#That sort of stuff gets cleaned up really fast so it was weird

[witherby]

hello! great work so far :-) im getting into batfam myself and been loving the platonic/familial works you do w littlest wayne! was wondering if you'd ever do an teen y/n or just an older one? I'd love to see you tackle the idea of a robin y/n or jaybe just some angsty kid stuff,,,,,, hope you had a good new years!

-- :33Anon

I love angst with my whole heart and soul, and I'm happy to write it with a slightly older Reader. Hope you don't mind I've commandeered your prompt to showcase the ability you guys voted on.

This one's a long read so I'm splitting it up. This part is roughly 2400+ words.

The Littlest Wayne: Uncertain Home

(Part 1/2)

Masterlist is Here!

Uncle J'onn is looking at you curiously.

He's been doing that a lot, lately. When Daddy brings you to the Watchtower to be babysat so he can go save the world, one of his co-workers that they can afford to spare gets put in charge of keeping an eye on you. Usually it's Uncle Hal, but this time it's J'onn and he's in his natural form, which you don't mind. Green is your favorite color, and his whole body is green! He's nice and calm, and tells you lots of stories and plays any game you want, even if it's hard for him not to cheat and read your mind. He says it's instinct. You don't hold it against him because you still have fun.

Lately, though, when he talks to you, he tilts his head a bit. He usually does that when he can't understand something.

You wipe your face, checking for cookie crumbs. All clean. You search your shirt for any weird marks or stains. All clean. You scrunch your nose and puff out your cheeks, pouting.

"What's wrong, uncle J'onny?" You ask him. Daddy says the way to get honest answers from someone is just to be forthcoming (Dicky told you what forthcoming meant when you asked him later), so you are. "Did I do something wrong?"

That seems to snap his train of thought. J'onn shakes his head and goes back to sorting out the jigsaw puzzle pieces for you. You're good enough at this to do 100-piece puzzles, now, and when you get really stuck you don't even cry anymore!

"Nothing is wrong, Flittermouse," he says, watching you start putting the edges together first like Dami taught you. "You are simply...changing. Differences are not inherently wrong."

"What's inherably mean?"

"Inherently. It means instinctively, or something that is "set in stone." A rule that does not change. I am stating that change is not something that is always wrong. It's not a firm rule."

You pout and try to process all of that in your brain. It was a partial answer. Daddy says that means people might want to hide something from you.

"What's changing?" You ask him. "I got older a week ago. Is that what you mean? I'm four, now. Grandpappy says I'm getting so big and growed up. He says to not do that so fast. I dunno how, though. He's silly."

J'onn hums. His eyes look away from you as he considers what to say. You put one whole edge together before he speaks again.

"You know that I am not a human, correct?"

"Yeah, I know," you say. "I don't care. I love you. And auntie Diana. And uncle Clark. And uncle Barry. And —"

"Thank you," J'onn gently interrupts. "Do you also know that, sometimes, humans are born not entirely human? That sometimes they get special abilities?"

"Yeah, I know that," you repeat.

"I suspect that —" he cuts himself off, hesitates, then starts again. "Little one. You are showing signs of being one of those humans with special abilities."

"I am?" You ask. You perk up. "Can I fly?!"

You immediately abandon the puzzle and climb onto your chair, about to jump off of it to try and fly around, but J'onn catches you by the back of your shirt before you can hit the ground.

"You cannot."

"Aww...then I don't wanna be a megahuman," you complain, stomping your foot.

"Metahuman."

"Whatever."

"I am sorry," J'onn says, "I did not mean to upset you. I do think you are developing powers, however."

"Not fly powers?" You frown.

"No, not flight powers."

"Boring," you say, blowing raspberries. J'onn cracks a smile at your antics and you giggle. "Help me do the puzzle, please!"

"Alright," he relents, sorting more pieces for you. You're both quiet for a while, and you get the whole frame done before he speaks again.

"Little one. Do you know your father's rule about metahumans?"

"Yeah," you say, grinning, because you're a great listener. You pitch your voice down and make it scratchy. It's adorable in your four-year-old tone. "No metas in Gotham. I am Nighttime. Raaahhh."

J'onn huffs in amusement. "Right. He usually means what he says, does he not?"

"Yeah," you agree, "daddy is a bad liar. He lied and said he didn't eated the last cookie once, but he did eated it. Alfie was mad, 'cause it was for Dami, but Dami didn't care. He likes brownies more than cookies. I like brownies, too."

"I figured," J'onn says. He's not looking at you again. This time he's frowning.

"Do you want brownies?" You ask, figuring that was the issue. "I don't have any. I can ask for some when Daddy comes back. I'm good at sharing, 'cause I'm a good noodle, like Jay says."

"No, but thank you for offering to share. Jason is right, you are a good noodle."

You preen. "I know!"

J'onn drops the subject again and helps you complete the puzzle. You squint at every piece in concentration and politely ask him if he can dim the lights so you can work better. He complies, and after another hour and a half, you have a completed image on the table.

"Yay! We did it!"

The sounds of chatter and footsteps appear down the hall moments later, and you spring to your feet in delight.

"Hello!!!" You shout.

A chorus of "hello!" greets you in return from multiple heroes, and the rest of the Justice League files into the room one by one. They don't look too roughed up, so the mission wasn't very dangerous. That's good. You stand by the door and offer them hugs. Everyone complies, to your endless delight.

"Daddy!" You cheer when you see him, running and hugging Batman's legs. He scoops you into his arms and you grin and point at the table. "Uncle J'onny and I dided a whole puzzle! I didn't give up!"

"Good job, Mouse," Bruce says, reaching out to adjust the light. "You did it in the dark?"

"Yeah," you grin, kicking your feet. "Did you punch bad guys?"

"I did."

"Did you win?"

"Yes."

"Can we have ice cream?"

"Maybe after dinner." He carries you down the hall and towards his temporary quarters, the place he'll stay after a particularly tough mission when he can't make it home right away, and deposits you gently on the bed. "I have to debrief with everyone, and then we can pack up and go home."

"Okay, daddy," you say, already digging through the nightstand for a toy to play with. "I stay right here!"

"Good job," he says again, kissing the top of your head, and leaves you alone with a small wave.

--

The next time you need to be at the Watchtower, it's with Uncle Clark and Auntie Diana. The mission wasn't a super dangerous one, so they both got to stay behind and entertain you.

Today, you're a cashier at your world-famous grocery store. You have the best ingredients all over the world.

"Welcome to the groshy store, what do you want stranger?" You demand, getting into character. Clark looks mildly offended.

"Whoa, hello. That's a lot of 'tude for a paying customer," he says.

"You didn't buy nothing yet! Whataya want!"

"Uh. Some carrots please."

"All out."

Clark narrows his eyes at you. "Can you check in the back?"

You turn around. You turn back.

"All out. Whataya want!"

"You barely looked!" He insists.

"FRESH OUTTA CARROTS, BUB. WHATAYA WANT."

"Oh my goodness, now there's yelling. I think I need to speak to a manager."

"Okay!" You shuffle across the room and grab Diana's hand, leading her back to Clark. "This is the manager. Auntie, tell him all the carrots are gone. He can't have any."

Diana covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. "You heard them, stranger. There are no carrots here."

"Well, aside from the blatant nepotism, auntie, I think you're hiding the carrots from me," Clark huffs, crossing his arms. "I need them for my soup. Guess I'll go to the grocery store across town. I hear they're nicer."

"No," you gasp, "wait. Okay maybe I have one secret carrot. I go get it."

You leave their giggling forms and run over to the toy box that was set up for you on the watch tower, thrusting your hands inside to dig around. You squint your eyes, but all the bright colors are hard to distinguish properly. In the dark spaces, deeper into the box, is where you cast your focus. Instinctively, you follow the trail and close your hand around a plastic carrot. You lift your hand triumphantly.

"Okay, got it!" You cry, only to startle when you find both Clark and Diana kneeling beside your toy chest. Diana picks you up around the waist and takes several steps back, and Clark's eyes turn that funny shade of blue they do when he's using x-ray vision. "Umm, I gotted the carrot already. It's in my hand."

"Are you injured?" Diana asks you, expression deadly serious. You frown and shake your head. "You're certain? I could sense something in that box with you."

"No, I'm fine," you promise. Clark stands up and his eyes go back to normal. He shrugs, brows furrowed.

"There's nothing in there but toys."

"Yeah," you nod, "toys and dark spots."

Both heroes look at you. You squirm in Diana's hold shyly.

"Um, want to pay for the carrot?" You ask, holding it up. "It's only ten dollars. Orrr one lollipop." You whisper conspiratorially. "I can be bribed."

Diana and Clark exchange glances. Clark gingerly takes the carrot from you and puts it back in the toy box.

"Sold. Let's go to the kitchen and pick out which flavor you want."

You grin, forgetting about the game, and Diana puts you on the ground so you can follow excitedly after them. With a couple "pretty please's" and your lethal puppy dog eyes, you even manage to get two lollipops. You ask to be hoisted onto the counter so you can swing your feet as you enjoy the candy, and both heroes perch on either side of you.

It's quiet for a while. It feels like that weird, anticipatory quiet you felt with Uncle J'onny, but you don't know what for, so you wait for one of them to speak. You finish off one whole sucker and open the second one when it happens.

"Mouse?" Clark eventually asks, "can you explain what you meant about your toys? That there are dark spots in there?"

"Yeah," you say, "shadows. Dark spots. Light not touching."

"And you can...feel shadows?"

You hum, thinking it over. "Um...yes. Kind of."

Clark and Diana look at each other again. They're frowning. You frown.

"Can you tell us what you mean by that?" She asks.

"Um. I wanted the carrot, for uncle Clark," you say, "so he can buy it at my groshy store. And the dark spots showed me where it was, and I grabbed it."

"Did they also help you complete the jigsaw puzzle, when you were with J'onn?" Diana asks. "It was quite dark when we got back." You nod.

"Yeah. Easier to do in the dark. It's not cheating!" You blurt. "I didn't cheated!"

"Okay, ya' didn't cheat," Clark agrees, gently patting your back. There's a slight drawl in his words which usually shows up when he's stressed out. "We're just curious, is all, darlin'. Seems you've got a... A special talent, we can call it."

"It's a power. They're a metahuman, Kal," Diana says simply, "and you know Bruce's rule."

The rule? Which one? Always brushing your teeth before bedtime? Or maybe no sweets until you finish your dinner? Hmm, but you haven't had dinner yet. That doesn't make sense.

"No metas in Gotham. I'm very aware, Diana."

"Then you see the problem."

Oh. Now you think you know why uncle J'onny was upset that day.

"Now wait a minute," Clark says. He looks genuinely angry, which confuses you. Did they not like that you could ask the dark for help? They had superpowers, too. You figured they would be happy. "They're his kid."

You are. You're Daddy's little Flittermouse, scampering around and bringing joy. That's what everyone tells you. They love you.

"You've seen how hard he works to keep us out of Gotham," Diana says. "We can be trusted to babysit, but we can't enter the city? What does that tell you?"

"That's different. He's territorial, we all know that. He's not a monster, Diana. He would never hurt them —"

"I'm not saying he is. I'm not saying he would. But I am saying that he doesn't bend his own rules. He does not make exceptions."

Oh.

You sit almost numbly on the counter and watch Clark and Diana start to argue over your place in Gotham. Over your place at home.

You think about Daddy's rule about no metas in Gotham. You think about your new ability to interact with shadows.

Oh.

The lollipop tastes like ash on your tongue and the tips of your fingers feel like tv static. When you blink, your eyes sting as they well up with tears. You've been so good about not throwing fits, about not being a crybaby, about being as strong as your super cool daddy and brothers and grandpa.

But you can't call them that anymore, can you? They don't want metas in Gotham, and that's what you are, now. You can't live with your family anymore.

Large, fat tears roll down your cheeks and your bottom lip wobbles. You whimper and both Diana and Clark whip their heads around to look at you in shock.

"No, oh no, don't cry," Diana coos, "you don't need to worry. Your father isn't —"

You bat her hands away when she reaches for you and jump off the counter, running underneath Clark's cape. They don't catch on to what you're doing in time.

Clark practically rips it off and fans it on the floor, floating above it with wide eyes. Diana kneels next to the fabric and frantically pats it, searching for you.

But there's nothing. You've fled into the shadow Clark's body cast and allowed the darkness to swallow you.

[mushroominaforest]

How are ya doing

I was having a pretty good week, then at school I got told to call my mom and while my mom was yelling at me over the phone I came across what I assume can only be an omen of death so uh. Probably not a good sign

[fayecreates]

Naked in Manhattan

A/N: pls send requests, i need them for my shitty trip. (A little update 2 days later) im gonna cry my eyes out if i have to stay her for any longer.

Premise: Teen!Vi x teen!reader, being unlikely friends, having a sleepover together and that leads to a bit of silly stuff (NOTHING WEIRD JUST KISSING)

Warnings: uh kissing? Idk, dont read this if you’re like 30 cuz thats a little weird. Probably a wrong description of friday the 13th, i watched it like 5 years ago so idk all i know is theres a sex scene at the start.

Words: 1,481

To put it simply, you were a weird kid. From 1st grade to now you didnt have many friends. It wasnt horrible, it was honestly pretty nice. Less drama to worry about and more time to get your homework done so you can do whatever you want. That was until you met Vi.

She was a pretty sociable person, not like happy to talk constantly, just unafraid of interaction. You both sat by each other during biology, it came to you easily but with Vi it took a little more time… after a while she started to ask for your help. It was never a demand to do her homework, and you could tell that she was really struggling. It started with a few short explanations, to a few short conversations about the shitty teacher, to plans to hang out afterschool. It was all so fast for you, was this even how friendships started? Either way it was fine, not like you could call it off when you’re 5 minutes away from her house.

Your heart raced at the thought of even being in her house. Was it weird to dress up for this? Were your pajamas appropriate? What would her house look like? You sat in the backseat of the car, gripping onto the strap of your bag for dear life, contemplating if it was even normal to be this nervous. I mean you were acting like you were going on your first date, and it’d be weird to date another girl, right? I mean Vi was pretty but wasn’t in a romantic way, maybe… your racing thoughts were cut off by the sudden stop of the car. You quickly got out, making sure you had all your stuff on you.

After talking to Vi’s dad Vander for a little, you sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, looking around like you about escape. She had a few posters, most of some boxers you didn’t know and some rock bands you also didn’t know. Her room was messy but you can see that she attempted to clean up a bit. It was a little after 9pm, Vi was talking to her dad about watching some movies on the TV. A part of you wanted to beg to be picked up and the other wanted to stay forever.

“Alright, you up to watch some horror movies?” Vi said with a smirk on her face, holding up a few CDs of shitty shock value horror. You smiled, standing up and walking quickly to living room together.

You both sat on the couch together, a space between the two of you. “Okay… Friday the 13th or Hellraiser?” She asked with a daring look on her face as she held both them up. You pointed to Friday the 13th, i mean you’ve heard about it more so it couldn’t be that bad, right? Vander was out going to the store, and Powder was out for the night by now. Vi put the CD in and you both sat watching. Maybe you spent a little too much time caring about if your posture was bad or if you should hold something, but as soon as the opening scene came on you didn’t know how to act. Seeing the people move in such a manner to mimic sex, you knew it was probably not real but it made you blush a bit. As you listened to the faux moans, you felt weird. You imagined yourself as the girl for a minute, it wasn’t too enjoyable compared to imagining the both of you there. But you wouldn’t do that with Vi, that would be weird, right. Safe to say you stayed silent for the rest of the movie, barely even getting scared if you excuse jumping a few times.

After it had ended you sort of just spaced out. Vi took a notice of that, assuming you were just scared or something. “…you wanna watch something easier?” She said after a second of silence, you just nodded. She quickly got up to look through CDs again, finally landing on Mean Girls to cleanse your palate. Putting in and watching felt a bit better. You both made fun of them and laughed with each other, it was weirdly bonding. The clock hit 11pm, you guys were a bit closer on the couch. You looked to Vi at a funny part, seeing if she would laugh, you didn’t know why seeing her smile made your heart race. Your eyes met and she smiled at just you, but you felt like you were caught stealing something so you quickly looked away.

The movie ended and Vander came back, telling you both to go to bed. You both obliged, even though you shared a small look, knowing you’d stay up until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You both sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, attempting to think of something to do. “Maybe we could play truth or dare?” You ask, it was stereotypical but it was a fun game, theoretically. Vi lit up, like it was the idea of a century. “I’ll start, truth or dare?” Vi said with a smile, holding her pillow in her lap. “Truth?” You were bit unsure, still anxious if all your actions were okay. “Okay… who’s your celebrity crush?” Vi asks with the same smile plastered on her face. You thought long and hard, you couldn’t say some like Kristen Stewart or any other girl, that would make it so tense. “…uh… whoever the actor is for Elvira…” you say, hesitant but you couldn’t lie. Lying would be worse than making it awkward. She looked a bit shocked. “Really? You like girls?” She says like it just unexpected rather than weird. “I dont know… i mean probably.” You say, trying to push off the topic, it wasn’t something for you to decide right now, or you just told yourself that. It was silent and awkward for a moment, well for you. You forgot it was your turn. “Oh, truth or dare?” You say quickly, attempting to completely forget, or at least think of a way to give yourself short term memory loss. “Truth.” She says, her smile still unmoving. “Uh… have you ever dated someone?” You ask, a little hesitant. The warm light of a lamp illuminated Vi’s face, it was covered in scars but it was pretty to you. “No, datings for losers.” She says with a laugh, it was unexpected though. Someone so nice, so pretty, i mean you would totally date her— never mind. “Truth or dare.” Vi says, her voice daring. You couldn’t pick truth again, it’d a pussy move. “Dare.” You said with a surge of confidence. It was a moment of silence as Vi contemplated what dare to give her.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Vi says with a smirk, like she knew you wouldn’t do it. Your face became hot as can be. You froze for a minute, it was so weird to even think about doing that with any girl, let alone Vi. You didn’t know if it was a sudden rush of adrenaline or what, all that you did know was the feeling of Vi’s lips pressed against yours. You held the side of her cheek, as if she would leave if you let go. Vi was surprised, well that was before she responded with ten times the amount of force in the kiss. Almost straight up knocking you down, her hands falling to your shoulder and your waist. After a minute that felt way too long, she broke the kiss. Your insides felt crazy, you had never felt like this ever. Her smile was so wide as she stared into your eyes, your own expression just being plain shocked.

“…was that too much?” Vi asked, you shook your head maybe a bit too much. You started to smile, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. With only the smallest bit of hesitance she kissed you once more, well it was more like a hundred small kisses, but it lasted forever. Her hand that was planted on your waist gently moved upwards onto your ribcage, feeling your heart race. On the other hand, yours were stuck like they were weighed down with concrete. It was awkward, intense as well, she prodded her tongue onto your lips just a bit, as if asking for entrance. You separate your lips a smidge, her tongue quickly entering. It was awkward, you let out a few weird noises, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. After breaking the kiss, you both sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next.

“Uh… that was nice…” Vi says with a flushed face and a dorky smile. You nodded, you had never once expected to make out with anyone, let alone a girl. It was nice, very nice.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

My understandings of what Primarchs are currently alive and dead, what their status' are: Loyalists: Leman Russ: Running butt ass naked in the Warp, if the armour if any indication. Probably a Wulfen and horribly mutated like Corvus. Possibly could be fine. Chances very slim for him not be a mutated wolf thing with viking braids. Anyway his sons are mildly disturbed by the armour they keep finding Lion: Alive and pissed. Commits so many war crimes behind Guilliman's back. May or may not be making it his personal goal to give Guilliman as many grey hairs as possible. Roboute Guilliman: Stressed and thinks humans can't rule themselves. Asshole. Needs a break and to actually spend time with humans and actually thinking about the fact it's been ten thousand fucking years. That's impressive for an empire. Corvus Corax: Fucked up bird man in the warp. Probably learning that feathers suck to get blood out of and questioning how the fuck his white winged brother kept his feathers so fucking clean even though said brother routinely caused blood baths in life. Has probably pecked someone to death. Vulkan: Probably alive. Somewhere. Might actually be in a volcano somewhere. His death goes against his lore so who knows what the fuck is going on here. Jaghatai Khan: Also in the warp, has no idea where the fuck he is and isn't stopping for directions. Honestly he's actually existed the warp couple of times he was going so fucking fast. Probably also slowly getting mutated. Might be fine though. Probably passed a naked Leman a couple of times and is really confused by the fucked up bird thing calling itself Corvus. Rogal Dorn: Could be dead, could have a sick ass prosthetic hand. No idea what's going on with him. Sanguinius: Incredibly dead. Probably a good thing that he is. Otherwise he'd probs be a traitor primarch too with the Imperium in its current state- Ferrus Manus: Also very dead. Probably was seething mad at being killed by Fulgrim. Very likely died seething mad. Traitors: Fulgrim: Is a four armed winged snake thing. Having mad sex and doing way too many drugs. Probably also eating a lot too. And then sleeping it off because snake. Has a chunky boyfriend if Tumblr is to be believed. Magnus: Trying to rebuild, also an arrogant prick. I support him even if he's a dick. If only because what happened to Prospero was a travesty of the highest order. You go my weird rainbow nipple horned demon prince. What is your obsession with titty horns??? Mortarion: Depressed but has family. Is infected with diseases that are probably not even invented yet. Probably also not a skinny rail of a man anymore courtesy of Papa Nurgle who is a better dad then the Emperor ironically. Probably can't stand to look himself in the Mirror. Angron: Angy, so very angy. And obsessed with blood. Even if he wasn't immortal by virtue of being a demon prince, he'd probably be too angry to die. Not entirely sure if this is actually better then being dead. Lorgar: Not entirely sure, but I assume he's somewhere in the warp spreading the word of chaos like some sort of messed up anti jesus or something.

Alpharius /Omegon: One's dead, the other is alive. Which twin died and which one is alive is a damn good question. Possibly neither are even dead. Absolute bastards (affectionate). Perterabo: Grumpy old man wanting to be left alone and forge. He yearns for it. Mostly content to just make stuff and burn his skin off. Good things he's a demon now I guess. Go make stuff, have a hobby that's kinda healthy. Sort of. Konrad: Pretty dead. Saw it happen and let it happen. Probably for the best because dear god this man as a demon prince is terrifying. Horus: Also very dead. Might actually be even more dead then Sanguinius considering Horus' soul was probably destroyed.

[lobotomisedsims]

SIMS 4: BEETLEJUICE MOD

Though I know I should be wary,

Still I download some mod scary,

Ghostly CC I turn loose:

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

MORE INFO UNDER CUT

New CAS items:

Beetlejuice's suit (4 swatches, clean and moldy versions and different shirt colours)

Beetlejuice's trousers (2 swatches, clean and moldy versions)

Beetlejuice skin (different versions found in different places. You can find them in eye details, face paint, lipstick, and eyeshadow. Lots of different swatches for the version you want!)

Dolores's stitches (in facepaint and body scars. Version in scars has the stitches and seams separate to be put together similar to GrimGuide's halloween stitches if you've ever used that before)

Sandworm eyes (in... eyes. Where else would they be?)

Sandworm skins for SaveState furries (also works with SoraFoxy's furries and tomjj's furries, though some of the bird beaks look odd. Does not work for benji's furries. Looks weird.)

New BuildBuy stuff:

Delia's statues (set of 4, found in 'decoration'. This was my first time modeling in Blender so sorry if they came out a lil wonky!)

Beetlejuice's tombstone (3 swatches, 2 of different spellings of his name and 1 in simlish. Found in 'decoration'. PURELY DECORATIVE, DOES NOT FUNCTION AS AN ACTUAL TOMBSTONE! To get it to look more like the version from the films, I'd reccomend using the bb.moveobjects cheat to add a lil gargoyle of some sort on top)

Handbook for the recently deceased (MIGHT require Seasons? It shouldn't since I messed with the mesh and stuff but if you don't have that pack and it doesn't show up in your game let me know. 2 swatches for English and simlish. Found in 'activities and skills')

Striped wallpaper (10 swatches! I kind of went overboard. Found in 'wallpapers'... duh)

Striped chair (5 swatches, found in 'comfort'. Again this shouldn't require anything else if I edited the mesh properly, but it's possible this might require Cottage Living if I screwed up.)

New traits:

STRANGE AND UNUSUAL TRAIT

Faster at training photography and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills

Slower at building friendship and romance with other sims

Stronger 'sad' moodlets

Become inspired around occult sims (vampires, werewolves, aliens, spellcasters, mermaids, and the skeletons from jungle adventure)

Permanent happy buff when they themself become an occult (does not include the skeletons as it is a hidden trait you can't give to sims without cheats or other mods)

Random chance for sad moodlet because "nobody understands them"

Are happy when in Strangerville, become inspired in the secret lab (fair warning, I've had issues with getting this to work, this is my first set of traits so it could cause some issues! If anyone better at this stuff than me knows how to get this working 100% of the time please let me know ;u;)

Can give a "strange introduction" to new sims

Can "share dark thoughts" with other sims

Can "enthuse about cryptids"

NOTE: If you are planning on making Lydia, I would reccomend using this in conjunction with the base game 'gloomy' trait. When making this trait I didn't want to just replicate Lydia's personality exactly since I wanted this to be a trait you could use on any sim, and I didn't want to make it too similar to the 'gloomy' or 'paranoid' traits.

GROSS GHOST TRAIT

Immune to death! Since they're already a ghost and all that

Faster at training mischief and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills, slower at training charisma

Playful buff when engaging in mischief

Social need decays fast, hygiene need decays REALLY fast

Positive reaction to being dirty or in a dirty environment (including the fixer-upper apartments in city living! Receives energised moodlet upon spotting roaches and inspired moodlet with the unexplained smell)

Gains uncomfortable moodlet when clean

More likely to feel playful

Other sims will notice a gross smell around them...

Cats and dogs are scared of them (could not figure out how to do the same with horses, sorry)

Can "gross out" (mischief) and "freak out" (mean) other sims

Can "lie about being a serial killer in a past life" and "convince to visit the Neitherworld" (mischief)

Can "confess to eating bugs" and "reminisce on past pranks" (friendly)

Can "tell terrible puns" (funny)

OPTIONAL BONUS STUFF!!!

Suit and trousers based on my OC Sirius (I don't know why anybody else would wanna use these but I threw them in there anyway!) 2 swatches

I did make their little noose 'necktie' too but had trouble texturing it. No matter what I do it just shows up completely black in game. So I gave up lol

>> DOWNLOAD HERE!!! (SFS) <<

PLEASE READ! For the traits you NEED to also download the .ts4script file, not just the .package file!!!

OTHER RECOMENDED CC (important)

Some of these are REQUIRED for parts of the mod to work, others are other people's Beetlejuice related CC I thought was cool!

SaveState's furry mod (REQUIRED FOR SANDWORMS) https://www.savestatecomic.com/dlc/

@daylifesims's Lydia hair https://www.tumblr.com/daylifesims/700120977032560640/gothic-side-set-lydia-and-here-is-the-most

@kismet-sims's Lydia hair (now you got two options! lol) https://kismet-sims.tumblr.com/post/179286280949/simbleen-gift-one-lydia-hair-made-it-from

@mosneakers's posepack + Lydia inspired hair https://www.tumblr.com/mosneakers/765876897461764096/day-o-posepack

@I-too-love-mr-beetlejuice's musical Beetlejuice CAS stuff https://makesims-finds.tumblr.com/post/190684018895/ok-so-i-was-getting-impatient-and-decided-to

Divider by @strangergraphics!

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jack Howl - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Jack Version ～Let's Make Macaron 1～

Ghost Chef: Alright, so let's get started on making macarons. Are you ready, Jack-kun?

Jack: Yessir! Ready to go!

Ghost Chef: First, we make the meringue. Chilled egg whites give a more consistent foam, you see. We'll want to work quickly.

Jack: Right. Do I use the eggshells to separate the egg whites from the yolk? I see that done on TV a lot.

Ghost Chef: That's one way to do it, but… This time we'll just crack the eggs into a bowl and remove the yolk with a ladle, just to be safe.

Ghost Chef: If the yolk mixes in with the egg whites, then the meringue won't be able to foam up. Do your best to not break the yolk sac.

Jack: Can't break them… right. So I gotta work fast and delicately.

[tap, tap… crack]

Jack: Nice, a clean break. Next, I'll use the ladle and pull out the egg yolk into a different bowl…

Jack: …

Ghost Chef: Wh-What a scary face… But that just shows how much he's trying to focus. I'll just stay silent watch over him.

Jack: Whew… Somehow I got the yolk out without breaking it. Next I just have to turn the egg whites into foam, right?

Ghost Chef: Yup. Be careful, though, because if you don't get it foamy enough, the batter won't puff up properly when you bake it.

Jack: If it doesn't puff up, then it won't make that little round shape… So this is super important to take care of.

Ghost Chef: Correct! Alright then, use that whisk and whip it up good. Make sure to add granulated sugar as needed, too.

Jack: …It's really starting to get some stiff peaks. Chef, is this good enough for the meringue?

Ghost Chef: Yup, looks perfect for making macarons. Next, we'll start the macaronage process.

Jack: Macronage? That's the first time I've ever heard that word…

Ghost Chef: We'll sieve the ground almonds and powdered sugar together into the meringue, while folding in the peaks.

Jack: We're just gonna destroy the foam after going through all that whisking? Making pastries is weird…

Ghost Chef: If we were making something soft like a cake, then we wouldn't ruin the foam.

Jack: Oh, I see, it depends on what's being made.

Ghost Chef: That being said, I'm not saying we're going to completely ruin it, so be a little gentle. Next, add in about a third of the flour.

Jack: So, to fold in the foam… I guess the best way would be to mix it from the outside in.

Jack: I have to watch my strength, too… Urgh, this really take a lot of focus… But I think the meringue is slowly stiffening up.

Ghost Chef: You're doing great. Now add in the rest of the flour until the batter can stretch out into ribbons.

Jack: Got it. Carefully… Carefully… Don't put too much strength into it…

Jack: Whenever I pull up on the batter, it just falls in globs back into the bow. Guess it's not ready yet.

Jack: Just a little more… But I gotta make sure I don't overdo it…

Jack: …

Ghost Chef: Jack-kun has another scary look on his face… I guess he just gets a mean mug when he's focusing.

Jack: …Whew, I finally finished squeezing out the shells. They look about the same size.

Jack: Chef, we have to leave them to dry now, right?

Ghost Chef: Yup. You looked like you were really working hard there… Are you tired at all?

Jack: This is nothing. I'm always working out, so.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Jack Version ～Let's Make Macaron 2～

Jack: Great, the white chocolate ganache is done too. Now I just gotta wait for the shells to finish baking.

Ghost Chef: You wanted to take this class so you could make meals that would help with your training regimen, right?

Ghost Chef: Was it disappointing to learn it was going to be a sweets-making program this time around?

Jack: …Honestly, it was.

Jack: But that didn't mean I was going to slack in any class I choose to take.

Jack: And I bet once I learn how to make other kinds of sweets, it'll come in handy for all sorts of things…

Jack: Nothing's lost by learning stuff. Since I signed up for this, I'm going to throw my all into it.

Ghost Chef: You're such a diligent kid… Just from the way you carry yourself, I know you'll take this class seriously!

Ghost Chef: Oh, you know. We have some time, so why don't I teach you some recipes of sweets with protein in them?

Jack: Really? I'd really appreciate that!

Jack: Looks like the macaron shells are done baking. I sure hope they came out good…

Jack: …Most of them all have cracks running through them. What went wrong?

Ghost Chef: It could have been any number of things; maybe the meringue wasn't whisked enough, or there wasn't the right amount of macaronage, or the shells didn't dry long enough…

Ghost Chef: The amount of time the oven had preheated, as well as the temperature of the oven could have affected it as well.

Jack: There's really that many ways it could have gone wrong!?

Ghost Chef: Macarons are a pretty tricky pastry to make, you know. You just have to make them over and over again to learn how to make them right.

Jack: So failure's just a part of the experience, huh. I'll make sure I do it better next time.

Ghost Chef: That's the spirit! But first, we need to finish up this ordered batch.

Jack: Right. This one is too large because I gripped the piping bag too strong… This one just looks terrible.

Jack: Relative to the others, I think the only ones that were actually cooked through and we can use is this one… and this one?

Jack: So then I pipe the white chocolate ganache filling onto one of the shells…

Jack: And I take another macaron shell and sandwich the ganache…

Ghost Chef: Aah, there goes that intense look again!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Ace: Gah, you're telling me Jack made my order of macarons!?

Jack: You're telling me that Ace of all people is my judge? Looks like I got saddled with an annoying one.

Ace: Totally can't see you making macarons. That's super hilarious.

Jack: Tch, you think you're so funny. Here, have your macarons. Hurry and eat up.

Ace: Woah! These have so many cracks they're falling apart! Are they really macarons!?

Ace: Out of today's possible dishes, this was what I wanted the most, but… Did I make a mistake choosing this…?

Jack: Grr… The way he's saying it pisses me off, but I can't really deny how it looks…

Ace: Well, whatever, guess I'll eat it… Hm? Y'know, one of these actually looks okay.

Jack: Most of them were pretty well cracked… I tried to assemble the ones that still looked okay relative to the others.

Ace: Uh-huh. Then I guess I'll start with this one.

Ace: [chew, chew]… Hm? Oh? It's actually not bad.

Jack: Yeah, yeah… Wait, did you just say it's not bad?

Ace: The pastry is pretty crisp, and the cream sandwiched inside is pretty smooth… I mean, it tastes like I'd expect a macaron to taste, I guess?

Ace: I guess when it comes to this one, you're on the right track? Although you did have to go through way too many macarons to get one success.

Jack: You just gotta say it in an annoying way, huh… But that means I pass, right?

Ghost Chef: Good job. This is the result of all your hard work, Jack-kun!

Jack: Thanks, sir.

Ace: So what's with you looking all happy about that? I'm tellin' ya, only one of them is good.

Jack: I know. But I know what I need to do. I'll make better ones next time.

Jack: I'll definitely make some perfect macarons before I finish this Master Chef course!

Requested by @sakurakudo.

[wreckedandpolemic]

Maybe a bit late to this but regret me domestic fluff idea. Maybe sorting through stuff and finding Polaroids of a party they were both at,but not together, in the early days and in each picture one of them is staring at the other one in the background and they realise they were both in love before they knew it themselves. Dunno if that makes sense, I'm not a writer lol.

oh this is so cuteeee !!!! maybe, again, as you’re moving in together, the envelope of polaroids is tucked away in a box of miscellaneous crap you’ve been saying you’ll get to for the last month. matty’s on a weird spring-cleaning kick, and he dumps it out to force you to sort through it. you pick up the envelope, cooing at the pictures of you and your bandmates so many years ago. there’s one of george, fast asleep with a grotesquely realistic dick drawn on his face, and you pass it to matty with a giggle.

you leaf through a few more, finding one where you’re posed dramatically in the centre and matty is looking wistfully at you somewhere at the back. you show him, and he grins. yeah, i remember that. i’d never seen you smile that much, couldn’t stop looking at you, he admits, and you melt, draping yourself over his lap and kissing all over his face. god, you’re so sweet, you grin. so obsessed with me, you add teasingly.

your smugness lasts all of three seconds, though, because matty flips to the next one; a crowd shot, skilfully framed so that you and matty are the central focus, your gaze clearly on him as he throws back his head in laughter, deep in conversation with ross. now who’s obsessed? he nudges you, laughing and pressing a kiss to your neck. you bury your face in your hands. i bet fucking grace is behind this. type of shit she would’ve showed me in 2015 and expected me to suddenly be emotionally healthy when it came to you.

matty shakes his head, tucking you into his arms and kissing your cheek. well, she got the last laugh, really. we’re looking at these in our house, about to cook dinner and watch a film in bed until we fall asleep before midnight.

ugh, we’re so old, you groan. matty huffs, and you smile softly. fine, i wouldn’t have it any other way, you fucking sap.

[heyclickadee]

In fact, here’s a Tech Lives theory.

And by theory, an explanation I would accept for having Tech come back elsewhere but also explain what the hell was going on with CX-2 this season, should they choose to pursue a retcon (or if they just moved all the Tech stuff to the next show to have more room to deal with it).

Basically, Tech wasn’t CX-2, exactly, but he also sort of was. Tech was physically stuck in a pod in the necromancer chamber, maybe with amnesia from the fall, maybe not, because Hemlock realized his CX process wasn’t working on defective clones yet (or perhaps because Tech was too injured to be of any use as a CX) and, so, he decided to use Tech for “other purposes.” And, in this case, that purpose was midichlorian experimentation, because injecting Tech of all people with midichlorians in an attempt to see if force sensitivity could be artificially enhanced seems like the exact brand of stupid Hemlock has going on. We do, after all, hear Hemlock threaten to use Crosshair for other uses since he’s resisting re-education, and we also hear he and Nala Se talk about a partially successful m-count transfer and never learn anything more about it. Why couldn’t that have been Tech? So Tech’s in a pod, in the necromancer room, it’s basically a sensory deprivation chamber, he’s been souped up with midichlorians, and suddenly The Force is happening, so things get very weird for him very fast.

In this theory, Tech’s consciousness starts to wander, and in a weird version of the merge senses ability from legends, attaches himself to the clone that’s CX-2. And he attaches very easily, because CX-2’s been wiped clean and has no personality of his own anymore, so Tech is very much in there feeling and experiencing everything CX-2 is and having a lot of influence to the point that he affects how CX-2 moves and speaks.

But Tech’s confused, he doesn’t know what’s happening, he’s not doing this on purpose, he might be heavily disassociated from his own memories because what the hell is happening, and he’s sort of landed in a mind that’s been heavily brainwashed and just knows orders. It’s a little like being someone else in a dream. He maintains a sense of self, hence CX-2’s use of “I” and general attitude, but it’s hard for him to tell where the clone that was CX-2 ends and he begins. He’s lost and stuck under CX-2’s programming. He can’t get out or go back to himself. He doesn’t know how he got here and he doesn’t know how to change it, and he spends so long in there and probably being subject to Hemlock’s programming alongside CX-2 that, for all intents and purposes, he IS CX-2 for a while. But his personality and not memories exactly, but feelings about those memories come through when triggered by Crosshair, Phee, Pabu, or Omega. But then CX-Tech returns to Tantiss with Omega, gets shoved in a CX pod, Tech’s still attached but buried deep down—until CX-2 gets impaled and Tech wakes up back in his body in that necromancer pod.

It’s wooey, sure, but it’s no more stupid or wooey than anything else in Star Wars. And this is just to demonstrate that there is absolutely nothing keeping Tech from coming back. There are so many ways they could do it. They just have to pick one.

And they might really have to pick one eventually. There are no in-universe incentives to keeping him interminably falling through the mists, and doing so just makes everyone involved look like an ass.

[fuckitimrowan]

random little jason grace hcs:

thumb rings. he wears thumb rings

huge physics nerd. like, he's not particularly good at it. but he loves it!

obviously transmasc aro

proficient in like every weapon, like every weapon. bow & arrow, battle-axe? yeah sure. but also, mace and chain, bagh nakh, gauntlets, deer horn knives, flails... fuck, he can even use a shotgun.

can run like really really fast. he's a runner. that being said he can also run really far. (like, roman soldiers walk up to 20 miles every day. with full armour. his endurance is fucking off-the-charts.)

most obscure music taste ever

very iffy about using his powers beyond the occasional electricity stuff, just because how much people in CJ would be terrified/rumour-y/plain weird about it.

loves drawing

actually a nerd in everything, not just physics.

has definitely bashed in someone's head with a shield at least once

huge fan of rollercoasters, hates horror movies

before fights he like to clean his glasses, for no reason at all.

people have told him countless times to not wear glasses during a fight because that won't end well if you're punched in the face but he keeps them on regardless. his reflexes are too good to get punched anyway 🤷

obsessed with barbie

no like. he and apollo do matching "i am Kenough" hoodies all the time

also besties with literally half of the gods across multiple pantheons

scribbles with pen on his hand all the time

chronic migraines guy

he goes feral in a fight then one second later he's like 🥺 'hey guys glad we got out of that one unscathed. y'all saved my ass'

he's never received any proper sort of love or affection (specifically during his younger years), so he deals with that by showering all of his friends with unlimited love <3

all the demigods and all the minor gods and some of the major ones too love him. hence he has a bloody huge, well-deserved protection squad

HE'S THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER

he tore out krios's neck with his teeth and then smashed him to literal pulp with his own armour

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP EXCHANGE WITH @thecurrator

A/N: thank you so much for doing a matchup exchange with me <3 come by again soon!

For Blue Lock you have been paired with…

Sae Itoshi!

• When he first met you he wasn’t really interested in you that much to consider you a friend but later on during the months with seeing you and sometimes talking to you that’s when he suddenly wants to become friends with you.

• He realizes how important you are to him, your hobbies, your personality, every little thing about you made him wanna be more closer with you, it was weird for him since he wasn’t that type of guy to act that way but here he is now…

• He’s there for you when people try to hurt you on purpose and oh boy, after he deals with them they never be in your sight ever again… I feel like you and sae would definitely play some sort of pranks on the other players and they wouldn’t know a thing since you guys ran out to fast for them to even tell who it was.

• I feel like you would help him with his classes a lot, like you guys would study together after school for hours until it’s like 9:00 at night and then y’all would go home and play video games together and you would be super tired the next day where you’ll need some kind of energy drink to make you stay awake.

• He would definitely watch a ton of anime’s and movies with you, he doesn’t really react much to them tho… you sometimes wonder how he can stay so calm during the most horrific parts of the horror movies that you guys would pick out… he also has to clean up the popcorn on the floor since you accidentally knocked it over when you got. jump-scared (you also caught him trying to cover up his laughter, it’s a achievement be proud of it)

• You guys always do stuff for each other, usually it’s getting the other person a gift that they really wanted for a long time and the other person would do the same back and it’s a repeating cycle…

• This friendship would definitely last for a very long time and I can see you guys also being more than just friends to, but even just being friends is the best thing that can ever happen to the both of you!

[bugs1nmybrain]

L Lawliet SFW Alphabet

I had a lot of fun with my NSFW alphabet, so I decided to do a SFW one too. While I love being horny for L, I also like to picture him in fluffy ways.

Warnings: L being a little creepy at one point 

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not very affectionate at first, he doesn’t really know what to do or how to react to physical touch. Over time he gets more comfortable with it. He enjoys holding your hand and squeeze it; his way of saying he likes you a lot. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

L doesn’t have friends lol. I think the creators actually said that at one point. IF he were to be a best friend he’d probably be the type to pick you based on your trustworthiness. He likes someone to have intellectual conversations with. The friendship would most likely be initiated by him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s so fucking awkward when it comes to cuddling. He doesn’t really like being touched for long periods of time. He enjoys them as the relationship progresses, and actually finds them quite comforting. However, cuddling can get weird because he doesn’t like unfolding from his position, so usually the cuddles are either with you as the big spoon or you sitting on his lap. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I really don’t see L as domestic at all. He’s had chores done for him his whole life. As much of a genius he is, he’s not good at that stuff. In terms of settling down, I don’t see him doing that much either. He won’t retire from his work until it kills him (heh...)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be very straightforward about it. He might be the type to break up with you over a call though, haha. He’ll tell you as it is and why it can’t work out between you two. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t dwell on the breakup much if at all. Relationships aren’t a top priority in his eyes. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d get married because there’s cake at weddings. 

But for real, it would take a while for him to decide he wants to marry you, but once he knows he wants to be with you and only you, he’ll propose. He’s not going to get on one knee but he’ll probably put the ring in a dessert for you to find (hopefully you don’t choke on it). 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle physically. He’s very soft with the way he touches you. Emotionally, sort of, but he’s blunt. He’ll point out something he doesn’t like or thinks is stupid and does it straight forward. He won’t yell or raise his voice at you, though. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Again, physical touch for him is awkward. The first hug you get from him is...weird. At first, he’ll give you a hug that prevents him from pressing his full body against yours. After a while, he’ll become more comfortable being affectionate and his hugs are actually very warm and comforting. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

For a long while, he doesn’t say it at all. It can take months. The feeling of love is foreign to him. He knows he feels differently about you than other people, but he doesn’t express it verbally, mostly because he just doesn’t think to.  One day, it just comes out one day in the middle of nowhere, and you’re left a blushing mess because you did not expect it. From there on out, he abuses the fact that it makes you flustered so quick, so he’ll say it at random times just to see your reactions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t try to be controlling about it, but he’s very good at detecting if someone likes you. Even if you don’t like THEM, he’ll find a way to distance you from that person because you’re HIS and he doesn’t want another person to win you over. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A very brief peck when you start kissing. Those pecks eventually turn into passionate kisses, with quite a bit of tongue action haha. Other than lips, he likes kisses on the cheek or forehead. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids like him because he’s funny looking. He doesn’t dislike kids and actually finds it interesting to talk to them, but he’d probably never take on the role of a babysitter. He wouldn’t know what the fuck to do. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s always awake before you because he only sleeps maybe once or twice a week. He tries not to wake you up but the clickity-clack of his typing wakes you up. He’ll offer you some coffee (if he makes it himself he will put a sickly amount of sugar in it. Just drink it. He’s trying to be nice).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, he’s up all night too. If you can pull him away from his work, he’ll spend some time with you. Watching true crime shows (he thinks they’re a little stupid and obvious though), eating candy, or playing horror games (but he never dies haha. He thinks it’s funny when you get scared though). Once you’re ready to sleep, he won’t sleep with you but he’ll sit around and accompany you in his presence while he does work. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This is tricky. Even if he really likes you, his personal information (especially his full name) can’t be shared with just anyone. It’ll take him FOREVER to reveal things about himself to you. He has to know for a matter of fact that you won’t share this information with anyone. If there’s even a slight chance that you will, he won’t. He tells you not to take it personally, it’s for the sake of the world. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn’t get angry per se, but annoyed. As mentioned before, he’ll tell you upfront if something bothers him. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers most things, especially important things. There’s so much going on in his head, though, that sometimes things fall through the cracks. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first date is something he likes to reflect on a lot. It was at an amusement park at night, and the image of your smile amongst all the funny-colored lights makes his heart tug ever so slightly. He remembers holding your hand for the first time and enjoying being around someone’s presence for once. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He....maybe sort of put a tracking device on your phone without your knowledge to be able to monitor your whereabouts. He needs to be sure of your safety at all times. As for him, what you can do to protect him is simply keep your mouth shut about any confidential information he shares with you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn’t try very hard, he kind of just does the bare minimum. He’ll usually give you candy or take you to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day or anniversaries. But, he’s great at taking you out to do fun things. This guy is loaded with cash so he’s great at gifts too but likes to buy things he knows you’ll like rather than guessing. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s emotionally unavailable. He’s not good at consoling you because he doesn’t understand emotions very well. He can also be a manipulative little shit during arguments, trying to purposely extract a response out of you. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Have you seen him? 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really. He likes you, yeah, but he doesn’t really need you, as sad as it sounds. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Really random headcanon but I think he’d like FNAF if Death Note took place in modern times.  

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Blatant stupidity. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist like him, but if you do things wrong that are so obvious to figure out, he’d be a little annoyed. Being really clingy is something he doesn’t like either. He has a job and he can’t spend all his time catering to you. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

HAH. He goes days without sleeping, sometimes a whole week. But then he’ll crash for 17 hours or so. You’ll have to drag him to a bed because if not he WILL sleep in his chair. 

[blujayonthewing]

23, 26, 30, 34 for Felix, Mel and Nyssa! :3

23. how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

felix is soft spoken-- his voice is sort of in the back of my throat, and he's often quiet and a bit muttery-- he tends to speak either a little haltlingly or all in sort of a rush-- much more haltingly if he's stressed. he's a surprisingly excellent singer, but he'd implode if anyone ever caught him singing, lol. melliwyk's a little reedy-- my starting point for her was emily litella, although she's ended up less high-pitched and squeaky than that, haha. she can probably? carry a tune? I don't think she's tone-deaf or anything, but she's not any sort of good singer, and she really doesn't sing ever. nyssa is sweet and breathy, if not airy-- my starting point for her was evanna lynch as luna lovegood. you can hear that she's smiling, and often teetering on the edge of bemused laughter. she's a pretty good singer! it's not her strongest suit musically speaking, but she can carry a tune and has a soft, sweet singing voice.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

felix's motions are sharp and agile-- on a normal/ casual basis he's sort of fidgety, picks things up and fiddles with them or just wrings his hands if there's nothing else to occupy them, but he's graceful in motion; fighting, for example, or sneaking around. if he's not sneaking around he likes to stroll at a relaxed pace, and generally keeps his hands in his pockets when he's just walking about. melliwyk tends to sort of bustle about, and she gestures a lot-- a lot of broad, fluid, rolling sort of wrist and finger motions, but she's also lowkey expressive with her whole body while she's talking. nyssa is extremely light-footed, nimble and springy-- except when she was disguising herself as a dwarf before she learned disguise self, and had to try to walk in real physical human boots without 1) looking like a cat wearing booties for the first time 2) tripping over her own feet. which she hated! a lot! without the hindrance of shoes, she's shockingly fast when she gets going, for someone with such a relaxed disposition, and she tends to sort of flit about when she's in good spirits. she's also an exceptional dancer!

30. do they smell like anything notable?

felix smells, generally, like pipe tobacco and leather, and wool that's been in the sun and the rain a lot-- and cedar, if he's drawing (he chews on the pencils). he's relatively fastidious about hygiene, so mostly he just smells like his clothes, although sometimes he gets up to Shenanigans that leave him smelling like, you know, garbage or chimney smoke or old potatoes (don't ask). melliwyk usually has a metallic scent about her, and most of her stuff is suffused in years' worth of ritual incense smoke and various magical reagents. sometimes she smells like something was just on fire (because something was just on fire) (it's fine). nyssa has, primarily, the warm, appealing, musky sort of natural smell of a clean person or animal, but she also smells of the flowers in her hair, and other less identifiable sweet and green or earthy kinds of scents tend to hang around her as well. she also often smells like honey, or tobacco, or wine, or unfortunately weed lol-- whatever she's been Up To that might leave a scent on her.

ALSO >:) these are the three I bought a bunch of alkemia samples for, and I got some REALLY good ones!! for Felix I've been really favoring The Highwayman, but Kitten And The Falling Leaves and Dustsceawung are also really good for him in two different directions; there are a bunch of good weird wizardy options for Melliwyk but I LOVE Industrial Sabotage and Sigil, separately but especially together; and Nyssa has always been the hardest for me to pick scents for irl because I can never settle on whether to go sweet or green/earthy or floral or animal, but I've been really enjoying combining Gaea and Electric Fur for her :3

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

felix would laugh a little nervously and just tell you, pleasantly, that he's no one of consequence, there's not really much to say. and then change the subject (please).

melliwyk: "Well, what is there to say? I'm a wizard, a researcher, specializing in transmutation and artificing. I've just recently invented a means of spellcasting using artificing principles, although no one seems terribly interested in that 🙄. [good humoredly, grinning teasingly:] I'm a little bit of a pain in the ass, particularly to the sorts of people who can't appreciate the balance between risk and reward, but I usually know mostly what I'm doing."

nyssa: "I'm a satyr; I have curly hair and green eyes, and there are flowers in my hair; I'm very friendly :) I really just like to have fun; I like to dance, and I like to play music... I love spending time with my friends, and I love meeting new people :) I try to bring joy when I can... I don't always understand things, but I'm trying my best to figure it all out :)'

ask about my OCs :3

[veryace-ficrecs]

Steve and Robin Besties Fic Recs

stobin platonic besties supremacy ☆*: .｡.╰(*°▽°*)╯.｡.:*☆

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :) 

i'm feeling (like i never should) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Eddie accidentally comes out to Robin and Steve without even thinking about it, he doesn't get the reaction he expected.

And apparently because he’s a fucking idiot he says, “I thought being gay was going to be the worst part of my life and then bam fucking aliens.”

Robin sits up so fast she almost bangs her head on Steve’s chin, who is still straddling her lap and like, what wouldn’t Eddie give to be Robin right now and shit now his brain is catching up with his mouth and why did he say that and why won’t Robin and Steve stop staring at him like that, oh shit. “You’re gay too?” says Robin and that sort of wipes Eddie’s brain clean and white and static.

Robin and Steve's Epic Platonic Soulmate Mixtape by findafight - Rated T

In late January, 1984, Robin saw Steve Harrington stand stock still in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a house with twinkling Christmas lights. She thought it was weird, but wasn’t going to comment and was about to walk around him when she realized his hands were shaking and repeatedly clenching and unclenching. And, because Robin could never leave well enough alone, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Or, Robin and Steve meet post season 1 and begin their friendship early, despite Robin's confusion at how exactly it happened.

(You Gotta) Cut Loose by sandypeaches - Rated G

Steve & Robin make use of their free Friday evening, watch "Footloose" & figure some stuff out. 

The Love Meister by agentM40 - Rated G

Murray has some confrontations about the nature of Steve and Robin's relationship. 

We've got each other by Kurahie - No Rating

Steve helping Robin through her first major post-Starcourt breakdown. They love each other in literally the most platonic way. 

With a Capital P by FallingUpTheStairz - Rated G

Steve's love language is physical touch and Robin learns to work with that.

Matching Bruises by jadeluvr - Rated G

Eddie gave one last tug, and pushed them both through the gate. A rush of air filled his lungs, but Robin was still gasping for air, leaving red marks from her nails on her throat as her face was turning purple. There was faint dots of red staining the bottom of her shirt, and Eddie felt immediate concern, but Robin was holding out her hand again, pointing at Steve who was struggling on the ground of the Upside Down.

OR: in a world where soulmates feel each other’s pain, robin and steve are platonic soulmates.

alone together by Sarcastic_Metaphor - Rated M

There’s only one person in Hawkins that Steve feels safe enough going to when his family is giving him hell. There’s only one person in the world that makes Robin feel safe enough to be herself. Neither of them are quite alright, but they’d do absolutely anything for each other.

(A character study fic on Steve and Robin’s friendship + my own HC’s on their codependency bc neither of these bitches should be even remotely emotionally sound. There’s also a good helping of solo Steve angst for dessert)

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?”

[sporco-filth]

to give a better idea of what that slob sitcom's characters and locations are like, here's an in-depth description of stuff:

Kyle:

Kyle is a slob largely because he likes being rude and making other people disgusted. He has a slob kink. He is sort of a misanthrope and enjoys getting people riled up. He's easily annoyed by other people, especially those who try to infringe on his lifestyle. He lives for pleasure and doesn't care about the effects of his actions. Because of this, he has no restraint when it comes to burping or farting, but he is rude in other ways, like playing thrash metal music at loud volumes, eating food off other people’s plates, talking while eating, using things up and not replacing them (or putting the empty thing back), swearing, making crude jokes etc. Appearance-wise, he doesn't care much about hygiene because a) he gets off on being a slob and b) he enjoys it when other people are disgusted by his smell or gross appearance. He is pretty fat because he doesn't care about his diet and he lives with Fed who is always eating.

Fed:

He is a slob because he’s too focused on satisfying his desires to bother with stuff like cleaning. He is a big eater and a bit of a gourmand, those sometimes his tastes can be a bit weird. He is probably the most 'normal' of the group and is often the voice of reason. He has a slob kink too, and living with Kyle has made him care less about doing things 'properly', so their apartment is pretty messy, though he does try to keep it neat-ish. Even so, he doesn't care that much about mess and so the place is still cluttered, but maybe not dirty or filthy at least. He has a habit of cooking really elaborate feasts and using every pot, pan and plate in the process, making a huge mess in the sink which he often forgets about and leaves 'soaking'. He is the fattest of the group and is pretty lazy because of his weight. He probably bathes more frequently than Kyle, but will often go at least a week between washes. As a restaurant critic, he finds that appearing like a slob is actually beneficial since it makes the places he's reviewing less likely to think he's a critic and so they don't give him special treatment. As a result, he often likes to make sure he looks dishevelled when he's on the job.

Tom:

If it involves moving, Tom will not do it. He's a slob simply because he's too lazy to clean. His apartment is always dark, since he keeps the blinds closed, and the only light sources are his TV and computer. His couch and desk are surrounded by trash but the rest of the place is fairly clean because he doesn’t spend much time anywhere else. The kitchen is also a mess since he just heats food up and tosses the packages wherever. His bedroom is messy too, with dirty clothes everywhere and a spot by the bed which he uses as a toilet. Most of his furniture has stains from when he couldn’t be bothered getting up to use the toilet. Tom used to be a high-achiever and a star athlete, but an injury led him to start playing video games to stave off boredom and he became hooked. His philosophy in life is that if it requires effort, it's not worth doing. He pretty much never bathes or cleans, because he can't be arsed. He stays up all night playing video games so he can line up with the time zones in the US and Europe and so he spends most of the day sleeping. He only eats food that doesn't require effort to make, so his diet is mostly junk food and energy drinks. He is pretty thin because of genetics (fast metabolism) and because he doesn't have a big appetite (because he doesn't burn any energy). He still has a bit of a starter belly though. He has no manners because he can't be bothered being polite, and so will burp during streams. His desk has loads of soft drink bottles filled with piss under it. He's also lactose intolerant but still eats dairy, with predictable results. Tom tends to moan and complain about everything. He avoids going out of the house at all costs and hates sunlight, fresh air and grass.

Felix:

Felix is a bit slow on the uptake, but he's very sweet and friendly. He's a slob because he just doesn't perceive mess and even if he does notice it, it doesn't bother him. He grew up with very lax rules about hygiene and chores, so he does not really understand why he would need to clean. While the others actively go against societal norms (Kyle), are slobs because they've lowered their standards (Fed) or because they just don't care (Tom), Felix just is a slob by nature. His apartment is filthy and full of trash. He never cleans anything and never bathes. He doesn't really know about manners either so he will burp, pick his nose, scratch his junk etc in public with no sense of shame. He doesn't realise anything he doe is perceived as rude or disgusting; to him it is just normal, natural behaviour. He feels bad if people are uncomfortable because of his behaviour, but he doesn't get why and thinks that they should try being more relaxed too. He is not really lazy and enjoys going out. He is pretty fat because he likes to eat junk food a lot, but his work (he's a plumber) is pretty physical and though he doesn't exercise as a hobby, it's not like he spends all day on the couch.

Amy:

Amy grew up with parents who were very restrictive and wanted her to be a feminine girl, but she was always a tomboy and so she hated this. She is a slob because she sees it as a form of rebellion and a way to act more stereotypically masculine, thereby sticking it to her parents. She will burp and fart loudly and gets competitive with the guys. She doesn't care about her appearance and often goes days without bathing. She refuses to do chores and so her apartment is a mess. She believes strongly in feminism and is rather radical left, sort of anarchistic, and so her slob-ness is sort of an assertion of her freedom from authority and the patriarchy. She believes women should be allowed to be slobs as much as men are.

Jessica:

Jess was the youngest child in her family and her parents spoiled her a lot. She wasn't expected to do any chores and so never learned to clean up after herself. She is a slob because she is pampered and expects others to clean up for her. She isn't a brat, not does she demand people clean up for her, she just has a subconscious expectation that someone will clean up her messes eventually. She isn't much of a slob in physical terms and her personal hygiene is good, but she makes a lot of messes and her apartment is a pigsty. She also is surprisingly loud belcher and she doesn't really care about behaving properly. She has no housemaking skills and will probably ruin any domestic task she is given.

Brittany:

I may add to this later because her 'slob type' has only recently been established, but she's a stoner. She's fat and lazy because of the weed and she is messy because she only really cares about pleasure and so on. She's similar to Fed in that respect except more unbridled and filthier.

Kevin:

Kevin is a neat freak, eats healthy, keeps fit. He secretly wants to be a slob and has a slob kink but his appearance/behaviour is so tied up with his identity that he finds it difficult to relax his standards. He is also a prude and feels a little ashamed he finds disgusting things attractive. He gets a crush on Felix and they end up dating. Felix helps him get over a lot of his hang ups and over time he starts to be less uptight and more comfortable with his sexuality/kinks etc.

Bob:

Bob is a slob because he no longer gives a fuck what other people think. He's too old to care and just wants to live his life in peace, free of bothersome tasks. Sadly, he is the man in charge of maintenance in the building and so he is often bothered by the other cast members. He is grumpy and curmudgeonly. He finds his mess comfortable and considers it his territory which other people shouldn't mess with. Because he doesn't like other people to get involved in his life, he doesn't like to get involved in others' lives. This, combined with his laziness, means he does not care if the building is in dirty and so lets all the slobs make their respective messes.

[606nox]

Savanaclaw x subnatica reader

Jack x subnatica reader

I feel like this is a good description of jack and Leona in ch 2 might just be me tho

Jack had seen you at the ceremony and saw the racket that was caused at first was judging you but he quickly realized that it wasn't your fault and in fact, you took care of the situation quickly and seemed to be annoyed by the whole situation but what he also noticed was that you didn't walk right you could move and run but something about how you walked and ran was just off he couldn't put his finger on it but just because you ran strange doesn't mean that you weren't fast you were so fast you that you ended the chase before it could go on any longer so he just chalked it up to the fact that you were in a coffin for a long time but after he saw you take care of the situation putting Riddle's and Azul's magic to shame he was impressed he could admire you for taking responsibility for a situation you didn't need to but other than that he never really got to talk to you but he heard that you were a janitor which he kinds felt back for you because the guys at the school weren't very nice and because you would have to clean up all that mess but he saw you clean and deal with the other teens despite being the same age you made sure they showed you respect but later that day he learned that you had became a student which he was honestly a bit happy for you even though he didn't know you he was still a little bit happy for you even if you didn't show it and honestly he was hoping that you would be sorted into a dorm so you could be in savanaclaw but he had heard that the old ramshakle form was now inhabited so he assumed it was you which made him furious because he knew that some dorms still had rooms and the headmaster put you in a rundown place but there wasn't anything he could do to help you he wasn't a dormleader and he couldn't get randomly involved and march up to the head master and demand that you get a better living place but he soon realized that wait why do I care so much about them I don't know them at all but he did dwell on it to much because he had other stuff to do and for a while he didn't hear anything about you but them he heard about Riddles overblot and he also heard that you had helped fight against him but that was super weird to him because you don't have magic but he decided that he would confront you later but for now he would leave you alone after all you just got done dealing with an overblot so you must be tired and you still had to go to school so he left you be but when he throught that it was time to confront you came to him talking about how someone was sabotaging the magical shift games but he brushed it off but you just said that you although you didn't want to compete you wanted to be fair because not only was finding the culprit beneficial to you but you also throught that whoever wins should win fairly and not by cheating mainly because cheating to win something so trivial compared to what you had to do which he didn't agree with but he did agree that whoever wins should win fairly but the compared to what you had to do sounded like a uncomfortable joke that was supposed to make him laugh but he was just confused and a little anxious what did you mean by that but you left and he forgot for the time being but everytime he saw you those words just kept resurfacing it bothered him but he wasn't going to ask you but not only that he noticed that you still walked weird eventually he decided to join you guys on your way to find the culprit even though he knew who it was and he was a bit a happy when you figured out that it was ruggie by yourself but the thing was that you still needed to find proof that he was the culprit because without proof the headmaster couldn't do anything about it even if he did believe you and the worst part of it was that ruggie knew that he knew that no one could do anything unless they got physical proof that ruggie did it which made things harder because ruggie was very diligent about his sabotage and made it look natural but you guys got a plan and it worked but at a cost leona overbloted and he had ruggie hostage

but not only that Jack was going to charge at leona but you caught jack and told him to stand down because not only could ruggie get hurt but he and everyone else could get hurt so he did stand down but he heard you mumble something like damn I wish I was in water which made jack a little angry you were talking about water when leona is overbloted and ruggie is being held hostage didn't you understand the severity of this situation but right now jack couldn't muster up the words to tell at you so he just looked at you and saw you reaching for your belt but the stranger part was that leona didn't notice you reach for your belt but even so he couldn't help but notice that you were just as shooken up as him you were shaking but not in a scared more like anticipation of what was to happen before jack could make another moves your arms sprang up and shot something at leona at first he thought it was a bullet but when it reached him he was stuck he couldn't move at all it was like he was paralyzed and the first thing you did start charging the gun looking thing in your hand and bolted at the paralyzed leona and grabbed ruggie who was also paralyzed up until you got him out of the sphere but before anyone knew it the spheres affect wore off but you quickly shot another what looked like an eclectic surge and paralyzed leona again and commanded them to attack and jack joined in attacking and you kept paralyzing leona but eventually people started to get tired and got angry you still ran weird but you looked no you felt different now you no longer were shaking instead it was replaced with a new type of weapon it looked heavy-duty like it was meant for combat but instead of shooting at leona you pointed it at him and a light appeared around him and leona began to struggle but you quickly slammed him into the ground which was enough to knock him out but his blot monster was still up and in response mixed in between the magic being shot at it you launched a bolder at it which made it disappear the blot subsited and leona was ok but jack was more concerned by the way you looked you seemed exited but in a violent like the other students in savanaclaw when someone tries to pick a fight with them he didn't know what to call it but you looked it but a concerning amount you looked almost blood hungry but you didn't act on it you calmed down but that's when jack realized that this wasn't blood hungry it was more of a survival instincts kicking and it just made you seem blood hungry after leona was safe jack went to question you about that cause that wasn't a normal thing to happen sure fight or flight just kicked but this was different no one gets that fight or flight that bad unless they have been throw something bad that made them that way jack got to hunting you down and found you sitting by the trees right at the end of the school field once jack got close enough to see you he saw you just observing the flora even just the grass and you plopped down on it almost like you were trying to hug it and after you fully got comfy you let out a sigh line you had been holding in your breath and closed your eyes but you had heard him walking towards you and lazily opened your eyes

Hey perfect can I ask you a question

Sure shoot I don't have anything else to do

First, do you mind if I sit next to you

Sure I don't mind

Right, so what was that back there you seemed different-

Maybe later jack when I know you better but for now, let's leave it unknown.

And with that, you got up from your comfy spot and left to get back to the ramshackle after that jack, and you began to hang out with him and he found out that he and you had quite a bit in common he liked plants and so did you that's what you guys first bonded over but jack also admired and respect you you had earned it but you notice that jack was trying to earn yours but here's the problem you didn't have anyone to respect for a long time because you were on an alien planet so respect didn't matter to you so it took you a long while to realize that jack was trying to gain your respect but to be honest you didn't care because you were enjoying your time with Jack but also knew that it would seem like you were taking advantage of him so you told him that he didn't need to try and earn your respect because you like him the way he is and you just want to be friends with the real him and jack couldn't hold it together that was too cute and all he could mutter out was right

You guys ended up in a relationship somehow and honestly, jack knew he had feelings but he never knew you had feelings for him everything about you just made jack flustered the way you were gentle and kind but still knew when to stand up for yourself jack and you just kind of hang out he has study dates with you a lot because school gets hard occasionally but one day jack offered to let you go on one of his daily jogs but you declined and he was ok with that but he did ask you why not

Why not I've seen how fast you can go even just at a walking pace you don't have to I'm just curious

Well honestly I'd rather forget that I can be that fast it's a bother

Normally jack would have just left it alone but your mood shifted so fast and not in a good way you seemed sad but bothered and mad just a whole bunch of emotions all at the same time so he sat down next to you

Hey you don't have to tell me but please if it's making you sad tell me I want to make sure your happy

I guess I could tell you but it's a little bit strange

You're from another world what else could be that strange

You let out a small laugh jack was just happy he could see you smile

Well you see I didn't have a choice I was stuck on an alien planet that's why I walk and talked so weirdly there were giant leviathan creatures and even the small ones were dangerous I also had to hunt on my own and scavenge for material because the ship I was on crashed luckily I had blueprints still and I could make weapons and the cherry on top I cured a disease that could have killed me and the whole planet

Wow I don't know what to say I'm sorry you had to go through that and I believe you

Yeah I don't expect you to know what to say but I'm happy that you believe me

Do you want me to stay I can always skip today if you want

Yeah could you I just kind of want to cuddle you I'm a bit sad remembering all this

Yeah I can I love you, please remember that

I love you too jack

[uncannychange]

“Please, Mister Foster,” said Belladonna Nightcall, the sorceress on duty in the all-night Independent Apothecary of Alchemists, Brujas, Cailleacha, Hexen, Streghe, and other Sundry Potion Mixers, trying to speak as calmly as she could to the clearly hysterical person in front of her.

“Did you drink from all these potion bottles?” “Yes!” said Brian Foster. “I see,” said Belladonna, adding a sigh she could not suppress as she took in the large number of bottles, several of them near or completely empty, the customer had brought in, “and why?”

“I don’t know!” said Brian, getting even louder “I thought they were just recreational drugs my girlfriend had. So I tried all of them, and then stuff started to happen, weird stuff! Then I saw an address on the bag they were in and came here as fast as I could to see if you could do something to stop this and make it go away!”

“Oh great,” thought Belladonna, “a mundane, just what I need tonight.”

For a moment, Mistress Nightcall thought she might just let the normal reap the consequences of his stupidity.

“Please!” said Brian Foster again.

“Alright,” said Belladonna, having decided that she didn’t want to clean up the mess that would be left if she allowed things to continue as they were going.

Brian Foster, who when he came in had claimed that less than an hour ago he had been a thirty-seven-year-old, six foot, two-inch dark-haired man, was now clearly a woman. And while they had been talking, he, or rather she, had continued to shrink, and grow younger and in the last few minutes, had even become a ginger.

“Do something!” continued the former Mister Foster, shrinking to under five and a half feet in height.

“Yeah,” said Belladonna, hitting her with an all-purpose spell-breaker powder bomb she kept behind the counter.

Brian sneezed and stopped in her downward age and height descent. The men’s clothing she had been wearing when she came in hung on her. Mistress Nightcall estimated Foster had been stopped at five feet tall even and looked to be around 20 or 21.

“Now you can fix this?” asked Brian, taking in her new body.

“Nope,” said Belladonna, “you mess with this much magic, it messes with you even more. This is who you are now.”

Dismissing the new little woman, her last act was to put what was left of the potions she had brought in back in the bag (along with a bill for the spell breaker), and as a courtesy, really just a way to speed up getting rid of her, made a call to Vanna Smoke the original purchaser of the item to come collect her “boyfriend.”

Arriving quickly, Vanna took in the situation, not nearly as shocked or angry as Brian thought she would be, she just said, “Well, that’s a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Brian.”

“She said she can’t do anything to fix this.” said Brian, pointing at Belladonna, “can you?”

“Yes,” said Vanna, “I can do something.” “Now? Please!” said Brian.

“Tomorrow,” said Vanna Smoke, “Tomorrow.”

The next day the still very much changed Brian Foster got up early, ready to have something done about “his” condition.

“Ready to start?” asked Brian, vainly trying to make her voice sound deeper, but she could only produce a really quite nice mezzo-soprano, which, coming out of the petite little thing she was now, was quite striking.

“Yes, but not here.” said Vanna, “we’ll have to go to another sort of shop.”

“Like that place last night?” asked Brian “No,” said Vanna, “The V.V.F.F. does a different sort of magic.”

“Okay,” said Brian, concern creeping into her voice.

After Brian had put on some of his clothing, which she now swam about in, they were off to the mysterious V.V.F.F.

On getting there, Brian was disappointed to find that the letters were short for a place called the Vogue Vibe Fashionista Factory.

“Huh?” said Brian.

The almost painfully stylish staff at V.V.F.F. took one look at Brian in her baggy gray affront to fashion and, acting on a nod from Vanna Smoke, moved in on her.

What proceeded was a succession of quick clothing changes performed by the staff.

At nods, gestures, and sometimes a curt “Yes!” or “No” from Vanna, some went into one pile and were taken away, while others went into another of “keepers.”

Despite his new form, there was still enough male about Brian for her to find no joy in this parade. Though when from time to time Brian saw herself in a mirror she did sometimes get the oddest "tingle."

“Is there going to be something more going on today than this?” Brian asked Vanna, hope beginning to fade.

“Well, of course,” said Vanna “After this, we have to hit the makeup, and perfume counters to find you a new scent. And, of course, then there is the whole deal with getting you a new I.D. I’m thinking Brianna Foster unless you want something more original, more fun, we’ll think of something more fun later.”

That was the moment that it dawned on Brian that all the changes from last night were staying, and he, no, she was going to have to deal with being Vanna’s new BFF and part-time living fashion doll.