#no defect; no queue; no magic

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #617 - "The Story Of Drift"

Originally posted on August 29th, 2011

Story, Art - Matt Marshall

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wada sez: Shane McCarthy’s pet OC, Drift, had a rocky history with the fandom until James Roberts did the magic trick of convincing everyone to like him. The Empty who Drift is speaking to loosely resembles Wheezel, but it isn’t an exact match; his pet is Howlback. Drift buys his katana on eBay. He’s next seen waiting in a queue to join the Autobots, alongside two characters with more impactful defection arcs from previous stories: Armada Starscream and G1 Carnivac. The use of a wonton font in the strip’s title can be assumed to be satirical of the orientalism riddled throughout McCarthy’s writing of the character, and we can probably also assume that this strip’s hateful attitude towards homeless people is similarly meant to parody McCarthy’s undercooked writing in Drift’s backstory—but I will say I’m really not sure what purpose it serves to frame Drift as a bratty teenage girl in the first panel. This strip was translated into Italian, German, and Spanish; see below for all of those, along with Matt Marshall’s remastered version of the strip from his Tales From The Matrix Keeper zine.

[heliads]

Hello ! If I may ask, what requests do you have lined up? 😁

excellent question! fics in my queue are posted on odd days and go until december 3 (which definitely does not stress me out aaa)

newt x reader (modern au)

ag!peter parker x male!reader (reader's been crushing on peter for a while but he's getting over gwen)

platonic benoit blanc x reader (benoit experiences the need for fatherhood)

bucky barnes x reader (soulmates au)

tewkesbury x reader (they talk, there's only one bed)

platonic avengers x teen!reader (they tell her to stay behind on a mission but they get kidnapped so she has to save them)

newt x reader (modern au, the pitfalls of monopoly (the game))

four x reader (tris causes problems)

clove x reader (reader is a peacemaker deciding to defect to the rebels)

thomas x reader (magic/medieval au)

platonic four x reader (reader is also from abnegation)

pietro maximoff x reader (they have an argument after she puts herself in danger to protect him)

nikolai lantsov x reader (NOT a request but i was listening to bejeweled by taylor swift and...hear me out... modern au where nik's an actor and reader is a singer and they're put together for a pr relationship so they don't cause problems anymore but they fall for each other but of course it's all fake and i kind of want to make it a series but it's not really like i have the kind of time necessary to do that... we'll see, alright?)

wyatt lykensen x reader (wyatt gets jailed, look man idk someone on wattpad sent it in)

druig x reader (deep angst where druig loved reader but left for a decade or two and is stunned when reader had to move on)

nikolai lantsov x reader (childhood friends to lovers)

avengers x reader (reader is short)

platonic willa lykensen x sister!reader (willa has a sister and is overprotective)

[slyttherins]

Unexpected flame (part 5) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black’s daughter

Hermione - along with Crookshanks - arrived at the start of August. She had brought her whole trunk and school stuff, having no plan to return home before the start of the new school year.

As expected, Ginny didn't waste time filling her in on the latest gossip inside the house. Juliet wished she had kept it to herself, as there was really nothing to tell, but according to Ginny, it was big news.

The three girls were sitting in Ginny and Hermione's room, eating freshly baked pumpkin cookies and catching up when Ginny brought it up.

''So...are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?''

''Yes.''

''No.''

Juliet glared at Hermione. She usually didn't pay interest in gossip, which left Juliet surprised.

''What? I want to be let in on the juicy gossip too. All I know is what Ginny told me, which isn't much.''

''Because there isn't much to tell.''

Ginny rolled her eyes. ''Rubbish.''

''Come on, Juliet. You kissed Fred, there must be something to tell,'' Hermione encouraged.

Perhaps they did a little more than kissing, but she figured Ginny didn't need - or want - to know that. No one wants to hear that their brother fingered their best friend while they were asleep next door.

Juliet shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Ginny. ''Don't you think it's a bit weird that I tell you this? He's your brother.''

''But you're my best friend and I want to know about your love life...even if it involves my brother. There's things I do not want to know, but I trust you to not add too much details I don't want to hear.''

Juliet had no intentions of telling them all the details - she wanted to keep some parts of her night with Fred private -, but told them just enough to satisfy their curiosity.

''How was it? The kiss,'' Hermione asked.

Ginny scoffed. ''I bet they did more than kissing.''

''We did not.''

''You're lying!''

''Am not.''

''Quit it. Fred told George already and George told me-''

''He told George?! I can't believe him-''

A mischievous grin broke on Ginny's face. ''Got you. I knew you were lying!''

Juliet gaped.

Just then, George walked down the hallway and stopped at her door. ''What is she lying about?'' he asked, stopping in the doorway.

''She and Fred had sex.''

.

Once everyone had gone to bed, Fred slipped in Juliet's bedroom. It had become their night routine.

They'd sit on her bed and talk until late, until one of them started to feel sleepy. Sometimes, like tonight, clothes were removed and kisses were exchanged, but that didn't change their status. Juliet and Fred were friends. Or, perhaps a little more.

Hermione didn't approve of their arrangement, not a fan of these ‘friends with benefits’ thing, but Juliet had simply shrugged. They weren't doing anyone harm, they were just two friends having fun behind closed doors.

They rolled on their sides, facing each other as Fred caressed the pale skin of Juliet' shoulder in the half moon's glow. ''Funny how we didn't tell anyone, but somehow they all know.''

''All but our parents,'' Juliet corrected.

''Thank Godric! Mom would murder me.''

Molly wasn't against her children having sex. She knew they'd get to that at some point in their life, but she'd rather they waited till they were old enough to be responsible and safe. As in, responsible enough to not get a girl pregnant or catch an STD. She'd also rather it doesn't happen under her roof.

Although Fred was of age and that Grimmauld Place wasn't her house, Mrs. Weasley was sleeping on the floor above and she'd be livid if she knew what Juliet and him were up to while they were asleep.

''Same for my dad, but he'd murder you.''

''Murdered twice? What a heavenly way to die.''

Juliet laughed.

.

''Where do you think you're going, young ladies?'' Molly asked, catching Juliet and Ginny laughing as they came down the stairs, small purse on their shoulders and shoes on, looking like they were heading outside.

''Shopping,'' Juliet replied, passing her purse over her head to wear as a crossbody. ''We're meeting up with Luna in Diagon Alley.''

Juliet was hoping to get her hands on that quick-dry ink Remus told her about. Being a left handed, ink always smudged on her parchemin and got on her hands and it annoyed her.

''By yourself? While V- the Dark Lord has returned?'' Molly shook her head. ''That's not happening. Please take your shoes off and send a letter to Miss. Lovegood to inform her that you aren't going.''

''Mom! Are you being serious?'' Ginny asked,

''We didn't move here

''Juliet and Luna will be there. I'm not gonna be by myself.''

''What's the matter, Molly? I'm hearing you scream from the end of the hallway,'' said Sirius, coming out from the office.

For once, Molly was relieved to see him, assuming he'd be on her side. ''Your daughter and mine want to go to Diagon Alley,'' she informed Sirius.

Unfortunately for Mrs. Weasley, Sirius didn't react the way she had hoped him to.

''Oh, have a lovely day. Bring me back some ice cream from Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour, will you Juliet?''

Molly looked at Sirius with a scowling look on her face. ''Is that all you have to say?''

Sirius looked confused. ''Do you need any money?''

Wrong answer.

''You're allowing her to go out? Have you forgotten why the Order has been reconstituted?'' Molly was fuming at, according to her, his his irresponsibility and lack of common sense.

''Of course not,'' Sirius said with a dry, almost angry tone. Voldemort was a soft subject for him. How could Molly think he could forget about that tragic night? ''But, I'm not gonna shelter her inside this bloody house. I'm the only one who is in hiding, not her. Juliet can go out if she pleases.''

''You know she can't use magic outside school, right? What if they get attacked by him or his followers? They know who she is.''

''I trust that Remus taught her how to defend herself. And, I'll go to Cornelius Fudge myself if they punish her for using magic as self defense while underage.''

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Diagon Alley was bonded with people. Being one of those hot summer days, the queue at the ice cream parlour was really long so the girls decided to go to Obscurus Books instead, by Luna's request.

''It's unfortunate that Ginny couldn't come.'' Luna adjusted her funky looking, pink sunglasses.

''Her mom wasn't keen on letting her go to Diagon Alley knowing that You-Know-Who has returned. I get that she's protective of her children, but it's unlikely that the dark wizard will show up in the middle of the day,'' Juliet explained.

Luna stopped in front of a less busy shop. ''It's here.'' She pointed at the sign over the shop's door. Obscurus Books.

They walked inside and an old man greeted the girls at the front of the shop, informing them on their latest book releases.

Juliet had never been to this place before. It was nothing like Flourish and Blotts. Much smaller and not filled to the brim with books. According to Luna, this place had a much better selection of books about magical creatures.

Luna immediately strolled to her favorite section and began skimming through books. ''Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, I received a letter from Neville this morning.''

''Neville?'' Juliet repeated, cocking an eyebrow.

''Daddy and I were having trouble with one of our plants so I wrote to Neville about it last week. Turned out he simply forgot to water them...'' Luna explained, not surprised by her father's defective memory. ''Neville also told me about the new, very rare plant he got for his birthday. A Mimbulus mimbletonia, I believe? I've seen on in a book, it looks fascinating.''

A Mimbulus mimbletonia? Juliet had no clue what that was. Perhaps she should pay more attention in Herbology this year?

[kneiphoportfolio]

Blowing The Gaff

Situational prompt (Thank you @dreamwriter5000 --and, also, @k-magic-universe for an early draft read through)

Pluck words from my mouth, mold them to your own

Mark my heartbeat, a pulse to place in queue

Shielded thoughts once divulged, drop down like stones

Lips-to-letters, for all the world to view

Argument's inroads pave contemplation

Foundational defects stripped clean, abuse

In winding wake, discharging deflation

To stand stutteringly stupid, confused

Inside the lines, cemented between breaks

Be implementation in verse or prose,

Perspicacity battered, I'll not slake

Effulgence blazed, by weakness, self-exposed

All faults owned, no malice, here, injected,

Discourse, free, drives outcome, unsubjected

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(c) kneipho

Updated with personal phone snap 9/30/20

[chrysalispen]

v. the clays of a cold star

am working on the daily prompt free for all, but in the meantime it’s sunday so also have a chapter for reborn by fire aha

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All told, Aurelia privately hadn't expected much out of an Eorzean infirmary.

It would, frankly, have been unfair of her. The technology gap between the Empire and most of Aldenard was more like a vast yawning chasm (though there were rumors, largely unsubstantiated, that Cid nan Garlond had defected to Eorzea specifically to close said gap), so she'd assumed that the procedures would be... well... primitive, at least compared to the working conditions to which she was accustomed.

What she encountered was not quite as bad as she'd feared, but still worse than she'd hoped. There were so many people lying abed within the first pavilion that there was scarce any room to walk. The man called Sparrow was carefully placing his footfalls on what small patches of uncovered ground still existed so as not to disturb the bedrolls with their passage.

As they slipped out the back towards the tent that had been erected for a surgery, Aurelia was astonished to see even more wounded. The line stretched outside, with some soldiers unable to stand and sitting or lying in the mus and cold water, while others were left to mill about with minor wounds and shivering in the rain that still fell.

Hells below, the Garlean thought, dismayed.

Two Hyur were working over a table, their aprons bloodied, while a third poured aether into their subject with an outstretched hand. As Sparrow and Edwin approached, an elezen woman emerged from the opposite side of the tent, scowling at them. She wore a long white apron of the sort Aurelia recognized instantly.

"Oh for Nophica's sweet sake," she spat, throwing up her hands, "how many times do I have to tell you lot, no jumping the queue. Everyone will be seen in the order they arrive, now back to the line with you."

Sparrow coughed.

"Uh, beggin' yer pardon, Léonie, but the prisoner's got to be seen to before we can take her to the holding area."

"Another imperial, eh?" A pair of tired hazel eyes met Aurelia's gaze. She braced herself for coldness, for hostility... and the elezen instead gave a noncommittal grunt. "Well then, put her on the table and let's get this done. Need to get the rest of her armor off--I'm guessing she can't walk since you lot were carrying her."

"Hip was out of socket," Edwin spoke up. "I'm fair certain at least one leg is broken if not both."

"Looks like it was reduced."

"Aye. Did it before we came back."

"You shouldn't have reduced her hip if- hells, that's a godsdamned third eye."

The woman had tilted her head back to check the superficial head injury she'd sustained, and her dirty fringe had shifted in a wet, matted clump to bare her brow. She had recoiled, and was now staring incredulously at Aurelia, obviously awaiting an explanation for some mad reason. Stymied as to exactly where this line of questioning was going, she could only nod.

"But... you're a woman," the chirurgeon said.

"I... Y-yes?"

"But you-"

There it was again. Aurelia sighed. 

"Why's everyone so bloody surprised I'm a woman?"

"Oh," Sparrow said. "Er..."

"We've, um." Edwin actually had the good grace to look embarrassed. "We heard your, ah, your people don't let their women take the field."

For a long moment, Aurelia just stared at them.

Well that's... certainly a theory.

There was some small nugget of truth to it, she supposed. Garlean women weren't often assigned to the foreign legions because of the risk that deployment to areas like Eorzea posed. For all its technological advancement, imperial society was still rather conservative, and women of her social status were largely expected to serve their compulsory four years before wedding a man of their family's choice to produce heirs for their bloodlines.

That said, highborn women like herself certainly did go through their paces to make a career of military service, and could rise quite high in rank at that. One of Aurelia's own cousins, a woman two years her senior, was one of Legatus van Gabranth's highest-ranked tribunes. 

So it was with some difficulty that she managed to keep a straight face when she replied,

"Dare I ask where you lot came by that notion?"

There was a long silence before Sparrow mumbled something that sounded like, "Privateers."

"Ah yes,” she said rather drily, “pirates. Truly, a most reliable source of speculation, and certainly not wont to embellish their tales in the telling."

The pair exchanged decidedly sheepish glances. 

Really, though, it was an absurd notion. She might have actually laughed did she not feel so terrible - and if she didn't think she was like to be punished for it. Had the Captain been present, Aurelia was certain she'd have got a hard shove in the back and told to keep her cheek to herself.

"Well," the chirurgeon said, rather briskly, "now we've got that sorted, perhaps you lot might clear out and let me do my godsdamned job. Go on."

"Léonie, the captain will want t-"

"Go, Sparrow, off with you! I can do this without your hovering. If she tries to strangle me with my own apron strings, you'll know about it. Now pull the curtain shut and give a lady some privacy."

Aurelia fidgeted nervously as the two dutifully filed out, one of Sparrow's meaty hands pulling the curtain taut in his wake. She kept thinking of the cold, miserable wounded sitting in their lines, waiting for help, exposed to the elements, watching as she was taken to the front of the line. Her own injuries were far from minor, but she'd seen at least a dozen people who in her own mind would have warranted attention first.

The healer, Léonie, rolled her eyes to the heavens.

"As I was telling him, he shouldn't have tried to reduce that hip of yours if he thought the leg was broken. Could've made it worse." 

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Aurelia said. “I asked him to do it.”

“That was foolish.”

“I know. But there was no way they could have carried me here otherwise.”

“Best you hope your hip isn’t cracked as well.” Deft, long-fingered hands reached for her legs. "Let's get these off, then."

"Please be careful-"

"Yes, yes, I've done this a time or two, girl. I know what I'm about." Aurelia relaxed somewhat when she realized the woman was unfastening the heavy buckles that held the greaves in place, rather than attempting to yank them off. "...Can't bloody believe they had a slip of a lass like you going about in heavy armor. You don't look built for it at all."

It was becoming difficult to maintain her composure. The pain had dulled to background noise as they'd traveled - never, she thought to herself, underestimate the body's ability to accustom itself to anything - but now that her full attention was focused on it once more her stomach twisted, the pain suddenly front and center and very very huge.

She saw why the moment the armor was slowly and carefully lifted away: exposed bone an ilm below the knee, cutting through flesh and carbonweave like a snapped stick.

"Compound fracture," she said aloud, between clenched teeth. "I had feared that."

"Pardon?"

"I was pinned beneath a magitek reaper -- hit by it when the moon.. when everything happened," she replied by way of explanation. "My injuries were - are - consistent with blunt force trauma. I was expecting a break, just hoping for something not quite this dire."

The elezen gave her a quizzical glance as she set the cermet plating aside, and turned towards a small metal bowl on a side table.

"Wouldn't expect a soldier to know aught of that sort of thing."

"As well you shouldn't, because I'm not a soldier," Aurelia said steadily, or as steadily as she could manage through the screaming fire that was now her entire left side from the waist down. "I'm in the business of saving lives, not taking them."

"...You're a healer?"

"A field medic, yes."

"I've never seen a chirurgeon in so much armor."

"Robes and leggings would be poor protection for me. I can't use magic so I do what needs doing with... potions. Infusions, and such." Gods, it hurt, it hurt, she could barely think through the throbbing that kept time with her racing heart. "Lost my godsdamned field kit in all of ... this, or I'd have already tried to see to my hurts, if not those poor bastards outside. But it's gone. Out in the Flats somewhere."

She had no way of knowing that for sure, of course. But undoubtedly all those potions, aught that could have done her or anyone else any good -- they were likely gone now, destroyed by the eikon's wrath. 

And for lack of proper medicine and proper care, many of the poor souls she'd seen on her way in were probably going to die before the first night had passed. The sheer frustration she felt in the face of that knowledge made her want to weep, or maybe that was just her broken leg.

"Hm. Well, you're right, this is going to require rather more work than just a splint. Lie back and relax. I'm going to fetch that conjurer who came in with you so he can put himself to use and let Sparrow know you'll be here a good while."

She swallowed, lying back against the unforgiving surface of the table and fighting not to vomit. The older woman placed a light hand on her brow, very briefly, like a mother calming a feverish child.

It was not until the unnatural heaviness had sunk into her limbs and dragged her eyelids shut, leaving them too heavy to open, that she was able to sense the chirurgeon's aether weighing her down: not the cold heaviness of iron chains but the soft touch of a warm blanket, silently urging her to shut her eyes and drift away.

She fought it at first, panicked, wondering what they meant to do to her-- and then a stray observation struck her:

Anesthesia. Of course. Anyone who could put a body to sleep would have little need for potions unless the spell was resisted.

The last of her apprehension began to fade. 

Whatever else the woman was, she was a healer, and her manner, though it spoke of overwork, had not been one of malice. At the very least, Aurelia thought, she could probably trust a fellow chirurgeon to do her work. Even if the conditions weren't ideal.

She gave in.

~*~

For his part, the Gridanian conjurer in question was currently concentrating on pouring aether into a small body lying prone in the muddy pathway. His patient's companion, a fresh-faced young Hyur wearing the tabard of an Immortal Flame, sat alongside, clutching at a bleeding forearm he barely seemed to notice and staring at the other lad with dark and worried eyes.

"Is... he going to be all right, healer?" the young soldier asked in a smoke-roughened voice, his skin deathly pale beneath a layer of dirt, water, and prominent freckles.

Just a boy, really, truth be told. Gods, Sparrow thought. So many of these so-called soldiers were naught more than children. The aging warrior reckoned there were even more who'd died well beyond the bounds of Carteneau, defending their settlements--farm boys who'd set aside their ploughs to take up whatever blade they could.

Edwin did not answer. He did not need words to give his answer when he sighed, at length, and let his hand fall to his side. The spark of aether at his fingertips dimmed and went out, and his hands returned to his sides.

What little color remained in the Hyur's face drained from it.

"No," he whispered. "No! Didihesu can't-"

"I'm sorry," the conjurer said. "Burns this deep and widespread are beyond my power to heal. Perhaps if he had been brought sooner-"

"You have to help him! Please!"

"I cannot!"

He cut off the torrent of pleas, something sharp and angry and hurting in his words, and the boy went quiet. There was a startled hush that rippled through the nearby patients, as his shout briefly drew their attention.

"Healers cannot work miracles," Edwin continued, his voice more measured, but rough and subdued. And exhausted. "Should I push myself beyond my current limits, I risk my own life as well."

Sparrow knew it was true, and they all knew it had been a long shot- the lalafellin lad's wounds had been grievous even before they had been aware of the extent of the burns Bahamut's fire had left behind- but he also knew what small comfort that would be. They both watched that young face crumple like old parchment, then break, then the inevitable flood of tears.

"...He didn't even want to enlist," the lad sobbed. "But then I-"

"It's not your fault, son," the roegadyn began, but he was cut off by another strangled sob.

"It is my fault! I talked him into leaving the village with me to join the Flames! I-I just wanted my best friend with me when...!"

Edwin watched all of this with an expression that might be mistaken for indifference did one not see the guilt lurking in his eyes. One of the Gridanian's hands was already extending towards the body, gently lifting hands that had cooled and stilled, placing them across poor dead Didihesu's chest, lifting the body to remove it from the mud and the sunken footsteps between the camp tents so that at least he would not be trampled by passerby.

Knowing this was only the beginning of the work they had to do-- just thinking about the countless bodies still left to unearth from all the wreckage here, all the destroyed settlements, made Sparrow's stomach turn itself in knots. But that seemed so trivial in comparison to the decision Edwin had just had to make, to let a boy die because it was either save him or save himself.

It was to this grim scene that Léonie thrust her head out of the tent flap.

"Conjurer," she said shortly. "You're needed."

At first, Edwin did not respond. He knelt a moment longer by the lalafell, wiping at his face, and Sparrow could not be certain if he was shedding tears or if he was simply wiping away mud and rainwater. Then he sighed, and with a grunt used his staff to regain his footing, leather boots splashing in the brown water, the hem of his robes soaked in more of the same.

"Are you going to be all right, then?" the roegadyn asked.

"I have to be all right. I've little choice." His head jerked with a snort tilt towards the straggling line of wounded huddled close and cold and hurting in the storm. "They're depending on it."

What a hard and heartbreaking thing, Sparrow thought to himself, watching that slouched and retreating back as it disappeared into the surgery, to be a healer. To bear such a burden, the responsibility of others' lives. To feel so personally the loss of each, as it shuffled off its mortal coil.

To be cruel simply to be kind.

Gently he placed his hand on the sobbing boy's back, mindful of his hurts, standing guard over that small cloudburst of grief. A small bit of comfort for the living left behind -- that was the least that could be offered, and the most many would get, he thought, in the coming days.

Overhead, the aether-driven storm -  heedless of the affairs of mortals or Calamities - continued apace.

[fastfit-auto]

Pros and Cons of On-line Shopping for Towbars, Bullbars and Winches

When we say shopping, it was remarkably different back then.

The traditional way of shopping includes dressing up, driving to the store, a lot of walking while pushing carts, a long queue of lines in the cashier and carrying it back to your car.

Now when we say shopping, a magical word "online" does it for them.

Who could blame them? Online shopping became one of the most sought things.

This affects all things that anyone can purchase.

You can buy the basics like food and clothing.

You may shop for necessities like pieces of furniture, appliances and automobiles.

You can even indulge yourself with gadgets, pieces of jewellery and booking trips to anywhere in the world.

It improved our way of living significantly.

 If ever you wanted to buy accessories for your ute, 4WD or car chances are online shops available round the clock. That's why we list some pros and cons for those shoppers.

 Convenience

Pros: this is a major factor why online shopping is starting to boom. The clear fact that you can go shopping at 4 am, in the middle of a winter storm, wearing your pyjamas says it all. You can purchase anything, anytime, anywhere as long as an internet connection is present. You can order that bull bar from Sydney even though you live in Perth and have it delivered at your doorstep in a couple of days.

Cons: Physically touching the product is out of the question. Once you order online, you can't fit a shoe or smell the scent of perfume.

Another cons is physical exertion. It's always a plus for anyone to walk and move and carry a bit of load. You will maintain the flexibility of your joint and not to mention the integrity of your heart.

 Cost

Pros: discounts are widely common in online shops. It is a strategy to attract more buyers. You can even compare towbar prices at different shops without the hassle of calling each store. Inquiring about the product is easier than ever.

Cons: Cost is not everything, quality is also needed especially if you're buying car accessories. Some online stores are selling imitations. If you can buy the product nearby, better purchase it there than save a few bucks but won't last.

   Wide Selection

Pros: Shopping online is unlimited. You can get products from all over the globe. Some items that are sold out in your country can be shipped from other places.  In addition, most of the products description are listed together with the price and image. Colours, finish and sizes are always included.

Cons: Having too many options can sometimes overwhelm you. If the product you wanted needs shipping from other countries, you need to wait a month or two before the arrival. If you need it urgently, shop locally or pay extra for faster delivery. Defective items are also common when shipping from afar.

 Other factors

If you're not heavily invested on the net chances are you won't have any account in Paypal or other online payment.

You can always choose to pay with a credit card but sometimes underhanded stores don't deliver the exact product or worse won't give the item at all. It's safer to pay Cash on Delivery (COD).  

  There are many ways to shop for what we need. Everyone has their own circumstance just remember to choose to buy products where the pros outweigh the cons.

[fenetimin1980-blog]

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[impivus]

very rushed very shit intro comin @ you all but here goes nothing ! i’m felix from the gmt tmz, i use he / him pronouns, and im gonna power nap any minute now because one thing you should know about me is that i’m eternally on the verge of passing out from minimum exertions during the day. this is my pain in the ass eunsu: not even going to sugar coat it - he’s the human personification of a headache dumpster fire all in one beefy package and i really don’t even blame your character if they just . ignore his presence because, me too !

under the cut there’s some information about him if you want to get to know more about him regardless. smash that mf heart if you want to plot.. and i will get to you ? sometime ? its an ambiguous promise but i keep them, discord is also an option so just ask if you’d prefer to plot on there. eun’s about is here but no plots as of yet because life is hard and We Cant all Have Everything 

aka im lazy 

* ☾ ✧ * º ━━ is that KIM JONGIN walking about ? nope ! that’s just EUN SU CHO. & i’ve been told that they work as a INFORMATION BROKER ! apparently, they are TWENTY FIVE ( 204 )  years old .  some people say they are a CISMALE, DEMON ! HE is very CULTIVATED & INTUATIVE but also DECIETFUL &  MENACING. i wonder if they are just as odd as the rest of us .  ⇢  SYNOPSIS. MBTI TYPE  /  entp, the debater ZODIAC SIGN  /  scorpio   ENNEAGRAM TYPE  /  7w8 KINSEY SCALE  /  3 MORAL ALIGNMENT /  chaotic evil / neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE / slytherin ⇢ AESTHETICS. 

goosebumps raised and feelings of growing dread, the dark corner of a room where light doesn’t reach, silver pocket - watches with dead batteries, the scratch of a record player needle, flares in the sky, bad ideas coming to life, half-assed clapping when it’s required, figures dancing within the shadows & a smile you shouldn’t trust . 

⇢ OVERVIEW

literally anybody: when are you free?  eun su: im forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so i am never truly "free" but i don't really have plans all next week except for monday

this is eun su, and will y’all believe me if i say he used to be a good egg before he turned into the rotten egg i’m presentin y’all with today ??  i kid u not.. bs free zone. he did once ..  have a hort  he was born to a cult of witches, his twin brother absorbing all the magic that was meant to be equally distributed between them in his mother’s womb, which pretty much left eunsu as the black sheep of the family. said cult had been living on a small, near enough desolated island for literal decades, entertaining themselves with magic, seeking out knowledge, observing the unassuming populace, and toying with other supernatural creatures who dared cross their paths. unfortunately for eunsu’s family, tragedy struck when one of his aunt’s tried to over throw the high priestess ( his mother ) in their coven. unyielding in her position and untouchable to the magic she was exposed to, her sister went about other ways to break the woman’s spirits, dabbling in black magic predominantly to achieve her goals. eunsu’s brother was, thus, cursed before he was even born with an incurable heart defect that would see him dead before he reached double figures. eunsu’s mother was broken not mourned over how much he missed out as on a child: but she mourned for the fact that he was the only child that harboured any magic in their veins, the only child that could’ve carried on their lineage.   queue entrance of eunsu and his Whats the Worst that Could Happen Attitude. being young and naive, thought he could’ve been able to solve it by himself, solve the issues and earn his mother’s lacking affections. eun had heard about dark vessels that could miraculously grant wishes through summonings. though he didn’t have magic in his veins he had a fire in his heart, and after all, demons cared not for who or what they fed from: so long as they appeased their hunger.  all it wanted in return was a good, pure soul, and that’s what the demon stole from him before it mended his twin brother’s heart, giving the boy a new lease of life that wasn’t intended for him from the start. pity that eunsu died before he got to the age of twenty, following a quick and hungry fever that overtook his frail body and too soon turned deadly. there was no surprise that, come judgement day, he was turned away at the gates of heaven, in exchange for becoming one of lucifer’s own.

as a result of being eternally cursed with immorality and a tainted soul, he's lived some hundred-odd years and is coping by making the current populace in jeonseoul suffer along with finding purpose in digging out the secrets of his past life, mayhaps trying to find the demon who cursed him.... which could definitely be a wc.. and strengthening his abilities as a demon.

his personality is a bit insufferable; eunsu keeps himself distant and cryptic, because he likes it that way. he's a real weirdo ( if u have ever watched hxh he’s hisoka.. THAT weird )  that's hard to forget: completely mischievous, dramatic, and malicious to boot. some days he's waxing poetic about the futility of having a sense of justice and the next he's using his demonic powers to make some innocent tourist think they're hallucinating as they attempt to walk into a steady flow of traffic. 

ultimately life's a game to him and bih.. he’s here to have fun ! he's outlived his actual family and friends ( well, aside from his brother who he barely remembers, prolly be a wc if anyone’s interested ) and he's not looking to get attached to anyone. it would be great to Die because it’s his forever Mood but he also gets furious if anyone tries to actually expel him for real - so he'll simply prod at the world and its people until he gets the reactions he wants.

fair warning: it is a pain to genuinely care about eunsu and not many people will wanna do it. he comes and goes into people's lives as he pleases, stops reaching out once he's bored and only ever grazes the surface of a relationship based on its worth or his curiosities, innocent ppl, cute ppl, etc are just gonna be eaten up by him then dropped. 

the people who will be closest to him are doubtlessly other demons ig ? but he also hates y’all too so.. don’t get too friendly like he’s not here to make friends he’s here to be Jeonseoul’s next top Demon. also since he died sumn like 200 years ago it’s possible some wizards / familiars knew of him and his coven, it’d be super interesting for someone to have known cute human eunsu in exchange for chaotic bastard demon eunsu 

⇢ MISCELLANEOUS

since he’s a young demon, his horns are small and his wings barely span about two inches above his shoulder bones, he got itty bitty bat wings lbr he’s kinda pissed abt it. there’s tattoos over his scars from clashing with other demons / hunters / angels, but his devil’s mark lining the back of his neck, performed by first demon who took his soul, has never faded away. 

he also works as an info broker, which ties in with the fact that he’s a contractual demon ! it's more of a hobby than a job, something he does for kicks and to restock his gambling money and alcohol money, but he offers a helping hand to solo clientele for private cases if need be, just remember to bring your negotiation skills because his manipulation skills are a1.

he's well-versed in witchcraft even if he can’t actually possess the abilities that actual witches can. while hardly the mentoring type, he could be convinced to equip people with his knowledge of latin, spells or dark magic they want if he's interested enough. then again he might decide to screw them over for kicks so ask him for favours with caution.

for someone who carries a ton of spite and secrets, he passes as an easygoing, casual literature major on the daily to disguise his true intentions. find him at the university pretending to be a student and failing miserably at it like edward’s thousand year old ass in twilight

he cheats at the casino with his demonic powers but does it infrequently enough to pass it as luck. play games with him at your own risk. casinos are one of his favourite places but he can really be found anywhere with ease but some other places he frequents are: beaches, libraries, museums, bars, etc !

he'll get on people's nerves, but getting him to care to the degree of hate is another story. living this long has numbed him; people don't surprise him anymore and he doesn't care to spend time thinking about others. the secret to getting him to turn deathly serious is as simple as telling him you can tell that he was once a good person - because the cheesy truth is he was. he just convinces himself that he's given up trying to remember his human life and finds it easier to live like he’s dead.. yknow which he is.

romance makes him queasy, he's a spiteful old bastard and the concept of sweet love rubs him 100% fictional. there's someone he fancied before he was cursed but i'll save you the story: that's a distant dream now.

he might quote romantic works or put some pretty words together but he's fake as Fuck. if he notices someone innocent and unsuspecting crushing on him they are in so much trouble. he'll kiss their hand then twirl them right off a cliff. corruption kink central right here laid ease

as of rn he’s trying to master how to teleport and shadow control but he really is like on level one and he’s got to get up to level 50 to achieve even a fifth of what these other demons can do 

edit: i totally forgot to include eunsu’s ‘demonic’ title after he was banished to the perils of hell. it’s ironically just saint, and he goes around using that bc it’s blasphemous and a big ole middle finger to god himself. nobody will know his real name, but if there’s an off chance that they do, that’s a massive threat to eunsu and he’ll get his Snipers on Scene

tl;dr: 

[jw-vincent]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5h4UOc3y8A - premiering at Noon 8.26.18 CST

Nostalgia for the PlayStation 2 has gripped me, and I have cast aside many of my other Youtube projects in favor of pursuing a completionist run of three of my favorite PlayStation 2 franchises. The first of these franchises, the first of these masterpieces to be played, is “Kingdom Hearts”, a conglomeration of efforts by Disney and Square Soft--or are they Square Enix? I’m never quite certain.

Introduced into this magnificent world by Utada Hikaru’s ‘Simple and Clean’, I have never felt quite as at home in a game as with this production. As the nostalgia and energy wash over me I prepare for a long and arduous journey. This journey begins with two choices, by what elements we will progress and how fast we will progress. Taking up the Dream Sword to enhance our strength, and discarding the Dream Rod to maintain our defense while sacrificing power with magic. A brief test of combat skills follows, leading to a door that “will not open, just yet.” An interview with the children of Destiny Island, Wakka, Selphie and Tidus, is met with lies, lies that will start us down a path of long suffering, our journey will begin at night, but a bright dawn awaits us at the end.

Proceeding beyond this interview, a brief encounter with our Darkside awaits us, followed immediately by awaking on the beach of our, with our love interest Kairi. Preparations are underway alongside our rival in love Riku to build a raft that will take us away from this island paradise to distant God-forsaken worlds. 

Gathering up the cloth, wood and rope needed to build the raft, we spend a portion of our morning facing off against Tidus, Wakka and Selphie.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaPpV_Znets - premiering at 1 p.m. 8.26.18 CST

The second game on our list of nostalgic titles for the PlayStation 2 premieres only an hour after the first, and “Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy” greets us with a monologue by Samos the Green Sage cocerning the origins of the world, the history of the precursors, and a small act of disobedience. Queue Jak and Daxter disembarking from a boat onto Misty Island, home of a great supply of Dark Eco. Following a brief encounter with a lurker, Daxter finds himself engulfed and disgorged by a vat of dark eco, entering as a boy and emerging as...an Ottsel.

Informed by the Green Sage of his inability to cure Daxter, the two youths set forth on an adventure to find Gol Ackeron, the Dark Sage, beginning with a hunt for 20 power cells to fuel Keira’s (the daughter of the Green Sage) heat shielded Anti Gravity Zoomer (shortened A-Grav). To start this adventure, Samos recommends a trip to Tutorial Island--er--Geyser Rock, a trip that they ace. 

Returning to Sandover Village, Jak and Daxter meet with several villagers, including an artist, Jak’s uncle, and even the mayor. A trip to Sentinel Beach rewards the duo with their first death (in turn rewarding the player with an amusing cutscene with Daxter) and a handful of power cells and precursor orbs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VE3EtaaBqo - premiering at 2 p.m. 8.26.18 CST

The final treat on our list of nostalgic PlayStation 2 titles is Ratchet & Clank. An opening sequence introduces us to Ratchet, a “lombax” fed up with his life on backwater planet Veldin, Ratchet dreams of taking his ship off-planet, to explore the stars, and to Clank, a small defective robot who seeks to save the universe from the evil Blarg empire. 

Crash landing on Veldin and rescued by Ratchet, Clank offers to start Ratchet’s ship in exchange for his help in saving the galaxy, truly the galactic adventure opportunity of a lifetime. Boarding their ship Ratchet and Clank set off for Planet Novalis to save the world from Chairman Drek’s plans to...tear off a portion of the planet...to use to craft their own...planet. Wow.

A short trip up a sewage line reward Ratchet and Clank with the opportunity to save a plumber’s life, who exchanges an infobot for the currency he needs to leave Novalis. Following the path in the opposite direction, Ratchet and Clank meet with the Novalis chancellor, who gives them a courier ship for saving his life and his planet from the evil Chairman Drek. 

With those three videos set to release today, we simply await tomorrow’s entries in the series, we’ll see if I have the patience to write-up a blog entry every day for three different Let’s Plays, my guess is no.

[belasims]

A Few Assorted Replies

nornities answered your question “TS3: Question about CC Magic”

Sorry, I just installed it - and have no experience with it. But this is a very good question!

willky12 answered your question “TS3: Question about CC Magic”

Sorry, I don’t use it

That’s okay, thanks guys! I’ll keep asking around. :)

willky12 replied to your photoset

tell me you haven’t ‘defected’ *gasp*

Hehe, nope, don’t worry. ;)  I do like to play TS4 and post about it here and there, tho. Actually this particular photo set was sitting in my drafts for a while…figured I should just post it already lol. I’ve got a lot more Raine Over Me photos to sift through and queue. :)

lifeasasim replied to your photoset “Sherbet isn’t a fan, apparently.”

Poor lil mia. But…. I can’t stop ����������hehehhe

lifeasasim replied to your photoset “Mia aged up to a toddler! Eccentric, Slob Summer’s hair [ YES ]…”

Poor summer ��

Hehe, I knooow…I do feel bad for her, but at the same time…lololol. I don’t think she expected to have this many kids when she signed up her Sim Overlord made her do this challenge. ;)

[thewrongsorts--archive]

rules

Hey-o! You can call me Brigh. 25 years old, she/her pronouns, I exist in the EST/EDT timezone but I don’t keep a particularly “reasonable” schedule.

I don’t have a personal, but you can find some of my shenans and mun memes the my hub blog invelleity, which is also where this blog follows from. ( You absolutely don’t have to follow my main to interact here! )

general rules

All the usual shit you’d expect applies — No godmodding, yada yada yada. I also don’t take magic anons.

Don’t feel like you have to “match length.” I do usually prefer paras to one-liners or and novellas, but I understand that muse can come and go. As long as you’re giving me something to respond to, it’s all good.

A disclaimer: Mun doesn’t speak a lick of French, so anything in Fleur or Manon’s threads is cobbled together from quick research and Google Translate. I apologize.

Sometimes I post my own edits, art, and drabbles. I usually tag whether they’re “ok” to reblog or not, but if I’ve forgotten to tag it, it’s probably fine. Please don’t repost anything ( especially original art! ) without my permission.

selectivity & activity

This blog is mutuals-only, for the sake of my own sanity. If I can see our muses / writing styles “clicking,” I’ll probably follow back, but I try to keep my dash mostly limited to actual writing partners.

Blog is low-activity and I post mostly out of the queue — if a thread is still on my tracker, I haven’t forgotten it. I’m just slow as shit.

content

Mun is just too ace to write smut, but violence and language are usually fair game.

I don’t write rape or abuse, but I’m happy to engage with stories about recovery. ( Yes, ships between adult/underage muses are rape, and no, I’m not open to debate on that point. )

triggers & tags

I tag all the triggers I can think of, and I’m always happy to tag anything else as well — anon is on, if that helps.

Please let me know if there are any particular topics I should avoid in our threads and writing — I want you to be safe and happy, first and foremost!

I would appreciate if you would tag soulmate aus for me.

a note about death eaters

( cw for discussion of nazis )

The hellscape that is politics right now affects my life, a lot.

My writing on this blog tends to lean pretty heavily into Death Eaters as a Nazi analogue. Part of the reason I’m interested in and relate to and write almost-exclusively muses who are active in resisting them is because it helps me work through real-life feelings of hopelessness.

So, given all that — I’m very uncomfortable writing with Death Eater muses. Characters renouncing blood supremacy or defecting from being Death Eaters are the ONLY exception.

I realize not everyone is using Death Eaters as such a strict analogue, and that’s fine. I don’t begrudge people that — but I won’t follow Death Eater blogs, and if you’re a multi with some Death Eater muses, I’ll probably blacklist their character tags.

a note about mental health

I don’t write Alice in St. Mungo’s.

I do have an oc whose arcs and themes are often about mental illness and mental healthcare. Many of her symptoms are based on my own, and I do my research for the others. ( The big ones are depression and psychosis. )

Her threads will also sometimes hit on talk of institutionalization, which is a big part of her character. I do not  write her in that timeframe, but her later verses deal with the trauma and recovery process.

[marshallmanson]

Day 7-10: New Orleans Round-Up

On Monday, we drove down from Vicksburg to New Orleans. Avoiding the interstates meant we took in some of the prettiest parts of rural Mississippi and Louisiana. We also managed a super lunch at Cafe Boulee in Franklinton, LA.

By Monday afternoon, we had reached the Big Easy.

I hadn’t visited New Orleans since before big hurricane Katrina devastated the city in 2005. Despite my reading and research, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I found is a renewed city, reborn with new energy, and very much on the up.

New Orleans has always been one of America’s great food cities, with its magical fusion of global cuisines, lately influenced by new forces like Vietnamese and Honduran. We tried to strike a balance between the traditional and the intriguing, but the whole experience was just as outstanding as you might expect.

We started Monday at Commander’s Palace. A New Orleans institution, Commander’s Palace has managed to deliver consistent greatness for decades, in spite of suffering extensive damage in the 2005 hurricane. Our experience was no different. Chef Tony McPhail’s menu delivered interested twists on classics, elevating dishes and experimenting with new approaches. Its success was not unlike Sean Brock’s Husk — taking the best from traditional southern (or, in this case, cajun), and pushing further, using the best ingredients.

My starter was an intriguing Crawfish Gnocchi, which represents an innovative twist on cajun cooking. My main was uber-traditional crusted gulf fish. And dessert was a heart-warming, miraculous bread pudding soufflé.

On Tuesday, I took in the sites, visiting the WWII museum and walking the length of Magazine Street, home to New Orleans’ most interesting local shops.

Lunch was Po’Boys at Felix’s Oyster Bar, which was fine, if a poor substitute for Acme Oyster Company across the street, where we were defeated by the queue, and my friend’s need to get to the airport for his afternoon flight.

Dinner that night was at NOLA, Emeril Lagasse’s newly remodelled place in the French Quarter. Now,  can already see the eye-rolling, but I was a fan of Emeril way back when, and I’d heard good things about NOLA. It didn’t disappoint. Like Brock and McPhail, Emeril builds on tradition, keeping the most heartwarming, evocative bits, and pushing hard for big flavours. I enjoyed an intriguing pasta dish, and an outstanding tuna dish that amounted to a cajun twist on Salad Nicoise. After a week of rich souther food, it was just what I needed.

Wednesday, I started the day with iconic beignets, and then spent the morning walking them off. I found my way to the French Market, which was pretty disappointing, with the exception of a stall or two still hanging onto the old ways. Then I walked up Frenchmen Street, home of locals’ bars and great music venues. I felt like I had found the essence of New Orleans which once inhabited Bourbon Street, but had been pushed out by tourists looking for a cheap Hurricane.

Lunch was at the new-ish La Roche Marketing, in the Faubourg-Marginy District. Long a run-down area abutting the Quarter, Marginy is now fashionable, and rapidly gentrifying. La Roche Market is a small collection of food stalls in a reclaimed building on the edge of the neighbourhood. The stalls are full of interesting, young cooks doing fascinating things. I got in touch with my inner cajun Canadian by going for Crawfish Poutine at King Creole. It was fantastic. And I left wishing I had 5 or 6 stomachs so that I could have tried more.

Another long walk took me to Louis Armstrong Park and, eventually, back to the hotel for a rest.

I saved my final night in New Orleans for a trip down memory lane. It started with a Sazerac at the Carousel Bar, and continued with dinner at Galatoire’s, which I first visited on New Years Eve 1990 for one of the most memorable meals I’ve ever experienced. I arrived expecting to wait in line, but went straight in. After learning that my favourite waiter — who looked after me on my last visit about 15 years ago — had recently defected to Brennan’s, I was seated at a great table in the back, with a view of the whole restaurant. I was pleased that nothing had changed. Oysters Rockefeller were perfect. Lovely and warm. Nothing too overwhelming. Then came Red fish, smothered in a crawfish meunière sauce. Dessert was Pecan Pie.

A walk down Bourbon Street followed, and a cheeky cigar to celebrate the end of this segment of the trip. Today, it’s onto Biloxi, and the start of my journey along the Gulf Coast.

[killerwatts]

FAQ

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-At 5 pairs, EACH single person will get a discount of $25 off labor.

-At 10 pairs, EACH will get $50 off labor.

-At 15 Pairs, EACH will get 50% OFF THEIR RETROFIT BASE INSTALL ($75 dollar savings, each!!!)

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