#Interactive Whiteboards for Business

[vivencyglobal]

Interactive Flat Panels: Transforming Learning and Collaboration

In the current, digital era, technology takes a place in the improvement of education and business communications. Vivency Technology LLC has to offer state of the art Interactive Flat Panels (IFP) especially designed for classroom and conference room settings. The IFPs provide engaging, interactive, and collaborative experiences for educators, students, and professionals alike. The cutting-edge features define the Interactive Flat Panels of Vivency to redefine traditional learning and meeting environments into dynamic, highly efficient spaces.

Core Features of the IFPs of Vivency Technology LLC

1. Multitouch interactive touch screen

The touchscreens of the IFPs of Vivency Technology LLC are enormous high-definition screens offering smooth, high-resolution, and responsive interaction for users in a classroom or conference room, allowing them to write, draw, annotate, and manipulate content with or without fingers. The touch interface fosters rich engagement, making learning or presentations far more interactive and effective.

2. Multi-user collaboration

Collaboration is very much an element of modern education and business conversations. Multi-user interaction is thus facilitated by these IFPs, enabling multiple persons to share the active area on the surface at the same time. A group of students might be solving a problem together, or sometimes it could be a team of staff brainstorming ideas during a meeting; this is when they need the multi-touch element for real-time collaboration.

[charile0]

Enhancing Collaboration and Presentations with Interactive Whiteboard Solutions in Dubai

In today’s digital age, effective communication and collaboration are essential for success, especially in conference rooms, classrooms, and meeting spaces. The rise of interactive whiteboard solutions has revolutionized how businesses and educational institutions present ideas, brainstorm, and engage with digital content. These advanced tools allow users to interact directly with the screen, creating dynamic, engaging, and collaborative experiences. With the increasing demand for digital transformation, interactive screens in Dubai are becoming a game-changer for modern organizations.

Interactive screen displays are at the core of these solutions, offering intuitive touch interfaces and vibrant visuals. Whether you’re using an interactive display board for presentations or collaborating on a project, these displays enable seamless interaction between participants, whether in-person or remote. The smart board in Dubai market has exploded in recent years, with businesses and educational institutions seeking smarter ways to deliver content, share ideas, and engage their audiences.

The interactive smart whiteboard combines the traditional whiteboard’s versatility with the power of digital technology. It provides touch-sensitive surfaces, allowing users to draw, write, annotate, and share content directly on the board. This enhances creativity and ensures that discussions are more hands-on and engaging. Smart interactive displays offer even more flexibility by integrating with various software applications, enabling users to present multimedia content, collaborate on documents, and hold interactive sessions that are efficient and productive.

One of the standout features of interactive whiteboard presentation equipment is its ability to transform any meeting or presentation into a more interactive and engaging experience. With the right equipment, you can add videos, images, and even real-time updates, making the content richer and more engaging. For those looking to integrate digital display boards into their spaces, these boards can serve as signage or interactive touchpoints that provide information, improve collaboration, and promote engagement.

As businesses in Dubai continue to adopt more modern and tech-savvy environments, interactive whiteboard solutions are quickly becoming a must-have for any organization. These tools not only improve collaboration but also enhance productivity and creativity, providing teams with the ability to share information seamlessly and interact in real-time.

In conclusion, whether you're looking for a smart interactive display for your office, school, or conference room, investing in interactive whiteboard technology can transform the way you present, collaborate, and communicate. With powerful features like touch interactivity, high-definition displays, and seamless software integration, these tools are essential for businesses and institutions aiming to stay ahead in an increasingly digital world.

[benchmarktechnomate]

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[the-royal-hand]

I've been SO busy on whiteboard. If anyone ever sees me there please say hi and draw and interact with me I love it to death.

[penny00dreadful]

And They Were Roommates! - Part 2

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Eddie had called out of work the next day. Steve could hear him making his apologies to Mrs. Henderson who'd taken over the running of the shop when her husband passed.

Steve knew she'd probably tell him to stay home for the rest of the week, probably longer if she could get away with it, but Eddie loved every second he spent working there. Adored Dustin. Adored the other kids, Steve's kids, who used the back room for their dice game after closing on Thursday evenings.

Eddie would have to be beaten away from the premises with a bat. A bat with nails.

Steve might just have to give it a try if the idiot refused to rest properly.

He wasn't mothering him.

He was like… distant cousining him.

When he heard Eddie retreat back to his room after the call and when a light rumbling of snores came through the wall maybe a half an hour later, Steve finally made his exit from his room.

He hadn’t wanted Eddie to think he needed to put on a brave face or act like he was okay if Steve was out in the public spaces while he made the call. 

Not because he cared.

Just so Eddie wouldn’t have to pretend.

And so he himself didn’t have to deal with the tension.

Yeah, right.

Also, it was the least he could do to complete Eddie's designated chores off the whiteboard that there had been war over. 

Robin and Eddie’s friend Chrissy had been forced to come in and mediate the whiteboard before one of them set the other's hair on fire. Though by the end of the day the two best friends had been too busy making eyes at each other to be of any help.

Steve was taking a risk; messing with the delicate whiteboard balance that stayed the same, week in, week out, lest another war start. But if Eddie wasn’t up for going to work, he certainly wouldn’t be up for sweeping, mopping, countertops and garbage.

And like, Steve could hardly blame him, he’d been through a lot yesterday, he’d been betrayed by the guy he’d cared most about. He was attacked and had his heart broken all in one night.

So it was whatever.

Just a few chores. 

Whatever.

At least he didn’t have to worry about keeping the noise down. Eddie could sleep through the apartment being ripped up by a cyclone then dropped into Oz.

He’d probably sleep through any and all musical numbers to follow, too.

Though he’d be bummed about missing them.

A few hours had passed by that point and Steve was just about to sit his lovely bottom on the couch to enjoy some good old fashioned thoughtless tv when there was a knock at the door.

He half expected Mrs. Henderson to be on the other side with half a hospital in tow behind her as well as, like, fifteen gallons of her famous chicken noodle soup. Which Steve would not turn down for love nor money and would steal a minimum 50% share.

As was his right.

But it wasn’t Claudia.

It was some guy. 

Some guy who had a bandage over his nose, a harsh purple colour blooming underneath, sitting a little off as though broken. Some guy who had cuts and scratch marks all over his face and neck.

Some guy who seemed to be affronted at the very sight of him.

But as he stood there Steve could see the clogged up gears working in his brain before the guy opened his mouth and said "You're Steve, the roommate."

Steve pursed his lips. 

Well, this interaction was off to a great start. 

Though if this was who Steve thought he was, he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

"I'm Steve. Eddie's the roommate.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “What was with the look?"

The guy blinked at him. "What look?"

"The look you gave me, when I opened the door. Like I'd shit on your shoe." He answered with a cocked eyebrow and a cocked hip.

"Oh, uh… I just thought Eddie had shacked up with someone already.” The guy laughed. “Bit soon.” He shrugged and smiled at Steve as though looking for some kind of commiseration for a good joke, two men giving each other nudges about how silly their wives were or whatever other shit straight people did.

But Steve had no commiseration to give.

So this was definitely the shithead, then. Rick.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, practically acting like a barricade, blocking off access to the apartment with his arms crossed. "Don’t like the idea of him having someone at home?” He asked in a light tone. “Bit hypocritical if you ask me.”

Rick’s face immediately soured. "That wasn't his business to tell."

“I think you lose the privilege to that kind of privacy when you fuck around on people you’re supposed to love.” Steve shrugged. “Or just people in general.”

“Who the hell are you to judge me?” Rick puffed his chest out. “You don’t know me.”

“And thank god for that. I don’t need to know you. I know you’re a cheater, that’s enough.”

Rick scoffed. “Whatever, man. I’m not here to debate morality or some shit with you. I’m here to see Eddie.”

“No.” Steve answered as simply as he could. 

The guy seemed to need things to be concise.

Rick looked bewildered. “Ex- excuse me?”

“You got cotton in your ears or something? I said no.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? His keeper? You know he hates you right?”

Steve pulled his mouth down into a mocking pout. “Oh no.” He sighed, deadpan. “I’m so heartbroken.”

“Listen, I’m not getting into it with you right now, man. So call Eddie out or move.”

“Or what?” Steve leaned forward a little, feeling his blood light on fire. 

There would be nothing more he’d love at this moment than Rick trying to square up to fight. 

The guy was a little taller than him, but Steve was much broader, much stronger and though it wasn’t something he liked to do, he knew he could throw a decent punch if it was for someone else.

That much was obvious. 

Thinking back on the things Eddie had said last night, the things Rick had tried, the way he’d cried into Steve’s shoulder, Steve would break Rick’s nose all over again if given half a chance.

“Steve.”

Eddie appeared next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from the door.

Rick looked between the two of them before his eyes landed back on Steve, snapping at him “You can fuck off now.”

Steve raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘oh, can I?’, but even so, he looked at Eddie, waiting for some sign of what he wanted, whether he wanted him to stay or go.

But Eddie gave no indication of what he wanted, wedging himself in between the two and pulling the door tighter to himself, his expression thunderous through the blooming bruises and angry cuts.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

Steve took that as his cue to go. Even through all the bluster and posturing and how much the two of them still didn’t like each other-

We barely tolerate each other, Steve insisted to himself, we don’t like each other. I don’t like him.

-he wasn’t going to force himself into this drama and if Eddie needed to tear this guy to shreds on his own, Steve would let him.

But he had barely taken a step back before Eddie’s hand shot out, grasping at what he could until he had a fistful of Steve’s shirt, white knuckling it and stopping him in his tracks.

The movement was hidden by the door, Rick wouldn’t have been able to see it and Eddie didn’t acknowledge that he’d done anything, still staring his ex down.

Steve stopped dead where he was and when Eddie seemed to realise that he wouldn’t be moving, his hand loosened, coming back up to rest against the door.

“I’m here to sort things out between us. Try to fix it.” Rick said, his voice going soft.

Eddie exhaled a derisive laugh through his nose. “Why don’t you go and ‘fix’ your wife?”

Steve crossed his arms, standing guard in the back but still mostly out of sight.

“C’mon babe…” Rick reached out, attempting to grasp at Eddie’s fingers but Eddie snatched his hand back. “I think you’re just… making a big deal out of this when you don’t need to.”

“A big deal?” Eddie snapped, leaning forward. “Not only have you been cheating on your wife but you’ve been cheating on me too.”

“You?” Rick sputtered, incredulous.

He exhaled with an eye roll and only then noticed that Steve was still standing there.

“Are you serious?” Rick almost shrieked. “What the hell are you still here for? Show’s over, normie!” He waved his hand in Steve’s direction as though dismissing him.

Steve raised his eyebrows and smiled back, not moving an inch.

Rick looked back to Eddie. “Are you not going to do anything about him? We’re in the middle-”

“Oh my god.” Steve injected as much sarcasm as he could. “Is this a private conversation? I had no idea.”

Rick’s face was turning red with frustration. “You got a real attitude problem, man.”

Steve turned his mouth down in a pout. “Oh no.”

“That’s it.” Rick slammed against the door all of a sudden, wrenching it from Eddie’s grip and almost blowing it open if it wasn’t for Steve’s hands stopping it in its tracks.

The sudden stop jostled Rick, sending him slightly off balance and Eddie took the opportunity to kick out hard, swinging his leg up until it landed in between Rick’s legs. 

Eddie retracted his foot for just a second as Rick crumpled with a scream of pain before kicking out again, catching him in the hip and shoving him back into the hallway, sending him sprawling.

“Lose my fucking number, asshole.” 

Eddie spat down at Rick before turning back inside and slamming the door behind him.

His eyes were still narrowed and furious as he glared at Steve who could do nothing but stand there.

The sound of Rick’s groans were still echoing beyond the door as the two of them looked at each other.

The silence stretched on as Eddie heaved heavy breaths in and out and Steve stared dumbfounded.

There was a glossy sheen to Eddie’s eyes by the time Steve opened his mouth, not sure of what he was going to say.

But it didn’t matter.

Eddie stormed past him without a backwards glance, his hair just disappearing behind the door before he slammed it closed and the wailing of a guitar and the crashing of drums started to scream out of the speakers in his room.

He didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the day. Didn’t knock on his door to try to pull him out and didn’t try to get him to talk.

Steve was only just waking up the day after when he heard Eddie’s bedroom door open and shuffling coming down the hall towards the phone.

He twiddled his thumbs, waiting in his room while he heard Eddie’s muttered conversation. 

He didn’t want to interrupt, didn’t want to have to force his presence on Eddie before it was necessary but he really had to pee and he’d have to walk past the phone to get to the bathroom.

Thankfully the conversation didn’t last long but then Eddie shuffled away from his own room towards the bathroom and Steve had to take some very deep breaths.

He couldn’t really be mad at him for it, the guy hadn’t come out of his room at all yesterday after the confrontation, he deserved to pee but Steve felt like his kidneys were gonna start failing at any second.

When he heard Eddie shuffle back into his room Steve nearly cracked the wall with how hard he threw the door open, rushing down the hallway and into the bathroom before he exploded.

Eddie hadn’t made another appearance by the time Steve was grabbing his keys for work and as much as it irritated him, he was feeling a little wary about leaving him all alone for most of the day.

Turned out he didn’t really need to worry about it.

Just as he had turned back towards Eddie’s room, there was a knock on the front door.

He swung it open to find bouncing blonde curls and a bright perky smile.

“Hi Steve.”

“Oh, hey Chrissy.” He stepped aside, allowing her to sweep inside. Her sweater was very unusual. Dark blue and baggy and tucked into her light wash jeans. Steve could have sworn he’d seen it before. There was a large plastic bag in her hand that a glance inside told him was filled with every tooth rottingly sweet thing she could have scooped off the shelves at their local store.

She placed the bag on the kitchen counter with a light clink of glass against glass coming from inside.

Maybe it was also a day-drunk type of visit.

“How is he?” Chrissy asked, blinking up at him with her big earnest eyes.

“I’m… not sure?” Steve shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

She nodded. “Okay. That’s okay.”

“I think I’m probably going to call over to Robin’s after work.” He muttered, trying to keep his burning blush down. “Hang out for a little bit.”

He didn’t think he needed to say he was doing it to give Chrissy and Eddie their space, to do their ice-cream and chocolate and alcohol and talk about how terrible men were without him hovering. But thankfully she got it, smiling at him so bright it almost hurt to look at.

“Could you…?” She hesitated, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. “Could you ask Robin- never mind.”

Steve opened his mouth to assure her it was okay to continue but she barrelled on.

“The boys are coming over later too. Is that okay?”

“The boys?” Did she mean the kids?

“From the band.”

“Oh! Yeah I mean why wouldn’t that be okay? Eddie lives here too.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to check in case-”

“In case I complained about it later?” He tried to ask in his kindest tone. Maybe he’d been guilty of bitching about them in the past but he would never deny Eddie his support system, not at s time like this.

Even if he did… dislike him?

Did he still dislike him?

What was he talking about, of course he did.

“I’m sorry.” Chrissy looked incredibly guilty and Steve couldn’t stand it.

“No, you were right to ask. I haven’t- I’ve been a bit rude in the past.”

She looked like she wanted to apologise again so he shot her a warm smile and patted her on the shoulder. “I have to get to work, but take care of him, yeah?”

She gave him a curious look but nodded, sending him out the door with a wave of her hand, her sleeve following loosely where it was still pulled over her fingers.

Steve was halfway through his shift by the time Robin came in. She worked shorter hours ever since she’d taken that part time internship as a translator.

They’d just gotten past their mid-day coffee rush by the time they had a chance to talk.

“Are you doing anything after this?” He asked her, leaning back against the counter.

“Is this your way of asking me out?” Robin was rifling through the under counter refrigerator next to him, throwing out any old stock that had gone out of date.

“Yes.” Steve nodded. “I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for years and I thought now was the best time to confess.”

“You could have picked a more romantic location.” She sniffed at a container of strawberries, considering before shaking her head and dumping them.

“But my heart told me it had to be now, Birdie.”

Robin just rolled her eyes at him.

“So?” He nudged her with his foot, very nearly sending her off balance. “You, me, two of the best subs this city has and your couch. It’s my best offer.”

She shut the refrigerator door, pushing herself to stand, using the counter for balance. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Steve absentmindedly snapped his fingers at her, remembering.

“Oh! You have a date tonight, right?” 

“I did have a date tonight but sh- he cancelled.”

“He cancelled, did he?” Steve smirked, trying not to enjoy the poorly masked revulsion on Robin’s face at having to pretend to be dating a man.

“Yes. He did. Rain check for another time.”

“Bummer.” 

Robin hadn’t told him much about the girl she was seeing and Steve hadn’t pushed for any more information than she was willing to give. When she wanted him to know, he’d know.

“But-” he continued “-that leaves your schedule wide open for a date with me.” He spread his arms wide open and smiled at her.

“Well, aren't I just the luckiest girl in the world?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“The luckiest. Any reason for the rain check?”

Robin nodded. “Friend emergency.”

“Oh. That’s sweet.”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “He’s a very sweet…” her nose scrunched up, “boy.”

“Very sweet boy.” He repeated with a smile. “So can I steal your keys? Have everything all spread out for you when you get home?” He dragged his hand down his chest, wiggling his hips.

“God, Steven.” Robin shuddered. “You’re repulsive.”

“Wrong. I am a dish.”

“Ugh. Gag.”

Steve pouted at her. “I’ll get you a milkshake too, how about that?”

She crossed her arms and stuck her nose up. “Fine.”

She could only hold for so long before she started to break, cracking a smile.

“If you two don’t mind,” a voice next to them said and they both jumped, seeing Mark their manager standing there, “could you stop flirting and get back to work?”

Neither of them even bothered arguing that they were not flirting anymore. They both knew the rest of the staff had a betting pool going on when they would get together.

They would be waiting a very long time.

By the time Robin got home, Steve had himself swaddled in her blankets and had stolen her best hot water bottle.

Why did she live somewhere so cold?

His toasty warmth didn’t last very long, however. 

She wrestled the hot water bottle from his grip by resorting to dirty tactics, pulling at his hair until he let it go. 

“How many times have I told you the hair is off limits?” He hissed at her, trying to fix it. His hair was his fucking signature, how could she be so rude?

“That is exactly why I go for it every time. It’s your weak spot.” She grinned, smug in her win and attempting to pull the throw off of him as well.

“Go get one of my sweaters if you’re gonna be such a big bitch baby about it. I just got off work.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. “I’m tired.”

“I brought you subs and milkshakes!”

Robin heaved out a heavy, put upon sigh. “Fine.” She heaved herself up from the couch, still clutching at the hot water bottle and disappeared inside her room.

Steve took the opportunity to swaddle himself again, just getting cosy when he heard Robin call out, “Evie, did you steal my sweater?”

“Which one?” He shouted back. He probably had five or more of hers at home and he wasn’t even sure if all of those had started out as hers or his.

“The blue one!”

“Which blue one?”

“The new blue one!”

“What does it look like?”

“What do you think it looks like, it’s fucking blue!”

Steve rolled his eyes and tried to remember any blue sweaters that existed within his own apartment. 

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have it. I don’t even remember you getting a new blue sweater.”

“Well where the hell is it then?”

“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t even know it existed!”

“You’re supposed to know these things!”

“Maybe the sweater fairy stole it.” He snickered to himself until a dark red sweater that had definitely belonged to him first hit him in the face.

“You are the sweater fairy.” She pouted, sitting back down and stealing the throw from his lap.

“Don’t hate crime me. It’s rude.” He tugged the throw back over his legs, leaving her enough slack to cover herself as well.

Robin reached over to snatch her sub from the coffee table. “So.”

“So.”

“Something’s going on with Eddie.”

“What?” Steve ran through the entire day in his head. He didn’t think he’d mentioned Eddie once. “When did I say there was something going on with Eddie?”

“You didn’t.” Robin’s mouth went slack in the way it usually did whenever she was hiding something but she covered it up with a large bite, speaking through a full mouth. “But you’re here and not at home so…”

“That’s not that unusual.”

“No, but what is unusual is that you asked if you could steal my keys instead of just taking them.”

“Oh.” Yeah. That was not the norm. “Um, well it’s not really my place to say-”

“Who am I going to tell?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“Tell me.” She jabbed him with a sharp elbow.

“I don’t know if I can.” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“I mean, nothing too personal, if you don’t wanna.” She backtracked with a shrug.

“Doesn’t matter what I want. The thing is it’s not my business, it’s Eddie’s.” He shrugged. “But there was some… relationship drama the other night.”

“Ooh. Juicy drama?”

Steve winced. “Not exactly. More like… red flag drama.”

“Oh shit. Chr- I didn’t know that.”

Steve looked at her, bewildered. “I wouldn’t expect you to, how would you know?”

Robin just shrugged, shoving another large bite into her mouth. 

“I don’t really… I’m not comfortable talking about the things Eddie and I talked about but I do need you to help me… figure myself out.”

“Okay, that I can do. I’m an expert at it. I helped you find your sexuality.”

“Find it? It wasn’t fucking lost Birdie.”

“Yeah, but I brought it out into the sunlight.”

“Jesus, you’re acting like you released it from captivity. I knew. I’ve always known. Just because you didn’t know that I know, doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”

She shoved his arm. “I unlocked it.”

He shoved her back. “You didn’t unlock shit.”

She shoved him again. “I unlocked it. You’re welcome.” 

He gave her a final shove with a huff to go right along with it. “Whatever.”

“Okay, no more side tracking. Tell me your scrambly brain thoughts.”

“Alright. Um. Okay. So.” Shit. How much could he tell her without either breaking Eddie’s trust or revealing too much. “So there was drama the other night, between Eddie and the boyfriend, you know that much. I won’t say what happened but he didn’t get home until like four in the morning and he called out of work yesterday and today-”

“He called out?!” Robin shrieked, open mouthed. She’d lived with Eddie long enough and been through enough of Steve’s bitching to know just how much Eddie loved that job.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. It was… it wasn’t good, Birdie, what happened. It was actually really fucking fucked up.”

She nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“So then yesterday he’s trying to sleep it off pretty much and there’s a knock at the door.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah and I go get it because I had assumed it would be Mrs. Henderson with some chicken noodle soup and you know I’d kill my own mother for some of that soup-”

“-I’d kill your mother for some too, yes.”

“-yeah. But it wasn’t Mrs. Henderson, it was Rick, the boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, I don’t know and he was trying to like, bully his way into the apartment to see Eddie and I don’t know what happened with me but-”

“-you went full guard dog protector mode didn’t you?”

“I…” Steve sighed, looking down at his hands. “Yeah, I did. Why did I do that? It’s none of my business. I don’t even like the guy. Why would I care?”

“Because you always care, Evie. You saw someone who needed help and you helped, it’s what you do.”

Steve scoffed. “Hardly. It’s not like I’m some fucking selfless hero for doing it.”

“Nah, you kinda are.”

“It was just some guy!”

“And you’re just some guy too!”

Steve glared at her, offended. “You take that back.”

Robin looked at him for a moment. “Okay, fair, retracted.”

He gave her a small grin and dragged the sleeves of the sweater over his fingers.

“Hey! Stop, you’ll stretch it!”

“What does it matter if I stretch it, it’s mine.”

“It is not.”

“It is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!” He jabbed her in the side, knowing full well that if they continued the way they were this could go on all night. It had gone on all night more than once.

Robin squawked and immediately lunged, her hands grabbing at the top of his head. 

“No, no! I told you not the hair!”

“And I told you it’s your weakness.” She hissed, her eyes flashing as he scrambled at her wrists before she could get her fingers buried deep enough.

“Boobies!” He shouted, as loud as possible. The effect was immediate, Robin tried to cringe away from him with a look of disgust. “Boobies, boobies, boobies!”

“Oh my god are you five fucking years old? Can you not say tits or breasts or fucking mammary glands or something like a damn adult?” She wrenched her wrists away from him. “I’m so embarrassed for you.”

“I’m embarrassed of your face.”

“I’m embarrassed of your weird man hair.” She scowled, patting at his chest. 

“You shouldn’t be. Everyone loves the chest hair. Even the lesbians. It’s like a respect thing.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Steve pouted to himself.

He just wanted to help. He wanted to make sure Eddie was okay, that he would continue to be okay and there was this horrible little part in the back of his head that also wanted to make sure that no one would put their hands on Eddie ever like that again.

It was weird and possessive in a way he really shouldn’t have been feeling about his irritating as shit roommate who didn’t even have the courtesy to play guitar with headphones on half the time.

No matter how good his playing was.

“I can smell your hair burning.”

“What do I do now, Birdie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I want to help, I guess. But I don’t know how. We don’t even like each other, why would he accept my help?”

“Well… how did he react when you did what you did?”

“He… I guess he… I was going to leave when Rick came to the door and he stopped me. He didn’t say anything to me, he didn’t even look at me but he grabbed onto me and… I think he was scared, Rob. I’ve never seen him scared.”

“Well Steve, I think you’re gonna do what you always do. Help. Whether you know you’re doing it or not, whether you even really mean to, you always help.”

"You're making me out to be some sort of saint."

“I’m really not.” She shook her head. “You’re just… you.”

“Wow, incredible observation there, Birdie.”

“Oh, fuck off and finish this for me.” She shoved the rest of her sub into his hands.

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation.

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[dancingdonatello]

Hello :>

Can I ask for a 2012!Donnie x mute!reader where Donnie doesn’t quite realize he has a crush on reader and not April until Splinter/his brothers point out how he’s been a lot more excited ever since April introduced reader to them, and how he started learning sign to understand and translate their responses, etc? Idk i just thought it might be cute for a realization :)))

(Btw reader is not deaf so they can hear everyone but they just have to use pen and paper/sign to talk)

2012 donatello x mute reader

April and Casey introduce you to him. When he’s too busy staring at April to catch your name and asks you what is it with an embarrassed look, you don’t answer. He gets even more embarrassed thinking he’s upset you already.

The whole turtle thing is a a lot and for him to be rude and not listen to your name probably didn’t help.

But it turns out, later when you bring him a piece of paper with a name on it, that you can’t talk. Or maybe just won’t. He doesn’t really know.

You give him new things to think about other than the Kraang and the Shredder and his mutants. He makes an expandable white board for you. “So you don’t have to write notes and waste paper anymore,” he explained when you looked confused. He placed his hands over yours to help you pull the two sides out, revealing the large whiteboard held inside.

Raph snorts at the unnecessary touch, but he just ignores him.

“Plus, it’s easier to carry around than a big whiteboard!” he smiles at you. Splinter narrows his eyes at him.

Then he gets the idea to learn sign language. You already know some, but since a lot of people don’t know it, you never really went through with getting super fluent. But when Donnie shows interest, you start to practice again.

He doesn’t force his brothers to learn, but he devotes a lot of time to it. It’s hard with having a few less fingers than a human but he manages. He prints out pictures of the simplified signs for objects around his lab and sticks them to them. Hopefully, he’ll learn as he sees them everyday.

He finds himself flipping over his April interaction board and writing down ideas for stuff to make you, reminders and tips for ASL.

Only when he runs out of space and turns around to the April side to start taking things down does he finally realize.

It doesn’t help that he thinks back to all the weird looks his family had been giving him when he would sit down next to you instead of fighting with Casey over the spot next to April.

Of course this leads to him being just as speechless as you, stumbling over every word spoken to you and staring a little too intensely at your fingers when you sign something for him.

And of course that one embarrassing time he was too busy daydreaming about you while staring at your face as you tried to get him to read what you had written on your whiteboard. Raph still wouldn’t let it go.

[nqueso-lies]

Hi Queso! First of all, I love your blog! But, since the next episode is days away I feel like clowning lol. So let's all grab some popcorn while I dig out my clown makeup, a whiteboard and present my prediction for the next episode in 9-1-1 style: 1) Tommy has a day off once again (pookie is so good at picking his days off right before shit hits the fan that I'm jealous). Instead of working, he is probably driving laps around Eddie's house with the radio and phone off, so he didn't hear anything about this emergency. 2) Instead of using Tommy, they will have a whole misdirection with the helicopter, army and sunset. We get no BuckTommy interaction (once again pookie has a day off). Instead we get....Gerard! 3) Why Gerard? I'm sure there will be a reason that we will gloss over. Maybe he knows the army dude, maybe he is bored of his job, who knows! 4) He will act as a distraction until our real hero come forth! And that is none other than BRAD!!! (*we all cheer in joy*) 5) Brad has been a busy boy since the episode we left him in, and has learnt to fly helicopter in his free time and he doesn't mind becoming a traitor to his country for Bobby. 6) Brad finds the scientist girl and delivers her and/or the cure to the place. 7) After arriving to the entrance, Gerrard decides to have his moment of glory and brings the cure inside but BOOM sadly perishes. (How? Meh who cares about the details!) 8) Everyone forgets how bad Gerard was throughout the years (again) and pay him respect for being a hero in that funeral we got leaked! :D

Oh but how would you explain the trailer where everyone is sobbing? HA! Misdirection! They are actually crying in relief because they were told Brad is there to save them!!! The end! Best episode yet!!

Thanks for reading my clowning, let's that's not what actually happens hahahah

🤣🤣🤣🤣

This was a RIDE. Thank you ❤️

[theanonymousninja247]

Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety

*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!

As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.

Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.

This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.

WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”

Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.

Now I know you’re asking yourself, “Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”

*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*

My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*

(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)

•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?

•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared

• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about

•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen

•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector

•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?

•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer

•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.

•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled

•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you

•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.

•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!

•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.

•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.

•Raph’ll protect ya

•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together

•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.

•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.

•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.

•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source

•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.

•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.

•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine

•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.

•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you

•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all

•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.

•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.

•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.

•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.

•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.

•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.

•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.

•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.

•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”

Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️

[buildnbuy]

Save File Diary, March 2025

Wanted to make an 'update post' of what I'm planning next for my Britechester save file, especially in regard to the new Businesses & Hobbies expansion!

My thoughts on the new expansion...

Townie makeovers!

Remaking TS3 and TS2 households?

The next build!

Discover University 2.0 (Businesses and Hobbies)

I've seen a lot of simmers saying that the new expansions feels like it could've been a Get to Work refresh, for me it feels like a Discover University one! 😅

I'm super excited about the opportunities available for university gameplay with the revamped mentoring system, and new lecture/class system! Especially for professor/educator Sims since they can now actually lecture, mentor, and teach classes! Likewise as students, you can now be lectured to, get a mentor, and attend classes!

These systems are what I originally had hoped Discover University would be, and I'm so happy it is being brought to life with the new expansion. Definitely changing a lot of how I've imagined Britechester, starting with the Sims!

Townie Makeovers

So far, I've already shared the plans I have for Cameron Fletcher to return to the Foxbury Institute as a professor, and I've also updated Julia Wright, Becca Clarke, and Jayden Armstrong (building on his relationship with Cameron Fletcher from the Discover University trailer).

I'm not really planning to have any set rules in terms of time-skips and such. Some of the Sims (Cameron and Jayden) have been time-skipped farther into their future, while Becca and Julia are still in their University days.

I'm planning to update the townies to develop/expand on their in-game lore. With Becca and Julia, that was making them remain best friends, instead at rivaling Universities and 'Groups' (a la The Sims 3: University Life) or with Cameron and Jayden, it was making that trailer interaction part of their lore and having them reconnect years after their college days on the other side of the classroom.

Nostalgia Antics...

Something else I considered doing was remaking some of the professor townies from previous Sims games... while I only have played The Sims 4 (and The Sims 3DS), I still have a weird nostalgia for seeing Sims from older titles in the new game and often look to them for inspiration even though I haven't played these other titles in depth.

I made a list of all of The Sims 2 and The Sims 3 professor NPC's, chose what distinguished major they'd fit best at, whether they'd be an educator or department head, began creating clubs for 'Foxbury Computer Science' and 'UBrite Lang. & Literature', and planned to make clubs for all of the distinguished degrees... and then started re-making the townies!

Three sims in and I quickly realized that there would be no way that I'd get through to the other side of this... For now, going to steer clear of converting any townies that aren't already in The Sims 4 to avoid burn-out, and to also leave room for my own new households in the save file!

That being said... since I didn't actually play these games, I'm not sure if there are any 'iconic' Sims from the University packs that you feel I should consider remaking and including in this save file. Feel free to let me know, because I'd love to try to bring some of the magic from the older games into The Sims 4!

Not sure if the two households I've made so far will end up making it to the save file, so I'm planning to upload them to download on the gallery instead sometime soon!

Next Build: UBrite Arts Incubator

Though I am pivoting to focus on the households and townies of Britechester, I'll still be spending time building as it's what I love to do most in The Sims. The next build I'm planning to finish for the save file is the UBrite Arts Incubator that I haven't updated for a good while.

I think this lot could really utilize the new whiteboards and gameplay systems, as well as some of the amazing new build assets that came with Businesses and Hobbies which integrate very well into the Britechester color palette with that new deep green we got!

Definitely going to be completely overhauling the earlier version of it with some new build items we've gained since I started it as well as some new tricks I've learned, but I can't wait to get back into this build and share it with you all!

Until then, expect to see a lot more Sims coming your way!

[cerubean]

i kinda despise how the autonomy works when running an art/pottery studio

no one asked but i made a list of everything that annoyed me so far, which could help if you're thinking of doing smtg similar

id suggest you avoid using the ‘view art’ activity bc ea is dumb and a lot of random items have the ‘view’ interaction (esp if you use cc!!)

(for context: my pottery studio is two floors w/ a classroom on the first and private pottery rooms directly above it)

the whiteboard range also applies vertically so sims will be upstairs wherever theres a pottery wheel and attending the class on an entirely diff floor

the kilns oh my god… sims will nonstop pull pottery out of their asses, glaze it and very rarely finish bc they’ll walk away leaving it there and when they come back they pull another random piece of pottery out of thin air and do the whole process all over again

if youre running an art studio sims will use the easels but theyll scrap their (or someone else's, incl. yours) artwork to completely start over again

this has been an issue since get together ever came out and gave us cafes, but sims will order nonstop and rarely ever eat/finish the food

if your employees have the ‘scrap art’ task they’ll scrap artwork that’s hanging up on the wall if it isnt framed :,))))

even after removing said task above, kleptos will also randomly steal your paintings that you have on display and theres literally nothing you can do to get them back

sims will prank every toilet on your lot

also sims love to just sit at a pottery table to talk to people causing LOTS of this:

so when teaching a pottery class, avoid talking to sims while they’re doing pottery aside from mentoring bc it causes musical chairs and shuffling around.

i'd suggest just sticking to the goaled tasks that don't require you to interrupt someone while theyre doing pottery (like 'ask about hobbies and skills, be friendly, etc.)

i am having fun running the business there's just a lot of finetuning you have to do to avoid all the annoying stuff! i will say it's a bit more fun (and relaxing) to run an art studio on a cafe lot type and using the get together club feature.

you'd still be able to teach classes (for money) and do paid mentoring if any rando paints on an easel

ok rant over i'm gonna work on posting the art/pottery studio i built so you can endure the same pain i did <333

[vivencyglobal]

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[the-princess-and-the-scholar]

Gohan X Cellera University AU Part 1

Entomology and Equations

Cellera stared at the complex differential equation on the whiteboard, fingers drumming against her desk in frustration. Professor Whis had a notorious habit of presenting seemingly impossible problems at the end of Advanced Theoretical Physics, leaving students to solve them before the next session. This particular equation, however, seemed designed specifically to ruin her weekend.

"Still trying to crack Whis's monster?" Videl asked, sliding into the empty seat beside her as other students filed out of the lecture hall.

"It's not impossible," Cellera insisted, dark eyes never leaving the board. "Just... deliberately convoluted."

Videl grinned, tucking her short hair behind her ear. "Which means you'll be obsessing over it until you solve it."

"I don't obsess," Cellera replied automatically, even as she snapped a photo of the equation with her phone. "I focus."

"Right." Videl's tone made it clear she wasn't buying it. "Anyway, I came to remind you about tonight. The martial arts club exhibition? You promised you'd come."

Cellera finally tore her gaze from the whiteboard, eyebrow raised. "Is that still happening?"

"Yes, and you're still coming," Videl insisted, slinging her gym bag over her shoulder. "You've been holed up in the physics lab for weeks. Even geniuses need social interaction occasionally."

"Debatable," Cellera muttered, though she began gathering her books. In truth, she'd forgotten about the exhibition entirely, too consumed with midterms and research projects. "Fine. What time?"

"Seven," Videl replied with a triumphant smile. "And wear something decent. There's a reception after."

Cellera rolled her eyes as she followed Videl from the lecture hall. "Why do I suspect this is another of your matchmaking attempts?"

"Because you're perceptive." Videl linked her arm through Cellera's as they walked across the sunny campus quad. "But this time I just genuinely want you to see the exhibition. The club has some impressive new members this semester."

Something in Videl's tone caught Cellera's attention. "Including?"

"Including that quiet guy from my Ecosystem Science class. Turns out the entomology nerd is secretly a martial arts expert."

Cellera nearly missed a step, hoping Videl hadn't noticed. "Son? The one with the glasses and sweater vests?"

"The very same," Videl confirmed with a knowing glance that suggested Cellera hadn't been as subtle as she'd hoped. "Apparently he's been training since childhood. You should see him without the nerdy clothes. Completely different person."

Heat rose to Cellera's cheeks despite her best efforts. She'd first noticed Son Gohan at the beginning of the semester, sitting in the back corner of the library surrounded by entomology journals and looking impossibly earnest in his wire-rimmed glasses. Something about his focused intensity had caught her attention—so different from the rowdy business majors who usually tried to catch her eye.

Their paths had crossed occasionally since then, exchanging polite nods in the science building or brief greetings when their mutual friends intersected. But it was the incident three weeks ago that had truly caught her attention.

Cellera had been leaving the computational lab late one evening when Chad Bowen—a persistent admirer who refused to take no for an answer—had cornered her near the parking lot. When his aggressive flirtation had escalated to unwanted physical contact, Cellera had reacted instinctively, flipping him onto his back with practiced ease.

What she hadn't expected was to look up and find Gohan watching from nearby, an expression of quiet admiration on his face. Instead of the shock or alarm she typically received after displaying her martial arts skills, he'd simply nodded with what appeared to be respect before continuing on his way.

The next day, Chad had approached her again—this time with Gohan coincidentally appearing nearby. The entomology student had said nothing, simply stood reading a book within earshot, but Chad had quickly made himself scarce. The silent support had been unexpected and, she had to admit, oddly charming.

"Earth to Cellera," Videl's voice broke through her recollection. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Cellera asked, composing her features into practiced neutrality.

"That thing where you get all distant and pretend you're not thinking about someone specific," Videl teased. "For someone so brilliant with equations, you're remarkably transparent about certain things."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Cellera replied, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag. "I'm simply considering whether I have time for the exhibition given my workload."

"Uh-huh," Videl said, clearly unconvinced. "Well, consider quickly because we're meeting at the pavilion at six-thirty. And Cellera?" she added with a mischievous smile, "He asked if you were coming."

Before Cellera could respond, Videl was jogging away toward her next class, leaving her standing alone with that unsettling piece of information. Gohan had asked about her specifically? The thought sent an annoyingly pleasant flutter through her chest that she immediately tried to suppress.

This was ridiculous. She was a double major in Physics and Applied Mathematics with a perfect GPA and three published research papers already to her name. She did not get flustered over soft-spoken entomology students, no matter how surprisingly respectful they might be.

And yet...

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At precisely six twenty-seven that evening, Cellera found herself approaching the university's martial arts pavilion, having changed from her usual jeans and button-down into a simple blue dress that Videl had once complimented. She'd left her hair down instead of in its typical practical ponytail—a decision she was already questioning as the evening breeze kept lifting strands across her face.

The pavilion was already buzzing with activity, spectators finding seats around the central demonstration area while club members warmed up in the adjacent practice room. Cellera spotted Videl near the entrance, deep in conversation with a tall young man with spiky black hair.

"There you are!" Videl called, waving her over. "I was just telling Goku about that competition you won in high school."

Cellera approached, nodding politely to Videl's boyfriend's father, who also happened to be the university's most celebrated martial arts instructor. Despite his impressive credentials, Goku had the perpetually cheerful demeanor of an overgrown child.

"Videl says you might be interested in joining the club," Goku said with an enthusiastic grin. "We could always use someone with your skill level."

"I appreciate the offer," Cellera replied, "but my schedule is quite full with research commitments."

"That's what Gohan always says too," Goku laughed. "Speaking of which, have you met my son? He's competing tonight."

Cellera blinked in surprise. "Son Gohan is your son?"

"Yep! Takes after his mother with the brains, but he's got my fighting instincts," Goku said proudly. "He doesn't compete much anymore—too busy with his bug studies—but I convinced him to participate tonight."

Before Cellera could process this new connection, Videl was ushering her toward the seating area. "Let's find good spots before it fills up. The exhibition starts in ten minutes."

They found seats near the front, giving them an excellent view of the demonstration area. Cellera tried to appear casually interested as the pavilion filled with spectators, but she couldn't help scanning the practice room entrance for any sign of Gohan.

"He'll be in the third demonstration," Videl supplied, not even pretending she didn't know exactly who Cellera was looking for. "Forms and then sparring."

"I'm simply assessing the overall event," Cellera insisted, though she knew her excuse sounded weak even to her own ears.

"Of course you are," Videl agreed with exaggerated seriousness. "Very scientific observation happening here."

Before Cellera could respond with an appropriately cutting remark, the lights dimmed slightly and Goku stepped into the center of the demonstration area to welcome everyone to the exhibition. As he explained the evening's program, Cellera found her attention drifting toward the practice room door again.

The first two demonstrations—weapons forms and beginner sparring—were impressive enough, but Cellera found herself growing increasingly impatient as she waited for the third segment. Finally, Goku announced the forms demonstration, and several advanced students filed into the demonstration area.

Among them was Gohan, though Cellera nearly didn't recognize him at first. Gone were the wire-rimmed glasses and neatly pressed clothes, replaced by a traditional gi that revealed surprisingly well-defined arms and a focused expression she'd never seen on his face before. Without the scholarly attire that seemed to deliberately downplay his physical presence, he was... striking.

"Close your mouth," Videl whispered with barely suppressed laughter. "You're staring."

Cellera snapped her jaw shut, not having realized it had fallen open in the first place. She straightened in her seat, adopting an expression of clinical interest as the demonstration began.

What followed completely dismantled any remaining image she'd had of Gohan as merely a shy academic. His form was perfect—each movement precise yet flowing, powerful yet controlled. There was an economy to his technique that spoke of years of dedicated training, a quiet confidence that transformed his entire presence.

When the forms segment ended and the sparring began, Cellera found herself leaning forward unconsciously. Gohan was paired with Sharpner, a physical education major known for his aggressive style. The contrast between them was immediately apparent—Sharpner all flashy techniques and unnecessary movement, Gohan calm and deliberate.

The sparring match was over almost embarrassingly quickly. Sharpner attacked with a flurry of rapid strikes, which Gohan evaded with minimal movement before executing a simple but devastatingly effective counter that left his opponent on the mat. The audience erupted in applause, but Gohan simply offered Sharpner a hand up and a friendly smile, as if he hadn't just demonstrated a level of skill far beyond what anyone had expected.

"Impressed?" Videl asked, nudging Cellera with her elbow.

"His technique is... adequate," Cellera managed, though she knew her flushed cheeks betrayed her actual assessment.

"Adequate," Videl repeated with a snort. "Right. That's why you haven't blinked for the past five minutes."

The remainder of the exhibition passed in a blur of demonstrations that Cellera barely registered. Her mind kept returning to the image of Gohan moving with that unexpected grace and power, so at odds with the careful, somewhat awkward demeanor he displayed in academic settings. It was as if he were two entirely different people.

As the exhibition concluded and people began moving toward the reception area, Videl grabbed Cellera's arm with sudden urgency. "Don't look now, but he's coming this way."

Of course, this guaranteed that Cellera immediately looked. Sure enough, Gohan was approaching their seats, now wearing track pants and a fitted t-shirt instead of the gi, his hair still damp from what must have been a quick shower. He'd put his glasses back on, but somehow they no longer created the same scholarly disguise they had before. Now that she'd seen what lay beneath, Cellera couldn't unsee it.

"Hi Videl," he greeted with a small smile before turning to Cellera. "And Cellera, right? I think we have Quantum Mechanics together on Thursdays."

"Tuesdays and Thursdays," she corrected automatically, then immediately wished she hadn't. Confirming she knew his schedule probably wasn't the casual first impression she'd hoped to make.

If Gohan noticed her discomfort, he didn't show it. "Right, of course. I've seen some of your questions in class. Your approach to wave function collapse was really insightful."

Cellera blinked, surprised that he'd not only noticed her contributions but apparently found them worthy of comment. "It was a straightforward application of Copenhagen interpretation with some minor modifications."

"But the way you integrated it with multiverse theory was elegant," Gohan insisted, his expression genuinely appreciative. "Most people treat them as conflicting rather than complementary frameworks."

Videl glanced between them with barely concealed amusement. "Wow, listen to you two. Really breaking out the party talk."

Gohan laughed, a warm sound that Cellera found unexpectedly appealing. "Sorry, occupational hazard of being a science major. Um, are you both headed to the reception? I was going to grab some food before I need to help clean up."

"We were just on our way," Videl confirmed, standing and nudging Cellera to do the same. "Though I actually need to find your dad and ask him something about next week's training session. Cellera, why don't you go with Gohan and I'll catch up?"

The transparent matchmaking attempt should have irritated Cellera, but she found herself nodding agreement before she could overthink it. "Fine, but don't be long. I have that equation to solve this weekend."

"Whis's differential monstrosity?" Gohan asked as they began walking toward the reception area. "The one with the triple integral and the embedded matrix?"

Cellera looked at him in surprise. "You've seen it?"

"My roommate's in your class," Gohan explained. "He was complaining about it earlier. Said it would take a supercomputer to solve it before Monday."

"Your roommate underestimates the power of proper mathematical reasoning," Cellera replied with perhaps a touch of pride. "It's complex but not impossible."

Gohan's smile widened. "That sounds like a challenge you're enjoying."

The observation was surprisingly perceptive, making Cellera reassess her impression of him yet again. "Perhaps. I do appreciate problems that require genuine thought rather than mere computation."

They reached the reception area, where tables of refreshments had been set up around the perimeter of a small ballroom adjacent to the pavilion. As they collected small plates of food, Cellera found herself unusually conscious of Gohan's presence beside her—the height difference between them that hadn't seemed so noticeable when he was hunched over library books, the subtle scent of soap from his recent shower, the way his t-shirt stretched across shoulders that were definitely broader than his usual sweater vests suggested.

"So, entomology," she said, grasping for a neutral topic as they found a quiet corner to stand in. "That's an unusual choice for someone with your obvious aptitude for physics."

Gohan ducked his head slightly, a gesture that harkened back to the shy student she was more familiar with. "I've always been fascinated by how complex systems emerge from simple components. Insect societies are amazing examples of that—individual simplicity creating collective sophistication."

The genuine enthusiasm in his voice was endearing, reminding Cellera of how she felt when explaining particularly elegant mathematical proofs. "I suppose there are parallels with physical systems," she acknowledged. "Complexity emerging from fundamental forces."

"Exactly!" Gohan's eyes lit up behind his glasses. "That's what I love about science in general—finding the patterns that connect seemingly different phenomena. It's all linked in ways we're still discovering."

As he spoke about his research involving biomimicry inspired by insect flight patterns, Cellera found herself drawn into the conversation despite her usual disinterest in biological sciences. There was something compelling about his obvious passion for the subject, the way he explained complex concepts clearly without condescension.

"Sorry, I'm rambling," he said suddenly, pushing his glasses up. "My mom says I can talk about insects until everyone's eyes glaze over."

"It's fine," Cellera assured him, surprised to find she meant it. "Your enthusiasm is... refreshing. Most people here pretend to be too cool to care about their studies."

Gohan laughed again, the sound doing strange things to her heartbeat. "I've never been cool enough to pretend not to care. Life's too short not to be excited about the things that fascinate you."

The simple philosophy struck Cellera as both childlike and profound. Before she could respond, however, Gohan's expression shifted to one of mild embarrassment.

"I, um, actually wanted to tell you something," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "That day in the parking lot, with Chad Bowen? What you did was amazing. The technique was perfect—minimal force application for maximum effect."

Cellera felt heat rising to her cheeks again. "You saw that."

"I did," Gohan confirmed. "And I wanted to say something at the time, but I figured you probably get enough unwanted commentary from guys already."

The consideration behind his restraint was so unexpected that Cellera found herself momentarily without a response. Most men either felt threatened by her martial arts skills or treated them as some exotic novelty. Gohan's straightforward appreciation was refreshingly different.

"Thank you," she said finally. "Both for the recognition and for not making a big deal of it then."

"Of course," he replied easily. "Though I should also admit something else." A hint of color touched his cheeks. "I might have had a word with Chad afterward. Nothing threatening," he added quickly. "Just a friendly suggestion that he reconsider his approach to asking women out."

Cellera raised an eyebrow, remembering how quickly Chad had retreated the following day. "Is that why he practically ran away when he saw me again?"

Gohan looked slightly sheepish. "Possibly? I just pointed out that someone who could put him on the ground that efficiently probably wasn't interested in his attention, and he might want to respect that if he valued his dignity. And maybe his limbs."

A laugh escaped Cellera before she could suppress it—a genuine, unguarded sound that seemed to delight Gohan, judging by his expression. "Effective communication," she noted with approval.

"I try," he replied with a modest shrug that did interesting things to the muscles in his shoulders. "Though usually I prefer to avoid confrontation entirely. Violence is rarely the optimal solution."

"Says the man who just demolished Sharpner in under thirty seconds," Cellera pointed out.

"That was a demonstration," Gohan protested, though his eyes sparkled with humor. "And technically, he was the one being aggressive. I was merely... redirecting his energy."

"Very diplomatic," Cellera said, finding herself smiling more easily than she had in months. "You're full of surprises, Son Gohan. The scholar who fights, the entomologist who understands quantum physics, the polite gentleman who can effortlessly intimidate gym rats."

"There's a compliment in there somewhere, I think," Gohan replied, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that somehow managed to be both confident and adorably awkward.

"There is," Cellera confirmed, making a split-second decision that surprised even herself. "I find complexity fascinating. And you're proving to be far more complex than initial observation suggested."

The subtle shift in her tone was not lost on Gohan, whose eyes widened slightly behind his glasses. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words—the confident martial artist giving way to the more hesitant academic she'd first noticed.

"I, um—would you maybe want to continue this conversation sometime?" he finally asked. "Maybe over coffee? Or we could talk about Whis's equation if you'd prefer. I've been working on a possible approach involving Hamiltonian matrices that might be useful."

The offer of academic collaboration as an alternative to a traditional date was so perfectly calibrated to her comfort level that Cellera found herself genuinely touched by his perceptiveness.

"Coffee would be acceptable," she agreed, surprising herself with how easily the acceptance came. "And perhaps we could discuss both the equation and your perspectives on emergent systems."

The smile that lit Gohan's face made something warm unfurl in Cellera's chest. "Great! That's—that would be great. Are you free tomorrow afternoon? There's a good place just off campus that's usually quiet enough for actual conversation."

"Tomorrow works," Cellera confirmed, feeling strangely light despite the flutter of nervousness in her stomach. "Two o'clock?"

"Perfect," Gohan said, his obvious enthusiasm both flattering and endearing. "I'll text you the address? If that's okay?"

They exchanged phone numbers just as Videl finally reappeared, perfect timing that suggested she'd been watching and waiting for an appropriate moment to rejoin them. Her knowing smile indicated she'd gleaned the general outcome of their conversation from a distance.

"Everything good here?" she asked innocently.

"Fine," Cellera replied, trying and failing to maintain her usual composed expression. "Gohan was just explaining some aspects of insect flight patterns that might have applications for my fluid dynamics project."

"Uh-huh," Videl said, clearly not buying the academic cover story for a second. "Fascinating stuff, I'm sure."

Gohan glanced at his watch and sighed regretfully. "I should probably help with cleanup before my dad wonders where I disappeared to. But I'll see you tomorrow, Cellera?"

The question held just enough uncertainty to be charming rather than insecure. Cellera nodded, offering a small smile. "Two o'clock."

After he'd left, Videl turned to her with poorly concealed excitement. "So? Details, please."

"There are no details," Cellera insisted, though she knew her expression betrayed her. "We're getting coffee tomorrow to discuss academic interests. Nothing more."

"Sure, and I'm just friends with his cousin Vegeta's girlfriend," Videl replied with a roll of her eyes. "Come on, I saw that smile. You never smile like that discussing academic interests."

Cellera sighed, knowing resistance was futile when Videl was in this mood. "Fine. He's... not what I expected."

"Translation: you're completely into him now that you've seen him without the nerdy clothes, kicking ass on the mat."

"It's not just the physical capabilities," Cellera protested, though she couldn't entirely deny Videl's assessment. "He's genuinely intelligent. And considerate in a way that's not patronizing. And he apparently told Chad Bowen to leave me alone after witnessing our... encounter."

Videl's expression softened into something more genuine. "He's a good guy, Cellera. One of the few genuinely nice ones who's also not a pushover. And he's been asking about you since the semester started."

This new information made Cellera pause. "He has?"

"Why do you think I've been trying to get you to come to martial arts events all semester?" Videl asked with exaggerated patience. "He joined the club hoping to see you there after he heard you were a former champion."

The idea that Gohan had been interested in her before their parking lot encounter, before seeing her in anything but her usual academic context, created a warmth that spread through Cellera's chest and up to her cheeks.

"Oh," she said simply, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

"Yeah, oh," Videl echoed with a grin. "So maybe this coffee date might be worth taking a break from that impossible equation for?"

Cellera thought of Gohan's genuine enthusiasm when discussing his research, the respectful appreciation in his eyes when mentioning her martial arts skills, the careful way he'd offered both a date and an academic alternative to ensure her comfort.

"Perhaps not impossible after all," she conceded, allowing herself a small, private smile as they headed toward the exit. "Just... unexpectedly complex."

Much like the equation—and the entomology student who had somehow managed to completely upend her carefully ordered university existence in a single evening.

[agardenofbasil]

this is an odd pairing request … “god, you’re freezing cold” for pedri/hansi flick 🙇🏻‍♀️ if you don’t want to write this, you can replace h f with any other player from the squad

Actually, this isn't that odd! I like to think Flick is an untapped character. He has so many layers to him, so I hope I did this request justice. Enjoy. 🍃

“Too easy,” Fermin grins.

Pedri’s fighting a smile while his teammate nudges him to celebrate their early three point lead. But Pedri knows better. Flick is only a few meters away, at the whiteboard, drawing arrows. The man has super hearing, even when he’s giving instructions. And while there are very few moments that their coach isn’t serious, isn’t continuously drilling at them, Pedri pays attention to every word. The last thing he wants is to be embarrassed.

By the scribbles on the board and Gavi stripping out of his training gear, Pedri knows he’s coming off. He doesn’t mind. They spoke about this earlier. January is hectic, busy. “We will need you later,” Flick told him in English,specifically referring to the upcoming overseas Supercopa matches, to which Pedri shrugged and accepted.

They filter back out after halftime, waiting for Barbastro to emerge. Pedri hangs back on the benches and watches the rest of his team warm up. Gavi looks positively joyful to be taking his place, and some of the other new kids, like Sergi Domínguez, are more than eager to make their mark on the game.

“Where’s your coat?”

“I have it.”

“Put it on.” His coach sounds exasperated, as if he needed to remind Pedri of the weather. Pedri needs no reminder; he’s freezing, but he prefers for Gavi to formally enter the pitch before wearing it. Pedri shakes his head with a laugh, but is thankful when someone passes him a coat.

“Zip it up.”

“I will.”

“Are you mad?”

“No.” Pedri wishes he could say more, but he dislikes using the translator for every little interaction. “I want to rest.”

“Good.” Flick reaches towards him. Except when Pedri goes to shake his hand, the German withdraws. “God, you're freezing! Gloves?”

Pedri left them in the locker room.

Flick looks at an aid. “Gloves? For Pedri?” The man nods, going to the locker room. Flick shakes his head, and Pedri pulls the neck of his coat over his mouth. So much for not feeling embarrassed.

Gloves land in Pedri’s lap as the game restarts, and Flick focuses his attention towards the pitch. There's another goal, minutes later, by Pablo Torre, that Flick celebrates by punching the air.

Pedri cheers alongside them, but not without noticing Flick’s excitement. He recalls everyone complaining that Flick is too stoic. Too robotic. The memes of Flick’s expressionless face during his Bayern years. He wonders what they would say now, seeing the German celebrate with teenagers.

Ten minutes later, the same person who gave him gloves passes him a blanket. Puzzles, Pedri asks, “For me?”

“From Hansi.”

Flick doesn't turn around. He's too fixated on the game, despite being four up. Pedri smiles to himself as he drapes the blanket onto his legs.

When substitutions are made, Flick eventually looks over to him, giving him a thumbs up. “Good?”

If Flick is a different person at Barça, then he's all the better.

Pedri gives him a thumbs up back. “Good.”

[lostheavensims]

If anyone been wondering why I haven’t been posting to this account, it’s because the game just got updated and a bunch of things are currently broken. Some things that have been broken for me is pregnancy. None of the interactions for pregnant sims show (feel baby, ask due date). This includes the childbirth mod. None of the social interactions from the childbirth mod work either and they won’t receive the ultrasound scan after getting an ultrasound. My sims can get pregnant and give birth normally, but the interactions don’t work after the first trimester is over, even with the pregnancy test fix mod installed. This update also broke the ability to drag items to garbage cans and sinks and I can’t place the whiteboard from business & hobbies.

I still have some screenshots that’ll be enough to create a few more chapters, but I will not be playing that save until EA releases the fix update (which usually takes about two weeks after the initial patch update) incase something else I haven’t noticed is also broken.

[leejenowrld]

"But your section—the part of the cupboard that doesn’t belong to him..."

Sophie! As you know, I'm a huge fan of the details you include in the story to make this world uniquely yours and even more immersive while reading. I loved getting a look into the characters' lives intertwining, their personality and habits being highlighted through the spaces they're invited to occupy.

And like most of my asks, I can't help but wonder what corners and cupboards the characters have dedicated to just them in their loved ones' spaces after reading that scene. A couple of questions I have are:

Since Mark and Nabi are the bestest of friends, what are a few of the notable items they've left at each other's places that made more sense to keep there than to bring over each time they hang out?

Also, did this have any influence on their decision to get an apartment together one day? Like, did Mark keep intending to clear his piles of sheet music from Nabi's coffee table (but never did bc he wound up being too busy to remember) so Nabi keeps extra folders at her desk to keep his notes organized? Or did they always just know they were gonna live together?

Seeing how Nabi's always taking note of what people like, dislike, how they go about their day, what are some snacks or items she keeps around her place just for her friends?

Speaking of friends (and you knew this was coming), is Chenle, the arbiter of taste, impressed by the selection curated collection Nabi's reserved just for them? Does he have anything he purposely picks up while shopping to get their friends to try when they hang out at his place? Does this actually elevate their friends' tastes? Or does this erupt into a tournament style showdown complete with several rounds of votes and a whiteboard showcasing all the best snacks and coolest things to do at each friend's place to determine who truly is the host with the most?

Which satisfied with just having a seat on the couch that's known as theirs?

Who's clearing out a corner of the freezer for too many tubs of ice cream— at every friend's place?

Are there any living habits they've picked up from one another spending so much time at a character's place?

Is there something a character stopped doing at their own place bc they were being considerate of another character's home, and the gesture just stuck?

I remember you answering an ask about Areum and Mark's plans to eventually have a place of their own one day. You mentioned Areum finds herself there at Mark and Nabi's apartment all the time anyway, so it sort of feels like it's a bit of her home, too. So what does Areum introduce to the space that makes Mark smile— but also makes his heart wince a bit when she's miles away for work and this makes him miss her even more? How has Areum's own place changed now that Mark is an integral part of her life?

I know Areum and Karina are best friends who've also lived together for a while— I look back at the moments where they've fought each other as well as for each other in their shared space. What makes their home feel like them and actually, physically showcase their unique and long-running friendship throughout the years?

Overall, I'll never sing enough praises for the love and the care you've put into building these spaces brick by brick, pillar by pillar. Nor will I ever cease to appreciate how you take the time to shape the structures that make each relationship for each character unique, continuously fleshing out who they are and how they interact with one another. So please feel free to take your time in answering as many or as few as these questions, as specifically or broadly, as you like. It's always just so fun to see this universe unfold and expand outside of the central plot through these asks. And as always, I'm sending you all the love and support 💖💖💖

first of all, i just want to say how much i appreciate the depth of your questions and the way you notice all the little details that make up this world. the fact that you’re paying attention to things like personal spaces, the way they interact with their environments, and how they bleed into each other’s lives—it means everything to me as a writer. because, at the heart of it, that’s what makes a story feel real, right? it’s not just the big moments, the major plot beats; it’s the quiet, almost imperceptible ways people leave traces of themselves in the spaces they share.

mark and nabi’s friendship is one that’s always existed in the small, unspoken things. they don’t have to say much to understand each other, and that reflects in the way they’ve occupied each other’s spaces over the years. at nabi’s place, there’s always a mug that mark uses—one he never really picked, but it just became his. there’s a stack of his sheet music in the corner of her desk that she files away for him because he’ll leave it out and forget about it otherwise. her bookshelf has books that aren’t hers, ones he’s loaned her but never asked for back. in turn, at mark’s place, there’s always an extra charger lying around because nabi constantly forgets hers. she has a hoodie or two there that she never really intended to leave but ended up becoming permanent fixtures in his closet. their apartment was almost an inevitability—not just because of convenience but because, over time, their lives had already started overlapping in ways that made it impossible to separate them.

nabi is the type to remember everything about the people she loves. she knows what snacks they gravitate towards, what brands they prefer, what little comforts they might not even think to ask for. at her place, there’s always a little bit of everyone—chenle’s favorite weirdly specific brand of chips, jeno’s preferred instant coffee, mark’s emergency energy drinks. chenle, on the other hand, is the self-proclaimed taste expert of the group. he’s always bringing something new for them to try, whether it’s a snack from a foreign grocery store or some niche dessert trend he’s convinced will change their lives. it’s turned into a bit of a competition—who has the best snacks, the best space to hang out in, the best overall vibe. at this point, there’s probably a whiteboard hidden somewhere, keeping score.

some characters are more territorial than others—jeno has a specific seat on nabi’s couch that’s basically become his throne. mark, despite being relatively easygoing, has a habit of taking up entire corners of rooms with his things, to the point where it’s easier to just let him have that space. and then there are the ones who make their presence felt in quieter ways—areum, for example, has left pieces of herself all over mark and nabi’s apartment. a scarf draped over a chair, a forgotten necklace on the bathroom counter, a scent that lingers even when she’s gone. and when she’s away for work, those little things become reminders, making mark’s heart ache in a way that’s both comforting and painful. areum’s place, on the other hand, has started to reflect mark’s presence too. he’s not consciously trying to leave things behind, but there are sweatshirts of his in her drawers, a pair of sneakers by the door, a guitar he never meant to store there but somehow never took back.

as for areum and karina, their home is a blend of two very different personalities that have somehow found a way to coexist. it’s filled with years of memories—polaroids stuck to the fridge, inside jokes scribbled on post-it notes, mismatched furniture that neither of them could agree on but ended up loving anyway. they’ve fought in that space, made up in that space, grown into themselves in that space. it’s a testament to the kind of friendship that withstands everything, the kind where no matter how much they argue, they’ll always find their way back to each other.

at the end of the day, these spaces are more than just physical locations—they’re reflections of the people who inhabit them, the relationships that shape them. and the fact that you notice and care about these details the way you do? it means everything. thank you for seeing this world the way i see it. sending you all the love and appreciation right back. words can’t describe how much i love u

[frostbittenfemme]

Yet another whiteboard joins the collection of those filled those with names and symptoms growing in her office. Each patient is linked with red lines tracing the case interactions, as Wild desperately tries to piece the puzzle together. Since her little interrogations with the Cybertronian Disease Control 7 more patients have begun to show symptoms.

Every second counts as Wild wracks her neural net and yet all she can feel is that this is only the beginning of a very small start to what is about to become an impending tidal wave.

A low faint glow emanates from her digits as they rub at the temples of her helm. A feeble attempt to sooth the pounding in her helm. She's in desperate need for some rest - a selfish thought she is quick to berate herself for as the sick and injured are stuck here in the unknown. Yet her repremand to herself is short lived as another comm comes in.

:: Wildrider we aren't recieving any labs here in the ER, nor are the other departments. On top of that the drones with the last batch of samples sent haven't returned for the next lot to be run::

::Did any communications get sent about a backlog? They might have stopped orders coming in to work through it:: Wild questions.

::Nothing, We can't get through to them either.:: The medic answers back.

Wild lets out a tired exvent. ::Alright I'll sort it, leave it with me.:: Great just another thing for me to deal with. She thinks to herself.

Many of her staff simply believe Wild likes constantly checking in on them, making sure they're following every rule and regulation and reprimanding them when they step out of line. Yet while yes she does constantly check up on them, she does it for both theirs and the patients safety and best interests.

This time is no different, as Wild opens a commline to the main laboratory line her mind is filled with worry. The commline immediately gets disconnected. Strange, maybe they're just busy?

Concern builds and builds as Wild looks up the lab work schedule on her terminal. One by one she comms each lab worker yet is met with the same disconnected tone each time. Something is wrong and it's down to her to find out.