#insp: adult children

[imogenkol]

Rewatching Ahs*ka and thinking about how Imogen would be in her mid to late 40s during this timeline and just….. Imogen with gray streaks in her hair. That’s it. That’s the post.

[kitsuvil]

— resigning [scaramouche x gn!reader]

warnings/notes; cursing, fluff, smoking, cigarettes, heavily insp by uramichi, soft scara is eternal, scara who has a soft spot for kids is the only scara, use of kunikuzushi as his name bcs i will die in my grave still calling him that it's beautiful, yn and scara are adults

summary; you volunteer at your nearby daycare pretty often... of course, only to help out with the children. it's not like there's a really hot guy who constantly complains about wanting to quit his job but stays for the kids, not at all. today's volunteer work is a field day trip.

"Kuni, catch!"

"We're on nickname basis now?" He grabs the bottle of cold water I tossed him from the air.

"It's not my fault your name is too long to say."

"You act as if it's my fault. I didn't name myself, after all."

"Still, you're the one with the name."

"Whatever, don't be surprised if I start suddenly calling you sweetie pie baby cakes."

"What?..."

"I'm joking."

Kunikuzushi gives me a deadpan stare, telepathically nagging me for actually thinking he would ever call me that. Before I can pick out a response though, Lisa calls us out.

"This field day was not made for people to flirt, go on and take care of the children, you lovebirds."

"Say that again and I'm writing my resignation papers."

"Maybe in your dreams, for now I want you to go check on the bouncy house."

"Fuck you."

"Kunikuzushi, mind your language—may I remind you once again, we're around children?"

He trudges off, leaving me stifling my chuckle at how quickly Lisa got him back on track.

"You too, Y/N. Volunteer work isn't couples work, can you check on the playground area? Especially the sandbox... You know what happened last week."

"You got it."

I do in fact remember what happened last week. The daycare's playground was entirely covered in sand because the kids couldn't keep the sand where they're supposed to... Something about digging down to Australia? I'm sure Lisa doesn't want a repeat of that, especially in a park she doesn't own and was offered to borrow for the day from the mayor.

"Y/N! Come play with us!" A group of children run towards me upon spotting me walking towards them. They stare with their expert puppy dog eyes, practically begging. "Guys... Only if you pinky promise to keep everything clean and not hurt each other," I give in with a long sigh. "We promise! We love playing with you!" They all share high fives and I can recognize all 4 of them as Beatrice, Elizabeth, Marie, and Sara.

This group has always been so sweet, though all of them have spent a few years here from the amount of time their parents work, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm overjoyed that of all places, they ended up here.

"I finished checking on the bouncy house but... What are you doing over here?" Kuni comes up from behind me.

"Having fun with the kids. What's with that look—do you want to join? Hiding jealousy isn't your strong suit, you know."

"Shut it."

"Ooooh! Mister Kuni said a bad word!" The little group cheers.

"There's a lot more where that came from," Kuni laughs while gritting his teeth at their choice of address.

"Maybe not, stop yourself there. You can come join us, though, don't be shy," I offer my hand out to him.

He hesitates a little before taking it, but nonetheless comes down and crouches with the rest of us. Strangely enough, his hand is warm. It sends butterflies fluttering through my entire body, also creating goosebumps whenever I think about our entwined hands. His hands are fine, smooth, not a single callous on any of his finger tips.

"Y/N, are you okay? You're clutching my hand as if the world is about to end," He raises his eyebrow as his voice brings me out of my trance.

"Yeah, no, I'm perfectly fine. I just- Let's go play hide and seek or something..."

Marie scoots closer towards Kuni, getting closer to his ears. She says something I can't pick out with my ears, but I do understand what it was after seeing the expression laid out on Kuni's face. "Marie, that stuff isn't for kids to talk about. Spend your time playing here, not thinking about boyfriends and all those things. Save it for when you're actually our age."

"But..." She sits back down, looking deflated.

I shove my shoulder up to his, teasing him, "What did she say, huh?"

"Nothing you need to know."

The kids scurry away and whisper amongst themselves, coming out with an announcement momentarily after.

"Y/N, Mister Kuni, we have something to perform for you guys!"

"A performance, you say? I can't wait to see it!" I get comfortable, ready to watch whatever silly show or dance they came up with.

"Yay!" The kids cheer, forming into a line and holding hands.

"Y/N and Kuni, sitting in a tree!" Beatrice starts them off, but the rest of them follow in unison, "K I S S I N G!"

I pause in shock, throwing a hand over my mouth immediately after hearing their song.

"Guys, guys, please, stop it, that's..."

"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!" They practically jump up in glee.

What genius children.

Kuni and I stare off into yonder, frozen in time with embarrassment, refusing to look at each other.

"I'm going to report you four to Lisa. No singing about kissing, marriage, or... Especially making babies." Kuni demands, entirely red faced.

"WAIT! Please not Miss Lisa... We're sorry," They stare at their toes, acting innocent.

I sigh in defeat, unable to be angry at them, "We can let them off for now, it's fine, we have other things to be taking care of anyway."

"Like what?"

"Have you seen the time? It's almost dinner, we have to prepare the food and get ready to send the kids home in an hour or so."

"Oh. I guess you're right. Time flies fast during work... Especially when you're helping out."

I pretend to not hear the last part he muttered under his breath.

Of course, with bickering in between, we manage to finish handing out dinner and return the children to their parents without... too much struggle. The fiasco from before gets reported to Lisa, but instead of getting upset, she just waves it off with a laugh, and "Even the kids understand what's going on, whatever is going on between you two needs to get figured out."

Damn Lisa.

But we're actually alone, stuck packing our stuff and getting ready to leave ourselves.

"Y/N, I'm taking you home. I know you didn't arrive with a car, neither did I, it's already dark and I don't trust you out there alone," Kuni comes up behind me.

"Awe, you want to make sure I'm safe? That's sweet."

"No, I don't want to be blamed for not keeping you safe if anything happens. There's a difference."

"Whatever you say, let's go. I'll invite you in for some dessert if you stay obedient during the walk home."

"Obedient? You think of me as a dog? Maybe I won't take you home anymore, I'll leave you for dead instead."

"That's just mean, I was kidding, I know you wouldn't leave me for dead anyway," I laugh at how quickly he responded with annoyance.

"Be quiet, let's just go."

"I'm perfectly fine with that."

A few minutes into our walk, Kuni brings out a lighter and a cigarette from the small backpack he was carrying.

"You smoke?" I question as he takes the cigarette to his mouth, lighting it.

He takes it out of his mouth for a second to respond, "I think it'd be more surprising if I didn't smoke. How else would I get through life?"

"I mean, you don't see me smoking to get through every day."

"I don't, but that's exactly why you should try it sometime. You want one?" He offers.

"Just this once," but a thought runs through my head when I accept his offer.

"...But only if you light my cigarette with yours."

"You mean... You want a cigarette kiss? Fuck you, this is why I can't keep you out of my head, how are you gonna go and casually pull this shit," He looks away, almost as if to ignore my statement.

"What was that?" I grin.

"You're imagining things, I didn't say anything."

"Right," I feign ignorance.

Kuni speaks up after a short moment of silence, "I'll take you up on that whole dessert thing, in that case. Only if you make it a date, 'sweetie pie baby cakes.' "

i had the time of my life writing this, its been in my drafts for so long i came up with the idea like months ago LMAO i hope everyone enjoys ty for reading and take care of urself <3

[myz-wykkyd]

Rosalie Wilde Masterpost

6/3/2024: Masterpost for one of my main ocs, Rosalie Wilde! Though primarily used for farming sim related content, Rosalie is a multiverse oc with many aus. Below the cut you will find basic information about her and her various universes, a list of tags, completed memes, trivia, and other content relating to her.

BASICS  Full Name: Rosalie Wilde

Rowdy Rose (MLP)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Adult | 28 Date of Birth: February 14th | Spring 14th, PY 70 (MTAS) Place of Birth: Verse Dependent | Sandrock (MTAS) Occupation:  Verse Dependent

Privateer (Red Rising)

Captain of the Lady's Secret (Red Rising, Pikmin)

Space Explorer (Pikmin)

Builder (MTAS)

Farmer / Rancher (MTAS, MLP, Pikmin, DND, Pokemon)

Paladin/Warlock (DnD)

Species:  Verse Dependent

Human (Farming Sims, MTAS, Pokemon)

Pink (Red Rising)

Sheep (CoTL)

Koppaite (Pikmin)

Half-Elf (DnD)

Height: 5’3" (160 cm) Weight: ~145 lbs Body Type: Feminine, athletic. Surprisingly strong. Eye Color: Seafoam Green Hair Color: Pink

PERSONALITY & SKILLS  MBTI: ENFJ | The Protagonist Written Description:

Possessed with a beguiling combination of grace and grit. Rosalie exudes an air of sophistication, with the comportment one would expect from a lady who grew up in high society. She is highly intelligent, well-initiated in matters of social etiquette, and her manners are immaculate- or at least, they are most of the time. However, despite her feminine bearing, there’s a certain, rough edge to everything she does that hints at her adventurous spirit. For all her elegance, Rosalie has a wild side that can't be tamed.

A fiery young woman whose adaptability and resourcefulness make her a force to be reckoned with in any realm she sets her sights on, which has served her well in life considering her propensity for diving into every challenge that presents itself head first. But even when faced with failure her determination and never-give-up attitude means she always finds a way to recover from her mistakes- and turn a dire situation back in her favor.

Down-to-earth, resourceful, and dependable, Rosalie is a hard-worker who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.

She has a comically quick temper- and her fearsomeness during these moments have earned her a reputation for being quite frightening. Those who know her best would consider it understandable, but not all together warranted. Because while her anger is something to fear, it only flares in moments it’s truly warranted- generally in the face of cruelty, injustice, arrogance, or laziness. In such circumstances, Rosalie never hesitates to speak her mind, stand up for what’s right and swiftly ensure that the perpetrators correct their mistake. She has an incredible wit and is quick to deliver biting comebacks. When it comes down to it, she’s a surprisingly skilled fighter.

While her headstrong nature rubs some people the wrong way, it's impossible to ignore that her actions stem from a fierce desire to protect others. Though she’s admired for her bravery, occasionally she can be perceived as stubborn.

Her feistiness ironically belies a warm, affable disposition. At her core, Rosalie is a charming young woman who is full of life and spirit- and her infectious energy lifts the spirits of all those around her.

Rosalie is known to have a fondness for animals and the environment, she cherishes children, and is a supportive and understanding friend who cares deeply about her loved ones. She is often the first person to offer support to those who appear to be struggling, and is not afraid to sacrifice her own time or comfort to help those she cares about without ever expecting anything in return.

RELATIONSHIPS Father: Russel Wilde (MTAS) Mother: Winona Wilde (MTAS) Siblings: Unnamed Half-Brother (MTAS) Other Relatives: - Theodore (Stepfather; MTAS)

Closest Friends: - WIP

Notable Partners:

Logan (MTAS)

Owen (MTAS)

Kjeld (Multiverse) | Owned by r0b0tak @ DA

NOTES

WIP

WIP

ROSALIE'S TAGS

oc: rosalie wilde

art: rosalie wilde

oc inspo: rosalie wilde

ship: rosalie x logan

ship: rosalie x owen

ship: rosalie x kjeld

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES & TIMELINES

au: rosalie wilde (mtas)

au: rosalie wilde (MLP)

au: rosalie wilde (pokemon)

au: rosalie wilde (pikmin)

au: rosalie wilde (red rising)

au: rosalie wilde (cyberpunk)

au: rosalie wilde (dnd)

au: rosalie wilde (minecraft)

au: rosalie wilde (cult of the lamb)

CHARACTER SHEETS & MEMES

Primary Reference

My OC in Symbolism (OLD)

Character Inspiration (OLD)

(General) Rosalie Questions 1

(General) Rosalie Questions 2

(MTAS) Rosalie Questions 1

(MTAS) Rosalie Questions 2

META & PERSONAL REFLECTIONS

WIP

VIDEOS & CLIPS

WIP

[apricitystudies]

what i read in march 2021:

(insp) (jan ed.) (feb ed.) (bold = favourite)

class & race

a degree promises a better life but social mobility has a downside too (australia)

children from low-income families and the power of ‘significant adults’ (singapore)

atlanta spa shootings: how we talk about violence (usa)

us massage parlour shootings should ring alarm bells in australia: the same racist sexism exists here

if museums want to diversify, they’ll have to change. a lot. (usa)

gender/sexuality

judith never came home': deadly fate of 'disappeared' women in peru

pm, are you listening? here are our stories. hear us roar (australia)

sex, power and anger — a history of feminist protests in australia

russia’s deadly negligence of domestic violence

being gay in ghana: lgbt community is ‘under attack’

politics, climate change, & covid

the grit and determination of myanmar's young rebels

france's president macron doesn't get the impact of colonialism on algeria

paying for a plastic bag isn't enough to change our dependence on it (singapore)

‘we clap if none die’: covid forces hard choices in sierra leone

the lost year: what the pandemic cost teenagers

culture & media

what women’s hairstyles said about china’s qing dynasty

the lies hollywood tells about little girls

'they become dangerous tools': the dark side of personality tests

the goldbergs: tv's first family sitcom

[artemisocs]

Lydia Fitzroy → Turning Page [ poster reveal ]

From only six years of age, Lydia Fitzroy had known that she would marry Anthony Bridgerton. Not out of any girlhood fantasy, nor any romantic desire whatsoever, it was simply practical, and Lydia always prided herself on her practicality. Their families were notoriously inseparable, the friendship between Theodore Fitzroy and Edmund Bridgerton only surpassed by that of their wives, and it had only made sense that they would one day unite the two.

Despite being six years his junior, Lydia and Anthony had been in agreement about their eventual marriage since the summer before Anthony left for university. It would be no great romance, but it would be theirs. A companionship, one that promised happiness if not true love, and it could wait. It would wait; until Lydia had made her debut, until Anthony had established himself as Viscount, until they were ready to have and raise children.

But time had a way of changing even the most carefully laid plans, and two years after she was supposed to make her debut — ten years since she had last seen Anthony Bridgerton — Lydia Fitzroy has finally returned to London, and will have to face her childhood plans as a proper adult; will have to face Anthony Bridgerton as a woman grown for the very first time, and no amount of practicality could ever truly prepare her.

(insp / template)

Tag List: want to be added?

[natolesims]

for the ask game: 5,7, and 8. lots of love! ❤

Hey there!! Thanks! 

Since I already answered 5 and 8, I´ll be explaining only answer 7~ The repeated questions are quoted at the end!

7. Do you have any characters you believe might be misunderstood by your readers?  

Maybe not right now. I have a couple of future candidates in mind, but since I have so little characters introduced in the stories right now, there might not be that much of misunderstanding. I also think that happens because I tend to remark personalities pretty strongly.

5. Are there any scenes in your story that you enjoy re-reading?  

Actually, I like re-reading the whole story xD It helps me reinforce the ideas I have for the actual gameplay I’m into, or sometimes It helps me come up with different ideas. But I specially enjoy the “adult phase” of the protagonists, where they interact with their children or try to settle down.

8. Are there any plots or characters that have changed dramatically since you initially began writing them?  

YUP. As some of you have already noticed, I mix a general storyline thought and gameplay development for my stories, and sometimes I have this really clear idea of what I want for a character or event, but when I’m in game sometimes those characters start acting waaaaay differently of what I mentaly protrayed. In earlier story-making intents, I had two options: a) stress about trying to get everything to be exactly as I wanted, or b) embrace change and try to adjust the events. And stress was baaaad.

I really struggled at first, but then I got used to my erratic sims and started to genuinely have fun while playing (that’s one of the main reasons I keep some gameplay elements in the storytelling) and they even gave me super cool ideas for the stories! I think that’s the way a good part of some “table turning” events insp. came from.

[ananyamallick]

Public Health and Social Media

Social media can be used to increase health awareness. Today people spend less amount of time on reading articles and books, social media platforms can help them be aware of the regular and latest health issues (i.e., diabetes, obesity, nutrition, common diseases) through engaging contents like posters and short videos. 

Social media should be utilized to promote public health issues because On open access sites, social media hits millions of people.

Two-thirds of adults in 40 countries use the internet, with 76 percent of those using social media sites (Smith, A. & Anderson, M., 2021). As a result, proactive health promotion using these methods will save money that would otherwise be spent on costly advertisements in traditional media.

Sometimes raising awareness is simply reminding the target audiences about fundamental health practices or addressing common issues on healthy living. Sometimes it is sharing more factful information because of the emergency, such as, in current situation of covid 19 where people need to be informed with data on a daily basis on the case numbers, different government policies, etc.

1.       To provide input on a variety of topics;

2.       To respond to medical questions;

3.       To promote communication between patients and health care providers;

4.       To gather data on patient perceptions and opinions;

5.       To use SM as a health intervention, for health promotion and education;

6.       To eliminate stigma associated with illness; and

7.       To establish a mechanism for online consultations.

 Social media are used as tools for public health promotion not only by local but also many international organizations. WHO, the World Bank, and the United Nations Children's Fund are among the organizations that frequently use social media to promote health and have amassed millions of followers worldwide, thanks to accounts tailored to geographic contexts, cultural backgrounds, languages, and local issues. The World Health Organization (WHO) launched the global eHealth strategy in 2012 to promote, create, and evaluate activities that include these platforms (World Health Organization, 2016). The Center for Nutrition and Health Research (CINyS), a division of the INSP, began a comprehensive social media campaign in 2017 aimed at disseminating science and nutrition policies aimed at combating obesity, such as food advertisement laws, taxes, and FOPL programs (World Health Organization, 2016). 

But challenges are also present in using social media for public health promotions. Misleading information which is often supported by false accounts  is a great challenge to tackle  for health promotion through social media.

References

Smith, A. & Anderson, M., 2021. Social Media Use 2018: Demographics and Statistics. Pew Research Center: Internet, Science & Tech. Available at: https://www.pewresearch.org/internet/2018/03/01/social-media-use-in-2018/ [Accessed April 26, 2021].

World Health Organization. Global diffusion of eHealth: making universal health coverage achievable. Report of the third global survey on eHealth; 2016. https://www.who.int/goe/publications/global_diffusion/en/ [Accessed April 26, 2021]. 

[consultingsister-aa]

a very strong cee insp, especially for cee as a mother, is mrs coulter from hdm. the possessiveness, that need for perfection and impatience with children, she’ll choose looking good over feeling good every time and that’s hard to understand and can be extremely damaging for children. but that doesn’t mean she can’t be kind and soft with them and there is an occasional plus side to trying to treating children like adults, she’ll never treat her children like they’re stupid, she expects a lot from them though

[chezzkaa]

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 2100+

Date posted: 18 Nov 2018

Megan Pottsman Missing 17/12/2015 - Found 22/12/2015 Body, female. 10 yo. Found 500 meters past tree line. Blunt force trauma. Lacerations across torso, shoulders, base of skull. Clear Bear Attack. No labs required.

SCRIPT

Interview with Mathew. D. Pottsman (Father) Interviewer: Officer G. Sorola Supervisor: Det. Insp. M. Hullum 17/12/2015 03:37am

Sorola: Hello, Mr. Pottsman, I’m Officer Sorola. I’m going to ask you some questions relating to your daughter’s disappearance. Please remember that you will need to tell us everything so that we can do our jobs.

Pottsman: Yeah, okay. I can do that.

Sorola: And you’re alright with being recorded?

Pottsman: Yes.

Sorola: Then lets get started. Mr. Pottsman, when was the last time you saw Megan?

Pottsman: Probably at dinner the night she went missin’. I made her favourite, and she wanted to watch TV. I went to do some reading and left her watching some cartoon show.

Sorola: Is that all?

Pottsman: I heard her.

Sorola: Pardon?

Pottsman: I heard her. There was a knock on the door and she answered it. I heard her tell me she was going out, and that’s the last of it. Told her to come back before the snow got too bad. When the street lamps came on. But she… she didn’t.

Sorola: Any ideas as to which of her friends it was?

Pottsman: … no.

Sorola: No?

Pottsman: That’s what I said. I don’t know which friend it was.

Sorola: So, please let me know if I’ve somehow misunderstood you. You let your 10 year old daughter leave the house with someone you assume to have been a friend, of who you don’t know, in the middle of a brewing snow storm? And, more importantly,you made no effort to check on your daughter and her friend for yourself.

Pottsman: No, no now you’re making it sound like I wanted her to leave. Like I don’t love my daughter!

Sorola: I haven’t said anything of the sort.

Pottsman: You don’t have too! You’re sat right in front of me acting all high and mighty. You know what? It’s my fault. There, I said it. It’s all my fault. I was a shitty dad and now my daughter is missing. If Megan doesn’t come back I’m going to be the one that’s killed her. Not whoever took her, not the weather. Not some wild animal. Me, cus I couldn’t bring myself to be a good dad.

Sorola: Mr. Pottsman, please. No one here is accusing you of anything. Right now this is a missing persons case and we’re doing everything we can to locate your daughter. That includes interviewing everyone that came into contact with her before the incident. The person who you claim to have knocked on the door is a prime suspect, and possibly the last person to have seen Megan. Is she likely to have left with an adult?

Pottsman: I don’t think so. She understood stranger danger.

Sorola: What about an adult she recognised?

Pottsman: Listen here, officer. Everyone in this town knows everyone. We’re friends with every family here cus we all go to that damn community garden thing. Megan gets along with all of them, even that new carpenter down the street. She baked him some cookies cus she was worried he wouldn’t have any friends, ha, she told him to go to the garden cus she though he’d get along with the large guy. What’s his name? Jack? He was over the freakin’ moon when he fixed up our neighbours house and she brought them out with a little card she’d made.

Sorola: New carpenter? Are you talking about Haywood?

Pottsman: Hmm? Yeah, him. Stand up bloke. You don’t think it was him, do you? Oh god, Megan told him to hang around with the other kids.

Sorola: No, we don’t believe he is involved. His alibi is airtight. He is accounted for outside his home at the time Megan disappeared. We currently have no suspects, which is why we’re talking to you.

Pottsman: So you do think I did it!

Sorola: Please, we’ve been over this.    

Pottsman: I - I… okay. No, okay. I’m sorry. My nerves are just - it’s been a long few hours. I’ve smoked a pack. A whole pack, can you believe it? I haven’t smoked in years, and now I can’t sit still without something between my damn fingers.  

Sorola: It’s perfectly normal to revert into old habits when you’re nervous.

Pottsman: Nervous? No, no the claw marks on my neighbour’s porch that’ve now turned up on mine make me nervous. The snow and that bleedin’ livestock massacre that’s going on either side of my home makes me nervous. But my daughter being missing? I’m fucking terrified. I’m so scared I can’t see straight. I just - I can’t. Everytime I close my eyes I can hear that damn knocking. I should have gotten the door. Jumped that fucking railing so Meg didn’t have to open it. It should’ve been me. Oh god, it should’ve been me.

“Hey Michael,” you call over your shoulder, fanning out the photos of the tiny body covered in blood and curled in the snow. “I think I’ve found another one.”

His head pops up over the stack of files he’s working through, eyes encased in growing bags. Sat cross legged in the evidence locker, he’d long since abandoned the confines of a desk. “What’s the date?”

“She was found on the 17th of December in 2015.”

He whistles, glancing down to the timeline at his feet and following the numbers with his finger. “Got it! Gimme a name.”

“Megan Pottsman,” you read off, peering at a shot of her on a medical table. Body bloated, skin crossed with blues and bruises.

“She’s an early one.”

“She’s the 3rd we’ve found in 2015,” you murmur, bringing the photo you hold closer. “Happened before Jeremy moved here, too. He arrived in 2016, I think? This victim was put down as a bear attack.”

Michael perks up, shuffling over to you and sifting through the file. He stops on one of the same set of photos you’re trying to make sense of, lost in the line carving across skin. “Doesn’t look like a bear.”

“Bears rarely attack people, too,” you add. “Get this: her dad said in an interview that she went out with someone that knocked on the door. He thought it was a friend, and look at the lacerations. They’re not quite like the ones on the victims we’ve got, by they’re a damn lot closer to the markings on entryways of Pottsman’s home and the neighbours.”

“You’re right!” Michael exclaims, “this is the third body with similar markings. And his testimony puts the knocking and the scratches in the same timeframe as the missing person.”

“Is there a photo of her from behind?” you ask, rifling through the contents, urged on by the burn smouldering at the base of your skull. Irritation thick around your throat. It takes a moment for you to find, but eventually the gloss of the image you’re searching for sticks to your fingers.

“Here,” says Michael, plucking the picture from your hand and lining it up with the other 2 photos of the 2015 victims, all presenting their necks.

Drawing closer it gets harder to breathe. With an uncomfortable constricting sensation that tightens your throat - of which you blatantly try to ignore -  you take in the wounds. It’s not hard to recognise them anymore. The tell tale signs are obvious after having witnessed them so many times. The slightly blacked curl of the incision located at the base of the skull. The raw irritation circling the neck. Sure, their skulls hadn’t been removed like the later victims, but they matched the earliest cases you had, clumsy as the wounds may be.

“This is fantastic. That ties our killer to the body!”

Michael doesn’t even question you with a funny look, equally excited. “Perfect in the worst possible way, but absolutely awesome. We’ve finally got an undeniable link between the Widow ghost story knocking bullshit and the killer. Meaning analysing the scratches on doorways and comparing them to the body lacerations will help with determining the murder weapon!”

You’re nodding, compiling the evidence into a seperate box and pointing to Michael with a determined finger. “You got Jackie’s number?”

He rockets into standing. “You bet your ass I do!”

“Then call her, damn it. With this information she’ll be able to confirm the correlation between the new victims and the scratches, prove that we should be looking into the possibility of a copycat killer for the Widow of the Woods. We’ll finally prove to Jeremy that he’s a fucking idiot for not listening! We can do this.”

“We can fucking do this!”

“I’m absolutely exhausted! I’m going home.”

“Me too!”

“Nope,” you reject, beaming at him and handing over the box, “you’re going to face the beast.”

“How dare you call Jackie a beast?”

“Jackie? Hell no. I’m talking about Jeremy. You can tell him he’s wrong, I value my life.”

-

The walk home is everything you could have asked for. Cold enough for the wind to nip at the skin lining your cheeks, to gnaw on your nose until it’s red raw; but warm enough in the burrow of your clothing. And isolated enough to gather your thoughts into something you can almost excuse for a pile.

Because as the snow starts to dance, the streets clear. Families giggling with eager children into shelter, doors closing with audible snaps and warm orange light flooding from the windows. Even the distant figure of Ryan, of who you raise a hand to wave to as he sits stagnant on his front porch watching the white caught on the wind, stands to head inside. You don’t blame him. Continuing past until the store disappears behind you.

It’s quiet, which is nice. A welcome change to the mayhem that’s been inhabiting your mind so frequently. Chaos causing havoc and a constant stream of uncontrollable chatter. Hands buried deep in your pockets, it’s with every turn of your charmed stones that you realise just why it’s been so loud inside you head. Why you haven’t tried to instate some silence.

Because, if you had, you’d remember her.

Which, honestly, isn’t ideal with an open serial homicide case running rampant through your priorities.

And again, now that you’ve mentioned honesty to yourself, you can’t avoid the reason why you’re so frustrated with Jeremy. Why you want to take him by the shoulders and shake, desperate to hear the rattle of common sense. Of a failure you’ve both shared, and the experience you seem to have taken away while he’s remained as stubborn as ever. If he keeps going the way he is, refusing to explore a potential lead because it seems implausible, or silly, or pointless, someone else is going to die.

The crunching of snow beneath your boots works wonders, sound enough to ease the panic bubbling just below the surface. Every few steps draws in a deep, freezing breathe. Calm with every recount of ‘left foot, right foot, repeat’. Doused in the glow of happy homes and flanked by snow banks, it all starts to make sense. There’s an uncomfortably misplaced relief at the prospect of connecting the things you knew to be related all along, the links between the scratches, knocking, and missing children now so solid that people can’t ignore it.

So solid that you can’t question your sanity anymore, because the evidence is clear as day. Paranormal or otherwise. The Widow of the Woods, or the story at least, had a role to play. Of that you were sure.

The lodge comes into view after a few more minutes of quiet walking, nothing but the wind accompanying its breech above the snow. Through the windows comes the compassionate glow of Lauren’s summertime; of warmth and comfort and family as she spins in Trevor’s arms, the pair laughing and dancing in the firelight. The hum of music trembling into the snow. Wrapped in the intoxication of togetherness, of the overwhelming love they have for one another - that same love that greets you at the door as you ease off your shoes and unravel from your layers.  

But you don’t bother them, not yet, anyway. Instead watching them claim the living room as a dancefloor, Lauren’s sunshine caught in Trevor’s gaze that looks as though he can’t thank the stars enough for the beauty he holds in his hands. Can’t tell the woman with shining cheeks and a smile that brightens the room just how wonderful she is. How she glows whenever he so much as throws her a glance, or fractures into rays of gold when he smiles. Her happiness so warm and inviting that it throbs around her body, casting those she loves in her own light. And as he looks at her now, it’s like words won’t be enough.

That nothing will be, which is why he’ll never stop trying.

[trans-mink]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Dmmd dream daddy au where they're all young dads who take their kids to the same daycare/ school.

24 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 22:27:21 GMT

#4

Thinking about the absolute hate crime of n+c giving mink a square batty. So you give him the worst story line and lego cheeks? Couldn't even compensate him with a dump truck or nothing, shame on you.

27 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 00:01:54 GMT

#3

They left fem Anasui out of the anime bcs they didn't wanna show him pre T out of respect

31 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 19:38:14 GMT

#2

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50 notes • Posted 2021-03-07 09:54:48 GMT

#1

The entire concept of Anasui is hilarious cos like, he's this utter gremlin of a human being, he's horrible, he's a murderer, he dresses like a complete bimbo and last but not least. He is a Disney adult and I have no doubt that he would push over multiple children to get on it's a small world first.

110 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 21:33:35 GMT

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[loveable-korrasami]

The Nexus - Book 1: Origins

They were known as The Nexus - the next evolution of the Avatar. (insp - aka the trigger that blew up my imagination)

(Previous: 1, 2, 3)

Fire: Diana - 27

Diana is the second oldest of Korra and Asami’s children.  When Korra and Asami were in their late 30s, they decided their busy lives as the Avatar/Cultural figurehead and CEO/World’s leading innovator power couple had slowed down just enough for them to start a family together.  Although Asami could have researched the possibility of merging medical innovations with spiritual energy to allow her and Korra to reproduce biologically, they both agreed that, as they have for the majority of their adult lives, they preferred to help those in need.  And so, the couple decided they’d adopt a child.  Tired of being in control and making decisions for their and everyone else’s lives, Korra and Asami decided to leave this aspect of their life up to fate - if fate presented the opportunity, they’d happily welcome a child into their family.  Fate, as always, works in unexpected ways, as the couple quickly found out.

Diana was adopted at the age of 5 during Korra’s visit to Kyoshi island.  While Korra trained with a group of the famed Kyoshi warriors, she noticed an adorable little girl standing up on the hill, watching the women as they trained, mimicking their punches and kicks.  Curious about the girl, Korra asked the warriors if they knew who she was - interestingly enough, some of them had seen her before, however no one knew who her parents were or where she lived.  Viewing this as the opportunity she and her wife had hoped for, Korra went over to talk with the child.

After a friendly and very interesting conversation, Korra learned that the girl lived in the forest alone, no parents, no siblings, no caretakers of any kind - although the child claimed that her “friend” came to visit every now and then.  After leading Korra to where she lived, in a small cave a few minutes from the edge of the village, a spirit appeared to Korra - the “friend” that the girl had mentioned earlier.  The Avatar discovered that this “friend” was actually the girl’s deceased mother.  Unable to pass on, the woman’s spirit stayed to care for her infant daughter as much as she could.  After a long, heartfelt conversation, the spirit wrapped around the little girl one last time before dissipating.  Knowing her child was now in good hands, Diana’s mother was finally able to move on.  Korra brought Diana back with her to Republic City - where Asami soon greeted her… with their OTHER new daughter.

A year or so after joining the family, Diana discovered her firebending abilities during a fight with her sister.  Korra quickly taught her daughter how to calm her temper and control her firebending.  Diana mastered firebending around the age of 12, also mastering advanced techniques such as combustion bending and lightning generation by the age of 16.  Though slightly weaker at hand to hand combat than her older sister, Diana makes up for the disadvantage by expertly integrating firebending attacks and techniques into her fighting style.

Though her temper was… well... “tempered”, Diana still burned with a desire to uphold justice, fairness, and equality which lead to many fights with her older sister who loved to annoy her and cause trouble just for the fun of it.  As Korra and Asami’s only two children for the better part of 6 or so years, Diana gained the majority of her early combat knowledge by either sparring with her older sister or teaming up with her against their mothers.  When she turned 18, Diana immediately joined the Republic City Police, and at 25, she became the youngest Chief of Police the force ever had.  Though her work keeps her pretty occupied these days, Diana still maintains a strong connection with her family and still participates in some sparring practices with her siblings and mothers, nowadays mostly electing to team up with Moana against her two other sisters - specifically targeting her older sister who she has sparred with for years.

Raava fused with Diana at the age of 27, giving her control over fire’s underlying purpose - entropy.  Contrary to her personality of upholding justice and creating order, her abilities when she enters the Nexus result in disorder.  With a basic understanding of the new field of atomic and molecular physics and the advanced control over lightning and thus electric charges, Diana is able to force objects to separate on the molecular and atomic level, giving her the power of disintegration.

(Next: 5)

[clnriswood]

KAI PARKER X READER 

Unsteady

request: I was wondering if you could write a fic where the mf gang™ hates kai but after he helps the reader with her anxiety, they start to warm up to him? And no one could ever help her like he did lol. I hope that makes sense

a/n: insp. from the beautiful stelena 2x02 scene

gif cred - @mystic-falls

x

Mystic Falls was filled with the scent of buttery and caramelized popcorn, and speckled with colors of fleecy pink cotton candy and twinkling neon booths. It was the annual fair, which meant waves of students and adults alike came flooding onto the patchy green grass and into the bustling world of rides and purple paper tickets. Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena, all stood distributing fluffy overstuffed toys at a water gun booth, their faces lighting up when they saw (Y/N). She emerged from the banner covered entrance wearing a lavender dress that ruffled around her waist, her hair falling in loose curls around her face. 

“Hey!” Caroline beamed when she made it to them.

“Hey,” she gave a half a smile.

“What’s up? How come you were late to your shift?” Bonnie inquired with a tilt of her head.

“Oh, nothing,” she waved dismissively. “Just got a little caught up.”

“Well, it’s good you’re here,” Elena flung her arms around her neck in a hug, smiling into her hair. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’m sorry,” she frowned, squeezing her friend, “I just haven’t been feeling well.”

“But you’re back from the dead!” Caroline glowed, adding with a whisper, “just like me.”

The girl’s laughter got caught in a swirl of chortles with her friends, the aqua sign sending a blue sheen over their faces. She gave a weak laugh as her expression lowered a bit, the events of a few years ago dawning over her features, remembering Caroline’s bloodied and tear stained face as she’d struggled with her transition. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Caroline nudged. “Don’t think about that, we’re here now, all happy and safe, why not celebrate that?”

“You’re right,” she nodded.

“Just-” Bonnie cut her off, “right after you finish that shift?”

The girl nodded and spun behind the wooden frame where children lined up and plucked colorful guns from a bin of cool water. She snapped a ticket off the next contestant, “already on it.”

“We’ll wait!” Elena insisted, “we can’t just leave you here!”

“No, go!” she smiled. “I was late, after all. Go have fun, I’ll meet you in a few.”

Bonnie jutted out her lower lip, her dark eyes narrowing, “by yourself?”

“Don’t worry ladies, she’ll have me,” a familiar voice snapped into thin air as the chocolate haired heretic dissolved beside the purple dressed girl.

“Ugh, ew,” Caroline groaned, “even worse.”

“I’ll be fine,” the girl persisted, bringing her eyes up to look at Kai Parker’s mischievous blue orbs. “You’ll be on your best behavior, won’t you, Malachai?”

Kai cocked his head to the side with a flicker of his tongue over his teeth, grinning when one of the water guns began uncontrollably sending water in all directions and over the bickering children. Then he shrugged, stopping it all together when met with the glares from the girls, “of course. Now why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ll stay,” Elena decided with a push of her hair behind her ears.

“I’ll be fine,” she snapped again, a little more aggressively this time.

Bonnie sighed, giving the boy a shake of her head, “I can’t believe you can stand to hang around alone with this sociopath.”

“He’s not-” the girl began, stopping abruptly when she felt, from under the booth table, a firm hand decorated with silver rings, pressing firmly against her own. “I’ll see you soon,” she decided, her words coming slow and thought out.

Each girl gave Kai a fleeting look of disgust before spinning on their heels and disappearing into the crowd. Suddenly, the sound of tinkling rides and laughter seemed to come in a dull throb to her ears, the rainbow halo of the nearby carousel blurring in her vision.

“(Y/N)?” Kai’s voice echoed as if from underwater, “Hey, (Y/N)?”

She snapped out of her trance, turning to the heretic, “mhm?”

“Everything okay, sweetheart? For a second there it looked like-”

“No no, don’t worry,” she tilted her head, giving Kai a playful shove when he scrutinized her, “I promise.”

Kai dropped his hand from hers and ran it through his brown locks before dipping them snugly in his pockets. He wore a big black coat and dark ripped skinnies, his tattered white converse encrusted with dirt. His rings sparkled under the booth lights, blue eyes big and happy.

“Thanks for stopping me just now,” the girl said as she handed a yellow giraffe to a babbling little girl, absentmindedly plucking a ticket from the next student.

“I’m happy you’re here,” she confessed.

“Missed me?” he smirked, knowing very well how much she did. “I saw you just a few days ago.”

“Oh shut it, Parker.”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, aching to wrap her in his arms, kiss her, do something, anything at all, but he didn’t.

“Do they know?” he asked in a hush.

“No, and I’d very much like to keep it that way,” she swallowed nervously, focusing her eyes on the next member in line.

“Come on,” Kai urged, trying to tear her eyes back to his, “you can’t keep this stuff bottled up.”

“I’m not,” she shrugged. “I have you.”

His heart did a flip as he gave a bashful smile, “and?”

“And,” she breathed, leaning her hip against the oak as she fidgeted with her violet dress, “that’s all I need.”

Those blue eyes crinkled, dimples on his cheek, “you’re something else.”

She smiled, “plus, I’ve been feeling a lot better anyways. I think I’m through this,” she turned.

He rubbed with agitation at his stubble, disbelieving of her words, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said with a lack of confidence.

She sweetly addressed the little boy who’d won a dog plush, ignoring Kai’s disbelieving glare. 

“Then...” he began quietly.

“What?” she said, scribbling with black marker over her shift as a boy slid behind the booth to cover her position. She ducked out of the stall and into the busy grounds, Kai following close behind her silver heels.

“Then show me,” he urged into her ear as they walked.

She could make out her girlfriends near a crimson circus tent, her pace picking up as she hurried towards them in silence.

“Hey, answer me,” he hissed.

She cleared her throat and walked faster.

“(Y/N)!” he commanded in a low rumble.

She said nothing.

“You asked for this,” he grumbled, grabbing her lightly by the wrists and poofing them out of the open fair grounds right as Elena raised her eyes to the girl, shaking her head in bewilderment and swearing she’d caught sight of a lavender dress only a moment ago.

She found herself at the outskirts of the fairground under the lanterns that circled the exit, the music and chatter coming distant now.

“What was that for?! Put me back!” she hollered.

“Not until you tell me what’s really going on,” Kai pleaded, his voice desperate. He grazed his fingertips over her wrists, tugging her gently when she tried to pull away. “You said you wouldn’t push me away, remember? So please,” his voice broke, “don’t.”

Her shoes crunched under the dirt and gravel as she tilted her head down, “why bother, you already know, don’t you?”

Kai nodded, bringing a hand to her cheek, “but why would you lie?”

“Because, Kai, I just don’t want to drag you into this anymore. So you know what, go ahead, see for yourself,” she bit at her tongue.

The heretic closed his eyes as he glimpsed through snapshots of her memories, landing on a particularly dark one. He saw the girl curled against a wall, later with her hands on the shower, another time against her bedroom door. The room spun, tears clung at her chapped lips, she fought for oxygen that didn’t seem to come. Nobody helped, she just curled alone, the panic and fear eating her up from the inside out. She screamed, a low cry emanating from her throat, her eyes red, but nothing and nobody came. 

He pulled his hand away with a gasp, his eyes fluttering open, a tear trailing down his cheekbone. She blinked up at him, her lip trembling, “is that what you wanted to see?”

But he just shook his head and yanked her into his front as she went flying into him, her nose burrowed into the crook of his neck and breathing in his dark cologne and piney scent. He wrapped his arms snugly around her, his lips atop her forehead as he cradled her in his embrace and squeezed her like she was his lifeline. He didn’t care when she sobbed into him, when her tears stained the hem of his shirt, he just cooed to her and swayed her in his hug, never once daring to let go.

“I’m sorry,” she said through a sob as she pulled away, her eyes red.

“No,” Kai commanded, brushing his thumb to sweep off her tears, “don’t say that.”

“It’s just gotten so bad,” she wiped harshly at her nose.

“I’m here, it’s okay,” he tried, cupping her cheeks in his palms.

“These panic attacks, t-the anxiety, I don’t know, Kai...it just feels like I’m drowning all the time. But I can’t let anyone know or I’ll drag them under the surface with me. And I didn’t want you to have to do that, you don’t deserve that. Especially because you’ve been so happy recently and I didn’t want to ruin it just like I ruin everything-” she rambled helplessly. 

“No-you don’t- I don’t-” Kai stuttered over his words, pausing to think. “I’ll never be happy if you shield yourself off like this,” he sighed. “But you’re right, I’ve been so happy, but not because I’m selfish, because I saw you smiling and laughing, and god does the sound of your laugh make me happy,” he said.

The wind snapped at her skin and brought goosebumps to her arms, so Kai peeled away his coat and tucked it around her arms.

“Look at me,” he insisted, his blue eyes sad.

She did.

“I won’t let you get through this alone, I swear to it. And I’m not telling you to fix yourself because I know healing takes time, and this stuff doesn’t come easy. But I’ve hurt like you before, so believe me I know that the crushing lonesomeness and isolation I endured will only make it worse. You’re just a little unsteady, is all. But so was I. So am I. And I’ll be with you for every step of the way until you don’t feel scared like that,” he whispered. “Got it?”

She nodded, her eyes red, but gave a true smile to the heretic, “got it.”

Suddenly, a set of voices cut through the starry night. The carnival was blinking out into the splotches of darkness, the upbeat music whirring away with the over saturated colors of the rides.

“(Y/N)?!” Bonnie, Elena, and Caroline called as they bolted towards their friend. “Are you okay?!”

They saw her tear stained face and pale skin, Elena grimacing, “did he hurt you?!”

“I swear to god-” Bonnie growled and raised her hand to the heretic.

“STOP!” she said, curls spilling over her face, “all of you!”

“(Y/N),” Kai breathed.

“No,” she shook her head, “I’m sick of watching you get harassed by them and watching you just stand there and take it after everything that you’ve done for me,” she faltered.

Kai just nodded and slid his fingers between her own for comfort.

“Stand by you? This psycho-” Caroline began.

“Don’t,” she snapped. “You have no idea,” she said through clenched teeth, “what I’ve been going through. And I didn’t want to make a big deal about it because we already have too much going on without me in the way, but I....”

The wind rustled the girls hair as they stood, lips bent to a frown.

“I’ve been going trough an awful time, mentally,” she gulped. “And I thought I was past it, but I was wrong. I’ve had trouble eating and sleeping, and doing things that come easy to most people, and sometimes it just becomes too much.”

Their eyes softened, “we had no idea...”

“I know, and I liked it that way. But you deserve to know. And you also should know that Kai is the one who kept me going, who kept me fighting, who kept me alive.”

She felt a squeeze of his cold rings against her flesh.

“When I couldn’t sleep at night, he was there. When I felt an attack coming on, he was there. When I almost pushed it to the edge, he was there,” she whispered. 

“And I couldn’t do it without you,” she said, turning to face the heretic. She touched her forehead to his, her nose brushing against Kai’s, “I...”

“I know,” he soothed, closing his eyes.

“Thank you.”

She’d said it so softly they’d almost missed it.

“Thank you, Kai,” Elena said again, louder this time.

Bonnie nodded, wiping at her bleary eyes, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you.”

“But you were, and...” Caroline trailed off, giving a nod. “You did what we couldn’t. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

The three girls stared at them, pleading forgiveness.

“It’s okay,” she sighed, pulling from Kai. “I should’ve been more honest, and I will be from here on out, I promise.” Then she extended her arms, “And I love you guys.”

She was wrapped in a nest of arms and hugs and I love you’s, her friends like a blanket of warmth tingling over her nerves. They smiled and sniffled and pulled away, all giving a nod to Kai that said to him what words didn't need to describe.

“Girls night sleepover later?” Elena piped up.

The girl turned and locked her eyes to Kai’s misty blue ones, he gave the okay, but she frowned.

“Actually, how about we do that tomorrow? I think I want a little more time with Kai, if that’s ok?” she interjected.

“Of course,” Caroline smiled.

She felt Kai’s familiar grip around her wrist, “Where are we goi-”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence before she’d landed atop the ferris wheel, squished into a cart with the heretic, who gave her the fondest of smiles. He snapped his fingers and the golden lights buzzed and crackled, illuminating the inky black of the empty fair grounds.

“You really stood up for me back there,” he murmured, tracing an absentminded pattern over the edge of her lavender dress.

“Of course,” she smiled, looking over his face, which shone dimly against the warm lighting.

“You even turned down girls night,” he joked, “must mean I’m a pretty special guy.”

“Yeah, you are,” she answered without thinking, her lips twitching.

“Do you feel better?” he asked after a moment, scooting closer to her.

“I do, a lot,” she said, resting her head against Kai’s shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed him in.

“Are you scared?” his voice came low.

She opened her eyes again to see him dangerously close, his blue orbs searching her face. Her heart did a flip, her insides churned, and she momentarily lost her breath.

“A little,” she said, unsure of what exactly she was referring to.

“Me too,” he swallowed, his jaw pulsating lightly.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, aching to wrap her in his arms, kiss her, do something, anything at all, and this time he did.

He gently crawled his fingers beneath her jaw, tilting her mouth up and locking his lips perfectly into place against hers. She sighed against him, pressing into his lap as she closed the gap between their bodies and they both became one buzzing mold of fire and electricity. She ran her fingers through his hair and deepened the intensity at which she consumed his taste, his silver rings grazing her cheekbone. Then she smiled, smiled so much she had to pull away because she couldn’t contain herself.

“What?” Kai snorted when he saw her expression and flushed cheeks.

“I can’t help it,” she giggled.

“Help what?” he tilted his head like a puppy.

“Smiling, containing the butterflies in my stomach, feeling happy-” she chuckled and sunk into his lap, eyes drawn to the stars in the sky..

“And where’s this coming from?” he brushed his fingers through her locks with ease.

“You.”

He sighed happily and kissed her forehead.

“I guess I never had a reason to feel so happy before,” she blinked up at him, “until you.”

[apricitystudies]

what i read in feb 2021:

a collection of opinion pieces, commentaries, articles, and essays!

(insp) (jan ed.) (bold = favourite)

class

zimbabwe elite forced to confront crippled healthcare system

facial analysis ai is being used in job interviews – it will probably reinforce inequality

amazon has transformed the geography of wealth and power (usa)

race

First Nations people cannot celebrate while australia is locking up our children

the tie that binds: unravelling the knotty issue of political sideshows and Māori cultural identity (new zealand)

they’ve left south asia, but they can't escape the discrimination and division of its caste system (australia)

this lunar new year, i'm choosing to celebrate my heritage more than ever — because the us never will (usa)

gender

'men's world': the sexual harassment video that shook germany

why we use women’s professional titles less than men’s

hunting the men who kill women: mexico’s femicide detective

japan's ruling party invites women to 'look not talk' at key meetings

politics & climate change

navalny and the russians: it’s complicated

transnational repression: the long arm of the authoritarian state

'we can't accept it': myanmar's public sector workers strike for democracy

climate change needs better storytelling to address severe threats

covid 19

better days will come – despite what the covid doom-mongers say

2020 felt like a “wasted year” for many young adults

don't mock people for following cny home visit guidelines

how 'vaccine nationalism' could prolong the covid-19 pandemic

culture, film, & media

the queen’s gambit beauty debate, explained

framing britney spears exposes the contradictions of american womanhood

singapore’s iconic, but endangered, street food now has unesco status

the death of the department store and a dwindling middle class

[apocalypsegay]

lesbiankirisame replied to your post: rose could’ve been a living embodiment of the...

I sincerely don’t get how this would���ve flown under Rebecca’s original vision for the show unless she’s a living embodiment of the arrow meme and looked at the shows insp utena and thought “wow pretty girls fight society” when the message was “men and adults in general abuse children/people lower than them then create the Knight trope to justify enslaving anthy bc she needs to be saved”

p sure she just reduced it to “pretty girls fight” cuz every bit abt society both human and gem is just handwaved and Forgiven

[natolesims]

5, 8, and 12 for the ask game, please!

Haiii! Thank you so much for asking!

Since I already answered 5 and 8, I´ll be explaining only answer 12 o3o The repeated questions are at the end!

12. What is your favorite thing about the simblr story writing process?

Agh, I don’t know if I’l explain this correctly, but I think it's the fact of being able to translate my ideas into something, and being able to make people enjoy it. Before publishing the stories, I questioned myself a lot about why the hell I took so many screenshots and why I kept them if I really wasn't going to do anything with them, but the fact that now I can publish it and materialize (that's the word!) my ideas to give you a little fun online makes me very happy! (and also knowing I’m not alone, I thought I was a complete freak before discovering this side of simblr xD)

5. Are there any scenes in your story that you enjoy re-reading?  

Actually, I like re-reading the whole story xD It helps me reinforce the ideas I have for the actual gameplay I’m into, or sometimes It helps me come up with different ideas. But I specially enjoy the “adult phase” of the protagonists, where they interact with their children or try to settle down.

8. Are there any plots or characters that have changed dramatically since you initially began writing them?  

YUP. As some of you have already noticed, I mix a general storyline thought and gameplay development for my stories, and sometimes I have this really clear idea of what I want for a character or event, but when I’m in game sometimes those characters start acting waaaaay differently of what I mentaly protrayed. In earlier story-making intents, I had two options: a) stress about trying to get everything to be exactly as I wanted, or b) embrace change and try to adjust the events. And stress was baaaad.

I really struggled at first, but then I got used to my erratic sims and started to genuinely have fun while playing (that’s one of the main reasons I keep some gameplay elements in the storytelling) and they even gave me super cool ideas for the stories! I think that’s the way a good part of some “table turning” events insp. came from.