#and pro-pain accessories

[ficklecat]

hank hill

[marta-bee]

Kink of the Hill.

[aphelion-alifer]

relieving wing related dysphoria

something that I see many winged folks experience, including myself, is wing related dysphoria. more specifically, dysphoria relating to not being able to fly or not having wings physically. all my life this is a struggle I've dealt with, and I understand how painful it is. there are ways to relieve it though! here's some things that I've come up with and suggest to those who are struggling:

create mood boards, wallpapers, stim boards, and pinterest boards relating to the sky, your wings, theriotype, shifted form, etc

dive into media that has winged people/creatures (maximum ride, the maleficent movies, the croaking, just to name a few)

play games that let you fly, either with or without wings. bonus points if you're able to do it in VR (roblox, minecraft, feralheart, aer memories of old, superflight, fugl, etc)

practice lucid dreaming or astral projection

blankets!! especially weighted blankets, this can mimic the feeling of having wings

create or buy cosplay wings that look like your own (either typical cosplay wings worn with a harness/straps, or a backpack with wings, or a shawl in the shape of wings)

wear the colors of your wings, theriotype or shifted form

surround yourself with wing related themes or themes related to your theriotype or shifted form (buttons, pins, stickers, doodles, plushies, etc)

wear wing related accessories (rings, necklaces, hair pins, wings you can put on the laces of your shoes, etc)

if you're able to, get wings tattooed on your back or get a tattoo related to your theriotype or shifted form

if you're able to, participate in sky/air related sports or activities (skydiving, wingsuit flying, paragliding, hang gliding, etc)

draw/doodle your wings, theriotype or shifted form!!

meditate and visualize your wings. feel their weight, see their colors and textures, etc.

connect and talk to others who have wings if you need support and are looking for folks who have had similar experiences

carry around a backpack and make sure to give it some weight! having a backpack of a similar weight to my phantom wings tends to make my phantom wings go away, if you're looking to stop your phantom wings from existing for a bit for any reason

collect feathers that look like yours if you have feathered wings

connect with nature! this helps ground me and feel more connected to my natural self. I suggest going outside on a windy day or climbing trees.

stick your head/arms out of the car when you're going somewhere! this is one of my favorite things to do and it mimics what I imagine flying to feel like (pro tip, don't do this if you're driving)

make your room feel like the environment you belong in (using nature or wind ambient sounds, fans to get air flowing, that sort of thing)

watch flying POV videos

I'm sure there are more things that I could add, but I think that this is all my brain can think of at the moment. feel free to add onto the list if there's anything else that any of you want to add if I missed anything!

[legokingfisher]

Yeah I draw this guy a lot but I thought it was time i put together my take on him in a more Coherent way. Lots of design notes/lore/hc stuff under the cut.

-> Usually dragons Riyu’s age are more lanky, but between ninja training and his unconventional diet (he eats So much human(oid) food lol. Probably a v different meat-to-everything-else ratio than a typical mtn dragon has), he has put on a lot of muscle and fat. He’s built like the dragon equivalent of a pro body builder it’s so funny i love him

-> Mtn dragons have relatively long wings as far as dragons go. Their wingtips naturally are deeply notched as well. These adaptations are good for passive soaring without sacrificing much maneuverability; two things that are important for living, traveling, and hunting in their home mountain ranges.

-> My idea for a scarification tradition in mtn dragon communities 🎉 patterns associated with clan or group carved/burned into the keratin of tail clubs:

This is most done by older or higher ranking members of a clan or family, to teen dragons as a coming of age thing. It is also done at any age to show allegiance to groups/causes/etc not directly affiliated with birth clan/family. It is done with sharp tools heated over a fire, or simply with a claw charged with the carver’s own powers/energy in order to the burn patterns.

Keratin is the same material that makes up fingernails, hooves, and the sheaths on horns of many irl animals. I imagine the keratin layer on mtn dragons’ tail clubs is very thick. So, done correctly, the process isn’t painful (mildly painful at worst) but can be uncomfortable. Since the layer continues to grow and repair itself throughout a mtn dragon’s life, the ritual needs to be repeated occasionally over the years lest the patterns fade/fill with time. Riyu had his club engraved for the first time during the time skip between drs1-2.

Mtn dragons will also have symbols or patterns added to their tail clubs throughout their lives that represent affiliations to causes, other groups, accomplishments, their interests, etc. Riyu has a ninjargon “R” because having something in a ninjagan human script represents his association with, and status as, a ninja. Also I based his clan markings off one of the shapes on his Matriarch’s crown.

-> Accessories time 🎉🎉🎉:

Carry bag: he doesn’t have pockets… he needs pockets… give him pockets. And bags (there is a bag on each shoulder). He’s got a couple of these but the green one is his favorite.

Glove-shoes: Riyu walks on his hands, but also uses them as.. well. Hands. Wouldn’t want to handle things like food (or objects which he otherwise wouldn’t want to dirty) with the same hands that are all over the ground all the time. This way, his glove-shoes can get dirty while his hands stay clean inside. He can just take them off when it’s time to eat or handle anything that doesn’t need to get dirty. He also just likes how they look; he’s got a few pairs. Stylish guy.

Friendship bracelets: for funsies :) an orange one for Arin, a pink one for Sora, and a red one for Wyldfyre.

[glowcircuit]

I built a miniature Va11 Hall-A Bar inside of my PC!!

Va11 Hall-A PC Parts & Build list

PC:

CPU : Intel I9 14900k

GPU: Intel Arc A770 16gb

Ram: Corsair Dominator 64gb 5600

Mobo: Maxsun Terminator Z790 D5 wifi

Hard drives M.2: Samsung 990 pro 2tb, Samsung 970 evo plus 1tb, CT 1tb,                                 Adata 500gb

PSU: ROG Thor 850 P2

Cables: Cablemod.com custom shortened and sleeved

Water loop distro : EKWB FLT 120 reservoir + D5 pump

Water loop cpu block: ThermalTake Pacific Mx2 Ultra 

Water loop radiators: Alphacool HPE 20 x 2

Water loop hardware: 15 Alphacool, 3 EKWB, 2 Alphacool soft, 2 granzon    

Water loop tubes: EKWB Acrylic tube 14mm, Alphacool 13/10 soft

Air Cooling : ThermalTake Toughfan 120mm x 3  + Controller

Air Cooling : Noctua 40mm pwm server fan x 2 (non visible)

Additional RGB Control : Coolermaster controller

Case:

Lian Li PC V600, left side mount, released in 2006, I acquired it in 2015 from PC Recycle in sodo Seattle.

I had to track down a new foot, one had been missing since I acquired the case (ebay)

Mods:These are the case mods I did personally

Cut a hole for the cpu mounts in the Motherboard mount plate as this case was designed for older hardware 

Cut two 120mm blowholes and added aluminum covers (Dremel)

Cut Front and rear windows into side panels (Dremel Max)

Moved PSU from vertical placement in the lower right side of the case in front of the CPU  to horizontal placement in the top left in old drive bays. 

The PSU bracket had to be cut to show the OLED on the side. 

Modded the side panel rail slide to accommodate the PSU, I used the original aluminum stand the psu was on, cut in half and epoxied with JB weld. 

Changed and moved Power/ Reset switch to the back of the case, shortened and spliced the cable

I cut and bent my own 14mm acrylic tubes (hobby miter, heat gun). 

Cut and made two way mirror for the front panel

Plastic "truss" is both functional and aesthetic. It came from a Gunpla accessory kit and has two cables passing through it and it acts as the GPU support. I could only get red and had to paint it.

Notice that some logos are missing/ covered, I dislike having a case as an advertisement. The Rog eye on the PSU is mostly covered but iykyk, most of the word "Intel" on the ARC GPU, Two of the Thermaltake logos on the fan edges, the Paint on the Thermaltake Mx2 Ultra and Maxsun terminator heatsink. (I will eventually cover the visible SSD with a heat sink, cover the fan info on the rear and work a cover for the word "dominator"). the one logo explicitly unchanged is the LianLi case badge, if I think of a perfect replacement, maybe then.

Mod I did not do:

I did NOT shorten and sleeve my own cables, I used cable-mod.com. I am not confident in my ability to do this.

BAR:

"Bar Tiny" Re-ment sets from Japan, 17 sets involved. 

 I customized the color of the bar and chairs and shortened one table for the mezzanine. The whole bar, minus barback- is on a removable 7 inch piece of black acrylic for cleaning.

Jill Stingray Nendoroid

Jils Cat, it sleeps on the GPU

Jill Stool: Jill is glued to a cute doll stool to see over the bar

Jill Accessories non-Nendoroid: cellphone, purse, coat (ebay)

Dorothy Haze Nendoroid

will be added on release.

Bar Back:I made this myself

Black acrylic sheet, and frosted acrylic rods.

Doll Light power kit: 8 Led lights, 4 incandescent lights

USB Doll light power strip

Other Bar Accessories:

Overhead Hanging farmhouse light

trash, mop, broom, pan, mop bucket, 

2 blue fuzzy chairs 

Miniature plants

Miniature Microphone

Mini bottle Dom Perignon, an xmas gift from my friend nemo, it's

 on the top shelf 

Problems and changes:

1. ARGB, pretty pretty pain in the ass. 4 pieces of software........

2. The water loop was changed extensively as hardware came in and space limitations were discovered. The biggest change is that I originally planned to have one radiator on the front of the case, the tubes running over Jills head and to light the tubes as lighting for the bar, to do this the fan would have been in the case proper pushing the whole bar to far into the mobo, it didn't work, so the loop was moved to the top of the case and caused me to have one complex bent tube 

 Second, I had planned the loop to use one sideport on the distro, but space limitation moved both ports to the top causing the complex fittings setup in that corner.   

3. The MOBO, sigh. This has been clearly the most challenging choice I made in this build, I really wanted it to work perfectly too, but I rolled those dice because: Aesthetic+function, the board I wanted (https://en.colorful.cn/en/home/product?mid=84&id=400d19bc-5655-49e1-b391-df00b60935ef) was to great a risk for the cost. This was a silver medal. 

I generally dislike the design options I had in the Z790 series of the big board makers (I  HATE big logos), especially the full ATX, there was one M that interested me, I should have picked it . This board has potential, but the BIOS is underdeveloped and compatibility has been problematic, I had to do a tricky outdated style BIOS update right from the box, and have had to reset the cmos a couple times. It skips BIOS on general boot and though stable, it will have to be addressed eventually, it doesn't have a proper sleep because of some issue between uefi & legacy. It may end up replaced, which will require a full build teardown.

the Turbo fan built into the board doesn't seem to function

Alos, the two argb connections on the mobo dont work, or I can't get them to recognize anything, necessitating the Coolermaster controller for the PSU and Distro. it is shoved behind the distro along with a Noctua 40mm

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Outsiders idea how would the gang react to a friend have joint pain and I love your writing

Summary: The Outsiders with Reader w!Joint Pain Warnings: none Author's Note: none PONYBOY has always had some aches and pains ever since he started track, (on account of his poor warmups and stretches) so he thinks he knows what you're going through. But when you explain your constant grating pain he feels so bad. He never knew your pain was that bad, and he fully dedicates his day to making it perfect for you. Every time your pain flares he's always there with whatever you need. JOHNNY's mom has joint pain, so he always knows how to take care of you. He massages CBD cream into your hands for you when you're in too much pain or when your sleepy. He's always trying to do stuff for you, hold books, move things, just so you don't have to feel that pain. He holds your hand very gently too, making sure to not hit pressure points. SODAPOP feels so bad for you, he truly can't imagine how hard it must be for you. He's not yet a pro at being gentle with you but he tries his hardest and immedietly apologizes when he forgets. He tries not to let your pain stop him from loving you just as much though, and ends up finding endless other ways to show his affection, like giving you gifts for example. STEVE has no clue what to do with himself, especially when you're in a lot of pain. He feels totally helpless because the pain is coming from inside you and he has no clue on how to help. He tries to comfort you by just being near you, being gentle and attentive, + giving you what you need. He recognizes how he'll never understand what you're going through so he's always accomadating. TWO BIT is ever so gentle with you. He treats you like fine china, he never wants to put you under any physical pressure and exertion. He'll do most of the chores for you, and any heavy lifting. He'll get slightly pissed at you for doing stuff like that yourself, reminding you that you can always make him do it. He loves showering you with gifts, and when physical affection is needed, he'll be gentle and never hug you too tight. DARRY is very gentle with you, or at least he tries to be. He sometimes forgets his strength and makes pain shoot up your bones, but he's so apologetic and remorseful. He'll beat himself up over it for a couple of days and you have to comfort him. He's insecure over his strength and your 'fragility' (he thinks of your pain as fragility because he cannot stand the idea of you being in pain, even if you're used to it), and a lot of reassurance is needed. DALLAS is not gentle with you. He know's your tough and you can handle a bit of pain. But at the same time, you'll get a little more special treatment because of your pain. He wont play-fight with you (or as much anyways) and like the others, finds different ways to show his (on/off) affection for you. Like swiping you necklaces and accessories you'd like.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Golden Hour

word count: 1k

x: finished this short thing in an hour at work...... nothing else to say... enjoy :)

content: You sing “Golden Hour” for Roman Reigns at his wedding. Roman x Semeni, Roman x Reader, angst

You had been invited to sing at a wedding. You were excited. You think. You haven't gotten to sing at a wedding in a long time. Of course, this was different this time. Who’s wedding? Roman and Semeni, your longtime friends that have stuck with you since high school, despite you all pursuing different paths. A pro wrestler, a singer, and a model. Who knew you three would go on to be so successful. But that’s not the thought lingering in your mind, no, your heart as you clutch the microphone with obnoxiously sweaty hands.

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

You stood at the front of the shiny marble dance floor, accompanied by a shiny, immense grand piano, and a string quartet. You stood farther out in front of the instruments to be seen, but not too far to the point where you were distracting. Singing Golden Hour for the newly wed as they twirled across the dancefloor, love written across their faces. You could almost smile. Almost

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

God, that annoying, unbearable pain in your chest as you sang the song to your best ability, not showing the state you were trying to desperately betray. Why weren't you happy? Your best friend is getting married. It's not new news. Neither is the widespread burning in your chest. But you thought you had finally gotten over yourself. Countless journey entries, therapy sessions, hour phone calls to your friend Gianna, who tried her best to console you and be with you every time you called. But seeing them together, hand in hand, dancing along to your voice with their love for each other pushing and floating them across the floor. It was unendurable.

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

The string quartet sang along with you, cheering them on into their new path in life. Something you should be doing, but you're not. Closing your eyes. That's what you had resorted to doing. Closing your eyes, singing the best you could. You imagined a wonderful white and blue room, adorned with ambient lighting and clouds everywhere. Fog covered the ground, but formed around your feet as you walked through. So captivating, but free at the same time. You wore a wonderful white gown, with silver accessories that shined bright in any room. And you looked up at Roman, wearing a designer black suit, with a silver clip with etched in diamonds attached to his suit, and a blue handkerchief. 

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

He took your hand as you two moved across the thick fog. No audience, no guests or family members, just you two. Sharing a special intimate moment with each other. Letting your love cloud your mind. Interfere with your judgment. Living in this beautiful moment. Your whole body tingled, feeling a gust of cold wind, dispersing your picture perfect daydream. They had glided past you like two flies in the hot summer heat. Her gigantic snow white dress brushing your toes as they smile stayed still. Well it was working until now. It's almost as if her snapping you out of your daydream made it worse. If only it was real

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

A singular tear rode down your painted face. Staining the layers of makeup you had put on hours before the occasion. The camera man took a picture of you, probably mistaking your hot tear for a tear of joy. He couldn’t be more wrong. God, why were you here? Why did you even offer to do this for them? You should’ve known that you were going to break. It hurts. Seeing them together. In love. In a celebration and cheers to future happy memories, here you are. Questioning your placement here. Among these happy souls, as you stare holes into the side of their head. With anger? Disgust? Sadness? You didn't know. Maybe all three. Maybe none. The piano quiets and the string quartet fades. They take one longing look at eachother, and kiss. A loud explosion of head pounding applause followed. And you fakely followed suit. You wonder if you would have been more forward with him, that you would be standing in her place. All of these people would be clapping with you instead of her. If you would have told her to leave him alone, maybe they would have never gotten married. And you wouldn't be standing there, cursing yourself for being so scared. You looked at him with longing, and her with confused jealousy. As she stood there, and danced with your first love. They looked at you with unnerving happiness, their eyes and smiles thanking you for giving them such a special moment to remember. And you smiled too, wiping your tears to make things seem more dramatic. But Roman's face changed. Seeing right through your paper thin smile. And you knew he would ask you about it later.

Can they even imagine falling like you did?

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[theladyofrosewater]

PROS AND CONS OF EACH

CLEO PROS

She's already a close enough match to Lucinda's skin tone so I wouldn't have re paint it

I already own this doll and wouldn't have to buy a new one

CLEO CONS

her bandages are molded on and I would have to sand those off instead of just painting over them which is a major pain and I wouldn't be able to remove the molding on her hands due to how soft the plastic is

VENUS PROS

Her face mold is way more similar to her voice actor, Anairis Quinones and I know a lot of people headcanon or redesign Lucinda to look like her VA

Her molded on skin details are either easily removable or I can paint them to be witch like

VENUS CONS

She is bright GREEN and I would have to repaint her and when the paint around her joints chips it will be, VERY noticeable

The modern monster high dolls have the hair melted into the scalp and can cause it to tear (I tore a hole into my Frankie doll and now they have a giant gash I need to fix) and I have no idea if Venus's hair would be more difficult or easier to remove

Both dolls also don't really have good accessories so I have to hope some of the draculaura heels fit both of them, but they also have the same body type as far as I'm aware

[eris-snow]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐔𝐩

✨When he smiles at you

Tags: fem!reader x bakugou, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023

”Stupid formal wear,” You mutter under your breath. Because of it, you had to go to the unnecessarily large mall. And Bakugou was coming with you.

There are times when Bakugou doesn’t know how to act around you. With his feelings bumbling into the driver’s seat and shoving out any rationality he has, Bakugou is left stumbling for words when you play your cards right.

Your voice is music to his ears, your eyes are prettier than the cherry blossoms blooming outside his window, and your smile threatens to send him to heaven.

He doesn’t know that you’re at the fragile mercy of his entire being too.

You sigh as you slump in your seat, ignoring the boisterous yelling of the people in your class (Mostly Bakugou’s).

There are better things to focus on than his raspy voice, or his unfiltered, blunt words, or his fiery personality that always motivates everyone around him, or his abs-

“Settle down, everyone. It’s time for class.” Aizawa’s sharp voice shatters all your fantasies about the blond you had told yourself to stop thinking about 5 seconds ago.

God dammit.

The school day was uneventful, except for the reminder of the Hero Gala the U.A Class 2A and 2B was supposed to attend this Friday, 7th April. It only just served as another painful reminder about how you had nothing formal enough to wear there.

”Stupid formal wear,” You mutter under your breath as you glare at your phone, about to step out of the gate of U.A. with a slip of approval in your hands. Aizawa had allowed you to go out of U.A. that day to a nearby mall to get the things you wanted for the gala.

“This is a meeting of many experienced Pro Heros,” Aizawa told you while filling up the form. He hands it to you. “You need to look as presentable as possible. Best if you prepare early.”

And that was how you got here. One foot out the gate of U.A to spend hard-earned cash on clothes of all things-

��Oi.”

You squeak out a startled yelp, whipping your head behind to the person who’d just scared you out of your wits.

Scarlet red eyes clash with yours.

Bakugou.

He coughs, raising an unamused eyebrow. He’s in casual clothes, hands shoved in his slacks’ pockets with a small scowl framing his face.

He has no right to look that good when he’s pissed.

You steady your heart rate, flushing furiously in embarrassment. “Sorry. You scared me.”

“No shit,” he replies, glancing at the form in your hand with furrowed eyebrows. “You too?”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t have anything to wear for that stupid Gala this week, right? That’s why you’re going out of school.”

You sputter out a breathless “yes,”, dread and excitement gushing out of the floodgates when you see an identical slip of paper sticking out of his pocket.

Oh.

Oh.

“You don’t have stuff too?” You breathe, praying that the oh-so-perfect Bakugou would read your mind and respond with the same words.

Instead, he said. “I don’t have a suit.”

Crap.

You were going to the mall.

He was coming with you.

—

Bakugou’s taste in clothing was impeccable.

That was the only, and may it be repeated, only reason why you accepted his questionable offer to pick out a dress for the event.

The suit of Bakugou’s choice rested heavily on his arm (no tie, he refuses to wear such a restrictive accessory on an occasion he doesn’t even want to go to) as he browses dresses in some no-name store that you insisted on checking out.

He’s familiar with certain big brands in the fashion industry and admits that you hit a gold mine with how many of these designer dresses he can find.

What’s more, they’re half the price of the originals.

You glance over to see how the blond is doing, dragging out a decent gown that suited your taste enough. His sharp eyes flickered over the fabric, fingers nimble and experienced as he feels the dress’s material texture like he was a professional seamster.

His scowl deepens on his face as he practically throws the hanger back on the rack.

You don’t even want to start on the number of dresses you had to try on. In reality, you knew there couldn’t be that many, maybe 10 to 15. The number doesn’t sound like a lot, but each comment the blond made was one that made you want to bite part of his brain off.

Although, you had to admit his comments were awfully sweet from the way he phrased them.

“Too basic.” He hums at the first one.

“Colour doesn’t suit you.” He says to another, squinting at you.

“The cutting makes you look fat.”

You gawk at his bluntness as he stares at you, head to toe.

Folding your arms, you let hurt lace your voice as you tell him, “You’re unsatisfiable! What’s so wrong about these?”

Bakugou’s eyes snap to yours, and suddenly all the words you were about to retort die on your tongue. “Don’t get me wrong, you pull them off effortlessly.” Bakugou deadpans with unwavering certainty. “But none of the shitty dresses bring out you,”

He glances around for more gowns as you blink hard, processing his words as warmth rushes to your cheeks.

Oh no. This is bad.

If he continues to tell you things like that, you might start interpreting his words wrongly. The lines between your relationship with him will start blurring, and with everything happening now you can’t afford to be chasing your dreams to be with him. Not now.

“Oi, Sunshine. Try this.” He jolts you out of your reverie just in time before a new, flowy dress gets shoved in your arms.

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner places. How does he know your taste so well?

Gulping, you lock eyes with him again and this time, he’s wearing a smug smirk. “Trust me on this.”

You practically leap back into the dressing room, slamming the door close as you shed the latest dress you tried on that apparently “made you look fat”.

There wasn’t anything else you could do, so you pull the dress over your head and adjust it.

When you deem yourself ready, you flash a glance at the mirror and freeze. Something about it just felt so…right. It was flowy and unrestrictive, comfortable but not baggy.

The ribbon at your midriff cinched your waist gently, giving you comfort but framing your body just right. You do a little twirl, watching with soft eyes as it sways gently around you. This dress was the best.

Let’s just hope that Bakugou thinks the same thing.

You swing the door before you can fully process that sentence because you knew that the second you registered it, you’d never get out of the fitting room.

“Well?” You demand, although it comes out in a soft, doubtful whisper. “What do you think?”

Bakugou’s face is unreadable for a moment, face twisted into it’s signature frown. Your heart hammers in your chest, feelings of giddy happiness fading to uncertainty.

Did he not like it?

You bite your lip nervously, hoping that you didn’t perhaps look weird or fat or—

“Perfect.”

You blink owlishly at his one-word answer, and in front of you, Bakugou’s tough front crumbles.

His piercing red eyes ease as his gaze is gentle on you, lips upturned into a soft, sweet smirk. It isn’t like his coy smiles and deranged grins whenever someone challenged him or when he wins a spar. This one is…calm and relaxed, like freshly made cotton candy.

It takes a couple of seconds for Bakugou to realise that he’s staring with that handsomely entranced face pointed at you, and when he does, he immediately wipes that precious smile off his face and replaces it with a comfortable frown.

“Finally, someone who knows how to make a fucking dress.” He voices, clearing his throat. The rasp doesn’t go away, though. “You’re getting this one. Period.”

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t smile at people, mind you. He grins at his challengers and yells “bring it!” at the top of his lungs, but he has never deemed a single person at U.A. worthy of his smile.

Sure, he’s grinned at Kirishima with prideful smirks while nasty words spew from his lips, feigned happiness while faking smiles that everyone has deemed uncharacteristically attractive, but he’s never smiled at anyone genuinely with the natural tugging of his lips.

That soft, lame, genuine and vulnerable smile is and always will be saved solely for you.

[linkemon]

Red domino (Amajiki Tamaki x Reader)

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"ɪᴛ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ. ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ꜱᴜɴᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ. ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ."

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʙɴʜᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ. 2. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴀ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛꜱ.

[Reader] shifted uncomfortably in her chair, trying to find a good position.

— Stop fidgeting — Mrs. Uwabami admonished her again that day.

She had been pinning up her hair for two hours, furiously adding more pins. She wasn't delicate. She dismissed every protest and mention of pain with a wave of her hand. Her work was accompanied by the quiet hissing of the snakes that resided on the top of her head. It scared [Reader] a little at first but she had nothing to say anyway. No one other than the model would come to help with hair and makeup.

— The corset is too tight — [Reader] complained, trying to loosen the ribbon.

She reached behind her back but quickly realized it was no use. Nejire-chan stopped her fingers before she could do anything.

— You look beautiful, darling. It's worth the suffering — her friend reassured her.

She brought a small mirror and moved a few meters away. They had nothing greater at their disposal. They had to make do with what they had. After all, you can't expect much from a small chapel in the middle of nowhere. The old paint used to paint the frescoes must have been several dozen years old. Just like the shabby doors and benches. Only after thorough cleaning and decoration was it all possible to look at it properly.

The priest, in his kindness, gave them access to a tiny room adjacent to the building. The bride and the groom tried to prepare as best they could but it was not easy. The entire ceremony had to remain a secret. Even the guests arrived at different intervals. The number of heroes was limited to only their closest friends and family. With such recognizable people, it was necessary to appear incognito.

[Reader] stood up, rustling her dress. The white material cascaded down to the ground. She lifted it slightly to look at the shoes. A small heel seemed to be just right but she also took a spare pair. Forewarned is forearmed. She was too far from home for anyone to bring her other shoes.

Delicate pearls decorated the corset, shimmering in the rays of light coming through the small window. She smoothed out the wrinkle on her lace sleeve, smiling slightly. The jewelry went well with the hair accessories. The strands curled slightly, giving the impression that she had more hair than she actually had. Some of them fell freely onto her face. She was afraid of exaggeration but the pro-hero Snake did a great job. She felt like a princess. She had never worn such an ornate outfit before and she tried to remember this moment so that she could enjoy it for a long time.

She obediently sat back down, allowing Uwabami to start applying her makeup. She was no stranger to foundation, powder and mascara but in the current situation she preferred not to interfere. The professional did wonders by applying bronzer, blush and eye shadow. She shaped her face, emphasizing her natural features. Years of modeling experience taught her all the necessary tricks.

The bride stared at the view outside the window. She saw several cars behind the dirty window. Only familiar faces. Everyone packed their clothes into the trunks. They will change on the spot. They'll probably take some time off.

The wedding was getting closer. She realized this as she watched a tiny spider weave a web in the corner of the shutter. It tried its best. Just like her and the heroes. They did everything they could to make sure the ceremony went smoothly. She felt excited but there was also fear deep inside. After all, something can always go wrong. But she told herself it was normal. After all, this was supposed to be one of the most important days of her life. Anyone would experience a bit of stress.

For a moment, she imagined what a normal ceremony would look like. She would probably send out traditional invitations to many guests. She and Tamaki would choose elegant stationery. The eternal question — cream or white? Additionally, a hired orchestra or band. Eventually even a DJ but she would need her own playlist. Everyone would dance until the morning to the accompaniment of music. Counting steps, turns and lots of laughter because she wasn't the best dancer. She would have to learn the choreography of the first dance and not let Amajiki faint from nervousness. Maybe fireworks, confetti or sparklers in the evening to feel the atmosphere. Plus fun for kids like Eri. The little one has never been to a wedding before. There's a lot of food on the tables, a huge cake, and alcohol. Certainly a few drunk characters would provide adequate entertainment. They would laugh about it for a long time.

However, they only had a modest dinner in the company of their closest relatives. They couldn't stay in one place too long. It was too much of a risk. So the big celebration didn't make sense. The little guest house of a nice old lady was decorated as best as possible. So that it can be easily cleaned. The owner promised to take care of dinner and cake. It probably won't be the pinnacle of confectionery skills but Mrs. Shūzenji said it would definitely be tasty. She had known her friend for many years and assured her that her cooking was very good. [Reader] didn't doubt Recovery Girl's words. She owed many things to her. At times she even felt like her daughter. Neither of them had ever said it out loud but they knew it.

The ringing of bells brought her back to reality. She took a deep breath and put the negative thoughts aside. She was never normal. The ceremony will be just like her — imperfect. Which didn't mean it was bad. This is what her lover taught her. No matter how far from perfect she was, he appreciated her for who she was. Even if it was hard for her to see it sometimes.

— [Reader], can we talk for a moment? — Her fiancé's head poked out from behind the door.

— Ahhh! — The bridesmaid almost cut off his nose when she stuffed it back. — Don't you know that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?

— I see her every day anyway — Tamaki tried to reason.

— I finished! — Uwabami ran the fluffy brush over her face one last time.

— Let him in, Nejire-chan — [Reader] laughed.

The two women collected the scattered cosmetics and hairdressing supplies and left. They were loudly discussing the latest trends as they walked away down the hall.

The woman noticed Amajiki shifting nervously from one foot to the other. She knew this behaviour well. He was afraid to ask something. He had matured but there was still some shyness in him. He never completely got rid of it. Even after he officially became a pro-hero.

— Don't tell me you've changed your mind... — she joked.

His usual smile didn't appear on his face and for a moment she was truly terrified that that might be what it was about.

— NO. — He grabbed her hand gently. — I wanted to ask if you had changed your mind. I only care about your safety…— He buried his head in the crook of her neck.

When she met him, he was pressing his forehead against the walls. This was how he dealt with his fears. Now he has found a replacement. She didn't complain.

She felt the fear turn into a pleasant warmth spreading throughout her body. This was the man she was about to become bride of. He always cared about others more than himself.

She was warned that after her wedding, she would sooner or later be on the media's radar. In addition, she will become a potential target of her husband's opponents. There will always be someone who wants to take revenge on the heroes' families. In her situation it will be even more troublesome. After changing her identity, she did everything to hide and blend in with the crowd. Now she will have to try much harder.

— Tamaki — she took his face in her hands — I know you want the best but we made this decision together and I'm not going to back down from it. You should ask yourself if you really want to commit to me. You don't even know what kind of power I hold...

— I don't need to know — he interrupted her emphatically. — This is about your safety.

Being a crown witness meant abandoning one's former life. But she never missed it.

Only two people knew about her gift and it had to stay that way. She promised this when she accepted the police's offer of protection.

— I did a lot of bad things...

It occurred to her that they should wear completely opposite colors. He should wear a white suit and she should wear a black dress. It would fit their situation. Suneater was the most innocent person she had ever met. Definitely more innocent than herself.

— You had no choice. It doesn't change who you are now.

She stroked his cheek, enjoying the moment. Cool, autumn air came from outside the window. The cold gave goosebumps. Dust particles danced in the sunlight. They slowly settled on the old furniture, making the layer even thicker. She could smell the distinctive scent of cologne. She bought it for him for his last birthday. He complained that he couldn't choose a good scent himself.

— Everyone is ready! We are waiting for you! — All Might entered the room. — Oh... I didn't mean to interrupt — he said, clearly confused.

— We aren't doing anything…— the groom began to protest.

— We're going now — [Reader] interrupted.

If she hadn't interrupted them, they would probably have explained everything until the evening and they didn't have that much time.

***

[Reader] checked one last time to make sure everything was in place. She adjusted her long veil, taking a deep breath. Her hands were sweaty from holding the bouquet of roses.

She waited for the melody and the signal to leave.

— You chose well — Toshinori whispered to her.

She knew it. No one else made her as happy as the man standing at the other end of the long carpet. She was glad that Yagi shared her opinion. His opinion was important to her. After all, he was the one who saved her from the mafia a few years ago. He also took care of her afterwards, even though he didn't have to. He gave her a home in the UA dorms and helped her arrange an internship with Recovery Girl. He gave her advice and help. He never left her alone. She couldn't imagine anyone else being able to walk her down the aisle. She was extremely relieved when he agreed.

It took them all of yesterday afternoon to clean up the chapel but it turned out quite well. Compositions of white lilies, lilacs, chamomiles and green leaves cleverly covered the places where the paint barely stuck to the walls. Coloured light passed through the stained glass windows, shimmering in the slight twilight. The tiles were sparkling clean. They looked like dominoes. Exactly as she used to arrange. Of course she was playing with herself. For a long time she had no other toy or company. Locked in her room out of boredom, she composed various compositions. Sometimes she just placed the tiles one after the other and then pushed the one last. Her amusement was watching them fall. Each one led to the next.

She snapped out of her thoughts when All Might offered her his arm.

Everyone was looking towards them.

She nodded towards Eri. A girl in a cute pink dress (Aizawa definitely didn't choose it because he had terrible taste) moved ahead. She was throwing flower petals out from a small basket. She smiled broadly, probably pleased with her important function.

When they were halfway there, [Reader] heard a shot. She turned around, looking for the source of the sound. The woman responsible for the music disappeared. She didn't sing anymore. There was only dead silence all around. Instead of the well-known heroine, someone completely different stood on the balcony. The attacker transformed in front of everyone with a wide smile on her face. She didn't even try to defend herself against arrest. She accomplished what she wanted.

Confusion ensued. The question was who let her in and how best to secure her until the police arrived. Someone called an ambulance. Some commands were shouted but not everything reached the bride.

She dropped the flowers as she ran towards the altar. She tore the veil off her head to be able to see anything. She tripped over her own feet and reached the shot person. Her future husband lay next to the priest. He didn't lift his eyelids or answer. The pool of blood was getting bigger every moment. She squeezed the wound, trying to cover it with her dress. She choked on her own sobs. Through her tears, she could barely see what was happening. She checked his pulse. He was getting weaker every moment. She screamed, trying to make any contact with Tamaki. Unsuccessfully.

Shūzenji arrived a moment later. She knelt down without wasting any time. She tried to heal the patient but [Reader] knew that look. She saw in her eyes what the answer would be before she asked the question.

In that second she realized she only had one thing left. This realization came to her suddenly. She felt determined in the face of despair and fear. Just like what pro-heroes used to say when they talked about their work. As if something slowed down her movements. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. Everything was precise.

— [Reader], you can't…— Mrs. Chiyo felt the words catch in her throat.

The woman was already placing her hands on the wound.

— Tell me — she asked in a calm voice — if I do this, will he survive?"

The old woman nodded, placing her hand on her shoulder. She didn't want to lose her student. Not today and not like this but she understood. As a doctor, she knew the pain of powerlessness and the sight of death. She hated not being able to stop it. Who knows what she would do if she had the choice.

A pale light shone in the semi-darkness of the chapel. All the guests looked at the bride leaning on the altar. Glowing particles floated from her fingers for a moment.

[Reader] remembered what it was like to trade injuries with someone. She often treated mafiosi and thugs for various scratches, bruises and fractures. She took it upon herself, enduring the recovery in silence. But now it was different. The world seemed to shrink to her hands and the blood-stained tiles.

Her whole life fell like dominoes from her childhood. She wondered which one might have been the first.

The moment she was saved? When she met the love of her life? When she agreed to marry him? Or was it much earlier or much later?

She looked at his face one last time, trying to commit it to her memory. Her heroism had abandoned her. If she could, she would scream how much she didn't want to die. But she couldn't get any words out. A moan escaped her lips. She was afraid to leave. Nobody knew what was on the other side. Her body ached as if someone was burning her with live fire. A moment later it became cold. She trembled, trying to hear what Shūzenji was saying to her. However, her voice mixed with the others, creating an indecipherable noise. The eyelids seemed to be mercilessly heavy. She closed it. She just wanted it all to end.

At least she knew which tile was the last one.

First it turned red.

Then black.

And finally white. 

[radiant-reid]

spencer and reader (first time parents) definitely have a "parenting schedule" (aka who gets to do what), probably something like this:

- obviously spencer doesn't like germs, but i do think he'd insist on changing all the diapers, especially if reader is breastfeeding ("you carried her and you have to do every feeding, its only fair!")

- they bath her together until she gets a little older (like 4 months?), then they start to take turns (also im a firm believer baby reid loves bath time, idk why, she just does)

- if its not for a feeding, spencer gets up with her in the middle of the night. if it is for a feeding, obviously thats readers job.

-they take turns putting her down at night and getting her up in the morning

- spencer reads to her all the time, and reader is (mostly) in charge of tummy time (esp if baby doesnt like it, yk spencer wouldn't be able to handle seeing baby upset)

new dad spencer !!!!!!

I do agree that he does more than his fair share of diapers and he becomes quite a pro

he thinks it's adorable when baby reid splashes the water, whether she's in the bath or a pool because he can see her little mind being curious about things around her. and omg he loves washing her hair because it's so soft and so bubbly

i think if there's breastmilk expressed then he'll be up in the night feeding her but he'll always get up to bounce her or read to her if she can't get back to sleep

he takes the morning shift a little bit more than reader, especially if he's been away for a little while. he just loves walking into her room and she's giggling and so happy to see him. and reader's wondering where they are while spencer's getting his early morning cuddles in

he does the most wonderful voices for the character when he's reading !! anything to get her giggling and smiling. naturally, he has the books memorized so he can just show her the pictures

some of my thoughts:

-he feels so bad when she's teething because he hates his baby being in pain and he knows she doesn't have the words to express how sore it is. he'll sit there with her and rub her gums for hours

-he loves carrying her. she's like his little accessory (not in a bad way where he doesn't care about her) and he always wears her in a front carrier so she can see the world

-when she eats solids, he does more of the feeding. idk why, this just makes sense in my head. he thinks it's so cute when she tries a new food and does an adorable little thinking face while she decides whether or not she likes it. sometimes he does end up with puree all over him but it's okay

-he definitely does some humming and borderline signing to her but if anyone asks, it never happens

-along with reader, baby reid is the only person who can get him to abandon his work for the night. if he's at his desk and she crawls over to him, he's gone. there's nothing happening that night but him playing with her

[imtwoburdsbitch]

This is my setup so far!

Things might change in the future but so far, I’m pretty happy with it!

Before anyone says anything I know a lot of the items I got were a bit extra and that cheaper alternatives are available but, this is one “big” tax splurge/birthday present!

I'm going to do my best to keep this up to date as things develop!

Cage/Perches

C&C Outdoor Large Cat Cage Enclosure - 4/5

So far I love this cage! With the set up pictured above, I actually ended up with extra panels to expand further in the future.

This cage offers a lot of versatility and would be great for odd shaped spaces or tight spaces that might require a little bit more creativity!

As far as durability goes, I would say that is pretty average for a C&C cage. With that being said... USE THE ZIP TIES! Or invest in additional wire cage supports or else the first time you move it... it will fall apart!

Pros

Weight - Light weight, easy to move and and tare down!

Price Point - Affordable and way cheaper than traditional bird cages of the same size!

Versatility/Customization - This is a build your own cage set! You can go wild and pretty much do whatever you want!

Add-ons - Because this is a C&C cage there are a lot of options for expansions and a lot of add-ons (ramps, doors, patios, etc) that can be bough!

Cons

Durability - So long as your using extra supports the durability isn't an issues. Without the supports... this is going to fall apart the first time you move it!

Bar Spacing - The bar spacing on this is large! 1.65" (4.1 cm). Because of the bar spacing your going to need to get a 2" Fender Washer in order to attach most standard bird accessories. An easy fix but something to be aware of!

Cleaning - Because this cages relies on joints there are plastic pieces that jut into the cage and run the risk of being pooped on. If they are pooped on... You will have to take apart a large chunk of the cage and remove the joint to clean it... It's a pain in the ass.

Corrugated Plastic Cage Liner Base 3/5

This works just as intended! It keeps what it needs to in and what it needs to out! It can be laid flat, and folded for storage if need be.

Pros

It works! Keeps poop and seed inside!

Cleaning - Easy to wipe down and poop doesn't seem to stick to the surface! Water and weatherproof is also a plus!

Cons

Price Point - I, admittedly, did not do my research before purchasing this base! This could have easily been made for about half the price from a local hardware or craft store with a sheet of Corrugated Plastic and either some hot glue or, if I wanted to get fancy, some Plastic Chicago Screws.

Cleaning - While the outside is easy enough to clean, corrugated plastic is hallow-ish on the insides and is IMPOSSIBLE to clean! To avoid dust build up you can use a length Rubber Edge Trim along the top! Make sure you check the with of your Corrugated Plastic before buying any trim.

Perch 4/5

It's a perch, it do what it do. Nothing super exciting.

Pros

It works as intended!

Cons

The shorter perch was NOT pink, lol. Not important to most people but it is important to notes that its defiantly more orange.

Lining/Hammock - 5/5 (I'm bias because I made them, lol!

The lining is simply two pieces of Anti-Pill Plush Fleece sewn to size! Anit-pill fleece is stain resistant, easy to clean and soft to the touch!

Pros

Price Point - Much cheaper then pre-made linings!

Reusable - Simply wash and reuse! No reoccurring monthly expense for something like puppy pads!

Customizable - Make them any color or all the colors!

Easy to Make - For real! Sewing a full bottom lining takes me about 30 mins from start to finish! If sewing isn't your think you could do it tie blanket style or simply cut a piece of fabric to size and call it good!

Food/Water

3 in 1 Cat Bowl - 5/5

I love this this feeder! Not only is it super cute but, it allows you to lock the bowls in place, preventing them form moving. The angled sides of the bowl also really help to keep seed where it should be! This is super easy to clean and the fact that it has two bowls and a gravity feed water dispenser makes it perfect for pigeons!

Pros

One stop shop - because of the two bowls and the separate water dish this works great for offering see, grit and water all separate!

Bowl Position - This feeder has a star shaped grid in the bottom that allows you to change the position of the bowls. This allows you to turn the bowl so the raised edge is facing the water dish preventing water from getting into your grit and feed!

Cons

Seeds under bowl - Because the bottom of the bowl holder is open if there are seeds under it the bowl becomes difficult to lock into place. Not a big deal but it can be annoying to deal with!

Water riser - The water dish has a white, circle riser that is open in the center. It's not a huge deal, Mango got use to it after his second attempt, and it's totally removable!

Toys/Enrichment

I'll make this part short and sweet, lol!

Mango doesn't care at all about anything but his Brick. Bitches love bricks.

10 PC Cat Toy set

Mirror

Doughnut Dog Toy

Cake Foraging Toy

Snuffle Mat

Brick

Nesting Pink Bed

Crinkle Paper

Paper Straws

Hay Feeder

[xx-4d4msf4m1ly-xx]

Exorcist(sona) Scourge

Reason for Exorcist name: Scourge can reference an instrument of punishment, vengefulness (envy is my top sin), am a Warrior cats fan myself, & Scourge is part of my main online alias Other aliases: Mortis, Leere, Ravenshadow (Warrior cats), Sithro Zekavi (Homestuck), Enigmapsyche Shadowfang (again Homestuck), Scourge of Shadows (full alias), & Void Cryptid Gender: Fluid (mostly he/they) Age: Young Adult (21+) Birthday: 10/28 Height: Ranges between 5'7-5'10 (usually perceived as 5'8 or 5'9 tho) Skills: - Unpredictability (sometimes) - Digital artist - Fast-learner - High Stamina (pain tolerance is at least 7 or 8/10) - Martial Arts (mainly long-ranged) - Morbid & random knowledge - Tactical & strategic in Exterminations - Creativity Likes: - Bitter alcohol - Tea, coffee, & various kinds of energy drinks - Red colored drinks (I'm a Marceline lol) - Dark chocolate - Spicy foods - Random researching - fAnDoMs (well...some of them...) - Dark animes, shows, films, & novels - Merging foods & beverages - Drinking sinner blud - Goth/Emo/Punk/Grunge/Metal/Screamo/Deathstep music (I tend to listen to other genres too) - Drawing fanart & ocs - Warrior cat fancomics - Theorizing on my hyperfixations - Cosplay - Goth aesthetic - Actually being understood - Dark humor - Collecting blades (they're just really neat) - RATS!!! (I also love cats, ravens, crows, pigeons, axolotls, snakes, bats, sharks, eels, certain dog breeds, wolves, owls, & quite a few other animal species) - Spiked & studded accessories - Open-minded, wise, & intelligent people - Interacting with people who share similar tastes - Challenging battles & torturing sinners who deserve slow deaths - Mind Games Dislikes: - Judgmental & narrow-minded people - Every mistake I made in my life - Hurting others on accident - How socially inept I am - My own obnoxiousness - Being marginalized - Not improving myself enough - Pro-Genocide, Pro-Lifers, anti-LGBTQIA+, P3D0S & any other nasty predator of some kind, EXTREME & obnoxious critics, ableists, etc. - A certain someone who gave me PTSD (DM me for more info, but I'm only more open to those who aren't strangers) - Too much work at once - Disorganized areas (I'm a germophobe) - Climate Change (fr can't we treat the planet better?) - Arguments - Close people betraying me - Corrupt Seraphim (Adina, Lutualverse Sera, etc.) - Where one of my scars came from... - Antifurs - Sinner redemption being rejected deranged folk who believe sinners can redeem themselves into Heaven - Forgetting details (I'm forgetful unfortunately) - Misunderstandings that lead to unnecessary harm Personality: - Eccentric - Ambivert - Can be loud or quiet (no in-between) - Melodramatic - Sadistic - Empathetic - Tries to be patient - Determined - Somewhat ambitious - Envious af - Pushover - Obnoxious - Neurotic - Pessimistic - Both selfish & selfless - Talkative - Self-loathing - Eager for self-improvement - Kinda a neat freak - Studious - Envious - True Neutral (alignment) - Bloodthirsty AF (I can manage it tho) - Caring to those I'm fond of THIS IS NOT A CHARACTER, IT IS A FANDOM SONA LMFAO

[murfeelee]

which is easier to convert to sims3? ts4 or ts2?

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Lesson #6B: INTRO TO GAME EXTRACTING -- TS2 vs TS4

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Quick Tid-Bits about TS2 vs TS4

IMO they are both equal in terms of ease/difficulty, because TS2 & TS4 have faaaar more in common with each other than either does with TS3--primarily:

their lack of CASt (which makes creating custom Multipliers, RGB Masks and Overlays for recolorable items a PAIN IN THE BUTT but a 100% necessary evil)

and the way UV Maps are squished together in stupid ways in 2/4, rather than having things like bottoms or accessories separated with their own UVs like in 3.

Poly count is another issue. By default, TS2 uses lower polys than TS3 and TS4, which sometimes is not that great for using Maxis Match assets in TS3 like hair--

And I literally cannot abide by the clayfied hairs in TS4--unless it's dreads, braids or other styles that can get away with lower polys if the texture's good.

But as for custom content, not EA's assets, omg the TS4 CC community has literally become the worst with poly counts. The poly cap in TS3 is usually 30000, and even that's not something you want tons of in your game. But jfc the polys in TS4 CC are out of control.

Usually Blender's Decimate Modifier can help clean up the unnecessary polys, but when a mesh is 100k and you're trying to get it under 30k, often that tends to eff up the mesh and require fixing split seams and gaps in the mesh and all kinds of extra hassle that I just DO NOT like dealing with. So keep that in mind.

Speaking of Blender....

The programs for extracting TS2/4 assets are both "easy" once you get used to them, but for user friendliness I really like TS4's Sims 4 Studio (you need Blender to extract the .obj mesh, but it's free so it's fine).

I like GUIs with big buttons and icons/thumbnails that don't make me feel intimidated, so for me TS2's SimPE has a bit too much text.

Like, the Texture Image (TXTR) is the texture, sure, but how would I know the Geometric Data Container (GMDC) is the mesh (without reading the tutorials, of course)?

I like having everything just clear and up-front so I don't have have to think too much.

So yeah, I think there are pros and cons to both TS2 & TS4, but they're both equally similar to tackle.

[wightspider07]

Lista de CCs mostradas no vídeo:

Nesurii - Agave (Skin Default) Lamatisse - Rose Water | Fresco | Mercuria Kijiko - Eyebrows Texture Overhaul Version2 Praline - DIY Eyes Ice-creamforbreakfest - Pearly Whites V.2 Default Replacement Teeth Yooniesim - Imperfection Teeth | Baby Monster Teeth | Growing Pains Child Teeth | Teeny Teef Infant Teeth Lamatisse - Bare | Lore (Skintones) Miiko - Eyebrow Slider Luumia - Ear Slider Magic-Bot Sliders - Eyebrow | Chin | Nose | Mouth | Boobs Pirumxsim - Belly Slider Female | Male CmarNYC - Butt Slider Magic-Bot - Feet Ellcrze - Ultimate Default Replacements

Pixiidis - About Face Miiko - Face Kit Miiko - Wrinkles Kijiko - Lashes Twistedcat - Lashes 01 |02 Praline - Maple Sims3melancholic - Freckles PeachyFaerie - 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 Blush 01 Recolor | 02 Cosimetic - Contour N20 Nesurii - Little Details Sunivaa - Female | Male Praline - Color Tint Tougue Simbience - 01 | 02 Kiwitrait - Mini Moles Ayoshi Vitiligo Oneric Vitiligo Praline - Syrup Hairlines 01 | 02 EyeBags 01 | 02 | 03 EyeLids 01 | 02 Nesurii - Definition Overlay Sims3melancholic - Hightlights (O que uso não está nessa lista, está aqui) Nesurii - Opal | Topaz Real Lips

thepancake1 and MizoreYukii - Color Sliders for Hair, Clothes, & Accessories

Também sou criadora de poses pro The Sims 4, deem uma olhada no meu Patreon

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

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I wish I never listened to the medical and psychiatric community when they told me it was possible to change my sex. What a lie. Very dangerous and unethical. Sex reassignment surgery is a hit and miss type of surgery, but they don't tell you that. They never do. And maybe if I didn't have autism, maybe if my brain wasn't so defective, I would have caught on before it was too late. I wish there was a cure for autism, but that's unlikely. It's endless suffering on top of even more suffering. I also wish voluntary euthanasia was legal. My death, likely painful, has proven that ethics are not universal and are otherwise non-existent.

No one is truly there for me. There's no need to pretend. I have a gaping hole in my genital area with my colon spilling out (disgusting) and a ring of scar tissue blocking most of the entrance. If the colon can't discharge, that leaves it with severe blockage, which then could turn (and likely expected) into blood clots, followed by death. I've already reached the stage of blockage.

What hurts me the most is the loneliness and the inability to find a partner. I can't have a normal sex life. I'm a loser and I probably deserve this deception. This is what I get for messing with nature. Mankind is destructive and I self-destructed. I just wanted friendship and love. I wanted life to be easier. I wanted to be a woman since I was 15. I wish I had the knowledge that I have today. I was a confused kid with no identity. I wish I could have done everything different, but it's too late now. I'm royally screwed.

Dr. Thomas Satterwhite and Dr. Maurice Garcia, both in California and who are my original surgeons, have basically killed me. With accessory to my death is Dr. Miroslav Djordjevic, Dr. Rajveer Purohit, Dr. Rachel Bluebond-Langner, and Dr. Jess Ting, who all refused to help me despite having letters by 1 psychiatrist and 2 Clinical Social Workers recommending reversal surgery and my detransitioning. My last wish is for the State of California and State of New York to press mutilation and criminal charges against these monsters, but they won't because people like me don't matter. There will be no accountability since malpractice is impossible to prove, especially with no lawyers willing to help me. There will be more victims of the false promises of changing your body into someone you can never be.

The Transgender Ideology and its lies, along with the pro-gay media, medical and psychiatric community, have killed me. The feminization of America will continue to produce outcomes like mine. It wasn't my fault for failing. Everyone failed me, my death shouldn't surprise anyone.

I hope they're all happy now. They've doomed me to choose between a life of suffering and death. No one cares enough to help me, they want me to wake up in pain everyday and suffer. No pain medication, no surgery, no empathy, and no pleasure.

I hope to be remembered in positive light, but no doubt I'll be labeled mentally ill and a fool. I've always meant well. It was my kindness and trusting at face value that screwed me (like always).

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Yarden's pleas for help, ignored by the medical institutions that did this to him in the first place, can still be found on his Yelp profile [archive].