Potty Changes

This is a pack of mods that change the way Sims interact with potties. They're basically separated parts of Baby Toddler Mod (some of its parts) by simler90 and Toddler Potty Fixes (all its parts) by twojeffs, with some improvements and combinations with other mods when conflicts were unavoidable.

Only the maxis potties are affected by these mods: Tinkle Trainer 6000 Potty Chair (from the base game) and Lil' Angel Potty Chair (introduced in FreeTime). Custom potties aren't affected. In order to apply changes to them, one has to edit them manually.

Update (5 Jun 2022): Fixed jump bugs caused by simNopke-immediatePottyTrainingFinish while potty training a toddler on the base game potty. Please redownload that file.

Immediate potty training finish mod

With this mod, a Sim who potty trains a toddler finish their interaction right after the toddler has mastered the potty using skill. Originally, a trainer waits for the toddler to finish using the potty.

If you have a pre-release mod named twojeffs-wootsRightAfterPottyTrainingFinished, delete it before you install this mod.

Nannies can potty train mod

makes nannies able to potty train toddlers. Originally, nannies freeze when an untrained toddler has low bladder and there's a potty on a current lot;

makes Sims unable to try potty training toddlers who aren't present on the lot. It can happen only if you use mods that allow toddlers to be out-of-lot;

in the fullPottyUnlocked version, makes Sims able to potty train toddlers on potties that aren't empty. Originally, toddlers can use full potties but other Sims cannot use such potties to train toddlers.

Use only one version at a time.

Both versions of this mod are exactly the same as the versions of my pre-release mod: simler90-nanniesCanPottyTrain and simler90-nanniesCanPottyTrain-twojeffs-fullPottyUnlocked. If you use any of them, you may simply change its file name.

No potty interruption by queue mod

With this mod, toddlers ordered by a player to use a potty will no longer quit this interaction if they have another one in their queue.

It's also incorporated in the potties get dirty mod – do not use them together.

Potties get dirty mod

With this mod, full potties:

are considered dirty and therefore they can be cleaned by maids, housekeepers, and butlers;

decrease the environment score of the room they're in;

in the alwaysUseBin version, are emptied only by using a bin. Originally, a toilet is the first choice.

Additionally, toddlers ordered by a player to use a potty will no longer quit this interaction if they have another one in their queue.

Use only one version at a time. The no potty interruption by queue mod is a part of this mod – do not use them together.

Uninstallation note: after you uninstall this mod, dirty potties will be still decreasing the environment score even after cleaning them up. You'd have to buy new potties in their place in order to fix it.

If you have pre-release mods named twojeffs-simNopke-pottiesGetDirty, twojeffs-simNopke-pottiesGetDirty-Mog-useBin, or twojeffs-wootsRightAfterPottyTrainingFinished, delete them before you install this mod.

Conflicts

Do not use the no potty interruption by queue and potties get dirty together. See their descriptions above.

Do not use the immediate potty training finish or no potty interruption by queue mods with Toddler Potty Fixes by twojeffs. My mods are basically parts of that mod.

The nannies can potty train mod must load after:

Baby Toddler Mod by simler90,

Playable and Improved Nannies by LazyDuchess,

Play Group Phone Service by ChrisHatch,

Toddler Potty Fixes by twojeffs.

Do not use the potties get dirty mod with:

Empty Maxis Potty Chairs Using a Bin by MogHughson – it's a part of the alwaysUseBin version of my mod, use that version instead;

Toddler Potty Fixes by twojeffs.

Credits

BellaDovah Ciastko jfade (The Compressorizer!) Niiice Pants! Creators of SimPe

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Loki Fic Recommendations

For those who don't know, I have a side blog where I post fic recs, @maple-seed-reads

However, I haven't had much time recently to read, I've been focusing on writing instead. Therefore the queue on that blog is currently empty.

I've been feeling a little guilty about that so I decided to make a post here highlighting my favorite authors. I'm linking my favorite stories but you should check out their blogs/masterlists because they all have a variety of stories, if you don't like my suggestion there's probably something else there that you will.

Some of these authors have 18+ content, please respect their tags/notes.

@maiden-of-asgard is currently on hiatus. Her story Frostbite (18+) is widely known but I'd be remiss if I didn't mention it just in case. I'm also in love with the in-progress It's Rotten Work.

@grufflepuff-writes-stuff has a series of soft fics called Loki's Lullabies, which currently has 251 entries. Yes, you read that correctly, 251. Three digits. If you put a gun to my head and asked me to choose a favorite I would still have to change my mind a dozen times, so I'm going to say Cast the Shadows Away and leave it at that. Rest assured, virtually any sweet, soft flavor you are craving can be found somewhere in that series. (Also, those looking for 18+ recommendations should read Catch Fire, Burn the Stars)

@writingfics-passingtime and @just-another-blog-of-fluff, JJ and Jessa, are the dynamic duo of tickle fics. Even if you're not particularly into tickling (I'm not) you should check them out. Their stories are well-crafted and definitely worth the read. Very fluffy, sometimes a little serious, always sweet and wonderful. Favorite from JJ: Understanding Favorite from Jessa: A Startling Realization (I just realized both of those recs are 10k+, if you want shorter fics they have those too.) BONUS: Last year they collaborated on a Christmas fic, A Reason to Celebrate

@munsons-maiden has shifted focus to Eddie Munson, but her Loki fics are still here. You may have to fiddle with the url due to blog name change but it's worth it and not difficult to do. Favorite: Like He Does

@michelleleahhh has an incredible enemies-to-lovers slow burn called Broken Crown (18+) that's filled with mystery and intrigue.

@give-me-a-moose is also on a writing hiatus. You should check out her series, By Hook or by Crook (18+), I am so in love with how in love those two characters are.

@cake-writes has a couple spicy in-progress series that I'm excited for. Dutiful Disaster (18+) is one I recommend if you want to see a couple dummies who think they hate each other but actually obviously don't.

@sarahscribbles has many fics worth reading but my current favorite is Dancing With the Devil (18+), it is a wonderful blend of sweet and spicy.

@silver-tongued-bby - I don't typically read AUs where Loki isn't an Asgardian god, but something about her fic Trouble (18+) drew me in. If you're looking for something different she has several AU fics to check out.

That's all for now. If you think you know something I'd like based on this feel free to drop it in the comments. One day I'll get around to reading again, lol.

What’s your ao3? I wanna be ready to read your Vicki Vale Mayoral Fraud fic when it posts

lol well, sorry to disappoint, but it ain't gonna happen!

My AO3 is maniacsmaniac if you want to look at it. I don't have much on there, especially in terms of completed works, but you're more than welcome to look around and read what I do have! I always love reading comments!

But yeah. I'm not going to actually write a Vicki Vale Mayoral Fraud fic, sadly. In fact, I have no intentions of writing any sort of DPxDC fic nor of posting any. I like making these prompt posts. But I have no intentions of actually writing anything with any of them beyond the initial prompts. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the enthusiasm and support! I think there is plenty of story potential with exposing Vlad's illegal actions and fraud! I actually do find politics interesting and so playing with them in fictional universes is very fun for me! But I simply do not have the time and mental bandwidth to actually commit myself to writing such a fic.

I come up with ideas all the damn time! Fic ideas, story ideas, individual scenes, interesting ways to explore and dig into characters... But I would never get anything done ever if I pursued all of them! I enjoy making up story ideas. But I simply can't get to them all. I've already committed myself to too many of them! Therefore I have pretty high standards for what story ideas I will pursue to actually write. I won't pursue a story idea where I don't have an idea of the ending. I won't pursue any story idea that would take too damn long to tell (unless the queue empties out). And I pretty much won't pursue an idea unless it's the kind of idea that drills into my head and I can just stare at a wall for hours thinking about it. I just don't think that DPxDC ideas are going to spark that for me. I have yet to find a DPxDC story idea that absolutely MUST be pursued and that would and could only be told by me. I enjoy making ideas for this fandom. But nothing that I've come up with feels like something that only I can make. There hasn't been anything that scratches my brain in just the right way for me to go like, "You are all WRONG! HERE'S how this will go!" I like informing and spreading information and building ideas off of my knowledge in this space... But I don't feel any need to actually pursue them. And that's why I enjoy making prompts. It's a low-pressure way to make fic ideas, and hey. If I get lucky, maybe someone will actually do something with it! I'd like to see someone else make it, but I have no strong feeling to make it myself. I wouldn't really bother sharing if I wanted to pursue it myself. I would just start working on it and maybe share some WIPs. But that's not what I'm doing here.

So yeah. I'm not going to be actually writing a Vicki Vale exposing the corruption in Amity Park fic. I like Vlad, but I don't especially care about Vicki Vale enough to want to write an entire story in her head. I think that the DPxDC fandom is interesting to observe and study, but I don't feel the kind of frustration or passion for this fandom that makes me want to write fic. It just doesn't inspire ideas in me that Must be pursued. So I would rather pose the idea, and if you're interested in it... Well... You're welcome to take it and actually do something with it! I would love to see! In fact, if you make something with any of my ideas PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show me it! But otherwise... Eh. I'm good. But hey! If you're reading this and aren't aware, I did make a prompt for that idea over on my blog where I actually make my own content over here! Feel free to use that prompt to make your own work if you desire! You're more than welcome to! I just wanna see the end result!

However I have also been thinking of making a follow-up post to that one... But again, it would just be a single scene prompt or something along those lines. :/

Hiii, just popping in to say how much I love your Sobbe queue and how happy I am that you do those!! My tl would be so much more empty without sobbe if I didn't follow you. You're the best for keeping them so alive and sharing all these beautiful posts of them 🥺 If I was able to I would say a million times thank you to you!! ❤️❤️

Ahhhhh, hello lovely, thank you!!!! 💕💕💕💕 I’m so glad my queue is bringing others joy as well. It takes very little effort and makes me happy too!! I have a gazillion other interests, but sobbe still own my heart and therefore MUST be present on my blog 😂😍😂😌.

You’re welcome!! And I have no plans to stop as of yet. Have a wonderful day!! 💖

An Update + Farewell

Mutuals, if you've been wondering where I've been for these past few days and what's going on, here's the situation:

My blog was banned on February 22nd. Just completely out of nowhere with absolutely no warning whatsoever. The reason for my ban? According to the email I received back, I had been "flagged by automated security controls". However, I had committed no violations of the terms myself, and I still strongly believe that it's no coincidence that I was slapped with a ban after I had reblogged content pertaining to…certain subjects which might make a certain person angry.

I did send another email explaining that I believed I was wrongfully terminated, and eventually my account was restored about 24 hours afterwards.

Unfortunately, the damage has already been done, and therefore, after recovering my account, backing it up and establishing some new profiles elsewhere, I feel like I've been left with no choice:

I am leaving Tumblr indefinitely

I won't stand for another day of hostile climate being created on this site, and while I initially thought I would be able to weather out the worst of it, my account being terminated for a reblog I made was the FINAL FUCKING STRAW for me. Even though I have since deleted the reblogs as a precaution, I'm not confident that this post itself won't incur the same penalties, and I cannot in good conscience stay silent on the matter when it pertains to ongoing real-life political hostility.

I don't know if I'll ever come back, but for the time being, it's doubtful. Not until I personally see some significant change in site experience and an apology to the people affected by this blatantly bigoted and Orwellian banning spree. My blog on here was my only consistent presence on any kind of social media, and without it, I feel like I've lost something. I have been on Tumblr since 2012 and on this account specifically since 2017, and now I must throw everything away and abandon ship. But nothing could convince me that it's worth staying now.

In the meantime, can only assure you, my mutuals, that I'm alive and well and have much to look forward to in my real life. Any further posts you see from me will be from emptying out the queue, not actual activity.

If my blog is still here tomorrow, I'll be deleting this post and compiling a list of means to contact me if you want to stay in touch. It won't be a very long list, but hopefully it'll be enough to know that I don't plan on letting them win.

Farewell.

– Alex

How to travel from Aalborg to a Workshop in Paris

Book flight from Aalborg Airport at 12.45 arriving at Charles de Gaulle Airport 17.00. Two SAS flights, with a 2 hour stop in Copenhagen.

Make an agreement with your colleague to arrive at the airport 2 hours early since it will be a busy travel day and this time is the general recommendation of the airline.

Arrive late because of a slight delay of the train to the airport. 10.25 instead of 10.19. This is inconsequential, but indicative of things to come.

Find the airport almost entirely empty.

I try to go straight through security, forgetting to check in my rucksack as luggage. Be gracefully allowed to back-track out of security.

Wait in queue for a while at a check-in counter. Notice automated booths. Pick the first one from the left.

Fight the touch-screen to put in flight information. Select options to print boarding pass and luggage strip.

Get only luggage strip.

With the rucksack checked in, proceed through security.

Find your gate and wait there. Aalborg airport is bright and spacious, nicely furnished with a ceiling lined with beautiful wooden beams.

Be informed that the slight will be delayed from 12.45 to 13.10.

Look at planes through the large windows, notice that even at the time of boarding there is no plane at our gate.

Be informed that the plane is unable to land because of strong wind and will be returning to Copenhagen.

Get a text message informing you that a new flight will be booked for you.

Get an e-mail saying you have to book a new flight.

Follow the other passengers out of the secure part of the airport and wait in queue at the information desk.

Your colleague receives a new booking while in the queue. He can therefore get a boarding pass printed at the service desk.

The new flight is due in Paris at 22.20. SAS flight to Copenhagen. The rest of the way is through Air France.

Get informed that once there, we are to collect our second boarding pass from the Air France desk at the airport.

Wait 10 minutes to get a new booking of your own. Happily it is the same flight.

Wait in line and ask clerk for boarding pass. Be instructed to use the automatic check-in booths. Say that the first one from the left does not work. Get helped through the same process on second check-in machine from the left.

It prints boarding passes, but they come out mangled.

See that the third machine from the left is glowing in a sick red colour, indicating it is out of order.

Get a new boarding pass from the fourth machine from the left.

Go through security.

Fret about arriving late; discuss options for where to get dinner.

Be informed that we have been moved to another SAS flight, charted specially to make up for the cancellation.

Find boarding pass on phone. The weather is now fine.

Arrive in Copenhagen without further incident.

Copenhagen airport is crowded and noisy, with no maps available anywhere.

Fight an informational touch-screen to find the Air France offices. It has a habit of delivering directions in laggy 3D graphics, that often involve going straight through the floor onto another level.

Fail to find Air France on the screen. Ask at information kiosk.

Be told that there is no Air France representation at Copenhagen Airport. That the clerk in Aalborg should have known this.

Be advised to contact the Aviator offices, since they are responsible for Air France at the airport.

Be told to simply show up at the designated gate, since our name is on the flight.

Find dinner. To do this, you have to give up your concept of personal space. However, the curry is excellent.

Find the gate and await boarding.

As soon as clerks appear at the gate desk, ask them to confirm that you will be on this flight.

Be told that you will not be on the flight. You have been booked for it, but not assigned seats. There is no space left on the plane.

The time is now 19.55.

Ask about checked-in rucksack. No seats or anything else is in the system. Just names.

Be instructed to contact the SAS offices for assistance.

Find the SAS offices.

Be told there are no more flights to Paris on this day. Be given hotel rooms to stay the night. The flight tomorrow is 8.25. Boarding at 8.05. The hotel is only a one minute metro ride away. Two stops.

Be asked if you need your luggage for the night. It contains toothbrush, deodorant, shaving kit and spare clothes so the answer is yes.

Be instructed to collect your rucksack at luggage Belt Number 3.

Ask for directions. End up at a series of gates. Ask for directions. Be pointed the "exit" signs.

Belt 3 is mostly empty, so it is conveniently quick to see that the rucksack is not on there.

Talk to Aviator baggage claims. Find out that a luggage item was in their care and arrived on Belt 3 half an hour ago. Time passes in a blur, but this seems to track.

Check belt again. New luggage is now arriving, but the rucksack is decidedly Not There™

Ask for a Luggage Irregularity Report slip. When asked, inform clerk that you arrived here with SAS. Be told to file the report at SAS in this case.

SAS clerk will deny that it is their company's responsibility, but will be entirely helpful in resolving the issue regardless. After calls between SAS and Air France you will be told to wait 15 minutes.

Wait 15 minutes. Your luggage has been entirely lost track of. People are driving back and forth to check.

Wait another 10 minutes.

Fill out Irregularity Report while your colleague double-checks Belt 3. Your luggage is most likely misplaced in a corner somewhere and in the event that it is found, it will arrive either at the Charles de Gaulle airport, or at your hotel in Paris.

The time is now 22.35. Proceed to the airport hotel.

Find the metro station. Find it to be closed for repairs, with a sign that says to take the metro replacement busses.

There are no signs pointing to the corresponding bus stop. The revolving door at the exit is broken. Backtrack to find an alternative exit.

Find the bus stop for shuttle busses. Find the bus stop for metro busses just in time to see the revolving door get fixed.

When the bus comes, it takes 10 minutes to get everyone on board. The engine struggles unde the weight of its age and the passengers alike.

Notice that the bus is suddenly reversing into a parking lot and turning around. It was going the wrong way after the first stop. Get off at the second stop.

The time is now 23.01.

Check in to the hotel quickly and easily. Agree to meet in the lobby the next day at 6.45.

Set alarm to 6.20: "Alarm set for 6 hours, 59 minutes from now."

Breakfast is extremely good. The metro is running as normal in the mornings. Find your plane without incident.

Arrive in Paris. Take the train to the workshoæ.

Do not push your luck, and spend 10 minutes more walking the last distance instead of dealing with the busses.

Arrive just as the last session starts.

All Quiet on the Western Front (2022)

"Germany will soon be empty"

For a handful of years after college, I never read a book. I obviously had to read things in everyday life, but the most progress I made in any single book was getting halfway through American Psycho before putting it down for three years. By the way, that book gets batshit disgusting in the second-half stretch, and makes me shudder at the thought of a rat as much as the book our film of the day was based upon.

When 2022 rolled around, I thought about what resolutions I could pretend I'd follow through on. Exercise, diet, all the usual ones you give up by the Lunar New Year (January 22nd this year, I had to look it up). After looking at the near empty bookshelves in my office, I thought 'why not start reading books this year?' And a resolution was born, and I'm proud of myself for reading 12 titles total, one per month, before Christmas. My last book ended up being Stephen King's It. A book so thorough in it's set-ups, themes, and length (1100 pages, go fuck yourself Stevie) that it made me hate the 2017 movie adaptation and its sequel after revisiting them. For the record, I think the TV movie with Tim Curry is a better adaptation of that story.

I kept today's movie in my Netflix queue forever, waiting to get done with It and move to this title so I had a chance to read the 1929 novel before seeing the most recent adaptation (apparently there were 1930 and 1979 movies made about the book). 159 quick pages breezed by, and I finally sat on my bare mattress, with the sheets in the wash, to watch Edward Berger's 2017 offering.

When I was reading All Quiet on the Western Front, I realized I was becoming the very thing I rolled my eyes at for years: people who can't stop telling you how much better the book was than the movie. Even when I was a kid, I loathed the classmate that talked about how much better the Harry Potter series was than the films. Yeah, shithead, we all read them and yeah, asshole, they were mostly all more detailed and richer than the movies. Except Order of the Phoenix, yeesh that book is a slog to finish. Snooze city.

Therefore, I'm not going to spend much of this review talking about the differences between All Quiet on the Western Front (2022): the book and the movie. I'll save those points for the end if anyone is interested in reading the major ones I noticed. With that out of the way, let's get on to the review--

First, the movie is all in German (as it should be) so make sure you're in for 2 1/2 hours of intently watching this film. I have no idea if there is a dub available since I know Netflix likes to do that sometimes, but please don't watch anything dubbed. Just read the damn movie, it's so much better when you don't have to suspend belief when words don't match moving mouths.

This movie follows a group of bright-eyed, young adult German recruits enlisting in the army during World War I, sent to fight in the trenches on a path to Paris in what they believe will be three days long. They are subjected to the brutal, grim, unforgiving reality of trench warfare and beaten down from idealistic teens to emotionally dulled war fodder. It is realistic and critical of its depictions of combat, war politics, and loss.

I'm a big fan of war movies, and was always fascinated with World War II history like every young white boy who couldn't fight to save his life. However, I had not researched World War I as much but was fascinated with the release of 1917 and was looking forward to this film, expecting it to be another vicious depiction of The Great War. And fuck was this movie heavy and took a more Hacksaw Ridge approach to the violence.

The cinematography in this movie is perfect in my opinion. The trenches and battlefields are constantly muddy and fog mists down and blinds the viewer and soldiers from the terror hiding within. These scenes are countered with the warm-lit luxury of political leaders' offices far from the front lines, and French countryside. I've seen some complaints about the movie feeling dreary and depressing. Uh, yeah that's the point. Nobody claims Saving Private Ryan is too dreary because it's the fucking point.

The acting, all by German actors I've personally never seen before, is also great. I swear the lead actor Felix Kammerer who plays Paul is just the German version of the kid in 1917. Albrecht Schuch is fantastic as Kat, who ends up having the closest bond with Paul. Everyone else is decently well-rounded or just play their character trope before being horribly killed, frankly.

I liked the addition of the political storyline headed by Daniel Bruhl negotiating Germany's terms of surrender (although refusing to say it). I thought is was a good underline of the movie's theme that government and politics think of soldiers as means to an end and second priority to their own desires.

There's nothing I can really mention that could have been done better in this movie. While it was an important part of the book, maybe they didn't have to show the scene of Paul stabbing the French soldier half to death and watching him die in a crater. That could have taken the 2:30 hour runtime and cut it down to 2:15 by cutting that alone, which is a bit more palatable of a runtime. I'm annoyed by the recent wave of movies with 2:30+ runtimes that really have no business being that long. Marvel, I'm looking at you in particular.

Overall, this is a very successful war film, a decent adaptation of the source material, and a movie I'm sure will garner a few awards.

All Quiet on the Western Front: 8.2/10

Now, for those of you interested in differences between the book and the movie, and what I thought of their choices, here we go-

The major difference I noticed is the removal of the plotlines where Paul goes on leave to visit his family and when he serves as a prison guard, and when he and Kat lie in the hospital. Instead, they have written out the political storyline of the generals hammering out details of surrender, and giving background on the mustached general who eventually sends off the troops on a fools errand at the end of the movie. Personally, I liked the political storyling to emphasize the disconnect between the government and it's soldiers, but I think the book did it the better way.

In the book, it shows not only the disconnect between the leaders and men, but also the soldiers and their families, neighbors, and fellow citizens. They've been through so much shit they can't function normally in society, and begin feeling sympathy for their captured enemies. I think that would be a bit more interesting than the film's choices. If you haven’t read it, I recommend you do so.

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Fortunately, JavaScript arrays implement this for us in the form of the length property. algorithms (sorting, using stacks and queues, tree exploration algorithms, etc.). A common additional operation for collection data structures is the size, as it allows you to safely iterate the elements and find out if there are any more elements present in the data structure. Data structures: Abstract data types (ADTs), vector, deque, list, queue. Again, it doesn't change the index of the other items in the array, so it is O(1). Similarly, on pop, we simply pop the last value from the array. As it doesn't change the index of the current items, this is O(1). On push, we simply push the new item into the array. Therefore, we can simply implement the operations of this data structure using an array. Fortunately, in JavaScript implementations, array functions that do not require any changes to the index of the current items have an average runtime of O(1). First node have null in link field and second node link have first node address in link field and so on and last node address in. which is head of the stack where pushing and popping items happens at the head of the list. In stack Implementation, a stack contains a top pointer. You will use only one C file (stackfromqueue.c)containing all the functions to design the entire interface. The objective is to implement these push and pop operations such that they operate in O(1) time. A stack can be easily implemented using the linked list. Part 3: Linked List Stack Implementation Using Two Queues Inthis part, you will use two instances of Queue ADT to implement aStack ADT. This fact can be modeled into the type system by using a union of T and undefined. If there are no more items, we can return an out-of-bound value, for example, undefined. The other key operation pops an item from the stack, again in O(1). The first one is push, which adds an item in O(1). StdOut.java A list implemented with a doubly linked list. js is the open source HTML5 audio player. The stack data structure has two key operations. js, a JavaScript library with the goal of making coding accessible to artists, designers, educators, and beginners. We can model this easily in TypeScript using the generic class for items of type T. Using Python, create an implementation of Deque (double-ended queue) with linked list nodes.

Linked list stack implememntation using two queues 261 code#

So deleting of the middle element can be done in O(1) if we just pop the element from the front of the deque.A stack is a last-in/first-out data structure with key operations having a time complexity of O(1). I encountered this question as I am preparing for my code interview. The stack functions worked on from Worksheet 17 were re-implemented using the queue functions worked on from Worksheet 18. Overview: This program is an implementation of a stack using two instances of a queue. Here each new node will be dynamically allocated, so overflow is not possible unless memory is exhausted. Using an array will restrict the maximum capacity of the array, which can lead to stack overflow. You must use only standard operations of a queue - which means only push to back, peek/pop from front, size, and is empty operations are valid. The advantage of using a linked list over arrays is that it is possible to implement a stack that can grow or shrink as much as needed. empty () - Return whether the stack is empty. We will see that the middle element is always the front element of the deque. Stack With Two Queues (Linked List) Zedrimar. pop () - Removes the element on top of the stack. If after the pop operation, the size of the deque is less than the size of the stack, we pop an element from the top of the stack and insert it back into the front of the deque so that size of the deque is not less than the stack. The pop operation on myStack will remove an element from the back of the deque. The number of elements in the deque stays 1 more or equal to that in the stack, however, whenever the number of elements present in the deque exceeds the number of elements in the stack by more than 1 we pop an element from the front of the deque and push it into the stack. Insert operation on myStack will add an element into the back of the deque. We will use a standard stack to store half of the elements and the other half of the elements which were added recently will be present in the deque. Method 2: Using a standard stack and a deque ISRO CS Syllabus for Scientist/Engineer Exam.ISRO CS Original Papers and Official Keys.GATE CS Original Papers and Official Keys.

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10 for the hug prompts with JonMartin? 🥺

touches prompt list

10 - hiding their face in the other’s neck

a no-fears au where jon and martin are in an established relationship! cw for nausea and a brief mention of vomiting (doesn't actually occur)

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Jon doesn’t do roller coasters.

It is not, despite what Tim says when he thinks Jon isn’t listening, because he’s a, quote, ‘old man at heart’ and doesn’t know how to have fun. In theory, Jon is actually rather fond of roller coasters. He’d watched a documentary once about the design of them, and it had been rather fascinating.

It’s not because Jon doesn’t like roller coasters. It’s…

Well. It’s probably more accurate to say that roller coasters don’t like him. Specifically, his sense of equilibrium and his digestive system. Pills help somewhat, if he remembers to take them, but the fact of the matter is that he’s much more likely to leave the ride with a feeling of intense nausea than of exhilaration. He just… gets motion sick. No way around it. He always sits in the front seat of cars, ensures that he’s in a forward-facing train seat at all times, rarely travels by boat, and… avoids roller coasters.

The fact that he is currently standing in the queue for a particularly large and particularly frightening-looking roller coaster is not, therefore, due to his overwhelming love for them. It is instead entirely due to his overwhelming love for the man standing next to him, eyes bright and excited as he explains the history of this particular roller coaster. His hand is warm and soft in Jon’s, and their clasped hands swing absently back and forth as they slowly inch forward in the queue. His curls are a shock of auburn against the sky, and when he laughs and squeezes Jon’s hand, Jon forgets his anxiety entirely for a moment, lost in a wave of affection and fondness.

“—and because it’s the twenty-fifth anniversary of the ride,” Martin says with a wide grin, “it’ll be running backward today! Well, all season, I- I suppose, but we’re here today, so…”

Jon has never been on a roller coaster that’s traveled backward. It does… not sound appealing.

“That’s… very exciting,” Jon says with a smile, trying to make the words sound as genuine as possible. Because he is a coward. Or, perhaps, just very in love. Maybe both.

It’s just… Martin had been so excited when he’d dropped the amusement park tickets in front of Jon a few weeks ago. And in the four months or so that they’ve been dating, Jon has found it increasingly hard to say things that will cause that wide, unabashed smile on Martin’s face to dim even in the slightest. So Jon had discretely taken several motion sickness pills before they’d left that morning and had told himself that there were plenty of other things to do at an amusement park besides roller coasters and spinning rides and other things that make it their personal mission to tie Jon’s stomach into knots.

And then Martin had spent the entire train ride rambling about the various roller coasters and how he’d always wanted to go to an amusement park but he’d never been able to find the time or the money before and how he’s never been on a roller coaster but they look so fun, and Jon just… hadn’t been able to tell him.

It’ll be fine, he tells himself as they finally reach the front of the queue, the brightly colored cars sitting empty in front of them. It’ll be… completely, totally fine. Nothing to worry about.

They sit a few rows from the front. The click of the restraints makes Jon’s stomach squeeze with nerves, and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He doesn’t realize that he’s gripping the bar in front of him with white knuckles until Martin says gently, “Hey. Is… everything okay?”

No, but it’s certainly too late to change my mind now, Jon does not say.

“Yes,” Jon says, loosening his grip with considerable effort. It’s fine. “Just… b-been a while since I was on one of these.”

Technically not a lie.

“Oh!” Martin gives him a soft smile that makes his heart stutter in his chest. “Well, it’ll be a… new experience for both of us then, I suppose.”

The car jerks into motion, and Jon’s hands tighten instinctively on the bar again. It’s a… disconcerting effect, to be moving backward rather than forward, and one that Jon is decidedly not fond of. They exit the staging area and begin to climb up the first of the many, many hills Jon had eyed warily from their place in the queue. Jon looks straight ahead and does not look down and tries to breathe through his nose.

A warm hand covers his, and Jon looks over to see Martin watching him, that same soft smile on his lips. Martin squeezes gently, and Jon relaxes, just a fraction.

Then, the car tips over the peak of the hill and begins to accelerate, and Jon’s world blurs into a mess of colors and sensations.

The only part of the ride that Jon enjoys is the fact that it’s over quickly. By the time the car rolls to a halt—after a terrifying sequence of loops and drops and harsh curves and tight spirals—Jon feels as if his insides have been scooped out, stuffed in a washing machine, tumble dried, and then pushed back into him at all the wrong angles. Martin’s hand is still gripping his, somehow, and it remains there as they exit the car and make their way down the ramp and into the main thoroughfare. Jon’s legs feel boneless, like they’re made of jelly, and he is deeply afraid that if he opens his mouth, he is going to empty the contents of his stomach onto the pavement below.

Gentle hands are on Jon’s shoulders then, and Jon finds himself guided onto a metal bench just a few meters away from the exit ramp. Jon tries to protest that he’s fine—they have limited time here and he doesn’t need to take a break—but his stomach rolls and he pinches his lips shut before he manages to form a single word. When a hand settles on his upper back and presses down gently, he finally gives in to the urge to bend over and tuck his head between his knees in an effort to alleviate some of the lingering vertigo.

“Breathe, Jon,” Martin says, and Jon does. He takes a few deep breaths, and when a particularly powerful wave of nausea overtakes him, he can’t help the groan that escapes him. “I know,” Martin says softly, moving his hand in soothing circles on Jon’s back. “Just keep breathing, Jon. We can get some water in a bit, just… for now, let’s sit.”

Jon is too nauseous to be properly embarrassed by the coddling. That situation changes quickly as the minutes pass and Jon’s stomach begins to settle. After what must be nearly ten minutes, the nausea has faded entirely, but Jon keeps his head between his knees so he doesn’t have to look at Martin’s face.

“Feeling any better?” Martin prompts, and Jon lets out a slow breath. He nods once, and—with the help of Martin’s hand on his arm—straightens slowly, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground as he does so.

“Sorry,” he says, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear him over the din of the crowd.

“You don’t have to apologize for- for feeling sick,” Martin says. He rubs a thumb against Jon’s arm and says, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- I didn’t think… it would be this bad?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jon sees Martin give him a look that very clearly expresses his skepticism.

Jon sighs and puts his head in his hands again. “I just… didn’t want to disappoint you, I suppose.”

Martin is, of course, sharper than Jon gives him credit for sometimes. “Because I said I’d never had the chance to go on a roller coaster before?”

Jon nods miserably. “I-in my defense, I thought you would start with something significantly less… gravity-defying.”

“Jon,” Martin says, kindly and patiently yet with a chastising edge to it. “You could have waited by the exit.”

“I—I didn’t…” Jon feels the tips of his ears grow warm. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

“Oh,” Martin says, his voice pitched a touch higher than normal. “That’s… um, r-really sweet, actually.”

Jon is glad that Martin can’t see his face because he’s sure whatever expression would have crossed it just then would have been utterly sappy and mortifying.

“B-but I—I don’t want you to make yourself sick on my account,” Martin hastens to say. “There are loads of other things to do here. W-we don’t have to ride the roller coasters.”

Jon uncovers his face and looks at Martin. “But you want to ride the roller coasters.”

Martin worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he says, “I… also want to spend time with you, Jon. D-doing things we both want to do, not… not just me.”

Jon stares at Martin and thinks, not for the first time, that he loves him. But it’s still too early to say it, probably, and he’s certainly not going to do so sitting on a sticky metal bench surrounded by children and tired-eyed parents. So all he says, in the end, is, “If… if you’re sure.”

Martin takes Jon’s hand in his and squeezes gently. “I am.” Then, he gives Jon a wide, soft smile that has Jon’s stomach twisting all over again. “So. What do you do at amusement parks, then?”

Jon flushes. But Martin doesn’t laugh at him when he mumbles that he’s actually quite fond of carousels. Instead, he takes Jon’s hand and walks with him across the park—staying away from the more crowded sections, stopping to buy some horrendously overpriced bottles of water on their way—until they’re standing in front of the carousel, painted in lovely pastel blues and yellows.

Jon, for a moment, feels self-conscious and more than a bit childish. But then Martin squeezes his hand and says, without a hint of teasing, “So, what animal do you prefer?” and the tension in Jon’s shoulders melts away in an instant.

Jon learns that Martin likes the classic horses, manes painted gold and plastic saddles a bright cherry red. (And Martin is entirely unsurprised to find that Jon chooses the cat, every time.) He learns, as they continue to explore the amusement park, that Martin likes caramel apples but hates how they get stuck in his teeth. (He purchases one anyway, rolled in peanuts and little rainbow sprinkles, that gives Jon a toothache just looking at it.) He learns that Martin does not appreciate his explanation that the monsters on the haunted house ride are ‘just dummies’ and ‘obviously fake’ and ‘really, Martin, that’s not even the correct number of bones in a human skeleton.’ (Though he secretly treasures the way that Martin clings to his side in the car and hides his face in Jon’s neck, his curls tickling the sensitive skin just underneath Jon’s chin.)

And Martin, apparently, learns that Jon is strangely good at midway games.

“You know those things are totally rigged, right?” Martin says, staring at Jon in disbelief as he tries and fails to adjust his grip on the frankly enormous plush teddy bear the midway worker had begrudgingly surrendered to him. And the medium-sized plush cat he’d won earlier. And the dozen or so little plushies and trinkets and accessories he’d acquired along the way. “You’re not supposed to be able to win.”

“Yes, well.” Jon gives up on trying to find a comfortable way to carry his prizes and extends the massive teddy toward Martin. “I suppose I’m just… lucky.”

He is certainly not going to admit that he spent a good three days researching what to do on a carnival date, came to the conclusion that it would be romantic to win an enormous stuffed animal for Martin, and committed himself to memorizing which games were easiest to win and what strategies he should employ in order to have the best chance at success. That would be… well. A bit much, he thinks. Best to just… not mention it.

Martin carries the teddy all the way back to his flat, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink whenever an occasional curious glance is thrown in their direction. It’s only once they get there and Martin tries to pass the plushie back to Jon with a sheepish, “Suppose I better give this back now,” that Jon realizes he had… indeed not been very clear about his intentions.

“It’s… for you, actually,” Jon says, ignoring the way his cheeks are growing steadily warmer. Then, Jon takes a breath and pushes the rest of the plushies rather unceremoniously into Martin’s arms, save for the cat which he’s… grown rather attached to in their short acquaintanceship. “Th-they all are. Er. F-for you.”

“O-oh.” Martin looks down at the collection of brightly colored things in his arms, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. “I—I… really?”

Jon hugs the cat tightly to his chest, feeling something like embarrassment curl in his stomach. “I-if you don’t want them, I—I can—”

“No!” Martin says quickly, curling his arms protectively around the plushies. “I—I do. W-want them.” He looks down at the teddy sitting by his feet, then up at Jon with a warm, shy smile on his face. “Th-thanks, Jon.”

I love him, I love him, I love him.

Jon nods, pinches his lips together, and tries to keep his affection contained. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, after all. That’s… something he’s not meant to do, he thinks.

Then, when they’re both lying in bed and Martin’s chest is pressed against Jon’s back, his arm curled around Jon’s middle and his nose buried in Jon’s hair, Martin murmurs, “I love you,” and Jon’s breath catches in his throat.

“I… I love you too,” he whispers. And it’s such an easy thing to say that Jon wonders why he’d ever worried at all.

Martin makes a sleepy, contented noise, burrowing closer and wrapping Jon more tightly in his arms. And because he can—he can, he can, Martin said it first, so he can—Jon says again, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear it: “I love you.”

The words are sweet on his tongue, like candy floss and funnel cakes and caramel apples.

ok babes strap in it's au time

since cool names are for losers (definitely) and since i definitely wasn't lazy and had just been calling it by its filler name so much to the point where i kept it, I Bring To You: the Victory AU

get your popcorn and drinks bc i put way too much thought into this

basically this is an unoriginal Spamton Wins Snowgrave Route au idea and takes over Cyber World after he kills Kris during the final battle via Power of NEO attack because I think it's cool therefore I get to decide its level of kill potential (that's not a word but whatever)

ok that's it all done

(lie)

I made a whole ass storyline for it but I'm in the process of writing it also it's all on my amino account rn (point and laugh i'm a loser) so I'm not gonna go too far into detail to preserve those Twists i put into it. Maybe once I finish I can set up the queue system to post the parts weekly.

ok finally time for the infodump

The Worldbuilding Concept: Spamton wins the battle against Kris post-Snowgrave route and the resulting imbalance throws the Cyber World into a state of anarchy. Everyone in the mansion hasn’t been seen since his victory and they are presumed dead. Half of the population has been frozen and the other half is too terrified to leave the bunker created from the abandoned drainage system of Cyber City to avoid whatever was killing the population and now Spamton, but materials are getting low and the bunker is obviously not meant for long-term housing. Sweet Cap’n Cakes and the Addisons stepped up to help the others, with Sweet Cap’n Cakes leading the daunting task of renovating the bunker into an underground city complete with connecting routes via converted sewer tunnels and the Addisons scavenging for supplies on the surface.

Scattered throughout the Cyber World are multiple set spawn points where materials appear, and they were originally claimed by big businesses/powers to monopolize competition. The scrap spawn points are in Cyber Fields near Sweet Cap’n Cakes’s old shop, the Trash Zone near Spamton’s makeshift shop, and Pandora Palace’s basement. The spawned scrap can be fragments of metal, empty data chips/disks, wires, and other unprocessed material that I can't think of currently. Food spawn points are in Pandora Palace Color Cafe, Cyber City’s original (and biggest) cyber grill location, the Pink Addison’s tea shop (spawns tea with flavors relating to whoever is nearby, a lot of the tea collected is described as bittersweet or metallic tasting to the population, the tea spawn picks up Spamton’s proximity most of the time), and Cyber Fields cliffsides (spawns nothing but CD Bagels). Water spawn points act as fountains, and they are scattered plentifully throughout the Cyber World. There are also water spawns underground, which makes it easier for the population to get water.

Practically everywhere on the surface is unsafe with the lurking threat of Spamton, but the safest spawn points are the scrap spawn in the Trash Zone and the food spawns in the cyber grill and the tea shop. Cyber City is practically under monitor constantly and the Addisons have had way too many close calls with Spamton, but the reason why they consistently prioritize those spawns is that they are surrounded by small spaces and multiple entrances to the sewer system for quick getaways. It is easier to avoid Spamton there than in Cyber Fields since it is wide open with no tunnel entrances, even though Spamton rarely goes to Cyber Fields. The mansion has been all but abandoned and any thoughts of going there are written off as suicide missions, especially with Spamton claiming the courtyard as his base of operations.

A lot of the story follows the Addisons and their relationship with Spamton during all of this, so I had to come up with personalities for them ueueue (and I'm an unoriginal normie when it comes to naming them so let me be). Pink and Orange act as leader figures in the group. Pink is a bit rash in his decisions and puts himself at risk to protect the others. Refuses to let the others get close to dying and would rather die saving them than watch them die. A solo leader, also I'm on the "Pink is a jackass" train. Orange is a bit more careful and values teamwork over heroics. Is very good at spontaneous decisions and acts surprisingly well under pressure. Deeply cares for the others and forces them to take care of themselves when they aren’t. A collaborative leader. Blue is big hearted and wants the others to feel and be okay. Innocent, but not as much as Yellow. Is stubbornly persistent on having the others share their feelings with each other, since he took Spamton’s loss and betrayal the hardest and he never got to understand why they left him (didn’t want to but the other three did, so he followed), why he refused to talk to them when he was a big shot, and why he’s so furious with them to the point where he wants them dead on sight. Ironically bottles up his own feelings until he explodes. Doesn’t like it when people make decisions for him when he has no say. Yellow is very hopeful and innocent, and always tries to look for positives in situations. He believes that talking it out will fix any problem, but it unfortunately doesn’t work when the person they’re trying to calm down is off-his-rocker mad. It also leaves him vulnerable to crushing hopelessness when he can’t find a bright side.

haha you can tell which addison i favor based off of their descriptions

The spells the Addisons can use in combat are clickbait arrows, pop up ads, and healing seraphs. They use the arrows like spears, kind of like Undyne's overworld attacks in Undertale. They can summon one or a clutch of them at a time. The pop up ads are used as shields, and they're effective at blocking a lot of attacks, but most of Spamton's attacks are Hella Destructive so they end up breaking a lot under his pressure. Then finally, similar to how Spamton can summon angels to heal you when you press F1, the Addisons can summon their own angels as healing spells. It takes a lot of energy to cast though, and they can't cast it often.

And as much as I would love to explain the plotline I have for it, I need to actually finish writing it. It takes me a hella long time to write tho ueueueue; I started writing this in early November and I've only gotten about halfway through probably. On top of school and the general pain of starting and ending stories without jumping feet first into the action segments, I don't know if I'll finish this month or this year.

if you got this far, congrats. you have a much longer attention span than me lmao.

i hope u like :'

Higher Than Higher

A/N: It was so difficult fitting all of them in, but I managed it! XD Enjoy!

Reader’s about 18.

Title: Higher than Higher

Summary: Diego’s afraid of heights. Diego’s also stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with six siblings who are definitely not helping.

Words: 2430

“This is gonna be my death,” Diego stated grimly. His face was grave, lines creasing his forehead and mouth set in a tight line. The sudden dimness of his eyes was a direct cause of the looming structure in front of him, casting a dusty shadow over his rigid body and making his heart jump in pace.

He shook his head and sighed. This was the worst thing he would ever do in his life. 

Allison rolled her eyes and shoved past her brother. “It’s a ferris wheel, Diego. Grow up.”

Diego frowned and dropped his head to look at her. “It’s a death wheel, Allison.”

“It’s the wheel of life,” Klaus said dreamily, ignoring Vanya’s mindful “don’t you mean the circle of life?” He waited for Allison and Five to sit in the seats of the wheel’s carriage before hopping into his own, leaning back as though he were sunbathing on this misty afternoon and scooting to the edge, supposedly to give Ben the space next to him.

You grinned as the person manning the wheel made it move again, stepping forward when the next empty carriage came into view. The sound of footsteps following you failed to reach your ears and you stopped and turned. Your shoulders slacked at the sight of Diego, holding up the queue to the ride, staring horrified up at the ferris wheel. “Diego!” you hissed. “It’s our turn!”

He snapped his head down and his eyes widened for the smallest of seconds before he rushed forward. “Oh, right.”

That was as far as he got, however, before he visibly gulped and his face paled.

Luther sighed and pat his brother on the back, stepping past him alongside Vanya. “Good luck, buddy,” he said. He and Vanya sat in the carriage, it moved, and you grasped Diego’s hand, pulling him desperately towards the empty seats. It was, of course, fruitless, considering your brother’s strength vastly outmatched your own, but he seemed to get the gist eventually and let himself be dragged along.

“Uh, Sir?” the man by the controls asked a little hesitantly. Diego looked questioningly at him. “There’s a, uh, a ‘no knife’ policy for this, uh... for this ride.”

Diego glanced down at the hand not being gripped by you and noticed with a little grimace that he’d at some point taken his dagger from its holster and held it tightly in his fist. “Oh,” he said with a nervous chuckle, quickly returning it to its place, “sorry about that.”

The man nodded, a wary look on his face, but gestured to the empty seats nevertheless. You bounced excitedly in, waiting for Diego to sidle in next to you before the bar came down and the wheel began to turn, taking you up already.

“Oh, mother of God,” Diego cursed softly, hands grasping the bar so tight his knuckles were sure to turn white.

You grinned and turned to look at him. It’d never been a secret to the Hargreeves family that Diego was not exactly... a fan of heights. For a mean, lean, killing machine, he certainly lacked a measure of confidence in high buildings and rooftops. Of course, he’d had his fair share of them, but that was always during work. He stayed away from anything high when he had the option to remain on the ground.

The fair in 1963 Texas had been something noticed by you. All the apocalyptic shit was inevitable, according to Five, and therefore you’d asked your siblings to visit it with you, and after a decent amount of persuading, you - and Klaus - managed to convince them.

If anyone were to ask each of the siblings, they would all agree on the fact that this was definitely a distraction from the less happy aspects of the lives you’d all been living recently. They were notably happier - even Five, who you often joked wouldn’t be able to smile to save his life, had laughed more in the past couple hours than he had his entire life (though a lot of that had been when he’d successfully aimed a pie at Luther’s face in the stocks).

The ferris wheel had always been a favourite of yours, and you’d been incredibly pleased to see that this one was bigger than most others you’d ridden. You’d saved it for last, though you supposed Diego probably would have appreciated getting it over and done with sooner rather than later.

You could hear the sound of the festivities below you grow muffled as the wheel slowly turned. Your siblings looked happy enough in front of you, each one talking with whoever they were sat next to - minus Klaus, who you were sure was periodically singing songs from The Lion King - and you felt a blissful peace wash over you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

Until Diego.

Smiling, you looked innocently at him. “What’s wrong?”

Your brother was sat as far back as he could go with his arms stuck out like branches and hands gripping the bar as though his life depended on it. His eyes were squeezed shut. “We’re so freaking high,” he all but gasped out.

You laughed. “It’s not that high.”

Glee was painted all over your face as you watched him crack one eye open in order to look down. He shut it immediately after, desperately shaking his head. “No. Nope. We’re getting off at the next stop.”

“We are not!” you admonished.

He groaned, dipping his head, and you shuffled towards him, leaning against his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

He stayed completely still, repeating I’m not going to die like a mantra in his head.

The wheel continued to turn slowly, and it seemed like forever before you reached the top. When you did, you were utterly amazed at how high you were, but decided against letting Diego in on your wonder in case he ended up vomiting on you.

You would not go through that again. Once was enough.

It was when the carriage jolted to a sudden halt that your own eyes widened slightly and you grabbed Diego’s jacket.

He yelped a little. “What the hell was that?” he asked, daring to open his eyes. When he saw that the both of you were, in fact, at the very top of the ferris wheel, and not moving, he felt his heart skip a couple beats.

“Why are we- why aren’t- aren’t... what...”

“Attention, passengers! The ferris wheel has stopped momentarily as a result of some technical difficulties. Please remain calm and still. We will get you moving again soon, so there is nothing to worry about!”

Diego very much disagreed.

Luther turned around in his seat, only a carriage below you. He placed an arm on the top of its back and stared up at the both of you with an impish grin. “How’re you holding up there, Diego?”

Diego opened his eyes long enough to glare at his brother so hard the man physically flinched and turned back around again.

You snorted. “Come on, Di. You’re fine. It’s just a ferris wheel.”

A gust of wind blew past you, making the carriage rock the slightest bit, and Diego’s momentary thought that he might be able to sit still and think about knives while you all waited for the wheel to start up again was immediately knocked off course. He vehemently shook his head and began moving, looking up, around, and down, desperately reigning in the nausea as he did so. “I’m climbing down,” he boldly stated.

Your face morphed into one of utter disbelief as you watched him. “Diego, don’t be stupid.”

Diego pulled his legs up and under the bar to tuck against his chest, turning to you with a stony face of concentration. “Oh, I’m not being stupid. I’m being logical. If I climb down, then I won’t die up here.”

“So, you’re gonna leave me to my death?”

“If that’s what it comes to.” He gripped the side of the carriage and you rolled your eyes. Honestly.

“Diego, you’ve gotta be normal, here, okay? We’re all trying to be normal today.”

“CAAAAN YOU FEEEEL THE LOOOOVE TONIIIIGHT?”

Diego tilted his head and rose a brow in a clearly mocking way. You bit your tongue. “Everyone except Klaus,” you swiftly corrected. Your brother remained unperturbed and you made a noise of annoyance. “Diego!”

“Hey, what’s going on up there?” You peered down and saw Allison staring up from her carriage.

“Diego’s being a child!” you called back.

Diego managed to take one hand from the safety of the bar to slap you on the back of the head.

“Tell us something new!” Five shouted a moment later.

Vanya turned, resting her chin and forearms on the back of her and Luther’s seats. She frowned when she saw the man looking as though he were readying to leap down. “What’s he even doing?” she asked.

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. “He wants to climb down.”

Luther snorted. “He’s afraid of sitting in a concealed carriage at the top of the wheel, but climbing down from the top to the bottom, with nothing to stop him from falling and dying, is perfectly fine?”

Diego stopped, the only movement being his blinking eyes as he seemingly processed his brother’s words. After a short while, he slowly but surely dropped his legs to the ground again and sat normally once more, jaw clearly clenched and heart obviously racing a mile a minute. He shook his head at Luther’s triumphant smirk. “You probably paid them off to stop the damn ride when I got to the top,” he ground out.

Luther pursed his lips and rose his brows with a nod. “That’s actually not a bad idea… remind me to do that the next time.”

“Ohoho, there won’t be a next time,” Diego assured him. “I’m never getting on one of these motherfuckers again!”

“Stop whining,” Five’s voice could just about be heard. “We can hear you all the way down here!”

“Yeah?” Diego yelled, much louder than he needed to be, and definitely with a childish edge to his tone. “Well, maybe you should close your damn ears!”

“Woah, guys, guys!” Klaus interrupted, and when you averted your eyes to him you snorted at the fact that he was stretched out across both of the seats, head hanging out of the carriage – very illegally – and long legs limp at the other end. You hated to think about where poor Ben had ended up. “Let’s all calm down and sing a song!”

“We’re not singing Lion King, Klaus,” Allison told him.

“I’ll sing Lion King!” Luther said.

Vanya, Allison and Five turned to him immediately with a defiant chorus of “no!” and he shot his hands up in surrender.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round; the wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long! Come on, kids! Join in if you’re cool enough!” Klaus started clapping his hands, and your siblings were quick to join in. Even Five, the moody grouch, was yelling the words like the child you often wished he still was. Allison was swaying to the side with each line, and Vanya and Luther had somehow made up some weird dance routine to go with the words.

You looked at Diego, who was very much still holding on for dear life, and a soft smile appeared on your lips. With your siblings distracted for the moment, you shuffled up next to him again and looped your arm through his, leaning your head against his shoulder. He relaxed the tiniest bit underneath you and sighed. “This is the last time I let you coerce me into something like this,” he said quietly.

“Really?” you asked. “I was gonna suggest we go to the top of Lady Liberty next.”

Diego rolled his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and rested the side of it on top of yours.

“The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep; the horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, all day long!”

He frowned at the cacophony of voices coming from his siblings, strangely already feeling his pounding heart die down a little. “Has this song even been written yet?”

“I think so,” you told him. “Maybe this is how it was written. By five adults screaming the words on a broken ferris wheel.”

Diego chuckled at that, and you allowed yourself a victorious smile when the colour returned to his hands as he loosened their grips on the bar.

“The people on the bus go up and down, up and down, up and down; the people on the bus go up and down, all day long!”

If any of you had turned, you would have been greeted with looks of utter confusion – and slight fright – on the faces of those behind you, but none of you were bothered. And it was the first time none of you had been bothered since the day you’d all ended up scattered across the years and the state, utterly alone and at a loss for what to do. Now, however, it was clear your siblings were thinking about anything other than the apocalypse. Even Five seemed happier than he’d been in… well. Ever.

“The driver on the bus says ‘move on back, move on back, move on back’; the driver on the bus says ‘move on back’, all day long!”

You chanced another look up at Diego and your smile grew when you noticed his eyes flicking over the fair below. There was a hazed worry in those eyes, and he was clearly still apprehensive, but it seemed he was at least a little less on edge than before.

Which, really, wasn’t much, but it was at least an improvement.

“The mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush’; the mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush, shush’, all day long!”

They finished the song with a round of applause and cheers, Luther shouting “encore!” and Klaus all but standing on the seats as he bowed.

You leaned further into Diego as you laughed at your siblings antics, and he smiled warmly, despite the shake of his head and the middle finger when Luther blew him a kiss.

“And now,” Klaus bellowed, “for round dos! Diiiiiiiego on the wheel goes puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke!”

“Oh, fuck you, Klaus!”

TUA Masterpost

HUNTRESS IX

[MASTERLIST OF CHAPTERS]

Many of the candles were still alight within the house, flickering light dancing upon the patterned red wallpaper, and it only served to put her on edge as she turned her head each way, making sure that the room she had broken into was empty. Conveniently enough, it seemed to be a dressing room, which is exactly where she guessed she would be able to find the mask.

There was a vanity on the wall to the right, brightly illuminated by various candles in the candelabras which caused peppered the silence with the occasional pattering of wax falling to the floor. The mirrors themselves came in three: the largest of them being in the centre and all three of them adorned with swirling skills of carpentry and painted ivory with light gold detailings which seemed to be fading. A white trim ran around the walls in the centre and the floorboards of the room were mostly covered with a large red and off-yellow rug which desperately appeared to need the dust beaten from it. To the right of the room were two large armoires, one of them open, revealing various dresses of all colours and fabrics.

The young woman's eyes skimmed back to the vanity, a side drawer open and various pieces of makeup scattered about its top. She felt her heart skip a beat as all these details pointed to a singular fact:

Someone was currently using this room.

As if on queue, footsteps resounded from the adjacent room and the young woman quickly, but silently, made her way across the room and into the second armoire, closing herself inside. She held the door open just the slightest, which allowed a slither of candlelight into the otherwise pitch-black space. Seeing with a difficulty though, she had a very limited view of the room now and it was very dark inside the wardrobe.

But, luckily enough, she had a decent enough view of the vanity when she pressed her eye to the small opening and watched as a woman with reddish-brown hair leaned over the counter, her breathing laboured as though she were in pain. Ezio had said that she was sick.

She eventually sat down on the cushioned stool and (Y/n) realised that she needed to think of something quickly when she noticed that this woman had brought the mask in with her, setting it on her right-hand side. This noblewoman was ill and therefore weak, that much she knew she had to her advantage. However, she didn't know how many other people were in this house, nor where they were: if she screamed, (Y/n) may lose her only chance to get this mask and lose the only window to kill the Doge in the process. She felt around in the darkness that surrounded her, finding a handkerchief - which she quickly stuffed into her pocket - and a corset. She worked as silently as she could to get the string out from the grommets, determining that it would be strong enough for what she had in mind. Feeling around a little more, she found a silken veil that she decided she could use to hide her face, lest the woman remembers her at a later time.

She waited for an opening, deciding to make her move as the woman got up to rummage around in a set of drawers. She crept her way up behind the woman, corset string wrapped around both fists, and threw her arms over her head, threateningly wrapping the cord around her throat once.

The noblewoman let out a gasp but (Y/n) cut her off before another sound could leave her lips: "Make a sound and you die, I'm being merciful."

"D-do you want money?" The woman whispered, her entire frame trembling in terror, "My jewellery is in the box on the vanity."

"I'm not here for any of those things." The cord was quickly removed and wrapped firmly around the woman's wrists, pulling her over to the adjoining room where she decided to tie the woman to a pipe beneath the sink. The witch then took out the handkerchief and stuffed it into the woman's mouth.

"I'm terribly sorry for all this, but you have something that I need." She apologised before fleeing the room, pulling down her makeshift mask to settle around her neck instead. She reached for the mask, shoving it in her bag, and eyed up the mask as she listened to the muffled struggles of the woman next door. Her fingers caressed the lid of the jewellery box for a few moments before pulling it open. Her eyes were instantly drawn to a silver and amethyst necklace that seemed as though it hung snugly at the throat and then draped, in three sets, downwards before looping back up to the main chain of the necklace. She plucked up the pair of matching earrings and shoved those in the bag too before escaping back through the window, her eyes looking around for Ezio but finding him nowhere in sight. Though, as she made her way back down the column and escaped through the garden, she sensed a creature's eyes on her and turned around to watch Ezio descaling a wall of a building which he must have been perched on to watch her.

"You were excellent in there." He praised with a smile as he took her hand and led her through the night, both of them giddy in (Y/n)'s success. They both giggled as they ran through the streets of Venice, passing by performers and festivities, pop-up orchestras of musicians. Suddenly, she wondered if this is what a carefree youth may have felt like: running through streets with a handsome boy, giggling together without a worry in the world for the time being. She wouldn't know, but she enjoyed the feeling while it lasted.

Ezio pulled her into the familiar brothel where they often had to hide out together and he was greeted by a man who he seemed to know well and referred to as Antonio. A woman who was scandalously dressed as a nun then joined them. She introduced herself as Sister Teodora and (Y/n) glanced between the strange trio of people before her. How much did they know about what Ezio was and what they were doing together? And why was a nun running a brothel?

She was sure that all of these answers would come in time and decided to lean against the wall as she listened to the conversation.

"There will be a series of games tonight, Ezio," The nun began, "I've set up my girls all around the district if you need to use them to escape with your..." She threw a glance over the assassin's shoulder, in (Y/n)'s direction, "Friend here."

"We're just working together to kill the Doge." She cut in, "I'll be leaving Venice after tonight." Ezio spun around to face her and she turned her eyes to the ground, only catching a momentary glimpse of the look of hurt upon his face. The huntress knew he wanted to work with her, or else he wouldn't have gone to such efforts to save her and nurse her back to health under the doctor's guidance, but she couldn't remain with him for much longer. She couldn't stand the feelings that he was beginning to stir within her.

"You're the witch," The man, named Antonio, drawled out and her jaw tightened - she didn't like people with their noses in her business, especially people she didn't know. "and the witch hunter. How very interesting." (Y/n) simply jutted her chin up, looking towards the strange man.

"I'm sure you know what they say about hiding in plain sight." Was her plain reply. He didn't need to know about her painful past, nor did he deserve to. "I have a mask as well, I will be attending the party."

"Excellent, a couple is a much better disguise." Sister Teodora nodded her head, "If you're in need of something a little more suitable for blending in, my girls will see to it for you. This will make the escape much easier."

"I already have some jewellery." The huntress replied.

"That's a good start, come." And she took (Y/n) by the arm, saying nothing when she pulled the limb back and decided to follow her without the unnecessary touching. However, Ezio was quick to take her hand, making her turn around. Quickly, he was standing close, looking down at the shorter woman.

"We need to talk later." (Y/n) looked at her hand in his and nearly nodded her head, nearly gave him the chance to change her mind - not that it would have taken much effort, considering her yearning heart and hesitant mind. Instead, she sighed and tried to pull her hand back but his grip would not allow it.

"There's nothing to talk about, my mind is made up." She replied. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed one of his tender kisses to her knuckles.

"We will talk later." He reiterated and then let go of her hand to leave, (Y/n) continuing to follow Sister Teodora who led her to a dressing room of sorts. The room was narrow as it was lined with tables on either side, some rails at the end of the room serving as space for dresses to hang. A handful of women were getting ready, styling their hair and applying makeup in the mirrors of all shapes and sizes, some of them cracked. This room smelled different to the rest of those within the brothel, there was a stick of incense smoking on one of the tables, filling the room with the scent of roses and (Y/n) assumed that this was the only room in the building (other than the very small and hidden one on the very upper floor) that was not tainted by the smell which lingered over the rest of the place that (Y/n) could only assume was sex.

"Girls, this is Ezio's friend, for those of you who haven't met her yet. She will be infiltrating the Doge's private party tonight too and needs to blend in. She will be helping with the escape."

"It's lovely to meet you all and I'd like to say thank you to any of you who have helped to hide Ezio and me."

"It's no problem at all, he's been getting rid of all the guards and politicians who have been making work next to impossible for us." One of them spoke up. Another woman, with curling ringlets that she had pulled up into two buns, some pieces still framing her face, came forth from the back of the room with a red dress in her arms.

"We have better quality dresses for nights like these," She explained as she held it out in offering.

"Thank you very much." (Y/n) replied as she took it gratefully, laying it aside so that she could begin to change.

"I'll go get some perfume for you!" Another exclaimed. (Y/n) smiled softly at being in a setting full of women who were more than happy to help each other with such feminine things as fashion and makeup.

"I heard we were getting (Y/n) ready!" The woman who had haded her clothes just a couple of days ago popped her head in the room and made her way inside as soon as her hazel eyes landed on the huntress. She quickly set her hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto one of the stools, reaching for a bag on the side. "Let me do your hair for you."

Suddenly, (Y/n) was filled with memories of the girls just a few years older than her in the coven braiding her hair for her or dressing her correctly for a ritual and she began to cry. It was a bittersweet feeling, to recall those days as these women tended to her in the same way.

"Oh no, am I hurting you?" The courtesan leaned over her shoulder to catch a glance of the tears on the seated woman's face.

"No, no, I just..." She hesitated about how to explain her feelings without revealing too much, "I was in a sort of sisterhood once, we did things like this often but now they're gone and this reminds me of those times." She could feel how the courtesan became much gentler with the hairbrush that combed through her locks, sectioning off parts of her hair with pins.

"I'm sorry for your loss..." She murmured, "I lost my family and ended up here. I thought it would be hell, being a courtesan, but Sister Teodora is a good madame and everyone here has formed a sort of sisterhood too." (Y/n) smiled at the idea. Whoever this strange nun was that ran this place, she was doing a better job than any Madame she had ever heard of.

To get her mind off the subject of her coven, she thought of Ezio's face when she announced that she would be leaving after tonight. Was that the look of someone who just wanted an ally? Of course not and that's what frightened her. Either way, she had bigger things to think about now: such as how she would kill the Doge...

♰♰♰

The dress was a striking red with lace cuffs at the sleeves and hem, the middle of the skirt layering and bearing an off-white streak down its middle. Beads and thin chains decorated the front and, looking around at the other women, she could tell that she was wearing one of their higher-end dresses - likely because she would need to blend in with all those at the party.

Sister Teodora had walked her through the plan: they would sneak in, Ezio would kill the Doge with the firearm that was built into his vambrace under the cover of fireworks and then they would escape as people begin to realise that the Doge is dead. (Y/n) nodded and hummed her way through the plan but she had better ideas and that idea was made of metal and sheathed between her breasts.

When Ezio returned, he was furious, recounting the whole story for Sister Teodora, Antonio and yourself: He was won all four games but the host was bribed at the very end and Dante had won the mask instead. Your jaw tightened as you listened to him rave on about killing the man to get it back.

"Ezio!" You snapped and he seemed surprised that out of everyone in the room, you had spoken up, "I could have killed that woman for the mask I'm wearing tonight but I didn't because we both know that if anyone dies, the Doge stays at home tonight and we lose our only chance of killing him. You will get back out there and you will steal the mask from him! I've been through enough shit for you to mess things up now!" (Y/n) noticed how his eyes widened at seeing her in such a fine dress with her hair heated into romantic curls, taking in all of her figure as his eyes skimmed up and down. She stormed forwards and took him by the arm, practically dragging him outside.

Her pace was fast and he had to focus to keep up, her hand still around his wrist.

"I'd be careful if I were you, there's poison in that." He spoke to make her let go and she tutted at him, spinning around.

"What did you need to say?" She asked, stopping.

"Don't leave." His head tilted slightly to the side and she didn't miss the pleading tone in his voice.

"What's left in Venice for me once the Doge is dead?"

"I thought we were working together, that we would go back to your town to settle things if you still felt the need to?" He quizzed, looking rather betrayed. (Y/n) sighed and looked off to the side, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"I'm a woman set in my ways, Ezio." She began, "I've been like this for too long."

"So what happens after tonight?" She had no reply for him other than a shrug. "(Y/n) you are so capable if you can just-"

"If I can just what?" She replied, throwing her hands into the air, "Stick around with someone like you until you've finished what you need to do? Then what? We're both chasing revenge either way and yours is no concern of mine." She could see the sting that this left behind as he pulled his hood up, looking towards her, even if she could no longer see his eyes.

"Someone like me? Or someone like you?" He threw back, "I've helped to get you here. I'm the reason why you're not dead and now you're throwing it back in my face?" Her bottom lip trembled and she turned her back to him, hissing in a shuddered breath as she fought the tears in her eyes. "You tell me that I need to trust you, to open up to you, you tell me that you'll stick by me, that we'll help each other and now you've changed your mind entirely? And you didn't even bother to tell me?"

"It's complicated..."

"No." He replied, "You're just selfish." A scoff passed his lips, "I can't believe... You know what, go. Leave in the morning or whenever it is that you've planned." He began to walk off, "And I turned Cristina down for this..."

(Y/n) was left behind to struggle to contain all of the emotions that threatened to burst from the bottle that she had grown so accustomed to stuffing them in. She brought her hands up to hold her head, taking in laboured breaths that only bothered her due to the knife stashed away in the front of her corset. Eventually, she smudged her tears away and jogged to catch up with Ezio. Even if he was hard to be around right now, they still had a man to kill.