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Honkai Impact 3rd | Natasha Cioara | 2023 Birthday Box

Happy Birthday to Natasha Cioara! 🎂🎉

[★★☆☆☆] [MyFigue]

[luveline]

hotch's little sister x spencer perhaps?

—Hotch’s sister graduates college, and Spencer is immediately smitten. fem, 1.6k

“She’s pregnant.” Emily shakes her bag of chips around. “But it’s not his baby.” 

Spencer frowns down at his sandwich. Rye bread is hard to cut, and the plastic knife isn’t putting up a good fight. “That’s awful,” he says. “He must be heartbroken.” 

“He’s distraught. Now he can’t decide if he wants to stay and raise the new baby with their first, or leave her and have split custody.” 

“What channel did you say it was on?” 

“It’s on NightDrama. I’ll find out the number.” 

Emily folds the empty packet of chips into a rectangle, then that rectangle into a triangle, folding the edges inside of a fold to create a parcel perfect for flicking at him. Spencer waits for it, tensing, but what he sees behind Emily steals his attention. 

She whips her head to follow him. 

You are, as Spencer watches you walk in, without a doubt one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. And it’s not like you’re a model, you don’t walk with any such confidence, but it strikes him immediately. You’re pretty. And he’s never seen you in the office before. 

They get visitors occasionally but the majority of people so deep into this office would've been checked at security and cleared to come up here. You hold a visitors badge in your hand, which you promptly clip onto your shirt when you see people looking at you. Your frown makes you prettier. Something about the way you stand seems familiar, but Spencer can’t put his finger on what it is. 

“Should we go help?” Emily asks. 

“Who do you think she’s for?” Spencer asks back. He’s thinking you’re here to speak to JJ. They have people like this occasionally who JJ knows from past cases, drifting in on a hope that there’s more detail to be found. 

Emily stands up from her chair. Spencer follows suit. When you see her facing toward you, some of your apprehension melts into relief. 

“Hi,” you say breathily, summoning a smile that, again, seems familiar. Not in looks, but practise, maybe. 

“Hi there, can we help? You look lost,” Emily says. 

She sounds more friendly than Spencer could’ve hoped to achieve. He doesn’t even wanna think about it, from how pretty you are he would’ve stumbled over even the most basic hello. 

“I’m here to see Aaron Hotchner. He told me his office is up the stairs, is that still one of these ones,” —you nod gently at the stairs that do, in fact, lead to his office— “or somewhere else?” 

“That’s the right one, the very first door.” 

“Okay,” you give a soft laugh. “Thank you. This place makes me nervous.” 

You leave to travel up the steps. Emily and Spencer watch without any casualness as you approach Hotch’s office door, and give a little knock. 

It’s more surprising to see it tugged open so quickly after. Hotch usually says, “Come in.” 

“Oh, you’re here,” Hotch says. It’s to Spencer’s shock and Emily’s clear joy when he leans in for a hug. The bearhug kind, no politeness or manners about their intimidating boss as his arms cross behind your shoulders and he pulls you in. “You’re late.” He squeezes you. 

You let it happen. “I hate your building.” 

“What the hell?” Emily whispers. 

“I’m so happy to see you. Come on, come in, I ordered lunch for us already.” 

Emily is shameless. She takes Spencer by the wrist and encourages him to the wall below Hotch’s office as he ushers you inside. The door remains ajar, perfect for snooping, and Spencer doesn’t know what it is but he lets Emily drag him forward anyhow. 

“If that’s his girlfriend, he should be ashamed,” Emily whispers. 

Spencer raises his brows. “Did you think that was romantic?” 

“I’ve never seen him show affection to anyone who wasn’t Haley, and when was the last time she was here?” 

Spencer tosses it around in his mind. Sure, it was quite affectionate by Hotch’s standards, but the hug was so… uncareful. He’d grabbed you and hugged you like he was gonna shake you around for fun, like a dad hugs his daughter. “How old is Hotch?” Spencer asks. 

“You don’t think that’s his secret kid.” 

“No,” Spencer says, though he sort of does. 

Emily gestures for him to hush as your laugh drifts down from the office. “You did?” you’re asking. “It’s so nice to be home.” 

“Of course I did. It’s like I promised, okay? You finished college like I asked you too, you’ve done so well, and now I’m gonna make sure you’re happy. Like I tried to do for Sean.” 

“Sean,” you sigh. “He didn’t even answer my grad card.” 

“I don’t know what to say about him, I really don’t.” 

A small pause. “Well, at least you answered.” 

“You know I would’ve come to watch you walk–”

“But you couldn’t. It’s fine, Aaron, I wasn’t really expecting you to make it.” 

“I’m sorry. Really. And I’m proud of you, after everything.”

“Thank you… The bag was better than you being there anyways. Coach?” You laugh breathily. “My friends keep asking me if you can be their big brother too.” 

Emily and Spencer turn to each other, mouths agape, Emily slapping his arm as they struggle to make no noise. Since when does Aaron have a sister? A young sister freshly graduated? 

Hotch laughs too. “Come and sit before your lunch gets cold.” 

Emily gets out her phone to text Morgan, she and Spencer pressed to the wall with their heads ducked. Hotch is a total enigma, because what the hell sort of secret is that?

When Morgan appears, it’s with all the answers. He rolls his eyes at their clear position of eavesdropping but leans against Emily’s desk to give them the information they’re craving anyways. “She’s adopted. Hotch was already in college at the time, but they’re close. They get along a lot better than Hotch does with Sean, that’s for sure.” 

“He sounds protective,” Emily says, side-eying the office. 

“Look, it’s not my business, but I just know it was bad when she was a teenager. Hotch is a drill sergeant for a reason.” Ah, Spencer thinks. The Hotchner father. 

Spencer picks at his hands. It explains the conversation he shouldn’t have been listening to, to a degree. He feels the guilt of knowing something he wasn’t meant to like a sodden weight, retreating swiftly to his desk and his forgotten sandwich.

It’s nice to hear Hotch laughing, but it’s your laugh that draws him in again while he tries so hard not to listen. It’s as attractive to Spencer as your frown had been when you walked in. He thinks about how you finished college, how you’re here, and he wonders if he’ll see more of you —how often will you come in for lunch? Spencer checks his hair in his sleeping monitor and feels like an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” Hotch says a little while later, elbowing open the door with his back to the office, “we’ll have dinner soon, honey, I promise.” 

You reach up to give him another quick hug. “It’s fine. It’s just nice to be in the same city again.” 

Hotch guides you down to the bullpen with the same pride with which he introduced Jack. It’s unmissable, the love he has for you in just one touch against your shoulder. “Y/N,” he says, pausing at the bullpen, “Derek Morgan you’ve met. This is Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.” 

“Spencer Reid?” you ask suddenly, looking up into Hotch’s face like he’s lying, your brows pulled together in indignation, before you turn back to Spencer reverently. “You’re Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

He gets caught on his own breath. “Uh, yes?” 

“The Dr. Spencer Reid who wrote Methods of Continued Fraction Expansions?” 

Spencer feels heat like a kiss to each cheek. “Yes.” 

You turn to Hotch with a suspicious pout. “When I told you about the paper I was reading by a Dr. Reid a few months ago, you didn’t stop to think it could be your Dr. Reid? Or you just don’t like me?” 

That’s a sister’s scorn if Spencer’s ever heard it. 

“I thought you said Rain.” 

“I don’t think you did.” You turn back to Spencer. “I can’t believe it, I emailed you about Jacobi elliptical functions, you were so helpful, I owe you my degree.” You put your hand out with a beaming, beautiful smile, Spencer’s stomach totally flips. “It’s amazing to meet you in person.” 

He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he shakes your hand. You surprise him too quickly to think beyond taking your hand letting it happen. You’re, like, glowing. 

Hotch gives him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite. 

Spencer abruptly lets you go. “I don’t think you would’ve needed my help to get there in the end. You clearly knew what you were doing.”  

Hotch’s eyebrows silently rise. 

You turn back to Hotch again, your smile catching. “I like your friends.” 

He smiles. “Let me walk you down to the lobby, honey.” 

You let him guide you away, giving the present members of the BAU a wave with just your fingers before you go. 

Morgan and Emily look at him heavily. “Spencer,” Emily says. “What was that?” 

He doesn’t want to say what he thinks it was, so he doesn’t. “She was nice.” 

Morgan’s laughter is immediate. Spencer has to walk off to the kitchen for a cup of tea he doesn’t drink to escape him and the connotation of his laughing. Spencer hopes he’ll see you again soon, though if he’s half a good a profiler as he thinks he is, he might end up in trouble with your brother.

[giuseppe-yuki]

oh, deer!

george russell x deer shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2k

warnings: asshole reporters, cursing, suggestive material

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: the ability to shift into a deer gets you out of some complicated situations

picture credits from pinterest :)

“wake up love, we are here!” george whispers, softly shaking you. 

you open your eyes slowly, and find yourself in the familiar inside of george’s sleek silver mercedes amg c 63 s. next to you, george has already turned his attention to searching in the middle console compartment for his badge, forehead wrinkled in irritation.

blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you grab your chanel clutch and feel inside for the familiar rectangle shape of you and george’s badge. even if your boyfriend was so skilled in driving that he could become one of the world’s top drivers, he definitely still had to work on his organization skills and not leave things lying around. 

you take out the badges from your bag and hand them over to george, sending him a small smile when you see the relief on his face.

“good lord, i don’t know what i would’ve done without you,” he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “i nearly had to call toto again to print me a new badge! at this rate, they should probably put a badge printer outside the gate for me when you’re not here,” he joked. 

you laugh aloud. it wasn’t often that you attended george’s races. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to- it was that your job as a lead conservation biologist in one of canada’s biggest national parks, wood buffalo, was really demanding and took up much of your time. this time though, your boss allowed you to take a few days off in order to watch your boyfriend at the canadian grand prix.

“ready to go?” george asks, putting on his team kit jacket. 

you nod, and like the gentleman he is, george hops out of his side of the car and rushes to open the door for you. 

“why thank you, good sir,” you say in a fake posh accent, taking his hand and climbing out of the car. 

the weather in montreal was slightly drizzly, but nothing you weren’t used to working in wood buffalo. you brush a few fat raindrops off of your coat as you walk towards the gated entrance of the paddock, wet gravel crunching under your feet. george reaches for your hand, entwining it with his. he suddenly turns to you. “i just want to thank you again for coming to the grand prix with me,” he says seriously. “i know you’ve been exhausted managing everything thats going on in wood buffalo and i’m so glad you’re spending your off days with me!” 

“aww, georgie!” you say grinning, “no need to thank me! i would willingly spend my break wherever in the world as long as you’re there.” 

by the time you arrived in the garage, the media had been notified of your presence. it wasn’t everyday that george russell’s shy elusive girlfriend showed up in the paddock. why haven’t you shown up at any other of george’s races? did you secretly hate him? were you hooking up with other guys while george was racing in japan? they didn’t even bother researching your background as a conservation biologist before throwing the wildest accusations at you. 

the second george left your side in the garage in order to hop in the car to start fp1, you started noticing media reporters and cameraman sneak into the mercedes motorhome in order to get the “scoop” about your attendance record at george’s races. when you looked at the live feed on the tv screens, you could see your own face staring back at you with a little frown. 

“hey, i’m a reporter for motorsport.com!” an enthusiastic woman exclaims next to you, causing you to jump a bit. “can i–”

before she could finish her sentence, a white samoyed barrels straight in the small gap between you and the pushy reporter. the dog barks at the woman, circles you a few times, and sits in front of your heeled feet, as if guarding you from the other newscasters. 

you whisper a small ‘thank you’ to the samoyed, giving a few pets on its thick white coat. you were pretty sure this was lewis hamilton’s dog, as you always saw it trailing around him in the media pen and around the paddock whenever you rewatched the f1 recaps and interviews when you were stuck in wood buffalo. the dog turns around, winks at you, and pads off towards lewis’ part of the garage. 

what the- you think. i had to be imagining that, because no way a dog just winked at me.

thankfully, the rest of the reporters keep their distance the rest of fp1, and you watch george as he gets a respectable result. you keep your distance as the engineers and strategists fix and put away parts of george’s car when he pulls back in the garage. george himself, sweaty from the multiple laps, pulls off his helmet and ear piece before approaching you. 

“how’d i do?” he says, grinning at you. his eyelashes seem extra long and his lips seem extra kissable right about now. before you can react, lewis shouts from across the garage.

“george, toto wants us in the meeting room in five. there’s an emergency meeting about tire management that he wants us to go over before fp2.” turning to you, lewis looks apologetically. “i’m sorry love, i know you probably wanted to spend some time with george before fp2, but toto was insistent on the meeting. you are welcome to wait in the driver rooms or walk around the paddock in the meantime!” 

you nod understandingly at lewis as george steps forward and wraps you in hug. he places a kiss at the top of your head, and whispers in your ear, “i’ll try and get out as soon as i can.” 

without george, lewis, and lewis’ samoyed, the reporters started to creep up to you again. your tired physical and mental state from the flight from wood buffalo along with the stress from having to talk to the journalists did nothing but piss you off even more. it got to a point where they were chasing you down, with their mics and cameras in hand. you spotted other drivers, but you were too scared to ask them for help, because you barely knew them from the small amount of time that you spent at any of the races.

you had managed to squeeze yourself between two garages at the edge of the property, haas and mercedes, to hide from the reporters, when you finally decided to use your last resort. 

you hurriedly morphed into your deer form right as the reporters found your hiding nook in between the garages. 

“huh?” a man dressed in a tropical button up says, eyeing you suspiciously. “i swear to god she ran in here!” 

a reporter from a different source shrugs. “that’s so weird. i guess we were chasing the poor girl down though. maybe i’ll come back a little later to do a double interview with her and george after fp2.”

the first man nods in agreement. “i guess so. we could possibly take a few shots of this random deer here though. it’ll be good for the nature and wildlife panel we can make for the paddock.” 

you flee from the scene the moment they are gone, and wander around the paddock, gaining attention from many fans. they stop to take a few pictures with you, not that you minded, because at least they were nicer than the reporters. fifteen minutes later, you find yourself by a patch of grass by the track. you spot a few wild rabbits hidden amidst the green blades of grass and approach them slowly. keeping mental notes about the characteristics, you continue to observe their movements. you giggle internally when they glance at you and tilt their heads in a questioning look. your shapeshifting abilities definitely had its perks, especially when it came time to analyze the wildlife. your boss had always wondered how you were able to make such accurate notes about the behaviors of other species. 

unbeknownst to you, f1tv had captured a live feed of the “cool deer by turn 10.” 

“what a magnificent creature!” david croft remarks. “it’s just wonderful seeing the wildlife around canada.”

partly through toto’s rant about how the unpredictable rain is fucking up their entire tire management plan, george has already zoned out. the word “wildlife” booming from the outside speakers is what captures george’s attention as he idly spins a pen around his fingers. perking up, he looks outside the window of the mercedes motorhome. sure enough, he sees you, his girlfriend, plastered on the gigantic screen that usually showcased the live feeds of the drivers during the race. his eyes widen the size of saucers. he could hear crofty comment on how the deer was probably seeking out the wild bunnies in order to make friends. but, from his pov, he could see you still and unmoving, probably analyzing the rabbits and taking mental notes. 

he quickly excuses himself, ignoring the questionable glances from the rest of the engineers and lewis, and rushes out the door towards the track. 

when he nears your area, he lets out clicking sounds with his tongue- three short and two long- a secret code you both had devised when you first started dating. 

you immediately lift your head and come prancing towards him, letting at a little bleat when you see the wide grin splitting his face. 

the meeting is all but forgotten when you both find yourself in george’s drivers room. you are sitting on george’s lap, lips a little bruised and hair messy after sharing a few heated kisses. 

“care to tell me why you were literally on track during my meeting?” he asks teasingly. “lewis did say you should explore the paddock, but not the grass two inches away from the track!”

you roll your eyes, and explain what went down after he left with lewis. his brow furrows more and more as you continue to describe how some reporters chased you down. 

his mood shifts quickly to furious. “i am taking this to the GPDA. this is unacceptable behavior towards anyone, much less my own girlfriend!” 

you place a hand on his chest, calming him down. “it’s okay, georgie. i understand they were just trying to do their job and get content- it’s just that they were a bit harsh, that’s all.” 

he nods, but doesn’t stop looking concerned for you. “you must still be so stressed and tired, love. i can give you a shoulder massage, how about that?” 

“a shoulder massage?” you ask, incredulously, “erm… sure.” you climb out of his lap and sit on the floor, while he places his hands onto your shoulders.

he rolls his thumbs into the sore muscles around your back, loosening them out. continuing up, kneading the tense tendons in the lower part of your neck.

you sigh in contentment, “mmm, that’s so good georgie!” when he brushes past a particularly achy part of your shoulder, you let out a groan. “a little harder,” you murmur, eyes closed in enjoyment.

at the worst time possible, you hear a loud knock on the door of george’s driver room trailer. 

“george, open up the goddamn door!” says someone in a german accent outside. “i literally hear your girlfriend’s voice in there! you better not better not be fucking when you should be in the meeting that you left half an hour ago!”

your eyes widen in surprise. “what the hell, george??? you left the meeting to come see me? why the hell did you do that?” you whisper-yell at him. 

before he can answer, the door slams open. 

toto peers in, only to see slightly sweaty george with messy hair, and a stunned-looking deer in front of him. 

“ermm… what is going on here?” he says, mouth in a frown and arms crossed. “why is the deer from turn 10 in your drivers room, george? are you a disney princess attracting all the wildlife or what?”

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The Fox's Den {Sylus x Reader}

This just kinda...spilled out of my brain... It started off as a few paragraphs and then spiraled into this, but uh, enjoy.

FAIR WARNING!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLY LONG, I MIGHT HAVE TO SPLIT IT INTO PARTS ACTUALLY IDK

|| Masterlist ||

-Seven

You’re finishing some paperwork at HQ when Jenna slides a manila folder on your desk.

“Advance tech labs has another mission for you.” She says and crosses her arms over her chest, “Hear them out first. Then go take a look.”

As if on cue, your watch beeps with a notification.

You click on it and the mission’s user interface window pops up.

Client: Unspecified - Investigative mission Status: ACTIVE Authorisation: Approved entry - No Hunt Zones: 105, 106, 107, 108

Task details: High-class Linkon residents have been seen carrying protocores to Fox’s Den, a host club, on the outskirts of Linkon. There are suspicions that the club is being used as a trading venue to sell and modify high-grade protocores into the N109 zone.

Objective: INVESTIGATE Fox’s Den FOR PROTOCORE SMUGGLERS. DO NOT ENGAGE OR ELIMINATE SUSPECTS. THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION ONLY.

As you re-read the objectives, Jenna speaks once more, “Have a look through this folder before heading to the Data Sector. ” She places her hand above the folder, “Nero and Tara are waiting there with some more information for you.”

You give her a small nod, “Yes, Captain. Will do.”

You do as you’re told and flick through the contents of the folder.

“Huh, the address is near the N109 zone?” You whisper.

Sylus has a safe house near there, I think.

It’ll be easier to complete the mission if you could crash there every now and then.

I’ll ask him when I have the chance.

There’s a few photos of the club tucked into the folder and from what you can see, it’s quite luxurious.

Entering the club shouldn’t be a problem with the brooch Sylus gave me. Hmmm. I might need to visit Jeremiah some time soon to forge another identity.

You sift through a few more pages and a photo catches your eye. It’s of a blonde woman with a hunter’s uniform and badge but stamped across the page is the word ‘TENEBRA’ in bold red lettering.

“Hmmm,” You hum as you read the sticky note attached, “If encountered, detain immediately? Who is this?”

What had she done to be labelled a Tenebra?

With that thought in mind, you think to your own situation.

Your involvement with Sylus is more than enough grounds to label you a Tenebra, but you brush that thought aside quickly.

“MC?”

Your head perks up from the sound of your name and you quickly press the folder to your chest, “Oh! Tara… Nero. I was just leaving to see you guys, actually.”

“About the case, right? Isn’t it interesting?” Tara grins, “But, yes we came here instead because Nero thinks that the Data Sector is too noisy.”

“They’re blabbing about all the time, it’s dizzying.” He retorts.

He pulls a nearby chair and motions for the two of you to come around, “Come, we’ve got work to do.”

The three of you discuss the case for a while until you ask, “Why am I being sent alone? Aren’t mission usually done in pairs?”

“Yes, well… Technically, it’s only an investigative mission, so the higher-ups don’t think we should waste resources on a mere investigation.” Nero makes quotation marks with his fingers. “You’ve got orders not to engage where possible.”

Tara leans forward to argue, “But even still, Fox’s Den is surrounded by no hunt zones! Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Yes, that’s true, and speaking of which…” He opens some tabs up on his laptop, “As I’m sure you’ve seen, you’ve been approved access to all no hunt zones surrounding the area.”

You nod, looking back at your watch and also the map that spread across the table.

“But that’s not the problem.” Nero continues, “The problem is getting into the club.”

You furrow your brows, “What?” You tilt you head, “Can’t I just go in as a client?”

He clicks his tongue, “They’ve got a very specific clientele.” He says and then draws a rectangle with his fingers, “Invite only.” He emphasises. “Did you think you could just waltz into the place?Everyday?”

You tense for a moment. I thought… with the brooch...

But you can’t tell them about the brooch; They’ll ask you how you got it. So you settle with, “I- well,” you scratch your temple, “I haven’t really thought that far yet.”

...

Your meeting with the two ended just as the sun dipped completely below the horizon

Somehow, they’ve got you a position as one of the hostesses.

You huff. You don’t know a thing about being a hostess.

To be fair, being a hostess would give you the widest variety of intel.

Never had you thought you’d be going undercover like this, but the job must be done, you suppose.

You harshly tug your helmet on and head to Sylus’ safe house on your 270HM.

If he says no, then you can just scout the area on the way back home. That way, the ride there wouldn’t have been for nothing.

“Oh! There you are, little miss hunter.”

You turn around at the voice of one of the twins. “Luke, Kieran?”

“Mephisto told us you’d be here.” Kieran says pointing to the sky where Mephisto circles above the three of you.

“Is Sylus-”

Luke responds before you can finish your question, “The boss has a important business deal, but,”

“You’re more than welcome to stay with us in the meantime.” Kieran finishes the sentence as he opens the gate.

You can almost see the grin behind his mask.

“How long will he be gone?” You ask as you walk with the twins into the house.

“It might not even be until tomorrow that you’ll see the boss.”

“If you’re lucky--” Luke starts

“--I’ve checked your luck index today, miss, you’re not.”

“Kieran!” You smack him on the shoulder

“Anyway,” Luke starts again, “As I was saying, if you’re lucky, he might be done by midnight.”

…

Well now, it’s way past midnight and the boys have convinced you to play card games as you wait. From old maid, to kitty cards, to Big 2.

Eventually, they pull out another deck of cards with haphazardly drawn crows. - “We’ve invented our own version!”

Your brows furrow.

“Crow Cards!” They say in unison.

You’re speechless. You shake your head with a chuckle, but oblige them regardless.

It isn’t long before Kieran has passed out on the couch and you can tell that Luke isn’t too far either.

“Luke, why don’t we get you and your brother to sleep?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” He yawns and give you a nod, “but Kieran can sleep here on the floor.” He snorts, but goes to haul him up anyways.

“I can use one of the spare rooms, right?” You ask

“Of course. The boss has even gotten spare clothes specifically for you in every house. They should just be in the closet of the en suite.” He points to one of the doors, “That one is your room.”

It didn’t take very long after your head hit the pillows that you drifted off into a shallow sleep

Just as the sunlight begins peaking through the horizon, Sylus enters into the safehouse

Mephisto is cawing at him incessantly.

“What has you so worked up?” He frowns.

“CAW!”

Sylus walks through to the main area and sees cards strewn across the floor.

He examines them, seeing the poorly drawn crows, and looks to Mephisto, “What?” Sylus raises an eyebrow at Mephisto, “You led me here because Luke and Kieran made you look like roadkill on these cards?”

Mephisto shakes his head and pecks the cards out of Sylus’ hand. He pitter-patters to the door of the en suite and lightly pecks at it

Sylus’ frown deepens but he follows after him.

And there you were - laying on your stomach atop the sheets.

He lets out a small chuckle, “Tsk tsk, kitten,” he shakes his head, “You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

He gently turns you so he can lift you up into his arms.

With his Evol, he untucks the sheets and lays down with you in his arms.

You have your head on his chest and legs entangled with his own.

With all the movement, you lift your head blink your eyes open, “Hi.” You whisper.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, kitten.”

You plop your head back down onto his chest, “Yeah, I wanted-” you yawn, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh? You’re asking me for a favour? How unusual.”

You only hum in response and close your eyes again.

For a moment, he thinks that seeing you in the sunrise makes the sunlight a little more bearable.

“What is it that you need, sweetie?” he asks, brushing his lips against the top of your head.

“The location of my mission is near this house.”

“And?” he shoots you a smug smile, “What is it exactly that you’re asking, Dove?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m asking if I can stay here for a little while.”

He chuckles and gently swipes at the space between your brows, “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asks, “A kitten with a temper.”

You untangle yourself from his grasp, “Screw you.”

It quite futile since you end up in his arms once more.

“What mission is so important that the hunter’s association would send you into the N109 zone?” He asks.

“One,” You put your pointer finger up, “It's near the N109 zone. And two,” You lift another finger, “Apparently, there’s some shady trading of high-grade protocores.”

“Hah, when is there not?” He chuckles.

You quickly brush his question aside, “But you’ll let me stay, won’t you?” You pout for good measure.

“I never trade for a loss, dove.” He taps a finger on his temple. “What are you planning to give me in exchange?”

“Um…” You contemplate on the question. “I'll trade any protocores I find that I think may be of use to you?” Your intonation makes it sound more like a question than a statement.

“What makes you think that I don’t already have access to such protocores, sweetheart?” He shifts to lay on his side with his head propped up by his arm.

That’s true. What could you possibly offer to a man who already has everything in the palm of his hand?

You glance up at him, “Well, then… truthfully, there’s nothing I can give you.”

I guess he won’t let me stay after all.

One of the corners of his lips tilt upwards into a smirk, “There is…” he pauses as he procures a piece of paper with his Evol, “Something you can give me.”

You take the paper and frown as you read the contents, “Isn’t this that restaurant by the river? The one with the orchids?”

“Mmm.” He hums in agreement.

“What could I possibly give you there, Sylus?” You ask

He chuckles, “Well, it’s quite simple, really.” He leans forward to whisper in your ear, “I want you to stay with me… Until the moon is high above our heads”

His voice is so close to your ears that you have to turn away

“I want your time.”

A few days have gone by since your…encounter with Sylus.

Now you’re face-to-face with the owner of the club.

He has his hand grabbing the lower half of your face, turning it side to side.

You grit your teeth. Keep it together for the mission, MC. You say to yourself.

“She’ll fetch a hefty price from the clients, that’s for sure.” He chuckles

He almost throws you towards a woman who has a comb and spray bottle in hand.

“Another?” She asks

“Get her ready.” He says as he begins to walk towards the bar where the guests are, “I want her ready for service by the end of the week, Stella.”

The woman, Stella, as you’ve learned, rolls her eyes and grabs you by the arm.

She drags you across to one of the clothing racks and pulls various clothes up to your body. She takes some off, and others she returns.

Your eyes wander as you stay still, and for a brief moment, you see a blonde woman in a red dress, strutting towards the exit.

“Tenebra?” You mumble

“What?” Stella raises her brow.

“Huh? Oh, I was asking If I’ll need to wear a bra.” You gulp hoping she’ll believe your cover-up

She stares at you for a moment but then continues to find you a dress.

After a while, she’s finished with your make up and has given you a run-down of the rules.

“For tonight, you’ll be staying with me.” She says as she walks towards the exit

You scramble after her. You barely catch yourself from bumping into her as she abruptly turns around to address you.

“Keep close and don’t wander. Do you understand?”

You nod, “Yes.”

She wraps a red band across your wrist with ease, “This bracelet means that you’re off limits for the mean time.” She grips your wrist and squeezes, “So I suggest you keep it on your wrist even if your life depends on it. You won’t have this luxury for long.”

What have I gotten myself into?

You spend that night observing each and every one of the hostesses and clients.

Memorising faces, names, voices. Anything.

As the week ends, you’re back at the safe house trying to piece all the information you have so far.

You’re hunched over the coffee table with papers scattered about. Some of which you’ve scrunched up and have unintentionally made into Mephisto’s playthings.

You huff.

Everything looks normal, but clearly that’s not the case if HA has sent you here. They wouldn’t have sent you here if there wasn’t some concrete evidence of a covert operation.

Sylus stops cleaning his gun and smiles as you frown. The bastard.

You huff once more and rub your temples.

“You look as if you’re going into a grand battle.” He chuckles and leans back into the sofa.

“I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere!” You throw your hands into the air.

He carefully returns the gun to it’s case and settles himself on the floor next to you, “Talk to me.” He pulls the pen from your hands and spreads the papers across the table, “We can figure it out together.” He glances at you with the smallest of smiles.

A couple of weeks have gone by and you’ve gotten better at acting as a hostess.

You find that a lot of these clients have a very loose lips - ever so willing to give information with so little incentive

Today, you’re cozied up with a client, your legs in their lap, and an arm wrapped around one of theirs.

You grin internally as he continues to talk about all the protocores he could offer you.

“Oh?” You say sultrily, drawing circles on his arm.

YUCK

“Oh, I do, baby.”

EUUUGHHH

You’re trying your best to suppress a scowl.

“I could give you all -”

You glance up at him as he stops mid-sentence.

Your gaze shifts from his face to the mirror behind him where your eyes meet Sylus’s intense gaze.

What is he going here?

Sylus nonchalantly walks over to the two of you and the room has gone still.

“And who might this be, sweetie?” He glowers at the man, but his question is directed to you.

You open your mouth to reply, but the man beat you to it, “Mr Sylus, I’m-”

"I didn’t ask you.” He says sharply.

“Sylus, what are you doing here?” Your grip around the man loosens and you quickly shift your legs to plant your heels on the floor.

“Well… Sweetie.” He emphasises the endearment as he pulls you from the other man’s lap, “I’m here for you,” He pulls you to his chest

Without another word, he tugs you into one of the private rooms.

With the momentum, you fall to the loveseat in the middle of the room.

“Sylus!”

“When you said you had a mission here, I assumed you were going in as a client.” He locks the door and makes his way to you, “Not a hostess.” He narrows his eyes as he traps you between his outstretched arms on the loveseat.

“Why does it matter?” You glare back at him, “I’m still getting the information I need.”

“You realise that I could get you all that information in the blink of an eye, right?”

You know that. You do. He never lets you forget. Head of Onychinus. King of the N109 zone.

But what does that say about you?

Always relying on someone else to do things.

Always relying on Xavier on missions. Even Rafayel helped you at The Nest. Zayne’s always taking care of your health, and now Sylus, too.

When had you ever truly done anything yourself?

You grit your teeth, “Look.” You say as you muster up all your courage to glare at him, “I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.” You push at his chest, “I can do this on my own.”

He yields as you push him until both of you are standing.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,” You say.

Tenebra - the word plants itself at the forefront of your mind

His chest heaves as he looks at you, but he doesn’t speak.

“What am I supposed to say to the association?” You walk towards the door but look back at him with a soft smile, “They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember? We can’t have that now, can we?”

He takes a hold of your wrist. “You know I’d never let that happen.”

“Mmm.” You shake your head, “I know, but even then… I want to be able to proudly say that I was able to do a mission with my own strength.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you shrug your hand away from his hold.

“So,” You place you hand on the door knob, “Let me do this on my own, Sylus.”

As you leave, he deflates onto the loveseat with a sigh.

As much as it stings that you don’t want to rely on him, he understands what you’re trying to say.

You’ve gone many days without seeing Sylus, not even at the safe house.

At the host club, you return to your dressing room with the brightest smile, you’d think your face would split in half.

That drunk client spilled all the beans. They are smuggling protocores through this host club. He mentioned a warehouse south from here, in the no hunt zone. Luckily Jenna authorised your entry into that zone. You’ll have to check it out after you leave the club.

As you exit, your watch beeps, “Huh? Wanderers? This far from the no hunt zone?”

Your hands settle at the hilts of your hands guns strapped to either thigh.

With vigilant eyes, you scan your surroundings. Trees upon trees in every direction.

Taking soft and steady steps, you head deeper into the no hunt zone.

Eventually you see lights scattered throughout the tree line.

There’s a large building stood in the centre of the clearing.

As you walk closer, you hear voices. “The warehouse.” you whisper.

Then a truck whizzes past and you duck for fear of getting caught.

It drives far into the warehouse and you follow around to get a clearer view.

They seem like specs from this distance, but they’re unloading the protocores from the truck.

The impatient part of you screams to just sneak into the warehouse.

But that fire is quickly extinguished when you notice a few men patrolling the warehouse.

“I need to come back another time. With a plan.”

The next few days you observe the schedules and their protocol for receiving deliveries

You manage to sneak your way into one of the trucks as your shift ends at the host club.

In the truck, you’re shallowly breathing from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You close your eyes to take a deep breath as the truck slows to a stop.

“This is the last one for today, boys. Let’s do this quick!” You hear a man shout.

Your hand comes up to press at your sternum. Your heart is beating right out of your chest so much so that blood is thumping in your ears.

“You think we’ve got some aether cores to sell today?”

“Tch, I wish.”

As their footsteps grow louder, you take a slow breath-

BEEP BEEP!

You gasp as your hunter’s watch detects wanderers nearby. You grasp at your wrist to dampen the noise. Hunching over, cradling your arm as it beeps again.

STOP! Please!

“What was that?”

What do I do? I’m going to get caught.

“Check it out.”

Think. Think.

From their footsteps, you can tell one of the men has walked into the truck.

THINK!

You don’t have a choice.

With a grunt, you charge at the man, shooting him in the chest, before hauling his body to cover yours as you exit the vehicle.

“INTRUDER!” the other man yells. “INTRUDER! LOCK EVERYTHING DOWN.”

Sirens blare as shots are fired in your direction. One lodges itself into your thigh. With a scream you dump the body shield and limp as best as you can out of the crossfire.

Another shot whizzes past the side of your arm. Another into your lower abdomen as you turn to shoot at them.

Before you make it to the forest, a loud roar shakes the ground and you stumble onto all fours.

A wanderer. A Hoarfrost Wyrmlord, you recognise.

It stomps it’s way towards the warehouse, likely drawn in by all the noise.

You scramble away as best as you can, but behind you are the men from the warehouse.

Your breaths have become rapid and shallow, “Where…”

The Wyrmlord locks onto you, blowing out gusts of air from it’s nostrils.

You begin shooting at the Wyrmlord but it looks unphased.

You duck for cover as it shoot icicles your way.

Protocores. You think. “You must have a shield somewhere.” you say as you peak over the metal pillar.

“You!” A foreign voice takes your attention.

The man has his gun pointed to you.

Swiftly, you kick your leg out in an attempt to disarm him, but he catches it and kicks at your other leg so that you land face first into the dirt.

For a few moments, you wrestle him until he’s got you in a choke hold.

You elbow him in his side and as his grip loosens you try to swing him over your shoulder.

But he uses the momentum to kick off of the pillar, and the action flings you backwards, and your back hits the ground with a thud.

You grunt and struggle to stand.

Before you can shoot him, a Harte Knave slashes through him.

Just as quickly, your bullets pierce though the Harte Knave and it disintegrates in dust.

Another roar shakes the ground as you and many others are pulled into a protofield.

“No!” You scream.

“Sylus!” You yell into the air.

Hoping, praying that he just might appear out of thin air.

...

“CAW!”

Meanwhile, Sylus is seated in another safehouse.

His leg is bouncing up and down.

You should have returned to the safe house hours ago, but there has been no notification of your arrival from the security system.

For every centimetre the moon rose into the sky, so did his worry.

“I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.”

Your words echoed around in his mind for the past few hours.

“I can do this on my own.”

He knows that. You’re strong. He’s seen it.

“They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember?“

Tch.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,”

But something was wrong.

His intuition never failed him.

“CAW! CAW!”

“Mephisto.” Sylus quickly stands and stretches his hand out for Mephisto to land on.

A holographic video pops up and Sylus sees you dropping the lifeless body and limping away into the tree line.

The screen flickers for a moment as you scream his name before you disappear into the protofield.

Even before the video ends, Sylus is rushing out to his motorcycle. He pulls up the coordinates from Mephisto’s previous location history and speeds away.

Why did I leave her by herself? Near the N109 zone nonetheless. I’m a fool.

In the protofield, the Wyrmlord is the last wanderer.

There are only a few other humans left and luckily, the Wyrmlord is beginning to stagger too.

You’ve managed to break it’s shields but you’re heavily wounded and the Wyrmlord has caused the temperature to drop so rapidly that it’s difficult to even pull the trigger.

Sylus… Please…

You know he can’t just appear into a protofield. But somehow his name on your lips gives you enough strength to continue the fight.

Out of desperation, you’ve managed to resonate with some of the Evolvers.

And with great effort, you and another Evolver deal the final blow to the Wyrmlord and you’re transported back to the warehouse.

Sirens are still blaring and the edges of your vision are fading.

“Sylus.” You whisper walking away from the warehouse.

You grunt as you slump against a sturdy tree.

The shards of ice that were lodged into your stomach have vanished along with the protofield and now your blood has begun to soak through your clothing.

With a few harsh tugs, you rip your sleeve off and press it against your wounds.

Everything hurts, but you try to slow your breathing.

Your watch beeps once more.

The adrenaline causes you to perk up at the thought of more wanderers.

WARNING! Critically low blood pressure - severe blood loss. Coordinates have been sent to the nearest Hunter’s Association field lab.

When you wake next, the room is too bright for your eyes to adjust.

You blink and raise a hand to your face to block the light.

Glancing around, you notice it’s like any other bedroom.

You groan as you sit up.

Looking down at yourself, you see the faint outline of multiple gauze pads from underneath your top.

You limp out of the room, using the wall to take most of your weight.

You flinch as you feel a tap on your shoulder, hands immediately going to where your guns would have been.

“Relax, Kitten.” Sylus says, with both his hands up in the air, “I’m just trying to help you.” He begins to lower his hands.

“Sylus…” You croak from the dryness of your throat.

You could do nothing but stare. Was this real?

You were hyperventilating a little, and he’s never really seen you so high-strung.

“You’re safe.” He says as he slowly cups the side of your face.

“Sylus… I…”

He lowers his forehead to yours and you visibly relax.

“You’re safe with me, sweetheart.” He repeats the phrase as he gathers you into his chest.

“I won’t let you go ever again.” He whispers. “Never again.”

I told you it was long XD. I had fun though. If you guys like it, I don't mind fully fleshing this out into chapters. I really enjoyed writing this one actually.

|| Masterlist ||

-Seven

[kedreeva]

Any bird artists/graphic designers/photo-editors out there that might be willing to make a logo and/or a merch design for our local small game bird association, after the new year?

Story below the cut if you want more info

I'm currently in the process of taking over my state game bird association's website stuff, to help them recover after incredibly bad leadership did their level best to wreck it entirely. It's a "State" association, in that it's for people in this state but isn't run by the state, it's just like. a few people who like game birds who have made nonprofit (like an actual 501(c)) club for other people that like game birds. There's less than 100 members in it according to the registry I saw, to give you an idea what it's like. I'm dealing with one 70+ year old lady, one Older Mom (who isn't even in the association anymore) that helped transfer stuff out of her name, and one Other Lady (who is apparently the sister of one of the hospital board members, but who lacks her sister's desire to watch the world burn I guess) that I've only had phone conversations with so far. I've so far been able to get their website under control and I'm working on getting their facebook back into their hands (it's still being held hostage by a hostile board member they're trying to get rid of), and to try to help them all limp into being a functional association again, like it was when I first started interacting with it 20 years ago.

That being said, in the transfer of the site, the previous site is 100% lost, including all old graphics. No one still in the association has any of the old graphics saved. That's fine, they were.... terrible. Like, this is an old preview pic of the site banner

Truly terrible. So, not gonna lie, kinda glad it's gone forever.

There is an OLDER banner, from before dickhead mcfuckface took over the association, and it's "better" but it's very clearly got an 80s vibe like you would not believe

But, the old lady that is running the association now asked me about having a header on the front page, so here I am. I told her that there were a TON of talented artists that would be happy to be paid (all of the following would be PAID work, if the association can afford it and if not they will just do without, I was VERY clear about needing to pay artists for work) to design a logo and/or some kind of graphic designer that could help with a little banner for the website. She also asked me about selling t-shirts and hats, since some people at the swaps have asked for them. I told her that a nice looking logo would be a good start for that kind of thing, but that I could ask around and see if anyone wanted to draw a game bird design to sell at their bake sale table or maybe redbubble or something similar so people can just get what they want.

I'm sorry that this is vague, but beyond the logo/site header, I'm not sure exactly what they are going to want, just that they are going to want An Artist Or Three. You'd be dealing with me once I've wrangled them into telling me what they exactly want for anything outside the website.

As for the website, I actually don't mind the basic design of the second banner (the 80's one, a rectangle, circle badge logo in the middle, game animals to either side), and I think it would be good to bring back that general feel, but cleaner and brighter on colors, and different animals. The club does not really deal with deer or raccoons regularly, and pheasants are not the only game birds. I was thinking maybe just doing birds on both sides. Peacocks, pheasant, chicken, turkey, ducks, quail, and dove(s) are the most common at swap meets, so some combo of those would be nice (doesn't need to have all of them), as that's what members will mostly be raising.

If that's something you feel you might be interested in, and can provide your pricing & an example of your style so I can bring it to them and tell them I want them to pay you to give me things for the site and/or association at large.

For the laughs, here is what I "mocked up" for them as an idea

But they also liked the idea of a plain badge logo like this one (because they don't live and breathe peafowl I assume, it's the only explanation)

anyway. if you have the art skills and wanna help a bird nerd group out, please let me know!

[songsofadelaide]

"I didn't realise you still had that."

Satoru's remark caught you off-guard, but you understood why, exactly. There was a hint of shock in his blue eyes that was quickly followed by a steady realisation.

"Oh, does it bother you? I can go home and change if you want."

He shrugged it off, though he refused to meet your eyes afterward. "Nah, it's fine. You like it. That's all that matters."

— 2007

Suguru left everything behind the moment he decided to go against the jujutsu sorcerer's nature of protecting the innocent. As the one closest to him, the task of boxing his belongings and properly disposing of them fell to you. Satoru was kind enough to hang around and accompany as you sorted through your friend and former classmate's things in his dorm room.

He didn't own much, that, you can confirm. His lodging was modestly decorated with things of necessity and sentimentality, much to your surprise. There were photographs— a lot of photographs— of him and Satoru, of him and Shoko, of him and you, and all four of you. And if your recollections served you right, you were certain that a photo of you adorned his wall, too, but all you found was the trace of a faded rectangle on his cork board of memories.

Suguru didn't have much clothing, either. He had a lot of shirts and sweatpants, as well as the occasional dress shirt, and his uniforms, too. You found the one with a loose thread where his school badge was sewn on, along with a summery shirt— azure blue like the ocean, dotted with dozens of golden hibiscuses.

"I don't think I ever saw him wear this," you remarked as you raised and spread out the shirt in the air, marveling at how well-folded it was. "It's very summery."

"He wore that on our mission in Okinawa," Satoru absentmindedly replied to you, his head thrown back as he sat down on the single chair that Suguru had in his room. "Didn't think he'd bring it back here."

Apart from the cursed energy residuals, the shirt still faintly smelled like Suguru. Suguru and his warmth, his kind smile, the tenderness of his touch, especially when it came to you. While he and Satoru stood on equal ground when it came to power and prowess, he exalted you on a pedestal as the most important person in his life, even though you would have wanted nothing more but to stand next to him, too.

But if that were so— if you truly were the most important person in his life— why did he vanish without telling you a single thing at all? If it was to spare you from heartache, nothing he could have done would make his departure hurt less, so he should have just—

"...Suguru..."

Satoru was gracious enough to ignore the sobs that left your lips as you clutched the floral shirt in your arms. You buried your face in that very same shirt and cried your heart out once more for a boy declared long gone by the same institution you once both served.

In the end, all of Suguru's belongings managed to fit in a single box. It was taken away by the older sorcerers to god knows where, and how you wished you could box up all of the love you had for him, too, and have it taken away by someone else.

But you'd rather handle your feelings yourself. You couldn't imagine having someone sort through your heart as you did with his things earlier, because who knows what kind of gloominess they'd find lodged between the gaps?

You curled your toes into the sand and sea and breathed the salt-dried air, the afternoon wind carelessly tousling your hair. It was a beautiful day to be alive and out in the sun and the sea.

Satoru watched you from afar, your frame adorned with an old friend's old summer outfit from the past, but seeing it out in the sun made him feel like he was just right there, too, and the sound of his laughter from aeons ago seemed like it was just yesterday.

It was a beautiful day, indeed, and Suguru wasn't around to see it. To see you. To see the smile he wanted to protect all his life, even if it warped his perception of everything right and wrong.

"Swim with me, Satoru!"

Satoru came to understand why Suguru wanted to protect your smile, but it reminded him of the darkness his old friend willingly walked into, to a place he couldn't follow him into, no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much you would have wanted to as well, no doubt.

Your smile would vanish. And that's the last thing Suguru would want to happen.

So Satoru regales you as he acquiesced to your silly request and stepped into the shallow waters. "Fine, fine! Don't complain about being cold later!"

You laughed at him, knowing full well that he never really meant what he said to you. "I won't, because I know you'll buy me a coffee afterwards."

In a perfect world, Suguru would be here, too, and he and Satoru would have the time of their lives dunking you and Shoko in the water. But you'll settle for a made-up memory with a fake reality. And you'll smile for Satoru even though it's not real, too.

✧ Scent of First Love - Sakura Fujiwara

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[lieutenantsnowdrop]

Rin Hanamura

After Kaien Shiba’s death, Captain Ukitake needed to appoint a new lieutenant.

Name: Hanamura Rin (花村, 凜)

Translate: 花村 flower village, 凜 cold

Gender: Nonbinary/Androgynes

Race: Shinigami

Age: 315 (Human age appearance: 18)

Rank: squad 13 lieutenant.

History?:

From District: Hokutan

Hanamura was orphaned as soon as they could walk, the only means of survival they had was by the old souls in the village feeding them. Once they could get food for themselves the elders pushed Hanamura off to the side. Often dirty, they appeared more tan than they are now, hair ratted reaching down to their lower back covering their face. The young soul wore some rags that were stained with dirt and blood. Carrying around a small knife and used it when threatened or caught when stealing food. One day, soul reapers came to town and noticed how strong Hanamura’s spirit energy was and took them in. The raven haired soul went to the academy and graduated with full marks, and was given to Jushiro Ukitake who needed a gifted lieutenant.

Rin can recall events from her previous life as a human.

APPEARANCE

Physical appearance: 18

Skin tone: #E1C0AC, #997154

Body type: Rectangle, slight hourglass.

Height: 172cm

Hair: Jet Black, straight, shoulder length. Bangs falling just past their eyes. Hair parted on the right side.

Chest: 34 B

Eye color: #deaa31, outer rings #415463

Main clothing: standard Shihakusho

Accessories: Sometimes they wear a bracelet on their left wrist that has sun and moon beads as well as beads that represent the solar system. They also have a jade green one that they fancy!

Lieutenant badge on left forearm

Make up: light mascara, strawberry lipgloss (Rangiku gave them it)

Birthmarks: Right Kneecap, covers all of it. 5 inches length.

Scars: left hand burn scars(#4f3629) cuts that scarred up going up to their elbow. Few slice scars on the right forearm. Knee scars(falls) huge scar on the right shin. (#faf0eb)

Abnormalities: Skin is different patches of color, some areas tan and some stay light. Freckles lightly splashed on their face, neck and arms.

PERSONALITY

do they have a split personality?: Hard to say for sure.

Base instincts?: Shy, cold. They don’t talk too much unless you are close. They might happily smile closed eyed when saying hello but won’t really speak unless spoken too. Likes animals more than humans/souls. Believes everyone and everything has the right to live among the other.

Attitude?:

Shy, stubborn, takes everything literally. Serious.

Strangers: Shy, cold. Won’t talk much to you. Might look at you to study. If you do talk to them, they will make conversation with you. If you are somewhere you are not supposed to be they will question you, but it’s as though they are curious.

Children: Watchful, but they don’t like when children are screaming and don’t know what to do fully.

Squad members: Same as strangers, just a bit more cheerful because they consider you a safe person.

Family/Friends: Warm and cheerful, cold sometimes but doesn’t mean to be. might joke around with you but doesn’t understand when someone is joking with them back.

How active are they?: Loves to hang out with people. Doesn’t sleep much some days. Gets their work done quickly and accurately. Will train for 2-3 hours before and after paperwork.

How easily do they get angry?: When people tell them they aren’t doing their job right instead of suggesting different ways to do things if they are struggling. Gets angry if someone is making noises just to do so (eg. Chewing). If someone talks behind another’s back.

What makes them angrier then anything?: If you were to hurt their family/friends any sort of way.

What makes them happier than anything?: If you were to gift them something they find useful or help with tasks. Animals, sweets. Spending time with them

Loyalty in general?: Loyalty is a 9/10. Basically they won’t leave you alone unless you voice for them to do so. Will still take up for you and come to your rescue if you hold any importance to them

Protector?: Will protect you with their life.

LIKES/DISLIKES

color?:

Favorite: Sage green, various shades of blue, Candy Apple Red

Hate: Primary color shades

animal?:

Favorite: Cats, birds, frogs, turtles

Hate: n/a

music genre?:

Favorite: Jazz/Classical

Hate: modern day country

place?:

Favorite: anywhere really

Hate: small rooms

drink?:

Favorite: Soda, Tea

Hate: Vegetable Juice (eg. Tomato juice)

food?:

Favorite: White rice

Hate: Organs

flavor?:

Favorite: Orange, Lemon, Pear, Pineapple, Apple, Watermelon, Licorice, Sweet Chili, Bourbon

Hate: Black Cherry

smell?:

Favorite: Lemon, Apple, Cinnamon, Cashmere, Sandalwood, Lavender, Lilac, Forest, Old Paper, Ocean

Hate: Black Cherry, people’s bad breath, alcohol.

feel?:

Favorite: Warmth, seeing others happy

Hate: People going behind their back, doing the wrong thing

SOCIAL LIFE.

How social are they with others?: Introvert, will hang out with you if you’re good friends. Not a flirtatious person, unless they really like you then it might be small hints.

How many friends?: lots of acquaintances, few close friends.

How many good friends?: n/a

How fast are they at making new friends: takes them a few times of interactions ranging from 3 to 7.

How good are they at keeping friends?: You respect them they respect you, if you want to grow apart they will understand.

Marital status: single

Times had sex: HEY WHY DOES THIS MATTER???!!!

COMBAT

Reishi color/element: water

How much energy do they have?: Can hold their own for about 8 hours fighting. Can run constantly for 45 minutes if not using flash step.

Abilities?:

Longetivity

Enhanced Durability and Endurance

Reiryoku

Reiatsu

Zanpakuto

Flash Step

Preferred weapon?:

Hands, Zanpakuto sword

combat efficiency?: 8/10

Support

How good at ranged combat?: 4/10

How good at hand to hand combat?: 6/10

How good at weapon combat?: 8/10

General fighting style?: Close/ Middle range

Strongest attack?: Shikai

Medical abilities?: 3/10

Spiritual pressure?: Captain

RACE SPECIFIC COMBAT

SHINIGAMI

Zanpakuto spirit appearance?:

Tall man (192cm) Long White hair that is orange at the end. Pale skin, orange eyes. Feminine face, red eyeshadow at the corner of his eyes. Has patches of fish scales that are orange and black on his arms and legs. Wears a long white Kimono gown that slowly fades to a dark violet color by his feet. Wears 2 inch sandals.

Zanpakuto type?: Katana, standard 40 inch blade. White hilt. Small koi fish print on blade near hilt.

Zanpakuto true name?: 紫の反転 (Murasaki no Hanten, Purple Inversion)

Zanpakuto release phrase?: 溺れる (Obereru, Drown)

Shikai form?:

Sword: blade detaches from hilt and curves into a ring.

User: No change

Shikai ability?: User’s Zanpakuto detaches and forms into a ring that is razor sharp to anyone who isn’t the user. The ring can be thrown and recalled cutting everything in its path.

Special ability: the blade when thrown can excrete water droplets and be controlled where they hit and land. If the target is hit by the water it will have a burning sensation similar to acid and a small bit of energy will be taken and given to the user (00.05%)

Bankai: Murasaki no Hanten: Jikoku no Shadousakeru

bankai form?:

When activated rain will fall, the water can be manipulated and steal 0.01% of reiatsu. The blade can detatch and split up into smaller rings. The rings can grow and shrink at will of the user. The blades can also turn into water and excrete droplets. instead of just feeling like a burn it will make the opponent hallucinate. When the opponent hallucinates the landscape around them will appear as a plain of water, rising (00.05%) each time the user is able to make a hit. Whatever part of the opponent’s body is stricken by the user’s blade it will make it harder to move as that part will become (00.25%) as heavy as before. Dread and fear will plague the opponent as their energy is sucked away from them.

Reiatsu taken in Shikai per hit (00.05%)

Reiatsu taken in Bankai per hit (00.50%)

The user can also use water puddles and any that they creates as portals

Efficiency without Shikai or bankai?: 7/10

Kido he/she is good at?: Best at Bakudo and Hado. Can use up to #70 without incantation on both

[113-degrees-of-separation]

(Part 3) Bullets: A Last Stand of the Wreckers story.

Ironfist looked around Room 113, with its white walls and its featureless surfaces. Buried in the depths of Kimia, it couldn't have been more ordinary - far removed from the high-octane adventures of his beloved Wreckers, with their battles atop disintegrating star freighters and their skirmishes with The Anguished.

And yet as he took his seat in front of the Ethics Committee he knew that it was in nondescript rooms like this one that the important battles would be fought: heated discussions about pacts and treaties, sanctions and reparations. Forget vast armies of heavily-armed robots tearing into each other until the last one standing surrendered to his mortal wounds; the Autobot/Decepticon war would only reach its end when two robots sat opposite each other in a room like this one, forgot about the color of their badges, and started to talk.

"Thank you for your patience," said Xaaron from a table at the front of the room. Seated next to him were Animus and Trailbreaker, one each side. "Sometimes the Committee can reach a decision quickly, but on this occasion it was necessary to examine your submission from several angles. I will summarize the case before delivering the Committee's verdict."

Ironfist reached into his waist compartment and pulled out his trusty data slug; a black rectangle of metal stamped with a white Autobot symbol, he only needed it when nervous. As Xaaron began reading from prepared notes he flipped the slug between his fingers and took another look around. When the Ethics Committee had finished for the day, Room 113 would no doubt play host to another tableful of bureaucrats with glassy eyes and a thousand ways of apportioning blame.

The rush to convene committees was symptomatic of life after what had become known as the Surge. After a betrayal within the Autobot ranks, Megatron had acquired the access codes to all of the major Autobot outposts. Waves of Decepticons had attacked on multiple fronts, gripped by a terrifying desire to win. Prime, as always, had turned the tide, but the Autobot army that was left to pick up the pieces was decidedly ill-at- ease with itself. Now, every sullen soldier was a potential turncoat; anyone who raised their voice was a another one to watch; you'd loiter in a doorway to avoid a ranting comrade-in-arms before quietly passing on their name to Someone Higher Up. Plagued by mutual mistrust and desperate for ideological certainty, for fixity of purpose, the Autobots looked to those in charge to lay down some ground rules. And if that meant extra scrutiny, extra checks and balances, so be it.

Ironfist refocused as Xaaron held up a bullet.

"Your testimony, Ironfist, was crucial in helping the Committee decide whether to sanction the use of these 'cerebro-sensitive bullets' in general combat situations."

Ironfist was tired of the sterile language, the qualifiers and caveats. Everything was carefully considered these days: tactical decisions were made only after month-long strategy meetings, while official pronouncements were equivocal and gently shaded, lest they be undermined by unforeseen events. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the hunger for accountability had begun before the Surge. It had begun, in fact, the moment it stopped raining on Babu Yar. There was horror at what Gideon's Decepticons had done to Flame's Autobots, but after the horror came the questions: just what was it that had fallen from that bright, cloudless sky and all but eaten the Autobots below? A few days later an anonymous informant had alerted High Command to the similarities between 'Gideon's Glue', the nickname given to this ravenous chemical weapon, and a hyper-toxic vesicant allegedly being developed on Kimia. Prowl had ordered an inquiry and all of Kimia's weapons engineers, from Brainstorm down, had given evidence before a panel appointed by Chief Justice Tyrest himself. A panel, chaired by Ultra Magnus, that had sat in this very room.

To Ironfist, who - like everyone else - had denied playing any part in the creation of the vesicant, the Magnus Inquiry had felt like a trial. Skyfall had been a tremendous source of strength; a confidant and a trusted advisor, his best friend had sensed the depths of his anguish and arranged for him to be ferried away from Kimia so that he could start a new life elsewhere. In the end that hadn't been necessary: Magnus ruled that it was impossible to establish a definite link between the massacre on Babu Yar and any chemical weapons developed on Kimia. But the seeds of suspicion had been planted, and the Ethics Committee was just one of several ways of keeping tabs on Brainstorm and the rest of them.

Xaaron continued: "The Committee understands that, when fired, these bullets exhibit something you describe as 'cranial bias.' They abandon their natural trajectory in favour of the nearest… well, the nearest head."

"Yes," said Ironfist, sensing that he was expected to elaborate. "Each bullet has a simple onboard computer which is activated when the bullet is fired. The computer immediately locks on to its target's neural processor."

"Tell me, Ironfist," said Trailbreaker, picking up the bullet and guiding it in slow motion towards his own head. "Are you proud of what you've done?"

Ironfist dropped his data slug. "I'm sorry?"

"Most weapons can be used to wound. To disarm. To neutralize a threat. Your weapon kills. Every time. And I wondered whether, in your world, that counted as a success."

"Trailbreaker's question will be struck from the record," said Xaaron.

"The moral issues raised by the existence of these bullets are for the Committee to consider, not you." He raised a hand to silence Trailbreaker's objection. "And the Committee has reached a decision. Ironfist, please stand.

"This Committee is charged with upholding Section 19 of the Autobot Code, and to that end we have considered whether to sanction the use of this ammunition. We have decided that to use cerebro-sensitive bullets against enemy combatants would in all but the most exceptional cases constitute a war crime. The manufacture of these bullets is henceforth banned under Protocol III of the Non-Conventional Weapons Act. You have 36 hours to surrender the bullets and any specially adapted firing mechanism." Xaaron and the others walked out, leaving Ironfist standing and staring into space.

"Hey."

He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Skyfall holding up his hands apologetically.

"Relax, buddy, it's me. How'd it go?"

"Protocol III." "Aw, no. I'm sorry. Who was chairing? Xaaron? Well, that explains it. The guy lost his bearings decades ago. He's older than most mineral deposits."

Skyfall detected a smile behind Ironfist's faceplate. "See, that's where you're better than me, Fiz. If I'd just been humiliated by a bunch of pacifists - if I'd just seen months of work go up in smoke - I'd be mad as hell."

Ironfist shrugged, stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind them.

"Room 113, of all places," said Skyfall. "I still get flashbacks to the Inquiry. Sitting there in front of Magnus, listening to Nightbeat talk about scar patterns and droplet craters."

"Let's not go there."

"No, you're right. I know I had it bad, but it was nothing compared to the grilling they gave you. I'd have buckled. After the third day of questioning, I'd have buckled." Skyfall steered Ironfist towards The Exit Rooms, a warren of recharge booths next to the shuttle bays and the one place where Kimia's staff could take a break from their duties and ingest energon or engex. "But you, my friend, are made of sterner stuff. The strong and silent type… A little bit Impactor-esque, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Stop it," grinned Ironfist, struggling to contain a spark surge.

"Uh-oh, here comes Perceptor's brainier spark brother," said Skyfall.

"Hi, Brainstorm. Don't tell me - Room 113?"

Kimia's foremost weapons engineer lifted up a slim case that was handcuffed to his wrist. "How'd you guess?"

Brainstorm was a legend among Kimia's engineering community, mainly because his weapons were so horrendously over the top. More often than not, whatever exotic gun Ironfist or Crosshairs or Tripwire unveiled,

Brainstorm had not only developed a more extreme version but had seen it rejected by a scandalized Ethics Committee who had found the weapon so morally reprehensible that to even contemplate its use in all but the most extreme combat situations (such as the imminent destruction of Cybertron) was utterly unconscionable. Brainstorm rather gleefully referred to these weapons as the Unmentionables.

"What's in the case?" asked Skyfall.

Brainstorm leaned forward conspiratorially. "I call it an MCP. Malevolent Counterintuitive Pathogen. It's based on the Uncertainty Principle. When you open this case you'll find whatever you least expect. And then it'll kill you."

"Very funny," said Ironfist. "You are joking, right?"

Skyfall tugged his arm. "Come on, Fiz. Exit Rooms."

"I'm going to need that cerebro-gun back, Brainstorm," Ironfist called out as he was dragged away. "Don't worry about giving it the once over."

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[phosphorus-noodles]

Hi everyone!!

Lots of people asked for the pattern I used for my Joel and Lizzie dolls, but due to my mental unwellness, my "pattern" was actually a chaotic blend of multiple patterns, as well as my own spontaneity.

Nonetheless, I am going to attempt to explain the method to my madness in this post! (Fair warning, it will get long.)

(If you actually want to try to recreate this please PLEASE reach out to me!!! I can go into way more detail and do diagrams and whatnot if you really wanna see the full idea!!!)

I'm gonna do my best to divide this up into sections based on how I made them, but because I modified a lot of things and Joel and Lizzie are clearly not the same, it may get a little muddled along the way, but here goes!

The Bodies

First thing's first, this is the link to the tutorial I used for the basic body shape. Super great video, easy to understand, fantastic starting point for any doll!! :D

For Joel, I followed the tutorial pretty exactly, minus that middle seam for a belt. I changed colors for the boots, pants, and coat and kept all the measurements the same.

For Lizzie, I modified her pattern to be a little bit bigger bc haha funny tall wife. On parts of the pattern where the stitch count stayed the same, I added a few more rows to make them longer. I added 4 rows to the legs, 3 rows to the chest, and two rows to the arms.

Like this!

listen I had to visualize it somehow-

I also did a gradient for Lizzie's arms/legs/tail! Here is the video I used to figure out how to do it (I don't have the measurements for where I changed colors I'm sorry I'm goofy </3)

Also, here is a link to a post where I half-heartedly liveblogged the early stages of making them. You can kinda get a rough idea of where I changed colors for different parts of their outfits, etc. but I only got two steps, really- oops.

The Clothes

Now, this is the part where I documented virtually nothing, but honestly, it still turned out just fine!

For Joel, I made boot and sleeve cuffs by just single crocheting a chain to fit around his arm/leg and adding a couple of sc (single crochet) rows. Then I sewed the ends together with a long yarn tail, used thinner gold yarn to add some detailing (look up backstitching! it works really well!!), and sewed the edges on.

His coat ends were made in the same way, but bigger, and instead of sewing the edges fully together, I only connected the top stitches when I was attaching it. And because I'm a messy sewer, I easily hid the seam with a black sc-chain belt :)

The gold details of his coat is also a sc-chain just sewed on. The edges at the bottom... were sorta a sc-hemming type deal-? I don't know, I winged it and I don't like how it turned out </3

The shoulder pads I actually can tell you! It's 5 sc in a magic circle, sc around, and then I picot stitched around in each stitch. Then I tied off a long tail and sewed it onto the top of the arms before I attached them. The badge/flower is the same pattern, but without the sc round in between the mc and the picots.

The sash was a little wonky doing it as a full loop the whole time, so it was basically a long rectangle and when I was attaching the ends together I did it under the shoulder things so it wouldn't be bulky and ugly on top. I think it's decently easy to understand from the pictures in the original post, but if not lmk! (if any of this is coming across at all then bless you tbh.)

The collar is just two rectangles I sewed side by side, they don't continue to the back at all bc they were ugly /lh

And this is the tutorial I used for the crown! I threaded a little piece of green yarn through to make the jewel and tied a knot in the back :)

For Lizzie, I literally made the skirt up as I went along, but it was roughly based on this video. I started with a sc chain to get the right size, then made it a rectangle for a couple of rows (maybe like four?) before joining it together. (That way, I could make the skirt separately and still be able to get it back on her when I was done without being too tight!)

At some point, I picked a stitch as my "center point" and started going back and forth from about that point instead of completing the full circle, doing half double crochets close to it, then double crochets, then triple crochets, then back to dc and hdc as I got close to it again. I think I did about 6-8 for each stitch type section? The GOAL was to make the skirt's hem asymmetrical, which worked, but it's hard to explain bc I literally made it up.

Then I made another sc chain for the belt thing after I attached it :)

The top detailing is also a sc chain, but with some joined yarn above the arms for extra color. There's also bits of yarn that are supposed to be straps, but you can't really see them in any of the pictures, so that's optional rip.

For the frilly hem, I joined the yarn at the "center point" and basically just worked around the whole hem repeating (1 dc, 2dc inc) to make it all wavy and fun!

The Hair

The pattern I based the hair off of was from this kpop star doll that I was originally going to base my entire Joel doll off of.

The difference is I changed the lengths of the strands (I did it based off looks, so all of them are slightly different in length to look more natural) and also color changed the very front few strands of Joel's hair to be green. I also put two strands in a few of the back stitches instead of just one so they completely covered the back of the head (so there are 15-16 strands instead of 14.)

To attach the hair, I used pins to mark out where I wanted to place each strand. Here's a quick progress shot I sent to my friends:

Now, I wasn't smart, and used long pieces of thread from tying off the "hair mop" to sew all the strands onto the head individually. It took forever and make it kinda messy in the back because of weird overlapping. If I could redo it now, I'd use fabric glue or something to glue each strand so it lays flat, although if you don't have it or want to avoid the potential mess, sewing it does in fact work just fine.

Extra Bits (mostly for Lizzie)

Lizzie's tail is more or less the same as her arm, but it starts thinner and goes for longer at the end. For the frilly edge, I remember using a crochet beta fish fin design, but I can't for the life of me find it in my history now?? But it was essentially joining the yarn a few stitches from the point and crocheting (hdc, dc 2x, tr, dc 2x, hdc, dc 2x, tr) and mirroring it on the other side so it looked like this:

Here's a closer view of both the tail and the skirt's hem.

Lizzie's fins were made by making a magic circle, chaining 4 and sc-ing back, and slip stitching back into the circle three times to make the three points. Then I joined onto one point with the lighter color and sc-ed along to the other point to make it more detailed.

Here's a cursed image I sent to my friends of bald Lizzie and her fins.

Lizzie's space buns were a fever dream to me because I made them at 1 am, but I did something that looks similar to this puff stitch flower with only three "petals." I attached it to the head and then used a short chain of another color to add some color and detail.

Here's a view of a bun from the top.

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I think that's just about it! If I missed anything or want to know how I did something better, please please PLEASE reach out to me!!

I'd love to go into more depth on things, but I predict this post will top off at 5 notes so I don't really want to spend hours explaining something that'll go completely unseen /lh

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the inner workings of my brain! Feel free to share and tag me in anything if you decide to try to do this yourself.

Cheers!! <3

[things-i-like-archive]

Honkai Impact 3rd | Murata Himeko | 3rd Birthday Greeting Series

Happy Birthday to Murata Himeko! 🎂🎉

[★★★☆☆] [MyFigue]

[shsl-box-split]

Leftovers!!

These pieces of merch are all left over from previous box splits!

If you are interested in buying any of them, please shoot me a message! All leftovers are first come, first serve!

Prices do go down the longer an item is in the leftovers post, but best offers are always welcome! You must pay for shipping!

Trading is also available and highly encouraged! Here is a list of characters I would trade for normally, but any characters are welcome to be offered!

DEALS!!

All prices are negotiable to an extent! Send your best offers to the mod.

Buy two or more items, get 10% entire order!

Buy 3 or more items, get free shipping! (Only available for inside the US)

Make your own bundle! Must be five items or more, will be given 20% off and free shipping in the US (international buyers will receive 5 USD off shipping).

Birthday sale! For the month of July, any Ryoma, Sayaka, Akane, Yasuhiro, and Korekiyo merchandise available is an extra 20% off!

Secret sale! Every day, a random selection of lucky people who are on an active split will receive a 24 hour sale! To participate, just be part of a split and wait and see if you are selected to be part of the sale. Please know that being part of an active split does not guarantee you will get selected in a timely manner, and you will still need to cover the costs of any characters you claim if a split fills.

Mod’s Garage Sale

Link to Stained Glass items

Deals cannot be combined together.

Please ask for the multiple purchase discounts, they are not automatically applied

*Any items italicized will not go down in price, nor can be negotiated down, due to more than 4 being left over from the initial split or reaching minimum allowed.

Galo and Kray Buddy Collection Rubber Strap: 6 USD (og. 12 USD) Akane Owari Underwear Stand: 6.17 4.94 USD (og. 12 USD) Akane Owari Sanrio Badge: 6.26 5.01 USD (og. 11 USD) Teruteru Hanamura Candy Stand: 9.46 USD (og. 15 USD) Akane Owari Candy Stand: 9.46 7.57 USD (og. 15 USD)   Hiyoko Saionji Stained Glass Stand: 7.57 USD (og. 12 USD) Akane Owari Candy Badge: 7.20 5.76 USD (og. 10 USD)   Akane Owari Sanrio Key Chain: 10.48 8.38 USD  (og. 15 USD) Celestia Ludenberg DRS Badge: 7.35 USD (og. 10 USD) Ryoma Hoshi DRS Badge: 7.35 5.88 USD (og. 10 USD) Hiyoko and Tenko DRS Stands: 14.71 USD each (og. 20 USD) Ryoma Hoshi DRS Stand: 14.71 11.77 USD (og. 20 USD) Ryoma Hoshi DRS Video Call Stand: 11.02 8.82 USD (og. 15 USD) Teruteru Hanamura DRS Video Call Stand: 12.49 USD (og. 17 USD) Kirumi Tojo DRS Video Call Stand: 14.71 USD (og. 20 USD) Notice: All DRS Video Call Stands fronts and back are mix and matchable. All prices are listed for the front character. Please pick a back character when buying a front. Byakuya Twogami Candy Badge: 7.74 USD (og. 10 USD) Yasuhiro Hagakure Rectangle Badge: 9.78 7.82 USD (og. 12 USD) Akane Owari Sanrio Stand: 11.40 9.12 USD (og. 14 USD) Nekomaru, Twogami, and Teruteru Swimsuit Badges: 8.15 USD each (og. 10 USD) Akane Owari Swimsuit Badge: 8.15 6.52 USD (og. 10 USD) SDR2 Swimsuit Stands: 12.22 USD each (og. 15 USD) Makoto, Byakuya, Toko, and Celestia DRS Acrylic Coasters: 14 USD each Sayaka Maizono DRS Acrylic Coaster: 14 11.20 USD Rantaro and Kirumi DRS Acrylic Coasters: 12 USD each (og. 14 USD) Celestia Ludenberg Chibi Prom Badges: 8.15 USD (og. 10 USD) Yasuhiro Hagakure Chibi Prom Badges: 8.15 6.52 USD(og. 10 USD) Teruteru and Nekomaru Chibi Prom Stands: 12.22 USD each (og. 15 USD) Mondo Owada Sanrio Stand: 12.86 USD (og. 15 USD) Danganronpa Candy Badges: 8.58USD (og. 10 USD) Angie Yonaga Sanrio Badge: 8.58 USD (og. 10 USD) Tsumugi Shirogane Cafe 2 Stands: 12.86 USD (og. 15 USD) Junko Enoshima 1-2 Cafe Stand: 11.14 USD each (og. 13 USD) Mahiru and Twogami Chibi Prom Stands: 12.86 USD each (og. 15 USD) Tsumugi Shirogane Mini Chara Halloween Badge: 8.58 USD (og. 10 USD) Tsumugi Shirogane Mini Chara Halloween Stand: 12.86 USD (og. 15 USD) Ryoma Hoshi Mini Chara Halloween Stand: 12.86 10.29 USD (og. 15 USD) Tsumugi Shirogane Retro Key Chain: 12.01 USD (og. 14 USD) SDR2 Side Step Badges: 7.71 USD each (og. 9 USD) Yasuhiro Hagakure Prom Event Film Strip Stand: 12.86 10.29 USD (og. 15 USD) Makoto and Hifumi DRS Badges: 9.03 USD each (og. 10 USD) Danganronpa Chokonto! Key Chains: 10.45 USD each (og. 11 USD) Nekomaru, Twogami, Teruteru and Mahiru Chokonto! Key Chains: 10.45 USD each (og. 11 USD) Akane Owari Chokonto! Key Chains: 10.45 8.36 USD (og. 11 USD) NDRV3 Chibi Prom Stands: 15 USD each Korekiyo and Ryoma Chibi Prom Stands 15 12 USD each DR3 Pixel Stands: 13 USD each

[xiangqiankua]

TIL you can get souvenir stamps at every metro station in Taipei?? From the Taipei MRT website:

車站專屬紀念章戳 紀念章 jìniànzhāng / souvenir badge 戳 chuō / stamp

湖線車站章戳圖形採長方形設計，印臺墨水為棕色；淡水信義線車站採圓形章戳，搭配紅色墨水；松山新店線車站採橢圓形章戳，印臺墨水則為綠色；中和新蘆線車站章戳為方形，採用橘色墨水；板南線車站章戳則別出心裁設計成六角形，印臺墨水為藍色。 印臺 yìntái / stamp pad 別出心裁 biéchūxīncái / adopt an original approach, try to be different 長方形 chángfāngxíng / rectangle 圓形 yuánxíng / round, circular 橢圓形 tuǒyuánxíng / oval 方形 fāngxíng / square 六角形 liùjiǎoxíng / hexagon

為了製造另一種趣味與驚喜，全路網的轉乘車站的紀念章戳，採光芒形狀設計，印臺墨水為黑色，突顯轉乘車站的與眾不同。 轉乘車站 zhuǎn chéng chē zhàn / transfer station 光芒形狀 guāngmáng xíngzhuàng / starburst shape (literally 'rays of light' but I'm fairly certain it's 'starburst' in design terminology...not to be confused with 星爆軟糖, the candy)

網站上的章戳色彩為原設計電子圖檔，與車站現場所使用的墨水有明顯色差，建議到車站實地蓋印，章戳圖案會更自然與真實。

除了捷運車站專屬紀念章戳外，本公司其他經管範圍亦設有紀念章戳(北投會館、臺北小巨蛋及臺北市兒童新樂園)。

[thatseventiesbitch]

Would it be okay to request a possible time-travel scenario where the gang + Red and Kitty end up in the 2020's and their reactions to basically everything?

Thanks for the request! I tried my best, haha. Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but this is what came out. 😂 It features the whole gang circa 2022(?) Have a request? You can send it here!

Fez fell asleep on the basement couch after an afternoon of consuming far too much sugar. He started to toss and turn on the narrow cushions, his sleep fitful and his brow beginning to sweat.

This dream wasn't beginning like his normal dreams - he wasn't naked on top of a cotton candy cloud, being fed tootsie rolls by a gaggle of naked models. Instead he was - dream!Fez rubbed his eyes, bringing everything into sharper focus - he was inside the Point Place central mall? He blinked a few times, taking it in.

Yep, it was the mall. He shook his head. Everything looked so familiar, but so different to him at the same time.

Fez whipped around, looking all the way around him, and he was surprised to find that the whole gang was there. Looking very peculiar indeed.

"Fez!" Jackie called. She waved at him, holding a small black rectangle in her hand. She was dressed in tight jeans and a leopard print top. "Stand in front of that fountain." She gestured a few feet to his left. "I'll put it on my story."

"What story?"

"My Snapchat story." Jackie rolled her eyes, annoyed that he wasn't listening to her. "Now move!" She waved her hand again, and Fez obeyed through his confusion. She frowned, though, when he just stood in front of the fountain limply. "You need to pose."

"You need to pose, Fez," Kelso agreed. He'd come up behind Jackie. He, too, was dressed strangely. "I suggest looking off into the distance. It's very mysterious." Jackie nodded her approval. "Maybe with a chin grasp," Kelso demonstrated. Now Jackie clapped.

"Michael's very good at this," Jackie informed Fez. "How many Instagram followers do you have now, Michael?"

"Almost 20,000," Kelso crowed, shining an imaginary badge on his chest. "Yeah. That's half as many as Beyoncé."

"No it's not," Donna mouthed, shaking her head. She'd approached too, with Eric.

"Who even comes to malls anymore?" Eric was complaining. "I forgot this was here."

"They're a dying breed," Hyde agreed, trailing a few feet behind. He clasped his belt buckle. "A relic." He grinned at Red. "Kinda like you."

"Watch it," the older man glared. He held his wife's hand in one hand, and a Dick's Sporting Goods bag in the other. "I'm only here for some new tennis shoes." He scowled. "The regular kind, not... lizard feet."

Kitty interrupted, giggling. "The salesman tried to get him to try on some of those newfangled running shoes. The ones with the toes."

"Just not right," Red mumbled, while Kitty continued to giggle. His phone chimed, and he lifted it from his coat pocket and then scowled. "And, damn it, the Packers just allowed another touchdown. Kitty - we've gotta go. C'mon."

"C'mon kids. Everyone in the Tahoe, let's go."

"Fine by me, man. The music here blows," Hyde turned to follow Red and Kitty to the parking garage. Eric and Donna nodded and did the same. A Lil Baby song had started playing, offending their ears.

"Wait!" Jackie protested. "My story!" She stuck her lip out in a little pout, and shook her phone at them all. "I want to document this day."

"Jackie, it's just been a normal day," Hyde said, but he turned around and so did Eric and Donna.

"So what?" she insisted. "It's been a normal day with my favorite people. And I want pictures!"

"Of course you do," Hyde sighed, annoyed. But he was all but won over.

"They always want to document it," Eric agreed. Donna poked his side.

"Starting with Fez," Jackie beamed at him. She held up her phone, and Kelso coached him on 'elongating his cheekbones'. She snapped his picture, and then grinned even wider when she analyzed her shot. "Aw. Fezzie! You're so cute!"

"I'm cuter," Kelso insisted, pushing forward and pushing Fez aside. "Take my picture next, Jackie. But - " he carefully instructed her which angles were his best, and they negotiated the best light.

"Gorgeous, Michael," Jackie promised him after she'd snapped it. "Especially with that new filter."

"Oh, that new filter's the best thing that ever happened to me," he chuckled.

"Don't let Brooke hear you say that," Donna scowled.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, m'lady," Eric sidled up behind her and kissed her cheek, quickly diffusing her anger. She smiled and leaned back into him, and Jackie snapped a few candid shots of them.

"Better than the new Star Wars movie?" she teased him.

"Hmm," he pretended to think about it. "It's about 50/50," he teased her back, and she elbowed him.

Finally, Jackie turned the camera around to selfie mode. "C'mere, Puddin'," she gestured for Hyde. He loped over to her, reluctant.

"Jackie," he sighed. "You know how much I hate pictures."

"But you love me, right?" She scrunched up her nose, and he couldn't help but grin. He didn't say anything, but he took off his sunglasses. Jackie grinned triumphantly, and pointed at him. "You didn't say no, Steven. That's as good as - "

He kissed her, and by the time they were done making out he let her take whatever photos she wanted.

Plus, they needed to wrap it up. Red was laying on the horn from the parking garage.

"Come on already! Dumbasses."

"It's okay, Mr. Red," Fez assured him from the passenger's seat. "I have a big bag of tootsie rolls we can eat while we wait, would you like some?"

"No, I sure as hell don't - "

"Ai!"

Fez's eyes blinked open suddenly as he gasped. Mr. Red and Mrs. Kitty stood above him. Who knows how long they'd been there - but just like in his dream, they did not look happy.

"I sure as hell don't want the foreign kid sleeping here again," Red was yelling.

"Hi honey," Mrs. Forman blinked down at him, more kindly. "Did you have a nice nap?" She laughed. "Well, now it's time to go."

"I-I had a dream," Fez explained, gasping for air. "And you were there," he pointed at Mrs. Forman, "And you," he pointed at Red, "And you," he pointed at Jackie and Hyde. They were walking out of Hyde's room, holding hands.

"I know what kind of dreams you have, Fez," Hyde frowned. "I don't want to be in 'em."

"I don't know what kind of dreams you have," Red grabbed Fez's arms and hauled him to his feet. "And I don't want to be in 'em either. Now get out." He shoved him out the door.

Fez was still contemplating his dreamland as he tumbled up the basement's icy steps, sucking in the frigid outdoor temperatures that reminded him he was no longer inside the Point Place mall - or whatever timeline his imagination had created.

"How do I get back there?" he frowned, smacking the side of his head futilely. To the land with the magic rectangles, and the lizard feet, and his happy friends, and never-ending tootsie-rolls?

It was an imaginary place, but it was a place Fez couldn't wait to get back to someday. Maybe tonight, in his dreams...

[enteringdullsville]

The Clear Drewman, Clarence

Statistics

Aesthetic:

Age: 25 (Season One)

Alignment: Accomplice

Badge: Rectangles

Color Type: Green

Effect(s): …

Family Members: …

Standout Features: Glasses

Rank: …

Character Bases

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Development

Clarence was created entirely as a joke very early on. Being the Clear Drewman, he was characterized ironically throughout RS as being incredibly spacey, frivolous, and scatterbrained, most of which Geneva ultimately inherited. After the jump to ICT, Clarence suffered the most and was relegated to the role of a side character for a while before ultimately rejoining the core cast. To reflect (or rather, refract) this, he traded his old looniness for a far more intelligent, overly helpful persona-the catch being that nobody can bother to notice.

…It’s Color Theory!

[boba-online]

some ideas i would implement if i were ceo of tumblr:

- sticker page :-) badges r cool but take up too much space my solution? sticker page on profile like a journal

- tint ur posts different colours :-) like xkit post theming but probably with one main colour and the secondary colour is done mathematically to be the most contrasty

- custom themes for the web/app ui that you can add like themes for ur blog :-)

- buttons on your profile more ones like for websites and stuff. why don’t we already have this

- functional search system. with filters and time and combinations of tags and whatever

- no more tumblr live

- revert all the bad changes: bring back the old dashboard as an option. it cannot be that difficult to have two layouts with the same underlying system

- onboarding should have profile picture header and title How is this not already implemented

- furthermore new people should have a little tumblr university button or tutorial or something. to teach and explain features instead of removing them

- proper reply system in the comments . why don’t replies get nested under the main comment ??

- gif profile pictures (with appropriate accessibility options)

- more profile picture shapes. star . heart. rectangle. like a badge maybe

- twitter circles but for tumblr i want to be able to show posts to Just Mutuals or a specific list of people. again why isn’t this already here

- a variety of app icons that you can change between on mobile! idk if android has it, but ios has this built in as a feature just implement it

- custom emojis i think these would work with like a (free) marketplace on people’s profiles that would also have the stickers

- a slider for who content is for (everyone, suggestive, explicit ?)

- new features should go to tumblr labs first and then have a like and dislike thing on it. features that are liked a lot get prioritised development?