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Day-4: Unlocking the Power of Randomization in Python Lists

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Randomization and Python List Introduction Randomization is an essential concept in computer programming and data analysis. It involves the process of generating random elements or sequences that have an equal chance of being selected. In Python, randomization is a powerful tool that allows developers to introduce an element of unpredictability and make programs more dynamic. This article…

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Lando smut driveroom after hia dnf🫠🫠

𝐝𝐧𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

summary: what goes down in their driver’s room with you after a dnf. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. hurt/comfort (in a way). sexual propositions. angry sex (implied). depressed charles. mercedes f1 team slander. sir kink. periods. face-sitting, vaginal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs, cunnilingus, shower sex (light or implied). pairing: the grid x fem!reader (1,4,16,44,55,81) genre: drabbles.

from serene: river baby, this one’s for you xxx we all know what inspired this one lmao !!! oh, i will not be doing extended fics for any of these, they are just quick drabbles as a little writing exercise for me! (okay, okay, okay, fine i’ll finish toasty part two i promise it'll be released soon)

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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐱 #𝟏

You’ve never found Max’s skill for talking endlessly annoying or draining. In fact, you can recall telling him that hearing him eagerly explain about racing or other topics that interest him is attractive, multiple times. However, you’re not sure if you can withstand much more of him rambling through a retelling of every single lap he raced before he had to retire, looking for any possible point where he could’ve done something different to prevent it. 

The two of you are sitting on his small couch, pressed side to side, and you’re offering small nods of agreement and hums of understanding during his pauses between words that echo in the small private room. His helmet was shoved in a random cubby, his balaclava draped on top of it but, he hasn’t made any other progress in taking off his race gear. His gloves are still covering his hands as he fiddles with the straps around his wrists, his race suit and boots still properly secured, the smell of sweat and gasoline–the scent of man alluring to your nose–the heat of his body radiating against your side instigating the warmth that floods your cheeks, and the sound of his lisp curling seductively around his speech prompting less than pure thoughts as your heart flutters and thighs press together.

Max is unaware of the sudden twist in your thoughts as he verbally attempts to calculate just exactly where he could’ve improved his outcome, his voice rumbly with an undertone of displeasure, when you cut him off.

“Let me make it better,” you offer.

The Dutch driver cocks his head at you, his expression confused and humored, “How can you make my DNF better? I do not think you can go back in time and—”

“No, Max,” you interrupt, teeth tugging at your bottom lip gently, “Let me sit on your face.”

Visibly, you see his breath catch and eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to formulate a response, tongue flicking out to dampen his lips as he thinks—before his pupils blow large, and he swallows audibly.

“Oh,” Max starts, finally tugging his gloves off and tossing them to the floor, then moving to undo the strap of his race suit, “That would make it better.”

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 #𝟒

He’s pacing the small length of the room angrily, ranting about his retirement loudly enough that you know it’s seeping through the thin walls. You stare at him with a slightly concerned gaze, getting slightly annoyed as his race suit tied low on his hips threatens to smack you in the face every time he turns around. 

You’re well aware that Lando is quick to anger and brood as he freely makes everyone aware of where the blame needs to be placed. But, the dark and unyielding look in his eyes leads you to believe that he’ll be a little too real to the press today and you would hate to have to deal with a simultaneously enraged and ashamed Lando once he realizes what he said. Then, you’ll have to comfort him as he overthinks his words and doom scrolls through Twitter to see what people are saying about him. You would like to sleep tonight, so you can’t have him embarrass himself today. Thankfully, Lando’s a man, a very simple man at his core. 

You stand up from the couch and pull off his hoodie that you stole. Lando continues to rage and pace, not aware of your movement. You undo the buttons of your shirt, shrugging it off to stand in your bra and jeans. Lando doesn’t notice your state of undress until he spins around to find you topless and shimmying your jeans down your hips.

“Um,” Lando stutters, eyes fixed on your tits, “Why are your clothes off?”

“Get over here and fuck your anger out,” you command, “So when you talk to the press, you don’t say the stupid shit you're telling me now.”

Lando mumbles and pouts offended as he scrambles to lose his race suit, “‘s not stupid shit.”

You roll your eyes and reach out to tug him forward strongly, humming as the length of his body knocks against yours, easily stuffing your hand down his fireproofs and kissing on the meat of his neck, “mhm–I’m sure it isn’t.”

𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 #𝟏𝟔

The room is silent as Charles blankly stares at the wall, you’re not sure if he is aware of your hand comfortingly scratching along his back. He only offered words of exhaustion and depression as he slipped quietly into his room and curled next to you as he dissociated from his retirement.

You’ve tried everything. You cooed soothingly, you complained about the result, and you even loudly expressed how terrible you think the car and Ferrari are and he didn’t say a single word. He simply continued to stare at the wall, his suit and helmet still on, visor down, and expression unreadable. Anxiously, you shifted next to him, not used to experiencing Charles this out of it. And suddenly, the idea came to you. Breaking the silence, you suggested giving him head to relieve his stress. Charles said no. Your brow furrowed perplexed at his denial; he’s never rejected a blowjob before. You took it one step further and offered to let him fuck it out of you (you were previously adamant on the “no sex in the driver’s room” rule because sound carries), and you were sure the Monegasque was about to say yes before he shook his head violently like he was forcibly removing the thought, and mumbled something along the lines of, “I don’t deserve it.” 

That is something you will not let slide. Charles doesn’t need to punish himself after he’s already out of the race, but if he won’t allow himself to indulge in you, you’ll strongly encourage him to.

“Okay, Charlie,” you whisper, “If you’re sure.”

He doesn’t zone back in until he hears your whimpers seep into the air, snapping his head to look at you. He finds you with one hand tugging at your nipple and your other hand shoved under your skirt—from the movement, he can guess that you’re two fingers deep. You hear Charles choke audibly and you can’t help but toss your head back and giggle, the laughter turning into a moan of pleasure as your fingers pass over a sensitive spot.

“I-I think–merde,” Charles cuts himself off as he stares at your show, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

The helmet stays on.

𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 #𝟒𝟒

You’re unsure if Lewis is even mad about his retirement. The man seems mentally deranged as he laughs gleefully about ending his race early. Understandably, he is complaining about the bottoming of the car and the hell it’s wreaking on his back–so, maybe the joy is justifiable, your man is…older.

The thing is, Lewis switches from rambling about his back pain to complaining about Mercedes and repeating how he can’t wait for a change in scenery at Ferrari. In the Mercedes motorhome. Loudly. You know he’s doing it on purpose based on the vengeful look in his eyes. He recalls almost every single moment the team dismissed his critiques and suggestions, every single moment they didn’t appear at his podiums, every single moment they thought he wouldn’t leave, every single moment they took him for granted. And, Lewis is more than welcome to express his grievances—but you would still like him to leave on good terms as Toto did promise you a custom G-Wagon (not that Lewis can’t get you one himself; you would just hate to see him ruin his connections).

Lewis also can’t help being hot. He sits comfortably splayed out on his couch, a towel tied loosely on his hips from his shower, chest bare as beads of water fall downwards and get caught in the maze of his toned abdomen, his tattoos become art pieces as you appreciate the sight fully. He continues to partake in his amusing one-man conversation as he clasps his chain around his neck—and you break.

“Let me suck your dick,” you blurt out, cheeks flushing, surprised at your own words, “...sir?”

Lewis pauses, raising an eyebrow at you from where you’re leaning on the room door. 

“Well, I don’t know why you’re still standing over there if that’s what you want. Kneel.”

The sound of your knees hitting the floor sings in the air, “Yes, sir.”

𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢, 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 #𝟖𝟏

Oscar’s already sequestered himself away in his room before you were able to intercept him on his way. The mechanics are lowly gossiping about how mad he was when he pulled himself out of the car and they watch after you in fear as you make your way to your boyfriend.

Oscar? Mad? He’d never take it out on you, there’s no reason for the mechanics to be worried. Except when you enter the room, the vibes are peculiar. Oscar’s calmly folding his race suit, boots tucked away into their proper place, standing in just his fireproofs—they compliment his body well, extremely well. He turns to look at you and there’s a smile on his face as if he hasn’t retired from a race. He opens his arms for a hug, and you hesitate for a moment before fulfilling his request. His arms wrap around you warmly and he nuzzles his face into your hair, pulling back briefly to press a kiss on your forehead before tightening his embrace. It feels more like he’s comforting you than you’re comforting him. He walks the two of you backward to his couch and pulls you down to sit on his lap. 

Somehow, Oscar brightens more, “Hi, baby,” he grins, hands moving to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“Uhh, I’m sorry about your race?” Your tone of voice is unsure.

“Oh,” he laughs dismissively, “It happens sometimes–it was listed in the job description.” His right hand slips underneath your shirt as he speaks, moving calmly to tug the cups of your bra down underneath your chest, squeezing lightly at the plush weight in his hand. 

You’re convinced he’s severely concussed, but it doesn’t stop you from arching towards him, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, “Ummm— ‘s there a-anything I can do to help?”

Oscar’s hand draws out of your shirt and halts the grind of your hips in a flash, he coos at you, “Aw, that’s so sweet of you to offer…let me fuck your tits—please?”

What were you going to do, tell him no?

𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 #𝟓𝟓

You’re going to slam your head on the corner of the sink and hope it knocks you out. You’ll do it if means the sounds of Carlos’ whining stop. He forcibly pulled you up on the counter of the sink and told you to stay put as he showered so he could talk it out to you.

Naively, you thought the sound of the shower running would muffle his words and you were wrong. On any other day, you would be fine to support him through his complaints but your period is due to start in a couple of days and the irritation and sore muscles are already affecting you. Originally, you were eager to watch Carlos shower—that’s a sight plenty of women and men alike would kill you for. Then, the glass fogged with steam depriving you of something to ogle. And, if there’s one thing a woman is experiencing besides pain, sensitivity, and anger before her period, it’s being horny. You rationalize your thought process as you get undressed; Carlos gets some stress relief and you get to hear moans and grunts of pleasure instead of his huffing, grumbling, and whining. 

You slide the glass door open and closed as you step in the shower, completely bare except for the necklaces, earrings, and anklet with the #55 charm he gifted you randomly, “Carlos, por favor, be quiet.”

The Spanish man’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, frozen in the middle of his motion of scrubbing soap along his arm, “¿Qué?”

You roll your eyes, tugging the soapy cloth out of his hand and setting it on the shower shelf, “There’s better things you could be doing with your mouth.”

Carlos blinks, returning to the present and sinking to his knees in the too-small shower. 

He stares up at you with his big, sweet, lust-drenched, brown eyes, his hair a mess from the spray of the shower, and his voice cracking as he speaks, “Yes, definitely.”

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[melliemell]

HEEy !! It’s the nonnie with the glasses back at it once again >:)

I’ve been thinking, annd how do you think the bsd cast (as always i would love if u added both the idiots aka dazai and ranpo) would go abt asking their S/O to move in with them? Ofc add any chara u like!!

ur awesome love u Pookie🫶☺️, — NONNIE WHO FOUND THEIR GLASSES !!!! (YIPPIE FOR THAT!)

hiii babess, hope you're doing well!!

you never fail to deliver with the cool idea, do you 👀👀

BSD ft. How they'd go about moving in with their S/O

(Dazai, Fyodor, Ranpo)

Dazai

Dazai’s not an easy man to live with and he’s perfectly aware of that. 

Would play it off as a casual remark on a random Wednesday, a teasing smile plastered in place yet his gaze won’t leave yours as he observed your reaction while acting carefree.

“I’ll get to wake up to your angelic face every morning. What man wouldn’t want that?” he’d say, draping an arm around your shoulders as you’d roll your eyes at his antics. You’d be all too used to him by now. 

But the thought would swirl in Dazai’smind for days. Feeling your secure embrace was too sweet a treat, and your chest glued to his back had a calming effect he was steadily becoming addicted to. If Dazai had the opportunity to have your warm breath tickling his nape, mind not even fully awake to complain about it as he floated in that blissful oblivion of early mornings–he was getting it.

He’d be spacing out days on end, coming up with as many scenarios of domestic life that he’d end up completely engrossed by the idea. It would be too hilarious to miss out on the play-dress of adult life. Even cleaning chores would seem exiting to him, knowing fully that vacuuming the house could just as easily turn into rawdogging it on the kitchen floor–clean or not. 

Dazai’d have you all to himself. 

Don’t expect you’d be moving in with him. He’s occupying your place the moment he gets the green flag. He’s so used to not doing anything all day that finally having a constant source of entertainment might do him some good. Not you though. Probably. But at least you’d get your boyfriend trailing after you, puppy eyes abused to the brim as he pleads for attention at every possible opportunity. 

Good luck. 

Fyodor

That’s the thing… Fyodor’s so out of the loop of normal life-living that he’d probably not have a home. Places he stays at? Yes, sure. As lavish as he wants or acceptably modest and enough to meet his needs? Very likely. But a home–a specific location he comes back to time and time again, seeking comfort in its familiarity? Unlikely. 

It would start out as him simply needing you to do little tasks for him. Fyodor’d keep an eye out on you, making sure you arrive to the specific city before him as you checked around the territory. Never staying in the same place as him but still keeping you close by. Just in case.

He’d need to establish a secure enough dependance from your side before he lets himself explore any romantic paths with you. There’s a reassuring quality to it, and Fyodor’s not the type to rush into any idea unless he’s completely prepared for the desired outcome. But once you’re together…

Get prepared for an ungodly amount of surprise visits from this man. There won’t be so much as you moving in together–the topic most likely not even discussed yet–but you gradually getting accustomed to the sight of him already at your place, waiting patiently as he sipped his cup of tea by the kitchen table. 

He’d be really good at nestling perfectly into your routine, knowing exactly where you were at all times. Not living together exactly but… existing together, maybe? It won’t be so much about the physical part, simply being in the same space together bringing a smile to his face. He’d stop arranging for his own place eventually, opting to stay with you every time you had to move to a different location.

It was unusual, but Fyodor wasn’t a usual man after all.

Ranpo

Suspiciously too eager for the moving-in together. Until you realise his plan all along–he won’t need to take cabs every time he goes home; you’ll take him home. Now isn’t that just perfect? You know where you live, and you live together. 

Ranpo never really understood the excitement over domestic life. It was definitely a win for all the attention he was going to get constantly, but it’s not like anything too major has happened. You just have to share laundry now, no biggie. 

Until the day he gets back from work, tired to the bones from dealing with people too stupid to let him do his job quickly, and alone. It’s in those late hours that he stumbles though the darkness to your home and…

There you are. Snuggled up in bed and waiting for him with a tired smile on your face. Ranpo’s chest will feel light, the weight lifting instantly as he lays beside you, cheek smashed into your neck as your scent engulfed him. He’s out cold within minutes; just having this secure presence around him would set him at ease instantly.

Ranpo really thought nothing much would change between you after moving together. And he was right, the good old dynamic of you both was still there, but… there was something else. Something new lurking in the early mornings sometimes, or the hum of your voice as you sang under your breath as you washed the dishes. 

Little things. 

Things he was exposed to constantly now that managed to make him stop in his tracks and just–exist in that moment. With you.

Ranpo’s never felt more content after stealing you away like this.

[itgirl-111]

Awareness creates reality so I don't let random bitches tell me what is true and what is false. I don't let anything external of me tell me what is true and what is false. All I'm ever experiencing is myself so I don't let anything outside of me affect me. Everything is my awareness. Things wouldn't exist in my reality without my awareness in the first place so being the victim literally doesn't make sense when I'm awareness creating everything I want. Love, money, beauty, abundance, happiness, respect, I'm all of those things and those things wouldn't exist without me. Nothing could ever exist without my awareness, so I'm literally a god. I am a god of my reality therefore I have all the omnipotent power. I am the omnipotent power. I literally am god. I am the ones that get to choose I'm the one that gets to decide I'm the one who assigns meaning to everything I'm the one who gets to control my reality Im the one who decides how things and people show up for me. Because I am god. My power is literally so tremendous and infinite. IDC what it is, if I can see it in my mind, if it comes to my awareness, it exists and therefore I am free to have it, it's all mine. I never question my own power I never doubt my own power. I. Secure, I am Stable, I am relaxed in my own power knowing that I'm the god, I'm the limitless creator of my reality, a law of assumption prodigy, manifesting, void and shifting prodigy so I could never fucking doubt my own power. I am always in control no matter what. Actually, I have ALWAYS BEEN in control since day one. I have always been a master manifestor since day one. Being powerful, unshakeable it's in my veins, it's in my DNA to be a god and get everything that I want. It's in my DNA to always be in control. Manifesting isn't a 5 minute thing it's literally how life works it's how your brain works and has always been working since day one, so I've already been manifesting my whole life. It's easy to get what I want. Everything in my life is so so perfect. Everything everyone is me pushed out. People show up based on my assumptions about them. No one has free will, in my reality, treating me with love and respect is the only possibility that exists by default. Because why wouldn't they? Because I'm talented I'm top tier I'm amazing I'm lovely I'm a ball of sunshine. Shifting, void and manifestation is way too easy for me + it's so fun. No one and nothing can bring me down, no one and nothing can bring my confidence down, no one and nothing can decide for me but me, no one and nothing can limit me or make me doubt my own power in MY reality. Everything working out in my favour is the only possibile outcome that exists by default. I'm the validation, I'm the confirmation, the moment it comes into awareness it is already done. The 3d and my awareness is the same. Everything is same to manifest. I want it I got it. I am the person who always gets what she wants. I identify as the person who gets what she wants. I am a magnet for all I want.

[uns4lted]

➽ 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑚𝑖𝑐𝚑𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟

pairings: michael kaiser x gender neutral reader genre: mostly fluff a/n: i've been pretty much hang up with kaiser these days and i couldn't shake off these ideas inside my head. this is just short imagines and my point of view of kaiser as your partner :D

── .✦ Being with Michael Kaiser is a test of patience at first. He’s not the type to immediately show his feelings, and you’ll spend a lot of time wondering if he’ll ever really let you in. But as time goes by, you start noticing small changes. Maybe it’s the way he leans closer to you during quiet moments or how he’s more comfortable with letting you see him without the "I’m the best" facade. It’s subtle, but eventually, he starts to let you into his world. His touch lingers longer, his gaze softens, and there’s this moment where he finally succumbs to your affection, letting his guard down just enough to show that with you, he feels secure. And that’s when you know—he’s yours, completely.

── .✦ Despite all his confidence and arrogance, Kaiser has this sweet, almost unexpected side when it comes to you. One day, completely out of the blue, he starts calling you these cute little nicknames, like "mein Schatz" (my treasure) or "mein Liebling" (my darling). At first, you think he’s just playing around, but then you realize—he means it. It’s his way of showing how special you are to him, how you’re more than just another person in his life. He doesn’t throw those words around lightly, so when he calls you "mein Schatz," it’s because, to him, you’re priceless. ── .✦ Kaiser has this thing about making sure everyone knows you’re his. He’s not shy about it, either. In fact, he practically flexes you to the world. Posting pictures of the two of you on his social media with captions like “My world” or “No one compares.” Even during interviews, when someone asks a random question about his personal life, he’ll casually drop in how lucky he is to have you by his side, like it’s no big deal. But you know it’s his way of marking his territory, of letting everyone know that you’re his and his only. And honestly, it’s kind of sweet, the way he’s so proud to be with you. ── .✦ Kaiser may not always be the most emotional guy, but when it’s just the two of you, away from everyone else, he’s… different. Like that one day when you mentioned, almost offhand, that you were having a rough time. He didn’t ask questions or try to fix anything—he just pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around you without saying a word. No big gestures, no speeches, just him being there. And in that quiet moment, you felt safe, like you didn’t need to explain anything. Kaiser’s way of showing affection is understated but deep. When you’re with him, you know you’ll always have someone who has your back, no matter what. ── .✦ You find yourself captivated by Kaiser’s blue rose tattoo, its deep blue hues and intricate details drawing you in. When you’re alone together, you can’t help but gently trace the tattoo’s design with your fingers. Starting at the base of his neck, you let your touch move slowly down his arm, following the elegant curves of the rose, and finally to his hand. Each caress is a delicate exploration of the art and a quiet acknowledgment of the complexity beneath his confident exterior. Kaiser seems to genuinely enjoy these moments—his gaze softens, and a subtle smile lights up his face as he feels your touch. It’s a tender, shared connection that speaks volumes without words, and you both cherish these intimate gestures. ── .✦ You’re always the loudest cheerleader at Kaiser’s soccer matches, your support unwavering no matter the stakes. From the sidelines, you shout encouragement and celebrate every victory, making sure he knows you’re his biggest fan. After the match, no matter the outcome, Kaiser’s eyes immediately search for you amidst the crowd. When he finally spots you, his face lights up with a mixture of relief and joy. He’ll make a beeline for you, sweeping you into a warm, tight hug, and then, in a spontaneous burst of affection, he might lift you off the ground and spin you around, laughter mingling with his heartfelt words. Sometimes, he’ll simply pull you close and plant a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, a sweet reward for your constant support. It’s his way of showing how much your presence means to him, and in those moments, you feel like the center of his world.

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[tsuchishima]

❀ — A GUIDE TO BOKUTO'S MOODS ๋࣭ ⭑ ❁

WARNINGS | none

GUIDEBOOK | types of bokuto's moods, problems and solutions, bokuto in conclusion (will be continued after making a new acc)

WC | 0.5k words ~ GENRE | fluff / slight crack

A/N | this is slightly rushed. why? i'm making a new acc! i got tired with my current theme and decided to switch to a new one. ENJOY READING READER !

NOTEBOOK COVER + PAPER (visual reference)

๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ — PROBLEMS AND SOLUTIONS !

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 1 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : a perfect set was tossed to him, and he ran up to spike the ball. his hand perfectly aimed at the center as he jumped and spiked it, only to be blocked by one of middle blockers of the opposing team. he groaned and as the next few more rounds started his performance started to go bad. and you guessed it. he's in his emo mode, and he yells out his very expected line "don't toss to me anymore!" he says, pointing to akaashi. possible solution/s : start thinking of solutions that could help uplift his mood. and make sure to imagine all of the possible outcome when you try to do something, whether it's bad or good. also, if he does say his infamous line then just don't toss to him anymore. it's would seem wrong but it would work. his desire to spike will only grow more as he watches getting ignored by his setter. after a few rounds of tossing to other players you can now set to him again, making him get a point—his mood now being back to a cheery one. make sure to praise him afterwards too.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 2 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : he's playing in the nationals, and he starts to get frustated as he realizes in the court he's playing in is small compared to the main court hinata is playing in. his mood is starting to go downhill. he's in the edge of going emo mode. some of his team members starts to notice this as his hand accidentally slipped on his hands—causing for them to lose a point. he then feels defeated. his shoulders sloping as he looks at the not so high ceiling of the court. he feels terrible. possible solution/s : it's very simple to resolve this problem. just explain that because the court is much smaller more attention is on to him, and that in the main court only 1/4 of the people will be watching him. he will definitely start contemplating at the explanation and would start to look at the loud cheery crowd. he would then start to agree with you even though what you said was half-true, that's bokuto for ya'

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 3 // A BAD MOOD problem context : he's feeling downcast. by what? who knows. but all you need to do now is to comfort him. he's probably hiding in a enclosed and dark place. tables, chairs, random things he squeeze in-between he hides in those objects just to feel secure. but it doesn't help him with feeling unhappy. possible solution/s : praise him. just literally praise him, or help him with what he's having trouble with. just a praise from someone that means to him can take his mood to a whole turn. you can also try to ask to practice volleyball with you to try and 'improve' your skills but in reality you're just trying to cheer him up. this may work since he just loveeesss spiking. he quite literally has an endless amount of stamina when it comes to practicing.

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[gem-de-lune]

hi gem!! i hope you're well. can you read the energy around kstyle? and maybe whether seunghan is living with riize again? thank you!! ❤️❤️

There's an energy vibe of someone who is like a baby bird leaving the protective nest.

TEAL pops out here again. Or like blue black. This is more of a conflicting event. On one hand he would like to stay safe and secure where he is positive of what will transpire- but on the other hand he is curious to see everything. There is fear but not severe, more like anxiety. As to whether Seunghan will be attending, I would say maybe bc it is a bit of a random risk, though he is minutely interested or may have been offered to go.

If he does go, it will be a mostly positive response, and it will be rather dramatic and heavily discussed- but some may say it is reckless.

As for them living together, it seems there is an ongoing development. It's another maybe. Temperance indicates its something in talks? And the Empreror seems to be firmly rooted. With the 2 of wands looking at either card I think this is some sort of decision Seunghan or even someon else has yet to make. I think seunghan himself lacks trust in the current outcome and is hesitant to choose the key or the wand. Temperance or the Emp. Patience or resillience. To stay in the background or to state what he wants. He is fighting this battle in relation to this question. Therefore as of rn? I would say probably no. But in the future? Mayhaps.

🩵

[fantasyfantasygames]

TECHNOLOGIC

TECHNOLOGIC, d4ffft, 2018

People will license the oddest things.

TECHNOLOGIC (capitals mandatory) is an RPG based on the work of Daft Punk. It's a cyberware game, but not cyberpunk, despite the name of the band. Your characters have quit their grinding day-to-day office or factory jobs, and are now traveling through a slightly trippy, slightly eccentric world to find meaning in their lives.

Attributes are, of course, Harder, Better, Faster, and Stronger. The last two are self-explanatory. Harder is the social attribute, and Better is the mental one.

Skills are taken from the title track, as it were. There's Buy It (wealth), Fix It (repair), Print It (crafting via 3d printers), Leave It (running), Pause It (for distracting people from what they're doing), Work It (sex appeal), etc. Some of them are overly broad, like Use It, which applies to almost all tech in a tech-heavy game, or overly narrow, like Jam-Unlock It in a game with no breakdown rules.

The game engine is very matrix-driven. It's actually pretty reminiscent of the FASERIP success table, if you're familiar with that. You roll, cross-index your stat and your opponent's stat, and end up with a colored result. From best to worst, the results are Fuchsia, Magenta, Indigo, Azure, Teal, and Lime. The first table might get you your final result, or it might tell you to roll on a second table. That might or might not send you to a third table. You get a handful of Get Lucky points, which can move you up to +3 shifts on your color result. The game has a mild "death spiral" (not that combat is a big part of the game), and penalties you pick up from Indigo or Azure successes slowly mean that you get a Fuchsia result and are out of the action.

I gave it a dozen or so rolls, and it seemed to work fine, but I feel like it's too much. It takes too long to resolve, and it takes too many rolls to get the final outcome. You could get the same results with a single, much simpler table and a d100 roll, or maybe contested d20 rolls and using the difference to determine success.

As the game progresses you pick up "Fragments of Time", which are moments that are particularly meaningful to your character. These serve multiple purposes:

They provide roleplaying fodder for how your character should act toward and react to other people.

They provide you a set of Get Lucky points that you can use in situations related to those specific moments

Adding or removing a Fragment gives you XP to spend.

That's probably my favorite part of the game. Those of you who have heard me wax rhapsodic about Tenra Bansho Zero and its marvelous character development mechanics probably guessed that already. (Seriously, read TBZ, the Kiai / Aiki / Fates / Karma loop is my favorite.)

Sadly, the book contains no art. The layout is decent, but apparently while d4ffft got permission to use lyrics and song titles they didn't manage to secure the rights to any imagery and decided to just go to press without it (which, fair). This is one of the few books I feel like could benefit from some early 2000s Poser art. It just feels like the exact right venue for it, you know? Put in some badly rendered metallic scenery with an overly-smooth facsimile of a human being.

@chubbycrowgames made a quick random character generator, so if you do happen to pick up TECHNOLOGIC there's some existing support for it.

[meazalykov]

love masked by the color of our jerseys

esmee brugts x gerwnt!reader

summary: reader suffers with guilt after the third place nations league match

Standing on the pitch, I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. After the defeat against France a few days before, due to the fact that I didn’t have an opportunity to score, I knew it's time to redeem myself.

It's the Nations League 3rd place match. This is my first time playing in the nations league– sorry, it’s everyone's first time playing in the league since it was introduced this year. For my friends, coaches, and teammates– this match was important. It's about qualifying for the 2024 Olympics.

“Bist du bereit für das Spiel, Missy?” (are you ready for the game, missy?) I heard my closest friend on the team, Sydney, say as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Being called “Missy” by the national team is an inside joke caused by a waitress in Australia, during the World Cup, who was trying to get my attention while I zoned out from anxiety. At first I hated the name, but now I am used to it. 

“Ich denke ... ich hoffe?” (i think … i hope?) I mumbled to Sydney. My eyes look across the field and I see her—Esmee, my girlfriend.

Today, though, she's not just my girlfriend Esmee who plays at Barcelona Femeni with me– She's my rival Esmee from the Netherlands Oranje national team. And I am Y/N, a striker for the German National Team, ready to do whatever it takes to secure our spot for my team in the olympics.

“Starren Sie sie nicht die ganze Zeit an, das könnte Ihre Nervosität verschlimmern.” (Don't stare at her the whole time, it might make your nervousness worse.) Sydney noticed my eyes looking at my girlfriend training with her Dutch team. The Bayern Munich star pulled my body from the sight and we headed towards the benches. Syd took a sip of water which influenced me to do the same. 

“Syd, es ist nicht sie, die mich nervös macht, ich habe nur Angst vor dem Ergebnis. Was ist, wenn ich gewinne, wir zu den Olympischen Spielen gehen und sie anfängt, sich über mich zu ärgern?” (Syd, it's not her that makes me nervous, I'm just afraid of the outcome. What if I win, we go to the Olympics and she starts getting annoyed with me?) I breathed out, looking over at Esmee again, who looked at me with a small smirk before following Daan away from my sight. 

“Sie würde sich nie über dich ärgern. Esmee liebt dich über alles. Würden Sie es ihr übel nehmen, wenn sie heute gewinnen und zu den Olympischen Spielen gehen würde?” (She would never be annoyed with you. Esmee loves you more than anything. Would you hold it against her if she won today and went to the Olympics?) Sydney asked. 

“Nein, das würde ich niemals tun. Ich würde mich für sie freuen." (No, I would never do that. I would be happy for her) I responded. 

Sydney patted my back before saying, “Und sie würde sich auch für dich freuen, wenn wir gewinnen, komm schon – wir müssen trainieren gehen” (And she would be happy for you too if we won, come on – we have to go train) 

Twenty minutes later, the whistle blows. To all of my friends and closest fans, I'm shy off the pitch. Here on the pitch, I am bold with the ball at my feet– I'm unstoppable to most defenders. This is how I transferred from Wolfsburg to Barcelona two years ago at 18. Esmee knows my moves better than anyone on the pitch, which makes her determination to stop me all the more intense. 

Each time we clash, it feels like we're rivals who don't know each other, our love masked by the colors of our jerseys and the countries we represent.

Now its early in the second half, and I see a chance. I dart towards the goal with the ball on the left side, but Esmee is right there running towards me. We tangle near the sideline, and suddenly, we're both on the ground, dragged on top of some random poles. I knew she stumbled as she was trying to stop me, but I did too as I failed to dribble around her feet. For a brief moment, the world and the match fades away as Esmee helps me stand. Her touch is gentle, we don’t speak as we jog back on the pitch but her gesture is a silent reminder that we are still lovers outside of here.

But the game goes on, it's the 55th minute. I jog up the pitch before running when I find myself in the perfect position. I see a chance when Lena dribbles the ball around Janssen. I dart behind some of the defenders, right by the penalty spot, and Lena passes the ball with her back foot towards me and I shoot. 

I strike the ball with everything I have, the ball curves to the right but it soars past the Dutch goalkeeper into the net. The crowd erupts as I run to the corner of the pitch with my hands up, celebrating with the Germans who came to support us here in the Spanish stadium. 

Amidst the cheers, amidst all of my teammates hugging and jumping on me since I’ve opened up the score 1-0– there's an emptiness. Back in Barcelona, I miss Esmee's arms around me, her whispering congratulations in my ear everytime I scored in a league match. Thankfully, Klara’s happy smile blocked my view from looking at my girlfriend's reaction. 

Two more goals by Buhl and Schulle-- and the final whistle blow later, we've done it—Germany wins. We've secured our place in the Olympics. All of my teammates gathered around me as they’re all happy about our olympic qualification. Yes we were third place in the Nations League but we cared about the Olympics more, even if we didn’t say it out loud. 

I should be ecstatic about our win– but instead, there's a hollow ache inside me. My girlfriend couldn’t stay out of my mind when I didn’t have the ball at my feet.

 I look over at Esmee, her shoulders slumped, the defeat evident in her eyes. My heart sinks. 

After the coach concluded his congratulatory speech by the benches, I rushed over to Esmee. Her back was turned towards me so she didn’t notice me until I came around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. 

"I'm so sorry, Esmee," I whisper. We rock back and forth as we hug. I know I am overcompensating in my need to comfort her. But I hate seeing her like this, knowing that she won’t come to France to play in the Olympics with me, and knowing that I'm part of the reason makes it worse.

She pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes. "Y/N, it's okay," she says softly. "I'm not mad at you. This is part of the game. You played amazing out there."

My eyes widened as my eyebrows knitted together, “Thank you sweetheart, but I dreaded this moment since I arrived here. I hated being your opponent.” 

“Why? I think you look cute as my rival.” Esmee smirked which broke a laugh out of me. Our arms were still linked together, as if we were gonna hug again. 

“I felt the same about you but idk– I miss you celebrating with me on our goals.” I kiss her forehead, holding her closer again. "I just wish we could go to the Olympics together," I confess, my voice trembling as my head rested on her shoulder.

Esmee smiles, her resilience shining through. "I’ll come support you in France, there’s no worries love. There will be other chances but just let me be proud of you, okay?."

“Okay.” I smile.

<3

[leonardalphachurch]

Red vs Blue: Reformation

After Epsilon fragments himself inside of his mind, Tucker is left to pick up the pieces.

An alternate take on Tucker’s story in Season 19: Restoration.

Masterpost

Available to read on Ao3

CHAPTER 1 - Recognition

They might’ve finally found what they’ve been looking for. But there’s one thing to take care of, first.

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We open on a shot of a military base at night. Two guards stand in front of an exit.

Guard 1: Hey.

Guard 2: Yeah?

Guard 1: You ever wonder… if we’re in a simulation?

Guard 2: Simulation?

Guard 1: Yeah, yknow, like, none of this is real. We’re just the product of some guy simulating a bunch of random outcomes to try to find out what happens next?

Guard 2: … No. That sounds made up.

Guard 1: It’s not made up! It’s a real theory!

A cloaked figure enters through the door between them. Guard 1 raises his gun.

Guard 1: Whoa. Did you see that?

Guard 2: See what? Your simulation?

Guard 1: No! I don’t know! Looked like something… invisible.

Guard 2: Invisible? How does something look invisible?

Guard 1: Well, it looks like something that’s not there.

Guard 2: How am I supposed to see something that’s not there?

Guard 1: It is there, it just looks like—

A second cloaked figure enters the base.

Guard 1: There! There it is again! Did you see it?

Guard 2: Did I see the invisible thing that isn’t there?

Guard 1: Yes!

Guard 2: No. No I didn’t.

Guard 1: Dammit.

Guard 2: Maybe it was a glitch in the simulation.

Guard 1: Oh, fuck you.

Cut to the inside of the base. We see a series of shots. A pair of cloaked boots run along a hallway, followed closely by another. A guard collapses out of nowhere. A silenced pistol is shot.

Cut to the inside of a room. The door opens. No one enters. The door closes. An armored soldier uncloaks.

It’s Locus.

Locus: Is this the correct room?

Another soldier uncloaks and walks past him. He’s wearing The Meta’s armor in black. As he speaks, it fades into an aqua.

It’s Tucker.

Tucker: It should be.

He walks up to a large terminal and plugs in a device.

Tucker: Let’s find out. Guys?

Multiple colors of lights flash around him. Green, cyan, purple, pink, yellow, turquoise. Orange.

Tucker loses his balance after the last flash. But only for a second. He shakes his head and turns to look at Locus.

Tucker: Security here sucked, huh?

Locus is standing in between Tucker and the door, not leaving his back open to either of them.

Locus: I’ve learned it’s not something to complain about.

Tucker: I’m not complaining. Just saying, if what we think is here, is here? Well, it deserves a hell of a lot more security than that.

Locus: …What do you think is here?

Tucker: Huh?

A flash of cyan light.

Tucker: Oh, it’s some old files from Freelancer. Nothing too important, but, shit’s super classified. Be fucked if just anyone found it.

Locus makes a noise of acknowledgement. Is he agreeing? Disagreeing? Gassy? Who knows.

Tucker leans against the terminal, all casual like.

Tucker: So, how’ve you been?

Locus: ………. Fine……..

Tucker laughs.

Tucker: Damn dude, slow down. Even the AI couldn’t process that much information.

Locus sighs.

Locus: I have been. Fine. Nothing interesting has happened since we last spoke.

Tucker: All right.

They take a beat.

Locus: ………. How…… are. you???

Tucker: Wow. That seemed physically painful.

Locus: I… am not used to being the one leading the conversation.

Tucker: Right.

They take another beat.

Tucker: Y’know, I was kinda surprised you were willing to work with a partner again so soon after. Well, y’know. Didn’t think you’d trust so easily.

Locus: I… was more surprised you were willing to trust me.

Tucker, quietly: Yeah, surprised me too…

He stares at the terminal. Some colors flash around him. Pink, cyan, purple, yellow. Orange.

Tucker: We’ve also been doing fine. Same old, same old. Chasing down leads, cleaning up Freelancer’s messes, blowing up Charon’s shit.

Locus: Being a thorn in the UNSC’s side?

Tucker points at him.

Tucker: You know it! Saving the galaxy. One step at a—

Sigma appears at Tucker’s side. Not as a flash of light, but in his full naked, on fire, hologram-y glory.

Sigma: This is it.

Tucker stands up straight, giving Sigma his full attention.

Tucker: Wait, seriously? Finally? It’s really actually him?

Locus: What is “it”?

Tucker: I told you, it’s just old files from Freelancer.

Locus: You said “him.”

A flash of cyan.

Tucker: Did I? Must’ve misspoke.

Sigma: Lavernius. It’s time.

Tucker: Right.

Tucker takes the device out of the terminal. The colors flash all around him again.

Locus: Time for what? I… have been patient. But I do not appreciate being kept in the dark. I know you have bigger plans—

Tucker: Dude, relax. It’s not like we were gonna tell you everything before we knew we could trust you. You? C’mon, be realistic. But,

Tucker lets out an over dramatic sigh.

Tucker: Fine. I’ll explain everything when we get out of here, okay? Just— oh, shit, watch the door.

Locus turns to face the door.

Tucker: Like I was saying,

Tucker pulls out a gun.

Tucker: We were pretty surprised you were trusting enough to work with a partner so soon.

Tucker shoots Locus in the back.

Tucker: Probably shouldn’t have been.

Locus: You—

Tucker starts walking. He reaches down to grab something off Locus as he passes.

Locus: You— why— I, I can’t move—

Tucker: Yeah, don’t worry. Delta says you’ll get use of your legs back in 6 months. Right D?

A flash of green.

Delta: 6-12.

Tucker: 6-12. Cool how they can calculate that, huh?

Locus: Why… why are you doing this?

Tucker: It’s nothing personal, man. Just taking out one of the few people in the universe who might be able to stop us.

Tucker stops walking next to a wall.

Tucker: Well…

He reaches his hand towards an alarm.

Tucker: Maybe a little personal.

He flips it. Lights start flashing, sirens start blaring.

Tucker: I hear the UNSC treats genocidal maniacs well.

Tucker moves to the door.

Locus: You… I should have trusted my instincts. You are just like him.

Tucker stops. Purple, yellow, cyan. Orange. He laughs.

Tucker: You’re joking, right? You two were mass murderers. I’m trying to clean up the mess that you made. I am protecting people. Look at how easily you were manipulated again! Trust me. The galaxy is safer with you put away. It’s safer with us.

The door flings open as Tucker turns invisible. Locus tries to tell the oncoming guards about Tucker’s presence to no avail. We see a Tucker’s cloaked figure maneuver past the guards, into an empty area of the base.

He uncloaks.

Tucker: All right guys. Calculate how fucking badass that exit was.

All the AIs holograms pop up around him. Their lines slightly overlap each other.

Delta: Given your standard metrics, I would calculate that was… 75% “badass.”

Gamma: Too cheesy.

Theta: It was so cool!

Gamma: Overly sentimental.

Omega: We should have killed him.

Sigma: You should not have taken his bait.

None of the others’ lines overlap with Sigma’s.

Sigma: You cut the door opening too close. It was an unnecessary risk. Don’t do it again.

Tucker: Oh, please, Sig.

He flicks Sigma’s hologram.

Tucker: I know you love the dramatics.

Sigma: Not when we are this close.

Tucker looks down at the device he’s holding.

Tucker: So this is really it? We really found him?

Delta: We will not know for certain until we can decryp—

Sigma: Yes. This is him.

Tucker holds the device up and stares at it. Lovingly.

Tucker: All right, Church. Just wait a little longer. We’re gonna fix everything. Real soon.

Omega: Not soon enough. Let’s move.

Tucker laughs, cloaks again, and heads out.

[jaysarenice]

Alright wild life episode coming tomorrow so strap in for this absolute yap about why I think Joel will win (please don’t let this curse him) (<- the session was already recorded so nothing I do or say will change whatever outcome already happened)

!POTENTIAL WILD LIFE SPOILERS AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

The main thing I believe will secure Joel the win is his adaptability. In previous seasons, we never really got to see this in action because the gimmicks were the same every episode. Even in seasons with the boogeyman, it was still the same gimmick every session basically: don’t die. Secret Life is a bit of an anomaly, but even with the secret tasks, the gimmick remained the same. With Wild Life, every episode has a different gimmick. From snails to random mobs spawning to a trivia bot, nothing was the same every episode. Even the next episode could be something entirely different. But notice how Joel never died to one of the wildcards. (Side rant: I don’t count any deaths he had to the mobs as a wildcard death because it was not the wildcard to turn into something and kill. The wildcard was for random mobs, which included hostile ones. The specific point of the wildcard was not to have deaths like the snails.) You know what Joel did do? Adapt to every wildcard that was thrown at him. Him and Gem were almost always the first people to figure out the wildcard and avoid it. When the wildcard was being chosen, others went to the Family because of the chance that they would figure it out and know how to deal with it. (<- How I interpret it, I’ve only watched Joel’s pov so could be inaccurate to all perspectives.) Even Tango, who is pretty much Joel’s number one (1) enemy this season, knowing he wouldn’t really be safe with them, flocked to the Family a couple times. The Bamboozlers even made a comment in episode six (6) that the car was a good protector. Joel adapts so quickly to the wildcard that he can semi spin it to benefit him. Did anyone else notice how quickly he understood and began to use his superpower in episode seven (7)?

Another thing I would like to mention is his weaknesses. Joel is quite the force to be reckoned with; he’s been playing in the Life Series since 3rd Life and has seen what tricks people have fallen for. However, he always has one weakness: Lizzie. Lizzie has only been in three seasons, her debut being Last Life and being in Secret Life and Wild Life. The relevance? Lizzie hasn’t been in enough seasons to be something that Joel can’t be weak to. Joel gave her so many diamonds in one episode, (forgot which one, my apologies.) and even died to Jimmy because he was distracted by her. He can’t ignore her like he can everyone else, even with being married in real life. He has a soft spot for Jimmy, which is pretty clear, but Jimmy has been in every life series as well. Joel has learned to tone out his soft spot for Jimmy. But Lizzie? This is her third season. Joel can’t tone out his soft spot for Lizzie because he hasn’t been around her in the life series enough. Other than Lizzie, Joel barely has any weaknesses that we’ve seen. Sure, he has his mania, but so far he’s been pretty managed. Even as a yellow life. I think he’s genuinely determined to win this time.

Erm I think that’s all I had to yap about ty for reading um Joel will win wild life TRUST

[thathastagbiotch]

Run away

•Donatello x fugitive/on the run from the law! reader

•Romantic :D

•What if……vigilante meets cute thief?

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Oh no. See, you were currently being hunted by the police for stealing stuff from target. Why target? That’s literally the worst store to rob from, it’s been proven. Why couldn’t you think?

Moving on, you decided that the best tactic was to stay underground. Just for a while. Dress yourself up undercover until it blows over.

The police were hot on your trail. What target item requires this much security? Like genuinely, why are the police chasing you? That’s so stupid.

You hid in an alley. You quickly changed from your black suit(hey, what’s the point of stealing if you’re not looking slutty doing ur?) into a fluffy pink dress with a wave of your hand, and tied your hair into a ponytail.

Oh yeah, did I mention you’re a mutant? Well, kind of. You got caught in a radioactive nuclear blast that resulted in you getting random pink splotches on your body(work with me here, I’m just spitballing) and some cool powers. You were like, Eleven, but more badass.

The police were searching the block, looking for you. Seriously, what did you steal? You just stole a cool looking figurine from the back of the target supply room that was held in a glass box. No biggie. Nonetheless, you needed to hide, and fast. You quickly used your powers to move a manhole cover, and climbed down into the sewers.

Wow. You have been reduced to this. A rat. A pink, thief, rich, rat. Not a desirable outcome, I must admit. Nonetheless, you could back this. It’s got lots of space, a bunch of exits, and it’s stealthy.

Eh, who are you kidding? You’re in the fucking sewers. It’s the pits. It’s where all the dumped human feces go. And you’ve gotta chill here for the next, what, month?

You wandered around. Some many twists and turns, so many different ways to go and get lost. You began to map out everything in your little pocket sketchbook. Atleast you wouldn’t get lost.

Anywa- wait. Is that…..sounds? Like a Lou Jitsu movie? Le gasp! Lou Jitsu is like, the greatest action hero of all time! Whatever was going on, you had to check it out.

When you reached the sound, you found out that someone had made a home in the sewers. With a bed. And a tv. And FOOD! God, you were hungry. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak in, grab some food, and leave, right? You’ve been reduced to common thief anyway, might as well.

So you teleported in. You looked through the kitchen till you spotted something. Something glorious. A box of pizza. You quickly reached in to grab a slice when ‘knocks down entire pile of pots and pans cutely’.

So much for inconspicuous..

Whatever. You quickly grabbed the pizza and began to eat silently. Not your idea of a perfect Sunday, but it’s cool. Suddenly, you heard someone come around the corner.

“Raph, I’m telling you, there’s no one in the kitche-“

What the hell is that? Is-is that a fucking mutant turtle? Sorry, turtles?

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“

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Hehe. You like? Took three days.

Part 1(ur here), Part two

[kankuroplease]

I could never chose a favorite between the Uchiha & the Senju clan. They’re both elite. But lately I’ve been thinking more about the Senju & have a few questions since I love your Senju fanart.

What are your headcannons about the Senju clan? They’re culture & traditions? What are the common & not so common physical characteristics within the clan based on your headcannons?

Since you designed Lady Asako to have white hair & red eyes because of Tobirama’s cannon design, do you think that the Senju had diverse features? Or is Lady Asako & Tobirama the exception?

Only asking bc when doing my own research, I’ve seen a cannon still of the Senju clan where Hashirama is in the middle, Tobirama to the right of him, Toka to the left & behind them are other random Senju men. They all look different; blonde, brown, grey & even dark blue hair.

What do you think? 😊

Same 🫡

Ok, it’s been awhile sense I’ve answered a clan ask and it’s a bit nerve wracking to take on such a big clan with big deal characters, but I’ll give it shot

I like to think their clan name is in reference to the 1000 armed Kannon statue, which would explain the appearance of Hashirama’s wood release

This Buddhist deity used those thousand arms to help those in need and Senju can also mean thousand hands/skills

so given that information + Hagoromo and Ashura’s natures, I think they were more of a welcoming clan to those who weren’t of them originally and needed aid

I absolutely can see them having had marriages to clans like the Aburame, Akamichi, Yamanaka, Nara, and the Hyuga that were both political and romantic

Because that can explain why these clans felt comfortable settling in Konohagakure once it was founded

But if course having a hard line when it came to the Uchiha 💀

Which of course leads to a clan that pretty diverse in terms of appearance

The majority of Senju people have more darker hair colors, but on the rare occasion, they’ll have a Tobirama or Itama

With the split hair color being the rarest outcome, but the possibility of it happening to a Senju descendent is always there

A trait that’s extremely common is their immense, stamina and energy as descendants of Ashura

I can see childhood in the founders era being extremely short for the Senju and it being seen as wrong to coddle any child too much

Which made children who were bold enough to stand with the older soldiers be seen as a great pride and asset to their clan (which ofc boo child soliders, but they’re literally even present in the modern timeline of Nart)

This of course eased with time (a little), but the end result is that a lot of Senju’s may take things too seriously

The expectation being women; most of the girls are not raised to be strong fighters and are kept in more secure places to aid in the making of medicines but also to make sure there could be future generations

The girls that demand to train and join their brothers and fathers on the battle field are seen as rebellious in the best of ways

But was is generally an uphill battle for them to be taken seriously enough to risk their lives too

Their traditions would consist of festivals similar to Bon and Tanabata. Mostly days for boosting morale and honoring those who have fallen

Another common practice for them is meditation. Doesn’t matter if it’s seated or walking, they’re meditating at least once a day

Meditation would be taken as seriously as training

BUT, it’s also a very Senju way of showing romantic interest in a potential partner as it’s seen as making space for shared openness

Like, ramen together is cool and all, but do you want to have a couples meditation session? 👀

They’re old fashioned as heck. Spend three days at your lovers place and they’ll consider you basically married to your partner

[drferox]

Updates…

So the pretty good news is that my child custody case is pretty much sorted, and I have functionally sole custody of Honey Bee, with the ex only having supervised visitation unless he puts in more than minimum effort. Feeling reasonably secure on that front.

Going through family court is definitely an unpleasant experience though. It is definitely not set up to favor mothers, and it was both infuriating and distressing to watch him submit quote cruel lies to the court, to which I find that get to reply. While I could have proved a lot of his lies to be lies, the amount of evidence required, the number of pages to look through, was just not going to be considered by a court system that is so short on time. Fortunately for me, he kept making really dumb decisions, and that’s what decided the outcome more than anything else, I think.

It’s a rough experience because while you think the other side is making outlandish claims and bad decisions, you have no indication as to whether the courts view their actions in the same way until the end. There is zero feedback as you go along.

But it’s done for now, and from here on in I can only hope that he either improves himself as a human being and father… or gets bored and wanders off to let us get on with life.

In the petty adequate news, my Multiple Sclerosis seems fairly stable. It’s coming up to two years and I don’t think there are any major new symptoms, and I am better able to know what my physical limits are. Every now and then I’ll think I want to give surgery a go, but am only really good for 10 minutes or so, so that’s not something I can realistically do any more. It’s enough to help a new graduate get out of a disaster, but I can’t take over for them if they’re struggling. I miss surgery very badly.

The Kesimpta is getting easier to manage, side effects are still very random but significantly milder than when I started. Mostly any pain gets managed with stretches and osteopathy. The fatigue is frustrating but I’m getting better at knowing how much I can actually push myself, because if I go over that level I will be wiped out for a few days. I can tell you about that journey if you want to know. Overall it’s not terrible, but it is frequently frustrating.

So now I’m feeling safer and more stable, I will try to get back to irregular posting. But no promises, the energy isn’t what it used to be.

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What does safety mean to your OC? Is it emotional or financial security? Or protection from physical harm? Is safety something for which they aim - either for themselves or others? For Muireann

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So there isn't really a clear-cut answer unfortunately ^^;; For Muireann there are a lot of things that contribute to a feeling of safety that would be expected; the location, her health, her friends and family, and whether or not the end of the world is imminent for example.

If she's out travelling she will generally feel safer staying in an inn rather than making camp, but that is also impacted by who she is travelling with. There are people she has more confidence in either their fighting capabilities or awareness (oftentimes both) where she would feel safer camping with them rather than staying at an inn (where they can potentially be isolated into separate rooms).

If she's sick or has recently overextended herself it doesn't matter where she's at or who she's with she will be a little nervous until she is at least able to call on Selene.

There is also the issue of her reputation - since everything that goes down at The Banquet, she is acutely aware that everything that gives her the greatest sense of safety can be ripped away from her. She's got an underlying hum of nervousness about her when she arrives in Tural because while she is completely thrilled to be essentially just a random adventurer again, her usual titles and reputation don't carry the same weight (well queen/future queen of Doma would carry some weight but would also open a whole different can of worms lmao). She doesn't expect Wuk Lamat to turn against her and her friends, but that doesn't mean she's not considering it being a possible outcome.

She does at least have her birth/retirement name to fall back on should the name Muireann Uais become too dangerous to use, but most of her friends don't have that same escape plan built in.

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Predictions for Bridgerton Season 3, Part 2!

I did a few predictions mostly focused in part 1. While some were spot on, a few others could still happen in part 2. I'll be discussing points I got right, points I could still get right, and other things I think could happen now that I've seen the first four episodes. Possible spoilers below the cut!

1- Francesca Will Feel Some Pressure From the Queen (Right ✅ )

I did say this wasn't that much of a guess and it's been what Queen Charlotte has done every season so far. Francesca didn't want to be singled out as the Queen's Favorite but hers and Eloise's efforts weren't enough in comparison to Lady Danbury's. She is feeling some pressure to marry the man that the Queen has chosen for her because it's the "easiest path" despite Violet telling her she can marry whoever she chooses. But Francesca is feeling that pressure less now that she has met the Earl of Kilmartin and he has made his intentions known (in as few words as possible).

2- Violet: Captain of the Polin Ship (Right ✅ )

Colin, you were not subtle in episode 3. Violet picked up on what you were really asking so fast! And she's the real MVP of episode 4. When Colin didn't want to go to the ball, Violet saved that ship when she told Colin about Debling's planned proposal. It's too bad she didn't anticipate the chaos Colin would cause to prevent the proposal.

3- Colin Still Doesn't Know (Right ✅ )

I knew the show could go one of two ways: Colin would find out that Penelope was Lady Whistledown in the part 1 finale OR they would hold off until part 2 for added drama.

As of the end of part 1...Colin still doesn't know that Penelope is Lady Whistledown!

4- Colin Will Find Out In Episode 5 or 6

I don't think they're going to put off revealing Penelope's secret identity for too many episodes. Episode 5 is titled "Tick Tock," and if you've seen the teaser for part 2, you know that Eloise is putting a deadline for Penelope to come clean to Colin about Lady Whistledown or she'll do it. I think that will also be the episode that the Queen offers a reward for Lady Whistledown's reveal. And as we heard from Lady Cowper in part 1, Lord Cowper has been tightening the purse strings since Cressida still isn't married. We also saw (I think in the teaser, maybe somewhere else?) Penelope writing and the small glimpse we got of the writing was calling Cressida out for being a liar and a fraud.

Here's what I think could happen:

I think it's very likely that Lord Cowper might tighten the purse strings even more in episode 5. He's already been threatening to marry Cressida off to a random older gentleman. Cressida, feeling desperate, takes the credit for being Lady Whistledown so she can collect the reward. Financial independence might help her secure a husband of her choosing. But like in the books, Penelope can't stand the idea of Cressida taking credit for her hard work, so she writes a rebuttal in her latest Whistledown column and sets off to get it printed. Colin will either a) follow Penelope and discover she's Whistledown or b) track down Whistledown only to discover it's Penelope.

Also like the book, Colin will double down on marrying Penelope because he believes he can offer her some form of protection in case people do discover she's Whistledown.

There's another shot of Colin looking like he's fuming in the teaser. I think this will also be like the book where Penelope publishes the column refuting Cressida's claim, anyway. But the column accidentally comes out earlier than intended and it blindsides Colin before Penelope can say anything about it to him.

5- Peneloise Won't Reconcile Until the Final Episode

I think this is still the most likely outcome. Eloise, thankfully, did not enter her bitchy mean girl era by hanging out with Cressida so much. She tries to apologize when Cressida rips her dress, chases after her when she realizes that she's at fault for the gossip spreading throughout the ball about Penelope and Colin, and then actually shows up at Featherington House to apologize to Penelope for it later. The ice seems to beginning to thaw.

But it will quickly freeze over again when Colin announces his engagement to Penelope. Any progress they might have made toward reconciliation will be out the window. Ultimately, I think it will be actions taken by Cressida in the second half of the season that will let Eloise make up with Penelope once and for all.

6- Cressida Finds Out Who Whistledown Is...Because of Penelope

Previously, I said that Cressida would find out about Whistledown through Eloise. That Eloise would make enough snide comments that Cressida would figure it out. It could still play out that way. Cressida is very observant and more clever than she's given credit for. When Eloise confronts her for spreading the gossip about Penelope and Colin, Cressida says that she spotted another girl whispering about it nearby and that Eloise was "not very discreet" when she shared the gossip with Cressida.

However, if the events of part 2 play out a little closer to the book, then it will be Penelope's Whistledown article condemning Cressida that allows her to put two and two together and blackmail Penelope.

7- Lady Whistledown Stays Secret(?)

I think as much as the Queen gets vexed by Lady Whistledown, she sort of realized at the end of last season when Whistledown had a hiatus how much enjoyment she got from the column. And what fun is an anonymous gossip column if the writer is no longer anonymous? Maybe we'll get an "I'm Spartacus!" moment (or, for a more recent example, an "It's my vagina!" moment) where people start claiming left and right to be Whistledown when Cressida tries to expose Penelope in the final episode. It would take away Cressida's power over Penelope once and for all, and it could allow Penelope to keep on writing.

Honestly, I think this is not a likely scenario, but it's a possibility and I'm putting it out there.