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ladykailitha · 10 months

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Royal Pain Part 3

Hello! I was going to post this yesterday but I thought I would be busier for WIP Wednesday which only two people participated in (sad author noises). And then I was waffling about putting up a meta about Steve’s parents (I ended up just saving it in my ‘bit of everything’ file). And then I realized it was super late and should put this up before I forget again.

This next part is for @weirdandabsurd42 who mentioned being excited to see Wayne and was thusly added (because I almost forgot to put him there, oops!), thereby creating one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written so...thanks!

Part 1 Part 2

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Steve closed up his shop with a spring in his step and a grumpy Robin following behind.

“I can’t believe you are dragging me to a metal concert,” she groused as she locked the door behind her.

“You don’t have to come,” Steve said with a grin. “You can stay home on a Saturday, all by yourself with a pint of ice cream and the latest rom-com.”

Robin glared at him. “You know that I have to come with you so you don’t throw yourself at Eddie.”

Steve rolled his eyes as they walked to his car. “I’m not going to throw myself at him.”

Robin clutched her hands to her chest. “Oh that’s right I forgot! You already have!”

Steve glared at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” she asked, sliding into the car. “So what do you call offering to do his back tattoo?”

Steve already in the car, hit his head on his steering wheel. “Fucccckkkk.” He hit it over and over. “Why did I do that? Why did he agree? What am I going to do?”

Robin rubbed his back. “I think this is good thing for you. If you do well on his wings then you can start doing large pieces again. And if not, then you know it’s not something you can do and you’ll never do another one ever again.”

Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around the steering wheel. “I just wanted him to like me.”

“As person, as friend or as a boyfriend?” Robin asked seriously.

“All of the above?” Steve said raising his head to look at her. “Apparently the first one has been met. I’d take the second one, but I would love the last one more than anything.”

“Well this weekend will be a great opportunity to test the waters and see how he feels. Because even if he wants to be friends now, there’s still a chance he might want something more in the future. Just don’t bank on it.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.” He turned the key and pulled out of their parking lot.

“This would be a good time to get a couple of apprentices of your own,” she said after a few miles of silence. “You’re going to be spending a lot of hours on Eddie’s tattoo and you’re going to need someone to pick up the slack.”

Steve let out a shuddering sigh. “I know. I’ll start putting out feelers in the community and see what’s out there.”

Robin nodded. “We’ll put up filers at the local colleges and universities as well as putting it up on our website. I’ll talk to Will and see what he can come up with for both.”

“I know he’ll turn it down but offer him the usual rates for that sort of thing,” Steve agreed.

Robin laughed. “Fingers crossed he’ll accept this time.”

Eddie walked into his apartment and flopped face first into his couch. It had been such a whirlwind day. He wasn’t even sure he could function. That really was the downside to having a full time gig. Having all this free time.

Because yeah, Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin practiced nearly every day, and they were always coming up with new music, it just wasn’t the same as full time job. He didn’t have to do anything but show up and perform two nights a week. He could phone it in if he wanted.

Not that he would. Just...that he could. Which meant on days when his head was spiraling he could stew for days and never leave this couch.

He rolled over and pulled out his phone and dialed that familiar number.

“Munson residence!” came the gruff familiar voice.

“When are you going to at least get a caller ID, old man!” Eddie crowed.

“Shut it, boy,” Wayne growled. “I have one and it works just fine, the greeting is polite. Something I thought I raised you better in.”

Eddie giggled. “You love me.”

“Lord help me, but I do,” Wayne agreed. “You calling to talk or to listen?”

It was something that they had established long before Eddie left Hawkins to live on his own in the big city. Long before before Eddie took three years to graduate. Long before Al Munson abandoned his son on his baby brother’s door step for one last job. A job that would land him in prison. They had this code. Well, not really a code.

Just this thing between them. When Eddie had a rough day, he would call Wayne. But depending on the swirling of emotions going through his head, sometimes he just need to hear Wayne talk about his day. Gossip about his neighbors. Let the words flow over him until he felt at ease enough to go to sleep.

Other nights, though. The really bad ones. The ones where Eddie needed advice, he would talk. Sometimes Eddie would figure it out on his own, other times he would need Wayne to give him advice. This was one of those nights.

“Talk,” Eddie breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Wha’cha got, Ed?” Wayne asked gently.

And Eddie just let it all spill out. The tattoos, Steve, the band, feeling like they had stagnated.

“That’s a lot on your plate, boy,” Wayne said. “I can see why you wanted to share.”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “I don’t know what to do about...well any of it to be honest.”

Wayne hummed. “When was the last time you went out and did something fun? Something for just yourself? And don’t say get a tattoo because that’s part of the tangled mess right now.”

Eddie blinked. When was the last time he had gone out for drinks, saw a movie, or even listened to music other than his own? “I’m not sure.”

“Well there you go,” Wayne said. “Creativity isn’t endless, boy. It’s a well and you’re going through a drought because you aren’t taking in any influences other then that feedback loop you’re on.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t have to be with your friends or even that boy you’ve got your eye on,” Wayne explained. “Just go out and have fun for yourself, ya hear?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, already feeling lighter. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne.”

“Rest well, okay?” Wayne murmured.

“You too.”

Jeff shook his head and rolled his eyes as he watched Eddie play with his rings, his knee bouncing up and down.

“Chill!” Gareth growled. “For fuck’s sake. We are professionals, we’ve done this twice a week for years. What’s got your panties in a twist this time?”

Jeff wagged his eyebrows. “This time pretty boy Steve Harrington is going to be in the crowd. With a girl no less.”

“She’s gay,” Eddie bit out. “A literal flaming lesbian. I just have to pass the best friend test with her. And considering she wanted me to get his number, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to work that hard.”

“I noticed you didn’t deny that you’re nervous about Pretty Boy being in the audience tonight,” Brian teased.

Eddie threw up his hands in the air and leapt to his feet. “All right, yeah. I’m nervous. Even when I did have boyfriends that would show up, I knew they liked the music. But I have no idea if Steve is just being nice or if he’s actually interested in hearing us play.”

Jeff cocked his head. “Yeah, I can see how you might be worried he won’t like it. But if he doesn’t, isn’t better you know that now, before your feelings get in too deep?”

Eddie’s lip quivered. “Yes. I mean, of course. But it still makes me feel like crawling out of my skin, okay?”

“Okay,” Gareth said. “So do what you do best and throw yourself into the music. Let it wash over you. You are a consummate performer. So kick ass.”

Eddie nodded and the nod slowly turned into a head bang with him playing air guitar. By the time the knock came to let them know it was time, Eddie was ready to go out there and rock.

Steve hadn’t been to The Nightmare Holes before. It hadn’t even been on his radar at all. That was so weird, especially since it was almost literally doors down from Robin and his favorite club.

Well that was until they were dropped off in front of a large concrete building that didn’t look like a bar from the outside at any stretch of the imagination. In fact the only thing that stuck out at all was a neon sign with a large arrow pointing to a set of stairs leading down proclaiming this to be The Nightmare Holes.

When they got into the bar, Steve realized that they were going to stick out like a sore thumb. With Steve looking prep and Robin looking punk, they were going to be murdered before Eddie even got on stage.

They were saved by a goddess if you believed Robin later. This pretty woman in a tank top and tight leather pants with four inch heeled boots came up to them.

“Hey!” she greeted warmly. “You must be Stevie, right?”

Steve nodded. “I’m afraid you’re one up on me. You know me, but I don’t know you.”

She smiled much to Robin’s chagrin. “I’m Miranda, girlfriend of the rhythm guitarist, Jeff Lawrence. He was worried that Eddie might have forgotten to tell you that wearing your usual clothes might make you stand out.” She waved her hands at them. Both Robin and Steve blushed. “You aren’t too bad actually. I was think you would be much worse the way Jeff was going on.”

“He only saw us at work,” Robin explained once she picked her jaw up off the ground. “He might have assumed that we wear that on the regular.”

Miranda nodded. “You can do this one of two ways. Stay dressed as you are as big middle finger to conformity no matter who’s conforming to what or you come with me and I can tweak your looks enough that you don’t stand out as much.”

Steve looked down at his clothes and tilted his head. “I think I’m going to give conformity the middle finger, thanks. I’ve been bucking what people think a tattoo artist should look like for years. I’m not going to change that for one little concert.”

Miranda nodded appreciatively. “Good on you. How about you, princess? You gonna give conformity the middle finger, too?”

Robin looked down at her clothes and blushed. “I think most metalheads would say a punk is being a step too far.”

Miranda laughed. “You’re probably right. Let’s go see if I can metal you up a bit.”

The two ladies came back a few minutes later. Robin still had her chunky jewelry and smudged makeup. But her billowy plaid pants were replaced by tight black jeans and instead of her vest, she wore a black jacket. Her hair had been tamed to a more relaxed style.

Steve grinned at her. “Looking good, Robs!”

Robin blushed. “I made a new friend.”

Miranda laughed. “Thanks for that.” She looked around and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “Just a little secret between us new besties.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance, but both nodded.

“I don’t like metal music, either,” she whispered and winked. She turned around so she faced the stage. “But I’m here because my Jeffie does. So if you don’t like the music, because hey, you might not, don’t sweat it. They put on a good show and we’re here for them.” She jutted her chin up at the stage just as the house lights went down and the stage lights went up.

Standing the spotlight was Eddie. He wore a slashed up band shirt, tight jeans, and his leather jacket. A jacket Steve was about to learn wasn’t going to feature long. About twenty minutes into the show, the jacket was gone and Steve could see a peek of the new tattoo through the slits in the shirt.

He licked his lips slowly. Ooh...that was tantalizing. And then Eddie threw caution and his shirt to the wind and everyone saw Eddie’s new tattoo.

Robin turned to Steve wide-eyed. “Holy shit, it blends seamlessly into the rest of the tattoos, like it was there first.”

Miranda peered around Robin to look at Steve, too. “Yeah, man. You did a hell of a job. You should be proud of that.”

Steve was. No doubt. But he was prouder of the fact that Eddie wanted everyone to see it. It melted his heart and settled at the base of his spine, like he had drank a cup of hot chocolate all at once.

And that was when Steve realized he would do anything for Eddie. Even if that meant just being friends.

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My new favorite line? * “Lord help me, but I do,” Wayne agreed. “You calling to talk or to listen?” * It’s just so...Wayne, you know?

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b0tster · 9 months

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ever since coming out, i’ve had a very difficult time inserting myself into the lgbt community, specifically the trans community. i don’t know why; i’ve just never felt like i belong in any specific place, like i’m not good enough or look “proper” enough to take part. i’m not sure if that’s rooted in how isolated i was a kid and teenager just trying to to sort through this stuff. but i can’t be that way any more, and i guess in seeking to view myself as more “valid” i’ve gone through a lot of personal changes. and despite my internalized feelings towards myself from my childhood and parents and society at the time, i’ve come to love and accept myself for the project that i am.

i guess i just wanted to get that out since we’re all doing this.

to the anon, i just want to say: i was in a similar situation for years and years. i first started questioning myself when i was a child. it got worse as i got older. eventually i learned to just shove it down and ignore it. as i got older though, and grew more autonomous, and grew as a person, i realized that those feelings never went away. and from 19-25, i just kept crushing them down, but every time took more and more out of me.

i came out to my sister in tears at like 12:30am in the office of my workplace. her response? “yeah no that checks out for you.”

i’ve never been more relieved or angry, or laughed so hard, at a response, but that was the push over the edge i needed. and i don’t want you to think any of us are directly telling you that you are trans, you should transition, blah blah blah.

i have a lot of regrets about how i handled my transition. i wish i had access to more information in the 90s and 00s. i wish i had people like those that are all over this website, encouraging me to look inside myself to see what was going on. i wish i had had all of you incredible people to talk to. i spent the better part of 26 years denying who i was because i was afraid of what it might mean, and because i didn’t have any base of knowledge to understand any of my feelings. i felt alone and isolated, in that tiny ass rural town in virginia. it wasn’t until i got to college that i really saw people like me, and even then i was too intimidated, too afraid to approach or talk to them.

anon, my only real advice to you would just be to talk. find people to talk to. talk to yourself if you have to. if you think they’re steps you want to take? give them a shot. you can always stop if it doesn’t jive with you.

i started transitioning at 28. i lost my hrt a year and a half later. i just got it back a month ago, and now at 31, i’m back at square one.

my biggest regret will always be, that i didn’t give myself the chance to be myself sooner. don’t rob yourself of that chance, anon, by hiding your light under a bushel. we’ll all be around. talk to us. talk to everyone you can, and you’ll learn a little more about yourself each time. i just wish someone had told me that sooner.

love all of you guys. 💜. thank you for giving me a place to put this, botster, and thank you anon and botster for giving me an excuse to share my story.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I don't even know how to properly respond to this 🥺

I know its not fully directed at me though. But this shows how important it is to be out and proud for those who are willing.

Having a platform where people feel safe enough to ask these questions is so important.

#lilith answers #ah #my heart #i cant handle this a #trans #lgbt

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pansyfemme · 4 months

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hey!!! I love your art, was wondering if you have any recommendations for practicing anatomy? the way you draw people is so nice and your poses look so dynamic and fluid it’s rly impressive

hey hey! so my currently knowledge of anatomy is because i’ve been taking figure drawing classes, and really fucking loving them. While i know that an actual college level figure class isn’t super accesible, it’s still worth it to see if there are any figure drawing groups around your area. Lots of places do them for a small flat fee, or maybe even free, depending where you look. BUT, if that’s really not an option, having a friend pose for you or people sketching at a park is pretty good too! Drawing the figure consistantly and from real life is the best way to improve, and i saw myself making leaps and bounds after just a few weeks of starting this kind of practice. On days that you cannot get anyone to sit for you- websites like line of action and fatphotoref are full of images created for the purpose of figure study. I like to a lot of these in pen or marker, and just plot out points in relation to eachother, and give myself like ~ 5 minutes to get stuff down. I find it helps me from getting too fixed on one place. (this is one i did over the summer, its not perfect, but its a good example of one i did off of photos) im pretty sure people make figure drawing videos too? but i’ve never tried them.

I offen hear people give advice on anatomy like ‘breaking the form down into shapes’ and i… personally discoruage that exactly. Not that the form can’t be broken down, it’s just that people tend to take that and run with it, and the shapes become waaaay more simplified than intended. Parts of the body are rarely tubes or circles or squares, and for me, breaking down the body may be breaking the leg into hundreds of parts rather than the standard two or three.

I suppose the main thing i tend to really focus on is making sure your characters feel weighted. Bodies carry a lot of muscle and fat, and if a person does not feel firmly rooted to the ground, the whole figure can feel thrown off.

Im not always sure what else tips i can give besides keeping a regular sketchbook practice, drawing who are around you whenever you can, and just observing your model or reference closely, working general to specific on details

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1d1195 · 2 years

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Therapy I

This will be multiple parts--I’ve already written 5k+ words of literal FILTH because the mood struck as such.

Warnings: some mentions of 18+ material; this is a stupid roommates trope because I’m obsessed.

He smiled at her shaking his head. He wanted to know what her deal was. She was acting like a girlfriend and Lord, was she good at it. He was willing to take her act, but he thought he would have enjoyed it for real as well. “You’re too good t’me, kitten,” he said giving her a peck on the cheek before he made his way to his bathroom; he had the right mind to take a cold shower, so he didn’t think unholy things about her.

Truly, she would be the death of him

The ad for a roommate popped up on her university’s alumni page. His profile was then linked to his occupational profile. CST, it read. She clicked the link. “No way,” she said reading the words attached to the abbreviation. Certified Sex Therapist. It seemed like a line he baited girls into getting them home with him, but she clicked on the link to the website with a reputable counseling service record. It wasn’t just sex therapy but other therapies as well. Maybe he can refer me to a therapist she thought with a smirk. She looked back at his profile picture. “That’s simply not fair,” she muttered to herself. He had curly brown hair that was coiffed to perfection. Green eyes that sparkled like the emeralds they surely were. And the dimples. Oh, those dimples were going to be the death of her.

“Well, that can’t possibly be legal,” she said to herself as she clicked on the profile. She was desperate for a roommate. But she wasn’t so desperate that she was willing to get her head chopped off like an idiot. But this was...there was no way it was legal for him to be a sex therapist looking that good. It wouldn’t be fair to any of his clients. How any right-minded woman could go to therapy with their significant other with Harry sitting before them was...laughable. There was no way. She was hardly sure she could manage being roommates with him. But again, she was desperate.

And she was strictly looking for a roommate. One that wouldn’t mind her excessive baking and would share household chores. One that would understand her flexible schedule and wouldn’t mind being friends if it worked out that way. She originally wanted a female roommate. But she had three female roommates in as many months and they were...she didn’t like to say it lightly, but they were crazy.

Hiiii! She typed. It seemed a little over the top and maybe she was, but she wanted to be honest. She was friendly when she needed to be and while she definitely understood roommate boundaries, she always dreamed of a fun little roommate story like she had seen in sitcoms growing up. Something like Friends or Will and Grace seemed like a rite of passage in her twenties. Right now, she was fresh out of college, embarking on her first real job in the city and needed a roommate in order to live in this apartment that wouldn’t break her bank. I’m very interested in being your roommate. I, myself, have very good references and in addition to the apartment itself, I come with my own waffle maker, a full Betty Crocker test kitchen cookbook, and delicious brunch recipes (my brunch sangrias are to die for). Again, maybe over the top. But she wanted him to like her.

She didn’t expect an answer right away, certainly not an incoming video chat. Blinking and surprising herself, she clicked accept. The screen pinged and centered on the smirking face from the profile picture she had just been ogling moments before. “M’very interested in this sangria,” he said with a chuckle. She smirked.

“Yeah?” She wondered. “Are you a white or a red kinda wine drinker?” She asked eyeing the pitcher on top of her fridge while she examined the selection of wines on the counter. She would make him anything he wanted. His voice was smooth and deep like chocolate. He sounded so sultry without even trying.

“Yes,” he chuckled.

She giggled in response. “I see, well my specialty is a white peach recipe; it also happens to be my favorite.”

“Understood,” he nodded. “Suppose it could be a toast to a new roommate?” He chuckled as he questioned her. “You’re the first reasonable one ‘ve gotten a notice for and I... well, I know s’forward, but I jumped when I received y’message obviously,” he shrugged. She felt like she was talking to an old friend. He had this air about him that made everything calm and lovely. “Would love t’be your roommate,” he said with a beautiful smile that ached every vein in her body. Oh, he was going to break her heart. She just knew it. She should have said no right then and there. It would save her in the long run.

“Would you like to see the place?” She asked. “I’ll send you the address.”

He was tall and lanky. But he seemed...firm and soft somehow. She showed him around the two-bedroom, and she was grateful to lead because for the one second she let him go in front of her when he entered the apartment, she desperately wanted to touch his back and trace the muscles she could see outlined by his t-shirt. He was cheerful and polite. He shook her hand when he entered, and he held open the doors and gestured for her to go first as she walked by him—even in her own apartment. It made her shiver.

She instantly wanted to be his best friend. “This is a steal,” he said looking around the apartment. He admired the wall hangings she put up. He ran his finger along the frame of one. He was in awe of the space and the price he would pay. She didn’t seem crazy, and he liked her already. “Y’can’t get anyone y’know?” He asked and his eyebrows pinched together in surprise.

She scuffed her foot along the floor shyly. “Most of my friends are in relationships...live with their significant others. I... I was in a relationship with m’degree...don’t have a lot of single friends to be roommates with,” she explained. He nodded easily.

“I get that,” he said shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked so cute. She couldn’t imagine telling him her deepest darkest secrets about her sex life. Not without it leading to sex... “I was in a relationship with my degree too,” he chuckled. “Ruined a lot of m’own relationships...M’closest friends are in a relationship, live with their girlfriends s’well.”

She nodded understandingly. It was tough out there these days. “Well, Harry, so long as you think you can stand me and my baking, I would love to have you,” she smiled. He grinned with relief.

“Thank you, this is amazing, kitten!” He said cheerily. He pulled her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek that left her stunned and speechless. “Sorry, m’very affectionate,” he said sheepishly and glanced at the floor, and she thought she might burst when she saw his cheeks turn pink as he shyly looked away from her. “M’gonna go start packing!” He said just as quickly and hastily left out the door. “Send me y’number!” He called over his shoulder.

She pressed a hand to her cheek. Oh yes, this boy would surely break her heart.

Harry made himself at home instantly. He had taken a whole week off to get settled. “How did you manage that? Didn’t you just graduate?” She asked as she helped carry in one of his boxes labeled “Kitchen.”

“No, kitten,” he shook his head. “I graduated last year,” he explained.

She smirked, tilting her head at him. “So, you’ve just been falsely posing on the alumni page for the wrong year?” She questioned.

“Kitten, I was so desperate fo’ a roommate, I was ready to be a dorm advisor,” he chuckled. “Posing as a different year was nothing,” he said easily with another shrug. “Built up some time over the last year,” he told her in explanation as to the paid time off. He wasn’t just starting out like she was. She was struggling with the box as she maneuvered around the other ones. Harry noted it almost immediately and snagged the box from her as if it didn’t weigh at least twenty pounds and grabbed her hip to steady her before she fell and hurt herself. “Y’okay, kitten?” He wondered settling the box at his feet. “Pull anything?” He asked in concern. It was genuine too, everything about Harry was genuine.

She shook her head. “No,” she said quietly trying not to read into everything Harry did. While he said he didn’t have a significant other in college, it didn’t mean he didn’t have one now. “Erm...thanks,” she said and then made her way back to his moving van to get the next box.

“Y’don’t have to help, y’know,” he said following behind her. “We...don’t have to be friends...if y’don’t want.”

She pouted, grateful her back was to him. She was hurt by the idea that they would never be friends and they had hardly even known each other a whole day in total. “Oh...um...”

“Not that I don’t want to be!” He hurried. “Y’seem really cool, kitten. The sangria was a really big selling point if m’being honest,” he chuckled. She spun on her heel which caused him to bump into her awkwardly. “Oof,” he grunted and grabbed her by the hip again to keep her from tumbling backwards. Once steadied, she smirked at him. Every time he touched her made her heart pound, but she liked him regardless of if she wanted to jump his bones. He was fun and sweet. He was a mess of a talker and accidentally insulted her at least once an hour. And he was easy on the eyes of course.

“I think I’ll like being your friend, Mr. Styles.” He smiled so beautifully it made her chest ache. Those dimples would surely be the death of her.

When he saw her profile picture, Harry knew he was done for. “She’s gonna break my heart,” he mumbled as he looked over her profile. He had only been in three serious relationships since he was in college. One freshman fling, one that lasted two years during his sophomore and junior years of school before she grew tired of his need to study. The other two-year stint only recently ending due to a misunderstanding on her part about what exclusive meant. Harry was sad, heartbroken, and quite bitter about not having a girlfriend and having to move out of the apartment he had grown accustomed to over the last year or so. He was upset to start over in his love life. He was in love with love, and he wanted to spoil someone he adored.

When he saw her face on that video chat he so bravely called for, he was nearly speechless. He managed to say something about sangria to break the ice so he could focus on not salivating over her cute smile. She was going to ruin him, but in the best of ways. He was sure of it.

They got into a routine before they knew it. It took less than a month of him living there. She hated doing dishes and Harry hated laundry. It was an even trade. Maybe more so on her part, because she didn’t have to suffer Harry seeing her underwear, but she was allowed to fold his boxers and it felt way too close for comfort. They shared just about all other chores. Except she insisted on vacuuming if Harry was going to take the trash out.

“S’jus’...You’re a...very pretty girl, kitten. Don’t want y’t’get into trouble late at night taking the trash out,” he said sheepishly and then rushed out the door before he could say anything else; before he could feel bad about his assumptions of wanting to keep her safe. Harry knew how he felt about her, but he could only imagine how others thought about and looked at her. She busied herself with another task before she could read into Harry. Before she could think about how he called her pretty. Before she could explain she used to take the trash out before he lived there...because maybe she wanted him to call her pretty.

Harry’s job had him out of the apartment from 7-5 on Monday through Thursday. They were very long days that left him feeling quite drained but were made better only since he got out early by working 8-12 on Fridays. (And she was sweet enough to have dinner for him on the days he worked so late). He worked close enough that he could even stop in for lunch most days. Which he did when she worked from home on Wednesdays in particular.

She worked in the financial office as an accountant for a big business in the city that Harry hardly understood the comings and goings because she barely understood what they did most of the time. She just knew how to account all their money and knew when to sound the alarm if something was amiss. All he knew is she wore cute business dresses and heels and looked like a Greek goddess. Calling her pretty was just the minimum of what he wanted to say when she looked so utterly beautiful. Even when she worked from home in leggings and a t-shirt, he thought she was just as beautiful if not more than when she was all dolled up. She was made to be a housewife in the most non-misogynistic way possible and he was utterly taken with her. And then, of course there was her sex-appeal.

He would be an idiot to say she wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. It took everything in Harry to not picture her moaning his name every time he saw her. Her lips made him wild. Whether she was smiling or sipping her coffee through the straw. Harry ached to be near her mouth. It was all he dreamed about these days. How she was single was a mystery. He knew she was busy with her degree but if he had known her in college...well there’s not much he wouldn’t do to be her guy.

“Hey kitten,” he said quietly as he entered the apartment. It was Friday. Which meant she was working from home again. He knew she usually napped on her lunch break on Fridays, but he didn’t understand the noise coming from the other room. “Kitten...” he sang hoping to announce his presence and not scare her.

But then he heard a moan. It was so distinct, it stopped him in his tracks. Did she have a guy over? When did she meet him? Was it someone from work? Harry was jealous instantly. He wanted to make her moan. It’s all he dreamed about. He listened for another moment, feeling completely intrusive before he decided to make more noise to show he was home. Quietly he made his way for the front door again and made a good effort to open and then slam it shut.

“Harry?” She called out.

Harry’s entire body shivered to hear her say his name after moaning the way she did. “Jus’ me, kitten,” he called back. She hurried from her room rubbing her eyes, she hardly looked flushed. At least he wasn’t good at pleasuring her. Harry thought to himself.

“You’re home early,” she said.

He smirked. “M’right on time,” he said glancing at the clock. Time must have snuck away from her. And it ate at his heart that it did.

She blushed. “Erm...I just meant...I was supposed to have lunch for you, and I don’t,” she said wrinkling her nose. “M’sorry.” He can feel the jealousy in his chest but it’s not his fault. He heard her moan and it’s going to be all he thinks about for the rest of his days. Certainly, all he thinks about tonight. “Good thing you did come home on time, I slept too long,” she yawned, and Harry realized she did look quite sleepy. The jealousy subsided but he was simultaneously riled at the thought of whatever she was dreaming about.

“S’okay, you can keep sleeping, kitten,” he chuckled. “I can make m’own lunch.”

“Yeah, but I’m home, seems unfair...”

They continued about their lives for the better part of a month. There was nothing too crazy to speak of like her moaning in her sleep. They went to work and came home. They hung out a bit but nothing more than a pair of roommates really. To be expected, she was settling into her new job, she didn’t go out much, but she had plans for the end of the month to spend a long weekend with her friends at the beach. Harry didn’t see his friends too often either. She was unknowing, but he had blown off many plans for Friday nights watching movies and reading books with his roommate.

“Would y’mind if I have some friends over?” Harry wondered. It had been too long, and they were starting to get suspicious. The only time they saw him was at the gym and on Sunday’s when they watched the game at the local pub. She was sitting on the couch reading her book listening to soft music. Looking utterly beautiful without even trying. Harry was obsessed with her.

“It’s your place too, Harry,” she giggled and set her book on the coffee table. “You don’t have to ask.”

But he did. “’Ve got to at least let y’know.”

“Thank you,” she said so sweetly. Her lips dripped with honey. “By all means. Do you want me to bake anything for you?”

His heart thudded violently against his ribcage. Oh, she was so good. Too good. He was a mess for her. “No, kitten. You’re too much,” he shook his head. “And I’ll do all the cleaning, y’aren’t t’lift a finger,” he said raising an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “Understand?” He asked.

She nodded but smirked at him impishly. “Please let me know if you need help though, and don’t worry about me, when I’m tired enough, I can sleep through anything,” she told him. “Seriously, pretend I’m not even here,” she said and rose from the couch and headed for her bedroom.

He did what she said. He pretended she wasn’t there, but that was a bit hard when she consumed all his thoughts. He was organizing the snacks and drinks for his friends and set up the football game Niall asked to watch during the gathering. He was just going to his room to change when he was halted at her room.

He nearly dropped to his knees then and there at the sight of her. She was laying twisted like a vine, half naked. Harry felt so intrusive to something and someone so vulnerable, but he figured it was better he saw her than his friends. Her door was half open, and it must have been the window billowing her curtains that pulled it open because she was out cold, sound asleep. He can’t imagine her leaving her door open for him to find her half naked. Her face was scrunched against one of the pillows, the corner of her book dangerously close to her eye. He didn’t know where to look because everything was on display. Her bum was round and pillowy looking. It begged for his hand to cup each cheek. Her underwear was nearly non-existent hooked at her hips but lost between the cheeky flesh he felt the desperate need to bite. Twisted the way she was, Harry seriously worried about her spine. But only for a moment because then his eyes roamed to her chest. She was only wearing a bra that had her breasts almost spilling out of it. He wanted to bury his face between her cleavage, and he thought he would die a happy man. There was so much of her delicious skin exposed, and he was only man. He had to get out of there fast.

Oh, it was so good he found her and not one of his friends. He stepped in her room quietly and grabbed the throw blanket at the end of her bed. He draped it over her because she did look chilly, and he would rather die than let her be uncomfortable. She sighed dreamily at the warmth. As sexy as she was half naked, Harry was smitten with the sigh that escaped her lips as she was completely covered by the blanket. He wanted to stroke her face, kiss her forehead. But instead, he turned to leave. Once his back was turned, she sighed again. “Harry,” she cooed. It was crystal clear. She caught him. But she sounded unsurprised. Nonetheless, Harry froze in place. He waited for her shock and embarrassment to take over. Her hatred of him.

It didn’t come. Curiously, he glanced over his shoulder and saw she had turned and snuggled deeper into her pillows and pulled the blanket around her shoulder and tucked it under her chin. She was still asleep. Harry was dizzy. His heart was warm, and his entire body tingled to know she was thinking of him while she slept. He had to get out of there. He closed her door with a soft click, making sure the doorknob’s latch was securely in place so that it wouldn’t blow open again.

Then it was back to the cold shower for him. His mind spinning with thoughts of his name on her lips and the body that would mar any thought of another woman for the rest of his life. Truly, she would be the death of him.

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State of The Starry Path Hotel #1 (February 9th, 2024)

Hello everyone! Stella Hikaru here! Welcome to my first Tumblr blog post! In order to hold myself accountable and document my content creation journey, I decided to make a weekly long form post on Tumblr about my path on becoming a Vtuber. Why Tumblr? Well it’s because a) I can’t afford a custom website at the moment, plus I would have to use another site to direct traffic to it anyway, b) Twitter, the main hub for Vtubers, has a character limit and I don’t want to make like 50 tweets in a row once per week, my ADHD ass can’t handle that, and c) I just want to do it on Tumblr okay? Weekly posts will be every Friday and I might do roundups at the end of the month and year (I haven’t fully decided yet). My main goal is to look back on these posts someday and see how far I’ve come in bringing up The Starry Path Hotel.

Anyway, here’s what the general format is going to be:

Mini Life Update

This is where I’m going to touch on a little bit of what’s going on in my life when I’m not running the hotel and how it impacts my content creation process.

Content Creation Progress Update

This is where I’ll post any updates about what I am up to content wise and what goals I accomplished. This could be anything from Youtube videos to updates on commissions I requested to the creation of new accounts.

This Week’s Goals

The goals that I’ll have for the week. These will be smaller, more achievable goals that will either build up to the monthly goals or be standalone

This Month’s Goals

The goals that I’ll have for the month. The weekly goals will mainly build up to these.

This Year’s Goals

These are the goals that I have for the year. These will be longer term goals that most of the weekly and monthly goals will build up to.

Final Thoughts

Basically going to be a final roundup on this week’s post and how I’m feeling about what I want to do this week.

I may add or change stuff depending on what works and what doesn’t but this is what I’m going to stick with for now. With that bit of housekeeping on the way, here’s the first week’s blog post!

Mini Life Update

I’m currently in my final semester of college and I am taking SIX classes this semester including a very time consuming capstone class plus I have to stay on top of my extracurriculars. One might say that trying to become a Vtuber was a bad idea but I’m too stubborn to give up now! We’re starting to get into the busy point of the semester and schoolwork is taking up a LOT of my time. I don’t even have time to play FFXIV anymore. ;-; Hopefully I can get the Valentine’s Day event emote though! Anyway with school taking priority, I don’t have a lot of time for Vtuber activities. So far I’m only able to stream once a week but since Twitch’s discoverability is crap and my VODs are only saved for seven days, your girl isn’t growing as much as she would like. But hopefully that changes soon!

Content Creation Progress Update

Since this is my first post, I’m going to include some stuff that I have been up to for the past few weeks. First, I have been streaming every Saturday at 2 PM EST on Twitch. You can find the link for my Twitch on the Social Media Page of my Tumblr blog. So far I have been doing coworking/chatting for part of the stream and then playing games after a couple of hours. I’ve been playing Cult of the Lamb on stream and having a lot of fun!

The next major update is that I commissioned a chibi Vtuber model! While my current model looks fine, I want to upgrade from a Vroid model. However, as a college student with basically no income, there’s no way I can spend a few thousand dollars on an updated character design and full Live2D model. So I managed to find an artist doing chibi Live2D models and commissioned them using the I don’t know when I will have it but I hopefully should be ready to reveal it in mid-March.

Now onto the goals!

This Week’s Goals

Make a VOD channel for my Twitch VODs and upload my VODs to that channel: I was on the fence of if I wanted to simply upload my Twitch VODs on my main channel or create a separate channel just for Twitch VODs and upload them there. After weighing the pros and cons of each option, I decided to make a separate channel. This week, I will make a different channel and upload all of my past VODs on there as well as any Twitch VODs going forward.

Make a Carrd for Twitter and Bluesky: While I can easily link all of my social media on Twitch, YouTube, and Tumblr, I can’t do the same for Twitter and Bluesky due to the character limit. I want to make a Carrd for myself to use for those two sites and put the links in my bio this week.

Brainstorm for YouTube videos and choose an idea for the 1st one: I’m hoping to make one YouTube video this month and this week I need to choose an idea so I can start scripting. I’m also going to brainstorm ideas that I can use for future YouTube videos this week.

This Month’s Goals

Make 1 YouTube video: I want to make YouTube content that isn’t just Twitch highlights (nothing wrong with that kind of content, I just want to make something different) so this is one of the main goals I have for myself this month! I don’t know what it will be about but I’ll post more about it in future blog posts.

Look into ways to take donations: While I am waiting to get monetized on YouTube and Twitch, I would like to have a way for people to financially support me if they choose to do so. This month, I will be comparing different sites for one time donations (i.e. PayPal, Ko-Fi) and choosing which one would suit my needs.

Continue streaming once per week and try to do guerilla streams: As I stated, I currently stream once per week on Saturdays and I want to maintain this consistency. However, I want to see if I can do some guerilla streams during the week since I will need to stream on 7 different days in a 30 day period to get Affiliate on Twitch and with my current schedule, I fall short of the requirements.

This Year’s Goals

Get monetized on YouTube: I want to eventually make money off of my content so I’m hoping to get monetized on YouTube this year. This is going to be a tall order, but I hope I can keep working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Become an Affiliate on Twitch: I think this goal is a bit more achievable compared to getting monetized on YouTube but I still need to meet the requirements. I will also be working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Gain 100 followers on any social media besides YouTube or Twitch: I actually am over halfway to 100 followers on Twitter as of writing this, but I still don’t get a ton of engagement on my post. In addition, most of the followers I have gotten are those annoying GFX bots and it’s a little bit disheartening. I also want to build up a following on Tumblr and Bluesky as well!

Make a community Discord server: Once I build up a community, I want to create a Discord server for people to hang out in. However, I want to wait until there is a demand for a Discord server. This goal is lower priority compared to the other goals but I hope that this does end up happening this year!

Final Thoughts

If you read through the entirety of this post, THANK YOU! Future posts will hopefully be more concise (I spent WAY too long writing this) but I am making no promises. I hope that I finish all of the goals that I set out this week! Now I gotta finish the assignment that’s due tonight that I definitely did not put off doing to write this post, haha.

If you like what you see, make sure to reblog this post and follow me! I would also appreciate it if you follow me on my other social media, especially on Twitch and YouTube! I will be streaming on Twitch tomorrow at 2 PM EST! I hope your stay was bright and your journey is filled with light!

#vtuber #black vtuber #en vtuber #indie vtuber #stella hikaru #the starry path hotel #starry eyed vtuber hotelier #am i doing tags right?

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Sorry to hear you've had a rough day. Sending you good vibes and virtual hugs 🖤🖤🖤

thank you for this, darling, I super appreciate you thinking of me 🥰

some of it was honestly funny in hindsight? like, the two campus buses I have to take to get to work somehow stretched my commute into an hour each way

…I live ten minutes from my office 🙃

then I sent this job listing I really liked to the director of our professionalization committee for this year, which I knew wasn’t my exact specialization but I have other circumstances that made me think it would work, only for the director to explain I would be a super duper long shot (if I was considered at all) bc they’re actually looking for an MFA student but they didn’t outright say it in the listing

did I mention I switched to applying for my phd five years ago even though I originally wanted an mfa, I somehow thought a phd would be more practical

so then I went looking through all the job app websites I’m signed up for, and while I found a lot of openings for other specializations (ukrainian lit, italian lit, pre-1000 bce), I found maybe one or two for what’s considered the most general application of what I do

and they were both for military academies :’D which I really, uh, don’t want to work at

so then I was like “okay, boot and rally, it’s gonna be fine, let’s just finally get the committee together” and sent out an email being like “hey guys we still haven’t decided on a date to meet and it’s like month 2 of the semester, how about [x day]” bc I’m feeling really unsteady about my dissertation and I’m under a lot of pressure from my dad to finish as soon as possible, so I’ve been trying to get ahold of them for weeks now it feels like

only for my new chair to immediately be like “nope sry”

so then I got home (an hour later) (I still only live ten minutes away) and realized that I think my best friend since I was little forgot to send me a birthday present when she usually always remembers

which she’s not obligated to do obviously, we’re both adults and she’s had some stuff going on, but between that and the fact that the two friends whom I supported through their dissertation/defense periods have just, like, left - one is on the other side of the world, one might as well be - I just got feeling very lonely :’D as much as I love all my friends in my phone, it’s just kind of hard sometimes in meatspace. no one else in my family has been to graduate school before (hell, I’m the second person in my immediate family to graduate from college and the first to not fail out temporarily in the process) and sometimes I feel weird talking to my non-grad irl friends bc they treat me like I’m still in college/don’t have a real job yet (they don’t mean to, it’s just how people think of grad school in the states), so. yeah.

…and then the scary possession movie I rented to feel better turned out to be a conservative religious propaganda movie in disguise, which was just the cherry on top

(that’s the last time I rent a movie without checking imdb first)

but then the next day was better: my committee chair swung by my desk himself (we work across the hall from one another) and hung out and talked me through some of my biggest worries for a bit (and even said he liked my chapter, which was amazing bc I was afraid it was hot garbage), and my boss was really nice and gave me some cake balls from the local bakery for a belated birthday present (I can’t eat them due to food allergies but the thought counts!!), and I actually drove myself to work instead of taking one of the buses, which shouldn’t be a big deal but is for me bc I hate driving anywhere after a bad accident I had a few years ago :’D then my committee members emailed me like “hey how about next week!!” and I was like “oh phew okay” and found out one of them hasn’t been avoiding me, he’s just on teaching leave for the semester lmao (he’d sent me comments first and I hadn’t seen him since, so I was like “omg was it that bad” even though his comments were fairly chill) so I guess my lesson for the week is that I just need to be patient and let things work out

…then this morning I woke up with a migraine :’D but it’s not the worst one I’ve had so far, so. it evens out I guess!!

anyway, sorry to hurgle all this at you after your super nice ask, it’s just been A Lot. if you read this far, you’re a saint and I love you 😂🖤

cheers to the rest of this week looking better!! hopefully!!! knock on wood!!!

#nice people!!#sarah! 🖤#and then rarae says #feat. my fcs for illustrative purposes

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It’s cold outside, so we bundle up, and Me-Me shows me a few of her favorite places in Newcrest.

Melisa: This is Founder’s Park. My parents used to bring us here a lot. It’s where my mom chose my dad during the costumed dating challenge.** It’s also where they had their first solo date during the challenge.

Kai: Oh really? That’s pretty cool.

Me-Me leads me to the large fountain in the middle of the park.

Melisa: Jay and Lia used to play in this fountain when our nanny Brock used to bring us here. They’d wait until he went to the restroom, then jump in.

Kai: Just Jay and Lia? Not you?

Melisa: I was too scared of getting in trouble. But they’d have these intense water fights - splashing each other until they were soaking wet from head to toe.

Kai: Did they ever get into trouble?

Melisa: No, Nanny Brock was too nice to really punish them. He’d just give them a look of disapproval - as he’d call it. I was the only one who never got the look.

Kai: The ultimate ‘good girl.’

Melisa: *chuckles* Yeah, I guess so. But when I went to college, I wanted desperately to change my ‘good girl’ image, so I went and got this nose piercing. Of course, it didn’t change much; I was still me - just with a nose ring.

Kai: I can relate. I was always the rule follower too. When I was in high school, my friends and I went to this out-of-town music festival** - I can’t believe I never told you this, but they didn’t want to stay there. So they decided to sneak off with fake IDs to a bar. I ended up staying at the festival all by myself. It was slightly humiliating.

Melisa: Aww, poor Kaby. *laughs* I would have done the same thing, though.

Me-Me’s laughter reaches her eyes, making them even prettier than they usually are. I’m enjoying every minute of this time alone with her. It reminds me of why I fell in love with her in the first place.

**Links will take you to my WordPress Website

(Full post available to read on my website)

#sims #sims 4 #TS4 gameplay #TS4 legacy #black simblr #henford-on-bagley #banks fam #bankgen3 #Banks Day 54.3

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waveymind · 1 year

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Tips from a (former) GIS Undergraduate Student to other GIS students

Reuploaded since reddit mods haven't got back to my message and reddit's spam filter is removing it no matter where i post it...

I have graduated from college (wooo!) and wanted to share advice that helped me out. I hope you find it useful!

Volunteer to boost your resume or if you lack GIS work experience

When I first started my GIS major, I wanted to get work experience alongside my classes. The thing was I began my degree when Covid started, so landing a GIS internship when most organizations were laying off people was not realistic.

I knew I needed something on my resume so I decided volunteering was the best way to go.

I googled ‘GIS volunteer opportunities’, saw a listing through United Nation’s volunteer portal, and got something pretty quickly. It was an online position that I did on my own time for 6 months. It was very fun! I highly recommend any Geography student do some type of GIS volunteer work before you graduate.

As of writing this post, I checked the website and it looks like the UN doesn’t have any positions listed but there is a website dedicated to GIS volunteer positions:

https://www.giscorps.org/become-a-volunteer/

Also, every job interview I had has always asked me about this volunteer role lol.

Speaking of jobs….

Make a GIS Portfolio

Start a portfolio NOW. Add anything you created from your courses to it! A GIS portfolio makes you stand out from the competition when applying to internships/jobs, and may even be required for some job applications.

This is a VERY detailed video about what it should include (Yes it’s an hour long but the information is worth it!! ).

youtube

Network

You have heard it a MILLION times but network!! Connect with your local GIS organization and try to attend a conference. If you can’t for whatever reason, search for online GIS organizations and see if you can join their online zoom meetings.

Learn to Code

I have run into Python, R, Javascript, and HTML/CSS during my undergraduate work and various internships/jobs. Be ahead of the curve and learn it on your own. I would HIGHLY recommend Python if you want to start with a language and don’t have a course at your university. Just start with a basic ‘intro to python’ video and then complete python gis tutorials.

Make a separate account for GIS stuff

Just to keep things organized and in one place, I recommend you make a separate email for GIS. For some of my courses I was required to sign up for GIS software/sites and I wanted to have access long after graduation so I made a separate account for it.

Example email: [email protected]

Take Advantage of (Online) Communities

Being in GIS forums/groupchats/servers/etc has helped me so much! From feedback with assignments to how to market myself when looking for a job, joining groups is beneficial.

I LOVEEE the GIS Discord server and highly recommend you join.

(Link to server https://disboard.org/server/769917190182404127 )

Keep Learning!

This is the most important thing I want you to leave with. GIS is constantly evolving and in order to be on top, you need to be up to date on new technology and software updates etc.

Personally, I would be learning new stuff during semester breaks and take advantage of the free courses Esri MOOC has.

#Youtube #gis #geography #studyblr #esri

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Fictober 27/31 -- “That’s not why we’re doing this.”

Back on my OC bullshit now that some obligations are done. Was gonna go with something super angsty, but Mr. Cheung has made it clear (and Lottie is well aware) that Senator Stern and his cronies just want mutants dead. It feels like beating a dead horse to insist upon it. Anyway Lottie is so stupid (affectionate) and the nosiest people on the team (Steve, Natasha, Tony) are also so stupid (affectionate). It’s long so look out for under the cut!

Tony frowned and crossed his arms. “This feels duplicitous.”

“When has that stopped you?” Steve asked before he could stop himself, and then hastily added, “That came out wrong. I mean normally you don’t think twice about how others feel about—oh my god.”

“Just stop talking,” Tony sighed, but he also sounded a little sympathetic, too. “So, just to get this straight, we’re hacking into some rando’s website to check out hidden art of Lottie because… he’s suspiciously still panting lions into landscapes?”

Steve scowled. “That’s not why we’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this to find out if Daniel Winston is in love with Lottie,” Natasha added helpfully.

“That’s not what I said,” Steve told her sharply, and then looked back at Tony, desperately willing him to believe him. “That’s not what I said.”

“Is it what you meant?” Tony asked. Then he scowled. “Wait, you talked to Natasha about this before me?!”

“He thought I could hack the website by myself, but I can’t,” Natasha answered with a shrug. She held up her tablet, showing off the website that Steve had found but wasn’t attached to Daniel Winston’s professional page or his name at all. “But there’s literally nothing here except pictures and ‘love and healing to Charlie W’ on it. I can’t even get data from the pictures themselves.”

Tony snatched the tablet from her, peering at the website, then looked back up at her, disgruntled. “So, we’re meddling to figure out if this Daniel Winston is in love with her for… what reason?”

“I just wanted to check if it was the same guy the entire time or if he’s being ripped off by someone else,” Steve answered.

Tony nodded, then turned his gaze on Natasha, raising an eyebrow. She blinked back at him slowly, then simply replied, “I’m nosy.”

“Well, at least you’re honest,” Tony said as Steve spluttered at her in offense. He turned, waving a hand up at the ceiling. “JARVIS, what can you tell me about this Daniel Winston guy?”

“Just a moment, Sir.” There was a long pause as several screens popped up, images and websites flashing too quickly for the human eye to make out. Finally, JARVIS said, “From what I can gather in a preliminary search, Daniel Joseph Winston lived just down the street from the Weber homestead. He has three older siblings, one of whom was in the same grade as Ms. Weber’s older sister, Laura. He also has two younger siblings. He was in the same grade as Ms. Weber and her twin sister, sometimes even in the same class. There are several pictures of he, Ms. Weber, and a variety of friends. He started painting in seventh grade and eventually won a scholarship to the California College of the Arts and has been painting ever since. He has had some commercial success, and has even painted two murals in their hometown.”

“Huh,” Tony said, staring at a mural of an orchard. “No lions in this one.”

Natasha pointed to the likeness of a person walking away from the viewer, a basket on their hip. “Cat.”

“Cat,” Tony agreed when he noticed the little whiskered face peeking out of the basket.

“We don’t know that it’s a stand-in for a lion,” Steve began.

“Quite the contrary, Captain Rogers,” JARVIS cut in. “Unless it was a commission with strict specifications, Mr. Winston has always found a way to put a cat in the painting.”

Steve stared up at one of JARVIS’s cameras, astounded. “Oh.”

“It appears to be a signature of his,” JARVIS added.

“Huh,” Tony said again, reaching out to the glowing screen to swipe to a different picture. Sure enough, there was another cat, peeking out from some bushes.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Natasha decided.

Both Tony and Steve swiveled to look at her, stunned. “How do you,” Steve began, then shook his head. He didn’t want to understand. He was bad at hints anyway. He shouldn’t be getting involved in someone else’s (equally non-existent) love life.

Tony crossed his arms. “Okay, and? What do we do with that information now?”

Natasha turned from looking at some other paintings, frowning. “Why would we do anything? Lottie either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, and Daniel apparently is fine with the status quo.” She crossed her arms as well and looked back at the paintings. “Like I said. I’m nosy.”

“Nosy enough to figure out if Lottie doesn’t know or doesn’t care?” Tony asked with just a hint of hope in his voice.

“Eh,” Natasha answered, waving one hand in a half-and-half manner.

Steve turned his gaze back to the pictures of paintings as well as they began to bicker about the level of Natasha’s nosiness (and, somehow, her willingness to stab someone in the neck?). Some of the cats in the paintings were obvious. Others were hidden inside of things, like leaves in a tree, or a shadow within shadows in an alley. Things that might get missed on first and even second glances. There was even a ‘find the Winston cat’ website where people could send in clues to find the harder-seen ones. Apparently, he’d taken it as a fun challenge and had done a painting that had ten separate cats in it. So far, he’d only confirmed nine found.

“She doesn’t know,” Steve finally decided, taking a step to the side to view the painting from a different angle.

Natasha and Tony paused in their bickering to look at him in surprise. “How do you know?” Tony finally asked when Natasha just raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Steve motioned at the picture. One cat was obvious, but the others were well-hidden—in the grooves of a trashcan, or the dirt on the ground, or the pattern of the bricks in the background. But one thing all of the cats had in common were a letter, hidden against their coloring much more deftly than they were hidden in plain sight. “The tenth cat. He’s spelled out ‘Charlie.’”

Natasha and Tony came over to look at what he was seeing. “That’s cute,” Tony finally decided. “Sad, but cute.”

“Has he had any other girlfriends?” Natasha asked, glancing up at one of JARVIS’s cameras.

“None that I can see,” JARVIS replied. “But plenty of friendships. He does not seem unhappy with his life, from what I can gather.”

“Weird,” Steve muttered, frowning.

Natasha turned to scowl at him. “That’s pretty rich, coming from the king of waiting too long.”

“I did not come here to be attacked,” Steve answered, fist coming up more on instinct than anything.

Natasha lifted her own fists, apparently just as ready to throw down.

Tony rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore them, mostly, it seemed. “Don’t engage in fisticuffs near my blowtorches.” He took a step closer to one of the screens, where a young man had his arm slung over what looked like a younger version of Lottie, surrounded by several people, baskets of raspberries at their feet. Everyone was looking at the camera, except for him—he was looking at Lottie. “…I’m gonna tell her,” he said after a long pause.

Natasha turned her scowl on him instead. “That’s not something you should insert yourself in.”

“I do not respect that opinion coming from you,” Tony replied, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at her severely.

Natasha scowled at him a little longer, then sighed with a small nod of agreement, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ kind of way.

“We still shouldn’t stick our noses in this,” Steve said, frowning. “If she doesn’t know, and he hasn’t told her, who are we to expose his feelings?”

“Ugh, the voice of reason,” Tony grumbled, huffing petulantly. “Fine, but I’m gonna be insufferable about this.”

“God,” Steve sighed, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry I even came down here.”

Natasha scoffed at him, loudly. “No you’re not. I’m a delight. Tony is too, most of the time.”

“I am,” Tony agreed, brightening up immediately at the praise.

Steve gaped at him, stunned, and wondered if this team would ever stop confusing him. He was sincerely beginning to doubt it.

#aurumacadicus writes #original character #marvel #fictober #lottie: too bad i'm too messed up for anyone to love 😔#daniel: she'll notice one day probably #narrator: she won't! :) she's stupid.

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prinzrupprecht · 4 months

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funny thing is, Manjiro is born in 1990 and I’m born in 2005(guess you could say he ‘groomed’ me going by some of these peoples logic 🤣) turned 18 recently and I’ve had loved him and many characters in the series, since starting it in 2021, yet somehow I’m a nonce for thinking they’re hot 😂 make it make sense. If you look at some official arts you’ll see the fan-service on them. Heck Yuzuha had her panties out in that one panel. The word pedophile doesn’t mean shit on this website or on Twitter because it’s been watered down by idiots. Cyber tip it, get the police involved or go to the station if you came across that type of material so that minor can be saved but they won’t cause even they know deep down it’s all bullshit and just want the attention and praise, going after someone who causes real harm is too much effort so the best they got is to go after people liking anime characters. So dumb, sorry for the long ask op, just annoyed 😒.

People listen, Megumi will not thank you, Bakugou will not thank you, Yuuta will not thank you, Manjiro will not thank you, Yuji will not thank you, Nagi will not thank you…why? Because they’re not real, you could draw them dead for all I care and they’d still be just fine, why? Cause they ain’t real! They can come back from whatever shit someone draws and/or writes about them, shit I might not like myself, human being such as myself can’t.

But you still want to save the fictional anime characters? Then use this link below ⬇️

To report an incident involving the possession, distribution, receipt, or production of child exploitation file a report on the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children (NCMEC)'s website at http://cybertipline.com, or call 1-800-843-5678.

again, my apologies for popping of on your blog again, but I just find this whole thing absurd and a waste of time. Also, why now? Why does everyone care about the anime character being sexualised now? I remember being told shit when I was back in high school and college, still am by the way, that ‘he’s not real’ ‘the anime boy won’t date you’ ‘that’s cringe go speak to real boy’s’ compared to nowadays🤔 I just don’t get it, now they’re real? And not to mention, Yuji and Megumi are born in 2002 and Yuta in 2001, they’re 3-4 years older than me and yet I’m a weirdo for them hot?! I’ll just say these boys ‘groomed’ me going by this silly logic and the police can arrest their fictional asses, it’s just so dumb 😂🤣

This is the most truest thing I’ve read all day. Beautiful, I’m in tears. I guess people will still find ways to connect reality with fiction constantly. When all it is, is just fantasies. I find 90% of the men in JJK hot asf, from Yuji all the way to Higuruma. I can’t help myself with the way Gege draws his male characters super hot. Had to limit replies, seems like all I’m getting is L takes on my argument. There’s a lot of smut with these characters, I couldn’t care less since they’re fictional. 😭💀

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petri808 · 1 year

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Twiyor AU

“Please?!” The women begs. “I heard you were some kind of Cupid; can’t you help me find a match?”

It’s another day and another coffee shop I’ve found myself in. I’d grown used to these requests, even though I’ve given up on love. Ever since the rumors spread during my college years of how my relationship recommendations equaled 100% success, it’s a never-ending routine of requests. I don’t know if it’s so perfect, and frankly don’t care anymore. Because you see, I have a gift… Take this woman sitting across the table. I can see that her hearts aura is a yellowish color which means if she falls for someone with a similar color, they’ll be a good match. Getting the gist of what I can do?

I sit back in my chair and take a sip from my coffee cup. “I don’t actually find you a match. You show me someone you’re interested in, and I’ll tell you if I think you’re a good match.”

“Oh…” the woman deflates in her chair. “I see… There isn’t anyone I’m interested in right now.”

“Then you can always contact me when you’re ready.” I throw on a professionally fake smile and stand up from the table. “Have a nice day ma’am.”

That was a waste of my time, but at least I got free coffee out of it. On my way back home, my friend texts me to see how the meeting had gone. Franky, the pest. This is all his fault, the A.K.A. rumor starter and only person who knows my secret. He even set up a website for people to find me… how thoughtful, so now my free time is taken up by this pseudo part-time job.

‘She didn’t read the description on the website,’ I text Franky back, ‘so it was a bust.’

I’m not a warm-hearted guy who’s doing this out of the kindness of my heart or care about other people’s happiness. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to see all the successful pairings when I’ve never had one in my twenty-eight years? All the thank you cards, photos, and wedding invitations from the successful pairings filled with syrupy sweetness. It’s enough to make my teeth hurt.

My phone pings, it’s Franky again. ‘Oh well she’ll be back.’

No doubt, I sigh and toss my apartment keys onto the counter before dropping onto the sofa. I’ve still got a couple more hours to kill so I close my eyes as the memories of failures run their course. Not to brag, but I know I’m a good-looking guy who’s been popular all through high school, college, even now as a salary man. Perfect blonde hair, striking blue eyes, fit build— you’d think finding a partner of my own would be easy, right? Not so. Not only can I see the hearts aura, which is akin to a person’s essence, but also their emotions in the moment like a halo glowing above their heads. Women always look at me with a superficial lust, judging me based on appearance and those ones disinterest me the most. The few times I’ve dated, it was those halos again revealing what they really thought about me. Some cheated or maybe didn’t really love me anymore, but the worst were lies. People can so easily lie, but their emotions never do with their background dark greens and browns giving it all away. Eventually, it gets tiring to even try and besides, it’s not like I know my own color to guide me. Maybe then I’d find a better match without having to play the guessing game…

It’s Friday night, and it’s Valentine’s Day, so why am I at the bar with Franky? Ugh, I’m such an idiot for letting him talk me into this. ‘We’re both bachelors,’ he’d pitched, ‘maybe we’ll get lucky.’ Well, lucks never been much of a friend and I’m more likely to end up with a stomachache.

For a Valentine’s Day the bar is comfortably full, a mixture of couples and hopefuls looking to change their status. As one could imagine, there are a lot of reds and pinks hovering over heads, then a scattered variety over the rest. I’d seen quite a few potential matches while walking in, but too bad for them that several of the couples aren’t among them.

“Loid, I just don’t get it man.” Franky squeezes and shakes my shoulder. “So, what if it might end? Sometimes gotta go through a few snags before landing the right fish. You shouldn’t rely on that gift of yours so much and just take a chance.”

Sitting at the counter with my back to it all is the best option. All the fish in this bar that Franky’s yapping about is not for me, and I’d rather not be reminded of it. Just shut up and let me drink!

I set my drink onto the bar top. “I’ve taken enough chances and I’m over it for now.”

“Tch,” Franky let’s go with a harumph. “Fine, then back to me.” He turns his body to scan the room. “Oh, hello! Beauty just walked in!”

“Maybe beauty will like a beast like you.” I snicker without looking.

“Pfft! Well, she’s looking this way… staring actually!” Franky slaps my chest in rapid succession with the back of his hand. “Take a look, is she a fit for me??”

I doubt it, I think to myself as I turn to look. It’s not that I don’t doubt she’s pretty cause Franky’s tastes only run to models but—

“Rainbow…” the words wisp from my lips before my brain can catch up to the scene. A raven-haired beauty staring in our direction so strongly it sends chills shooting down my spine. Who is this woman? It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone with a rainbow color! Most are just one, maybe two tops but not her, she’s literally sparkling like a character in a comic.

“Rainbow?” I hear Franky parrot but I’m too mesmerized to care or remember he is next to me. He’s asking more questions… jabbing my side, but all I can is do is watch— frozen to my seat as she moves towards us from the front door. My breathing slows as she gets within a meter’s length.

Her eyes flash as a beaming smile takes over, sending my heart into a tizzy and breathing to a halt.

“Wow!” She grabs my hand forcefully without hesitation, as if willed by an invisible force. “I’ve never seen a rainbow aura before on anyone else. You’re just like me!”

Huh? What? Come again?! My head tips slightly in confusion. “I’m sorry? Did you say I have the rainbow aura? Ma’am, you have the rainbow aura.”

“No, you do.” She smiles brighter. “We both do.”

“Y-You can see… my color?”

“Yeah,” her eyes sparkle again.

Sparkling like ruby gemstones glinting off the bars backlit liquor display. Her gaze is a sirens lullaby slowing time itself— I can’t look away… just taking in the vision of long dark hair against creamy light skin on slim yet toned features. The yellowish orange excitement surrounding her head is slowing melting into a reddish orange. I feel the heat rising on my cheeks the longer I stare, my own color no doubt changing to red as well if the surprised look on her face is any indication. Shit! This is the first time this ability has made me feel so self-conscience!

“Tch,” I hear Franky’s annoyed tone, “I’ll catch ya later Loid.”

“Yeah…” I respond back without breaking eye contact with the woman. I’d forgotten he was even there.

“I’m sorry for interrupting sir.” The woman directs her words towards Franky who merely nods and walks away before turning back to me. “Um… mister Loid?”

Her voice snaps me out of the void. “Oh, yes. Sorry how rude of me,” I quickly gesture to Franky’s now vacant bar stool. “Please, if you’ll join me.”

Considering the enthusiastic lack of hesitation earlier, now it’s so cute how this beauty’s turned shy. I do my best to focus on her and not look at the colors dancing around her because Franky did have a point about not relying on auras. Though from the rosy hue of her cheeks, coyly down-casted eyes and upturned lips, to the fidgeting fingers in her lap it’s obvious which emotions are plaguing her.

I take her trembling hand and kiss it’s back. “I’m Loid Forger,” I flash a smile, “and you are?”

She pulls her hand back only to tuck some loose tendrils behind her ear in a nervous gesture. “M-My name is Yor Briar. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion, I was just so happy to see someone else like me I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s okay,” I smile sweetly. “I’m happy too, but I don’t want to ruin your plans either, are you meeting someone here?”

“Ah!” She suddenly straightens out as if remembering suddenly, turns and scans the room as she continues talking. “Yes, my co-worker… but I don’t… see her yet.” Yor let’s out an exhale of relief. “She’ll be surprised to see me sitting with a man.”

“Oh?”

Yor blushes again with her shoulders slumping in embarrassment. “I—I’ve always been too shy to deal with men.”

I chuckle lightly, “but I bet with your looks there’s been many suitors.”

So adorable! I laugh internally at how cute she is, because if Yor blushes anymore fiercely her hair might catch fire. She turns her gaze fully to the floor unable to meet my eyes.

“I could say the same for you.” Yor responds in a soft voice. “Besides, I’d never met my hearts match before.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. So, she knows how the colors work, I shouldn’t be surprised considering it didn’t take me long to figure it out either. In middle school when classmates started dating, I began noticing a pattern between the couples that lasted and the couples that didn’t. I don’t think those relationships were as stable though because even those with the same color would sometimes break up, so it wasn’t until college that I fully understood. Anyway, there is one difference between us.

I sigh light-heartedly, “neither had I,” before perking up again, “but at least you can see your own aura, because I can’t that made it more difficult to know who would be a match.”

“Oh, really?” Yor perks up as well and meets my gaze. “I suppose that’s true.”

After ordering new drinks, our conversation continues for several more minutes before Yor’s friend finally shows up. Based on the interweaved green and red pulsing around her, the female coworker whose name is Millie is jealous that Yor caught my attention. So, they’ve come tonight as part of the hopeful crowd. Sorry Millie, but my hearts already taken.

“So, exactly what is it you do Mr. Forger?” Millie questions with a grilling tone to her voice.

Is she asking for her friend’s sake or for her own. Not that it matters to me. I throw on my fake professional smile for the woman. “I’ve always been great at understanding people, so I became a psychiatrist. It’s my own practice but I do work for the hospital as well as provide pro bono services for the local orphanage.”

“Wow,” Millie keeps her outward expressions emotionless trying to hide her annoyance. “You’re such a great guy to help those orphans. Yor’s lucky to have met you.”

Oh, the flickering jealousy is so amusing. Millie’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets in surprise. A philanthropist doctor?! She’s practically seething over it, so why not go in for a kill shot? Shut this woman up and impress Yor at the same time, it’s two birds with one stone. “I do it because I enjoy it. Those kids have gone through a traumatic experience, so I couldn’t help but be moved— enough so, that I ended up adopting a bright little girl named Anya who really captured my heart.”

My chest puffs out unconsciously when I see Yor’s face brighten like a blooming rose and Millie’s faux smile falters. I already know we’re a good match, but I want Yor to want me for more than just some supernatural power. Plus, the story isn’t a complete lie. Originally, I adopted Anya for a tax write off— yes, I know that’s despicable, but it didn’t take long for the precocious child to win over my heart.

Millie recovers quickly and redirects toward her friend. “Are you willing to be a stepmom Yor?” She asks no doubt hoping her friend will be taken aback at a sudden change like motherhood.

“Yes!” Yor replies quicker than I’d expected and with much enthusiasm. She’s practically on the edge of her seat, eyes sparkling at such an idea. “I don’t mind at all. After my parents died, I had to take care of my younger brother, so I have a lot of experience already though…” Yor shrinks back a little. “I’m not a very good cook.”

Oh, this is perfect! My smile brightens. “I’m sure you’d make an amazing mother Yor.” But, perhaps it’s time to let things marinate a little as well. “Well lady’s,” I stand up from my seat. “It’s been fun, but I must get up early to pick my daughter up from her sleepover tomorrow, so it’s time for me to leave. You both have fun.” I then take Yor’s hand again and place a chaste kiss to the back of the knuckles. “Though you, not too muchfun,” I tease, “may I contact you tomorrow?”

Yor’s rainbow aura shimmers along with the flash of an embarrassed and beaming smile. “Y-Yes! Of course, I look forward to it.”

Me too, Ms. Briar… me too…

Did my aura just shimmer too as if calling out to its match? I can’t see my own aura but somehow it sure feels that way. I squeeze her hand with a final kiss to her cheek. “Then till tomorrow.”

The moment I’ve turned my back to them, I can’t help but smile to myself. Such a totally unexpected event! I’ll thank Franky later. Tis a Happy Valentine’s Day after all…

#twiyorvalentine #twiyor #valentines day #twiyor fanfic #spy x family #loid forger #yor briar #no beta we die like men #I don’t have time to edit

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