#but THEN i was like hey what if this is around the time SF randomly stopped doing crimes actually bc Monsters(tm)

[eievuimultimuse]

"Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?" (07 @ 07 sf hehe)

CRIMINAL SENTENCES VOL. 8.

     “ Y’KNOW, BELIEVE IT or not — though it sure as hell FEELS like it sometimes — you ain’t the only BASTARD I deal with out here, NIGHTWATCHER. “ The crime boss never refers to the vigilante by name in their fleeting and occasional exchanges, so the ANNOYANCE dripping off of it is highly apparent.  ( And yet, it doesn’t actually seem like it’s wholly directed at him…something about the way he says it, it sounds like he was already frustrated before the conversation started. )  “ This ain’t got NOTHIN’ t’ do with you, “ he adds sharply, because he KNOWS what the guy must be thinking. Must be thinking he’s waving the white flag, that he’s finally broken him. HE HASN’T.

     There is a noticeable HESITATION; a pensive lull in his words. He’s well within his right to HANG UP; there’s nothing between them that’s really worth discussing beyond this. They’re not FRIENDS. And yet…he can’t quite bring himself to not at least utter a word of WARNING to the guy.  ( Yeah, it’s THAT bad. )

     “ Look, somethin’ WEIRD is goin’ on, and I ain’t a fan. I gotta look out for my OWN first, ya’ hear ? “  It’s the subtlest way he could phrase that he thinks it’s UNSAFE. Which, of course, poses the question: What the hell could there be that’d scare SUPERFLY of all people ?  “ I’d say I’d SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAME, but I know you ain’t gonna listen, so. You do you, but watch your step when ya’ do. “

     He doesn’t wait for a reply. The line’s dead as soon as he finishes his sentence.

[dmclemblems]

one could say the relationship ike has with soren and ranulf is triangaylar.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep 24: Someone Actually Called the Cops.

So recently I was like, “I should do something different than my usual” and I decided to open up a little thread for critiquing ppl’s short stories, and I kid you not, the very first story I got was someone’s Seto Kaiba erotica. Which, even in erotica form, did not have very much romance in it. So, now that Yugioh will apparently haunt my every waking move forever until I die, lets get back to S4. Lets desperately get back to canon. I miss canon.

Last we left off, Kaiba lost KaibaCorp...again. Really feels like he loses this company once every couple of years (weeks if we count season 1-3). Except, this time, Dartz didn’t read the fine print in the legal files that says the company must be run by a member of the Kaiba family. While that was a huge plot point with Pegasus, turns out that Seto and Mokuba’s memories have been blended so thoroughly, like a very fine Shadow Realm smoothie, that they just...forgot.

And like I’m positive that Roland remembers, but Roland’s not gonna say something and accidentally reveal he’s the 4th Kaiba brother and have to get abducted all the time and actually work for a living. Anyways, they forgot why Pegasus abducted them in the first place in Season 1, and honestly, so did the writers of this season 4 years later. Not like it mattered, because if Seto and Mokuba did take Dartz to court, the world would end before their case would even start.

Which is how, after one talk with Roland, Seto and Mokuba just sort of laid prone on the metaphorical ground and let it wash over them that yes, KaibaCorp is gone.

I really like this extra-long helicopter, PS.

Both members of Kaiba’s Sunglasses Army decided to align themselves with Kaiba, although honestly, I don’t think anyone else in this company has realized that they’ve been bought. It happened...1 hour ago. Like what do you even do if your company randomly gets bought in the middle of a workday? Like no lead up, no indication, just BAM you’ve been bought?

And if Duke works for Pegasus who got bought out by Dartz and then Dartz bought Kaiba Corp-------What does that make Duke? Is he gonna have to start wearing sunglasses inside?

Anyway, Roland knows better than to tell Seto Kaiba he doesn’t work for him anymore while still in the same helicopter as Seto Kaiba, who already crashed one plane today and will crash yet another plane before this episode is through.

(read more under the cut)

Seto decides to align with Yugi since he needs to confront Dartz eventually. Which is when we find out that Seto always planned to align with Yugi and was just giving him a really hard time.

Because over the last several episodes, Seto has had an entire team at this random museum in Florida in order to take some pictures (that really should have already been on the internet but wtv, it was 2003 so maybe it wasn’t?)

It’s like most of the way through s4 and the biker ninjas still send me. How did he make SO MANY biker ninjas? At what point was Dartz like...and now...all my mooks...will be ninja bikers. Or orcs. Mostly Ninja bikers.

Did Alister or the others ever tell him “hey, Master Dartz, I get that your 10000 years old but like...do you not understand what a biker is?” and was Dartz like

“clearly bikers are the most evil thing in the world, obviously.” completely unaware that most bikers are just 45 year old accountants.

In these scenes we also get a gander at their laptops and, if you ever want to see high level life crippling OCD anxiety in picture form, it’s illustrated very clearly right here:

Not only did they draw this keyboard in 1 pt perspective, they used like a ruler to draw all those letters so they were the same size. Some artist put so much time getting this nice and crisp and smooth...and then this happened.

And I’m pretty sure they died after that. I’m pretty sure this scene killed an artist.

It’s at this point that Yami kinda puts two and two together and was like “WE BOUGHT PLANE TICKET’S, YOU ASSHOLES.”

(It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen Mokuba smile like this, and it’s because he’s been hiding the fact for So Many Episodes that he and his brother prepped like hours ago to get this huge dunk on the rest of the party. He just wants to dunk on them so bad. Look at him. His company was bought today. BUT he gets to spend time with his bro dunking.)

Serious question, will Delta refund your flight if the Great Leviathan appears in the sky and tries to eat your soul to reboot the world from the ground up?

Of course not. They will never refund your flight. Trick question.

We switch back over to Rebecca and Duke, who have been absent from this show for so long, I actually forgot what Duke’s name was and had to think for like...5 entire minutes until I remembered that his nickname sounds like a poop and I was like “oh man, what name of poop would it be???” and then I recalled “Dookie. Yes. His name is literally Dookie. Wow that took way too long!”

Then we start a story arc I’d to call “My Kingdom For a Sharpen Filter” where, much like King Lear, the Yugi crew splays themselves on a battle field just strewn with different ways to sharpen an image, but can’t for the life of them use any other one, but the one deep in the heart of what is now DartzCorp.

And so yes, we are going to fly to San Fransisco, hop into ye Olde KaibaCorp, and log into proto-Noah in order to read a language that Arthur Hawkins can already read.

This is nonsense, but they put it there because it’s something to do. And honestly, it’s not a card game, so I’m down for this change-up. Lets go visit a version of Noah’s brain. At least they won’t drop an orichalcos for the 12th episode in a row.

On the way, Seto decides to try and egg on Yugi.

This backfires as you expect it will because Yami doesn’t freakin care. Like he’s not Yugi, he doesn’t care who the King of Games is, he harnesses freakin Dark Magic. The Wizard never cares if he’s King Arthur or not, and in fact, he probably prefers it....

..................Except in that spinoff where they had Yugi as a reincarnation of King Henry VII.

...................................................never mind.

And then Seto Kaiba says this actual line and I just...

WH.

WHHH

WHAT?

This entire show is just watching Yugi desperately cling to his scary ass hobbies. The tagline of Yugioh is “1001 reasons to go back to school and get a real job.”

What does Kaiba think Yugi does when he’s not around? Does he actually think Yugi attends school or sleeps at night or works an actual job? Like...he thinks Yugi has...NO HOBBIES.

Very interesting insight into what Seto considers a hobby and not hobby.

Especially since this Yami, who spends most of his spare time farting around his scary ass brain castle and getting lost. Occasionally he is forced on a date with Tea and wipes minds. That’s it. That’s all the things Yami does outside of hobbies.

Anyway, what is Dartz doing during all of this?

After this, Dartz pulls back the literal curtains on this room to reveal these candles that each hold the soul of someone he’s murdered.

There are not NEARLY enough candles for this segment.

A very brave man to have candles littered on the floor when his hair is down to his ass and all of his mooks have floorduster coats.

I really want to know what the local arts and crafts store thought when Dartz strode in there and bought every single tiny styrafoam skull during the Halloween sale and was like “can I put souls in these? You sell the kind I can put souls in, right?” and then immediately pulled out like a dozen 50% off coupons like a complete asshole.

Anyway, using this candle hocus pocus, Dartz uses the Orichalcos powers to take advantage of something Yugi did in the first episode. We distantly recall there was a giant eyeball in the sky--turns out if you bust up the eyeball with, lets say, a card that has a dragon on it, the eyeball will explode into many tiny Orichalcos pieces that will fall all over planet Earth.

So apparently Yugi didn’t save anyone at all when he busted that eyeball, because he instead set in motion Dartz’ evil plan to eventually use these many tiny Orichalcos pieces like the one seen here, to kill the hell out of people.

Good job, Yugi. Too bad you missed the Actual Bakura.

In fact, actual Bakura is probably the only one who survived this incident because I guarantee that Ryou Bakura is too busy eating all the contents of his fridge out of stress. He’s probably opened his window at this point, seen the crazy lights in the sky and in the street and was like  “Blooooooody nope nopenopenopenopenope” and just locked the windows and doors, turned up Hercule Poirot to max volume, and stuffed his face with cookies.

(Or biscuits, I guess.)

WELL.

I don’t know how to tally that.

Yugioh not only broke the tally I was using to measure the distance they spent commuting this season, it also broke the tally on the amount of people who have died on this children’s show.

That’s a really big number.

We’ve had real duel monsters for a couple weeks but youknow...this time they’re extra, extra, extra real. More so than the last times. Also they’re all Orichalcos versions of their cards so their extra edge now. They’re the hot topic versions of what were already pretty hot-topic ass cards.

MMM. We come full circle, back at a dock, a warehouse, and some huge ass boat.

Right where we belong. Where all friends meet, where we can all finally be one.

Yugioh found one of the only cities that has a very famous and tourist heavy pier/warehouse district in it just so the Yugi gang could finally feel comfortable in their natural habitat. HOWEVER, there’s just one tiny problem in this scene, and it’s that it’s not overlaid with the actual soundscape of a SF pier, which is that of 100000 screaming seals

I don’t have a seal problem, you have a seal problem.

Anyway, the only healthy adults here attempt to follow the children into danger but someone on the animation team was like “we just lost the keyboard drawing guy to that capslock! We cannot lose any more interns to a crowd scene with 9 people in it and 2 dead bodies!” and they uh...

And we immediately eject Roland and whoever that weird sunglasses guy is out of the script. Mokuba gave them a longing glance as they helicoptered away. Maybe because he missed his Dad stand-ins that he went through such efforts to call in the first place. Or more likely, because Mokuba would have preferred to be on that helicopter and far away from whatever the hell is going to go down on this dock.

Honestly the rest of Joey’s storyline this episode is him going rogue because of Mai rage, and it both comes out of nowhere and also seems very on point for him.

Meanwhile, Rebecca’s unbridled rage towards Yami Muto is still low key hilarious to me.

Witness the only character here who thinks Yami should suffer actual consequences and witness Yami just appear to not give a single damn about it.

Nearly spat out my own drink watching this.

The...

...police...

...exist in this universe?

Anyway, while Tristan and Tea try to locate a payphone to dial 911, Seto and Yugi decide to invade Seto’s own company by going through an elevator that you have to reach through the sewers.

Straight up I don’t think SF even has sewers. At least, not in the sense that you can walk in em like New York or Paris or other cities that have sewers. Our sewer systems are very small cuz we got something called “liquefaction” which means our ground is so soft (and artificial--a lot of the land is fake), that when there is an earthquake, certain parts of the city will...liquefy. It’s Terrifying. We kind of...avoid going and building underground except in certain stable places. (like even BART gives me the heebies.)

I just have a very strong distrust of basements, caves and other underground places in general and it’s not because of spiders, or ghosts or whatever, I’m just afraid of faultlines. It’s like having an active volcano, but you just don’t see it, and we haven’t had a Big One since 1989 so...any day now (I mean, 2020 has been such redic content, that I think we’re finally ready)

Again, Japan has way more intense Earthquakes than we do, and yet they have a billion underground subways and very, very tall buildings, so like, this is mostly a big cultural difference between the two of us. And the bedrock. They probably have better bedrock than we do (honestly, I just have no idea).

MASTER HACKER SKILLS.

Almost as good as that time he hacked into Pegasus’ company by dropping a satellite on it. I’m starting to think Seto actually doesn’t know how to use a computer.

Anyway, Seto is faced with...real cards, real monsters, indisputable evidence, and he decides, it’s time. It’s time to finally face facts.

So, while these two are just flinging cards around willy nilly, Tea and Tristan are ...actually talking to police.

4 seasons. They’re actually doing it.

Although, TBH, they probably should have gone to the Japanese Embassy first? Just throwing that out there.

Ah Yugioh, the only kids show around that tells you point blank not to trust cops. Timeless.

U.S

In some weird underground earthquake hazard, Rebecca proves that she is smarter than Seto Kaiba. She’s maybe even the smartest person on this show. Nice that we gave her nothing to do this season but pine over Yugi who is already taken by Tea who he is also not even dating.

Not that I love Rebecca or anything, I actually have a hard time with her voice, but like...they really dropped the ball on Rebecca.

If she does end up joining Kaiba corp as their back up Felicity Smoak while Seto just runs around aimlessly punching stuff that really is just offbrand Arrow but with cards. And with slightly less resurrections.

So, lets get a gander at that computer.

We didn’t get to see Kaiba pull out 12 other discs to complete the installation process for these all these Hard Discs. Maybe the lure of throwing a very aerodynamic CD across the room like a paper card was so strong that his dev team forced him to switch to these defunct squares?

PS, I am a true millennial, OK? But, I don’t remember Hard Discs.

Hard Discs were SO long go. I stopped using these damn things in Elementary school. The last Hard Disc I ever touched was in college, when I had to put my art portfolio on a disc to submit it to my degree. I don't know even why. Everyone had a mac, so I knew no one’s computer in the department even...HAD a disc drive so it was like...whomst among you has this damn computer from 1997? Whomst among you is still using Windows 95? WHY would I put IMAGES on a floppy when I can just email them to you?

Anyway, I had to get a USB hard disc reader, and to get that reader, I had to call my Dad who had legacy software because he’s a computer engineer, and he had to mail it to me.

In that same portfolio review, PS, I also had to submit my portfolio as slides.

I didn’t even know where to produce slides so I had to ask all these old people and go to the last photo processing store on earth to get digital pictures turned into negatives and then turned into freakin slides.

SLIDES.

I honestly think they just did that to weed people out of the art degree.

Anyway, I tell you this story just to say that there is no way in hell that Kaiba was using a hard disc during the height of the CD era. We were CD or go home since 2000. We had pretty decent jump drives at this point. We had wifi. It was realllly bad wifi, but we had it. Your phone could connect to the internet. It would charge you 50 bucks, but it COULD connect.

Who on the Yugioh team DID this?

Anyway lets see these pictures that for which, we spent thousands of dollars in unused plane tickets, destroyed a Caltrain, killed 2 ancient Atlanteans (and their dog), killed 3 random mid-villains, walked across the entire Peninsula, crashed an international plane, and left both the plane and the train to rot gas fuel into the nearest lake which is right next to a ghost graveyard?

Yeaaaaaaaaaah!

Like he reads it and is all “They’re gonna resurrect Atlantis” and it’s like WE KNOW. Dartz and his hooligans have talked about starting their Utopia to reboot the world since Gurimo. Since Day 1.

Man.

Anyways, there was one plus to the pictures, and it was that Seto Kaiba recognized the Oricalchos logo.

just...

The Oricalchos logo is...

...This logo, Seto?

You...didn’t recognize...seriously? Not until just now? You have been inside of this logo, rearing to lose your soul to Alister 2 times, and he only recognized it...just now.

I mean Seto takes a while y’all. He’s a genius, but his memory is so, so bad, that he will Eventually get smart, but you have to wait until like episode 24. But he’ll get there. Just gotta be patient.

And, when he saw it, he wigged out in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

Y’all I feel like I’ve seen to many weird zooms on Kaiba’s crotch in this show. Or just in life in general, especially after that surprise fic. That’s all.

I don’t know why everything exploded, but maybe the logo is cursed in the same way as God Cards? I dunno.

Anyway, this is when Dartz shows up with his brand new dog.

So they run outside onto the roof.

Now listen, does every Kaiba Corp building need the same weird ass roof? Is it like a McDonalds?

Because I’m just picturing this type of roof in SF and I’m having a time.

Forgive me if I made this lemming joke already. He’s just stood on a cliff’s edge so many times I can’t keep up.

RIP Dragon Jet, who took us from S3-S4, you’ll always live on in our memory, you glorious, wasteful, beautiful death trap.

Seto and Yugi are fine by the way, they just kinda jumped out, as you do when you’re an immortal god possessing a small boy and a...whatever the hell Seto is.

It’s at this point we reintroduce Valon because Joey went rogue and has decided to take on Dartz by himself. This is what happens when Tristan leaves the party. You always need Tristan to hold back Joey by his armpits to keep him from fighting random people.

So I guess Valon’s gonna die next episode. That’ll be nice.

What’s great about this show is each arc is just watching each villain die. You know they’ll die. But...how much?

Anyway, that’s all for today. I’m still drawing a hell ton of stuff so I don’t know when the next update will be...but just now I haven’t dropped off or something. I’ll...eventually get to it.

And if you just got here, this is a link to read all of these in chrono order.

Anyway, I mentioned Hercule Poirot, (because watching a hell ton of BBC was how I spent time with my family when I was a kid, and my very Southern Grandma freakin LOVED Hercule Poirot) So here is the best subplot of that show, which is David Suchet eating stuff.

And which doesn’t want to embed for some reason. Probs can’t embed more than one video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17antzzJrzQ

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 26

Family

SF!Sans/Reader

Family is everything to Sans. Everything. His brother is the most important thing in the world to him, and you know that. Though, since you had moved in with Sans…you’d been included in his definition of family as well. You were just as important to him as his brother, but in very different ways. As much as he didn’t like to admit it verbally, Papyrus was his anchor. Papyrus was the reason why Sans didn’t fall apart from just taking on too much and overloading his brain with stress.

Speaking of his relationship with Papryus, he was used to being such a mother hen that in the beginning of living together and marriage, he attempted to act like he did with Papyrus…which had pissed you off. You weren’t going to lie. Though, Sans was also very quick with reading people that he figured it out and started to alter his ways way before you got to the point where it became a problem in the relationship. Just a small bump that ironed out, and the two of you still discussed it because you wanted to be open about issues in your relationship.

Over the years, that stress had decreased as Sans slowly learned that it was okay to take breaks and to not have as much on his plate. Sure, what he had on his place every day of his life was triple what you would consider normal or healthy, but it was also three times less than what he used to have.

You glanced over at your husband as the two of you cooked side by side, a more recent development as Sans was slowly learning to loosen his reins on everything.

“Hey…Sans?” you said slowly, looking up from the meat  that you were browning.

“YES, DEAR?”

“Uh…so…” you started, feeling your face heat up slightly in embarrassment, “what do you think…about…children?”

A pause, “THEY’RE SMALL AND ACT LIKE PAPYRUS WHEN HE’S DRUNK.”

Your eyes crinkled with your laughter, and he joined in quickly glad that he had made you laugh. You smiled brightly and replied, “Pft…I guess they do!”

As the humor faded away, Sans passed you the vegetables he cut up to add to the browned meat. “WHY DO YOU ASK?”

You took a moment to stir the ingredients together before answering, “I…uhm…want, I mean, I’d like to…discuss, having them? Perhaps. I mean, we don’t have to, it’s not like a make or break situation or anything like that, I just…honestly, I’ve never really thought about having kids, but lately? I just…if you’d want to I think…maybe…I’d think about it more seriously?”

There wasn’t an immediate response, and when you looked over at him, he was staring at you with a rather intense look on his face. You knew better than to just come outright and tell him you wanted to have a child, because well you wanted to but you were also okay not having one, but if Sans heard you say that you wanted one? He’d freak out. Not because he was against it…but because that was unexpected.

Sans didn’t deal with unexpected things.

His entire life was centered around knowing things, and being able to read people. If you randomly brought up the becoming parents without suggesting talking about it first? That would throw him off guard so fast and he would either clam up with a hard ‘no’ or he would get incredibly nervous about the entire scenario.

“YOU WANT CHILDREN?” Sans asked finally, face rather unreadable.

“I want…to talk about that option,” you said carefully, “If you’d like to.”

“I DON’T KNOW IF I WOULD MAKE A GOOD FATHER,” Sans said immediately, turning back to pay attention to prepping the pasta to be stuffed.

“You raised Papyrus,” you reminded him gently, “He turned out okay.”

“THE UNDERGROUND WAS MUCH DIFFERENT…I WAS MUCH DIFFERENT BACK THEN. THERE ARE THINGS I DID THAT I’M NOT PROUD OF, I WILL REMIND YOU, AND PAPYRUS’ VIEW ON ME IS SKEWED BECAUSE HE IDOLIZED THE THINGS I WASN’T PROUD OF…” Sans said, voice firm but you could see the fragility behind the tightening of his smile, and the tenseness of his shoulders. Your heart hurt a bit hearing those words, for him.

You didn’t say the first words that sprung to your mind which were ‘you did what you had to survive and keep your baby brother alive’ because he hated hearing that. As if it justified what he did because he was just doing what everyone else was doing. In his mind, you knew, that nothing justified some of the darker things he did even if other people thought so.

Instead, you reached over and slid your arm around his broad shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of his skull.

“You want to know how I see you?” you asked gently, nuzzling the side of his face.

His tension eased ever so slightly, “A HANDSOME SKELETON WHO MAKES AMAZING BREAKFAST FOR HIS WIFE IN BED?”

You laughed, “Yes, that, but I also see a skeleton who is great with patterns and numbers, who loves to learn new musical instruments, a great cook, and someone who his brother goes to whenever he needs advice about which laundry soap to use and to get help with his taxes. I see a skeleton who puts his all into his work but doesn’t do it at the sacrifice of missing time with his wife or spending time with his brother. A skeleton who wants everything to be perfect and not because that’s what’s expected of him by anyone else, but that’s what he expects of himself.”

He relaxed ever so slightly against you, “I KEEP TELLING PAPYRUS THE TYPE OF SOAP TO BUY BUT HE FORGETS EVERY TIME.”

“That’s because he just likes to hear you rant about the difference between soaps because he thinks it’s funny,” you remind him with a laugh as you pulled away to take the meat mixture off the stove. “If you don’t want kids, Sans, we don’t have to have them. Like I said it’s not a make or break to our relationship, we can adopt a couple cats instead…but for what it’s worth? I think you’d make a great father because you put your all into everything you do.”

Sans didn’t respond to that at first. The two of you continued to talk about Papyrus, which shifted to talking about Papyrus’ relationship, and then inviting them both over for dinner soon. From there it just took off as it normally did. Evolving from Papyrus to talking about whether or not you should fry up pumpkin seeds when the two of you carved pumpkins for Halloween.

It actually wasn’t until the two of you were getting ready for bed, that he brought it up again.

“I THINK…PERHAPS WE CAN SPEND SOME TIME DISCUSSING IT AND SEE HOW WE FEEL?” Sans said stepping up behind you in your shared closet. You slipped on your night shirt and glanced over your shoulder.

“Discussing what?” you asked dumbly, before picking out some sleep pants.

“CHILDREN.”

“Oh,” you said, eloquently, before turning around to face him, “Of course, yeah...I just wanted to put that idea out there. There’s no rush.”

He paused for a second before reaching forward and plucking the sleep pants from your hand. “OF COURSE…WHILE THE ACTUAL IDEA OF BECOMING PARENTS NEEDS SOME SERIOUS THINKING…I BELIEVE THAT WE CAN STILL ENGAGE IN THE…AHEM, FUN PART OF BECOMING PARENTS. AS THERE IS NO WORRY ABOUT ACCIDENTS.”

He wiggled his brow bones at you, making you laugh and say, “Oh my god, Sans!”

Sans leaned forwards, “That Won’t Be The Last Time You Say That Tonight, My Dear.”

[maiuoart]

Are Mutt and Blackberry Pansexual/romantic?

I’m going to be super honest with you Nonner; I honestly never gave two thoughts about their sexuality. Truth be told, I don’t care for them? Like; If you’re good to me, right back at you! That’s how I mainly see the boys in all honesty. Maybe even more straight? But, hey. As long as it’s love, who cares. But if we had to give them terms for what they are?

My versions? I guess you could call them that. Both of them, pretty much. Though, what I’m going to say after the cut off might be what my pure and main ideas for them had become after looking over sexualities… 

Mutt would be more around the Pansexual. You wanna get down and dirty with him for a night? He’s all for it. The kinkier, the better. He can be with anyone and everyone who would allow him to get lost for the night. But that would be the thing;Only For The Night. 

Black would probably be both. Though, it is super hard to gain his attention unlike his brother… If you show interest, he probably will entertain your idea, see what you’re up to… But however, if he feels like you’re not worth it, that you’re up to something, y’know… Or just, not fully right for him? Eeehhh… Bye?

Out of all the Sexualities I saw;

These were what I came up with that actually sound better for the brothers in my own mind.

The closest thing I came to finding out what would actually refer My SF!Papyrus/Mutt is actually Demiromantic.

Forgive me if I’m wrong, but it sounds exactly what he is. Sex is sex, there’s nothing but Lust for him; He will devour you and make sure you both are pleased over your limitations.

If you’re a good night time buddy; He’ll call ya up sometimes when he doesn’t have a good bedmate to ease his hunger. If you aren’t, he probably won’t stay around you much longer. Though if you’re a good and funny talker? Maybe a good cook? He wouldn’t mind staying around, as long as you don’t try for more bedtime routines…Eh, who’s he kiddin’? He’ll still probably do it just to do it cause boredom.

For an actual dating term for him, though? You have to catch his mindset, spark emotions that he normally would never feel with others; You have to be caring, give him touches that don’t have fire of wanting to make lustful love under it; He will absolutely go nuts for just those gentle caresses that won’t lead to anything. He’s all for that tender care; He yearns for it. He just-… Might be confused on how to get it. Can’t tell you how to attain that nice mindset… But that sweet boy who wants all the love and forever comfort and would go insane for you in actual LOVE is there. Way, way, WAY deep down inside of the dude… Just-…. Don’t stop digging? 

Though… You have to be careful. If you end up wanting him in that sexual means; You have to be prepared for his overprotective, almost possessive behavior. He might be as bad as his brother in the sense, but-…

He-… Might… Want to always be right up your side and snuggle you. He has a gentle Soul despite being able to do what he does… Just-… Make sure you want someone clingy, will surprise you as much as he can, and will absolutely follow your every rule, order, and command. 

He’s a Hound for a reason…. And will always want to stick to you, bond you, bite and mark you randomly, and just-…

God, I know I sure wouldn’t mind. ♥

Now, for my SF!Sans/Black is a dead on Demisexual. 

Black is quite opposite of his brother in more than their magic; He wants to enjoy someone more than with how his brother shows affection. Hugging and cuddling? Eh, that’s not his forte unless he actually cares for someone. He craves that intelligence, that similar wits he has, the joking air he can give, and someone who can dish back out if he’s being stubborn.

Though, if you can’t dish it back out but everything else is up for the taking? He-… Wouldn’t mind… Someone soft to ease him down… And maybe give him a reason to protect someone other than his brother.

Honestly? He really doesn’t feel anything to anyone like ‘Love at first sight’, he couldn’t give a rats ass how you look, who you are on the outside, or whatever. Like him; He prefers to get to know someone on the inside. If you look past his harsh personality, his sly words and sharp tongue; You will find someone almost as desperate as his brother for the affection and attention. He just-… Really and seriously does not want to get hurt.

It must be a one in a lifetime ordeal. He believes to save his Soul for marriage, to only bond to one and ONLY one who can handle him. And he will treat you forever like the precious diamond that you are… Because, though he is possessive, obsessive, and maybe a slight hint of yandere… Know that he will love you and ONLY you; Will listen to you, will forever be on your side or tell you in private about if something doesn’t sound right… He wants a Life Partner. Not a ‘Fuck once and done’ ordeal.

He has high standards, after all.

[belasims]

Sim Download - Ariana Prieto & her kitten Jorge😁

Hey all! I’m putting my first TS4 sim (and her adorable kitten) up for download! I hope you like them! ❤

CC you will need for Ariana:

Default Skin (optional) | Skin Tone ND | Skin blend ND | Skin Details | Eyes ND | Hair | Eyebrows | Eyelashes | No EA eyelash mod | Nose mask | Hair edges V5 | Eye bags | Moles | Lipstick (TealeafLoveLost version) | Eye shadow | Eyeliner | Blush | Face shine | Outfit | Shoes | Nails (solid version)

DOWNLOAD: Ariana Prieto (sfs)

CC you will need for Jorge:

Eyes (default replacement) | Eye spec remover for pets mod

DOWNLOAD: Jorge (sfs)

Additional info:

Ariana’s bio and random facts are below the cut.

TOU: Do whatever you want with them, just please don’t re-upload or claim them as your own. I’d love to see them in your game, so feel free to tag me if you use them.😁

Happy Simming!❤

Ariana Prieto

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Ambitious, Cheerful, Music Lover

Bio:

Ariana is a city girl, born and raised in San Myshuno. She knows her way around like the back of her hand. As a kid, she spent a lot of time after school putting out food for the local strays, and her love of animals propelled her into veterinary school which currently takes up a decent amount of her energy. When she’s not tending to sick animals, she’s spending time with her close-knit family and small group of friends. She’s one of 4 kids and has a twin brother with whom she’s very close. If you were to ask any of them, “What’s 1 outstanding quality that best describes Ariana?”, it would most certainly be her ability to light up a room - her laugh is contagious and she has a special way of helping even the gloomiest of sims find some joy.😊

Random Facts:

Bisexual

Wants a big family

Bilingual (fluent in Spanish, English, & Simlish)

Just adopted a kitten and named him Jorge

Terrible cook, but loves food & eats out way too much. Will give back rubs in exchange for delicious home cooking

Keeps a special place in her heart for those who bake sweet treats for her

Is the one everyone calls when they need a listening ear

Self-taught pianist (she’s quite good 😉)

Is always listening to music and will randomly bust out singing songs from her favorite movies

Doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos

Kinda wants a tattoo but is too indecisive on what to get

Gets the hiccups when she’s really nervous

Sleeps with a dim light on but refuses to admit being afraid of the dark

Wrecks her journal to decompress after a stressful day

Dislikes: dishonesty, narcissism, extreme temperatures, having to get up way too early, poor oral hygiene, and wasting food

[sol1056]

hey im the anon who asked about how you knew the stuff, sorry i wasn't too clear on what. i just read the post explaining EPs and how the behind the scene stuff worked and i wanted to know how you knew all that, like are you involved in the industry? or just a nerd?

gotcha! Well, remember how back in S1/S2, people kept pointing out Hunk could be… awfully nosy? always getting into things, asking questions?

I was over here going, YES HUNK IS MY PEOPLE. 

It’s a hallmark of a certain type of engineer: insatiable curiosity, and never satisfied with only one answer, always sure there’s more to discover. Okay, we’re not all engineers — a lot of us are Russian Lit majors — but the key is our drive to discover. We take apart, put back together, connect dots close and far, turn things around and study them from a new direction. We’re those people who randomly show up in your part of the building, poke our heads in the room and say, “so, what do all y’all do here? what’s this do? hey, what’s that?”

Despite the fact that most of us seem to be (strangely) strong introverts, that doesn’t stop us. We’ve got questions for everyone. We’ll talk to total strangers all day if we’re on the trail of a particularly interesting idea. In a nutshell, we’re utterly shameless.

I did post-production back when NLE was relatively new and the compositing applications required massive nearly-mainframe computing power. I was mostly in the sfx/cg areas, but I weaseled my way into the color suite pretty regularly. I sat in on editing sessions and was a happy lunch-fetching lackey if it got me a chance to watch the compositing team. Any lull meant a chance to chat up directors, cinematographers, producers, etc. I totally took advantage. 

It’s been awhile since I did that – and since then I’ve been a roady, a mental health & substance abuse admin, a doorman, and even owned a bookstore, before going corporate. But for every wacky thing I’ve done, I’ve also kept in touch with people I met. Frex: the friend who got me the post-production job is now an executive producer. Yes, I do call him with questions. He’s used to it. If he doesn’t know an answer, he sends me to someone who does. (Another reason we’ve been friends for so long.) One answer is never sufficient, never a reason to stop there.

Meet one novelist, get introduced to six more, and three of them write for TV. Oh, that’s handy. Should save that contact, could be useful someday. It’s actually rare for someone to say no, come to think of it. idk, as long as I can get access, I can usually get the person to tell me something I can use. 

However, since my actual area of expertise applies across many industries, I’ve worked all kinds of places. A lot of it’s client-facing, and if you think that means I’m not wandering around the client site poking my head into rooms and cheerfully interviewing people on the spot, then you haven’t been paying attention.

Now that I work at a multinational corporation, I have literally thousands of people in my network, including everyone who’s moved on to a new place. You might be surprised how many people are fine with, “hey, I work at X with Y, and Y told me you’d know this.” Of course, everyone has a bias and a view limited to their own experience, so you can’t stop there. You can’t really understand a situation without knowing the agendas of all the players. You gotta ask a bunch of people, make sure you’re getting the most rounded sense of things. 

Not really a hardship for me. It’s kinda the whole point. 

People are people everywhere (outside cultural quirks), and it’s rare I’m ever researching a single person (I’m not an investigative journalist, if you were wondering). Most of the time, I’m looking for the industry-based cultural expectations. As in, “given X and Y, what would someone who does A generally think is a reasonable action, in this situation?”  

The key is to have a believable reason for asking, and being a writer definitely qualifies. “I’m researching for a story, and I have a character who do X. I wanted to know if it’s realistic for them to know Y. Who do you think would be the best person to ask?” I frequently cold-call, and I never ask “is there someone there,” I ask who they think is the best person. A lot of times it ends up being someone that the phone operator knows (personally or by reputation) who’s full of bizarre trivia and enjoys a chance to show it off. (Plus, it’s amazing what you can learn about a person from all the other subtle cues people are unaware they’re telling, when they’re focused on their area of expertise.)

That’s how I ended up interviewing the Director of the DEA about whether a non-US-university degree would satisfy the education requirement. His letter of introduction got me monthly lunches for awhile with the DEA director in my city. (Oh, the stories I heard.) It’s how I learned about sheep subsidies from one of the top execs at the USDA, and that there’s a single surviving Civil War widow still getting a VA pension. Going in person is even more fun. You could wind up talking to one of the very few artists in the world whose speciality is touching up pre-Renaissance books so the repairs aren’t visible. Or the art historian whose job is going through the nation’s attic and identifying century-old fakes. 

I’ve talked to embassy officials from five different countries, NASA biophysicists and astrophysicists, OSHA inspectors, Nobel prize-winning economists, police detectives, celebrity chefs, environmental lawyers, arena-level sound-people, race-car drivers, potters, opera singers, patent examiners, train mechanics, fire marshals, foley artists, and club DJs. I’ve interviewed fashion photographers, farriers, puppeteers, lighting designers, Catholic bishops, bioethicists, rabbis, fighter pilots, public radio personalities, newspaper editors, chemists, club organizers, war correspondents, Episcopalian nuns (yes they exist), textile artists, prison architects, midwives, cabinetmakers, tall ship sailors, haute couture seamstresses, and civil engineers. On and on and on. 

Don’t neglect official avenues, either. The Department of Labor, the International Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners, the Screen Writers’ Guild, the list is nearly endless — any organization, union, or federal/state dept that sets or guides policy. Everyone has a bias, so what people consider normal is sometimes… not. Or they just didn’t know (or saw no need to know, the fools) the reason for A over B. You have to check the rules, because a discrepancy between what you’re told should be done versus what people tell you is actually done… is also useful to know. 

(Labor practices are definitely one of those areas, since federal labor policy is something every company must observe. It’s the law. So when a workplace seems to be violating the law, it raises a lot of interesting questions.) 

And finally, of course, there’s traditional research. Textbooks written by people in an industry can be particularly interesting, especially if it’s a book meant for readers outside that industry (which usually means a lot of firsthand anecdotes to round out the gaps). Popular articles, academic essays, post-mortem white papers, TED talks, interviews. You need to do your basic homework, because there’s no waste of someone’s time quite like asking them a question that’s patently absurd once you get past common assumptions. 

I once explained the plot of a popular SF show to a NASA astrophysicist, and his response was simply, “Every word you used was English, but those words in that order make absolutely no sense at all.” Kind of a dead-end, there. You can’t come at a top-level expert with intro-level questions. 

Since I don’t always know who I’ll stumble over next, being an information sponge means I at least have a whole encyclopedia of analogies. If I can find  common ground (cars and houses are two of the best), I can at least get a basic idea of the person’s meaning. “Oh, so it’s like when you turn the key in the ignition, and the lights don’t come on because the battery is dead?” 

It’s asking the right questions, using an open and friendly approach, and having the right timing. Remember: there is no such thing as unskilled labor; there is only undervalued labor. That is, their time is also valuable, so be brief, open, and sincere. Treat every person as if they’re an authority in something, even if you haven’t figured out what that is. 

The world is a massively complex place, and contains more things than are dreamt of in our philosophies, all of it waiting to be discovered.

Or, the shorter version:

btw: I don’t actually recommend going in person to the Dept of the Interior, though. You’ll get lost. Like, instantly. That place is MASSIVE.

[living-dead-parker]

Fisherman's Wharf - H.H

Summary: Part 2 to The MoMA. Harry meets up with the pretty girl from the museum.

Warnings: some cuss words, probably accidental pov inconsistencies, fLUFF

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: It's 1 am and I'm tired and have to babysit 6 kids in the morning but I really wanted to write and post this, so I'm sorry for all mistakes. I'm an impatient ass bitch. Anyways, this is lowkey inspired by my time at Fisherman's Wharf, I just wish I had a boyfriend named Harry Holland to explore FW with but oh well. Also the Franciscan Crab restaurant is such a great place if you're in SF, I 100% recommend it. It's pricy if you're on a budget but worth it.

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"Let's get going, Harry man." Tom says excitedly.

Tom had never seen his brother as excited to meet and talk to a girl as he is now. Harry wasn't the type to actively look for a relationship or talk to anyone since he's too focused on his work. Everybody praises him for being so headstrong about it, so determined to focus on himself. Harry wouldn't admit this, but sometimes it does get lonely. He'll see everybody has their person and Harry doesn't.

Yeah, he has Sam. That's his twin. But Sam has his girlfriend. Tom has Haz and Z. His parents have each other and Paddy even has someone. Obviously it's just a childish crush who likes him back but he still has someone. Even if not all those relationships may be romantic, they all have that someone else for them? And Harry? Sure he has friends who care but that someone who cares just as much, maybe more for him than he does himself?

The idea of talking to a girl who seemed just as excited about a lot of similar things seemed so obscure. Obviously there's a lake of people who are just like him. However, the fact that he just happened to meet one of them at a museum who just so happened to be a really cute girl? Obscure yet fortunate.

"Do you think she'll really be there?" Harry asks, throwing on a random black fitted T-shirt. The boy looks down at his attire- black shirt, grey joggers, and Chuck Taylors- feeling satisfied in the casual clothing. It's not a date or anything.

"Why wouldn't she be? Come here," Sam interjects, taking in the sight of his younger Twin. "Why would she tell you she'll be there if she's not gonna be there? It was obviously an invitation." Sam adds as his brother walks up to him. Sam ruffles up the boys curls and hands the boy his glasses.

"Sam," Harry whines through chuckles as the older of the two messes with the boy's curls. "Stop it!" Harry says through a laugh.

"Come on, she'll definitely dig the curls and the glasses." Sam says, grabbing Harry's arm. The boy is quick to leads his younger twin out of the room, Tom and Haz following behind.

"Calm down, Sam. Why are you so excited for me to meet up with her?" Harry asks. Sam doesn't answer, he just keeps rushing towards the hotel elevators.

Deep down, he wants the boys to like her. He wants them to enjoy her presence as well so keeping her around would be so much easier. Admittedly, Harry is a family man, and although his family's opinions don't make the final choice, they play a big role in it.

Upon stepping out of the elevator, Sam is quick to pull Harry once more by the arm. He just wants his brother to be happy, who can blame him? Sam has always been the one to try to get Harry to date or even just mess around. He felt everyone could love in some way but he knows deep down Harry has the biggest heart and he knows Harry wants someone to share it with. So when Sam saw how Harry and y/n hit it off and how they just seemed to click right away, he saw she was the one for his twin.

Tom and Haz try to keep up with the twins. Well, more like Sam who's just dragging Harry towards the car at this point. Within minutes, they're standing in front of the rental car as Tom begins to unlock it. Haz sits in passenger while Sam sits behind Tom and Harry behind Haz.

"Wait, what if she really doesn't show up? Like what if something came up an-"

"Shut it, Harry. She'll be there and you'll be there and it'll be great." Tom snaps in an assuring matter.

The drive continues with all the boys hyping Harry up. Bringing up how he's smart and handsome. Mentioning that he can definitely get you. They tell him how she'll be a fool to let him slip away and how great everything will be. Through all of the hype, Harry lost track of time and before they knew it, they had arrived at Ghirardelli Square.

"Alright Harry, you're on your own from here while we find parking. Good luck mate, text us if anything." Tom says. Harry's eyes widen, his head instinctively shaking in panic. Would they really just ditch him now?

"What? No! N-"

"Come on Harry. Explore the place. It's 3:55. She'll be here in five minutes. Go on." Sam says. Harry just stares at his brother, concern lacing every feature. They're dead serious.

"You assholes, I swear she better like me back or else I'll be so pissed off at you guys." Harry mutters as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the car door. He opens the door and steps out, waving at the boys a final time before descending down North Point towards Larkin street.

Harry didn't really know his way, so he had a Google Map search up, helping him around as he walks randomly. He heads down Larkin street towards Beach street and after that he lost track of the street names. He wound up walk down the same way for a couple blocks until he found an It'Sugar candy store. Deciding Candy's a good choice of gift, he steps in.

Automatically, the first thing he notices is the huge '2 for 20' boxes of candy. Bigger than his his head in size. He walks past the display and towards the other cool candy. He sees all sorts of obscure and absurd candy. Gummy dicks, enormous gummy bears, GayBar chocolates and so much more.

"I don't think Lorraine would appreciate a box of gummy dicks," a familiar voice says. Harry is quick to turn from where he heard the voice. "So let's get it for her!" the voice quips as Harry's eyes land on the familiar frame. A smile spreads across his face as he takes a step towards the girl. He notices her friends go wide eyed in excitement, causing the girl to turn.

"Hey, so glad to see you here." Harry says in a quiet murmur. Too mesmerized with the moment to speak.

"I'm glad to see you here too. I see you decided to come." the familiar girl responds in a similar murmur. Also mesmerized by the moment. He's really here.

"Hey y/n, we'll see you back here when you're done." her friend says softly. Y/n turn to the girl and nods.

"Yeah I'll see you guys." she says to her friend. As the exchange happens, Harry can't help but take in the sight of the girl. She's changed into more comfortable clothing; denim jeans, rose-patched black tank top with a black cardigan, and black hi-top vans. She still looks just as good as she did at the museum.

"Wanna maybe walk around and explore together?" Harry asks. Y/n nods eagerly, immediately going heart-eyes as the boy allows her to lead the way.

++

After half an hour of walking, the two ended up at some ferry ride line. They bought tickets in a daze, not sure why they did. The two were lost in conversation they accidentally walked into a ticket line. Too embarrassed to leave with nothing, they bought tickets and now they're in line.

"I've never been on a boat, if I'm being honest. And I'm so terrified." Y/n admits with a nervous laugh. Harry's eyes widen, the realization of being on a boat truly and finally dawning on him.

"I've never been on one either. Holy shit." Harry says quietly. Y/n notices as his smile falls into a slight frown. His breathing getting harder at the thought.

"Hey, we'll be fine. It'll be bumpy but it'll be fine. We'll get through it together." y/n says. Deep down, she's freaking out too. Again, she's never been on a fucking boat, of course she's nervous and filled with all sorts of anxiety. What if she throws up? In front of Harry. What if it hits something and sinks? What if after what if. On both their ends.

Suddenly the line is being addressed and being let in. The line becoming shorter as they reach the entrance. A photographer stands at the entrance taking everyone's pictures. Y/n takes hers alone and Harry takes his alone as well. They enter the ferry and grab a headset and radio.

"So, lower floor or upper floor?" Y/n asks as she holds on to the rails and tables. The ferry sways as the waves crash into the ferry.

"Inside upper floor?" Harry asks. Y/n nods, leading the way. They cling onto the rails of the stairs, clutching so tight their knuckles turn white as the ferry sways side to side steadily. It's not too hard of a sway but enough for two klutzy people to fall. Fortunately, that's not the case today as they successfully make it up and to a free table.

The ferry ride lasts an hour. They occasionally listen in on the history being told but for the most part, they couldn't be bothered to. Yeah, it was interesting to know the landmarks and their history, but they found each other more interesting. Getting to talk more about each other. However, as they reached closer towards the Golden Gate Bridge, they completely disregarded their radio.

"As we approach and turn under the Golden Gate Bridge, hold on tight as the current is strong and can rock the boat roughly." the woman's voice warns.

Soon, the boat approaches the Golden Gate Bridge, the boat swaying much more than before. It feels like death to the two as y/n slips in her seat and winds up pressed to Harry's side. His reflexes jump into action and hold her closer in place as the boat turns. After a minute, the boat is steady again and the pair find themselves blushing as they pull away.

"Sorry." y/n mumbles quietly as she looks down with a deep blush tinting her cheeks.

"Don't worry about it, darling." Harry says. The two look around and before they know it, the hour ride is over and as they get out of the ferry, they find their legs feel weird as they haven't quite gotten their land legs back.

After they exit, they head towards a board with all sorts of pictures from other passengers. Y/n finds hers, Harry's next to it. They pay for their pictures and put them in a bag before walking off towards their left.

"Would you care for some early dinner with me?" Harry asks y/n. She smiles, giving the boy an eager nod.

"I'm starving." y/n says. She leads the way to a restaurant called Franciscan Crab.

The entrance has a nice checkered staircase, the walls lined with pictures of all sorts of famous people. The restaurant has a fancy yet laid back vibe. As they descend further into the restaurant, they see a stand in the front with a waiter behind it. He greets the two with a friendly smile.

"Table for two, please." Harry says. The man nods and grabs two menus. He leads the way to a small table with small booths. Harry sit s in one side as y/n sits in the other.

"Can I get you started with some bread and water?" he asks. Y/n nods, giving a simple 'yes, please' in response. "I'll be back with that." he says. He walks off and Harry looks back at y/n. She's already looking through the menu, so he follows suit.

"I can guess your favorite color." Harry quips suddenly. Y/n smirks as she leans back, settings the menu down.

"Oh really? What is it?" she asks. Harry takes a look at her outfit for a clue but ultimately decides to wing it.

"F/c" he says as it's the first to come up. It strikes him as her type of color. Her eyes widen excitedly.

"Yeah, actually." she says, shock obviously in her tone.

"If you guess mine, I'll pay for your meal." Harry proposes. Y/n shakes her head.

"If I get it right, nothing happens and I just get the satisfaction of getting it right." she responds quickly. Harry shakes his head.

"If you get it right, consider it a date that I invited you to, so I pay." Harry continues. A blush appears on y/n's face. A date?

"Fine. Hmm..." she says. Her hum elongates for a second longer before she just quiets down. Her index finger taps at her chin. "Green?" she asks.

"Yeah! It is green!" Harry says excitedly. If he's being honest, green isn't his favorite color. He doesn't hate the color, he just doesn't prefer it. But now he does. Green suddenly becoming his favorite color.

"Really?" Y/n asks, excitement in her tone.

"Yeah, green is my favorite color!" Harry says with just the same amount of excitement.

"Sorry about the wait. May I take your orders or do you need more time?" The waiter asks. Y/n nods at Harry to silently ask if he's ready. He nods back and gestures for you to order first.

"I'll take the Fish and Chips." she says. The waiters takes it down along with her drink.

"And I'll take the calamari platter." Harry says adding his drink as well. The banter continued after the waiter left. Harry would occasionally get texts from Tom or Sam, y/n would get occasional texts as well. When suddenly the food is being placed in front of them. Harry eyes y/n's food curiously.

"That's what they consider fish and chips? You should really try some good 'ol England fish and chips." Harry jokes as he eyes the food. Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at his remark. It did look fancier and much more extra than it needed to be.

Before they know it, dinner is over and it's suddenly seven o'clock. Y/n texts her friends to meet up by Ghirardelli Square as the two head that way with Harry. After a 10 minute walk, they catch Tom's rental pull up by the sidewalk they're on.

"Are your friends near?" Harry asks. Y/n looks around and spots the girls pulling up as well. She nods, pointing towards the incoming car.

"Thank you for today, Harry. It was really fun and I'm glad you actually came." y/n says. Harry smiles down at her as he nods.

"No, thank you for inviting me. I had tons of fun today, darling." Harry says. A blush spreads across y/n's face as she shrugs.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. We should definitely keep in touch." y/n says softly.

"After our date, I sure hope we do. Be careful, yeah?" he says. He leans down and plants a kiss on her cheek. He turns around but stops as he hears y/n let out a loud 'wait'.

"I forgot my picture." she says pointing to the bag in Harry's hand. He nods and walks back over to her, opening the bag. He grabs the picture without looking at it, handing it to her.

"Sorry bout that, darling. Hope to hear from you soon." he says. Y/n nods as he turns and heads to Tom's car.

++

"Yeah and we went on a ferry ride-" Harry rambles. Suddenly, his phone goes off with notification sounds. He checks his phone, seeing someone followed him as well as DM'ed him on Instagram. He opens the notifications, seeing it's all from the beautiful girl.

'Looks like I got the wrong one 🤔🤣'

Attached was the picture of Harry from the Ferry ride. Harry jumps up suddenly, catching his brothers and Haz off guard. They were so enthralled with the story. The boys all watch as Harry runs around the room to the bag containing the picture and opens it. He pulls the picture out and chuckles as he looks at it.

"What is it, man?" Haz asks. Harry holds the picture up through giggles.

"I gave her the wrong one. Now she has my picture and I have hers. Too bad she left already." Harry says. His tone becoming sad at the end.

"Now you really have a reason to talk to her more." Sam jokes as he smiles at the love-struck boy.

Maybe seeking a relationship isn't so bad to Harry now. Maybe she could be the one.

[tyranttortoise]

SF!Paps x Reader Fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot For @artsietango SFW SF!Paps x Reader smooch/ confession

Papyrus came in every day, like clockwork, and ordered a shot of whiskey and a bottle of barbecue sauce.  

You’d been working at Muffet’s for several months now, and despite the fact that it was monster-run (and that the job had taken you a considerable amount of courage to accept with your arachnophobia), your presence as a human had helped draw a more diverse crowd.  Muffet mixed the drinks with a deft, practiced speed that only someone with three sets of arms could possess, while you carried a platter of drinks from table to table, and numerous little spiders took pastries and burgers to customers from a network of webs in the top of the tavern.  

And every day since you started, Papyrus would walk in and sit at the same seat in the same booth and order the same thing.  

You slide the barbecue sauce to him as you pass his table and wink.  Papyrus usually chuckles and calls you saucy, but this time, he doesn’t even acknowledge you.  He’s got his hood pulled up, and he’s looking down at the table, his usual laid-back grin pulled into a grim line.  The expression startles you enough that you falter in your steps and cause the tray to unbalance, a few drinks sliding along the edge of your platter.  Hurriedly, you correct yourself before they spill and keep going, but you’re distracted as you distribute your orders.

What was wrong with him?

By the time you make it back around to his table, he’s already got two empty shot glasses in front of him, and three spiders are bringing a third glass down the web.  "Hey, Rus.  You didn’t even say hi to me,“ you state lightly, trying to rib him into a response.

His phalanges close around the shot glass, and he shrugs lightly.  His posture’s slouched, with his elbows on the table.  "hey.  sorry,” he mutters, holding up the whiskey to stare unseeingly at it.  

“You’re really pounding them back,” you observe, trying to tread lightly.  Usually, your friend is full of jokes and flirtatious remarks.  You’ve never seen him in a mood this sullen.

He hums, though the sound is nearly lost in the music playing from the jukebox.  "jus’ needed somethin’ to whiskey me away for a bit,“ he murmurs, before taking the shot.  He chases it with a swig of barbecue sauce, straight from the bottle.  You’ve never understood the appeal, and it doesn’t seem to be a monster thing.  But it’s definitely a Rus thing.

"Wanna talk about it?”

He finally turns his head to look at you, his orange eyelights shifting along your body, up to your face.  When his gaze locks with yours, you see resignation flash through his expression, before it hardens.  "actually, yeah, i–“

"Hey!  You!  Can I get my drinks here or what?”

You turn to face a group of humans sitting at the booth across from Papyrus’s.  They look like a rowdy crew to you, but you know you have to keep your smile on your face when you address them if you want to keep them placated.  "I’ll be with you in just a moment,“ you insist in your Professional Voice, which only makes another one of the men sigh.

"We’ve been waiting forever, but those creepy spiders aren’t coming!”

Ugh.  You turn toward Papyrus, but he’s already shaking his head and taking another gulp of his barbecue sauce.  "work’s callin’ you,“ he states the obvious.

He’s right.  If it wasn’t a Friday night, you’d have a better chance of being able to sit and talk to him.  "I’ll be right back,” you promise with a sigh, before turning and going to collect the human group’s order from the bar.  

When you reach the humans, you place your platter on the edge of their table to balance it.  "Okay, so who ordered what?“

One of the men grins.  "Why don'tcha guess?”

You really don’t have time for this.  "I really don’t know.  Did you have the bourbon and coke?“

The group laughs; apparently, you got it wrong.  

One of the man’s buddies leans in.  "What kind of drink do you like, babe?”  His eyes flick up and down your body.  "Sex on the beach?“

Ugh.  Keep your smile on your face; you’re representing the entire establishment when you serve someone.  Muffet taught you that–and if the customers decided to leave, your pay would end up docked.  The spider monster happened to be fiercely competitive, likely because of the bakery that had opened up across the street.  Apparently, Muffet and Grillby had some sort of bad history Underground. 

You laugh without any feeling behind it and shake your head.  "So you must be the one that ordered the Screwdriver,” you state tightly, moving the drink in front of him.  The others laugh, and you take a moment to cut your gaze toward Papyrus’s booth.  He’s staring at you directly, another empty shot glass in front of him, his expression blank and unreadable.  It’s difficult to even see his eyelights within his sockets at this point.  

This is taking too long.

“And you must have the Magic Night,” you guess randomly, sliding one of the cocktails with magic liquor in front of another human.  It crackles and fizzles, swirling with purples and reds.  

“So what’re you doing after work?  I can show you a real magic night,” the human states with a smirk and a brow wag, while his buddies laugh and shout exaggerated ’Oooohhh!’s

Your smile tightens.  "I doubt that,“ you shoot back before you can stop yourself, which wipes the smirk right off his face and causes the others to shove him with more exaggerated shouts.  They’re obviously already drunk.  

"Ouch.  Well, I could at least buy you one,” the man offers, holding up his magic cocktail for emphasis.  

“I’m sorry, but I–”  you glance back toward Papyrus… only to spot him walking out of the bar.  Your heart sinks, and you start unloading the rest of the drinks randomly onto the table.  "I have to go.“

You rush toward the front doors, calling out to the bouncer (a hamster monster in a leather, studded jacket), "I’m taking my break!”

You burst through the doors and spot Papyrus leaning against the building, a lit dog treat between his teeth.  Purple smoke curls around his face, and your steps begin to slow as you approach.  "Rus, I thought you wanted to talk.“  Your voice is slightly shaky.

"ya seemed busy tonight,” he replies with a shrug, holding the dog treat between his index and middle phalanges.  “’sides, it’s nothin’ really.”

Your chest clenches; you hate seeing him like this, so unlike the grinning pun-master you’ve come to befriend… and have a huge crush on.  Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, gripping the thick fabric of his jacket.  His eyelights shift down to your fingers, staring at them, and you begin to feel self-conscious.  Usually, he’s all about physical contact and casual touches.  

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Rus.”

He flicks ashes on the sidewalk.  Standing outside, this close, you could smell just how heavily the alcohol is clinging to him.  It’s obvious now that he had been drinking before he even came to Muffet’s.  “jus’ somethin’ m’lord said to me today that’s been on my mind.”

You relax slightly.  You’re getting somewhere now.  “What did Sans say?”

Papyrus shrugs the opposite shoulder.  “it’s busy in there.  you should be gettin’ back.”

“No,” you blurt, hard enough that his gaze immediately flies to your face.  You know that your expression has hardened, your grip on his jacket tightening with your resolve.  “They can wait.  I don’t care.”

There’s an instant where his gaze searches yours for something, but you’re not sure what he’s hoping to find.  Then, he rather abruptly snags your waist with his arm and twists around the corner of the building, reversing your positions so that your back’s against the brick and he’s got one arm above your head, supporting his weight as he looms over you.  The alley is dark enough that you can see his orange eyelights clearly glowing in their dark sockets, and you can smell a mixture of alcohol and smoky barbecue permeating from his breath.  

Instantly, your breath catches in your throat.  His arm is still around your waist, trapped between your back and the wall, and now both of your hands are fisted in the front of his jacket.  

“but you care about me?”  

The query catches you by surprise enough that you forgot the last sentence that you had said, instead wondering if he’d somehow picked up on your crush.  Your face flushes hot, but you hold his gaze, taking in the sight of his sardonic smirk.  It wasn’t his usual flirtatious one–no, this one looked off, almost cruel.  Was he mocking your feelings?

Or mocking the possibility?

“Of course I do, Rus,” you evenly reply, lifting your chin ever-so-slightly.  A challenge.  “If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering me, too.”

That seems to catch him off-guard; the smirk fades around the edges, the sides of his teeth twitching.  “heh, you sure ya wanna know?”

“Papyrus.”  Your hand moves up to cup his cheekbone as you say his full name, and his eyelights seem to glow even brighter.  His face tilts into your palm.  “Just talk to me.  Please.”

“ok.”  He sucks in a breath.  His fingers have wiggled beneath the hem of your shirt to trace idle patterns across your skin.  It’s not the first time he’s done this during your flirtatious moments, but it feels so much more intimate in this moment.  “humans and monsters really don’t mix in the long run, ya’know?”  You blink, sucking in a breath to refute him, but Papyrus shakes your hand off his cheek and continues.  “’specially skeleton monsters.  we’re a buncha bones, like a zombie or some kinda halloween decoration.  so why would a human want to be with a spooky skeleton when they could have their pick of any normal human out there?”  He shrugs, his fingers pressing into your skin, feeling the spinous processes of your spine.  “it jus’ sucks.”

His gaze focuses on yours, and he leans in closer, his face only a few inches from yours.  

“‘specially since there’s a human i’m really attached to.  i could probably get ‘em to jump my bones if i tried hard enough, sure, but… they’re not that kinda person.  they deserve better than that.”

His smirk has completely faded, and you feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach.  You’re looking at him with wide eyes, slowly processing the implications.  Your hand’s even still hovering near his face.  He starts to shake his head slightly and pull back, but you grip onto the front of his jacket again and stop him from moving away.  

“Wait.”

He freezes, his hand at your back stilling.  You’ve never been the one to make the first move, but dammit, you can’t let this opportunity go to waste.  You tug sharply on the front of his jacket and lean away from the wall at the same time, pressing your lips to his teeth.  He’s completely caught off-guard and stumbles back a step (okay, maybe you put a little too much momentum into the kiss when you pushed away from the wall–whoops), but his arm immediately tightens around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.  You try to put all of your reassurances, all of your feelings for him, into that kiss.  

And then you pull away, your face burning and your lips numb from the tingle of his teeth.  He smirks suddenly, and it’s finally a smirk you recognize on his features–teasing and confident.  “hey, ya’know what they say ‘bout assumin’, dont’cha?”

Oh shit.

Your heart drops.  You begin to backpedal.  “Shit, shit, sorry, I–”

Papyrus starts to chuckle, backing you against the wall again.  His forehead touches yours.  “darlin’, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, ya know that?  ‘course i was talkin’ about you.”

You groan.  Your heart’s hammering in your chest.  “Ha, ha.  Why don’t you stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“ah, so you’re jus’ tryin’ to get tips from your best customer.  i see what that kiss was about now.”

Your arm winds around his neck, and you kiss him straight on the smirk.  He holds onto you tighter, forcing your back to arch away from the wall, pulling your body flush with his.  The sweater he always wears is too thick for you to feel his bones, but your fingers play with the ridges of his neck, and you feel his teeth part your lips.  Something slips into your mouth, warm and crackling with electric magic, and you realize it’s his tongue.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you never knew it would feel that amazing.  Your body feels hot and tingly, and your heart is pounding so forcefully against your sternum that you’re certain he can feel it, too.  

You’re drunk off his kiss–or maybe just the lingering taste of whiskey in his mouth.  You suddenly remember just how drunk he is and pull back.  His mouth immediately moves to your neck, his orange tongue sliding down your skin, sending delightful tingles straight to your chest.  Your fingernails involuntarily scrape his vertebrae, and he groans.  

“Rus.  Rus, wait.  Were you drinking because Sans said something about me not wanting a monster?”

He pauses, his tongue receding so that only his teeth rested against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.  “eh–somethin’ like that.”  He shrugged, but didn’t move away from you.  “not like it isn’t the truth, i jus’…”  He trails off, obviously trying to censor himself despite his filter being partially down from the booze.  

“It’s not true.  What, you think I just want a quickie in the alley?”

“heh, ya mean this isn’t you just throwin’ me a bone?”  He lifts his head enough to smirk again.  

“Nope.  I like you, Rus.  I’d like to give the whole dating thing a try, if that’s something you’d want.”  

Good lord, you’ve never been this direct before–but after his admissions, you feel like it’s necessary to spell it out.  

“ok.  i’ll be your bonefriend,” he agrees, his smirk turning shit-eating.  You shake your head, laughing.  It always comes so easy when you’re around him.  

“Great.  Now that this is settled, wanna come back inside?  My break’s been over for a while now.”

“sure, i could go for another drink or two.”  He finally steps away, letting you step out of the alley on wobbly legs.  Just like that, everything between you both had changed.  It felt different, putting a label on the mutual feelings you shared, as if everyone could see the charge between both of you now.  

Your face is still blood-red when you re-enter Muffet’s, and you feel the eyes of the booth-ful of humans land on you again.  Papyrus instantly slips his arm around your shoulders, narrowing his gaze on them.  You remember the way he had looked through you while they flirted with you, the way he had obviously been thinking about what his brother said earlier, that you would end up with another human.  

And you turn and rock up on the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheekbone.  It actually lights up a soft orange, his eyesockets widening at the brazen display of affection.  

“I’m all yours,” you reassure him, before you step out of his possessive hold so that you can continue your shift.  

He chuckles, his usual lazy smirk more tender than usual.  

“darlin’, that’s my line.” 

(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist  )

[undertaleimaginestime]

UF!Grillby with a crush who randomly blurts out number sixteen, please?? (If not UF!Grillbz SF!Paps??)

 I shall continue to do more tomorrow my lovelies!

16. “I ship us.”

Chillby was a fearsome monster, his haughty smirks and temperamentalattitude making it difficult for others to get close to him but somehow you hadwon his attention. It was such a sight to see the normally, mean elementalbeing so kind and generous to someone.

You had moved to Snowdin sometime ago and had quickly becamea regular at Chillby’s for some dinner and drinks. So, to you, it was normalthat you had gotten fairly close to the man who owned the business, whatsurprised you was what other people would say.

“Chillby rarely let’s anyone get so chatty with him, youmust be something special.” Or “Hey…so you and Chillby hooked up yet or what?” Commentsor inquires such as these often left you blushing, you had a huge crush on theguy and you’d been keeping it pretty on the downlow, except for certain timesuch as when random comments would come out around him and you wish the floorwould swallow you whole.

This was one of those moments, you were at the bar nursing abeer and talking to him. You’d become tipsy and where starting to loosen up, that’swhen you blurted out. “I ship us.”  Interrupting him from recounting a tale aboutkicking someone out of the bar earlier.

Chillby looked at you, confusion written on his face as youstared like a deer caught in headlights.

“I er…I ship us, ya know…I th-think it’d be cool if we datedor whatever.” Now you were rambling as you confessed, your face steadily goingredder. You were only cut off by the warm feeling of lips upon yours.

“Heh, I guess I ship us as well.”

[bobateafanclub]

Blog #1: Nicholas Than

Hey! My name is Nicholas Than, but you can just call me Nick! I’m a fourth year business marketing major. I’m half Filipino & half Vietnamese.  I just recently transferred to SFSU this semester. Previously, I attended Notre Dame de Namur in Belmont, CA and more recently attended City College of San Francisco. I was born and raised in San Francisco. I’ve lived in SF my whole life and I love the city! Some of my favorite things about the city is the food, the laid back culture, the convenience of getting place to place, and most of our sports teams are good.

Some of things that I am interested in or enjoy is photography, cars, basketball, music, and streetwear. 

I’ve been taking pictures since junior year of high school, but never took it seriously. I took a photography class while attending CCSF and that really got me interested in taking pictures more often. This class taught me the principles of photography and how to edit with lightroom and photoshop. Currently, I take pictures for fun with my friends, nothing serious. 

My interest for cars kinda started when I was in 8th grade watching Fast & Furious. My Dad also works on his car and that got me interested as well. Currently I drive a BMW 330i and her name is Tanya! I’ve had this car for about a year and a half. My Dad and I have done most of the work on my car. I feel like working on my car with my dad is how I bond with him the most. I watch a lot of car YouTubers and enjoy seeing different cars and different builds. 

I also enjoy playing and watching sports. In high school I played football, basketball, volleyball, and track. But since high school, I really only play basketball. My favorite team is the warriors, but I’m not a bandwagon LOL. I’ve been watching and going to games since I was a kid. I was fan even when we sucked. I was a fan when Monta was still ball hogging and Matt Barnes didn’t have as many tattoos lol. 

One of the things that I enjoy the most is music. I enjoy finding new music, listening to it, or even going to concerts or festivals. I like to think I am really open minded to music. I will literally listen to any genre. But, most of the music I listen to is rap and EDM. I’ve listened to rap music my whole life. Since I have two older brothers (One 25 and the other 29), they influenced my music choice heavily. My brothers mostly listened to rap when I was younger, so that’s what I would usually hear. My all time favorite rapper/producer is Kanye. More recently, I have been listening to a lot more EDM. I’ve been listening to EDM since 8th grade. I first started with the most popular producers at the time which were Skrillex, Avicii, and Deadmau5. But since high school, I’ve been listening to it a lot more. For the past couple of years I have been going to a lot of festivals and it has really made me become interested in EDM. At one point my friends and I all bought mixers and tried to DJ and make our own mixes and upload them to soundcloud lol. Currently my favorite artists are Illenium, Porter, K?D, and Kayzo. 

Lastly, I am really into streetwear and buying clothes LOL. I like to think of my style as Cozy and Hyped. I usually try to dress comfortable and laid back, but with “hyped” brands. I started collecting shoes when I was in 6th grade. I used to always want the new Jordans coming out, mostly because my brothers had them. In high school I would also resell shoes because I worked at a foot locker. I would get the latest Jordan on discount, then resell it for double the price LOL. Nowadays, I don’t really care for a lot of the shoe trends. I usually buy what I like and I know I’ll wear a lot. Usually you’ll just see me in sweats and a sweater because I’m usually just too lazy to think about my outfits or have any sort of inspiration LOL. But I do enjoy watching streetwear YouTubers and keeping updated on trends and culture. 

I am an introvert for the most part, but sometimes I try to force myself out of my comfort zone and try socialize with people. I am definitely a shy person when I’m around people I don’t know, but when I’m with my friends I can be super outgoing. Naturally, I try to make people laugh as much as I can. I don’t usually plan things out very well and I do things randomly. I also am very determined when I am set up with a task. For example, the other day I went to 2 different Walmart’s and 4 Targets in the span of 2 hours just to look for Reese’s Puffs with Travis Scott on the front of the cereal box (It was limited edition lol). College and work has taught me good socializing skills and not to be afraid to talk to new people. I currently work at Lululemon in downtown SF and have been with them for almost a year. I’m not too sure what career I want to do, but I would love to work in social media for a sports company or clothing brand. I am super interested in how social media can influence consumers, especially with all the technology we have today. I think some things that I can improve on are procrastinating, going out of my comfort zone, beating bad habits, and setting & completing goals. 

I look forward to this class and I’m enjoying the community already!

IG: @nickthvn

[skelliesandfriends]

after either subtly/not so subtly flirting with their crush for various amounts of time- the us and sf skelebois finally ask out their extremely oblivious crush!! only to find out that (after their crush admits/confesses to liking them back and apologizes for not getting the hint) their crush hasnt been asked out on a date before- or ever, really. how do they react? and i hope this made sense lma o-

“Their crush hasn’t been asked out on a date before - or ever, really” do you mean me?

Seriously though, I’ve never been on a date xD Perhaps I am uniquely qualified for this…

    ~ UnderswapSans (Blue/Blueberry)

Blue is already pretty oblivious when it comes to the affections of others. Though that’s mainly because he has a belief that everyone loves him as much as he loves them! You were different, though. He loved you in a different way from his brother and friends. After consulting his dating manual, he got to work!

But nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried, you always just joked around with him or laughed. It was never in a mean way, he could tell, but it was sorta upsetting. After a whole two weeks, he sat you down to share a private lunch of tacos with him.

“I HAVE BEEN VERY PATIENT WITH YOU, BUT I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED TO SIMPLY GO FOR IT. I LIKE YOU.”

“Aw. I like you, too, Sans.”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT,” he managed, face flushing bright blue. “I WANT YOU TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME.”

As you flushed nearly brighter than him and managed a small nod through your embarrassed mumbling, he lit up! He jumped from his spot and gave you the best bear hug you’d ever received, lifting you clear off the ground. Once you both calmed down some, Blue started telling you of all his efforts. He froze when you apologized, explaining why you probably hadn’t noticed.

“NEVER?”

“Never been on a date. Never been asked to go on a date.”

“MWEH HEH HEH! THEN I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, SHALL MAKE UP FOR THAT!”

You’ll be going on dates whenever the two of you are free. He’s calling everything a date, including the times you hang out with him and Stretch.

Papyrus (Stretch)

Stretch is a flirty guy by nature. He was shooting flirty jokes your way long before he realized that he wanted to date you. After he realized the connection, he started laying the jokes on thicker. He made a habit of ‘finding’ something you’d like and giving the multitude of objects to you. Eventually, he seemed to realize that it wasn’t working. You were both relaxing at one of his part-time jobs when he decided to go for broke.

“knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“honeydew.”

“Honeydew who?”

“honeydew ya know how much i like ya?”

When you laughed and responded with the fact that he was your closest friend, he deflated. Plan A; failed. Time for Plan B. He reached inside his hoodie and produced the small bouquet he had picked for you before heading to work.

“ya know, i’d wilt without ya, honey,” he purred, handing you the flowers.

You thanked him for the gift, complimenting him on the pun, but giving no indication to whether you saw it romantically. Sighing softly, he got onto the last plan.

“hey, honey, i think i’ve got a stomach ache. mind checking for me?”

You raised an eyebrow but raised his sweatshirt as he suggested. His face was colored a bright orange as you carefully extricated the hypo-allergenic kitten from his pelvis and cooed at the cute little thing wearing a cute little bow similar to Blue’s.

“i think we’d make the purrfect pair, honey. wanna go on a date?”

Thankfully, you finally got the idea. He breathed a sigh of relief as you finally agreed to go on a date with him. Breathless laughter escaped him as you blushed harder and harder. As he continued to joke about your obliviousness, you stuttered out the excuse that no one had ever asked you out before. He stared blankly before leaning forward and putting his jaw in his hands.

“then i’ll be your first and last, honey.” He wasn’t planning on letting you go.

     ~ SwapfellSans (Black)

Subtlety isn’t in Black’s vocabulary. It’s amazing that you haven’t realized he’s trying to ask you out since literally everyone else knows. Muffet makes fun on him for it whenever he picks Rus up from the bar. Even the guardsmen needle him about it. And gosh darn it, he’s had enough! He’s been ‘hinting’ at it for a whole two days!

“DATE ME.” Yeah, he’s not that subtle. If you ask why he’s joking about something like that, he’ll screech and demand it again. When you finally agree to go out on a date, he’s scolding you.

“NO ONE I CONSIDER WORTHY OF MY AFFECTIONS SHOULD BE SO OBLIVIOUS. WE WILL HAVE TO WORK ON THAT.” As he hears the reason why, he goes silent for a minute. “REPEAT THAT.” You do. “WHY?!”

“Why what?”

“WHY WOULD NO ONE WANT TO DATE YOU? YOU ARE TOO AMAZING??”

As you turn to a blushing mess, he decides its time to show the world how great you really are. someone please make him relax a little

Papyrus (Rus)

Rus doesn’t really believe himself good enough for you. The only reason he ever finds the ability to flirt with you is because he’s afraid that someone else with snatch you up. Whenever he’s not around to protect you, who knows how many suitors are attempting to romance his deity? So, despite his fear of rejection, he manages a few flirts here and there.

After a month of trying to get a read of you, Rus sort of gives up. He figures that you must have a partner of some sort, otherwise you would have returned his affections by now. So, despite his reservations, he decides it’s only right that you know of his love and adoration for you. He sits you down one night and tells you outright that he loves you. While you seemed confused, he continued on to apologize since you likely already had a significant other.

He got confused in return when you asked about his apparent affections. As he explained his flirting, you quietly mentioned that no, you weren’t dating anyone and no, you had no idea that he’d been flirting. You did however, feel the same.

“b-but, how did you not notice…?”

“No one’s ever asked me to go on a date before?” you quietly admitted, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“oh… wait, what?”

Rus would have pampered you regardless, but now he wants to make sure that you know how special you are. Expect small gifts to appear randomly at your doorstep. How does he leave them without you noticing, though?

[stingyfit]

Save money AND stay healthy - 7 cheap ways to get fit this year

It's possible after the excess of Christmas that the bank balance may look a little worrisome. It's also possible that you may be thinking about getting back into shape. So why not address both with our guide to getting fit this year for free:

1. Workout at home using YouTube

So long as you are comfortable jumping around like a lunatic in your living room / garage / basement, you should definitely consider using a free workout video on YouTube. This being YouTube, there is a lot of content out there and little editorial guidance. Typing "fitness video" in to the search bar will yield some good results for sure, but you will need to sift through many 2 minute "hot tips for fat loss", meal planners and similar useless clips, when all you want is someone to tell you exactly what to do with your body for 20 minutes.

No, no, no, no, NO! This is where our video reviews section steps in to showcase the best content and none of the dross. A great place to start is Fitness Blender, with hundreds of free workouts to choose from. If you have limited or no equipment, look out for "bodyweight only" workouts. You will get more out of your exercise session with a little equipment however, so check out the garage gym blog post for some ideas (don't go and buy all the stuff, just have a think about what gives you the biggest bang for your buck).

2. Create your own workout routine

If the idea of a workout video feels too restrictive, try creating your own. Or, better still do a randomly generated workout.

Random numbers. Better than the latest Davina Maccall DVD. HIIT cards are a great way to mix up your exercise. The premise is simple: turn over a card, and do the exercise featured. If you really, really want Amazon to take your money, you can pay for similar cards such as these. For those wishing to dip their toes, I've created a free set of cards on the website if you subscribe the email list. All you need is a printer and a pair of scissors. If subscribing isn’t really your thing, you can always grab the free swag and unsubscribe straight away. Not many websites would suggest this, but hey, this is not a normal website.

Print, cut, sweat. If you are serious about getting back into shape, you could do worse than enlisting a couple of sessions from a local personal trainer. Yes it costs money, but it can pay dividends in the future. Ask them to create a workout specifically for your needs. Write it down and stick it on your wall.

3. Go for a run

Almost anyone can go outdoors for a run. So what stops people? Motivation. For the newbie, the NHS’s Couch to 5k app and podcast series is a good place to start. If you run more regularly, try outrunning zombies with the popular Zombies, Run! app. Since most exercise is 99% motivation, try the best motivation of all and run as part of a group. Parkrun is the obvious front runner here, and welcomes all ability levels. You could even combine Zombies, Run! with Parkrun and pretend your fellow runners are a plague of the undead. After the Christmas period is over this won’t be difficult to imagine with some of the recently inebriated participants.

Shrewsbury Parkrun, 9am Saturday.

4. Use your phone

It turns out there is something slightly stranger than working out in front of a TV screen, and that is working out in front of a smartphone screen. A great place to start is one of the many 7 minute workout apps. Based on an article from a health and fitness journal, you do 12 exercises in a 7 minute period at a high intensity. There are plenty of freemium / premium subscription services such as Zova that will happily take your money every month in exchange for access to workout videos and programs. If you want to take it to the next level and can tolerate a certain level of mortal peril, you could try out a Crossfit-style workout of the day (WOD) app such as WOD Deck Of Cards. See the App Reviews section for more.

5. Outdoor gyms

There was a time when going to the park meant jumpers for goalposts, running away from feral dogs and finding funny water balloons on the floor. Now it means all that and do much more, with many local authorities installing outdoor gym equipment near playgrounds for the grown ups to play on.

Child not included. I've assembled a guide to taking your outdoor gym workout to the next level.

6. Cycle to work / school

The ultimate expression of frugal fitness, cycling to work is not new but many still eschew it for the bus / car / taxi.

If he can do it, so can you. If cycling in the cold winter months is a little off-putting, try wearing a skullcap underneath your helmet. This has revolutionised my winter commute and transformed me into an all-weather cycling badass, albeit of the delicate office worker variety. The one I use is by SealSkinz.

7. Create new habits

The best…actually only…New Year's resolution we have ever kept in our household is to bring our own lunch to work. That was 3 years ago, and somehow it has stuck with us, saving a whopping £2,000 per year (and that is a conservative estimate). It's difficult to pinpoint how this habit persisted where others fell, but perhaps having 2 people commit to the same goal kept us honest. That, and the crippling cost of sushi in London (£7.99 for some raw fish, anyone?).

Stop! My bank balance can't take it any more. Take the stairs. Nothing says dedication more than arriving at an important meeting a panting sweaty mess. Mrs SF has reported much success removing heels and walking up the corporate stairwell in tights. You don't need to hit the gym full pelt from day one. I recently heard a case of someone who started going to the gym for just 5 MINUTES every day, with the sole intention to ingrain the habit rather than get fit from day one and and built it up from there*. *Listen to the Mad Fientist podcast interview with James Clear: https://pca.st/episode/db419c66-2d83-466b-bfdb-22f7d622e910 Read the full article

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hello miss cat! omg yes i'm SO glad they're over they took up so much of my time and were so prolonged for no reason? i never understand how colleges keep 2-3 exams a day, give a long break, then keep 2 exams a day AND STILL have the entire thing go on for two weeks esp when it's online :/ the burn out 😔 aah i had a few research papers for my ergonomics class and econometrics which is always so hard to trudge through esp right after giving papers. but they're my chosen subjects after all

so i can't complain omg what have you been baking? does it turn out well? facetiming friends is always fun 💗 and 10 minute paintings sounds like such a stress buster! how is work? i've been working towards preparing for my drama exam coming up and i'm also teaching speech and drama to kids those younger than me :D and have also been researching for debates that i moderate with my friends from school. and YES i watched their dance practice it was sooo fun to watch i thought the winderella

i thought the entire escape room idea was so cool and the entire episode was just super fun to watch plus taeyong eating chocolate when everyone was solving the mystery!! 10/10!! i even liked the last episode I WAS ROLLING WHEN KAI JUST KEPT PULLING NOTES FROM THE BOX 😂😂 which was your favorite episode miss cat? hsbdkas i haven't watched the enquete episode entirely yet but i should now that sicheng said that LOL and YEAH OMG i thought it was kind of a red flag when he didn't tell her anything

hey that's so exciting! what do you want your space to look like?? being an artist as a profession is actually really cool! but it wasn't the most..what can i say now, stable? when it came to the economic standpoint so my mother didn't go with it :") ooo ok so from what i know when she's working on her cityscapes she's always like "the bigger the better" and she always works with knives on those so there's a lot of place to experiment with that! but otherwise when she has little time on hand she

prefers smaller canvases! omg yes a lot of her art was hung up at home (tbh it was more like storage before it went to exhibitions 😅) but she took them down because when my brother and i were younger we used to run around the house with darts and toy guns with ink rubber bullets which always ended up hitting the paintings rip and now she has her own studio so most of them are kept there! but yes she painted a family portrait so we have that up :") and a few more scenic paintings too!

dskcsjd i don't really think i enjoy interior designing that much mainly because i'm too lazy to start and move things around but yes conceptually it sounds like so much fun and i have sooo much respect for everyone interested in it. omigosh miss cat i could talk a lot about this but mainly since i teach speech and drama along with studying i love to experiment with different ways the characters can be portrayed when the younger students are performing! i love planning out play moves and

various voice modulation techniques! after all, there's no such thing as a bad molly weasley dramatization now is there? i looove performing arts and the feeling  of being on stage is unparalleled for me with acting and dance :") i also used to write and edit but that was in school i don't think i've got it anymore rip. how about you? would you consider yourself creative? you've got a way with words so that's surely down for you 💗 it's so cool that you enjoy museums! do you have any favorites?

oooo yayoi kusama!! wasn't she the artist behind the fireflies room? (or was it something like that i'm sorry i don't remember what it was called jdbnsd) and monet is such a classic! oh wow, do you often incorporate impressionism into your artwork? (if that kind can be applied rip i'm sorry i'm not that knowledgeable about this stuff aah) 3d design!! ooo what materials do you use there? hndjxjdk oil paints take such a long time to dry don't they? awww doinf 10 min paintings sounds so cute!

what are they like, if you don't mind me asking? my weekend was good! i went to the park and fractured myself rip but otherwise i enjoyed by eating and sleeping well! did you have a good weekend? i hope you're having a super week and continue to do so! oh oh also, thank you for taking the time out to respond to me this is really sweet of you <333

also im sorry to randomly pop this in but i saw you got the album signed by our lord and savior our knight in shining armor our light at the end of a dark tunnel the woman herself QUEEN JISOO??!?!11/!?1 AAAAAAAH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU MISS CAT YOU ACTUALLY MANAGED TO SNAG ONE WOW SJSNDJKNSKJ (maybe now you'll have luck with pulling her i hopeee ahaha)

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hello, sweetpea!!! 💕 oh my god, i feel- i had like 3 exams in one day many times before and i just wished they spread the exams out over two weeks instead of cramming all of them into one ): it’s such a terrible class structure /: also hate when teachers still teach new material when it’s supposed to be dead week ugh asdfkaljshdfkl i heard economy and i’m that spongebob aight i’m out meme 😬  econ was my least favorite business subject rip. do you like what you’re learning in ergonomics and econometrics? is it interesting for you? 💓

i’ve been baking bread!! my mom and i like making little french baguettes or the japanese milk bread :’) and they come out really nicely!!! we have fresh bread for the week, and i love making breakfast styled sandwiches with it 💖 work is going well! i managed to finish work early on friday and got off at 7 pm :D so that made me very happy, and i’ve been relaxing over the weekend 💕 omg a drama exam! what do you have to do for it? will you be reciting a monologue or performing or is there an actual written exam too? :o and you’re teaching little kids and moderating debates too omg you’re so busy!! is it difficult managing all of that? 😦  and winderella is soo pretty like wow visuals 🤩💝

omg YES i love love love the escape room episode too!!!! it’s also my favorite! and LOL yeah, i noticed that too and laughed when i saw taeyong more interested in the chocolate than the game aksjhflaksjd also lucas is so smart?? he figured out the clues so quickly in the most simplest ways, and i wished they had acknowledged that ): watching mtopia made me more interested in ten too, like wow, he’s really quick witted too 💕 sicheng is whipped for lucas and lucas only. lucas won the life lottery, he received sicheng’s affection and their feelings are mutual 🤧💗

i would want it to look like how i decorated my dorm!! i pinned up all the art postcards i collected from different art museums around the world in a sort of mosaic collage on my walls and hung up my paintings too :’) and i had my paintbrushes and paints stored in these jars on my desk along with a bunch of my books stacked here and there. it was like a bright organized chaos in my dorm room in a sense? i had large sketchpads and blank canvas shoved behind my desks and bed and paintings drying in various areas, but i knew exactly where everything was placed ✨and i totally get it!! it’s why i didn’t choose to major in art too because i wanted financial stability

ooooh my gosh, your mom does palette knife paintings??? those are so gorgeous!!!! 🤩🤩 i looove seeing those being painted and i wish i was skilled enough to do those :o AND SHE HAS EXHIBITIONS?? SHE’S LITERALLY LIVING THE DREAM 💘💘  aksdjfahjlks i hope none of her paintings got hit 😅aaaah it’s great that she still has some of them up though :’) my mom hung up all my paintings too and it made me so happy when i saw 🤧

akjlshfdlja omg i feel that, like it’s fun to just think about it but actually moving furrniture around is hard work rip. once i move in somewhere, the furniture is gonna stay like that until i move again LOL oooo so do you teach different ways to portray a single character? do you create your own characters or do you use a preexisting one? have you ever created your own original play before? :o omg i have so much respect for actors and performing arts honestly, like memorizing all those lines and then having to add emotion to it plus remembering where you’re supposed to stand and go amongst a million other things?? i would completely fail. the only times i participated in performing arts are for piano recitals :’) 

ooo yes, i would consider myself creative!! i love making things, like whether that be through building robots, drawing, painting, soft sculpting, 3d designing, graphic designing, baking, cooking, writing, etc. it’s just so much fun to be able to create. there’s something magical about being able to bring something from your imagination to life ✨ also, thank you so much 🥺💗  i looove moma!!! both the sf one and the nyc one! i also really love the louvre and museo thyssen-bornemisza 💜 i also really really want to visit the monet museum in france one day because i wasn’t able when i traveled there in the past, and i imagine that one will become my favorite if i do get the chance to 🌷

omg yes, you’re correct, she is indeed the one who made that!!!!! she made all those pretty mirror rooms with lights ✨ i absolutely adore her work 💟   and yes, i do!!! I try to incorporate monet’s style into my own paintings by doing a lot of short strokes and studying how sunlight hits nature. and rather than trying to be perfectly accurate, i go with my intuition. it’s kinda like how cher describes it in clueless, like from far away, it looks ok but up close it’s a mess LOL and omg it’s ok, you don’t need to apologize!!! thank you for taking an interest in my art :’) for 3d design, i used foam, cardboard, newspaper, wax, and metal wires!! and yeah, oil painting takes days, even weeks, to fully dry rip but it’s so much easier to blend and paint with because of the slow dry!

i do small paintings of flowers in ten minutes! i included some of them in my letters here 💛 oh my god, you fractured yourself??? how did that happen 😭 did you go see a doctor and get a cast? does it hurt now? pls be careful ):  i did have a good weekend, thank you! 💞 i slept in and ate lots of good food :’) and thank you so so much, my week went well too 💟💟 and omg of course, you don’t have to thank me, lovebug, i enjoy talking to you!! 💓 💓

AND YES I DID!!!! I’M SO HAPPY 😭💜💜💜 I HAVE IT DISPLAYED IN MY ROOM AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL 🤩  THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💟  omg i actually just bought all her pcs 🤧💗 jisoo is an expensive woman, but i have most of her pcs now :’) and yes, hopefully when the next album comes out in two years hopefully, i’ll be lucky enough to pull her pc 💞💞

how have you been, sweetpea? how’s your weekend going? 💚

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Another’s Life [SF]

Another’s Life

I’d say almost everyone has at least one paranormal experience in their lifetime. Even me. One of those times being in the middle of the night at around three A.M. I woke up needing to use the bathroom.

Everything was the usual normal, until I went to wash my hands. Now it may sound ridiculous, like some children’s game; going to the bathroom during the ‘haunting hour’ to see the thousand times described woman. Dressed in a long white nightgown, her dark long hair covering her face. There was something about her though.. She didn’t seem real, or maybe alive? I only saw the side of her as she walked down the hallway, my view of her through the mirror. I screamed silently, my mouth wide open, while I couldn’t make a sound. I stood completely still as if I were frozen. Eventually though, I built the courage to run to my bed like a seven year old avoiding the monsters underneath. I laid there trying to rationalize what I saw. There's got to be an explanation, right!? My thoughts, as long as they raced in my mind, gradually drifted me to sleep.

Waking up the next morning everything seemed fine. I questioned last night.. if it possibly could’ve been a dream? Hazily I got up and got ready for work. Same mundane routine as always… nothing strange about that. That led me to push the concerns I had out of my mind, chalking it up to being unimportant. Everything is fine. The day went by, then a week, two weeks, then over a month. I almost forgot about the strange woman I saw until I saw her again.

I was in my room just reading a book to pass the time when suddenly the room got noticeably darker. The mood of the room changed too, it felt... gloomy. Looking up, confused, I was put face to face with the same woman I saw walking through the hallway. Instinctively I backed up, but instead of questioning the woman in my room we just stared at each other. This went on for several minutes, longer than my fear lasted. It became awkward actually. I put myself to break the silence when just as I thought of what to say she turned and walked out the door. Getting off the bed to follow her I peered out from my door to see her slowly turn the corner going down the stairs. Quickly I went to the overhang just to see... no one. When I got downstairs, I ended up only searching an utterly empty house.

Things like this continued to happen more and more often. It almost became normal seeing the woman roam through my house. Never saying a word. But she didn’t need to, her silence said a thousand things. Some things still scared me, like the doors all simultaneously slamming closed or the windowsill in the living room always covered with dead flies. They seemed to cluster there, but I never saw them anywhere else. As odd as the things were, I lived with it. I could brush off most of the things that happened as normal enough, or entirely coincidental. Though I knew it wasn’t. nothing unusual that happened was meant to be frightening more, I thought, to show a presence. Of course I wasn’t really okay with this other ‘resident’ just being there. So I decided to try and talk to this woman after seeing her a few more times and convincing myself she meant no harm. Before I would take any action like that I wanted to make sure I wasn't crazy. So I got my boyfriend to stay over and see if he would see anything or notice the things I have. Maybe even see the woman in white. Well, he did. Scared him half to death too. We were in my living room one night all the doors locked and the only ones home. We were both falling asleep watching TV. Everything went to static but it wasn’t the strangest thing I’ve seen happen. My boyfriend sat up straighter as I lightly shook him. He stared forward as a silhouette appeared in the static. It slowly became more clear and eventually it was like a black and white aboriginal painting of the woman I've seen so many times. We both watched the static form and disperse as the movie we were watching suddenly began playing again. I’ve mentioned so much of what goes on in my house, to friends, my sister, and my boyfriend who only now believes me. Now I too was certain I wasn't going mad. I honestly don’t know if that was a relief or an added anxiety. I couldn’t help but think “Why me, why couldn’t I have a normal life like everyone else…” Of course I knew that everyone has their own problems but mine were so far from the ordinary, relatable, stressful, problems that had a solution undeniably, even if not an easy one. But here I was, not knowing what I could or should do. I decided to go on with my original plan. Reach out to the woman in white. Ask her what her story is and why she’s here and not where the dead go… wherever that is. All I could do at that moment was go on with my life until I had such an opportunity. About a week had passed when I was in my room again hoping she’d come in to see me again. Out of desperation I called out to her. “ Hello? I don’t know if you're listening but if you are, well I- I want to talk. I’ve seen you a lot lately and I want to know more about you.” I got a chill down my neck, the room got cooler, and my whole body shivered. It felt like somebody was there… really listening. I continued. “I first saw you through the mirror in the bathroom. Then in my room. I-I’ve seen you wandering around my house… are you lost?” A long silence left my words hanging in the air. I waited for several moments almost giving up hope, when I heard a low hum. It was her trying to let me know she was there. I was sure of it.

Well communicating had proved to be more of a challenge than I thought but I was determined to figure something out. Maybe we could use letters so she could spell things out? Or maybe we could start with yes or no questions? Those options sound a lot like a Ouji board. Seems kinda silly I’m not trying to summon anybody, I just want more information. We could use candles. I called out again breaking the longed silence “ Do you think we could communicate through yes and no questions? By the flicker of a candle flame. One flicker would be yes and nothing would be no.” I went to get a candle and brought it back to my room and lit it setting it down on my bedside table. “Let’s try it. Uh-um did you used to live here?” I asked the air, staring intently at the candle, the wax dripping down the side. Its flame flickered! “Yes! Okay another question, Do you know how you died?” The candle flickered again. Now I was gaining some confidence, I was actually getting somewhere “Were you murdered?” I asked softly. The candles flame was still. No. “An unsettling one? Did you die a horrible death?. The flame flickered twice. Yes and yes. An unsettling horrible death but not a murder. What could have happened?

I wanted to just think for a while about what I found out and continue asking more about her later. But I didn't want her thinking I was interrogating her. I spoke out to her again trying to be reassuring “Hey, so I want to know more about you and learn your story. Can I ask you more questions again soon? I watched the candle. It flickered then went out. I followed the smoke with my eyes, watching it whirl around itself. When all the smoke had disappeared I turned and flopped down on my bed. Laying there I watched the ceiling fan spin endlessly and got lost in my thoughts. What kind of death did she go through? A horrible death… and unsettling. Surely unsettling to think about. I want to know her story, but assuming this is all real and it’s all true is a scary idea. Finding out will be heartbreaking.. Am I even ready for this? I fell asleep that night pondering all the possibilities.

The rest of the week went by in a drag and it was odd not seeing the woman in white even once during that time. As strange as it was I didn’t want to push things with her so I waited the week to call out to her again. It was Sunday when I did, “Are you there?’’ I asked. Yet still, I was answered with only silence... ‘’We talked last week... I was wondering if you’d be willing to talk again.” I continued but was still left alone, just as I had been before. I didn’t want to push so I decided to let it go for the night. I left my room and went to make some food. When I was at the stove and the flames flickered and went out randomly, I got the same feeling I did the first time she approached to make contact with me. I don’t know why but I only stared at the no longer burning fire . When the backburner lit up again and the flame danced.. And I jumped. “He- hey I wanted to talk to you and find out your history, and I-I don’t know help you if I can. The lights above me dimmed and brightened then went off and on again. Everything seemed to blur together in the moment and it all was so surreal. If you ever felt like you were in a movie, this would be it.

I found myself on the floor and it seemed like hours had passed. I sat up and a blinding pain pulsed through my body. I forced myself to get up… but once I did I realized I was home… but home was different. I looked around and took notice of every little difference in the house. I was entranced by the family photo on the wall, when just like in every horror movies beginning the entire family came through the door. It was like they’d come through the painting into reality. All I did was stare at them as they walked past and through me. Now I believe that maybe I was in the past. Somehow I was, and without going back in time. I kept watching the family looking at every person's face with an intent to solve a puzzle. When I looked closer at the mother of this family… It hit me. That was the woman in white. Moments suddenly began flashing by, and I felt I knew them closer than I knew myself. I was jumping from memory to memory living through someone else's life at hyper speed. I’d learned so much more than I ever could’ve from yes or no questions. When I made that realization every memory around me swirled and spiraled until it consumed me. Gasping for air I woke up... really woke up, into my body, and into my reality. For a moment everything that happened felt like a dream. Really all of this since the beginning has felt like an unreal dream. Sometimes life is like that. Despite all the insanity I’ve become a part of I would never go back. I lie on the floor reminiscing about all the things I’ve seen. Then it hit me like a gust of wind, blowing away all else but one thing.. What had happened to Abigail, the woman in white. She told me before of an unbearable death, but the truth was worse than death. It was truly unsettling, and the shivers through my body made my bones tense up in remembrance. I’d jumped through the moments of her life but after some point it had become her family’s life… while she watched. Invisible and in the distance. Her death had led to an eternity of emotional suffering, Unable to let go she had to bear every day of her children's lives going by without her in it. She was left in the house all alone standing by her family as a shadow. The truth truly does hurt, The sudden changes that are represented to us in life don't end with death. I’ve learned this painfully through Abigails quiet and long lived tortures. What hurts even more to me now is that my

hopefulness to help her in the end has now become the strawberry fields to slowly dry up and wither away. I can’t change her past, her fate, or her future. It is her who determines what comes next for her. Can she…. Will she…. Let go?

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Spring Anime the Reactions, T1

Barely right as new stuff is about to start, here's the last, troubled, probably fundamentally ill-informed rundowns of stuff that ran in the spring, starting with the best first because why not:

Golden Kamuy dipped a little towards the end of the run, but with the promise of more in October and the resolutely continued commitment to hardcore brutality, I can tolerate a little lack of focus.  Mostly painting real characters against a backdrop of real history and not blinking at the extreme violence present among desperate people in a desperate situation in a desperate time, Golden Kamuy wasn't quite all that it could have been, and is not going to set a new high mark for shows of the season, but what it was was still good enough to get into this spot without a lot of complaint.  Roll on the fall revival.

Piano no Mori has at least a little more to run out, but it's hard to see it coming in anywhere else but here.  The hitch between the front and back halves of the show felt like something was lost in the time skip that more episodes might have been able to smooth out better, but the critically excellent story and the depth of reality in its characters carry through regardless, and the initial expectation that this would be one of the shows of the season holds up magnificently.

It's an undeniable truth that the relative placement of these two shows in these two spots is going to be governed substantially by how okay you are with seeing people stabbed in the throat by a bayonet.  If you have problems with excessive human butchery, then sure, the greater emotional weight and self-contained story of Piano no Mori is going to carry the day.  Just be aware, though, that you're going to have a hard time convincing people who own multiple Insidious Decrepancy records to come around to that position.

Masterfully pulling off both a bittersweet ending full of emotional and true-life reality and a very sweet happy ending without damaging either plot-wise or emotionally, TadaKoi completed its run as an all-around tour de force with sufficient momentum to pull it to near the top of the class.  If it was less realistic, in the main, in its portrayal of high school life and love than 3DKano, the reality of the slapstick weirdoes filling its cast was greater, their unreal lives rounder.  There are a lot of ways to get to those heights -- and this show tried, and well-developed, quite a bunch of them.

3D Kanojo ran most of the season in absolute top form, presenting a critically real view of high school love and nerd incommunicability touched by few shows in this space.  It did run into the shoals of underfinished art in the late middle of the series, and then dumped out the worst of the shoujo manga cliche bag steaming into the end, but there's enough quality here that it keeps its place.

After a season of more subtle, slightly more fleshed-out, but largely direct read-downs, episode by episode, of the original, the new LoGH came to a randomly-cliffhanging stop just on the eve of a major battle that would have provided a natural endpoint.  Little could be more fitting an homage to the roots of the series, resolutely determined to do its own story its own way rather than any way that makes sense.  (See also many jokes on the Army Way, appropriate for a military SF series.)  The obvious implication is that this is going to come off pause some time, so hey ho, let's keep waiting for another eight irregularly-supplied cours of this.