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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Headcanons on Crewel meeting his own tsum? We got one for Rollo and Crowley(I think), so any for Crewel?

Crowley interacting with his Tsum here!

Rollo interacting with his Tsum here!

Curiouser and Curiouser…

He’s NOT happy, not happy at all. Crewel’s job stipulates that he babysit pups during lectures and office hours—it said nothing about monitoring a Tsum in his off-time!

Tsum!Crewel keeps following him around like a lost puppy seeking comfort from its owner, ignoring his various attempts to keep it at bay or to push it back with his pointer. At first, Crewel thinks it is irritating. With time though, he finds it a little… endearing.

It tries to copy him! Tsum!Crewel picks up a little stick and mimics his movements with the pointer. It’s hard to pay attention to the lecture when you’re focuses on that cute display

It’s easy to spot Tsum!Crewel (because of how monochrome it is) among the alchemy ingredients in lab and the vibrant plants in the botanical garden. It patrols like a guard dog… to keep the pups alert and on their toes!

If you’re lucky, Tsum!Crewel might drop in to help you with getting the right ingredient and amount scooped into your cauldron or vial.

Don’t get it angry, or you’re in for a world of hurt! Tsum!Crewel will leap on your head and aggressively bounce on it or tackle you until you’re down and out for the count. You’re not sure which is worse: this, or an actual lecture from the teacher!

Tsum!Crewel likes to hide in Crewel’s fur coat, much to his chagrin. He keeps fightijg with it to keep it out, but it’s stubborn and keeps diving back in, whether it’s up his sleeve or clinging from the tails. “Tch, what a troublesome mutt I have on my hands…”

Somehow, Tsum!Crewel found a toy car and hops in, attempting to drive around in it… even though the car isn’t functional! It gives Crewel the puppy dog eyes until he relents and pushes it along.

It learns a lot of basic (dog) tricks! Tsum!Crewel can sit, stay, come, roll over, shake, and tons more. Crewel praises it and gives it a wrapped candy as a reward.

Tsum!Crewel attempts to sip an adult beverage, but it loses balance and tips into the hlass. It tries to keep its cool composure, even when it is sopping wet, shivering, and dyed in wine. Crewel fishes it out and gives it a good scolding as he dry-cleans and removes the staining on Tsum!Crewel’s clothes.

It wants to try on new fashions, but there aren’t exactly many clothes that can fit it… not even doll clothes! Crewel sighs and grumps about it, but he sits down and magically sews a few outfit variants for his Tsum self. “All living things deserve to be dressed in style,” he insists, laying out the new wardrobe for Tsum!Crewel, who is ecstatic.

When he plays chess against Trein, Tsum!Crewel hope onto the board and interferes, pushing one of Crewel’s pieces with its headbutt. Together, they tag-team and manage to beat this round! Trein shakes his head disapprovingly and tells them off for cheating. To that, Crewel just grins and calls him a sore loser. (A truly skilled chess player could win in spite of the odds being stacked against them, he reasons.)

Tsum!Crewel has unexplained beef with Lucius. It stares at him from across the table, and any time Lucius makes a sudden move, Tsum!Crewel leaps, as if squaring up for a fight. (Crewel has to curb it to prevent a fight from breaking out.)

Conversely, Tsum!Crewel adores dogs. It tackles Jack with gusto and does the same when Crewel attempts to introduce it to his own pets. Its snuggles are quite aggressive—Crewel has to practically rip it from the targets of its affection.

Crewel’s beloved classic car is having issues starting up. In comes Tsum!Crewel with a wrench to help! The two replace the malfunctioning part (yay, teamwork!) and then pile in to drive off into the Foothill Town to shop.

Cruising on the open road like this, the wind weaving through his hair and one arm draped over the side of the vehicle, Crewel at last feels at peace. When he glances over to the passenger’s seat, he finds that his Tsum has dozed off. It reminds him of an energetic pup, all tuckered out after a long day of play. “… Hmph, what a very naughty boy,” he says with the shake of his head—and the slightest of smiles.

[tiddygame]

ghost’s civilian wardrobe is nothing but hawaiian shirts. soap is in utter disbelief the first time he sees it. ghost says they’re good bc:

it’s so fucking ugly, no one can stand to look at it for too long so he doesn’t draw attention

No one thinks the ghost would wear something so bright and stupid meaning he’s completely under cover every time he’s on leave

they’re cheap and an easy thrift

but he just really fucking likes how goddamn ugly they are

…

at least, that’s what he tells soap. and himself. in reality, they were always tommy’s thing. he always wore them to the point everyone knew that the safest gift to get him was the ugliest patterned shirts they could find. in every family photo, tommy was the easiest to spot with the brightest eye sore worn proudly with a smile.

after that cold night in december, all of their stuff was either donated or thrown away.

one day, ghost was thrift shopping (because even though now he had more money, habits from being raised in a poor home die hard) and saw one of them. he froze. at first, he thought it was just one that looked similar. but when he inspected it, it even had that old tear tommy had gotten simon to fix and sew up for him.

he grabbed it in a daze. he searched every rack in that store and found a few more hawaiian shirts. if they were tommy’s or not didn’t matter. he bought them. for days, he hunted through every thrift store in town buying every stupid patterned shirt he saw.

knowing that the few shirts he collected was the only thing he had left of his baby brother finally broke him. he probably looked insane, sitting in his old beat up pickup truck, surrounded by shopping bags from different stores, crying into a yellow and orange button up with flowers on it, and one sewn up tear on the sleeve. but it was tommy’s. and it was all he had.

at first, they were hidden away in a box. he lied to himself that it was because he wanted to keep them safe, but in reality, he couldn’t look at them without either wanting to cry or punch holes in the wall.

but, one christmas, he finally pulls his head out of his ass and grabs them. visits the cemetery in a stupid yellow and orange monstrosity of a shirt and complains that tommy couldn’t have had a better fashion sense.

he wears another when he has to go grocery shopping. and again when he runs errands. and again. and again. and again.

the first time one of them got something on it, he almost cried and pulled every trick his mother taught him about removing stains. the shadow of it persisted but the pattern covered most of it.

eventually, they became a staple of his wardrobe.

years later, soap watched ghosts careful routine he had for washing the shirts. they were always washed separately on delicate and air dried with routine inspections for any holes or tears. it would click later, when finding an old family photo, one with a young boy on simon’s shoulders and another man next to him in a familiar yellow and orange shirt, that perhaps simon hadn’t been entirely truthful when he said he just liked them.

simon was scared the first time soap did his laundry, but johnny always washed them with the same level of care, following the exact same routine. he still made fun of him (lovingly, of course), saying that crimes against fashion must run in the family.

…

and further down the line, years later, they will be old and graying with wrinkles, wearing matching hawaiian shirts. johnny will complain about how ugly they are yet will still wear it happily (and tune out simon reminding him that it was johnnys idea to start matching)

[valeria-fortnite]

[Midas came to Doom's castle to check in with Valeria. The other one mentioning her Montague left him a bit concerned with how a meeting between him and his Val would go, considering logic would say he'd be in possession of a relic like hers. Fight or otherwise, he imagined it wouldn't be pleasant. He came alone to ensure his visit couldn't be interpreted as a threat, but was briefly stopped by a couple guards at the front regardless. "I'm here to see Valeria. Even if you are dumb enough to not know who I am, know that I'm a friend of theirs and she'd be very irritated to know you didn't let me see her."

The guards, perhaps a bit extra defensive with the recent curses on the family, pushed back by pointing their guns at him. "We are aware of tricks used by those attempting to court Valeria."

Midas rolled his eyes, and with a golden touch to their guns said, "I am not everyone else." This seemed to get the point across, and he was able to enter. The guards stationed at her room thankfully had the sense not to bother him as he passed.]

Valeria, I apologize for dropping in without notice. I spoke briefly with the other one while she was here, wanted to make sure you made it back. I'm glad you have, but it looks like you had an...experience, while away. Are you alright? -@king-midas-fortnite

[ The lack of resistance from the guards at her door, let alone the way they don't even glance directly at him, but their presence nonetheless is enough tell that Valeria wanted some peace. But that Midas was an exception to that. Maybe the guards simply didn't care, knowing that she could handle herself no matter the state. ]

[ It's a moot point as he walks in either way. The room is cast in a low light by nothing more than candles and one modern lamp next to the bed. Made of heavy mahogany and spiraling bronze designs painted into the posts, it's obvious the bed used to support privacy curtains that have long since been removed. ]

[ It makes seeing that she's awake at all easy enough since the room is dead silent aside from the occasional scratch of pen against paper. Valeria's lying on her stomach, despite the burns, to let the wrappings around her relic breathe. The ruddy stains seem to reflect the light like fine glitter. ]

[ A journal sits on her silk pillow instead of her head, more heavy books are scattered on top of the matching lotus silk comforter. At the sound of the door she twists as much as the bandages allow her to, elbow propping her up to see who's joined her. Their initial look of annoyance lights up into subdued delight despite the exhaustion painting their features. ]

King Midas! No don't apologize, it's good to see you.

[ Her smile doesn't fade at the mention of the wounds but it does become almost a grimace as she's reminded either way. She sets down her pen, leaving the journal open to motion him to sit on a chair propped up by the bed thanks to Wrecker. ]

Certainly an understatement but...I'm okay. None of it should scar and it made for a learning experience, relic wise. I'm already sick of all the 'bedrest', as you can tell.

[catgirl-catboy]

Danganronpa Blackened plans from best to worst:

(disclaimer: I'm including attempted murders on here, and counting certain double murders separately because it makes sense) I'd love to talk about how you would rank these, so please give your thoughts!

Sakura- since this one is a suicide, I'm not sure it counts. But if Monokuma has to actively interfere to get a case to go to trial, then you did a good job. I can't think of a mistake she made at the top of my head. She wanted to make things as easy as possible for everyone, and she succeeded.

Nagito chapter 5- He didn't plan for the traitor to give herself up, which is a reasonable mistake to make considering the only thing he knew about the traitor was that she WASN'T an ult. despair.

Tsumugi- when you have someone actively confessing to a murder that you committed, you are pretty much scot free. That being said, taking Kaede to the location of your secret passage, even if there weren't any consequences, was needlessly risky. I'd say this is one of those cases where it'd be better to have no alibi at all, since Kiibo and Ryoma didn't have one either.

Gundam- when halfway through the trial you still don't know how the victim died, the murderer did a pretty decent job. His main mistake was that he heard the commotion when he shouldn't have, and that was a calculated risk. He could have easily pushed the "Nagito = lying" agenda more then he did to combat that. He totally gave himself up.

Kiyo's murder of Angie: The locked room murder was a good trick that brought suspicion on the student council. I think that if he stopped here, he likely would have gotten away with it. Even with the duct tape, that doesn't bring suspicion on Kiyo specifically. Since it was nighttime, nobody had an alibi. There is no evidence that incriminates him at all.

Kaito and Kokichi- for attempting to create an unsolvable murder, showing that tape of Kaito being crushed sure did create a lot of problems. I don't think Shuichi would have solved it had that evidence not been handed over by the blackened in the beginning of the trial.

Junko- She made no mistakes during her murder itself. If she took herself to trial in chapter one, there's a 0% chance of her getting caught. Having the victim be impersonating herself means everyone would come to the conclusion it's a suicide. She gets points for trying to destroy the body too, thats not a strategy we see killers use often. She makes a few small mistakes in the body disposal, namely not covering her hand when she attacks Makoto and removing Mukuro's fake nails before placing the bomb. However, her biggest glaring mistake was revealing the true number of students in the first place.

Teruteru- For a rushed plan, this was pretty well thought out. His mistake was trying to attack when the rest of the group were together while he could have attacked someone before the party. That being said, attacking from the floorboards during a blackout he knew would happen is a good plan. I also think he should have destroyed or hid the list of kitchen items, so nobody would notice an iron skewer was missing. He could have easily flushed it down the toilet.

Mondo- in terms of plan he had no plan. However, he didn't make any glaring mistakes at the crime scene. There's not much he could have done about the protein coffee stain and the blood spatter. If you add on Togami's interference, there is no way he would have been caught if he had just kept his mouth shut. For the broken monopad, Taka is equally suspicious. Kyoko was the only one that suspected him, and in chapter two she may not have enough influence over the group to single handedly get him eliminated. The fact that a guy who killed in the heat of the moment places decently shows how little brain cells some of them have.

Gonta and Kokichi- this one is very hard to rank because 90% of the reason Gonta was suspected is Kokichi's testimony, and can you really call the memory error a mistake since it was before Gonta was plotting murder? Either way, I'm putting it here. Gonta made a mistake by being seen in the same area as the toilet paper when he could have easily hidden it on him like Miu did with the phone. However, Kokichi made the majority of mistakes in this case by turning on Gonta for denying he even entered the virtual world. (my dude, its Gonta. This is probably the level of lies you would have gotten had there not been a memory error.)

Kirumi- She made one very big mistake: moving the body. If she had just left Ryoma in his lab, this crime would be near impossible to trace back to her. Depending on if she removed the handcuffs and the severity of his head wound, this could be argued to be a suicide. She couldn't have known that Kokichi or Gonta wouldn't have gone into Ryoma's lab looking for him, but even so that could have been traced back to a lot of different people.

Peko- I think her biggest mistake was agreeing to meet up with the rest of the girls if she suspected Fuyuhiko was going to try something. With a cast this large, not having an alibi is more suspicious than something being weird about your alibi. Her mistake with the gummies is understandable, since we don't know how recently she last say Hiyoko eating them. However, why did she get sparkling justice involved? Fuyuhiko was more suspicious than her throughout most of the case, so people would have likely voted for him. If she wanted him to survive the trial, she should have confessed! Her motives in this case confuse me tbh.

Kaede- her murder is overcomplicated, but in a way that makes sense because she didn't know who she was killing. It also would have been quite difficult to test beforehand due to all of the moving parts and the mastermind possibly being in the library at any time. From a tactical level, her mistake was not taking the first blood perk, but thats due to moral reasons. Since this murder failed, I don't think I can rank it any higher.

Mikan- She shouldn't have tried to record that video for Hajime. She also shouldn't have strangled Ibuki when she just could have hanged her. Why obscure the cause of death? That being said, I think killing Hiyoko was the right choice and was done decently. Still the smartest chapter three killer by a longshot.

Chapter 1 Nagito- Bad plan, which makes sense since he was likely trying to get caught. The bad part of causing a blackout is that whoever was closest to the body would be suspected, since it takes the smallest leap in logic for him to be accused. In the trial, he also caved way too quickly.

Sayaka- Makoto would realistically suspect her, but she was counting on being more charismatic than him for it not to matter. That being said, she made quite a lot of mistakes. She took the murder weapon even though she knew Hina and Sakura were watching and it could be traced back to her. In the au where Makoto gets blamed for killing Leon, that would have been incredibly fishy. She also didn't remove potential weapons from the area before attacking Leon, which is a huge oversight considering he's physically stronger than her. The note she sent was also traced back to her. If she actually made it to the class trial, she would have been caught quite easily.

Miu: The moment Shuichi notices the poison doesn't match the symptoms of the death, she's suspect number one. Her strange behavior before that would have definitely been a clue.

Celeste- Where do I even start. Using Hifumi at all made things needlessly complicated, and he made the majority of mistakes in the murder case. If Hifumi can kill Taka and she can kill Hifumi, than she could have killed Taka easily, especially considering his mental state at the time. I'd go farther and saying having Hifumi alive in the class trial would be an asset, since he'd believe everything she says.

Leon- He removed all of the hair from the crime scene, but didn't bother to... I don't know, go back and look at the body once during that? Did he not bother to clean the bathroom. He also took risks with disposing of the evidence when he could have just as easily hidden it in his room, where nobody would think to look for it.

Kiyo's murder of Tenko- Not only did he make a fuckton of mistakes, this murder was completely pointless. The whole murder was a mistake. I understand he wanted to bolster his kill count, but doing nothing was the best option. If he wanted to axe off someone useful to the group, like Shuichi or Kaito, then this murder might make sense from a strategic perspective. He made horrible choices for seance members, arguably choosing the two smartest in the group to help him. I also think he could have likely found his way to the center of the room based off muscle memory, and those lines he added were unnecessary.

[ckao03]

Okay, I could talk about each of these topics in greater depth, but I'll keep it boiled down or else I'll be typing for a loooong time. If anyone wants elaboration on the following steps or on any particular pieces I've done, let me know and I'll give more tips and tricks later :) Apologies for the formatting, I'm still getting used to posting on Tumblr

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Step 1: Clean up and prep I start by sanding down leftover pieces and flaws in the model caused by the production process. In traditional model kits, these are pour tabs, flash and seam lines. For 3D printed, these would be pits or bumps left behind from supports and layers lines.

The arm and boots on the left are from a traditional model kit, and have visible tab chunks that will need snipping then sanding. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N on the right needs his supports removed, then sanding. Every piece (minus those with fine texture) gets buffed with 240, 320, 600 and 1000 grit sandpaper/sanding sponges (clear parts and any pieces intended to be painted with clear paints, such as character skin, are additionally polished with a melamine sponge, also known as a magic eraser).

This is to make sure the surface is level and uniform. Any bumps or scratches that aren't removed will show up in the final paint job.

(Note for beginners: It's fine to just remove production remnants and do a little clean up before going to the next step. All that prep is tedious! Just have fun with it for now!)

Step 2: Make sure the model parts fit well together. It's very common for a model to not fit together perfectly right away. Dipping the model in hot water to soften it, then pressing the pieces together usually fixes this. Be careful not to burn yourself! Sometimes drilling and sanding is required. At this point, larger model kits will require drilling and pinning, though most are fine being assembled later just with glue.

Step 3: Primer

I secure the pieces on clips to keep them elevated, and spray them in thin, even layers of primer. Primer is essential, as it is what makes the paint stick to the model. - White primer: Best for anime and cartoon figures, makes colors pop - Grey: For realistic characters, dulls colors down a little. - Black: For metal or specialty products, like Armored Komodo pigments

Primer will make any unresolved blemishes become more visible, so I usually go back to step 1 until I get them all.

Step 4: Clear coat

For an even, level paint job, I spray a layer of Gloss clear coat on every piece, to smooth the surface even more. I skip this for finely textured pieces, so the details don't get filled in. Spray in a well ventilated area with protection!

There are many brands of clear coats. These are my favorites!

Step 5: Paint

I use three kinds of paint:

Lacquer: Expensive, take a little while to cure, must be thinned with a solvent. Sometimes hard to find. Offers lovely effects, is durable and sticks very well. Can be difficult to correct if something goes wrong. *HAZARDOUS, use in a well ventilated or outside area and use breathing protection!*

Enamel: A little easier to find, takes a long time to cure, which sometimes is a benefit, as it can level itself and provide a smoother surface. Must be thinned with a solvent, sticks very well. Most importantly, enamel can be used on top of lacquers and erased without damaging the lacquer layer. *HAZARDOUS, use in a well ventilated or outside area and use breathing protection!*

Acrylic: Great, vibrant colors, easy to find, very affordable! Dries very fast, even faster if you lightly use a hair dryer. Very delicate, prone to scratches and chips. Can be easily stained by other acrylic color. You only need water to thin it!

Left to right: Creos Mr Hobby Lacquers, Tamiya Enamel, Vallejo Acrylics

I usually start with the character's skin first. This is because I paint skin using built up layers of clear colors, to get a sort of 'glow' that shines through to the primer and differentiates the skin from clothing and hair pieces.

Afterwards and throughout the project, I 'save' my work by spraying a layer of clear Gloss or Matte spray. I use an airbrush, so to further protect other parts of my work, I cover the finished pieces in masking liquid and/or masking tape, before spraying the next color. Because Enamel can be easily wiped off of lacquers without affecting the lower color layers, I use this type of paint second. If you use Enamel first, you may run into issues with the underlying lacquer causing paint cracking in the future.

(Note for beginners: Using just acrylics is fine. :) I have painted entire models with acrylic paints obtained from craft stores and Walmart, and had very good results.)

Despite my masking, some enamel paint leaked through on Casey's neck. Masking is rarely perfect, so expect to do touch ups after removal.

Step 6: Face eyes and details

...this is an entire essay on it's own, which will require another post. But I use layers of enamel for eyes, water color pencils for eyebrows, chalk pastels for makeup/shading and acrylics for eye lashes.

I have shaky hands sometimes, so the ability to erase my work and start again is very helpful here, hence why I don't use lacquers for this part.

There are... So many products and colors in this one piece... Step 7: Touch ups then gluing

I typically do touch ups as I go, but now is the last chance to correct anything. Once it's ready, 2-part epoxy or crazy glue (sometimes both) will be enough to get most models together entirely.

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That's a basic breakdown for my process, though for things like effects, clear pieces and fancier/realistic models, it can get quite elaborate. I don't want to scare anyone away from the hobby, so I'll just say this...

You don't have to do allllll this stuff!! Find a model you love (repainting dollar store figures is a great place to start!), prime it, and slap some paint on it! Just have fun, and then go from there!! My first model was lumpy, and looked like she was painted with nail polish, but I kept going and just enjoyed myself, trying new tips and tricks along the way. The point is to have fun! Make sure to take proper precautions and read product instructions as well, if you choose to use the more toxic products.

If anyone decides to give figure painting a shot, send pics of your projects my way, I'd love to see them!! :D It's always great to have more people in the hobby! And I'm always up for more questions, they might just take me a little while to get to replying.

[carlimuja]

Furniture Maintenance: How to Keep Your Dining Chairs Looking New

Investing in a set of stylish and comfortable dining chairs can instantly elevate the overall ambience of your dining area. Whether you have chosen classic wooden chairs or modern upholstered ones, it's crucial to maintain them properly to ensure their longevity and keep them looking new. Let us explore the tips and tricks for maintaining your dining chairs in Singapore, helping you preserve their beauty and functionality for years.

CLEAN REGULARLY TO PREVENT BUILD-UP:

Regular cleaning can prevent dirt, dust, and food particles from accumulating on your dining chairs. Start by vacuuming the chairs to remove loose debris. Use a soft, dry cloth to wipe any remaining dust from wooden chairs. 

Upholstered chairs can be vacuumed or brushed to remove surface dirt. If there are any spills or stains, act quickly and follow the manufacturer's guidelines for stain removal.

PROTECT WITH CHAIR COVERS:

Consider using chair covers to safeguard your dining chairs from accidental spills and stains. These covers protect the chairs and add a touch of elegance to your dining space. Opt for chair covers made from durable and easy-to-clean fabrics that match your overall decor. Remember to remove and wash the covers regularly to maintain cleanliness and freshness.

AVOID DIRECT SUNLIGHT:

Excessive exposure to sunlight can cause fading and damage to the materials of your dining chairs. To protect them, position the chairs away from direct sunlight or use curtains, blinds, or window films to filter the harsh rays. This simple precaution will help preserve the colour and integrity of the chairs for a longer time.

CUSHION ROTATION:

If your dining chairs have removable cushions, rotate them regularly to ensure even wear and tear. It helps prevent permanent indentations and extends the cushions' lifespan. You can also distribute the weight evenly, avoiding imbalances and maintaining a comfortable seating experience by switching cushions as often as possible.

TIGHTEN LOOSE SCREWS AND BOLTS:

Over time, regular use can cause screws and bolts in your dining chairs to become loose. To prevent wobbling and potential damage, inspect and tighten them periodically. Use a suitable screwdriver or wrench to ensure the stability of the chairs. Taking care of these small maintenance tasks can significantly prolong the life of your dining chairs.

CONSIDER FLOOR PROTECTORS:

To protect your dining chairs and your floors, consider using floor protectors. These simple accessories, such as felt pads or rubber caps, can be attached to the bottom of the chair legs, preventing scratches and reducing noise when moving the chairs. 

AVOID EXCESSIVE WEIGHT:

While dining chairs are designed to support weight, it's crucial to avoid placing excessive pressure on them. Avoid using chairs as stepping stools or placing heavy objects on them. It will help prevent structural damage and maintain the overall stability and integrity of the chairs.

CONCLUSION

By following these practical tips for furniture maintenance, you can ensure that your dining chairs in Singapore remain in good condition, preserving their beauty and functionality for years to come. Regular cleaning, using chair covers, protecting from direct sunlight, cushion rotation, tightening loose screws, utilising floor protectors, and avoiding excessive weight are all essential steps to maintain your dining chairs effectively. Take care of your investment so your dining area will continue to radiate style and comfort.

Remember, well-maintained dining chairs not only enhance your dining experience but also contribute to the overall aesthetics of your home. So, make these maintenance practises a part of your routine and enjoy your beautiful dining chairs for a long time. Visit our website today to discover a wide range of dining chairs in Singapore. Invest in quality furniture and create a dining space that reflects your style and stands the test of time.

[zoroara]

OCtober challenge Day 7 - Clean

After a long ass mission Tyr needed to do himself because no one else could be trusted to complete it. He almost dropped to sleep then and there when he got back to HQ. But he needed to have a shower first or he'd have to wait for his bed clothes to get washed tomorrow since they'd be stained with blood.

Once he finished his shower and got his pajama bottoms on he was about to head to bed. Till he glanced into the mirror and realized his waterproofed eyeliner was on his face still. God damn it.

"I really don't make it damn easy fer myself do I?"

He grabs his make-up remover, twisting the bottle's lid off and placing out of the way, then grabbing a cotton swab he held it to the top of the lid tightly with his thumb, creating a seal as he tipped it upside down. Once he figured it saturated enough he flipped it back over and started cleaning his eyes.

That was certainly a hard trick to learn at first, but he was stubborn enough about his looks that he had to learn it. He didn't seem to be the type but really, that's just cause he made it look effortless. Appearance was damn important to intimidation factor. The ability to make people falter in a single look was not something he'd ever give up. Even with these minor pains.

Tyr's a very funny man. He looks and acts like he doesn't give a shit about anything and that he doesn't think in the slightest. But he is constantly analyzing other people, and carefully picking apart social and mental constructions so he can manipulate them as he pleases. It goes down to even so much as his make-up.

He's loud, brash and aggressive, but he allows himself to act that way to hide the fact that he's been mentally running circles around everyone else. He leans into people's perceptions of him constantly.

Also drawing him with wet hair is so funny. It just looks wrong.

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 10: Absolutely [18+] | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M

A/N: This is one of the smut chapters and it's...descriptive so just throwing that out there. Literally also baby's first smut (I'm but a humble copywriter, so this is all very new and exciting).

Hopefully I got everything, but here are some warnings: Blowjobs | Deepthroating | Dom!Viktor | Y/n just out here doing his best...I wouldn't call him a sub in this | This is also pretty gay | And I don't know what else to add | Also it's a long chapter | coolcoolcoolcoolcool

You’re not sure when you drifted off or how long you were out for, but your consciousness slowly attempts to return when Viktor stirs in his sleep. You thought you heard him groan, but maybe that was you? It’s hard to tell when your brain is slipping between sleep stages and wakefulness.

The sound of sheets shuffling fills the room when you hear him shift to one side, then the other. His breathing sounds harsh and uneven until he finally lets out a sigh, causing you to perk up in your cot.

“Viktor? You alright?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You can’t tell what time it is when you open your eyes, but it’s still dark out. As your pupils adjust, you’re just barely able to see him reposition himself so that he’s sitting up in the bed.

“No, it’s okay. What’s going on?”

“Just…can’t sleep.”

You sit up in the cot which creaks loudly in response while you prop your weight on your forearms. “Is it the bed?”

“No. Restless mind.” Once your eyes lose the blur from sleep, you can see him pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s manually trying to stop his thoughts from flowing. “It happens sometimes, I haven’t found a trick for it yet.”

You take that as your cue to get up and head over to your desk to try and find something that could help. Your steps feel funny, like the ground isn’t quite stable and you figure the alcohol is still affecting your balance. Once you stagger over and open a drawer, you sift through some tinctures and pull out a couple of salves.

You hear Viktor get out of bed to walk up behind you—his steps much less severe than earlier. The even rhythm of them lulls you, making it feel like a hypnotist was trying to knock you back out again. You blink harshly trying to refocus, but struggle to shake the feeling of delirium.

After debating between a couple options, you go with a salve infused with cardamom extract and lift the lid off of the tin when you find Viktor peeking over your shoulder curiously. The warm aroma fills the air and you realize that was the spice on his jacket that you couldn’t place.

“Smells good.” He mumbles low and dangerously close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine when the warmth from his breath ghosts over your neck.

“It…smells like you…” You admit as you watch him walk to your side before setting his cane against the wall and leaning on the desk instead.

“Does it?” His tone is mischievous and you’re certain he knows more about that conclusion than you do. The light pollution from outside seeps in between your blinds and catches the gold in his eyes as he glances down at the tin in your hand.

The slightest tilt of his head gives you the notion that he isn’t sure what you’re offering.

“It’s a salve, you rub it on your chest and the oils will help you settle a bit.”

His glance flicks up to your eyes when you speak, back to the tin, and finally down towards his chest. He murmurs a low “Hm” at your explanation before his fingers toy with the fringe of his collar. Your brain doesn’t have time to register what’s happening until he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt up and over to remove it in one easy movement.

“Don’t want to ruin your clothes.” He says matter-of-fact before setting it down on your desk and reclaiming his original stance.

Would this salve potentially ruin that shirt? Maybe.

Would you mind? Not at all.

Is Viktor standing half-naked in your living room, leaning against your work station like he’s the most comfortable man on the planet so that he doesn’t risk staining your clothes?

You can’t answer that, it doesn’t make sense and you don’t want to even entertain the thought that this isn’t happening.

His eyes are heavy from exhaustion, but the slightest hint of a grin tugs at one of the corners of his mouth and you are absolutely dumbstruck with how intoxicating he is.

Beauty marks pepper his body from his neck down his chest, matching the two you’ve become so accustomed to on upper lip and cheek. His collarbones draw and divide the section of muscle on his shoulders from his lean chest, pale and positively divine in the filtered light.

Your eyes travel to his hipbones, competing with the angles of his shoulders and forming a faint V on his lower abdomen. You’re grateful to find there’s no bruise from grabbing him earlier and have to mentally scold your thoughts for wanting a redo.

He must’ve spoken at some point because he’s waving his hand at you and get your attention. “[Y/n]? You in there?”

You close your eyes and shake your head—it feels like the entire room is spinning. “Yes, yeah. Uh…sorry.” Words are lost on you as you try to come up with some excuse that doesn’t include what you want to do to him right now. “What did you say?” You keep your eyes closed until you cleanse the images of Viktor and where you want him out of your mind but when you open them, he’s standing directly in front of you.

How the hell did he walk over here without you hearing him?

“You mind helping me out with this?” He takes the tin from your hand, maintaining eye contact while doing so. “I’ve never tried a topical remedy.”

The thought of touching him like that sends your stomach into knots. You watch as he lifts the salve to his nose, enjoying the scent and holding it back out for you to take. “And I’d like to use it properly, especially when I know you crafted it.” The knowing smile that forms is not helping your current situation.

His praise still hits you as hard as ever and you struggle to slow your heart rate between his compliment and his request. You reach out to grab the tin and can only manage to nod your head while his gaze holds your tongue hostage.

He only lets his smile widen in response and allows his now empty hand to grab the edge of your desk again for balance. He stays silent, allowing you time to recover as best you can when he looks like a damn god standing like that.

You step towards him him and curl your fingers into the hardened wax, scooping up a generous amount and rubbing it between your fingers to warm it up.

Viktor just watches you, eyes looking almost hungry in a way with only a cocked brow revealing that there’s still a part of him curious about how this works.

Once the fragrance heightens and the salve is warmed nearly to a liquid, you take another step forward and he moves one foot to the side to give you better access. You comply and take one last step until you’re nearly touching and look up to find his hazy eyes studying yours.

“Ready for me?” You’re asking him, but mentally it’s a check-in for you as well as your eyes drift to his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.

“Absolutely...”

What little composure you had just flew out the window. His callback pulls your mind back to your dumb drunk answer when he was packing the column with his talented fucking fingers and you try not to look as mortified as you feel. You thought he had to have picked up on that Freudian slip and when you look up to find him grinning ear-to-ear at you…your suspicions are confirmed.

Fuck. He knows. He absolutely knows.

…and yet he’s repeating it back to you as his own response...and now of all times.

The meaning behind that single word is nearly impossible to swallow while the realization of what’s happening starts to sink in. His expression softens while you grapple with the possibility that he might actually be flirting with you before he reaches out to just barely brush your wrist with his fingertips.

“Unless I misread that.”

His touch grounds you while his words vouch for your intuition and his implications. Everything in his tone sounds like an apology mixed with a plea and you finally pull yourself together enough to solidify everything he’s witnessed and deduced from you.

You’re met with the very real possibility that this may be your only opportunity to let him know how you feel. That rarity is enough to propel you past your fear of rejection and uncertainty while you take a breath and move forward to rub the salve on his chest.

Viktor’s muscles tense up under you and he inhales sharply, immediately losing all smugness that still lingered in his expression. You look up to search his eyes, but he’s focused on the way your hands are moving on him, brows furrowed and mouth parted while he exhales. He feels surprisingly warm despite being shirtless, making you rethink why his nipples seem to be hard.

You rub your thumbs under his collarbones in an attempt to calm him down, earning you a ragged sigh before you move to the narrow outline of his pecs. His muscles start to relax, but you can feel his heart pounding under your palm, betraying his composure while he attempts to keep his breath even.

“You didn’t misread anything.” You’re finally able to respond when you see how he’s reacting to your touch. “I hope I’m not either…” He lifts his head to meet your gaze while you hope you hadn’t overstepped since the oil is good to go and your job here is technically done.

The way he looks at you is a crossroads where curiosity and admiration meet analysis and desire. A delicate balance of innocence and control that makes you melt faster than the balm on his chest and leaves you craving more of him.

The softest grin forms when he hears the uncertainty in your voice. “[Y/n]…” He sets his hand on yours and rolls his thumb over your knuckles, similar to how he did at The Last Drop with the low, sultry tone to match.

“Don’t stop.”

Those two words are all you wanted and needed to hear and you refuse to give your brain a chance to get a word in.

Viktor’s hand presses into yours, urging you to tighten your grip which you happily oblige. He lets his hand to leave yours, exchanging it for a place on your waist and pulls you just slightly closer.

You feel his thumb rub over your hipbone, massaging the dip there while you trace your fingertips along the side of his chest before dragging your own thumb down one of his hardened nipples.

His inhale sounds more like a hiss and you pause. The hold he has on your hip tightens and you notice his fingers slipped under your shirt, warming your skin and giving you goosebumps in equal measure. He pauses as well, seemingly in the same state of experimenting with you and testing each other’s movements and reactions carefully.

His amber eyes meet yours, glazed and burning with both fatigue and want. You feel your brows lower, heavy with your own desire as his middle and index fingers play with the bottom hem of your shirt.

You feel him start to pull your hip towards him as he shifts his weight back so that he’s half-sitting against the desk. You move forward, following his quiet request and the room feels like it’s spinning again when you’re close enough that your legs bump into his. Once he’s got his bearings, he brings his second hand to your other hip—sliding it beneath your shirt and letting his fingers explore the small of your back.

You instinctively arch up at the contact and watch as Viktor’s eyes light up at your reaction. One of your hands explores down his chest to his stomach, outlining the muscles tightening more and more until you brush the thin line of hair leading past the waistband of his sweats. Your other hand drifts up, settling your thumb in the crook of his neck and letting your fingers splay lazily across his shoulder.

Gently, tentatively—you feel the two fingers that Viktor had on your shirt start to drag from your hip up your side. Exposing your skin to him slowly at an overwhelmingly patient pace that has you breathing harder and harder with each new inch revealed.

The sigh that escapes him once you tighten your grip gives you the reassurance that he’s not fragile despite his lithe form. His eyes darken as his lust begins to show while he watches your hip and lower abs come into view. The way his fingers barely brush your skin as he moves is maddening. You try to keep yourself from arching into his touch, desperate for more contact and he pauses when he realizes you’ve tensed up.

Viktor flicks his eyes up to search yours and you loosen the vice grip you have on his stomach and shoulder. He raises his brows nervously when you take your hands off of him, but puts the pieces together quickly when you start to lift your arms up for him instead.

The hand he had on the small of your back moves to your shirt as he uses both hands to slowly lift the material off of you. His movement is as calculated as ever, making sure to draw his fingers across your stomach, your pecs, your nipple which you knew was payback from the way he hummed in satisfaction after you audibly inhaled.

Your world goes dark for a second while he pulls your shirt over your head and when it’s finally off, you’re met with Viktor drinking in every inch of you. Your chest heaves under his intense gaze, the lean muscles lining your arms and torso contracting slightly with the temperature change.

For just one moment, the two of you stand there—taking the other in without a word. He drops your shirt on the desk behind him blindly, not risking taking his eyes off of you like you would somehow fade away in the blink of an eye.

“[Y/n], you are…” He takes a second and swallows. You know that’s what you must’ve looked like all day every time he’s caught you off guard. While it feels good to know that you can have the same effect on him, you also don’t want him to squirm while he looks for the right words.

“You’re fucking perfect, Vik.” You cut him off and dismantle his train of thought with a single statement.

His brows furrow and the fire in his eyes renders you immobile to the point where even breathing feels difficult. Time moves slowly, sluggishly and you’re not sure how far he wants this to go. Most people would’ve already hopped into bed with you and finished up by now, but that’s not really you. And you’re learning that’s absolutely not Viktor.

Whether he’s aware that your feet are rooted into your floor or not, he states the only thing that could be your catalyst for movement again. “I want you.”

Roots be damned.

You close the gap between the two of you and wrap an arm around his waist. Your legs tangle up, nestling into each other until you feel your thigh on his groin and vice versa, causing you to grunt and for Viktor to react in earnest. He places one hand on your hip, the other on the back of your neck and pulls you even closer to him until your chest grazes his when the two of you inhale together.

There are only inches to spare and you’re both breathing like you’ve been underwater for ages, but you manage one last sentence before you decide to risk drowning in him.

“Then have me.”

Any restraint left in either of you is relinquished once Viktor pulls you to him and his lips crash into yours. You’re not sure how you cracked the code but the careful, calculated scientist in him must’ve stepped away because the urgency and demands of his kiss is unlike anything you were expecting.

His mouth moves against yours fervently while his fingers weave into your hair. Your hand finds its way to his cheek and he leans into your touch once you rub your thumb along his cheekbone.

His lips are smooth against yours despite the harsh elements he’s subjected himself to throughout the day and you want to feel even more. You let your tongue brush against his lower lip and his hold on your hip tightens before he parts his lips for you. Once your tongue intertwines with his he tries to stifle a moan, but the way his cock twitches against your leg betrays any attempt of covering up how much he’s enjoying you exploring him.

You feel yourself start to get hard as well and reflexively grind against his thigh. The muscles in his legs tense up as does his grip in your hair causing you to moan into his mouth.

The second your lips part, he wastes no time tipping your head back to deepen the kiss, turning the tables and enjoying the small noises you can’t hold back when he’s delving into you at his leisure. Your hand moves up from his waist to his chest and you rub the pad of your finger over his hardened nipple. He breaks away with a breathy “ah!” and rests his forehead against yours for a moment.

“Too much?” You whisper, lowering your hand to give him a chance to answer. He shakes his head, eyes still closed and breath still ragged before grabbing your hand to put it back where it was.

“No, keep going.”

You grin after seeing how lost in his own pleasure he is. Once he places your hand back you flick your thumb over his nipple again and lean in to kiss his neck. His teeth clench as you move further down, licking and nipping as you go from his shoulder to his collarbone down to his chest.

His skin almost tastes sweet to you with remnants from the salve hitting your tongue, but the sounds he makes are even sweeter when you start to rub one nipple between your thumb and index finger and take the other in your mouth.

He keeps one hand wrapped up in your hair while his other falls from your hip to your ass, holding you completely against him while he shamelessly bucks his hardened cock on your thigh. You let one hand trail down towards his bulge while you let your tongue dart out, rolling it around lazily before sucking and appreciating every groan you earn from him. His own hand drifts from your hair to your restrained cock, tracing and teasing along the outline of your shaft and causing it to throb under his touch. You moan against his chest and feel his heart rate quicken against your lips.

Feeling his erection on your leg was one thing, but once you palm the front of his pants his length catches you off guard and you pull your mouth from his nipple to get a better look.

“Jesus Vik, you feel huge.” You state honestly as you let your fingers trail up and down him through his sweats.

His cheeks are completely flushed, eyes dowsed with pleasure and lust and his voice catches and dips when he speaks. “So do you.”

His words make your cock pulse, which he notices when you rut against him in response. A seductive grin tugs at his lips and he squeezes your ass, coaxing you forward and encouraging you to use his hand. You set your other hand on his hip for stability while you buck into him desperately, his fingers rubbing you between thrusts which you return for him as best as you can.

“You look lovely like this, [Y/n].”

His voice sounds almost unholy like that, it’s still soft and familiar but the deviousness is foreign and nearly makes you come undone right then and there. You groan loudly while you try to regain some composure and try to not cum in your shorts.

“You sound lovely too.”

Despite his words going straight to your dick, you manage enough self-control to respond and put the focus on him.

“Wanna hear what you sound like.”

Your own voice is raspy from trying to recover from your near-orgasm while you hook a thumb under his waistband. He glances down as you start to drag the material lower, somewhat similar to how he did with your shirt and he flicks his eyes back up to yours before leaning towards you.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” His accent trickles along his sentence while he takes his hand from your groin and settles it back on the desk, bracing himself while he watches you tease his pants lower.

“Absolutely.”

The smile that forms spreads from him to you in an instant and he kisses you while he lets you undress him. He pushes his tongue into your mouth once he feels you free his erection and moves his other hand to the desk to settle his weight and kick his pants out of the way. You kiss him back, allowing him to lead while you grip the desk with one hand and his rigid cock with the other.

He's impossibly hard and you’re not sure how he wasn’t grinding against you more. You stroke him from his base to his tip and feel pre-cum beading at his slit. His moan comes out as a sigh in your mouth and you rub your thumb over his slickness before pumping his shaft again. You only get a few more strokes in until he’s panting heavily and breaks the kiss.

“You are…” You start, before kissing down his cheek to his jawline and back down his neck. “Unbelievably hard.”

“Oh…trust me. I believe it.” His laugh is throaty as you continue to kiss down his chest and he hisses once you nibble at his hipbone. Once you’re there you move to crouch down, hesitating to get on your knees until you look up you find his heavy-lidded gaze—flooded with desire and anticipating what you’re about to offer.

You move to your knees and massage his thighs while you’re at eye-level with his dick, silently asking him if you can take care of him. He licks his lips and you’re not sure what his thought process looked like, but once he places a hand on the back of your head you take a deep breath and move your hands to the backs of his thighs.

At first you hold eye contact, watching his amber eyes darken by the second as you kiss up his thigh until you move to his throbbing cock. More pre-cum forms at his slit and you flick your tongue out to taste him. His fingers tense on the back of your head, but he doesn’t push you onto him. Instead, he just lets you take your time with him while you lap at his tip.

“That taste good for you?”

You nod and your stomach flips. You weren’t sure how he would react to you giving him head, but judging from that question you had a feeling he was going to sound even better than you imagined.

“Good.”

You knew by that answer that he wasn’t going to go quietly, which shocked you at first, but excited you even more.

Once your tongue has a thin layer of his slick on it, you lay it flat under his head. Moving forward and back to get him warmed up before taking his tip into your mouth. His skin is warm and undeniably smooth. The taste of his pre-cum is enough for you to want to stay under him all night and the quiet hum that leaves him when he’s inside of your mouth causes your eyes to close as you start to suck.

You slowly start taking more and more of him in as you bob your head from his tip up his shaft, gradually coating him with your own slickness and moving more easily with every inch. His hand moves from the back of your head to your cheek, stroking you gently and easing you as you work to take his entire length in.

You nearly get there, but gag once he’s almost to the back of your throat. You pull back to catch your breath and look up to find Viktor brushing your hair from your face while you recover.

“You’re big.” You’re not able to say much more as you swallow your spit.

He smiles softly at that and rubs his thumb down to your lower lip. “Do you want help getting all of me in?”

You’re not sure you can speak with him talking like that and instead open your mouth to take his thumb in. You nod once, holding eye contact and he presses down on your tongue in response. You suck on him before he pulls his finger out and positions his cock back on your lips. “That’s a good boy.”

You don’t have time to process what the fuck he just said. Once his words leave him, he shifts his weight so that he’s leaning back against the desk for support with one hand on the back of your neck and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You open up eagerly and let your tongue lay flat on the underside of him while he slides in further.

He must’ve felt the tendons in your neck start to tense when he nears the back of your throat because he pauses to massage the muscles there. Your eyes flutter shut as he calms you down and he pulls his cock back to give you more time. He slowly pushes himself back in and eases you again, mumbling “There you go.” when he gets a little further back and “That’s it.” when he’s able to repeat the motion a few more times.

Before you know it, his hand moves from his dick to the back of your head while he slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth. His rhythm is patient while you take as much of him as you can, making sure not to push past your threshold until he notices your hands pulling at the backs of his thighs.

“Already want more?” His tone is sultry, but tinted with the slightest bit of amusement from your enthusiasm.

You look back up at him and he pulls out so you can answer. “Want all of you, need you to make me take it.”

Maybe it’s the way he’s carried himself since you met him, or maybe it’s the way he carries himself in the bedroom, but you trusted him to push you and you wanted nothing more than to be pushed by him right now. His expression moves from curious to focused when he realizes how much you want this.

“Tap my leg if you want out.”

You’re glad for that and rub up and down his thighs again while you consider what he said. “I’m ready.”

He holds your throat and the back of your head more firmly than before and you open your mouth once his leaking tip is pressed back against it. “I know you are.”

Viktor pushes himself in further and further, still rubbing the side of your neck once you start to tense, but holds your head still when you feel like you’re about to gag. He stops moving forward, but keeps you from moving back. “Ah, ah.” You open your eyes and look up to find him shaking his head. “Stay there for me.”

It’s either something about the control in his voice or the way he finishes his request with ‘for me’ that makes you feel like you can do anything he asks. Your eyes start to water, but you stay put and try to breathe through your nose while you try to get comfortable.

After a few moments you adjust to his length and he feels you try to pull him closer by the backs of his thighs again.

“Good job.” He sounds pleased as he starts to move back and forth inside of your mouth again and you groan at the sensation before he starts going deeper. He pushes past the last point you got to and holds you still again as his cock brushes the back of your throat.

Your fingers dig into his legs when you feel his cock twitch in you. You almost gag again, but he pulls back out until only his tip is inside and you look up confused. “Now try to take as much as you can.”

You don’t think twice before putting him back in your mouth, moving almost completely to his base and taking him into your throat with more ease than before. “There, that’s perfect.” He finishes you off and thrusts the rest of his length forward and down into your throat. The moan that leaves him is worth everything for you and let him stay deep in you for as long as possible.

After a moment he pulls out again to let you breathe. “Still okay?” He asks and wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth. “I’m fucking fantastic.” You answer honestly and lick at his slit again.

He inhales at the contact and lets his cock rest against your lips until you open for him, sighing when you take him and answering once your nose brushes up against his stomach.

“You really are.” He holds you there for a second, enjoying the visible bulge he’s made in your throat before holding your head still so he can begin fucking you.

You’re much more relaxed this time as he slides in and out of you, sucking him as he moves and lapping at his dripping slit when he sets his tip against your lips. You feel completely blitzed while he fucks your mouth, pulling him closer and urging him to go deeper until he’s completely buried and using the back of your throat.

He hums when his rhythm quickens and rubs his thumb on your cheek before tapping it twice with his index finger. “Can you open a little more for me?” You realize your jaw tightened in between his thrusts and let it go slack for him in response. “Good, just like that.” He rubs your cheek again and brings his entire length back into you.

“Think you can stay open like that for me?” He asks as he continues his pace. “Unless you’d rather I’d not cum in your mouth.” You lap your tongue under his cock and nudge yourself as far onto him as you can, hoping you made your point.

He chuckles and the vibrations make your dick pulse against your shorts. You feel a wet patch that’s soaked with your own pre-cum and hear Viktor murmur to you while he fucks your mouth senseless.

“Looks like you’re as hard as I am, [Y/n].” You look up at him as you take him over and over again and start rubbing your own cock. Both of your moans are ragged and you pull yourself out of your shorts to stroke yourself under him.

Viktor eyes your erection nearly curling up onto your stomach and he looks like he’s about to come undone. His breath is hitching every time his head touches your throat and his eyes look glazed while he watches you pump your cock in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck.” You know he’s close and you’re right behind him. He’s relentless with his pace until his head falls back. He pulls you onto him until you’ve swallowed his entire length and you feel his cock start to pulse inside of you while he cries your name. “[Y/n!], [Y/n!]”

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“[Y/n]! Can you hear me?”

You groan, confused at the question and realize everything is dark. The fuck happened; did you pass out?

“Of course I can hear you, you sound lovely.” You try to callback his compliment from earlier but when your eyes start to flutter open you find Viktor kneeling over your cot.

“Oh? Do I now?” His tone is amused while he gathers that you’re not quite awake yet.

“When did you put those on?” You motion clumsily to his clothes and he looks positively confused. You’re completely out of it, your hangover is severe and the room is pulsing along with your temples.

“Last night? You said I could borrow them.” He places the back of his hand against your forehead like he’s checking for a fever. “Did you…black out?”

You crinkle your nose and squint as daylight peaks through your blinds before grabbing his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world for you. “No, I just thought we…” You stop quickly as you realize you’re also dressed, it’s daytime…and to your dismay, you had been dreaming. You look at Viktor wide-eyed, letting go of his hand in horror. “Sorry.”

“We what?” He asks before you both hear screaming outside.

“[Y/N] GET YOUR SKINNY ASS OUT HERE I KNOW YOU’RE HOME!”

Syd’s all too familiar voice is loud enough you’re sure all of Piltover heard her and you pull the covers over your head as you springboard back to reality. “This is not happeningggg.”

Viktor walks over to peak through the window and grimaces on your behalf. “Unfortunately, it very much is.”

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Character stuff, because why not

I'm sharing my notes on the two MCs of Pale Blood, but cutting out their abilities (because that would make this way too long) and anything spoiler-y.

So, allow me to introduce Delmas and Odea;

Del (Delmas Olren)

"Oh, I’ll get mine and then all those leeches will be begging to kiss my ass."

Half-fang bloodrunner. He looks about 30, give or take a few years depending on when he’s last fed (or slept) but is around 42 (which is young for a fang but he acts more like the middle aged man he is). He’s pale skinned with medium length, messy mouse brown hair that is always getting in his eyes. His bright hazel eyes. His face is rounded but his jaw and cheekbones are distinct with a thick mustache and beard that he tries to keep trimmed into a kind of shape—round is a shape. Build-wise he's a bit of a giant at 6'5” and a bit on the beefy side, with thick arms and a soft middle(he takes issue with the term “dad bod”, as he is not a father, but he is fond of men with daddy issues), all kept well hidden under a baggy shirt and a big leather coat—his jeans are more fitted around the back, and the coat is easy to toss to the side when he's feeling flirty. Delmas looks a bit like a bear, acts more like a horny raccoon and is probably closer to a red panda. He can puff up and knows plenty of tricks but he doesn't fight unless he needs to. He talks bigger than he seems capable of backing up, but he can back it up. which is why he's still alive. He's a charming smart mouth who uses a bit more slang than he should, most of it outdated, and is more than a little flirty with all the pretty men he meets.

Colors

Black everything, sometimes gray, maybe a stitch of white here and there—Delmas is a no muss no fuss kinda guy about most things but especially his wardrobe.

Mementos

Delmas wears a seashell bracelet that he rarely removes , which was a gift from a boyfriend he didn't mean to chase off. The shells are small, shaved round, soft white and speckled in faded pinks. They're strung on a thin band of braided prismatic hair.

Odea (Odearna Mal Forna)

“What did I do to earn the attention of every weirdo in this Gods-forsaken pit of a city?”

Half-witch (Sister of Dusk, Bloodbriar Coven) phlebotomist. She’s in her 30s—she’s not entirely sure of her birthdate, as her mother wasn’t, but she’s pretty sure she’s 34. She’s shorter than most everyone, at about 4’11”. Build-wise she’s petite but curvy, bit of a short stack, who ensures those curves disappear under oversized baggy sweaters and thick leggings. Her wavy auburn hair is cut to just below her ears with wispy bangs that get caught in the thick glasses she shouldn't need. There are easy fixes for eyes but she thought they'd deter handsy thugs. Her eyes are also hazel—something they laugh about—and while she is naturally tan, life in the smog pales most everyone and she’s a bit pastier than she outta be. Even her freckles have faded to a barely visible splatter of reddish brown across her nose. She's smol but fierce, preferring to fight than run or hide and she doesn't like anything that takes her choice to do so away. She's a mixed bag, with a lot of moods that she doesn't seem to notice. Speech wise, she curses like a sailor and doesn't pull punches but she's always sincere and that's why people put up with her. It is also why she's never allowed to work the dayshift again.

Colors

Grays and pinks, mostly, preference for pastels and anything big and comfy, bonus points if it has cats on it—Odea is all soft, snuggly comfort.

Mementos

Despite no longer practicing, Odea keeps her rotwood Daughter Dusk charm around her neck at all times. It sits tight in the center of a choker made from bleak purple witchvine, the short gray thorns permanently stained with her black blood. It protects her from most magic but broadcasts her dreams to her sisters—and the Daughter Dusk.

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Side Characters and More

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DIY hair colour: Reading instructions for optimal results

Embracing a fresh hair colour can be an exciting change, but the costs and maintenance often dim the allure. Fear not, because the solution lies in the realm of home hair colouring—a budget-friendly alternative with the added convenience of being on your own schedule. While the prospect might seem daunting for newcomers, armed with the right at-home colouring kit, the process becomes not only convenient and affordable but also remarkably successful.

Navigate through the journey of transforming your hair colour with our step-by-step guide, and you'll soon master the art of DIY hair colouring.

Selecting the Perfect Hair Colour Kit

The key to a seamless home hair colouring experience lies in choosing the right kit. For an all-over, permanent colour, consider L’Oréal Paris Superior Preference Fade-Defying Shine Permanent Hair Color, known for its liquid formula that effortlessly spreads across the hair. If you're seeking multi-dimensional effects and preventing flatness, opt for L’Oréal Paris Feria Multi-Faceted Shimmering Permanent Hair Color in trendy shades like Chocolate Cherry.

Concealing grey hairs? Look no further than L’Oréal Paris Excellence Créme Permanent Triple Protection Hair Color, offering mess-free application with a non-drip cream formula. For dimensional highlights, explore L’Oréal Paris Superior Preference Balayage At-Home Highlighting Kit, complete with an expert touch applicator for that hand-painted balayage effect.

Pro Tip: If your hair is long and thick, consider grabbing two boxes of colour to avoid running out mid-process.

Brushing and Sectioning Like a Pro

Before delving into the colouring process, ensure your dry hair is tangle-free by brushing. Sectioning your hair makes the application more manageable. Part your hair down the middle, creating left and right sides. Further divide each side into sections, ensuring four even parts, or more if your hair is particularly long or thick.

Colouring with Precision

Start by applying colour to your hairline, blending gently with gloved fingers. Work systematically through each section, ensuring thorough coverage. Pay special attention to your hairline, revisiting it after colouring the front sections to catch any missed spots.

Crafting Your Unique Style

Continue the process, creating sections along your part and saturating the roots. Move towards the ear, flipping your hair back over and repeating on the other side. For the back, over-saturate by taking larger sections and pay extra attention to the nape of your neck.

Finishing Touches and Timely Rinsing

Once your hair is saturated, follow the instructions provided in your kit for the recommended processing time. Set a timer to avoid over-processing. After the allotted time, rinse out the colour until the water runs clear. Use the conditioner included, leaving it on for five minutes before rinsing. Dry and style your hair as usual.

The Journey Continues: Expert Advice on At-Home Hair Color

If you're stepping into the world of at-home hair colour for the first time or looking to enhance your DIY skills, expert colorists Millie Morales and Nikki Lee share valuable insights. From choosing the right shade to maximising colour longevity, their tips simplify the process for a seamless at-home colouring experience.

Insider Tips and Hacks

Embarking on the at-home hair colouring adventure might seem daunting, but with the right tips, it becomes surprisingly straightforward. Prepare for success with practical advice:

Wear a button-down or zip-up shirt for easy removal.

Keep a damp paper towel nearby for quick clean-ups.

Create a clear and organised workspace with necessary tools.

Apply conditioner from your kit along your hairline and ears as a skin barrier.

Section your hair into four neat parts for better control and coverage.

Rescue Mission: Removing Hair Dye from Skin

Stains on your face or hands from the colouring process? Fear not! Simple tricks using household items can come to your rescue:

Dabbing rubbing alcohol on the stained areas.

Creating a mixture of warm water and dishwashing soap for stain removal.

Applying a rich body cream or ointment, followed by thorough washing.

Using olive oil or micellar water for gentle stain lifting.

Decoding the Art of Choosing the Right Hair Color Online

Selecting a hair colour online may seem tricky, but these tricks can help you make an informed choice:

Avoid Ash tones for mostly grey or white hair.

Understand the tones: Natural, Warm/Gold, Auburn/Copper, Cool/Ash.

Err on the lighter side if unsure of your natural colour.

Match your colour-treated hair, avoiding overlapping on previously coloured sections.

Check the side panel for your natural colour reference.

Common Mistakes to Avoid While Colouring

Even seasoned DIY hair colorists can slip up. Be aware of these common mistakes:

Using the entire bottle for root touch-ups—focus on the roots only.

Leaving colour on for too long, leading to darker and ashy results.

Removing colour too soon, resulting in brassiness and insufficient lightening.

Attempting to stretch one bottle for long, thick hair—opt for two boxes.

Shaking the colour bottle before being ready to apply—mix and use immediately.

Hair Care Rituals for Colored Tresses

Maintaining healthy, coloured hair is achievable with the right approach. Keep your strands vibrant and strong with these tips:

Establish a regular cycle of shampooing, conditioning, and treatments.

Stay consistent with trims to eliminate split ends.

Make small adjustments to your hair colour, avoiding radical changes.

Limit the use of hot tools to prevent drying out your hair.

Adhere to a consistent hair colour application schedule.

FAQs: How Often to Shampoo and Color Treated Hair

Shampooing colour-treated hair requires strategic planning:

Wait 24 hours after colour application before washing.

Aim to wash your hair every other day, using dry shampoo when necessary.

Utilise sulphate-free, colour-safe shampoos like L’Oréal Paris EverPure Sulfate Free Bond Repair Shampoo.

Stick to a colour application schedule of 4-6 weeks to maintain consistency.

Choosing Colours for Blondes and Brunettes

The variety of blondes and brunettes is vast, so choose wisely based on your desired shade:

Explore the extensive range of blondes in Nutrisse for a diverse selection.

Olia offers rich brunettes and intense red shades.

Consider Nutrisse PL1 and PL2 for a platinum blonde transformation.

Crafting Your Colored Hair Journey

Maintaining vibrancy and health with coloured hair is a delicate balance. Adopt these practices for a flourishing coloured hair journey:

Stick to a consistent hair colour schedule of 4-6 weeks.

Choose colours that match your colour-treated hair for a seamless blend.

Embrace the journey with confidence, knowing that a well-maintained routine ensures the best results.

Conclusion:

In the world of DIY hair colour, you're now armed with expert tips and tricks. Whether you're a novice or a seasoned pro, the key is in the details—choosing the right kit, applying with precision, and avoiding common pitfalls. As you embark on your at-home colouring journey, remember it's not just about changing your hair colour; it's an expression of creativity. So, enjoy the process, embrace the vibrancy, and let your unique style shine through. Happy colouring!

[talesofmetalandmagic]

“There’s more of them everyday, my Emperor”

Marshall Adanna and Azir watch from atop the railings, walking side by side in the warmth of the morrow as refugees and nomads pour into the walls of the old Capital.

"Soon we'll not know where to put them"

"Is this a challenge?" he asks, half-joking. She steps back, as she doesn't know how to respond. Following orders is easy, as is bringing in commands, but chatting with a God is a whole another deal.

"I s'pose."

"And I shall respond and win. We'll tear down the walled up rooms, build makeshifts shelters in the gardens... even the old temples will host beds and cots"

"Not the temples..." Adanna exhales, but Azir's hand meets her shoulder. "The old Gods won't be upset at having to host their people in need. Or may they worth crumble like a house built on sand."

He's always been... peculiar, Adanna thinks. Even in a more humble disposition, he never does anything halfway.

“A lot of them are ill. Xerath rampages through the lands with a new trick every day." And am I most glad I'm not there to be tested upon. "They burn in fever. Many are children.”

And it’s as if someone had just shot Azir with an arrow to the back.

“Ch… children?”

“Yes, resplendent one. Children. Many of them parentless. The youngest I've seen was a few months at best." Azir holds onto the railing so tightly the stone crumbles in his mighty hold, and Adanna looks at his shrouded face as if to peer through his skull. "Does this upset you?"

A harsh moment of silence follows. Then he lets go of the railing, wipes his hands on his skirt and pulls up his cowl.

"Where are they?"

Azir, as an Emperor, has done many unprecedented things.

He's Ascended without being deemed as worthy by the proper authorities. He's passed reforms to require the conquered slaves with three square meals a day, fine and imprison anyone who used torture and corporal punishment, forbid the removal of names – at least in private – and provide children with compulsory education.

Which [let it be clear as day] still wasn't enough because it was not freedom. It was unprecedented but not quite enough.

And, as deserved payback, he's been unprecedentedly taken prisoner after Ascension, taken down a peg, humiliated, humbled and destitute in anything but title.

Made aware of the weight of his mistakes and driven to listen and learn in a way his lofty predecessors couldn't possibly fathom, he follows on the road of unprecedented behavior by caring first-hand for the poor people in need.

Not just empty charity or speeches of platitude. He's there, among the commoners, dressed in a practical tunic and with no jewels except his coronet.

The more stern imperialists remain aghast as he walks into the tents, speaking to each of the people present, braving the stench of disease and the uneasy crowd – until at last, greeted by the half-awake gaggle of sick children, does he sit.

"Ny name is Azir", he says. "Now each one of you will tell me yours."

To one child, he tells glorious legends of battle. To another he sings a gentle song about home, remembrance and family. To a small child, he produces the same pigeon noises his Imani loved so. Their laughter is as sweet.

He sings again later that evening, armed with a precious lute procured by Sivir. And the following e evening the lutes are two, as Nasus has joined him. He's not a fan of playing in public, but it's less embarrassing when there's two of them.

Not everything he does relates to children, and is even that adorable. He cares for the wounded tirelessly, gently. Washing festered wounds, popping and washing blisters, damping foreheads and faces, emptying chamber pots. After a few days, his cream cloak gets so stained in blood, fluids and medicines he ditches it, even though it's a comfort outfit for his sore body, and the removal of his shawl – necessary to see and be seen – was already enough to make him feel more bare.

Sometimes they fall asleep and never wake up, even children who could barely speak. And there he is: covering the bodies, cuddling them as if they could feel him, preparing them for their final ritual – every minute Shuriman culture has their own tradition for burial, some burn their dead, some bury them, some let them sink into the waters of life, and he needs notes to remember them all, written in a small notebook he carries on his belt – and most of all holding onto the grieving dear ones, comforting them in his warm feathered embraces.

And he has good reasons to relate.

"My poor child... there, there. You won't be lost. I lost my mama too in my youth, you know?" "Amhina? My sister was called that too. I'm so sorry, dearest young one." "My own son loved senet as well. I too still keep the pieces. I can have it made into a necklace, if it helps grieve.”

And even...

"Was he your father, dearest?" "No. He was my uncle, but he was like a father to me." "I have one too. They're the most precious".

When children die it's the most painful. He makes it a point to bury and burn them with their toys whenever possible, hugging their small bodies as if they could feel his warmth. When it comes to him that grieving parents like him need community to heal, he organizes a space to talk about loss and discuss it. He pays a local troupe of jesters that came into his gates to entertain the children in his stead. Sells some of the prized jewels to foreign buyers to sustain them. Organizes tours to the sea for the children who've never seen it.

And in all that, he still finds scraps of time to make Nasus his evening tisane, pay his weekly visits to Renekton and care for Hathor.

I order you to rest, he tells his Curator. Don't talk back to me. I'll make sure you don't carry too much.

Being a black pot is also very Azir.

Not everybody appreciates his effort. The most disappointed in him are those who, back in the day, would have bled for imperial grace.

"An Emperor touching such foul things... he's defaced"

"I've seen him wipe vomit yesterday. Has Azir forgotten himself?"

"What kind of a God is he?"

"He's no savior"

And the worst of them all. "We should have listened to the Magus Ascended!"

Azir can hear those whispers as clear as day. They gnaw at his mind like the maggots that once infested him, and the more he tries to focus on work to keep it out, the more it bites him.

You're not the Emperor anymore, someone says. A voice metallic, stern, poised.

And he totters to think about it. His crown is a coronet of quartz and stone, more fit for a modest trader in an elegant occasion than for the Ruler of All. He hasn't sat on a throne for the Sun Disc knows when. People don't bow to him when he steps into the room, and the ceremonial speak is never heard except in plays. When he rips his skirt during his trots he sows it himself. When a grieving parent, whom he was to carry put of a room to so their cries wouldn't frighten the children, slaps him in the face in a fit of anger, their hand doesn't fall from their wrist.

And he brews tea.

Perhaps I should... no, I can't. I'll return to the throne once it's done and rule as required. I cannot do this. Not in my father's home.

[kendrixtermina]

(love)

This is how one rests at ease:

There is no point in panicking.

The world has never not been

falling apart all around you.

These bodies have never once not been transparently filled,

with bones and blood and mechanical parts.

Inflatable epoxy raisin easy to look through:

I can only pray that you’ll be gentle with my corpse.

Draped as it is, upon a stricked dead tree,

one juicy, opened meal for the crows to descend on.

Something merely hanging,

as painjobs cracking off, the rubbery smell of fried machine guts,

bleeding out, tainting the shore,

oils and rare earths

a creature that cannot return, even in death from the alien soils that it sprung from,

straining and aching and coming about,

with every touch, every exposure to the harsh elements.

A trail of oozing, soiling blackness, staining any hand of yours that would touch.

Rotten aquariums, their stench perfusing everything,

spreading everywhere – runaway growths, plain bacterial catastrophe

The long hairs of a waterlogged corpse hiding the worst of her algae-blue skin

of the tainted green whiteness

Heaps of defective doll parts lolling around,

waiting, maybe, for some bizzare collector to make a pet project of it.

For you to step past the wall I’ve dissappeared into,

so I could listen, for a while, to your sounds.

Have I not always approached you clad in scabs and gore?

Have I not pulled off the face right at the greeting,

answering your concern by removing all doubt?

I’ve got to have you convinced that it was some filegree artistic arrangement of the parts,

just to trick you into kissing me under a shower of blood.

The red is all I have to write with,

the very last drop of anything juicy in the dried up plain of salt,

the eternal starkness of bloody red on bony whiteness,

the oldest form of vivid coloring,

the beast’s devouring hunger,

and the spectral shade’s long wait,

sitting patienty on her knees in the lab’s watery container tank.

Bloody needles, and concrete wall-plates,

bottles of acrid-smelling products, grimy cleaning closets and discarded bandages

every corner, where the discolorations accumulate.

It’s hard enough to exist when it’s only just for me.

What I’m saying is -

What I am not sure of is -

how will I manage not to come apart in your hands,

if you should ever try to embrace me?

[proofingwatersg]

Mastering Epoxy Floor Waterproofing: Essential Tips and Tricks

Epoxy flooring is a popular flooring option for both residential and industrial areas. It is durable, easy to clean, and offers a sleek, modern look. However, one of the biggest concerns is its susceptibility to water damage. This is where floor waterproofing singapore comes into play. In this article, we'll discuss essential tips and tricks for mastering floor waterproofing.

Understand the Importance 

Before we dive into tips and tricks, it's important to understand why floor waterproofing is so essential. floors are not naturally waterproof and can suffer from damage due to water exposure. Water damage can lead to bubbling, peeling, and even cracking of the flooring. This can result in costly repairs and replacements. You can protect them from water damage, extend their lifespan, and save money in the long run.

Choose the Right Waterproofing Product

Choosing the right waterproofing product is crucial for effective floor waterproofing. There are many options available in the market, but not all products are created equal. It's important to choose a high-quality product that is specifically designed for floors. Look for a product that is easy to apply, dries quickly, and offers long-lasting protection against water damage.

Prepare the Surface

Proper surface preparation is key to successful floor waterproofing. Before applying any waterproofing product, make sure the surface is clean and free of any dirt, oil, or debris. Use a degreaser to remove any oil or grease stains, and then thoroughly clean the surface with a pressure washer or a scrub brush. Once the surface is clean, allow it to dry completely before applying any waterproofing product.

Apply the Waterproofing Product

When applying the waterproofing specialist product, make sure to follow the manufacturer's instructions carefully. Use a roller or a brush to apply the product evenly over the entire surface. Be sure to apply a sufficient amount of the product to ensure complete coverage. Once the product has been applied, allow it to dry completely before walking on the surface or applying any additional coats.

Maintain Your Epoxy Floors

Proper maintenance is key to preserving the waterproofing of your floors. Regularly clean your floors using a mild detergent and a soft-bristled brush or mop. Avoid using abrasive cleaners or tools that could damage the waterproofing layer. If you notice any damage or wear on your  floors, address it immediately to prevent further water damage.

Consider Adding a Sealant

In addition to using a waterproofing product, you may also want to consider adding a sealant to your floors. A sealant can provide an extra layer of protection against water damage and can help to enhance the durability and lifespan of your floors.

Use a Moisture Meter

Before applying any waterproofing product, it's important to check the moisture levels of your concrete or substrate. Use a moisture meter to ensure that the surface is dry and free of any moisture. Applying a waterproofing product to a surface that is not completely dry can result in ineffective waterproofing and may even cause more damage.

Conclusion

epoxy floor waterproofing services is a crucial step in protecting your floors from water damage and extending their lifespan. By choosing the right waterproofing product, properly preparing the surface, and maintaining your floors, you can master floor waterproofing and enjoy the benefits of a long-lasting, waterproof flooring option.

[merrybrides]

What to Pack in Your Wedding Day Emergency Kit

There’s no limit to what can go into a wedding day emergency kit. The challenge is to anticipate the types of things that could go wrong.

If a bride spills a drop of red wine on her wedding dress, something as simple as a Tide To Go Stain Remover pen can literally save the day,

Here is a list to help you make your wedding day emergency kit

Backup Items

Makeup (lipstick, powder, blush)

Eye drops

Deodorant

Mints

Blotting papers

Comb / brush

Mini mirror

Hair spray

Handkerchief/tissues

Tweezers

Nail file

Nail polish

Q-tips

Perfume

Hair elastics

Bobby pins

Earring backs

Extra contact lenses

Wellness Items

Pain reliever

Antacid

Water bottle

Energy bar/easy snack (one that won’t make a mess)

Wardrobe Malfunction Items

White Chalk

Hem tape

Mini sewing kit

Clear Wax Stick - Stuck zipper. When you just can't get a zipper to budge, you'll be glad to have a clear wax stick or Zipper-Ease on hand. A white crayon or a tube of lip balm might also do the trick.

Lint roller

Tide To Go Stain Remover pen

Safety pins

Handheld Steamer

Krazy Glue - repair jewelry and heels

Static guard

Double-Sided Tape - In a pinch, double-sided fashion tape (can temporarily repair ripped seams and hems—or secure a plunging neckline.

Extra Toiletries

Adhesive bandages

Floss / toothbrush 

Tampons

Lotion

Miscellaneous Extras

Charged cell phone

Cell phone charger (portable and/or wall adapter)

Cash

Drinking straw

Optional Items

Bug spray

Sunscreen

Flats or flip flops

Lighter

Mouthwash

Antibacterial hand wipes

There’s no limit to what can go into a wedding day emergency kit. The challenge is to anticipate the types of things that could go wrong.

If a bride spills a drop of red wine on her wedding dress, something as simple as a Tide To Go Stain Remover pen can literally save the day,

[thecleanifier]

Best Tips About Cleaning Your Laptop Keyboard Safely

Cleaning the laptop keyboard seems like a challenging task. You have to take out the amount of time for cleaning it. That isn’t quickly many times. Because you have to do work daily on it. By the way, cleaning of keyboard is also essential. For that, many people ask the tips and tricks.

Meanwhile, the random method is known by everyone to wipe the laptop. Like with cotton and tissue, But if you have to face deep cleaning of the keyboard, then you must follow some best tips about keyboard cleaning. Here some best tips will be discussed, how clean the laptop keyboards.

Why It Is Important

Cleaning itself is an important thing. So, why should the keyboard not be? Of course, it is crucial. The laptop keyboard is touched by hand and fingers almost every day. Of this act, many things stick with buttons. Like, dust, a speck of dust, any eating food particles, and many more, ignoring the cleaning of the keyboard can damage the keyboard and your health. Because the touched fingers and hands can also touch your mouth, which causes many stomach diseases, make sure to clean your laptop keyboard regularly.

What To Do

Whenever you go for laptop cleaning, take care of the following things.

Turn off the laptop completely

Make sure that the laptop is not on the charging

If you use a liquid cleaner, then wrap the switch holes

Do not press the laptop screen

Nor the laptop keyboard

Avoid using the hard thing for scratching

To Clean The Keyboard

Here are some of the best tips for cleaning the keyboards.

Everyone is aware of this. The simple tip for cleaning the keyboard is wiping after finishing your work. Turn off the laptop. Let it cool for some time. Then take cotton or tissue and wipe the surface f the keyboard. For cleaning aside the buttons, take a toothpick to wrap the tissue around or cotton. Run on the button and aside the keyboard buttons. If you do this tip daily, then all is set. You would not worry about your keyboard cleaning.

The Spray Method

It is an easy and famous tip for cleaning the keyboard. Buy a quality laptop cleaner spray and sprinkle it among the buttons. But be assured that there is a long straw attached to that cleaner. It will be more accessible, and you can do an effective cleaning. The long straw of spray will help you clean the duct inside the keyboard’s buttons.

The force of the air spray will dislodge any debris stuck on the keyboard. Just aim towards the keyboard and press the cleaner. The messy foam will be excluded from the cleaner. Rest it for some time and wipe it with soft cotton. Let’s set it so your keyboard is cleaned.

Cleaning With Solution

There are many best cleaner solutions in the market. You can buy any of them. A famous laptop cleaner like isopropyl can be bought and used for cleaning. Take necessary things like,

Isopropyl

A cotton ball

A microfiber cloth

Soft paint brush

Compressed air

Take all those things before the cleaning process. Dip the cotton swab in the solution and rub it on the keyboard. If these stains are sticky, spread the solution with a cotton ball over the keyboard. Take microfiber to clothe and rub the area. After it, grab the soft paintbrush and sweep outside. So all the leftover material will fall out. Then take the air compressor and aim at the keyboard. Clean all sides of the keyboard. In the end, wipe it with clean tissue or cloth so the buttons will brighten up.

Disinfecting

If you are using a shared laptop, it is essential to disinfect it properly. By this, you can save from many illnesses. Take cotton balls and dip them in the germ-killer solution. Wipe all over the keyboard and clean it. After the first turn, wipe the wet wipe and let it dry for some time.

Underneath Cleaning

In this process, you have to remove the keys. Remove the keycaps and place them in a plastic bag to save lost. Use small flat tools for uplifting the keycaps. Place it at the edge of the key and take it upward slightly. The key caps will pop up quickly. Take a microfiber cloth to wipe the underneath of the keyboard. But remember, do not use any liquid cleaner under the buttons. Just rub it with a cloth and blow the grim out of it. Place the keycaps again.

Tip

Take a picture before removing the keycaps

You can clean with a wet cotton swab, but squeeze it firmly, then rub it on the keys

 Use a tool kit if keycaps are not uncovered easily

Read the instructions when replacing the keyboard

Conclusion

The bottom line is laptop keyboard cleaning is easy. The thing is that it must be cleaned at a regular time. Please read the instructions before cleaning it. On the other hand, wiping can be done daily or weekly.

[nozimahusainova]

Date Night Details_ Enhancing Your Look for Busy Girls_ Special Evenings by Leaders such as Nozima Husainova

Nozima Husainova

Date Night Details: Enhancing Your Look for Busy Girls' Special Evenings by Leaders such as Nozima Husainova

In today’s fast-paced world, finding time to prepare for special occasions can be a challenge, especially for busy women with tight schedules. However, creating a polished look for date nights or special evenings doesn't have to be time-consuming. With a few strategic makeup tricks and smart product choices, you can enhance your appearance quickly and effectively, ensuring you look your best without sacrificing precious time. This blog offers practical tips and tricks to help busy girls achieve a stunning date night look with minimal effort.

Streamlined Skincare Routine

A streamlined skincare routine is essential for achieving a flawless base quickly. Start by using a gentle cleanser to remove impurities and prepare your skin. Follow up with a lightweight moisturizer to ensure your skin is hydrated and ready for makeup application. Opt for a moisturizer with SPF to provide added protection and save time on additional sunblock.

In addition to cleansing and moisturizing, consider incorporating a primer into your routine. A good primer can create a smooth surface for makeup application and help it last longer throughout the evening. Industry leaders such as Nozima Husainova convey that by focusing on these essential skincare steps, you can ensure a radiant complexion that enhances your overall look without consuming too much time.

Quick and Effective Foundation Application

For busy girls, applying foundation efficiently is key to achieving a flawless look. Experts like Nozima Husainova recommend choosing a foundation that offers good coverage and blends easily, such as a BB cream or a tinted moisturizer with built-in SPF. These products provide coverage while also addressing multiple skin needs, saving you time on separate steps.

Use tools like a makeup sponge or a foundation brush for quick and even application. Dab the foundation onto your face and blend it outwards for a natural finish. If you need additional coverage for specific areas, use a concealer to target blemishes or dark circles. This method ensures you achieve a polished look with minimal effort and time.

Effortless Eye Makeup Techniques

Creating a striking eye look doesn’t have to be complicated. Start with a neutral eyeshadow base that complements your skin tone. Apply a single, versatile shade across your eyelids for a quick and cohesive look. For added definition, use a darker shade along the crease and blend it softly.

To make your eyes stand out, apply a coat of mascara to your lashes. Leaders such as Nozima Husainova suggest choosing a mascara that provides volume and length, allowing you to skip additional steps like curling your lashes. For a touch of glam, consider using a pencil eyeliner to line your upper lash line. This simple technique enhances your eye shape and adds definition without requiring a complex application process.

Simple and Elegant Lip Choices

When you’re short on time, opt for lip products that offer both color and hydration. Industry leaders including Nozima Husainova note that a tinted lip balm or a lip stain can provide a pop of color while keeping your lips moisturized. These products are easy to apply and require minimal maintenance throughout the evening.

If you prefer a more polished look, choose a long-lasting lipstick or liquid lip color. These products stay in place for longer periods, reducing the need for frequent touch-ups. For added convenience, keep your chosen lip product in your purse for quick reapplications if needed. This approach ensures your lips look beautiful and vibrant with minimal effort.

Quick Touch-Up Tips

Experts like Nozima Husainova emphasize that keeping your makeup looking fresh throughout the evening is essential, especially for busy women who may have limited time for touch-ups. Carry a small makeup bag with essential products like a compact powder, a mini deodorant, and a travel-sized setting spray. These items will help you manage any midday shine and keep your makeup intact.

Use a powder compact to blot away excess oil and maintain a matte finish. A quick spritz of setting spray can also help lock your makeup in place and refresh your look. By having these touch-up tools on hand, you can easily address any makeup concerns and ensure you remain looking impeccable throughout your special evening.

Embracing a Minimalist Makeup Kit

A minimalist makeup kit is a lifesaver for busy girls who want to look their best with minimal effort. Focus on multi-purpose products that streamline your routine and reduce the number of items you need to carry. For example, choose a blush that doubles as an eyeshadow or a foundation with added SPF and primer benefits.

Investing in a few high-quality, versatile products will simplify your makeup routine and save you time. Create a go-to kit that includes essential items like a foundation, mascara, and lip color, allowing you to achieve a polished look quickly. This approach ensures you can effortlessly enhance your appearance for any special evening, without the stress of an elaborate makeup routine.

Enhancing your look for a special evening as a busy girl doesn’t have to be a time-consuming process. By adopting a streamlined skincare routine, utilizing quick and effective foundation and eye makeup techniques, and embracing simple lip choices, you can achieve a polished appearance with minimal effort. Additionally, maintaining a minimalist makeup kit and having touch-up products on hand will ensure you remain looking radiant throughout the evening. With these tips, you can effortlessly enhance your date night look and enjoy your special moments without the stress of a lengthy makeup routine.