, eren, pieck, porco, reiner, zeke

tags: modernau!

a/n: i made the age gap between Zeke and Eren larger so Zeke is in his early to mid 20s and Eren is of the elementary school age; also, the warriors are all working in the office, just some boring corporate jobs

Annie

Annie often gets bored at work with her monotonous duties, all of them predictable and never chaging from day to day - so seeing a new face in the office certainly sparks up her interest

initially Annie expects Eren to be boring, given that his father is a doctor and his brother is a white-collar worker, but gets pleasantly surprised when Eren turns out to be a charming but still quite shy ball of energy

doesn't approach Eren though, preferring to stay at her workplace and watch Eren strike up conversations with other warriors instead

when there's a spontaneous practical task emerging like changing the ink cartridge in the printer, Annie is the first one to volunteer (even though there's an intern for such stuff) - while she takes the printer apart, this is the first time that Eren approaches her just to watch the process with curiosity and asking some questions from time to time

Bertholdt

Bertholdt is usually the one to carry all of the difficult tasks on his back (mainly because he can't say no) so he doesn't bat an eye when Eren comes into the office, his eyes glued to the monitor

naturally, Eren gets interested in whatever work Bertholdt is doing and genuinely tries to understand the whole process but it's just too complicated for him to comprehend

in an attempt to put Eren at ease, Bertholdt tries to explain everything to Eren in detail but unsuccessfully - it just makes Eren more angry at himself for not being able to understand such a process when Bertholdt is able to do it with no effort

in the end, Bertholdt misses the deadline to hand in his work and ends up being reprimanded for it

Colt

Colt is an intern so his day is quite busy, especially with Zeke delegating most of his mundane tasks to his subordinate - but Colt is excited to meet Eren anyway

after a while the expected thing happens - Zeke hands Eren into Colt's care - and Colt treats this as the most important mission, not wanting to disappoint his mentor

Given how much Colt wants to gain Zeke's respect, he becomes overbearing towards Eren and gets borderline intrusive in his conversations with the boy

Eren grows tired from being babied so much and when Colt leaves to fetch some snacks from the vending machine for the boy, Eren uses this opportunity to run away

Pieck

With Zeke mentioning his little brother in conversations a lot, Pieck is eager to meet Eren and to find out whether or not the boy is really as wonderful as Zeke tells

Pieck and Eren get along almost instantly, Pieck calls him her little minion and even recruits him to help her (knowing perfectly well that it is beyond all the work ethics to use child labor)

tasked with conducting data analysis and making a presentation about it, Pieck calls Eren for help whenever it comes to choosing a color palette of each graphic - having his own vision, Eren is willing to help in order to make the presentation as eye-catching as possible

given that Eren has not yet developed a sense of style and Pieck not knowing better, the presentation ends up being too flamboyantly designed, but perfectly executed analytic-wise nonetheless

Porco

Porco is not present at the moment when Eren appears in the office - he just has too much vigor to stay at one spot for the whole workday so he often changes location in the building, bringing his laptop with him

Consequenly, Porco is unaware of who Eren is when he first meets the boy in the cafeteria - the first thought that goes through his mind is "Our company is employing kids nowadays?"

Still confused about a child in a corporate building, Porco strikes up a conversation with Eren and is surprised to learn that the boy is Zeke's little brother

Porco thinks that Eren is lying about being brothers with Zeke and tries to call him out on his bullshit (mainly because Porco is bored and wants to shake up his dull day) - bets money on the fact that Eren and Zeke are not related and has to give it up when Eren leads him into the warriors' office to prove him wrong, shit-eating grin on his face

Reiner

Reiner loves kids, but only four specific kids - the kids being Gabi, Falco, Udo and Zofia - tenses up a bit when he sees Eren, lowkey expecting him to behave just like Gabi

Since Reiner's workspce is full of photos of him with the children and cute little trinkets that the children gave him, Eren walks up to Reiner's desk and inspects every object there, keeping the silence the entire time

Feeling the urge to break the awkward silence, Reiner blurts out the first thing that comes to him "You and your brother look very similar", realizing the senselessness of his words too late - after a moment of looking Reiner up and down, Eren replies with "Yes, like our nose shape is the same"

This exchange manages to break the ice between them and the whole workday Reiner entertains Eren with the unobtrusive small-talk

Zeke

(even though he is the one who's brought Eren into the office but I still wanna write some hcs about him)

Zeke is bursting with pride, seeing his little brother wander around the office and interact with other warriors

Watching the work of the others with Zeke being the main coordinator, Eren feels competitive towards the warriors and also wants to help his onii-chan - Zeke agrees to it and tasks Eren with coming up with new ideas or tactics to optimize the work in the office

As perfectionistic and insensitive as he can get, Zeke points out every flaw in Eren's suggestions and nearly brings his brother on the verge of tears with his harsh critic - and genuinely doesn't understand why Eren got upset at his truthful words

again, thank you so much for requesting, it was really fun for me to write

[yinses]

B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !! 

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind.  really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature. 

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.  

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

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I Promise

Derek Hale X Stilinski Reader 

Word Count: 2078

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey this is my first request but would you be able to make one with stiles younger sister and derek.She sees him in her house with stiles and Scott when she comes downstairs to go to school with stiles,And she like says “hey are you rea-“. Then stops when she sees derek, and blushes etc. And stiles and Scott are like asking her if she’s okay etc and she looks read and derek can sense what it is due to being a werewolf and he starts smirking and she says she’s fine etc and they go to school in stiles Jeep and derek comes with themAnd they keep on bumping into each other all the time and one time he saves her etc and they start to like each other a lot and then they secretly date but then get found out by stiles.Also derek gets super protective of her and no one knows why and he tries to brush it off etc and he keeps on getting jealous when other boys look at her.Thank you :)

A/N: I think I got a bit carried away with this one, I just kept writing I really enjoyed this one though and might write a part 2 for myself but let me know if your interested.

Stiles often thought that he was good at hiding things from you but it became very clear very quickly that he was terrible at you, you being his younger twin meant that you were often the one to see him doing weird hard to explain things when your ad was at work and you were the one that was covering things up for him before long you found out what it was that he was hiding and in some ways wished that you never had to deal with it but the truth of the matter was there was no way that you were getting away from it.

The first time that you met Derek you had been the last one to get ready for school, you were headed down the stairs "Hey are you guys rea-" You stopped when you saw Derek in the kitchen, Stiles and Scott looked back in time to see you blush. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked, "you look a little red." "She's fine," Derek said a smirk on his face and Stiles looked between the both of you before his eyes widened. "No!" He said as he pointed at you. "Can we just go to school?" You asked. "Yeah about school." Stiles scratched the back of his head. "Look I don't care how many classes you skip, I'm not skipping any and you're the one that got the Jeep so you're dropping me to school." You ordered and you nodded. "How about we all drop you to school," Derek suggested. "It's quicker." "Whatever just hurry up or I'll drive it myself." You threatened as you grabbed the keys on the way out.

"You are blissfully unaware for being the sheriff's daughter," Derek said as he walked up next to you. "I'm not unaware of anything." You mumbled. "What are you doing out here anyway?" He asked. "Walking home." You answered. "Where's your hyperattentive brother?" He asked. "Probably off chasing supernatural with Scott." You shrugged as you looked through your bag for your keys and coming up empty, when you looked up Derek was holding them up in his hand. "You were talking about my keys earlier." You said in realisation and he smiled before handing them over. "Be careful, I'm not always going to be around to find your keys for you." He said before he was gone, you rolled your eyes before walking up to your front door and walking into the house.

From that night onwards it seemed like you bumped into Derek everywhere even when you were with your brother and it was becoming increasingly common for him to be overprotective when it came to you being involved in anything and that was why you probably shouldn't have been but you were out late one night, Stiles and Scott were at Lydia's party and it was a full moon but  then you saw Lydia, you knew that she was supposed to be at her party but she looked completely zoned out as she dragged Derek to her car, you knew that you weren't going to be able to keep up with her so you tried to call Stiles but when he didn't answer the phone "Useless." You muttered as you did your best to follow her which was definitely easier when she hit the dirt road of the preserve because you could follow her tyre tracks. When you got there, you saw Peter coming out of the house, your eyes widened as you hid behind a tree hoping that he hadn't seen you, you moved when you heard Lydia's car leave. You ran into the house and saw Derek on the floor, you fell to your knees ignoring the fact that in any other situation you would have taken a second to admire him and shaking his shoulders "Derek!" You called. "You can not be dead, I'm sure you've been through worse." "You might need something a little louder," Deaton suggested making you just as you looked around to see him, he was holding something in his hand and you were out of options so you nodded. You didn't hear anything but Derek did. He was awake within seconds, he looked over at you for a second before looking at the floorboards. "That sound, what was it?" Derek asked as he looked back at Deaton who held up the whistle in his hands, he rolled his eyes before touching his arm. "Don't worry. You're still an Alpha, not a particularly competent one." Deaton said "Where is he?" He asked. "I don't know," Deaton answered. "Then why don't you tell me why you're helping me?" He asked as he stood up. "Helping your family used to be pretty important to me." Deaton answered "Helping you was a promise I made to your mother." "You're the one my sister told me about a... Kind of adviser." Derek said. "She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him." Deaton warned. "I don't trust anyone," Derek said and you rolled your eyes. "Edgy much?" You muttered to yourself which he of course heard. "I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all." Deaton explained. "Scott." Derek sighed. "He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. Something tells me - it's going exactly the way he wants it to." Deaton answered.

You had been with Scott and Matt when the Argents started shooting, you had hidden under one of the tables, hands pressed against your eyes as you tried to stay hidden, the smoke helped and all the noise stopped the Kanima from coming back to find you, you don't actually know how long you were there for before someone crouched in front of you, they grabbed your wrist and you pushed away from them, your eyes opening for a second and catching that it was Derek, he gestured for you to come out "What are you doing back here, they'll kill you if they find you." You scolded him and he rolled his eyes before picking up. "Well, I'm not leaving you here." He muttered as he pressed your face to his shoulder "Keep your head down." It only took a couple of minutes for Derek to get you out  "Are you okay?" "I think so." You answered as he put you on the ground. "Wait here until everything is over." He said and you looked at him and nodded. When you finally got home that night, you didn't know what to do with yourself, you paced for a second before you were sitting on your bed, hands ran through your hair before you pressed the heel of your palm to your eyes in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. You looked up at your window when you heard it open but a second later Derek was in your room. "What are you doing here?" You asked wiping at your eyes but he just walked over and sat next to you pulling you into his side. "I wasn't going to come in but I think you need someone." He said softly and that was all it took for you to cry wrapping your arms around him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Everything was fine for a couple of days Derek came to see you and make sure that you were okay but then everything changed after he tried to kill Jackson, you stopped talking to him, you started locking your window and made an effort to be with Scott and Stiles and never being out late, that is until everything started up again and a pack of Alphas made their way into Beacon Hills and you knew that you were going to have to see him again "so are you going to tell me what happened between you and Derek?" Stiles asked as he walked into your room and walked over to your laptop. "What are you doing?" You asked. "I ran out of ink. I need your printer." He answered, "now answer my question." "Nothing happened between us." You shrugged. "So he didn't sneak into your room almost every night?" He asked you opened your mouth to lie but instead decided against it "How did you know?" You asked. "Scott could smell him on you." He answered. "Right." You nodded "well don't worry we haven't spoken since he tried to kill Jackson." "Maybe you should talk to him," Stiles suggested. The truth was that Stiles had been to see Derek with Scott to ask about the tattoo and he realised that for a few seconds he watched the door waiting for something, he was waiting for you. "What are you doing anyway?" You asked. "We found out where Boyd and Erika were being held." He answered. "So you're going to get them?" You asked. "Yeah." He nodded. "You don't need help?" You asked. "You wanna help?" He asked. "Well, I can't just sit around and do nothing." You shrugged.

The truth was the reason that you had never gone to see him was because you knew the moment that you looked at him you were going to forgive him and you had been right, you could feel him looking at you as Stiles talked "concentrate, we'll talk later." You said lowly knowing that he would hear you from your place on the sofa. "I'm thinking a diamond bit," Stiles said and you rolled your eyes. "Stiles you don't need a drill." You informed him and he looked back at you. "Sorry what?" He asked. "I'm sure the Alpha werewolf can punch through a wall." You said. "She's right." Derek agreed. "You're gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asked. "Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this? That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co..." Derek punched him and he doubled over in pain "he can do it." Stiles fell away from Derek and Scott and towards you. "Walk it off, big brother." You muttered as you clapped his shoulder and directed him back to the desk where the plans were. "try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." You heard Peter say. "Can someone kill him again please?" Stiles asked. "What about you?" Derek asked as he looked at Scott. "If you want me to come-" "You're not going!" and "Not you!" Said at the same time yours and Derek's voices overlapping and cutting off your brother as he realised the question was directed at Scott.

When Derek came back the next morning his heart warmed at what he found, you were still on the sofa where he'd left you before, he walked over and crouched in front of you, he gently shook you away and it took a moment but you shot up eyes widening "what happened?" You asked. "Nothing, I'm fine don't worry." He said softly. "What are you still doing here?" You're going to be late for school." He said. "I promised we would talk." You reminded him and he nodded. "I'm sorry for avoiding you and basically cutting you out of my life, I just didn't know what to do after everything that happened I was scared that you... didn't need me anymore or that you didn't want me anymore and-" He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. "I will always need you and I will never stop wanting you." He promised. "I'm sorry about everything with Jackson and I know that's not enough but I promise nothing like that will ever happen again."

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

[granitebj]

Brother Laser Toner Mediums Of Print

Okay, so you've heard their names–CMYK, Spot Color, and Simulated Process–however, what are they and how do they utilize Brother laser toner? What sets them apart from one another?

What is the best application for every technique we're about to mention? Well, let us go over each of them from the info found on medium, one at a time.

CMYK is the oldest color recreation method for print with the use of laser printer cartridges. Screen printing machines can print formats on white or light-colored garments utilizing cyan, magenta, and yellow.

For users competent in CMYK file preparation, Photoshop, and screen production, this is still a viable process of print for light-colored fabrics. The laser Brother toner is not used as much because simulated printing is more dominant.

PROS: It can be printed with plastisol or water-based inks, the soft hand feels, and suggested to be printed damp on damp.

CONS: Need to be knowledgeable on how to separate colors in the proper software application appropriately, minimal garment color choice (white or light-colored garments), requires a much deeper understanding of mesh choice and reproduction of halftone worths, minimal color spectrum–printers will not have the ability to recreate specific colors. If a printer requires a vibrant red, they'll need a bump screen to print that color.

SUGGESTED TOOLS: Use Photoshop to separate colors. Do not utilize a vector program to split, rip software application for the movie output, the Color Profile for inks you're utilizing.

AREA COLOR, WHAT IS IT? Spot color is the most typical print method in the market and has, in some cases, been called the screen printer's best friend. Understanding producing, applying, and dealing with area colors is essential to any screen printer. Logo designs, text, cartoons, line art, and more are all designs area colors excel at replicating.

Spot color designs are typically produced using vector graphics programs such as Adobe Illustrator. Many programs can develop spot colors. Area colors (such as Pantone or customized blended) can be printed as solid shapes at 100% tint or halftones by changing their tint worth away from 100%.

PROS: Brilliant color values, excellent user color control, and clean edges.

CONS: It is traditionally limited to solid color with some halftones and vector illustrations. Spot color does not replicate every kind of print; for example, it doesn't work for photographic styles.

SIMULATED PROCEDURE, WHAT IS IT? A simulated Process is a method utilized to replicate almost any image on the marketplace. It does it via the overlapping and blending of colors in an approach similar to CMYK by using halftones, area tones, and/or PMS colors. 

Basically, it's a way of taking an image that historically would have been printed through CMYK; however, it instead utilizes more opaque ink to create a more steady color and production-friendly colorant that can print almost any style for any garment. Designs that are too hard to separate in a vector program, raster images, photos, and intricate tonal illustrations-- are all workable with Simulated Process.

Because of the '90s, Simulated Process has become more popular and commonly accepted since it's much easier to separate, print, and accomplish the best, finished garment compared to CMYK. The simulated process is more steady during production, resulting in fewer misprints. It's the favored separation printing approach.

With any new method, a print supplier should thoroughly investigate the technique and practice it before implementing it in their store. Look online for details. Facebook groups are a terrific place to ask knowledgeable printing machine operators for aid.

YouTube is another excellent platform for more information about the process. If you do not have the capacity to get more details about separations, freelancers concentrating on partitions can assist you.

PROS: High-end, high-detailed artwork, and graphics. Detail capture keeps an enormous level of information (resolution of image and LPI).

Versatility: Print on any garment color due to a white foundation. Fast times of print with potential flashing across all garment types, which you can not do for CMYK printing. Vivid expanded color values due to utilizing specific spot colors to achieve an expanded tonal spectrum.

Significantly broadens the user's capability to service client requirements—functions with water-based colorants, PVC-free, discharge, plastisol inks, and discharge underlay method. 

CONS: Whilst the barrier to entry is low; printing craftsmen must educate themselves by finding info online or connecting with screen printing experts and practicing the strategy. It's not ideal for replicating fine text or sharp, vector-like edges.

SUGGESTED TOOLS: Photoshop or other programs, RIP software and Film Output appliances, devoted dye set for the software application system, PMS mixing system, or close colors. Higher mesh count screens with high consistent stress

Now you know the distinction between CMYK, Spot Colors, and Simulated Process. Each style of printing has its advantages and disadvantages. It is all about what works for you and your shop the best. Experiment with approaches you wonder about and find the best process for you.

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Where are Your Parents? - Sbi Au Chapter five

Also on my ao3 

 Read the other chapters here: [1]  [2]  [3]  [4]

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Tommy scrunches his nose in distaste. “I wouldn’t want to leave either of you ever!”

Techno laughs softly. “Wilbur would love to hear that he won’t have you disappearing like me when you're older.”

Tommy giggles as Wilbur fusses over his clothes. Techno finishes packing a small bag for his trip to the mountains past town. Tommy didn’t like him leaving so much, but he knew it was what Techno wanted to do. He knew Techno left the orphanage to be free to go wherever in life.

He also knew neither of them planned to live in a questionably stable shed with a 10 year old boy to look after but here he was. He always tried to stay positive, but he wasn’t oblivious to how his brothers feel.

Wilbur puts a cap over his messy blonde hair and Tommy smiles at how happy Wilbur looks.

“Remember what I said, Techno.” Wilbur warns.

Techno pretends to be nonchalant and fake yawns. “Yeah, yeah, Toms passes out. I bring him back. If he seems fine, I let him run around town so you get a break” He teases the younger boy.

Wilbur sighs, and steps back from straightening Tommy’s suspenders. “Alright, I’ll see you both soon.”

Tommy grabs a basket and waits for Techno by the path while the older two talk.

Techno readjusts his travel bag and they start walking towards town. Tommy walks ahead of him slightly, excited to finally be out of the woods.

“Slow down Toms c’mon. I know you miss town but it’s not going anywhere.”

Tommy slows down. “What? I thought you were excited to leave that forest too?”

“You know I am, and I know you are, but I’m leaving for a few days so we should talk.” He swings his arm around Tommy’s shoulder, having to lean down very far to reach the ten year old’s shoulders. “I always miss you, you know.”

“If you miss me so much, why don’t you stay intown? I’m sure someone would hire you.”

Tommy watches his brother look straight ahead. “Well, you know how Wil likes staying in the forest?”

“Yeah…”

“And you know how you like to be in town?”

Tommy nods, unsure where his brother was going with this. “Yeah?”

“Well I don’t like the forest or the town. I’m not happy with anything unless I’m free.” He smiles at Tommy. “I like knowing that no matter how far I go, you two will always be there when I’m back.”

Tommy scrunches his nose in distaste. “I wouldn’t want to leave either of you ever!”

Techno laughs softly. “Wilbur would love to hear that he won’t have you disappearing like me when you're older.”

They reach the town and Tommy takes a deep breath at the sight of people other than his brothers. He missed the crowded buildings and stone streets. Before he can go and find the man who will let him sell newspapers, he has to get Techno's seal of ‘I’m not gonna pass out’ approval.

“Well…?” The blonde questions.

“Well… I think you’re going to be fine today, just take it easy for Wil’s sake. And go tell Phil thanks for saving you.” He laughs and starts walking away.

Tommy always wondered how Techno was so sure on where he was headed. He didn’t have any kind of map that the boy could see, he just seemed to know. He hopes one day he could walk into uncertainty with the confidence of his brother. He knows they aren’t really related, but he can’t help but realize he’s adopted traits from both of them over time.

Wilbur taught him about being grateful for all the little things in life, to be happy with who he was becoming and keep pushing to be better. Techno helped him understand that the world was big, bigger than any problem, bigger than him and his brothers. That you’ll never be able to face the world till you start within yourself.

One thing he hadn’t picked up from them is their general distaste for talking to people outside of their family. Though his older brothers were both very interesting people, Tommy always hoped he’d never get their attitude towards others. He’d find it very boring if he didn’t interact with new people everyday.

He turns another corner and shakes hands with the man who owns the newspaper printer. He tries to suppress a sigh when he sees some of the ink from the man's stained hands was now on his.

“Jim, Guess who’s back?”

“Your brother finally let you out of home-jail huh? Took ya almost the full week he told me you’d be out for you to convince him.” The man teases.

“He was really worried, okay? I didn’t want to be home that long either!” He huffs and holds his arms out for Jim to put a stack of newspapers into.

“You know the routine, but in case you forgot; money by tomorrow.” He ruffles Tommy’s blonde hair until it's a mess.

He cringes thinking about what Wilbur would say if he saw someone mess up his hair. “I know, it’s been a week not a year. I’m almost 11 and I can remember everything now.” He puts the newspapers in his basket and walks to the door, opening it with his unoccupied hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tommy notices the sky has been slowly getting cloudier as he continues to sell newspapers down each street. Stopping to talk with many familiar faces and answering questions about where he’s been.

He’s tapped on the shoulder and turns around while taking a deep breath, prepared to talk about the news yet another time this morning.

He’s greeted with one of Tubbo’s older brothers, Sapnap. With his familiar headband holding back his dark hair like usual. “Sapnap! How are you?” “I’m better now that I know you’re still kicking. Dude, you scared us! Maybe give us a ring next time you get grounded or whatever.”

Tommy wasn’t sure he was allowed to tell people he didn’t have a house phone… or a house. So he just laughed it off. “Yeah, sorry. I fell and hurt my head pretty badly, Wilbur didn’t want me to pass out so I stayed home for a bit.”

“Never heard of someone’s brother grounding them but hey, first time for everything right?” Sapnap laughs and hands him a dime. “For the paper. I’m glad you're better, come visit soon yeah? Eret and Tubbo have been busy with some kind of castle in the backyard. I’m sure they’d like your opinions.”

“Tell them soon, I’ve got something to do this afternoon.” Tommy was going to go thank Phil like Techno recommended. He owes the bookstore owner that at least.

“Alright, I’ll go tell them you’re alive and you know where we’ll be. Just make sure to come after school. Or you’ll be stuck talking with my mom again.”

“I like talking with May, but noted.” Sapnap waves and starts to walk away, flipping through the newspaper as he walks.

Tommy starts heading to the other side of town where (hopefully) Phil would be working in the store and not closed for the day. He sells the rest of his newspapers on the way, which wasn’t surprising since he was handed so few.

The clouds were growing closer together, Tommy walked a little faster to try and beat the oncoming shower. He hoped it would just be a quick afternoon rain.

“Mr. Phil?” Tommy pokes his head into the book store and calls.

“Tommy? How are you doing? Come in before the rain.” He sets down the box of books and sits in a chair behind the desk. Tommy sets his basket on the counter before resting his chin on top of his folded arms.

“I feel better now, I came to say thank you for saving me. Techno wanted me to say thank you for him too!”

They both turn to smile at the new customer when they hear the jingle of the door opening before Phil continues the conversation. “What about Wilbur? How’s he?”

“Well I’m sure Wil’s thankful too, he’s probably just um- embarrassed? I think he’s too busy being upset that he wasn’t there for me…” Tommy lulls his head to one side and starts fiddling with his sleeve.

“He’ll come around I’m sure. He’s just worried about you like a brother should. I hope you told him thank you too.” Phil tries to cheer him up a bit by being the second person today to mess up his hair.

“I did! Well, sort of.” He looks at the box of unsorted books and quickly changes topics. “Can I help you sort those? Please?”

“Well I’m not going to pass up free help. Come over here and I’ll teach you how.”

The pair walk over to the shelf in the back corner and Tommy picks up a soft paper book. Then looking up at Phil for an explanation.

“They’re sorted by title in this section. What’s the book name?”

Tommy freezes, he almost regrets being such a devil about school that they stopped making him try. Because right now it’d be really helpful if he could read.

“I- uh- cah? Cah-la?”

Phil steps beside him and takes the book from him gently. “Call is that first word. Do you know the next one?”

It’s two letters long and Tommy still doesn’t know. “I-I don’t know how to.”

Phil pauses for a moment, Tommy wonders if he is realizing that maybe a kid who lives in the woods doesn’t go to school, and therefore does not thrive well in a bookstore.

“Th-that’s okay Toms, it’s okay. This book is titled ‘Call it Courage’” He reads it slowly, pointing to each word.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, we can turn this into a teaching experience. We’ll read the titles together and then you can sort them.” He hands the book back to the boy and they walk over to a shelf labeled ‘Kids non-fiction A-E’

Phil makes a space and Tommy reaches up to put it on the shelf.

They continue like that for a while, Phil occasionally going to ring up someone’s books or when they both stopped to have lunch.

Tommy is about to pick up another book, when someone with a large dog walks in. He wasn’t a big fan of dogs, and has had too many encounters with mean ones on the street to be comfortable with this situation. He hides behind Phil and grabs his arm.

“The dog is on a leash Tommy, it can't get you.” Phil tries to step away from his grip so they can put away the final few books.

Tommy looks up ready to try and ignore the dog but he immediately makes eye contact with the animal and buries his face in the adult’s arm. He really wishes bookstores had a no pets policy.

Phil detaches himself from Tommy, much to his dismay. “I’ll finish up here, do you want to start heading home before the rain?”

It was only 3pm, he didn’t want to be back in the woods so soon. “Can I go to your apartment and leave after the rain?”

“Sure, but leave the door open so we can listen for customers. I’ll come up there when the store is empty.”

Tommy nods, waits for the dog to be in the opposite corner of the stairs and books it to the red apartment door. Leaving the door open behind him felt strange, Wilbur would scold him when he left their door open at the orphanage.

He’s not a big fan of Phil’s interior design choices, but their house didn’t even have furniture. So really who was he to judge?

He sits on the plaid carpet and opens one of the coffee table drawers. Looking for a game. He pushes a pack of cigarettes aside and pulls out a checkerboard and a small bag of pieces.

After he figures out how to turn on the radio, he sets the boardgame up. Checkers was the only one he really knew how to play. Techno would try to teach him chess but he never could get all the rules right.

So they stuck to checkers. Before they left, whenever one of them was hesitant to talk about what was bothering them, they’d go downstairs and pull out an old checker board and talk while they played.

It always helped Tommy figure out what he needed to say if his hands were busy. When Techno started getting upset over school he’d watch Wilbur smuggle a card game up to the older kid’s rooms.

So he uses it now, he plays a few games of checkers to distract himself from the dog downstairs. He lays on his side and moves the black and red pieces around, flipping them when they reach the end.

The rain starts to pour in sheets. Tommy gets up off the rug to go look out the window. The bookstore overlooks the street where he can see the roads begin to flood with the heavy rain. He leans on the windowsill and watches it for a while, his nose fogging the window from where he has it boredly pressed against the glass.

He gets really worried when he starts to hear thunder. It was already 5pm. Phil would be closing the store in an hour. He really didn’t want to walk home in a thunderstorm.

He especially didn’t want to sleep in the woods in a thunderstorm. The roof always leaked, and it's already so cold that he knows all that water would turn to ice very quickly.

Deciding that walking back in this was something he had to do, he thought it was better to go through a storm than have Wilbur assume the worst and never let him in town alone again.

He drags his feet over to the board game left on the floor, and starts to put each of the pieces back in the bag. He pauses when he hears the stairs creak, turning around to greet Phil once again.

“The rain’s bad Toms, I don’t think you’ll be able to get back home yet.”

“I have to or Wilbur’s gonna be worried about me. I’d rather walk home in the rain than have him out in this looking for me.” He continues to put away the pieces and folds the board.

“I can’t let you out in this, you’re a kid, it's dangerous. If it let’s up later we’ll walk back together again.” He can tell by the tone Phil actually feels bad for not letting him leave. So Tommy pushes the table drawer closed and doesn’t argue.

Besides, sleeping in an actual house during a heavy storm sounded very nice. It might be worth the lecture he’d get from Wilbur when he returned in the morning.

Both of them were sitting on the couch, with the first book Tommy had picked up earlier, ‘Call it Courage’ and they are switching off who reads each paragraph. At first it was difficult stumbling over almost every word, but when he got to sit back and listen to Phil read his paragraph, he knew that being able to read on his own would be worth it.

The boy in the story was afraid of the sea because he saw his mom fall victim to it. Tommy thinks he’d be scared of the sea too if he saw it, especially since he knows it could swallow him whole. He thinks he’ll stick to the river.

They hear more thunder roll by and Phil closes the book as Tommy watches the lightning flash through the curtains. Tommy was nervous about how loud the wind sounded.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to light a candle while you cook? What if the power goes out- and you’re trying to see the pan in the dark? What then Phil?” He’s sitting at the kitchen table now, up on his knees with both hands lifting him up so he was leaning over it precariously.

“There’s a candle in that cabinet,” Phil stops what he’s cooking to point to the drawer closest to Tommy. “If you get me one i’ll light it and well keep it in the middle of the table yeah?”

He picks out one after smelling all of them twice, and by that time Phil is already done with the food. Tommy walks it over to the stove carefully since it’s glass and the bookstore owner trades him the candle for a bowl of soup.

They eat and talk about the story they were reading and the whole time the rain doesn’t let up once. The wind is so aggressive Tommy stops mid rant to worry about Wilbur alone out there.

Phil notices and carries both their bowls to the sink. Leaving them for morning before grabbing the candle and turning to Tommy. “I have a guest room, you can sleep there and leave first thing okay? I can’t let you have a candle because that’d be a fire hazard.” He pauses to laugh at his own joke. “I’ll open the curtains so you won’t need a candle. Streetlights are enough.”

Tommy nods, the storm really wasn’t letting up and it was getting late. Maybe Wilbur will assume he went to Tubbo’s house. He pours a glass of water and follows Phil through a door in the living room.

The room is small, much like the rest of the apartment and has a double bed in between two bedside tables. The wood floor is cold beneath him so while Phil fixes the curtains and sets down his water and climbs under the covers.

“See the door to your left? That’s the bathroom and through there is my room. The storm should be over soon but if you need me that’s where I am.”

“Goodnight.” He’s sitting up in the bed, holding the blanket close to him while he watches Phil turn out the lights.

“Goodnight Toms, I hope Wil’s okay out there.”

While Tommy sleeps, Wilbur doesn’t.

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for random prompts “welcome back, now fucking help me” whichever verse! ❤️

Lol I have accepted defeat and am writing all of these in the WTWTA ‘verse. Also I changed the sentence a lil bit to make it make more sense I’M SORRY. 

(this got SUPER long so the rest is under the cut)

33. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

Gods, Jon still hasn’t gotten used to how bloody hot it is in King’s Landing yet. 

He squints against the sunlight as he climbs out of his car, slamming the door behind him. Six months, he’s been in this city now. It’s so different from Winterfell that he feels like he’s on a different planet most of the time. 

Maybe that’s a good thing, though. The warmth helps him forget, he’s found. Forget about the past. Everything that happened that led him to here. 

Jon twirls his keys around his fingers as he pulls the building door open, the cool air conditioning washing over him providing instant relief from the heat. It’s nice, being in a new city, and closer to Robb, Sansa, and even Arya now that she’s back from her semester abroad, but the weather-- that he doesn’t think he’ll ever become accustomed to. 

He takes the stairs slowly up to the floor his apartment is on, remembering the words of his doctor during the appointment he’d just come from. He’s healing, and his heart is getting stronger, but still not as strong as it once was. It’s been almost a year now-- he thought he’d be better by now, but everything is still an exercise in pacing himself. Soon, the doctor had said. Soon you’ll be back to normal. 

Jon’s not even sure he knows what normal is anymore. 

He tries to block out the thoughts, not let his mind get dragged back down into that dark place it’d only recently climbed out of as he opens his apartment door. 

“I’m back--” Jon calls out to his roommates, but the words die in his mouth. 

What awaits him is pure and utter chaos. 

Someone’s screaming-- Pyp, probably, judging by the sound, and he catches a quick flash of white race by at the end of the hallway, closely followed by Sam. Oh, gods, he thinks, taking a step into the hallway, realizing that their flooring has somehow become... black? 

“Get back here, you beast!” Pyp hollers, and then Jon sees him run across the living room as well. Upon closer inspection, he sees paw prints in the black mess tracked up and down the hallway, and his stomach drops. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jon whispers. 

Grenn appears at the end of the hallway then, covered in snowy white dog hair and black... whatever it is. Paint? Ink? Jon’s not sure, but it’s not good. “Welcome back,” Grenn says, chest heaving. “Now fucking help us.” 

“What... what happened?” Jon says, heart pounding as he sidesteps the tracks of black up and down the hallway, entering the living room. Ghost is racing circles, barking with glee, as Sam and Pyp try to corner him. 

“Ghost got into my new fuckin’ printer,” Grenn says, gesturing at the shredded cardboard box and mess of plastic parts on the coffee table. “And somehow managed to empty the ink cartridge onto everything.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Jon repeats, eyes wide with horror. “Ah... Ghost, stop it! C’mere, boy!” 

His dog doesn’t come, but he hesitates long enough that Pyp is able to tackle him, Sam grabbing his collar just in case. Ghost, sweet, wonderful idiot that he is, thinks it’s a game, because he rolls over in Pyp’s arms, licking at his face. His paws are painted black with ink as well, his entire underbelly coated in it. 

“Oh, gods,” Sam says, pushing Ghost’s inky foot away from him. “What do we do, Jon? We have to clean him up!” 

“Don’t forget the fuckin’ apartment!” Pyp grumbles, face half full of fur. 

“Er...” Jon says, mind blank. His heart is racing, taking in the destruction his dog has caused. “Uh, Grenn, get his crate, in my room. Take the bed out of it; drag it out here.” He carefully walks across the living room as Grenn disappears down the hall towards his room, sidestepping ink spills and pawprints on the floor. Thank fuck they don’t have real hardwood. 

“Hey, boy,” Jon says, gently easing Ghost’s collar from Sam’s grip. “What’d you do, boy, huh? Why’d you go make such a mess?” 

He knows the answer is because he’s a wolfdog, and Jon can’t exactly exercise him as much as he should be right now, because of his heart. He needs to talk to Robb about that-- maybe he can run him with Grey Wind, just until Jon’s able to once again. Or maybe he should listen to Arya, and start looking for easy hiking trails through the Kingswood. 

Ghost has been the sole reason he’s gotten out of bed most of these past few months, his best friend through all of it. And he’s still a puppy, really, even though he’s far from the size of one now. It’s not fair to him to not have the absolute best life he could have, regardless of Jon’s recovery. 

“Here,” Grenn says, depositing the crate by the sofa. Carefully, Jon leads his dog to it, Ghost’s tail wagging all the way as he herds him in and closes the door. 

“Alright,” Sam says, standing up, his expression wildly overwhelmed. “I’ll, uh, get a mop?” 

It takes them hours, but finally they get all the ink off the floor, the printer pieces in the trash, and any clothing that was stained in the wash. Jon takes Ghost into the bathroom, scrubs him down vigorously in the tub until the water runs clean. His paws are still tinged a little black, but he figures they’ll have to wait for the rest of it to wear off. He’s not tracking it anywhere anymore, at least. 

Jon feeds Ghost dinner, the excitement wearing him out enough where he curls up on his end of the couch, paws tucked under his head, deep red eyes sliding closed. He looks so angelic, Jon thinks. Nothing like a dog who just tried to completely destroy his owner’s apartment. 

His flatmates are all on the sofa, blankly watching the match that’s on TV. Hesitantly, Jon takes a seat between Grenn and Sam. They don’t look at him, and suddenly, fear seizes his heart. 

They’re going to kick him out, he realizes. They’re going to tell him to pack his bags and get his destructive dog and get the hell out of their apartment. His stomach flops, blood in his veins suddenly like ice at the realization that more of his brothers are about to turn on him. 

“I’m so sorry,” Jon finally says, unable to stand the silence. “Truly, I am. I never thought he would...” he trails off, nerves twisting in knots. 

“Eat a fuckin’ printer?” Grenn says, and on the other side of the couch, Pyp laughs. “I never did either, really.” 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jon offers, but Grenn shakes his head. There’s a bit of a smile on his face now, and the knots in his stomach ease for a moment. 

“It’s fine,” he says, shrugging. “You told us he’s more destructive than other dogs. It’s my fault, for leavin’ it out here and leavin’ him with it.” 

“I’m goin’ to work on his training,” Jon promises, and Ghost lifts his head, regarding all of them. “And I’ll have Robb run him, so he gets more exercise, until I can start runnin’ again, and I’ll...” he exhales. “I won’t let it happen again. But I still understand if you want me gone.” 

All his flatmates look at him, expressions confused. “Are you serious?” Pyp asks, and Jon’s sharp, ragged breath out makes his eyes widen. “Fuck, Jon, d’you really think we’d kick you out because of this?” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you,” he says, but Sam’s laughing now, and so is Grenn, and all of a sudden he feels so much lighter. 

“Don’t be daft,” Sam says. “You’re our brother, Jon. You’re not going anywhere.” 

“And neither is this guy,” Pyp says, leaning over to reach Ghost, ruffling his ears. Ghost yips, standing up on the couch and rolling into Pyp’s lap, presenting his belly for rubs. “Who else would practically pee himself with excitement every time I came home?” 

“Well, certainly not me,” Grenn huffs, and Jon laughs, watching his flatmates fawn over his dog, laughing with him. The knots untangle, the leaden ball in his stomach disappears.

Jon looks over at Ghost, and for the first time in a while, he feels like he really belongs somewhere. 

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Endeavor

New Story! FFN and AO3

Teddy Lupin just wants a job that is even remotely related to his shiny new marketing degree. But when Harry helps him find a job with Ron's bakery empire, Ted isn't prepared for his new coworker - the niece of the CEO - to change everything. A Tedoire Muggle AU. 

Starting another long one friends, because I have zero chill right now. I hope you enjoy it! The next chapter will go up on August 1. =)

Endeavor

Chapter 1

Teddy shook his head and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Everything alright, love?" His mum passed the potatoes to him.

"No, but I'll figure it out." Teddy took the potatoes before passing them to his dad.

"What was on your phone that has you upset?" His dad set down the bowl and then picked up his fork.

Teddy sighed, "Just another rejection email."

Teddy had been done with university for three months now and been applying for jobs for longer. But with no marketing experience, no one was taking a second look at him. He'd hoped to be able to quit the two jobs he'd been working through school by now and just have one job doing what he enjoyed.

His parents shared a long look and Teddy tried to ignore it.

"What if you put the word out that you're looking for something?" His dad asked. "You could send an email to everyone, your grandparents, James and Lily, Sirius and Marlene, Peter and Bridget, and Harry and Ginny know a lot of people too. Maybe reach out, see what anyone can point you towards."

Teddy looked down at his plate. He hated the idea of broadcasting to everyone what Teddy was hoping was just a run of bad luck. These people were his family and here he'd be coming to them showing how he couldn't even handle finding a job on his own.

"It's worth a try dear," his mum put a hand on his arm.

Teddy looked up at his mum, bubblegum pink hair freshly dyed. He realized he probably needed to touch up his hair. But his mum gave his arm a squeeze and Teddy nodded.

"Alright, I'll email them before I leave, let you two read through it and make sure it's good enough."

His mum leaned over and kissed his cheek, quickly catching his glass of water before she knocked it over. "You'll see, someone will have something that can help."

0o0o0o0o0o0

Teddy woke up the next morning to the sound of his roommate's 'morning music' playlist playing and sighed. He liked Kalil a lot, they'd ended up in this flat together when they were in their second year at university, and Teddy couldn't have asked for a better roommate. But did Kalil really have to play a music playlist for everything? Especially at half six in the morning?

Knowing he wouldn't be falling back asleep until he needed to be up at seven, Ted grabbed his phone and started swiping through the random notifications that had come in the night. He paused at a reply to his 'cry for help' email the night before.

It was from Harry.

Teddy opened it, trying not to hope for too much. His godfather had never failed him before, and Ted really didn't want it to start here.

Hey Ted,

Thought I'd let you know that Gin's brother is hiring at his place, and if you're interested, I'll take you there myself and put in the good word for you. Just let me know what works for you. Here's the link.

Take care,

Harry

Harry's response was the only one, and since Ted was up early anyway, he opened the link.

Ginny's brother Ron was hiring a new salesman, which isn't what Ted was hoping for. His degree was in marketing, not sales, and he didn't like tracking down customers, let alone schmoozing them into buying...industrial kitchen equipment apparently.

Ted closed the listing page and decided he might as well get an early start on his day.

However, Teddy's early start might have been a mistake. While stocking at his first job, one of the pallets he was moving bumped into a pallet stocked with glass bottles of imported maple syrup and broke at least a quarter of them. The cost would be coming out of his next paycheck, which meant most of his paycheck was gone. And he had to spend the majority of his shift cleaning up that mess.

From there he went to his servers' job and spent the night having every grumpy and unhappy person in England show up to simply sit and tell him what a horrible server he was. Ted made it home and collapsed on the sofa next to Kalil.

"Rough day then?" Kalil typed on his laptop.

"Brilliant," Ted huffed, "And yours?"

Kalil grinned over at him. "Got called for a second interview."

"That's fantastic," Ted forced himself to smile, "Really, mate, I'm happy for you."

"You'll get something, Lupin." Kalil shoved his shoulder, "Don't stress it."

Teddy willed his smile to stay in place and nodded. "Thanks, I'm going to go shower, stop smelling like low-grade Italian food."

Kalil nodded him on and went back to his computer. Ted moved to his room and pulled his phone out of his pocket. There was a text from his mum.

Mum: Did anyone respond to your email?

Teddy tossed his phone on his unmade bed. Was he being too picky? Wouldn't any job closer to marketing be an improvement over two jobs that he hated? At least a sales position would give him the "experience" that all these marketing positions he was applying for wanted. The worst that could happen is that he went from two lower-paying jobs that he dreaded to one job that paid a little more and maybe gave him some freedom to do something more than work day in and day out. Maybe he'd have time for a dating life.

Ted fell on his bed and grabbed his phone, opening the email from Harry.

What could it hurt?

Hey Harry,

Thx for getting back to me. Do you think tomorrow at half two would work? I get out of the warehouse at 2.

Ted

He texted his mum back that Harry was going to try and help him, and then he went to shower. When he got back to his room, now smelling less awful, he had a text from Harry.

Harry: I've confirmed with Ron. We're set for tomorrow at 2:30.

Teddy clicked on the address that Harry sent with his response and figured out how he wanted to get there from the warehouse. It would be close, but he'd probably make it in time.

Ted: Should I bring a resume or anything?

Teddy hit send and looked over at his cheap printer. He probably had enough ink in his printer to print one more, maybe.

Harry: Nah, just throw a copy on your phone so you can email it to him if he asks to see it.

Teddy looked over the copy he already had on his phone and decided it would have to be enough. He was exhausted and now he had a job interview tomorrow. He plugged in his phone and climbed into bed, Kalil's "chill playlist" playing quietly down the hall.

0o0o0o0o0o0

He didn't bring clothes to change into. Ted had meant to. He'd set them out so he'd remember. But Ted woke up late, and in his rush to make it to work on time, he'd forgotten to grab his button-up shirt and slacks and loafers. He'd be having this interview in his warehouse jumpsuit.

Brilliant.

"Ted!"

Teddy turned to find Harry waving him over to an open door.

"Hey, Harry," Ted smiled and embraced his godfather. "How are the kids?"

"Jamie and Al are causing trouble, and Lily gets a good laugh out of it all, so they're about the same."

Teddy grinned. "If I can get a job that doesn't require me working the dinner shift, I'll have to take them out for ice cream or something."

Harry opened the door wider and gestured Ted inside, "Let's see if we can't rid you of that dinner shift."

Teddy swallowed and stepped inside in the office building.

He'd met Ron a few times before. He knew that Ron had been at Harry and Ginny's wedding, but that was a long time ago and Ted had been four, or maybe he was five, he didn't remember. And Ron and his family had been at a few of the parties the Potters had hosted. But Teddy had never actually interacted with Ron more than to smile and say hello.

Now Teddy wished he'd taken more interest in his godmother's brother.

Ron stepped out of one of the offices and held out his hand.

"Ted! It's great to see you. I understand we might be able to help each other."

Ted smiled and shook his hand. "I'd like to hope so."

Harry clasped Ted on the shoulder. "Ted's looking to broaden his horizons."

"Come on in," Ron ushered them in.

Ted stepped in and took a look around. It was a small office, there wasn't a reception area, just two desks set up that faced the only, rather large, window, what looked like a supply closet on one end, and a bathroom on the other. There was also a small sink next to a fridge in the far-left corner, where a microwave sat on a card table and two folding chairs were tucked neatly against it.

Maybe this job wouldn't pay more than his current jobs…

"We're a small operation," Ron pulled a desk chair over to the card table and gestured to him and Harry to sit down in the folding chairs. "I don't know if you remember, Ted, but I own Bread & Butter, the cafe and bakery chain."

Ted nodded Ron on, but he honestly didn't remember that at all.

"And I realized a couple of years ago that a lot of the machines I was buying for our locations were expensive and subpar. So, I started looking for something better, and I finally worked with one of my favorite manufacturers to come up with something that worked the way I wanted it to. We saw an immediate improvement in our products at Bread & Butter and I arranged with the manufacturer to sell what we'd developed as the Bread & Butter line of industrial kitchen equipment."

"How is that going?" Teddy looked around again and Ron chuckled.

"It's going well, but it could be going better. I've been our main salesman, but I'm swamped with the bakery itself and coming up with new menu items and honestly, I'm not cut out for sales. I'm too attached to our line, and I need someone who can step in and take over sales. This little operation is simply a department of Bread & Butter but I've rented out this office space for it because we don't have space for it at the main bakery offices."

Teddy's mind started working very fast. "So, if I did well for you, there could be an opportunity to do more with Bread & Butter?"

"You mean like transfer to the marketing department?" Ron grinned, "Harry mentioned your degree is in marketing, but yes, I think that if I needed to expand or replace someone in marketing, I'd be more willing to move you over to the main building than hire someone new."

Teddy grinned back, "Alright, Ron, I think I'm interested.

The interview became a job training on the spot and Ted was almost ready to skive-off his dinner shift in exchange for spending more time working with Ron, but he needed to give his notice and he really should leave those jobs on good terms; they'd supported him through his years at university after all.

Ron clicked a few things on his phone as they finished up. "So, you'll be ready to start in one week then?"

Ted nodded, "Yeah, I'm only required to give the minimum with both of these jobs."

"Think you could stop by the main office in between your shifts this week and fill out the hiring forms?"

Teddy pulled out his phone to see his shift schedules. "Sure thing, boss."

"Great, I'll let you get to your dinner shift. And I'll let my niece know she can expect to have you here next week as well; she's off at a dental appointment this afternoon or you'd have met her today. She handles our website and coordinates deliveries." Ron stood up and shook Teddy's hand. "I'm looking forward to passing this all off to you."

Teddy laughed, "I'm looking forward to having just one job."

Harry followed him out of the building and hugged him. "Are you happy about this?"

"You know, I am," Ted felt a smile on his face. "This feels like the first step forward, you know? Thank you for setting this up for me. I keep forgetting that you never steer me wrong."

"You can take the kids out for ice cream or something to show your gratitude," Harry razzed him. "They miss you."

"The first paycheck I get from Ron will go to taking them out for some fun," Teddy promised.

"Good, now go serve people bad Italian food."

The dinner rush was intense, but after giving his notice, Teddy wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel.

0o0o0o0o0o0

Teddy slung his backpack over his shoulder and stepped into the office building, his new job, maybe a career, lay just down the corridor.

He stood a little straighter and walked down to the door, inserting his key to unlock it, only to have it push open to the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. She had blonde hair pinned up off her shoulders, revealing her porcelain skin along her neck and face. Ted thought he was floored at her profile, but then she turned to smile at him and her blue eyes froze him in place; he forgot how to breathe.

"Hi, you must be Ted, I'm Vic. I guess we're sharing the office now."

Ted blinked. He couldn't seem to get his brain to function.

"Er, right, yeah, I'm Ted." He almost grimaced at his response. "It's nice to meet you."

"I got here early to clear up Uncle Ron's desk for you. He left a bunch of things that he thought you'd need but I promise you won't." She closed a word document before standing up and offering her hand.

Teddy remembered how to human and moved into the office, sliding his keys back into his pocket, and shook Vic's hand. Her skin was amazingly soft and Ted immediately wanted to pull her back when she released this hand.

"I like the color." She smiled up at him.

"The color…?" Ted blinked.

Vic laughed, "Your hair, I like the turquoise."

Teddy felt like an idiot. "Oh! Right, er, thanks, my mum has hers pink."

Could he be any lamer right now?

"Wow! My mum would never dye her hair, and she'd probably have a heart attack if I dyed mine." Vic laughed and sat down at her desk.

Teddy followed suit, realizing that he had no idea what to do.

"Uncle Ron is supposed to be here at half eight to help get you set up, then you'll spend the day handing off all our customers, and get back here hopefully in time to clock out at five."

"Do we have a time clock?" Teddy looked around. He'd had to stamp in and out at both his warehouse job and his server job, but he hadn't expected it here.

Vic laughed at him, "You're joking right?"

Ted hoped he wasn't blushing and tried to own it.

"Oh no, I expect an establishment as posh as this one to give me an antique time stamp machine for me to put my time card into every day before having me descend into the coal mines of selling industrial kitchen mixers."

Vic laughed before grabbing a piece of paper from her desk drawer and a black marker.

"Antique Posh Time Stamp Machine," she said as she wrote it out on the paper. "There," she held it up for him. "Where would you like it to be?"

Teddy grinned; this was going to be the best job in the world.

"Oh, it can only be at the far end of the office. It has to be as far away from where the actual work gets done as possible or it isn't posh at all."

Vic snagged a few thumbtacks from her drawer and moved to where the supply closet was in the back corner before pinning the sign up on the wall next to the door.

"How's that?"

Ted smiled. "It's perfect."

Vic smiled and looked down at her hands for a moment before moving back to her desk.

"Ted!"

Teddy turned to see Ron walking into the office.

"Morning, boss," Ted tried to ignore the part of him that resented Ron for barging in on what felt like something special between him and Vic. He'd known the woman for less than five minutes. He had to get a grip.

"Hi, Uncle Ron, I thought you weren't going to be here for another half-hour or so."

"I had my first meeting rescheduled, so I'm here to get a head start with Ted. Vicky, Ted is Harry's godson, you might have met at one of their parties."

"You know Harry?" Teddy turned to look at Vic.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, my dad is Aunt Ginny's oldest brother."

Ted blinked, she looked nothing like a Weasley. When Ron had said that his niece worked here, and then when Ted saw her, he assumed she must be a niece in the same way James, Sirius, and Peter were his Uncles.

"Well now that we know how we're all connected, Ted, I've got most of my clients ready to meet with us so I can pass them off to you this morning. Ready to go?" Ron spun his keys around his fingers.

Teddy looked back at Vic for a brief moment before nodding to Ron, "Let's get this show on the road."

Getting the clients handed off took the majority of the day, but Teddy loved it. Ron made a point of also taking Ted to the main office and introducing him to the teams there. Ted had learned about networking in several classes, but Ron showed him how it was really done. Everyone loved Ron, and Teddy honestly believed that Ron cared about everyone he introduced him to.

With how well the day had gone, as he walked back into his office building with Ron, Ted couldn't wait to see Vic again.

That is until Ron opened the door.

Vic was kissing another man.

"Vicky," Ron sighed, "please remember this is an office. I know you enjoy having Sean come pick you up, but HR would throw a fit if they knew you were snogging him on the clock."

Victoire blushed furiously and the man that stood next to her grinned. His black hair was cut short and he had his sunglasses on backward.

"Don't worry, Ron, I'm not scared of HR."

Ron raised an eyebrow at the man, "You should be, they can make me fire her."

Sean turned back to Vic, "I'll wait in the car."

He winked at Ron and Ted as he left.

Ted hated Sean.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ron. I know we shouldn't have been kissing in here. He came to surprise me and I'd mentioned you were out showing Ted around and he took that to mean the rules were off." She trailed off and bit her lip.

"Vicky, I love you" Ron sighed, "but just, think about what your parents would say if you lost your job because of Sean."

Ted moved to his desk, not trusting himself to speak. Ron seemed to take the excuse to move on to a different topic when Ted powered on his laptop.

"I've emailed you the leads I was working on before I hired you, Ted."

"Oh, excellent," Ted nodded as he followed the log-in instructions IT had left him with his laptop and dock set up. "I'll start on them tomorrow then."

"Perfect, and if you ever need anything, just give me a call. I'm not here at the office with you, but I'm always here if you need my help with any of this. I'm looking forward to growing this division and I'd love to see you pioneer it."

Ted smiled at Ron and he leaned back in his desk chair. "Thanks, Ron, I hope I can do you proud here."

"I'm sure you will." Ron grinned at him before looking behind him at Vic. He sighed and motioned towards the door. "Victoire, can I talk to you out in the hall?"

Victoire nodded and began to follow Ron to the door. She paused before turning back around. She closed a word document on her computer and shut it down before grabbing her purse. She gave Ted a small smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Right, tomorrow," her smile seemed to pull a smile out of him.

"Right," she bit her lip and then turned around to follow after Ron.

Teddy let out a long breath as the door closed behind Vic.

He was so screwed.

[daydreaming-jessi]

Lmao guess who’s dealing with an existential crisis so she decided to write more for the Beetlejuice cat au???? If you wanna see the previous posts then just go to the shoggoth au tag on me blog kk

So, now Charles and Delia go from having 0 cats in the house to suddenly having 5.

It’s worse than the sudden ghosts

Because! Charles is allergic to cats! Emily was allergic to dogs, it’s why they never had any pets in the house before.

But he can’t exactly say no he’s seen shoggoth bring Lydia down from sudden panic attacks in like ten minutes and the kittens just lessen the panic attacks altogether!

Delia points out that the house aura has never felt better than when the cats were there. He sighs a heavy dad sigh and resigns to like twenty years of constantly taking Benadryl. (Shoggoth has also declared him a perfect nap lap and he also seems to be doing so much better mentally with the cats around. He likes seeing the kittens trample over each other after string sue him)

Barb and Adam are ecstatic!! Barb just adores animals! She had all kinds growing up, like snakes, lizards, fish, dogs, rodents, ferrets, and especially cats!!

I personally think she may have grown up on a farm, thus was constantly around animals (and doing hard work making her ultra strong).

Adam is more into bugs and snakes, but he loved fostering cats whenever he and barb took in a batch of christmas kittens, and these guys are so! Smart! Shoggoth has figured out how to open the attic door to sunbathe in the windows in the afternoon and the kittens have learned how to fetch! For them! When they need something for their town model!!!! (They of course are specially made for the model)

They name one kitten Patchie because it’s just so splotchy with it’s black and white fur and looks like a mini version of his mom but like a printer ran out of ink while making him. Beej tells them they are the most basic people he’s ever known and he loves them

Delia loves the cats, shoggoth will supervise Delia’s morning yoga everyday, sometimes joining in her own kitty way, and the kittens jumble up everywhere in the kitchen and garden whenever she is working in there, But one kitten... one kitten!

Delia swears they have some strange competition going on! This kitten pops out of nowhere and scares the daylights out of her every time! It is exactly like Lydia! (Lyds, Beetlejuice, stop laughing, it’s true!)

Lydia grins deviously and names this lil tabby brown lad Azazel. Beej cackles in the background while Delia is a lil confused.

But there’s this other fluffy black kitten with the most gorgeous dark eyes, and it reminds her so much of Lydia as well, so she names that little baby Circe. Lydia and Beej secretly think this is the coolest thing ever. Charles just smiles fondly and is ever more grateful for this eccentric lady that has become a part of their lives. Adam and barb think Delia is a delight (lol)

But there’s one kitten. One lil tabby black girl that’s just... dumb.

Like, you never think cats can be dumb, they’re so graceful and elegant and just.... smart! But this one kitten...

Shoggoth seems to always be supervising this kitten and yet it still gets in trouble. She’s managed to lock herself in the guestroom closet twenty two times- make that twenty three. (Charles get the coat hanger, she’s done it again!)

This kitten doesn’t seem to be mentally lacking behind her brothers and sister, she just... doesn’t seem to think things through.

Whenever someone takes a bath she wants into the bathroom, and she’ll want to sit in their laps while they’re in the bath so she’ll jump in without realizing that the human is... in a bath. Of water. Many times a soggy black shadow will sprint down the stairs away from the bathroom while someone in there laughs.

Beej took it upon himself to name this kitten.

“Her name... is Beef.”

“... Beej that is the worst name I’ve ever heard.”

“No, no, my mother is the one that’s come up with the worst name ever and that’s calling your son Beetlejuice instead of Lawrence in front of everyone they know forever sealing his fate as beetlejuice.”

“.... Beej you okay?”

“I am never okay Lyds.”

Beef is a special kitten that Shoggoth seems to stretch herself thin trying to keep in check. The parents can relate when this cat comes into the living room at night looking haggard and crashing on the nearest soft surface to pass out for twelve hours away from her kids currently crowded on lydia’s bed.

Many of lydias photography now include dozens of pictures of the cats (and pics Beej had a hand in choreographering). The cats being goofy, the cats being majestic, shoggoth is a star in many creepy photos, being a cat that just screams bad luck with her one eye and crooked tail, there’s one of Delia about to be scared by azazel that always cracks lyds up

Lydia feels her aesthetic is complete when she goes out walking five cats on harnesses wearing full mourning clothes and her camera while electric green haired Beej follows wearing college sweatshirts and jogger handmedowns from Charles. What is this aesthetic? Hell if she knows.

If you can’t find Beej anywhere he’s most likely where the cats are. He loves to nap in the sun with shoggoth, he loves slinking around the shadows with azazel, he loves playing with patchie in the wood shavings of the maitlands model town carving, he loves drifting after beef as she gets in mischief. Sometimes he’ll be sitting down and suddenly the cats all climb on top of him and take a nap, and he’s just still and suddenly at peace and doesn’t need to do anything else. He just, really loves these cats.

It’s kind of scary for him, since they have a much shorter life span than breathers do, and he’s not entirely sure where animals go when they die. He’ll get really quiet sometimes thinking about death and how suddenly it can change his entire life when before it was basically all he knew. He feels much better when shoggoth begins grooming his crazy hair and Lydia shows him another breather thing or Delia asks him to go shopping with her, or the maitlands ask him questions about ghost things, or Charles shows Beej another cool house he’s selling.

Head cannons of Beetlejuice now lives with the deetz time

Everyone... tries to get used to beetlejuice. Delia makes the most surprising progress. Within two days she’s calling Beej Lawrence and both him and Lydia are helping her make breakfast in the morning before he helps her with her garden and dusting her crystal collection. She’s pretty much adopted him like she instantly adopted Lydia when Charles hired her.

Charles has some reservations. This guy tried to marry his daughter, chased him and Delia out of their house, getting him fired from his job, and tried to kill him several times. But then he sees what Delia sees.

And what did Delia see?

A kid. Just, a kid that was really badly abused by his mom. He has abandonment issues from losing his dad and basically learned that the only way to get people to be nice to is by manipulating them. People don’t love you, Lawrence, you’re a useless mess of a boy that’s good for nothing and has no friends. Love is not for people like you.

Charles joins the Beej protection squad lyds and Delia have formed pretty quickly after that.

It’s harder for Adam and barb. They both are still a little scared of Beej. They would be cool with him, but he harassed them a lot before. Lydia can’t blame them but she also knows that Beej struggles to understand personal boundaries and really does have a big crush on them. Lydia is helping Beej better understand personal space (she had a tough time with it too when she was younger) and he’s learning to not force himself on others quite so much.

Beej really does like the maitlands, they’re stable, really in love with each other, actually genuinely nice, they’re kind of the coolest couple of newlydeads he’s ever met. He... wants to be a part of that. But he’s not completely sure how to join that. His usual tactic of overtly sexual actions usually work all the time, but not here. They enjoy... genuine affection??? Who??? What??? What do you mean you like me for my personality my personality is depressed garbage?

Lydia is relieved. No more keeping secrets from her family. Her pseudo brother best friend is now summoned again, being on his best behavior and allowed to stay with them and is now also healing from his mom troubles, and she has five cats now. Nice. Dead mom would love this new family Lydia and Charles made themselves. They love it too.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Lydia and Beej haven’t given up their favorite pastime.

Whenever Delia and Charles are out, and the maitlands are busy up in the attic, the two share an evil grin, and start to call some numbers, ready to hear that beautiful sound once more.

Now with the added bonus of cat yowls and howls. That really freaks people out.

What? Just because he’s getting over trauma and is a part of a loving family doesn’t mean Beej is a better person now. It just means his mom isn’t holding him back anymore >:3

So... what happens when Juno comes back wanting revenge on her no good son?

Lemme know if y’all wanna hear anymore of this au or have ideas of your own I’m kinda on a beetlejuice kick rn lol

[horrorkingdom]

The Haunted Game Boy Camera

“I’ll never ask for anything else again, I swear, Mom!”

As kids, we’ve all said it at one point. We find something that seems the most amazing item in the world and we just have to have it, no matter what. For me, it was the newest handheld, a Game Boy Color. It was the most beautiful thing to a six year old, especially when all my friends were getting theirs. Growing up with four brothers and sisters and not especially well off, my parents did their best, but we struggled to get by most of the time. They did their best to give us comforts and toys, but new electronics were out of the question. Hell, we were still working off an old television that still used rabbit ears. I was the youngest of the five of us, so that meant a lot of hand me downs as well. I was used to it, but still held some resentment to my siblings and of course, still begged for the Game Boy Color. They said they would do their best, bless their hearts.

Shortly after my birthday, my mom and dad presented me with a box. I was surprised, but they said they had found something they knew I wanted very badly and I had been good. My heart raced with excitement as I tore into the box, but sank into the pit of my stomach. It was not a Game Boy Color. This poor excuse for a handheld was a badly abused original Game Boy. It looked like it had been bitten and melted by something in the corners, as well as stained. Up on top, a strange camera stuck out of the cartridge inserted inside. When I picked it up, it read Game Boy Camera. They’d somehow managed to find it with the crappy little printer as well, complete with fading printer paper.

“You see? Daddy and I found it at a garage sale, it’s exactly the kind you wanted. It even has a cool little camera to take pictures!” They said, far more excited than I was.

I’m not sure if it was the fact that this was the first thing that had ever been given to me first and it still was someone’s used piece of junk, or that they had no actual idea what I had wanted, or maybe they had and just decided it was too much so a replacement would suffice and I’d never know the difference, but in my utter disappointment, I threw the worst tantrum I’d had since I was a toddler. I tossed the box on the ground and cried my eyes out, screaming how they were awful and I didn’t want this and I wanted my Game Boy Color. Well, you can imagine how that turned out. I got a good whooping from my father in front of all my siblings and a long lecture on gratefulness and how hard they work. In punishment for my selfishness, they gave my gift to my brother Ryan, only a couple years older than me. I was so angry, I didn’t care though and was happy to be rid of the thing. Ryan, being the jerk he was, teased me about it endlessly.

It was a few days after that that he figured out the camera and printing on it. He would tease me from his room, talk about how he got to play with the cool system and I was too little and bratty to ever touch it. I would either yell back at him or slam the door to my room and ignore it. Shortly after though, I heard him leave his room and call out to our mom, claiming the printer was acting weird. She was busy making lunch and told him it was probably due to being used, and to keep trying and see if it would fix itself. I heard him go back into his room, then go back out a little while later, saying it was probably busted and that he was going to go to his friend’s house.

Wondering what was wrong with it, I snuck into his room and found the papers lying on his bed. He’d taken photos of himself, making weird faces into the camera. The game system had been turned off, as expected. The first few pictures were normal, then they changed into those strange faces that everyone knew about. The way the printer paper was stained, they looked even weirder. As I looked down at the later pictures though, they looked…different.

Obviously, the camera in the game was not the greatest, so it was sometimes hard to see details of someone’s face or it would look blocky or blurry. The later pictures however…seemed to change. It wasn’t just scribbles or silly words written on his face. His features seemed to change, and there were dark spots around his eyes and mouth. His expression didn’t look goofy anymore; instead it looked scared. Each picture seemed to change it more and more. Eventually, the pictures changed to where it didn’t even look like he was holding the camera anymore, but that…someone was taking the picture of him. He got farther and farther away and what seemed to be a horrible story unfolded. It was showing Ryan running from the camera. The last picture was showing Ryan’s face half missing, dark pixels spilled out from the side of his head, and lying on the ground.

I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t even know the little camera was capable of things like this. It frightened me immensely and I jumped from the bed and ran to my mom, telling her about the pictures. She didn’t believe me and got angry I was playing with it after my behavior. She scolded me and sent me back to my room. I was too nervous to be angry though. I wondered what was wrong with that Game Boy. Why did it print those pictures?

I was immensely relieved when Ryan came back home that night for dinner. He seemed fine and after that night, I convinced myself it must have been a problem with the system since it was so beaten up, some kind of error. At some point later in the week, Ryan tried again to take pictures. I heard him call it a piece of junk and then chuck it into a drawer. He threw all the pictures he had taken in the trash can.

I didn’t think much of the Game Boy and the camera until the week after. I had been coloring in my room when I heard a terrible scream from outside and the sound of brakes squealing to a stop. Immediately, we all jumped up and ran outside to find out what had happened, along with our neighbors. The sight that greeted us all still is burned into my memory.

Ryan had gone to walk across the street to his friend’s house, just as he would any other day. A man had come speeding down the street and hit him. He’d been pulled under the car and his head half crushed under the tires as the man hit the breaks. My older brother’s brain and skull were splattered under, a pool of blood soaking into the street. I still remember the cry of agony and horror my mother let out, and the rage and grief in my father’s eyes as he pulled the man from the car and shouted at him, asking him what in the hell he had been doing to hit a child. My sisters pulled me back inside, trying to comfort me and shield me from the sight, but the damage was done. I’d seen exactly what the picture had showed me and I knew that Game Boy had been the cause. In my naivete, I tried to tell them, hoping they would believe me. They didn’t believe me at all and it made one of my sisters fall apart.

The next few weeks were miserable. My parents were inconsolable and my mother could barely take care of the house and us. My eldest sister Andrea took over her role and struggled with it, angry with us and dealing with her own grief. She also took over cleaning out Ryan’s side of the room that he shared with my other brother. At some point, she found the Game Boy and the Game Boy Camera and asked if I wanted it. I told her it was cursed, that it had killed Ryan. She said that I was being cruel to our parents by turning their gift that was meant for me into a guilt trip and that I needed to stop being so selfish. The funeral for Ryan caused even more money stress on the family and slowly, even at the young age I was, I could see they were not able to handle any of it well. I did my best at that point to keep out of trouble and didn’t say anything more about the Game Boy Camera.

I don’t know when she took them, but at some point, I guess she’d needed a distraction from trying to hold up the house. I went into my sisters’ room to find a missing sock and thought maybe it had landed into their clothing. Her trashcan had the same printer paper in it. An ice cold sweat came over my body when I realized. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached in and looked at the pictures. They were the same. Andrea’s face was slowly transformed into looks of horror and fear before showing her in a grotesque and terrifying position that I could only assume was a clue to how she would die. In the ending pictures, her face was barely recognizable and her skin was black.

I was definitely sure now. This thing had to be destroyed. I thought to myself that maybe if I could destroy it, I could save my sister from the same fate. I tore her room apart searching for the Game Boy. Eventually, I found it and the printer. As I held it in my hand, something chilling happened.

It turned on.

The screen flashed the logo before it began to make noises and music. The sound was wrong, as though it were being played backwards. I had been looking straight at it and suddenly, my face appeared on the screen. It began to print. In my panicked state, I went to shut it off, but found the button was down already. It should not have been running. I then proceeded to rip the printer paper out and the game out of the system. The Game Boy began to spark and error while the printer spewed out ink all over my Andrea’s bed. I felt it heat up in my hands and dropped it, watching the screen begin to smoke and the sparks fly out from both the Game Boy and the printer. After a minute or two, it seemed to die.

Needless to say, I got in major trouble when my sister came home and found her bed sheets stained with ink and the system broken. My parents were furious and forbid me from going out with friends at all, as well as no tv. I was now considered very irresponsible and not allowed to touch any of my siblings’ things. It didn’t matter though. I had saved her from a horrible fate and the cursed system was gone.

Or so I thought.

I think back and realize that of everything I did, the thing that may have saved me was not letting the printer finish. Six months later, my sister was killed when she was driving home and slipped on something in the road, crashing her car and being trapped inside as it caught fire. When the police came to my parents, they had told them that she was burned beyond recognition and the only reason they knew it was her was because she was driving my dad’s car. I couldn’t save her. I didn’t dare tell my parents about the pictures. I don’t think they would have believed me anyway.

Years have passed and we’ve grown up. My parents never really recovered from Ryan and Andrea’s deaths and they have struggled immensely. The three of us take care of them now, though we still have the old rabbit ears television for comfort’s sake.

There’s still one thought that haunts me though and makes it hard to sleep at night.

I never found out what they did with the broken Game Boy, the camera and printer. I pray to God every night that the damned thing made its way into some kind of trash compactor or is tangled with the plastic floating in the ocean. I fear that they still wanted it to have use, and donated it, or sold it for parts. And someone, somewhere is repairing it and putting in new paper. And they will see what it was trying to print of me.

Credit: AMD

[jesswsc1]

Initially, I wasn’t overly sure how to interpret our title of ‘black books and black holes’. I’ve felt awfully low for a while, and it’s been heavy on my mind, so I figured I’d take this project as somewhat of an opportunity to reflect on the past, troubles i’ve had as well as using it as a kind of venting of current frustrations. These low points act as my own personal black hole, as I fall down into them for some time. Similarly to how black does, they absorb any kind of light surrounding. To me, at times, this has meant not enjoying things I’ve adored prior - such as spending time with loved ones, music and hobbies. Growing up there were several black holes, but amongst them I have fond memories with my cousins, siblings and childhood friends. Somebody who has always been there for me (whether it be through choice or not) has been my brother. I decided to incorporate pictures of us throughout my little black book as homage to him as he is truly one of my favourite people ever, despite the troubles I don’t think our bond has ever gone away - it’s merely taken small redirections. I have such admiration for him and know I can rely on him and speak free from judgement. Years ago, I believe it was 2013, he fell ill and this meant he had to be hospitalised for a couple months. It was really hard for my family and was of course even more difficult for him. Seeing as he was hospitalised, this meant regular trips to the hospital, on the car journeys we’d always have the same Passenger CD playing in the car. I guess we just never got around to changing it. On this CD was a particular song that we’d all sing along to, which funnily enough is called ‘holes’. Hearing this song now makes me feel so safe and hopeful, knowing it got me as well as my family through a rough period in time. I made sure to incorporate some of the lyrics into one of my book spreads. One line reads, ‘but we carry on’, which has definitely stuck with me.

The constellation element of our project had me reflecting on space and the universe, and what exactly it means to me. Although I’m not too into space, I’m definitely fond of the moon. After my parents divorced, I was left in custody of my mum for a while. A teacher told me to look at the moon, because she’d be looking at it too at the same time and thinking of me. During this time I was living in a troubled home (I made this house the exterior of my book*) and would be heavily supported by her in school. She’d give me notebooks to express myself in and explain what was happening, as well as a departing gift when I inevitably left to go live with my dad here in Bury. Despite being a small part of my life, she still means a lot to me and has a place in my heart. Though not physically present with me anymore, she cared enough to find me years later and reached out to make sure I'm doing fine. It's reassuring knowing there are people as pure as she is. Because of this I dedicated a small section of my book to her that looks like a slither of the moon when the pages are flipped back onto it. 

My black book was titled ‘Wailing Ghosts’ by Pu Songling, containing 14 tales of various monsters and creatures, which is fitting to my work revolving around numerous burdens I have that seem to act as these little monsters also, creeping up every now and again. I did consider creating my own ‘chapters’, one for each black hole of mine, but didn’t want to structure my book in that way as I didn’t want to disrupt my creativity or force things.

          I say ‘was’ because I actually decided I wasn’t all that keen on how i’d layed my pages out. I instead took a second black book and collaged, reworked and inserted pages into a new one. I’m really glad I did so, as I now have a book I much prefer over the first. An aspect I did keep relatively whole was the swirly, illusion-looking front cover with a hole burned through the centre, almost like a little entrance to another world. Stanley Donwood inspired this page through his swirly seas he often features in his works, as he uses a bold thick line against white ones. I opted to put this page underneath my front cover so it still got to be showcased - only cutting a part off the corners to make sure it fit. 

Featured in my book are a few small self portraits, in varying cartoon-y styles. Some are only inspired by my face whilst others were drawn whilst staring into the mirror, then back at the page. Having struggled with low self esteem, there have been times where I don’t even want to perceive myself let alone interpret that into a drawing. Meanwhile doing my book work, I realised I have never drawn a self portrait - not since being a kid anyway - and had even actively avoided doing so during GCSE art. Over the past year or so, I’ve overcome an array of issues I’d had, so found myself able to draw these little portraits. It sounds pretty insane to me now that I would’ve found it so hard before, knowing I enjoyed coming up with various ways to put me in my book, even wanting to print pictures of me (sadly our printers decided to act up so I was not able to implement these). I feature my bathroom mirror on one page as it’s been the target of over-analyzing and although I have come far in self love, it still remains a deadly weapon. 

Claude Heath’s sketchy, rough portraits inspired me to create my own. I really enjoy how reckless his style is, as I'm trying to escape the ‘this has to be perfect’ mentality, Heath is a great example of how you don’t need to overthink your work. It can just exist and look cool. It’s fine. This was also encouraged in Thursday drawing sessions where we did blind drawings. I kept this mindset whilst doing my book as I tend to either overwork myself trying to create ‘perfect’ or do absolutely nothing, so I went with the flow of how my book panned out. 

Seeing as my work theme is a little on the darker side, I considered subduing the colours or perhaps even going full black and white. However, I love utilising colour in my art and felt this would make me feel unmotivated and uninspired. Especially seeing as this book is about me, it’s not insensitive to anybody to make it colorful and exciting. So, I have. Plus, despite everything I’m still smiling so I wanted to convey that somehow. Sort of, making the best out of bad situations. Damien Hirst’s usage of colours influenced me to just have fun with it, in the same way he does when creating his works. 

Throughout my book I have experimented with oil pastel, paint, staples, collage, rorschach ink blotting, screen printing, spray paint, photocopied pictures, flip book, tracing paper, washi tape and i’m sure there’s more. Point is, I wanted to cover a wide range of techniques seeing as there were many pages. In doing so I believe this was the best way as it meant there was a flow of ideas coming as I worked. I’ve learned that I love a range of ways of working as it keeps my brain ticking, meaning the work doesn’t feel stagnant and dull. Sadly there were lots more ideas I had for what to do into my book, but due to various reasons I couldn't. Such as wanting to sew using a sewing machine into my book, I tried to set my sewing machine up but when I would go to sew the thread would snap. But I believe it’s definitely something worth trying another time, as I was intrigued to see how it’d turn out. I also wanted to make a better flip book from the corner of my little page (see animation on blog) as it’s really simplistic. But drawing the little stick men alone took me an hour or so, and I didn’t see that being of much importance compared to getting actual pages filled out. Thus, I left it as a simple stickman. That being said I think the stick man illustrates the cycle of being in a slump, which is relatable to how lockdown is feeling and fits well with my book contents. I felt inspired by an artist who goes by ‘inhalerqueen’ (Amanda) on tiktok, who draws a simple, silhouette-like figure repeatedly. She calls this figure ‘void’ and i’d consider her work to be vent art, expressing how she feels. Originally I wanted to make my stick men look like void, however I don’t think that would be all that beneficial/change the effectiveness and would only take up more time.

If I were to have a soundtrack to my work I would opt for ‘Yellow’ by Coldplay. Reason being, regardless of my state of mind I return to this song and feel the same listening through every time. It’s such a lovely song and just feels like peace, as cheesy as that may sound considering Coldplay is very much dad music. It reminds me of my yellows, and how much they mean to me. Even with the black, I have my yellows. Lyrics to the song can be found in my book also. 

Overall, I’m relatively pleased with my work. There’s no doubt things I would do differently, but I’m glad I’ve had this experience and was able to vent a little similarly to how Amanda does. In future I hope to perhaps recreate this book and treat it as kind of a ‘rough’ or ‘plan’ for a more refined and thought-out version, perhaps this time with chapters like I'd considered and with ideas I didn’t get to delve into.  There are pages I’m not so keen on, but I’m proud of myself for just leaving them as opposed to overworking them and/or scrapping them just because they aren’t what I like. I love the pictures of me and my brother, if I could I would’ve collaged more into my book however our printer simply wouldn’t allow it. As well as the exterior of the book, as I think it adds a personal element as opposed to being left as it was. 

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Your blog is so sweet and I love your writing a lot <33 Can I request Warrior's reaction to Zeke bringing child Eren once for work? I don’t know if people do this usually but my dad took me with him to work once!

Hii❤❤ tysm for ur kind words, I'm glad that you like my work — I'm also in love with your artwork so keep it up please

I think for some workplaces it's ok to bring your child to the work like my mom did it once so I have some ~background knowledge~ on this

Yeager Jr. At The Warrior Office

characters included: annie, bertholdt, colt, eren, pieck, porco, reiner, zeke

tags: modernau!

a/n: i made the age gap between Zeke and Eren larger so Zeke is in his early to mid 20s and Eren is of the elementary school age; also, the warriors are all working in the office, just some boring corporate jobs

Annie

Annie often gets bored at work with her monotonous duties, all of them predictable and never chaging from day to day - so seeing a new face in the office certainly sparks up her interest

initially Annie expects Eren to be boring, given that his father is a doctor and his brother is a white-collar worker, but gets pleasantly surprised when Eren turns out to be a charming but still quite shy ball of energy

doesn't approach Eren though, preferring to stay at her workplace and watch Eren strike up conversations with other warriors instead

when there's a spontaneous practical task emerging like changing the ink cartridge in the printer, Annie is the first one to volunteer (even though there's an intern for such stuff) - while she takes the printer apart, this is the first time that Eren approaches her just to watch the process with curiosity and asking some questions from time to time

Bertholdt

Bertholdt is usually the one to carry all of the difficult tasks on his back (mainly because he can't say no) so he doesn't bat an eye when Eren comes into the office, his eyes glued to the monitor

naturally, Eren gets interested in whatever work Bertholdt is doing and genuinely tries to understand the whole process but it's just too complicated for him to comprehend

in an attempt to put Eren at ease, Bertholdt tries to explain everything to Eren in detail but unsuccessfully - it just makes Eren more angry at himself for not being able to understand such a process when Bertholdt is able to do it with no effort

in the end, Bertholdt misses the deadline to hand in his work and ends up being reprimanded for it

Colt

Colt is an intern so his day is quite busy, especially with Zeke delegating most of his mundane tasks to his subordinate - but Colt is excited to meet Eren anyway

after a while the expected thing happens - Zeke hands Eren into Colt's care - and Colt treats this as the most important mission, not wanting to disappoint his mentor

Given how much Colt wants to gain Zeke's respect, he becomes overbearing towards Eren and gets borderline intrusive in his conversations with the boy

Eren grows tired from being babied so much and when Colt leaves to fetch some snacks from the vending machine for the boy, Eren uses this opportunity to run away

Pieck

With Zeke mentioning his little brother in conversations a lot, Pieck is eager to meet Eren and to find out whether or not the boy is really as wonderful as Zeke tells

Pieck and Eren get along almost instantly, Pieck calls him her little minion and even recruits him to help her (knowing perfectly well that it is beyond all the work ethics to use child labor)

tasked with conducting data analysis and making a presentation about it, Pieck calls Eren for help whenever it comes to choosing a color palette of each graphic - having his own vision, Eren is willing to help in order to make the presentation as eye-catching as possible

given that Eren has not yet developed a sense of style and Pieck not knowing better, the presentation ends up being too flamboyantly designed, but perfectly executed analytic-wise nonetheless

Porco

Porco is not present at the moment when Eren appears in the office - he just has too much vigor to stay at one spot for the whole workday so he often changes location in the building, bringing his laptop with him

Consequenly, Porco is unaware of who Eren is when he first meets the boy in the cafeteria - the first thought that goes through his mind is "Our company is employing kids nowadays?"

Still confused about a child in a corporate building, Porco strikes up a conversation with Eren and is surprised to learn that the boy is Zeke's little brother

Porco thinks that Eren is lying about being brothers with Zeke and tries to call him out on his bullshit (mainly because Porco is bored and wants to shake up his dull day) - bets money on the fact that Eren and Zeke are not related and has to give it up when Eren leads him into the warriors' office to prove him wrong, shit-eating grin on his face

Reiner

Reiner loves kids, but only four specific kids - the kids being Gabi, Falco, Udo and Zofia - tenses up a bit when he sees Eren, lowkey expecting him to behave just like Gabi

Since Reiner's workspce is full of photos of him with the children and cute little trinkets that the children gave him, Eren walks up to Reiner's desk and inspects every object there, keeping the silence the entire time

Feeling the urge to break the awkward silence, Reiner blurts out the first thing that comes to him "You and your brother look very similar", realizing the senselessness of his words too late - after a moment of looking Reiner up and down, Eren replies with "Yes, like our nose shape is the same"

This exchange manages to break the ice between them and the whole workday Reiner entertains Eren with the unobtrusive small-talk

Zeke

(even though he is the one who's brought Eren into the office but I still wanna write some hcs about him)

Zeke is bursting with pride, seeing his little brother wander around the office and interact with other warriors

Watching the work of the others with Zeke being the main coordinator, Eren feels competitive towards the warriors and also wants to help his onii-chan - Zeke agrees to it and tasks Eren with coming up with new ideas or tactics to optimize the work in the office

As perfectionistic and insensitive as he can get, Zeke points out every flaw in Eren's suggestions and nearly brings his brother on the verge of tears with his harsh critic - and genuinely doesn't understand why Eren got upset at his truthful words

again, thank you so much for requesting, it was really fun for me to write