#but now I am back with a fancy new style :D

[izicodes]

woah! just saw your bio change to software engineer. how did you transition? is it any different than web dev?

i also went on a TikTok rabbit hole and people are saying it’s useless to learn html/css and it’s not an actual language. honestly idk why I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job…

it’s gonna take YEARS for me to have a career, i feel old… especially with no degree

Hiya! 🩶

This is a long reply so I answered your question in sections below! But in the end, I hope this helps you! 🙆🏾‍♀️

🔮 "How did you transition?"

So, yeah my old job title was "Junior Web Developer" at a finance firm, and now my new title is "Frontend Software Engineer"! In terms of transition, I didn't make too much of a change.

After I quit my old job, I focused more on Frontend technologies that were relevant, so I focused on React.js and Node.js. I used YouTube, books, and Codeacademy. My first React project was >> this Froggie project <<~! Working on real-life projects such as the volunteering job I did (only for a month) where they used the technologies I was learning. So basically I did this:

decides to learn react and node 🤷🏾‍♀️

"oh wait let me find some volunteering job for developers where they use the tech I am learning so I can gain some real-life experience 🤔"

experienced developers in the team helped me with other technologies such as UI tools, and some testing experience 🙆🏾‍♀️

I did the volunteering work for both fun and learning with experienced developers and... I was bored and wanted to feel productive again... 😅

So for transitioning, I focused on learning the new technologies I wanted to work in and got some work experience (though it was volunteering) to back up if I can work in an environment with the tech. I still live with my family so I could do the volunteering job and have time to self-study whilst being okay financially (though I was tight with money haha) 😅👍🏾

🔮 "Is it any different than web dev?"

The old job was focused on using C# and SQL (including HTML, CSS, and JavaScript but fairly small) to make the websites, they were fairly basic websites for clients to use just to navigate their information needed. They weren't fancy cool web design because they didn't need to be, which was what made me bored of the job and wanted a change.

I am only a week into the job and have been working on small tickets (features for the site), but I think after a month or two into the job I will make a proper judgment on the difference~! So far, it's kind of the same thing I did in my old job but with new workflow tools, React-based projects, and funny people to work with 😅🙌🏾

🔮 "People are saying it’s useless to learn HTML/CSS and it’s not an actual language."

Yes HTML is a markup language and CSS is a stylesheet but they are the foundation of like 90% of the websites on the internet, I wouldn't ever call them "useless". Frameworks such as React, Django, Flask, etc still require HTML and CSS code to make the website's structure and styling. CSS frameworks like Tailwind and Bootstrap 5 still use CSS as their base/foundation. Not useless at all.

Don't focus on what other people are doing and focus on your own learning. I repeat this all the time on my blog. Just because one or a couple people online said one technology is useless doesn't mean it is (this is applied to most things in tech). Someone told me jQuery was entirely useless and no bother learning it - I did it anyway and it helped me better understand JavaScript. Anyhoo, try things YOURSELF before listening to what people say - make your own judgment. Not going to let a random Tech bro online whine about how annoying Python or C or whatever is to ruin my want to learn something. (This is all coming from a girl who loves web development very much's point of view :D)

🔮 "I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job"

Web Dev route, I love it! That's literally the same steps I would have taken if I had to start again~! For each new tech you learn, make a bunch of projects to 1) prove to yourself that you can apply what you've learned 2) experience 3) fill that portfolio~! 😎🙌🏾

With Angular and React, I would pick one or the other and focus on being really good at it before learning another framework!

I also recommend volunteering jobs, freelancing, helping a small business out with free/paid m

Lastly, you do not need a degree to get a job in Web Development. I mean look at me? My apprenticeship certificate is the same value as finishing school at 18, so in the UK it would be A-Levels, and I completed it at the ripe age of 21! I have no degree, I applied for university and got a place but I will give that space up for someone else, I'm not ready for university just yet! haha... (plus erm it's expensive at the end, what? even for the UK...). Sure, I used to avoid the job postings that were like "You need a computer science degree" but now if I were job searching I would apply regardless.

People switching careers in their 40s going into tech instead are making it, you can switch anytime in your lifetime if you have the means to! (everyone's situation is different I understand).

I'm not too good at giving advice but I hope in the rambling I made some sense? But yeah that's all! 😎

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

“What’s so Special About the Moon?”

Jamil Viper x MC(insert character Mac)

(Ch. 1) – Ch. 2 – Ch. 3 – Ch. 4 – Next – Previous

This was originally supposed to be, like, a single chapter hurt/comfort before my OC (Mac) and Jamil as a song fic where they berate him and then sing a song referencing the moon… but then I had feelings and it’s becoming a more in depth character study between the two. Don’t worry! By the end of this mini series, there will be song lyrics and more sappiness… it’s just now that I’ve finished both Book 4 and Book 5, I need to reorganize the events and specific and whatnot. Some quick housekeeping as always: I tried to make Jamil to encompass both his dark & mysterious villain persona ALONG WITH him practically being a fucking child so that’s why I wrote him like *this* so yeah… I’m moving around the timeline so that Yuu/MC (aka Mac) has the weekend to GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER LOL, Mac is about 19-20 (haven’t decided yet) and uses mixed pronouns as a heads up, Ch. 2 has a 1st draft written put still needs to be typed up and edited. If you see a typo NO YOU DIDN’T!!! This one of my first times trying a different writing doc that isn’t Google (cuz fuck Google) and it’s a little weird to get used to and edit stuff. It’s beta-d in the sense that licking the spatula while your mom bakes cookies and claiming that you helped… literally only a few paragraphs were checked over y’all.

Quick shout-out to @krenenbaker and @twst-beam for inspiring my writing thus far (and sorry for taking so long to post this lol!)

I’ll be releasing some type of overview of my OC eventually, but take these snippets as they go while I fall back in love with writing. You’ll meet Mac in full when xey are good and ready… anyway, please enjoy Chapter 1 of my new fanfiction, “What’s So Special About the Moon?”

“Here. You can use this one,” Jamil directed towards the plain (compared to the rest of the dorm) laundry… mat? There were several industrial sized washer and dryers, a couple moderate-sized one’s that would fit a regular apartment complex, and a long wall designated area for hand washed items. Jamil was keeping the door prompt open with his hips; his slight frown of concentration and the flick of his Magic Pen were the only signs of the current spell he had going. Turning around, MC was slightly surprised by the massive piles of fabric that was being corralled in via multiple a massive sheet tied to multiple brooms. They still couldn’t fully grasp the concept (and power) of magic and seeing it so casually performed on a day-to-day basis was kinda daunting.

“Thanks again for letting us use the space along with showing me how to properly clean all these fancy duds and whatnot.” the Ramshackle Perfect awkwardly trailed off. Their focus was split between stealing peaks at the Scarabia Vice Warden, not wanting to bother the already busy Sophomore, and surveying over the dusty, damaged antique pieces the two stripped from the halls of the previously abandoned dorm. Rugs, carpets, curtains, furniture covers (in varying state of disrepair) dulled of their once rich and vibrant color. The patterns were a mix of stuffy academia and the quiet comfort of a grandparents cottage living room. Both extravagant, yet understated. It’s a style lost to time, but not quite a revived ancient aesthetic.

At this point MC was fully lost in thought; they desperately needed to clean, fix, organize and decorate the dorm in preparation to host so many guests. Even with his limited memories, they had a feeling they’d never hear the end of it from his parents.

“Don’t worry about it much.” Jamil said, interrupting their musings. “Honestly, I’m doing this as much for myself as I am helping you.

With a flick of his wrist, Jamil organized the seemingly random crumbled piles of fabric by condition, color and use. His movements while cleaning were quick, smart, and efficient-- all while patiently showing Mac which order to start in along with the best way to clean them.

“Ya’ know…” MC broke the relative quietness between the two workers, “Even with everything thing that happened over break, I understand why Kalim still trusts you; I almost can believe that you’re not that bad of a guy.” Jamil gave xem a startled (and exasperated) look, but they continued before he could respond: “I fail to see how helping the person who ruined your ‘world domination’ plans—”

“They were hardly World Domination level!” He quickly snapped. His embarrassment led to him tugging his hood further down his face, teeth slightly clenched, and dilated eyes as MC continued listing all the ways he’s “helped” them out.

The magic-less Perfect laughed to themselves the more conflicting emotions flew across Jamil’s face. Eventually those same emotions were compressed behind a cold, smooth mask. Limestone slabs and stiff mud brick walls were swiftly constructed between the two working-class students. Something about it didn’t sit right with Mac.

“Hey I’m not saying what you pulled wasn’t a dick move! But you’re also not the first overly-traumatized teen boy I’ve had to deal with… and between what you’ve said about yourself, plus thing’s I’ve heard and seen, I’m starting to think you’re not nearly as complicated as you think you are.” The longer they argued *to* him, the more Jamil’s mask began to crack; there were a few holes in his walls he didn’t account for. Xe’s a tad more observant than I remember, but weirdly just as persistent, Jamil internally rolled his eyes.

“I could still change my mind and send you back to deal with the Pomefiore Wrath(tm),” He mumbled while gracefully lugging the newly cleaned (and damp) furniture coverings into an empty drier. Despite his harsh threat, MC still remembered him assuring the other this laundry room was only ever used by him after Kalim’s parties.

The large machines and larger working space was specifically added for the servant to clean and repair any decor or Asim Family Treasures when Kalim’s recklessness caused a larger mess than usual. This meant that Mac and Grim (who was originally supposed to be helping… where the hell was he anyway?) could do as many loads needed without worry. On top of the borrowed space, the Housewarden himself had cheerily has assured them, his Oasis Maker would replace all the water used ten times over!

Mac’s thoughts were interrupted once again as Jamil relented, “I told you, I’m doing this to help me.” After receiving an unconvinced eyebrow raise, Jamil began to explain, “Kalim might’ve announced us as equals but I still have a job to do. If he got sick while spending Allah knows how long in a dusty, dirty, shabby condemned building like Ramshackle I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s not nearly that bad anymore!” the sole-human resident of said dorm argued, but was quickly shut up with a tired gesture towards the untouched loads of laundry left to be done.

“On top of that,” Jamil smirked “Even a common peasant like myself wouldn’t sleep in a rundown garbage heap if I can help it.” His smirk slowly slide off his face from his face as the insulted Perfect almost ripped the handful of soapy doilies, that they were previously scrubbing by hand, as xey prepared a retaliation.

“OK, first of all! This whole Inferior-Superior shtick isn’t going to prove your point. If I’m being totally honest, I’m pretty used to the bratty, arrogant attitude of teenagers by now (even if I wasn’t Leona is a thousand times worse).” They turned their full body to face the 2nd year boy before continuing the assault. “Secondly, even just doing the bare minimum would’ve been fine, considering I’ve slowly been deep cleaning them place room by room. This is just last minute cleaning considering I wasn’t expected to host six extra people in two days.”

The shock of Mac’s care and attention to detail couldn’t win over Jamil’s newfound freedom to be right… and sassy while doing it. “Keep in mind you wouldn’t be the only one having to deal with Vil. His expectations are much higher than my personal standards—”

“Getting there!” MC interrupted again. “It’s not like Vil and whoever else couldn’t magic things better or get things done over at Pomefiore.” However, their fire started to die down with their obvious lack of understanding of magic. Not that Xeir level of intellect ever stopped them from talking out of their ass during debates… even if this wasn’t exactly shaping up to be anything like Debate Club back home.

“Not the point!” Mac built back their steam after thoughtlessly shaking off any internal distractions. “Third of all,” Jamil groaned not-so-quietly, “third of all, you didn’t have to show me how to do it. Nor did you have to continue helping me. There’s only so much I could pay you back in favors and it’s not like you’ll make back the time and energy spent. You’re obviously a bit of a piece of shit but I don’t totally blame…”

Jamil suddenly gave Mac his full attention. He smoothed any emotional tells from his face and readied himself to actively dissect what ever left xeir mouth and any messages in between the lines. The silence prompted Mac to drip extra sincerity as they begin to ramble without thinking.

“… I get why you did what you did. You’re not totally forgiven, but it’s not like I’ll hold a grudge over you forever. Whenever I joke about Winter Break I thought you knew it was just that: a joke.”

The two stared at one another for a few beats. Jamil betrayed nothing that he was thinking, but Mac could practically feel the exasperation flooding off of him in great waves. The disbelief pushing and pulling off of him, despite remaining stone cold to zeir admission. So, of course, they continued with slight for fever:

“Yeah, okay, you held us all prisoner, enslaved via hypnosis your entire dorm, and nearly killed multiple students. Twice.” Mac cringed at their own blunt statement, “… But why would you go as far as you did, if you didn’t care! What your parents, and more specifically your culture, put you through wasn’t fair—but you obviously still love and cherish them!”

At this, he seemed to get even more guarded. It felt patronizing to be hold how he supposedly felt or why he should feel a specific way. They hadn’t been there. They hadn’t grown up as a Viper in the Desert, constantly reminded by Kalim’s Mirage of wealth what he could never have. They didn’t know the FIRST thing about the Scalding Sands—!

“… How do you know anything about my parents? Did Kalim--?!” He choked out infuriated at the mere implication.

“Relax Viper! It’s all in the Secret of The Ooze™”

“What?”

“Never mind…”

The usual absurdity of MC’s references (much to xeir chagrin that no one seemed to understand them) Jamil allowed himself a shadow of a smirk. Right about now they’d drop what they were saying and instead empathize with him over terrible bosses. They’d both fall back into a familiar pattern of quiet understanding while making playful small talk; maybe Xe’d make a remark over how “hellish” the desert temperature is and moan about being “a poor Northern forced into the sun” before dragging them both off to grab an abominably sweet drink that Kalim would still put sugar in. Xe had always been could at mediating with the other students at NCR.

However, they didn’t drop it. They continued to push him… especially when they realized that he expected the conversation to have ended and started to relax. Xey pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally, they had circled back to him rebelling from his status.

“What? You think I’d be Happier staying a lowly servant?! I’d rather cut my own tongue out than remain bending to Kalim’s will for the rest of my days.” He huffed, still not stopping his assault on the pile of laundry in front of him.

A frustrated sigh left Mac as Xey tried to get their point across, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SAYING!… Obviously, you don’t love being forced into child labor or having to pretend to be something you’re not, but that doesn’t mean you’re totally being honest with yourself either. Rebelling adolescents often do a complete 180 of who they once presented as in an extreme action to feel validated.”

Jamil scoffed in indignation at the impromptu therapy session he’d been forced into.

“Just because you were forced to lie sometimes as ‘Servant Jamil’ doesn’t mean those memories or feelings weren’t authentic!”

“My Childhood, my Pride, my ENTIRE LIFE was stolen from me before I could even open my eyes, Mac! Who could cherish that sort of future?”

“I’m not disputing that! I’m not trying, in any way, to imply that what you went through didn’t fucking suck. But just because you’ve started saying the quiet part out loud doesn’t mean you’re being totally honest either. Switching one mask for another just means nothing has changed but your ability to bitch about-it to the kid you literally Grew Up With, Jamil.” A tired resignation was growing in their eyes as they headed to the end of xeir rant.

It was clear MC was starting to speak in circles and xey weren’t going to be able to get through to them. A heavy weight sunk deep in their chest, slowly sliding to xeir stomach the more he misunderstood the magic-less student. I saw him drown in the depths of his own helplessness and self-pity, but even after he’s been pulled out it’s like he can’t help but dive back in for a swim. It was a suffocating thought while Mac watched as Jamil once again went stone-faced… Like what he was about to say would be his final shield before walking away. It’s a shame that the Ramshackle Resident had become too used to throwing bombs over walls and blowing verbal shields to smithereens after months of being stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

“I’m not sugarcoating or bowing down to anyone anymore. I won’t bite my tongue. I won’t put on a Happy Face to Kalim’s idiotic, half-thought out ideas again. I’m slowly gaining my freedom, something you clearly don’t understand. Just because you’re as blind as he is doesn’t mean anything! What more could you want from me?!” He hissed his final insult before finally stepping away from his station. Not leaving the room, he aggressively got himself a cup of water from one of the sink and gulped the unfiltered water down.

“Just because you’re not hiding your bitter, knee-jerk reaction from an unfair world doesn’t mean you aren’t still hiding away and lying about your more vulnerable emotions.” Mac whispered in an emotionless tone. “Cutting a part of your past off and pretending it was never there is doing yourself a disservice and lying to those that still care about you… And there sure-as-shit isn’t much that I hate more than a Fucking Liar.”

. . . . . .

The lacy doilies sat in a sudsy basin, left forgotten as the two students stood a mere paces from each other—both maintaining an uncomfortably intense eye contact. The sloshing thump of the washers and stirring hum of driers harmonizing were the only song to accompany the two’s stare down. A short hiccup as Mac took a drawn out breath was the only reaction between the two of them. The combined heat of Scarabia’s sun (barely past 10am) and the humidity of continued use of machinery didn’t help the suffocating air in the wide laundry room. Not to mention the loud, stifling silence to boot.

MC usually held back such honest commentary (not that they weren’t blunt) unless Xe deemed it necessary: think high stakes and a sense of urgent drama. But something about Jamil and Kalim’s situation reminded them of himself. The two’s intertwined dance of class, history, loyalty and betrayal, friendship and loss, and such overwhelming guilt reminded the dimension hoping stranger of home. Whatever that meant.

But this was no time to get lost in their own problems and Trauma’s. They’d went too far (again) and that means xey should be the bigger person (again) and deescalate the situation before he hated them (AGAIN). Which means, MC would be the one to break the silence and run away again.

“Ya’ know what? Grim’s probably burned the school down already. Don’t worry about,” Ze gestured blindly to the numerous stations they’d started, “this mess. I’ll rope my little Rat Gremlin and the Freshies into finishing this up. Hell, I could probably convince Rugs to pitch in for lunch or something. Bully the Music Club with helping in exchange of random sheet music I still remember from home.”

Their rambles became more spastic as they noticed Mr. Sugar, Spice and Not-So-Nice break out of his own trance and try to reply. “Seriously! Just enjoy the break… Not that it’s my place or responsibility to be butting in anyway. I will be back in, like, 10 minutes and from here-on-out minding my own damn business. Sorry. Whatever. See you sometime after Sunday, I guess?” Their entire monoluge Mac was slowly backing out of the room before turning around in xeir spot and just short of sprinting their way out of the dorm. A few passerby Scarabia students stopped to eavesdrop on xeir muttering… watch them leave.

Without getting a word in Jamil stood unmoving, watching the Ramshackle Perfect leave swifter than the desert wind shifting the dunes. Almost on auto-pilot, he simply left to go back to his room and do as he was told; enjoy his break. His day off. The day he could do what he liked and didn’t necessarily have to prioritize work. A day he spent working to help and assist the pitiful, magic-less loser that was dropped-kicked into another reality and forced to play nice with a University filled with overpowered and hormonal teenagers while having no way home… And in return was insulted, psychoanalyzed, and thrown aside before he could get a word in edgewise.

“Son of a STREET RAT!!!!!” It was clear he’d need a few hours to calm down before he could even think of trying to enjoy the rest of his Saturday off.

[chaosfairy18]

Hi friend :D

Care to share any AUs that you have ideas for, but haven’t gotten to write yet?

I in fact would love to share some of them! Most aren't thought out completely story-wise but I think they would be cute :)

First a medieval au that is mostly concentrating on Bumswiftery (yes I know I am a bit hyperfocused right now) where Skittery is the prince (his father, the King, is kind of evil but he doesn't yet know), Swifty is a knight and they are tasked to find the Witch/Mage living in the woods because the Queen is ill. That Mage is in fact Bumlets and somehow the stories about 'evil forest witches' are very wrong as he's just living there in peace with his apprentice Flipper (some townsfolk thought an 'offering' to the forest witch would be a good idea and Bumlets didn't want to let the kid go back to them and instead teaches him magic.)

Of course the King is at fault here and just wants to get his hands on the Mage to use those powers for himself, because what else. And then Skittery and Swifty go to safe Bumlets :)

Ok next has a bit less thoughts but Restaurant AU where Jack and Davey have some american style diner but it is still a restaurant with a bar too and almost open 24/7. Of course most newsies work there, for example Spot is a bartender (and no of course he didn't threaten David so he and Race always have the same shift nooo), Race a cook, Skittery and Bumlets are servers (and Swifty is definitely not coming there just for them). Also I thought it would be funny for Dutchy to work at the local hospital and after night shifts to go there and then have half a very tired panic because the bartender (Specs) is very cute and he has a night shift behind him and looks like shit. Just all cute shenanigans in modern you know?

Thennn a bit about the boarding school au maybe? It isn't as focused on the school as it sounds, but this one is focused on Specs/Dutchy and probably set in the 70s/80s because it feels most boarding school things are around that time. Dutchy is known to be gay and people tend to avoid him but Specs, the new kid, gets partnered with him for a project and they find out they both enjoy the paranormal and ghost hunting. Of course they sneak out at night to search for ghosts somewhere in the older parts of the school. Also a fun part would be if Specs is in a kinda Addams Family style family? Meaning he has definitely already seen ghosts before but Dutchy's enthusiasm is amusing. Also Sarah is there as Specs friend from home and she is dressing very goth which I think would suit her a lot actually.

Last but not least Masquerade which is kind of just a fairytale AU focusing on Snitch/Itey where Pulitzer (even though no one knows at first) is turning the people on the Masquerade ball to stone and then is intending to get a high reward to fix things or smth it isn't completely thought out. Of course of the couples some are only partly turned to stone as some were out in the halls (or for Sprace they didn't notice much of it at all as they had snuck out into the gardens to make out). And then Snitch, Bumlets and someone else I forgot were hired to go to the ball and steal things and act as scapegoats but Snitch really wants to help the prince (Itey) especially as he notices Pulitzer is actually the one behind everything. We mostly did this AU to choose fancy clothes for everyone which was really great.

So yeah those were both mine and @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 's AUs because we talk about them a looooot and we have so many more that are more or less good to talk about in public. Thanks for the ask! 🩵

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i believe you when you say you're not gonna forget it but you're getting this ask anyway just so i can say thank you for indulging the uzusane and also sanemi with a mimosa is a physical need by now lol

Nya ha ha! I am here to deliver the ultimate Uzusane experience! (Well- at least within my abilities areljarjkekjrajke) I couldn't remember if you ship them or just wanted a Tengen-Sanemi centric fic so I left the relationship ambiguous. The important thing is- Sanemi's got a Mimosa! :D I hope you like it Rey! :3

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Sanemi Shinazugawa was a simple man.

He got up, made his ohagi and tea in the morning, and went about whatever set of missions he was assigned to that day. Sometimes he managed to sneak a few hours of training in between reports, sharpening his skills and perfecting his breathing styles.

It was bitter, exhausting work; but Sanemi wouldn’t ever say that. Not out loud anyway. Master Kagaya gave his worthless life a second chance in this business. Complaining just felt disrespectful.

His brain and heart may have felt that way, but his body?

“Gaaaaah…”

His body had other plans.

“That’s one hell of a groan, Shinazugawa. Are you feeling alright?” Tengen looked over at the shorter man, understanding in his gaze as he watched him try to stretch out the aches along his spine. “You overworked yourself again.” “Shut up- I’m fine. This is noooothing!” He couldn’t finish without a groan as he  stretched, waking up another sore spot that sent pain pulsing down his legs. “...it’s nothing.”

“Uh huh. And I’m shorter than Shinobu.”

“Definitely dumber.”

“Everyone’s dumb compared to her- the point is, you’re clearly strained!” Tengen did a fancy gesture before pulling out a pamphlet- where he kept it, Sanemi had no idea. “Lucky for you- I’ve got just the place to go! Check it out; there’s this new spa that opened up-”

“No thanks.”

“It offers mud baths, massages, pedicures-”

“What the hell is a pedicure?”

“They even have drinks! We can get tipsy!”

“And just how are we supposed to do this? We have missions and…” At Tengen’s guilty look, Sanemi blinked.

“You didn’t.”

“He said it was fine!”

“What if I said no?”

“You haven’t really.”

“Kyojuro?”

“He went with me last time. I’m sharing the love!”

“What about your wives?”

“They’re having their own spa day with Mitsuri and Shinobu- look, Sanemi- you and I both know how badly you need this! Hell- I need this! Just looking at you makes my body ache.” Tengen rolled his shoulders in emphasis, letting out a low groan of his own. “It’ll be nice- just you and me; hitting up a spa and finally getting some good ol’ relaxation time.”

Sanemi considered. It did sound nice. The idea of someone riding his back of aches and pains nearly made his legs give out. And the idea of getting drunk was kinda fun…

“Okay- fine. Since you’ve already gone through the trouble of getting us both time off.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, trying not to blush at the whoop of joy Tengen let out.

~~~

“Welcome to the Wisteria Spa! We’re here to treat your chronic aches and pains.” The woman who greeted them was small but strong, her wrinkled face held a pair of eyes much like their own, and her smile was fond as it was warm. “You must be one of ‘Gaya’s children- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“‘Gaya?” Sanemi raised a brow, even more confused when Tengen snorted.

“‘Gaya’ is Master. Madam Hira here knew all of the Master's family for generations.” The bigger hashira laughed harder at Sanemi’s shocked stare, turning back to the amused old woman with a bow. “Thank you for having us.”

“Of course. I take it you’ll be having the usual routine?”

“Yes! Oh and- can you bring out you know what? It’s Sanemi here’s first time afterall.” Tengen grinned at him, eyes twinkling. If there was ever a more humanized version of a red flag. Sanemi felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Oh, absolutely. Now- come in, come in.” ~~~

“Ahhh…isn’t this nice Shinazugawa?” Tengen was a picture of bliss, face painted with some sort of mint colored cream as the various girls worked on his arms and back, digging into the muscle with practiced movements. “All those demons we have to fight- we don’t get enough time to really relax.”

Sanemi would have responded had he not been fighting for his life. Hands clutching the sides of the table, he willed himself to stay still as the girl digging into his back dug out every knot within. It hurt- a lot more than he anticipated; but that wasn’t the issue. Pain he could handle any day of the week.

This however- it was torture.

“You know- I don’t ask you this alot, but how’s your personal life going? Did you finally get the guts to ask somebody out? I know it' a bit hard out there for someone like you, but I can help.” Tengen grinned at him around his mask, fighting down a laugh at Sanemi’s strained expression. “Too much for you, Shinazugawa?”

“If it’s too much pressure, I can lighten up.” The girl offered, voice kind and concerned.

“N-No. It’s fi-ine!” Sanemi grunted, wincing when a whimper escaped. Tengen’s eyes widened with glee at the sound, sharing a look with the girl working Sanemi’s back. “I can ha-handle it!”

“You sure?”

“Y-yes!” He could do this!

“He's a tough one- your friend Let's see what happens when you two get your feet done.” The woman working on Tengen grinned, earning a laugh from the others. Sanemi pushed his face against the cushion, scrunching his face against the worn leather. He could handle this- just focus on something else- something else-

“I know it's hard out there for someone like you, but I can help."

He didn't know why it cut so badly. It wasn't anything new coming out of Tengen's mouth.

At least now he had something to take his mind off the ache.

~~~

Turns out, Sanemi could not handle it.

“Oh man- you’re so ticklish!” Tengen laughed at the sight, grinning at the other as Sanemi sank in his chair, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other was in a vice grip. They had made it through the massages- barely in Sanemi’s case- and were now getting these “pedicures’ Tengen raved about.

It was nice at first- the water was warm and they were offered drinks once they were comfortable. Whatever they gave him was sweet and citrusy, fizzing against his lips as he sipped. He never really liked oranges, but he wasn’t going to turn down a free glass of alcohol.

Then the actual pedicure started and every nerve in his body lit up like a clap of lighting.

“Shuhuhuhuht ihihiihiiht! Gheahhahahahah, whihiihihihy dohehehehes it tihihihihickle?” Sanemi was doing everything in his power to not rip his leg free. Not that he could- the earlier massage plus the few sips of the fancy orange juice made his body feel like air, too floaty to really form any strength. “Gahhahahad, I’m so shahahhhaharry!”

Hm. Maybe that’s why they do this after? To make sure you can’t get away?

Sanemi had to give these ladies more credit.

“No worries, dear- you’re not the first to react this way.” The older woman working his foot laughed with him, hands unyielding as she scraped at his calluses with a small box. “Uzui’s friend- the blonde one who eats a lot- he could barely keep it together himself when we did this. Though I will say you’re much more ticklish than him.”

Tengen busted out laughing, delighted. Sanemi would have chewed him out had he not been fighting down an embarrassing squeal. Sinking in his seat, he covered his face with his hands, unable to muffle the sound of his giggle fits. “Ahehahahhahhaaha! Whehehehhen dohohohoes it ehehehehend?”

“Well, given they’re only on the first foot- not for a while.” Tengen tucked his arms behind his head, smiling in ease. “Try to enjoy it, Mr. Tickles. You’ll get used to it eventually. Have some more Mimosa.” The glass was pushed into his hand once more, fizzing and delightful.

Through his giggles, he managed to get it down in one gulp, earning a whooping cheer  from the other.

~~~ “What did I tell you? This is the best part of the whole day.”

“Hm…this isn’t bad at all.” Sanemi tipped his head back, the hot water steaming his skin and making him flushed. The final trip of their little spa day was a dip in the baths- the one thing Sanemi rather enjoyed.

Granted, he enjoyed all of it- but he wasn’t getting tickled here, so that was an added bonus.

“Aren’t you glad you came? I’m glad you came. You’re always so…tense. It’s bad for the skin.” Tengen leaned back against the edge, towel over his freshly washed hair and positively glowing. “You’d end up looking like one of those wicked witches from the fairy tales if you kept going.”

“Gee- thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

Rolling his eyes, Sanemi couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the other. “Can I ask you something? Why did you actually invite me out? It’s not as if we hang out often outside meetings and whatever.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve known you forever, Sanemi! Why would I not invite you?” Tengen’s voice was matter of fact- as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Sure- you and I might not be as tight as we could be but…I want to change that.”

Sanemi blinked, wondering if he should have drunk that second and third mimosa before coming here. It sounded like things were getting heavy. He didn’t know if he was in the right state of mind for this conversation. “Tengen-”

“I’m not…I’m not the nicest to you. I like to think my goofing on you is fairly harmless, but your face earlier when I asked about your personal life. You looked…hurt.”

“Well yeah- I was getting my body cracked in half.”

“You know what I mean- emotionally hurt; like my comment gutted you. I didn’t think about it before but…I go too far. I’m so adamant about getting a rise out of you so you can just-shit; relax- I forget you’re just as prone to bruise like the rest of us- if not more.”

The happy buzz of his drinks soured some in his stomach as Sanemi let the words fall into him. Was he that obvious? “It’s not like you're wrong though. I'm not exactly some sweetheart like Mitsuri or a lovable guy like Kyojuro. I’m loud, angry, rash- and a colossal jerk on a good day.” The water blurred some- must have been the steam. “I doubt anyone wants to deal with someone like me. This is who I am- a walking talking scumbag with an ugly mug to match.”

Tengen was quiet, the only sound between them was the shifts in the water.

“I really made you feel like that.” When he spoke again, Tengen sounded so, so sad. “I’m sorry, Sanemi. Really, I am.”

“D-Don’t be. It’s fine.” God- why did his eyes get so blurry? The steam was making them burn too. He turned away, hoping Tengen wouldn’t hear the break in his voice through the water. “I-I’m fine. I’m…”

A hand found his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You might be, but I’m not. I can’t be- knowing how much of an asshole I’ve been to you. Sure- you’re bold, brash- and some days I wanna throw you in the trash.” That got a wet laugh out of Sanemi. “But you’re also brave and resilient and willing to do whatever it takes to save people. You love others so much it visibly hurts- you just-care. And you know, I think that’s what the Master sees and admires most about you- what we all admire about you.”

Sanemi couldn’t make his voice work- too choked with tears. He didn’t turn around, but he did reach out to pat Tengen’s hand, hoping that would tell him everything he was feeling.

“You still need to work on your skin routine though. Scars aside, you’re dryer than Rengoku’s hair. What’s gonna happen if someone goes to stroke your cheek and they end up scraping off their fingerprints? They'd get away with so many crimes!”

Sanemi threw his head back with a cackle, the sound all the way from his belly as it echoed around the room. A snort escaped soon after, and then Tengen was laughing just as hard, hanging onto his shoulder as they laughed and laughed.

It was the first real laugh Sanemi let out in a long, long time.

~~~

“Wow…that was rather nice.” Sanemi felt good. Real good. His aches were gone- it felt like he was doing total constant breathing without having to try. If desired, he bet he could run all the way back home without breaking- that’s how good he felt.

“I told you! And you were gonna turn me down!” Tengen shoved him lightly, nearly sending them both off their feet. It was like they were two drunken idiots, even though the alcohol in their system was barely there anymore. “We should do this more often.”

“Head to spas? We’d lose our edge.”

“Nah- that’s a once and a while treat. I mean- hang out more. You and I.” Tengen was watching him, eyes kind. “I rather liked today. I feel like I got to know you more than before.”

“You sound like a guy in a romance novel. Is that how you got your wives? Practiced a few of those cheesy one liners everyday until they gave in?” Sanemi grinned, laughing when Tengen jabbed his ribs a few times. “Ahah! Ohohohokay okay!”

“You’re cheeky when you're relaxed. I like it. So…?” He waited, returning to the original question with a raised brow.

This would likely mean more teasing; Tengen would have a lot more to work with in driving him mad. His daily training sessions would be weekly, and he’d probably have less time to himself with how Tengen loved just popping in whenever he felt like it.

“Yeah…you know, I’d like that.” Sanemi smiled, nodding. “Let’s do that.”

Tengen whooped, throwing his fists into the air in victory. Sanemi ducked his head to  hide his grin, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Yeah. He’d like that very much.

Thanks for reading!

[ritzy-reminiscence]

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Lacka-Lacy² !

⸝⸝ tl;dr : a continuation of this post, and more headcanons for Lacy Hardt ! I always felt like the last post wasn't enough, so here I am with more ! :D

⸝⸝ note : it's a repost, actually ! i decided to change some things up a bit and make it cleaner overall, as the old one was me on like, two cups of coffee and a gummy candy T-T

Dog person Lacy? Dog person Lacy.

Lacy, despite what many thinks, is actually very energetic. Well, energetic when it comes to tennis, anyways. I feel like she'd love for a dog that matches her energy; preferably a big one too, like a border collie or a dalmatian.

I just know Lacy would love to play fetch with dogs. And if possible, she'd train them to play all sorts of sports (coughcoughtenniscoughcough) with her as well !

But alas, she couldn't get one, because of both her work schedule and the lack of space in her shared apartment, so she compromises by feeding and petting the nice stray dogs that hang out near the apartment building.

Oh, and speaking of apartment ! Lacy, while she earns a pretty good salary, preferred to live with someone else so that she can save money by splitting the rent.

Actually, a lot of things Lacy do are to save money !

Going to the supermarket to pick up groceries? She's either walking or riding a bike.

Buying groceries? Coupons, coupons, coupons. Remember to pick out the ones at the back, sure they're two days away from the expiration date, but you can finish that in less in a day, anyways- Ask for discounts. Ask for discounts.

Eating out? LMAOOO what's that ?? Lacy's never heard of it. Nothing beats homecooked food plus it's cheaper so ...

And Lacy doesn't do this because she's a penny-pincher; she does spend some good money from time to time, but it's mainly for quality shoes or coats, or hair styling products (Lacy didn't get her perfect curls by using bad products on them, after all). When you're Sedgewick Sable's personal secretary, appearances matter a lot.

And speaking of appearances, Lacy doesn't really wear much makeup. The most she wears is the tiniest bit of peach eyeshadow, the softest hint of a blush, and the most subtle touch of lipstick. All drugstore bought, of course! The heat in her workspace can be oppressive, and there's no use going the whole nine yards for makeup if it's all going to melt off halfway through the work shift-

I feel like Lacy does journaling .. ?? Like, she feels like the type of person that would keep a journal.

It's nothing too fancy -- just a notebook that she probably got as a freebie at some grocery store or other place, and a pen that she'd had for God knows how long. She doesn't write in it everyday, just when she feels like it.

And "when she feels like it" means that either something happened at work, or she got something new, or she experienced something she's never experienced before.

Honestly I feel like most of her entries are just something along the lines of "Wick got shitfaced drunk at work again. And I had to clean up his mess in every sense of the word again."

Without the cursing, of course - Lacy doesn't seem like the type of person that would curse in public nor private. Though she might utter a swear under her breath every now and then -

And don't get me wrong, Lacy likes Wick as a superior and she's aware that she's getting treated better than most people in her position,,, but sometimes she just has to wonder why she still sticks around -

And then she remembers that he pays a hell of a good salary and that she's be committing self-sabotage if she decides to quit 💀

We don't get a lot of information about her home life and her relatives, but to me Lacy always seemed like she would be the breadwinner of her family. I like to imagine that she frequently sends money to them, even after they told her that they're holding up just fine on their own.

To me, Lacy also seems like the oldest out of her siblings. She gives exasperated big sister vibes, especially when it comes to her panels with Wick in them😭

ALSO !! Lacy's family, in my headcanons, aren't that well off. Sure, they didn't get the shortest end of the stick, but they weren't living lavishly either. I imagine that Lacy, being the eldest, saw how difficult their home life is and decided to push her way to the top -- legally, of course. She's a smart girl, after all, and once she has a bee in her bonnet, she's doing anything to make it happen.

And I don't know what it is, but Lacy feels like she's not from St. Louis, like she's from a bigger city and only recently moved to St. Louis for a job.

That being said, Lacy gets homesick a lot. Her hometown is just a train ride from St. Louis, but given the nature of her work as Wick's personal secretary / coffee fairy / babysitter, she couldn't really find the time to squeeze in a visit.

So she compromises by keeping photos of her family near her -- on her workspace is a framed photograph of her, her two younger sisters, and their parents. It was a formal family picture, everyone's dolled up in their Sunday's best, their smiles oddly mechanical like most family photos.

On her bedside table is another framed photograph, but this time it was a lot more .. fun. It was taken when Lacy was in high school, and summer vacation had just started. They were in the beach, happily tanned in their bathing suits. Lacy had one hand holding a rapidly melting ice cream cone, the other clutching the brim of her hat (she never really took well to the sun). All of them were grinning broadly. After all, Dad had worked extra shifts and overtimes at his work to be able to afford this trip, and they were going to make every second count.

And in her wallet, a ton of small photographs of her home -- badly taken shots of the kitchen and living room, barely visible captures of their shared bedroom with it's three beds -- Lacy's the only one neatly made -- and candid shots of her family members.

She misses them an awful lot, so she calls home as often as she can. Sure, the bill gets bigger and bigger after the first two dozen minutes, but Lacy doesn't care how big the phone people charge her, as long as she's able to talk to her family.

In the rare occasion that Lacy visits home, she blows all of her savings on presents for her siblings ("Lacy, honey, your father and I are completely fine without any presents, so don't bother and treat yourself to something you want instead, alright?"). She brings home the sweetest candies and cakes from the sweetshop, the latest toys and dolls that all the kids are playing with, books with the most vividly illustrated pages, and, occasionally, a new dress for Mom and a new pair of leather shoes for Dad. What are they going to do about it, anyways? Lacy's already bought it >:)

She spends her visits at home playing with her siblings, getting as messy as she could before going back to the clean-as-a-whistle getup for work. She loves her family and knows them like the back of her own hand, and although it breaks her heart to wave goodbye from the windows of the train, she still does it anyway, waving wildly and shouting at the top of her lungs until the train rounds the corner and vanishes from sight.

This has nothing to do with my headcanons but I just love their exchange of dialogue here ; like, I can feel the Big Sister Lacy Energy™ from these panels so much

[virtualpeople]

Get to know you: Sims Style

tagged by @goatskickin, thank you this was strangely relaxing :D

What's your favourite sims death? It's got to be the flight simulator in TS1. You ever been so sleepy you just drift right off into space? What about physically this time?

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? i guess semi-real? I've lost track of where the realism levels are at tbh. I love me some texture and shiny eyes is all I can specifically say, generally I just download whatever takes my fancy and hope for the best lmao

(now I'm just gonna derail this slightly to do my best grouchy old fucker impression and protest bitterly at the way the word alpha has come to be used to describe realistic CC, like arggghghghghg anything can have an alpha should you wish, why is this a thing >:( , ok grouch over)

Do you cheat your sims weight? Implying I ever play this game in a normal manner enough to have sims actually change weight from what they were originally created with in the first place

Do you move objects? Imagine playing sims 2 and not being able to move objects, truly a hellscape

Favourite mod? It's not exciting, but it's the SimBlender. Couldn't live (mode) without you, lil plant* fella.

*Other models are available

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? Here's a vague answer for you all: The first sims game I got was the TS1 complete collection, so technically it was all the sims 1 EPs. And then when I got TS2 I got about 8 EPs/SPs in one go off ebay, can't exactly remember which ones other than it didn't include Apartment Life or Seasons, so what came first was really a good 50% of the whole game

Slightly off topic but the only sims I've ever bought new was the IKEA stuff pack when it was on clearance. Enjoy your £3 for this entire series, EA ;)

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? LIVing, it's the mode where all the little computer people live :)

Who’s your favourite sim that you’ve made? Don't make me choose it could be so many of them ;-; Ok, maybe this guy. Or maybe this guy. Or maybe…

Have you made a simself? i tried a long long time ago but with very little resemblance. I have a very strange face that's hard to reproduce in <1000 polygons apparently.

Which is your favourite EA hair color? I'm quite fond of that slightly desaturated basegame brown shade, it's nice. Shame it's not really common in any of the more popular hair colour actions

Favourite EA hair? haircaesar, that short one that came with seasons. It's so… basic. So versatile. My beloved.

Favourite life stage? Adult. Elders second. I barely play any of the others tbh

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I'd say technically for building, although it's more building characters and the world they live in. Gameplay does come into it, but more for letting sims play out storylines and interact with their world like in a soap opera way than the usual motives way of playing, if that makes sense - I'm constantly dishing out maxmotives because I had an idea of what I wanted to happen next but the sims would've otherwise been too grumpy lol

Are you a CC creator? As long as the title of CC creator doesn't expire after a couple of years of doing absolutely nothing (but definitely not retiring either) then yes

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? I have been here for so many years and yet I've never said much beyond a couple of sentences to anyone, let alone having an entire squad lmao. Not deliberately, I've just got a habit of sitting here and collecting dust vibing

Do you have any sims merch? no, I don't think I've even seen any sims merch irl actually

Do you have a YouTube for sims? no.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? Many eons ago, back in the distant mists of time, I used to be able to churn out sims and buildings at a rapid rate all day long. Now I… can't. Am I getting more picky? Am I paying more attention to detail? Am I just getting old? Who knows

Who’s your favourite CC creator? Over all these years?? It wouldn't be fair to pick just one even if I could, there's so many people propping up my game and making it look nice :O

How long have you had Simblr? 4293 days apparently, that's a lot of days.

How do you edit your pictures? do I look like I know what editing is? These days I don't even crop my pictures, I just dump screenshots into a presized photoshop document and shunt them around a bit until the composition looks ok. At a push I'll boost the contrast/saturation a tiny bit, particularly if I've left low blue light mode on again and the colours look a bit odd

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? TS1 - you know I think it might be superstar. I love how silly studio town is with all those fun things like the fashion runway and the film sets. The celebrity system is amusing too, and is a convenient way of making sims of famous people a bit less weird to have around as opposed to just having them as playables (imo anyway). Shoutout to makin' magic too though, still my favourite implementation of magic in the entire sims series

TS2 - Apartment life. The ability to build functional flats and having magic back (if in a slightly disappointing way compared to TS1)? Height-shiftable things? Nice.

I tag: YOU. (totally not a copout I mean it i love reading these things)

[monsterfloofs]

Oh, no no, I always happy to read through your long responses and ramblings. As I said I know how it feels when you’re excited that your brain buzzes with so many thoughts and ideas that are hard to just say one thing. Ironically I was worried if my original post was too, so I condensed it. I also wanted to mention that the Zelda game isn’t out yet it comes later this year but what’s so exciting is that this is the first mainline Zelda game with her as the main playable character. And it’s in a really cute chibi style that is going to be a very fun creative sandbox style game.

Hahaha! I see! Yeah, I am trying to get away from those worries and just embrace the let's excitedly talk about passions with others! And I wanna extend that to the folks who do reach out to me, if I can unabashedly ramble on here, the invitation is 100% open for others to ramble on here too!

I, for one, listening to people talk about their passions with so much enthisiasm, I may not always have much to say about it, it may not be my thing? BUT how can anyone not feel joy about someone talking about what they love? How can someone not share in that feeling?? At the very least, be content and happy that someone feels safe enough to just let themselves be giddy?

Coming from a household where, I never really felt like I could take up space like this? I am such a promoter of people talking about what makes them happy! We need more space for that! Skdjdjds ANYWAYS! Imma get off my soap box hahaha!

YES!! So that last message I really really wanted to know which game you were talking about- I have been... direly out of the nintendo gaming loop! So I was looking things up, and I saw some of the footage from this game! I can see why people are excited to play it!! = DDD Zelda finally has her own game whoohoo! (I was kinda hoping our main gal also got a weapon to fight with instead of making stuff fight for her, but ahhh! At least she has a game coming! I can be satisfied with that!!) It seems like it is going to have some strategy to it! = D

Since I went down the Nintendo rabbit hole, I also noticed that Princess Peach got her own game too recently! That really warms my heart! Finally the stereotypical "damsels in distress," are kicking butt on their own >:333 So proud of them!

I have been considering getting a Switch but 😵‍💫 it's so expensive... And that's just for the console! The games themselves are 60 usd a pop! I dunna, I was also thinking maybe I could try to save for a Steam Deck, since I do already play games on steam, but even that is super expensive, and I really don't feel like I am making enough to splurge on something so... aaaaah, what's the word. . . ? Fancy? Games and game systems feel way more like a luxury now! X//D I don't know if it's because everything feels more pricey, or I just don't have a job that can support that lifestyle. I haven't bought a new game system in years! And everytime I think about it, I usually stress about how much the system will cost and back out of making the jump EJDJDJDKS

[andypantsx3]

hii :) i actually wanted to respond in the comments to my last book-related ask, unfortunately I do not know when to shut up and exceeded the word limit so I'm back here again! ^^

All of the books you mentioned sound amazing, I added all of them to my to-be-read list (under the scrutinizing looks of all the unread books on my bookshelf), I am really excited to read them, since I really love your writing style I think I have a good chance of liking your recommendations as well :))

Unfortunately everytime someone asks me what my favourite books are (which happens not nearly often enough, romance truly is dead) suddenly I never knew how to read and all that plays in my head is elevator music. Three books that I read that I still think of a lot, even if they are not reflective of what I usually go for are 'The Colour Purple' by Alice Walker, Jane Austen's 'Emma' and Elena Ferrante's 'My Brilliant Friend', but I don't think I could name a top 3 (which is also cool, I have yet to read my favourite book) Since I have to read a lot of stuff for uni atm I think lately I'm gravitating to more lighthearted fantasy/ YA novels again where I don't have to think too much ':D but that can also be hit or miss, a friend of mine recommended 'The Inheritance Games' to me and while I liked the idea, I just couldn't get into it

You've probably answered this before, but now I want to know what your favourite tropes/ AUs are? 👀

I hope you have/ had a good day :)))

I hope you do like my recs!! I have to say The Goblin Emperor is very much unlike my style. It's high fantasy with all of the fancy linguistic trappings that usually come with that and I could never have the patience. But it's actually the most important book of all time and I hope you love it anyway!!!

Maia actually reminds me so much of Shouto, with how he's been raised away from his three siblings and so much of society, but he's determined to forge connections and be kind, even in the face of his upbringing and his family legacy!! So just imagine our special angel boy while you're reading it lmfao.

Omg I feel like we might have the same taste. I also didn't love The Inheritance Games!! The convenience of the plot and loose threads really unraveled the experience for me though I wanted to like it as well!! I've actually been having so much trouble finding a new YA/NA series to get into lately and I'm so sad!!

Oooh and this is difficult. In terms of fave tropes, I think enemies-to-lovers (when done well and not just to slap on a book cover) is one of the best. I love found family so much, three of my top five fave books are notably found-family-forward (The Goblin Emperor, Winter's Orbit, and Six of Crows). I am a big hurt/comfort reader as well, and I loooove a good misunderstanding as you already unfortunately know lmfao. What about you??? 👀

[queenofbaws]

hi I may have accidentally been spamming you and I am so sorry <3 in my defense I just played devil in me after a bit of a break when I 100%d the quarry and now I'm vibrating about the whole thing. I own a ps4 and until dawn and I'm like ough. i have to ask tho what's ur onion on tDiM? I think it was... good but a little boring? like obviously it's fun, but at the same time I was in the edge of my seat the whole time like, trying to guess the twist and I just ... the twist is that he gets up? I guess. I know it's seemingly a part 1 but. Hm. Hmmm. I was hoping for Terminator style, slowly replacing all of his human parts with machines, like when the dog bites his hand in the end we were gonna see metal fingers. Anyway I am RAMBLING anyway bye

heheh, well hi yourself!!! ;)c i prooomise you weren't spamming - i always love seeing new names and faces popping up in my activity!!! and aw man, i know exactly what you mean about tdim. when i went back to it recently, i was pleasantly surprised to find i liked the lonnit entertainment crew more than i did my first time around, butttttttttttttt yeah, that ending though.

see, my main problem is that i'm a forensic/criminal psychologist, so i just spent the game on high alert like "I CAN SOLVE THIS ONE, BOSS!" and that. wasn't the right way to go, ha!!! seriously though, my first playthrough i spent most of the game thinking there were two possibilities with du'met that could be really cool, and that was (1) there was more than one of him, hence the silence, the mask, and the being everywhere at once; or (2) since we're shown he has an obsession with making animatronics out of bodies, well, maybe the du'met chasing after us is some kind of fancy - like you're saying, terminator - animatronic!!! both i think would've been creepy for different reasons.

alas. he just gets up. 😔 for sure i thought the game was a blast, i have yet to meet a supermassive game i don't like, and i loooooooved a lot of the visuals they used, just...idk i guess i hoped for some sort of crazy du'met CLUB where serial killers from near and far could get their kicks at the murder castle aslkdjfalksdjf HAHAH

okay now i'm rambling. thanks for the ask!!! :D

[moonlight-starlight6]

Bot turtles!

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*THUD!*

You: “owww..” *you rubs your head and look around the city.. it is New York City?

You never see whole this city before because it so many technology and it fancy.

You noticed the cars is flight around the city* “what the..?” *you stand up from the ground and you heard the clock is ticking and the people came out the

building and you noticed the people has very different styles that you never see

before. And you get overwhelmed by so many people around you. You noticed there

pretty many bots around too, you see the the bot is help to hold the groceries for old woman. You see the boy is play with dog bot, and his mother told them not

play until home or something you don’t know. Once realized you are in the future..? You feel anyone tapping your shoulder* “excuse me, miss/sir/Mx”* he said and you turn around back and you see the tall bot you don’t say anything the few minutes later, he finally saying something* “maybe I ask,where you from?”

*you try to respond their question but you interrupt by someone, you turn to the

teen boys walk and they said* “dude! Look at them, they clothes like 2020s!”Teen

boy said, other teen boy laughed “ I bet their grandma gave them the style of

2020s! What is old fashioned!” Other teen boy said and they laughed while they walk away. You feel offended by teen boys. The bot finally speaks to me. “ What your name and where you from?” He said, “my name is Y/N.” You relied, you only tell him to your name not say something where you from. “My name is D-6212021185

And my duty is the guard of New York City.” He said, when you investigated him, isn’t he familiar to you? He shape like turtle and his body color is purple. Which mean reminded you something. “I would call you Donnie for short.” You said,

You can see that he pretty surprise but it not really but it good things he is accept that you called him Donnie “I will allowed you called me Donnie” he continued “since you didn’t answer where you from, I assume that you did not bring here.” He said, yeah it sure you knew you didn’t bring here and you remember now you want ask him what today years. “What years now?” You asked

“3270, miss/sir/Mx.” he replied, you really surprised it about thousands year ago that here you from. “3270!? Wow.. now I can see why people has different style and a lot of technical..” you said, and you think how you go back your time. “You think this city did have travel time..?” You asked, “ye-“ he interrupted by the many people and they screamed “the clapper will explode in the building! One teen girl said They rushed run over you!You don’t know what happened. You feel like lost and you feel someone grabbed your hand and rash run! They take you to far away from Donnie. Finally stop and you get mad because they one who take you away from Donnie! But you don’t blame them because maybe they want save you from the exploding. You ask the person who wear the glasses and their hair is short and the color is light brown. “Could you tell me what happened?” You asked “it about the clapper is planned explode in the building but don’t worries it is fake alarm. He said, it make me pretty angry but I tried to calm down. “If it is fake alarm, how you know? Why many people run from the explosion? Plus why you grab my hand and take away from the bot, Donnie?” I asked, I hope he make best excuse and it should be make sense. “Ins’t he familiar to you? If you don’t know, you gotta do not trust the bot turtles!” They said “so what? Maybe you just jealous.” You crossed your arms. “No no! I am not jealous! Did you know they did have dark secrets.. you just can’t trust them. But don’t worries, I will help you to back your time, I know where the travel time place!” They said, you rise my eyebrows and look at them. “Really? You think you can help me?” You asked them. “Definitely yes, I will. Oh Btw, my name is Sraxxze!” They said, you never see this before but it maybe new names in the future. “ I’m Y/N” you relied. “Nice meet to you, Y/N!” They continued “alright, we should go to the library to find the travel time place.” They said, “I thought you know where place is.” You said

“I know.. but I am good at hecker into the computer, travel time!” They said.

“Ah, ok..” you said. “And why I shouldn’t trust the bots?” I asked, “you can trust anything but bot turtles!” They said “maybe bot turtles can be nice but they have dark secret..” they said, “what their dark secrets?” I asked, “oh you definitely don’t want to know. Don’t you want go to home, do you?” They asked,

Yeah you need go to home cause you don’t want your family and friends worrying about you. “Yes, I do want go to home.” I replied, they nodded and looked to you

“Good, now let go to the library!” They shouted then you and sraxxze walk to the library.

-to be continued-

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Movie Review: TMNT Mutant Mayhem

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

Ah, Ninja Turtles. My childhood superheroes... oh who am I kidding, my eternal superheroes. :D This fabsome foursome debuted in 1987, the same year I was born, so I literally grew up watching the franchise. The series has gotten several reboots over the last three decades, and it's still going strong. The hype now is around the latest installment, Mutant Mayhem, created by Seth Rogen.

So, confession - when I first heard details about this movie and saw promo images, I was NOT on board. The art style is amateur at best, and yet another one of my beloved childhood redheaded characters has been black washed. First Ariel, now April? If we could stop doing that, that would be great... I'm totally okay with her being heavyset and more realistic in terms of body. We could all use THAT type of PC upgrade for beloved classic characters. But at least keep them the same race we've always known them to be.

But enough about that. It wasn't just the art style that made me stick my nose up in disgust at yet another remake of my ultimate childhood series. I'm literally a mega fan - my TMNT collection dates back 30+ years and is still growing, and it features some sort of item from every series thus far (with the exception of Rise... because even I can't get on board with that one). I'm talking figures, plushes, clothes, jewelry, hats, backpacks, bookmarks, magnets, buttons, piggy banks, etc. You name it, I've got it in TMNT form. So I'm very passionate about the show and can be quite critical of changes to it.

Which is why when I was starting to get past the art style, I was appalled to learn that not only would Shredder not be the main antagonist this time around, he wouldn't even be referenced at all.

Uh... yeah, we all know - we've known since 1984, when the comics came out - that Shredder is THE villain of the turtles. That's the one thing that's been consistent with every franchise (except The Next Mutation, but he at least made an appearance in that, albeit for a brief time). Instead, the bad guy is a hideous creature called Superfly. Kind of a double play on words considering he's literally a giant mutant fly with fancy/classy/fast cars and an entire mutant army and crime baddies at his disposal.

And Splinter? OMG, what did they DO to him? His face looks like someone splattered vegetables on the sidewalk. I see a squashed tomato/potato where his nose should be, and his "beard" is like the top of broccoli or a garlic clove. (shudder) And let's not get into the fact that, when the turtles were kids, he had a freaking Afro and a mustache. The turtles are meant to be 15 in this time, which would make the year roughly 2008 when they were kids, so the 70s look was way dated at that time.

Then we get more great news... not only are we now race-swapping characters; we're also gender-swapping them. Leatherhead and Wingnut, while minor characters throughout every iteration, are now girls instead of guys.

Leatherhead has always been an ally to the turtles, except in the original series, and considering the direction this movie took, I have to wonder if the writers thought it would be inappropriate to make them enemies because it would show teen guys beating up a girl. I mean, "beating up" may be a stretch, but you get what I mean. And Wingnut has always been super annoying to me, so I would have been okay had she not been in the movie at all. But I digress.

Okay, so, plot. Since Shredder isn't the main villain, the plot isn't the usual "stop Shredder from conquering Earth" thing. The movie starts with Baxter Stockman raising a giant mutant baby fly - in a crib and all - in a lab surrounded by test tubes of animals. Yeah, I didn't make that up. Animals of all different species and sizes are somehow shrunken down to conveniently fit inside a test tube.

Some heavy-duty suit guys break in and grab Stockman to take all his research at the behest of a mysterious woman named Cynthia Utrom. We know from prior series and lore that the Utroms are the alien race that created the ooze that caused the mutations of, well, all mutants. Utrom looks like a woman here, but she could be wearing a human suit like in the 2003 series. We don't know, and we don't find out.

Anyway, the baby fly escapes and takes out all the suits because, well, he's super strong and inhuman. And he has wings. He manages to grab all Stockman's test tubes and book it out of there, and then we fast forward to 15 years later where we meet our protagonists. Their current mission? To acquire necessities for the lair from a list given to them by Splinter. So they do this and they're like, "Hey, we've only been gone for a little bit. Let's go check out the outdoor movie playing in the park." So then we get to see them watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Yep, a live action movie in a CGI movie with art that's literally meant to resemble sketches like kids would draw.

So then they get back to the lair but Leo guiltily confesses that they all went to watch a movie in close proximity to humans. We're then introduced to the origin story of the turtles and Splinter, and while we're all familiar with it, it's slightly different this time. Splinter was a normal rat before, but he wasn't anyone's pet. He was a typical NYC rat, hated by humans (and raccoons... and dogs...) and one day he finds himself in the sewers and comes upon four baby turtles crawling around in green ooze. This ooze had come from a canister kicked into a sewer grate from Stockman's lab earlier. Splinter was shocked that the turtles took right to him, and they were the first and only things to not instantly hate him or want to kill him. So of course he touches the ooze and mutates, as do the turtles. He raises them as his sons, and honestly, I don't recall ever hearing him being called Splinter. All the turtles called him Dad. I don't think we ever knew his name... so if you didn't know of any other TMNT series before this, you'd have no idea what his name was.

Anyway, the turtles, as kids, wanted to go above ground one day, and Splinter thought he'd give it a try. Bad idea, because, of course, everyone freaked out and chased them away. So Splinter vowed to keep his sons safe and refused to let them leave the lair except to get supplies. We're also treated to a montage of cheesy old footage of actual martial arts movies/shows depicting how Splinter trained the turtles in ninjitsu as a means of self defense. He now loathes humans and wants nothing to do with them, and wants the same for his sons.

So after the confession of watching a movie, the turtles get grounded and are all talking in their room about what they'd do if they could be normal. Meanwhile, a crime spree has broken out with mega villain Superfly (yep, that's his name) stealing all kinds of high-tech scientific items... and if anyone sees his face, he kills them.

We're soon introduced to April, who, this time, is not an adult reporter. She's an aspiring reporter in high school, and she's collecting information on the Superfly case because, due to the crime spree, the school's prom has been cancelled and she thinks she can get it back if she solves the mystery of Superfly.

Well, the guys are throwing ninja starts at watermelons (because why not) on the rooftop one night, and one lands in April's helmet. As she's chewing out the shadows on the roof that she can't see, someone steals her scooter. And Leo decides this would be a great time to play hero and get the scooter back for the "beautiful human girl." Yeah, in the 2012 version, Donnie had a crush on April. This time around, apparently it's Leo.

The guys then partake in their first actual fight with bad guys - I'd love to say that I went YES in the theater when a car radio turns on and "Ninja Rap" from the original second movie is playing - and shortly thereafter, April sees them. But she doesn't freak out even when she realizes they're not wearing costumes. She's more interested in getting a story about them for the school newspaper. But of course, considering they aren't supposed to be seen or known about, that won't do. April then tells the guys that, had they not helped her beforehand by getting her scooter back, she probably would have had a much different and more negative reaction to seeing them. This gives the turtles an idea: Become heroes by finding Superfly and bringing him to justice, allow April to get it all on film to showcase them as heroes, and then she can write and submit her story.

April accepts the terms, and the turtles go to her high school with her and are all "ooohh, ahh, we want to go here." They find April's locker, which has been graffitied with things like "puke girl." We're then treated to the ever delightful scene of our female protagonist spewing what looks like green ooze all over a desk because of nerves while giving the morning announcements. Look, I know this is CGI and not real, but that was completely unnecessary. More on that later.

So to get to Superfly, the guys have to interrupt a transfer of goods, i.e. the final piece of some machine Superfly is building for his nefarious plot (which we don't know what it is yet). The guys are waiting in the truck and he shows up... with Bebop and Rocksteady. You remember them. The mutant warthog and rhino, respectively, from 1987 and 2012? Shredder's mutant allies? The ones Shredder created? Yeah, those two. Well, this time, since there is no Shredder, they were created in Stockman's lab. Remember all the animals in test tubes? Yeah, they're all grown now as well, raised by Superfly since he was the oldest. Stockman's plan was to create a family of mutants because he was never liked or understood by people. Superfly's plan is to pick up where his "father" left off... by turning all animals into mutants and killing all humans.

So of course, eventually the turtles manage to turn the tables and attempt to escape with the last piece of the machine Superfly needs to spread the mutagen. But of course, that falls apart and a bunch of Utrom's suits find and capture them. April races back to the lair to tell Splinter that his sons are in trouble... yeah, that's an awkward first meeting. Splinter shows up and takes out all the suits (Utrom has been taken away to safety), saves his sons, and they all start to head back home to come up with a plan to stop Superfly. It results in them basically appealing to all the other mutants, telling them that they don't have to listen to Superfly and that they have a choice. Surprise, surprise, they all turn against the big bad. Even Rocksteady and Bebop, and they're supposed to be villains... I realize their origin is different here, but come on.

Well, everyone takes out the giant mutagen machine... sort of. It lands in the river below, where there are dozens of species of sea life. Yep, you guessed it. Superfly merges with all the animals in the river. He gets a whale body, crab pinchers, some sort of tail, etc. And, for some reason, random horses on his legs. Wha... Oh, and he's now taller than the Empire State Building. Awesome.

Yeah, as if he wasn't ugly enough before LOL. Well, the suits in Utrom's lab had been working on an anti-mutagen, and April managed to swipe one of these canisters... somehow. It didn't really show how, she just did it. Times Square has a huge news report going on about mutants attacking, so April manages to get inside the Channel 6 (yep, the right station!) building to take over the report and explain that she knows the truth - that the only bad mutant is the giant fly/whale hybrid thing. And then she pukes again. Seriously, STOP THAT.

Splinter is trying to get to his sons, but Superfly manages to knock him back hard enough to break his leg. Humans approach, and he's terrified... but they're reaching for him to help him. So then we have humans and mutants working together to get the anti-mutagen to the turtles, who manage to throw it into Superfly's weak spot - the whale blow hole. Yep, that takes care of it. So then the turtles are revered as heroes, and the other mutants are all now living in the sewers with them... and the turtles wind up going to high school. They're got human clothes on, ditch their masks, etc. And all the kids welcome them and think they're super cool. April's locker has been re-graffitied with things like "cool girl" instead of "puke girl," and then the movie just... ends.

Then we get a post-credits scene, showing how the turtles are getting along in high school. Each one seems to have found his niche, and they're even all at the prom together. However, Utrom is watching them, and she says that capturing them will be difficult. So she asks her assistant to bring her... The Shredder! Then we see an outline of Shredder before the scene cuts away. So yeah, totally open for a sequel, as is the norm with movies these days. In fact, a sequel (and TV series) has actually already been confirmed! I mean, honestly, how could Seth Rogen, a self-admitted TMNT addict, create a TMNT movie without at least planning for Shredder to be in it?

So, all in all, it wasn't a bad movie. I appreciate the throwbacks to the original series, and I'm glad to see my favorite heroes getting so much recognition again.

However, there are definitely some things in this movie that weren't necessary. The top of that list is April's barfing scene. She was nervous doing the morning announcements at school and wound up throwing up as a result. Then later, during her news broadcast telling everyone that the only bad mutant is Superfly, she does it again... honestly, I get that we may need a reason for her to rather be behind the camera instead of in front of it, and she needs an obstacle to jump over to tell the people who tease her to suck it, but did it have to be that??? We're showing puke in kids' movies now? Please, just, don't... I don't care that it's a cartoon and looked like the ooze that mutated our beloved heroes. That doesn't mean I want to see it spewing out of someone's mouth. What is it with Seth Rogen and vomit movies? Is it like some unwritten rule that someone has to upchuck in everything he's in? UGH.

Also, this movie is rated PG, but... were all the nipple references necessary? Splinter is legit concerned that, if his sons are found by humans, they'll be put in a lab and milked...and they're like, "But we don't even have nipples!" Then the turtles say the same thing to April when she talks about writing a story about them, and she asks how that could be done for the same reason. Then later, in Utrom's lab, they are getting milked... but, I mean, how... way too much emphasis on that.

And did Splinter seriously need a love interest? With an unintelligible giant bug? Just... why? That's wrong on so many levels.

It was said from the start that this movie would focus mostly on the "teenager" aspect, and it absolutely did that. The guys weren't all serious about ninja training and mastering new techniques; they were more interested in what it would be like to be a normal kid, go to school, go to the prom, etc. And since it's 2023, and because it's Seth Rogen, we have to have some swearing and such, even in a cartoon. Mostly it's by Superfly (aka Ice Cube), so not surprising. But even the original 1990 live action movie had cursing LOL.

You know, I'm almost positive that the turtles never officially introduced themselves to April upon meeting her. She introduced herself, but I don't think they ever identified themselves. The closest we came was in they were in the school and Michelangelo was signing himself up for a talent show. We all know who they are, but a human meeting them for the first time more than likely wouldn't. Hmmm... I think some details got overlooked. Just like how I swear Splinter's name wasn't mentioned once in the entire hour and 49 minutes of the movie's runtime.

Anyway, as a hard-core TMNT fan, I did enjoy the movie. Definitely some things that I would have changed, and others that should have stayed true to the original, but all in all it wasn't bad. I think I can give it 8/10 and be satisfied. :)

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Give Zelda a sword to complete her badass bisexual vibe in BotW2, Nintendo

[littlefreya]

hi freya! I was wondering if you could describe henry’s characters as different types/styles of homes, how would you describe them?

Ooooh this is freaking awesome!!!! 👀 And I had a lot of fun doing this!

August Walker

Welcome to Hades’ lair... oh I mean... August’s house. August loves the darkness, expensive yet simple, modern and spacious. Nothing brings him greater joy than seeing you all dressed in pink lingerie as he chases you through his house in a complete contrast to the menacing dark. 

The rest of the characters are under the cut!

Captain Syverson

Sy loves the simple countryside. He will build you a farmhouse back in Texas. The Captain prefers a big lit home with woody interior. White and light brown tones and of course enough space to fill it with lots of children. 

Sherlock Holmes

Don’t mind me, I am all about Dark Academia Sherlock. Sherlock owns a huge mansion at the outskirts of London. It’s dark and brooding and outrageously erotic. Be sure that he will take his time having you in each one of the rooms.

Walter Marshall

Walter is all about the peace and quiet. He plans to build a cabin outside the city, somewhere where he can escape to with his lovely wife. All forest, snow, wood and stone. A place to help him chase his demons away. 

Pst. @raspberrydreamclouds this might as well be Artie’s place :X

Clark Kent

Well, Clark lives in the city as for now, and I don’t imagine that his reporter job at the Daily Planet earns him enough. So a cosy urban apartment is enough. After all he is a humble boy. 

Napoleon Solo

@iloveyouyen and Leon’s apartment is as fancy as it gets. They love the retro Venetian design. Gold coated, spacious and luxurious. After all, Leon has class.  

Mike (Mumu Mops)

Isn’t Mike still in college? :D I think Mike probably lives with a roommate thus a small city apartment, modern and simple.

Will Shaw

Will has the monies, don’t he? He likes things modern, new rich with sharp clear angles. He leans toward white, grey and a bit of light green. Honestly he likes to keep the house as organised as possible.

Geralt of Rivia

Well it’s medieval times and our witcher spent his money on ale. Prepare to live in a stone house!!! Though the bath looks rather inviting. I wonder how Geralt keeps the water warm. 

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Good Things Come In Three

Chapter One | Reader Insert Series

Warnings: Language, Horny Reader, Mentions of Smut. 

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The Triwizard Tournament was all anyone had been talking about for weeks. But today was the day. The day that Madame Olympe Maxime would release the names of the students who will be joining her in attending the tournament at Hogwarts. 

Nova and I were adamant that our names would be in the goblet of fire. Imagine the fame and the glory you’d have… not to mention the bonus of the thousand galleons. But Nova and I had a deal, whoever won would split the money with the other. So overall, it was a win-win situation; apart from the whole possible gruesome, horrible death thing. Worth it.

“Would you stop shoving me!” 

“Let me see.” 

“Get your ass out of the way.” 

The shrill cries of my fellow students echoed through the empty corridors and I knew exactly where they were coming from. 

My stomach felt as though it was going to fall out of me, yet seemed to churn simultaneously. So many unknowns swirled around my mind, a phenomenon I was not fond of. 

After a few deep breaths and an attempted recollection of my emotions, I turned the corner. What I saw next could only be described in one word: bloodbath. A concoction of hair, flowing blue fabric and desperation. 

Every so often one sulking, obviously disappointed girl would emerge from the group. 

“Bullshit. Complete bullshit I reckon.” 

All these years at a girls school and the bitchy, unsupportive comments still took me aback. Maybe one d…. y/n focus. 

Hands landed on my shoulders with a sudden force that made me jump. 

“Y/n, Y/n!” Nova bounced herself in front of me, an obvious smirk plastered across her face, “I’ve already packed my things.” 

I rolled my eyes. Classic Nova. 

“You’ve already read the list?”  

“I like to be optimistic,” she smiled, “you should try it sometime.” 

But before I could attempt even a semi-witty comeback, Nova had joined the pack of hyenas trying to get a view of the board. 

I fell behind. And I couldn’t see shit. If only I was as tall as Madame Maxime, then this really wouldn’t be an issue. So I charged. Funny how quickly people move when you’re forcefully pushing them out of the way. 

Catching up to Nova I watched her place her finger on the list as she skimmed over the names. A short breath escaped me. But I kept my eyes locked on her and refused to look at the list. It was too nerve racking. I was worried about disappointment.

“You…” Nova trailed off as my breath hitched. My eyes remained glued to her as she read the remainder of the list; it could only be one of two responses. And one of those was going to throw a major spanner in the works. 

Nova was unreadable. Her brow remained determined as her pointer finger dropped. Was I going alone? No. Nope. Absolutely, positively no way. 

“Oh, thank fuck for that. It’s me!” Waves of relief and excitement flowed through both Nova and I. 

This was it. It was all coming together. Suddenly those anxious overthinking thoughts about selection had turned to anxious overthinking thoughts about Hogwarts. Possibilities fluttered through my mind. I couldn’t help but be excited. What if… 

“Hey! Hello? Earth to Y/n. Stop daydreaming, we have to pack!” 

//

“Now… I have heard whispers of there potentially being a ball. So you know what that means?” Nova smirked.

I shrugged. Balls had never really crossed my mind to be honest. And didn’t particularly tickle my fancy. 

“Seriously? Can you just act semi-excited at the thought of a stunning dress and seriously gorgeous Scottish or English men, for once?” 

“You’re lucky I like you.” I quipped back. 

“I am way too invested in finding you both a dress and a man to even try to out-wit you right now.” 

Nova winked and began rummaging through my small wardrobe, determined to find me something elegant. This was almost like a real-life Cinderella moment. Rags to riches. A royal family would have nothing on me. 

“Ah ha!” I jumped. Everytime. Nova really didn’t have a lower volume button. “I did it. You’re welcome. Honestly, I don’t need to be a wizard anymore, I’m going into fashion, baby.” She winked. 

A wave of baby blue silk flew across her body as she held the dress up for my inspection. 

“This, this will turn heads.” My head tilted as I looked over the garment, softly rubbing the fabric between my thumb and index finger. 

“I made this dress from my smaller uniform.” 

Nova’s mouth dropped and her eyes widened. She glanced back down to the dress. Then back to me. Then again to the dress. 

“Are you serious? You realise you’re gorgeous and a genius, aka the whole package.” I shoved Nova softly, rolling my eyes. 

“I don’t know, is it too.. revealing?” Gesturing across my collar bones, the neckline of the dress sitting just off the shoulders. 

“Oh come on. English boys? Scratch that. Incredibly gorgeous, mouthwatering English boys?” I didn’t need to look at her to know what she was doing, hearing the kiss-y noises in the air. 

“Put two options in my case.” 

Nova wiggles her eyebrows, knowing she’s gotten her way. 

“What are you wearing to this ‘maybe ball’?” 

“My black scoop back with the halterneck, obviously.” 

“Oh, someone’s hoping to get some attention.” I wink. 

“Hey, it’s the perfect combination of smart and sexy.” 

That was always Nova’s style. But despite all her descriptive ‘S’ words, she left out slutty. 

“A little fling never hurt anyone, y/n.” 

I suck my teeth at her response. Of course she’d go there. But, was she onto something? Suddenly the idea began to consume my thoughts. Hmm, a little fling. I think to myself. 

Lost in my own world, I mindlessly listen to Nova ramble on about other girls coming with us. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the words Nova was stringing together, my thoughts wandered to the idea of a man's hands on my body. The heat. The tension. A hot flush rushed through my body, causing me to cross my legs to stop myself from giving anything away. I hadn’t felt this feeling in a long time. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed a real man’s touch. 

“Where do you go?” 

I jolted my head back to Nova’s attention. Whoops. 

“Sorry, just mentally checking off what I need to pack.” 

Nova shrugged, she was used to it by now. Ever since I’d stopped sleeping with Thomas I tended to go into daydreams a lot. Lack of creative expression, Nova had suggested. But let’s be real, it was 100% horniness. 

With Nova distracted, I slipped my good pairs of lace panties into my suitcase. Just in case. 

“Really? You’re packing your own stationary?” Nova asks, raising her eyebrows. 

“I like to write to my parents. Have a problem?” 

“Nope.” Nova says popping the ‘p’ and shaking her head.

“At least I don’t have Mr Snuggles squashed in my bag.” 

Nova narrows her eyes at me, biting the inside of her cheek. Point 1: y/n. 

“I’m all packed, I think.” Smiling, I change the subject, not waiting for Nova’s sarcastic come back, feeling accomplished in my case. 

Nova quickly looks over the open luggage, nodding in approval at what I have squeezed in. 

“I’m going to go find Fleur and see how she’s going.” Nova smiled, “Say hi to your parents for me.” She winked before swiftly exiting. 

A small sigh escapes my lips as I grab out my personalised stationery. I slowly pull out the chair from my desk and sit, vibrating with excitement about divulging my new adventure to my parents. 

‘Dear Mother and Father, 

Hi, it’s your favourite child. 

Writing to let you know that I have been chosen to join Madame Olympe Maxime and a few other select students to go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. We leave Beauxbatons tomorrow. 

Nova and I are wanting to put our names into the goblet of fire. We are hoping for eternal glory and 1000 Galleons, which we would split if one of us won! 

Fingers crossed I get picked and can bring fame to our name. 

I miss you both and can’t wait to see you again soon. 

Also, Nova says hello. 

Lots of love, 

Y/n xo’

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I am doing a series :D I am starting with three parts and see from there. This will be an soulmates AU and moving a bit slower from main cannon time line so enjoy and tell me what you think.

Title- Centuries of waiting

Pairings- Elijah Mikaelson x Petite!Black!Reader, Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore, Rebekah Mikaelson x Marcel Gerard

Warnings: Fluff, violence, human auction, future smut

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Soulmates was something vampires held in high regard since it was rare for a vampire to have a soulmate but once found a vampire protected their soulmate with their life. But it was even rarer for a vampire's soulmate to also be a vampire. While some vampires took a soulmate and used them as blood bags because of this there was a hand full of known vampire soulmates due to so many soulmates were being drained and killed.

"Marcel? What do you want?" Rebekah asked crossing her arms still angry with her soulmate. Marcel smiled at Rebekah as he had came to ask help with an auction being held by the second oldest vampire society in New Orleans.

"Need to talk with Klaus. What's up with Elijah?" Marcel asked noticing Elijah pacing seemly angry as Caroline was watching worried for the older vampire. Caroline and Elijah had grown close after learning she was Klaus's soulmate and Elijah stood by helping her work through it.

"He caught the scent of his soulmate and we don't know where they are." Rebekah answered Marcel as Elijah sat down finally trying to calm down and Caroline walked up rubbing his shoulders understanding how he felt. Caroline couldn't imagine what she would do if she couldn't find Stefan or Klaus and Elijah reached up kissing her hand muttering a thank you.

"Ah Marcel, what brings you by?" Klaus asked with a smirk getting Elijah's and Caroline's attention.

"There is some kind of elite group of vampires throwing an auction. Rumor is that they have vampire soulmates." Marcel tells Klaus this made the older vampires growl deeply as the Original family held soulmates highly and they agreed to help. Marcel was glad that the Originals were helping but Elijah seemed even more agitated while Hayley was on his arm trying to calm him. They learned that the Society of vampires were made up of vampires that broke off from the Strix when Tristan took over and vampires from Klaus's Sired line and Rebekah's. The Elite is what they called themselves believe they were better than most vampires as they barely went out in the sun and took to the enjoyment being a vampire.

"Ladies and gentlemen please head to the ballroom as the Auction is about to start. We two soulmates up for auction this time around." The Auctioneer said with a smirk as the auction began.

"First up for auction. Is the soulmate of a Original." The Auctioneer said as a suited man came walking out pulling a chain that was attached to a collar that was around your neck. Elijah's jaw tighten watching the man pulled a sheet off of your body leaving you bare, showing off your soft mocha skin, you were shaking clearly scared as Elijah felt his anger flare as thought of these men touching you, his soulmate.

"90 million." Elijah said out biding everyone as Hayley was staring at him in shock. Elijah didn't care about the stares as he was focused on you and your eyes met his while the Auctioneer called Elijah as the winner. With a nod from Klaus, Elijah went to get you ignoring that Hayley followed him.

"Here is your...." Elijah didn't give the vampire a chance to say a word as he snapped the vampire's neck then took off his coat. You looked up at Elijah as he placed his coat over your shoulders then was taken back when you threw your arms around him. Elijah soften as he gently ran his fingers through your hair hushing you softly when you began to sob.

"Th...th..thank you...for finally...finding me." You sobbed hiccupped as Elijah cupped your face realizing you knew he was your soulmate. Elijah wiped your tears away and gently kissed you sealing the bond. You pulled away gasping as you looked up at Elijah having seen every memory and got a peek behind the red door. You knew he saw your memories but you were focused on how Elijah was feeling.

"Baby?" Elijah questioned worried you didn't want him now you knew just what he was and run. You surprised your soulmate by hugging him tightly.

"I still want you, Elijah.... You aren't a monster because you saved me." You tell Elijah reaching up cupping his face squeaking when he picked you up sitting you on his forearm. Elijah's eyes soften smiling as you placed your forehead on his feeling the adoration he held for you threw the bond. Elijah rubbed his nose against yours and Elijah smiled more brightly hearing your giggles as it was music to his ears.

"Elijah? Did you......" Hayley trailed off seeing Elijah holding you with you wearing his coat as he shift your weight to hold you bridal style so you could lay your head on his shoulder.

"Let's go Hayley. I want to get her out of here." Elijah said walking pass the female hybrid as she was taken back how Elijah looked at you in adoration as if you were his whole world. You hadn't realized how tired you were as you fell asleep as for the first time in a long time you felt safe and loved. Elijah walked down the hall with Hayley following after as in another room there was screams and out came a bloody Klaus.

"Your soulmate Elijah?" Stefan asked as Caroline was cleaning Klaus's face as Elijah noticed most of the Elite had escaped.

"Yes, her name is Y/N L/N." Elijah answered Stefan with a soft smile on his face looking at you as you were snored softly.

"Good let's get going Marcel is compelling the other soulmate to forget about all this." Klaus said already planning deaths when he saw you in Elijah's arms and knew you were Elijah's soulmate.

You woke surprised that you clean and in a botton up and saw you were in a bed then turned to see Elijah asleep next to you. You remember what happen as joy and adoration swelled in your chest reaching over gently tracing his face still amazed he was yours.

"Sleep well baby?" Elijah asked voice heavy with sleep making you jump as he surprised you. You smiled seeing he hadn't open his eyes yet and he felt you move closer and Elijah wrapped his arms around you.

"Yes Elijah." You tell him moving to kiss under his jaw but Elijah moved his head catching your lips in a heated kiss humming in delight when you kiss back. A whimper slipped pass your lips feeling Elijah's fingers traced up your inner thigh as his mouth moved to your neck. You gripped his shirt spead your legs a bit shivering hearing his growl with how willing you were under him.

"Elijah, are you awake?" Hayley asked knocking on the door as Elijah groaned against your neck then moved to get off of you. Elijah found it cute that you followed after him by holding the back of his shirt as whispers of 'I love you.' bounced back and forth in the bond. Hayley stared jealousy filling her chest as you three headed to the den.

"So this so call Elite had Elijah's soulmate?" Marcel asked watching Elijah pulled you into his lap as he found it hard to not touch you or hold you while Caroline and Rebekah found it adorable.

"It seems so."

"She is a small one, Elijah. Must be nice as soulmates are made to be perfect for one another." Klaus teased Elijah confusing you but snuggled closer to Elijah as he chuckled rubbing your back. You knew Elijah was perfect as Klaus said but it never really entered your mind as you tuned them out. They were talking about the Elite and how they could be a threat.

"Baby, wake up. I'm taking you clothes shopping." Elijah woke you gently as you hadn't realized you fell asleep and nodded getting up and borrowed some clothes from Caroline and Rebekah. Elijah was spoiling you as you noticed when you stopped getting underwear first. Elijah let you get the fancy French lingerie, lovely silks, soft colored lace, and the softest cotton money could buy. Elijah bought you whatever you wanted no questions asked as you noted he never looked at the price tag and Elijah noted you loved hoodies and soft pajama pants. When it came for soap and hair products Elijah got you the expensive stuff the ones you couldn't buy before. You told Elijah he didn't have to spend so much on you but was sure to tell him you were happy and Elijah told you he enjoyed spoiling you and those he loved as Caroline and Rebekah knew all too well.

"You sure you got her enough things?" Kol teased Elijah as you were putting things away in Elijah's room as he told you it was your room too.

"She needed clothes and bath products."

"Yet the French lingerie? Elijah, I know that was you being selfish." Kol teased smirking as Elijah's cheeks burned with blush. Elijah coughed looking away and looked seeing you come out of the bathroom dressed in pajama pants and his shirt but Elijah saw the peek of lace on the bra you wore.

"I just bought whatever she wanted Kol." Elijah said walking into the room when you called for Elijah and Kol smirked shaking his head leaving. You asked for Elijah's help with your hair which he was more than happy to help you put two french braids in your hair then put the end of the braids into small buns pinning them in place.

"There we are my sweet love." Elijah whispered as you leaned your head back tugging on his tie for a kiss. It was nice as Elijah now knew how his siblings felt having a soulmate and he was never letting you go.

[ren-c-leyn]

Happy STS Ren! Hope you are having a fun one today^^

Today I want to ask, what do you think makes up your writing style? What parts of it do you aim for and what came along as you wrote, what you realized was part of your style after time? And how do you make sure to keep developing as a writer and not get stuck on the same things? Anything you are aiming for to achieve with your style in the future?

And a writing/creative update if you so please :D

@writingonesdreams

Happy sts to you as well, Dreams ^^

While this would be a good question set for almost anyone else, I'm afraid I don't have the in depth answers you were probably hoping for. ^^;

I'm not really sure what makes up my writing style, Dreams. I actually don't have answers for most of these questions. I've never really stopped to pick apart my writing style before. And now that I'm trying, I don't really know where to start or how to go about it.

Most of my writing is just me vomiting up words and praying it's coherent enough I can edit it into looking like I did it on purpose in drafts 2+.

How do I keep developing as a writer? I just keep vomiting up words. There's no real secret here, I just keep writing and get better with experience. Sometimes I think a challenge or a new technique will sound like fun, like writing multiple POVs or writing a story using journal entries and will try that just to see if it works for me.

In fact, most of what people praise me for, like my characters and their dynamics and how my worlds seem vast even though I don't have everything fleshed out, are things I just do without thinking about it. They just became what they are as I've written and tried out new things that sounded interesting.

I didn't even know my poetry had bled into my prose until people started pointing it out to me. When I realized it was there, I decided to start playing with it more. Seeing what I could do with it. That's how I eventually got to where I could write the opening for The Shackles of Time the way I did.

If I hit a snag, I try to work through it. If I can't, then I step back and look at how the chaotic and utterly unpredictable mess that's my writing 'process' has failed me and try to find a way to fix it. I can't fully plot out a novel, it suffocates the characters and worlds, so I went to pantsing. Except having no plot to aim for left me with no direction and the characters lost interest, so I move to plantsing, for example.

If I'm being honest, the fact that I'm still writing despite it and the many personal set backs I've had/am still having is already a major achievement for me. I've come very close to quitting writing before, very close to giving it up for good. So, I'm not trying to write like anyone specifically, I'm not trying to make my writing anything super fancy, or appeal more to a specific group, and I don't really have an end goal for what I want my style to be, I just want to keep telling stories. As long as I'm still writing, my style can evolve to be whatever it wants.

So, yeah, basically the short version is - I don't know. I tried stuff out and it became this, but I'm not going to complain about it because at least I'm still writing.

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Creativity update - Nothing new since wednesday. Still working on the last few follower celebration posts as my primary focus. Nothing else is really going to get done until they do.

... Except for the new project which has joined The Dark Princess project in gnawing at my brain stem for attention. I've fleshed out more of the two main characters and have started brewing a few plot points for it. I'm not going to name it or really commit to anything until I know it intends to stick around.

I've also been considering sitting down and naming the characters in the dark princess wip because having 'jerk noble 1' and 'scheming noble' and 'pissed off princess' is making my outline of the story kind of hard to follow.

I've also been considering drawing the casts of the rest of my projects, but I'm not sure how much time/energy I'm going to have once the holiday season gets underway, so it might not happen anytime soon.

As it stands, I've already decided to skip nano this year. My energy levels are just too low to handle another project on top of everything I'm trying to juggle.

Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a lovely day/evening.