#establishing a routine

[lnk-and-lnspiration]

Building a Writing Routine: How to Make Time for Your Craft

Writing is a craft that requires time, dedication, and discipline. However, in the midst of our busy lives, it can be challenging to find the time to nurture our creative pursuits. Establishing a consistent writing routine is essential for making progress on your projects, improving your skills, and achieving your writing goals. In this article, we will explore the importance of a writing routine…

[kidsinnowadays]

Practical Advice for New Parents: Navigating the First Year with Confidence

Get essential guidance for the first year of parenthood, empowering you to face the challenges with assurance and cherish the precious moments. #NewParents #ParentingTips #ConfidenceInParenthood #FirstYearJourney

Embracing the Adventure of Parenthood The journey of parenthood is a remarkable adventure filled with joy, challenges, and countless unforgettable moments. For new parents, the first year can be a whirlwind of emotions and learning experiences. While it may seem daunting, with the right guidance and support, you can navigate this transformative period with confidence. In this blog post, we’ll…

[nickorite]

Been getting into logo/typography recently, had to make my favorite trio :D

Individual:

[aventurineswife]

Yo yo, do you think you could write hcs about a gn reader who has very sensitive skin who is dating Ratio? I feel like Ratio would love quality time with his lover, and baths together would be one avenue. But what would he do to work around reader’s skin issues? (I have to use special body wash and lotion after bathing otherwise I will literally never stop the itch rip)

Your Skin, My Careful Study

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Thoughtful Partner, Protective Ratio, Skincare & Self-Care, Sensitive Skin Accommodations, Bath Time, Gentle Affection, Intellectual Romance.

Warnings: Just soft, caring Ratio being incredibly attentive and meticulous about your comfort 🫶💜

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that anon 😭🙏 it must be a struggle

Ratio is incredibly detail-oriented, so the moment he learns about your sensitive skin, he researches extensively. He won’t just look up generic solutions—he'll analyze dermatological studies, consult experts, and maybe even develop his own custom regimen for you.

Since he enjoys baths with you, he ensures that the water temperature is just right and only uses the most soothing, hypoallergenic bath products. He even experiments with making his own bath oils infused with gentle, natural ingredients. If he discovers a formula that works well for you, he considers patenting it—just for fun.

Any clothing or bedding he buys for you must pass his “skin test.” If it’s not ultra-soft, breathable, and non-irritating, he won’t allow it near you. He'll special-order silk sheets and make sure your towels feel like clouds. He’d definitely brag about how your comfort is a top-tier priority.

Ratio enjoys the intimacy of helping you with skincare. If applying lotion or soothing balms is necessary, he does it himself with steady, careful hands, taking his time as if he's conducting a delicate experiment. You’ll catch a soft, almost smug smile when he sees how much better your skin feels afterward.

If anyone dismisses your skin sensitivity, Ratio immediately shuts them down with cold, cutting precision. He has zero patience for ignorance and will lecture them until they regret speaking. He’d also subtly shield you from anything that might irritate your skin—whether that means steering you away from strong perfumes or ensuring no rough materials touch you.

If extreme temperatures trigger flare-ups, Ratio devises a plan. He ensures the environment around you is always optimal—whether it's adjusting room humidity, carrying a cooling gel pack, or having custom-tailored clothing for different seasons. If you ever get too warm or too cold, he fixes it before you even have to say anything.

Since he adores wisdom and academia, Ratio turns self-care into a ritual. He'll light gentle, non-irritating candles, put on calming classical music, and wrap you in the softest robe. He may even wear his alabaster mask, joking that he’s your personal guardian of skin health.

He won’t always outright say he worries about your skin, but you'll find neatly organized lists of recommended products, ingredient breakdowns, and skincare guides subtly left in places you'll find them. If you ever tease him about it, he’ll feign indifference—though the faint smirk gives him away.

While enjoying baths together, he casually analyzes the way your skin reacts to different conditions. “Hmm… so your skin prefers lukewarm water over warm. Fascinating.” It’s half-joking, half-genuine curiosity. If you splash water at him in retaliation, he’ll chuckle and retaliate—gently, of course.

While Ratio has a sharp, analytical mind, he softens when it comes to you. If your skin ever gets irritated, he never makes you feel like a burden. Instead, he methodically helps soothe the discomfort, as if it’s the most natural thing in the universe. And when your skin feels good? He subtly admires you more, brushing his fingers over yours with an unspoken sense of pride.

[ladywaterfall]

Got asked illegal questions about my marital status at a job interview! I love being viewed as a potential burden for employers due to the crime of being 30 and a woman! Fuck!

[foursaints]

6’2 black turtleneck figure skated barty save meeeeeeee

no because he's doing something to me too... and what a way of channeling all that ruthlessness / precision / two-faced quality he has in canon.

he skates like he's trying to kill himself but there is also a staggering amount of control! his face is on the back of those sponsored athlete kellogg's cereal boxes! he's pierced his tongue & his hip bones but nowhere visible, and his tattoos are down one arm and the left side of his back because those areas are covered up by his costumes...

crucially i think barty is still as much of a dirtbag, it's just that he appears to become an entirely different person on ice. this barty is just a touch more openly type A but so insufferably smug at all times because he KNOWS he's good... it's the incongruence between the Serious Athlete and the smug piece-of-shit in a ratty thrasher hoodie who's severely hungover at practice. he's sipping a red monster energy and compression-wrapping his ankles. this au is going to kill me i think?? barty & regulus as professional figure skaters who grew up together is genuinely insane

[babynorppa]

come here, reblog some bojere, go on with your life. repeat several times a day.

[canisalbus]

I love the idea of Vasco helping Machete quit smoking, either by gently reassuring and congratulating him, or just straight up throwing the cigarettes away and showing him a whole PowerPoint about how much coffee he could buy with that money

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[kebriones]

I can't talk right now, I'm deifying Alcibiades.

[kakerutori]

Mike, stars in his eyes, holding Will’s cheek as he whispers, “look at me.”

Breathe if you agree!!!

[yukichouji]

Some personal thoughts under the cut. It's fine to skip, I just wanted to put my thoughts somewhere. Always feels less dramatic when I write it down or say it out loud to someone and being stuck alone at home while sick for the second week in a row has to dem thoughts a circling.

Second week of sick leave and I am slowly driving myself insane. Take care of your mental health, kids, or it will take care of you (and not in the nice way)....

All joking aside, last year was just a *lot*, with little to no time/energy to properly digest. And of course, being home sick with not actually enough energy/brainpower to deal with all the feels in a good way but also not enough brain power/energy to keep the mind occupied and from wandering is a great time for things to catch up with you.

I'm making it sound more dramatic than it really is, again, but being an overly dramatic bitch is one of my few joys in life so here we are...

I guess it's just easy for the anxieties to build up when there is so much still hanging in the air that I can't really do anything practical about, yet. Plus the stress of missing work again combined with working in a field where getting a contract that covers a full year and not just chunks of it at a time is actually almost a luxury doesn't help either.

And this is, like, the forth or fith time this winter that I've been sick and off work for multiple weeks at a time. Gotta talk to my doctor about that, too, for sure. I guess I just need to live with the fact that health (in the physical sense) is an issue now, that trying to power through will make it worse, that my health is what dictates what I can and cannot do, not what I want, etc. etc.

I've had my mental health setting my cans and can'ts for me for the first health of my life and now it's the physical on top of that from here on out. I'm not a medical professional, but I've done a lot of reading to try to understand better what is happening to me and I think this may just be part of what living in a constant state of life or death stress response (what cPTSD does to you) catching up with the physical form of it all. You know?

Avoiding stress as best I can is now mandatory, not because it will actually make the stuff I'm dealing with better, but because that's the only option in not making it worse.

I don't have the energy to go over the whole story right now, but in an attempt to not sound so obtuse: I got diagnosed with three different food intolerances last year (dealt with EDs for over a decade, plus stress and the gut is a thing. I know some of that stuff is heredetary, but not always. Gotta have fucked something up there) which meant having to completely restructure my eating habits. Still trying to figure shit out honestly, it's *complicated*TM. And severe sleep apnea (apparently I just stop breathing over 50 times an hour at night for no good reason. My brain not giving the signal to breathe is the problem, not the usual, physical thing where your air way collapses and blocks itself) so now I sleep with a breathing machine (and will for the rest of my life, probably). And PLMDs, kind of like restless leg, where your brain keeps sending signals to your arms and legs to move and that keeps waking you up at night. Am trying to find the right meds for that but have not yet been successfull. Both are accasserbated by stress. I am constantly tired to the point of barely being able to function. Plus pretty intense Endomitriosis, which seems to also have affected my gut. Meds for that are mostly working, as of a couple of months ago, thank god. Still needs a bit of fine tuning, but I've finally found a pill that dials down most of the symptoms to way tolerable and doesn't make me feel so depressed I just want to die. So that's cool.

We have a system here in germany where you can get "disability percentages" based on how badly your quality of life is impaired by the illnesses your dealing with and it is getting harder and harder to get them, but I at least want to try. It would help with some stuff. But I gotta have the energy for the process and you can also only include things that you've had at least half a year of treatment for, so I still need to wait a little bit.

Trying to come to terms with all of this has been a bit, well, you know... Not easy. A lot of the time I'm still just kind of, too tired to feel much of anything, which helps. But is unpleasant when you've just got enough energy again to do feel things, but not enough to really do anything about it.

Gotta give yourself room to feel and breathe and just proccess, I guess.

With all of this doom an gloom, I kind of feel that it's important to state that I very much know that in the grand sceme of things my own suffering is miniscule compared to the suffering that others are going through right now. None of this will kill me outright. I still have much more quality of life than others with chronic illnesses (it gets so much worse than me here). And I'm still very glad to be here, alive, and all that. None of that sort of doom and gloom here. Just kinda wanted to get all that off my chest I guess. I write to get things out of my head and process them. Even though usually it's a little more refined than whatever this ended up being.

If you actually read to the end of this, I apologize. Here is some tea.

Go wrap yourself in a comfy blanket. Get yourself a treat, maybe. Do something nice for yourself.

[aventurineswife]

Morning Routine w/ Aventurine plz 🥺🙏🏻

The Gamble of Morning Light

Summary: A rare glimpse into Aventurine's softer side unfolds during a quiet morning spent with you. From playful banter about burnt pancakes to tender moments of vulnerability, the two of you share a peaceful domestic routine. As Aventurine navigates his guarded nature and opens up, he learns to appreciate the simplicity and warmth of just being in your presence.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Soft Aventurine, Morning Routine, Vulnerability, Playful Banter.

Warnings: Brief mentions of Aventurine’s guarded nature and emotional struggles (nothing explicit), Very mild angst (blink and you’ll miss it!), Mentions of cooking mishaps (pancakes may be slightly burnt).

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse suite, casting a warm, golden hue across the polished floors and sleek furnishings. It was quiet. The usual hum of the city outside felt distant, as if the world was still asleep. In the heart of this moment, Aventurine was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with his fingers lightly drumming the surface of his nightstand.

His usual attire had been replaced by loose pajamas that clung to his figure just enough to hint at the man beneath. His hair, tousled from sleep, fell messily around his face, making him look far less imposing than his usual sharp-edged self. He smiled softly, that enigmatic smile of his, as he glanced over at you.

You shifted in bed, the quiet crackle of sheets breaking the silence. You felt the warmth of the blanket pull away slightly as Aventurine leaned over to kiss your forehead, his cool breath brushing over your skin. His lips lingered for a moment, then he pulled back, his gaze lingering on you.

“Good morning, my dear,” he said, his voice a low, gentle purr.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting his gaze, their unsettling depth now softened with tenderness. You could tell he hadn’t fully shaken off his early morning melancholy, the remnants of his past struggles quietly tugging at him. But for this moment, he was here with you, in this peaceful quiet.

“Morning,” you mumbled sleepily, stretching out in the bed. “What are you up to?”

Aventurine tilted his head with a faint smirk, watching you stretch. “I was thinking of starting my day with a gamble,” he said, his voice light, though there was that familiar flicker of mischief in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “A gamble? This early?”

He chuckled softly, his fingers playing with the fabric of the sheets. “A gamble in the form of breakfast. You see, I’m going to make us pancakes… but I’ll leave the rest up to chance. Will they turn out perfect? Or will they be… slightly more charred than desirable?”

He winked, the playful gleam in his eyes returning. For a moment, the weight of the world seemed far away. You smiled, enjoying this rare, playful side of him. He was known for his calculating nature and intense strategies, but with you, he could be this soft, unpredictable version of himself.

“Alright,” you said, shifting to sit up, “but if they’re burnt, you’re cleaning the kitchen.”

With a soft chuckle, Aventurine stood from the bed, brushing a hand through his messy hair as he made his way toward the kitchen. You could hear him humming lightly as he moved about, preparing ingredients for the pancakes. His movements were precise, almost as if he were orchestrating a performance.

You made your way to the bathroom, splashing water on your face to wake up fully. As you stepped back into the bedroom, you found Aventurine already dressed—well, partially, still in his pajamas, but his usual accessories were carefully arranged on the countertop.

A subtle shift in his posture caught your attention, though. He was fussing over the pancakes, but there was a hint of tension in his hands as he carefully flipped one onto the plate. His left hand twitched briefly, his fingers curling and uncurling in an instinctive, almost imperceptible motion that only you ever noticed.

Aventurine looked up, his usual playful smile returning, but there was something deeper beneath it. “Nervous?” he repeated, his voice light but with an edge of guardedness. “No, I simply… enjoy the thrill of the unknown.”

“You know,” you began casually, leaning against the doorframe, “if you’re nervous about it, I can always help.”

You could tell he was deflecting, but it wasn’t just the pancakes that had him on edge. It was the fear of imperfection, of control slipping through his fingers. He wasn’t used to not having every moment calculated. And yet, this moment with you—where things didn’t have to be perfect—was something he needed more than he realized.

Stepping into the kitchen, you casually approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I like it when you let go a little,” you said softly, your voice warm. “It’s… kind of nice.”

Aventurine's eyes flicked to yours for a brief moment, a quiet storm behind his gaze. The vulnerability he often masked was barely perceptible here, as he allowed himself to just be in your presence. For once, he wasn’t playing a game. Not with you.

You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, which seemed to break through whatever wall he’d subconsciously erected. Aventurine’s breath caught, and for a brief moment, he froze—his usually unflappable demeanor cracking just a little.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing a plate and filling it with pancakes that—while not perfect—were certainly edible. “Let’s just enjoy this. No wagers, no gambles. Just us.”

He stared at you for a moment, that familiar enigmatic smile returning, though it was softer, more genuine. “You truly are a difficult one,” he said, his voice quiet, yet full of warmth. “I’m not used to this… simplicity. But perhaps you’re right. Perhaps a little less calculation is what I need right now.”

Sitting down together at the table, you shared the meal, a calm comfort settling between you both. The pancakes weren’t perfect—some were slightly burnt—but the moment felt flawless in its own way. Aventurine laughed lightly as you teased him about the mishaps, the sound of his laughter a rarity that filled the air like a sweet melody.

As you both lingered over breakfast, the soft clink of utensils and the quiet hum of conversation filled the space. Aventurine’s eyes never strayed too far from you, his attention fully captured, even as his usual mind worked in the background.

But for now, there was no strategy. No high-stakes gambles. Just the warmth of a quiet morning spent with the one person who truly saw him.

And for the first time in a long while, Aventurine let himself enjoy the simplicity of it. The thrill of this moment—without the need for a wager.

[ijustreallywantagrilledcheese]

Horse Ranch Unlocks for All!

COME GET YALLS JUICE.

Google Drive Link here, and ONCE AGAIN IF YOU HAVE A SFS ACCOUNT PLEASE INVITE ME SO I CAN STOP LINKING TO GOOGLE DRIVE IT DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT.

Okay, these unlocks are actually pretty neat.

I'M SORRY, I FORGOT!

[lylahammar]

so cruel that severance fridays are fridays bc the new episodes always fill me with motivation to paint a bunch but then it's the weekend and I can't take my ADHD meds until monday 😩

[fisheito]

So I was looking at waiter Yakumo and noticed that he had wavy hair. His hair straight normally so who was the one who curled his hair? DOES KLEIN EVEN HAVE CURLING IRONS???? Anyways all of this is to say please imagine Eiden helping Yakumo get ready and that involves putting those old timey curlers in Yakumo's hair before he went to bed so he can have curls the next morning

uhdisomFINMF u are making me IMAGINE!!!!!! yakumo about to apply for the job and wondering if he should present himself a certain way eiden going ;))) you look sexy with your hair pushed back ;))) (but before yakumo can stutter out his embarrassment) eiden gives him the very encouraging "but for real i think you look great as you are!! <3" then aster crashes onto the scene and announces that he will not have his servants treasured colleagues looking anything less than PEAK presentable!!!!! *whips out the old timey pink hair curlers*

[ambyandony]

heres the limbo fusions with the rest of the vento aureo main protags

Limbo + Mista

Mimbo - any pronouns

"Are u lost bbygrl? :)"

(They give a weird stare if asked for a full name. They only use Mimbo, even though it’s a combination of Limbo’s forename and Mista’s surname.)

most stable Limbo fusion merely by virtue of Mista’s simple ability to just not give a fuck.

GET YOUR GUN OUT OF YOUR CLEAVAGE!

bitch gon step on my fuckin toe bitch with them fuckin cowgirl fuckin boots

VITALLY important that you know that despite being easily mistaken as fem on first glance, Mimbo also has the deepest voice of any Limbo fusion for literally no reason other than it’s funny to me. They also have sideburns

Stand: Mighty Wings - Redirects Signals. Still a colony Stand, looks like tiny little pastel fighter jets!

Limbo + Abbacchio

Lio Adkio - they/them

“Don’t say SHIT about my mascara or my eyeliner.”

“In fact, don’t fucking look at me or I’ll have to kill you or myselves.”

stable only because when Limbo started panicking in the mindspace, Abbacchio simply pointed and snapped at her to CALM THE FUCK DOWN. and she did so immediately.

nicer than Abbacchio. not by that much, though… but weirdly apologetic about it.

the eyeliner doesn’t appear to be due to crying, it seems that it just looks like that.

bazongas?

Stand: Keeping The Faith? Never Too Late? Shawty like a melody-

“rewinds” signals to previous states or connections and/or can do a “replay” of those signals’ succeeded actions (i.e. having a phone replay a prior conversation) Unfortunately, it’s pretty useless in combat.

Limbo + Giorno

Glimbo Giovadkins - she(?)/they/them

“Wouldn’t you like to hear one of my 765 fun facts about aerodynamics, animals or Air Bud?”

“I also have a few facts about botany, blood and birds.”

stable, until they’re not. they’re incredibly calm and delightful, but when they think someone’s mad at them they panic and start excessively apologising.

genuinely the softest cutest sweetest lil bitch you’ve ever seen. also traumatised with a guilty conscience and can flip on a dime in a terrifying way.

shortest Limbo fusion for no clear reason? shorter than both Limbo and Giorno.

Squalo’s worst fear.

sounds pretty much how you would expect.

Stand: Crystal Dolphin - can transform signals into life��by taking the signals out of something, typically disabling it, they can create life like Gold Experience can. The more complex the device, the bigger its potential creation.

Limbo + Buccellati

Bimbo Luno Adkellati - they/them

"...I've lost the conversation. I'm gonna go make pizza!"

Megan Thee Stallion?!

has no idea what’s going on for some reason? always looks a little confused and loses track of conversations very quickly.

very good with kids! practically unable to have a coherent conversation with Abbacchio. They don’t seem too distressed, but they just stop making much sense and seem to confuse themselves.

Stand: When Doves Cry? Perhaps Freewill? Uhm… I don’t know? Maybe it can sort of, ‘zip’ signals together, combining two or more functions into one sent signal? Bruno's ability is just so specific... I can't think of many ideas.

Limbo + Fugo

Fimbo (Pannalimbo Adkigo) - they/them

"STOP TALKING ABOUT FREUD BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH MY FUCKING BRACELETS!!!"

( Note: all currently depicted instances of Fimbo seem to be post-PHF, as Fimbo is almost always seen with the mouth scars hidden by the tattoo.)

enemy of the state. punches fascists. lovecore punk goth. in terms of authority figures they only respect Buccellati and Limbo’s dad.

AuDHD trauma poster child. Short fuse but very friendly until something sets them off and they start screaming and or burst into fucking tears.

Self-love in the sense that the fusionmates care about each other deeply and both sides are trying to look out for the other knowing the other won't look out for themself.

Stand: Cabin Fever - Terrifying deathly virus that, rather than being airborne like Purple Haze, is passed though signal transmission. Fimbo doesn’t know if the virus is the same as Purple Haze, a different strain of it, or something entirely different. It spreads most quickly through vocal communication between two people.

Limbo + Narancia

Nimbus Ghirgins - he/they/she

"tummyache... :("

Libby why does my stomach feel like it’s going to fucking collapse in on itself and why are my knuckles torn? aren’t they supposed to bruise when you punch?

bad relationship with food. Hanahaki disease, what are you doing here? (/ij)

sometimes they find Mista sitting around, sit next to him and fall asleep on him immediately

incredibly bad with emotions and doesn’t even get angry they just get overwhelmed instantly at any presence of significant emotion

Stand: Falling in Love/Hard on the Knees - who the fuck let this kid control CO2 emissions?? They can barely control themselves???