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starlitskvader · 5 years ago

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Slow day at work and I have Lufia on the brain, so I’m gonna rate the original Rise Of The Sinistrals designs against the remake Curse Of The Sinistrals redesigns.

Maxim

I honestly don’t have strong feelings about either Maxim design. They’re both good Main Character Designs, one for a strongly medieval flavored world and one for an anachronistic world. I will say the redesign has a little more character; I like the waist wrap in particular.

Winner: Curse of the Sinistrals

Tia

Honestly... this is one where they changed her personality enough that she might as well be a different character. I like the weapon suitcase - it makes sense considering RotS!Tia owned a weapon shop - but I also like the idea of her beating up monsters with a ribbon.

Verdict: A tie; given my way I’d frankenstein them together. I’d also kinda like to see boisterous new Tia with old Tia’s design, OR milder old Tia with new Tia’s design.

Guy

I’ll be honest: I didn’t like Guy’s new look at first. But it did grow on me - especially when you take his rivalry with Dekar into account (see below). Still, I feel like the original look suits his personality a bit better.

Verdict: Rise of the Sinistrals by a very slim margin.

Selan

Oh I LOVE the new one. The old Selan is beautiful and elegant, but the new one is both while looking more like the military commander she is. Very nice. The pigeon-toed stance is a little odd, but I’ll let it slide. This time.

Verdict: Curse of the Sinistrals. She’s so cool!

Dekar

BOTH VERY GOOD. About the only problem with the old version is that is doesn’t really get Dekar’s outgoing, silly personality across - otherwise, very cool! Meanwhile the new Dekar makes his rivalry with Guy ten times funnier - the two of them competing to see who’s stronger and Dekar winning every time is amusing enough with the old designs, but Huge Guy constantly being outdone by a man half his size who doesn’t even seem to bother with armor or weapons is hilarious.

Verdict: ALL DEKARS ARE VALID. (it’s be neat if New Dekar had a baby blue streak in his hair to echo old Dekar’s red, though.)

Lexis

Eeeeengh. The Doc Brown reference is all well and good, but I like the scrappy Lexis who actively participated better. I could jive to the Doc Brown wannabe being the mentor to Lexis, but... he doesn’t feel like Lexis.

Verdict: Rise of the Sinistrals stands on his own better, I think.

Artea

....eh. Admittedly this is another case where the original art doesn’t get the personality across - in-game, it’s much clearer that Arty is for all intents and purposes a teenager - but the new version feels more generic. It doesn’t help that they traded Artea’s vibrant, sometimes-contentious personality for a stereotypical Aloof Elf in the remake, which... DOES come across in the art. Credit where it’s due though, giving him a gun is incredibly funny.

Verdict: Rise of the Sinistrals has more personality in design, even if his character doesn’t quite come across.

Iris

VERY NICE. Iris’ new design has a perfect mystical vibe! I have no idea what they were going for in the old one and to be honest she looks too much like Artea.

Verdict: Curse of the Sinistrals. No contest.

IN CONCLUSION both have gorgeous art with pros and cons to most of the designs! It’s unfortunate that CotS cut and changed so much of the original’s world and quests and rewrote Artea and Lexis to such detriment (Tia is much closer to her original self, just louder); its to the point where it feels more like an AU than a remake.

But I like both! There’s a lot to love in both games, and while RotS is a fuller experience there are plot changes in CotS that I DO like, so... I dunno, a rewrite where I just cobble what I like about both together has its temptations.

#lufia #lufia ii #curse of the sinistrals #i can also understand why they changed so many hair colors #four of the seven PCs have blue hair!#if I were designing the colors it'd be light blue selan orange tia pink dekar and dark blue arty #MAYBE I WILL... maybe i will.

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 3 years ago

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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 4 years ago

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Trinkets, 38: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A worn mercenary banner consisting of one rusty old spearhead atop a long wooden shaft. Five feet down from the head there rests a cross-piece four feet long tied to the shaft. From that hangs flag itself; A field of scarlet with nine hanged men in black and six yellow daggers in the upper left and lower right quadrants, respectively, while the upper right quadrant features a shattered skull and the lower left boasts a bird of prey astride a severed head. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize it as the Standard of the Black Company a free mercenary company who can trace their history back hundreds of years through their well-documented archives.

A corrupted magic charm made of the skull a human who died in terror and with regrets. The bone is wrapped with dried kelp and algae, and the skull’s forehead and dome is inscribed with strange sigils made from flower pigments. The entire bonecharm hums with power, creating a faint but distinctive ‘song’ that the spiritually perceptive can hear.

A scroll covered with depictions of constellations.

A shattered mask, once belonging to an ecclesiastic of the occult. Though broken this mask still retains a trace of its original purpose. It hums with faint whispers when worn. They demand an offering.

A one gallon cask of Brewer's Pudding, an alcoholic “drink” so thick that the bartender needs to cut it like a loaf of bread to serve it. Bartenders typically put it in a bowl with lager poured over top, which slowly changes the "drink's" consistency similar to that of pudding. More squalid taverns sometimes serve it between slices of bread as a sandwich.

A gnarled pipe smells strongly of cinnamon and fish, disturbing your digestion. Its bowl has constellations etched around it.

A small, ragged figure crafted from human bone and hair, posed as though shading its eyes to see a long distance.

A charm bracelet of silver chain with five shield-shaped charms. The shields have various religious icons for luck. It's covered in dried blood on it, suggesting the previous owner wasn't that lucky.

A shifting monochromatic geometric, glass prism.

An ironwood skeleton key inlaid with spiraling lines of silvery mithril, and etched with flowing Sylvan script that reads “May this world know some measure of my skill as I depart to the next.”

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—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A scroll covered with depictions of constellations.

A gnarled pipe smells strongly of cinnamon and fish, disturbing your digestion. Its bowl has constellations etched around it.

A small, ragged figure crafted from human bone and hair, posed as though shading its eyes to see a long distance.

A charm bracelet of silver chain with five shield-shaped charms. The shields have various religious icons for luck. It's covered in dried blood on it, suggesting the previous owner wasn't that lucky.

A shifting monochromatic geometric, glass prism.

An ironwood skeleton key inlaid with spiraling lines of silvery mithril, and etched with flowing Sylvan script that reads “May this world know some measure of my skill as I depart to the next.”

A smoking pipe made with a stem of gnarled wood and a deep bowl made of yellowed bone. The bowl has mystical lettering and runes carved into it.

A porcelain teapot inscribed with ancient symbols. A blue snake-like dragon coils around the pot, its body forming the handle and its mouth forming the spout.

A psaltery made from the darkest ebony wood. Its back is slightly curved with an indentation in the base so that it sits nicely on the player's lap. Inlayed in its face is a twisted branch covered in beautiful cherry blossoms. As the instrument is played the blossoms seem to fall away to reveal that the branch is not a branch at all but the bony hand of a skeleton.

An ornate lacquered box containing a set of spoons, thirteen in number. Each is topped with a tiny figure that represents one of the Immortal Heroes of an eastern cult that is thought to be extinct. In that cult, the spoons are considered a valuable prize that proves the courage and skill of its members. The set would be decently valuable to a collector or otherwise interested buyer.

An alabaster vase that has bas-relief figures of goddesses in skimpy clothing in provocative poses. Knowledgeable PC’s can identify the goddesses are in fact the handmaidens of the Martyr Prophet and even to depict them clothed is a right arrogated to the Prophet’s priesthood. The vase itself would be counted a blasphemy by the Prophet’s followers.

An oil lamp no larger than two cupped hands that’s both delicate and fearful. Unlike more common lamps of brass or even common earthenware, the lamp is forged of hair-thin and glittering black iron, cool to the touch. It bears a single looped handle, and is covered in finely rendered etchings of arabesques and stylized wings.

A number of sealed oval tins containing fillets of true monkfish in brine. The fish’s bland pale flesh travels very well and is an imperishable as a saint’s, hence its name. The fillets are filling an nourishing and there are enough tins to equate to 2d4+1 days’ worth of trail rations.

A large, cracked, spiral horn of some great beast, bound in silver and caked in blood. When blown, hot winds and swirling sands erupt from the mouth. All who hear the horn’s call are urged to fight with the unrelenting fury of desert storm.

A cerulean-blue semi-solid stone that is nearly translucent, and shines with an internal blue light.

An onyx hair pin topped with a golden sphere accented by ivory flowers. It's covered in dust and the sphere is a bit oxidized, but with some proper cleaning it might be a suitable gift for the daughter of a noble.

A black-green beeswax candle decorated with carvings of birds. The wick seems to be made out of gold threads. It faintly smells of ash and seawater.

A constantly-shifting jigsaw puzzle made of of muscle and viscera.

A dull green glass bottle, filled with transparent oil that rolls about like the sea's tides. Its label, written in Undercommon, reads "Immortality." It is sealed with a deep black cork, and if opened reeks of skunk spray.

A small stone that ticks evenly like a finely wound clock. Everyone who hears the stone becomes convinced that the stone must remain locked away or something very bad will happen.

A commemorative porcelain plate of the last royal wedding.

A jigsaw puzzle consisting of occult symbols that when fully completed opens a portal to that which the user desires most in the world. There are three pieces missing.

A black robe covered in tattered and worn crow feathers, almost giving the illusion of wings when the arms are raised.

A flexible skin tight, black-silk mask that covers the bearer’s face with just a slit exposing the eyes and perforations at the nose and mouth.

A wide iron-studded dog collar.

A sealed one gallon cask filled with a smoky, spicy spirit akin to weaker tequila. This aperitif is made from a flowering cactus found deep in the deserts heart. When drunk, it causes memories to flow more freely to the drinker's minds forefront, often sparking intense feelings of nostalgia or regret. If overindulged, it could even dislodged repressed memories, forgotten dreams, and other things forgotten (deliberately or otherwise).

A gilded wineglass fashioned from a human skull and set with lapis lazuli.

A set of seven humanoid shaped obsidian pendants.

A dark green egg-shaped stone has been worn away on one side to reveal a rough, vivid purple interior. Knowledgeable PC's can identify the mineral as a geode.

A metal mask resembling a deformed man with a protruding tongue, often worn by wrong-doers before they are paraded through the streets as punishment.

The "alchemical" recipe and blueprint for a "Big Mama", a strange series of nested barrels filled with gunpowder and nails and designed to detonate from a fuse.

A bloodstained scrap of parchment with a list of several names, including a couple of the PC’s. All but one of the non-PC names are crossed out.

A small silver bracelet fashioned in the style of a serpent with two small cyan-colored stones for eyes.

A beautiful, multicolored glass sculpture that seems to take different shapes depending on the angle it is viewed from. From one angle, a mother and child, from another a proud warrior, all in vibrant color and exquisite detail. There are eight distinct scenes visible, one from each cardinal direction.

A delicate tea set made of beautifully shaped glass. Each cup has been blown to look like a pair of child-sized hands clasped together, and the tea pot itself has the appearance of a cloaked human female kneeling in offering. Her hands reaching outwards act as the spout for the pot, and her pulled back hood acts as the lid. No liquid ever flows out of the teapot unless one of the cups in the set is directly beneath the spout.

A medium sized hourglass fashioned from dark walnut and brass. Inside, the sands shine in a variety of iridescent colors. There is a slight tinkling sound as they fall, almost like the sound of a music box, carried on the wind.

An exquisite scrimshaw design of dueling dragons made from a harpy claw.

A scepter made with scorched wood, that has an orb of solid, coagulated blood on it's edge.

A floating spherical chess board that when opened, reveals intricately crafted pieces inside it. The pieces magically adhere to the sphere as it floats, and allows you to play without the chessmen falling off.

A small, golden chime, tied with a red ribbon around the handle, that rings softly of its own accord with a bittersweet melody. It makes those who hear it think of sunlight on a coastline that they've never seen, holding the hand of someone they’ve never known.

A battered tin kettle, slightly warm to the touch. Any liquid placed into the kettle will become something almost, but not quite, exactly nothing like tea.

A pair of goggles that allow the bearer to see from the point of view of a random reef fish in some far off sea.

A black and purple scale of some enormous horror of the far realm.

A thick piece of leather on which was branded a prayer of contrition. It says that it is not enough to ask for absolution, penitence must be forced upon the impure. Some sins can only be forgiven with consecrated flame.

A stoppered, green glass bottle wrapped in grimy stained leather and cord. It is filled with an inferior moonshine containing alcohol distilled in the worst possible conditions. The liquor tastes worse than it looks, but provides a small degree of resistance to the horrors of daily life

A rather intricately filigreed belt buckle featuring a stylistic rendering of a heroic figure standing in defiance of a formless darkness looming above it.

A wine bottle sealed with wax containing a rolled vellum scroll.

A burlap pouch containing a handful of wooden tokens marked with a skull and crossbones on one side and "One Grog" on the other.

A jade carving of a flying fish, inexpertly done and with poor detailing.

An invitation to a charity ball rewarded for substantial devotion and contribution to community and individual well being.

A royal decree ordering all land-holding families to send one armed soldier to an official army muster. Any family that fails to respond is in danger of having their ancestral land titles revoked.

A leather plague doctor's mask with silver frames and buckles.

A copper-plated tin badge of a winged heart.

A wooden flute made of red wood with etchings of leaves around part of its base

An oddly shaped curved wand with elven writing carved within. When held at nighttime it helps its owner sleep peacefully to the sounds of nature.

A large wooden chest with many unique pelts, wrapped one inside the other. In the center a small jade figurine of a humanoid with a fish-like face. It is extremely cold to the touch.

A fancy gold coin with two crowns on both faces. It is literally embedded in a small cube of clearest crystal.

A bright red square tablet of unknown material about three inches to a side with a metal plate that slides to open a tiny window through the tablet that reveals a sheet of black material within. It is lighter than stone, metal, or wood and bears no markings other than a rectangle of gummy residue on one side and a small circular metal coin on the reverse.

A rose quartz paperweight shaped like a crushing fist.

A toy horse carved from bone.

A letter with the following written inside "We only need 300 more gold until we can bring her back and live peacefully once again as a family."

An ivory spoon with teardrop handle.

A miniature portrait of a young chestnut-haired beauty set in a silver frame. She appears to be set against the skyline of a metropolitan city on a sea, as though the portrait was painted from a tall building or hillside.

A tin box decorated with an embossing of a ship in a bottle, containing precision woodworking and knot tying tools with telescoping handles.

A fist sized ball of melted copper coins.

A bronze statuette of a chariot, with horses and charioteer.

A child’s painting framed beautifully. The art itself is fairly lacking but the frame is worth a decent amount, even more to someone who appreciates the juxtaposition of incredibly classy and messy.

A silken caul hair net decorated with small semiprecious stones.

An ebon walking stick with a monogrammed silver handle.

A bone pipe carved with intricate crimson sigils; its smoke appears as writhing shades of the damned.

A scrap of dirty parchment bearing a list of names, some of them crossed off. Investigation reveals all of the names on the list are dead people, mostly buried in the Gilded Graveyard. Those who have been crossed off have recently have their graves’ plundered, their bodies stolen. Further investigation still reveals that these were all jurors in the trial of Isabella Rasping, a necromancer convicted of using a zombies as murder weapons during the infamous “Meatpuppet Murders” two centuries ago. She was executed for the crime by her own creations. Isabella has returned as a revenant with unfinished business; she maintains her innocence and believes she can now prove it, and so is gathering the previous jurors for a kind of “retrial."

A ceramic dining plate edged with copper.

A bandolier from which hang a half dozen small securely stoppered flasks. Each is filled with a noxious substance, preserved at the height of its foulness: Human diarrhea, spoiled milk, vomit, cat urine, skunk stink glands and rotting fish. The flasks are flimsy and designed to break apart when they hit something solid and each stopper has a small eye-hook screwed into the cork. They can be thrown, shot from a sling or flask launcher (A modified light crossbow) or a length of twine has be tied to the eye-hook, creating a tripwire trap.

A brass bust of a famed scholar and medic.

An anklet of braided gold and silver worked with small carnelians.

A set of bagpipes made from the skin of a displacer beast, with the drones and chanter carved from its bones.

An antiquated torture device designed for mutilating hands and fingers.

A leather eyepatch with a turquoise stone surrounded by white agate resembling a crude eye.

A stuffed cockatrice clutching a sculpted marble hand in one talon.

An egg, roughly the size of a goose egg but navy blue with mottled flecks of gold leaf, mounted on a round wooden base with a tiny placard that reads "Imaskari Sun Hawk". When touched, the golden flecks on the egg gently glow that grows brighter and softer in time with the heartbeat of the one touching it and there is the sensation of rustling movement from within.

A fragment of a painting torn from a larger canvas depicting an unfamiliar princess.

A family portrait of an infamous noble house whose eyes seem to follow onlookers.

A pale gourd with ornate glyphs painted in black around the cork at its apex and twine braided about it. Try as one might, nobody has ever been able to open the stopper. A thin metallic clinking can be heard when the gourd is shaken.

A delicate pink flower, carefully preserved with magic and will not wilt or break yet preserves its natural beauty.

An old withered hand, no more than skin drawn taut across bones, and tarnished rings hanging loosely from the fingers. The bearer can rattle the rings on the hand which causes the smell of lilies to fills the air around him.

A small metal top seems like an everyday child’s toy except for the skull engraved into a button in the middle.

A sturdy wooden travel case containing a popular board game known as Roundels. It has similar elements to chess but is played on a circular board with a stylized keep. The game is abstract and is supposed to loosely simulate a siege. There is an attacking player and a defending player and each side has some unique pieces in addition to their common pieces. The etiquette of playing Roundels requires players to participate in two games, one as the attacker and the other as defender.

A horse femur that is as light as a feather.

An old yellowed skull that in spite of its lack of eyeballs, seems to be constantly eyeing the bearer.

A length of ivory shaped like a bone, covered in small onyx spiders that look all too real. The arcane rod can be used as an magical focus and is a grisly sight to behold.

A burlap bag large enough to hold a coconut. It is smooth to the touch and found in the color purple with a golden strap.

An arcane wand that is rough to hold and twists like a wild vine.

A translucent green stone the size of a fat grape. The item is sea glass, a fragment of a bottle that washed around the world and back, until it had no sharp edges.

A satyr statuette which increases the libido of everyone within line of sight of it.

A bewitched letter which appears to be addressed to whoever is currently holding it, describing their features and personality in adoring terms.

A small crystal which, when peered through, appears to show alternate universes. Actually a fragment of a much larger crystal, part of a complex device deep in the Old City.

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morisg1334 · 3 years ago

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With mods and cc moded

Sims 4 winterlake leagcy challenge and 1 family of 20 generation second generation challenge gen 1

Gen 1 rules and the hair doesn’t have to match the parents and need only four to seven skills need to work as a Law only after on your young adult age when you 25 you can upgrade to a new house and have three kids and you only have to have your. Sibling and your hubby in the house no pets only after your son or daughter leave you can have a secret pregnancy if you have mods if you don’t you can still do that without mods and you find out that your dad left you something to use in the house his old stuff

The traits are green fiend vegetarian noncommittal eco innovation

Are

If gen 1 dies from something bad gen 2 takes over what gen 1 didn’t do

Gen 2

Gen 2 Are you need to live in a small or big house but You need to build it and your gen 3 sim But gen two is mom have to babysit gen 3 when gen 2 is at work but her husband can help gen 1 with gen 3 and after she dies gen 3 can get what gen 1 left gen 3 need to go to uni and have sx if you have the mod on pc to have a baby on console players you can get pregnant by accident the baby daddy doesn’t now she is pregnant and they need to live in stragervilie

Your gen 3 can date 2 or 6 different types not Japan or Chinese it need to be something like German

Gen 3 is They need to do the same thing as gen 1 but get in six in a different job and have 9 skilles they need to kept there power a secret only some friends can now but they need to get five in 10 skills only but you need to take this good but she can do they wan to work out but they get sleepy when you see your power going done you start to get panicking but it ok your dad say when they die you need to marry someone with the same traits as you you work from home and at work gen 5 can be soon or later to come

Gen 4 is the occult baby and it’s need to light purple hair and the same thing as gen 4 and you need to have five kids and one of them need to be the heir for gen 6

Gen 5 • skill’s are cooking and logic

- [ ] The Entertainer and you don’t have to complete Bestselling Author aspiration

- [ ] You need to live in what ever world you like

* You can have more then 3 kids but only those four or five children

* Insist on being a good sim and a good chef nobody believes you, not even good at Cooking after they try your food

Gen 6 s light blue and need only four to seven skills need to work as a tech guru only after on your young adult age when you 25 you can pick a different job and have five kids and you only have to have your. Sibling and your hubby in the house no pets only after your son or daughter leave you can have a secret pregnancy if you have mods if you don’t you can still do that without mods

Gen 7 you need to work as Style Influencer need only four to eight skills need to work as a tech guru after 25 only after on your young adult age when you can pick a different thing you like and have five kids and you only have to have your. Sibling and your hubby in the house no pets only after your son or daughter leave you can have a secret pregnancy if you have mods if you don’t you can still do that without mods h the ha

Gen 8 grey gen rules are you need to be a half or full hybride sim you can date a human sim and I need to be a teen you need to be a teen to live with him and when you 20 years old you can age your sim and the sim teen boyfriend the skills are acting Charisma and comedy the aspiration is writing and for the next gen you need to have 6 kids and you can have more after one moves out at a teen

Gen 9 you can have a storie as a teen you can move in what ever packs you have you can live in and add a house or build a house in what ever world all the same stuff from last gen are needed in this gen as well but you need to have two boyfriends and one need to be your bf and in the household as we’ll but this isn’t the end of the challenge there more ok like the challenge I were add more soon

#sims 4 gameplay

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delusionland · 4 years ago

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@liishang hans & shang : AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES!

Hans arrives on campus at 2:47 am---enough time to give himself time to wait for the doors to the gates to automatically unlock for the new semester. (There are other ways into the school, of course, a parking garage right nearby for staff---but Hans? With his Porsche? There’s only one way in, and he sips his Starbucks-brand canned caramel frappacino--that frankly tastes like ass---as he waits outside.

As a second semester student---Hans already has everything planned. He knows the exact layout of the dormitory, where exactly his room is---and he moves the boxes through the halls quickly & efficently, humming a sailor’s tune---no one there to bother him but the Vermont chill & the oppressive quiet & the knowledge that maybe---maybe he should’ve waited to arrive until later in the afternoon, like everyone else did.

He sets up the white-chrome with blue accents PC and the similarly pale desk he made himself---several inspirational photos---not the kind with sayings, but the kind of icelandic hot tubs, and centuries old mansions he printed off of google when he was eight and framed and hung up in his bedroom and has kept ever since----his extensive & color-coordinated blue-white-a hint of pink bedspread of at least three layers of sheets, blankets, and comforters (each, you never know what has been done with mattresses, and there is no such thing as too much protection from the elements) and more decorative pillows than can possibly be humanly sane.

He spritzes the room with his signature scent---perfectly tailored for relaxation and mindfulness. He’s poured over all his files & books & clothes neatly away in his own dividers beneath the bed, or on the desk, leaving the provided drawers in the middle of the room empty---and then, after he switches out of his driving gear into his silk blue pajama set, he spends the allotted time he’s given himself from four am to seven am sleeping doing just that, before he’s meant to shower, change, map out the walk to his courses, and then arrive back to meet his roommate just in time for breakfast.

But what do they say about the best-laid plans...

Hans ends up waking up... a good deal later than he planned. The door very much locked, it’s the knock on the door that wakes him, and then, to his horror---the drool spooling out of his mouth and on to his satin pillow. "Just a minute, please---” He calls in an immediate panic, his voice cracking with morning dius, his hair a horrid mess as he takes off his nightshirt & folds it---just to to put on his binder and put it back on as fast as he possibly can while maintaining the neatness the garment deserves. Quickly buttoning up and flattening his pillow-mussed hair---and to his eternal disappointment in himself when he finds the task finished---with every single one of the buttons ONE button off from its paired mate---he opens the door in a hurry, feigning a good deal more patience than he actually has.

“My eternal apologies.” Why do I even have a roommate? He wants to yell at someone, but he smiles, chipper, all white teeth and charm despite what he believes is a sorry showing. His Father owns Southern Isles Brand Bottled Water! This is RIDICULOUS. “I apologize for the inconvenience,” he says, quickly stepping out of the doorway. “Please come in. It’s wonderful to meet you.”

Great. Great first meeting, genius! Also, how fucking late is it already? Hans is in a Hell of his own making!

#liishang #ch: hans #ic: hans #fandom: disney #fandom: frozen #THERE WE HAVE IT #verse: hans of the southern isles brand of bottled water fortune & company | modern au | hans

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rosalie-starfall · 4 years ago

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I’m bored so I’ll just answer all of these

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee Mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? literally a conversation I had with my 2nd Grade Teacher

Teacher “Kayla, you talk back to much”

Kayla “I do not Talk Back!”

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Soda Bottles

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? Tomboy Preppy Boho Goth?

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows? Both

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Dance

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Coffee and cereal or a granola bar or toast

12. name of your favorite playlist? The Witching Hour, or my Island Life Playlist

13. lanyard or key ring? Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Twizzles or Red Vines

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Of Mice and Men

16. most comfortable position to sit in? With my legs to the side or crossed under me

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? My sketchers

18. ideal weather? Overcast but warm with no wind or snow maybe a tiny bit of rain and some fog!

19. sleeping position? on my stomach

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? PC

21. obsession from childhood? I Dream of Jeannie and The Nanny

22. role model? Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Julia Louis Dreyfus, Carol Burnett, Carrie Fisher,

23. strange habits? None that I can think of.

24. favorite crystal? Rose Quartz and Onyx

25. first song you remember hearing? Walkin on Broken Glass

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Drink at a patio bar

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Drink by a fire

28. five songs to describe you? Different Drum by the stone ponies

29. best way to bond with you? Over Middle Aged Actresses and Fictional Characters

30. places that you find sacred? My Grandma’s Rose Garden Growing up, Disneyland

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Dock Martins, Dark Blue Jeans, Black Off the Shoulder loose fit Tee

32. top five favorite vines? Red?

33. most used phrase in your phone? IDK literally

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Thankfully I don’t have any

35. average time you fall asleep? Around Midnight

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? I honestly have no clue. Maybe the Star trek Engage photo?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase (But it really depends on the trip)

38. lemonade or tea? Both Arnold Palmer!!!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon Cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? It was so long ago I really can’t remember anything weird happening to me

41. last person you texted? My Dad

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Pant Pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Fake Leather Jacket

44. favorite scent for soap? Pumpkin

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? If It’s Comedic I’ll Love whatever

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Birthday suit

47. favorite type of cheese? Colby Jack?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I have no Idea but Apples are my favorite so I’ll go with that

49. what saying or quote do you live by? If you don’t like something do something about it

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? My mom’s Flip Flop breaking at the movie theater and her trying to get out to the car. OMG even just that little summer I’m crying from laughing at the memory

51. current stresses? Money, Covid, Politics, the world, anything and everything

52. favorite font? Open Dyslexic

53. what is the current state of your hands? Sad, dry, Scratched

54. what did you learn from your first job? you might get free food sometimes

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition? watching shows with my family on Wednesdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? I don’t think I’ve overcome anything

58. four talents you’re proud of having? I’m really good at cutting men’s hair, I think I’m quite good at making gifs, I think I’m pretty good at writing (it’s something I’m working on) I can Quote Both Addams Family movies in their entirety just from hearing the musical score

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Tits

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Like Sailor Moon?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? “Ain’t no bitches gonna hunt no ghosts”

62. seven characters you relate to? Liz Lemon, Elaine Benes, Lavinia Dickinson, Zelda Spellman, Barbara Minerva, Shirley Feeney, Jillian Holtzmann

63. five songs that would play in your club? My heart will go on (Remix by the Math Club), Dreams by deep Dish Feat Stevie Nicks, Doin it right by Daft Punk, Shake Senora Feat T-Pain & Sean Paul, April Showers By Proleter

64. favorite website from your childhood? Pixie Hollow (online game) BTW “Website from my childhood” Is very limited we didn’t have internet until I was like 10ish

65. any permanent scars? I have a scar under my right eyebrow from Chicken Pox

66. favorite flower(s)? Poppies and Roses

67. good luck charms? I don’t have any

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I hate fish but also just meat in general

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Carley Simon had terrible stage fright and couldn’t preform in front of audiences. I’m pretty sure that’s a true statement.

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favorite pattern? Abuse?

72. worst subject? Men and Hetero Shit

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I’m not one for weird Flavor Combos

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 2... I don’t fuck around. I try and get ahead of the pain

75. when did you lose your first tooth? I have no Idea

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Fries, Skillet, and Whorehouse

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? succulent?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Coffee from the Gas station

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School ID

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth Tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Lightning Bugs

82. pc or console? PC

83. writing or drawing? Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly Pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? Caves, Mines, and the Ocean

88. your greatest wish? To be a writer

89. who would you put before everyone else? My siblings

90. luckiest mistake? Quitting Homeadvisor

91. boxes or bags? Boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy Lights

93. nicknames? Punkin, Kayla Bean, KP, Pain

94. favorite season? Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone? Tumblr and Instagram

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 2 (My mom’s and my dad’s)

98. favorite historical era? 1930s and 1940s

#me #my life #getting to know me #because i'm bored

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axther · 5 years ago

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children are meant to be cradled, not placed in wars

a bnha/reader fic

chapter one

YN was normal.

She lived in a neighbourhood that had good families and minimal crime. She was popular at school, and her best friend was the quiet, weird kid stereotype. Some part of YN wondered why it was all monotone, but then her friend would pull her along and they would commit some minor crime like regular teenagers.

One day, after hopping over fences into a house that YN and her friend had deemed their own but definitely hadn’t bought, said friend was staring at YN.

The friend, Soma Quinn, wasn’t normal. She always wore the same clothes (a pair of worn jeans, a Bethesda Dark Brotherhood jacket, grey converse, and a black tank top), and had to repeat herself to get her points across. She had only one ear, as when she was seven, she played with scissors too much and sheared it off. She kept to herself and looked constantly like she wanted to fight someone. But Soma was sweet and would babble for hours about her games and stories.

Today, though, something was off.

Soma had a slight staring problem. She would retract into her head like a turtle, it’s shell and stare into nothing. But, if she was staring at something in particular, like YN, then that was exactly what she was thinking of.

“What’s up? Thinkin’ about, uhh,” YN dropped her voice. “Murder?”

“Kidnapping, actually.”

“Ooh, fancy. Who?”

“You.” Soma batted her eyes.

“Oh?” YN smirked. “You should take me out to dinner first.” “What do you call this?”

“Oof, fair.” YN blinked. “But seriously. What’s up?”

“I’ve been having dreams again.” Soma frowned. “Nightmares.”

YN furrowed her brow, standing up. “What is it this time?”

“You know that thing where your ear rings out of nowhere and you wonder if you’ve got tinnitus or something?” Soma began biting her lip, the previous abrasions on the bottom lip not even having scabbed over yet.

“Yeah?”

“It starts out like that. Then I see this big ass comet. And then, like, it’s Fallout Four, without any green mods. And there’s no Sole Survivor.”

YN was silent. Soma had nightmares, ones that she took medicine for, but they would always come true. They varied; from YN’s father getting into a car accident to one of their classmates trying to shoot up the school. Every time Soma called out her dreams, actions would be taken, and disaster would be avoided. And they were always right.

“What can we do, Som?”

“Gay panic, probably.” Soma put her head on her fist. “We can’t stop a comet, but…”

YN stopped pacing. “But, what?”

Soma said nothing but continued staring at YN. The bigger youth began pacing again, and her eyes started tearing up.

“Oh my god. I don’t want to die. What about Mom and Dad? And...and we didn’t get to grow up! I wanted to go to the WTF Championships after my internship! You wanted to work at Bethesda! God! What the fuck!”

“There’s a hack we can use. But just us.”

“But what about-”

“Everyone else thought I was a freak. Even my own parents. But you don’t. Or if you do, then you don’t care. And honestly, that’s even better. I would kill for you, and I would die for you.” Soma glanced up at YN, and YN felt a chill go down her spine. There was a dark look in Soma’s eyes that was dangerous, like something deep and primal that neither of them had seen before had been untapped.

“I can’t let you die.”

Before YN could say anything more, a blue light lit up the floor. At first, it was just a circular pattern with a script that YN didn’t recognise, but then it filled out until lit looked like a cyan liquid (definitely not water; it wouldn’t be this bright) that splashed around and landed on YN’s bare arms. The outside of it began to collapse, with splintered wood and asbestos crumbling into dust and nothingness. YN started to pant, trying to grasp the situation.

“What the hell? Som, Som, what-”

“I am so sorry, YN/N.” Soma’s dark look became guilty and sad. “You and I can live free, now.”

“Wait-!”

And then, YN fell.

Falling to her death was nothing like what YN expected.

In all the movies and books and shows, it took a long time, with inner dialogue playing and no actual worry. But this was completely different. YN couldn’t think, and her throat felt like it had been sucker punched. The wind rushed past her, and she couldn’t breathe, and oh god, she was going to die-

But then, the smell of pine trees and sweat and a swath of white and black took over her senses.

Something, someone, had grabbed her bridal style, seven hundred feet in the air.

“I’ve got you! Don’t panic!”

The voice was loud and almost squeaky, but male. He seemed like a teenager, but no teenager could jump as high as YN was. She shook, her mind fuzzy and boggled. There was a controlled descent now, and YN could breathe again. When he landed, he gently set her down on her feet, and she fell to her knees.

“Oh! Are you ok? Are you injured?”

His voice was drowned out by the buzzing in her ears, and a distant humming. She could’ve sworn that it was familiar before it abruptly stopped.

“-s hurt, and she won’t respond, and oh gosh! What if she’s injured? How do I get her attention? Eraserhead hasn’t shown us emergency procedure yet, and what if she’s in shock? Of course, she’s in shock, you idiot!” The boy, who too had kneeled, was non-stop mumbling to himself. YN didn’t look up, but she listened.

“She hasn’t suffocated, I don’t think...ah! What would All Might do? Should I get Thirteen? He’ll know what to do! He is a pro-hero, after all! But she shouldn’t be left on her own...should I ask Ochako? I probably shouldn’t yell, she might have a headache from that fall. And I didn’t bring my phone! Ah!”

YN glanced up, and she had her breath taken away for the second time that day.

The boy before her (he was definitely a boy, she conceded) had huge green eyes and a smattering of freckles in perfect twin diamonds, but what astounded her the most was the mop of green hair. It looked perfectly natural, and even a little bit ungroomed, and it was increasingly surreal the more she looked at him. He was ridiculously pretty and seemed like he had stepped out of a movie.

“Excuse me,” She croaked. Her throat hurt, but she was confused above all.

“Ah!” The boy jumped again, striking a pose that seemed like an exaggerated surprise. “You can talk!”

“Where am I?” The more she glanced around, the less familiar it was, and the boy got out of the pose.

“You’re in Mustafu, ma’am.” He kneeled again. “Are you feeling alright?” He stuttered a bit on the ‘alright’, but seemed determined.

“For, uh,” YN glanced up, but the sinkhole was gone. “For falling, I think so.”

“Can you walk?” He held out a hand, and YN grabbed it. It had scars littered all over it, but it seemed quite soft.

She tested her weight and found that she was alright, for the most part. She nodded.

“I need to take you to some pro-heroes, so they can take care of you. Okay?” He tilted her head when she let out an undignified snort.

“Heroes?”

“Yeah,” He looked confused. “You know, like Thirteen, and Present Mic, and All…” He trailed off when YN’s brow furrowed further.

“What?”

“Oh no!” He looked shocked and guilty. “Maybe you hit your head and forgot!”

“Forgot-no, I didn’t forget-”

“Come on! We need to get you checked!”

He ushered her towards two figures and an ambulance, one of which looked like an over-inflated astronaut. Only then did YN realise that there was a huge crater in the ground, stemming from where the sinkhole was situated above. She blinked, perhaps stupidly, before pointing to it.

“Did I...do that?”

The boy glanced over and grinned sheepishly. “No, haha...that was me.”

YN paled. “You?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of a side effect of my quirk. I can’t control it too well. I’m getting better though!” He grinned cheerily, and YN paled.

“What?” She whimpered, but the boy didn’t hear her. He took her to the astronaut and a blonde man.

“Thirteen! This is the girl that fell! I think she has some memory problems…”

“Good job, Midoriya.” The astronaut turned to YN and took her spare hand. “Please, come with me. We’re gonna give you a check-up.”

YN choked on her words, glancing between the astronaut and the boy Midoriya, and then to the blonde man with the gravity-defying peaked hair and yellow sunglasses that wouldn’t stop grinning. The astronaut gently guided her to an older woman, letting the teen sputter the entire time.

“This is Recovery Girl,” He gestured. “She can take care of you, and see if you have any head injuries.”

He handed her over, and YN stared at the woman. She was most definitely not a girl and reminded her of her grandmother, but she looked matronly and had a pink and purple visor.

“Hello. Come, sit, sit!” She patted at the edge of the ambulance, and YN did as she was told. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a massive medical needle and felt her heart leap up to her throat. Recovery Girl followed her line of sight and laughed.

“Don’t worry! That’s my cane! It matches my line of work, obviously.” She smiled, and YN felt a little less apprehensive.

“What?” YN murmured, biting her lip.

“Does anything hurt, my dear?” Recovery Girl began putting pressure on YN’s limbs, seeing if there was pain. “It doesn’t look like anything is broken, but it is a precaution to check.”

“My head…” YN felt like her skull was splitting from her fresh migraine. “It hurts.”

“Ah!” Recovery Girl leapt up, and YN had to admit, she was surprisingly spry and youthful. She went behind YN and gently placed her palms on her cranium. There was a feather-light touch, and the pain seeped away. Inexplicable sleepiness came over YN, and she felt her eyes begin to drop.

Her head nodded forward, and she fell asleep.

(Me, a full ass gamer w/ Xbox, Playstation, PC, and Switch: what r some,,,,,,,,vido gaem word)

#bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #ochako urakara x reader #iida tenya x reader #children are meant to be cradled not placed in wars #camtbcnpiw #camt

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touhou-gensoudairantou · 5 years ago

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Moveset #1! (Sorry to keep you waiting!)

REIMU SHOOTS FOR VICTORY! Reimu Hakurei (High-Flying Shrine Maiden)

(Quick note: If I’m basing it on something, don’t expect a 100% faithful transition)

Potential Alternate Costumes:

-Her blue palette from Phantasmagoria of Flower View, plus her other swaps from Scarlet Weather Rhapsody.

-Other variations on her outfit from the other games. (See her page on touhouwiki.net lol)

-PC-98 design

Overview: Reimu Hakurei is an all-around good fighter. The beautiful shrine maiden is quick, and has plenty of options for ranged and close combat, and even a dangerous trap or two to hunt down her opponents. She’ll float circles around you if you’re not careful~!

Standard: A 3-hit combo of three swings of her gohei, each sending some Ofuda to the opponent in a thin spread. The third comes down on the opponent and sends multiple Ofuda at once. The Ofuda have far better range than Mega Man’s buster. The gohei itself has medium knockback.

Up Tilt: Ascension Kick. Reimu kicks upward. Medium knockback, good for knocking around the Yin Yang Orb.

Down Tilt: Persuasion Needles. Reimu throws these needles at an opponent’s feet. Doesn’t have great range or knockback, but it does some nice damage.

Side Tilt: Youkai Buster. Fires some spreading purple amulets straight ahead. Deals good damage, but doesn’t have great knockback.

Dash Attack: Sliding Ascension Kick. A sliding kick much like the one she uses in Highly Responsive to Prayers to knock around the Yin Yang Orb. Can transition directly into her regular Ascension Kick.

Side Smash: Yin Yang Shot. A Yin Yang Orb is sent flying at the opponent, and a barrier is left where it is launched. It bounces off the ground and walls, until it reaches the barrier, where it’ll then accelerate to super speeds. The orb can be knocked around with other attacks from enemy and ally alike, but despawns when it does direct damage to an opponent. If it falls off the stage, it’ll disappear with the barrier.

Up Smash: Jewel Sign "Orbs of Light, Cast into Shade”. Reimu spawns in four small blue Yin Yang Orbs, two headed for the left, two headed for the right. They’re not very strong, but they move faster than the Yin Yang Shot’s Orb. This also means they’re easier to knock around IF they get hit, but they don’t disappear upon contact with opponents.

Down Smash: Cautionary Barrier. Throws down a couple of amulets that make a wall that can absorb bullets. Stuns on contact.

Back Aerial: Sealing Needle. Reimu spins backwards and fires off a bunch of needles at once. Good spread and range, but low knockback.

Front Aerial: Frontal Defense Talisman. Frontal shot that fires amulets which then divide into small bullets and shoot forward over a wide area. Weak after spreading out, but can provide cover.

Up Aerial: Mid-Air Ascension Kick. Same as regular Ascension Kick, but quicker.

Down Aerial: Demon-Sealing Dimensional Rift. Quicky throws down several needles in a wide arc. Doesn’t do much damage, but can be angled.

Neutral B: Spirit Sign “Fantasy Orb”. Fires a series of multi-colored homing spirit orbs, which do good damage. Amount depends on charge, up to eight.

Side B: Spirit Sign “Evil-Sealing Circle”. Reimu places her hand on the ground, summoning a pillar of light around her, damaging those who touch it. She also sends fast charms flying towards you with her then follows up with slow moving amulets.

(Combines elements of the above images.)

Up B: Divine Arts "Sky-Conquering Wind God Kick". A series of strong Ascension Kicks. Heavy knockback, perfect for finishers.

Down B: Dream Sign “Duplex Barrier”. Reimu sends Hakurei Shrine Amulets flying all around her, doing damage on contact, as well as reflecting projectiles. If used in midair, she floats until the B button is released or 10 seconds have passed, and can be maneuvered to move around briefly. The longer she’s in this state, the slower she’ll be and the more likely she’ll be made vulnerable when she emerges.

(This but condensed)

Okay, before we see a fairly obvious Final Smash, I would like to address the questions you probably have. “Where’s Fantasy Seal?” “Tsuki, where the fuck is Fantasy Seal” “Justin, I swear to Christ if there’s no Fantasy Seal I will end you.” Well, to answer your questions, I’m gonna have to ask you to bear with me for a brief moment. Allow me to introduce the “Bomb” mechanic, set forth to me by ya boi Mori (@fall-in-the-dark). By pressing A and B at the same time, you summon forth a Final Smash-like desperation attack that does plenty of damage and is activatable at any time (even when launched or stunned), but you only get two per stock. A Bomb will be given to all Touhou characters, and depending on fan reception I’ll apply this mechanic to all fighters. Please look forward to it.

Bomb: Divine Spirit “Fantasy Seal”. A souped up version of Divine Spirit “Fantasy Orb”. The damage is less, but the amount of bullets and their homing properties have been greatly increased. Cannot be reflected, but they can be absorbed/dodged if you’re skilled enough.

Final Smash: Fantasy Heaven. Upon casting, seven Yin-Yang orbs appear. Reimu becomes utterly intangible, as amulets, ofuda, and needles fly out everywhere from her body. The Yin Yang Orbs fly across the screen in three patterns, connected with pink streams of medium-damaging energy (The Orbs themselves do more damage upon contact). The first has them come from the upper left corner, arranged in a pentagram shape with two of the orbs swirling in the center. The second from the upper right corner, in the shape of the tassels on Reimu’s gohei. The third and final pattern resembles a massive Yin Yang Orb, and comes from the top of the screen and stops to orbit Reimu. The Orbs then suspend in midair and then explode into energy of all colors. These explosions do great damage/knockback.

Stage Entrance (Regular Ver.) Floats down serenely.

Stage Entrance (PC-98 Ver.) Rides onto the battlefield on Genjii’s back.

(Pictured: Grandpa Turtle)

Idle Animation: Floats slightly above the ground. Occasionally she spins her gohei around in her hand.

Walk: Floats forward, leaning slightly.

Dash: Leans further foward, hand clenching gohei harder.

Jump: Floaty, stays up after double jump if button/stick is held. Like Peach/Daisy.

Taunts:

-Up: Faces the camera and shrugs non-challantly.

-Down: Sits down and takes a drink of tea from a cup, looking bored.

-Side: Reimu holds out a donation box and shakes it around.

Taunts (PC-98 Ver.):

-Up: Reimu turns to the camera and strikes this pose from HRtP’s manual.

-Down: Genjii appears for a brief moment by Reimu, saying “Press on, my lady!” while Reimu pumps herself back up.

-Side: Reimu spins around, and strikes a peace sign with a “Yeah~!”

Victory Poses:

-Straightens out her hair and flashes a bored peace sign, saying “Are we done here?”

-Flops down onto the ground, acting exhausted, saying “I need a nap...” or “What a pain...”

-Turns around, and holds up her gohei, smiling slightly. “That was fun.”

Victory Poses (PC-98 Ver.):

-Strikes this very adorable, very familiar pose.

-The Yin-Yang Orb transforms into either a pink fairy or a joyful spherical creature as Reimu looks on smiling.

-Hops back onto Genjii, and rides toward the screen on him, giggling/saying “Let’s go, Gramps!” or “Too easy!” as he says “At once!” or “Indeed!”

(Feel free to give me feedback! And uh... pls reblog? Pls?)

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fearsbellsarchived · 5 years ago

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TAGGED: @hardcoreproved TAGGING: YOU!

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

NAME - pacifica elise northwest iv EYE COLOUR - blue. HAIR STYLE / COLOUR - blonde, long HEIGHT - 5′3″ CLOTHING STYLE - high-end fashion, trendy, girly BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE - her eyes

LAYER TWO : THE INSIDE

FEARS - bells, the ringing of bells, letting someone too close and them being horrified by who she really is, letting her guard down GUILTY PLEASURE - 80s cult classic movies BIGGEST PET PEEVE - being underestimated, being negated to her family’s history AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE - to become (insert verse specific occupation here), to get away from her parents and her name

LAYER THREE : THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS UPON WAKING UP: checks her phone for messages. probably wonders what her bf or bff are doing, depending on the verse WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MOST: being perfect, setting the right image for her family, also probably her bf WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: probably runs the day over in her head and tries to deduce what she could’ve done better, the next day and what needs done. again, her bf WHAT YOUR BEST QUALITY IS: her determination and stubbornness

LAYER FOUR : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES - single. group dates feel awkward (especially w mabel) TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED - respected for who she is aside from her family. she’d love to be loved, but if she had to pick, that’s what she’d pick. otherwise, why not both? don’t they go hand-in-hand anyways? BEAUTY OR BRAINS - she’d keep her brains over her beauty, but why not both? DOGS OR CATS - she doesn’t hate cats but she’s a dog person.

LAYER FIVE : DO YOU…

LIE - all the time BELIEVE IN YOURSELF - for the most part BELIEVE IN LOVE - rarely WANT SOMEONE - more than anything

LAYER SIX : EVER BEEN …

BEEN ON STAGE: yes. DONE DRUGS: verse dependant, but she’s probably at least smoked weed at a party or two when it’s just being passed around. CHANGED WHO YOU WERE TO FIT IN: she doesn’t have to. she sets the standard to fit.

LAYER SEVEN : FAVORITES

FAVOURITE COLOR - pink FAVOURITE ANIMAL - she likes llamas, penguins, and dogs FAVOURITE MOVIE - toss up between star wars viii and clueless, probably FAVOURITE GAME - i keep forgetting she pc games. she would def dig the old cartoony feel of cuphea.d tbh.

LAYER EIGHT : AGE

DAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE - september 19th HOW OLD WILL YOU BE - verse dependent. AGE YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY - mostly verse dependent but odds are she’s been to most of the bases in her superficial relationships. DOES AGE MATTER - she’ll tell you no bc she’s fine w the attention she gets from the men at her father’s parties. but in reality they creep her out on a level and she’d rather have a guy not too much older than her

LAYER NINE : IN A PERSON

BEST PERSONALITY - sarcastic. kind. funny. she likes people who can verbally spar w her w ease and not get too worked up about it either. BEST EYE COLOUR - ngl she probs has a thing for green eyes. (sorry dipper) BEST HAIR COLOUR - blonds like blonds what can i say? (did i just accidentally describe ar.nold sho.rtman?) BEST THING TO DO WITH A PARTNER - she likes feeling like she can talk to him. it doesn’t mean she wants to v badly, but the fact she feels safe enough to talk to him is a lot.

LAYER TEN : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE - shoes I FEEL - fabulous I HIDE - everything I MISS - dipper my friends I WISH - i were normal

#💎 MY HEART IS SO ICY. ╱ headcannons.#💎 QUEUE MAKES PROBLEMS GO AWAY. ╱ queue.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Perfectly Imperfect: Epilogue

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Perfectly Imperfect Masterlist | Chris & Wren Masterlist

Chapter 9

Epilogue

July 6, 2028

The house was quiet when Chris entered the mud room via the garage at one in the morning. He pulled off his shoes and stuck them on the shelf marked "Daddy" and then left his suitcase with all his dirty clothes next to the washing machine.

Entering the kitchen, he smiled when he saw that the girls had made him a "Welcome Home Daddy!" sign and had hung it on the edge of the island. He had spent the last week doing promos for a new film and was happy to finally be home where he belonged.

He took the kitchen stairs two at a time to get to the floor where his wife and daughters all slept. The first door he came to was painted a bold purple with a turquoise "A" printed on it. He hadn't been sure of the idea when Addy and Wren had presented it to him when they first moved in, but the house wouldn't be complete without unique touches like this.

Pushing the ajar door open, he smiled when he saw his 10-year-old daughter curled up with their aging Austrian shepherd, Gus. They had adopted the, then two-year-old, dog shortly after he and Wren had gotten married seven years ago; the same day that Wren had legally adopted Addy.

When it came to her birth mom, Addy hadn't had any questions until just recently and it was more out of curiosity than anything else. Because of these questions, part of his trip to LA had included a visit with Jessa and her husband. They hadn't been ready for a face to face conversation, but Jessa had given Chris her business card and told him that Addy could email her any questions she may have and she'd answer them if she could. They all knew, however, there were some topics that couldn't be address via email or until the pre-teen was an adult herself. It was a talk that Chris wasn't looking forward to having with his daughter, but he knew it would have to happen as soon as they had time.

Returning her door to how he found it, he moved down to the next door which was based in a pale pink and then had a lime green "D" and a magenta purple "S" on it. There had been a lot of debate about the door and Chris wasn't looking forward to a repeat of it when he had to redo the door in a few weeks when they moved the girls' rooms around to make room for the new baby.

The door was already opened halfway due to the needs of its occupants. At almost five, his and Wren's second oldest, Dakota, liked to sleep in a dark room, but her three-year-old sister Savannah preferred to have the light from the hallway on her at all times. It had taken them a couple weeks to get it setup to accommodate both girls' needs, but, in the end, they had worked it out.

From the doorway, Chris could see little Savannah stretched out on her stomach with the family's orange tabby cat, Oliver, snuggled up to her side. In order to see Dakota, he had to move into the room and pull aside the blackout curtain that was attached to the ceiling above her bed. Like her other sisters, she was dead to the world and didn't even flinch, though her sleeping buddy, the family's other dog Patch, a Dalmatian, looked up at him with one eye. Chris pressed his finger to his mouth and then backed away from the bed. He stood still for a moment, wondering if Patch was going to get up and follow him, but he soon heard the dog start snoring again.

Leaving the room, Chris moved across the hall to the nursery. The closed door was painted a pale yellow and, currently, had the letter "B" written on it. Opening the door, he tiptoed in and closed it softly behind him. The door to his and Wren's room was partially open and he could see the outline of his pregnant wife from where he stood. Smiling, he made his way over to the crib and smiled down at his and Wren's youngest daughter, Brooklyn, 18 months.

As he watched the baby sleep, he couldn't help but reflect on the last seven years. They had been the best years of his life. He loved making movies and acting, but he had scaled back so he could spend more time with his girls. Thanks to the Marvel movies, he and Wren were set for life and he was sure even his future grandchildren would be fine as long as they were wise with the money.

Leaving the nursery, Chris went into the bedroom he shared with Wren and stared longingly at the bed. A part of him just wanted to undress and climb in next to her, but he'd been traveling all day and he needed to shower first.

He showered quickly and then put on a pair of plaid pajama pants, a necessity with daughters who didn't know how to knock. Returning to the bedroom, he smiled when he saw Wren sitting up.

"Welcome home." She smiled at him as he climbed into the bed.

"Good to be home," he replied. He kissed her and then tugged playfully on the braid she always put her hair into for bed. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, the baby did," she said and both of their eyes dropped to her swollen belly.

"Do I need to have a talk with him or her?" Chris asked, sternly. He didn't wait for her answer as he leaned down and started to talk to her belly.

Wren laughed as his whispers tickled her skin. She couldn't hear what he was saying to the baby, but the baby responded with a kick. "Ouch!" she said, rubbing the spot where she was jabbed. "I thought you were going to calm the baby down."

"I forgot I'm not the kid wrangler," he replied, smoothing her stomach with his hand.

"No you're just a super hero dad," Wren smiled at him. "Did you see the girls' sign in the kitchen?"

"I did and I loved it," Chris said then stifled a yawn.

"Time to go to sleep," Wren laughed. "The girls are excited to see you and I don't think they'll let you sleep in."

"Oh the joys of being a parent," Chris sighed.

"Says the one who checked on all the girls and was secretly disappointed that none of them were still awake," Wren stated.

"Guilty," Chris chuckled as he laid back against the pillows with Wren's body cuddled up against him.

Savannah was the first to join them a few hours later with her shadow Oliver. Little girl and cat crawled into bed, her laying down on top of Chris and the cat curling up by his pillows. A little while later, Dakota and Patch joined them, too. An hour or so later, Addy came into the room via the nursery carrying Brooklyn with Gus following them.

"I think we need a bigger bed," Chris told Wren once they were all in the bed together. He and Wren were both partially sitting with the youngest two cuddled up to them while Addy and Dakota laid between them with both dogs and Oliver curled up at their feet.

"Daddy, can we watch cartoons?" Dakota asked after a while.

"Sure," Chris nodded. He handed her the tablet that controlled the TV and let her choose what they would watch.

It took her a few minutes, but Dakota eventually picked a series of old Disney cartoons that Chris and Wren had grown up watching. As a family, they watched a couple before they heard the first tummy rumble.

"Mom, can I go get the cupcakes?" Addy asked, excitedly.

"Great idea," Wren nodded.

"What cupcakes?" Chris asked as Addy sprinted from the room.

"It's our seventh wedding anniversary," Wren reminded him. "And at my sonogram this week, the doctor was able to determine the sex of the baby."

"I knew our anniversary," Chris said. "But I didn't know the second part. What are we having?"

"That's what we're about to find out," Wren said as Addy returned with a pink bakery box. "I had her write it on a card and then I took it to our favorite bakery and had them make us cupcakes with a filling that is either blue or pink."

Addy set the box down in the middle of the bed and then they moved so they were all surrounding it.

"Alright," Wren said. "Before we bite into our cupcakes, let's find out what you guys want it to be. Addy?"

"A boy!"

"Dakota?"

"A girl!"

"Savannah?"

"A girl!"

"Brooklyn?"

The one and half year old blinked in response, making them all laugh.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" Addy asked her youngest sister. "Say 'mommy' for a girl or 'daddy' for a boy."

"Momma," Brooklyn replied from around her binkie.

"Alright, so that is three for another girl and one vote for a boy," Wren said. "What do you want, Chris?"

"I love my girls and I will be happy with another, but I wouldn't mind having a boy," Chris replied.

"How very politically correct of you," Wren laughed. "I'll be less PC and say I'd love to have a little boy."

"So how are we going to do this?" Chris asked, gesturing to the cupcakes.

"We'll each grab one and then we'll count to three before we take a bite," Wren explained.

They each grabbed a cupcake and then held it in their hands save for Brooklyn whose hands were too small to hold the cupcake. They put her in front of the cake box, but before they could stop her, the one-and-a-half-year-old grabbed a fist full of her cupcake and brought it to her lips, revealing the blue filling.

"It's a boy!" Addy shouted and then bite into her own cupcake. They followed her lead and confirmed that the filling of all the cupcakes was indeed blue.

"We're having a boy," Wren said as she looked at Chris with tears in her eyes. "A boy!"

Grinning, Chris leaned over and pressed a kiss to Wren's frosting covered lips. In four short months, baby Austin would be joining the family.

A little over eight years ago, he had returned to Boston thinking his love life was dead and wanting to make the best life for Addy that he could. He hadn't foreseen that he would fall in love with his best friend, Wren, marry her and have three more daughters and a son with her, but that is exactly what had happened.

Exactly seven years ago, he and Wren had stood in front of a small gathering of their family and friends and had promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. A promise that he planned to keep until he took his last breath.

THE END

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 7 years ago

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Trinkets, Worthless, 7: These trinket are garbage plain and simple. They would be termed vendor trash or junk loot in video games. They aren’t touched by stray magic or mystery as with regular trinkets, aren’t made from valuable materials and aren’t particularly useful even if they aren’t damaged.

A wheel of blue cheese that's been dyed red.

A black burlap satchel containing five burned and charred wooden coins.

A small pouch of cinnamon dust.

An inverted monkey skull dusted with traces of silver and gold shavings.

A bouquet of dried belladonna flowers that have an odd smell to them

An empty copper scroll tube with a broken wax seal.

A stuffed falcon, tattered with age, with black onyx eyes.

A battered goblin skull

A pewter thimble

A rusty handsaw

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A wheel of blue cheese that's been dyed red.

A black burlap satchel containing five burned and charred wooden coins.

A small pouch of cinnamon dust.

An inverted monkey skull dusted with traces of silver and gold shavings.

A bouquet of dried belladonna flowers that have an odd smell to them

An empty copper scroll tube with a broken wax seal.

A stuffed falcon, tattered with age, with black onyx eyes.

A battered goblin skull

A pewter thimble

A rusty handsaw

A bright red hooded cape sized for a child, spattered with dried blood.

An unused paintbrush made of horsehair and pinewood.

A low, three-legged stool topped by an uncomfortable brass seat

A finger lengthed decorative pewter fish with green colored glass eyes.

A burlap sack packed with straw and a dozen chicken eggs that have been hollowed out and filled with white flour.

A small brown glass jar sealed with wax and with a gray dust inside. A white label is affixed to the jar, and reads: “Zombie Dust” in a shaky script.

A hand-fan of clipped, black-dyed harpy feathers bound with copper wire. The dark feathers still smell as foul as the beasts they were taken from

A thick leather satchel containing 100 clay marbles, equally divided into four different Random Colours of 25 marbles each.

A wooden tube containing sheet music for a popular folk song adapting it to tablature which requires a three-handed (All of them left) mandolin player

A crude wand made from a goblin’s femur and set with a cracked jet stone lashed to the bone with sinew.

A brown and red flecked egg, the size of a loaf of bread, that gives off a rancid scent.

A set of six quill nibs used for scroll making.

A set of dentures made from old wood that smells horribly and has small hunks of what is hopefully food stuck between the teeth.

A shrunken goblin head

A pair of tarnished steel tweezers

A small vial of cheap cologne

A pair of steel tweezers made to fit the hands of a large creature.

A burlap bag containing a gold sifter and a pound of pyrite (Fool’s gold) nuggets.

A small sack with two dozen unused corks of various sizes and shapes.

An old wooden bucket full of mismatched spoons.

A sealed letter that refuses to open

A sealed, empty glass vial that can't be opened and will never break

A one-gallon cask of pickled eels.

A thrice-folded sheet of paper with incomplete punchlines to six knock-knock jokes.

A ratty burlap pouch containing nine small stones, each a slightly different shade of blue.

A small scrap of paper, upon which is written, “Do you like me? YES or NO?”

A key ring with three small keys looped on it labeled, “This one,” “That one,” and “The other one.”

A brand new, but tragically empty, wallet.

A weather worn wooden board, inscribed with patterns which make it clear that it was once used for a game whose rules have long since been lost to time.

A woodcutter's axe that refuses to cut anything but wood.

A child’s puppet which is normal in all respects, except for the third eye on its forehead.

A small granite pebble which registers faintly as magical, but which is otherwise wholly unremarkable.

A large wood chip which acts as a magnet, despite its non-metallic nature.

A large wire and glass spectacle, designed for a creature possessed of only a single eye in the middle of their head.

A pair of six-fingered gloves, along with a single matching seven-fingered glove. The set is made of supple black leather, and stitched with white thread.

A dismembered skeletal hand clutching an unopened letter. If the seal is broken and the message read, it warns its would-be recipient to guard against an eminent betrayal.

A monogrammed handkerchief with a set of initials you do not recognize

A morbid shopping list consisting of random body parts with hints as to what evil concoctions the parts are needed for.

A small unlabeled brown glass bottle with a reddish liquid inside.

A smooth oval shaped rock with the word “Family” chiseled into it in a fine script.

A faded 2’x4’ watercolor painting of a young couple in old world wedding attire, set in a pewter frame.

A white food-prep apron that fits over the neck at the front and ties around the waist at the back. It looks like it has seen heavy use but has been repeatedly cleaned with lye soap and only has minor stains.

A pair of thick knit, heat proof mittens used by cooks to handle hot objects. The cuffs go half way up wearer’s forearms and can handle extremely hot metals and ceramics without issue.

A pair of child sized pink wool mittens with a cat face design on the back of each. They are strung together at the wrists by wool cord.

A pair of dried and preserved human hands, sewn together and made to be worn as a pair of earmuffs.

A mummified troglodyte's hand

Half of an iron holy symbol of Bane, the evil deity of tyranny and war.

A small burlap pouch filled with various animal teeth

A painted lute missing its strings

A bloodstained map of the local area.

A coin purse containing a pair of jade earplugs

A small stoppered vial of clear glass that cannot be uncorked. The vial is empty

A bit of slime in a jar. When the jar is opened, the slime tries it's hardest to stay as deep in the jar as it can and wise PCs feels as though they shouldn't touch it.

A brass locket containing a picture of an unrecognizable child.

A barely fathomable map of an infinite labyrinth that is all but illegible and seems to loop back on itself in several instances.

An unfinished nude drawing of a man with an eye patch.

A deflated leather ball.

A pamphlet preaching the glories of “Nameless: The Double Faced Gnome”.

A crude sketch of a goblin entitled “Leonard”.

A half built wooden sled.

A pouch of various dried mushrooms. It's probably not wise to consume them without proper identification first.

A statuette of a goblin made from a coprolite.

A wand sized for a kobold made of glued together chicken bones

A wooden scroll tube containing a deed to a large bridge in a fairly populated area as well as the consent of the king to collect tolls from pedestrians. The deed is an obvious forgery only an absolute imbecile would believe that it's genuine.

A cabbage that cannot be eaten. It can be torn apart or destroyed but no part of it can be chewed or swallowed.

A gold-painted rock that resembles a gold nugget but would never pass as one.

A defective red boomerang that never returns to the person who throws it.

A deed to a large castle and the five acres of land around it. The deed is an obvious forgery and none of the PC's are sure if the place even exists in the first place

A cork that has a faint aroma of orange.

A single large mushroom that smells of butterscotch and rot.

A battered scabbard that smells strongly of old cheese.

A rusty speculum.

A broken lute covered in bloodstains.

A old dagger that has rusted into its sheath and cannot be removed.

A empty miser's coinpurse whose drawstrings can only be untied by a particularly dexterous PC.

A child's wooden sword, with the names of several children carved into the side. It is completely covered blood stains which vary in age.

A pewter spoon that (According to the initials on it) was owned by a rich but miserly landlord of a nearby city. If the gossip you’ve heard about him is true, it’s likely that after it went missing he started eating his soup with a fork rather than buy a new spoon.

A jar containing an alchemical salve that is labeled "Apply to soles once per week." However, the salve has solidified into a waxy mass.

A folded paper frog that when unfolded, can be read the uplifting message: “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single hop.”

A bracelet braided from the ligaments of an unknown creature, with a single charm carved from a humanoid tooth.

A piece of torn linen cloth worn soft by someone else's fingers. Up close there are obvious marks where embroidery has been picked away.

A small glass jar with a gilt-painted image of a minor goddess of a Random Domain. The container is empty except for a waxy residue at the mouth of the jar.

A small glass file, intended for the care of nails, claws or talons.

A string of rough, red beads that smell faintly of cinnamon.

A carved bone portrait of a famous pirate. The enamel has worn thin over the years.

A small doll who someone thought it would be a good idea to carve its head from an apple. The face is brown, dry and wizened.

A wolf-hair paintbrush that's perfect for calligraphy, though the binding is coming loose.

A walnut-sized terracotta jar containing traces of red makeup.

A used brass chamber pot in which has been hidden three pieces of uncut rose quartz.

Talisman of Ultimate Entropic Destruction: An iron amulet displaying the twisted face of a snarling demon, that when activated will utterly destroy the entire universe... in 15 billion years. There is no way to speed up this process.

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ofwolvesandbutterflies · 7 years ago

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Genre: light fluff, light angst

Based off of the new fanmade BTS game ‘To the Edge of the Sky’ by Aeon Dream Studios

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“This is a path I chose and even if all of this is a fate I made up… will you walk with me? Will you fly with me to the edge of the sky so we can reach each other?” (x)

How long has it been since I’ve seen the wastelands? How long has it been since I’ve last seen my family and friends? How long will it be until I get to see my home once again?

Mentally, emotionally and physically tired, I lay back on the bench on the roof top, looking up at the stars. I know it’s past curfew, I know Dr. Park will be most disappointed in me when I show up less than awake for more training tomorrow… but after all, at the end of the day, I’m still human. I’m still loaded with doubts and insecurities.

The stars tonight are hardly visible. I can barely make out the North Star. I miss the nights we wandered around, staring up at the alluring, infinite universe, running about with little to no cares in the world. My thoughts wander to my little sister. She must be staring up at the stars, too, thinking about me. I remember how she clung to me in the dispersing seconds before I left for Olympia City, staining my jacket with her tears. Her mumbled ‘I’ll miss you’s’ and sniffled ‘please come back’s entered my mind. A flash of her round, pale, tear streaked face appeared in the back of my eyes. In this moment, I too, felt tears start to burn at the corners of my eyelids.

Shoving my quaking hands into my pocket, I let the tears run down my face as my mind shifts focus to today’s mission. The drop of the bodies in front of me. Four’s irritated tone scolding me, pointing out all my flaws. My nostalgic tears turn into tears of disappointment. Afterall, what he said was right.

I should have seen that knife coming, I should have remember to drop my hip lower and relax my shoulder, I should have protected Nine at all costs instead of freezing the second the flash of a sleek gun barrel was spotted. Thanks to my sloppy mess-ups today, Six was in the medical wing with a bullet wound and Four was seething. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they took me off the team first thing tomorrow.

Rage and annoyance at my own inefficience overtook my senses and shoving myself to my feet, I deck the closest thing to me and ended up leaving a dent in a concrete cherubim’s angelic face. Disregarded pain shoots up my arm as I stand there, shoulders hunched, tears dripping onto the floor.

How pathetic. How cowardly. How un-operative I was acting right now. I let my head drop forward, leaning against the flouted cherubim. My messy hair fell around me, creating a much needed barrier between me and the rest of the world. I stand there in silence, cradling my bruised fist to my torso, crying for myself pitifully.

“Seven?”

Against my better judgement, my spine straightens and I whip around upon the mention of my name. The light behind him outlines his figure with a bluish aura and a divine looking Zero walks towards me. For a moment, I forget everything and lose myself in his dark blue hair and deep brown eyes. Remembering myself, I drop my gaze, place my right hand on over my heart and bow briefly.

“Operative Zero, I was just leaving. Apologies for being out past curfew.” My voice sounds hollow and distant, as if I am finally becoming the heartless operative Dr. Park wants me to be.

Zero stares at me for a few moments, head cocked to the side, a vacuous expression delinating nothing of his thoughts placed on a mask-like face.

“Apology accepted.” Was all he said before studying me again. All of our past meeting have been like this, his straightforward and brief answers to my prying questions. I’ve since given up trying to get more than a sentence from this Operative, most of the time it seems as if he’s just trying to avoid any type of contact with me. I’ve learned not to take it personally. After all, he’s been around guys and heartless doctors for more than half of his life.

So we stood for we stand for what felt like a fortnight, me fidgeting under Zero’s intense stare, only glancing up at times to study his lithe figure partially hidden in his signature fitted, dark long sleeve covered with a white jacket lined with glowing blue fabric. Highlighted with dim moonlight, his prominent collarbones stand there for me to furtively admire. Subconsciously, my gaze traveled upwards and traced his plush lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones and finally… my eyes met his. Zero’s brown eyes suddenly glowed a brilliant azure and I was utterly entranced. Something gleamed in his eyes, something I wasn’t sure I was supposed to see.

Until I realized this was not the time. We were part of a team, and anything more would result in unwanted attention as well as put our missions in jeopardy. Tearing my fixed gaze away from his, I placed my right hand over my heart, and bow again, trying in vain to hide the blush that had grown on my face.

“If you’ll excuse me, Operative, I will be heading to my room now.”

“No.” His voice is slightly raised, and as soon as I stepped past him, his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, preventing me from taking any further steps. Craning my neck to look at the male holding my wrist, I notice his gaze is not on me anymore. Instead it’s on the floor.

“No,” his voice lowers, taking on a gentler side I didn’t know he possessed. “Please, stay.”

As soon as we’ve situated ourselves on the bench I had previously been sitting on, we fall into another expected silence, this one only slightly less awkward. The night had gotten colder, the stars, more clear. Leaning back on one hand, I raised the other slowly, reaching out to try and touch the sky.

“Seven…” Zero calls my code name again, an underlying melancholy tone in his soft voice.

I humm in response, still wanting a bit of the sky to have and to hold for the rest of my life. As soon a I find a piece of sky that outshines the rest, I clench my fist and bring it to my heart. Here in Olympia city, it seems anything is possible, our generation has forged dubious creations our ancestors thought impossible. Taking a piece of the sky doesn’t seem too far-fetched…. But I know that when I open my hand, there will be nothing but a invisible wish for something I know I will never have… so I keep my hand closed.

The corners of my eyes dampen, and I’m reminded again of my screw-ups during the mission today. Out of nowhere, a hand touched my shoulder gently. I don’t need to look up to know who it is.

“Seven,” Zero whispers. “I…” he pauses, and I’m afraid he won’t continue. He does. “Please don’t cry.”

Perhaps I’m just too tired to respond like a normal person would, but in spite of my current condition, I laugh. Am I going crazy? I hope not.

“Zero you idiot,” regardless of the tears currently dripping down my cheeks for the second time tonight, I smile. “I pretty much screwed over the entire mission due to my incompetence, I got Six shot, I’m homesick, probably going crazy, everyone’s so disappointed in me… how could I not cry?”

A quiet chuckled was heard from the guy beside me.

“What proof do you have that everyone is disappointed in you?”

In any other situation, I would have been shocked to hear Zero say something other than monosyllabic words. Right now, I’m just too tired.

“What proof would I need?” I dropped my gaze and hand from the stars to sit in my lap. “Four’s more pissed off than I’ve ever seen him, Six is in the medical wing all because of me…” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and slowly turn to look at Zero. “And… I’m kind of confused on why you aren’t pissed either.”

Contrary to what I had been expecting, Zero meets my gaze, his irises back to a rich, dark brown, and smiles softly.

“You forget I’m still learning, too. Besides,” he leaned back on his hands to admire the natural mural painted above us. “Hyung is always like that. It seems like he’s trying to find everything wrong with us, with our fighting, shooting, sometimes even etiquette, but in reality, it’s just his way of looking out for us.”

I sigh, subconsciously studying my teammate again. His face looks ethereal and peaceful as he smiles up at the upper atmosphere, somehow more angelic than the cherubim I had punched earlier. When he concentrated, his facial features were cold, an impassive facade it seemed no one knew how to get past. Right now, I bask in the childlike innocent found in his expressive eyes.

Once again I feel drawn to my teammate in ways I don’t know I should.

“I know… it doesn’t make his scolding any easier to listen to.”

“It doesn’t, no. But you’ll get used to it. Just think of his own special way of making sure you don’t get killed.”

So we sit, enjoying the warmth that radiates from the both of our exhausted bodies. For once, the rushing of cars and the blaring of the city lights don’t bother me.

“Hey, did you get a chance to shower yet?”

Stretching, I turn to lay on the lap of my teammate, surprising the both of us. Though I have no idea where this new position came from, I can’t find it in myself to move, and neither does he. As soon as I lay down, the muscles in his lap tense, and I wait until he relaxes to murmur my answer. I glance up at him briefly, just in time to catch a tiny glimpse of a smile settle on his lips.

“No. As soon as we got back, I came straight up here to host a pity party for myself.”

“Mmm. So you haven’t eaten either?”

I close my eyes and exhale softly.

“No. I didn’t have time to call a catering company for my party.”

His lap shook as he laughed, a hearty, precious sound I wish I could record and listen to everytime I’m sad. I opened my eyes, mesmerized by the sound. His eyes squinted into crescent moons, and his lips parted in a wide smile. Zero’s chuckle resonates with a childlike happiness, one I find myself smiling along with. As soon as he finished laughing, he smiles -like actually smiles, lips parting to reveal his nearly blinding teeth - down at me.

“Of course you didn’t.”

I reach up and daringly touch an unexpectedly soft tuft of his blue hair. His warm breath on my hand stutters for a moment.

“Zero…”

He hums in response.

“Your hair is blue.” At that, he snorts in faux disbelief.

“No… Really? You only now just noticed that?”

“No,” I frown at his sarcasm. “I was going to ask why it’s blue.”

“Oh.” He seems taken aback by my sudden question. “I don’t know. It’s a cool color? I looks good on me? There isn’t really a reason I dyed it this color. I guess it was just a heat of the moment thing.” He pauses to look out over the city in thought. “But it’s permanent now. I can’t really change it. If I did, it wouldn’t match any of my equipment.”

I narrow my eyes at the blue haired male.

“There’s not really a reason you chose blue? You can’t change it?”

He shakes his head to both of my questions.

“No. it’s a different type of dye. In fact, all of our team dyed their hair when they first got into PHASe. I guess it’s kinda like a tradition now.”

“Oh.” I think for a moment until another question pops into my mind.

“Do I have to dye my hair?”

He snorts.

“No, not if you don’t want to.”

I stay silent. Zero looks down at me curiously.

“Hey… Seven, are you okay now?”

Smiling, I nod.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He smiles. Folding his hands behind his head, he redirects his gaze to the night sky above us.

We continue to sit there for a while longer. Though it’s a cold night in Olympia City and I’m laying on a stiff concrete bench, I’m comfortable enough on Zero’s lap that I could fall asleep. I close my eyes. I could get used to this.

Unfortunately, my stomach feels the need to interrupt our newfound peace and quiet. A low grumble resounds through my body, reminding me of the hollow state of my stomach. I groan and push myself into a sitting position as Zero bites back a smirk. Standing, he follows suit and glances at his wrist before saying,

“It’s currently 22:46 right now, you wanna stop by the cafeteria really quick?”

Before I can answer verbally, my stomach growls even louder than before. Zero snickers.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

About an hour and a half later, Zero and I are standing in the spotless elevator, silent again. Having stopped by the cafeteria earlier, I was able to refill my hollow stomach and converse a little more with my teammate, even make him laugh a couple more times.

As soon as the elevator stopped, I step out and turn to thank Zero, his room is on a different floor anyways. But he steps out with me.

“Zero, isn’t your room on the next floor?”

He nods.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Shouldn’t you be going up then?”

A bashful smile slithers onto his lips.

“It’s impolite not to walk a lady to her room.”

It’s my turn to snort incredulously.

“Zero, my room is literally right there.”

“Then my job should be relatively easy.”

In a couple seconds, we’re standing outside of my door, and I swipe at the numberless panel to the right of my door. With couple of beeps, my door is open. I turn to actually thank my teammate now for being so chivalrous. When I turn though, his face is back to the blank slate it was before any of tonight happened. I can feel my heart drop just a little bit. Maybe tonight was too good to be true. Even so, it’d be rude not to thank him.

I squared my shoulders and smiled, albeit a bit sadly.

“Thanks, Zero.”

A faint smile flickered across his lips before they his mouth fell back into a straight line. What happened to the playful male on the roof top?

“Anytime, Seven.” Even his voice sounded different, metallic and fake.

With that, I wrap an arm protectively around myself and watch, dejected as he turns to walk away. After a single step, he looks back over his shoulder at me, a small, mischievous smile decorating his lips. When he parted his lips to speak, the humor was back and I caught a miniscule glimpse of the boy up on the roof.

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you earlier but… you… contrary to what you think, you did good. You aren’t getting kicked off the team any time soon.”

A smile made its way to my lips. When I woke up the next morning, it was still there.

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woodsens · 5 years ago

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On an album of bittersweet childrens tunes that she wrote greater than a decade back, the girl who came to get recognized only since the piano teacher offered what, in hindsight, seems like an eerie glimpse of her possess long term.

Im relocating away today to an area so far away, wherever no one is familiar with my title, she wrote inside the lyrics of a track referred to as Transferring.

When she wrote that music, she was youthful and vivacious, a piano Trainer and freelance music writer who cherished Beethoven and jazz, sunsets and river Appears, extended walks and every thing about Big apple.

On a type of beloved walks, as a result of Central Park in the bright sun of a June working day in 1996, a homeless drifter beat her and made an effort to rape her, leaving her clinging to daily life. Following the assault, the words and phrases to her track came true. She moved absent, from Ny city, outside of her aged lifetime, and all but her closest buddies did not know her identify. To the remainder of the earth, she was — such as the extra well known jogger attacked in Central Park seven several years earlier — an nameless symbol of an urban nightmare. She was the piano Trainer.

Now, about the tenth anniversary with the attack, she is celebrating what seems to be her comprehensive recovery from brain trauma. She is 42, married, with a small little one. She is Kyle Kevorkian McCann, the piano Trainer, and he or she wishes to tell her story, her way.

Her health practitioner informed her it might just take 10 years to recover, and Sunday was that talismanic anniversary. I really feel my existence has long been redefined by Central Park, she explained various days ago, her voice smooth and hopeful. Prior to park; immediately after park. Will there ever be a time Once i dont Consider, Oh, this is the 10th anniversary, the eleventh anniversary?

She spoke in her modest ranch residence within a wooded subdivision inside of a Big apple suburb. She sat inside a eating area strewn with toys, surrounded by images of her cherubic, darkish-haired 2-calendar year-previous daughter. A Steinway grand stuffed half the home, and at a single stage she sat down and performed. Her actively playing was forceful, but she appeared ashamed to Engage in various bars, and shrugged, instead of answering, when asked the title on the piece. She questioned that her daughter and her town not be named.

She phone calls that working day, June 4, 1996, the working day Once i was hurt.

Hers was the first within a string of attacks by a similar gentleman on four Gals more than eight days. The last sufferer, Evelyn Alvarez, sixty five, was beaten to Demise as she opened her Park Avenue dry-cleaning store, and eventually, the assailant, John J. Royster, was convicted of murder and sentenced to lifestyle in prison.

Nonetheless the assault to the piano Trainer is definitely the a single persons appear to keep in mind one of the most. Component of the fascination has got to do with echoes of the 1989 attack over the Central Park jogger. But it also frightened people in a method the attack about the jogger didn't simply because its instances ended up so mundane.

It didn't happen inside of a distant Element of the park late in the evening, but near a well-liked playground at 3 in the afternoon. It could have took place to any individual. The stress was heightened by the mystery on the piano instructors id.

For three times, as law enforcement and Health professionals experimented with to discover who she was, she lay in the coma in her hospital mattress, anonymous. Her dad and mom ended up on getaway and her boyfriend, also a musician, was in Europe, on tour. Last but not least, amongst her students acknowledged a police sketch and was in a position to recognize her from the medical center by her fingers, for the reason that her experience was swollen further than recognition. The law enforcement did not release her identify.

The very last thing she remembers about June 4, 1996, is giving a lesson in her studio apartment on West 57th Road, then Placing her long hair inside a ponytail and likely out for any walk. She doesn't bear in mind the attack, Though she has read the accounts in the law enforcement and prosecutors.

To me its similar to a actuality I realized and memorized, she reported. Like I had been a pupil at school researching heritage.

She does not contemplate The person who did it. I might need been angry for the minute, but not for much longer than that, she explained. How could I be angry at John Royster? He was declared not insane, but I assume by our criteria he was.

Dr. Jamshid Ghajar, her medical doctor at Big apple Healthcare facility-Cornell Medical Middle, as it was acknowledged in 1996, instructed reporters that she experienced a 10 % potential for survival. Physicians had to get rid of her forehead bone, which was afterwards changed, for making place for her swelling brain. When her mother made a general public appeal to pray for my daughter, hundreds did.

Just after 8 days, she came outside of a coma, very first inside of a vegetative point out, then in the childlike condition. As she recovered, she slept minor and talked continuously, sometimes in gibberish. I used to be finding mad at people once they didnt respond to these phrases, she mentioned.

Like an Alzheimers individual, she had very little shorter-expression memory and would forget about site visitors the moment they still left the place.

More than a number of months, she needed to relearn how to stroll, gown, read through and publish. Her boyfriend, Tony Scherr, frequented everyday to Engage in guitar for her. He inspired her to Enjoy the piano, in opposition to the recommendation of her Bodily therapists, who considered she could be frustrated by her inability to Participate in just how she after experienced. Mr. Scherr played Beatles duets together with her, participating in the left-hand aspect while she played the best.

That was my most effective therapy, she stated.

In August, she moved back again household to New Jersey, along with her father, an engineer, and mom, a schoolteacher. She visited outdated haunts and identified as pals, making an attempt to revive her shattered memory. I used to be really obsessed with remembering, she said. Any memory decline was to me a sign of abnormality or deficit.

Her therapists thought her progress was fantastic, but her two sisters protested that she wasn't the deep thinker she had been.

What bothered her most was that she experienced dropped the opportunity to cry, just as if a faucet within her brain were turned off. Just one night time, 9 months soon after she was damage, she stayed up late to look at the John Grisham movie A The perfect time to Eliminate. Just following her father experienced absent to bed, she viewed a courtroom scene of Samuel Jacksons character on trial for killing two men who experienced raped his young daughter.

The faucet opened, plus the tears trickled down her cheeks. I thought of my moms and dads, my father, and whatever they went through, she mentioned. Minimal by little, my emotion returned, my depth of intellect returned.

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Urged by her sisters, she went back to school and got a masters diploma in music instruction.

Not anything went very well. She and Mr. Scherr split up five years following the assault, while they remain buddies. She dated other Adult males, but she often explained to them in regards to the assault instantly — she couldn't assistance it, she claimed — plus they in no way called for your 2nd date.

We now have to search out you a person, her Good friend David Phelps, a guitar participant, mentioned four decades in the past, prior to introducing her to Liam McCann, a pc technician and novice drummer. For at the time, she didn't say everything with regard to the attack right up until she obtained to understand Mr. McCann, after which you can when she did, he admired her strength.

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Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani, who had frequently visited her at her bedside when she was inside the clinic, married them in his Occasions Sq. Office environment. She wore a blue dress and pearls. While she was Expecting, within a burst of creative imagination, she and her pals recorded Whilst Have been Youthful, an album of childrens tracks that she had composed prior to the assault, including the track Moving. Her ex-boyfriend, Mr. Scherr, produced the CD. On it, her spouse plays drums and he or she plays electrical piano.

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Is her existence as it had been? Not precisely, although she is unwilling to attribute the differences to her accidents. Her very last two piano pupils still left her, devoid of calling to explain why, she stated. She has resumed participating in classical tunes, but uncomplicated pieces, mainly because her daughter isn't going to give her time and energy to exercise. As for jazz, I dont even try, she stated.

She would want to drive much more, sensation stranded while in the suburbs, but she is definitely rattled. She tries to be content with keeping house and caring for her daughter.

Dr. Ghajar, a scientific professor of neurological surgical treatment at what's now termed Ny-Presbyterian Healthcare facility/Weill Cornell Professional medical Heart, who operated on Ms. Kevorkian McCann once the attack, said last week that her volume of recovery was rare. Shes fundamentally regular, he stated.

Other industry experts, who will be not Individually acquainted with Ms. Kevorkian McCanns circumstance, are more careful.

Regaining a chance to Engage in the piano might include an almost mechanical course of action, a semiautomatic remember of just what the fingers must do, mentioned Dr. Yehuda Ben-Yishay, a professor of medical rehabilitation drugs at Big apple College University of Drugs. At the time Mind-injured, you will be generally brain-injured, For the remainder of your daily life, Dr. Ben-Yishay stated. There isn't a get rid of, There's only intensive compensation.

The more telling Section of a Restoration, in his perspective, is psychological, and on that score he counts Ms. Kevorkian McCanns marriage and youngster as a significant victory.

For her element, the piano Instructor is aware she has modified, but she has designed her peace with it. I used to be type of a hyper —— I dont know if I used to be a Type A, but I was ambitious, she suggests. Why was I so ambitious? I had been a piano Trainer. I dont understand what the ambition was about. I actually did come back to the individual Im purported to be.

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emilyl-b · 5 years ago

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On an album of bittersweet childrens music that she wrote greater than a decade ago, the girl who came to get known only given that the piano Trainer available what, in hindsight, seems like an eerie glimpse of her personal future.

Im shifting away currently to an area so far-off, wherever no one is familiar with my name, she wrote in the lyrics of a track named Moving.

When she wrote that tune, she was youthful and vivacious, a piano teacher and freelance new music writer who loved Beethoven and jazz, sunsets and river Appears, extended walks and everything about New York.

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On one of those beloved walks, by way of Central Park in the brilliant Solar of the June day in 1996, a homeless drifter defeat her and made an effort to rape her, leaving her clinging to existence. Following the assault, the text to her track arrived genuine. She moved absent, out of New York City, out of her old everyday living, and all but her closest buddies didn't know her title. To the remainder of the world, she was — similar to the more famed jogger attacked in Central Park seven many years before — an anonymous image of an urban nightmare. She was the piano Trainer.

Now, to the 10th anniversary of your assault, she is celebrating what seems to be her full recovery from Mind trauma. She is 42, married, with a small youngster. She is Kyle Kevorkian McCann, the piano Instructor, and he or she hopes to tell her Tale, her way.

Her health care provider informed her it could just take ten years to Recuperate, and Sunday was that talismanic anniversary. I feel my existence continues to be redefined by Central Park, she explained many times in the past, her voice delicate and hopeful. Right before park; following park. Will there ever be a time Once i dont Consider, Oh, this is the tenth anniversary, the 11th anniversary?

She spoke in her modest ranch home in a very wooded subdivision within a New York suburb. She sat in the dining area strewn with toys, surrounded by images of her cherubic, dark-haired two-12 months-previous daughter. A Steinway grand crammed 50 % the area, and at a single point she sat down and played. Her actively playing was forceful, but she appeared humiliated to Participate in quite a lot of bars, and shrugged, in lieu of answering, when questioned the title of your piece. She requested that her daughter and her town not be named.

She calls that day, June four, 1996, the day when I was damage.

Hers was the 1st in a string of attacks by precisely the same guy on 4 women above 8 days. The final victim, Evelyn Alvarez, 65, was crushed to Demise as she opened her Park Avenue dry-cleansing shop, and eventually, the assailant, John J. Royster, was convicted of murder and sentenced to lifetime in prison.

However the attack to the piano teacher is the one people today appear to recall essentially the most. Element of the fascination has to do with echoes on the 1989 attack to the Central Park jogger. But In addition, it frightened persons in a method the attack on the jogger didn't due to the fact its situation ended up so mundane.

It didn't take place within a remote Component of the park late in the evening, but near a well known playground at three during the afternoon. It might have took place to anybody. The tension was heightened through the mystery with the piano instructors identification.

For 3 days, as law enforcement and Medical professionals attempted to see who she was, she lay inside a coma in her healthcare facility bed, nameless. Her dad and mom have been on getaway and her boyfriend, also a musician, was in Europe, on tour. Last but not least, one of her pupils identified a law enforcement sketch and was in the position to discover her within the hospital by her fingers, due to the fact her confront was swollen outside of recognition. The police did not release her title.

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The last thing she remembers about June 4, 1996, is providing a lesson in her studio apartment on West 57th Street, then putting her prolonged hair inside of a ponytail and likely out to get a stroll. She will not try to remember the assault, Even though she has read the accounts in the law enforcement and prosecutors.

To me its like a reality I uncovered and memorized, she claimed. Like I were being a student in school learning historical past.

She will not give thought to The person who did it. I may have been angry to get a instant, although not much longer than that, she mentioned. How could I be angry at John Royster? He was declared not insane, but I suppose by our expectations he was.

Dr. Jamshid Ghajar, her health care provider at Ny Clinic-Cornell Medical Center, as it had been identified in 1996, advised reporters that she had a ten percent prospect of survival. Doctors experienced to eliminate her forehead bone, which was later on changed, to create home for her swelling Mind. When her mom designed a public attract pray for my daughter, thousands did.

Immediately after 8 times, she arrived out of a coma, initially in a very vegetative condition, then inside of a childlike point out. As she recovered, she slept little and talked consistently, in some cases in gibberish. I had been having mad at individuals every time they didnt reply to these phrases, she mentioned.

Like an Alzheimers individual, she had small short-expression memory and would overlook visitors when they still left the room.

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Over several months, she needed to relearn ways to stroll, gown, examine and publish. Her boyfriend, Tony Scherr, visited on a daily basis to Engage in guitar for her. He encouraged her to play the piano, versus the recommendation of her physical therapists, who assumed she could be frustrated by her incapacity to Engage in the way she once had. Mr. Scherr performed Beatles duets together with her, actively playing the still left-hand component even though she performed the right.

That was my most effective therapy, she explained.

In August, she moved again dwelling to New Jersey, with her father, an engineer, and mother, a schoolteacher. She visited previous haunts and referred to as close friends, striving to restore her shattered memory. I was very obsessed with remembering, she explained. Any memory reduction was to me an indication of abnormality or deficit.

Her therapists assumed her development was wonderful, but her two sisters protested that she wasn't the deep thinker she had been.

What bothered her most was that she had lost the ability to cry, just as if a faucet inside of her brain had been turned off. One particular night, nine months after she was hurt, she stayed up late to look at the John Grisham Film A Time to Get rid of. Just just after her father experienced absent to bed, she viewed a courtroom scene of Samuel Jacksons character on trial for killing two Males who had raped his younger daughter.

The faucet opened, as well as the tears trickled down her cheeks. I thought of my moms and dads, my father, and what they went by, she explained. Tiny by tiny, my experience returned, my depth of intellect returned.

Urged by her sisters, she went again to highschool and acquired a masters degree in new music instruction.

Not all the things went nicely. She and Mr. Scherr break up up five years after the assault, nevertheless they remain close friends. She dated other Adult males, but she generally informed them concerning the attack instantly — she couldn't enable it, she mentioned — and so they in no way identified as for the 2nd day.

We have now to search out you anyone, her Mate David Phelps, a guitar player, said four many years in the past, prior to introducing her to Liam McCann, a pc technician and amateur drummer. For when, she did not say anything at all in regards to the attack till she acquired to be aware of Mr. McCann, after which you can when she did, he admired her strength.

Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani, who had often visited her at her bedside though she was in the hospital, married them in his Situations Sq. Workplace. She wore a blue gown and pearls. When she was pregnant, in the burst of creativeness, she and her mates recorded While Had been Younger, an album of childrens tracks that she experienced published before the assault, including the tune Relocating. Her ex-boyfriend, Mr. Scherr, produced the CD. On it, her partner plays drums and he or she plays electric powered piano.

Is her lifetime as it had been? Not just, nevertheless she's reluctant to attribute the dissimilarities to her injuries. Her final two piano learners left her, with out calling to explain why, she explained. She has resumed playing classical tunes, but very simple pieces, for the reason that her daughter does not give her time for you to apply. As for jazz, I dont even try, she stated.

She wish to push far more, feeling stranded in the suburbs, but she is easily rattled. She attempts to be material with staying residence and caring for her daughter.

Dr. Ghajar, a clinical professor of neurological operation at what is now referred to as Big apple-Presbyterian Medical center/Weill Cornell Health care Center, who operated on Ms. Kevorkian McCann once the attack, claimed past week that her volume of recovery was uncommon. Shes essentially typical, he said.

Other authorities, who're not personally accustomed to Ms. Kevorkian McCanns scenario, tend to be more careful.

Regaining the chance to Participate in the piano could require an Nearly mechanical course of action, a semiautomatic recall of just what the fingers ought to do, stated Dr. Yehuda Ben-Yishay, a professor of medical rehabilitation medication at New York University University of Medicine. When brain-hurt, you will be usually Mind-injured, For the remainder of your daily life, Dr. Ben-Yishay stated. There isn't any treatment, there is only intense compensation.

The more telling Section of a recovery, in his see, is psychological, and on that rating he counts Ms. Kevorkian McCanns relationship and kid as a big victory.

For her section, the piano Instructor is aware of she has altered, but she has designed her peace with it. I used to be form of a hyper —— I dont know if I used to be a sort A, but I had been ambitious, she suggests. Why was I so formidable? I was a piano teacher. I dont really know what the ambition was about. I actually did return to the individual Im alleged to be.

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On an album of bittersweet childrens music that she wrote more than ten years in the past, the girl who arrived to generally be recognized only given that the piano Instructor supplied what, in hindsight, seems like an eerie glimpse of her very own future.

Im shifting away currently to a location so far away, wherever no person is aware of my name, she wrote during the lyrics of the song known as Shifting.

When she wrote that music, she was young and vivacious, a piano Instructor and freelance new music author who liked Beethoven and jazz, sunsets and river Seems, extensive walks and every thing about The big apple.

On one of those beloved walks, by Central Park in the bright Sunlight of a June working day in 1996, a homeless drifter beat her and made an effort to rape her, leaving her clinging to existence. Following the attack, the words and phrases to her music came real. She moved away, out of New York City, outside of her outdated daily life, and all but her closest good friends did not know her title. To the rest of the entire world, she was -- like the far more well-known jogger attacked in Central Park seven several years previously -- an nameless symbol of the urban nightmare. She was the piano Trainer.

Now, about the 10th anniversary from the assault, she's celebrating what is apparently her comprehensive recovery from brain trauma. She is 42, married, with a small baby. She's Kyle Kevorkian McCann, the piano teacher, and she or he really wants to tell her Tale, her way.

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Her medical doctor advised her it would just take a decade to Recuperate, and Sunday was that talismanic anniversary. I sense my everyday living has long been redefined by Central Park, she reported various times in the past, her voice soft and hopeful. Prior to park; soon after park. Will there ever certainly be a time After i dont Assume, Oh, Here is the 10th anniversary, the eleventh anniversary?

She spoke in her modest ranch dwelling within a wooded subdivision in a very Ny suburb. She sat within a eating space strewn with toys, surrounded by pictures of her cherubic, darkish-haired two-year-old daughter. A Steinway grand filled 50 percent the place, and at a single level she sat down and played. Her participating in was forceful, but she appeared embarrassed to Engage in quite a lot of bars, and shrugged, rather then answering, when asked the title of the piece. She asked that her daughter and her town not be named.

She phone calls that day, June four, 1996, the day After i was hurt.

Hers was the very first inside of a string of attacks by exactly the same man on 4 Females more than 8 days. The last victim, Evelyn Alvarez, 65, was crushed to Loss of life as she opened her Park Avenue dry-cleaning store, and ultimately, the assailant, John J. Royster, was convicted of murder and sentenced to existence in prison.

But the attack over the piano teacher is definitely the just one people today appear to keep in mind by far the most. Portion of the fascination has got to do with echoes in the 1989 attack within the Central Park jogger. But Furthermore, it frightened folks in a method the assault around the jogger didn't simply because its situations ended up so mundane.

It did not happen inside of a distant Component of the park late during the night, but in close proximity to a preferred playground at three inside the afternoon. It might have happened to anyone. The strain was heightened from the thriller with the piano teachers identification.

For three times, as police and Health professionals tried out to find out who she was, she lay in a very coma in her healthcare facility mattress, anonymous. Her mothers and fathers ended up on vacation and her boyfriend, also a musician, was in Europe, on tour. Last but not least, certainly one of her college students identified a law enforcement sketch and was in a position to discover her inside the hospital by her fingers, for the reason that her confront was swollen further than recognition. The law enforcement did not launch her identify.

The very last thing she remembers about June 4, 1996, is offering a lesson in her studio condominium on West 57th Avenue, then putting her extensive hair inside of a ponytail and heading out to get a wander. She does not keep in mind the attack, Even though she has heard the accounts with the law enforcement and prosecutors.

To me its just like a point I realized and memorized, she claimed. Like I have been a college student in school studying record.

She won't give thought to The person who did it. I might need been angry to get a instant, although not a lot longer than that, she reported. How could I be indignant at John Royster? He was declared not crazy, but I guess by our specifications he was.

Dr. Jamshid Ghajar, her health care provider at The big apple Clinic-Cornell Health-related Center, as it absolutely was acknowledged in 1996, told reporters that she had a 10 per cent potential for survival. Physicians experienced to eliminate her forehead bone, which was later replaced, to generate home for her swelling Mind. When her mother designed a public attract pray for my daughter, hundreds did.

After eight days, she arrived outside of a coma, initial in a vegetative condition, then in a childlike point out. As she recovered, she slept minimal and talked constantly, sometimes in gibberish. I had been obtaining mad at individuals whenever they didnt reply to these words and phrases, she said.

Like an Alzheimers individual, she had little short-expression memory and would forget about people when they left the room.

Over a number of months, she had to relearn the way to walk, costume, study and publish. Her boyfriend, Tony Scherr, visited every day to Enjoy guitar for her. He encouraged her to play the piano, against the recommendation of her Actual physical therapists, who thought she might be disappointed by her incapacity to Engage in the way she after experienced. Mr. Scherr played Beatles duets along with her, playing the still left-hand section whilst she performed the correct.

That was my most effective therapy, she claimed.

In August, she moved back again property to New Jersey, together with her father, an engineer, and mom, a schoolteacher. She visited aged haunts and called close friends, striving to restore her shattered memory. I used to be very obsessive about remembering, she said. Any memory decline was to me an indication of abnormality or deficit.

Her therapists assumed her development was great, but her two sisters protested that she wasn't the deep thinker she had been.

What bothered her most was that she experienced dropped the ability to cry, as if a faucet inside of her Mind were turned off. A person evening, nine months just after she was hurt, she stayed up late to look at the John Grisham Film A Time for you to Eliminate. Just just after her father had long gone to mattress, she watched a courtroom scene of Samuel Jacksons character on trial for killing two Gentlemen who had raped his youthful daughter.

The faucet opened, and also the tears trickled down her cheeks. I thought about my mothers and fathers, my father, and whatever they went by way of, she explained. Minor by small, my experience returned, my depth of intellect returned.

Urged by her sisters, she went back to high school and acquired a masters diploma in new music schooling.

Not almost everything went well. She and Mr. Scherr split up five years once the assault, however they remain mates. She dated other men, but she often instructed them about the assault instantly -- she couldn't help it, she mentioned -- plus they never ever referred to as to get a next day.

We've to search out you an individual, her Good friend David Phelps, a guitar player, stated four yrs back, before introducing her to Liam McCann, a pc technician and newbie drummer. For after, she didn't say just about anything in regards to the assault right until she bought to learn Mr. McCann, and after that when she did, he admired her toughness.

Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani, who had often visited her at her bedside whilst she was within the hospital, married them in his Times Square office. She wore a blue gown and pearls. While she was pregnant, in a burst of creativity, she and her mates recorded When Were Youthful, an album of childrens tracks that she experienced published ahead of the attack, such as the music Shifting. Her ex-boyfriend, Mr. Scherr, made the CD. On it, her spouse performs drums and she or he plays electrical piano.

Is her daily life as it had been? Not specifically, however she's reluctant to attribute the differences to her injuries. Her last two piano pupils still left her, without calling to elucidate why, she stated. She has resumed enjoying classical tunes, but uncomplicated items, for the reason that her daughter doesn't give her time for you to follow. As for jazz, I dont even try, she stated.

She would like to generate extra, emotion stranded while in the suburbs, but she is easily rattled. She tries to be articles with being property and caring for her daughter.

Dr. Ghajar, a scientific professor of neurological operation at precisely what is now known as NewYork-Presbyterian Healthcare facility/Weill Cornell Professional medical Middle, who operated on Ms. Kevorkian McCann once the assault, stated past week that her level of Restoration was scarce. Shes mainly normal, he mentioned.

Other professionals, who are not personally informed about Ms. Kevorkian McCanns situation, are more cautious.

Regaining a chance to play the piano might entail an Practically mechanical procedure, a semiautomatic recall of exactly what the fingers have to do, mentioned Dr. Yehuda Ben-Yishay, a professor of scientific rehabilitation medicine at Ny College School of Drugs. The moment Mind-wounded, you're generally brain-wounded, For the remainder of your daily life, Dr. Ben-Yishay said. There is not any cure, There may be only intensive payment.

The more telling Portion of a Restoration, in his perspective, is psychological, and on that rating he counts Ms. Kevorkian McCanns marriage and youngster as a substantial victory.

For her part, the piano Instructor appreciates she has adjusted, but she has manufactured her peace with it. I was form of a hyper ---- I dont know if I used to be a kind A, but I used to be formidable, she states. Why was I so formidable? I used to be a piano teacher. I dont really know what the ambition was about. I really did come back to the individual Im designed to be.

Correction: June thirteen, 2006, Tuesday An post on Thursday about Kyle Kevorkian McCann, a piano teacher who was overwhelmed and sexually assaulted a decade in the past in Central Park, misstated the title of her album of childrens songs. It can be Even though Were being Young, not When Have been Young.

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