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tidymalism · 2 years

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Moving into your first place and don't know what to get for your kitchen? Here are all the essentials you need to be able to cook basic meals and hang out with friends and family. Download the free PDF checklist for easy reference!

#solo household #living alone #first apartment #kitchen organization #kitchen essentials #printables #adulting

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omgahgase · 1 year

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anakin: how old did you say you were?

din: thirty-four, sir

anakin: ah, another concerningly large age gap between yet another child of mine and their partner

luke: dad, don't say it like that! din isn't some old bag of bones

anakin: no, i suppose not

han: hey, this old bag of bones can still move! how else did you get a grandson?

leia: oh force help me

anakin:

padme: anakin, put the knife down

#anakin tries to kill han at least once every week #din is still getting used to the skywalker-amidala household #leia has stopped trying to defend her husband #it's too much work at this point and anakin needs to get his exercise in #star wars #din djarin #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #han solo #leia organa #ben solo #dinluke #hanleia #anidala

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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And Then This Happened

Because Namjoon LIVES to give the Jeon-Parks hell. He's OWED. They HAVE IT COMING.

And he'll take a Hobi down with 'em if he has to.

Namjoon is for once NOT in the middle, he took the Koo spot in this little 2018 redo, he knows serious shit is coming so he intends to ENJOY THIS. Ten years of Namjoon in the Middle and we all knew payback was coming. Enter this face:

Is he really upset, though? ARE YOU, JEON JUNGKOOK?

This face is not angry sad pouty Koo. This face is "Babe hey babe. We've discussed this at some length and I know some of those songs are about me. I know you're nervous about them being heard. I am cool with this so I have not invaded your work space. But babe, babe, I am here to bust your balls in public. Look, I'm sitting waaaaayyy over here making you apologize ON CAMERA and you can't do anything about it lol" And Namjoon knew this. Was probably there when Hobi heard "the other" song. One that Jimin told people they could watch him record. Not the important one, apparently. A whole OTHER one. Which Jimin quickly has to specify because he has possibly promised that the important one is only heard by one person not involved in its production in advance.

It's cute and it's one of the truly funny moments of this Festa dinner that will go down in Bangtan lore as "but are they on hiatus or not" (they are, stop redefining actual words, Hybe) but one thing, to me, is certain:

This is not the face of a surprised man. This is the face of an entire brat. A whole tease, even. A whole baby with a new touchup to his JM tattoo. Make of that what you will.

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akitasimblr · 1 year

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4TH HOUSEHOLD: AGGI + COLT + DRU + MARIGOLD + RUNA

wait there!!! two positive first impressions with a first crush?! this is double combo 😉

it was too soon to celebrate... on the other hand, colt and xavier spent 1 sim hour talking about... EAphones, i think...?? 🙄

look, marigold WAS TOTALLY mocking him. she was copying his manners and i really thought he was going to be mad... but no? 🤔

he definitely decided to go be mean some place else and poor aggi was the last target. i really hope he will apologize the next round! 😠 and by the end of the day he decided this was another worst day EVER...

@simsinfinitylt @bakersimmer @solis-legacy @wastelandwhisperer @noeyinthemist

(if you don't want me tagging you in each post your sim appears, let me know, please! no worries if you don't, notifications can be a nightmare sometimes 😉)

#harperbachelorchallenge #xavier harper #hbc:firstimpressions #colt michaud by simsinfinitylt #marigold miller by bakersimmer #runa solis by solis-legacy #aggi chavarria by wastelandwhisperer #dru briney by noeyinthemist #oof! first impressions over ;)#round one starts tomorrow with household one and the other contestants as club gatherings #but more focus on the H1 contestants with group dates and solo dates!!

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starcrossedjedis · 1 year

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✨ "Illicit Affairs" ✨ - a Star Wars Fanfiction {Jacen Solo x Tenel Ka Djo}

Jacen had always been able to see right through Tenel Ka's reserved facade - to find the fire that betrayed the emotional, passionate woman underneath. Now it seemed like the burden of ruling had killed that spark. Or maybe she had gotten better at hiding herself from him. The thought hurt more than he cared to admit.

"Forget it." He forced a smile. "I've missed you too much to fight with you now."

Set directly after the war against the Yuuzhan Vong. Tenel Ka visits Coruscant on an important diplomatic mission. Jacen thinks the time is right to finally tell her how he feels, but the Queen Mother comes bearing news that will once more pull the rug from under the young jedi.

(Just a little snippet from a German fanfiction I started writing sometime around 2005, 2006ish. Had a half ironic re-read last night and was surprised to find that I actually kinda enjoyed it. It certainly had its "early days" hiccups, but I was completely engulfed in the overall drama, the delicious mutual pining and was left like "WHY DID THIS BITCH STOP UPDATING?" when I reached the end xD)

tagged: @victoriapedrcttis @sgtbuckyybarnes @eddiemunscns @curious-kittens-ocs @heirsoflilith @stachedocs @mystic-scripture @drbobbimorse @alicent-hightcwer @akabluekat @harleyquinnzelz @susiesamurai @asirensrage @arrthurpendragon @darknightfrombeyond @bravelittleflower @kingsmakers @foxesandmagic @elmunson @chrissymunson @emilykaldwen @bisexualterror @darkwolf76

#swedit #star wars #star wars fanfiction #jacen solo #tenel ka djo #star wars legends #my graphics #my writing #I wanted to make a cover #but I'm on vacation and can only edit on mobile #so this was a good as it got ^^#it's been so long #they've been my Star Wars OTP for over two decades now #and no #we don't talk about canon in this household.#HE'S ALRIGHT OKAY??? 😭

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youfought · 2 months

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❛ travel is never without risk. ❜ @valkyrd

"nothing in this life is ever without risks, i've learned."

bow and quiver rest on your right shoulder, as you turn to glance at the priestess, the valkyrie, the woman who looks behind wavy auburn hair covering clear eyes. you know little about gwyneth berdara, other than what nesta has told you- which is not much, for nesta is reserved of her friend's life, and you respect it. still, what you know is enough to understand why she would be aprehensive of such a long journey. you wonder, for a moment, how can someone withstand being locked behind a barricade of books for days and nights, when does fear become your own prison, one you covet and craddle.

still, gwyneth looks like she wants to spread her wings into the world, and you smile as you offer a curt nod of your head, "i know you must think i have lost my head. perhaps i have. but i need to do this. if the high lords won't lift a fucking finger to help their people, then i will. just like you and nesta want to do."

in another life, you think, gwyneth would have made a fine archeron woman, "once i have reached sangravah, i will send you a letter. it...uh, it may not be written by me, because i'm not particuarly good at that yet," not that you will ever be, most probably, "but i'll let you know if i found the children," your smile dares to become more than a mere tug of your lips, and you take the valkyrie's hand, "until we meet again, gwyneth, please, take care of my sister."

#valkyrd #FEYRE GOING ON A SOLO JOURNEY ACROSS PRYTHIA TO HELP PEOPLE POST WAR? a concept #anyway hi we love gwyn in this household :)

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izzyizumi · 2 years

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Digimon Adventure: [2020 Reboot] ~ 4th Ending Theme Featuring Characters: Koushiro[u] Izumi (Koushiro “izzy” Izumi in U.S.) + Tentomon + IZUMI FAMILY APARTMENT / HOUSEHOLD

“Blue skies, the ends of the ocean

There’s a tomorrow that NO ONE KNOWS about.”

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babylonbirdmeat · 2 years

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Also writing fiction is hard for me because I almost have to channel a character which requires me to be in an Altered State of some kind (Bout of madness, energy drink, sleep deprived) and as I learned last time, sometimes I summon an actual dude *gestures at Graham*

I don't like playing god or treating characters like dolls much outside of dressup

#rutena speaks #I think the only times I really enjoyed Sims 3 was when I had solo households #And laser focused on a lifetime wish

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ofdragonsdeep · 2 years

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17: Novel

Ar'telan makes some unusual decisions in the wake of Eden's Promise.

The Scions were many things to the Warrior of Light. They were stalwart companions, a steadying influence, a source of knowledge and protection both. They were friends true, and in one case even more than that.

They were also, apparently, the only thing stopping him from doing some uniquely stupid things.

When he had heard Mitron’s story, standing between the Ascian and the girl whose soul he seemed to covet, he had felt his heart move in sympathy. The most pressing concern, naturally, had been protecting Gaia and Ryne, but he had felt Mitron’s pain so clearly. To be trapped in a twisted shell, flooded with the antithesis of your entire being, keeping just enough of a hold on yourself to know it was wrong, to know that help could have come for you but chose not to. He still remembered the pain of the Light eating away at him, crawling through his skin, held back only by Ryne’s grace. Emet-Selch could have saved him, too, though it made far more sense that he did not in Ar’telan’s case. For Mitron…

Once Gaia was safe, and she and Ryne out of the immediate zone of danger, Ar’telan had reached out to him. Though he knew that Mitron was his enemy in every conceivable way, though the chance of reaching him so slim, and the chance of helping him far slimmer, he could not walk away.

And now he sat in Ahm Araeng, looking at the miniature version of Eden that had followed him out from the final encounter.

“You can’t stay on the First, you know,” Ar’telan said. The construct hovered, unmoving, giving no indication that it had understood his signs. “Gaia deserves to be free of it. To grow up without the burden of history.” The tiny Eden moved up and down in the air, but it could just as much have been blown by the breeze as anything else. “...I’m going to take you back to the Source with me. There’s no reason you can’t travel through the Rift. I suppose you must be used to it, even. Disembodied Rift travel.” He was met with the typical response, and he sighed softly to himself. He was no stranger to hare-brained schemes, given his role in the grand scheme of things, but moving an unresponsive aetheric construct between worlds in the vain hope that it might, maybe, contain a soul… that was a new one, even for him.

The Scions would not like it. In fact, he had resolved not to even mention it to Gaia and Ryne, who would like it far less, in the circumstances. Maybe when he had confirmation that he actually was doing what he thought he was doing, he would tell them in retrospect, even though by then it would be far too late for them to say no.

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It was strange to imagine that a journey between worlds might be uneventful, but such was the case with his travel from the First these days. He stepped out of the Rift and into the Syrcus Trench, and held up the little Eden. It hovered at eye level, the spear in its hand at perfect height to poke, and yet not doing so. Part of him worried that he had done precisely what Ardbert and his friends had done all those years ago, and trapped Mitron once more in a horrible living death, unable to cry out or even react. But he had to concede that the more likely outcome was that there was simply no soul in it at all, even if it had spontaneously manifested shortly after he had promised Mitron that he would try.

He walked back to the Rising Stones, found a table set apart from the noise, and placed the little Eden atop it. It hovered there in placid acceptance of its fate, and he frowned at it. He had, perhaps, saved a soul, but how was he to get it out? He could not exactly ask an Ascian. Even though he still hoped that some part of Elidibus remained in the Crystal Tower, none of his visits had ever received a reaction from the imposing crystal edifice. Emet-Selch was dead, which quite precluded a conversation. Gaia remembered little of her time as Loghrif, and would, Ar’telan had surmised, quite like to remember even less than she already did. Lahabrea and Igeyohrm… He grimaced at the thought of it, of even being in a position where he would ask Lahabrea of anything, but the both of them were dead. At least, he thought they were. Igeyohrm for certain, trapped in auracite just as Nabriales had been, but Lahabrea…

Well, he would not ask Lahabrea even if he were still somewhere, holding fast.

What did you do with a wayward soul? The Ascians had taken bodies, but Ar’telan did not much fancy digging up a corpse for Mitron’s spirit to repurpose. The Sundered could not possess the living even if they wanted to, he thought - or was that the black-masked subjects? Either way, it was off the table. It was a shame that the clones Emet-Selch had spoken of, disturbing as the thought was, had been destroyed by Estinien and Gaius during their foray into the Capital.

No, that was it. Clones. Garlemald did not hold a monopoly on the idea - there had been plenty of empty shells in the Crystal Tower. And though he did not fancy his chances of convincing either of the two versions of the building to yield their secrets, there was one other place he could go: Azys Lla.

“I hope you appreciate this,” he told the floating construct. Silence, as ever, was his response.

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Though Ar’telan had attuned to the artificial aetheryte at Helix, he did not trust it, and so he took himself to Ishgard and persuaded the Ironworks engineers there to let him charter a small airship. It was not the first time he had done such things - Ardashir still lurked within Helix, researching the Anima Weapons, and necessity had taken Ar’telan and the Scions up to the floating island chain more than once. He felt a little guilty that he did not even get asked his reasons, but he could hardly have told them the truth regardless.

It was a strange journey up to the Aetherochemical Research Facility. He hated the place, a horrible, humming nightmare of Allag crowned with twisted statues of Meracydia’s gods in monument to the Eikons they had caged. Little good had come of the place so far, to Ar’telan’s reckoning, keystone as it was for so many of the horrors of his journey in recent years. But if anything, that only made him more hopeful that this would work. He would claw some sort of positive from the gravesite of Allag’s ambitions, somehow. He would make it serve a purpose in doing the world some good.

His walk through the halls was eerily quiet. The only sound was the plink of his boots on the metal walkways, even the miniature Eden hovering beside him not making any audible noise. He walked past specimen tanks long empty, through halls stripped of automated guardians, and made his way on instinct towards the heart of the facility. He could tell a terminal from a databank at this point, though he could do little else of note, and so he poked at each interface he passed until one of them told him something.

<<<CLONE PRODUCTION BANK>>>

[Days since last use: {ERROR:: CORRUPTION}]

Welcome, Royal Scientist!

Begin Process? Y/N

The data, replete with errors and scrambled words, displayed itself on a screen above the terminal. Ar’telan made a cautious pass through the field to ensure he would not be shocked for his troubles, then poked a finger at the “Y”.

Some of the terminals had required auditory input, which had left him asking those he had journeyed with for help, but this one seemed satisfied with a button push. He was presented with a screen listing a variety of possible configurations for the soulless body the machines would build, and rather than think too hard about the terrifying implications of it, Ar’telan selected the first option in every column and pressed “go”.

The great machines behind him whirred to life. They were powered, he had been told, by solar energy - a number of the processes in the complex were run from captured light, mostly the core functions. The caged Eikons had been powerful, but had not provided energy that could be used for power, precisely. Apparently it had once synched to the Crystal Tower, but any functions that ran from such things had died with the Empire.

He wondered how the scientists must have felt, up on Azys Lla, when the Empire fell. Safe from the great calamity that had rent the earth to pieces up on their airships, but also doomed regardless. No supplies would reach them, their security measures would gradually fail, and there was no exit that would not lead ot a land descended into anarchy. Ar’telan despised Allag, but he pitied the individual cogs in their great war machine nonetheless. It was a terrible way to die.

[Process complete!]

[Repeat: Y/N?]

Ar’telan jabbed his finger firmly onto ‘No’.

[Shutting down.]

With a hiss and a scraping of metal, one of the machines behind him creaked open and spat out… something like a person. They were entirely naked and covered in slime, and though they did appear to be breathing, they were not moving. Indeed, they fell face first onto the metal tile and lay there, as good as dead to the world.

It was, in a word, repulsive.

“Well… There you go,” Ar’telan said to the miniature Eden, which did not move. With a sigh, he walked over to the breathing corpse, and put the tiny creation in the air above it. How did an Ascian move from place to place? Perhaps it was easier when they were conscious. Was the construct conscious?

Feeling exceptionally silly, Ar’telan tugged the crystal of Azem from where it sat pinned to his neck scarf. It could summon people, or shades of them, from one place to another, so it stood to reason tha tperhaps it could move a soul out of one container and into another. And wasn’t that all these strange things were? Containers for a life that grew beyond them?

Emet-Selch would have been highly displeased at such an unorthodox use of his final gift, but from all Ar’telan knew of Azem, that only made it more in character.

This will work. It will. It has to.

He held the stone against his heart, and wished.

There was a blinding flash of light, erupting first from the stone and then from the body in front of him. It subsumed the tiny construct entirely, and was so bright he had to shy away, holding his free hand up to his face for protection. Hopefully he had not accidentally summoned a friend on top of a naked clone, because that would be exquisitely hard to explain.

The light faded to the sound of coughing. Ar’telan lowered his hand cautiously, and saw the clone curled up on the floor, hacking vat liquid out of its lungs. Cautiously, he took a step forwards, one hand on his scholar’s codex as if he had any idea how to help with fresh clone woes.

“Are… you ok?” he asked, unsure if whoever had been shoved unceremoniously into the body - Gods, he hoped it was Mitron - could even ‘hear’ him. Did Mitron have the Echo? Was that gift awakened with the Convocation Crystal?

“I- hurk- think so,” said the clone. The voice had a pitch that was hard to place, and the face frowned. “Did you… design this on purpose?”

“No. I just… just pressed the first button I saw,” Ar’telan admitted. The clone pushed themselves into a sitting position and grimaced.

“Well, all the relevant bits of me seem to be intact,” they decided. “At least, I think they are. Hang on.” There was a moment of concentration, then a ripple of aether that was so decisively Ascian it made Ar’telan step backwards on instinct. When it faded, the clone looked - it looked like Mitron.

“It is you,” Ar’telan said, relief filling his whole body at the realisation. Mitron raised an eyebrow.

“You… weren’t sure it would be?” he said, and Ar’telan grimaced.

“You didn’t talk back. I wasn’t sure,” he replied. “The… The Tempering. Zodiark. Is it still-”

“To be honest, I think I’ve died in five different ways since I was Tempered now,” Mitron said. He frowned slightly. “There was a droning in my head, but… I know the Light is gone. It hurt, the light. But I’m so used to all this… all this noise. And some of it was quiet, too. Little whispers. I… Gods, did I kidnap that girl?”

“Gaia. Yes,” Ar’telan confirmed. Mitron grimaced.

“Not my finest moment,” he decided. “I… Gods.” He put one hand to his skull. “Everything is dizzy, I can barely think. This body barely knows how to breathe. I’m not sure I remember how to breathe.” He looked up at Ar’telan then, uncertainty in every line of his face. “...Thank you. For…” He raised one hand in front of his face. “...Saving me? I think. Saving me.”

“I’ll take you back to the Rising Stones, if you like,” Ar’telan offered. “Even if you’re still Tempered, the protections on it won’t let you enter if you are. Tataru will have… have some clothes for you. Um.” He knelt down, pulling his pack from his back and rifling through it. “I don’t know if it will… fit you, but I’ve a spare robe in here somewhere. For the journey back.” Mitron blinked in confused acceptance at the idea, watching Ar’telan paw through his belongings until he pulled out a robe, holding it out to the Ascian. Former Ascian. Ar’telan wasn’t entirely sure just yet.

“...Thanks,” Mitron managed, pulling the robe over his head. “I… Why? Of all the things I’ve done to you… to your friends… none of them were kind. I know we never met before my… accident, but I’m an Ascian. I’m… You’re the Warrior of Light. Why?”

“You were hurting. I wasn’t going to leave you to suffer,” Ar’telan replied, shrugging at the question. “I won’t give up on anyone. Not my friends, and not my enemies. Especially now I know what Zodiark did to you.” He sighed, getting to his feet. “Besides, I made Elidibus a promise.” Mitron made a surprised noise, but accepted the hand that Ar’telan offered him.

“...It doesn’t sound so horrible as it used to,” Mitron said, testing his balance uneasily. “The idea of… being saved. By Hydaelyn’s… no, you’re not her servant, are you? Not like we were for Him.”

“No. Not really,” Ar’telan agreed. “I had about as much choice as you did, though.” Mitron made an unhappy noise at that suggestion.

“Well. I suppose we’ll find out where choice puts us, won’t we?” he remarked. “I owe you more than my life. I owe you my sanity, my self. I don’t know that I can ever repay that… but I will try. This I swear.”

“You don’t need to promise me anything,” Ar’telan assured him, a slight smile on his face. “I would have done it regardless.” Mitron laughed at that, pushing an uncertain hand back through his hair.

“I suppose you would have done, at that,” he agreed.

#ffxivwrite2022 #warrior of light (solo story)#we ignore canon character death in this household #Although Mitron has one hell of a lot to apologise for #I suppose he will pay in fish

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