#mello layout

[quelzas]

꩒ㅤㅤˌㅤㅤThe 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 substitute.ㅤㅤ⃓ㅤも ほ ふ ちㅤꨲ

𝔐ㅤ.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🟥🟨🟧🟫

[zimt-deathnote]

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!!

I finally got around to design Mello and Matt's flats (yes, plural) and drawing out this first one was just so much work but so much fun haha

I'm having 3 more in the works, so 4 flat designs total. 1) Their first one 2&3) Seperate flats for when the lived in each their own apartment 4) Shared flat when they got back together

So be prepared >:)c

-> some more detail sketches

----- Matt's flat | Mello's flat

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵

[tofuromia]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ In ⠀ the ⠀ end,

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ there ⠀ is ⠀ no ⠀ greater

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ motivation ⠀ than ⠀ revenge.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𖥟⠀⠀♪⠀⠀𖥟⠀⠀♪⠀⠀𖥟

[pfpanimes]

⌕ death note - mihael keehl.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[soberstardom]

ST☆VE? — (ミハエル・ケール) + (メロ)

SUMMARY. ❦. — mello helping his s/o out of a eating disorder headcannons.

REQUEST. 𖦹 — “Hii!! :)) I was wondering if you could maybe write a mello x reader fluff where the reader is just really clingy and quiet and always smiley like sunshine yk orr a mello x reader comfort with a reader who like sometimes refuses to eat due to liking the feeling of starving (as in makes them feel safe knowing they cant gain weight) !!” — @maeswonders

WARNINGS. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 — reader struggling with st☆ving themselves, implied anorexia, and just general triggering topics.

A/N. ౨ৎ — i had posted this, but tumblr deleted it so this is the redo. <3 i apologize if it’s short as this was kind of rushed. i’m working on the other part of your request. i hope you’re alright.

LINKS. .ᐟ.ᐟ — PINNED POST. | MASTERLIST.

꩜ .ᐟ — mello with this type of s/o is honestly one of the worst things that could happen.

꩜ .ᐟ — he’s a man who is snarky and harsh by nature, so he would probably trigger you a few times, without realizing.

꩜ .ᐟ — he would do it by sarcastically calling you stupid or weird, not realizing that you could take it personally due to his personality.

꩜ .ᐟ — but, once he did find out, he’d feel horrible.

꩜ .ᐟ — he’d think that he had caused you to feel this way, and would honestly break down because you are one of the most important people in his life.

꩜ .ᐟ — he would try and help you by being less harsh and kind of praising your body.

꩜ .ᐟ — he would try and help you eat as best as he could by giving you little snacks through out the day.

꩜ .ᐟ — he would also lock the bathroom to prevent you from throwing it up.

꩜ .ᐟ — he doesn’t let you go on runs more than 30 minutes, and he always comes with you whenever you go out to make sure you don’t faint or anything.

꩜ .ᐟ — he cries at night when he doesn’t know what to do.

꩜ .ᐟ — he doesn’t let you make your own meals, and when he cooks for you, he uses oil to try and sneak in more calories.

꩜ .ᐟ — so, overall, he is NOT supportive of this and does everything in his power to try and help you fix it.

©𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐌 — 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[mochilly]

── ♰ Mello 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡 .

୨୧ ｡ 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 or 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 and 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 if using . 𓉸

Check my list before making a 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡: 🪞

[giaveral]

mello icons !

reblog/like if saved !

[mysicklove]

….do u guys like the new theme

[half-dead-writer]

Shopping List

Reader has to buy the groceries, meets the hottest cashier, panics, goes there again, antics ensue.

⸸ Mello / Mihael Keehl (Death Note) ⸸ ~3,4k words ⸸ gender neutral reader

planning to make a sequel where they actually do some proper bonding stuff so treat it as a first chapter I guess? mayhaps even an official Mello x Matt x Reader route but as a separate thing since I know not everyone is into that and I want my fics to be enjoyable for everyone :] Inspired by my usual routine of going to the store while the scorching sun consumes my entire being + one time where my edrink hit the ground and I had to shotgun the remains of it (crossposted from AO3)

Today's weather could only be comparable to Hell. I felt the uncomfortable sweat running through my body. I wanted to get back to my flat as soon as possible and just melt on the couch while being blasted by a fan. But I had to buy a few necessities from the corner store nearby before that. Even though it was a five minute walk from where I lived, I haven't been there before. I heard the store had more expensive items than the one that's further away, but I didn't have enough strength to make that long walk in the sun. My wallet will feel the effects of it in the nearest days, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice this time.

To my relief, I felt the cold air wash over my skin, giving it a bit of pleasant relief. The fridges were just at the entrance, which gave a nice contrast to the killing warmth outside. The layout of the store didn't differ much from the usual stores I've been to, so I didn't have any troubles looking through the aisles for my desired items. I approached the Monster stand and took a few of the energy drinks into my hands. I didn't bother to take my bag this time, it was supposed to be a quick trip. I didn't have much choice, so I grabbed the cheapest thing i could find that my taste buds could tolerate and headed to the cashier. I didn't pay attention to the person standing behind the cash register as I put the groceries on the counter, with my sight focused on the ridiculously priced candy bar that's been placed nearby, enticing the customers to spend even more money on their way out. I considered it, but I don't think my today's budget could take it. The bored cashier told me the estimated price in a dull, clearly done-with-it tone. He was probably just waiting for his shift to be over, can't blame him. I was surprised, though not about the amount I was due to pay for my things, but rather by his appearance.

He had blond hair, the length was touching the tips of his shoulders. It was an unusual sight around here, and if I hadn't heard his voice before looking at him, I would assume he was a girl. But upon closer inspection, the features on his face were surely masculine. The top he wore was short-sleeved, typical store-required uniform, which didn't stick out from the norm. I also noticed a black polish that coated his nails. It looked carefully applied, which made me curious if he painted them himself. I guessed the boy's age to be around mine, which made me become slightly alerted.

My usual formula of interacting with people was saying a polite "hi", thanking for the service and leaving the store, but the lack of age gap made me feel as if, somehow, that wouldn't be appropriate. I silently hoped he didn't notice my lack of movement for a second as I passed him the requested cash. I could only assume his expression during the transaction remained the same, the idea of him perceiving me as a staring weirdo was too overwhelming for me to keep a steady eye-contact. The small lump in my throat prevented me from speaking clearly, but after gathering the groceries into my hands, I managed to squeak out a barely audible "Uh, thanks- goodbye" on my way out. I didn't dare to look back.

The outside was still a cooking oven, but my mind was too occupied by the memory of an encounter that happened a moment ago. It took me a while to register that my legs were dragging me with a faster pace to my home due to the thoughts replaying in a torturous loop. I shouldn't care that much about an awkward encounter with a stranger that I'm unlikely to see often. I felt the warm air wash thru my lungs as I took a deep breath and reminded myself that a silly moment is not a thing to stress over. I bet in his time of working there he saw plenty of worse people than an embarrassing person whom he only seen once. I reached my hand inside the pocket, finding my keys after a brief moment of searching and unlocked the door to my apartment. The familiar smell of the house brought me some comfort as I headed to get some water. My mouth felt incredibly dry, and I could only guess whether it was from the encounter or the weather. Probably both.

I heard the tap water is bad for you, but at that moment the liquid that spilled on my tongue tasted like a gift sent from gods. I sat on the couch after properly hydrating myself and now, with a clear head, I could see that my anxiety definitely flared up much more than usual. At least in comparison to a reaction I'd have with a regular screw up of mine. In hindsight, it was easy to see that I panicked just because I found the person on the other side attractive. That realization made me feel a bit silly. It had been some time since I found someone to pine over, and of course it had to be a random, fruity boy from the store with the most expensive items. Not that my confidence would allow for this thought up relationship in my mind to happen in real life, but I wanted to at least get to know him. He seemed like an interesting person, with all that he had going on, appearance-wise.

Few days have passed until I had to go get my groceries again. I knew buying stuff at the "boujee shop" was a bad idea, but the thought of going there again and making things right by at least saying a proper "hello, thank you, goodbye" was convincing enough for me to give in. My plan wasn't to buy a lot, maybe an energy drink or two, and get the rest by going to a different store. This solution had more extra steps than my usual shopping trip, but I was willing to do it. Nobody besides me knew that it was only because I wanted to see the mysterious boy, so what's the harm?

The sun wasn't as vicious today, which resulted in a pretty pleasant walk. A light breeze going thru my hair was a nice touch to the summery vibe, and it even added a bit of confidence to my stroll. I was going to nail it this time. Properly talking to another human being might not be a great achievement to some, but it mattered to me, and I tried to hype myself up. I mentally prepared for the interaction while I picked the can from the energy drink stand. I had some saved up money, so I was able to pick my desired choice of flavor and brand, not the knock off I had picked on my previous visit here. I smoothly moved to the end of the store, only to find that the boy I was hoping to see was not there. I was slightly disappointed, but at least there was no pressure for me to perform well, which made me calm down almost completely.

The person standing near the cash register was another male. The outfit he wore didn't differ from the one I already seen, but the fluffy, red-colored mess on his head was a far cry from the well-maintained hair of the previous cashier. It took him a minute to notice me approaching, as his sight was focused on reading some pamphlet promoting new brand of e-cigarettes. I wondered whether he read it out of boredom or genuine interest in the product, but my bet would be on the former. He put it down as soon as he noticed me in the corner of his eye, although there was no hurry in his movements. I put the cans on the counter and smoothly hit him with the casual "hi".

"Hey," he responded, his voice warm and friendly. I heard the familiar "beep" of the product being scanned and prepared my wallet. Everything seemed to be going accordingly, until I heard him give me another comment "You know those give you kidney stones, right?" I stopped in my tracks for a second, uncertain what to respond, until I noticed a small smirk forming on his face.

"Kidding. I mean, not that it's not true, but so far I managed to avoid them," he added, seeing my face turn from a deer in the headlights to a look of realization.

"Yeah, uh, me too, thankfully" I replied, trying to reciprocate the playful remark as I felt the corners of my mouth twist in a polite grin. What a way to start the conversation.

"I like this flavor too. But I prefer the less sweet ones," he continued to judge the choice of my item, although not in bad faith. He was chatty, but it was actually quite a nice experience, one which I didn't expect to have today, but I didn't complain. His whole person radiated a calming aura which made me forget of the discomfort of talking to strangers all-together. It was as if I knew this man my whole life, even if all I did was exchange a few words with him. I will never understand how people possess such power, but I'm forever grateful it exists.

"Yeah, that's fair. It's hard to even enjoy the taste in some of them, as if someone just poured up a whole bag of sugar," I may have over exaggerated a bit, but I assumed he knew that. I got a chuckle and an understanding "yeah" in response.

With how much I enjoyed the conversation, I completely forget I was in the process of taking out the money of my wallet, just holding it in my hands this whole time. Guess I can't escape even a tiny bit of cringe for today. I quickly pulled out the cash. "Hey, no rush," he said, "there's no other clients in the store, you can take your time". I still felt silly, but with his chill demeanor the repercussions of my actions didn't sting as much.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my well-deserved smoke break," he got out from behind the counter and passed me by, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket on his way. I smiled to myself and grabbed my item, ready to head out as well.

While I was going through the aisles I entertained the thought that today could be different, but it turned out really well. I didn't have a panic attack from a simple interaction, I did what I planned to do, and I wasn't even that awkward. My mind was completely clear as I left the store, correctly assuming to see the red-haired cashier smoking nearby. I felt my stomach drop as I noticed someone else standing beside him. It was the blond boy. His casual ("casual" would be an understatement), off-work clothes were a drastic change from the outfit that his, what I assumed, friend wore. He now sported a leather vest that uncovered a bit of his stomach, black leather pants and a fancy rosary that adorned his neck. Wow. This boy has some guts to not be afraid strutting around in such. Which was in no way a bad thing, but it surely made keeping my composure a bit harder. Seeing that they were occupied by each other, I was seconds from quietly making my leave with the tail tucked between my legs, not prepared at all for this sight, until I heard a loud bang on the ground, followed by a faint "fisss". It took me a second to process what happened. My can. My energy drink slipped out of my sweaty palm and hit a tiny, pointy rock on the pavement, inevitably leaving a small hole from which the sweet juice began quickly pouring out.

"Fuck!"

My yelling surely got their attention now. Even though my mind was occupied with being upset, I managed to catch a glimpse of their reactions. The red haired boy winced at the sound, while the blonde exhaled thru his nose with either disappointment or amusement. I couldn't tell due to the fizzling sound of the raging can which was slowly beginning to calm down. Even though the sticky liquid on my hand made me feel gross, I picked it up. Thankfully the hole was near the top of the can so I saved most of the drink left. I hated the sudden spotlight, but by some miracle I managed to not completely freak out. I think I completely zoned out due to the intensity of the emotions. I was not about to cry, I was not about to scream (again). Not in public. Peace. Think about the consequences of your actions. I took a deep breath, ignoring both of the boys' stare for my own sanity. A minute has surely passed until I managed to show any sign of life. I don't usually smoke, but at that time I felt like I really needed one. My eyes fixated on the cigarette the nice cashier held in his mouth. Curiosity flashed in their eyes as I approached them. I cleared my throat.

"...Could I borrow a cigarette?" I asked, avoiding the eyes of the blonde. He was mostly staring at my hand which holding the nefarious drink. I decided to ignore him, I couldn't handle more stress right now.

"Yeah, sure," he reached for the pack, opening it in a way so that one of them was poking out. I took it.

"Uh, lighter?"

I lit up the cigarette with one hand after he passed me his zippo lighter. The somewhat familiar smoke buried deep in my lungs, making me cough a little. I didn't care, although my sight was proactively focused on the ground to avoid their eyes. I didn't know whether to stay with them until I finished the cigarette or smoke it on my way back, but the red-haired boy spoke again,

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," I said.

"I could smuggle you another can from the shop if you want," his eyes looked at my drink, I was positively surprised at his kind offer, but I felt like I overused his hospitality enough while asking for the cigarette.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't think that'll be necessary-" I offered him a genuine smile, "there's still a lot left, so I think I'll manage."

The boy nodded briefly after looking at the can, "I'm Mail by the way," the smoke found a way out of his lips after he took a long drag. "But Matt is fine as well," he added.

I reciprocated the nod and finally decided to take a brief glance at the boy standing near him. Instead of smoking, his resting bitch face was munching on the overpriced chocolate from the store, I now noticed.

"And that's Mihael. Mello. Mels," I assumed he said the last part in a playful tone, shooting a teasing smile his way.

I cleared my throat from the smallest remains of my anxiety towards him, "Uh, hi."

"Hey," he responded mildly, in-between of biting a part out of the chocolate. I don't think I ever seen anyone else eat chocolate that way.

"I like your clothes," I fixed my eyes on his outfit, I hoped to score some points with him, but also to properly express my honest opinion.

His eyes showed uncertainty for a moment, probably unsure if I was being genuine with my compliment, but he decided to nod and quietly hum in response. His expression didn't change. I didn't overthink it for my sake, hopefully he's like that with everyone.

"Really? He looks like a leather couch" Matt added, being met with Mello's eyes staring daggers at him, but I sensed it wasn't serious.

"Says a dude who wears goggles inside and outside," Mello barked back in retaliation.

"Not right now, I don't," Matt stuck out his tongue and Mello's expression finally showed a hint of amusement while his eyes rolled.

"Besides, I actually wear them for a reason," Matt explained, or rather bit back at Mello again, "unlike you, show-dog."

"My reason is that I look presentable," he flaunted with exaggeration, swinging the chocolate in his grip slightly, "unlike your week-old, sweaty, striped sweater."

"Last time I checked, people wearing leather sweat too," another jab from Matt, "and again, do you see me wearing my sweater right now?"

Mello just sighed in response, probably tired of this silly conversation at this point. It was amusing to hear them bicker, even if I felt a bit like a third-wheel. My cigarette shortened significantly, I already smoked the bigger half of it. Even though this interaction brought me lots of stress initially, I was actually glad I ended up being included in their conversation, even as a listener. My plan was to get to know Mihael anyway, and I succeeded in at least exchanging a few words with him. Matt stepped on the butt of his cigarette after it fell on the ground when he was done with it. I promptly did the same.

"Only one more hour of my shift left," Matt sighed, unhappy about being forced back behind the cash register again, "at least the day ain't as busy today."

"Sorry for, uh, making your life worse, I suppose?" you joked, which made him chuckle.

"Nah, you didn't. You dropping your drink and yelling fuck!" he mocked your voice, "was probably the most interesting thing that happened this work-day."

I grinned bashfully at his remark but accepted the compliment. I heard the crinkling of the wrapper as Mello finished his snack and threw it in the nearby trash. Except he didn't, as it hit the corner of the open trash can and swiftly fell on the ground. He grunted with annoyance and just looked at it, not bothering to get it again.

"It's not nice to litter in front of the store worker, Mello" Matt chimed in, obviously provoking a reaction from the other boy.

"I work here too, idiot," he bent to pick it up, "next time I'll throw it at you."

"Sure you will," Matt said with confidence, looking at the wrapper being properly disposed of now.

"Or, let me reiterate, I'll throw you out. Of the house." Mello threatened.

"Don't forget to leave me a pillow to sleep on while I'll be camping by the doors," Matt said while turning to head back to the store, loud enough for the both of us to hear.

I looked at Mello with a trace of smile on my face as Matt disappeared behind the store's doors, hopefully it made me seem friendlier than usual. "I'll be going too- I can't wait to finally wash my hand," I looked at the can in my grip, I did a good job of ignoring it the entirety of the conversation, but now that it was over, it seriously bugged me.

"Uhuh," he raised his brow slightly, almost as if I held toxic waste in my hand.

"So, um, bye," I said clearly, offering a polite smile. He finally showed me an ounce of expression on his face, his lips contorting into an amused smirk, which dumbfounded me. I tested my luck by asking, "what's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," he relaxed, but I noticed a glint in his eye as he spoke, "just thought you weren't able to say goodbye properly, judging by the last time you tried."

I didn't know how to react, so I just chuckled like a moron, "I- I'll make sure to do that next time." I felt like a dog who was caught trying to steal food from its owner. He did notice my weird behavior back then.

"I'd say making sure to bring a bag next time you go shopping would benefit you more," he continued to torture me with his remarks.

"Yes, alright, I get it," I defended myself, although it wasn't out of malice, rather trying to keep the mood playful and hopefully less embarrassing for me, "I'll take my leave now."

He raised his head slightly as a goodbye gesture and turned in the opposite direction, I assume heading back to his home as well.

Now I must do my shopping here again, once I save enough money to do so.

[knife-wielding]

Hi! I adore the Matt theme you made recently! I was wondering if you would be willing to make one of Mello, too? Thank you so much!

♱ ! Mello discord layout

　 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ f2u w/creds, no reposts or recolors!

♱ ! Credits : all original media

Note: I made it match the Matt ones, apologies for my laziness I'm just trying to get these requests done😭

[ghaztliousmoths]

So ever since the fake furblets were shown off, I wanted one cuz I felt it would be a neat thing to compare to the real deal.

I was scrolling through Vinted LT and came across a listing for one. My grandmother got it 2 months ago and it has finally arrived.

So here's some images :D

Packaging

Overall, the colours are less saturated on the fake, and has a more matt finish compared to the glossy official. It also has the furblet named Mello-Nee, even though the image used is Ray-Vee.

Some of the artwork also is traced, or AI was used on them - the fake Ray-vee's art is much smoother/has less defining fur.

In place of the Hasbro logo is "Little Live" which is taken from the current generation of Little Live Pets from Moose.

The back of the fake is almost similar to the front, except for the top part which features more traced artwork.

The bottom of the fake contains many warnings but unlike the real, it does not state the company who manufactured it.

External Appearance

The one that I got had fur that was blue and purple, which the one I could closely match to was Star-Lee. It's ears and faceplate are a lime green. It's eyes are less glossy than a real furblet's and it's green with suns. It's heart gem is a hot pink along with It's beak which has an unpainted tongue.

It's feet/baseplate is a bright white, and the battery compartment is a different design, and only has 1 screw to open it. The screws that hold the baseplate to the furby's insides has 3 screws instead of 4.

The keychain is a solid red with a basic look, linked to a smaller metal one.

Note that I had already opened the fake before taking these images, and that when I first opened it, it's fur was not tucked in.

The Internals

The insides is where it gets interesting personally.

The shell casing is a different design, made with a bright white plastic, and a different layout for the speaker holes.

It's ear is one solid green piece, which is very different from a real furby where it is made up of 3 pieces, plus 2 tags to hold the skin in.

The head button is the same white as the shell.

Taking one half of the shell shows that the insides are pretty different. I will compare them more closely in the next post cuz I reached the image limit.

Part 2:

[etchesonthescreen]

Contributor Previews Part 3!

Our next batch of contributors are here! Introducing: Laplace Atelier: "Laplace Atelier (they/them) specializes in art, writing, layout, and TTRPG design. In the spirit of Yoshihide, they may only draw that which they have seen." Find more of their work on their site at: https://x.com/LaplaceAtelier MelloWammy: "Hello! I'm Mello and I'm an artist currently pursuing my college degree in art! I really love participating in zines and this one has such a fun theme to explore since I'm super interested in online horror and just horror in general! I hope you enjoy my piece and thank you for any support!! <3" Find more of their work on their site at: https://mw-arts.tumblr.com/ https://www.instagram.com/mellowammy/ https://x.com/mellowammy parashy: "heyo, I'm parashy. I enjoy feeding the worms in my brain by getting into fandoms way too hard." Find more of their work on their site at: https://parashysocials.carrd.co/

[bandagewastern]

I LOVE YOUR LAYOUT !!! I LOVE MELLO AND FYODOR SMMM

TYSMM, I LOVE YOURS TOO!! ^_^

[bluesquaress]

death note microsoft solitaire ( collection ) headcanons bcuz i have a problem

starting w ryuk first ♡ plays on random mode exclusively, likely 2 lose interest half-way through and leave the game unfinished - if he wasn't constantly using light's account his level would likely still be in 1 or 2; his cards backing is set to a custom realistic apple theme and yes he has been so apple deprived that he tried to eat the computer— isn't aware you can change the card draw

SPEAKING OF LIGHT THOUGH... during surveillance or when he's playing infront of someone he only picks grandmaster ( and may or may not pretend to run out of time / get distracted so no one knows he can't beat the level ) - when alone though, he either leaves it on random due 2 ryuk, or switches between hard & expert mode — he uses standard draw3,+ the lvl 100 freecell card backing ( he only played freecell for the crown / king theme . ) around level 100+ on solitaire as well, he has 2 much free time.

L plays grandmaster, next question. no but – he's aware that Light is unable 2 beat it, so when around him ( esp in yotsuba arc ) every chance he gets he plays grandmaster, and wins. when on his own though, he tends 2 mainly play random as they have a higher chance of being unbeatable ( which in a way, is much more fun 4 him . ) never bothered changing the backing so it's stuck on classic - has far more free time then light and is often multitasking, lvl500+ in solitaire with 300misc lvls in the other collection card games; switches card draw when bored ( usually sticks with misc-draw3 though )

Mello only ever bothers playing with Matt, often trading places when the other gets bored just to make it through one match. Matt prefers easy / normal mode as he doesn't take it that seriously nor does he care much for leveling up, while Mello sets it to grandmaster every time ( only to then rage quit 5 seconds in because he keeps refreshing the match and losing each time . ) Mello insists on using standard draw3 but Matt changes it back to draw1 every time... low level due to rage quitting & apathy towards the game – retro card backing.

Near thinks its a bit pointless, but has moments of boredom where he gives in nonetheless, the most basic of settings ( doesn't change anything literally set on the classic / default options ), interchanges between collection games and plays on random always— prefers spider over solitaire, low level but could be higher if the effort was put in.

Misa is another one who prefers something other then solitaire, mainly choosing to play spider or freecell, doesn't have much time to play due to modeling and surveillance but post-timeskip when she's left alone for most if not the entire day, she doesn't really have much of a choice. mostly plays normal mode, level is in the low 30s as she is another one who doesn't care much for leveling up and is just looking for a quick game, around lvl9 on solitaire due 2 lack of playing — uses the kitten themed card backings:)

MATSUDA!!!! he's almost always pushed around n treated as the intern so oftentimes when they're not making him do coffee runs he's playing solitaire on his 'puter!! mainly plays normal / hard, but every now n then plays a few games up in expert <3 completes almost all of his daily / weekly challenges and due 2 the exp boosts they give he's reached a higher level then light ( being up in the lvl200s via sheer will & boredom alone lmfao ). doesn't really understand most of the other games 'how 2 play' rules so exclusively plays solitaire, literally the only one out of all of them that has a fully customized layout. i'm talking western background, puppy card backings with the autumn deck, and ofc he has the leaves effect ( although sometimes he changes it 2 the fireworks when he's feeling down... )

[soberstardom]

黒 . . で かな り . — !

か な . . . !!!!! — // @soberstardom

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O governador Jorginho Mello participa nesta quinta-feira, 5, da solenidade que marca a entrega de novas viaturas da Secretaria de Estado da Proteção e Defesa Civil (SDC). Ao todo, 22 viaturas vão renovar a frota das Coordenadorias Regionais da Defesa Civil em Santa Catarina. Na oportunidade, também ocorre o lançamento do novo portal de informações e serviços da SDC. O novo portal, com layout moderno e funcionalidade aprimorada, visa facilitar o acesso a informações e serviços para a população, oferecendo um suporte mais eficiente em situações de emergência e destacando os projetos e obras de prevenção de desastres, incluindo 26 obras de mitigação de enchentes com foco no Vale do Itajaí. O ato está marcado para as 17h, na sede da Secretaria de Estado da Proteção e Defesa Civil. Serviço O quê: entrega de novas viaturas para a Secretaria de Estado da Proteção e Defesa Civil e lançamento do novo portal da SDCQuando: quinta-feira, 5, às 17hOnde: sede da Secretaria de Estado da Proteção e Defesa Civil – Av. Gov. Ivo Silveira, 2320, Capoeiras – Florianópolis Fonte: Governo SC