#it WOULD look more cohesive that way and i DO need practice……

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 324

gonna be another jacket patch once i figure out what i wanna do with the border

[ghoulishhx]

I was thinking about this last night, imagine like tipsy reader comes home from a night out whatever. her and frank had weird tension for as long as they've known eachother, but they're close enough to where he can come over whenever he needs. she walks in to find him sat beaten up and bloody on her couch, and frank is aghast as he's never really seen her in anything like what she's wearing(possibly some pretty dress, whatever fits the vibes the best) maybe a sweet lil moment or more happens🤭

sorry if this seems like blabbering, i tried to make is cohesive😭

this request is just toooo CUTE. and noo don't worry about blabbering, i understood completely and i hope i delivered for you!!

18+ MDNI !!

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Pairing: Neighbour!Frank x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: fluff, a LOT of it, mutual pining, tipsy reader, injured frank, making out and sexual themes so MDNI please thank you, sweetheart frank, written with plus size reader in mind!, praise

Wordcount: 2k

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✦ friday i'm in love

You and your neighbour Frank have gotten into a routine, one you’ve come to adore and hold close to your heart. 

He comes over, you patch him up no questions asked, you feed him a home cooked meal and he helps where he can, fixing your appliances and building furniture for example. You truly love his presence, he grounds you from all the nonsense you go through when you’re not with him, always lending you an ear for your vents, offering advice (also offering to “sort out” the pricks at work giving you trouble.). There’s never really a moment you two are not together, the only things coming between you being your day jobs. You wouldn’t change this for the world.

It’s Friday night, and Frank is obviously beat up. Patrol on a Friday night was always a lot, compared to the rest of the weekdays. Drunk men causing havoc, committing crimes heavily under the influence always made the weekends more work for Frank. 

Tonight was just like any other night, as he stumbles home late at night, bloodied and bruised. He doesn't think twice before letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you gifted him. Entering your home, he notices the lack of lights. Strange, he thought to himself, you’re a night owl and never sleep before 2am. He’s always greeted by you rushing to the door to give him a hug, ushering him into the warmth of your abode. The lack of your greeting rings alarm bells through his head, and he doesn’t hesitate, reaching to his belt to pull out his sidearm, mind racing with thoughts that you were in danger. Flickering on his torch, he silently paces through the open planned room, his eyes gaze to the table where he finds a note.

“Gone out with some friends Frankie, I’ll be home about midnight. Dinner and beer are in the fridge xo”

His shoulders instantly drop, tension washing away as his eyes scan over the note, his breathing settles knowing you were okay and you were gonna be home soon. He moves to your fridge, finding tupperware with leftovers from your dinner you had presumably before you left, next to an ice cold beer, Frank’s favourite. He practically groans at the sight, wondering what he did in his past lives to deserve you here and now. Within a flash, he’s converted the food to a bowl, slammed that sucker in the microwave as he cracks open his beer. He is so comfortable existing within your space, your home feeling like his even when you’re not there. It pains him knowing he will have to leave tonight, just like it does every night. If he could have it his way, you would be by his side 24/7, holding you while you slept soundly in his arms, kissing the top of your head as he plays with your hair…

The click of the front door’s lock being turned pulls him from his thoughts of you, his breath hitches in his throat as he catches a glimpse at you. Fuck do you look gorgeous. Your hair is loosely curled, having dropped throughout the night of dancing and drinking. The dress you’re wearing has Frank in a chokehold. He’s convinced you would look stunning in nothing but a trash bag, but there’s something about the way the soft silk of your dress hugging your curves just right, accentuating the dips in your hips and the plush skin of your stomach (something you were really self conscious about before leaving your house tonight, but it's one of Frank’s favourite things about you.”, he can’t help but stare at your chest like a teenage boy. You had no idea how perfect you looked, no idea about the effect you were having on your neighbour.

“My eyes are up here, Frankie.” you giggle, slurring your words as you stumble into the room.

Frank can’t help but look away, sensing the blush creep up his neck due to you clocking him. You continue to giggle to yourself as you toss your purse onto the console cabinet next to the door, peeling your heels off and cursing at the blisters already beginning to form. The action of taking your shoes off causes you to tumble, however Frank manages to catch you in time, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, preventing you from falling on your ass.

“Mmm my hero.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a hard kiss to the side of his face. He breathes in your smell, your vanilla perfume invades his nose, his favourite smell in the world, with a hint of liquor.

“Are you drunk, sweetheart?” he asks softly, such an obvious question but he couldn’t help from ask it.

“Maybee..” you laugh, grabbing his head with your hands and angling him to look at you. Your face twists with confusion as you notice all of the cuts and scrapes littered across his face.

“Frankie, you’re hurt. Why didn’t you say when I came in?”

“It’s not that bad darlin’, don't’ worry ‘m fine.” he says with his gruff tone, looking you dead in your eyes, the colour completely covered by your dilated pupils.

“Shush, c’mon let's get you cleared up.” you raise to your feet, smoothening your dress and reaching your hand out to help him up. Seeing him injured sobered you up a lot, however he raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say are you sure you’re not too drunk.

“Don’t give me that grumpy look Frankie, I’m not that drunk, just a little tipsy. I won’t stab you, swear.” you’re still holding his hand, the realisation makes you drop it instantly as you turn away to avoid showing him how flustered you were from such a simple touch.

“Ya better not doll, not lettin’ ya get rid of me that easily.” he chuckles darkly as he looks you up and down, making his way to the bathroom and pulling out the fold up chair you keep in there for this very situation. You join him in the cool tiled room, but before you did anything you had to take your makeup off, it had been on too long and it was borderline overstimulating. You pull your makeup remover wipes from the cabinet under the sink, pulling one out as you wipe it across your face, smearing makeup everywhere as you clean yourself.

Frank watched in awe as you did such a simple mundane task in front of him, surprised at how aroused he was just from watching you wipe your face. He can’t take your eyes off you, you were addicting. Frank would happily watch you do anything, being as enthralled with you as he was.

“What are you looking at Frank?” you question, feeling his eyes stare holes into the side of your face.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful sweetheart.” he whispers, surprised at his own admission. He was too transfixed on your movements to stop himself from thinking before he spoke. You giggle brings him back to earth as he clears his throat, as if to pass it off as a cough.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you softly speak, turning to fully face him now, makeup pretty much fully removed as you lean on the counter. Your eyes meet and the air in the room feels much thicker than before, electricity coursing through the space as you look intently into one another’s eyes. 

“Think? I know darlin’, most damn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” he mumbles, wetting his lips with his tongue as he takes your form in for the millionth time tonight.

Your breathing intensifies, your stomach flips from his compliment. You had secretly been harbouring feelings for your neighbour for a while, but never believed they were/could be reciprocated. You put the used wipe down, as you saunter over him and climb into his lap, wrapping your legs over his thighs. His hands shoot to your waist to keep you stable.

“Well I think you’re beautiful Frank.”

“Tsk, ya dunno what you’re sayin’ sweet girl, if you were sober you’d feel different.” he grumbles, a sly smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Not once do his eyes move from your face, taking in every freckle, bump and ridge, the plumpness of your lips swooning him.

“I’m pretty much sobered up now Frank, stop worrying.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve thought you were beautiful for a while, y’know..”

“Likewise angel.. You dunno what ya do t’me.” he whispers, his breath catches your face due to only being mere inches apart now, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer, placing his lips upon your softer ones. The kiss begins tentatively, slow and explorative, but it’s not long before it grows hungrier, more desperate. Your mixed pent up emotions for one another finally escaping inside of each other’s mouths.

You wrap your fingers up in his hair, tugging slightly as his lips leave yours and land on your neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, eliciting moans from you.

“Fuck babydoll, I’ve waited too long to have you like this..” he mumbles into your neck, the vibrations of his words sending arousal straight to your panties. 

“Need you.. Need you so bad Frankie.. Please touch me..” you beg, peppering kisses along the top of his head as you grind yourself down onto his rock hard bulge. He can’t help but buck his hips into yours.

“Eager aren’t we?” he teases, whispering in your ear. “As much as I wanna take ya up on that doll, wanna make sure you’ll fully remember our first time.” you go to argue this but he stops you “I know you’re pretty much sober baby, but I want it to be special for ya.. That okay with you?” you sigh in defeat, nodding your head. “Attagirl.” he places another kiss on your lips as he grabs the flesh of your ass, making you gasp as he grins, knowing damn well how much he’s teasing you.

You roll your eyes as you climb off of him, reaching under the sink to grab your first aid kit, having completely neglected the sole purpose of why you were both in the cramped en-suite bathroom. Patching Frank up takes no time at all, only minor injuries tonight that a good wipe with antiseptic and a bandage could fix. The entire time you were working on him, his hands never left your hips, rubbing comforting circles around the curve. 

“All done Frankie.” you lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you babygirl, I’ll get out ya hair, let ya relax after your night out alright?” he stands from his seat, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Stay.” you mumble into his chest, breathing him in, basking in the closeness.

“Please?” you tilt your head up to him, resting your chin on his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes to further convince him.

“Course I will doll, anythin’ for ya.” he kisses the top of your head, as you pull away and lead him out of the bathroom to your bedroom. You don’t bother making him turn around as you unsheath yourself from your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet. Frank uses as much self control he can muster to not take you then and there, remembering his words he told you earlier on about waiting for the right time. He shudders a deep breath as he removes his shirt and jeans too, watching you climb into bed and hold out your arms for him to join you, and that he does.

He climbs beside you and pulls you snug into his chest, spooning you. Your eyelids begin to fall heavy, being completely at peace in his grasp. You hum appreciatively, after fantasizing about this moment for months now you finally have it, you finally have him.

“Sleep well sweet girl, I’ll be here in the mornin’, promise.” he whispers in your hair, as you mumble an incoherent response, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long until he joins you, feeling just as at ease tucked up in bed with you as you feel. 

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a/n: i know the gif is raunchy as shit, but i had to use it because #smash

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[emmyfairy]

Jack Abbot x pastlove! Dr! reader

im fucking feral for jack and robby like someone sedate me (one of them preferably) reblog if you enjoy!

Doctor Jack Abbot was a clinically precise man. He didn't let his personal life leak into his professional, and he liked it that way.

Every month was the same, every week, every day. Wake up as the sun approaches setting, quick workout, cold shower, and breakfast to fuel. Everything was calculated and purposeful, he wanted to ensure he was at best capacity as he could be at every moment, he believed that was the right of his patients. Viewing himself as a tool more than a man at times. But that’s how he got by.

So when the hospital was even more understaffed than usual, a flu hitting staff that did stick around, he wasn't surprised to hear that admin had put out a call to anyone available to help out. The hospital was a machine that needed to keep running, and it needed more parts to do so. 

Yet, the ED was still left wanting. Maybe it was personal vendetta from the board or from admin, but they remained understaffed and understocked. The nightshift was even worse off, himself often being the only doctor on call, and while he knew he was capable, he knew he was the right person for the job, he also knew it wasn't enough. Whether he was too proud to admit he needed help or not is another story. But he knew what he had to do. If they weren't going to get him more help he'd do it himself.

Abbot needed someone he knew he could work with, someone who could work with him. Not just in the same department but alongside him. Someone who knew the ins and outs. Someone he could trust. 

And there was only ever one person who could fit that role (besides Robby)

Yet he hesitated, something he never does. Because he knew that getting this help may not be so easy. In fact, this help would be quite undeserved. 

He tried anyway. Reaching out with a professional email, and maybe it was cowardly but he couldn't bring himself to open the contact in his phone.

The email went unanswered, he wasn't surprised. He had earned this. 

Then, less than a week later, he heard the ED doors slide open, the same sound as always, but this felt different. 

Now, Jack Abbot is not a man who believes in fate or clandestine anything, but he knew in his gut that when he looked up he'd see you. 

He was right.

There you stood, dressed and with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

He could hardly command his body to move towards you, to meet you half way. His chest and brain are screaming at him in tandem to both run away and towards you. 

Instead of showing his internal struggle he put on the suave mask he had perfected over the years, 

“You came.” he says, perhaps softer than he meant to.

“You called.” a statement, not as laced with feelings as he had maybe hoped it would be. 

He looks down, still unsure of how much excitement to show. 

You sigh, “I’m a doctor Jack. I saw the outreach call, then your email… I'm here for the patients, not you.”

With that you walked around him, approaching the desk to get yourself settled and into contact with the right higherups. 

He pushes out a gust of air, ouch. Yet, as much as your coldness hurt, he knew he deserved it. Maybe even worse. 

It had been a week since your arrival, and you had talked to Abbot. You had discussed patients, charts, cared for incoming traumas together. 

Anyone who had witnessed this could swear they'd never seen anything like it. 

The two of you moved so in tandem that you wouldn't be able to tell whose hands were whose under the blue gloves.the two of you worked so seamlessly and in cohesion, words were hardly needed, you both just knew. Practically one person, the two of you had the nightshift down to a science.

So yes, you had talked to Abbot. Professionally. Anything outside of this? Not a word.

And it killed him. 

There were a few times he tried to reach out, bringing you a hot drink, sitting on the bench beside you during a break, offering to chart for you. Nothing worked, each olive branch rejected and turned away.

A few more days later he had enough. The flu had passed and staffing was back to normal. He heard through the grapevine though, that you had been offered a permanent position. Your competence shining through brightly enough that it couldn't be ignored. You said you'd think about it. And Abbot knew for damn sure, that this was an opportunity you would've snatched quicker than anyone else. But you hesitated. And he knew it was because of him.

He had enough, so after shift change instead of bidding each other a curt goodbye he ran up to catch you on your walk out. 

“We need to talk. Now.” Maybe he should've been nicer about it, but you never did enjoy being coddled. 

He knew you were going to say no before you could open your mouth. So he ignored the glare in your eye, ducking his head to make eye contact, hoping to convey his need with his own look.

Evidently it worked, you straightened up. And grunted out a terse, “Fine.” 

Back in Abbot’s house, neither of you thought your hotel room would be the appropriate venue for something you knew would blow up, the two of you stood in his kitchen.

Abbot on one side of the kitchen island, and you on the other, cooling cups of tea between you, and the sun beginning to shine through the windows. 

After the night you had both had, he wanted nothing more than to sit, the part of his leg that met the prosthetic screaming at him to rest it, he could feel the skin beginning to chafe. But he wanted to meet you par for par, and if you were standing so would he. Or so he thought.

“Sit down Jack.” The message was a caring one, delivered like venom. You knew him too well. Knew his pride would stop him from taking care of himself.

“Why won't you take the job? You know it's perfect for you.” he asks.

Looking down you think over your reply, “I don't know if I can be here, be here with you.” The guilt he kept locked away sent a tremor through him at your vulnerable honesty.

“If you still hate me so much, why did you come? Someone else could've filled in.” he knew it was mean and a cheapshot but Dr. Abbot had a way of screwing things like this up. 

Finally you look up and meet his eye, and it shakes him. The look in your eyes, they're red and teary, but filled with such an angry fire he knew you haven't forgiven him yet.

“It’s just going to happen again Jack, the same old shit as last time. If I stay, I’ll do good, so good, and you won't be able to handle someone out shining you. Just like always.” 

They always said the truth hurts, and damn well does it. 

Abbot remembered. Of course he did. What he did to hurt you, was his biggest regret. Not something he could ever forget, or even forgive himself for. 

He was well out of deployment. He’d had himself fixed up medically, psychologically, and professionally. Abbot didn't waste time, he wouldn't let himself. 

He couldn't just let go of the rush of the field, so where better to mimic that chaos that the ED in a major New York hospital?

That's where he met you. Already well established there, starting a whole three months before he did, the two of you hit it off. He'd never met anyone who could keep up with him so well. You were a match on the unit, and out of it.

There was no denying the chemistry between the two of you. And Abbot, who did not believe in luck and the universe, fell in love with you. Hard. 

He let himself believe you felt the same way. Weeks after you said it, he finally let himself truly accept it. That someone loved him.

And it was perfect. He had everything he could need inside and outside of work. Until he didn't. 

It was stupid, the hospital had a big function to thank its staff, and at said function you had been awarded some sort of honor for your hard work and dedication, most patients saved consecutively they had said. You laughed and accepted the little trophy, saying you were just doing your job. 

He knew you deserved it, you were amazing afterall, but he couldn't help the evil twist of jealousy in his gut. 

That was the end of it all.

Small arguments grew more frequent, and into larger ones, he started taking longer shifts, and everything changed.

All of a sudden the two of you weren't the two of you anymore. It came to a head one night when you called out his jealousy, confused yourself over it. Why can't he be happy for you? You're a team after all? But it wasn't enough. And he found himself in Pittsburgh and you stayed in New York City. 

He just had to be the best didn't he? 

Now here you were, facing him with the same pain he’d caused all that time ago. 

But it was different now, he was different. And he needed you to forgive him. He needed you. More than anything. 

He opened his mouth up to say something but you cut him off,

“You know that if you call I’ll come, damnit Jack I’ll run if need be. But I'm so afraid of outshining you again and losing to your ego.” You cried out, moving to stand in front of his seat, eyes boring down into his pleading ones. 

“Please, please change your mind about staying. Outshine me by all means, I expect, I look forward to it. Just, just stay. With me.” Starting out impassioned, his decree ended in a whisper, tears filling his own eyes at the thought of all of this being for naught.

“Jack…”

He pressed his forehead to yours, anchoring himself, a man changed, and ready to show you that he has changed.

A deep breath,

“I love you.”

[magiturge]

I'm now curious what and/or who has the most cool factor in Hank's opinion (aside from itself, of course)

-💻🌌

it's.. kind of varied. i got tired of writing by hand so please look under the cut for context, i talked about in a previous post a headcanon that hank feels no physical attraction to anyone in the sense of thinking someone is "hot" "pretty" "sexy" but views appearance in a lens of how cool it is / cool factor. it does not vocalize this unless there's nothing else to talk about while also not super focused on something else.

for deimos : deimos's style isn't exactly something hank would wear but it can respect the craftsmanship that was put into the outfit. ( i.e. drawings on shoes, keychains on backpack ) he does think his outfit is kind of cool but just wouldn't wear it. the cigarette is cool.. aesthetically / visually but in practice with how much deimos hacks and coughs, it gets a bit lame and displeasing.

for doc : thinks that whatever doc is wearing is fitting for him, he would wear the style as casual wear but not as full on / main outfit. it fits for the purpose of doc being someone who lays low and doesnt get involved in missions as much as hank does. hank thinks doc does look a bit cool with the mohawk but thinks doc being bald is kind of funny. not really cool, but funny and fitting.

for sanford : overwhelmingly neutral. hank thinks it's a pretty plain outfit, that sanford could do more with it but it's fitting nonetheless. sanford doesn't need to change but it would be nice if he could add a little something to it. he thinks sanford's back tattoo is cool though.

for jeb : very.. very tacky. leaning into savior image way too much. to hank it's like a mish mash of elements that could work together but jeb is not wearing it properly. he thinks it fits jeb but because it fits doesnt mean it thinks its cool. thinks his sunglasses are stupid.

for tricky : thinks her style is kind of weird but it is consistent and fitting. it's weird but kind of cool, it's sort of like jeb in the sense that it is a mish mash of elements but they seem more cohesive and lean into each other more.

for phobos : looks stupid. very stupid. his opinion is offset by how much it saw of phobos's statues in nexus city, already got the feeling that this guy was full of himself. he thinks the red cape is tacky and stupid, similar to jeb in theres elements that could work but it's executed poorly. low on the cool.

for auditor : thinks they have potential but are wasting it. likes the black and red color combination.. for obvious reasons. they have a lot of potential being someone who shapeshifts and can look like they have flames coming off of them but thinks that auditor is wasting their potential / putting presentation in the wrong areas. makes themselves look lame. summoning swords out of nowhere is COOL but they carry themselves poorly.

for sheriff : doing too much in the sense of wearing way too much. opinion is offset because fighting with him is really annoying so it dislikes the outfit for different reasons but in a vaccuum, it's too much. likes his leather chaps, would wear them if he found a pair that fit.

[lou-struck]

Distracting

Keiji Akaashi x reader

College AU!

WC: 2k

~ Thanks to the new library aid, your once quiet study spot has become much more… Distracting

a/n: sorry I have been gone for so long, it's been hard to do things lately. I hope you like this one. I tried to make it cohesive but when you start something and stop it in bi-weekly intervals you tend to loose yourself a bit in the process.

There is always that one damn professor who takes an extra step to make their course more challenging for students for no reason in particular.  

Yours is your history professor, known throughout the campus as Dr. Asshole. He is known for handwriting confusing exam questions and surprise Pop Quizzes on material chapters ahead of the assigned reading.

His newest pretentious obsession is assigning massive papers and requiring that his students research the whole thing using non-digital sources. This wouldn't be an issue normally, but your university is in the middle of nowhere, and there are at least a hundred students in this particular class. Which means every desperate student looking to raise their grade will be flocking to the library trying to find as many sources they can.

As soon as your class and you start your usual walk to the university's library, your usual study spot, and hope it will be the goldmine of information you need it to be. 

The sliding glass doors part for you as you enter. The faint smell of books wafts under your nose as you enjoy the natural sunlight that streams in through the glass skylights. The quiet, studious atmosphere lacks the noisy distractions that are back at your place. The air is comfortable, not too warm, and not too cold.

Your usual table is bare and sun-soaked under the glass skylights. Your book bag slides stiffly down your shoulder, and you wonder if it would be a good idea to leave it unattended for a few minutes.

Your eyes scan the room. There are a few students lounging in the corner on some large beanbags, Little white earbuds snug in their ears as they scroll through their sleek, thin, laptops. You see the back of one of the Library assistants slowly pushing a cart of books down a lowly lit aisle. 

Your gut tells you that you can trust the small group of randos. You set your bag down on the table so you can begin your search for academic materials. Slowly, you make your way down the rows of books. The space has never looked cleaner; all the selves, even the hard-to-reach ones, are free of dust, and as you flip through possible sources, you notice that someone has taken the time to smooth out previously dog-eared pages and pluck out the old bookmarks. 

After only searing the shelves for a few minutes, you have an uncomfortably tall stack of books in your arms. 

For balance, you stretch your chin out to steady the stack as you start to walk back to your table. The smooth laminate of the book jackets causes your literary mountain to quake as you shuffle through the shelves. Your arms burning from the weight as you turn a blind corner. 

There's a crash

There's some cursing

And you are on the ground…The books clattering to the floor around you as you wonder how you ended up face to carpet. 

Books are scattered all around you as a hand comes into your peripheral. It extends itself toward you as if it was trying to help you up.

"Are you alright!? I am so sorry." the voice of its owner says. Their voice laced with genuine concern as you take in the worried face of and the dark, slightly-messy hair of Keiji Akaashi. You know him as the setter for your university's Volleyball team. 

You have only ever seen him with his friends walking to practice or from the stands whenever you make it to a home game. Never up close like this. He is so handsome that you wonder if you hit your head during your fall to have just noticed it.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks again, and you realize that you haven't answered him at all. You must've been too busy admiring how great the lean athlete looks in his cream-colored sweater.

"Yeah," you reply, taking his hand and allowing him to help you to your feet. "I'm all right."j

"Really?' His blue eyes are looking you over again as if he doesn't believe you.

You know your head and give him a sweet smile. "I'm positive. I'll take a whole lot more than a book cart to take me out."

"That's a relief." he chuckles, "I guess I got a bit distracted earlier." his gaze casting downwards slightly. They embarrassingly land on a half-open book, which must be the cause of this whole thing. 

"Pride and Prejudice?" you muse, craning your neck to view the title. "Good choice. I'd get distracted too."

"It's a great book." he sighs, "But I should've been paying more attention to where I was going. Especially with the cart, those wheels are stubborn." 

You look at the cart behind him and find yourself agreeing with him. The library may have been renovated fairly recently, but those carts were not included in the remodel. "I see what you mean; they certainly have seen better days." Your fingers reach out to gently tug at the peeling top layer of paint on the cart. The tan color covers up chipped and uneven coats of grays and black from years past. 

It brings a silly smile to your lips when you think about the similar paint job covering the light switches back at your rental. College housing does not have the highest caliber or repairs, and so it is often subjected to the 'landlord special.'

You notice that he is watching you, his blue eyes scanning your features like he is reading a book. They flicker from your eyes to your mouth as if he is trying to discern what you are thinking at that moment. 

This careful attention isn't creepy at all. It's rather endearing. Especially coming from someone as blatantly attractive as Keiji Akaashi. 

Your cheeks burn with embers of youthful bashfulness, and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Oh wow, you were really carrying a lot of books," he comments, looking away from you long enough to notice your stack of fallen library books. Without any hesitation, he crouches down and begins gathering the pile for you. 

"You think so?" you ask. "I still don't know if I have enough for my assignment." the somber tone of your voice causes the library aide to inspect the large stack of books in his arms.

"Let me guess, you have Dr. Asshole this semester." he chuckles dryly. "I had him last spring."

"He's really the worst," you chuckle. "I just want to get this paper over with before everyone is fighting over the same three books."

"I remember that," he laments, "Bokuto- uhh, my friend was in that class for about one hour before he dropped it. I think that was the smartest thing he has ever done."

"I think I'm a bit too stubborn to drop." you chuckle, holding your arms out to take the books from his sweater-clad arms. 

"And I'm a bit too stubborn to give these back to you." he glances at the tables behind you. "Where are we taking these?" 

"I- can take them back myself," you say defiantly, a light playfulness to your tone.

"I'm sure you can. But it's the least I can do after running you over with a book cart."

"It's hard to argue with that logic. My spot is right there." you point to your lonely table as he follows behind you. Easily carrying the stack of books you had selected. 

Having a gorgeous man carry your books was something you thought only existed in coming-of-age rom-coms (or whatever). But now that it's happening in real life, you can't say that the experience is not enjoyable.

"Is there alright?" he asks, gesturing to the tabletop. When you nod, he sets the pile down at your spot and notices that there is a student waiting by the checkout counter, their fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. Keiji sees them and lets out a deep sigh, "I guess I have to get back to work, but if you need any help finding more books for your paper, I'd be more than happy to help."

You hate that this little moment, whatever it was, is over. But you understand that he has a job to do, and so do you. "Thank you, I will definitely let you know if my pile is too small."

He smiles so genuinely at your words that you start to wonder if him hitting you with that book cart is one of the best things to ever happen to you. 

As he walks away, you get settled into your seat and take the first book from your pile. Your eyes scan over the crinkly, water-damaged pages without really processing anything. 

How could you think about anything other than Keiji Akaashi, the volleyball-playing, sweater-wearing, snarky library assistant who keeps glancing over at you from his desk?

You hide your smile with the palm of your hand, determined to pretend to be engrossed in your studies.

~

Half an hour later, you have not made any progress on your paper at all. Your poor, distracted brain tries to read those tiny words. But you can't comprehend anything. So you're just staring down at the pages with a furrowed brow.

It's not your fault, really…

It's his…

You wonder if he takes pleasure in distracting little old you. 

As if to test this theory of yours, you shyly glance back over at the checkout counter only to make direct eye contact with Akaasi. His blue eyes shine almost mockingly as if to say, 'I caught you.'

You look back at your incomprehensible book, trying to make your movements as natural as possible. But from the corner of your eye, you notice that he's coming over. 

"Someone just turned this one in," he says, placing a well-loved book at the top of your pile. "I thought it would help you with your paper."

"Thank you." you beam, not realizing that your empty page of notes is shining up at him. 

"It's not a problem." he smiles. 'You may want to move on from that one; it doesn't seem to be giving you anything useful."

He caught you. You feel that familiar, embarrassing heat creeping its way up your neck. You shake it away and look at him with a reassuring smile.

"Masterpieces take time." you chuckle, "What would Dr. Asshole say if he found out I rushed through this precious little paper of his."

He leans against the wood. "There's a difference between taking your time and getting distracted." the way he murmurs that last word sends the butterflies resting in your stomach flying all over the place. Their imaginary wings tickle your heart as they travel upwards.

"Just watch." you grin, taking a new book off of your pile. "I am about to make so much progress."

"I'll believe it when I see it," he says, turning to walk back to his table. You may not notice it, but the tips of his ears are flushed a deep shade of pink as he glances back at you from over his shoulder.

Determinedly, you read away. Jotting down little bits of information with a newfound energy. Cute library aides may be distracting, but passing this class is a bit more important at this moment.

You manage to get a decent amount of work done before your water bottle runs dry. 

The warm air makes studying without it rather uncomfortable, so you grab the cylinder and take it to the water fountain near the bathroom. 

By the time you come back to your spot, you notice a little blue notecard on your tabletop taped to a pack of gum.

Sorry again for running you over. I had to go to practice, but I hope this makes up for it. - K. Akaashi

In this moment, you couldn't care less about the gum. How could you when his phone number is carefully printed at the bottom of the card?

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[gabessquishytum]

Was reminiscing about a part of my life I sort of just forgot about and decided to make it dreamling. Yolo.

Dream is incredibly insecure about his body. He’s always wearing tons of layers and long coats and doing everything possible to hide how unattractive he thinks he is. Then for his birthday, Desire signs him up for pole dancing classes (they frame it very teasingly, but in truth they really do think it would be good for their brother. They’d never say that to his face though). Luckily they have Death on their side and manage to convince him to at least try out one class.

He shows up very very nervous. He’s wearing exercise clothes, but still as fully covered as he can be and practically shrinking into himself. But the studio is honestly… very comfortable. The lights are dim, and there’s soft music playing and pillows on the ground, and while the poles are very intimidating, there’s not a single mirror in the whole place. And of course, the instructor is so welcoming and soothing, and so patient with Dream’s nervousness (and the nerves of the other students- it’s a little relieving almost to know he’s not the only one insecure and nervous). It also helps, Dream is a little ashamed to admit, that the instructor doesn’t look the way he expected. He’s heavier set, with abundant body hair, and loose torn up gym clothes.

As the class goes on, Dream feels… better than he expected. Everyone else is learning with him, there’s no mirrors to obsess over what he looks like, and they’re all encouraged to be vocal in their compliments and encouragement to each other. Dream starts to feel more in touch with his body, feeling how it moves to do the simple spins they start with. The instructor always reminds them- here, they’re dancing for themselves. If they feel good, then that’s what matters.

And at the end of the class, the students all take a seat on the pillows on one side of the room, and are told to pick a song for their instructor to perform a dance to. He improvs a simple routine, but incorporates the moves they learned in that day's class, while also showing them how those moves are foundational for more complex spins and tricks, and how they can all build together into a cohesive dance. Dream is enraptured, watching how strong and elegant he is, but also how happy and how comfortable he seems. Dream realizes that more than looking any certain way, he wants, so badly, to feel like that.

Hob gets it. He’s been there. He used to be so down and negative about his body, too caught up in his insecurities to really live life. He got lucky that his friend Johanna dragged him to his first pole dancing class. He got even luckier that the instructor, Eleanor, was so kind and patient with him, even as he fumbled and resisted any pushback to his negative self worth. He learned a lot in those classes- he learned how amazing his body really was, and developed an honest passion for pole dancing, which was lovingly encouraged by his instructor-turned-wife. When Eleanor passed, he took over the studio in her honor.

Apparently, he’s following in her footsteps more than he expected… by falling for one of his students.

-🦇

Pole dancing Hob!!!! We all need a pole dancing Hob!!!!

Dream is surprised to find that he wants to go back to the class a second time. He's even more surprised that he finds the courage to take off his hoodie and do the class with bare arms - considering how much he generally covers up, its a big step for him. He's a little overwhelmed, honestly, and finds himself lingering in the studio after the class is over. He's trying to soak up how the place makes him feel, hoping that he can take some of that feeling home with him.

Hob notices him and the two end up sitting on the cushions together, where Dream admits that he's struggling with these complex thoughts about his body and self worth. He makes some kind of throwaway remark - "I wish I looked more like you, I wish i had your confidence." and Hob chuckles gently. He explains that it took him a long time to be at peace with his body. He spent way too long over-exercising and trying to maintain a physique that just wasn't healthy for him. Now he considers himself to be in the best shape of his life because he's HAPPY, and having a bit of cushioning is just an added bonus.

Dream is a little bit in awe. He's never had an honest conversation about bodies and stuff like that before. He's maybe a tiny bit in love with Hob already, and it only has a little bit to do with his incredible arse.

And honestly, Hob is a little bit in awe of Dream. He sees true courage in his new student's eyes as he takes to the pole each week, learning new skills and even developing bonds with the other students. It's kind of sexy seeing a man confront his fears and experience personal growth. Maybe Hob will make a move... After he's finished choreographing an intricate routine for them to perform, together <3

[reimeichan]

What Does Healing With DID Mean?

I've seen a few posts recently where people talk about and explore what it means to heal and recover when you have DID. I thought I'd weigh in to that discussion a bit, based on the research I've read, the professionals I've talked to, and my own experiences.

Healing looks different for everyone. But what exactly does that mean? Healing does not inherently mean "achieving normality", as normality is a vague concept that may not even be achievable in some cases. As such, healing needs to be defined individually; what it means to heal and recover will thus naturally differ from person to person, system to system. Someone may wish to have access to all their memories and decrease amnesia. Someone else may wish to fully deprogram and decondition triggers they have instilled in them from years of trauma and abuse. Still another may describe healing for themselves as being able to live in a way that they actually look forward to the future. And these are just small examples of goals that people may have to define their healing experience.

And, similarly, the ways they may reach those goals may look different. One system may wish to fully fuse into a singular self in order to decrease amnesia, while another system may rely more on note-taking and other external ways to help their memory while keeping their parts separate. Or, maybe one system finds it beneficial to treat their alters individually in order to learn how to trust and work together, while another finds that treating themselves as individuals actually increases animosity between each other and prevents cohesion between parts. Or one system finds it beneficial to learn how to be at peace with being multiple and living with dissociation, as dissociation isn't inherently bad, while another strives to minimize dissociation as much as possible so that they do not slip back into maladaptive habits.

Whatever the case may be, it's up to the system and, potentially, their mental health team, to help them define and decide what their recovery goals are and how to achieve them. And that may mean that goals may shift, and tactics may change, as the system discovers what works for them and what they truly want, but it doesn't mean that any one "goal" or "tactic" is any more "correct" than another.

Ultimately, that means that while we as a community can try our best to give advice for what's been helpful for us to try to help others from potentially hurting themselves further, at the end of the day it's up to the individual and to the system to figure out for themselves what's actually beneficial and helpful for them, and what's preventing them from reaching their recovery goals. Instead of condemning each other for "healing incorrectly" or "being anti-recovery", I think it would be more helpful if we uplifted each other instead by encouraging good practices between each other and within ourselves.

[n3ptoonz]

May I request headcanons of the MK1 Earthrealm Champions watching the reader practicing a dance she choreographed herself in a dance studio?

If you need music for the vibe of her dance, I got you:

sure can!

mk1 hcs: earthrealm champions with a choreographer girlfriend

no warnings, pre-blind kenshi, lowkey self indulgent as a dancer myself hehehe

Raiden

loves to just sit and watch you work. the intense focus on your face as you start and stop again when you change your mind or try to rework a move was so fascinating to him

when he watches you dance he sometimes relates it to how he trains. he finds similarities and differences when it comes to doing something properly or fixing an error

once he sees you fully get everything right and the way you wanted it to be executed, he's so proud of you. weeks, sometimes a month's work finally paying off had him grinning ear to ear FOR you. if you look close enough in the mirror, you might even see him doing some of the moves very slightly in his seat

Kung Lao

is so excited that you let him sit in and watch you. surprisingly he wasn't so distracting even while loudly hyping you up over the music, it really just fueled you more

dude thinks he's on the team, expect him to be like "wait isn't it this?" every 15 minutes. it takes one good glare to get him to shut it up 😭 but now he just hesitantly raises his hand like a scolded child when he wants to help

little did you know every time he went back home, he lowkey couldn't stop memorizing some of your moves. even the ones he suggested/helped correct. so when you fully go over it he's in the corner halfway in sync but still determined to do what you do since he admires your determination to be the best you can be. just like him!

Kenshi Takahashi

with how intensely focused he is watching you, you'd think you're boring him, but it's quite the opposite. he's so captivated and drawn in by how your body moves so cohesively. if you felt unsure about this and asked him what he thought so far, without thinking he's just like "you look amazing" but was that really the question? 🤔

i have a hc that he's only good at slow dancing and/or traditional dancing but otherwise the man's got two left feet. so he wouldn't be dancing along, but most definitely singing along. in and outside of your studio. like you'd be out at lunch and he's humming the entire song w/o realizing

when it's all done he cannot wait to see the full thing. i'm talking like his hands are clasped together and he has a full grin on his face, and when you start it melts right back into intense focus. anybody outside looking in would easily think he's hypnotized (he definitely is)

Johnny Cage

silly goose, did you think he wasn't gonna join you?? he simply cannot sit and watch you be cool as fuck. he could also use some pointers anyway. and he might wanna include something like this in a film (he definitely wants to)

he's more focused than you are. he actually contributed one and a half some moves himself! all the dramatics you could possibly imagine him doing, he's doing exactly that. "1 and 2 and- POW! Uh!" like okay chronic theatre kid syndrome is in full effect!

you have to try to manage to outshine HIM once it's all finished. he's been going full out since you were still figuring out the first eight count. he'd be dancing circles around you if you weren't such a professional, otherwise...let's just say does hollywood even need a newest star?!

[ruija]

Well I really love your art, may I ask how do u color? I struggle with coloring turtles and I wasn't to know how do u do that?

Hi anon! That's a very broad question, so you've given me a great excuse to ramble anything I want about my coloring, eehehehee~! This will be in two parts and I'll start with talking about my simpler coloring style.

As in, when I color characters on a white background, with a limited or light palette.

The driving force behind this style is me being lazy. My time, energy, and attention span are pretty limited, so if I want to finish anything, I gotta do it fast. And with fanart, I'm usually just doing it for fun and relaxation, so there's no need to push myself to polish it too much.

Despite that, I rarely post just black and white sketches or line arts. I always try to add at least a little bit of toning or shading, because that makes the image easier to read. The characters and their shapes pop out and catch the eye of the viewer better.

However, in this particular example, just the couple toning colors don't quite do the job. The way Don and Leo are entangled makes the center area of this illustration very busy and hard to read.

As a comparison; this pic has only one tone + mask colors, and it works. This is because all the characters are standing separately and their poses are very stationary and simple.

So for the Don + Leo pic, adding some shadows helps in bringing out shapes and depths. Also in general, if you don't feel like drawing BGs, it's good to at least add a shadow below the characters. It grounds them and makes them feel like they exist within a space.

Sometimes if the posing looks too complex and busy, it might just be best to color in the characters fully.

However, even if I do full flat colors, I tend to use a lighter palette. Putting characters in their neutral/default color on a white BG can look a bit jarring as if they're floating in a void. It feels less immersive and like the picture is unfinished.

Using lighter colors makes the image more cohesive, and fits the characters into the white environment a bit more naturally.

If I'm too lazy to draw a BG, I prefer using stylized and limited colors. It feels deliberate and that the whiteness is just part of the palette, whereas the character-accurate colors on white don't match as well, even if they're more pastel.

That being said, there's nothing wrong with just slapping the flat-colored characters on a white background. As you know, I do it too. I'm just exposing my 'fancy coloring style' for what it is; me being lazy, hah!

Limited and monochromatic palettes are a nice shortcut even when you do actual backgrounds. It's faster and you don't have to worry about clashing colors. And you can still convey atmosphere and mood.

Also, on the topic of conserving your time and efforts; I think it's very common among younger/less experienced artists to think that the amount of time you spend on your art piece = how good and well received that piece will be.

Which has some merit to it of course, but it can lead to putting too much effort into areas where it's not necessary. E.g. filling the piece with tons of details and clutter that don't serve an actual purpose, but rather make the image hard to read. Or doing really complicated shading for a meme/comic, where simplicity would deliver the joke better.

So whenever I'm drawing something I intend to publish, whether it's a quick doodle or a more polished piece, I try to follow these two principles: Make it easily readable and do the bare minimum that needs to be done to convey what I want to convey.

Putting time into practice is important, but if you draw for work, it's also crucial that you know how to prioritize and use your time efficiently!

Anyway, thanks for reading! In the next part I'll go into how I do my fully colored pieces, so stay tuned for that!

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Hello! I just found your blog and am very grateful there’s someone out there who’s trying to help people like me with my writing endeavours 🙏

I do have a question about plot I was hoping you might be able to help me with? Essentially, I know what I want my plot to be, but as I’m writing it out, I just can’t seem to make the story flow? Like I can write point 1 and I can write point 2, but u can’t connect them.

I don’t know if this makes sense. I’m sorry if it’s confusing 😅 But I’d appreciate any help, and thanks for reading this. Feel free to discard!! 💕💕

Sorry if this response was a bit late! Thank you for this question!!!

I'm so glad you stumbled upon my blog and that you're finding the content helpful. I promise, It's writers like you who inspire me to keep creating these resources. 💕

I totally understand the struggle with plot flow - it's one of the most common challenges new writers face. You don't need to worry, you're not alone in this! I've been there myself, especially with the projects I'm currently working on. and I'm happy to share some tips that might help you smooth out the tricky transition between your plot points.

First off, it's important to remember that a well-paced, cohesive plot doesn't just happen - it takes work to craft the "perfect" seamless narrative. But the good news is, there are some techniques you can use to bridge those gaps and keep your story moving forward in a natural way.

One thing to consider is your character's motivations and how they drive the plot forward. Ask yourself: What is my character's goal in this scene? What obstacles are they facing? How do those obstacles create tension and push the story onward? Grounding each plot point in your character's inner and outer journey can help you find those logical transitions.

It also might be helpful to take a step back and look at the bigger picture of your story. Try mapping out your major plot points on a timeline or outline. This can reveal areas where you might be missing crucial details or inciting incidents that would naturally lead from one point to the next. I've tried this multiple times and it really helped me.

And PLEASE don't be afraid to experiment! Try writing different versions of those tricky transitions - maybe your character reacts in an unexpected way, or an external event could shake up the status quo. Play around until you find an approach that feels organic and true to your story. Your story doesn't need to be linear, it can truly change however many times you want, especially during revision until you publish (if that's what you choose to do.)

Most importantly, be patient with yourself. Developing a compelling, well-structured plot takes time and practice. The more you write, the more you'll hone your skills and gain an instinct for pacing and flow. Pacing and flow is a really big issue for me. Sometimes it makes me even want to rewrite my entire draft. However, I make sure to know it's my world, my characters, and my story. I can change switch around any time I want.

I hope these suggestions give you a helpful starting point! Let me know if you have any other questions - I'm always happy to brainstorm and offer feedback. Wishing you all the best in your writing! 🙌 - Rin T

[dross-the-fish]

I've read your posts about the musical and I was curious. Do you dislike when adaptations change things? Do you think the changes made for the Phantom of the Opera musical work or no?

If you're going to make changes from the source material then you need to make sure those changes are cohesive or an improvement. By and large I feel like the ALW musical makes changes that don't really add or improve the story. Some of them aren't a big deal, like changing the managers names, Erik's deformity needed to be changed for practical reasons, general condensing of the plot to fit time frame. What doesn't work about it is cutting out the Daroga and giving his role to Madam Giry. It makes no sense that Giry knows so much about the phantom but isn't actively working harder to protect Christine from him. I also think it suffers from not having someone who tries to be Erik's voice of reason in the way the Daroga was in the book. While condensing is necessary to a point I feel like skipping over the whole week Christine and Erik spent together does them both a disservice and weakens their relationship. It's fine to leave things up to inference or to use a narrative short hand in some cases but having Christine immediately unmask him upon waking and then having him take her back in the very same scene with no indication that time passed feels very rushed IMO and it makes no sense that she's signing about the Phantom of the Opera being inside her mind when she still thinks he's her Angel of Music. I feel like a lot of people's defense boils down to "It looks pretty" or "it's about conveying emotion!" but how can either of those things matter if the story isn't cohesive and the characters feel flat? The only times I feel ANYTHING for Christine at all are during "Wishing you were some how here again" and the "Final Lair" That said I think most of the second act is fairly strong. I do like how the musical conveys the way Erik haunts the Opera House and the rehearsal for Don Juan Triumphant is one of my favorite moments in the 25th anniversary special. I'm not as assed about the changes made to Raoul from the book, I think musical Raoul is...fine. I don't love him and I don't like how some of the actors portray him but in context he works well enough. I do wish they'd stuck with him vehemently not wanting Christine to sing for Erik and Christine being the one to insist because she wants to say good bye. I feel like as much as the musical leans into Erik and Christine having something between them they did cut out a lot of things that would make a mutual attraction feel at least somewhat credible. Yeah you can have all the longing looks and loaded with innuendo lyrics you want but if you don't make your female protagonist more of an active participant in her own story it just makes it look like she's giving in to manipulation. I really hate how she's left begging Raoul "Please don't make me do this, he scares me!" and everyone around her kind of goes "You have to because he's going to keep killing if you don't," when there was a much better alternative already in cannon of Christine caring about Erik enough to want to sing for him one more time.

[obsob]

I'm an artist who has difficulty colouring work, so if you're ever comfortable sharing i would love to see what the process of someone else to who colouring does not come natural look like! I love how your colours turn out, so warm and cohesive without being washed out. When I look at the process of other artists I admire they often seem to hit on their colours quickly, so it would be very helpful to see the process of someone who struggles more, like I do.

hi !!! i posted process vids for these three drawings which u might find helpful but they go pretty quick so i will try and explain more!

-my big number one advice is doing underpainting, this is all the yellow u see me use in the process vids. this is partly so i can alpha lock them for easy colouring but also, i use semi-opaque brushes when doing my main colouring which lets the yellow peek through every part of the drawing, giving everything a uniform undertone! very very helpful i recommend it a lot :3 things like overlay / multiply layers can help bring all your colours together as well and make a big difference. i also like to use soft light / subtract layer modes. just play around!! i do however think its good practice for your drawing to work without those modes as well, you dont want to rely on them to make the drawing work, just enhance it! heres a drawing of mine with and without the various layer modes - a big difference and more impactful with, but the drawing on the left still looks fine without!

-as for how i go about choosing colours i hve two ways. mainly nowadays i just eyeball it but i also sometimes use colour pallets like these! how i make these palettes is by auto generating palettes from images in procreate which is so so helpful. if u see artwork u rlly like the colours its a great way of trying those colours for yourself without having to do as much thinking. when u get a sense for it u can start coming up with your own palettes!

-i cant talk abt this without talking about colour theory. i am not an expert but its really worth familiarising yourself with what colours work / contrast each other. if u want to, for example make a warm toned drawing u simply just stay away from cool toned colours! u can still have them in, but there still needs to be a warm undertone that can be done with the underpainting or just eyeballing! i hvent used palettes for a long while now and ive always found it easier to choose cohesive palettes with these than using the like big wheel or smth.

i prefer picking colours like this bc i feel like i can more easily control the undertone, than if i was picking off a colour wheel etc.

a lot of my success just comes from practice and experience! but smtimes colours r just stinky n are hard to get th vibes for . i usually just walk away and take a break and smtimes have an epiphany and other times if ur rlly struggling just throw the whole colouring out and start again !! and if ur rlly rlly rlly struggling take a look at ur actual drawing again. smtimes if ur composition/ shading etc is weird it makes the colours go on wack bc u dont have a good foundation!!!!!

anyway i dont think i explained this well. go forth and colour ur brain is big etc

[lynsstrange]

the marauders as color/winter guard performers headcannons

(For the enjoyment of me and the probably one other person on the platform who’s two niche interests somehow overlap)

James:

Section leader during marching season, team captain during winter season

Takes it VERY seriously

Is the reason they have twelve hours of practice a week, but also the reason they score very high

Everyone hates him the second conditioning comes around, constantly yelling at the team (Sirius) to try harder while they’re doing suicides and across the floors at seven in the morning

Rifle prodigy (he cannot stfu about showing off how many rotations he can do)

The overzealous upperclassman that scares off incoming freshmen

Always the one lending money at competitions for food. Also has first aid stuff, electric tape, hand warmers, and just about anything else the team could be in need of packed

Basically Team Mom ™

Mary:

TECHNICALLY co-captain

Her and James are constantly bickering over whether her position is official (“That’s Mary, our FLAG SERGEANT” “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN”)

She’s much more involved in flag, doesn’t like weapon as much

A good teacher, but brutally honest to anyone she sees as not meeting expectations

Resident playlist-maker, and has dominion over the speaker in the back of the bus

Is constantly critiquing the show design and advocating for aesthetic cohesion (“the rifles would look so much better if the bolts were taped blue, just saying”)

Sirius:

Is good at weapon, more so sabre

Doesn’t like flag as much, but always gets stuck on solos on it because he’s talented

Manages to miss his drill dot EVERY FUCKING TIME by just a little bit and it sends James into rage

Never really knows the counts, but always in time

Manages to look good even in the shittiest of costumes

Trauma dumps and tells wildass stories in the back of the bus on the way back from late night comps

Constant guard terminology sexual innuendo (“Remus, I need you to strip- your silk, Remus, mind out of the gutter 🙄”)

Remus:

He doesn’t know how he got here

Meaning he got dragged into it by Sirius and James

(Mostly James)

Is basically being held hostage because of his skill- that being that he’s a lot stronger than he looks, so he’s good at rifle when he actually tries

Always has some dusty ass beat up novel in his competition duffle (me)

Late to practice or gone often because he has so many other academic commitments lmao

Always covered in bruises from getting whacked by equipment

Competitive only when it comes to Sirius. (Sirius can do a one handed forty five?? Remus can do a DOUBLE one handed forty five)

Lily:

Marching band historian during fall season

Runs the guard’s social media pages

Organizes all team parties

A STICKLER for team traditions, and makes sure they’re continued on each year

Pretty well-rounded, but prefers flag

Like Remus, only truly competitive and spiteful when it comes to James

All the freshmen love her because she’s a good teacher, and she has a special talent of talking just about anyone into auditioning

Always mad about the state of disarray in the guard room

Peter:

Like Remus, isn’t sure how he ended up here

Isn’t really that great at anything, but he tries real hard

Plays trumpet or smth during marching season lmao

And somehow ended up in guard by peer pressure and a crippling fear of being left out

Marlene:

Weapon NERD

And honestly all around guard nerd

Is almost as enthusiastic as James

She even did baton for a short period of time for fun

Is one of those people who can just whip rifle around in that effortless way (you know the type of person I’m talking about)

Constantly coming to James with feedback about choreography, and they’re always either getting along very well or at odds

Definitely on her way to DCI

Resident makeup helper (she can do a mean cat eye, even on a highway in a school bus)

Maybe at some point I’ll do the skittles or other various characters lol but for now I’m imagining just the in-universe Gryffindors/marauders as one team haha

[sweetiesicheng]

wooyoung - star player

word count : 979

i need it on record that i know absolutely nothing about soccer besides this one player who was on a cover on a magazine okay thanks bye

-

"don't let them past you! you're breaking formation!" you hear your coach yell as you and your team run through practice. your team had previously made it into the semi-finals for a tournament in your district. all of you have been practicing like crazy for the game that is at the end of next week.

after awhile, your team is given a break. practice would last for at least another two hours, but the boys soccer team also had to get on the field with your team to practice for a match they’re in.

"you look like someone ran over you.”

you look up while drinking from your water bottle to see the captain of the boys's team, jung wooyoung.

"what do you want, jung?" you ask him as he drops his bags down on the grass in front of you.

"just messing with you," he says and crouches down so he can peck your lips, "you're doing great, babe."

you smile at him, "thanks."

"hey, coach has to talk to someone. you guys take a break while we warm up," one of the guys says to your team.

"i'll take it."

"yea, i'm beat."

"thanks."

some of the guys start practicing on the field while your team took a much needed break. wooyoung sits down across from you, digging in his backpack before pulling out a container.

"here, my mom made this," wooyoung says to you and starts feeding you snacks that he has in the small container. “good?” you nod your head.

"captain! you're gonna have to practice eventually!" you hear one of his teammates yell from the field.

wooyoung turns around, "shut up!" he yells and turns back to you. "have the rest," he offers, "i have another box," he adds before kissing your cheek.

wooyoung gets up and hurries to the field, immediately starting to practice with his team.

"your boyfriend is so head over heels for you," one of your teammates says as she undos her hair to redo it.

"he's only being like this because we got into semis this year," you reply, "we still bicker like an old married couple."

"you two are so cute," another teammate says before sighing, "if only i could find a guy like him."

"there's a whole team of lunatics right there."

"didn't you like—?"

"shh!"

your coach comes back after a few minutes, and your team starts practicing again. you run through your usual formations with a few player changes just to try new things out.

"woah!"

"sorry!"

it's trial and error as new players are changed. usually, your team is pretty cohesive, but the pressure is way too tense.

"okay, you two switch again, and you two switch," your coach instructs, making more player changes.

you continue practicing and run across the field. someone passes you the ball, and you start running toward the goal.

"come on y/n!" you hear wooyoung cheer for you. you kick the ball and watch it fly into the net. the goalkeeper misses the ball and falls to the ground. "that's my girl!"

"hey, jung. keep it down," you hear your coach say to the captain.

"nice one, y/n," one of your teammates says to you.

"thanks," you reply.

"let's keep this up," another teammate says, "the other teams won't have a chance against us," she says with a grin.

"alright, ladies, let's run this again," your coach says to all of you.

—

practice ends as the sun starts to set. it’s evident that everyone is beyond tired and hungry at this point.

you sit with your teammates by a set of bleachers. most of them are getting ready to leave while the rest of you take a break before going home. the guys are also hanging out, praising all of you for doing well.

"y/n, want to grab dinner with us?" one of your teammates asks.

"nah, maybe lunch or something else tomorrow," you reply as you take your cleats off.

"suit yourself."

"see you guys!"

people from both teams start trickling off the field. as you get ready to leave, you notice wooyoung talking to some of the players on the bleachers higher up.

you whistle, warning a look from everyone. wooyoung smiles at you before saying his goodbyes and walking over to you, climbing over a few bleachers to get down to you.

"you can stay. i'm going home," you say to him while putting your regular sneakers on.

"no, i'll take you home," he says. "i already called your dad and told him i'd bring you home when coach said practice was gonna be longer," he mentions.

wooyoung picks up his bags before reaching over to grab yours. you try to stop him, but he takes your duffel.

"i got it," he says to you. "hand me your backpack."

"i'll carry it," you say to him, backing away from him when he tries to grab your backpack from you. you stick your tongue out at him and he does the same. "are you staying for dinner?" you ask as you two start walking towards the parking lot.

"i need to go home. my brother went on a field trip and brought me a souvenir," he replies. you continue walking through the parking lot and make it to his car. both of you throw everything into the trunk before getting into the car.

you see wooyoung smiling as he starts his car up.

"what's with that face?" you ask him.

"just admiring how sweaty you look," he replies, earning a glare from you. he laughs for a second. "i'm kidding," he admits. "you're adorable."

"you're not half bad either," you reply.

wooyoung suddenly leans over the center console and kisses you on the lips. "you're doing great out there," he says to you afterwards.

you smile, "thanks, babe."

"anything for my star player."

[mocuna-sims]

👽questions for sim 2 players👽

Hey there, @maisims2, this was really interesting to ponder, so thank you!

📻audio📻

Back then I used to add my own preferred music to the game's folder so my sims could listen to them as well. I also remember downloading simlish version of a few songs and add them since I was only playing with base game or the Life Stories version.

Nowadays I only play with the game's sounds and radio stations whenever my sims turn it on. At home there's always the radio on so I guess I could listen to whatever's on at the moment (tho not willingly).

A year ago I downloaded one of the build/buy songs into my phone cuz I was going to do a custom greeting video for a cousin (long story). I forgot to take it off (also am too lazy to do it now) so whenever my phone's on shuffle there's a chance I'm be jamming to the sims while doing the dishes or taking a shower.

📺visual📺

I didn't know that cc really existed for the sims too until a few years ago, and when I tried it for the fist time I was using the Life Stories Version on a kinda old laptop that I had since my teens (it' still running on windows xp, can you imagine). So while learning about cc etiquete and advises and considering my poor equipment I always tried to keep my cc under the 1gb (my game was taking about 20 minutes to load with that much). Now I have a "better" pc and have ventured more into cc, but my habits has kept my folder in less than 3gb, which I still feel like it's a lot but learning that there's people with around 12gb and even way more... that's insane to me lol.

Onto my choice of cc, I don't think I'm really consistent. I have a mix of maxis-match and 4t2 stuffs (Tho lately I've been favoring 4t2 hairs). I don't have other reason for choosing my cc beyond "I like how it looks". Yeah, some things might stand out more than others, but at the end I don't really mind that much. The only think I guess I'm consistent would be that I tend to avoid alpha stuff, I'm not a fan of that particular aesthetic, and the polycounts scare me.

📖experience📖

I had to reflect on this for quite a while, and I'm still not sure if I'm satisfied with the way I'm wording this, but well...

I'm used to seeing the sims as it's own little world, and I'm a fan of its craziness and quirks; of course there's ghosts and people get abducted and the men come back pregnant (I'm love alien sims and the fact that the other occults exist). While making sims I just used whatever names come across, either from relatives or tv, and built house from mixed sources as well.

I've never felt the need to add any sort representation of my culture in the game. Like I said before, sims are in their little world with their own identity and stuff. Of course, as I grew older I've come to notice the "americanism" of the franchise but like it's not a big deal for me. That is to say, when found out this conversion of an Hallaca I had to have it. That's a traditional Christmas dish from my country Venezuela that is so deary to us. I confess that I barely use it while playing but I just love that it exists.

Moving on to skills, I guess The Sims have been an outlet for my creativity. Designing houses in the game made me dream of becoming an architect (I didn't), and playing with households let my mind run wild with crazy stories. As of now I've been wanting to dive a bit in my writing, and I actually created this blog as a means to practice that while playing challenges, even creating my own, and coming up with somewhat cohesive stories with whatever the game throws me, and it's been fun :)

[tales-of-wocdes]

is sexism a thing In this world? Because I can see Harvard trying his damndest (probably again this wishes, since he strikes me as a man who cares a lot for equality) to teach mc to cook and clean and what not meanwhile my mc is being a complete menace and a dumbass just destroying and eating and poking everything. I can hear lexia in the background screaming to Harvard “SHE ATE THE SOAP AGIAN”.

The soap thing is totally something I can see happening. I imagine, the first time went something like (you said your MC is a she so let's go with that):

"It's made from animal or monster fat, I think." Lexia says glancing over at the bar of soap you are looking over.

That sounds tasty. You heard one of the cooks say that fat equals flavor... So, you take a bite.

"Oh damn it, Havard! Get over here! She's eating things again!"

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Havard absolutely cares that everyone, especially the children are equal. Cooking and cleaning is something everyone should know at least the basics of for him, among other things. How to stay warm, and the value of money, the much discussed "talk" etc. is all stuff he things everyone should know or learn. MC is of course his personal charge so he would prefer that MC learns well... but, I can't control what kind of chaotic little terrors your MCs are :D

The sexism gets a bit into lore stuff so below. And it lead me on a bit of a lore dump.

Sexism is a thing, but not so rampant in Firgrat and the continent the Ancients actively rule. Not to say it does not exists in Firgrat or the continent, people have their opinions and it is a huge city. In the underbelly of the city, I am sure there are all sorts of people who have their opinions and try to enforce them in whatever limited ways they can. In other parts of the world, I would say it is more common. Not everywhere of course.

The Ancients are very much by the type of rulers to try and enforce that everyone is treated equally in a societal sense. For example, there is no nobility in Firgrat because the Ancients do not see how being born is somehow an accomplishment or should give you power over others. Something visiting dignitaries sometime have a lot of trouble with.

Of course, wealth is a dividing factor. While taxation is progressive, the more you earn the more you pay, it does not mean that significant gap does not exist. There is of course, effort being put into giving everyone the chance to excel. The orphanage can be viewed as one such project. However, this is still very much a work in progress.

The Ancients try to enforce that before the law, every life has the same "value" so to speak. That status does not affect treatment and the circumstances of one's birth have nothing to do with how people should be treated.

However, of course it is people doing the practical work in law enforcement and administration, the Ancients have a lot of stuff to worry about and it is doubtful they even know the laws of their city in any detail (at least most of them). And people can be corrupted, bribed etc. However, in few societies does getting caught and investigated from "above" mean quite so much, because there is an absolute authority that can interfere and is "active" so to speak. Slow at times, sense of time is hard for ancient things, but still active.

It is also not that the Ancients are one cohesive whole who always agree either. But they just need to agree on the big picture and leave the details to their "minions", so to speak. Then only interfere if needed :D

I seem to have strayed a bit far from the question, but I hope you are happy with the answer :D