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guerrerajaguar · 3 years

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Can I request some fluff for Rengoku getting married? Thank you!

Hi there Anon! I totally lost it with this one, its a fantastic request. This was inspired by an occidental type of wedding, hope you enjoy it <3.

Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader (Getting married with his darling)

Warnings: mentions of death.

As the Flame Pillar waited seated for the hour to come, his left foot was rapidly tapping against the floor, his leg fidgeting uncontrollably as he constantly rubbed his hands trying to dry the wetness caused by his nervousness. His hands were always ready for his Katana, agile and steady, prepared for engaging into combat. Although this time, none of his outstanding fighting skills was helping him to ease his nervousness.

The only other person that seemed equally nervous as Kyojuro was his younger brother Senjuro. “Aniue, everything will go as planned. Try to relax…”. He said as he handed a big glass of cold water to the groom that looked anything but ‘alright’: “Ah yes, yes, you are right Senjuro. I am not nervous at all!”.The best man knew he was lying, he perfectly knew how much Kyojuro loved you and could not be happier for you two, but at this pace the groom would be a complete mess when arriving at the altar.

Senjuro tenderly smiled at his big brother as he got closer to fix his tie, alongside the groom, he had barely learned how to properly arrange an occidental tie. You had originally intended to go for a traditional japanese wedding, but Kyojuro insisted it to be the wedding which you had always dreamed of, as half of your family had occidental origins.

The Flame Pillar spoke with increasing concern: “Thank you Senjuro. Does it look better now?” He said quickly standing up, opening his arms for a suit check up but before his younger brother could answer back, he added: “Oh no! I think I am not using any cologne. I totally forgot about it! Do we bring some? I think there is some on the nightstand over there. And what is it with this hair?!” He desperately said as he hopelessly brushed his golden and reddish locks into a position that went against its natural place. “Honestly, of all days! This is the worst for having my hair misbehaving… Is that a stain on my shoe? I haven’t even moved at all! Please tell me this can be brushed off my gown…”

For sure, anyone that could observe the scene will agree that it was painfully funny to watch. Kyojuro non-stop ranting about what was wrong with his outfit as the adorable Senjuro running from one side of the room to the other trying to look for; a cologne bottle gifted by their father, a hairbrush, a cloth for his shoes and a fluff remover with very little success.

The room was a total chaos, Kyojuro thought that he had already ruined your special day and Senjuro was in total despair since he had never seen his older brother so stressed about something. Luckily for them both, their mother Ruka entered the scene and gracefully placed everything in order.

“Kyojuro, it is time dear.” She gently smiled as she cupped his face with one of her hands and tenderly arranged his front locks to his usual position with her other hand, and she continued: “You will be fine, everything will go just fine. You will be a fantastic husband to Y/N. I am very proud of you and now is time for you to wait for her at the altar”. Kyojuro closed his eyes to melt into his mother's caress and smiled back at her and confessed: “Now I think I am ready”. He offered her his arm to walk out of the room and urged Senjuro to follow them closely.

As Kyojuro walked down the aisle alongside Ruka, he started to remember the first time you both met. You were wearing a beautiful lilac with white lilies kimono, with your hair tied up with a handsome koi fish hair pin while walking through a wooden river bridge during summer time. It was love at first sight, so intense that he could not help asking you for your name and if you will allow him to see you on the days afterwards.

As he got closer to you he discovered that you belonged to a family, as his, with a long tradition of being demon slayers. But you and your siblings never received formal training since you all lost your father at a very young age, fulfilling his duty. You thought that being a demon slayer was one of the most honorable things a man could be, nevertheless concerned of the dangers that responsibility posed, you were hesitant in reciprocating Kyojuros' feelings. You did not wanted to lose him as well.

Little by little, he won your heart over, showing you how much of a gentleman he was; caring, noble, respectful, chivalrous and extremely powerful. At the end, you convinced yourself that nothing could possibly defeat Kyojuro, so you finally let his feelings reach you without holding anything back. The Flame Pillar fell helplessly in love the more he grew to know you, he spent most of his free time at your house, helping you with your activities and chores, making your family grow fond of him.

And when he was not with you, his mind will remind him in a very detailed way the scent of your hair, the softness of your touch, the pitch of your voice and the soft glow that your eyes showed when you both were together. It did not take him long to propose to you. It was the first time he invited you to his house in order to meet his parents. You were so nervous that you thought you would die.

His younger brother Senjuro excitedly talked to you non stop, since he knew everything about you; Kyojuro made sure to share every single detail of you with him. His father Shinjuro and mother Ruka both agreed that you were extremely beautiful and graceful, Shinjuro went to the extent claiming that you will be the perfect mother of the next Rengoku offspring generation. As your face went entirely red, Kyojuro made it worse by telling them: ”She is more than perfect, is everything I have always dreamed of”.

The Rengoku mansion had a beautiful pond full of lotus and koi fishes that turned into the love stage for Kyojuro bending down on one knee to ask you to become his wife and share the rest of your life with him. A gorgeous rose gold ring with three small dazzling diamonds adorned your ring finger from that day on as you cried with happiness accepting his proposal. He did his research, he knew that you had always dreamed of an occidental wedding and he was going to make sure to fulfill all of your desires and needs.

As he anxiously waited at the altar his head suddenly turned when the chorus music indicated that you were about to start the aisle procession alongside Shinjuro, who offered him to accompany you in your father’s place. Every step you took closer to Kyojuro made his heart ache with excitement. How could he be so lucky to have such a gorgeous wife? Full of virtues and values that made her the most delicate object of his adoration? He could not help it, tears started flowing right down his cheeks. He never thought you could look more beautiful than the first time he met you and there you were, with your stunning wedding dress, hair do and a delicate veil separating your lips from him.

As Shinjuro offered your hand to him, Kyojuro lost no time in raising up your veil to sweetly confess: “Are they really going to ask me if I wish to marry a goddess like you?” He kissed the hand his father had just delivered to him and you answered with a nervous chuckle while gently wiping his tears with your thumb: “It's just a customary question... I love you too Kyojuro…”. The officiator of the ceremony cleared his throat for the purpose of getting everything started but Kyojuro interrupted him: “I do, I accept. I want Y/N to be my wife until death do us apart”.

The officiator cleared his throat again and talked to you both: “ Mr. Rengoku, although that is the correct thing to say, we have not yet arrived at that part…” And with his usual energy and charisma he answered with a very big smile: “I am sorry but I feel like I can’t wait any longer!”

You giggled as you smiled at your future husband and indicated to the officiator to start the ceremony. All his Pillar comrades merrily assisted to the ceremony, your future brother and father-in -law were sobbing uncontrollably, being your future mother-in-law the one comforting them both. You enjoyed a charming banquet afterwards, all your loved ones congratulating and wishing you both a long life together.

It was done, you were officially Y/N Rengoku, you both were in love, young, full of plans and even though the future is full of uncertainty you could be pretty certain of one thing: The undying and fiery love that Kyojuro felt for you will, for sure, make you the happiest woman on earth.

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licncourt · 3 years

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Do you like David? I always thought he was boring but it was funny when AR would try to subtly push him and Lestat as an ‘otp’ onto the fans and get annoyed over the majority being like ‘no thanks’ lol

*Drake and Josh Megan meme* DAVID

I hate David and everything he represents. David Talbot is everything wrong with post-trilogy VC perfectly encapsulated in one Fuckin Guy. I'm so angry I need bullet points

QotD David: a perfectly sufficient character

Totally fine, mildly enjoyable even. I thought maybe he was going to be a good mentor/father figure and mediating influence for Lestat. He seemed capable and stable if a little dry, but nbd.

Body Thief David: REEE HISS. Very bad in many ways

First of all, given the history we learn later about David (pin in that) the fact that he only expresses sexual interest in Lestat once he's been swapped into a young, brown body reads as VERY gross. Ew.

Honestly, the fact that he gets involved with Lestat at all is gross and shitty. Lestat is much older in years, but he's operating with the brain of a traumatized, mentally ill twenty year old who clearly sees David as a trusted authority figure (whether he admits it or not). Lestat strikes me as the type who feels he needs to "earn" love with sexual or romantic behavior or that it's all he's good for, so honestly I just feel sad for him here as this idea gets reinforced by David

Secondly, I can't even begin to explain how wildly offensive his body swap is. AR had an old white British dude literally steal (COLONIZE) an Indian man's body. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was an allegorical critique of Britain's imperialist exploitation of Southeast Asia, but it's framed as a good thing. A sexy upgrade for David, who has no problem with this.

Merrick: Peak Form David (derogatory)

Surprise! David Talbot is a pedophile and admits this without hesitation. Not only has he clearly groomed Merrick from a very young age, but I believe it's in this book that we find out about his involvement with underage boys in South America. With Merrick as a biracial WOC plus the Latino boys, David only becoming interested in Lestat once he's in a brown body feels extra fetishistic

We also find out that he was almost expelled from the Talamasca for his involvement with a young member (not explicitly underage, but MUCH younger and far below him in authority/rank). More predatory bullshit

All of that aside, he's also just a fuckin jerk. Unlike the rest of the characters like Lestat, Louis, or Armand, he doesn't seem to think he's done/is doing anything wrong. Like, ever. He trots around like he's a galaxy brain genius and a moral authority when he's...very much not.

It doesn't help that he's AR's mouthpiece for shitty mental health opinions and his narration of Merrick (the book) is full of jabs at Louis for his mental illness and painting him as some pathetic loser for being suicidal. I'll find it if anyone wants, but there's literally a bit where he talks about how he wishes Louis would just kill himself already.

Even so though, when David can't have Merrick he directs that desire at Louis and pounces on him as soon as they're alone. (Fortunately, this leads to an extremely funny scene where Louis friendzones the absolute fuck out of him and is clearly done with his shit. 10/10)

I truly do not understand why AR was so enamored with this guy. He has the personality of wet sawdust and not nearly enough complexity to even make his flaws interesting. Merrick should have been a Louis book, narrated by him and exploring his mental health issues, but AR is incapable of not shoehorning David into absolutely everything. Even Loustat separately and together.

Clearly she wanted to him to be a replacement for Louis once she decided she hates him for no reason, but smart + introspective + character flaws =/= Louis. She tried to make it a formula and failed to capture any of what draws readers to Louis or makes us want to see him with Lestat. The dynamic she wrote for them in Interview was masterful and emotional and compelling.

Louis is the quiet horror of grief and mental illness personified and David is just Some Guy but shitty. He can barely stand on his own as a character, let alone carry the role of primary love interest, especially when he's trying to fill Louis' shoes. It was never, ever going to work and it's absurd she tried for so long. Literal decades.

David, like I said, represents everything wrong with what VC became. The racism, the abuse of power/privilege, the pedophilia, a lack of empathy for mental illness, and even just the smug, tone deaf certainty that AR self-sabatoged with. He's almost meta in how he well he encapsulates what's wrong with AR as a person and an author. She thought Lestat was her self-insert, but it's really David.

@sweetazathioprine has some great thoughts about David (and Marius) and what they represent as far as power and privilege in VC, but I couldn't find the post about it. (Sencha, hopefully you wouldn't mind adding that on or linking the post? I don't want to put words in your mouth but I don't remember exactly what you said!)

#answered #meta #but angry and disorganized #vc

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saylorsimming · 2 years

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100 Baby - Reborn

An Nine Generation Challenge By @saylorsimming

I designed this version of the challenge because after one Matriarch and 15 babies, I was bored. What’s the point, I wondered?

I wanted each matriarch to have a little bit of a life outside of the children…

Then, I changed it all, except the 100 baby aspect. My most important question when writing this was; Why would each one do it? The challenge is my answer, lol…

The time crunch is somewhat reduced because there are a predetermined number of babies for each Matriarch. However, the pressure is still on due of the development of the Matriarch and children of each generation. This means you can focus more on the story of each Mom and her personal choices and style.

The Overall Rules:

* Dont cheat money, the grind makes it fun. And by Generations 2 or 3 you could have quite a lot.

* All 100 children must each have a different father.

* No gender cheats or baby number cheats.

* All children receive randomized traits at every stage. Exception for the next heir.

* Lot traits/Challenges can only be changed when the new matriarch gets pregnant. You can choose whatever you like for these, except when specified.

* Matriarch can not have a maid or butler but you can always give house keys to “neat” friends and family. Last generation is excluded from this rule.

* No other adults can be part of the home, including your offspring or other family.

* No one moves out until aging to young adult, by following the rules of their generation.

* The Matriarch lives in the home until becoming an elder. She can then marry and leave home or stay with her family until death. Some aspirations have elder requirements, so be aware before leaving Granny behind. Her aspiration must be completed.

* New Matriarchs are still the youngest daughter. She will follow the age up rules of her generation. If there are many younger siblings, (no space in household) she cannot start having babies of her own until they are able to move out and there is room.

* Occult babies can still count as two unless the Matriarch is an Occult.

* Complete every Matriarch’s Aspiration(s).

* It is possible to get multiple babies when you least want it or expect them. If you are on the last pregnancy for your generation and have more than one baby, (yikes) just remove one baby(s) from the next generation’s total.

* Mods are fine. Child support is optional and needed for one generation. (You can money cheat child support if you don’t have mods. For instance use “kaching” cheat for every 2 kids at home, weekly)

<This challenge began at the end of another challenge, I wrote called the Berry Twisted Challenge. I am currently rewriting it so it isn't posted but will be soon.

The Perfect Parent

Generation 1:

Traits:

Romantic

FamilyOriented

Perfectionist

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Any From Home

Skills:

Cooking

Painting

Parenting

Growing up as an only child was lonely. Big ole house and no one home except the cat. My moms family line is long and cluttered with in-laws, aunts, uncles, and many cousins. As her descendant, I would be another little leaf on the family tree… Well not me, my Family will be huge! Massive! Fantastical! I’m going to have so many children. I will train them all to the best of my ability. They will be top toddlers, responsible children, then teens and adults. But my youngest daughter, will be groomed to take the baton. This will go on until I have 100 direct decendants. My family name will live forever in All of Simdom!! Now that’s a feat to be proud of!

RULES:

1. Always say “yes” to likes and dislikes!

2. Max ALL toddler skills before age-up.

3. Child Early age-up:

Complete Aspiration

Max one skill

Have an ‘A’ grade

4. Parent MUST encourage toddler/child/teen skills daily. (Parent often, discipline style is calm then firm)

5. Parent MUST DISCIPLINE child behavior.

6. Teens early age-up:

have an ‘A’ grade

max one skill

earn one, any type of character value

7. Have 9 children

I’ll Sing & Dance Right Through This

Generation 2:

Traits:

Cheerful

Excitable

Family Oriented

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Skills: Singing, Dancing, Guitar

I can’t believe I agreed to continue my mothers crazy plan for this baby thing…

But, hey my life wasn’t so bad! I always had someone to talk to. A little privacy would have been nice, but you can’t have everything, right?

I can’t say I will be a great parent like her, but I’m going to give it my all.

RULES:

1. Teach/Dance with all children

2. Max 3 toddler skills before early age-up.

3. Child early age up:

Complete 2 levels of an aspiration

Max one skill

A grade

4. Try to encourage toddler/child/teen skills every few days per child. (Parenting?! Discipline?!)

5. Teens early age-up:

A grade

Level 5 one skill

1 character value (positive or negative)

6. Have 11 children

I’m Only Doing It For The Woohoo!

Generation 3:

Traits:

Active

Self-Absorbed

Romantic

Aspirations: Serial Romantic

Skills:

Charisma

Wellness

Singing (karaoke)

Career: any at home

Ok, ok… I’ll have the kids. I know the deal. I was born into this life, It’s my fate! Well, I’ll agree to the babies because I love making them. Not keeping the baby daddy?… Well, I got what I needed, right? Though, he might do for a pick-me-up later…

My main interest is finding new lovers. Sooo… Parties? Yes! Clubs, bars, karaoke? Yes, yes, yes! I also adore yoga. Sometimes I drag the kiddies to the studio with me.

I can’t say I will be the best parent. In fact my brood might turn out scary… Hmph, oh well. All I can say is, bring on the guys!!!

RULES:

1. Meet all baby donors at karaoke bar, gym/spa or pool

2. Your first child and last child are parented well. These two MUST both have;

A) Max ALL toddler skills

B) Child/Teen Grade ‘A’ in school.

C) Two Positive Character values

D) ONE Maxed adult skill..

3. All other children are carelessly parented or not at all.

4. Toddlers early age-up:

potty level 3

level 3 of any two other skills

5. Children early age-up:

Completed aspiration.

Otherwise, on the day of birthday, regardless of skill or grade.

6. All Teens get part-time jobs.

7. Teens early age-up:

grade ‘A’,

level 5 in two skills and

1 character value (any type)

8. Have 9 Children

Let’s Get Back On Track!

Generation 4:

Traits:

Family Oriented

Self-Assured

Creative

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Any from Home

Skills:

Painting

Handiness

Cooking

Parenting

My Great-Grandmother had a dream I firmly believe in. Family is Everything.

Sure, I might have longed for a smaller more traditional family, but my family is wondrous. So many faces with such different personalities.

I love Family Reunions, Birthdays, Vacations, Christmas, Easter and Halloween. Any reason to gather the clan is what I love. I also really enjoy painting portraits of my kids.

RULES:

1. Have a party for every birthday and holiday.

2. Have a family reunion before your Mom dies.

3. Paint one portrait of each child before they leave home.

4. Always say “yes” to likes and dislikes!

5. Toddler early age-up:

Level 3 in all skills

6. Children early age-up:

Max one child skill

‘A’ grade

Enrolled in after school activity

7. Must encourage toddler/child/teen skills every few days. (Parent often, Discipline Style calm/firm)

9. Teens early age-up:

A’ grade,

max one skill

Earn one any type of character value

10. Have 10 children

I Agreed For The Money

Generation 5:

Traits:

Materialistic

Snob

Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Career: Simstagram Star

Skills:

Singing

Dancing

Guitar

Charisma

Lots of kids means lots of child support. So, I’m in… I have dreams too, you know. I love new things and great big houses. And the idea of being famous makes me a little giddy… Maybe I’ll turn our baby factory into a Reality Show!!!

RULES:

1. Collect child support for each child.

2. Buy Great Kisser reward from store

3. Have negative relationships with most fathers.

4. Toddlers and Children are always fashionably dressed.

5. Build Dream Home

*Minimum Requirements:

5 Bedrooms

3 full baths

Recording studio

Pool

Playground

6. Toddlers early age-up:

Level 3 in All skills

7. Children early age up:

must max one child skill

‘A’ grade

8. Teens early age up:

‘A’ grade

max one skill

earn any type of character value

9. Have 10 children

We’re Going To Live off The Land

Generation 5:

Traits:

Loves Outdoors

Good

Animal Enthusiast

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Career: Canning & Bake Sales

Skills:

Gardening

Fishing

Cooking

Knitting

Baking

RULES:

1. Simple Living & Off-Grid Lot Challenges

2. Take kids fishing, cook with them and teach all to knit.

3. Live in Henford on Bagley

4. Have at least; 1 cow, 1 chicken & 1 rooster

5. Always say “yes” to likes and dislikes!

6. Toddler early age-up:

Level 3 in all skills

7. Children early age-up:

Join scouts and earn two badges

Max one child skill

A grade

8. Children and teens must do chores:

Set the table

milk the cow

gather eggs

do dishes

take out trash, etc…

9. Parent must encourage toddler/child/teen skills every few days. (Parent frequently - Discipline style is calm/firm)

10. Teens early age-up:

‘A’ grade,

Level 5 in four skills

Earn any type of character value

11. Teens can NOT have jobs in this generation. They live off the land and assist the family.

12. Have 9 children

Grilled Cheese on the Beach!

Generation 6: Eloise

Traits:

Glutton

Squeamish

Erratic

Aspiration: Beach Life & Grilled Cheese

Career: Any at home (sell grilled cheese)

Skills:

Cooking

Fitness by Swimming

Juice Fizzing

Sooo…. I’m not my mothers daughter. All that farming was such a drag. (Though a cow is handy for fresh cheese…)

Oh, and did I tell you about the rain??? Geez, it never stops raining there. What I need is sunshine. I want lazy days on the beach with a cool drink and a grilled cheese. {sigh} Isn’t that just the thing?

RULES:

1. Move to Sulani

2. Only cook grilled cheese.

3. Cook with/Teach all kids to make grilled cheese.

4. Complete both aspirations

7. Always say “yes” to likes and dislikes!

8. Toddler early age-up:

Level 3 in ALL skills.

9. Children early age-up:

3 skills at level three

‘A’ grade

10. Must encourage toddler/child/teen skills every few days. (Parent randomly/discipline calm or strict only)

11. Teens early age-up:

‘A’ grade

level 5 in two skills

Earn any type of character value

12. Have 9 children

Are we Done Yet?

Generation 7:

Traits:

Perfectionist

Glutton

Dog Lover

Aspiration: Bestselling Novelist

Career: Freelance Writer

Skills:

Writing

Parenting

Baking

Pet Training

I fought this thing all the way. 100 babies? What was happening when 6-Greats-Granny thought this thing up anyway? But here I am. I’ve agreed to the insanity. But, I have my terms…

A) I get to have a floppy ole hound dog, (Don’t worry he will learn to mind his Ps and Qs, also.)

B) I can eat all the sweets I want…

C) I will have 7, I repeat SEVEN children only. It’s a lucky number after all.

I’m going to raise my children, just right. There will, be no mess making, loud music, temper-tantrums or other non-approved nonsense. And not a grilled-cheese in sight!!!

RULES:

1. Move to Windenberg

2. Bake daily. Eat baked goods daily.

3. Only say “yes” to likes and dislikes parent approves of.

4. Must reach MAX level in ALL toddler skills before early age-up.

5. Children and teens must do chores:

Set the table

do dishes

take out trash

clean, etc…

6. Parent MUST encourage toddler/child/teen skills daily. (Parent religiously!) All discipline must be of the strict variety.

7. Children early age-up:

Complete an aspiration

max a child skill

reach level 3 of an adult skill

‘A’ grade

8. Teens early age-up:

‘A’ grade

Max one skill

Level 3 in three skills

Earn two positive or negative character values (or one of each)

9. Teens can have jobs or join after school activities, if desired.

10. Have 7 children

This is Such a Hoot!

Generation 8:

Traits:

Dance Machine

Geek

Goofball

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Freelance Photographer

Skills:

Photography

Video Gaming

Dancing

My Great Ancestor, Andromeda, can rest easy. We are finally nearing the end! Though, along the way, I fully intend to enjoy myself.

I will be an easygoing parent. I just can’t stress it. And besides, who can resist those cute little faces. We’ll have tons of fun together.

I also run a photography club and a video-gaming club. My friends are the best and I love to throw random parties… I’m sure the kids will love it too…

1. Move to Del Sol Valley

2. Have Party Place Lot Trait

3. Always own a keg and a juice pong table

4. Have a house party after every childbirth.

5. Take photos of every child at every phase to save and sell.

6. Play with kids often.

7. Go for a pool day in the summer, and go to Mt Komorebi for skiing in winter.

8. Have a roommate or 3… They make good donors and add drama.

9. Always say “yes” to likes and dislikes.

10. Toddler early age-up:

Max Communication, Potty and one other

11. Children and teens do chores as they please

12. Parent must encourage toddler/child/teen skills at least once each life phase. All discipline must be of the calm variety.

13. Children early age-up:

‘A’ grade

14. Teens early age-up:

‘A’ grade

Level 5 in three skills.

1 positive or negative character value

15. Teens can have jobs or join after school activities.

16. Have 12 children

It’s Finally Happening!

Generation 9:

Traits:

Lazy

Gloomy

Hates Children

Aspiration: any

Career: NONE

Skills: Any that come naturally

So, I’m the last. We are finally here. Yay!?? (Or NOT) I was seriously hoping I wouldn’t get stuck with this. Yet, here I am.

I can’t stand kids really. They are smelly, messy, demanding, time consuming little goblins. Thankfully there is enough money from previous Matriarchs to hire a Maid, a Butler and a Nanny! While they take care of things, I can watch TV and nap. Pregnancy looks pretty tiring, after all. {Yawn} I’m totally exhausted just thinking about it.

1. Your kids follow traditional 100 baby rules. Except they must go to servants for help with needs. (Since Mommy doesn’t like them so much.)

2. Toddlers early age-up:

- level 3 all skills

3. Children/Teens early age-up:

- A grade

4. Have 14 children.

5. Always say YES to likes and dislikes. You don’t really care anyway.

6. Remember this sim is lazy when choosing her aspiration. You must still complete it.

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 generations #sims 4 challenge #100 baby challenge #sims 4 100 baby challenge

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century

AYO! Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle! Team Enemies-to-Lovers for the win. I bring you another oneshot. but this time i used 3 prompts like a dumbass.

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Daminette Oneshot 4.3K words (no warnings except slight cursing)

Summary:

“Marinette is invited to the Super-Rockin' Wedding of the Century and she needs a date. Alya is both her best and worst wingman.”

Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle, I used 3 prompts to make this thing: 1. "You don't have to like me, you just need to pretend you do." 2. "I like your costume. You look very cute." "Are you making fun of me?" 3. 'Write about a very unusual wedding proposal.' this is the culmination of all my efforts.

without further ado:

It was the biggest news on the internet. Global sensation, international rockstar, Jagged Stone, was officially engaged to childhood friend turned manager, Penny Rolling. Memes and fan theories stormed every corner of the web. Trending topics including #rockstar_wedding and #RollingStone permeated every social media platform. Guest lists were speculated, dress designers were tagged in every post that even mentioned the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’. It was total mayhem but none felt it worse than up-and-coming Parisian designer, M. D. Cheng, privately known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The young adult was up to her neck in design templates, and was drowning in half-baked ideas and sketches. While the internet has only heard about the proposal for a solid two weeks at this point, Marinette was in the know for six months. Jagged Stone had contacted her in advance because he needed her help with the proposal itself.

And what a proposal it was.

Jagged had outlined his idea in simple terms but it was still so mind-boggling that Marinette needed him to draw some visual aids to completely convey his idea. Initially it sounded simple enough but the more the man spoke, the more Marinette felt her brain fry at the mental picture. It first involved recreating a scene from Penny’s favourite movie. Which sounded rather romantic, if you ignored the fact that her favourite movie was Bride of Chucky. Then it involved Jagged dressed as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz. Oh, and the proposal had to happen on Halloween because that was the anniversary of their first date apparently, and based on everything else this plan entailed it might as well have been. Marinette’s role in all of this was to simply re-make the white wedding dress Chucky’s bride, Tiffany, wore because Penny already had the leather jacket to match. Of course she did. She didn’t even want to know how Jagged acquired the Tinman suit. Not her barrel of monkeys.

While many thought Jagged was the eccentric one of the pair, due to his loud personality and being an actual rockstar, the more Marinette worked for the two of them over the years, the more she learned how absolutely wrong they all were. It turned out it was Penny’s idea for Jagged to dye his hair purple, and she was the one to ask him out on Halloween all those faithful years ago. Her calm and collected demeanor was an impressive cover for the absolute weirdo she actually was. And Jagged had planned a proposal that was undoubtedly perfect for her. Regardless of how abso-fucking-lutely bizarre it was.

To each their own and let’s move on.

The set-up for the proposal started with Jagged, dressed as the Tinman, playing the part of Chucky, who begins the body-switching chant from the movie. Everything from that point on was resting on Penny’s love for the movie. Without hesitating, Penny, dressed as Tiffany, and playing her part, knew the lines by heart and immediately began reenacting the scene with Jagged. Her lines involved telling ‘Chucky’ to kiss her while she reaches for a knife that’s supposed to be in his pocket. Instead, as Jagged was still dressed as the Tinman, Penny pulled out a slip of paper. On said paper, the words ‘All the Tinman wanted was a heart’ were written in Jagged’s almost illegible chicken scratch. When Penny was distracted with the piece of paper, Jagged had gotten down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring. The actual words of his proposal were never actually said because, upon seeing the ring, Penny flung herself into the man, clipping her chin into his metal-plated shoulder, but she wasn’t complaining.

So that was how the proposal went.

Wedding planning started almost immediately since the newly engaged had already picked a theme. And this is where Marinette began to regret every life choice she has made since she was thirteen; starting with opening the mysterious box she found on her desk and ending with agreeing to being the main designer for the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. One thing that wasn’t well-known but not a secret about Jagged was that he was a superhero fan. He grew up enjoying the fictional ones in his childhood comic books and he adored the real ones he witnessed in his adult life. His song that he dedicated to the teenage Ladybug was only one part of his… appreciation. His hero-worship went so far as to beieve that a hero-themed wedding was appropriate. Or he didn’t, but also didn’t care about adhering to societal propriety and went with that theme anyways. So the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century was now the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. And twenty-three year old Marinette was incharge of the entire wedding party’s outfits.

Perfect.

As a small mercy from some god, both the bride and groom to-be had a rather short list of people in their parties. Marinette was also able to design appropriate hero-themed outfits for all of them and scheduled them for fittings in the coming weeks. That, surprisingly, was the easy part as there were plenty of heroes to draw inspiration from. However, that wasn’t the cause of her current crisis right now.

No. Marinette was up to her neck in unnecessary designs and ideas because she’s been avoiding one particular contingency in her acceptance of the wedding invitation.

She needed a date.

She needed a date because she had promised Penny that she wasn’t overworking herself and to prove it, she would bring a date to the wedding. Rather than call any of the people who expressed interest in her at some point in time, she designated herself to wallow in her situation and distract herself with designs. In the midst of her one person pity party, her phone rang under the sea of ripped out pages. She scoured for the device and hastily answered before she could accidently send the caller to voicemail.

“Hello?” She didn’t check the caller ID and was delighted at the sound of her best friend answering her.

“Marinette! How’s it going over there?” Alya’s voice was mixed in with the busy street life of Metropolis. She had moved there immediately after high school, snatching an internship with the Daily Planet and attending the local community college. She and Marinette don’t call often due to time differences, but when they do it’s like they’ve never parted. She always looked forward to her calls.

“It’s going great, Als,” if she ignored her current dilemma, then yeah, everything was perfect. “But you wouldn’t happen to have an available bachelor willing to be my date to the ‘Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century’ in your back pocket, would you?”

Alya’s answering laugh was both comforting and teasing and Marinette felt herself missing her even more. What she said next, however, took Marinette by surprise.

“Actually I do.”

“Pardon?”

“Well,” she took a pause to build suspense. “I know a guy who knows a guy. But it’s nothing shady, I swear.”

“That’s not comforting.” Oh god. What has she unintentionally signed herself up for?

“You know my coworker, Jon? The guy who does the photography for all my field work?” Alya had met Jon as soon as she had started her internship. Both of his parents were top journalists at the Daily Planet so he volunteered to act as tour guide for all the new interns. He and Alya, from the exasperated stories Marinette has heard from Nino, got along like a house on fire. If he was involved, Marinette was starting to doubt even further that this was going to end well for her.

“Yes, I know Jon. How is he by the way?”

“He’s fine, but I remember him telling me how he tried to set up his best friend on several dates over the years and how they all ended poorly. He’s as approachable as a brick wall; not just a prick but the whole damn cactus. Or so Jon says.” How does that sound like someone Marinette wanted to bring along with her to the wedding? “But he’s totally your type so I could ask Jon to wrap him up in bubblewrap and send him your way whenever you want.”

“How,” and Marinette said this with a lot of feeling, “is he my type exactly?”

“Green eyes with daddy issues.”

“ALYA!” Marinette was absolutely floored at her bluntness. She wasn’t even sorry about shouting into the receiver.

“Am I wrong? You have a type and he fits that type. Jon mentioned how this guy and his dad hit several roadblocks when they first met. And I’ve seen pictures of him so ‘green eyes’ checks too.”

“That is not my type of guy.” She can’t believe this was how this conversation was going.

“Adrien.”

“I didn’t even know who his father was at the time, Alya.”

“Felix.”

“His dad is dead! That doesn’t count as ‘daddy issues.’” She can feel her cheeks flaming as the call went on. Any hotter and she was going to set her sketchbooks on fire. “Besides, I dated Luka so he doesn’t fit the criteria.”

“He’s an outlier and that’s only because his eyes are blue.” Okay, fine she had a type. “And besides, you don’t even have to date the guy. You only need him to accompany you to the wedding and you both go your separate ways after. No harm, no foul.”

Right. That was true. No strings attached. She could do that.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she held her breath and let it out loudly, ignoring Alya’s chuckle at her dramatics.” Give Jon my number to give this guy. And send his number to me.”

“Wahoo! Look at you, girl,” Alya was hooting and hollering over the speaker and Marinette found herself going along with the theatrics. “Okay, I will. But I gotta go, my cab is here. Bye!”

“Bye! Stay safe. Oh before you go, what’s Jon’s friend’s name anyways?”

“Uh, Damian, I think.” The call ended before Marinette could respond, but it was okay she mused. Tossing her phone onto her couch, she flopped down onto her floor and stared at her ceiling contemplatively.

What could go wrong?

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When Alya had described this Damian guy as ‘not just a prick but the whole damn cactus,’ she was right. Marinette had been texting back and forth with Damian for a month, and the guy was making this idea seem less and less worth it by the day. Whenever Marinette tried to learn more about the guy, he would ghost her for days on end before replying with a half-assed response at best. She knew nothing about him other than that his first name was Damian and that he was from Gotham. She had no idea how the ball of life that was Jon was even friends with someone like Damian. She asked as much to Alya in their most recent call.

“How did they even meet?” She was pacing the floor plan of her apartment, ready to tear her hair out. “Did Damian bully him in school or something?”

“Apparently their dads knew each other and introduced them,” Alya sounded half awake, stifling a yawn; probably because Marinette had called her at 1 am, Metropolis’s time. “Their brothers being friends also forced them to get along.”

“And that’s another thing!” Marinette had paused in her pacing and was now staring intently at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Any more rage in her glare and the plant would have wilted and died. “He doesn’t tell me anything about him. I don’t need to know all his personal information, but if he’s going to be flying out to Paris on my behalf, I think I at least deserve to know his last name.”

“Hey, M,” another yawn echoed through the speaker, “I love you, truly, but maybe this could wait for holier day time hours?”

“I guess,” a vindictive part of Marinette felt like this was payback for all those inopportune calls when Marinette was busy with clients. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“It’s no big deal. But have you tried talking to him about it? If he’s ghosting your texts, try calling him. If he ignores you then too then maybe you should try finding another person to be your plus one.”

“The wedding is in two weeks, Alya!” Marinette partially regrets waiting so long to vent her frustration about the situation but she had tried to tough it out. “I would have much preferred if you were my plus one. You sure there’s no way to convince your parents to skip out on the family trip?”

“Sorry, M. Once the news about the proposal hit the internet, I tried everything. I even tried to use work, saying that I could cover the ceremony for the newspaper. My folks won’t budge though. My dad’s aunt is important to him and he wants us all at the funeral.”

“Right, right, I forgot about that.” Now she felt like an ass. “Send you dad my condolences when you see him again.”

“Will do. Good morning, Marinette. And don’t worry too much about the guy. Everything will turn up great. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Alya. Good night, get some sleep.”

The line went dead and Marinette let out a rather weary exhale. She had no idea how this was going to work. She pulled up her contacts and searched for what she had Damian saved as.

‘Douche’ flashed on her screen and she hit the call button without remorse. She didn’t care that it was also currently 1 am in Gotham. He didn’t deserve that much consideration from her.

“What?” His voice was gravely and deep. And also really pissed if his clipped tone was anything to go by.

“Damian? Hi, this is Marinette, the girl you’re accompanying to the wedding in two weeks?” Her voice was pitched as if she was dealing with an irritating customer. Fake and polite.

“I know who you are. Why are you calling me at this unreasonable hour?” Fair, but Marinette was still aggravated at him so she wouldn’t concede.

“I’m calling because we need to talk.” She heard him scoff over the line and she felt her blood boil even hotter. She took several calming breaths to reign her temper in. “Don’t hang up.”

“Look,” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse and kept talking, getting everything off her chest. “This wedding is important to me and I promised the bride I would bring a date. After that you can delete my number and we never have to speak to each other ever. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Whatever,” he sounded less annoyed from when he first answered the phone. “I will act as cordial as the situation requires, and nothing more. I also have my attire secured for the wedding and accommodations in Paris already prepared. I will see you at the wedding.”

“Than—” The sound of the call ending interrupted her and her frustration was back tenfold. With a cry in anguish she flung her phone onto her couch and stomped into her kitchen to channel her rage into baking.

Three loaves of bread and a dozen eclairs later, Marinette felt calm enough to finish the final touches on her outfit for the wedding.

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It was the day of the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. The Rolling-Stone’s, as they were asking to be called, had kept the ceremony small. Relatively. Only two hundred invited guests, few of which were asked to bring a plus one. Marinette was over the moon at the array of outfits people were sporting. Some chose full-on cosplay while others, like herself, went for more subtle nods to the heroes. In honour of a previous Ladybug, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Marinette based her outfit off of Wonder Woman’s uniform, Hippolyta’s daughter. A navy blue sequined halter top bodice that flows into a blood red A-line skirt. She paired it with a thick silver belt, silver gladiator heels rather than boots and broad silver arm cuffs. It was simple but effective. Besides, all attention should be on the bride and groom today.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention and she turned only to come face first with red with black spots. Ladybug. Someone chose her as inspiration. How flattering. Looking up to see who was wearing the Ladybug-themed suit jacket, she stared at a pair of deep forest green eyes and a sneer to ruin that ridiculously handsome face. She recognized him from the photo Alya had sent some time ago. Damian.

“Hi, Damian,” at least one of them had to be civil and Marinette knew it was going to be her. But the idea that of all the heroes for him to choose from he chose her sent her into poorly stifled fits of giggling. Images of him going ‘Lucky Charm’ and ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ were almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know what’s so amusing about my choice of attire,” his face was starting to flush in similar shades to his jacket and that made Marinette laugh harder. “Ladybug is a well respected heroine and I thought it appropriate to pay homage while in her home city.”

“No. No no. There is nothing wrong with it. I like your costume, you look very cute.”

“Are you making fun of me?” His irritation was rather cathartic for the still giggling woman.

“No, I just didn’t think you would have put that much thought into your outfit for today. You always gave me the impression that you were ready to back out at any time.”

“I made a commitment and I had all intentions to see it through the end.”

“Could have fooled me.” And her snark was back. Now was not the time to pick a fight with the guy, he did fly all the way to Paris on her behalf after all.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” and Marinette wanted to know how he managed to sound so condescending with that statement. “How did you even get an invitation to this wedding anyways? You’re not a celebrity and you don’t look like family either.”

“Actually,” she said it with more force than what was probably necessary but his slightly accusatory tone was just so irritating. “I am the lead designer for the wedding party,” her chest was swimming with confidence at the chance to talk about her job. “I’ve worked with the bride and groom for years; M. D. Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette will deny to her grave the rush of satisfaction at the absolute gobsmacked look on Damian’s face. A real fish out of water. Mouth open wide ready to catch flies. She wished she could capture this moment forever.

The moment was over too soon because Damian was regaining his composure and slipping into his default stoic expression. He cleared his throat and fixed a look at Marinette. It was rather intense.

“I believe I owe you an apology then.” He looked put-out at admitting something so menial. “I believed you were nothing more than a socialite chain climber.”

“A what?”

“When Jon reached out to me saying that a friend of one of his coworkers needed a date for an event, and when that event turned out to be the wedding of someone of such popularity, I figured you were only trying to increase your own social status by showing up with me on your arm.”

“And you said ‘yes’ anyways?” Marinette was confused but pieces of the mystery that is Damian were starting to fit in place. But something else stuck out as odd to her. “Also, how would you being my date increase my social status anyhow?”

He scoffs before answering. Bitch.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time one of Jon’s set-ups ended that way. Besides, we’ve had an agreement that I can’t turn down an offer until meeting the person face to face.” Weird deal but some friendships are just like, Marinette supposes. “And being seen with me is enough to make anyone more popular.”

“...And you are?”

“Damian… Wayne…” He spoke as if he was talking to a small child. As if it should be obvious who he was like he was some celeb— Oh shit.

A name had flashed into her mind. On the finalised guest list, Marinette had only seen it once in passing, there was a name that belonged to someone Jagged was rather excited to see. He said the friend was an old college buddy. She remembered that much. She had completely forgotten that ‘a billionaire playboy’ was also attached to the name. Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne. Suddenly everything in the past few months made perfect sense. The cold shoulder, the ghosting, and his prickly disposition. He was overly guarded because he had justified reasons to be. Now she felt like an ass.

“Oh.” Real intelligent, Marinette.

“Oh? What, you didn’t know?” He sounded incredulous at the notion and he had every right to be. Marinette could only shake her head. Words were failing her now, her brain trying to rewrite the memories of every interaction the two ever had.

She was saved from further mortification by a call for everyone to find their seats. The wedding was about to begin.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Penny’s dress was a silver grey, tied back with a golden belt. Instead of a long train, Marinette had attached a black cape that shimmered in the right lighting. Penny wore a tiara with two peaks to imitate the ‘bat-ears.’ A Batman-themed wedding dress was not something she ever saw herself making, but she was proud at how beautiful and confident Penny looked in it. Jagged was adorn in a royal blue suit with bold red lapels. He also had a matching red cape. His hair was styled in the familiar sleek way Superman wears it. The two made quite the pair.

The reception was a lively affair. Jagged had dedicated several songs to his new wife and they dazzled the crowd on the dance floor. Marinette didn’t pay much attention to the speeches beyond a quick glance at Damian when his own father stepped up to the podium. He had buried his head in his hands, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. A courtesy pat on the back was all Marinette gave to him.

The two hadn’t really spoken much since the revelation that they had completely misjudged each other. The awkward tension was almost palpable. As Marinette was gathering the courage to speak to him, to try and officially clear the air, she was being dragged by one of the bridesmaids onto the dancefloor. It was time for the bride to throw the bouquet. All the unmarried women were being corralled into a tight cluster and Marinette got swept up in the tide.

Marinette wasn’t focusing on the actual game, trying her hardest not to get trampled, when she saw something move in her periphery. Years of being Ladybug had left her with finely honed instincts so she could not be blamed when she immediately jumped and caught the incoming object. The bouquet. She had caught the bouquet. Oh that was just her luck. Deafening squeals of delight brought her out of her own head and she was suddenly being embraced in Penny’s arms. She returned the hug, sharing in her delight, before breaking away to sit down.

“Nice catch.” His voice had surprised her, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her for the rest of the night.

“Uh, thank you. Just lucky, I guess.” Damian didn’t get the chance to respond because he was being dragged by his own father to join all the bachelors in catching the garter. Marinette was equally uninterested in this spectacle and had let her mind wander to other things.

A loud uproar caught her attention again and her eyes zeroed in on Damian holding the tossed garter. He made his way back over to her, dropping himself into his seat gracelessly. The two sat in silence, contemplating the implications of them both catching the garter and bouquet. The games were done purely for tradition’s sake, with total disregard of what it was supposed to symbolise. Still. One’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Minutes ticked passed and Marinette was beginning to wonder if someone was going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“So,” Damian’s voice was slightly strained, like he wasn’t used to being this flustered. It was kind of endearing. Wait what?

“So.”

“While marriage seems far out of reach for right now,” Oh god. He was going to talk about it. “How does dinner sound, next Friday?”

“Wait,” he wanted to spend more time with her? After their disastrous first impressions? “Really?”

“Really. I believe we started off on the wrong foot,” he let out a soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating. “Which isn’t really new for me, but it’s not everyday I meet someone who doesn’t recognise me at first glance. I think you’re someone who I would like to get to know better. If that is something you are also interested in.”

“Yeah,” Marinette knows all about wanting to get acquainted with someone who she’s had a bad first impression of. Just look at her past relationships. Wow, she really does have a type. Damning thoughts for later. “Friday works for me. Seven pm?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the details then.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

The rest of the evening was spent in companionable silence with small bouts of conversation in between. They shared a couple dances on the floor and parted ways at the end of the night with budding anticipation for Friday.

As Marinette was preparing for bed that night in the comfort of her apartment, she sent a text to Alya that her friend would see later in the day.

You were right, I do have a type :(

#maribat #daminette #maridami #mgi trope tussle #mgi- server event #enemies to lovers #speedrun #i #like a dumbass challenged myself to use three prompts and i delivered #i hope #i hope yall enjoy #tumblr do me a solid #dont hide my posts #please #im begging #ml x dc #mlb x dc #tumblr please stop hiding my posts #no beta this is tussle

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kanjukucompany · 3 years

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【A3! Translation】 Fushimi Omi SSR: In One Page of My Life (1/3)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

thanks for requesting! i love omimi

(translation under the cut)

Wedding Photoshoot

Office Senior: Good work. Today's shoot wrapped up earlier than expected.

Omi: Yeah, I'm glad it went smoothly. I'll stay behind to tidy up.

Office Senior: Thank you.... Oh, right. Fushimi, I've got a favor to ask you.

Omi: What is it?

Office Senior: Remember when we did that bridal pamphlet shoot at the chapel?

Omi: Oh, yeah. We used oranges for that shoot, right?*

Office Senior: Right. It seems like it was pretty popular.

Office Senior: One of the couples that saw it requested that photographer for their wedding.

Office Senior: Since it was you and I who shot that, I'm asking for your help again, Fushimi.

Omi: I see... alright. If you're okay with me, let's cooperate again.

Office Senior: What a huge relief, thank you!

Office Senior: They've already sent me their requests about what type of photos they want, I'll send you those later.

Omi: Please do.

Office Senior: Nowadays...It seems many couples skip the wedding ceremony and just go straight to a photoshoot.

Office Senior: Though, from our perspective, it's nice to get more photoshoot requests.

Omi: Haha, agreed.

Tenma: Wow, it looks amazing.

Taichi: The dress is up so high!

Izumi: It's so poofy, it's beautiful.

Omi: I'm home. What are you guys looking at?

Kazunari: This pic that went viral on Inste! Check it out, sick right?

Omi: Yeah, it's wonderful.

Kazunari: It looks so good~.

Omi: So this is what Inste-worthy wedding photos look like...

Tenma: What is it, Omi-san?

Omi: I was assigned to do a wedding shoot with one of my senpais today.

Omi: I can't go into too much detail, but the client wants very Inste-worthy wedding photos.

Taichi: Ehh, what a coincidence!

Omi: The timing is a bit surprising.

Omi: What's with the raised hem on this dress? Is there a wire in it or something?

Kazunari: Nope! Someone actually tosses up the hem before running out of camera shot.

Izumi: They try and capture the moment before it falls, huh.

Omi: That's how? Well so much for that...

Taichi: What's wrong?

Omi: Our office is all men. It's not right to lift a woman's skirt, even if it is just for a photo.

Tenma: The bride would definitely feel apprehensive about it.

Izumi: Right in front of the groom, too...

Taichi: Then why don't you bring Director-sensei? If she did it, I doubt the bride would mind!

Kazunari: Totally~! Director-chan solves that problem ♪

Izumi: Right. If that's the case, I'm happy to help!

Omi: That would be a big help but... are you sure it's not too much?

Izumi: It's just lifting a dress, it can't be too hard.

Tenma: Are you sure...? It might take a quite a bit of skill to do it right.

Izumi: I'll be okay! Besides, I never get the opportunity to do stuff like this, so I want to try.

Omi: Thank you, Director.

Izumi: Don't worry about it! Oh, but is it okay for me to help? As an outsider and all?

Omi: I'm sure it's fine, but I'll check with the office tomorrow just in case.

*reference to omi’s 【Thoughtful Gift】 SR backstage

#request #a3 translation #a3 game #my translations #a3 #omi fushimi #tenma sumeragi #taichi nanao #kazunari miyoshi #izumi tachibana

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ruthlesslistener · 3 years

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Ok idk how to phrase this because language is hard so sorry if it sounds weird but

What are your headacanons on fav cuddling positions for some of your hk ships? (Mainly palewatcher lol but I’m also very curious about wl x dryya (idk the ship name) or any other ships you might have)

Anyways I love your blog! <3

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ENABLING ME.

Anyways yes hello I love cuddling headcanons and will answer them for pretty much any combo, be it platonic or romantic, bc cuddling...good

Palewatcher- PK prefers to be physically resting on/coiled around his partners, so he'll usually either lay down on Lurien's chest or spoon him! In both cases, he'll rest his chin on Lurien's ruff (bc somft) and coil his tail around one leg, loosely draping his arms over Lurien's torso (or holding his hand bc even if he is a bastard, he is v. soft with his mates). Lurien's fine with pretty much anything because he's touch-starved to hell and back, but he especially likes feeling PK's weight on him, as the pressure calms him down a great deal. He's also the type to pull PK closer and either press PK's face into the crook of his neck or to squash his own face into PK's shoulder, oftentimes while sleepily rubbing a hand up and down wherever he can reach in a before-bed grooming ritual. If they're just cuddling together without the intention of sleeping, then they'll usually sit side by side with their heads on each other's shoulders, or their foreheads/temples touching. They're not really a verbally sappy couple, it's all about physical touch and the allowance of it that does it for them

(Also Lurien totally would be the big spoon if he could, but the horns + PK not liking his wings being touched means that's kind of impossible, rip)

Wyrmroot- My hc for WL is that she's the most comfortable when she's sleeping upright, so what she normally does when in bed with PK is recline against the headboard, with PK draping himself over her lap under the covers- the more hidden, the better! She'll usually coil her roots around him to embrace him, which in turn helps him feel more secure and protected. Alternatively, he'll coil up by her side, with his head resting on her thigh, but what's most common for them both is for him to be lounging on her under the covers while she cradles him close to her. Non-sleeping snuggling can vary wildly, but almost always involves PK being picked up and carried by WL, something he only really tolerates from people he trusts (...which is minimal)

WL/Dryya (man we gotta come up with a ship name for them...kinda leaning towards fierceroot or something, idk)- I can't see Dryya having the luxury to sleep on the job often, but I can def. see her leaning her head on WL's shoulder to let her stroke her horns, perhaps taking quick naps to refresh while WL focuses on her work of maintaining the kingdom's crops and ecosystem through her roots. I can also see Dryya preferring to sleep with her back pressed securely up against her queen while she rests, taking comfort in her prescence while also being ready to spring into action. WL def. wouldn't do the coiling grasp around her like she does for her husband (bc Dryya either sleeps super lightly or deep enougb to be very startled by constraints if she jolts awake, but she would put an arm around her waist, or perhaps pull her up into her arms so that she can comfortably hold her without inhibiting her too much. They're more side snugglers than stackers, so with them there's a lot of arms thrown around shoulders, waists, or stomachs, lol

Bonus Crimson Nails, bc I've been in a Mood for them recently: Xero always ends up under Markoth's wing. Always. Markoth always is v. gruff/in denial about it, but if he doesn't wake up snug against a fluffy chest in a moth wing burrito roll, then SOMETHING is wrong, bc Markoth is just one of those guys who's a bear hugger even if he doesn't seem like it (or a headlocker, depending on the position)

As for Xero? He's one of those dudes who'll grab his partner's ass and/or stick his hand between their legs while dead asleep. Literally zero sexual motivations to it lol, he's just a low hugger and Markoth has to 'deal' with it, even if it ends up with Xero awkwardly hugging his knees while dead asleep. The shit u do when you're a grumpy ghost in love, amirite?

#Hollow knight #palewatcher #Wyrmroot #Crimson nails #Wl/dryya #Anon #Reply #Headcanons #hollow knight headcanons #I lov the snuggles

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qvackityhq · 4 years

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Lost and Found [Dream x Reader One Shot]

Annnd here is the first Dream x Reader one shot! This was requested by Anonymous! As always, prompt requests are always open and you can send them in by clicking here! I hope you enjoy! [: —Froggie♡

Lost and Found

As you were walking home from school, you noticed what you presumed was a stray cat curled up outside an apartment building. You, being a lover of all animals (especially cats), you find yourself approaching it very slowly and carefully, as to not scare the poor, shaking creature, and you crouch down next to it. Reaching your hand out slowly, you stroke your hand down it’s fur. This cat has the most beautiful fur, you thought to yourself as you examined it’s dark fur that had lighter spots of browns and oranges littering it’s legs, ears, and around the mouth.

As you were petting the cat, you realized that it had a collar on. There were no tags; just a simple black collar that it wore around its neck. Did someone abandon this baby? You thought to yourself, your lips twitching down into a frown at the thought of someone abandoning this beautiful cat. And the more you sat there and pet it, the more it began to purr and lean into your touch. It was very loving, you concluded.

And you knew you couldn’t just leave this baby here, so you carefully picked it up and held it close to your chest so it could warm up, and you began walking back home, now with an armful of cat.

After arriving home, you brought the cat up to your room and sat it on the bed, where it curled up again. You then went to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl of cat food and water that you use for your own cat, and brought it back to the newest addition, as you thought it may be hungry.

You carefully sat the bowls down on the floor before approaching the cat again, this time to examine it. There didn’t seem to be any signs of abuse, as it was very healthy looking and had no scratches or hurtful markings on it. You also came to realise that it was definitely a girl. After finishing checking her, you picked her up and sat her in front of the food, and you watched as she ate and you could tell she definitely hasn’t ate properly for at least a day or two.

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It’s been two days since you’ve found the stray cat, and she’s been slowly become accustomed to living with you. You had given her the name Spots, and she quickly warmed up to your own cat, Snickers. You were already planning on keeping her and officially making her a part of your little family--until you found a poster one day on your way home from class.

Outside of the apartments you had found Spots, you now find a poster taped to a lamppost stating: MISSING CAT! Please contact (786) 514-6542 if you find her. Below the text was a picture that looked just like Spots, and as happy you were to know that she was just missing and not abandoned, you were also a bit sad that you were going to have to let her go. But you knew you had to do the right thing, so you grabbed the poster and made your way back home to call the number.

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You find yourself now sitting with Spots on your lap, phone in your hand as you type in the numbers that was on the paper. You pressed call and waiting as it rang, and rang, and rang, until finally a voice answers; it was deeper, and definitely belonged to a male. “Hello?”

“Oh, uh, hi! My name is Y/N and I think I’ve found your cat...” You tell the person on this other line. You hear faint talking on the other side of the phone, and you couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but finally the voice comes back to the phone.

“Oh, thank God!” The voice says. “Are you available any time soon so I can come and get her? We’ve been missing her so much.” And you feel yourself smiling contently.

“I’m free at anytime today,” You tell the man on the other line, and then after a bit more small talk, you give him your address and the two of you hang up. You then begin to wait for the man to arrive.

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It was only about a half an hour later when there was a knock at your door. You make your way to the door, opening it to reveal a rather tall man who looked to be around the same age as yourself. You couldn’t help but notice that he had very pretty green eyes, dirty blond hair, and a bit of freckles littering around his cheeks and nose.

“Hello...” You begin to greet him, “I never really... Caught your name.” You tell him, a shy tint of pink beginning to form on your cheeks. He lets out a little laugh.

“You can call me Dream.” Dream, you thought. It was quite the unique name, but.. It suits him.

“Well, Dream, come on in. She is right on the couch here.” You say to him, moving out from in front of the door to allow the man in, before shutting it after he enters.

You make your way over to the couch to pick up the man’s cat from where she’s curled up on one of the cushions. You then bring her over to him and watch his face carefully as his eyes brighten at the sight of her.

“Patches!” He says excitedly as you hand him the cat and he takes her from you. You can’t help but let out a few small giggles as you realise that you almost got her name right.

“So her name is Patches, huh? I’ve been calling her Spots.” You tell Dream, and watch as his smile somehow grows even bigger.

“Thank you so much for taking care of her for me. She somehow managed to sneak out and I’ve been looking for her for the last couple days.” He tells you as he scratches behind Patches’ ears, making her purr loudly. And then, another meow was heard as Snickers saunters in from the bedroom and begins rubbing herself along Dream’s legs.

You watch as the man crouches down to pet your own cat with the hand that’s not holding Patches, and then he looks up at you. “I see you have one of you own.”

You nod your head, watching him interact with your own cat. “His name is Snickers!” You tell him with a grin.

“Well, he is very handsome.” He tells you before standing back up. “Alright, I think I’m going to get out of your hair now! It was nice meeting you, Y/N, and thank you again!”

You tell him that it’s no problem at all, and then escort him out and wave goodbye as he walks away with Patches in hands.

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It wasn’t until Saturday afternoon, four days after reuniting Dream and Patches, when you get another knock on your door. You had no clue who it could be--You weren’t expecting anyone--but you went and opened the door anyways. And once again, there stood Dream, and in one hand he held Patches, and in the other held what looked like a picnic basket.

“Hi, Y/N...” Dream said, trailing off for a moment. You noticed that his face began to turn a light shade of red. “I was stopping by to see if you weren’t busy...”

You raised an eyebrow at him curiously, shaking your head no as you said, “Nope.. I have no plans for the day.”

You watch as Dream grins at your words. “Good! Well.. I was hoping you and Snickers would like to go on a little picnic date with Patches and I..?” He asks you, and you could tell he was nervous.

You stare at him for a moment before your lips break out into a wide smile as you nod your head quickly. “I’d absolutely love to! But give me just a few minutes to get ready and get Snickers.”

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You now find yourself on a soft picnic blanket in the middle of the park with Dream, eating delicious sandwiches he had bought and drinking lemonade that he had made himself. Snickers and Patches, who were both on little cat leashes, were both curled up next to each other; grooming each other’s fur and purring.

The two of you ate together and talked; asking questions and having conversations to get to know each other better.

“Thank you for the amazing picnic, Dream,” You tell him after the two of you had finished eating. The both of you were now laying on your backs as you stared at the dusk-coloured sky, and he looked over at you with green eyes that had a gleam to them.

“There’s no need to thank me, I needed to repay you for finding Patches for me...” his words trailed off again for a moment, and you could see that he was hesitating his words. “And, I, uh. I wanted to see you again.”

Your own eyes widened at his words. “Really?” You asked, caught off guard.

“Yes.. I just think you’re very.. lovely. Beautiful, even. I hope that isn’t too forward, and I apologise if it is.” He says, and you could visible see the nerves he was having.

You shook your head and took his hand in your own. “No, Dream, you’re totally fine, don’t worry about it.. I think you’re very lovely. Handsome, even.” You giggled as he grinned again, and found yourself blushing as he linked your fingers together and rested them between your laying bodies.

The two of you then fell into a silence as you watched the stars begin to come out from hiding; the only sound being heard was the sound of the faint traffic in the background and both of your cats purring together.

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bitletsanddrabbles · 2 years

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Oh HEY! I Can Share This Now!

So talking about my shitty pest control job in the last post I suddenly realized: I’m no longer employed there and never will be again. I CAN TELL STORIES!

Okay. So. One thing you learn very, very quickly when you answer phones at a pest control service (or are in any job involving people and animals) is that people know nothing about animals.

Seriously. Not a damn thing. I mean, for example, they get the idea of ‘cat’, but the concept that a ragdoll and a bengal have inherently different personalities, grooming needs, space needs, etc. is a completely foreign concept. In pest control this means that people do not understand that there are some basic differences in how roof rats and Norway rats* function and therefore how you got about getting rid of them, while basically the same - exclusion, baiting, trapping - still requires some fine tuning. You are probably not going to trap roof rats by tossing four traps under the house. And your exclusion points are going to be unique to your house.

In short, beware of any company that gives you a treatment and a price over the phone. They are either one size fits none or that price is going to change radically**. I’d even be leery of ‘ballpark figures’. Now, there are different ways to handle pricing that are more ethical - my company did free investigations, another company I know charged for the investigations, but subtracted that from the total if you went with them - there are pros and cons to everything. Just know that if you call in and say ‘I have ants’ and they say ‘That’ll be $50, we’ll be out tomorrow’ you might wanna get a second opinion.

This is especially true of insects, because there are thousands - plural! - of ant species and they do not act the same!

(Okay, this is getting very long for one, short, stupid story, but bear with me. You need to know all of this to feel my pain at the end.)

The chemicals that will quickly get rid of one ant problem will make another ant problem exponentially worse. Now, if you’re a biologist who knows your ants and have nests in areas where you can get to them easily, etc, pretty much any ant can be easy to get rid of. If they’re in your walls, though, you need to at least make sure you have the right damn type of ant! And all ants like sugar, so don’t tell the pest control people you have ‘sugar ants’. That’s not informative at all!

You need your ants (or cockroaches, those are the other biggies) keyed out. The pest control people need to look at the animal, look for species specific traits that frequently require a magnifying glass, and figure out what, exactly, we’re dealing with.

One of the biggest bugbears in that job was people who wanted us to key things out over the phone. I mean, first off, yes, I had a license, but it wasn’t an inspector’s license, it was an operative’s license. Asking me to key crap was like asking an algebra person a question on advanced calculus. And I was the only person in the office who bothered getting a license, so everyone else was even more useless. But above and beyond that, you could not tell me what I needed to know! You couldn’t! Even with Norway vs. roof rats, unless you were very familiar with both species, the identifying traits were so subjective it was insane! Is it larger or smaller? Is the nose pointy or blunt? Are the ears large or small? Are you sure the ‘baby rat’ isn’t a fully grown mouse?

Can’t be done!

But boy howdy, there were people who were determined! They just had to have me try! And the more determined they were, the fewer brain cells they had.

The most memorable one was the lady who had caught a spider. She was concerned it might be a medically important spider and so she wanted it IDed. Now, while there are hundreds of spider species in this state, most of them are not of medical interest. Black Widows. Yellow Sacs. Hobo Spiders, which have actually been taken off the ‘medically important’ list due to lack of evidence. That’s it. But there has been at least one case of a brown recluse being imported and biting someone. I know because it was a relative of mine who caught the spider and took it to the hospital with her! So I could not, in all good consciousness, see if it met the description of a black widow or yellow sac and if not say ‘yeah, don’t worry about it’. I said we’d have to get an inspector out there to properly ID it.

She didn’t want to deal with it. She was concerned, but if it wasn’t dangerous, she didn’t want to take the time. “Look, can I just describe it and see if you can tell me what it is?”

Sometimes you just have to humor people. “Okay, describe it and I’ll let you know if it’s something I recognize.”

“Okay! It’s brown and it has eight long, hairy legs. What is it?”

... ... ...

I think what I actually said was “That’s could be any number of species. I’d have to send an inspector.”

What I wanted to say was “Congratulations ma’am, you have a spider.”

In retrospect, she could have been a prank caller. We certainly had enough of them. But honestly? After over seven years working there, I honestly believe she was just that big an idiot.

*which did not originate in Norway. Sorry, Norway, for whoever stuck your name on these rats.

**If they let you know up front that it might change radically, that’s fine. Ballparks are unreliable, but as long as you’re told it’s a ballpark, I will cast no stones.

#pest control #customer service #stupid customers #more about pests than you probably wanted to know #it was probably a giant house spider #but we'll never know

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bookofmirth · 3 years

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Hello, first I have to say I love you blog and your theories.

But I'm new to the Maas Universe. Last year I read all of ACOTAR and CC, I even started TOG but I'm currently stuck in Assassin's Blade (right before Heir of Fire and I've been told it gets better, but right now it sucks). So this is my first time following any of her book's releases.

So I'm kinda confused why some are saying this CC2 spoiler is so bad for this series (for ACOTAR or CC).

I'm truly excited about this crossover. In fact, I only started reading her books because there was a theory about Aelin in ACOSF. And I read all of CC as if already was the future Prythian and only afterwards I realized it wasn't supposed to connect, but it did. And now I have a lot of theories about it, but don't know if it actually fits or if was my mind creating patterns.

Of course I get the problems the IC has and SJM is obvious obsessed with Feysand despite being the most toxic pairing ever (he basically groomed her).

But it's not enough to damp my excitement about the next books. Even the possibility of interactions between the other characters (who aren't the precious Feysand) already cheer me up.

I'm not trying to be rude, I just don't understand what's wrong with the crossover. Please, educate me.

Hello! Don't worry, you weren't rude at all!

So the tl;dr is that it's a totally personal preference in my case. There isn't anything "objectively" wrong with there being a crossover. There are plenty of stories where there is a multiverse or parallel universes or whatever.

So I'm kinda confused why some are saying this CC2 spoiler is so bad for this series (for ACOTAR or CC).

There could be a few reasons for people to think this. I don't want to put words in people's mouths so others can feel free to jump in.

Personally, I'm just not into crossover type things because then every little coincidence seems more important than it is, and tbh... this is just my opinion, but it feels like a lazy way to make things happen in the plot! Horrible problem that the rules of one universe prevent us from solving? Someone from another world can fix it!

I think that some people are into CC but not acotar (or vice versa), and don't want to see the worlds mix.

Some people don't like Rhys/Feyre/feysand and don't want them to be involved in plots that they weren't involved in before.

There are also questions - and I fall into this group as well - about sjm's ability to pull this incredibly complex thing off, and have it work. The CC world is miles more complex than acotar, and so already it feels very incongruent. The plot of acosf is a very good indication of why people are wary.

To me, it also feels like she is tacking things on - I honestly do NOT think that she has been planning alllll of this stuff this whole time, or acotar would have had better worldbuilding from the start. If I were to guess, I would say that she decided to write CC and in doing so thought about how to connect the stories, and then took a look back and what she already had that she could make use of. Like how the Dread Trove came out of nowhere in acosf, and now might be connected to CC? But where were any hints of this trove in acotar through fas? There were zero. She decided this thing later on. Which is fine! That can work. Clearly, people think she's been planning this down to the letter since the beginning. I just... don't.

One more thing I am iffy on - the fact that acotar and cc readers are not necessarily the same people, and so is this going to be written in a way that those readers can stay separate? I told a non-fandom friend about the leaks and she hasn't read cc, and she went "fuck, do I need to read this now?" And while sjm can do whatever she wants, it also feels a bit... frustrating? Misleading? To have separate series and act like they are separate stories even if they aren't separate universes, and then pull the rug out from under people like five books in.

It's totally possible you were seeing the patterns and parallels! When I reread hoeab, I actually did the same thing. I do think that once she was writing hoeab, she knew where it was going. And based on ToG, it is absolutely possible for her to write a planned out story where actual hints are dropped and have meaning. acotar just... hasn't been that story, although ToG and CC have, and so it's like? How does this fit.

I know that some people are hyped for the crossover. I would tag a friend, but she's avoiding spoilers 😂 I think she's going to flip and love it. If you love it, then don't let the fandom spoil your enthusiasm! I wish this dumbass ship war weren't happening, because imagine that actual theories and analyses people could do if we weren't wasting our time on bullies and assholes.

Sorry this was long, I had a lot of thoughts!

#sjm critical #ask #anon #hosab spoilers #spoilers #hosab

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goldenbeatle · 3 years

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Grooming Products

People ask me about the grooming products I use on Beatle all the time, so I thought I'd put together a little list of my favorites. Some of them are specifically for poodle fur-type but some of them I use on Mari, too :) None of these are affiliate links, I'm just sharing because I get this question so often.

Chris Christensen’s Coral Brush

First up is Chris Christensen’s Coral Brush. I use this brush literally every single day, it has totally transformed the way I groom Beatle. I know it seems insane to spend that much money on a brush but seriously, it is magical. If you have a dog with poodle-like fur, you need this brush. If you have a dog with a different fur type, this brand has different types of brushes for different coat types.

Butter Comb

Another Chris Christensen product— this comb is the best comb and can be used on any fur type.

CHI Detangling Spray

This detangling spray has been such a lifesaver for getting burs out of Beatle’s fur after she plays outside. It can be used on any coat type and works incredibly well to get tangles out of your dog’s fur.

White on White Shampoo

I’ve tried a LOT of whitening shampoos and this one is definitely my favorite. It cleans and whitens fur but it doesn’t bleach it, so it’s perfectly fine to use on dogs who aren’t solid white.

Blueberry Facial

This is another whitening shampoo I like a lot. The smell is absolutely amazing and lingers even after the bath but isn’t overpowering. It doesn’t whiten the coat quite as well as White on White (linked above) but it works really well as a general shampoo.

Cucumber Melon Face Wash

This is a whitening foam specifically for your dog’s face. It’s gentle and doesn’t irritate the dog’s eyes and does a great job removing any stains on their face. The first time I used it, I couldn’t believe how well it worked.

Lavender Dog Shampoo

This product is just a good general shampoo for any dog. The lavender smell is wonderful and it always leaves my dogs soft and clean.

Everyday Isle of Dogs Conditioner

This is the only brand I use for conditioner. They have two scents— Violet & Sea Mist (linked above) and Jasmine & Vanilla. I’ve tried, and highly recommend, both. On the rare occasion that I skip using this conditioner when bathing my dogs, I notice that it’s way harder to brush their fur out after. It makes a huge difference.

Opawz Pet Hair Dye

I have tried just about every brand of dog hair dye on the market and Opawz is, in my opinion, the absolute best. The color is vibrant and lasts longer than any of the other brands I’ve tried. They also have a line of color shampoo which you apply in the bath like any normal shampoo, let sit for a while, and it gives you a temporary pastel color.

Dog Sunscreen Spray

This isn’t exactly a grooming product but it’s something I use a lot so I wanted to include it. This natural sunscreen is for dogs who are hairless or who get shaved pretty short in the summer. Whenever I have Beatle clipped short I always apply this before we go outside in the sun. Dogs can get sunburnt just like humans, but using this product can prevent that.

Every dog is different so I strongly encourage you to always do your own research before using a product on your dog. These are products that I like and use in my grooming routine, but your experience might be different.

#dogblr #dog grooming #poodle #standard poodle #goldendoodle #service dog #working dog #sport dog #warren london #opawz #hair dye #hair care

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out.

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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.

You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).

You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"

"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"

"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"

"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.

"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"

"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

"Even the man who was here the week before?"

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.

"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.

You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."

There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."

"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."

He nods his head in understanding.

"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."

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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

"How convincing they are."

"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.

As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"

He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."

"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."

Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."

"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."

"She would've."

"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

---

Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"

"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."

---

The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

"Thank you..."

"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."

"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.

"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."

"Cause I love animals."

"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!

You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"

"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"

"Put on your seatbelt."

There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"

"Much."

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