#being a tree would be cool but i'm pretty sentimental

[mrs-hatake]

So~ I saw ur lad boys requests were open 👀🍵 and I was wondering if I could request their reaction if you were wearing a mini skirt and it accidentally rides up

a/n: sorry i'm late, anon! i hope you like it ^-^

Sylus:

April showers bring May flowers. As well as cool and sunny days. When one can finally shed off their thick winter coats and slip into something lighter, more colorful and maybe top it off by wearing a cropped jacket.

Y/N is strolling down the streets of Linkon, accompanied by children’s laughter and much needed heat after the long winter season. She doesn’t always spend her day off downtown, choosing to be lazy at home and recharge. But seeing how lovely the weather has gotten, she finds herself out of her pajamas and into a cute white knit top and black mini skirt. 

She doesn’t do much downtown; window shops for about an hour, grabs a late breakfast and stops by a flower shop.  When she enters the park to rest under a large tree with its leaves acting as an umbrella to shield her from the scorching noon sun, she spots an ice-cream truck. 

Happily eating her ice-cream, Y/N doesn’t notice a couple of boys chasing each other on their bikes. They rush past her, kicking dirt in their path and sending a strong gust of wind Y/N’s way. 

“Watch it!” Y/N yells after them, grumbling at how reckless kids are getting with each passing year. 

“Nice view.” Comes a comment, along with a satisfied whistle. 

Y/N turns, anger burning in her eyes and a stern talking to on her when she is met with a familiar handsome face, “Sylus?” She asks, her head tilting to the side. 

“In the flesh.” The man in question is sitting on a bench not too far from where the ice-cream truck is, a book between his large hands.

“What are you doing here-” Y/N cuts herself off when realization dawned on her that Sylus had seen her pale yellow underwear when those stupid boys zoomed by in their bikes, hiking up her mini skirt. 

A pretty blush dusts her cheeks and Y/N quickly averts her gaze from Sylus’ amused reds. 

Zayne:

Linkon’s Public Library is one of the city's most prominent buildings despite libraries being an outdated concept. After all, thanks to modern technology, everything is now digitized and an individual can gain access to billions of doors of information with a simple tap of their smart wrist watch.

Still, despite such conveniences, many still seek the warm embraces of a library. A place that feels familiar, as if reuniting with a relative after years apart. Even someone who has never been in a library before, can share this sentimentality. The aroma of book pages and the feel of the leather on the tip of the fingers, no modern device can replicate such sensations.

It’s why Y/N is spending her lunch break at the library instead of being at the cafeteria, eating and catching up with her colleagues. Although she loves them and would die for them, sometimes she needs a break.

And one of her favorite hobbies is picking up a book from the library and reading about previous generations, decades and centuries and their lifestyle.

She’s currently in the 21st century section, scanning the titles of various books when one at the very top catches her eyes; Surviving Quarantine and Covid-19. 

Y/N reaches up to grab it but the shelf is way too high for her to reach. Even when she stands on her tiptop, Y/N’s fingers still struggle to graze the book. She stretches and stretches to no avail. She tries to jump but that doesn’t help her wrap her fingers around the thick book. 

Just as Y/N tries to stand on the ledge of the book case to give her an extra boost, warmth engulfs her and an arm appears in her line of vision. Y/N is caught in a daze as a smooth looking hand easily grabs the book and pulls it out of the row of books. 

Following the arm, Y/N is pleased to see her doctor, “Zayne!”

Zayne isn’t someone who can show emotion on his handsome and youthful face but he has been trying as a small smile tugs the corner of his lips. 

“You should be more careful,” Zayne says as a form of greeting, “Your skirt was riding up. You never know who might be watching.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Y/N takes away the book, “Will do.” she chuckles awkwardly, unaware of the way Zayne’s gaze darts to her hips and back to her eyes. 

Zayne will take this to his grave but he was spending the past ten minutes watching Y/N trying to grab the book. Every time her skirt hitched, Zayne leaned further, nearly falling off of his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of Y/N’s underwear. And he would’ve been successful if he didn’t hear people making their way to where they are. After all, only Zayne is allowed to watch such a mouthwatering sight. 

Caleb:

Finally…Finally, after six long months, Y/N wakes up with excitement buzzing through her veins and heart thundering wildly. Today’s the day Caleb is coming home after his training program. 

She spends an hour and a half in her bathroom; washing her hair with jasmine scented shampoo and rubs honeydew scrub on her limbs and abdomen, shaves all the tiny hairs littered across her body and curls her hair just the way Caleb likes it. 

Y/N then spends another hour trying to choose the perfect outfit to greet Caleb home.

After three mountains of clothes pile up in her room, Y/N decides to wear a white off shoulder top with a matching mini skirt.

Just as Y/N is doing her makeup, she hears a car door slamming from outside her window. Eyes widened in alarm, she rushes to her window where she spots Caleb leaning into the window of the electric yellow cab. 

Oh, no! He’s home early!

As if on maximum speed, Y/N spreads peach colored lip gloss across her lips and pats a thin layer of powdered blush on her cheeks in less than twenty seconds. She takes the stairs by two and is out the door just as Caleb is waving off the taxi driver.

“Gege!”

Caleb turns at the sweet call of his meimei, her cute nickname at the ready when it dies on his tongue. 

Everything around him slows. The sounds become muted and his surroundings fade away into a blur. Except for Y/N who shines like the morning sun. 

She is running towards Caleb but at the same time, curls bouncing in tune with her breasts and her skirt swaying with the breeze. 

Every time Y/N comes down from the stone stairs of the entry path of their grandmother’s home, Caleb’s blessed with the sight of Y/N’s cute lace pink underwear.

How Caleb wishes he’s wearing his video recording lenses right now. He doesn’t ever want to forget this heavenly sight.

“Gege!” Y/N calls again before jumping into Caleb’s eager and greedy arms.

“I’ve missed you!” She smiles up at him, “Did you miss me too?” she pouts at him and it takes all of Caleb’s will power not to kiss her. 

“Y-Yeah…” Caleb clears his throat, hides his face in her hair and inhales her scent–jasmine and honeydew– to calm himself down, “I’ve missed you too.”

Pleased with his answer, Y/N beams at him, pretty eyes glowing with delight like the night stars. 

Y/N leans into the hug, unaware of how her warmth sends a thrill down her spine, how his heart is beating so loud he’s scared she might hear it. Heat pools Caleb’s in his stomach, a familiar sensation that he had tried not to chase after so he gently, albeit regretfully, pushes Y/N away.

Before she can pout at him–pretty eyes filled with unshed tears– and send Caleb into a frenzy, he rushes to say, “I got you a present!”

Grateful for the distraction, Caleb guides Y/N to their grandmother’s house. As much as he wants Y/N, wants her for himself, it’s not the time…yet.

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss' San Francisco Spots

Darren Criss loves sharing music and places with a sentimental meaning. The award-winning actor and singer takes a trip down memory lane and shares all of his favorite places in his hometown, plus he curated some spots he's loving right now.

Amoeba Music I’m probably the last generation of people growing up going to record stores and buying albums. Amoeba was such a fun place to go to. It was like an exclamation point on my hang-out day in the Haight. I loved going there, checking out albums, and listening to as many as possible. You could scan the bar codes and check out the music. There were always a lot of great artists coming through. It was a cool place to hang out, being around music and record people."

Wasteland "Haight-Ashbury has all these great vintage stores. I really got into vintage clothing when I was a teenager. I remember I bought some bell bottoms here that I thought were really cool. I used to wear those at school, and I was like, 'Man, I'm so hip.' I love Wasteland."

The Alembic "This spot opened after I left San Francisco, but when I go back to the Haight, I love to stop by here. As a cocktail bar owner, I’m pretty choosy about cocktail menus, but they have a great one. I pay a visit every time I’m in town."

Golden Gate Park "Golden Gate Park is very dear to me. I’ve enjoyed going there recently as Outside Lands is now a fixture of the city. I loved going to the park for runs. I had soccer games and practice there, too. I’ve just had a lot of fun here walking around all times of the year. I love when it’s foggy and cold, and you have to dress up warm for a walk. I have a Pavlovian reaction when I smell the eucalyptus trees in the park. I have a very strong connection to the place."

Japanese Tea Garden "One place in particular that I’ve always loved in Golden Gate Park is the Japanese Tea Garden. My wife and I are big Japanese culture fans. We taught ourselves to read, write, and speak Japanese during the pandemic, so it’s a big part of our life. I’m a fan of Japanese gardens, and I’m a big tea drinker, so it checks all the boxes for me. It’s a beautifully curated, traditional Japanese garden. It’s a peaceful place to have a contemplative moment in the park."

Marina Green "When I was younger, we lived in the Marina, and I spent a lot of time with my parents at Marina Green—going for runs and doing stuff with my dad. My dad was a big runner. He always loved it there."

Crissy Field Center "Crissy Field is a special place to me. I used to ride my bike here. In fact, it’s where I learned how to ride a bike. This park was fun for us because, obviously, our last name is Criss. So it became ‘Hey, this is our field,’ where we could ride our bikes. It’s an old abandoned landing strip for planes. They’ve transformed it into this really beautiful nature reserve in the past twenty years. A lot of the natural wildlife is coming back to the area, and it has completely been revitalized."

Bourbon & Branch "I recently did the Hedwig and The Angry Inch musical on Broadway, and then I did its tour. I first got into the musical when I was growing up in San Francisco, so I would be remiss not to do it in my hometown. We were stationed at the Golden Gate Theatre in the Tenderloin, and there’s a cocktail bar close by that I’m particularly fond of. You can have a quiet drink there. It’s especially nice after a show when I don’t want to use my voice too much. It’s my idea of the perfect cocktail club."

CreoLa "CREOLA is another newer spot I’m very fond of. It’s a great cajun, New Orleans–style seafood restaurant. My wife and I got married in New Orleans, and we love that city. I just stumbled onto this place when I went here for Sunday brunch. They had a lovely dixie jazz combo playing, which was such a nice treat. I had a delicious crab benedict here—one of the best I’ve ever had."

The Music Store "My brother and I grew up getting a lot of music from The Music Store. We were really into bluegrass. My brother is a banjo player, and we’d go see a lot of local folk and bluegrass bands there. Shelby was the guy that ran the store, and I was always fond of him. You know, even at that point, I realized that having a mom-and-pop record store was special. I hope it can live on forever."

Great American Music Hall "Every Sunday, I’d check the datebook in the SF Chronicle and look for great shows to go to when I was growing up. I saw one of my first concerts at the Great American Music Hall. I saw Phantom Planet open for American Hi-Fi there. I must have been 14 or 15 years old. Phantom Planet is a band that I've continued to love throughout my life. I even ended up playing with them, so the Great American Music Hall has a special place in my heart."

Stonestown Galleria "I spent a lot of time here, particularly during the holidays because that's where I did all my last-minute Christmas shopping. I went to Good Guys for electronics, cool walkmans, portable CD players, and Tower Records to look at records and buy cool stuff there. The mall was a one-stop-shop for my brother and me during the holidays. And, we'd go to the food court, get a hot dog on a stick, and go see a movie."

Seniore's Pizza "San Francisco is not a party city. It can be hard to find late-night eats. The only place that you can get a pizza after a night out somewhere is Seniore’s Pizza. It’s a place where you can find a bunch of young kids trying to squeeze in a pizza right before the whole city closes. It’s definitely a fixture for local San Francisco kids."

Submarine Center "Submarine Center is hallowed, sacred ground. It’s in the ‘last meal’ kind of category for me. The sheer ecstasy that I have going into that little room and having one of the best sandwiches in the world is something that I do wish upon everybody in the world. Whatever sandwich you pick from the menu, it's going to be delicious. Submarine Center is a big leading player in the show of my life."

Philosophers Club "If you want to live like a West Portal or Sunset kid, you hit up this dive bar next to Submarine Center. But if you’re one of the homies, you’d call it the Philly Club. So if you ever want to get a sandwich and hit the Philly club, tell 'em Darren sent you!"

[r8kirani]

thinking about how when I was a kid and played harvest moon games and iou know how there's like bachelors and bachelorettes and shit right. anyways yeah I'm thinking back to when I was a kid playing tree of tranquility and I was like debating in my head all the like male candidates just deciding based on pure like, frivolous details like Oh he likes this he likes that idk because I mean i didn't really care about any of them past that but I still wanted to romance Somebody bc I was like idk 8? maybe older? pure sentimental love was just really on the mind. and I eventually decided Toby because idk he's a nature lover that's cool I like nature too. and he's super easy you just need to give him fish and he fucking loves it (eventually became a pattern for me see: Elliot stardew and Dylas RF4). but like in the middle of that I was always thinking about this girl in the game named Renee who was a farm girl that liked animals and how much I wanted to get closer to her, so I would try! I did try with gifts and stuff. and I thought she was really pretty and I wished we could be capable of being "best friends" in the game but wasn't sure of what that meant or what I wanted from her exactly. I thought maybe I wanted to be her. because like I was also a girl who really liked animals a lot. but then one day while trying to visit toby I witnessed a heart event between him and her and learned that apparently the more you befriend a bachelor your same gender the more they will grow close to a different bachelor and marry them? like rivals. and hers just happened to be toby too. and in that moment I felt like, some weird mixture of feelings, maybe jealousy? or irritation? because I chose toby first. I didn't think she should marry him. I didn't think she should marry anybody actually. So I stopped talking to her completely. I would see her every now and then and some part of me wanted to really interact with her but I felt too much fear and maybe a bit of hatred for her. anyways Toby and I got married in the game. I still didn't talk to her even if it was safe now. Marriage was cool but even as a stupid kid I Eventually got sick of Toby's lovey dove dialogue. I still played on a lot though cos I was hoping for my character to get a baby soon. I'd eye the way the tobyrenee baby looked like on the wiki sometimes. we never did though! and then I grew up from the Wii. anyways that's my story

[nevertheless-moving]

Headcanons for Ladrian children!

Maxillium (waxillium. Who let you flip the first letter of your name upside down. Why.): grows up to be something of a 'gentleman miscreant.' Even at the time, Steris and Wax knew that hiring a pickpocketing tutor for their noble firstborn son was a bad idea, but Max had pleaded that Uncle Wayne had promised him lessons when he grew up. And...well...Wayne would have, no matter how much they tried to stop him...anyway. Sentimentality won the day. Mistakes were made.

Despite his deliberate and consistent flouting of propriety, he's still almost universally well liked. Genuinely charismatic. Doesn't put his foot in his mouth. Smart without being considered mean or dull.

His parents have no idea where he gets it from.

People think he must be a soother but his actual allomantic power is generally considered useless. I'm leaning towards gold auger for true self confidence brought about by super powered self reflection. A+ use of C- skill.

Adrenalin junkie. Likes fast cars. Very fast cars. Only one of the kids who remembers Uncle Wayne, though they all get stories.

...

Tindwyl: somehow oldest, middle, and youngest child syndrome. Wax and Steris reign things in a bit after they realize they've inadvertently been raising their firstborn to become a highly effective career criminal. I'm not saying they're bad parents, they really do care, listen, and adjust. But they're imperfect people and the clash of personalities is the hardest on her.

Hmm twinborn, but still insecure about it, so it's gotta be one of the less flashy combos. Bronze or cadmium compounding, making her very good at either not sleeping, or surviving indefinitely at the bottom of the ocean awaiting rescue after her boat sinks, neither of which is immediately useful ... i mean the sleep thing is pretty cool but might cause some internal issues..

Similar to her parents in the more neurotic ways. Her father's eye twitch, her mother's anxiety. But not much inclination towards the more heroic arts, something her parents love, glad they raise one child unlikely to die in a fire, but she feels ashamed of. No fascination with danger, except in the deeply abstract. She tends to fixate on novels, not disaster planning or solving murders.

Gets motion sick :/ When Wax tries to take her for 'rides' she's giggling until she suddenly pukes without warning, and then she's crying. Wax feels guilty forever about this, but she insists on trying again every so often throughout her childhood.

Oh! Heavily involved in the allomancer jak fan community, first as a joke, but eventually she gets into it despite herself. She delights in discussing his stories around the dinner table and watching her father grit his teeth. I mean, comparing them with her father's own tales - which claims are really less likely, once you break things down, piece by piece -

...

Third child: I don't know their gender! I don't even know their name! But I do know that they're going to be the first natural born mistborn in over three hundred years, and it's going to cause soooo much chaos.

Lotsa religious nuts following to school. Lotta kidnapping attempts. They catch dad yelling at death, no wait, false alarm, hes just yelling at death to pass a message to God, because he doesn't want to talk to God directly. Cool, cool. Something about wanting a promise that that 'they wouldn't be made a sword'

They seem to most consistently run into ladrian luck - things explode around them, they say the exact wrong thing to the exact wrong person. If there's a murderer loose, they end up in the same tree house, if there's a lion escaped from the zoo, it steals their lunch. Assigned protagonist by the narrative, despite the adults in her life genuine and consistent efforts to intervene.

Mixed feelings about it.

Generally Max bails them out of the social faux pas, but, much to tindwyls annoyance, when worst comes to worst they can fall back on the 'mistborn aura' growing 'mysteriously grave' and then jump out an airship window. Mildly jealous of Tindwyl because when she gets lost in the city she doesn't accidentally discover a cult, or get adopted by a circus troupe, or , anyway. If they also get a ferrochemical power people are going to lose. their. shit.

Snaps (I believe snapping is gentler in era 2, but still) way too young during their first kidnapping attempt, possibly same time as/ before older siblings. All kidnapped together?

Please Imagine Max age 12, breaking Tindwyl, age 9, and Misty age 6 out of their cells (of course he pickpocketed the keys from the guards). They all down a full spectrum vial, which of course they all carry in a secret aluminum lined pocket for LITERALLY this EXACT traumatic event because their mother is Steris. Max gets nothing (would gold even be in the vial?), tindwyl is a seeker or cadmium burner.

Cue ridiculously OP six year old bendalloying past the guards, pewter punching their way out... Max takes more than a few hits for them when they accidentally iron pull some loose nails at themselves... it's not pretty, but they do escape and the media goes absolutely bananas.

Please, please imagine tiny child carrying two medium sized childs, and jumping out a window. They're very carefully arranged, Tindwyl clinging to Max's shoulder, Max on Misty's, feeling absolutely ridiculous. Misty breaks the window - Max yelling steel push directions as they just need to get to the next building - Tindwyl yelling, ok they're all yelling now as Misty loses balance -

Ooh Wait if Tindwyl can cadmium create slow time then she burns that as they're falling, so it's extra terrifying from all their perspective, but to other people's view they're just hanging there, dropping very, very slowly. Either way-oh thank the Survivor, Dad's here now, catching them.

Some of this is caught on evanotype. Like I said - absolute media storm.

...

Fourth child: An accident and everybody knows it. The other three are mortified to discover that their parents are still having sex. Steris is mostly bemused that the one (1) time she said 'it'll probably be fine' instead of immediately drinking moon tea after the sheepskin broke, she gets pregnant. Wax is concerned for her health, but after a scare or two, it all goes fairly smoothly.

A good 15, 20 years younger than the rest and maybe a little isolated because of it, doesn't feel like she has the same sibling relationship the other three do, though they all adore her and compete relentlessly for 'best big sibling.'

Cool twinborn combo??? Like pewter allo and gold ferro for super healing. Or zinc super speed, because that's honestly excellent by itself.

Or no powers, because angst and also being underestimated and getting really competent at tech or whatnot. Possibly allomantic status is less important as time passes, and she actually doesnt really have as much issue with it as people assume she will. Infiltrates and takes down some shady hemalurgic group due to the misperception.

Only one of the children to go into law, but ends up more secret agent/spy genre then western/action hero.

Regardless, while Max is effortlessly charming, she's effortlessly cool. The middle children, and possibly parents, are amazed and maybe slightly jealous, though dad insists he used to be cool, honest-

[pillowfriends]

The Shadow Rising new reader thoughts: chapters 31-35

(Full disclosure: as I write these, I am on chapter 42. I got way behind in writing up my reactions)

Chapter 31: Assurances

Alanna is a bit scary. Her talk about forcing a bond on the ta'veren boys was... uh... concerning. Verin remains my favorite Aes Sedai after Moiraine, and probably my favorite side character overall. She's so quietly sassy. "An easy manner?" Verin said, blinking. "Moiraine? I never noticed." I love her so much. RIP Owein aka Maksim.

The conversations between Perrin, Tam and Abell were nice. Wholesome dad behavior.

Fucking Whitecloaks again. Also I JUST learned that Padan Fain merged his soul with the Shadar Logoth guy. IN BOOK ONE. Who was going to tell me this???? I had to get it explained and I still don't really understand, but oh well.

Chapter 32: Questions to Be Asked

I have approximately zero thoughts about this chapter. I just don't find the Two Rivers reunions all that compelling. It's funny that Perrin still isn't suspicious of Faile's backstory even though the narrative has a blinking neon sign going "SHE'S SECRETLY A NOBLE."

Chapter 33: A New Weave in the Pattern

Lord Luc is 1) tall and 2) has red hair. Who does that sound like? RAND. I really can't be bothered to figure out that family tree, though. The book will tell me when it tells me.

Intrigue! Verin says to watch out for Alanna... I think there's at least a 30% chance Alanna tries to force-bond Perrin by the end of this book. I hope that doesn't happen because I like Alanna but at this point the possibility has been mentioned too many times for it to be nothing.

Every time I read the name Lewin, my brain just goes to Lews Therin and it's extremely unhelpful.

Chapter 34: He Who Comes with the Dawn

"Mat was a great complainer at small discomforts..." This is the most I've ever related to Mat. "Great complainer at small discomforts" should be my tagline.

This chapter actually fucks hard. The description of Rand's dragon tattoos was badass, and we got a lot of exposition on Rand's biological parents. Shaiel is a cool name for a cool woman, and I'm pretty sure Janduin was ta'veren.

MOIRAINE LAN CONTENT - Lan being worried for Moiraine in the arches, and then running down to scoop her up as soon as she came back! We got three whole paragraphs, I'm living. [Also then I read this missing scene fanfiction by that's very good.]

Chapter 35: Sharp Lessons

This chapter title is so good. Also Egwene seeing Elayne shirtless in Tel'aran'rhiod is very sapphic.

I want to slap Egwene at the end of this chapter. She's like "Oh, Moiraine looks upset from what happened in Rhuidean, I should check on her." Then when she checks on her and Moiraine spouts some frankly concerning sentiments about the Pattern and her life, Egwene is like "Wow what a bitch."

“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and we are only the thread of the Pattern. I have given my life to finding the Dragon Reborn, finding Rand, and seeing him ready to face the Last Battle. I will see that done, whatever it requires. Nothing and no one can be more important than that.” Shivering despite her sweat, Egwene closed her eyes. The Aes Sedai did not want comforting. She was a lump of ice, not a woman.

This is fascinating because what Egwene hears is that Moiraine would sacrifice anything to help the Dragon's cause, but she completely skips over hearing that Moiraine has already sacrificed her entire life and everything she holds dear. This happens again and again with different characters and I feel feral every time I think about it. But I'm always feral about Moiraine so what else is new.

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[admiringtheskies]

okay wait, don't kill me y'all but hot take: this one seems genuinely a lot more fixable than a lot of the other mcmansions i've seen @mcmansionhell post? like i feel like most of the ones i've seen have been such beige nightmares, but this one i feel like could be aesthetically transformed quite well, actually. here's what i would do:

(tbc i'm talking purely about aesthetics here, yes i am aware that the inherent wastefulness of a mcmansion property like this would still be there but idk i feel like this one actually had a chance at being genuinely pretty so now i want to make it happen)

okay, so the shapes going on here are definitely ridiculous, but literally any landscaping at all would immediately make this look ten times more normal. those places where the grass curves into the asphalt are the perfect places to put flowerbeds or trees or whatever tf you want that's not just monoculture grass, and then adding a pool and a garden on the back would at least give the already deforested/ecologically destroyed space some utility — bonus points for making the garden either a fruit/vegetable garden, or a space for specifically native-to-the-area flowering plants. assuming you want to use this place as a big-ass family home, use the soul patch by planting the sapling of some kind of big tree that would be suited to the local climate right in the middle as a focal point that'll grow in over time and it's like a sentimental living growing heirloom (idk if this is feasible or if getting big trees like that to grow requires them to have more of other trees/an ecosystem around, i'm not actually a gardener/botanist/plant person, but i thought this was a cool idea for using that space so just let me dream pls)

2. okay this is what first got me, bc like,,, i feel like this actually has some potential to look nice? there's clearly some great (i think natural, from the windows) lighting in here, and it's NOT. ALL. BEIGE! if the wall paint was just less yellow-tinted, and you swapped out the furniture/accessories, i feel like you could totally make this look like just a bright, clean-looking, maybe kind of generically old-fashioned/vintage-y entryway? and again, for increasing the currently -2 utility of all this space, get (maybe a prettier version of) the current rug situation moved up towards the photographer a bit, to create ample walking room all around it, and then put some sort of really big circular dresser or credenza-ish kind of furniture on it, something with cabinets for people's shoes, umbrellas, basically just something that would serve most of the purpose of a front hallway closet. (especially because, as with many other excessively palatial mcmansions, this is the kind of place that would be absolutely amazing to repurpose into some sort of open-to-the-public community center, in an ideal world.)

3. okay yeah so the molding is absolutely irredeemable, but again, the amount of natural light and the light hardwood floors are actually a beautiful combination! personally i think you could totally style this wall color in a way that would create a nice soothing vibe, but hell, repaint it and style with more space-efficient seating options, and you could totally make this space work! (i will say though, that i would personally make replacing the curtain rods mandatory; even wooden ones could still work imo, but why tf would you not just match them with all the other dark wood? why would you match them with the light wood that's only used for the flooring?)

4. again, say goodbye to the molding, and also the weird flooring around the fireplace needs to go— but do that, coordinate the blues of the wall and the rug better, and then fix the furniture situation, and this would be a perfectly respectable study/office. also, this is just a personal preference thing, but i'm actually quite fond of those old-timey big dark wood furniture sets, so i do kind of love that desk, even if the placement of it is odd. also, running with the "turn this place into some sort of community center" idea, just keep this as the office of whoever runs the place, and there's plenty of room in here to add extra seating for meetings.

5. as i've already said, i do have a fondness for the old-fashioned rich look, so i wouldn't even really mind keeping the wallpaper and the big cabinet thing, as long as we can fix the impractical center curtains and simplify/get rid of the molding again. add a rug, just make sure it's a relatively minimalist design/color scheme to not compete with the wallpaper if we've kept that, and again with the community center idea, just get an even more fuckass-big table that fills the space, with simpler chairs that don't waste so much room, and boom, you've got a mini-dining hall.

6. okay, so this is a terribly illogical kitchen set-up, but a pot-filler on the stove would fix what i think is probably the biggest practical issue, and getting better properly-connected cabinets, and fixing the top of the island, would definitely make this entire room look much less weird. open concept kitchens are definitely inherently impractical, imo, but idk, some people genuinely like them, so...

oh and also i genuinely love the exposed brick in the house, just repaint the pale yellow and red walls to not compete with the brick so much.

okay i'm getting bored of this i'm not gonna do every picture now but:

6. this room makes absolutely no sense as a basketball court, yes, but you know what it WOULD work for? a dance studio! line the wall with the small windows at the top with floor-length mirroring, maybe a barre on the opposite wall, and you are SET. again, for a community center, all those other unused rooms could totally be similarly repurposed for different activities, small classrooms for educational programs, etc.

and then i already talked about what i'd do with the back of the house, so, yeah, that's my plan. there's gotta be at least one philanthropic millionaire on tumblr who could make this happen, right?

namesake mcmansion

Howdy folks! Today's McMansion is very special because a) we're returning to Maryland after a long time and b) because the street this McMansion is on is the same as my name. (It was not named after me.) Hence, it is my personal McMansion, which I guess is somewhat like when people used to by the name rights to stars even though it was pretty much a scam. (Shout out btw to my patron Andros who submitted this house to be roasted live on the McMansion Hell Patreon Livestream)

As far as namesake McMansions go, this one is pretty good in the sense that it is high up there on the ol' McMansion scale. Built in 2011, this psuedo-Georgian bad boy boasts 6 bedrooms and 9.5 baths, all totaling around 12,000 square feet. It'll run you 2.5 million which, safe to say, is exponentially larger than its namesake's net worth.

Now, 2011 was an anonymous year for home design, lingering in the dead period between the 2008 black hole and 2013 when the market started to actually, finally, steadily recover. As a result a lot of houses from this time basically look like 2000s McMansions but slightly less outrageous in order to quell recession-era shame.

I'm going to be so serious here and say that the crown molding in this room is a crime against architecture, a crime against what humankind is able to accomplish with mass produced millwork, and also a general affront to common sense. I hate it so much that the more I look at it the more angry I become and that's really not healthy for me so, moving on.

Actually, aside from the fake 2010s distressed polyester rug the rest of this room is literally, basically Windows 98 themed.

I feel like the era of massive, hefty sets of coordinated furniture are over. However, we're the one's actually missing out by not wanting this stuff because we will never see furniture made with real wood instead of various shades of MDF or particleboard ever again.

This is a top 10 on the scale of "least logical kitchen I've ever seen." It's as though the designers engineered this kitchen so that whoever's cooking has to take the most steps humanly possible.

Do you ever see a window configuration so obviously made up by window companies in the 1980s that you almost have to hand it to them? You're literally letting all that warmth from the fire just disappear. But whatever I guess it's fine since we basically just LARP fire now.

Feminism win because women's spaces are prioritized in a shared area or feminism loss because this is basically the bathroom vanity version of women be shopping? (It's the latter.)

I couldn't get to all of this house because there were literally over a hundred photos in the listing but there are so many spaces in here that are basically just half-empty voids, and if not that then actually, literally unfinished. It's giving recession. Anyway, now for the best part:

Not only is this the NBA Backrooms but it's also just a nonsensical basketball court. Tile floors? No lines? Just free balling in the void?

Oh, well I bet the rear exterior is totally normal.

Not to be all sincere about it but much like yours truly who has waited until the literal last second to post this McMansion, this house really is the epitome of hubris all around. Except the house's hubris is specific to this moment in time, a time when gas was like $2/gallon. It's climate hubris. It's a testimony to just how much energy the top 1% of income earners make compared to the rest of us. I have a single window unit. This house has four air conditioning condensers. That's before we get to the monoculture, pesticide-dependent lawn or the three car garage or the asphalt driveway or the roof that'll cost almost as much as the house to replace. We really did think it would all be endless. Oops.

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[marshmallowloves]

DAY 2 (PLATONIC F/Os) - Fujin (Mortal Kombat)

I have Raiden as a romantic F/O, but within the Mortal Kombat niche of the self-shipping community, I see a lot more people fawning over Fujin between the two of them. And I can totally understand - Fujin is seen as the more "human" one of the brothers. Despite his power and godhood, he's more personable, casual but polite, and has more of a sensitive and sentimental side without faltering in his duties as a protector of Earthrealm. Were he not tied to his role, I can see how he'd probably be the perfect romantic partner.

But I couldn't see myself being romantically involved with Fujin. Not just because I selfship with Raiden, but I do actually think of Fujin in a different way, and for a very specific reason. I've never talked about this before - heck, I've never really talked about anything in this same vein, even - so it will probably sound weird.

Since I was younger, probably around 10-ish, I think I've had some kind of connection with wind. Not like I think I'm an elemental or something (as cool as that might be), but there's definitely something different when it comes to me and the wind, and there always has been.

From all the way back then, even up until now, there's a certain indescribable emotion I feel sometimes when I'm outside. And when I get this feeling, the wind always seems to pick up at that exact moment. Usually (but not always) this feeling comes when I listen to certain kinds of music, and it always seems to be in conjunction with seeing certain scenery (whether real or imagined) - usually places with a number of trees, actually, now that I'm really thinking about it. It's really hard to describe, but I'll feel something like a chill across my skin, something swells a little in my chest and my face goes slightly numb. I've never been able to label it as anything but a "special" feeling. And it's kind of cyclical, too - I get the feeling, the wind gets stronger. I notice the correlation, it makes the feeling stronger, the wind responds in kind. It's never dangerously strong, though.

When I was younger and first noticed the wind get stronger with that feeling, it made me wonder if there was some kind of genuine magical connection - cause, y'know, I was a kid. As I grew up I pretty much accepted the idea that this feeling was just psychosomatic, and realistically, the wind growing stronger at those moments was purely coincidental.

But I'm a whimsical little marshmallow, and even if it's truly outside the realm of possibility for us as humans, there was always the tiny little thought in my head that wondered if there really was something supernatural or magical there. Like yeah, we have no proof of the existence of real, tangible gods or things like that, but...what if? What if it was like that "boring superpowers" idea, and maybe we don't have real people who can sling fire from their hands or whatever, but simple stuff like this can happen where a girl gets happy from music and then there's a breeze?

(I suppose if you wanna get real fantastical and read into it, it would also fit in with the fact that Aquarius (my sign) is an air sign, which was...always kind of weird-sounding to me. And even funnier is that I was so convinced throughout my adolescence that if I had any control over an element, it would be water, because of how much I actually love water.)

This is all leading up to say that the past few times I've experienced this, my mind drifts to Fujin. Specifically, wondering what he would think of a mortal living among normal, magic-less humans, expressing this very vague kind of connection with the very element he has dominion over.

I like to imagine a scenario where this timid mortal woman from Earthrealm visits his temple for this reason and thinks, who better to ask about this strange feeling I have for the wind than the wind god himself? And when she arrives and describes her experiences, he's delighted to tell her that her connection is very real, that all her suspicions from childhood were correct and that the wind does indeed respond to her emotion. The way he speaks seems as if he's treating it like some kind of secret knowledge that she should hold very dear. And that, should she ever wish to take better control of it, he would be happy to help her learn how. Fujin would be a gentle and intuitive teacher, I think, and even beyond teaching would delight in casual conversation or simply sitting in the gardens in peaceful silence.

Fujin feels like someone I could go to for moments of respite, where I could spend a little time with the wind while forgetting everything else in the world exists. He'd provide a kind of security that's similar but different than what I would feel with a romantic F/O like Raiden.

TL;DR (because I think I lost track of this post fhgdjs): I wouldn't necessarily label Fujin as an F/O but he's certainly platonic and spending time with him sounds really nice and comfortable c:

[thechaoscryptid]

For @mrssakurahatake ❤️❤️ I took a little liberty with this one, and it got a bit longer than expected lol

"Your car slid into a snowbank and I'm the mechanic that comes to tow you"

“Fuck.” Shizune’s heart races as she hits the steering wheel once, twice, three times in anger. “God damn it!”

She knew better than to start a trip during a snowstorm, but no matter how many times her boss had assured her that it was fine if she wanted to be on the safe side, her conscience won out and now here she is, in a ditch because other drivers can’t be trusted--

There’s no blood anywhere, no injuries other than a bruised chest and sense of pride. Well, perhaps a bit of whiplash, but that’s another problem for later. For now, she’s already getting cold and has barrelled so far into the ditch she doubts there’s any chance of getting herself out.

“Dammit,” she says again for good measure, so the blanket of snow knows very well it’s displeased her. “I’ve got to--” 

She should calm down, before anything else. It won’t do to be hysterical on the phone for a tow or god forbid Tsunade, who’s sure to give her an ass-chewing anyway after she’s done worrying. 

“So close, too,” she groans, letting her head tip back against the seat as she fumbles around the passenger side for her phone. There’s a desperation in the way she hopes she’s still in service range as she digs out the device, only to find it’s in vain.

Nothing.

Still, busy enough road, she reasons, struggling to keep the panic in her throat from rising. Someone’ll be along.

She takes another minute to get her feet under herself before struggling out the door, stumbling toward where headlights whiz by on the snowy road. It’s not their fault exactly, she knows--it’s not like any of them are the idiot who ran her off he road--but she grumbles anyway as she sticks a hand out and waves wildly in the hope that someone who’s not a psychopath will take pity on her. 

Snow and ice crunch beneath her shoes as she paces, hood up and attempting to keep herself from being pummeled by the wind whipping across the asphalt. Cars come and go, trucks race past, and as the minutes wear on, she becomes progressively more sure she’s not going to find someone before she goes mad or freezes.

It’s cold, and every whistle of the wind reminds her exactly how stupid it was to start out in the middle of a snowy night.

Eventually, she begins to walk in earnest towards the nearest town. It’s a way away, but she figures if she can keep a brisk pace she’ll make it there by morning. Keeping moving is key, right? She hopes so--it keeps blood circulating, at least, can’t be too bad.

She continues to grumble as she walks, because it’s the holidays. Busy, yes, but where’s the generosity? Where’s the kindness?

“Nowhere near here, that’s for sure,” she growls. Her fingers and toes ache with the cold, but she soldiers on for god knows how long until finally, finally, a beat-up pickup truck pulls to the side and puts its hazards on. Breath clouds in front of her as she shuffles from foot to foot, watching warily as a man gets out and walks toward her with his hands up.

“You lost?” he drawls. “Sort of a shit night to be out and wandering.”

“My car’s ditched,” she says. “And I was tired of waiting for someone to take pity on me and pick me up, so I decided to walk back to town. Is that all right with you?”

“Hey, hey,” he says, and when he’s come close enough to stand in front of her, she realizes he’s got a scarf draped over his shoulder. “Yeah, you picked the wrong town to wreck at.” He rubs at the back of his neck with a hand before realizing he’s got the scarf and shoving it at her unceremoniously. “You look like you’re freezing.”

Shizune’s teeth chatter as she winds the fabric around herself, warmth settling into her cheeks as she sighs in relief. “And your truck looks nice and warm.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, of course.” The man gestures to the cab and Shizune’s on the offer in a heartbeat, climbing up and setting the heater to full blast. When he gets in after her, he sticks a gloved hand out. “I’m Genma, by the way. Any clue where your car is?”

“D-d-down tha-that way,” Shizune says, pointing shakily. “I would’ve called someone, but--”

“Service sucks around here?” Genma finishes for her.

Shizune nods.

“Figured as much.” Genma puts the truck into drive and pulls out onto the road, scanning ahead through the drifting flakes. “I usually try and make a round during every storm because everyone else around here is usually more concerned with where they’re going to help.”

“Such a gentleman,” Shizune mutters.

“Better than leaving you walking, isn’t it?”

Shizune sighs then, letting some of the tension bleed out of her shoulders. He’s right, of course. She would’ve been screwed without him. “Are you going to pull me out, too, I suppose?”

She doesn’t expect him to say yes, not without seeing the accident yet. When she tells him it might be too much, he shrugs. “I can call one of the guys back at work and have them come out with the big truck. Not like they’re doing anything but playing cards anyway.”

“Not even helping out other damsels in distress?”

Genma chuckles. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says, pulling to the side when she points out her car. “But at least I have the right cell network for out here. Do I get to know the damsel’s name?” 

Shizune gives it, but doesn’t get the chance to say anything more before he hops out, walking down to examine where her vehicle is well and truly stuck. It’s a miracle she didn’t hit any of the trees, she thinks now as his headlights illuminate the roadside. 

He echoes this sentiment when he comes back, rubbing his hands to warm them. “Sure you’re not hurt?” he asks, brow furrowed in concern. “We should get you checked out, just in case. That looks like it could’ve been pretty nasty.”

“Are you offering to check me out?” Shizune asks dryly.

“Yeah. I mean no! No, not like--” Genma’s eyes widen, head shaking as he makes the absolutely not gesture, and Shizune can’t help the giggle that bursts out of her at the sheer absurdity of the night. “I swear, PG thoughts only.”

“Oh?” Shizune arches a brow.

Genma tries a smile. “I mean, I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see you’re clearly stunning, but I didn’t come out to pick up women tonight. Well, didn’t come to pick up pick up women.”

“Just save them from certain death, right?”

“See, you get it,” Genma says. He pats her shoulder before pulling out his phone and dialing, tapping his fingers on his thigh until the other end picks up. “Hey, Raidou, it’s me. I’m here with someone who went in the ditch. Have a spare truck?”

Shizune can’t hear what Raidou tells him, but by the way Genma’s mouth sets in a line, it can’t be great.

“All right, thanks. Be there in twenty.” He ends the call and leans back against the seat with a sigh before tipping his head to look at her. “You cool with going back to the shop? Apparently we’re short-handed, but I can come back and get the car. It’s somewhere warm, at least.”

“I--” Shizune wants to protest, but then logic catches up and she realizes that really, that’s her only option for now. She nods again. “That’d be great,” she says.

“Excellent. Now, if I get you coffee, are you going to drink it? Or are you a hot chocolate person?”

“Tea, actually,” Shizune says, though she’d probably take anything warm tonight.

Genma’s nose wrinkles. “One of those people, I see,” he says, though his voice is light and teasing as they pull back onto the road. When he looks over, he’s got a smile on his face as he taps her thigh. “I’m one of those people too, actually. I think I’ve got some stashed away at the shop.”

“Such a gentleman,” Shizune says. She sinks down in the seat as they drive, watching the snow fly by the windows before trees transition to houses, and then to businesses before Genma pulls into a small parking lot. Everything’s mostly thawed by this point, but she rushes to the door just the same, Genma following close behind. 

A redhead looks up from his perch behind the desk. “Evening.”

“Rai, this is Shizune. Shizune, Raidou,” Genma says, gesturing between them. “He’ll be taking care of you while I rescue your vehicle. Where’d you stash my tea?”

“Cabinet,” Raidou says, thumbing toward the opposite wall. “Aoba was going to toss it, so you’re welcome.”

“Tell him I’m putting that trash coffee he drinks in the garbage where it deserves to be,” Genma murmurs. He points to the chairs by the window and Shizune sits, pulling out her phone and delightedly realizing there’s service here. It’s only one bar, but it’s service.

“You don’t mind if I call my boss, do you?” she asks, watching him rip open the bag.

He shakes his head. “Of course not. You can use our phone if you want. Probably should’ve offered that first.” 

“Thank you,” Shizune says. “Seriously. For everything. Though, you wouldn’t happen to know of anywhere to stay the night, would you? I, uh, probably shouldn’t drive after that, at least not until it’s light out.”

“I mean, you’re more than welcome to stay here,” Genma says. “There’s a cot in the office, as well as blankets, and it’s free. And you get to wake up to this.” He gestures down the length of his body. “But I imagine the snowsuit will make it a little less appealing.”

Shizune smirks, then rolls her eyes. “Doubtful,” she says. “I’m sure you’re not so bad.”

“Hear that, Rai? I’m not so bad.” Genma grins wide and leans on the desk with an elbow, pointing at the other man. “Not. So. Bad.”

“She didn’t say you were good either,” Raidou says.

“You wound me.”

“My job to keep you humble,” Raidou says, flipping a page in his book. “How am I doing?”

“Just fine,” Shizune says, walking to rest beside Genma as she glances over. “I’ll stay, if it’s all right, Raidou.” The adrenaline and anxiety is fading and suddenly she’s exhausted, nearly swaying on her feet when she presses off of the counter. “Point me in the right direction, Genma? Or, wait, I should probably pay you fir--”

“We’ll worry about it in the morning,” Genma assures. “For now, it’s your job to rest and let us--well, me--take care of you, all right? Save the ‘what do I owe you’ for later. Just lay down and sleep, come back with a clear head. I promise things will be easier come sunrise.”

[gothhabiba]

bringing in some good old "go touch grass" equation of physical mobility and physical location in space with morality; assuming a certain suburban or white/wealthy urban area in a certain climate where trees are available to sit under. I get that the "tree" bit is meant to be read as symbolic or optional, but there's a reason this idyllic picnic location kind of image is being used

"written for teenagers" is of course just the same old denigration of The Wrong Kinds of Book, borrowing from the denigration of teenagers themselves as irrational, immature, sort of pre-people. (obviously a lot of YA is 'bad' imo from a literary-aesthetic or a moral standpoint, but that's not what's at issue here—what's at issue is that this user brought up YA in order to signify "unworthy" reading material, as though books marketed towards adults are inherently more worthy—which mobilises a preëxisting denigration of youth, and places a lot of faith in categories created for the sole purpose of marketing things)

I think "socially maladjusted" is a formula that I haven't seen in this context before and I might have to think some more about what it's doing here. of course it's sort of a way to indicate some sort of mental 'unwellness' without getting flak for being overtly ableist—but, combined with the "teenager" thing, sort of suggests pre-adjustment, an unfinished-ness to one's social adjustment. when you put it that way, "social adjustment," it really sounds coercive, like forcing you into a certain shape, but in a way that's meant to be salutary (like a chiropractic "adjustment"). asserting that people should be or become well-adjusted to their current social reality, or abjure as fundamentally immature and behind-them a time when they were not yet socially adjusted, is pretty ironic in the context of decrying conservatism (in context it was specifically anti-LGBT sentiment). like, what kind of "social" situation are people usually "adjusted" to in our current worldstate?

assumption that reading (certain?) books marketed at "adults" will cause the reader to become more moral, that is, less "conservative"; an idea of reading as serving a moral function that I primarily associate with 18th and 19th-century discourses in England and the USA

advocating for a self-policing of reading material to make sure that it is (/that others would interpret it as) Correct, Appropriate, Edifying reading material for you—because reading Correct, Appropriate, Edifying reading material will cause you to stop advocating for self-policing. lmfao

maligning some imagined people on the basis of being like teenagers, but then chusing to use the register of a high school bully in a 1980s teen flick ("dweebs"). of course I think this was partly a considerate decision to avoid using a stronger insult (because I do the same thing, lol—consider different words until I find one that gets at what I want to say & isn't just mean)—but I'm interested in the fact that, despite this user decrying conservatism and queerphobia throughout their text, what "dweeb" indexes is not bigotry but uncoolness. we can connect this back to the "socially maladjusted" thing—it's as if the primary driver of conservatism is not being cool, not being well-adjusted, not taking part in approved activities including (the right kind of) literacy—rather than the reality, which is that instances of conservative & self-policing rhetoric are in many situations (such as when talking about reading) what's considered "cool," and are in fact what people are being "socially adjusted" to.

I really have to emphasise the "imaginary people" point. this user didn't see someone being queerphobic and also reading YA, and respond to that conjunction; they described a line of thinking that they decried as queerphobic, and then apropos of nothing said "this is the kind of thing that YA readers do"

the latest little comment I’ve added to my collection of Statements From People Highly Concerned About Other People’s Literary Habits runs as follows:

“go sit under a tree and read a book that wasn’t written for socially maladjusted teenagers sometime, you absolute dweebs” [this was the last sentence of a longer comment arguing against “religious conservatism” and “Orwellian self-policing”]

this one may seem unassuming but it's actually quite juicy

[moonlight--cafe]

Charge ahead at full speed babe!! We love challenges in this house 🤑 hope the workshop went well! And that’s so cool that your degree and hobbies kinda intersect! It takes a lot of creativity, where would you say you pull inspiration from to write?

Omg pls LETS!! I am actually still a pre-teen inside this decaying carcass of mine. I can and will gossip/fangirl all day if you let me…recently have been watching more NCT content too lately 🤔 I came back after like 3 years of hiatus and they added like 50 branches to the family tree

PS. I can totally wait, so please post at your own convenience! Your health and happiness first as always

Yeah it was good, a bit daunting and I get so annoyed with being forced to socialise but I spoke to 8 people and I feel so accomplished! And honestly it's a bit sad where I get inspiration to write, I wouldn't say I'm a tortured artist or anything but I found that most of my inspiration to write is from life, how it's changed and its difficulties. I used to specialise in horror writing because I just knew how to scare people and tap into heavy stuff but as I've gotten older and experienced heartache I've switched to writing ships or romantic stuff (like the Yeonjun fic I'm working on). I wasn't actually able to write romance or sweet things until I got my heart broken, but I honestly like writing stuff like this. Making other people happy and also touching my own heart with sentimental love and care is ultimately what makes me want to write and do this blog, I'm a romantic at heart and I love to write about stuff like that because it gives me a chance to realise what my own personal love language is. Okay! sorry! that turned into a bit of a rant sorry!

Me too! I've fallen back into NCT and it's just a lot to process in a lot of ways because all of those family tree branches have personality and it's an overload of pretty boys! I never thought I would ever get choked up because of an idol but I found 3 so far that make me emotional because I actually admire them, but I've never actually written something about them. And pfttt baby doll you're getting that ship tonight! I'm just doing your letter!

[camorrsthorn]

Hi, I'm kinda new here, and so I mostly have just seen the art of your OCs? (Which is awesome, btw.) But I was wondering if you could give, like, a basic outline of who they are and maybe their universe? (Bc worldbuilding is ALWAYS cool.) Thanks! (And again, love your art

aaa thank you!! i have. a lot bear with me lmao but. i’m gonna put this under a cut because Oh Dang That’s Too Many

video game ocs: holy moley that’s a lot

tarris, relic, kharza gra-durza, serindil, riandil, vhesryn, saaji and zhakka are all from elder scrolls!! 

tarris is a bosmer thief/assassin who’s actually real bad at fighting and is probably half magpie, don’t wear jewelery near her she will Have It

relic is a bosmer vampire who is an asshole. he’s awful. he knows magic but mostly likes to Stab. he exists in the same world-state as tarris and kharza and probably a few others 

kharza is an orc warrior who’s like the only lawful good character i have, whoops. she sometimes turns into a werewolf and mauls people but that’s a minor character flaw. she’s a big gay

serindil is an altmer mage!! very very much a glass cannon. they were with the thalmor embassy in skyrim until they... sort of defected?? they’re still an ass tho

riandil is a bosmer scout!! he’s from eso so i’m not sure exactly how he fits into the world state, but he’s a big ball of sunshine. he likes very very bad puns and responding to altmer supremacy by acting real stupid until THEY look stupid. he’s great

vhesryn is a dunmer assassin but he’s also a big ol’ dick. he’s a vampire too but mostly a dick. his hobbies include being an asshole and stabbing people, also dancing

saaji is a khajiit thief and very pure good person. she;s good. she’ll steal your things but she’s good she’ll prolly give em back. really just wants a warm spot in the sun, very very tired of almer

zhakka is a redguard warrior and former pirate!! i love her. she scowls a lot and looks grumpy but she’s grinning inside just all the time. you know those people who say the most ridiculous funny shit with a totally stoic face?? that’s zhakka

spring and bishop are from fallout

spring washington is Soft. she’s a soft soft person. she likes plants and photography, but also she was her school’s boxing champion pre-war and won trophies for shooting, and likes to keep a switchblade on her at all times. met her husband when he had to drag her off some creep. she just wants to make the world a bit brighter!!

bishop is. bishop. he’s my courier and he’s??? the worst. he’s obnoxiously lucky and knows it, and very charming despite the amount of times he puts his foot directly in his mouth. he’s good at heart but also does what seems good/fun/cool at the time??? “hey bishop when is the last time you washed” “i dunno when did it last rain” “i don’t want to travel with you any more”

i have a whole lot of dragon age ocs bear with me

rasha tabris is Angry. i once described her as a wildfire in a very pretentious thing i didn’t post but it’s apt!! she stayed with the wardens because duncan was the reason she could kill vaughn, and the reason she wasn’t killed for it. she died fighting the archdemon because there was no way she was trusting some human, and died spitting and cursing

katia brosca’s main personality trait is Spite. people told her she could only be this this and this because casteless, so she did absolutely everything she could to prove them wrong. a lot of her loudness and bravado is a front to protect herself, but not all of it

hildr aeuducan’s middle name is duty. she does the job she’s got to do, and does it well. she doesn’t really Do sentiment?? and she’s never once but her own opinions over what’s best. she left behlen on the throne despite. everything

cian mahariel is Ridiculous. they spend half their time in trees despite having broken at least one bone on every part of their body falling out of them, and are Always Smiling

niketas surana lives on his nerves. his skills include flinching, stammering, going beet red if anybody looks at him for too long, and falling a little bit in love with anybody who’s nice to him. he’ll very very gladly swallow all his fear to protect people though, and repeatedly put himself between templars and scared younger mages while still in the tower. would die for jowan, frankly

vinnora lavellan is a sweetheart!! she just wants to be nice to everyone, and frankly deserves better than she got. she never wanted to be inquisitor, but figured she could at least use the position to help people who needed it, and tried to

noah shepard is my only real mass effect character worth talking about!! she’s a Delight and i love her. she’s paragon to her core, and goes out of her way to help people or offer a shoulder, but she’s absolutely not afraid to speak her mind or tell assholes to get fucked. she’s very very tired and full of guilt and regret. please let her sleep

d&d ocs!! are they ocs technically. i’m counting them i love them

dáithí lathlaeril is a half elven wild magic sorcerer and the only one i have actually played!! they’re half of a set of twins born to a high elven noblewoman and her human husband. they accidentally burned down their family library after overhearing their mother agree to essentially disinherit them, and have been an adventurer ever since. they have Lots of emotions always, and swing between “i’m inherently superior to all of you and also have cool magic” and “oh god i’m the worst i’m pathetic is my magic even good” and it’s terrible. please give them a hug. their name is pronounced DAH-hee

dáimhín lathlaeril is the other twin!! she left home to go be a bard but attracted an archfey with her singing, and wound up a warlock. still pretends to be a bard tho. she’s obnoxiously charming and knows it, and is WAY more relaxed and happy go lucky than their twin. she’s still pretty prissy tho. her name is pronounced like DAH-veen. also she’s not a girl, she’s nb!! like her twin. “finch that wouldn’t happen” haha what i can’t hear you

zeerith is a drow rogue!! he had just the worst life but is So Good at pretending he didn’t. what do you mean he’s almost certainly traumatised and emotionally messed up, he’s smiling, see?? trust him. he really really hates killing and would much rather talk his way out of trouble, but isn’t at all above hurting people to defend people?? also he’s very handsome and charming, focus on that. no don’t ask him if he’s ok. very very prone to talking someone to death if given half a chance

most of my actually original characters are from the same world!! it’s tag is “untitled a” because i don’t have a name for it yet lmao. there’s also a bunch of gods to go with these guys but i don’t even have names for them yet so lmao

fionn is prolly currently my most developed character from it. he’s an elf, which is fairly rare, and a magic user, which is rarer. he doesn’t care tho. he’s an ex-soldier who deserted after some very bad stuff happened, and he’s just trying to keep his head down. the god of luck and fate took a shine to him tho, so that’s not going too well. he uses his magic to make people think he’s much better at playing music than he is, but he could do Very cool things. he won’t tho

sabre is also an elf, but she’s a thief and very happy about it. she’s tiny and literally always ready to fight. she’ll fight anyone. she’ll Win against anyone. don’t fight sabre she jut doesn’t stop. she’s got a pretty strict Code tho, and won’t steal from anyone who can’t afford it, or fight anyone who can’t fight back. technically steals to give to the poor but also keeps a lot. she worked for that ill gotten gold!! she’s one of the two people who got “chosen” by the twin gods of the hunt, which she’s pretty stoked about. she’s got a tattoo honoring one of the twins

zarifa is the captain of an as-yet unnamed ship, and a totally legitimate merchant sailor. no pirates here absolutely not haha what’s that officer nope no illegitimate goods either, trust her. she’s got a good heart but also she’s pretty practical, and ensuring her own survival and the survival of her crew trumps morals every time. she’s the “chosen” of the god of the sea, which is an incredibly mixed bag

sylvie pike is zarifa’s first mate, but not nearly as professional. she likes to have fun, and insists on dragging zarifa with her. she’s got a much thicker accent than any other member of the crew, and makes it impenetrably thicker when she wants to be difficult. she’s not as good at overcoming her conscience as zarifa is

billie shaw is possibly my oldest current oc, holy shit. they’re kind of the odd job person aboard the ship, and also sing shanties and (badly) play the accordion. has a big big soft spot for kids. also hates shoes. what the fuck billie. put some boots on you ridiculous human being

sara tillman is possibly the only ordinary person on board the ship. she’s the ship’s doctor, despite being easily the youngest person aboard, and despite having only ever operated on her family’s farm prior to being hired. she’s got like ten siblings and loves all of them very very much

there’s also a handful of others from this universe who aren’t nearly as fleshed out yet, other than the gods, but they aren’t fleshed out!! “finch neither are any of the people you’ve talked about” [sweats]

[bl3randomfandoms]

@pharaoh-ink The First Noel?

I'm gonna answer this one too, because it's fun.

My favorite ornament is this hideous snowman/icicle. Yep, you read that right. He is a glittery 90's mess of snowman and icicle. And he is slightly terrifying. But what makes him so cool is that he was given to me by a school bully. Rachel was my 5th grade nemesis. See, I'm one of those people that gets along with everyone. I just do. I'm like Hurley that way. And Rachel hated me. I don't know why. Maybe I did something to piss her off, and just didn't know about it. Being an Aspie kid, I didn't learn a lot of social stuff until I was in my twenties.

So, it's time for Secret Santa. And I'm like... 10 years old. And already anxious about it. My family was pretty poor. What do I get a kid that doesn't make me look like a total loser? And what if I get somebody that I don't like? What if I get... Rachel Wagner. I still remember pulling out that piece of paper, hoping against hope that I'd get a friend, or somebody that was at least nice to me. But that name, scrawled in marker, stared up at me, mocking me.

So... I just made the best of it, and got her a dumb bath set. Even though she's 10 and probably doesn't even enjoy a nice bath. I spent the whole rest of the month wondering what she would get me. Would it be just a card? Or socks? I was freaking out. And would she like what I got her? Who likes those bath sets, anyway? It was my mom's idea...

The day of the gift exchange finally arrives. And here she is. Rachel Wagner. We exchange presents. She has that horrible look on her face like she tasted something bitter. An expression even a face-blind Aspie can read. And I unwrap it. It's small and narrow. And it's hideous. Hideously beautiful. The snowman/icicle hybrid. And I'm so grateful it isn't a box of sand or some shit that I may have started crying. Because this ornament looks old already. And while that may seem crappy to most people, I actually saw it as a sentimental thing. To this day, I think she pulled it off her own tree. A family ornament. In truth, she probably didn't wanna spend money on me, the weird social misfit girl.

It still hangs on my tree. And I adore it. Thank you, Rachel.

(Even if you did mean to mock me.)

🎄Christmas Carol Asks🎄

Silent Night: What is your favorite Christmas tradition?

Joy to the World: Any New Years resolutions?

O Come All Ye Faithful: Is Christmas a religious or a secular holiday for you?

Deck the Halls: How does your family decorate?

Oh Holy Night: What do you do on Christmas eve?

Away in a Manger: Favorite Christmas Movie?

The First Noel: Do you have a favorite tree ornament?

Oh Tannenbaum: Does your family get a real tree every year or do you have a fake one?

Good King Wenceslas: Do you hang stockings up?

Patapan: Are you traveling for Christmas this year?

God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen: What’s the earliest Christmas memory you have?

The Little Drummer Boy: Josh Dun.

The Holly and the Ivy: Favorite christmas dessert?

Ding Dong Merrily on High: Favorite Christmas piece of clothing? (Hat, sweater, etc?)

We Wish You A Merry Christmas: Does your family send Christmas cards?

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing: Do you still believe in Santa? If not when did you stop?

We Three Kings: What do you want for Christmas?

Angels we Have Heard on High: Angel or star on the top of the tree?

Lo, How A Rose: What’s your Christmas dinner menu?

What Child is This: Do you like eggnog?

[suupaisu]

Her:

(( ☼ “But…” They could share bags! He could hold one end, and she’d hold the oth– aah nevermind. It’s a silly idea. “Be honest, Len, what hobbies did you really have outside of what you used to do and your music career? Those two things sucked up so much of your time, I don’t think you ever really got a chance to do much else. …Besides. I feel like things like this are more closely associated with someone’s memories with another person, or a time they’ve spent in their lives that was memorable. Looking at it objectively, it really wouldn’t be more than a pathway of strung up LEDs. And it’s true, it isn’t. But for me, I’ll look at this place in the future and remember it’s where I spent my first Christmas with you.”

         Then again, Rin has always been the sentimental type. She left a piece of her heart behind everywhere she went, and took memories of faces and times long gone as collateral. The winter square comes into view mid-thought, not that anyone could miss it with how it glimmered and glowed in the distance. Rather than one, gargantuan tree that stretched meters high into the sky, the area was dotted by an array of various ones wrapped in glimmering blue. It doused everything around it in its cool, sapphire tint, including the visitors that dotted the displays with cameras in hand. “Look over there, there’s ornaments we can grab and hang up for good luck! Which one of those stars would you wish on? …I kind of want the brave one, because I’ll need extra bravery this coming year.”

Right. This old thing. He never did really look into landmark even in his younger years, maybe from a sense of self worth. Something so pretty and pure shouldn't be tainted by the likes of him. A foolish sentiment all things considered after everything he did, but some principles at the very least he could maintain. Take in everything with a bit of silence, as he enjoys something almost undeserved for once. No room for such thoughts though, as he presents his own ornament. Taking a hair clip from wavy locks, he snaps it onto a branch with a resounding confidence only he could present. "Hardly feels me, without being me." I suppose that's his logic for the act, stupid as it might be.

Giving her the time she needed, suppose a story couldn't hurt. "Hobbies? When?" Between womanizing and working, there was hardly room for anything. "There really wasn't much else to me. I suppose I did draw for a period but my patience is less than most so you can imagine how that went." Suppose if there was something he did lose himself in, it was simple. "I guess music was probably your best bet. Drowning out in my headphones regardless of the situation always did feel like a great escape." Lest she make the mistake of inferring otherwise, he actually did prefer solitude. Ironic considering beginning but just how he's developed. "I'm nowhere near interesting as you. I just knew how to fool people into thinking I was cool. Or maybe girls just like boring guys after all?"