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sunny44 · 1 year

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You shouldn’t let her go

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton!girlfriend reader x Max Verstappen!ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: stupid Max, pregnancy

Summary: Max left his fiancée after years of relationship because he felt he couldn't stand being tied to someone anymore so after almost two years she shows up in the paddock with Lewis and he realizes he shouldn't have let her go.

Ps: just to make it clear, I am not in favor of the rivalry that is imposed on Lewis and Max, I know they are not friends but the reality does not match my stories, this is fiction so don't take it personally.

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When he decided that our relationship should end I thought he was joking.

For days and weeks I couldn't believe that this was real, but my mind was made up as soon as I saw pictures of him on the internet with women in parties.

It was then that I realized that our engagement was over.

I don't think I have ever suffered so much in my life, I never thought that I would be isolated for months.

I suffered so much that I started to stop eating, in the beginning I ate very little but as the days went by I decreased until I almost stopped completely but luckily my mother saved me from being at the bottom of the pit.

The first months were difficult, I had been used to our own routine for years and having to leave it suddenly was extremely difficult, in fact I was torn out of that routine.

I had to leave where I had lived for years since the apartment was his, I had to learn to take care of my place by myself since now there was no one else for me to share my tasks with.

But 5 months later I met someone, someone who made me have those feelings again, the feelings that I thought after Max I would never have again.

I already knew who he was and he also knew who I was but the fact that he was Max's enemy but leads meant that we never really talked.

Lewis and I had been dating for almost 9 months when he ask me to be his girlfriend and I remember being extremely happy that he was taking our relationship as seriously as I was.

And since that day we have been together and today would be the first time I could be in a formula one paddock since Max and I broke up.

Today was the Dutch GP and Lewis and I were on our way to the paddock, him and I had agreed early on in the relationship that we would only go public when we were comfortable letting the world know about us. I know how well this world works, if you don't do something people judge you and if you do something they judge you anyways.

And I knew what the fans would say that I was a hustler who only dates drivers and that since I got dumped by one I went after another.

But they don't know the half of it because the part where I suffered they don't care because one of the most coveted pilots became single so they can go after him and try their luck and some of them really do.

Most of them are like that, they go from city to city in nightclubs chasing silly girls who are willing to have their one minute of fame for being able to say that they fuck a formula 1 driver, but in the end this is nothing because in years of relationship he can forget you in one day so how long does it take for them to forget a simple fuck?

When we arrived in the paddock I could already feel my nervousness and so could Lewis, he knew I was afraid to come but not because I was here again or even because I had to see him.

But because of the fact that I would be judged for dating a driver who doesn't get along well with my ex for clear reasons.

But I'm already expecting that his fans don't like me.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me but I don't answer and just stare at nothing. "Hey, baby."

"Yeah?" I asked looking at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Again he asks and I don't answer. "I'm not sure we picked the right GP to do this."

"In this situation there is no right GP. But I think we picked the worst one." I say and he laughs. "Look they are going to hate me anyway with us showing up together today or in the next race so let's just get over with."

"That's the way to talk." He says cheerfully and we get out of the car.

When we got out of the car and were getting in it seemed like the world had stopped around the two of us, the flashes and noises of the cameras, the movement was so big that even some of the drivers that were scattered around looked and were surprised at what they were seeing.

Halfway there I felt Lewis taking my hand and intertwining our fingers and confirming what people were thinking.

We walked to the Mercedes garage and before we entered I could see him standing in front of the Red Bull garage with some people from the team talking to him but Max was more focused on me than on them.

When we got inside I went to say hello to the people from the team, some faces were already known but most I didn't know who they were.

"We have an unexpected visitor." I hear a voice behind me and I recognized it right away by the accent.

"Hi Toto, how are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"I'm great taking all the attention."

"It's almost as if Beyoncé is walking into the paddock."

"I felt like her." He laughs.

"I'm going to go change and be right back okay?" Lewis says and I nodded and he gave me a kiss before heading to his room.

"I'm going to get some coffee, will you let him know for me?" Toto agrees and I leave to get a cup of coffee.

Which I shouldn't have done if I knew Max would find me and come after me.

"Hi."

"Hi Max."

"Good to see you, you look great."

"Thanks."

"And how are you?"

"Fine."

"I haven't heard from you anymore."

"You wouldn't have had to know, you made it very clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore the last time we saw each other."

"And that was the biggest mistake of my life.”

"That’s your problem now." I said walking past him but he held my arm. "Can you let go of me?"

"Are you really with him or was that whole scene just to make me jealous?"

"Pay close attention because I'm only going to tell you once, you broke up with me and it was you who broke my heart. You don't know what the hell my life was like after you dumped me, so don't come to me wanting to know about my life because I don't owe you anything.”

"I'm sorry I was an asshole and I deserve that you are angry with me but seriously you are dating him? You didn't even like him."

"YOU didn't even like him Max I've never even spoken to him to draw those conclusions. And you are rivals on the track but off the track you have no connection."

"So you're dating a guy who hates me? After everything we've been through?"

"And after everything we've been through you dumped me like that for no reason at all so it looks like we're even." He looks at me with anger and sadness at the same time. "And for your information yes I am dating him and it's been a long time, it's not something recent that happened just so I could make you jealous. So leave me alone."

I turned to leave and after a few steps I stopped and looked at him.

"Actually I do owe you something.” He looked at me. "I owe you a thank you for breaking my heart years ago because then I could meet a guy who really loves me and who sees a future with me unlike you who only saw me as a trophy that you dragged everywhere."

Having said that I actually left and went to get a coffee which would actually be a tea since I was avoiding drinking too much coffee.

After buying the tea and a donut that I couldn't resist when I saw it I went back to the Mercedes garage seeing a super worried Lewis.

"Oh my God, where were you? I was worried when I came back and didn't see you here."

"I asked Toto to tell you I was going to get something to drink."

"He had to go to a meeting and must have forgotten."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"You look a little pale, is something wrong?" He asks, running his hand over my face and I know why I was pale but I wouldn’t tell him right before the race.

"I had a forced conversation with Max on the way over."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't hurt me he just wanted to know if we were really together or I was just using you to make him jealous. But I'm not." I hasten to say."

"I know don't worry about it, don't worry about him okay? He's not worth your time."

Lewis put his arms around my waist bringing me close to him and I held his face and kissed him until we were interrupted by the crew calling Lewis to get in the car because the race was about to start, he kissed me once more and went to the car.

I didn't remember how torturous and agonizing it was to have someone you love racing at over 300km/h, every time it seemed like someone was going to crash and I was scared to death that something was going to happen to Lewis but I knew that he was an excellent driver and had total control of what he was doing.

That was until he started to lose positions and that made me and the team worried because the car was the best of the weekend.

Max was first now and I could almost hear his laughter in my head and it really pissed me off.

"Y/n come here." I heard Toto calling me and Bono handing me a microphone.

"Why are you giving this to me?" I picked up the headset in confusion.

"He's nervous for some reason and we can't calm him down so try talking to him."

"Lewis can you hear me?" I ask after I put the headset on.

"Honey? What are you doing there?"

"You need to concentrate, what's going on?"

"I keep thinking about you and him, and it's distracting me. I'm afraid that after you talked today you might want to get back together with him.”

"Don't think about it, I love you and I'm never getting back with Max, understand? I couldn't even."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because me and our baby love you and we are here rooting for you too."

"Our baby?" he asks without understanding.

"I'm pregnant babe."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are we having a baby?"

"Yes we are." I could hear him laughing with happiness. "So go get him."

Right then he sped up and sped up as if his life depended on it and on the last lap he passed Max and the whole garage celebrated, when he crossed the finish line we all went in front of the podium where I went running with the team and stood right in front, he jumped out of the car and celebrated and then came running towards me and kissed me, he pulled me through the fence hugging me even tighter. He bent down and kissed my belly making me laugh through my tears and the look on Max's face that came second didn't go unnoticed, I don't know if it was me but their eyes seemed to shine with the tears but at the moment I didn't care because my happiness was there with me celebrating his victory.

Bonus scene!

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Yourusername After feeling lonely and unhappy for years I finally found someone who makes me feel like the most special woman in the world. I can't thank you enough for making me shine again and for making me a better person.

And now that our family is growing, I can only thank you for always being there for us, I love you so much.

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onskepa · 4 months

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We need a so'lek x human x neteyam

Idk if you can do with three characters (but i hope you do)

Nothing out of the blue (got it??)

They are like a couple, but the na'vis are showing love to their tawtute. What i meant is that so'lek and neteyam aren't romantic with each other (gay)

Or if you're not comfortable with this, the reader could be their favourite tawtute. Nothing romantic, just being affectionate :)

Hellooooooo darling~!

So for this one, it will be like platonic fluff. I hope you are ok with this! Enjoy~!

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Pxoeng

[it makes sense to me]

Friends who grew up since diapers will get very comfortable with each other as time passes. Would call each other silly nicknames, refer to the other as family, or practically become family. They are close, where one cannot function without the other. As their lives orbit around the other. Friends can come as two, or in three. A trio if you will.

A trio is different from a duo. With a trio, you can dominate and conquer anything. Three is a crowd? No, three is a party. A party with inside jokes, fun memories and a perfect balance. Truly an unbreakable bond.

Which leads us to three certain people. Neteyam, Pxoeng, and so’lek. They are peak example of ‘three is a party’. You have the bright bubbly personality, the mature mother, and the crackhead street dog. You guess who is who.

“Is it poisonous?” Neteyam asks a bit worriedly, in front of him, his silly little idiot. Pxoeng, a human who likes to test things with her life. And sanity. “I don't feel anything, it tastes kinda sweet” she replies after eating a thick gooey substance leaking from a tree. Licking her lips, she lets the taste settle down, staying still for anything.

“We can always go to mo’at if anything happens” neteyam offers. Pxoeng nods in agreement, with that settled they continue on their walk. “Or we could go now” a deeper voice followed behind them. Turning around they see an unpleasant so’lek. Arms crossed, frown deep, and clearly not happy with pxoeng’s little stunt. The human girl frowned, matching his.

“I won't die from it. I ate plenty of inedible things and I am alive. Live a little so’lek, "she says. Rolling his eyes he turns to neteyam, “if she pukes, it's on you”. Neteyam shrugs and doesn't mind at all. “Lets go, we still have ways to go” so’lek says, taking the lead of the walk path. Pxoeng and neteyam followed suit, one on each of the older na’vis side. “You sure seem a bit grumpy today, did someone take the last of your favorite?” neteyam asks so’lek. It doesn't take a word out of his mouth to respond but so’lek gave his answer with a grunt.

“I know! For lunch let's gather some of your favorite mushrooms to make your favorite stew, how does that sound?” Pxoeng suggests. Giving a moment of thought, so’lek nods. “Yes, that would be nice”.

The three continued on until they reached their destination. Their little piece of heaven, ‘Arch heart’ as pxoeng named it. It was a comfortable little cave, filled with paintings, food, hammocks and among other things, built to feel like a second home. Away from their main home.

Neteyam entered first and began to roll up some screens to let more light inside. Pxoeng grabbed a fruit and dumped herself onto her hammock and so’lek sits on the edge to enjoy the view of the outside.

For a while neither of the three said anything, just doing their little tasks here and there. Letting the silence be the comforting sounds to soothe them. It is their favorite part of the day. Just the three of them together in their solitude. No tasks, no chores, no one to take time off of their day. Just pure tranquility.

“Ok ok, how about…..we use some pali’s to pull the cart and maybe the ikrans can carry it on here. Aaaand whala! We can have nice comfy bean bags in here” Pxoeng explains her little idea after they had a nice hearty dinner in their cave.

Night arrived, so to be more comfy, so’lek still sitting on the edge but this time pxoeng and neteyam joined him. Pxoeng sat on his lap while she laid her head on neteyam’s lap. Doing as his mother taught him, neteyam calmly massages pxoeng’s head as so’lek squeezes her thighs from time to time.

“But aren't bean bags easy to tear? The ikrans would tear it apart with their claws” Neteyam says. His playfully boops his nose, “that is why I said to use a cart. So that the bean bags won't get damaged”.

“No bean bags, the hammocks are enough” So’lek interjected. The other two look over at him in slight confusion. “But you like the bean bags,” Neteyam says. So’lek looks at him then back at the sky. Slightly smirking, the boy playfully shoves the older’s shoulder only to receive an annoyed hiss. “No no, he is right. You are the first to body slam on a bean bag. Wouldn't it be nice to have some here and not sit near the edge like…an edgy anti hero” Pxoeng says.

So’lek sighs, not tired, not annoyed, just a sigh.

“Fine,

“YES!”

“But you and neteyam are carrying them all the way up here”

“What?!”

"But they are heavy...”

So’lek lets out a hearty laugh as he enjoys their expressions. Especially Pxoeng. Neteyam calms her down by stroking her hair. Pxoeng lays her head on neteyam’s head as she starts to play with so’leks fingers.

“Fine, we will carry them, but they are for us and none for you so’lek”

“Now hold on

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Sorry if it was short, but its short and sweet! Until next time! See ya!

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Pxoeng = We, three, inclusive

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simlit · 1 month

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Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // forty-eight

| @maladi777 | @mangopysims | @izayoiri

next / previous / beginning

TALILA: That one was my favorite! ASTER: laughs You say that about all of them. TALILA: Well, that’s because they’re all my favorite! ASTER: Don’t they have music back where you come from? TALILA: Of course we have music, silly. But not like this. ASTER: An absolute tragedy. TALILA: It will be so difficult to go back home. Maybe I should learn to play before I go. ASTER: Go back… Ah. That’s right. You’ll be wanting to return to your forests, I expect. TALILA: I’m sorry. I didn’t think before speaking. ASTER: What have you to apologize for? TALILA: I expect it must be hard to hear, when you don’t have a home to go back to. ASTER: Oh, that’s alright. You needn’t worry about me. ASTER: What was it… like there? TALILA: Green Isle? Oh, it’s just as you probably imagine. A gorgeous, secret little world. Safe, protected from the outside. It’s funny, my father used to tell me a great deal about the dangers beyond our island. It's not nearly as bad as he said! Though, it’s not easy to cross between realms. You could say, my ending up here was just a happy accident. But I’ve been away for some time… ASTER: You… miss your home a lot, then? TALILA: Yes, very much. This place is strange and beautiful, but… not where I intended to end up. I didn’t mind getting swept away. All the new places I’ve seen and people I’ve met, I don’t regret any of it. But I don’t belong here, after all. ASTER: You could. TALILA: Maybe. But, well, to leave my forests, my family… I don’t know. It’s a scary thought. ASTER: No, you’re right. And you shouldn’t give it up for a lot of nothing. TALILA: Ah… right. That’s… true… INDRYR: Am I interrupting? TALILA: Hi, Indy! Not at all! Did you come to dance? INDRYR: laughs Sorry, not exactly. I was wondering if I couldn’t enlist your help again. ASTER: Hm? INDRYR: Actually, both of you would be perfect for the task. I require a certain charm. Having a more diverse ensemble might prove advantageous. ASTER: Ha! I see smooth-talkers are in high demand these days. What do you say, Little Bloom? Shall we? TALILA: Another heist? Absolutely!

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #cc: aster songleaf #cc: indryr #cc: talila

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monstrousproductions · 9 months

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Hi Hero! I am working on getting into voice acting and dealing with some transmasc voice dysphoria. HRT isn't an option for me, which is part of why I'm doing auditions and such for fiction podcasts to try to love my voice anyway. My question is, do you have any tips on gaining confidence in voice acting?

Thank you for everything you do with this show! I hope you have a great day.

Oh, big hug, pal! Voice dysphoria is no joke. Recording yourself and getting used to hearing your own voice back can be a brilliant way to get more comfortable with how you sound!

Remember, there's nothing wrong with your voice - it's a transmasc voice, because you're a transmasc person. Medical transition is just one way to express one's identity - it doesn't make the identity itself. You're just as transmasc as you need to be, exactly as you are 💖

I know for me, just the act of listening to my voice every week really helped me internalise the fact that this is a non-binary voice - and was a non-binary voice before I went on T, and will be a non-binary voice throughout that transition. It's got to the point where, if people misgender me because of my voice, I genuinely am like ??? where tf did you get that idea ??? can't you hear I'm extremely cool and hot and trans of gender ??? who is this "Miss Owen" of which you speak ??? 😂

Auditioning for podcasts is a brilliant idea, but remember, there's a lot of rejection involved in auditioning and it can be tough.

You might have fun practicing on your own, recording yourself reading aloud and editing it into a little audiobook. If you're into fanfiction, podficcing is a really fun way to splash around in audio and get your voice out to a supportive audience. Or, of course, you can start your own podcast!

At the same time though, it's totally alright if you just keep those recordings to yourself. It's more about exposing yourself to your own, natural voice as much as possible, and learning the ropes, from how to set up your equipment to how to use your voice to best effect.

One big thing with voice acting is that you really have to dial your performance up to 11. Your audience has no other cues to go off except your voice - they can't see your beautiful subtle facial expressions or read your simple yet eloquent body language lol It's something you really have to do yourself to understand - you can feel like you're putting SO much energy into a performance in front of the mic, and then listen back and its the flattest, saddest thing you ever heard 😅

Pay attention to other voice actors and how they work. Listen carefully to how they use their breath, where they pause, where they run words together. Don't just passively enjoy the performance - try to really pay attention to what they're doing and what effect it's having. Then you can play with those ideas in your own performance, and see what works for you.

I think that word "play" is really important, too. Animals learn through play and humans are no different! You're going to get way further, way faster if you throw yourself into a fun little project that lights you up, and treat it as something you can play with and enjoy, than if you treat it like some great, ponderous task you have to get right first time.

In short, the best way to build confidence is to hang out with your voice as much as possible. Play around with it, reading aloud in silly voices, recording voice notes for your friends, mimicking actors you admire, etc. The more you hear yourself, the more you'll understand your voice. That'll help you learn how to use it and how to make it work for you, but more importantly, it'll help you to internalise the fact that this is your voice. It's yours, and you're trans, and that means your voice is trans too. No bells or whistles needed.

#monstrous askbox

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wackyrumble · 1 year

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Charisma House v.s. Fusakin

Charisma House - Charisma House

Seven guys living together. Iori: makes people sign slave contracts to treat him like a dog, Terra: self obsessed, Rikai: drinks boiling water instead of alcohol, Saru: rebel who crashed a wedding with a metal pipe, Oshe: tried to kill himself because Rikai was nice to him, Amahiko: "world sexy ambassador, minister of sexy affairs" and gets seasonal dick pains, Fumiya: the normalest one. Read more about them below.

Fusakin - MARIKINonline4

Fusakin was once a balloon that fought with sharp weapons, despite the risks, and eventually gave himself a body through alchemy. Forbidden alchemy, which put him on house arrest. Through a series of events, he creates a beast which he attempts to destroy his soul in order to kill it but it kills him before he can. Read more about Fusakin below.

Full description of the Charisma House:

“apologies im submitting all of the characters from here. you can pick your favorite(s)/the weirdest. **my personal picks (they always get a “wtf”)

**IORI: (bottom right) so basically his entire thing is hes a slutty malewife and loves doing things for others.. but hes also a masochist (in denial). he makes people sign slave contracts with him and forces them to burden him with tasks. he calls himself a dog for the people… he barks… he wears a collar… yeah. also he was a jealous girlfriend (tm) in a valentines day track and shot (we dont actually see it) rikai for “sneaking in chocolate” (he didnt do it) because he wanted to be the only one to give chocolate.

TERRA: (blonde) he loves himself. he’s obsessed with himself. hes married to himself. hes also genderfluid in my heart just look at him. he has 41 mirrors in his room as well as a giant painting of himself.

RIKAI: (glasses) the second normalest out of all of them. hes obsessed with keeping order and is kind of strict but we love him. he doesnt drink alcohol, instead drinking boiling water. he also thinks holding hands before marriage is illegal.

SARU: (pink) his names kei but they call him saru. hes the exact opposite of rikai. he rebels against every little thing like its hardwired into his brain (terra uses this against him). he acts tough but hes scared of ghosts. he tried to crash someones wedding and bring a metal pipe. he also has a lone wolf motif. hes an orphan.

OHSE: (trashbag head) hes really sad and sopping wet and pathetic. every time he makes a mistake his first response is “im sorry ill go die.” he likes reptiles. he never wears shoes his toes are always out. he has ugly ass neon yellow pants. his wiki page has a cw for suicide on it. he jumped out the window to try and kill himself because rikai was nice to him (hes kind of gay for rikai tbh).

**AMAHIKO: (youll know by the desc) dear god. hes basically the ceo of sex. like. he says his occupation is “world sexy ambassador, minister of sexy affairs.” hes also 30 btw. he has NINETY NINE POLES. he calls everything sexy. i mean everything. also he gets seasonal dick pains. he flirts with basically everyone. he wanted to pole dance for the elderly at a grocery store as a greeting. HE STRIPPED HIMSELF NAKED as his christmas present. hes a very silly and whimsical man.

FUMIYA: (orange jacket) hes 19 years old but has probably committed crimes. he has a sweet tooth. his entire thing is hes morally grey so hes by default the normalest. he cant swim. hes the one who invited everyone to the house.. somehow. he breaks the fourth wall and asks the audience for money.”

Full description of Fusakin:

"there are multiple factors contributing to this guys general weirdness so i am going to go over all of them. 1. his character design: like come on just look at the guy. ·×· lookin ass. his design weirdness is further exacerbated by the fact that hes the only playable numa (species name) to wear a shirt (most of them are naked, one wears a rudimentary cloak) so he stands out on account of his epic fashion win. he is gods strongest white boy 2. his general personality: this guy puts stars at the ends of his sentences sometimes this guy uses tildes. he considers himself 'everyones idol' and he is pretty much the most flamboyant character in the entire game. he gets more voice lines than practically any other character he will literally not shut up. did i mention the bushido thing yet i dont think i mentioned the bushido thing he considers himself some sort of honourable samurai type guy. hes just kind of a lunatic though he introduces himself like this

3. and this one is important - the shit hes pulled: so okay this is gonna take a minute. this guy used to be a balloon, right? he used to be a literal balloon, his arms were balloon strings, he fought with a shitton of swords and knives anyway despite the risk, you get the idea. then he decided he wanted a normal body to be on par with his friends because his balloon body was too weak for his liking, so he did dark forbidden alchemy to get an actual body! ...which put him on magical house arrest due to the law of equivalent exchange, so he wasnt able to leave. no one except like two guys checked on him for years. when the party shows up he has them go on some fetch quests to get the ingredients to make a powerful magic pendant. one of the items he has them get is a limited-edition strawberry daifuku that isnt even necessary he just eats it. then he makes the pendant in the microwave. he gives it to the party without saying what it does other than to use it in their hour of need, they use it way way later in the story to fight a powerful enemy, a dude shows up in a giant red suit of armour to fight for them. ...then someone pulls his helmet off and its just fusakin in a suit of armour thats way too big for him because he made it without taking measurements, and it turns out all the pendant was ACTUALLY for was to break his house arrest curse so he could just kind of show up and be cool at a critical moment. oh yeah hes a blacksmith he made that suit of armour and giant sword himself, in his forge room that he hid in the yard of the house he lives in (which is some kind of weird temple) underneath a stone lamp or whatever and its always sweltering hot in there because he leaves the forge running at ALL TIMES so its always at "peak efficiency", also you have to have him use his forge to upgrade your weapons to the highest tier and he goes fucking apeshit with it and theres a bunch of cartoon sound effects as he works. anyway in postgame he shows up and joins your party and everythings going well until way later in when the main fucked up and evil guy pushes a button in his fucked up mecha that causes the maidonium (FUCKED UP IF TRUE MAGIC MATERIAL) in fusakins artificial body to resonate with the traumatized evil spirits being used to power the maidonium in the mecha or whatever im not really sure how that worked. but the important part is it causes a tiny fusakin beast to chestburst out of his back and turn into a fucked up monster creature that immediately steals his sword and starts Killeing People and then later fusakin shows BACK UP in balloon mode again and helps his homoerotic bestie fight off the beast (he has a homoerotic bestie. you fight them during the main story and they have COMBO ATTACKSlike come on. he has the other guys name saved in his phone as "chikorita") hes like "hey i knew this might happen. anyway i promised my master id cut my head off if anything like this happened" and he tries to kill himself by destroying his soul forever to obliterate the beast but then it just fucking kills him before he can do that and thats where things just leave off for him right now we dont know what happens next because the postgame isnt finished yet! if you think this description is long please imagine with me how difficult it is to explain the rest of the plot of the game because good fucking lord i have tried and its always an hourslong explanation Anyway i hope you can consider fusakin for the weird character bracket"

#charisma house #marikinonline4 #fusakin #wacky round 1a

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spicesweet · 2 months

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you seem to be very organized person on top of being very active, do you have any tips for someone who struggles with procrastination and chores in domestic life?

well, first of all, thank you! I can't believe I seem to have my shit together like that lol

I'm not sure if I'm the most organized person, though. my house is the "organized mess" type, especially because I have a lot of objects that I like to keep around me while I'm working, so things like water bottle, lip balm, moisturizer, phone + charger, earplugs etc are always scattered around. and I have cats so, you know how it goes.

what I am in fact is very worried about keeping everything clean, not so much organized: I vacuum the house twice a day, wash the floors once every two days, I change the towels twice a week, I change the bedsheets once a week, I wash the cabinets and surfaces at least once a week, I wash the bathroom twice a week and I clean the yard once a week too.

but I don't struggle with depression, for example, and my anxiety is very much under control, so I'm not sure how I would go about if I experienced mental illness that stopped me from doing these things. in my case, if I don't do these 15-to-30-minutes tasks in the frequency that I mentioned, my house will turn into a dump in just a couple of days, because the sea winds are always bringing in dust and humidity, and both me and my cats are always sheding a lot of hair, lol. so if I don't do a little bit every single day, it'll become overwhelming very fast, and then it'll be actually hard to keep it.

I think doing a little bit every day is the easiest way to keep things in order and clean. you don't have to do a top-to-bottom deep clean every single day, you just have to do a couple of staple things like sweeping or vacuuming at least once, at the end of the day, doing the dishes as soon as you finish eating, and not scattering things around too much. maintaining is actually easier than getting started.

I found out recently that Marie Kondo uses anthropomorphization as a tool for organizing and it made me so happy to know because I've been doing this all my life thinking it was a silly childish thing, but it helps so much! everytime I'm about to leave, like, my mandoline or my blender just sitting on the counter instead of putting it back on the cabinets, I think like "she deserves to go to sleep after helping me out" and it'll make me immediately want to put it away. so if that helps, that helps.

I also love that idea that I saw on a post here once, that you need to treat domestic chores as cyclical and morally neutral: if you have dirty laundry or dirty dishes at home, it only means that you're at the stage of the cycle where they are dirty, it doesn't mean a moral failure. I think a lot of the issue we tend to have around procrastinating basic tasks is the fact that we add virtue into the equation, or we think that we can do it "wrong". we all have different methods and preferences, and you just need to find yours, because whatever works for you will always be the right way.

oh, and watch videos of people cleaning on youtube! I recommend aurikatarina and Midwest Magic Cleaning, both do deep cleaning and organizing for free for people who struggle with trauma/mental illness and both are very optimistic about the whole thing, both see cleaning in a very positive light and always emphasize how not being able to clean is a common thing and shouldn't be seen as a failure.

hope this answer helps, I'm up to talk more about it if you want ☆

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bluejay-writes · 5 months

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More Important than Money

Fandom: Apple Bag Wordcount: 1496 Rating: T for some swearing and, well, armed robbery. Notes: This fic is a secret santa gift for @dreamtydraw!!! I absolutely adored the demo for Apple Bag. I'm in love already, and I can't wait to play more of this game! Seriously, y'all, go play it, you won't be sorry. Thanks also to @crescencestudio for putting this thing together. Exchanges are a lot of work and I have seen some seriously amazing gifts come out of this one. (You can also find this fic over on AO3 if that's more your jam.)

3:00. The quietest hour of the night shift by far. I loved the night shift, and my regulars, but something about 3 am just seemed to keep even the night owls at home. It gave me time to do some of the more esoteric tasks around the shop without worrying about someone coming in, like clean up the inexplicable mess caused by sunscreen that had been sliced open.

At first, I’d thought the sunscreen issue was malicious, but then I looked at the way they were all cut the same way, and realized the obvious fact I’d missed the first time around. This was done by a box cutter. All in a stripe. They’d probably been cut almost all the way through when they first arrived, and whether that was Agathe or someone else… who knows. It was old and practically expired anyway. There was nothing to do but clean it up and put some more on the order sheet.

I was elbow-deep wiping sunscreen off of the shelf when the bell on the door jingled, signaling a customer.

Of course, someone shows up while I’m a complete mess. Why today of all days?

“I’ll be with you in just a moment!” I called, hastily wiping my arms on one of the dry towels. The customer didn’t say anything at all, which made the situation go from irritating to creepy real quick. I tossed the towel onto the supply cart and made my way back to the front where someone in a black hoodie was browsing the magazine racks. For a moment, I thought maybe it was one of my regulars, but their hoodie was usually greener than black, and a pullover not zip, and they usually didn’t wear the hood up, and their figure was definitely more… no, stop thinking about their figure, they’re not even here. Focus on the customer in front of you, silly.

“Hi, welcome! Can I help you find anything?”

The customer shook their head, and I couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t really looking at the magazines, they were just kind of standing there. Great. That’s not creepy in the slightest. I settled myself behind the counter and idly watched the little television up above the shelves. If they needed help, they’d ask for it.

Just enough time later for me to have gotten distracted by the Match Game reruns on the TV, my oddly-timed customer walked up to the counter, and I flinched, startled, when they spoke.

“Hey. Empty the register.”

I turned, wide-eyed, to see the man brandishing a rather wicked looking knife at me, then at the register. His face was covered with a mask, which wasn’t really out of place these days, but the malice in his eyes wasn’t something I would soon forget.

“W-what?”

“Hurry up. Cash. Now.”

What’s going on? A robbery? No one robs people in this town! It’s small! And quaint! And the night shift is completely safe!

Well. It was. Not anymore. Now there was a wild-eyed man standing in front of me at the counter holding me up at knife-point. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew that emptying that cash register was the last thing I could do. On instinct, I reached out and turned the key that locked the drawer, and then put it in my pocket. “No, I don’t think I’m going to do that.”

Most people didn’t have the guts to actually hurt another person. Threaten, yes, but not hurt. This person, however…

I backed up hurriedly as they vaulted the counter in front of me with one hand. What the hell. What the hell?!

They say that when your fight or flight instinct kicks in, you don’t really notice, you just react. Let me tell you, that’s a load of shit. The adrenaline spike that rocketed through my system was nothing short of legendary as I hauled ass around the shelf and back towards the entrance to the back room. There was nothing to defend myself with out here, and my phone was up at the counter still. The best chance I had was to put that door between them and me, and get out the back of the shop into the alley.

Unfortunately for me, that was never going to happen. I should have been able to make it. I was a pretty fast runner, and I had familiarity with my location on my side. But I also had a spill of sunscreen that I had been in the middle of cleaning up, and it turned out that sunscreen plus tile floor made for an impossibly slippery mess. The next thing I knew I was hitting the floor and sliding hard into the shelf, causing bottles of beauty products to fall haphazardly at my head. The would-be robber was, of course, right behind me. Having seen me fall to the sunscreen mess, he’d stopped before slipping in it himself.

I scrambled to my feet just as he got into my personal space, the knife point against my throat.

“You think you’re smart, little one?”

All thought left my brain. I couldn’t shake my head for fear of cutting myself on the point of his knife. He grabbed my wrist with his other hand, and I winced.

“You’re going to be good and come empty the register into a bag for me, and then I’m going to walk away into the night, and you’re going to tell no one. Got it?”

I swallowed, but didn’t say anything. He pulled the knife away from my neck, snarling. “Got. It?”

“I can’t do that.” I said, thinking about Agathe, about the shop, about my job and how I’d never amount to anything as a dropout without this job, this place…

White-hot pain seized me as the knife found purchase in my side. I know that I probably screamed, but if I did, I definitely didn’t hear it.

“What about now? You want another, or are you going to do as you’re told?”

Suddenly, his head snapped to the side as a yellow bag slammed into it, apples scattering everywhere, the knife skittering out of his hand and underneath a nearby shelf.

Behind him, my blue-haired regular stood, breathing heavily.

“Get. The fuck. Out. Of this. Shop.” They said, breathing hard, their tone awash with rage. The man looked at them, at me, at the direction their knife went, and at the very angry person staring them down, and ran out of the store like they, well, like they were being chased by someone with a knife.

“I’m sorry about the apples. I… uh, I’ll pay for them. Are you… oh god. You’re hurt. Stay with me, okay? Let me help you.”

It felt like I blinked, and then suddenly I was sitting on the stool behind the counter, and my regular was holding a gauze pad against my wound.

“I’m sorry I was too late, I was coming by to get noodles, and I saw the guy jump the counter, and…” They stopped, and took a few deep breaths. “Look, it’s… it’s not good, but you’ll be okay.” They said, taping the gauze down. “Please, if this ever happens again, just give them the money, then call the cops, okay? You’re so much more important than a register full of cash. More important than this entire shop. Your life is… it’s just so precious.”

They sounded choked up, and I couldn’t help but reach a hand out to touch their shoulder. Words were hard. I was still buzzing with adrenaline and pain and terror, and my throat felt like it was fused shut.

“I called the cops, they should be here.. uh, soon. I told them you’re hurt, so… yeah… But I can’t still be here when they get here. It’s not.. I just.. you’ll be okay. You have to be okay. I’ll come see you again soon.”

“Hey.” I reached out and grabbed their sleeve as they turned to go. “Can I at least know the name of my savior now? I know you said…”

They chuckled ruefully, but shook their head. “Next time, shopkeep. I’ll tell you next time.” They leaned forward and pushed their mask down to leave a gentle kiss on my forehead. I felt my cheeks flush as they hurried out the front door, and I watched, as I always did, until they made it home safe. To think I’d been afraid of them the first time they came into my shop. Afraid that they’d be like the man tonight, and instead, they were my savior.

While the paramedics who arrived were patching me up, all I could think about was that bag of apples they’d hit my attacker with. Where had it come from? We didn’t sell apples like that, and yet… there it was. That apple bag saved my life tonight. Well, my favorite regular saved my life with that apple bag. Semantics.

#apple bag #dreamty #secret santa gifts

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shit-sorry-fuck-mybad · 1 year

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TOP GUN F1 AU CAUSE IM TRASH

I am obsessed with my silly little au and I decide to make myself happy from time to time so

Maverick’s maiden win is complete chaos, but honestly it’s exactly what everyone expected

It’s the second race of the year, his second race with Ferrari

He was a little disappointed he didn’t win the first race but you know what they say, he’s not superstitious but the curse might just be a thing so he lets it go, maybe the universe was actually trying to help him for once

Quali has never been his strong suit, quali is about precision, maverick needs those other 19 drivers to fight, he needs room to improvise, he needs uncertainty, he needs battles, he needs to interact with others on track so that he can eventually beat them

Iceman is a fucking beast on quali, always has been, makes sense doesn’t it

Race day, Maverick is starting fourth, not what he expected but still good, it’s lights out and away he fucking goes

He’s like a man possessed, he can hear his race engineer giving him orders on the radio but he’s way too focused on his task, he knows his car, he tells them what to do… yeah they don’t appreciate that

Fighting Ice is the challenge he wanted

He knows what they say about him, ice cold, no mistakes, right? But maverick knows that this man is just like him, he’s desperate for victory, so when ice pushes, he pushes back

He crosses the finish line after almost causing maybe five crashes, ignoring several team orders and getting yelled at for ignoring said team orders, but he crosses the finish line as a race winner

Now… maverick knows Ice, everyone knows Ice, he’s a legend in the making or something like that, but they’ve never actually interacted

He puts his feet on the ground and Ice immediately grabs him by the shoulders, Mav still has his helmet on, Ice doesn’t, and he can see the anger and frustration in his eyes, he’s sweaty and tired but he still hold Mav tight as he demands an explanation

“What the fuck were you thinking Mitchell? That bullshit you just pulled could’ve gotten all of us killed” Mav soddenly becomes aware that everyone is watching them

He tries to act relaxed, like he isn’t being basically threatened by another driver, he smiles and then remembers he still has his helmet on, so he chuckles instead “But it didn’t”

Ice takes a step back, people don’t laugh at him, people are usually intimidated by his cold and slightly aggressive attitude, but this little bastard seems to be enjoying this shit “You’re dangerous, I don’t like that”

“if you don’t like dangerous then maybe you should’ve chosen a different line of work Ice… man” Maybe he’s delusional, he can blame the exhaustion of the race, but he thinks he sees a hint of a smirk in Ice’s face

“I won’t risk my life more than I already do because some cowboy like you decided to go suicidal mid race” and with that he walks away

Maverick watches him go and he knows, he knows that this is it, this is what everyone in this sport wants, someone that can fight them, someone that will do anything to understand them in order to beat them

Everyone wants a rival, Mav thinks he just found his, and he gets the feeling that Ice agrees

The media fucking loves it

“He tries to act relaxed, like he isn’t being basically threatened by another driver” what I’m trying to say is that Mav thinks it’s hot, he’s horny, he wants to fu—

I can’t write fanfiction so I do this instead, I think I’ll do one for the daggers cause like…. Come on it’s too good

Also someone called me out on the Leclerc and Verstappen parallels and like fuck you you are 100% right

Here’s the first part -> x

#don’t mind me continuing to make useless hcs for my au that is made for myself and like 50 other people at best #Mav is such a suicidal bastard like… HE GIVES OFF LECLERC VIBES OK?! he’s emotionally wrecked and he’s a demon on track #icemav #top gun #top gun f1 au #delete later #don’t know yet guys #probably won’t cause it’s my baby but idk #Pete Mitchell #Tom Kazansky

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ask-richard-jackdaw · 9 months

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*a large package is delivered by a disgruntled snowy owl*

Richard,

In anticipation of Thursday, I wanted to send you some supplies. I brewed up some pepperup, wiggenweld and pain potions and invigoration draughts, just in case. I also packed some chocolates, for when you're once again able to enjoy food!

If you find yourself in want of company, or require help carrying supplies to the hotspots, do let me know.

Yours,

Elizabeth 🖤

My dear,

It's always a pleasure to humbly receive A letter from you on the rousing eve Of every Thursday when I am to turn I little more human: your presence to yearn.

It is true, Thursday is almost here and I've had such a wonderful time in the past month turning fully corporal once a week! I still hesitate to call it living since it is not permanent. I am, however, eternally grateful for even those fleeting moments I'm able to catch up on that which was stolen from me so early.

I must admit, I haven't actually met many students yet because I keep getting distracted on my way to the castle. It's either having some nice food at a friend's place and forgetting the passage of time, or my employer catching me in human form and giving me tasks here and there (I almost paid off that broom!), or running around and trying to see if I can get any period-appropriate clothing. Or at least an extra Hogwarts cloak — I still look like a 7th-year student! My family paid for my education that unfortunate year I lost my head so teeechnically I should still be eligible to finish my final year at Hogwarts? I should be sorting out all manner of paperwork but instead I worry about the colour of the cloak I want to wear once a week!

*Richard looks up from the letter to steal a glance at Elizabeth's portrait on the wall and then at the photos she took of him a while ago. His hair looks normal there but last Thursday when he examined himself in the mirror his hair still looked like ghost hair. No, it was not transparent but mostly white instead. Maybe ancient magic did not do it correctly that one time? Or maybe Richard focused too much on being a human and not on the details? But he rather liked that colour, perhaps because after decades of seeing himself as a ghost having white hair was in a way comforting. He would never admit to that, of course. Being human again terrifies him: if the papercuts taught him anything it's that his body is very much mortal. The topic of death starts becoming more and more unsettling to him as a result.*

I just looked at what you sent me and... Do you even know how wonderful and thoughtful you are? I will have to make sure to remind you of this every time I get the chance. I think the drawbacks of being in the land of the living are here to stay but at the very least now I do not have to be aware of that misery. You spent so much of your time just to brew those potions for me and I am forever in your debt!

And chocolate! Believe it or not, but I haven't had any chocolate yet, yours would be the first few pieces I've had in ages! Thank you!

*Richard whines a little looking at the sweets: he could almost taste her chocolate but he knows that it's just his memory acting up and he cannot actually taste anything. Still, the thought of trying them tomorrow warmed his undead heart.*

I think the potions will stay here in my secret room for now since I start feeling tired and sick closer to the end of the day. That way I can just stop by if I feel like I need some more energy. My Scribe managed to find some pillows and a blanket for my sofa last time so that pain relief potion will come in rather handy when the night falls: it'll actually allow me to fall asleep without feeling like my body is falling apart. At least I hope it wor

And I most certainly would love to visit some more people! If I don't get distracted by food again. Or fall off my broom again. I've also been dreading of going to the Olivander's to get a new wand... I feel so silly not being a ghost and only being able to cast basic wandless magic things...

Anyway, I hope our paths do cross tomorrow. Your potions will literally be guarding my sleep in the night. As for you being their creator, does that make you my... guardian angel? If it is not the case then I must assure you: you are a very talented, kind, and thoughtful witch, and I would choose your company over that of even the most beautiful of angels — for your beauty is the one I wish to behold not only with my own eyes but with my heart as well.

Yours forever grateful,

Richard

#richard jackdaw #hogwarts legacy rp #hogwarts legacy #cuffmeinblack #Elizabeth #[I am not sure I'll have the time for a proper rp]#[but the European timezone would probably already be asleep by the time I'm free]#[Still feel free to send in anything]#[I might do shorter replies on my breaks]#In anticipation of the #Real Boy Thursday

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L and Matsuda for 002?

-🎲

THANK YOU 🎲 ANON!!

How I feel about L: hhhhh sigh. hhh. sighhhshhshsiigggh. honestly? he's kind of like my favourite jumper. he's my number one comfort character ever and I came very close to crying in bed for days after he died. i am not 'typical about this man.

How I feel about Matsuda: he's such a cutie!! teehee!!! look at this silly fella who probably cuts his own hair!! giggling and kicking my feet cause he's funny and silly and would be a good friend doncha think?

All the people I ship romantically with L: Matsuda, Misa, Rie, other people's OCs (if they're shipped with him by their creator xD). Light deserves a mention because while I don't ship LawLight romantically I do think they're an iteration of the "red thread" trope because no matter what time, no matter what place, they'll write history together with a pen filled with their own blood in place of ink. that said I was genuinely surprised that so many people ship them just because I don't see it at all. I don't hate it, there's just nothing that clicks for me when looking at L and Light.

All the people I ship romantically with Matsuda: mostly just L, I've seen Matsu + Misa stuff but I think they'd be cuter friends.

My non-romantic OTP for L: Light 100%. You can't have one without the other. I can't explain all my thoughts about them without a whole post dedicated to it, but anyway, Light is my answer.

My non-romantic OTP for Matsuda: mentioned it above, Misa! They're two sillies and they're both :3 so they're besties and they've probably got matching friendship bracelets.

My unpopular opinion about L: he does eat normal food on a semi-regular basis. specifically, meat, usually I think steak. I hc him as anemic but also Watari wouldn't let L die or become malnourished and there's important things in food that you can't necessarily get in vitamins or tablets. and actually, as someone with anemia, I think L would actually have really strong cravings for rare or medium rare red meat when his iron is low and thus when he eats it he enjoys it.

My unpopular opinion about Matsuda: He's actually really smart, especially with humanities subjects. Just doesn't have great detective skills. A different career path may have been beneficial but he actually really believes in justice, probably more so than L and Light, and he actually QUESTIONS his own sense of justice which leads to more balance. he's such a great guy.

One thing I wish had happened with L in canon: he survived. and actually, I'd just really like to see him solve lots of cases. idk how many/if any he solved outside the anime but you know. a side series where he solves cases and explores the world and has tea parties with Watari would melt my heart.

One thing I wish had happened with Matsuda in canon: honestly I just wish we got to see more of him in general. I wish we got deeper into his character - into everyone's character, actually, they're all a little 2D and it's not just the animation - but yeah. more Matsu. how he works.

My L OTP: I'm not sure if I can pick one HAHAHHS I love all his relationships (well, my headcanons for them) from platonic to father and son to mentor and mentee to enemies together to lovers. yeah. I just like L LMAO but maybe Matsu. hm idk. I hear some people ship him with BB or Naomi and I wanna look into that.

My Matsuda OTP: lowkey L and Matsuda are one of my favourite ships. in Matsu's case I don't really ship him with anyone else so this is the only answer. some of you might have noticed that in my headcanons Matsuda plays Pokémon Go! and L is a Pokémon fan too... hmm... Also I like them cause they're both childish: like yeah L is always calling Matsuda stupid but does he call any other task force members stupid, even when they deserve it? no. arrogant child and silly child. even in non ship situations I think they're actually on similar wavelengths in a way.

My crossover ship for L: (platonic) Saiki K. you can't tell me they wouldn't be best friends come onnnn smnsndndm hehe

My crossover ship for Matsuda: I dunno actually...

A headcanon for L: if he has to wear shoes, he has to wear blue socks. not dark blue or navy, LIGHT, SATURATED BLUE. it's like neon ahhaha. there's little yellow flowers at the hem bits but his jeans cover them.

A headcanon for Matsuda: he doesn't like chips because they're too crunchy. he likes chips though. curly chips. YES I CALL BOTH TYPES CHIPS AND IT MAKES IT HARD TO DISCERN OVER TEXT SHSGYAYDH SORRY

#i read someone else's matsu and L hcs and i can't remember who but i think a little of that got into mine sorry #death note #l lawliet #lei chats #touta matsuda #ships #death note headcanons #lei's death note #lei's lawliet

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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The Copper Beeches pt 1

Like I said last time, this was one of my favourites as a child, so I assume that I'm going to remember what's going on pretty quickly. But then again, maybe not.

"To the man who loves art for its own sake, [...] it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived. It is pleasant to me to observe, Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth that in these little records of our cases which you have been good enough to draw up..."

Starting out with a compliment from Holmes to Watson here. Also not an arrogant one, as he follows this up by stressing that he feels Watson embellishes, although it is unclear whether he thinks Watson is embellishing the stories themselves or Holmes' abilities. So maybe not. Also, I like the fact being raised again the Holmes seems to prefer the weird little mysteries of life than the grand mysteries.

"you have erred perhaps in attempting to put colour and life into each of your statements instead of confining yourself to the task of placing upon record that severe reasoning from cause to effect which is really the only notable feature about the thing."

How dare you try to make the stories interesting with your Romantic descriptions of storms and your acerbic descriptions of people, Watson? How dare! It should only be a dry, factual account with no editorialising!

Lol.

"It seems to me that I have done you full justice in the matter," I remarked with some coldness, for I was repelled by the egotism which I had more than once observed to be a strong factor in my friend's singular character.

Oooooh... I'm not sure where Watson's coming from here, as I don't think Holmes has said anything particularly egotistical here. Maybe the bit about Watson choosing the cases that best show off his method? But even that doesn't strike me as particularly egotistical. He doesn't say 'you choose the ones that make me look best'. Perhaps I'm just not understanding the nuances of the Victorian language.

"You have degraded what should have been a course of lectures into a series of tales."

Holmes does not understand what the people want. I feel like maybe I can hear a bit of ACD in this part being irritated at the fact that his silly little detective stories are so popular. Although I believe this is quite early in the publication order, so maybe I'm just reading into it based on what I know of him later on.

Holmes clearly started out with a compliment, though, and then the conversation got away from him.

Sherlock Holmes had been silent all the morning, dipping continuously into the advertisement columns of a succession of papers until at last, having apparently given up his search, he had emerged in no very sweet temper to lecture me upon my literary shortcomings.

I guess Watson didn't see any of it as a compliment. Also - Holmes is reading the paper! Clearly for a specific purpose, but still.

"Pshaw, my dear fellow, what do the public, the great unobservant public, who could hardly tell a weaver by his tooth or a compositor by his left thumb, care about the finer shades of analysis and deduction!"

But you were just saying Watson should have written purely about the method... I guess your argument must be that he's writing for the wrong audience and he really should be writing scientific case studies about your methodology. Boredom does not make Holmes very generous towards the general public it seems.

"But, indeed, if you are trivial. I cannot blame you, for the days of the great cases are past. Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality."

This is such a melodramatic Holmes. I am here for it. "Watson! The criminals are all boring, Watson. There's nothing interesting left in the world, Watson! It's all downhill from here. I will never be entertained again!"

"It may turn out to be of more interest than you think. You remember that the affair of the blue carbuncle, which appeared to be a mere whim at first, developed into a serious investigation. It may be so in this case, also."

A serious investigation...

I mean, also yes, because they freed an innocent man, but still, it amuses me to see that referred to as a serious investigation.

And I can't resist an opportunity for goose giffery.

She was plainly but neatly dressed, with a bright, quick face, freckled like a plover's egg, and with the brisk manner of a woman who has had her own way to make in the world.

Violet Hunter is awesome and I'm really glad Watson wasn't particularly rude in his description of her.

"'That will do,' said he; 'I could not ask for anything better. Capital! capital!' He seemed quite enthusiastic and rubbed his hands together in the most genial fashion. He was such a comfortable-looking man that it was quite a pleasure to look at him.

OK, no. You haven't even said anything yet. This is creepy. Not comfortable, creepy. There are so many creepy men in these stories, I swear.

"'And what salary do you ask?' "'I had 4 pounds a month in my last place with Colonel Spence Munro.' "'Oh, tut, tut! sweating—rank sweating!' he cried, throwing his fat hands out into the air like a man who is in a boiling passion. 'How could anyone offer so pitiful a sum to a lady with such attractions and accomplishments?'"

That's ~£400 a month in modern money, so roughly £4800 a year.

But again, she has barely spoken in this conversation. What does he know of her accomplishments? I mean, he might have read her CV. But the fact he starts with 'attractions'. Methinks the man is not looking for a governess. Creepiness escalates.

"'This is all quite beside the question. The point is, have you or have you not the bearing and deportment of a lady?"

I mean, I know 1800s misogyny, but surely if you're hiring a governess you want them to... teach things. Not just how to stand up straight and walk with your shoulders back? I know deportment can also relate to manners and behaviour, but I cannot stress enough that pretty much all she did was walk into the room and he said 'that one'.

Not going to quibble with Miss Hunter about taking the job. More than double the income of her last job. And it's coming to her through the agency, so has at least the appearance of respectability about it. But she does have the good sense to think it seems too good to be true.

"'It is also my custom,' said he, smiling in the most pleasant fashion until his eyes were just two little shining slits amid the white creases of his face, 'to advance to my young ladies half their salary beforehand, so that they may meet any little expenses of their journey and their wardrobe.'"

This also makes me uncomfortable. And I can't tell how much of that is intentional and how much is coming from my 21st century brain seeing the paternalistic, possessiveness of 'my young ladies' and 'any little expenses'. I've got to assume that at the time there would at least have been a little discomfort from the condescension he seems to be showing here. But the attitude might have been so common that it might not have made any sort of impression.

I had a coworker once who used to refer to me by putting 'little' before my name. It meant I never liked or trusted him at all. I might have been the youngest person in that office and I might not be the tallest person in the world, but it was patronising and awkward and I never forgot it.

"As I was already in debt to my tradesmen, the advance was a great convenience, and yet there was something unnatural about the whole transaction which made me wish to know a little more before I quite committed myself."

I knew I remembered liking her.

"'One child—one dear little romper just six years old. Oh, if you could see him killing cockroaches with a slipper! Smack! smack! smack! Three gone before you could wink!'"

Uh... uhm... I...

"I was a little startled at the nature of the child's amusement, but the father's laughter made me think that perhaps he was joking."

Yeah, you and me both. The startlement, not the joking part. I think he's probably serious about that. (I do not remember the child in this story, although I remembered she was a governess...)

I think maybe you just want to think he's joking because you need money and £50 up front is an amazing deal.

"Your duty would be, as I am sure your good sense would suggest, to obey any little commands my wife might give, provided always that they were such commands as a lady might with propriety obey."

My 21st century brain says 'oh, this is a sex thing', even though I know it absolutely won't be. But still... this sounds like a sex thing, right? Like he and his wife are into governess kink stuff. It's like one of those ads that used to be on craigs list.

"In dress now, for example. We are faddy people, you know—faddy but kind-hearted. If you were asked to wear any dress which we might give you, you would not object to our little whim."

Ah, now I remember! Not everything, but I definitely remember the dress.

Still seems like a sex thing at this point, ngl. Which, no kink shaming, but you have to actually inform the person of what they're taking part in. That's called consent. It's important. You can write that down if you want.

"'Or to cut your hair quite short before you come to us?' "I could hardly believe my ears. As you may observe, Mr Holmes, my hair is somewhat luxuriant, and of a rather peculiar tint of chestnut. It has been considered artistic. I could not dream of sacrificing it in this offhand fashion."

Ah, echoes of the Red Headed League. Clearly she has to look a very specific way for whatever purposes he has for her.

"It is a little fancy of my wife's, and ladies' fancies, you know, madam, ladies' fancies must be consulted."

Ugh, this guy. I swear. He's like paternalism personified. Icky vibes all over him.

"'Do you desire your name to be kept upon the books?' she asked. "'If you please, Miss Stoper.' "'Well, really, it seems rather useless, since you refuse the most excellent offers in this fashion,' said she sharply. 'You can hardly expect us to exert ourselves to find another such opening for you."

Fuck this lady. She clearly has no concept of 'duty of care' and is driven entirely by capitalism. She just watched this weird little meet-ugly. And she's like 'well, if you don't take that job, I guess we won't be looking for anything else for you. So maybe you should just set aside your insistence on bodily autonomy and go with the creepy guy who seems to have a governess fetish and no understanding of informed consent.' Hello financial blackmail.

"Well, Mr Holmes, when I got back to my lodgings and found little enough in the cupboard, and two or three bills upon the table. I began to ask myself whether I had not done a very foolish thing."

I am very upset for her right now. I didn't understand her situation this much as a child. I got that she needed money and there needed to be a story, but I didn't get how dire Violet Hunter's position actually was. She has next to no money left and her place of employment has pretty much said that they won't give her any more work. No wonder she talks herself into doing it. I cannot blame her at all. Capitalism sucks and she needs to survive.

"'Dear Miss Hunter:—"Miss Stoper has very kindly given me your address, and I write from here to ask you whether you have reconsidered your decision. My wife is very anxious that you should come, for she has been much attracted by my description of you."

FIRST of all - Fuck you once again Miss Stoper for giving out her personal details to people. Fuck you very much. Just 'oh, hey creepy guy you can totally have her personal address'. Goddammit woman. You are the worst.

SECOND of all... 'she has been much attracted by my description of you' the more this guy talks, the more the sex vibes are pouring off this. I know it's not that. I know it would never be because this was published in 1892 in a mainstream magazine. But you cannot look at that sentence and tell me that it doesn't just shout 'sex thing' at you. I wish I knew whether any of that would have also been inferred by contemporary readers, or if it's just the modern viewpoint colouring it. But yeah... People had fetishes in Victorian times. Sex trafficking definitely existed in Victorian times.

"we have one belonging to my dear daughter Alice (now in Philadelphia)"

Is Alice in Philadelphia? Is she? Is she secretly buried under the floorboards? Or maybe she is in Philadelphia because she ran the fuck away from you. Also... place your bets as to whether Alice had short hair that was a 'distinctive shade of chestnut', wherever she may now reside.

"I confess that it is not the situation which I should like to see a sister of mine apply for."

Holmes is concerned. And I see an edge of his words about Mary Sutherland here, because he doesn't try to argue or change Miss Hunter's mind. Possibly because of his weird misogynistic view that you can't change women's minds because... I don't even remember. Although, what are her alternative options at this point... starvation?

"Mr Rucastle seemed to be a very kind, good-natured man. Is it not possible that his wife is a lunatic, that he desires to keep the matter quiet for fear she should be taken to an asylum, and that he humours her fancies in every way in order to prevent an outbreak?"

Here I do not agree with Violet. He did not seem to be kind or good-natured. He seemed creepy and patronising. Maybe this is just because I am reading from a modern perspective. Or maybe it's because I'm a woman reading this and a Victorian man wrote it.

Was ACD trying to convey a pleasant man and just didn't understand how creepy he came off? Given that we are meant to have a feeling of foreboding, that doesn't seem likely. But Violet Hunter is so insistent that he was a nice man. She mentions it repeatedly. But all I'm getting are creepy vibes.

It's possible this is just a man who thinks he's writing a nice guy, but is actually writing a creep without realising it. Or it's a guy deliberately writing a creep, and making his female character too naive. But she doesn't seem naive. She seems pretty on the ball, just desperate for money. My brain finds Violet's insistence that Mr Rucastle came across as a pleasant person difficult to reconcile. It seems further than her just talking herself into believing it because she needs the money.

And placing all the weirdness on the wife when you have only his word for her part in this seems rather foolish to me. But she's trying to justify the weird vibes as best she can, I guess.

"There is something distinctly novel about some of the features. If you should find yourself in doubt or in danger—" "Danger! What danger do you foresee?"

Please see aforementioned comments about sex trafficking and also remember that bit about the cockroaches. That was weird and a little bit serial-killer-y.

"At least," said I as we heard her quick, firm steps descending the stairs, "she seems to be a young lady who is very well able to take care of herself." "And she would need to be," said Holmes gravely. "I am much mistaken if we do not hear from her before many days are past."

Honestly, I think the bigger concern would be never hearing from her again.

If anyone I knew came up to me with a story like this I would just be 'Nope. Nope. Nope. I will give you money. You can live with me. Do not go to the Copper Beeches. You will never be seen or heard from again.'

I definitely remember more of this one. Not the fine details, but the broad strokes of the plot. But it is interesting to come at it as an adult and see the layers that I didn't as a child. I'm really enjoying it still, though. I'm glad I still like it.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Copper Beeches #long post #Miss Violet Hunter #It did always amuse me that her name is almost violent hunter #The weird sex vibes are strong in this one

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Your biggest fan | E.M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Anxious! Gn reader

Words: 1.1 k

Summary: You've always had a huge fear of speaking in front of others, and you've already tried everything to try to overcome it, imagining that people are naked, staring at a fixed point, but nothing seems to work. Maybe you should have tried Eddie's method much earlier.

Content warnings: Pet names, swearing, Eddie being a softy, reader is anxious, overthinking, my bad English and writing (this needs a warning too, clearly), fluff. I don´t know if something scape me.

Notes: The reader is not physically described, and I tried to make this gender neutral. Let me know if some part I messed with the pronouns or something.

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Today is the day, you have studied a lot for this presentation in science class, but you can’t help but be nervous. You don´t really like to talk in front of people, the simple though of that make you panic, all the eyes staring at you, your classmates whispering while you speak, maybe about the way you are dressed or making fun of your project.

You really have tried everything, imagining that the people are naked, looking at a fixed point on the wall, closing your eyes, but nothing changes, you still get petrified when is your time to walk in front of the class… You really wish teachers were more comprehensible about it, but they always say the same “you have to overcome this fear” ”when you get a job you will have to speak in front of other people”. You hated it.

Eddie is waiting for you outside your house for you to ride with him to school. As you enter the van you say a small “hi” while you give him a kiss in his cheek. “Hi sweetheart, how you doing?” you have tell him about this task the other day, and he knows you a lot, so with just a look of you he knows that this presentation is eating you alive, but he doesn’t says anything, not wanting to bring the subject.

“I’m… I’m doing good, just waiting for this to end” you say as you hide you face with your hands, you are getting frustrated with this, why something so silly is so hard for you? “Oh, love come here” Eddie embraces your body as he rubs circles in your back, is not really a comfortable position as you can feel the gearstick burying in your side. But you don´t care, you need your boyfriend comfort to get over this day.

You feel a little kiss at the top of your head and a little tap on your thigh “Come on love, I know that you hate being late to classes. But if you say the word to me, I will drive straight to my trailer so we can eat some pizza and be in the bed all day. It sounds like a plan to me” he stares at you while you pout with his words “Babe, don´t tempt me, I can´t fail this assignment” “I know, I know, let´s go baby” he taps again your thigh and finally start the car way to school.

The day pass painfully fast, leading you outside your science classroom with your hand nervously fidgeting with Eddie´s rings. Before you get to the door Eddie stops, putting each hand in one of your shoulders and squeezing you. “Darling, I hate seeing you like this. You are the most metal person I ever met, you fought with fucking interdimensional monsters, so you can with this, I know that for you is hard and I am not trying to minimize what you feel, but I know you, love, and I know that you will beat this presentation, remember that I will always be your biggest fan” He give you a lot of kisses in the top of your head while you hide your face in the crook of his neck, feeling its unique smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne that you would not change for anything.

“I feel like I can´t do it, I fear that I will walk to the front of the class just to embarrass myself in front of everybody” you feel a knot in your throat, but you cannot cry, Eddie has said it, you can do this. Slowly you separate yourself from Eddie’s body looking into his eyes “I love you baby, thank you for everything” you give him a big kiss and no letting him say anything you enter the room, trying to feel confident about yourself…

Nope, forget it, as you see all the eyes staring at you when you enter the room your throat starts to close making it difficult for you to breath. You slowly back off and run out of the class, bumping into your boyfriend's chest that was still waiting for you to close the door.

“I can´t do this, they will be going to laugh at me, I will be the school mockery” you say as you hide your face in his chest, trying not to cry. You hear a little chuckle, and you frown, you are obviously in distress and him is laughing of you? “Sweetheart, look at me” he put each hand at the side of your head making you look at him “You are overthinking this too much, you have done this a lot of times before this assignment, and you always get an A for your work. Just breath slowly and calm yourself baby, I know you can”.

“I don´t want to do this Eds, what if we go to your trailer and follow the plan you have said early?” you look at him desperately, but he shakes his head. “Love is too late to run of this, also, your teacher is walking to here and he already saw you” you sigh, knowing that he is correct, but the fear is still in your body, your body trembling with anxiety about the project. Eddie could feel it, he knows that you are almost crying and hate seeing you like this, so he mumbles a little “Fuck this” and hold your hand “Let’s go baby, you have a project to present, and I will be right in first line cheering for you”.

You don´t have time to answer as he pushes you to your seat, and he sits right next to you, not letting go your hand in any moment. The teacher enters the room and scans it with his eyes finding Eddie's indistinguishable hair among the students.

“Mister Munson this is not your class, so I’ll have to ask you to leave. Also, I have a feeling that you can't miss any more of your classes” he says looking exhausted of dealing with teens all day. “I´m sorry but this will be my class for today and I will not leave until it finishes” Eddie will not give his arm to twist, but unexpectedly the teacher just sighs and shakes his head “I can´t deal with this right now, do what you want as long as you don't interrupt my class”

Eddie is happy with himself, winking his eye to you and sending you a kiss, trying to distract you from what comes next.

When the time come, and you must present your project in front of the class, you do it looking straight to Eddie's eyes, that brown puppy eyes that look to you with so much love and adoration. You speak like your boyfriend is the only one in the class hearing you, and you do it without an effort gaining applause of you teacher as you finish your presentation.

You grin yourself and look at Eddie, maybe he will have to enter to your classes more frequently.

#eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x anxious reader #eddie munson x anxious!reader #anxious!reader #anxiety #eddie munson fanfic

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Hi there!! thank you so much for letting me do a trade matchup with you! it means a lot to me ^_^ and since you said that I can request another matchup for Alastor I’ll do it here right now! zacznijmy od tego (:

Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Hazbin Hotel please (part 2 with Alastor since you almost chose him LOL)

My name is Jaxrel but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Eden too! I’m Transgender (FTM), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im wasian (eastern european & west-southeast asian), polish, arab/iraqi/middle eastern, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, when I'm bored or feeling trapped, I become anxious, scattered, and impatient. I may make impulsive decisions or take needless unnecessary risks, I tend to enjoy strategizing, problem-solving, and brainstorming new ways to complete everyday tasks, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, im on the more severe of of the Autism Spectrum so I would like someone to acknowledge that and I also stim when I’m to overwhelmed when there’s a crowded place, to much lighting, etc.

Love Languages & Dates: I have all the love languages I'm serious lmaoo, for dates it would be like going to a movie theater and then afterwards we can go get dinner, or personal for me I would like to go to an arcade and the shop for a little and whatever my partner wants really lolz xP

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, I pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i hate kids but i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it, even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, even though hugging makes me uncomfortable i will push past that boundary and hug someone with all my heart if they needed it, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday for the past 12 years despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love you, you'll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid/regular producer, i rap, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, BABYMETAL, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), writing, learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals/music CDs and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it.

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, V系, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, hotels, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, any asian food (japanese, korean, chinese, taiwanese, etc), the mandela catalog, your boyfriend (game), roblox(scp 3008, get a snack at 3am, flicker), otome games and more!

these are some of my top kins!!: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars),miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), geto suguru (jujustu kaisen), nanami kento (jujustu kaisen), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), blade (honkai star rail), hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more....!

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), clumsy; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of “blow this popsicle stand"); prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, i love dancing a lot, I do a lot of dancing like tiktok (idk I’m so sorry😭) dancing, belly dancing, dabke dancing and more.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, sometimes wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i basically wear casual clothes too but can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as kimono style, jirai kei, decora, mori kei, cult party kei and more, i like wearing traditional asian dresses here and there, but the ones highlighted are the ones I wear mostly.

thank you so much again for this opportunity again! 낮이든 밤이든 좋은 시간 보내세요! وداعا الآن

Finally getting this posted even though writing has been quite draining especially with the things going on real life but I hope that you enjoy this story/match up with Alastor! 🤍

Hazbin Hotel Matchup: Alastor The Radio Demon

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✰- Author's Note: Another Hazbin Hotel Matchup remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Posted: 10/27/2023

✰- Story Contains: Alastor, Romance, Partner Alastor, & Sweet Moments.

✰- Word Count: 1712

✰- matchup is for: @averagetoyakinnie

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The radio demon never really bothered with love, of course he had a few people he cared about. But love? Alastor didn’t really care about it; that was until he started working at the hotel, he met you at first Alastor didn’t know why he found you interesting, but he did. Seeing how awkward you were made Alastor laughed - he would try his best to get you to come out of your shell around him. But he did find your shyness adorable, to the point that whenever meeting people Alastor would help you introduce yourself and make you feel welcomed to the hotel; or when getting something to eat with him and Rosie. Rosie also adored you and made sure to keep an eye on you whenever Alastor was busy. Once you are comfortable around Alastor, he could listen to you talk for hours about things you hate or like. He doesn’t mind that you speak loud; it lets him know that you are passionate. Alastor can match your silly and sarcastic energy which can turn into a game for the both of you. Seeing you be confident and straightforward makes Alastor grin ear to ear, he loves a partner that can stand up for themselves especially when he’s not around since Hell is a tough place. Alastor will do his best to make everyday fun for the both of you or give you some space so that you don’t feel anxious or scattered. He doesn’t mind if you are inpatient. Alastor will watch you help Charlie with her hotel, seeing you be able to solve problems in the hotel or demons that are causing them. He still thanks you for finding a way to get Angel Dust to leave him alone. His little busy bee, he knows what your thinking face looks like, the amount of times he has come home and kissed you because you gave him ideas on how to one up or annoy Vox made him happy. He doesn’t talk about you in front of Vox after messing with him. He doesn’t want Vox coming after you. So you two aren’t really seen in public so whenever you two are out it’s usually with a group or the two of you pretend to be friends so that Vox doesn’t use you against Alastor.

Alastor always tells you a joke, seeing you smile makes Alastor happy but hearing you laugh makes his heart flutter. He’s glad that you have a sense of humor because he also loves your jokes or seeing you be mischievous. The two of you are nosy; so the two of you know all the hotel gossip. This helps Alastor make deals with other demons. When he comes home; he will tell you things about the demons he made deals with. Alastor is your gossip partner, even if you sometimes enjoy gossip with Angel Dust. You still love having a cute gossip session in bed with Alastor. He even has juicy gossip about the overlords in Hell. Before dating Alastor he had seen you break a lot of hotel rules with Husk and Angel Dust. Whenever Alastor caught you and the two of you locked eyes. You would freeze in fear thinking he would tell Charlie. But he the demonic deer would only smile and put a finger towards his lips before walking away, he never told on you because he loves to see how sneaky you can be even if it means breaking a few rules. Even though Alastor doesn’t want kids, he knows that you would make a great parent because you have that fatherly side towards you. “ Thanks for the water (name) “ Charlie would say as the two of you work in the hotel garden. “ Thanks for listening (Name) “ Husk would say after drinking so much that he would go on a drunken rant about his old life while you helped him back home and into bed. Alastor could tell that you hide your anger, sometimes he wants you to release but other times he doesn’t want to force it; whenever you pop then Alastor will be there for you.

He could tell that you are autistic, he loves you and does his best to understand your condition. Seeing you stim is something Alastor takes notes on. If places are too crowded Alastor will get you out of that place. Alastor’s home doesn’t have bright lights. It's very dim at his place so you never have to worry about bright lights. Alastor doesn’t like seeing you overwhelmed so he will do everything in his power to make you feel safe, calm, and comfortable. You and Alastor know all the love languages. The two of you see a lot of movies together even if you both have different types of film taste. Alastor likes to cook dinner for you both. Tying his hair back and wearing a pink apron that has strawberries on it with the red letters that spell “ kiss or kill the cook “ you got it for him when you moved in. Alastor will cook your favorite meals or meals from his mother’s recipe books. But if you two do go out to eat. Alastor will take you to the finest restaurants. Alastor doesn’t really understand video games but he likes to watch you play; you got him into animal crossing….. Don’t look at his animal village. He hates this thought and fears it, here is what it is and why. You are caring towards others; always helping other people or animals. You have such a kind heart it makes Alastor wonder how did you end up in Hell, so if Charlie’s project does work then maybe you will get into Heaven - Alastor is unsure if he will ever get into Heaven, but if you do then Alastor refuses to date anyone else and will spend every night talking to the sky hoping you could hear him from Heaven. But those are just thoughts he has; he’s happy that you are by his side right now.

He won’t do anything to risk you not getting into Heaven. Especially if it’s something that you want. Alastor can see that fiery passion that makes him love that part of you always standing up for what you believe in. Even if the situation can be scary, he admires how brave you can be. “ I’m proud of you my dear. “ Alastor would place a kiss on your cheek. Alastor does spoil you a lot, he will buy you whatever you desire. He doesn’t like when you drink energy drinks like red bull but if you want then he buys it. “ Energy drinks are nasty, but I found a way to get you one, here you are my dear. “ Alastor said, placing the drink in your hand. Even Alastor doesn’t like sweets. He does keep his cabinet and fridge with some sweets for you. He gets you the best sweet treats, the only sweet thing he would eat with you, are strawberries and this because he grows those tasty little things with you. Alastor watches you a lot, so one time he watched you kiss the heads of all your plushies goodnight, when he asked why you do this; you told him just in case they are alive this caused him to roll on the floor while laughing. He finds it funny but also adorable that you do this. Sometimes when you aren’t looking he will use his magic to move one of the plushies when you kiss their head, this makes you think you are just seeing things but that was until you caught Alastor and chased him because of this. Even though Alastor is a mischievous trickster who loves to laugh and cause chaos sometimes his days aren’t wonderful his mental health wouldn’t be the best and he would lay in bed. You notice this so you would stay home and clean up the house, check on Alastor seeing if he’s ready to talk, and make his favorite meal. Alastor is grateful for all this and will hug you from behind before mumbling thank you against your neck.

Alastor could see that you still have humanity in you, especially the emotional parts of you. Whenever you two have a movie night and cuddle on the couch watching movies. You would cry at tragic or happy scenes in the movies. He always has a box of tissues nearby and would hug you close. Alastor doesn’t mind your hobbies even if he doesn't get some of them. You did kinda get him into video games like before he loves to play animal crossing but he does find horror physiology games interesting and will play them whenever he has free time, sometimes those physiology horror games come in handy with his victims. Alastor has tried some asian dishes with you. He finds Mandela Catalog interesting and is something he likes to watch with you at night in bed. You and Alastor sit in the window with you in between his legs and your back against his chest, watching the rain as his radio plays smooth jazz. Alastor finds it fascinating that you can speak six languages. He knows a lot of languages himself so the two of you have conversations in different languages to keep each other educated on these languages. With Alastor being taller than you because you are only 5’6 he teases you a lot but also likes to pick you up. But he knows that you are what is considered average height. He finds your fashion sense interesting, seeing you in new and different outfits. He always compliments you and will go out of his way to buy you the outfits you want, even if you two go shopping and when you look in the mirror at an outfit that is on display he will get it for you. His favorite outfit to see you in is your Victorian goth outfit. He thinks you look breathtaking. Maybe sometimes he will match with you only if he is up for it. Alastor loves everything about you and will never leave you behind or put you in harm's way. He didn’t bother with love but now that he has met you, he will always bother with it.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin matchup #alastor x reader #alastor #alastor the radio demon #everlast answers☕#everlasting writes🪻

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practicingbushiho · 9 months

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Doma Art Party 2023 Afterword

So, I think maybe it might be corny for me to do something like a thank you or an open letter or an afterword so to speak for an art party. And normally, I think I'd have not bothered. But considering this was my first ever attempt at hosting one, and that it was for a deeply important experience in my life...I believe it to be warranted here.

I am happy to say that the art party was to my eyes, a wonderful success. It was nice to experiment with the idea of having a more activity-oriented art party, and I have a good idea of what to do next time to improve on the formula without feeling overwhelming; after all, art parties are ultimately for vibing and hanging out; and boy were we.

And yes, many kisses were had, and the goodbyes were bittersweet; but not sad. And thus, I will give thanks. More below.

Thank you to everyone that helped me celebrate something very important to me. This last year has been a whirlwind for me, in mostly rather wonderful ways. I finally managed to finally let go of some of the things that were haunting me, I was more easily able to reconcile with, accept, and grow from my past. I picked up the pieces of a lot of parts of my life I didn't feel I had agency in, and it was all because of what I felt playing through Hien Rijin's story arc in FFXIV Stormblood. It was great fun to organize, and It was really nice to be able to celebrate that in some way with all of you-- some of which I'd never even met beforehand. I am just. So floored that people wanted to hang out and chat; thank you for handling my tech clumsiness and multi-tasking fails with such grace.

Thank you to everyone that WANTED to be there but couldn't for some reason or another. Thank you to my friend Bri (twt @tenchijins) who helped me craft prizes and coordinate during parts of the event (the shout chats were SO helpful)-- and for being a wonderful rp partner. You are so fucking smart and cool and you love birds so basically you're an angel. Thank you for everything the last couple months. You helped me better understand a part of my identity that I feared facing for so long, and because of it I am happier than I'd ever been about it all.

Thank you to @findenyan and @itsmeowlee for being so active in twitch chat and bein' cute an' funny catboys it was nice to see. Thank you also to @windup-dragoon for hanging out with us on day one (all the kisses to u my friend), Kiri is always a treasure to witness, and @dareva for being so insanely supportive of both my XIV works AND my original comic progress. I hope you are around for years to come.

Thank you to my roommate Cobalt who is the only reason I could even do this, because he was the one that helped me afford to renew my sub, which I didn't realize expired that day before the event. Oh, and also because he has literally been the sole reason i've been able to afford to survive the last couple of years. Hope to be free of it soon, brother! hahaha~

Thank you to @mythiclings for always showing me love, you were one of the biggest reasons I got the courage to start posting my Hien fanworks. And I am so glad that I did.

(Speaking of that, we did this cute little doodle together a little while back that I now have permission to post :'3 Look at these silly guys!!)

Ahem. And then thank you to my roommate aka ShandeeDay. If it weren't for you, i'd have never been able to play FFXIV from the first-- not even to consider all the times you've saved me from the street in my 20s. I love you, man. You saved my life. I would take a bullet for you.

Finally, to all of the people both old and new who have shared my work, shared their work with me, made things with me and just in general showed their support in my presence-- I thank you. Also some of you write some hilariously cute shit in tags. I adore you.

Sorry this was so long. But it was definitely worth writing. I plan to do another next year around the Lunar New Year in March 2024, provided I have no cons to attend. I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!! 0/

Love and Peace, and to tomorrow. - Shane (and the four other idiots piloting his brain)

#doma art party #im not putting this in main tags but #i really am just. blown away #its not even that high a bar tbh im just happy some of yall had a good time. <3

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bringbacktim · 8 months

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Reposting this on here because I just re watched season 11 of taskmaster and I love Greg Davies so enjoy I guess (feel free to request any greg Davies fics)

Dressing room- Greg Davies

Warnings: use of degrading words(slut, whore , cockslut etc) , dom and subs, use of the word pussy )

Not edited or proofread

Wc: 706 words

It was a well known fact that Greg Davies and Y/n Y/l/n were dating , so when it was announced she was going to be a contestant on taskmaster everyone knew it was bound to be invasive and hilarious

The contestants alongside her this season were : James Acaster, Mike Wozniak, Sarah Millican , and Joe Thomas. ( my absolute favourite contestants + a few)

Y/n was excited to see her boyfriend pretend to be mean on TV ( it turned her on let's be honest)

She had been a little bratty towards Greg these last few days and it was definitely going to show in this episode

They barely spoke backstage before going onstage which was unusual, and she knew she was going to pay for it later

After all the introductions and weird/funny monologue that Alex does it was time for the prize task , this episode it was 'sneakiest thing' and she thought it'd be funny to bring in something of his from their house just to see his reaction

James brought a dog mask with his new book 'James Acaster's guide to quitting social media' hidden behind it for publicity. This earned him 4 points

Mike Wozniak brought in a pen which he got Greg to sign a piece of paper saying "Well done for your five points", telling Greg that it was for Tseikna Engsith doing well on a test. It was then revealed that the pen Greg used was a spy pen and recorded Greg reading the sentence out loud. It was then revealed that Tseikna Engsith is an anagram of "Sneakiest thing". He received 5 points

Sarah brought in a knock knock joke with parts of the answer hidden in people's pockets: Sarah in Greg's pocket, Pinhead in Mike's pocket and Millican in Joe's pocket. She also got Alex's wife to mail her two of Alex's socks which she was wearing. She also received 4 points.

Joe brought in a fake Oxford Dictionary containing a Pearson's Mini Dictionary. He received 2 points.

Finally , Y/n brought it in a pair of trousers from his dressing room , which backfired because he knew they were missing. Earning her a single point for the idea

"This is so unfair, how could you of possibly known" she sulked

"I'm the boss , people tell me things" he said with a serious face

"Just be glad I didn't bring what I was originally planning to" she said with a devious smirk

"I already know what you're talking about and I'm so glad you didn't"

The first few tasks were shown on screen and the couple shared a few little arguments and banter between them , as Greg said his farewell to part one he went back to his dressing room hoping for her to be there as well

He was in luck as he pushed the door open and there she stood

"You think you're so funny , don't you?" He said clearly angry

"Probably because I am" she said back like a school kid

"Don't think you'll find it funny when you can't walk after the break because I've fucked you silly over this vanity" he said taking a stride over to her

"Is that a promise?" That was the last straw before he grabbed her hips in his hands and roughly bent her over the vanity and stared at her through the mirror as he stripped them both of their trousers

"God I forgot what a whore you are for my cock " he said feeling how wet she was as she hummed in response knowing if she opened her mouth a moan would come out

"Your pussy is so greedy , always wanting my cock pounding you , don't you?" He questioned already knowing the answer

"Yeah that's what I thought, now you're going to stay quiet like the cockslut you are while I punish you" he said hoping this would be over quickly so they wouldn't get caught

#taskmaster #greg davies #alex horne #sarah millican #james acaster imagines #mike wozniak #joe thomas

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