#yer a wizard kat

[whitepeachrum]

Whiskers

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng) Content Length: Short (~1000 words)

Arthur had a long day at work. His clients had never-ending requests and his colleagues bombarded him with non-stop questions. The worst part is that someone ate all his favorite snacks. (Spoiler alert: he’s the only one in the workplace who liked licorice.) All he wanted was a quiet night and for his head to touch the pillow as soon as possible.

He was tiredly brushing his teeth when he caught a glimpse of something odd and almost terrifying in the mirror. Normally, Arthur was not afraid of ghosts or intruders showing up in his home, but he was horrified by something he’d not seen before. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

Arthur spat the toothpaste out of his mouth and turned around to get a better look at her soapy beard. His wife was standing behind him, generously applying a cream to her face that was too thick to be a night cream and too thin to be whipped cream. 

“What are you doing?” he asked skeptically.

Kat looked at him innocently, her eyes overly saturated from the brightness of the vanity lights. “I’m going to shave.”

“You’re going to shave your face?”

“Yeah, I am.” She pressed her lips together and made circles on her cheeks, similar to how she did when she used a cleanser. She has very obviously never put on shaving cream before, but she seemed determined, that’s for sure.

“…Why?”

“I wanted to make my skin smoother.”

“You normally use this product for that, do you not?” Arthur examined the different colored products in the cabinet and picked out a dark green one and showed it to her.

“Yeah, that helps with toning, but I wanna get rid of my peach fuzz.” Kat spread the cream all over her face, including her brows. As soon as Arthur saw her cover them, he grabbed the hand towel and started wiping the cream off her face. He did not want her to impulsively do something she was going to regret. Honestly, he just didn’t want to hear her complain about it every night, for at least two months.

“Wuh-? What are you doing?!”

“Love, you are not shaving off your eyebrows. You’re going to look ridiculous.”

“Why not? It’s hair on my face, right?” Kat spat as some of the cream got in her mouth. It smelled so musky, but it was so disgusting. Bleh.

“You’re going to look ridiculous. I don’t want to look at an alien when I look at my wife. I love her brows the way they are and I wouldn’t want you to sabotage them. They’re mine too..”

“Well, yeah! Because you’ve got such bushy ones and I’ve got wormy ones. You can’t even see mine because they’re so light!”

“Are you jealous of my bushy brows? They’re not something to be envious of.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pouted at him. “You can do so much with thick brows! I want nice brows like that..”

“Shaving them off will not be the solution here.”

“But they say it will grow back thicker.”

“Then, by ‘their’ logic, the peach fuzz will grow back fuller too.”

“Fine!” She grabbed the towel from his grip and wiped her face.

“And I’m quite fine with peach fuzz. If anything, it makes your face more peach-like when you blush. I just don’t want you to do something as drastic as that.” He returned to brushing his teeth, far more relieved now that she wasn’t going to shave her brows.

She sighed and tried again to cover her face with the shaving cream, adding too much of it. Arthur’s eyes watched her and his brushing slowed down as she continued applying globs over her mouth to the point where the globs could no longer adhere to her face. She just kept going and going. He shook his head at her and looked down at the sink as he tried to finish brushing his teeth. He could still hear it. Plop. He closed his eyes and did his best to contain himself as he listened to it plop to the ground. Then again. Then once more. Plop.

“Katherine, what are you doing?” He looked over his shoulder and found a foamy Viking beard to be the center of attention. “What is this?!” The man laughed at her absurdity, pointing at her beard with the brush, unsure what to really do in this situation. Why was she just standing there and doing that? This felt like something his brother would do to him, not his wife.

“I’m shaving my whiskers,” she tried to say, but could not get out. Through the layers of soapy goodness, her words could not make their way to Arthur’s ears, let alone hers. She quietly laughed to herself as she found it incredibly funny that she could not be heard because of the thickness of the soap. Arthur put a hand to his mouth to try to cover up his amusement so he could better hear her, but then too fell apart at the stupidity of it all. He covered his face instead.

Kat pulled out a shaving razor from the pocket of her robe and started “shaving” her magical beard. With every motion, their faces turned redder. They both heard the plopping sound and only the plopping sound as it hit the tile. Kat’s shoulders shook from laughter as she tried to continue with her weird performance. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked over to the sink and rinsed the razor just to discover she forgot to take the safety cap off. Her realization caused her to burst into an uproar, covering the mirror entirely in the shaving cream.

All the air that Arthur had ever had in his lungs escaped him as he wheezed at the comedic sight. Kat gripped onto the sink and leaned over it as she couldn’t control neither her laughter nor the beard that kept dripping. Hearing the other one laugh pained their bellies and filled their night with joy. Kat reached for the towel to wipe her face with as she slowly regained some composure. As she glanced at her tear-stricken face in the soiled mirror, she caught a glimpse of her husband leaning against the wall trying to stop his fit of laughter.

“PFFF.” She burst out into laughter once more and the duo repeated the cycle until the pain made it unbearable to keep laughing. It was just one of those nights.

[pearlcaddy]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you @lydias--stiles​​ for tagging me!

name: Kat (pearlcaddy on AO3 and FFN)

fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms. I’ve written briefly for other shows, but I never felt like I was in those fandoms—it was more “I can’t stop watching this scene on repeat, I’m going to write about it to get it out of my system.” That didn’t work this time around, whoops.

where you post: AO3. I crosspost most stuff to FFN but I hate the FFN doc manager so much (also, FFN deletes “special characters” and even repeat punctuation. ? is not the same as ??? Stop rewriting me, FFN! Awa' an bile yer heid.)

most popular oneshot: “Wizard Love,” which is amazing because that was such a self-indulgent fic that I thought would only appeal to me, and I’ve never written something so fluffy before, so I felt very out of my depth. The number of people who have told me they’ve re-read that fic multiple times brings me so much joy, I can’t even tell you.

most popular multichap: “A Hundred Bad Days (Made a Hundred Good Stories),” which is also amazing because I never thought I would write a fic like that, and it’s been really wonderful to see how much that resonated with people.

fics you were nervous to post: All of 100 Bad Days feels pretty out of my comfort zone, but I get the most nervous about Doing Justice To Things. So “Will You Still Know Me in a Year?” is a bit nerve-wracking because I’m aware of how gross the “person from the US goes abroad” subgenre can be. And my one Willex-centric fic, “Love Me for Who I Am and for Who I’m Gonna Be,“ still makes me nervous even though it’s been up for a couple months now because I’m worried I didn’t get our best magic boys right.

how do you choose your titles: I put together playlists as I’m outlining and writing, and the title usually comes from one of those songs. A lyric that sticks out to me that has some emotional/thematic/plot resonance.

do you outline: I always do a very loose version of a beat sheet, which lets me know broadly what scenes will be happening and what the significance of each scene is. I usually don’t start posting a multichap until I’ve got a beat sheet for the whole fic, because I want to know what’s coming down the pipeline so I can set it up.

favorite story I’ve written so far: Choosing between my children??? Probably “Some Killer Queen You Are” because I fused JatP and Buffy the Vampire Slayer—two series that are very dear to my heart that didn’t feel like they should be merge-able—and I’m really happy with how it turned out. And there’s something about a fusion that feels like the epitome of fanfic to me, because you’re combining established verses in a way that they never would be otherwise.

complete: In terms of fics, everything except “Will You?” None of my series are complete yet because I am, as always, completely unrestrained.

in progress: “Will You?”

coming soon: The second half of “Will You?” and then a oneshot in the Julie the Vampire Slayer verse where Julie meets the Pattersons. There’s a lot more plot bunnies running around—the full list is here.

prompts?: Not really. I like getting suggestions for things people might want to see expanded on when I’m working on a series, but for the most part, I want to feel passionate about an idea before I write it and I don’t always get that feeling with prompts.

tagging: @wisdomofme @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @lbswasp @sanssssastark or anyone who wants to do this. I tag you. You are tagged.

[yeniteknolojihaberleri-blog1]

Harry Potter: Wizards Unite Oyunu Konum Verilerini Topluyor

Pokemon Go, Harry Potter: Wizards Unite gibi oyunların konum bilgisi kullandıklarını hepimiz biliyoruz. Oyunun en başında zaten bu konuda oyun bizden isim istiyor ve biz de izin veriyoruz. Öte yandan Kotaku, gerçek dünyanın haritasını çıkaran bu teknoloji şirketlerinin topladığı verileri, özellikle de Wizards Unite’ın ne kadar çok veri topladığını keşfetti. 

Kotaku’nun incelemelerine göre, Niantic oyunlarında paylaşılan yer bilgileri oldukça dikkat çekici. Wizards Unite oyunu Niantic ile dakikada 3 defa konum bilgisi paylaşıyor. Bu da Pokemon Go’daki bildirim sayısından neredeyse iki kat daha fazla. Öte yandan bir noktadan günün her saatinden Niantic’e veri gittiği gözüküyor. Bir başka deyişle kişi uyurken bile konum bilgisi firmaya gidiyor. 

Konuyla ilgili açıklama yapan Niantic ise bu durumun Android’deki bir hatadan kaynaklandığını söylüyor. Firma, hatanın giderildiğini söylüyor. Ayrıca bütün veri paylaşımları gizlilik politikasında açıklanıyor. Kullanıcılar isterlerse verilerini sildirebiliyor. 

Kotaku’ya göre firma hali hazırda kişilerin hareket düzenlerini ayrıştırabilecek kadar çok bilgiye sahip. Öte yandan bu durum Niantic’e özel değil. Google da uzmanlara çeşitli adli vakalarda yardımcı olabilecek kadar çok bilgi depolamış durumda. Ancak isterseniz verilerinizi sildirme alternatifiniz bulunuyor. Bu konuda esas çekince yaratan firmalar, sık sık sızıntılarıyla gündeme gelen Facebook ve bu konuda sicili sorunlu olan Twitter gibi gözüküyor. 

Kaynak : Webtekno

Harry Potter: Wizards Unite Oyunu Konum Verilerini Topluyor

[pawnshopsouls]

ice-demigod-skrael​:

Skrael tilted his head in confusion, “Are you trapped here?” He asked, not feeling concern so much as curiosity. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, though. He didn’t know why anyone would want to live here willingly.

“As for my business with your chief, well, I do not mind discussing it. It was quite the enjoyable meeting for me.” Skrael grinned, though there was little amusement in it. It was closer to the grin of a victorious predator, who looked upon his prey with mock pity, as it squirmed beneath him.

“You see, I am trying to��� help the world. He only looks at his own self-interests. He wishes to take the world for himself? What a world to take! So full of evil and rot, and vermin. No, I don’t think this world is one worth ruling. In my endeavors, then, to fix this world upon which we stand, I need one of his underlings. He was not very happy that she likes me more than he. Such is the nature of weak rulers, however. They do not understand that loyalty through fear is not loyalty at all. As soon as a bigger fish comes along, the fear of the weaker king runs out. His follower’s fear had simply… begun to run dry. He wished to discuss it.” Skrael concluded with a shrug. “I merely gave him what he asked for.”

“But, I have spoken plenty of myself. I wish to go back to my question. Are you trapped, here? It certainly seems so, if you desire a way back out.”

Bonely listened with folded arms, taking in all he could as the frost mage spoke. He got Gunmar’s motives pretty spot on, but his ears flicked back at thought of fixing the world above. Wasn’t it fine as it was? Full of life, good soft earth, lost friends and family—wasn’t it good enough to be saved? His thoughts flickered back to the tales of Canis and his grivances against the deis of his time, and his war that split the caster’s world into the 3 parts that it was now. But he shook those thoughts aside—different world, different rules after all— and raised an eyebrow at the short specter.

“Underlings?” he asked curiously and then gave a snorting laugh at Skrael’s question. “Us? Trapped? Ha! I think that’s a bit of an understatement there, friend. Everyone here outside a’ yerself, Kat, ‘n’ Yuki are trapped here. Troll, goblin, nyarlagroth, everyone! This here—” he gestured to craggy, barren lands around them. “—this is what yeh’d call the fanciest oubliette a wizard could buy! Not only does it have no natural warmth, save for yer own body heat ‘n’ a handful of rare crystal types, but there’s hardly any food or proper nourishment fer anythin’ outside a Nyarlagroth or Velvet Death. No grazin’ herds a’ deer or bison; no soft, green earth teh sleep on; no luxurious ores teh fill our bellies. Just endless, cavernous rock with only shards of the heartstones we need teh surivive. Even the beasties that used teh prey on us have started dwindlin’ here!”

Bonely shook his head with a huff and tightened his folded arms. “Those outside probably call this place a ‘dark realm’ or ‘prison’. But really, it’s a tomb—a stone, cold tomb made fer us teh starve in. ‘N’ after 900 years a’ this—” he gestured to the darklands again. “—I��ll take whatever world is left up there. After all, even rotten apples still have seeds teh make new trees, a new world. That ‘n’ we GummGumms are very good at pest control.”

With youngsters safely stowed away, Bonely is going to cautiously approach the human ice wraith, sniffing uncertainly until he had the nerve to speak. He swallowed. "Greetin's ice wraith," he stammered, trying to give himself courage. "Who—/what/ are yeh 'n' what brings yeh teh this dismal side a' the world?"

“Greetings.” He returned the same address this new being used, “I would not normally be so quick to introduce myself, but you have caught me in a good mood. I am Skrael, of the North Wind. I’m here for- Hm... Professional matters… Why is it that you ask, newcomer? Who,” he raised an eyebrow, “are you?” He refrained from showing any outward signs of being a threat. So far, he had no reason to be on guard.