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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Sarafina

Gender: Female

Age: ???

Rank: Avatar of Friendship

Pet/Familiar: Seashell the bunny

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Love interest: LuciferBoyfriend/Husband), Simeon(Formerly)

Daughter(s): Lilith, Peony, Angel, Mizuki, Marianna, Judy, Juana, Ksenia's, Lucille

Son(s): Sage, Akio, Jay, Scamp, Diego, Junior, Jacob

Adopted daughter: Amanda

Adopted son: Luke, Andrew

Family:

Mother: ???

Father: Laurent

"Older Brother": Michael

Older sister: Parisa

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Personality: Sarafina has a motherly personality, she loves to take care of Lucifer and the brothers, always scolding them or getting them to stop doing stupid stuff. She is a sweetheart and rarely gets angry with any of the brothers or the exchange students. Asmo stated because of her personality she’s the only person capable of stopping Lucifer and his punishments, but will let certain ones slide when she agrees with them. Since she acts so motherly, she always offers to help the brothers or the exchange students with homework, even going as far as to protect them from Lucifer. Due to her being the avatar of friendship she can only get mad for a minute then she goes back to being a sweetheart.

When she truly gets mad she becomes a formidable foe, that demons do not wish to mess with. She only truly gets mad whenever Lucifer and his brothers are threatened even though they're such high ranked demons. She tends to loose control of her emotions when truly angered.

Appearance: Sarafina is about up to Lucifer’s shoulder, which he sometimes teases her about it. She has dark green hair that fades down into a pinkish purple, but her nails are the same pinkish purple her hair is. Usually outside of RAD, she wears a plain white shirt with a hoodie over the top, with a red skirt that have short white leggings underneath and black leather heel boots. Her hair is always braided at the end.

Her demon form consists of large pinkish bird like wings with white outlines, along with a long feathery tail, which is stated by many to look like a bird of paradise with how it was, it also kinda makes her a little flustered cause her tail is sensitive when touched.

Her human world look is not that different from her attire back in devildom, but she is seen wearing a pretty crystal blue dress. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail instead of a braid, which Lucifer did himself, saying she should try new styles instead having the same old one. There is a necklace with a Diamond heart at the end around her neck, that says to thump against Sarafinas chest whenever she walks or moves.

Abilities:

Witch: Sarafinas familiar, Seashell, can turn into a fancy white hat Sunhat with bunny ears on top, this allows her access to several witch abilities, but she mainly uses it to take people to a field of beautiful flowers to lower their stress, this works well with Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos when they’re tired from being busy

Demon form: Like all demons Sarafina has a demon forms but her demon form is more like a bird of paradise, so many don’t see it as intimidating when she first transform, but they know the meaning of fear when she ends up attacking them cause Mother Mode kicked in

Mother Mode: Sarafina can access this side of her when one of her “children” or children, are in danger and/or are being picked on. This side tends to power her speed and strength, making her normally weak punches stronger then they were before

Freeze Screech: A banshee like scream is Sarafinas way of using her ability. She is able to freeze up to twelve people with this screech, choosing who she wants frozen and who she doesn’t. This was first shown, when Sarafina screeched upon finding out Belphie was locked away, and froze all the boys except for Elu, Nessie, Nadia, Belphie and Beelzebub.

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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 1 year

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Zheka's recent interview:

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Summary of the Ze parts

Friendship and Work:

Zheka considers Ze as his best friend

Ze congratulated Zheka on his birthday: he called Zheka in the afternoon and they talked; Zheka hasn't gotten his birthday present yet

about gift making in the past years: Ze gifted him things like a mixer or a phone; when it comes to gifting Olena and Ksenia usually would call each other and talk about what their husbands want (Zheka is joking that Ksenia sometimes says her wishes and not his)

about how Ze changed him in 17 years of friendship: Ze made him human (Zheka only specifies this a bit: if you want to be treated as a human you should act like one and show that you're a human; help other people); Ze taught him to read people; Ze taught him something about endless generosity (no details)

Zheka doesn't know if he influenced / changed Ze in these 17 years

Ze hates it when people betray him / he hates betrayal and traitors - Ze always took that very personal and serious when it happened back in showbusiness days (and during his presidency)

Zheka would never tell him (dictate him) what to do - they had their own opinions and propositions and when it came to the job; they would sit down and talk about it and discuss stuff (Zheka mentions that Ze believes in dialogue and that you can find solutions / truth in dialogue and issues / stuff should be resolved in a dialogue / conversation; if you don't talk with each other there is no point in general; monologue is not helping anyone)

Zheka and Ze talked not only about their work but also about a lot of other things / personal stuff / life; they spent time together during work, during tours, hanging out with each other back at home

Ze is not superstitious

Ze celebrated his 40th birthday but Zheka can't remember how / where

War and Ze as a person:

Zheka is able to see Ze from time to time - not very often because Ze's schedule is full (and Zheka understands this) but they had secret meetings (Zheka tries to schedule it more often but it's not easy / possible) - Zheka hopes their meetings are distracting / he is able to take Ze's mind off things

Zheka has a car full of gifts from the front soldiers (from the Kvartal visits) for Ze but wasn' able to give him the gifts yet

Zheka thinks that Ze aged during the war a bit (Ze takes it easy / jokes about it): you can see it in the pictures - Zheka uses the Spiegel cover as an example (when he say the cover he was really worried about Ze because Ze doesn't look like himself and Zheka immediately texted him if he was okay because of how Ze looked on the cover - Ze replied that it's just lightning)

Zheka mentiones that Ze sometimes lies to him about sleeping (Ze says he sleeps but Zheka can see that he's lying)

Zheka about what changed: Ze smiles less / the smile is gone from Ze's face - but Ze hasn't lost his humour (Zheka recalls that sometimes he and Ze write and Ze replies with a humorous answer to something and Zheka thinks "Okay, you're okay / alright / in shape / ...") - Zheka mentions that this makes him sad because he has to think about the person he smiled and laughed with for 17 years

Zheka about what changed: Ze is stronger - he became like iron / steel

Zheka thinks that Ze is an "adult leader" (now) when he hears / sees him in interviews or sees him meeting world leaders

Zheka thinks the changes are permanent and there is no return - Zheka doubts that Ukrainians would Ze let go just like that and Zheka thinks it will be hard for Ze to return to his previous job after everything

if Zheka could tell pre-war-Ze about what would happen in 2022/23 - Would he tell Ze? Stop him?: Zheka sees no point in it because it's impossible to change Ze's mind when he has decided on something / has set is his mind on something - you can't dissuade him from it; Zheka also says that if Ze would have known what would come - Ze wouldn't run away (Zheka says Ze can be a stubborn person, even though he would call it purposefulness / determination - you can't influence Ze ... with one exception: Olena - she is like the "joker" / the only person who can influence him or could potentially change his mind)

Zheka jokes about the breakfast meme and Olena's look and everyone send it to him and people asked him if he called / texted Ze to check on him and if he got in trouble with Olena / was okay or not (Zheka doesn't know but people just kept going to send it to him and ask him)

Presidency and Presidential Office / people around Ze:

Zheka things that there are people around Ze who shouldn't be around him because they are not (trust)worthy

Zheka doesn't like many of the people around Ze: he's not saying names but the people in question are very well aware about it because he doesn't hide it - they know because Zheka also voices his opinions about them in public

Zheka doesn't always tell Ze about these people / emphasizes it because he doesn't want to burden Ze (Ze already has a lot on his mind and much stuff to do)

Zheka's issue (one issue?) with them is that they think they are different / better because they are born rich / in a privileged life and that's how they behave the whole time / they are very money-centered (Zheka doesn't like this kind of thinking and lifestyle) - they life different lifes with different behaviour and thinking / morale / principles; some have no principles in life

Zheka thinks that Ze is living in a "terrarium" since 2019 (he doesn't specify what that means); since 2019 everyone understand that this is it how it would be

Zheka thinks Ze isn't a lonely person: he has friends; he has people at his side / who stay at his side until the very end, sit with him / travel with him

since being elected Ze got betrayed several times and betrayals still happen - if that happens Zheka's (own) reaction is "I told you so"; to Ze he says in these moments that the betrayer is a "brute" / bad person; unfortunatly it takes months and years for the betrayal to be discovered but it will come to the surface at some point; Zheka tried to warn Ze in advance in some moments (Zheka turned out to be right, but he doesn't say this to Ze because there is no point in rubbing it under Ze's nose; also because you can't undo it)

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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heyyy i read ur winterwidow ficlet loved it

re the bucky braiding nats hair ok so imagine bucky braiding their daughters hair like that (!!!)

i demand a short fic (if u want to, no pressure)

🍋

| natasha x bucky |

warnings: none

a/n: AAAAAAAA

It's a little odd, waking up with the bed empty. Bucky rolls onto his side and stares at Natasha's pillow, fluffed and smooth, no sign of her left. She's only been gone for a few hours.

No, there are signs. There are signs and he will look for them, so he won't forget like he sometimes does. So he won't go spiralling. Her robe on the back of the door. Her jewellery scattered across the dresser. Her clothes trailing out of her drawers.

It's five in the morning. He gets up, he showers, he runs a mile alone and he goes through the motions except this time she's not here.

He's makes breakfast and tries not to think about it. It's stupid. He's pining like a puppy.

Bucky flips a piece of bacon and takes a deep breath. It's just that they always go together: they always fight side by side, like extensions of the other. Natasha always falls asleep on his shoulder on the way back. Without fail - and she does it on purpose, just another outright sign that she trusts him more than any one else in the whole world.

He just misses her.

"When's Mom coming back?"

Bucky, startled, drops the spatula he's holding and bites back a curse as it hits his foot, hot with oil. He picks it up and turns. Points it.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, kid."

Ksenia shrugs and yanks herself up onto a chair, one small hand steadying herself on the table. "I'm hungry. When's Mom coming back?"

"I'm making bacon," Bucky says. "I don't know. Tuesday?"

"But that's so long."

"Quality time with Dad," Bucky says, grinning at her. Ksenia makes an effort to roll her eyes, and almost ends up falling off her chair. He tips two pieces of bacon onto her plate and washes his hands off. "Love you," he says.

"Lumph um urhh," Ksenia replies, through a large mouthful.

Bucky tugs on a lock of her tangled hair. "Where's your hairbrush?"

"Umphmair," says Ksenia.

"Slow down, you'll choke," Bucky says, in what he hopes is an admonishing tone. Ksenia stuffs her food in faster. He never can bring himself to tell her off.

He stumps upstairs to fetch her hairbrush and when he gets back down, she's chugging milk like a champion. "Damn," he says, on instinct, in surprise, and she wipes her mouth and grins at him.

"Don't swear," she says, in a mockery of his voice.

"Turn around and let me do your hair," Bucky says, holding back his smile. "Have a bit of respect." Ksenia slumps down into her chair. When Bucky begins to sift through her hair with his fingers, she sinks lower, giggling. "Ksenia," Bucky says. He tugs on her hair gently and finally, she sits up, with a sigh thrown over her shoulder.

When he begins to braid, she calms completely. She sits still, gaze fixed on the window and the sunlight coating the counter, all alert and straight-spined. She reminds him painfully of Natasha sometimes.

Her hair is so soft. Over, under, over, under. He makes sure not to tug, and he ties the end with a butterfly clip. When he steps back, Ksenia swings her head back and forth, testing the braid, squirming in her seat.

“Good enough?” Bucky asks.

“Da,” Ksenia replies, and she hops off her chair and scampers through the door and up the stairs. Bucky watches her go, a dopey little smile on his face.

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enchantress-of-words · 1 year

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FFF183 - Late Night Train

@flashfictionfridayofficial

(Cossack's Bane, University AU - nevermind i haven't even started the normal WIP yet, lol. This is Ksenia's and Marichka's first meeting.)

Ksenia stuffs her hands into the coat's pockets. She's making her way through the wagon. Her lower face is hidden behind the thick woolen scarf, knitted by her mother; it hides a part of her scar, making people less intent on staring at her. She still keeps her eyes on the floor.

Right. She needs to find her seat.

The weather outside is... snowy. It's probably first snow this winter Ksenia intends to fully enjoy, stepping right into the few weeks of winter holidays; she exhales, remembering a few smaller gifts she picked for her siblings, and bites her lips in annayance, remembering she still has to find some for her parents.

Ksenia shakes her head. Her sit is almost there.

She casts a quick glance on the person sitting across her. It's a girl, twenty years at most; she hasn't noticed Ksenia yet. She's staring through the window, fingers tapping the glass obnoxiously.

Ksenia realizes she still hasn't taken her sit yet, and places her bags down. The girl's eyes jolt up, inevitably fixing on Ksenia's face. She resist an urge to roll her eyes.

Ignoring the girl, she takes her phone and starts scrolling.

There are a few messages from the family group. Petro sent a photo of his cat, and a video of his son chasing said cat immediately after. Ksenia remembers Petro with his wife and son will come over for holidays too. Dammit. She adds three more gifts to the list.

(Does she have to find a gift for Petro, though? He's older than her. He's got life, job, and family figured out already. He's the one who has to shower Ksenia in gifts, really.)

She textes a quick "boarded already" in response to her father's message, and takes a photo of sight from the window. It's starting to get dark already, snowflakes dancing in the streetlamps' light.

The train slowly takes off.

There really isn't much else to check. Fesko sent her at least ten messages with screenshots from class' groupchat, each followed by a meme or sarcastic comment that would surely get him harassed by their peers should they ever get leaked.

Ksenia think that's really why they clicked so good. Ksenia never cares about those comments enough to get them leaked, and Fesko would definitely help her hide a body. Fesko's just cool like that.

The girl's still tapping on the window. Her other hand is brought to her lips, eyes staring at the table between them, eyebrows raised; she's either thinking of the tons of unfinished assignments or the fact that someone probably stole her chicken soup from the fridge. You never know.

Ksenia puts her phone back in the pocket and turns her face to the window. They are leaving the city; the buildings become gradually smaller. The snowflakes race behind the train, struggling to keep up.

The girl is the first to break the silence. Unfortunately.

"So, where are you headed to?"

And it's such a banal question, too. Ksenia cuddles into her coat.

"Kovel'", she says. The girl perks up. "You?"

"Liubomyl'", she says, a grin on her face. "I always wanted to move to Kovel', though. Heard it has more opportunities."

Ksenia shrugs. "Bigger cities tend to. Are you... visiting for holidays?"

"That's a one way to put it," the girl laughs. She has two thick long black braids. "Mom's gotten sick, so I'm not sure how much of a holiday it'll be."

Ksenia hums. She's not sure how to show that she's not interested in conversation.

"My name's Mariia, by the way," the girl says, extending her hand through the table. Ksenia unwillingly shakes it. "Most people call me Marichka, though. It suits me best."

"I'm Ksenia."

"Nice to meet you. So- you're a student, too?"

Ksenia tilts her head to the side. There's no escaping small talk, is it?

"Yeah. Third year, economy."

"Oh! I'm second year. History."

"Oh," Ksenia raises her eyebrows. "That's cool."

Marichka smiles. "I know. Hard, but cool."

They fall into silence, occasionally interrupted by few words here and there. Marichka has younger brother and sister, Ksenia learns. Her brother won't be coming home: he'll spend his holidays in Kyiv. It's his first time alone, and Marichka is dead worried about him.

She learns Marichka has picked a fight with half of her campus, at least. That's something Ksenia can relate to.

The train is quiet. Ksenia shows Marichka a photo of her brother's cat. It seems polite.

Marichka laughs a lot, almost always at her own jokes. Her eyes almost always skitter back to Ksenia, flashing with something like fear. Marichka tells her about her younger sister, Melanka. How she likes pretty dolls and horses.

She doesn't talk about her parents, for some reason, and Ksenia doesn't pry. She tells her about Fesko instead. She has a feeling Marichka and Fesko would come along smoothly.

Marichka knows a lot about history and traditions. She perks up talking about them. Her favourite period is the 20th century: she knows hella lot about revolutions, different organizations, cultural activists.

She loves cossacks. Ksenia resonates with that. Cossacks are interesting.

(Marichka doesn't ask about her scar. Ksenia is puzzled, but really doesn't mind.)

The train is quiet. Wheels calmly rattle on the rails. The snow is falling outside the window.

Kovel' is closer and closer.

Marichka falls asleep.

Ksenia's stop is much earlier than hers. She sighs and leaves her number on a piece of paper.

The streets are quiet. The snow glimmers in the light of streetlights.

Ksenia smiles and heads to the bus stop.

#writeblr #flash fiction friday #original writing #wip: cossack's bane #oc: marichka sokil #oc: ksenia mnets

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valentinetoussaint · 1 year

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OC chatter blog where I make little posts about my characters and reblog stuff that makes me think of them. This blog is entirely for me and I doubt anyone will follow this blog. But if you’re a rando who’s wondering why I’m reblogging your post and tagging it with random names: Hello! Welcome!

Tags and more under the cut for anyone interested!

Organizational Tags: Reblog, Original (For original art/images) , Text (My textposts)

Most Common OCs: W, Naxthurin, Ksenia, Sulien, Sok, Aavmir, Zeke, Nelson, Filraen, Velkyn, Westley

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royallymagpied · 1 year

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Ph Ksenia Blinova

Md Vlad Edelman

Mua Daria Shilova

Style Julia Orlova

Set Anastasiia Antonova

Oh my, it`s been a year!

Last year I signed up as an assistant for a complete stranger. I ended up actually making props instead of just blinding everyone with my beauty and grace. Making black fabric hands to serve as a jewelry display and a set element was a bit of a nightmare. I`d never worked with some really stretchy fabric prior to that and concealing a wire carcas was a pain in my ass. I had a ton of fun at the photoshoot and everyone was a darling so I found myself making stuff just a couple on months later having found a new interest in life.

#photography #fashion #fashionshoot #fashionphotography #props #set #setdesign #photo #model #fashionmodel #puppet #ghost

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territelecom · 2 years

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Workflowy colors

Workflowy colors code#

This is a byproduct of the explosive advancements of digital cameras, displays, and workflows we’ve seen in the last 10-15 years. Please sign up for the newsletter if you want to go deep on colors in Workflowy, and other design work.It seems like the term color space is thrown around more than ever these days, but still many of us (even seasoned post professionals) are a bit fuzzy on what it specifically refers to, and the role it plays in the acquisition and manipulation of video.īut why has “color space” become so prevalent on set and in our post pipelines, and why is the knowledge gap among professionals so wide? We'll be sharing the Figma docs we use for others to play with and build upon, and we’ll be open to gathering and sharing ideas from our users. And while we're on the topic, I'm also excited about letting tags control the structure and behavior of their nodes.Īnyway, I'm hoping to share much more as we work on this, give early access to prototypes, and ideally gather a lot of ideas from the community. Then, we’ll consider more advanced stuff, like letting tags control the overall styling of the node where it lives. We'll probably start with simple stuff, like letting you choose the color and style of a tag itself. Using tags to change colors and styling: Tags are one of the main ways people add new dimensions of meaning to their Workflowy documents. To accomplish this, we will also have to make the app easier to style with CSS. Making these customizations shareable in a theme marketplace will then open up a whole world of customizations to our non-coding users. This will let people customize the look and feel of Workflowy to their heart's content. We've been chatting about good places to start, and we're considering prototyping two things first:Īllowing custom CSS in Workflowy, then making that shareable. I'm just trying to give you a sense of how I'm thinking about things. There are many more examples, and I am by no means saying we'll be able to do all of these things right now. This sort of fine grained layout control is one of the things people love about Notion.

Workflowy colors code#

Typography - like changing fonts, adding inline headings, code blocks, etc - can both make your content easier to scan and give it a particular feeing.Įven the ability to control layout can let you "decorate" your space. So, yes, Ksenia, we'll be letting you add emojis to tags 🎉🥳īackground images on nodes let you create a feeling and explicit meaning for a "space" They let you decorate and add visual meaning at the same time. They have color, but they are more than that. If you think about the above needs - quick visual scanning and interior decorating - adding color is one of many ways to meet them, and I think considering all of them is worthwhile. They want to do the equivalent of interior decorating, making it just feel a certain way, look pretty, or slick, etc. Second, people want their Workflowy to feel like home. They want to add a layer of visual meaning that will let them, for example, see things assigned to them, see urgent things, see the categories of things without reading the content. The two examples above demonstrate the two main reasons I've seen people want colors in Workflowy.įirst, they want to easily pull data out of Workflowy while scanning the page.

#Workflowy colors

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startreatment · 2 years

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For a master of deception and subterfuge You've made yourself quite the bed to lie in.

#arctic monkeys #amedit #alex turner #tuserdana #userjasmine #ksenia makes stuff #lost all my steam halfway through so this very simple but whatever! my contribution <3

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zenruption · 2 years

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6 Overlooked Things You Need To Remember For Your Next Big Build

When it comes to your home, you likely have a couple of major projects planned. Whether adding an ensuite or fixing up the backyard, building your next home can be exciting. But it can also be expensive and time-consuming. Even if your plans don’t quite involve tearing the house down and starting from scratch, there’s still a lot of prep work that needs to be done before construction starts.

Fortunately, there are plenty of ways to get through some of the tedious details so you can get on with more enjoyable aspects of home renovation. It just means thinking outside the box and remembering a few forgotten things that may surprise even the most seasoned renovations aficionados.

Image by Ksenia Chernaya via Pexels

1. Plan A Little, Plan Often

Planning can be good, but it’s not always necessary. If you’re only planning for the big stuff, you’re going to end up with a lot of both the good and the bad. Planning for smaller, minor issues can help save both time and money. You might be surprised at how often an unexpected issue can delay work. A small leak on a pipe, a loose-fitting window that needs to be replaced, or burst water main can all cause significant delays. Even something small like a broken faucet or a toilet that won’t flush can take a day or two out of your schedule when you don’t expect it. Planning a little can help avoid these issues.

2. Sketch It Out

You’ve got an excellent idea for the renovation. Now, it’s time to get down to some serious paper-based sketching. This isn’t just for architects and engineers; a well-done floor plan is essential for any home renovation. The plan will let you know where things go, and it will show you where things are. And helps both contractors and you to see if there are any spaces or issues that could delay the renovation.

3. Have Insurance

Nowadays, it’s easy to take things for granted — from your health to your home. It’s essential to have proper insurance for your home and family. Even if you think you’re covered, anything could happen. And you need to be prepared for that. Don’t assume that something as simple as replacing a broken faucet or repairing a loose piece of trim is covered. Take the time to ensure you have the proper construction insurance coverage.

4. Get Rid Of Unnecessary Stuff

When you’re getting ready to renovate, you want to keep an eye out for items you might not need. Start with your furniture. You’ll likely want to move all your furniture out of the room to make way for construction. Once you move your furniture, it’s time to decide what you’re keeping. Furniture is great for adding character to a room. But, when it comes down to it, it’s just stuff. You don’t need every piece of furniture that you have. A good way to start is with the items you use the most. Take the time to pare down.

5. Have An Estimate Ready Before You Start

This is one that you’ll likely hear from contractors. But it’s something that applies to any renovation project. Most renovation projects take longer than expected. And when this happens, you might be stuck waiting for the contractor to finish the work. Working out an estimate before you start can help you get through this. You can estimate the time it will take to do a job and factor in any unexpected delays.

6. Keep In Touch With Your Contractor

There’s a good chance that you’ll be hiring a contractor to help you build your dream home. And there’s a good chance that the contractor you hire might be someone you’ve never worked with. So it’s essential to ensure you stay in touch throughout the project. You should be asking questions. There’s no need to let a situation get out of hand. So ensure you give your contractor a way to contact you. This can be as simple as putting your contact information in the contractor’s phone. You can also use a service like Slack or Google Hangouts when you’re working on the renovation to help keep everyone in the loop.

Image by Ksenia Chernaya via Pexels

Bottom Line

As with any home renovation, it helps to have some helpful tips and tricks. Of course, you can’t change the fact that renovating your home is often a complicated, time-consuming process. But you can make it less stressful by remembering a few overlooked things.

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shirecryptid · 3 years

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LOST GIRL REWATCH : dead lucky ( 1x05 )

i got a job. but thanks.

#lost girl #lostgirledit #kenzi malikov #ksenia solo #kenziedit #can someone explain to me. how y'all make these beautiful elaborate gifs that are somehow below 10mb #bc i'm really struggling even with the simple stuff over here and i'm ???#anygays people recognizing kenzi's a badass and has her own worth in the fae world?? my jam #this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months i really need to continue my rewatch oof #lg #my edits #my gifs #sab learns to gif #lgrw

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liviavanrouge · 2 years

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Sarafina

Gender: Female

Age: ???

Rank: Avatar of Friendship

Pet/Familiar: Seashell the bunny

Love interest: Lucifer(boyfriend/husband), Simeon(formerly, one night stand)

Daughter(s): Lilith, Peony, Angel, Mizuki, Marianna, Judy, Juana, Ksenia's, Lucille

Son(s): Sage, Akio, Jay, Scamp, Diego, Junior, Jacob

Adopted daughter: Amanda

Adopted son: Luke, Andrew

Family:

Mother: ???

Father: ???

Older Brother: Michael

Older sister: Parisa

"Cousin": Raphael

Abilities:

#obey me #lucifer #mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon

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mageofseven · 3 years

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I've been reading your stuff lately and I love them.

May I request like the bros' reaction when their kid told MC that they hate her and when the bro asked why they hate her the kid be like she gonna leave them too when they grow up... since mc is a human and stuff.. :/

Okay, I think you're talking about death here? If not, sorry, but if so, this is so sad 😣 It makes sense though. Once they learn about death, they might not fully understand it. That combined with hearing that human life spans are so short, maybe the kids would be afraid that it means their mommy is going to willingly leave them some day?

Lucifer:

Immediately angry with his daughter.

Grabs Ksenia by the arm and makes her face him.

"Tell your mother you are sorry."

"B-But she's going to leave me..."

Loosens his grip on her arm, frowning.

Realizes that the girl is just scared of losing her mother.

In all honesty...he is too.

"That doesn't mean you can say such things..." He says more gently. "Now please tell her that you are sorry."

He struggles with the same fear, but buries it deep within himself so he can enjoy the present with his Love and their daughter. Really hopes his daughter can do the same.

Mammon:

"Woah, woah, woah! Where the hell did that come from??"

"I hate her! She's gonna leave me!" Little Cassia starts bawling her eyes out.

Oh shit...

"Okay, none of that, none of that!" The second brother got down on his knees and pulled his daughter in close. "Your mama ain't going anywhere soon, ya hear? She's stayin' right with us, ya got it?"

"Y-You promise?"

"Ya bet. Think I'd lie to you?" He asked, feeling a bit guilty.

I mean yeah, his daughter is actually right...someday MC will be gone and that's that. Still, this girl is way too young to think about that.

Leviathan:

"Y-You can't say that!"

This man has no clue how to handle this--like at all.

Luckily, MC does.

The woman leans down and hugs her crying son close.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't leave me, Mommy."

"Shh." MC cajoled. "It's okay. Mommy's gonna be here for a long time and no matter what, you're always gonna have Daddy, okay."

That jolted Levi from his freezed panic. He fell down to his knees and joined the hug, arms wrapped around both MC and Kai.

"Yeah. I'm always gonna be here, okay?"

God, thinking about a future where his Henry is not here...the demon doesn't even want to. He doesn't wanna face it. But some day he's gonna have to and he can't just shut himself away in his room when that day comes because Kai is gonna need him.

But will he be strong enough to be there for his son when that day comes?

Satan:

Steps in between MC and Amelie as the girl screams. She may be a child, but she still has the strength of a demon and Satan didn't want his Kitten to get hurt from their daughter's tantrum.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" The small child screamed, jumped, and cried. Each jumped cracked the floorboards under her feet more.

Puts in a lot of effort to remain calm. Matching anger with more anger solves nothing and the Avatar of Wrath recognized this.

"Amelie, that is enough." Satan said sternly, not yelling, but also making sure his daughter could hear him above her own sobs.

The little girl collapsed onto the ground and started kicking her hands and feet against the floor, breaking off bits of wood.

"I--don't--wan--na--lose-Mama!" Amelie screamed and cried with each heavy breath.

"S-Satan..." MC started tearing up at their daughter's words.

Satan took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It'll be fine." He told her before letting go and leaning down to pick up Amelie.

The child kicked and cried till her father brought her in for hug and then she simply clung to him.

"Shh. Amelie, it's alright." The demon said softly. "Mama's right here with us. She's not leaving anytime soon."

"You promise?"

"I promise." MC chimed in, wrapping her arms around her daughter and kissing her head over and over.

MC's mortality...that's something her boyfriend wishes to fix. He's not quite sure how, but surely it's possible; Solomon proves just as much. Regardless of whether it is or isn't though, the demon did not want his daughter to fear that day or to give it any thought at all. This truth is something he wishes for only himself to bear, not Amelie or MC.

Asmodeus:

"Oh LiLi!" Azzy lightly scolded before pulling his son into his lap. "Don't say such mean things to Mommy."

"I-I'm sorry..." Liam burying his face in his dad's shirt and sniffled.

"Now what's wrong, baby? Talk to us." MC cajoled as she stroked her son's hair.

"I don't want you to die someday, Mommy..."

His parents' eyes widen.

"LiLi...that's not anything you need to worry about, sweetie." Asmo kissed his head.

"But isn't Mommy gonna leave someday?"

"Not for a very long time, baby," MC rubbed his back. "And I promise I'll be here with you always till that day."

Oh devil. Now Asmo is gonna be worrying about her eventual death for awhile. Later, his Dolly will have to switch to comforting him, but for now, they both need to focus on their son.

Beelzebub:

"Arsi..." The younger sister hugged her twin's arm.

Their parents just stared in shock at first. Why would Arsenia say she hates MC?

Beel frowned.

"Arsi, what's wrong?"

The girls both started crying and their parents immediately scooped them up, Arsi in Beel's arms and Anais in MC's. The two gently rocked their girls as they cried.

"Okay, what's going on girls?" The woman kissed her youngest's forehead.

Anais simply hid her face in the crook of her mama's neck

The demon pulled his oldest back a little to look her the eyes.

"Arsi, Baby Bean. Talk to Papa here."

The girl sniffled.

"We...we heard you and Mama talking about her dying some day."

"We don't want you to leave, Mama." Anais tighten her hug.

The couple fell silent. The two indeed talked about that earlier. They were talking about how happy and complete life felt...but then MC's mind wandered too far into the future and she voiced how worried she was about him and the girls when she dies. Though they don't know for sure, they've been told that their girls' lifespan will be closer to that of a full demon's, meaning that...MC's involvement in their lives will be such a small bit of time in comparison.

It was a heavy topic, one that they needed to discuss, but not one for their daughters' ears.

"Okay. Listen closely to Mama and Papa, okay, Baby Beans?"

Beel watched as the girls sniffled but nodded.

"We're sorry you heard that. Mama's gonna be here for a long time though, okay?"

"Yeah, Mama's right here." MC agreed, kissing both Anais and Arsenia's heads.

The ending will most definitely be bleak...but the present is a happy one. All of them need to focus on the now and not the far future, especially the girls.

Belphegor:

"Lilith, shut up!" Judas yelled at his sister.

It was too late though. Their mama's heart shattered and their dad was mad.

Belphie strode over to the kids and Judas stood in front of his sister.

"Dad, she didn't mean it--"

The sloth demon snaked his arms around his son and grabbed his daughter, picking her up before tossing her on couch, landing with a gentle bounce. The kids had been thrown on the couch by their dad and Unlce Beel plenty of times during playtime, but this time was different because their dad wasn't playing.

"You don't say stuff like that to your mom." He told his daughter. "Now what's your issue?"

The little girl crossed her arms with a 'hmph'!

Belphie huffed and looked to his son.

"Any clue why she said that?"

"Belphie, it's fine--"

"No, it's not fine, Butthead." He told MC. "They can't growing up thinking they can just talk to you like that."

He looked back to his son.

"Now, why'd she say it?"

The boy looked at his shoes.

"I can't tell you..."

"And why not?"

"'Cause it'll hurt you..."

Lilith's defiant expression fell into a worried pout.

The sloth demon raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me."

MC scooped up her son.

"Belphie, I said it's fine. Enough."

"Mommy, I'm sorry she made you sad." Judas mumbled into her neck.

"It's okay, baby." MC rubbed his back.

Belphie let out a long sigh before feeling his shirt be tugged on.

He looked down and saw Lilith staring up at him with tears in her eyes.

"We heard you tell Mommy that you're scared of the day she dies again...we asked Uncle Mammon what that meant and he said dying is when someone goes away and never comes back."

That dumbass. At least he didn't tell them anything about the first time...

Belphie plopped down on the couch next to his daughter and pulled her close.

"I-I don't want Mommy to go away." The little girl started crying harder. Judas started tearing up too.

Damn, the demon didn't know what to say. This...was a hard subject for him. Luckily, MC spoke up.

"I'm right here." She brought herself and Judas over to the couch and sat down. "I'm here now with you guys. You shouldn't just look forward like that when I'm right here...loving you three. And I'll always love you three."

"MC--"

"The future is a long ways out. Let's just enjoy today." She met her boyfriend's eyes as she said this.

It was obviously that it was just as much of a pep talk for the demon as it was their kids. Honestly, it wasn't really able to wipe away all of his worries but...it served as a wake up call to focus on the twins.

"You heard her." He pulled back and looked to both of his kids. "She's here now and that's what matters."

The sloth demon was pretty distant from his family for the rest of the night, mind stuck in that conversation. If only he could do as MC said and just live in the present. But he can't. He's so stuck in the past that he's honestly scared of the future.

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Alpha Wolves

content warning: swearing, mild violence

Marcus yawned, his jaw cracking, and shook out his pants. It had been a long night, helping two pups with their first change. They were already packed into their parents’ SUVs, fast asleep, and on the way to their homes. In a few months they would be good to join a pack. It wasn’t always as simple with new shifters, but those two each had a parent who was one as well. Even at eight and ten, they knew a fair amount of what it meant to be a lycanthrope.

Dressed in sweats and a light cotton long-sleeved shirt, he ran a hand over his jaw and sighed. Full moon changes always made his hair grow. Even though he’d been clean-shaven before the change, he had what felt like two-days of growth now. Shaggy hair didn’t bother him nearly as much as a beard did, though by the end of the three days he’d need to get that trimmed as well.

He padded barefoot into the little cabin that served as his base of operations while helping new shifters and started a pot of coffee brewing. He hated the stuff, but it would be at least a couple hours before he could head home to sleep, so he needed something to keep him awake.

While it percolated, he checked his phone. Three emails from work, two from the pack, and some spam. He’d just opened the first email when the phone rang.

“Porter Consulting.”

“Mr. Porter, it’s Deputy Palerma from the EKSD,” a male with a pleasant tenor said.

East Keddol was a small town several miles from Hapburgh, the city Marcus lived and worked in. It was in the interesting position of being almost perfectly between Hapburgh pack territory and Redview pack territory. Surprisingly few places fell into the odd in-between spaces between packs, and, as far as he knew, no one had developed any specific protocols for dealing with them.

“How can I help you today, Deputy?”

“We have a shifter—twenty-three-year-old male—who attacked his friends when he shifted for the first time. Miss Davidson recommended I call you.”

Kaelyn Davidson did for the Redview pack what Marcus did for the Hapburgh one. She was, if he remembered correctly, also a month or two out from giving birth. Handling an adult shifter who’d already hurt people was probably not high on her list of ways to spend her time.

“I see. Is your new shifter awake?”

“No. We had to hit him with a tranq to be able to bring him in. He’s changed back, but hasn’t woken up yet.”

Marcus snorted. Safety Departments were, mostly, better than the old police system, but sometimes they were still a little too trigger happy. At least it was a tranquilizer dart instead of a clip of bullets. “I’ll send someone to pick him up. He’s going to wake up before they get there, and he’s going to be cranky and hungry.”

“I’ve taken the class on shifters, Mr. Porter,” Deputy Palerma said, sounding offended. “There is a post-shift recovery kit in the fridge.”

He stifled a sighed. “If that’s all you have, that’s fine, but it would be better if the new shifter could get freshly made food. Eggs, nuts, oats, cottage cheese or Greek yogurt, and pumpkin seeds are best. Avoid meat, if possible, especially red meat.”

“I thought shifters need protein the morning after?”

“We do, and the foods I listed are all high protein items. New shifters can find meats to be… an issue at first. As I’m not able to speak with your young man at present, it’s better to be cautious.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before Palerma said, “Alright. Who will be coming, and when should we expect them?”

“It’ll depend on who is free.”

“Can’t you just tell someone to do it? You’re the alpha, aren’t you?”

Marcus had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning. That damn study from the 40s. “That’s not quite how things work. All pack members have proper ID.”

“Fine,” he said, the word ending with an annoyed click of his tongue.

“Thank you. Someone will be there between 10:30 and noon.”

Once they’d said their farewells, Marcus sent out a quick message through the pack’s group chat.

New shifter, East Keddol holding, possible alpha complex. Any takers?

He set the phone down and poured himself a cup of coffee, adding enough cream and sugar to make it mostly palatable, before settling on a stool at the tiny kitchen’s bar-height table. He’d drunk half the cup before a chime indicated he’d gotten a response. Two more chimes rang out before he’d picked the phone back up.

Eddie: I’m free but never handled an alpha complex b4 wdin2k?

Ksenia: lol take a muzzle

Julianne: y can’t the Reds take em?

Marcus rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed, and replied: Kaelyn’s 8 mo. Pregnant. Take the green SUV, put him in the back, and keep the divider up.

Eddie: is it that dangerous?

Thomas: alpha-complexers are just assholes

Julianne: TOM! There are CHILDREN in this chat

Thomas: no regrets!

Marcus temporarily turned notifications off for the group chat, replied to the most important of the work emails, set up reminders for the other two, then headed for the cabin’s futon. By the time he’d make it to his apartment in the city, he’d barely have any time to sleep before he’d need to head back out to meet the new shifter. So he’d nap on the futon and feel stiff for most of the afternoon.

A little after 2pm, the rumbling and crunch of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive to the cabin announced the arrival of Eddie and the new shifter. Marcus set aside his laptop and headed out to the porch to greet them. He was still barefoot and wearing sweats and the long-sleeved shirt, but he’d run a trimmer through the beard so he felt less like a back-woods mountain man.

The car had barely come to a complete stop before the back door opened and a young man stepped out with a glower. He was around average height, with enough muscle mass to indicate he worked out at least somewhat regularly. Dark blond hair hung to his shoulders and a thick beard wrapped his jaw—though whether that was a stylistic choice or the moon driven change accelerating his hair growth even more than it did for Marcus was unclear.

“You Marcus?” the young man demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and leaned against one of the porch supports. “I am. And you are?”

“Joseph.”

He nodded and shifted his gaze to Eddie, who’d stepped around to the front of the SUV. “How was the drive?”

Eddie shrugged, his gaze darting to Joseph and then away. “S’okay. Wouldn’t want to do it again, though.”

“Don’t blame you. Thanks for doing it, though. See you next week for a run, okay?”

His shoulders relaxed and he smiled. “Of course. Later, Marcus.”

Joseph scoffed. “Like he would be any good.”

Marcus shook his head and stepped down off the porch. He was a little shorter than the new shifter, though broader in the shoulders and with more muscle mass. “You will respect each and every member of our pack, or you’ll be sent to Palstead Institution. It is not a pleasant introduction to being a shifter.”

“Whatever, man. Just give me whatever stupid speech you’ve got so I can challenge you.”

“There will be no ‘challenging’ here.”

“Fuck that. I ain’t no submissive bitch.”

“What you do or don’t do in the bedroom has no relevance to this situation.”

Red flooded Joseph’s face a moment before he took a swing at Marcus. He’d obviously had a little bit of training, but the movement was still too big to be truly effective.

Marcus side-stepped and twisted a little so that he had more leverage as he placed a palm against Joseph’s arm and pushed. It wasn’t a big push, but the kid had overextended himself and it knocked him off balance enough to make him stumble. He took a step back and waited for the next attack he knew would be coming.

Joseph didn’t disappoint. He came up swinging wildly, rushing toward him as if he couldn’t decide whether to beat his face in or tackle him to the ground.

Marcus calmly deflected each blow, leading Joseph in a circle as he side-stepped and backed away from the attacks. Less than a minute later, Jospeh was panting and struggling to even come close to landing any blows.

“Have you finished with your temper tantrum, yet?” Marcus asked.

Joseph glared at him but stopped, bending over with hands on knees as he panted.

“You seem to be under the misunderstanding that pack members fight each other. Different packs rarely even fight each other.”

“How…how do you know who’s alpha, then?”

“There is no ‘alpha.’ Not the way you’re thinking, anyway.”

“What?”

Marcus sighed and took a seat on the ground. The grass was soft and, thanks to a sunny morning, contained no hint of dampness. After a moment’s hesitation, Joseph slumped down as well. “Pack is family. Would you pick a fight with your dad to try and take over the family?”

“No…”

He shrugged. “Picking a fight with a pack member makes about as much sense. We each have a role to play, and that role is based on our skills and personality and knowledge. Not on who we’re able to beat up.”

“Aren’t we wolves? At least partly?”

“Yes. And that’s how wolves behave.”

Joseph stared at him blankly.

He sighed again. “Come inside. I’ll make you a tuna sandwich and you can read one of the brochures.”

Joseph followed him inside, silent, but with a simmering edge of anger beneath his exhaustion. Once the full moon was over and the forced changes weren’t sapping his energy, he would be a real pain in the ass if Marcus couldn’t nip the problem in the bud.

“Here,” he said, picking up a glossy tri-fold and handing it over. “Have a seat. Read. I’ll make the sandwiches.”

He settled onto a stool, shoulders hunched and brows drawn. “Why Alpha-Dog Theory is BS,” he read. “Seriously?”

“Mhm,” Marcus replied. “Some of the pack wanted to title it It’s Not Your Inner Wolf, You’re Just an Asshole, but that seemed a bit confrontational.”

“… Oh.”

“Mhm.”

(Moon-Bound - part 2)

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