#maybe I'll redo it some day in the future

[ink-drenched-art]

A quick burst of inspo struck me even though i should continue my work. Also I noticed that I've been starving you Leaf so here. More leafy daleth. It looked more epic in my head but this is fine too.

[ruusawa]

✶⋆.˚ ᵈᵃᵐⁱᵃⁿ ʷᵃʸⁿᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

✶⋆.˚ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᶠⁱᶜ, ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒʷ ⁽ᵗᵃʸˡᵒʳ'ˢ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ⁾, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵈᵃᵐⁱᵃⁿ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜʳᵃˢʰᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ⁱᵗ

✶⋆.˚ ⁴⁴⁹ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

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You look beautiful. You always look beautiful to Damian, even more so today. It’s your wedding day. Damian watches as you fuss over the fake pearls in your hair.

Damian tsks, reaching up to gently pull your hands away, “You’ll ruin it,” he murmurs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumble, eying your appearance in the full-length mirror. Your gown is gorgeous, it suits your physique in a way that makes it hard not to stare.

“You’re beautiful,” Damian says, studying you with an appreciative eye.

He goes to say more, but your future Mother-in-law barges in and starts shooing Damian away. He scowls, but obliges. As he leaves, Damian chances one last look back at you, you don’t look happy. Maybe that’s his fault, he fumbled, the only time Damian had fumbled in his life. Maybe that’s why you’re so dead set on pursuing what will ultimately be an unhappy marriage.

The hall is decorated in what Damian could only describe as tacky fake flowers. Not even your favourite ones. He takes his seat, near the back, hiding away from Jon, whom he knows is here somewhere. Jon would only look at him with those stupid, sympathetic eyes and try to comfort Damian. Not that Damian needs comforting. You’re getting married. To someone else. And that’s… not fine. Well shit.

The wedding march sounds like a death march in your ears. You try and keep a smile on your face as you walk down the aisle towards your soon to be husband. You can barely hear the officiant as they begin the ceremony.

“Should anyone present know of any reason this couple should not be joined in matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

There’s the silence, there’s his last chance. Damian stands up. There are ripples of gasps and murmurs.

There are horrified looks from everyone in the room, but you’re only looking at Damian.

“You are not the kind of person who should be marrying the wrong man.” Damian stalks out into the aisle, like he belongs there, objecting to your wedding. “Don’t say yes, run with me now, just hear me out. Don’t say a single vow.”

You step down from the altar. The collective gasp would be laughable if your legs weren’t shaking.

“I love you,” Damian declares.

And that’s it, isn’t it? You’re running before you know it, taking Damian’s hand as you both sprint down the aisle, slamming the doors open, escaping into the cool air of the parking lot.

“Holy shit, I’m a runaway bride,” you can’t help the laugh that tumbles from your lips as Damian rushes you to his car. “I’m so glad you were there.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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i don't know how i feel about this one, i feel like i haven't written damian correctly

i'll probably revisit this and redo it at some point, make it longer

and yes, this is inspired by speak now (taylor's version) and april's wedding in greys

[choccomilch]

*grabby hands*

(Funfact: Drawing Kenshi's tattoos took up to 3 hours but I had a lot of fun with them! Maybe in the future I'll go back to this drawing and redo it as some of the proportions don't look that good to me but I still wanted to post it. Hope you all have a good day!)

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

The State Birds Initiative - Introduction

Before I do ANYTHING else, and before you read anything else...let's start this with a little poll, shall we?

...Look, I'm an overly ambitious person by nature. It's a problem, I'm fully aware. So, in the midst of writing character essays, imagining my own version of the DC Cinematic Universe (I promise, I will return to the Legion of Super-Heroes series; been having writer's block, not gonna lie), and about a dozen other projects that don't include school and my job (one and the same thing, and I love both, but I'll get to that one day)...I had another thought. That I would like to present to the good people of Tumblr (and perhaps beyond).

The state birds suck.

Most people on Tumblr don't know this about me, save for a select few that no me in real life (hey guys, 'sup), but I'm an avid birdwatcher, and am currently working in ornithology as a profession and student. As such, and as a former (and future) teacher, I have a vested passion in spreading the word. And one of the first ways most of us in the United States engage with birds, other than through the world and people around us, is through our national bird and state birds. Oh, and for anybody reading this not from the USA, don't worry, national birds are included here, too.

Now, in case you don't know for whatever reason, each one of the states in the United States has a bird meant to represent the state, designated by the government and often nominated by the state's citizens. This tradition started in 1926, with Kentucky's national bird, the Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis). Now, most states have an official state bird, although Pennsylvania technically has a state game bird, rather than a state bird. We'll get to it. But in any case, there's a bird associated with every state.

But, uh...most of them suuuuuuuuuuuck.

Now, for example, I'm not saying that the Northern Cardinal sucks. Far from it! I love cardinals, and honestly, who doesn't? They're handsome birds, they have a lot of character, they're recognizable in most states in the Union by most people. I love them! But, uh...cardinals are extremely overused as state birds. Kentucky chose them as their state bird first, and were followed by Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, North Carolina, West Virginia, and Virginia. That's ridiculous. Also, wait, really, Virginia? You saw that West Virginia had it already, and STILL went for the cardinal? What the hell?

But why? Maybe there's a good reason for all of those states to choose the cardinal, after all. Obviously, it's present in all of those states, because...well, the Northern Cardinal is basically everywhere. But other than that, why? Well, let's see.

Kentucky: Unclear, but it's likely because of its prevalence, songs, and nonmigratory behavior, at least according to some sources; there isn't a lot of evidence online as to why outside of this.

Illinois: For this one, we blame the children. Yeah, kids voted this one sd the symbol, choosing it over the bluebird, meadowlark, bobwhite, and oriole, according to the Illinois Department of Natural Resources. So, yeah, probably because it's familiar and red.

Indiana: For...reasons. Yeah, even less is known about this choice. Safe to assume, though, that it's because it's familiar and red.

Ohio: Apparently, this is because it's red and has a cheerful song. 'Kay. Again, not a lot of evidence for this one, but we'll go with it.

North Carolina: This one also came down to public vote, after a campaign initiated by the North Carolina Bird Club in 1943. It won over the red-winged blackbird, wild turkey, scarlet tanager, and gray catbird. Apparently, this was the second attempt at a state bird, as the Carolina Chickadee (Poecile carolinensis) had been chosen ten years earlier, but only retained the position for a week because the bird's other name is, and this is true, the tomtit. And that was apparently too lewd for the title of state bird. Jesus. We'll get back to that when I address North Carolina officially.

West Virginia: Again, chosen and voted by schoolchildren, and chosen because it's familiar, red, and has a cheerful song. 'Kay.

Virginia: No idea. Also, don't listen to the sites that say their bird "exemplifies the quality of the state" unless they have the GODDAMN PAPERWORK to back that shit up. If I had to guess, it's possibly because the northern cardinal is one of the first birds seen in the state by settlers to the continental USA, who landed in...Virginia. So, the state's got a historical connection to the cardinal, meaning that the last state to ratify it as a state bird is the one to make the most sense to do so.

So, yeah...only one of those makes sense to me. Otherwise, it just feels...random. And by the way, many of the state birds do make some sense. Utah's choice, the California Gull (Larus californicus), has roots in a Mormon miracle, which makes perfect sense for the Mormon state. Louisiana's Brown Pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis) is an iconic species to the American southeast, and a massive proportion of the species breeds in the state. Same goes for the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher (Tyrannus forficatus), the state bird of Oklahoma. Iconic and unique grassland bird, and it breeds within the state in high quantities for the global population.

But others? Why does New York (a state I grew up in and around) have the Eastern Bluebird (Sialia sialis) for its state bird? Because it's blue and nice-looking? Why exactly do Wyoming, Oregon, Nebraska, Kansas, Montana, and North Dakota ALL have the Western Meadowlark (Sturnella neglecta)? I love the song too, and it's an iconic grassland species, but really? All of you? And Maine? Maine...Maine. I mean, you didn't even go for a specific species and just listed "chickadee" as your state bird. Why? There is a MUCH. BETTER. OPTION. OBVIOUSLY. But...I digress.

...FUCK IT

WHY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH IS MAINE'S STATE BIRD NOT THE ATLANTIC PUFFIN (Fratercula arctica)??? ANSWER ME MAINE GODDAMMIT

Seriously, what the hell? It's the only state IN THE UNION where the Atlantic puffin breeds, and it's an incredibly iconic bird! I mean, look at that thing! They're adorable, fish-eating, clumsy-flying, feathery orbs with a Froot Loops beak (for part of the year), complete with their own fucking cereal that I ate constantly as a child. And their babies are called pufflings! PUFFLINGS!!! DO YOU HEAR ME MAINE WHAT THE FU

...OK. OK. I'm good. Look, this genuinely irritates the SHIT out of me, both as a hobbyist and as a professional. There are near 1,000 bird species that can be found in the United States, and the state birds are, honestly, some basic-ass choices that doesn't BEGIN to explore the incredible diversity of this taxon. And honestly, maybe if we changed up the state birds, we could increase awareness for these animals and their conservation stories and needs. There are so many missed opportunities here for us as educators, birders, ornithologists, backyard birdwatchers, and even Birdblr, to educate those around us who aren't as ornithologically-inclined. Imagine being able to convince a friend to go find the state bird on a trip some weekend. It could be a fun activity, and a fun way to get into birdwatching and the natural world! IT'S GOT POTENTIAL!!!

And look, I realize I'm not alone on this front. Various people have proposed changing up the state birds, including some more powerful professionals than I. If you haven't seen it yet, check out this essay series from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology that came out last year, which asks whether or not eBird could be used to identify better candidates for state birds. And I'll be using it for what's coming next. Because here's the thing. I'm tired of ranting alone in the dark towards nobody while my fiancee is trying to sleep about this. I need to rant to you poor people instead. And what's more...I want people to rant with me. If they want to. So...

TO ME, BIRDBLR!!! LEND ME YOUR BINOCULARS!!!

I propose an initiative to create a new list of state birds for the United States of America. And I'm talkin' EVERY state, baby! Even the ones that have fitting birds, as mentioned above. We live in a GODDAMN DEMOCRACY, and I say that we put this to a vote. So, Imma make a series of polls, one for each state. And yeah, that's 50 polls. Each will have a selection of birds, including the current state bird for that state, and I'll present the options in each case. The rules and selection criteria for the birds I'll present are as follows:

The bird has to be wild and breed in the state in question. No migrants, to accidentals, no introduced species (looking at you, South Dakota), no domestic species (looking at you, Rhode Island and Delaware). They're from the state, they breed there, and they're wild. Don't have to be endemic to the state, but they need to be found there, at bare goddamn minimum.

No repeats! Every state will have a different species! No more repeats. If there are any ties for states to get a given bird, another set of polls will be made at the end to determine which state will get that bird, and the second highest bird will claim the spot for that state. I'll try to avoid that for each state, but we'll see how things go.

There has to be a reason for their selection. For each of the birds presented for each state, I'll make a solid argument for their nomination. This also goes for any birds submitted to me for suggestions (and yes, I mean to say y'all can make suggestions if you want to for each state). If you have a bird you think would be good for a state, especially if it's your state, please give me a reason. Not that it's pretty, not that you like it's song, not that it "represents the spirit of the state's people" for no easily defined reason. GIVE ME A REASON

And for now, that's it! And hell, if this gets popular or demanded (and I'm saying this if, like, 30 people pay attention to this post), I'll also do the District of Columbia and the U.S. territories. And hell (again), I'll even consider doing other countries if that gets demanded, definitely starting with Canada and seeing how things go from there. And finally...if people want it, maybe even the Bald Eagle (Halieetus leucocephalus) will go up for debate as the USA's national bird. Although, not gonna lie, I think that we're stuck with that one. Still, there are other questions that can be brought up if this gets popular enough. For now, though, let's focus on one thing at a time.

So, hopefully you answered the poll at the top, because I am curious as to what you think about your state bird. And just to set this up, the first state on the chopping block is Delaware, which has one of the most offensive state birds, in my opinion. Because seriously. What the fuck, Delaware? What the fuck.

See you soon, hopefully! And happy birding!

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Introduction to the State Birds Initiative

1. Delaware - Poll | Results 2. Pennsylvania - Poll | Results 3. New Jersey - Poll | Results 4. Georgia - Poll | Results 5. Connecticut - Poll | Results 6. Massachusetts - Poll | Results

[dorodoroart]

Day 16 - Genius Invokation TCG

Ive been working on this since the genshin TCG came out but I couldn't get used to working on the iPad again until now HAHAHA I was like "if not now then when??????" so I powered thru sksjdjdjdkd maybe I'll redo some of it for a future print ❤️😭

BUT YEAH CYNO AND ALHAITHAM ARE SO ATEM AND KAIBA PLS

[cookiejarwrites]

Dear Past Self | Chapter 1

pairing: nagito komaeda x fem!reader

words: around 800

synopsis: You begin receiving letters from your future self. As the letters continue, each of your high school regrets are gradually revealed, along with advice to stop them. One thing soon becomes very apparent. All your regrets revolve around one person...Nagito Komaeda.

a/n: still have a brain injury but i got bored and started playing danganronpa again so I’m redoing an old story of mine. It was previously on my ao3 but has been taken down, the old version is still currently on my old Wattpad though.

(aka you receive letters from your future self warning you of the disaster and despair that lies ahead)

I awoke to the jarring sound of my alarm clock blaring. With a swift motion, I slammed my hand down, silencing the obnoxious noise. Annoyed at the early start, I let out a groan. The struggles of waking up for school were never-ending. However, today was different. Today marked the beginning of my journey at Hopes Peak Academy, a prestigious school for individuals with extravagant abilities.

Although I didn't consider my talent particularly exhilarating, I had managed to catch the attention of the academy scouts. I was honored to be known as the Ultimate Pastry Chef. My aspirations revolved around opening my own bakery using only sustainable sources. I could go on for hours about all the details I had for my future, even to the exact menu price of my inevitable future restaurant.

In a less than graceful manner, I rolled out of my bed and thumped onto the floor. Determined not to be tardy on my first day, I hastily threw on my uniform and made my way to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.

As I prepared myself for the day, toothbrush still in my mouth, my mother's voice echoed from downstairs, "Y/N! Someone left a letter for you!"

Without hesitation, I went downstairs, snatched the letter, and darted back up to my bathroom. A sense of curiosity filled me as I examined the envelope. It was pristine, as if it had travelled in a steam-press rather than in a mail mans hand. Flipping it over, I took a closer look at the words. The handwriting bore a striking resemblance to my own, only neater. Surprisingly, there was no postmark on the back, leaving me puzzled as to how it found its way to me in the first place. To add to the intrigue, there was no sender name or address. The only words present were "from the future."

I rolled my eyes skeptically. Clearly, this was some sort of foolish prank. Disregarding the delicate nature of the neatly folded envelope, I tore it open. Swiftly, I plucked the paper from the envelope.

"What a lousy joke," I mumbled under my breath as my eyes scanned the letter.

Skipping to the bottom of the page, I glanced to see if there was the name of the sender, hoping for some kind of explanation. My annoyance increased as I read the words printed in neat handwriting.

"What the..? From me? Jeez, this is so dumb," I muttered to myself, the mix of disbelief and frustration evident in my voice. With each passing moment, my agitation grew

Taking a deep breath, I made up my mind to read the full letter from the beginning. Maybe, just maybe, it held some answers or at least shed light on the strange letter.

"Dear Y/N,

Hello. How are you? I wish you the best. I'm sure you are very excited for high school. You are an ultimate after all.

I'm writing this letter 6 years in your future. I'm sure you are very confused.

I'd like to ask you to do me a favor.

I made many mistakes in my past, and I'm hoping you won't make the same ones. Although it'd be terribly hard to erase all the disaster and despair that is to come, perhaps you can change the future for the better, before things go too far downhill.

I'll be sending you letters from now on. Each letter will be sent in chronological order of when events in your future will happen. I will also give you the choices I want you to make in order to change the past and prevent what is soon to be the most despair-inducing event in all of history. Not that you're the cause of it or anything, but some of your actions may affect how things play out. Especially how things ended up with someone you'll come to truly love.

Sincerely, Your future self."

The words resonated in my mind, leaving me dumbfounded and conflicted. Could this really be true? The thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it aside, not ready to fully accept the notion just yet.

"That's completely ridiculous. This must be a joke or something. There's no way—Oh, shit the time!"

The realization hit me like a bag of bricks, bringing me back to the present moment. I hastily rushed out of the bathroom, not bothering to collect my thoughts or make sense of the situation.

Bounding down the stairs, I grabbed my backpack and an extra pair of dress shoes, my mind racing with thoughts of the ticking clock. It was already 6 minutes past the time I had planned to leave for school, and I couldn't afford to waste another second.

[moonmeg]

Hold up! Did I miss something?! At some point I think I remember that you said that Ian might have a partner in the future. But now in the last ask you just casually revealed teir name! Did I miss something? Did you already talk about a partner or will that be in the future? I miss Ian anyway so I'm thrilled.

After a busy day Ian, once again assigned market-duty for he's the best salesman in the family, packs up all products.

He sold majority of what they had to offer. His charisma was a fantastic aid in the sale. Any of his siblings would've been thrilled had they achieved this. Ian, however, saw no reason for feeling that. It was always the same. Majority sold, conversations with the people, smiling and pretending all is well, unrequited love and just another "great night". He was so tired of it.

Blair fell in love young and was happily married for over 20 years now. Same with Neil. Keith had a loving husband. Maisie too. Heck, even Edan was a sort of father to that lonely girl he found in the hay after a storm. They all had something he didn't and it became more and more difficult to fight his envy. He didn't want to be that kind of brother. He wanted to be supportive and joyous. His siblings were happy...

Maybe he just wasn't meant for it. Maybe he'll never be good enough to be more than just someone to keep the bed warm. Maybe he should just give up at last. He was in his mid-thirties by now. How much more hope can there be left?

He sighed as he placed the last box on the wagon.

"Wait!"

Ian turned around. The call came from an approaching black haired person. Although the hair seemed more blue-tinted in this light.

"Wait! Oh no, please don't say I'm too late!", they came to a halt.

"For the sale?"

Catching their breath they didn't answer right away. They cleared their throat and looked up at Ian, immediately mesmerized at the sight

"Wow- I mean-", another throat clearer, "I'm new here and heard about this stand and I meant to get my groceries but damned little me of course got caught up in something else and then of course I mixed up your closing times and I'm so late now, aren't I?"

Ian couldn't form and answer in his mind. He simply stared perplexed, trying to process the flood of information this stranger just shared.

"Damn it!", the stranger cussed out frustrated.

After a moment of silence Ian met the icy blue eyes of the stranger. He wanted to say something but caught himself thinking about the beauty those eyes had to them instead.

The stranger sighed and already opened their mouth to speak but Ian interrupted.

"We're here everyday. Ye can come by tomorrow."

"No, no, you misunderstand. Today was my only free day for buying groceries during opening hours."

"Oh."

"Well, maybe you can tell me if there's some other place I could-"

"There's some stuff left. If ye tell me what ye need I'll pack a bag for ya.", Ian gestured at the wagon.

"You would?" the strangers eyes lit up, sparkling at Ian like a sky of stars.

"Aye. I only need to know what ye want.", Ian gave his typical cocky grin.

The stranger searched their pockets hurriedly before handing Ian a piece of paper with a list. Ian began to read the products from top to bottom and drew a spell circle to insert all items in a bag. He let the bag float over to the dark haired stranger and let them take it.

"We dinna sell herbs so that's missin' but otherwise here ye go.", he commented.

"That's fine! You did more than enough already! Thank you so much!"

"Ah not worth a mention."

"No, I mean it!", the stranger beamed, "How much do I owe?"

Ian eyed as they brought out a small linen bag of snails. The metal coins clinking inside upon any movement. Accepting the payment now would mean redoing the snail log and possibly even recalculate the change box. He really didn't want to do that now and delay his return home further. Moreover though, there was something about this dark haired stranger with the icy eyes and sunshine smile before him. He couldn't quite explain it but he thought them likable. He'd sworn off romance but who said anything about romance. It could just stay a nice acquaintance. A friendship in the best case.

"It's on the house.", Ian smiled.

"What?", the stranger stared with big eyes.

"Welcome to the town."

Ian gave no room for argument. He climbed the wagon and already took the reins in hand. Perplexed by everything that was happening the stranger called out a "Wait!".

"Mr. Bower, I assume? I-"

"Ian."

"Ian, I... I don't know- I...", trying to sort their thoughts and form a coherent sentence the stranger yielded to a sheepish smile, "Thank you. Just... thank you."

Ian smiled.

"Ye're more than welcome, ...?", he raised his eyebrows, gesturing he wanted the name of the stranger too.

"Oh, right, sorry. I'm Val."

"Ye're more than welcome, Val. Lovely makin' yer acquaintance.", Ian winked in his usual manner before slowly bringing the wagon to move.

"Yours too!", Val called out.

This wouldn't remain their last meeting.

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Although Ian was incredibly cautious to not catch feelings the more time passed, it would remain just an attempt. He didn't want to end up in the to-him dreadful situation of only being desirable for intimacy without commitment. He wanted the commitment and was at a point where intimacy was connected to rejection. It happened often enough he'd develop feelings, be intimate with his crush in hopes there might actually be romance involved but his love would always remain unrequited. So he avoided it entirely at some point. When he noticed Val and him got closer, (joke) flirted and Val began to mean something to him, he told them that if they didn't want more of him than that intimacy it would be better they stop seeing each other.

Confused, Val reached his hand and assured Ian they haven't even thought about him in that sense. Val wanted to be with Ian too but in a different way. They actually wanted to commit and be Ian's romantic partner before a sexual one.

They got married fairly recently. Makenna was 20, Feya 18, and Micah 15 (they are now 21, 19 and 16)

Also! Ian and Val allowed to bring a +1 and you can guess three times who Micah took as his +1 and faced boyfriend allegations with the entire reception through :D

[melsie-sims]

📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Thank you so much for the ask! I think SQOTD is such an amazing idea and I really appreciate you going out of your way to get some conversations going within the community.

1️⃣ I think I'm a mix of storyteller and gameplay blog so I'll answer both. I used to use poses a lot more when playing and telling stories, but now I more or less only use gameplay to influence the story and I find I really enjoy that. It's a lot more freeing than having to find very niche poses to convey the specific idea you have. As for builds, I do everything myself. I'm not a fantastic builder, but I really like it anyway and really like seeing a save file full of my own builds.

2️⃣ Same as above: I build my own houses and yes, additions happen. The way I play, most of my households start out really broke (often with 0 simoleons). The houses start off as a patchwork of rooms, added on as my sims make simoleons. Then after a while, if I have enough simoleons saved, I'll redo the whole house but keep the bones and maybe a bit of the aesthetic. It really depends on how ugly it was to begin with. 😂 The house I built for Bruno and Belle on the old Gateway Peak property where my founders lived when I started my BACC was a complete bulldoze. It looks NOTHING like the original.

Thanks for the ask! Can't wait to get more in the future! My inbox is always open! Happy Simming! 💚

[sakurasnowfall]

Hi, could you pls write a oneshot for sanji, no specifics but I would prefer no NSFW thanks

You are my first request!! Okay...okay I'll try. Also, yes, of course I only do SFW. I didn't know if you wanted animanga Sanji or Live Action Sanji, or platonic or romantic.......so were gonna go animanga Sanji....and were gonna do romantic....is that okay? I can always redo it too. I'm formating it as a reader insert and using () as a placeholder for the name. Gn also.

CW : None. Typical Zoro and Sanji fighting.

"SANJI." ()'s shoter frame struggled against their boyfriend as the enraged blonde lunged at Zoro again. A clash of steel and flame. What had riled the two up THIS time, no one knew. It wasn't an.... uncommon occurrence, persay, for () to hear the battle cries of their blonde beloved locked in a clash against the gruff sworsdman, having to rush in and play white knoght for the sake of the crew's sanity. They sighed as they tugged at the cook's arm harder, and guided him a few sgeps back from zoro via a gentle hand on his chest. "One day I'm gonna take those swords, spear you through, roast you alive and make some shekebabs" he grumbled, letting his beloved lead him away and to the kitchen. "I'd like to see you TRY, curly brow," came the green haired's response, earning a glare from Sanji as he disappeared into the galley. Entering the familar space, () let go of his hand, hopping up to sit on the counter, watching as their boyfriend took up a small paring knife, setting up a cutting board. Wordlessly, they got some celery from the fridge, tossing it to sanji before replacing themself on the counter, silently admiring the mastery of their boyfreknd's skill.

"So. What was it this time?" They ask lightly, legs swinging.

"Just that idiot being an idiot" the cook grumbles back.

"Mmmmm....I don't see why you let him get to you so much" () looks up at the ceiling, enjoying the sounds of Sanji's chopping and the gentle crash of the waves against the ship. Sanji dosent look back, his chopping becoming skightly harsher with thangry muttering of his next words.

*Stupid mosshead...always mocking me....*

He feels a pair of arms wrap around him, glancing over his shoulder at he feeling of ()'s chin resting on his shoulder from behind, and kissing their forehead before returning to his task at hand, fighting to keep his hearbeat in check.

"Well, maybe he's jealous" () mumbled, resting more weight on sanji as the cook carefully scraped the chopped vegetables into a pot. Maybe if he weren't so flustered, he would tell () how his love flickered in his chest brighter than the flames under the pot. Perhaps that would be a tad.....overkill fpr the situation, so he settled for spinning them instead, dipping them gently before kissing their forehead again.

As his soup simmered, sanji led () back up to the deck, where the sun had begun to sink below the horizon. As the pair sat down, () could feel their boyfriend relax against them, the breeze relaying what their words didn't have to. Sanji wrapped an arm around (), pulling them a bit closer, and intertwinning his other hand with theirs. The Mosshead, dinner, the rest of the ship, the marines, everything, faded away. For a moment, simply resting together, the rest of the world became blurred by the golden glow of the golden sun.

*Yikes.....not my best work, I'm sorry. Maybe ill redo it in the near future 😭*

[z-grist]

Oji's Name

So in chapter 5, I finally had Oji tell Eileen his name. She replies by asking if it means anything, to which Oji simply replies: no (in his usual rude way)

However, Oji's name DOES mean something or rather that it is based on something.

Back in 2015 when I first made some of these characters. I wanted to pull off something similar to Callie and Marie's names, which are meant to be a cheeky play-on-words of "Calamari". So I went off and looked up some squid dishes myself and

So I decided to name my little characters Oji, Geo, and Chae (Oji's little sister) LOL (bokkeum was never really used) I really liked these names and to this day I still think they fit the characters rather well.

On another note, Eileen's name is based on the song "Come on Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners. All the titles of the chapters are based on music from the 80s and the like so her name precedes that.

Tyske's name, on the other hand, doesn't necessarily mean anything. Back in 2016 when I created her and Eileen, I usually would go through the good ol' google translate method - where I would insert some word that maybe held some significance to the character, and then translate it to several different languages until I found a word, or rather a pronunciation that sounded like a cool name.

I am not kidding when I say this, but Tyske's name came from the butchered translation of the word "evil". I don't even remember what language I got it from. Is she evil? Well, she used to be aimlessly stupid evil in Kill 4 Love (a past comic that All 4 Love is based on). Is she still evil? I think she's just miserable. But I hope I can answer that question in the future.

To be honest, I was compelled to change her name when I began rewriting the story years ago. Eileen's original name used to be Murri, which was a name I got from a non-spatoon OC I had at that time. Two birds one stone kind of thing. But soon I decided to redo her name, and thought it would be cute to name her Eileen for....reasons I'll discuss later.

But I liked Tyske's name wayyyy to much. I felt like it fit her. And my brain was going blank thinking of what to name her, so yeah. tsk tsk She looks like a Tyske! (I pronounce it tee-sk) anyways.

And lastly, another Google translate name baby (from 2016 as well I think): Gyanni Miris, one of the head doctors specializing in Cephalopod medicine at Inkopolis General Hospital. She's a seahorse. Her name is meant to be "Death Cure"....because she's a doctor....get it?...whatever.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

[jacksmysterylabyrinth]

100 days are UP!?!

Apparently I REALLY wanted to press on, and thus, here we are

I didn't go too horribly fast at least but anyways, I'll at least pause for a bit of reflection before I continue on.

I have so much I need to untangle............

...if this really was the end, it sure would have been massively underwhelming- that is, if Eito's motive was just being a huge ecofascist- well, misanthrope mainly. Which I still think he is, but it's kinda... strange, since he seems to care for nothing in the world except gratification, not even justice or hell, even revenge. He's got some Junko element to him- like, everything was shite from the day he was born, and he was aware of it, but the way he describes it really made it seem like something was very wrong WITH him as well

(And that something is, what he really hates about Takumi...?)

Also despite the fact that nigh my entire party died in the assault against Eito's final form (except for Gaku!! He's saved my skin a few times now, good boy), I'm not entirely sure what's up with his special power besides summoning a bunch of Invaders. Which is kinda commander like, I suppose? Hold that thought, because Commanders and humans are said to be very similar- my early thoughts were that a human could become a Commander, rather than vice versa- my further thought was that it was Rejection Symptoms that caused a human to become a Commander

(Which is why I was a bit- no, a LOT- thrown by Moko basically just being a copy.............. that threw that theory out of the window, at least as far as Moko was concerned. Ngl, I was disappointed, but then I realised I would be redoing the 100 days- I already knew this, so I figured that whatever was going on with Rejection Symptoms and their consequences would come up in subsequent timelines)

Anyway, Eito's special skill has something to do with fortunes?? Which, I wonder if the Redo ability winds up affecting it, Madoka Magica style. I have a suspicion that Takumi's Cryptoglobin isn't the only thing that's going to be affected, given 'ghost boy's warning. Eito's may well be affected too, maybe Kako's as well- then again I don't know if the seer thing has anything to do with cryptoglobin

It sure is funny to me though, how Takumi has had this time-reversal ability ALL THIS TIME, and no one outside of him - and Sirei, naturally - has ever known about it. At least, I don't think he's even mentioned it, even passingly. What happens on the battlefield stays on the battlefield I assume, but that is so fucking weird. It's meta in a whole other way. Definitely going to be making note of this

Even more weird is when it came up in the main story THAT A COMMANDER HAD A SIMILAR, WEAKER ABILITY. I can tell this was here in part to foreshadow the Big Redo, but now I think of it... how was Takumi reacting to this, yk with having a FULL Redo ability?! I don't think I even paid much mind... what the fuck?!

Okay heads up for the Danganronpa stuff next hahaha

HOOO BOY

THIS IS GIVING END OF DR2 AND V3 VIBES BOTH AT ONCE. One, about the 'making your own future', and as for V3, well... that's theory. That is- the ending was a bad one, something that they reached because they missed out on some critical information, as well as someone sabotaging them from within. Only, Hundred Line seems to have taken this theme to its next logical step:

GET THE NECESSARY INFORMATION TO UNDO A BAD FUTURE!

Good luck with that by the way, Takumi. You'll need it...

[springagainafter]

Off to the Wall of Light with Neve!

Second run thoughts!

Unclear if Rana - who was Brom's old partner - or Neve arranged for Brom's light, but Neve has been keeping it lit.

The Shadow Dragon option is once again great ("I'll pay my respects too").

I am once again furious at Solas for doing blood magic on Rook about Varric.

I do think that without the blood magic, my Rooks (and Rook in general) absolutely would have coped with Varric being dead. It wouldn't have been pretty, but they would have managed. And they would have been able to grieve with Harding and Neve and would have understood what, say, Emmrich is getting at when he's gently guiding them around the memorial gardens and having them participate in mourning ceremonies.

Daylen absolutely would have put a light up on the Wall of Light for Varric and would have had the chance to periodically visit it and light it; he would have still been talking out loud to Varric's cot in the infirmary, but at least he would be actually doing some processing. He will definitely put up a light for Varric on the Wall of Light post-game.

(I'll figure out what my Warden gal would have done on her rerun, but she would have found something similar).

Instead, what happens - in addition to the inherent awfulness of Solas messing around with their minds - is that they get several hours/maybe a day tops to process the following:

Varric's dead

Not only is Varric dead, but the multiple chance to really process that by participating in Emmrich's tour of the memorial gardens, Neve visiting the Wall of Light, Bellara's brother's funeral, etc. also got ripped away and at least part of that can't just be redo or revisited.

Harding's dead (or gone). (The game - including Rook's dialogue on the subject - is a little ambiguous on this part; I'm going with "dead" because those wounds + the fall did not look survivable).

Not only is Harding almost certainly dead, Rook both a) didn't get to talk to her about Varric - which would have helped them both - and b) never gets to explain why that happened.

Having a meltdown in the Fade prison is obviously not an option (although Rook gets a gold star for not just collapsing in a heap, particularly if whoever died was romanced) so they have to keep it together there.

I'm convinced that Rook absolutely gets to break down for a while (cry, scream, whatever works; mine definitely hole up in the infirmary and cry) during the time jump between getting yanked out of the Fade and being upright and functional and coherent in the team meeting.

No idea how Rook's behavior changes in the romance scene after that - my Warden gal with Davrin was (if I picked the most upset dialogue) a little shaky and clearly upset but apparently had done some processing because she was past any sort of actively-sobbing-over-Varric-and-Harding-and-everything-else stage and not curled up in a ball.

(Shoutout to romanced Davrin, who undoubtedly has done some compartmentalizing and keeps all his emotions about how he felt while she was gone on lockdown in favor of "I am Here to Be Supportive and Distract Rook and Help Her Rest" and talks about a possible happy future and says things like "it was touch-and-go there" and ":) you made it" instead of saying anything about how he did while she was gone - other than saying he would have waited "as long as it took." I know in my heart that he chopped an alarming amount of wood to cope. Presumably he expresses those feelings at a later point when Rook's less upset.)

[shiny-jr]

Hi shiny, how's my favourite author? Everything okay? I hope you're doing well, please don't overwork yourself <3

Anyway, do you have any tips on writing the introduction of a story? I have an idea of how I want it to go but introductions are the hardest part for me to write lol. No matter what I do, it just doesn't feel satisfactory.

That's all, have a great day shiny <3

Hello, anon. I'm your favorite author? Wow. Thank you?? I'm good though, don't worry. Trying to use spare time I have now to read and write, catch up on some video games, watch some new movies/series I've had on my list now. Basically everything I couldn't do when I was busying studying.

As for tips for intros, well, usually I'll write whatever comes to mind. Often times I'll go back after a while and find that I don't really like the intro I wrote so I'll redo it, and when that happens, I'll look for inspiration from either my previous works, or other posts I enjoy. Don't worry though, I get it, it's hard being satisfied with an intro because you're stuck wondering "will people read this and be hooked or just drop it and look for something else?" If you get really stuck, you can always ask friends for opinions on the intro you wrote. That's what I do sometimes too.

Oh, speaking of intros, there's been like two I've been thinking of a lot recently for movies I went to go watch. Maybe it might inspire you, maybe it won't but this is just me talking so don't mind me.

The first intro I'll mention is from the new Spiderverse movie. I'm not kidding when I tell you I went to go see that movie like four or five times, one of which was in a completely different country so it was dubbed. But anyways. That intro? Damn. It quickly catches viewers up to speed on a summarized version of the previous movie, whether you watched it or not, while involving Gwen's feelings on the matter and on future matters at the same time. I loved it, it was great.

Another intro I saw just yesterday was for Oppenheimer which I went to go see in IMAX and let me tell you, that was a hell of an experience. One scene in the intro that I remember so vividly was a sea of flames from what I assume was an atomic bomb, and a quote appeared from the dark and ashes while the flames were still filling the entire screen. The quote was, "Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to man. For this he was chained to a rock and tortured for eternity." A quote is another cool tool you can use in your intro, because for example, that quote while not directly mentioning the movie's story or its characters, it perfectly encompassed what the movie's main character experienced.

[kurahun]

Hello reader!

I'll be honest, I was originally planning to showcase a few of my drawings and criticise them but as far as I remember, I don't have any recent artworks that I made for my own enjoyment rather than for schoolwork.

But I guess I can also show you a few photos of my schoolworks to satisfy few curiosities 🤭

But instead of talking about these drawings, I actually wanted to talk about a recent hobby that I've been doing: Singing in Bandlab!

Now- I'm not a professional at this so I've been testing and asking a few of my friends some advice here and there. OH ACTUALLY- I posted a few of my covers in my TikTok account. You can check it here if you want!

I didn't use a good filter for them though so it sounds a bit off, in my opinion.

Yes, I'm an Alien Stage fan and I just love singing their songs.

Through this fandom, I've also managed to find friends that also does covers and even translates them into other languages (They. Are. Amazing!!!! Talented as well!!!)

Let me be true to you, I don't like the sound of my voice. It feels weird hearing it. I can't explain it... but it doesn't sit right with me. That's why I keep using a bunch of harmonies to hide that feeling. And let me tell you- I love harmonies so much. I think being in a marching band helped me with that so much. 

Also funny thing is I don't like using autotune. But I have to if I don't want to keep redoing a take over and over again 'til I'm satisfied. So how much percentage of autotune do I use?

The answer is 1...

JUST ONE because I don't like using it.

I'm still adjusting to get used to the autotune. So maybe I'll get used to it one day. But the only reason I like using it because my ears aren't getting angry at my for being off-key in a few parts.

Now let's talk about voice filters.

If you look at filters, there's a lot to choose from. You can even try out some that are made by other users!

At first, I didn't really know how these filters work until a friend of mine graced me their knowledge. Since then, I've been attempting to make my own filter. ...Well they're not that good... YET!!!! I just started anyways, I have time to work with it!

I also use other already made sets and adjust them to my own liking. What I strive for is a clear sounding voice that only has a few effects to match the song I'm covering with.

Me and my new singing buddies are currently making a cover collaboration just to hype up a few fans in the Alien Stage fandom. I'm overjoyed that I've been given a chance to be accepted and be a part in such a project for the sake of entertainment. I look forward to still having this hobby of mine in my future. Maybe soon it'll turn into a passion of mine.

Here's a full version of the cover (apologies for wrong pronunciations):

[gender-buddies]

Final Thoughts on Gender Buddies

All in all the project wasn't too bad! I thought that I'd run into way more artist's block, but I managed to come up with a lot of good ideas pretty quickly. Once I stopped overthinking it, it was easy to come up with some good designs. It helped that I stopped making the Buddies so high-concept after phase 1. At a certain point I was coming up with these designs on the fly rather than sketching them in my notebook, taking a bunch of notes, then moving them to a digital format. Streamline!

There are a few designs I would love to redo (looking at you, Aesthetigender.) I also had some lofty plans to have "items" that followers could use on Buddies to change their elements, or to turn them into the fluid or flux version of the genders they represent, meaning I would draw new designs for them. I was also hoping to release some "special edition" Buddies to commemorate important dates, like when I posted Neogender on New Year's Day (another design I didn't like all that much.) I was also supposed to post Demiboy as a birthday Buddy (I'm a demiboy and would have posted it on my birthday to celebrate my identity), but never did and instead posted it as part of the original 120.

Yes, I do want to take requests. I didn't accept or deny requests that I got because I didn't want to give away which Buddies were or weren't planned, but now I can do the requests! There are two that I plan to draw in the near future, but I mostly want to take a break for a month or two before touching them. But I'll totally take requests. If I have time, I'll post a list of every single Buddy I drew so it's all in one place and followers don't have to search so much.

I think my biggest disappointment was the lack of follower interaction (like comments and asks) and the lack of popularity. I was hoping for more followers and more talk about it (I barely saw anything discussed in the YB3 server even though I was posting a lot of updates.) I don't typically worry about the numbers, but I feel like it would have at least pulled in some new followers from my YouTube channel or something! That feels silly though, but this is the first time I've ever finished a planned project, and it was a big deal for me.

Maybe I'll do another similar project in the future, maybe one with a lot less structure. I put a TON of thought into the stats and into which Buddies would make it into each phase. I use Trello for all my planning and you should see what it looks like! It legitimately looks like I'm programming a Pokemon game or something!

This project really helped me get better at drawing because I was drawing so regularly, and that's after spending years not drawing anything at all. I have some newly developed muscle and nerve issues in my dominant hand from intense restaurant work, so that was a struggle for me. But I eventually embraced the shaky lines and slightly off proportions and saw those things as features rather than mistakes. It's not great as an artist to embrace things that clearly need adjusting, but it is what it is. I'm an amateur and self-taught. It's okay if I suck at drawing!

Feel free to send asks about any of the Buddies and I'll gladly talk about where I got the ideas for them and what they're based on. Phase 9 and 10 Buddies have artist commentaries in their replies and I do have posts with artist commentaries for previous phases, but I would love to talk more about individual designs!

Anyway, thank you for supporting my silly little project. Now my focus is on my dragon story worldbuilding crap (@project--eclipse.)💙

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 6

The next few days were plenty boring. The boys didn't have a gig for a while, so Y/N didn't see them a ton. She decided to try and immerse herself in the 1960s culture. If she could understand what was big and how people talked in the 60s she could fit in better. The first thing she needed to do was get a job. She had to pay rent at some point. She began to prepare for her day, wearing her best-looking clothing and putting her hair up. Locking up her apartment, she headed down the street to find any shop looking for employees. It wasn't long before she found that a local record store needed a typist to keep track of their new album shipments. It was perfect. She walked into the shop.

"Mornin' Madame!" The shopkeeper waved at her. He was young and had a fag in his mouth. He had brown hair with dark blue eyes.

"Morning!" She smiled back, heading to the counter. "I'm here to apply for the typist job. You have a sign in the window."

"Ah! Typist job, aye? Let me see..." He looked at a checklist under the counter. "I just have a few questions."

"Fire away." She smirked. He went down his list of questions that Y/N answered to the best of her ability. When they were over the man smiled.

"I think you may have a new job in the future." He winked, "The name's Scott by the way." He stuck his hand out for a shake. She took it gratefully.

"Y/N." She replied with a smile. He took a big whiff of his fag.

"You can start tomorrow at 8." He wrote down anything she needed to know. "Can't wait to see a new face around here. It's only me you see."

"Well, now you have me." She walked towards the entrance.

"I get some eye candy for a few hours." He muttered and she rolled her eyes. All she needed was money and now she had it. Now, what could she do? Go to a club or two, shop, or maybe even look for a better home. She was getting too ahead of herself. She decided to go to the jeweler, mostly just to look around. It made her feel rich and important. Plus, she had nothing else to do. She walked in and was greeted by the employees. Looking around, she saw a beautiful set of rings.

"Pretty aren't they?" A familiar voice said. She turned around to see Ringo behind her. He had a cheeky smile.

"Hey, Ringo!" She waved at him. He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed. That was very forward.

"Are you looking at rings too?" He asked with a hint of curiosity. She nodded.

"Just looking." She replied. A clerk soon came up to them.

"Buying a ring for the pretty lady?" He asked.

"No, no, no..." Y/N said quickly. Ringo chuckled to himself.

"If she likes." He said, motioning towards Y/N.

"I-I'm fine, but thanks, Ringo..." She had a nervous smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked, a glint in his eyes.

"Definitely." She responded. He shrugged and asked the clerk about any of their new ring collections. How ironic. None of the selections interested Ringo and he walked back over to her not long after.

"Got any plans later?" He asked with a smirk. She shook her head. A night out with Ringo could be fun.

"Why?" She asked with a slight smile.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the local club." He chirped. Local club? That could be fun.

"Well, I would be honored." She replied, clapping her hands together childishly.

"Great! I'll see you at your apartment at 4?" He asked.

"Sounds good." She smiled. The two split off after that. Y/N headed home to get ready. John was right. She had made her way around the entire band. What would old Paul think when she got distracted by his and his friends' younger selves? She decided to not dwell on the matter since it was one more night of fun...that was her decision. One more night and then she would get serious about trying to keep them together. Y/N took some time to redo her hair and change into new clothing. She did this early so she could spend some time working on something else. The apartment she arrived at had a piano. It was elegant with brown wood and glimmering white keys. She sat down. There was one song she remembered how to play. Her hands danced along the keys.

"Imagine there's no Heaven..."

The piano sang with notes that she harmonized with.

"It's easy if you try..."

It reminded her of the story she had started writing before.

A Tale of a Lone Pianist

She had lost the writing she had started before. Then again...she could start again...she got up and grabbed some paper. Her pen wrote words she would never forget, especially now. It wasn't long before she was interrupted by a knock. She opened the door and saw Ringo dressed in rocker-style clothing. He looked like he was going to burst with excitement.

"Hey, Y/N! You ready to go?" He asked with a goofy grin.

"Of course!" She smiled. He took her arm and they left the apartment building. It wasn't long until they came upon the club. Ringo quickly went in dragging Y/N behind him. He was like a little kid in a candy shop.

"Wait here." He said once they made it to where everyone was standing waiting for that night's band to perform. She shrugged and ordered a drink from the bartender. She hadn't had alcohol much before (mostly because she was underage) but tonight she felt like letting loose a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Tonight we have some special guests here to perform for you!" An announcer boomed from the stage. Everyone in the room cheered. Where was Ringo? "Our first performance tonight is by the one and only Ringo Starr!" Everyone clapped and Y/N's eyes grew wide with shock. He was performing? She heard the drumming begin and Ringo began to sing:

"Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the places we used to go. All I've got is a photograph. And I realize you're not coming back anymore."

This was one of her favorite Ringo Starr songs. It was funny in its own way because all he had was the singing and the drum part written. Some people were whispering to each other because it didn't sound complete. Y/N loved it though. Ringo made eye contact with Y/N a couple of times, giving her a smile. She could tell that he knew that no one really liked it, but the genuine smile she gave him made it worth the while. The song came to a close and Ringo took a bow. He came down from the stage and bought himself a drink. 

"Did you like the song?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink. She nodded. 

"Best show of the night!" Y/N cheered.

"First show of the night." He replied. 

"Exactly." She smirked, wandering over to the dining area in the next room. They got a table together. 

"Do you come here often?" Y/N asked Ringo who kept taking glances at the people in the other room. 

"Only to perform. I could never afford half of this, but one night won't hurt me too badly." Ringo replied with a fake smile. 

"I got a job today. I can pay you back--" 

"No, no this is my treat!' He retorted as the waiter came over. Ringo placed his order and Y/N tried to find the cheapest meal and ordered it. The waiter nodded and the two went back to chatting. 

"I'm not letting you fall into debt because of me." Y/N argued taking a drink of water. 

"But I want to. The boys all love ya and I can see why. I don't want to come in-between you and the others. I thought we could be friends, you know?" He asked, twirling his spoon like a drumstick. 

"I would like just having a friend for once. Especially in the band. I feel like we're in some love triangle...square thing." She laughed. Ringo looked confused at her comment. "Anyways, I would love to be your friend. Is that why you asked me here?" 

"At first it was a date, but then it turned more into an outing. I had a small gig booked here and I thought I would invite you. I know that Paul and John would judge me for playing an unfinished song for a gig. I know what those people and McLennon were thinking! George couldn't make it tonight either...so why not you?" He explained. She remembered that Ringo usually got the short end of the stick when it came to songs in the Beatles.

"Did you say McLennon?" Y/N asked, holding back a snicker. He had no idea that it was the ship name for Paul and John. 

"Yeah, that's what I call the two of them." He continued. 

"Smart." She said quickly, still trying not to burst out laughing. He shrugged. Their food arrived a little later and the two enjoyed their meal. 

"What job did you get?" Ringo asked, taking a bite of food. 

"Typist for a record store." She replied. 

"Fits you." He smirked. 

"Wouldn't have asked for anything better." Y/N joked. The two laughed off and on until it was time to leave. Ringo paid for the bill to Y/N's dismay, but it didn't damper the evening too much. Ringo walked her home, only stopping for Y/N to point out where she was beginning work. Once they arrived at her apartment, Ringo gave her a big hug to say goodbye. He noticed her writing on the table. 

"You like to write?" He asked, picking up a page. She nodded a little embarrassed.  "A Tale of a Lone Pianist? Sounds like something I would like to read." She smiled. The two finally said their farewells and Ringo was gone. She had met every Beatle and was now well on her way to beginning remastering the Beatles and their legacy.