#SFiRS

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 11

Thana and her friends stared up at the massive building, Thana’s eyes going from the side of the building to the gargoyles at the top of the building.

“I expected, something… more.” Chloé pouted at the building and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Not everyone lives in the most luxurious hotel in Paris Chlo.” Adrien reminded his childhood best friend. “Just because you did doesn’t mean that everyone had the same experiences.”

“Thomas and Martha Wayne didn’t want the WE building to seem imposing, they specifically designed it to seem welcoming to passersby. I’ve heard rumors that Mr. Wayne is thinking about remodeling the building to make it more modern, I just hope he keeps the gargoyles.”

“You and I both, Hood.” A tall African-American teen slung an arm around Thana’s shoulders with an easy smile on his face. “What’re you doing in the city?”

“School trip. How’s yer Ma?”

“Ma’s still slaving away at General. Who’re yer friends?”

“Oh! Brandon, these’re my friends. The pretty blonde is Chloé, the less pretty blond is Adrien, the pink-haired one is Alix, the tall one is Kim and the one with the headphones is Nino.” Thana waved her hand at her friends before turning her attention back to Brandon. “What’re you doing here?”

“I took one for the team and shelled out. I got a job with WE to help Ma with the bills.”

Thana nodded, looking pensive, before leaning against his side. “I’m sure yer Ma appreciates yer help, even if she might not understand why ye’ve done it.”

“Excuse me.” Mlle. Bustier called across the group. “If we could all turn our attention towards the building, we could get started with our tour.” Lila and Alya hid snickers behind their hands as Mlle. Bustier eyed Thana.

Kim frowned and stepped between Mlle. Bustier and Thana, turning just so to completely block Thana from her eye line. “Don’t worry Mèo con.”

Brandon rolled his eyes at the teacher and shook out his hands. “So, I’ll see you kids in there. Right?” His face broke out in a grin. “After all, I am your tour guide for this. That is my job.” Brandon broke away from the group of friends, waving over his shoulder as he pulled his ID badge out of his coat pocket.

Adrien, Alix, and Chloé shook their heads, not understanding why anyone would want to work for someone else’s parent’s company. Kim, Nino, and Thana exchanged glances before sighing at their friends.

Mlle. Bustier clapped to regain the class’s attention, and when all eyes were back on her she smiled. “Alright, everyone. Let’s go in.”

The class, led by Mlle. Bustier, walked into the lobby of the WE building. They congregated around the front desk while they waited to be checked in. Several students took out their phones and started scrolling through their various socials, while some of the girls, most notably Lila, Alya, and Rose, started taking pictures.

“I think Ali will like the pictures of their various accomplishments.” Juleka offered Rose when Rose’s phone was suddenly thrust in front of Juleka’s face.

The individual at the front desk finished checking them in, with minimal help from Mlle. Bustier and help from Thana, before motioning for Brandon, who was leaning against a wall not too far away, to come closer.

Brandon approached the group with a smile. “Hello, I hope everyone is doing well on this gloomy Gotham day. My name is Brandon Taylor and I will be your tour guide today. Before we begin,” Brandon grabbed a clear plastic tote off of the desk filled with white “VISITOR” badges, “can everyone come up and grab one of these badges? These badges grant access to all common areas, like the canteen or cafeteria and the bathrooms, as well as a conference room.”

The class approached to collect a badge, nobody pushing anybody under the watchful eye of this supposed stranger. When they had all affixed their badges to the outermost layer of their clothing, to indicate they were a visitor, they all gave their attention to the tour guide.

“Now that everyone has a badge, are there any questions before we get down to business?” Brandon looked over the group and answered all of the easy questions. Finally, it got down to the last of the questions and they could start their tour.

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Nothing really eventful happened during their tour, everyone keeping their hands to themselves and nobody speaking out of turn, and eventually they gathered in the canteen for lunch.

Brandon led them into the canteen, waiting until the group had made a semicircle around him before beginning. “This is the canteen. While you’re here, the CEO, Mr. Drake-Wayne, has stated that you shall receive all of the same perks that the employees do, meaning lunch is on the company.”

The class cheered and started excitedly talking to one another. The sound in the room seemed to swell with all of the additional voices and, in the middle of the room, one individual lowered their head and covered their ears with their hands.

Thana and her friends split from the class to collect their food and sit at one of the free tables. The tables closest to them were filled with WE employees while the rest of the class sat as far away from them as they possibly could. Brandon, as well as several other employees, watched how the class interacted, and watched as the teacher seemed to be oblivious to it all.

“So, what do you think of WE?” Brandon sat down at the table Thana and her friends had sat at and looked around at the six of them.

“It’s pretty cool,” Alix admitted, “I like the gergoyles on the building.”

“The gargoyles were originally put on the building by Alan Wayne in 1888. There are-” Brandon began before Thana cut him off.

“-Thirteen gargoyles. Five on the first tier who watch the five original ways into Gotham, seven more are higher up watching the seven train lines and the final one is way high up facing the airport.”

-*-*-*

News spread quickly throughout the Asylum after the series of visits Jerome had before his release, because Cluemaster gossiped worse than his daughter. Everyone who was in the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane while Jerome was getting ready to be released knew that Hatter’s Girl was back in town and that under no circumstances was Hatter to be around her or all of her aunts and uncles would make whomever was responsible regret it. That is to say, nothing much really changed at the asylum.

Outside of the asylum however, some people cleaned up their acts and other people, other people got worse. People who knew that Hatter’s Girl was back and had plans for how to use the only weakness Red Hood had against him seemed to flock together. People who knew that Hatter’s Girl was the only weakness the Penguin had were quivering in their boots as the people seemed to forget that Penguin and Red Hood were some of the deadliest people when those they held dearest were threatened.

It was only a few short days, nary a week, before Jerome was released and his plans could commence. His plans were simple, get a real job and figure out how he was going to convince his dearest, darling niece to stay in Gotham. He had faith in all of his friends and through their combined effort he was sure they would be able to beg her to stay, and if not stay then at least stay in contact. Jerome was sure she had missed them all as much as they had missed her in her absence.

Jason, however, on the other side of town, was dancing around his kitchen with his son while his brothers and sisters looked on from the counters and the living room.

Duke had never seen a scene so domestic, not even when his parents were alive. He couldn’t believe he got to experience this magical moment.

Dick could barely remember ever seeing his first baby brother being so soft. He was reminded, distinctly, of those first few nights after Bruce brought him home when Jason would follow Alfred and Bruce around like a lost little puppy.

Tim, Steph, and Cass shared a glance. They had never been doted on by their parents like Jason doted on Damian. They would do everything in their power to keep them together and help the family find a bigger place because they were slowly outgrowing the three bedroom apartment.

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Jason had noticed that his siblings were up to something, something devious. Tim refused to leave his laptop open when Jason walked into the same room as him, Cass and Steph would simply stop signing when Jason got close to them. He didn’t know why, but he felt like they were up to something nefarious and he needed to get to the bottom of it.

Dick, on the other hand, kept assuring him that this was normal little sibling behaviour. Jason didn’t feel reassured by that in the slightest, knowing how much of a little shit he had been at their ages, even if Cass was technically older than him. Mostly, Jason just wanted his siblings to tell him what they were up to because most days he felt more like a proud dad than a proud older brother.

It was a couple of hours after Dick and Jason’s conversation when Tim, Steph, and Cass called a family meeting in the living room. The three of them stood in front of the TV, the title page to a slideshow on screen, while they waited for Dick, Jason, Damian, and Duke to sit down.

“Thank you all for coming here today,” Steph began, “we had a proposition for you all.”

Cass held Tim’s laptop and got to press the buttons to make the slideshow work, as she didn’t feel like talking. She pressed the space bar to go to the next slide, a picture of a house surrounded by trees.

“We have been thinking lately that we need a bigger home, so, we found one. It’s in Old Gotham, by The Hill, and it’s this beautiful sprawling ranch house.” Steph started with a glance across her siblings’ faces.

“It’s safe, we checked, and B never patrols by it. It’s technically on Dick’s patrol route but he hasn’t gone past it lately.” Tim filled in while Cass pressed the space bar again. “It’s technically five bedrooms but we all know we’re only really going to use one of them.”

“There’s plenty of space for everyone, even Thana. Mama Selina or Alfred could even stay over when they want to.” Steph looped her arm around Tim’s shoulders and smiled at Cass. “We figured out how to do this for the family, let us, please.”

Cass nodded before pressing the space bar again to display a picture of the backyard off of the alfresco. The yard was filled with plants and trees with plenty of space for their family to do things outside. There was room for them to grow and for Damian to play. Cass watched them all melt, there was room for everyone, even Wally and his kids, even Mar’i.

“I was thinking, we could put in playground equipment, for the littles, but also for us. Mar’i could fly on the monkeybars and Jai and Irey could zip around the yard and Damian could climb to the top of the slide and declare himself the ruler. I promise we have thought this through and we know this is what’s right for us.” Tim’s words were accompanied by the next slide.

The slide featured the same picture from the previous slide but with monkeybars and a slide edited in, the yard was teeming with life and Dick could see it. The picture they had painted with their words, they could have family picnics back there.

“I’m sold.” Duke proclaimed with a smile. “This sounds like a dream.”

“I ditto that. I think we deserve a home and not just a house.” Dick looked at his little brother and could see the hope in his eyes.

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[picocoon]

姓周橋 SFIr Minimalist ( Night )

[matan4il]

I wanna give mad props to the wonderful @hyakkimanjuuu who pointed out to me that the "Keep to the left" part of Mile's caption, that I shared yesterday, actually means "can't compare." So when Mile shared a pic of a home cooked meal and said "Fine dining, keep to the left" he meant that fine dining can't compare to this meal. Considering that it might have been cooked for him by Apo, I just think that's so incredibly sweet! *melts*

Yesterday, pics and vids got shared of Mileapo rehearsing for the Man Suang tour together with Tong and Bas. Fave bits? Even when Mile's vid is about teasing Tong, he still features Apo prominently:

The eye contact! as;dflkas;flskfs;fkasdrgteit340fkl;sfir

Also look at this cutie dork! No wonder Apo fell in love life partnership with him. He wouldn't?

Today, Mile had a Guerlain event:

While Apo had a rehearsal for the MS tour with Bas (you can see their dance teacher with them in the pic):

And just because I need a hug after today:

(for my daily Kinnporsche/Mileapo posts, click here)

[immaginaria]

sugar elevator (after Frank Gohlke) silos dell'ex zuccherificio SFIR comune di Foggia, zona industriale di borgo Incoronata (fotografia di Carmelo Scibilia, 8 Luglio 2023)

[elsewhereuniversity]

I think I made a mistake. it seems like every time I turn around I see another shadow. there are red lights on the horizon - I asked my roommate about them but she told me there's nothing there. I need a safe name, a title to bargain under for some peace of mind.

Sfir

[taevisionceo]

A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU ... DELICIOUS SEAFOOD LUNCH… SEA TREASURE… YOU'RE MY TREASURE

It’s my lunchtime 🤪🤪😋😋😋 A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU 👍💫💃🏻🕺 "DELICIOUS SEAFOOD LUNCH… SEA TREASURE… YOU'RE MY TREASURE"

FABES STEW (ASTURIAN WHITE BEANS) WITH CLAMS AND CRISPY BACON Fabes, clams, Irish butter, olive oil, garlic, onion, bay leaf, pepper, saffron, white wine, salt, parsley. Put the beans to soak on the eve of the preparation of the recipe. Put the clams to soak in salted water for ½ hour. Change the water from the beans… cover and cook with onion, 2 cloves of garlic, bay leaf and pepper… est cooking time ~ 45 - 50 min During all this time clean the surface removing all impurities. In a frying pan sauté with Irish butter, other 2 cloves of chopped garlic, when they begin to brown add the saffron… before it starts to burn incorporate white wine��� let it boil for a few seconds and add the well drained clams. Cover and cook until all the clams are open… take the clams and set aside… let reduce the juice to half. When the beans are cooked, remove the pepper, onion and garlic… crush with a little broth of the beans and add again to the stew to thicken the sauce… Stir-fry garlic and smoked bacon in Irish butter… crispy bacon. add the clams and garlic sfir-fry with pancetta… cook the stew for a ~ 4 min Rectify salt… allow to steep ~ 5-6 min… add chopped parsley just before serving.

TOMATO 🍅 SALAD Season to taste…

Viña AMATE Rioja 🍷

[rjhamster]

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[expertperi]

Haha another TTRPG character- A slime lycanthrope named Sir Cular, first name Sfir.

Drawing a blobby werewolf was really fun!

[tiny-crecher]

i like the idea that it takes a small amount of conscious effort for o!charlie to maintain his form, so when he falls asleep he just reverts to a puddle of goo, and you can tell when he’s really tired because he just starts melting all over the place

[ursajr-rwby]

RWBY OC gifts!

@neopoliitan , @dark-liger , @quasahi, @anime0119, @yorudan13

+ japanese rwby ocs

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves Shorts

Grave Talks

I hope you enjoy this little short about some of the graves in the SFiRS 'verse, and I hope you enjoy this little snapshot into Oswald's past.

Without further ado, on with the short.

It didn’t take long after it happened before Oswald Cobblepot was watching his friend be lowered into the ground. He had known Liuxian for a long time, longer than he would admit to anyone else, and couldn’t believe that she was gone.

Oswald and Liuxian, more commonly called Ozzy and Lucy, had been friends in high school, when they had both moved to town. Ozzy might have grown up down the road, in the next town over, but Liuxian had grown up in Shang Hai.

Ozzy had loved Lucy from the minute they met, two awkward twelve-year-olds who didn’t fit in with their peers. Lucy had been the one to push Ozzy into ornithology, noticing his love of birds and pushing him to take it further. Some would say that Lucy was the reason he became The Penguin but Ozzy liked to think that Lucy was the reason he was around for his chick.

Pere and Gale had silently been standing next to Oswald, letting him lose himself in his thoughts. They knew how hard it was for the man, as he had so few friends. They knew that he needed the time to reminisce as he watched his oldest friend go into the ground. Pere and Gale had never actually known Lucy, Ozzy and Lucy having had fallen out of touch when Lucy started working the streets and Ozzy started actively fighting against Batman.

Ozzy swore that Lucy would have loved the two of them, that she would have introduced the two to Thana as her aunts, just as Ozzy was her uncle.

Oswald turned away from his oldest friend, towards the two women who stood at his side through everything and with a smile offered them his hands. “Shall we go?”

The trio of birds walked out of the cemetery, their arms linked and Oswald’s head down as he left more than just his oldest and dearest friend behind, he left a good chunk of his very being in the cemetery too.

-*-*-*

Jason looked at his grave, a grimace on his face. “Did anyone even visit me here?”

Dick frowned and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I know I did a couple of times before I was shipped off to Jump City.”

Tim leaned against his brothers and nodded. “I visited once a week for a couple of months then it turned into once a month. I arranged for flowers to be delivered every week after the headstone was put in. I made sure the flowers were native flowers and that they rotate them according to when the flower blooms.”

“That’s really nice but also really weird Timbers.” Jason ruffled his brother’s hair and smiled. “We should probably get back before Kutlat Saghira drives the girls and Duke crazy.”

“Your kid? Drive anyone crazy?” Dick laughed as he dodged a hit aimed his way. “Jace, Baby Wing is a sweetheart. We love him, and all of us would do anything to help the two of you. He’s the next generation of this family.”

“Shut up Dickhead.” Jason pushed Dick’s shoulder before the three set off back towards the apartment. “It’s not just him. Mar’i and Jai and Irey, they’re the next generation too. The four of them? They’re this family’s future.”

“So what you’re saying is any children the rest of us have are the next generation of this family, even if they’re technically apart of the same generation as someone apart of this generation of the family.”

“Yes Timmy. Why? Are you thinking of having kids soon?” Dick smiled and laughed as Tim blushed bright red. “If you do decide to have kids, you’ll let someone know, right?”

Tim shrugged and looked at his older brothers. “Thanks, for being so understanding of my situation.”

“You’ll always be our little brother Replacement, no matter what anyone else has to say about the matter.” Jason slipped his arm around Tim’s shoulders and pulled him close. “You can tell us anything.”

“Thanks Jay.”

[picocoon]

姓周桥, Sfir-minimalist, George Town, Malaysia

[iconiclighting]

SFIR is a human-centered design. A table lamp which invites the user to playfully interact and experience light in a new fashion.

The solid glass sphere acts as a ball joint mechanism enabling the disc shaped lampshade to pivot seamlessly in any direction. Positioned inside the cylindrical body is an LED light source which shines through the glass sphere reflecting off the underside of the lampshade. 

Designed by Johannes Budde.

[immaginaria]

ex zuccherificio SFIR, silos comune di Foggia, zona industriale di borgo Incoronata (fotografia di Carmelo Scibilia, 5 settembre 2023)

[team-sfir]

2: How they feel wearing an uncomfortable outfit. for SFIR

Ianthe is probably the least bothered by wearing uncomfortable clothing. She’s from a fairly wealthy family and had to often attend formal events when growing up so she’s used to wearing formal clothing. Even if she was bothered by it, it wouldn’t really show.

Sotiria and Faolán really aren’t used to wearing formal clothing at all. Both of them are really used to wearing clothing that doesn’t restrict their movement that much and their childhoods rarely had them having to dress up in any kind of formal clothing up until enrolling in Beacon. Faolán is the one more bothered by uncomfortable clothing in general although he really wouldn’t show his discomfort that much. With Sotiria, while she dislikes the movement restrictions with more formal clothing, she’s less bothered by it because she likes how good she looks in them, otherwise she also hates the feeling of having her restricted movement.

Reid is pretty much in the middle as far this goes. While he’s also bothered by restrictive clothing, he’s more used to it than Sotiria and Faolán are since his childhood actually had him dressing up on occasion. That being said, he’d definitely show his discomfort a lot if his clothing was really uncomfortable and would pull at his clothes, unlike Ianthe and Faolán who’d hide it and Sotiria who would just occasionally complain about it.

[hopeful-hugz]

💥 @a-fading-light liked the thing 🧡👁‍🗨

Fire, that was what had been cast out in a nearby alleyway, followed by a small teenager fleeing shortly after. She had to hide, both from the flames her soul had caused and the person she cast them at. Noir had once again tossed her into another unknown world and decided to chase her down as a bonus and all she could have done was cause that outburst.

“Tsk, tsk, Little Fir Tree~”

The eyes in the shadows were already mocking her, as sFir sought out a safe spot in an alley, several streets over from where she had been. The void creature knew something she didn’t, as usual. “Drawing attention to yourself like that? Surely an inferno like that is bound to bring dangers with is, no~?”

“...What do you mean? What d... did you lead me to do?”

A soft chuckle is all that’s given in response, the eyes retreating and leaving the small one alone. “I’d stay silent if I were you, or learn to run faster on those wooden legs of yours~”