#one on the right is like a more conventional way of handling shading

[lookingforcactus]

More Nynaeve, my beloved, ft. Art Styles Are Weird

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Mother Jones:

When a man with painful cystic acne came to dermatologist Eva Rawlings Parker for help in a Nashville clinic, she couldn’t prescribe him doxycycline or minocycline, two medications she’d typically use to treat this condition. This is because the man was a roofer, says Parker, and these medications would have impacted his ability to tolerate heat. 

Parker’s patient was far from alone. Other common medications for physical health, like beta blockers, can impact people’s ability to handle heat. Many medications for mental health do, too.

Conventional wisdom tells people with conditions that make them unusually vulnerable to the sun, like the autoimmune disorder lupus, or are on medications that lead to heat sensitivity, to avoid staying outside when the sun is at its strongest.

But for the one-third of US workers who must spend regular time outdoors, that advice bursts into flames. For some, such as farmworkers, hours and hours of heat exposure, with minimal or no reprieve, are just part of the job. Increasing heat waves and more frequent wildfires point to the need to find real solutions for outdoor workers—and highlight how labor and climate change are intertwined. 

Edward Flores, faculty director of the Community and Labor Center at the University of California, Merced, specializes in the conditions of low-wage and immigrant workers in California. He says the need for heat safety policy reform is acute. ���We know that workers have been dying,” Flores says, “because of chronic conditions that accumulate through heat stress over many years and decades that lead to shorter life spans.”

Parker, the dermatologist, is acutely aware of how heat can trigger or worsen skin problems. She is co-chair of the American Academy of Dermatology’s group on climate change and environmental issues, and was an author of a 2023 review on the ways climate change can contribute to dermatological issues, including triggering flares of conditions like hidradenitis suppurativa—which causes painful lumps deep in a person’s skin—and skin cancer.

Workers do have some legal rights to breaks and water, depending on the locale. California, Oregon, and Washington are the only states that mandate those breaks. And roughly half of crop farmworkers have no legal work authorization. That lack of legal status, and the threat of deportation, gives many workers reason to fear complaining about working conditions.

In July, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration proposed a new set of rules which would help protect more than 36 million workers from heat-related illness or death. The proposed OSHA rules would require employers to monitor their workers for heat exhaustion symptoms, provide adequate water and shade, designate break areas, and provide mandatory rest breaks, among other things. 

[mama-qwerty]

The Convention

Takes place in my Knuckles MacPherson au.

Something something, Cal is out of town for a convention, leaving Knux behind for Wade to look after. Something something, Knux and Wade decide with their shared brain cell to head out on a road trip and end up at the place where Callie’s convention is taking place. Not wanting to get caught, they’ve been trying to avoid her and keep a low profile, which, let’s face it, is impossible with these two.

Eventually, Cal’s bored and decides to call and check in on her boys.

~~~

Wade’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone screen. The picture he’d set for Callie’s number stared at him, a smiling redhead dropping one eye in a wink.

“Do not answer it,” Knuckles said, his eyes flicking from the screen to Wade. “She will know.”

“She’s not gonna know,” Wade said, but his chest tightened all the same. “How’s she gonna know?”

“She always knows.”

“Just relax, I’ll handle it.” He thumbed the green icon and brought the phone to his ear. “Hey, Cal!” His voice was too loud, too chipper. Knuckles groaned, facepalming. Wade swallowed. “H-how goes the convention?”

There was a beat of silence, and when Callie responded, a hint of suspicion edged her tone.

“Fine . . . is everything okay?”

“Okay? Sure is! Why wouldn’t things be okay? Psshh. I mean, I’m a grown man, right? I can watch over a kid for a few days while you’re out of town, right? Yeah, no problem! No problems at all! Don’t you worry!”

Sweat was starting to trickle down his back, and Knuckles peeked at him from behind his large mitt.

Shockingly, Callie wasn’t convinced. “Where’s Knuckles? Is he alright?”

Wade flicked his eyes to the echidna next to him. “Oh he’s fine! Never better! In fact, he’s right here, why don’t you talk to him?”

Knuckles’ eyes went wide and he shook his head, waving his hands back and forth in a “No, NO!” kinda way. Wade tapped the mute icon as he handed the phone to the teen.

“Just tell her everything’s fine!” Wade hissed in a loud whisper. “If she doesn’t hear from you she’ll think you’re lying dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“Have you lost your mind??” Knuckles responded in an equal tone. “I cannot talk to her, she will know something’s wrong!”

“Just keep it vague! We’re at your house watching a movie or something!”

Wade thrust the phone into Knuckles’ hand, and unmuted it before the echidna could respond. He gave the man a little snarl, before lifting it to his ear. “Hello.”

“Knux? Everything okay? Wade sounds pretty suspicious right now.”

Knuckles swallowed hard. “Everything is fine. We are . . .” He flicked his eyes up to Wade, who nodded and gave a thumbs up. “. . . watching a movie.”

“Oh? Whatcha watchin’?”

The echidna’s eyes went wide, and he looked around himself in a panic. Lying was not Knuckles’ strongest ability, and at this moment every movie he’d ever seen vanished from his mind. He looked at the booths surrounding them, advertising publishing companies and the various best-sellers they’d produced. His eyes landed on the nearest title, and he blurted it out in a too-loud voice.

“50 Shades of Gray!”

“WHAT?!”

Wade lunged for the phone, pulling it away so he could talk into the mic. “HA! He’s kidding, we’re not watching that, that’s ridiculous, I would never, ever show him anything like that, right Knux?” The echidna glared at him. “Seriously, Cal, we’re not watching that. I swear.”

Silence answered him, and the two stared at the seconds ticking away on the screen as the call continued.

“Hmm.” That simple hum just oozed suspicion. “What’s the weather like there?”

“It’s sunny!/raining!” Wade and Knuckles replied, their voices piling up. They both gasped, looking at each other as they each bit their lip.

More silence. “Hmm. 50 Shades of Gray, huh?”

Knuckles’ eyes went to the booth again, and a realization struck. He reached down and crushed Wade’s phone in his fist, bringing a cry from the deputy.

“HEY!”

“She is hunting us!” the echidna hissed, head on a swivel as he looked in all directions around them. “She knows we are here, and when she catches us, she will have our heads!”

“Oh,” Wade said, turning to scan their surroundings. “Oh, crap.”

“This is your fault!” Knuckles said, jabbing an angry fist toward him.

Wade gaped at him. “MY fault?? It was your idea to come here!”

“I am a child! You are the adult who is responsible for me! You should have denied my idea!”

“Oh, now you’re a ‘child’ who needs an adult and not the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy who needs no supervision??”

“It is a complicated duality, and I am still trying to work my way through it!”

“Hello, boys.”

They both gave a little shriek at the voice and jumped back, assuming defensive poses as their eyes went wide and hearts raced. Callie gave a little smirk, flicking her eyes back and forth between them.

“Who’s gonna explain?”

The two slowly relaxed, and exchanged a glance. They both briefly considered telling the truth, before throwing each other under the bus instead.

“IT WAS HIS IDEA!” they both yelled, pointing at the other. Upon realizing the blame had been flung straight back on their own head, they gasped, turning to each other and starting to argue.

Callie listened to them for a moment, the smirk changing to a smile as she rolled her eyes.

“Guys. GUYS!” They quieted and turned to her, identical looks of guilt on their faces. “If you wanted to come, you could have just asked.”

The shock they displayed was almost comical.

“You . . . you’re not mad?” Wade asked, doubt in his voice and face. “I mean, really? You’re not just acting all cool and calm because we’re in public and are going to hand us our butts when we’re alone?”

She shook her head. “Not mad. A little surprised you’d want to come all the way here for a publishing convention. They’re not exactly a whirlwind of excitement.”

“We were concerned,” Knuckles said as he stepped forward. “When you called that first night you were away, you sounded sad.”

Her smile softened. “I was just missing home. This is my first trip away since you came to me. The first trip I had someone to miss.” She looked at Wade. “And I kinda missed my Bear, too.”

Wade smiled. “Awww. No one’s ever missed me before.”

“It is our duty to protect you, and keep you safe,” Knuckles said, holding a fist to his chest. “We came to watch over you, and be here if you needed us.”

“Oh, my sweet ki’kone,” she said, going to a knee before him. She gave his muzzle a little caress, bringing a smile to his lips. “I would never turn down a chance to spend time with you.”

Behind him, Wade coughed into his fist. Loudly. Twice.

Callie cast him a raised eyebrow and little smirk. “Yes Wade, you too.”

The deputy smiled. “Heh, just making sure. So you’re really not mad?”

She shook her head, returning to her feet. “Nope. In fact, I’m glad you’re here. You can help keep me entertained. C’mon. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Yes!” Knuckles cried, lifting his arms in the air. “I have missed our shared feasts.”

“It’s only been like two days, Knux.”

“A day spent without those you love can feel like a lifetime,” the teen said, moving to walk next to her. “I have spent enough days alone. Come, Me’na. Let us find a meal fit for our reunion.”

“Oh, he’s good,” Wade muttered as they headed for the door. “The echidna’s got smooth lines.”

“Right? Kid can make anyone swoon.”

“It is a gift.”

Callie and Wade gave a little snicker as the three of them walked out, intent on finding a place to fill their bellies, and enjoy their time together.

[vilevileposting]

I am reading Homestuck for the first time (Weeks 8-10)

I'm too lazy and gay to make one single post a week. Anyway!

Andrew Jeremiah Hussie is eschewing the storytelling convention of cause and effect left and right and it's really testing my reading comprehension. I'm really really enjoying myself, even as I begin to compare other things in life to homestuck. My quality of life will never return to where it was pre-homestuck, but I feel more cultured. More alive. I really like Homestuck, I am a true believer, and that cannot be undone.

I am also 100% in the trolls now, they're here.

Week 8:

1579: musk slut

1582: Rose’s imps don’t seem shadowy at all, but it seems like that might just be what they’re made of. The other guys were tar, these guys are chalk and marble.

1592: Knight of Time! I had a feeling there might be an “of time” because of that linkedin post, but I wasn’t certain it’d apply to Dave. Obvious open question of what everyone else is “of.”

1595: I hope there wasn’t any lore in there because I didn’t read it

1599: Almost missed the ghost hand saving the bunny

1609: She looks a lot like the shadow queen and is being handed a crown. Sus!

1613: Ahhh but the light queen has a scar and missing arm.

1617: YOOOO

1621: I can see 12 pages into the future. mogs the camera

1626: Seer of Light! Interesting title for someone presumably asleep on the shadow planet.

1630: Scar, missing arm, much like Spades Slick AND the Light Queen!!! And, on double checking, the Shadow Queen. When the Light Queen un-prototyped herself, she lost the tentacles, jester hat, and scar, and gained an arm. It seems kinda like the scar+arm thing might be similar to whatever it is the kernelsprites do to their respective kingdoms, if not the same thing. Maybe Spades Slick jumps into a kernelsprite. Who knows! (Remembered later on that the harlequin doll that prototyped John’s sprite first had a fucked up eye and missing arm. Still weird that that happened to Spades Slick!)

1637: I’m remembering that ancient shot of the prototyped swordbird hovering over the remains of Cal. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!

1641: HEEEEELLL YEEAAAAAAAHHHHH

1651: That’s allowed!?

1655: 100% on the money, mwah

1663: Cutest shit ever

1669: I really like that Jasper’s secret was “Meow,” but also a genetic code? Aside from that I’m happy everyone’s +1 is still in play, chillin on everyone’s planet. No clue how John’s Dad got to the Land of Wind and Shade! It’s also interesting to see the genetic code on Rose’s walls, being coded as a MEOW, being the secret Jasper told her. Also interesting to pear with the fact everyone’s Pesterchum handles (with the exception of John’s current handle but not his old handle) is genetic code.

1674: I had a feeling reading this would clear up a few points I was stuck on, and I was right! Here, it’s clarified that Spades Slick is an alternate version of Jack Noir from the trolls’ session, who was exiled along the way. Same with Snowman being an alternate version of the Black Queen. It’s also pointed out to me that there’s a server/client relationship with the Exiles.

1736: Well I have an idea how that Sassacre time loop closes.

Q: Why might both the White King and Queen have abdicated just to aid PM in delivering Jade's package? Having seen its power in [S] Jack: Ascend, what do you think is inside the box?

A: They said from the start that light was fated to lose, so this might have been a “fuck it, let’s try it” moment.

Q: Why do you think gallowsCalibrator tricked John into getting killed by his denizen? Why do the trolls care so much about the kids?

A: It seems like at some point in some way the kids are going to fuck up the trolls’ game, but the trolls’ actions aren’t exactly completely revenge-oriented.

Q: What implications might Dave's future time powers have for their group? Why did Hussie refrain from showing us Dave's entry to the medium?

A: I’m sure Dave’s time powers will be used sparingly and keep the timeline very sane. Maybe Time Shit is the reason we didn’t see Dave enter the medium, but I mainly think it’ll be because something cool hatched from the egg.

Q: Why does Lil Cal have a dream self?

A: I’m not sure to what extent the dreams are dreams and you can manifest shit in them. Maybe Dave dreams of his brother’s puppet, maybe Cal is alive and is also asleep and dreaming.

Week 9:

1846: Homestuck predicted AI art, sad to discover Dave is an AI bro

1857: First mention of some outer gods type shit, hopefully not a consequence of those cool spooky needles.

1873: December 3rd is my birthday 😊

1884: BRO HE’S HUFFING THAT THING

1902: Man I’m curious about the relationship between everyone’s +1. It’s weird to me that John’s grandma was ectogooped and not his dad.

1905: Did Dave’s brother even make lil cal…

1915: COLONEL SASSACRE!?

1928: Halley has eyes and a smile and Bec has no eyes and a frown. I feel like we’re gonna see Bec get ecto-cloned in a manner similar to the mutant cat.

1929: Hehe, knew it was Jack

1939: So there’s a reason we don’t see it…

1943: Yooo john sheets

1961: YA LOST ME

1972: This is fucked lmao

1987: The Harley line are freaks FOR REAL

1988: This recap mentions the frog temple that would later root itself near Jade’s house, and I actually am thinking about that. The frog temple meteor is shown inside a crater on top of a flat, dark bottom. The frog temple on Earth is shown to be built on top of cooled lava flowing into a crater where a meteor landed. Further, the frog temple the exiles live in is right beside a huge hole where the volcano used to me. This might be another stable time loop thing. Maybe the meteor temple with bec and sburb crash lands beside the volcano, and then is sort of recreated? And then somehow that temple gets uprooted into being the meteor temple. This recap also seems to be the only way to know what happened on 1961 because on god there is no mention of a bunny and then the bunny just appears with no explanation

Q: How does the process of ectobiology work? Is Dave's bro really his brother, and are John and Jade's grandparents really their grandparents? Where does John's dad fit in with this?

A: Ectobioloy makes a clone of a thing using its paradoxified goop. I don’t think Dave’s bro is necessarily his dad though. In an even sampling, 50% mom and 50% bro, then Dave would have the same genetic relationship to his brother as one would with their dad. But the goop mixing wasn’t the same process of chromosome pairs doing their thing that guarantees a 50 50 split, it was just a mixture of goop. He could share 25% of his DNA with his brother, or any other percentage!

Q: How do all three bunnies that John receives relate to one another? Who do you think Jade's pen pal is?

First, Nicholas Cage returns the bunny to the props department of that movie, and from there it changes hands at various Hollywood auctions until somehow Dave is able to snatch it up. Dave sends it to John, who later fucks it up with oil and shit. John gives the fucked up bunny to baby rose, who repairs it later in life, and sends it to John. John gives the repaired bunny to baby Jade, who upgrades it with the help of her pen pal, none other than her own grandfather (going by how he talks and the time shenanigans in play). Jade then sends it back to John, but it’s intercepted by the plot.

Q: How was Bec created, and how might he become important to the plot?

He was made from the DNA of Halley and whatever genetic code was in Rose’s book. It’s probably fine! Probably doesn’t indicate anything that Jack Noir is most likely the one to have set it up.

Q: What are the implications of someone's dream self dying, as Jade's did in [S] Descend?

Probably means nothing happens when they dream, which means no more future vision. I hope Jade isn’t too upset about it, if I see her sad I WILL take it out on my surroundings.

Q: What does the reckoning do? What might it mean for the kids' session that theirs has started early? Do you think they're doomed to fail?

The reckoning seems to be what ends the game session by blowing up Skaia and the planets. The kids might be doomed to fail, cause anything goes in a webcomic, but I’d rather see them overcome.

Week 10:

1989: GREEN AND PINK MOONS!!! TROLL PLANET!!!

2011: Tentative favorite

2032: I wonder if the exiles mimic the tropes of the other planet. If this game is representative of typical entertainment, maybe the highly civic Earth exiles are based on Alternia’s entertainment, while Alternia’s exiles mimic a mafia webcomic on Earth.

2055: This is how I met Lexi

2062: Yo

2074: I feel the weight of millions of teenage brain chemistries forever altered.

2099: Shit I’d ban frogs too if they were always this cryptic.

2117: Can the paraplegic community please tell me if this is good representation so I know how to feel

2119: SAGITTARIUS BABYYYYYY!!!

2145: I know you, Vriska

2161: Competing for favorite. Also these fucking amateurs need a better roleplay format. All you need is third person and quotations!! Come on!!!

2164: TINKERBULL!!!!!!!

2178: Leo point

2179: Not feeling so hyped about Sagittarius anymore…..

2184: I meant to note earlier that the various roleplay accidents don’t seem to be the same accident, which I assumed they would be.

2188: Catgirl and Gamzee will be my co-favorites, no doubt putting me in line with virtually everybody else. These guys suck!

2190: Oh she’s *gotta* be dead

2191: dreamworks face at the camera

2195: dreamworks face at the camera

2222: Nightmare blunt rotation

2253: Oh yeah, it’s all comin together~

2280: My 9th ever note predicted how much of a freak Equius was going to be about this.

2282: He’s NICE with it!!!

2293: Man

2295: Why are they suits

2302: Man Troll Jack is just the realest

2311: Say…. This guy wasn’t ever a tumblr sexyman was he?

Q: Of the nine trolls introduced so far (plus one about to be introduced), who are your favorite? Who are your least favorite?

A: Gamzee and Nepeta are neck and neck. I identify strongly with Gamzee’s oppressively chill vibe and Nepeta’s animal autism. I would invite them both to my server. Conversely, I’ve been granted a powerful understanding of Vriska’s place in the culture. She’s done enough to be vehemently condemned, but there’s enough still there that I could see how some people latch on. Unlike Equius, who just sucks.

Q: What can you glean about Alternian society? Who is at the top of the hemospectrum, who is at the bottom, and where does Karkat fit into it?

A: Seems to be a spectrum with red at the bottom and purple at the top, and Karkat at the very rock bottom.

Q: ,,,wha+ wood 7our +7ping quirk be,,,?

A: Vile leans back on his throne, his eyes narrow, and his smirk wide. His answer occurred to him immediately, but he didn’t blurt it out. The windup before the punch. “A superior roleplay format,” he calls. “To show these amateurs how it’s done.”

Q: What catalyzed the cycle of revenge between Vriska and her former FLARP partners? What consequences has it had, and do you think it'll threaten the success of the trolls' Sgrub session?

A: Seems like Doc Scratch meddling is the catalyst, but I’d hesitate to say he’s the cause. He’s kinda right, he sort of just pointed Vriska in a direction. It’s gonna cause a lot of mistrust leading into the Sgrub game, which probably won’t have any consequences.

Q: Who is Doc Scratch, and who is his equivalent in the kids' universe? Why do you think he's meddling with the trolls?

The shit he’s doing to the trolls may be for the purpose of getting Lord English in play. It’s not lost on me that the space server that summons that demon is shaped like the last GameFAQs server sent by Rose. He seems equivalent to Bec, unless there’s more than one unique special genetic code lying around. And who’s the kids’ equivalent to Lord English? Ass pull: Jack Noir.

[esselbathfittings]

Top 10 Faucet Trends for Modern Bathrooms in 2024

Hello and welcome to the Essel Bath Fittings blog that will provide you with the best and newest trends in the bathroom. If you are interested in bathroom remodeling or enjoy following the trends, you are in the right place. This year, the focus is on faucet taps: brass, striking shapes, high-tech, and water-saving solutions. The following are the top 10 faucet trends that have hit the market in 2024.

1. Matte Black Finishes: Sultry and Eternal

Black matte remained the most popular faucet finish in the bathrooms in 2024. This finish gives a modern look to any bathroom and looks very good when combined with lighter shades of countertops and sinks. It is not only aesthetic — but also practical; it doesn’t show water spots and fingerprints as easily as high-gloss finishes. For instance, it can be clubbed with a white marble countertop or a rustic wood vanity. Stunning, right?

2. Brushed Brass: Luxe Look

For those who want to add a little touch of class, then brushed brass is the way to go. This warm golden shade is classy and versatile and fits perfectly into both contemporary and more conventional interior designs. Brushed brass sink faucets go well with the dark color schemes and natural textures, which give the bathroom a luxurious feel.

3. Waterfall Faucets: A Spa-Like Experience

Waterfall faucets are made to resemble the waterfall and hence, they will give your bathroom a natural look like in a spa. These faucets are ideal for those people who would like to introduce the feeling of calmness and leisure into their lives. Just think about the sound of running water, a waterfall, when you are washing your hands — the happiest moment, isn’t it?

4. Touchless Technology: Hygiene Meets Convenience

Automatic faucets are no longer a luxury item for public washrooms; they are the new trend of washrooms in many houses. These smart faucets have a touchless feature that allows them to be activated by a motion sensor and provides a clean way of turning the water on and off. Great for families with children, touchless faucets are a sanitary solution that will make your bathroom less germ-infested.

5. Minimalist Design: Less Is More

By 2024, the trend goes back to basics, and people are always told to keep things as simple as possible. Some of the trends that have been observed are the simplicity of the designs, faucets with little or no curves, and sharp edges. These faucets do not steal focus from the rest of the bathroom decor and can easily fit into a contemporary bathroom. In the case of wall-mount faucets or single-handle faucets, the minimalist design is especially suitable for people who love simplicity.

6. Sustainable Faucets: Eco-Friendly Choices

As sustainability becomes more significant in our day-to-day existence, green faucets are fashionable. These bathroom faucets are intended to save water while at the same time providing optimum performance. Choose models that have aerators that offer high water pressure while at the same time, consuming less water. It is an effective way of conserving water and thus reducing the costs of water bills.

7. Mixed Metal Finishes: Playful Contrast

Who said that one can’t have two finishes when one can? Sleek water faucets in two different metals are so popular today because they provide an element of fun to the bathroom. Imagine chrome combined with matte black or brushed nickel combined with polished gold. This trend enables one to combine the finishes in a way that makes every part look as if it was designed differently.

8. Industrial Style: Real and Unpolished

If you are into a more unconventional look, then industrial-style faucets are the best for you. Some of these faucets include exposed pipes, matt finishes, and simple functional styles. They can be used both as bathroom and kitchen faucets. It is best when used with concrete countertops or brick walls to truly bring out the industrial look.

10. Vintage-Inspired Designs: A Reference To The Past

Art Deco and art nouveau-inspired faucets give a new-age look to the bathrooms of the past. Just imagine cross handles, porcelain elements, and delicate carving that refer to some kind of Victorian style. If you are living in a period property, or if you just appreciate the aesthetics of traditional styles, these taps bring a lot of character into your bathroom.

Why Essel Bath Fittings?

At Essel Bath Fittings, we have always believed in providing innovative design solutions coupled with functionality. Our faucets are made with the best materials that will guarantee you quality and design that will stand the test of time. Whether you are planning an entire bathroom remodel or just changing a faucet, we offer a vast choice to meet everyone’s needs and price range.

Need Help Choosing?

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Final Thoughts

The trends of the faucets of the year 2024 are aimed at satisfying the needs and wants of different people. Today, bathroom design is not limited to just the bathroom itself but the faucets that are used are not just mere necessities but are also symbols of the personality of the owner.

Are you ready for these trends? To see more sink faucet designs and models, please, visit our website and choose the most suitable option for your bathroom.

We believe this blog post has provided you with all the information you need to enhance your bathroom with the current faucet styles. So, while choosing the perfect faucet, don’t forget that the perfect faucet is not only a functional object — it is a style statement that can make your day better. Happy renovating!

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Ink & Victory {LN4}

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Summary: After Lando's first win in Miami, his team manager Zak Brown gets a tattoo to commemorate the memory but Lando can't help but let the the artist doing Zak's tattoo catch his eye.

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The air in the Miami tattoo shop buzzed with energy, colors, and a palpable sense of creativity. Art adorned the walls, showcasing everything from intricate black-and-white designs to vibrant, splashy pieces. The hum of tattoo machines mixed with the sound of chatter and laughter, creating a symphony of its own. The walls were a riot of color, every inch covered with framed art, photos of happy customers, and the occasional trophy from tattoo conventions.

The vibrant atmosphere of the tattoo shop was infectious, and the sounds of buzzing machines mixed with music and laughter. As Zak and I walked further into the shop, we were greeted by a lively array of people—some in the midst of getting tattooed, others waiting and chatting animatedly.

As I stepped inside, the recent memory of my historic first F1 win in Miami still electrified my senses. It was the first Miami Grand Prix, and taking the top spot on the podium was surreal. The celebration seemed to follow me everywhere, even here, in this eclectic sanctuary of ink. I could still hear the roar of the crowd, feel the champagne spray, and see the sea of waving flags. 

Zak Brown, our team principal, was right behind me, his excitement matching my own. "This place is incredible," he said, looking around with wide eyes. "I can’t believe we’re actually doing this."

I grinned, feeling a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. "Neither can I. But hey, if there's ever a time to get a tattoo, it's after a win like that."

The shop's owner, a burly guy named Marco with sleeves of intricate tattoos, greeted us with a warm smile. "Welcome, gentlemen! Heard you had quite the race. Congratulations!"

Zak shook his hand enthusiastically. "Thanks, Marco! We're here to commemorate the occasion with some ink. Think you can help us out?"

Marco chuckled. "You're in the right place. Y/N's the best in the business. She'll take good care of you."

As we followed Marco to the back of the shop, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. This was going to be a day to remember, in more ways than one.

At that moment, Y/N approached us. Her presence was magnetic, drawing eyes from around the shop. Her feed-in braids framed her face perfectly, and her glowing brown skin seemed to catch the light just right. Traditional tattoos adorned her arms, each one a story in itself. Piercings accentuated her features—a septum ring, nostril studs, and a vertical labret. She exuded confidence and warmth.

"Hey there," she said, her voice smooth and welcoming. "I'm Y/N. I hear we’ve got a special project today."

"Hi, Y/N. I’m Lando, and this is Zak," I said, introducing us. "He’s the one getting the tattoo. Think you can handle it?"

She laughed, a rich, melodic sound that put everyone at ease. "I think I can manage. So, Zak, you ready for this?"

Zak took a deep breath, his excitement mingling with a touch of nervousness. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Great," Y/N said, leading us to her station. "Let’s get started. Any particular details you want for the design?"

Zak sat down and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his bicep. "Just the track layout, maybe with a little bit of shading to give it some depth. Keep it clean and sharp."

Y/N nodded, sketching out the design on transfer paper. "Got it. Let’s make this memorable."

As she worked, I found myself drawn to her skill and precision. "You’ve got a steady hand," I commented, watching her sketch. "How long have you been doing this?"

"About six years now," she replied, her eyes never leaving the paper. "Started right out of art school. It’s been a journey, but I love it."

"That's impressive," I said, genuinely admiring her work. "And your tattoos—are they all your designs?"

"Most of them," she said, glancing up briefly to show a hint of pride. "Some are collaborations with other artists. It’s a way to carry a piece of their creativity with me."

I nodded, appreciating her perspective. "That’s really cool. Maybe one day I’ll get a piece of your work too."

Y/N smiled, a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "Anytime, Lando. Anytime."

Zak took a deep breath, his excitement mingling with a touch of nervousness. "Alright, let’s do this."

"So, Zak," Y/N said, sketching out the design on transfer paper. "Why the Miami track? Besides the obvious reason, of course."

Zak glanced at me, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "This win was special. Not just because it was in Miami, but because of the journey it represents. The hard work, the setbacks, the triumphs. It all led to this moment. And I want to remember it forever."

Y/N nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That’s a beautiful reason. Alright, let’s make this memorable."

As she began the tattoo, I couldn’t resist teasing Zak a little more. "You sure you're ready for this, Zak? Maybe I should hold your hand."

Zak rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "I think I’ll be fine, Lando. But thanks for the offer. Just don’t distract her too much, Lando."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, Zak. I’ve got this."

As she worked, I couldn’t help but continue my playful banter with Y/N. "So, Y/N, what’s the most interesting tattoo you’ve ever done?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting mine. "That’s a tough one. I’ve done so many unique pieces. But one of my favorites was a full back piece of a phoenix rising from the ashes. It was symbolic for the client, and it turned out beautifully."

"Sounds incredible," I said, genuinely impressed. "You must have a lot of stories."

"Oh, definitely," she said, focusing back on Zak’s tattoo. "Every tattoo has a story. That’s what makes this job so fascinating."

Zak, trying to endure the discomfort, chimed in. "And what story will my tattoo tell?"

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "That you’re a dedicated team principal who isn’t afraid to commemorate a victory in style."

Zak laughed, despite the needle in his skin. "I like that."

I leaned closer, watching Y/N work. "You’ve got a steady hand," I commented. "It’s like watching an artist paint."

"Thanks, Lando," she said, not missing a beat. "It’s all about practice and passion."

As the session continued, I found myself more and more drawn to her, not just because of her skill but because of the way she carried herself. She was confident, talented, and had a way of making everyone around her feel at ease. I knew Zak was right—I needed to focus on the moment, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was just the beginning of something interesting.

As Y/N continued to work on Zak's tattoo, the atmosphere in the shop remained lively and vibrant. The buzz of the tattoo machine, mixed with the background chatter and music, created a unique ambiance. I kept up my playful banter with Y/N, enjoying the lighthearted conversation and her easy laughter.

"So, Y/N," I said, leaning casually against the counter, "if you weren't a tattoo artist, what do you think you'd be doing?"

She glanced up briefly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Probably something still in the arts. Maybe painting or graphic design. I've always loved creating things, whether it's on skin or canvas."

"That's awesome," I replied, genuinely interested. "I can't even draw a straight line. Guess I'll just have to stick to driving fast."

She laughed again, the sound melodic and infectious. "Well, you're pretty good at that, from what I've seen."

Zak, meanwhile, was starting to show signs of irritation. He was trying to endure the discomfort of the tattoo while also putting up with my relentless flirting. His grip on the armrest tightened, and he shot me a look that clearly said, "Enough already."

"Lando, maybe you should give it a rest," he said through gritted teeth, attempting to keep his tone light but failing to hide his frustration. "Some of us are trying to focus here."

I raised my hands in mock surrender, chuckling. "Alright, alright, I'll behave."

Y/N glanced between us, her smile a mix of amusement and sympathy. "Don't worry, Zak. We're almost done with the outline. Just hang in there a bit longer."

Zak nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just wish Lando would stop flirting for five minutes."

I couldn't help but laugh, but I dialed it back a notch, sensing Zak's patience was wearing thin. "I'll be good, promise."

Y/N gave me a reassuring smile. "He's right, though. I appreciate the company, but I do need to concentrate."

I nodded, feeling a bit sheepish. "Got it. Sorry, Zak."

As Y/N continued her work, I watched in silence for a while, admiring her skill and dedication. The way she handled the tattoo machine, her focus and precision—it was clear she was passionate about her craft. Zak's tattoo was coming together beautifully, the Miami track taking shape with intricate details and shading.

After a few minutes of quiet, Zak couldn't help but comment, his tone lighter now. "So, Y/N, do you get a lot of celebrities in here?"

She smiled, not taking her eyes off her work. "We get a fair share. Miami's a hotspot for all kinds of people. But I have to say, it's not every day I get to tattoo a Formula 1 team principal."

Zak chuckled, his tension easing a bit. "Well, I'm glad I could add to your collection of stories."

Y/N finished a section of the tattoo and wiped down Zak's arm, her touch gentle but efficient. "And what about you, Lando?" she asked, glancing up at me. "Do you have any tattoos?"

I shook my head, grinning. "Not yet. But who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to change that."

Zak groaned, rolling his eyes. "Here we go again."

Y/N laughed, clearly amused by our dynamic. "Well, if you ever decide to take the plunge, you know where to find me."

As Y/N continued working on Zak's tattoo, I found myself more fascinated by her with each passing minute. Her focus, her skill, her easy laughter—they all drew me in. Despite Zak's earlier irritation, I couldn't help but test the waters a bit more.

"So, Y/N," I said, leaning in just enough to catch her eye without distracting her, "if you had to choose a tattoo for me, what would it be?"

She glanced up briefly, her eyes meeting mine with a playful glint. "Oh, that's a tough one. Maybe something to do with racing. A checkered flag, perhaps? Or maybe a little steering wheel?"

I chuckled. "Not bad ideas. But what if I wanted something more… personal? Something that says more about me as a person, not just as a driver."

She paused, her expression thoughtful as she looked at me. "Well, in that case, I'd have to get to know you better. Tattoos should be personal, a reflection of who you are."

I smiled, intrigued. "Guess that means we need to spend more time together, then. You know, for research purposes."

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nice try, Lando. But seriously, it would help to know more about your interests outside of racing."

I nodded, leaning a bit closer. "Well, I'm a pretty open book. Ask me anything."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my persistence. "Alright, what's your favorite way to unwind after a race?"

"Honestly? I love a good movie night. Popcorn, comfy couch, maybe some friends over. Nothing too crazy."

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Sounds nice. Any favorite movies?"

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I’m a bit of a sci-fi geek. Love anything with a good story and some action. How about you? What's your go-to for a relaxing evening?"

"Probably painting or sketching," she said, her voice softening. "It's a good way to clear my mind and just lose myself in creativity."

I nodded, genuinely impressed. "That's amazing. I'd love to see some of your work sometime."

Y/N smiled, a hint of shyness creeping into her expression. "Maybe one day. But for now, let's focus on this masterpiece for Zak."

Zak, who had been quietly enduring the tattoo process, rolled his eyes again but this time with a hint of amusement. "Yeah, Lando. Let’s make sure my tattoo turns out perfect before you start planning art exhibits."

I chuckled, giving Zak a playful nudge. "Don't worry, Zak. I haven't forgotten about you."

As Y/N continued working, I found myself genuinely captivated by her. Her passion for her craft was evident, and her confidence was incredibly attractive. I decided to take another shot at getting to know her better.

"You know, Y/N," I said, my tone more sincere this time, "I think it's really cool how dedicated you are to your art. It's inspiring."

She looked up, her smile warm and genuine. "Thanks, Lando. That means a lot."

Before I could say more, Marco, the shop owner, walked by and overheard our conversation. "Lando, you better be careful," he said with a chuckle. "Y/N's got a lot of admirers around here."

I grinned, not missing a beat. "I can see why. But I'm not easily scared off."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, enough flirting. Let's get this tattoo finished so Zak can show it off."

I leaned back, still smiling. "You got it, Y/N. But don't think this conversation is over."

She gave me a knowing look, her eyes sparkling. "We'll see, Lando. We'll see."

As Y/N worked on Zak's tattoo, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way she moved, the way she focused. There was something magnetic about her, and I was determined to learn more.

Y/N's focus remained on Zak's bicep as she expertly maneuvered the tattoo machine, the buzz filling the air. Despite Zak's earlier attempts to endure the discomfort quietly, his patience finally wore thin as my flirtation with Y/N persisted.

"Can’t you just take her number and continue this conversation later?" Zak snapped, his voice tinged with exasperation.

I laughed, realizing I might have pushed things too far. "Alright, alright, point taken."

Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of amusement and mild concern. "It’s okay, Zak. We’re almost done. Lando, why don’t you grab us some water from the front? Give your friend a bit of a break."

I nodded, feeling a bit sheepish. "Sure thing. Be right back."

As I walked away, I heard Zak mutter under his breath, "Finally, some peace and quiet." Y/N let out a giggle at that.

Y/N continued her work in silence, her focus unwavering. I returned a few minutes later with water bottles, handing one to Zak and another to Y/N. "Here you go. Hydration is key, right?"

"Thanks, Lando," Y/N said, taking a sip before returning to her work. Zak nodded in appreciation, though his irritation hadn’t entirely faded.

"So, Y/N," Zak said, trying to steer the conversation back to something more neutral. "What’s the weirdest tattoo request you’ve ever gotten?"

Y/N laughed softly, pausing for a moment to think. "Oh, there have been quite a few. But one of the strangest was a guy who wanted a barcode tattooed on the back of his neck. He insisted it was for a scavenger hunt. I still don’t know if he was serious or just trying to mess with me."

Zak chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "That’s pretty bizarre. Did you do it?"

"Of course," she replied with a grin. "A client’s a client. Plus, it made for a great story."

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, the mood lightening once more. "That’s hilarious. People really do come up with the craziest ideas."

Y/N nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Absolutely. But that’s what makes this job so interesting. You never know what you’re going to get."

Zak glanced at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Maybe next time you can get something outrageous, Lando. How about a portrait of me on your arm?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "I think I'll pass on that one, Zak. But maybe a racing-themed tattoo. Something to commemorate the wins."

Y/N chimed in, her tone playful. "I think that sounds like a great idea. And I’d be honored to do it."

As the session continued, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Zak’s frustration had dissipated, and we found ourselves enjoying the moment once again. Y/N’s skill and professionalism were evident in every line and shade, and Zak’s tattoo was turning out beautifully.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and a blink, Y/N finished the tattoo. She wiped down Zak’s arm one last time, examining her work with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction. "All done. What do you think, Zak?"

Zak looked at the tattoo in the mirror, a wide smile spreading across his face. "It’s perfect, Y/N. Thank you."

"Glad you like it," she said, cleaning up her station. "Just take good care of it, and it’ll look great for years to come."

I clapped Zak on the back, grinning. "Looks awesome, Zak. You survived."

Zak rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Yeah, yeah. And you managed to keep your mouth shut for a few minutes. I’m proud of you."

Y/N laughed, packing away her tools. "You two are something else. But it was a pleasure working with you both."

The tattoo studio was bustling with activity when Zak proudly displayed his new ink to Marco and the other artists. His face lit up as he recounted the session with Y/N, describing the intricate details of the Miami track tattooed on his bicep.

Marco whistled appreciatively. "Looks like she did a stellar job, Zak. It’s clean and sharp."

Zak nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. She’s not just a talented artist, but she’s got this way about her, you know? Made the whole experience enjoyable."

Lando stood nearby, listening with a smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t resist a playful jab. "Sounds like someone’s got a crush."

Zak rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "Oh, please. I was just appreciating her skills."

Marco chuckled, clapping Zak on the shoulder. "Sure, sure. Just admit it, Zak. She’s got you under her spell."

Before Zak could retort, Lando leaned in, his voice light but deliberately audible. "Speaking of which, Y/N, mind if I borrow your number? You know, in case I need another tattoo or… coffee?"

Y/N, who had been cleaning her station nearby, giggled at the banter. She walked over with a playful glint in her eye, taking Lando’s phone from his hand. "Sure thing, Lando. Let’s make sure you have the right number."

Zak groaned dramatically, earning laughs from everyone in the room. "Oh, come on, you two. Can’t we just admire the tattoo without turning this into a dating show?"

Lando blushed slightly as Y/N entered her contact information into his phone. "Sorry, Zak. Couldn’t resist."

Y/N handed the phone back to Lando with a smile. "There you go. Now you have no excuse not to call me."

Lando grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks, Y/N. I’ll definitely be in touch."

With a final round of laughter and teasing, the atmosphere in the studio remained light and jovial.

As we stepped out of the shop, the Miami sun greeted us with its warm embrace. Zak admired his new tattoo, occasionally glancing at it with a mix of pride and satisfaction. I could tell he was genuinely happy with it, despite the minor frustration he endured.

"Alright, Lando," Zak said, breaking the silence as we walked to the car. "I have to admit, the tattoo looks great. But seriously, you need to work on your timing. Flirting with the tattoo artist while I'm getting inked? Not cool."

I laughed, raising my hands in mock surrender. "I know, I know. I got carried away. She's just... she's incredible, you know? Talented, confident, and funny. I couldn't help myself."

Zak shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "I get it, Lando. But there's a time and place for everything. When we're on the job, we need to stay focused. It’s all about professionalism and timing."

I nodded, feeling a bit more serious. "You're right, Zak. I’m sorry. I'll be more mindful in the future."

Zak's smile widened, and he gave me a friendly pat on the back. "Good. And for what it's worth, I think she likes you too. Just... take it slow. Don’t rush things."

We climbed into the car, the engine purring to life. As we drove back to the hotel, I couldn't help but replay the events of the day in my mind. Zak was right—there was a balance to be found between work and personal life, and I needed to be more conscious of that.

"By the way," Zak said, breaking the comfortable silence, "do you think you'll actually get a tattoo?"

I grinned, glancing at him. "Yeah, I think I might. Something racing-themed, maybe. To commemorate our wins, just like you."

Zak nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "That sounds like a great idea. Just make sure it's something meaningful to you."

As we arrived at the hotel, Zak turned to me, his expression more serious. "Lando, you're a talented driver and a great teammate. But part of being the best is knowing when to switch gears. There's a time for everything. Just remember that."

I nodded, appreciating his words. "Thanks, Zak. I will."

Later that evening, back at the hotel, we gathered with the rest of the team to celebrate our victory. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, cheers, and the clinking of glasses. Zak proudly showed off his new tattoo, earning nods of approval and admiration from everyone.

"Looks awesome, Zak," one of our engineers said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Perfect way to commemorate the win."

Zak grinned, flexing his bicep slightly. "Thanks. It was all thanks to Y/N’s skill."

I watched from a distance, feeling a sense of pride and camaraderie. The victory was more than just a win on the track—it was a testament to our hard work, dedication, and the bonds we shared as a team.

As the night wore on, I found myself glancing at my phone, thinking about Y/N. The way she laughed, her skill with the tattoo machine, the spark in her eyes when she talked about her work—it all replayed in my mind. 

Sure, let's add more flirting to the text exchange:

Finally, I took a deep breath and decided to text her.

Lando: Hey Y/N, it’s Lando. Just wanted to say thanks again for the amazing tattoo you did for Zak. He’s really happy with it.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a reply.

Y/N: Hey Lando! I’m glad he likes it. It was a fun project. 😊

Lando: You’ve got some serious talent. I was thinking… would you like to grab a coffee sometime? I’d love to hear more about your art and maybe talk about that tattoo for me. 😉

There was a pause, and then my phone buzzed again.

Y/N: I’d like that. How about tomorrow afternoon?

Lando: Sounds perfect. I have to admit, I’m a bit curious about the artist behind the magic. Plus, I promise not to be too much of a distraction this time. 😜

Y/N: Haha, no worries. I can handle distractions. 😉 Looking forward to it.

Lando: Me too. I’ll bring my charm and you bring your amazing stories. Deal? 😊

Y/N: Deal. See you tomorrow, Mr. Charming. 😊

I grinned at my phone, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

As I put my phone away, Zak walked over, a knowing smile on his face. "Texting Y/N, huh?"

I grinned, nodding. "Yeah. We're meeting for coffee tomorrow."

Zak clapped me on the back, laughing. "Good for you, Lando. Just remember—balance and timing."

The next day, Zak proudly showed off his new tattoo to the rest of the team and even posted a picture on social media, earning likes and comments from fans and fellow racers alike. The tattoo had already become a symbol of our triumph in Miami, and it felt like a new tradition was in the making.

Later in the afternoon, I met Y/N at a quaint coffee shop near the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything. She was already there, looking effortlessly beautiful, her smile lighting up the entire place as soon as she saw me. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.

"Hey there," I said, sliding into the seat across from her. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Of course, Lando," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "It's nice to see you outside the tattoo shop."

We ordered our coffees and began talking, the conversation flowing effortlessly. We shared stories about our lives, our passions, and our dreams. It was easy, comfortable, and filled with laughter. Every now and then, I would throw in a playful comment, enjoying the way her cheeks would flush ever so slightly.

"You know," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "I've been thinking about that phoenix tattoo you mentioned. It's kind of like you—a beautiful, fiery artist rising from the ashes."

She laughed, a melodic sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Oh, come on, Lando. Are you always this charming?"

"Only when I'm around someone worth charming," I replied with a wink.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Norris."

"Good to know," I said, grinning. "So, tell me more about what inspires your art. I’ve seen your work, and it’s incredible."

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion for art, her hands gesturing animatedly. "I get inspired by so many things—nature, emotions, stories from people’s lives. Every piece I create has a bit of a story behind it."

I watched her, completely captivated. "You make it sound so magical. I can see why Zak was so impressed with his tattoo."

She blushed slightly. "It’s always special when a piece resonates with someone. Speaking of which, do you have any stories you’re dying to get inked?"

"Well," I said, thinking for a moment, "I do have a lot of stories, but maybe we can talk about them over dinner sometime? I’d love to take you out and show you a bit of my world."

Her smile widened, and she nodded. "I'd like that. Dinner sounds perfect."

As we finished our coffees, I looked at her, feeling a genuine connection. "Y/N, I’m really glad we did this. I haven’t had this much fun in a while."

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Me too, Lando. It's been a great afternoon."

"You know," I said, my tone turning a bit more serious, "I was thinking, maybe we could do this again sometime?"

Her eyes met mine, and there was a spark of something more than just friendly interest. "I’d like that a lot. I think we could have a lot of fun together."

As we stood up to leave, I moved to give her a casual hug. To my surprise, she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. Instantly, I felt my cheeks heat up, and I knew I was blushing furiously.

She pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Oh my, Lando, are you blushing?" she teased, her tone playful.

I laughed, feeling a bit shy. "Maybe a little," I admitted. "It’s not every day I get kissed by a beautiful artist."

She laughed softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, I’m glad I could make your day a bit more special."

"You certainly did," I said, grinning despite my blush. "I can’t wait for our dinner."

"Me neither," she replied, giving me one last smile before we parted ways.

As I walked back to the hotel, the sound of the waves and the warmth of the Miami evening enveloped me. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held.

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Transform Your Space with Skylights: Lighting and Energy Efficiency

Skylights are a great addition to any home or office because you get natural light, a mood boost and energy savings all in one! In this article, which will help those who are thinking about installing a skylight, we will talk about all the advantages and types of skylights with a focus on skylight windows, skylight roofs, and skylight solar solutions.

The Magic of Skylights

A skylight is a versatile feature that can bring more light into a room and make it look much larger. They are particularly useful in areas that are not well lit such as attics, bathrooms, or any closed interior section. When installed appropriately, they offer natural lighting into your house, and you will not need to use electric lights, thereby saving your electricity bills.

Types of Skylights

Skylight Windows

The most popular there are skylight windows. They can either be fixed or operational. A fixed skylight window is one which is installed without any provision of opening it for purposes of ventilation. The reasons are that operable skylight windows can be opened for fresh air and for the purpose of ventilation since the moisture can be a problem in kitchens and bathrooms.

Manual and electrical operation is available for the operable skylight windows. The manual ones often come with a detachable pole or crank handle while the electric ones can be operated from a remote or even home automation, which gives them even more appeal. Also, there are models that have rain sensors which means that the skylight will close at the first instance of rainfall.

Skylight Roof

Fixed roof windows, also known as skylight roofs, are bulkier and can be installed right into the roof running. These allow for an extensive vision of the sky, and are most appropriate in areas that require a wide field of view, like the living space or loft. They can also be constructed to be opened allowing for natural light and at the same time offer adequate ventilation.   Several varieties of skylight roof are available, including flat roof skylights and domed skylights. Flat roof skylights can be more minimalist and are often frameless; large glazed lights that let in a significant amount of light. Domed skylights, for their part, are more conventional and are precisely built with consideration to aspects such as water and debris shedding, particularly for those regions that experience a lot of rainfall.   Skylight Solar

The skylight solar solutions are yet another approach incorporating natural light into building designs and saving energy at the same time. Integrated photovoltaic systems are solar-powered skylights that enable the solar panel to store sunlight to operate the opening and shutting procedures of the rooflights along with the blinds and shades if any. This kind of skylight is not only right but also ecological because it does not require much electrical power.   Solar skylights can also serve a dual purpose of helping to control temperatures within buildings. They can be used during summer by adjusting the blinds or the shades to minimize heat while in the winter, they can be opened to let in more heat and light. The use of these techniques for passive solar heating can greatly decrease heating and cooling expenses throughout the year.

Benefits of Installing Skylights

Enhanced Aesthetics Skylights are and additional feature when it comes architectural designs of a home. They are fundamental in design as they provide focus and can transform even the smallest of rooms into ones with a welcoming atmosphere. Natural light has a way of making all the colors of your interiors pop out and it also accentuates details that one may not easily see in artificial light. In addition, natural lighting opens a window to the space outside our home in a way that makes even the evenings a little more magical.   Energy Efficiency Since they allow natural lighting rather than using electrical lighting at night and allowing fresh air to circulate within the house, skylights can help you save on electricity costs. Solar skylights, for example, go a step further by being run by renewable solar power. Also, low-emissivity glass, low-E glazing provide the possibility of regulating the amount of heat that comes through the skylight and therefore have a better control over the climate of the room.   Improved Mood and Well-being Lighting is known to affect one’s mood, sleep quality and productivity in equal measure from experience and researches. Skylights provide more natural light, making the living environment far better for the occupants. Daylighting has a positive effect on human health by improving the circadian rhythm sleep/wake cycle, thus enhancing sleep and well-being. The health facelifts are also impressive: natural light can directly improve the manifestations of SAD and other forms of depression.   Optimised Ventilation and Air Quality

While in use, operable skylights can be very effective in improving ventilation compared to stagnant and congested air. If the skylight is opened, a chimney effect will be created since warm air rises and exits through the skylight while cool air from the windows or doors at the lower part of the house enters in. The following natural air flow can assist in minimizing utilization of air conditioning and enhancing IAQ.

Considerations for Installing Skylights

When planning to install skylights, there are a few key considerations to keep in mind:

Location In the case of installation of the skylights, the decision-making process on where to install them is vital. North-facing Velux windows offer diffuse natural light input during the day, while south-facing ones offer more direct; this may be beneficial in cold climates but potentially problematic in the hot ones due to overheating. Skylight on the east will allow admission of morning light, while on the west it will allow the late afternoon or evening light.   Size and Number This means that more of the skylights will admit more light and heat into the rooms than the number of skylights will admit. One or more large skylights or several smaller ones provide a striking aesthetic and admit far more light into a room at the cost of allowing more heat in during warm months as well as more heat out during cold months. The appearance of a building must however not be sacrificed for the importance of efficiency in terms of energy use.   Professional Installation To increase the durability of your skylight and stabilize its efficiency, installation is highly important. This way it is recommended that professional installers handle the skylights for a correct sealing and flashing of the units to prevent leakage among others. They can also help to guide you in the right placement and kind of light that best suits your need.   Conclusion Light tubes are a great addition to any home as they comes with many advantages and some of these are; increase in natural light, energy efficiency. Regardless of whether you choose the Skylight Windows, or the Skylight Roof or Skylight Solar, you are bound to enjoy the comfort, added by the aesthetics that comes with them.

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Get Creative! Transform Your Home Facade with These 6 Tips

When guests arrive at your door, they immediately see your home’s façade. It has a big effect on how people see your house overall and how they perceive it to be. Why not differentiate yours in light of this?

We’ve included six suggestions to assist you in artistically changing the front of your house.

1.  Bring on the Color

The use of vivid colors may quickly change the appearance of any house, giving an otherwise uninteresting façade some flair and personality.

Painting your door, windows, or walls a different shade can instantly bring life to your home’s exterior. You could even opt for custom facades with intricate patterns that will make your home the talk of the town!

Some people might be apprehensive about introducing too much color to their home facade, but you can make it count with the right combination. For instance, combining a bold accent wall with neutral shades can create a stunning visual that will turn heads.

Also, accent pieces like shutters or planters can do wonders if you’re looking for a low-risk way to add color to your home. Even minor details can significantly impact how your facade looks and feels.

2.  Invest in Quality Lighting

Nothing is more important than quality lighting when transforming your home facade. Installing the right kind of lighting fixtures can instantly add a touch of sophistication and modernity to your exterior.

Outdoor lights such as spotlights or wall sconces create a cozy, welcoming atmosphere that will make people want to enter your home.

Moreover, it’s essential to choose the right kind of bulbs for your outdoor lights. Since they use less energy and have a longer lifespan than conventional bulbs, LEDs are the best choice for this. You can easily pick a style that complements the overall design of your house because they are available in a wide range of sizes and forms.

From modern and contemporary to vintage and traditional designs, lighting fixtures can perfectly accent your home facade. Thus, good-quality lighting is a great way to transform your home’s exterior.

3.  Invest in Landscaping

Add a bit of greenery to your home’s facade with landscaping. Planting shrubs, trees, or flowers can bring life to an otherwise dull facade, making it look more inviting and attractive. You could also install planters around your windows or doorways to add texture and color.

Moreover, proper landscaping will improve your home’s energy efficiency by providing shade during the summer and insulation against cold winds during winter. Therefore, it not only looks fantastic but also has a useful purpose!

You may change your property’s exterior with landscaping without a large budget or sophisticated design. Even the smallest adjustments, like adding a few plants or putting flowers in window boxes, may significantly impact

4.  Update Your Doors and Windows

Updating your doors and windows is another great way to transform the look of your home facade. New, energy-efficient models can instantly make it look more modern and attractive. Replacing old windows with insulated ones will also improve your home’s energy efficiency!

Furthermore, changing out your front door for a more stylish one can also give your home a facelift. You could even paint the door and add decorative details such as handles or knockers to personalize it further. However, avoid picking out doors and windows that are too large or bulky.

Choosing ones that are in proportion to the size of your home will give it a more balanced and harmonious appearance.

5.  Add Outdoor Furniture

Once you’ve updated your windows and doors, why not add outdoor furniture to complete the look? Whether it’s a porch swing or a patio set, adding furniture to your home facade will create an inviting atmosphere and make it look cozier.

Plus, you can use outdoor furniture to add visual interest by incorporating different colors and textures. For example, a few lounge chairs with brightly colored pillows can create a beautiful contrast against the neutral colors of your home. You don’t need to invest in expensive outdoor furniture either. Stick to timeless pieces that will last years and never go out of style.

6.  Accessorize Your Home Facade

The last tip for transforming your home facade is to accessorize it! Installing decorative elements such as shutters, awnings, or window boxes can add character and charm to any home.

Additionally, hanging wall décors such as wreaths or garden art can give your exterior a personalized touch. Ensure that your selected decorations blend well with your home’s general design. Choosing items made of natural materials like wood or stone is a good idea if your house has a rustic design.

Final Thoughts

By The S3DA Design Firm outside of your home significantly impacts how it feels and looks overall. There are numerous methods to make your house facade unique, from painting to gardening. Use your imagination to differentiate your house from the others! You can make it count with a bit of imagination and work.

[oktobearfest]

disclaimer that i'll be posting spoilers under the read more.

so to preface i don't think this show is awful or the worst live action adaptation of an anime to exist. netflix cowboy bebop, death note and dragon ball evolution are WAY worse than netflix one piece. however i do find it to be slightly above mediocre and im surprised to see people touting this as the greatest adaptation ever created. it does a lot of things right but at the same time makes changes that are so baffling to me.

my biggest complaints are with characterization, writing and the way this show looks visually. out of the main straw hats, sanji got it the best. he acts the way the character should and his actor is great. luffy is fine too though i wish he was more rude and impulsive like he is in the manga. usopp does fucking NOTHING. its insane how little he does, even in the episode focused on his introduction. im sorry usopp fans but he was done very dirty here. zoro was stoic and acted like he hated being there. it was as if being with luffy annoyed the fuck out of him when thats not the case at all. out of all of them, zoro is the most ride or die for luffy and his dream to be the pirate king.

now with nami......jesus christ. she was done so badly that it gives me a migraine. her and arlong park were so bad that i was kind of shocked that oda was involved in this project. like why the everloving fuck was nami's relationships with nojiko and genzo removed? why does nami not stand up to arlong when that is a pivotal moment in arlong park and for her character growth due to one of her core character traits is being a manipulate coward? why was time taken away from developing the characters in arlong park to focus on a dumb as shit garp and koby plot line?????????? side note but the garp and koby scenes were stupid and added very little.

if this is how the straw hats are treated i am scared to death as to how they'll handle drum island and chopper.

as for the writing, it's cringe in a lot of parts and the ""humor"", if you can call it that sucks. reminds me of a bad MCU film. one piece is a comedy so im so surprised that this show is very unfunny. i also think the script writers need to do more "show, not tell". the characters keep telling you how other characters are but they show none of that. it comes across as lazy to me.

i mentioned this in earlier posts but i cannot stand how dark this show looks. there are SO many scenes that are so dark you cannot see what is going on at all. so many nighttime scenes that are just. darker than a black hole. i really think its because they want to hide the imperfect CGI, which tbh didn't look that bad to me. ive seen live action disney remakes that look worse. when scenes aren't dark as hell, they have that "mexico yellow" filter put over the footage or the color scheme is some shade of grey. i do NOT understand the people saying how this show has so much color and i'm like, where is it? can you show me where the color is? i will say that the sets look awesome, especially the going merry. i love me some practical effects. a lot of the costumes looked great too though certain ones like the military uniforms look like they're about to go to their nearest anime convention. thats an issue with all anime adaptations so that's not a knock on one piece specifically.

overall i think if you're a one piece fan and you're curious, i would check this out. don't expect anything amazing and you'll think it's fine for what it is. its a rushed version of the east blue saga. i would love to hear what people who have never read the manga/seen the anime before think about this show. i've been seeing a lot of discourse about how it's unfair to review this show as an adaptation and im like, why? its being promoted as an adaptation and is using the one piece name to advertise itself. i will 100% criticize it as an adaptation of one of the best manga ever created. if anyone has seen it without knowing a single thing about OP, i'd love to hear your thoughts.

if this gets a season 2, i would be interested to see how they do it. i will scream, cry and throw up if chopper is made of shitty CGI :')

i finished the netflix one piece live action adaptation and oh man...will collect my thoughts and post them here soon-ish

[atinydragon]

Echoing Whispers Part 1

Oooooooh boy here this is. Hope you enjoy! Summary: A fairy hive desperate for money, agrees to to ‘sell’ one of it’s members who will be able to escape. Unbeknownst to them, he never intends to return after escaping. Unknown to any of them, his escape won’t be as easy as they thought.

Edit: old version

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/atinydragon/696559479630741504/echoing-whispers-part-2?source=share Word count: 2k

Content Warnings: selling people, treating people as objects, implied animal abuse and death, mouth horror, grabbing, man-handling (kinda), and cages.

Echo regretted his decision to ride in the cage.

It had seemed like a smart choice back at the house. After all, it was where he was supposed to end up. Why wouldn't he just ride in it? It would be a bit silly not to honestly

Except this did not take into account that the puppets were made to have realistic body movements. And that the cage would be attached at the hip.

This meant that as the puppet's legs moved, the cage would be jostled about. It would happen as the thigh swung forward, as the foot hit the ground, and again as the other leg went through its motions.

And Echo was along for the ride with every movement.

He gripped the cold iron bars and braced himself against the smooth floor as best he could. At the very least he was able to keep his back from touching the bars. While he might not have wings that could be burnt against the metal, the little nubs on his back were still sensitive to it.

It was also shockingly dark under the puppet's cloak. Echo could hardly see the outline of the bars. If he lost his grip he might not find it again and spent the rest of the trip sliding around the cage floor.

Which would not be great.

Thankfully the trip wasn't much longer. Soon the puppet paused for a moment, and a long creak signaled their arrival. Though the reprieve didn't last long as the puppet opened the door and walked inside.

"Please stop walking soon" thought Echo as he nearly lost his grip.

Finally the puppet, presumably, reached the counter. A voice came out of the puppet.

Even with the magic altering it, Echo recognized Leaf's voice. He felt a twinge of guilt. This was going to be the last time he heard it after all.

Leaf talked with the store owner for a couple minutes. Then the puppet's hand came for the cage.

Carefully the puppet unclasped the cage and pulled it out of the cloak.

Echo blinked as his eyes adjusted to the brighter light. He was set down on a wooden counter right in front of a bored looking human.

The human leaned forward to scrutinize the tiny fairy.

Echo leaned away as much as he could. This was going to be the worst part.

"It doesn't have wings." said the human.

"Correct." said Leaf. "But it is still a living fairy."

The human absentmindedly scratched their neck "It is... but what good is it if it can't make fairy dust?"

Echo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The human's eyes had nearly fallen out when he saw the fairy. No way did the smuggler not know of the uses of fairy magic outside of their dust.

Eventually Leaf wore down the human's hard to get charade. Then came the haggling.

Instead of paying attention to that nonsense, Echo looked around the room. Most of his view was blocked by the two giant figures right by him but he could still see a bit.

It wasn't as run down as he had been expecting. There wasn't the huge piles of dirt, or mouse holes, or sad animals chained up in the corners. It was pretty plain actually. Everything was some shade of brown but relatively clean. There was even of vase of colorful flowers on the other end of the counter.

While Echo was glad to not have to witness the terrible conditions just yet, it was a bit disappointing. The cleanliness and generally lack of clutter would not help in his escape. And some mouse holes would have been really convent. But at least the flowers would hopefully mean there would be more plants than anticipated. He could have fun with that.

Finally the two giants exchanged a heavy coin bag. The deal had been made.

"Well than." said Leaf "It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Echo couldn't help but look over his shoulder as the puppet walked out of the store. Guilt gnawed on his spine. He knew that he was never going to see Leaf again. But Leaf didn't know that and would never really be able to say goodbye.

Suddenly the cage was grabbed roughly and Echo was barely able to hang on. He was raised up and up until he was level with the human's face.

The human stared at the fairy, clearly scrutinizing the smaller person.

Echo gritted his teeth. He really really wanted to flip this guy off or do anything. But he also wanted to be left alone as soon as possible. Then he could slip through the bars and be off to freedom. Hopefully that wouldn't tip this human off to the fact that iron only affects fairy wings.

Regardless, making the giant mad would only prolong this dreadful experience. So Echo would have to keep his cool somehow.

"Sal! Get in here!" yelled the human abruptly.

"Do not cuss him out." thought Echo as he clamped his hands over his ears. "Do not tell him to shut his fat mouth."

After some more unnecessary yelling, Sal appeared. "Yeah boss?"

The human, Boss apparently, handed over Echo's cage to Sal. "Take this to the back."

Sal also decided to inspect the fairy. "Really? It has no wings, why'd you buy it?"

Oh boy, Echo was really excelling at self control today. He was only glaring the human's soul away. There had better be a blueberry bush nearby because he certainly deserved a reward.

Boss shrugged "What does it matter, it still has magic don't it?"

"You're right." With that Sal turned and went back through the door he came from.

Past the doors was a large room filled with cages.

Echo looked down at his own cage's floor. He really didn't want to see all the creatures being cruelly kept here. There was no way he'd be able to stand looking into their eyes and not freeing them. But he couldn't. It was too risky and he had no way to get them back to their homes. So he had to keep looking down. Bad enough that he had to hear them...

It was really quiet actually. No whines or growls or even the clicking of claws on metal. In fact it was almost completely silent, save for the sound of the human's shoes.

Unable to stop himself, Echo looked up around the room.

The cages were empty.

All of the cages were empty.

Some of them had their doors shut and were cleaned to were you almost couldn't tell they had been occupied. Others doors hanged open, with bits of fur or feathers or droppings still left in them. But every last cage in the room was empty.

A cold icy dread crept over Echo's bones. This made no sense. Theses humans were known to have a large collection of magical creatures. That was how the hive had found them. So where was their collection?

Echo shook his head. He was panicking for no reason. So what that literally every cage was empty? Surely they just had a couple big sales recently?

Right?

Sal finally crossed the room, arriving at another door. He opened it.

Inside was a very dark room that's only light was what trickled through a small window slit and what came from the bigger room. It was empty except for a large cage and the odd equipment next to it.

Echo recognized the equipment. It was very similar to how the hive powered the puppets. There was a large barrel connected to a black metal box on top of a table. Inscribed on the box were various runes that would translate collected magic into the desired form. These seemed to be making it into a liquid and then depositing it into the barrel.

There were more tubes going from the box to the cage.

That was when Echo finally realized that the smugglers did have one occupied cage.

Curled up inside was a demon of sorts. They were alarmingly thin, with nothing but rags on. And a thick metal caller that the tubes from the box were connected to.

"Ah. That's why." Echo thought as the cold came back "Instead of having to take care of a bunch of animals they just suck the life out of them. And then sell it." He was going to be sick. Maybe he'd still have a chance of escape. Though Echo wasn't sure if he could be happy about it, as it was going to come at the expense of this person getting killed.

Did he dare to get them both out?

Before Echo could even try to think of a plan, there was a loud click as the lock to his cage had been unlocked.

Suddenly Echo's vision was filled with the human's hand. He couldn't even squirm before it was wrapped around him.

Sal roughly pulled the fairy out of the cage. He seemed to be aware of the fairy's urge to bite him, as he quickly dropped Echo into the larger cage. Not even bothering to open the door, just shove his hand through the bars and let go.

Echo tumbled to the ground. It hadn't been a high fall at least.

The demon shrunk back away from the noise, their tail curling around them. It was an odd tail for a demon, thicker and it didn't have the usual spike at the end.

A slam sounded through the tiny room, making Echo and the demon jump. Sal had left them alone.

"Okay" thought Echo "now time to..." he turned towards the bars. While the thick bars were spaced far enough that he could have easily walked through them, wooden planks twice his height had been attached to them. "...escape."

This was fine. Totally fine.

There was a shuffling behind Echo.

He turned backs towards the demon.

The demon had uncurled themself slightly. Despite the fact that there was less light now, Echo noticed more... odd things about the demon.

Like that they had scales. Echo was pretty sure that demons didn't have scales. And then he noticed the wings. They were hard to spot in the darkness, but they were there folded tightly against the 'demon's' back. Demons definitely did not have wings.

Echo reflexively stepped back. There was no way. It couldn't be right? Those things live so far away and are imposable to see let alone capture.

The creature leaned forward, an arm outstretching.

"Shit!" Echo turned and slammed his hands on the planks. He poured magic into them, hoping something would grow.

But nothing did. The planks were long dead.

He looked down, he could feel seeds nestled deep under ground. But the cage's floor was metal. There was no way they would be strong enough to pierce it.

He had stood still for too long.

A hand wrapped around his waist.

Echo jolted and tried to struggle. But the thin fingers held him easily, and they raised him up and turned him around to face the creature. The creature's white eyes were focused on the fairy in their grasp. They started opening their mouth. It was wide. Way too wide. And so many teeth lining it.

And it confirmed Echo's fears.

This was a soul-eater. A magic eater. A Drake.

"No no NO NO" Echo kicked his legs around and squirmed. He was going to have the life drained out of him and then chewed up. And his magic wasn't even going to go to the Drake it was going to go to those stupid bastards.

The Drake paused. Their mouth closing slightly.

Echo was still panicking. His mind finally found something other than mindless failing to focus on. Echo bit down on the Drake's finger. His tiny sharp teeth managed to find their way past the scales.

The Drake screeched, and they let go of Echo.

For a few moments Echo felt like he was floating.

And then he hit the ground. 

His back took the brunt of the fall, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Whenever Echo read about a character losing their breath it was a quick affair. They got hit, they wheezed, and then they were back at it.

That was not what loosing your breath was like.

Echo tried to breath in, but no air filled his lungs. It was like a thick cloth was in front of his mouth blocking all the air. He couldn't move. He couldn't even tell if he really was trying to breath or if he was just laying there. Or even feel how empty his lungs were.

All he could do was stare at the ceiling.

And he couldn't do anything about the hand slowly approaching him again.

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@gtinthepot 

[writingquestionsanswered]

Tattoo Shop AU - a quick, practical guide for writers

Guest Post by lebanon-hangover

lebanon-hangover said: this is based on my personal experience with the industry only, so depending on the era and country you are portraying, it may not be 100% accurate for your setting.

Hygiene

It may not be obvious at first glance, but most tattooists are clean freaks. We work with human blood every day, and we get clients from all ages, ethnic and social economic backgrounds, with all sorts of medical conditions.

We usually mop frequently, bleach the sinks, wipe down everything, and use cling film or bags to wrap everything. I mean fucking everything. We also scrub in, and sanitise the area on the person we work on.

Needles are collected in a sharps bin, and handled very carefully. Medical waste goes in yellow bags, and both are collected by a professional service.

Used ink caps may look full, but the ink gets diluted by blood. Like you dip the inky needle into the person, but you also dip the person’s blood into your ink. These are medical waste too.

Cleaning up must be done promptly after the session. Bin everything disposable, put things through the ultrasonic and the autoclave, and sanitise the area. We may take machines apart, but more for maintenance than cleaning, sometimes we swap parts in them too.

We have two sinks, one for hand washing, one for cleaning.

All inks and needles have use by dates.

The internal dynamics of a studio

Depending on the country, some tattoo shops tend to have ties to biker gangs, and some of those internal dynamics and unwritten rules are often present.

There’s a pecking order and it’s dead serious. Basically the longer you’ve been in a shop, the higher ‘rank’ you are, you get the better positioned stations, first pick of walk-ins, etc (Unless the client is asking for someone by name). Regardless of your actual experience in the industry, like if you move into your old apprentice’s shop, they are still senior to you. If the owner or their partner is an artist, obviously they are on top of the chain by default.

We are self employed, but we have a boss. You are only making money if you are working, but you still have set work hours.

We get paid by the clients, and we pay the studio a cut. In return, there are some items provided by them, and some we buy for ourselves. Usually the chairs, tattoo beds, gloves, cleaning products, clip cord covers, masks, aprons, ink caps, vaseline, green soap, and some basic ink is provided by the shop. We buy our own machines, arm rests, stations, pedals, power supplies, clipcords, tips and grips, needles, special colours, stencil fluid…these are a personal preference, and often depend on the artists’ style.

We totally ask to try out each other’s equipment sometimes, or ask for a certain type of needle if we ran out.

The receptionist is usually just one of us, maybe a piercer, but it also can be a hired person in top studios.

The apprentice in the traditional system is often mistreated, and they have to pay for their education, have to be there multiple days a week and don’t make any money. It’s kind of like a tear them down, build them back up again thing to see if they are really serious about the job. Times are slowly changing, but 99% of them will always need a second job. Most of them are working as bar staff.

When you open a new studio, you must visit all the existing local ones and introduce yourself, otherwise you may get a brick through the window. Otherwise there’s not much beef among individual artists, they are often friends, go to conventions together and party after, etc.

The Artists

Tattooing is a fairly physical job, stretching skin is very important. We have to also keep our clients safely still, so we often use positions to pin them down a bit. Sometimes you hit a reflex point on the foot or under a knee, and you don’t want to get kicked. Sometimes you have to pull away super fast, cos they are sneezing, yawning or giggling.

Most tattooists drink a lot of coffee, tea or energy drinks.

Some people are all rounders, some have specific styles, but we recognise each other’s art styles. Sometimes we delegate work to each other, if we think our coworkers style fits the concept better. For example if there’s a person who does script well, we give them those projects.

We don’t like when people come in with designs from other artists. Art theft is frowned upon, and we work best with our own drawings.

Most apprentices practice on their own legs, and sometimes we tattoo each other when it’s quiet. Most people have cover ups, or bad pieces from their early days. The artists’ own tattoos sometimes are in a different style than what they do, but we like to collect ink from friends or colleagues we admire.

In the first 1-2 years one is an apprentice, then junior artist. At 5-8 years of tattooing, you have earned your stripes and are considered an experienced artist.

Conventions are really fun, but can be stressful. You can make good money working at one, and sometimes get awarded for it too. We can also spend a lot at a convention.

Sometimes we poke our fingers by accident, and it’s a scary thing. Good case scenario is just some random dots on your fingers. Let’s not go into the bad case scenario.

We do guest spots sometimes, just to meet new clients, and change it up a bit.

We spend a lot of time drawing up things, and designs are meant to fall on specific muscles, stretch with the skin a certain way, so they are tailored to the body proportions of the client. A good tattoo is also an optical illusion, complimenting the body shape.

Social media presence is like a second job, you need good photos, and you need to market yourself.

Tattoo ink does not wash out, so some stains are inevitable when pouring it out. Those ink bottles get stuck so easily, and we wrestle them a lot. We try to avoid it, but wearing all dark colours is a thing for a reason.

The Clients

Tattooists need to have a good ‘bedside manners’ too. We get nervous or self conscious people, and we are told personal things during long sessions. For example scar coverups and memorial pieces can be very emotional.

We have pretty good poker faces and first aid trainings. People can faint, get shaky, throw up, some have seizures, have b.o., get sweaty, etc the same way as at a blood donation event? It’s no big deal really. We sit them down, give them some water and some sugar, and re-book them if necessary. Most artists keep some wet wipes, mouth wash, deodorant, sweets, maybe even some clean clothes at work, just in case.

If someone comes in with a wild idea for a jobstopper, we would sit down and have a long talk. If they haven’t got many tattoos, we usually try to stir them towards more safe choices, offering them creative ideas. It’s like those jedi mind tricks sometimes.

If someone is undecided, we show them our own hand drawn flash sheets. Once its gone, its gone tho, we don’t use the designs twice.

Pinterest is full of photoshopped fake tattoos, some that won’t even work as real ink. Many people also touch up their work digitally on photos, so some clients have really unrealistic expectations.

We can totally tell if someone is intoxicated or hangover. It thins the blood, and they bleed out the ink, and it’s super annoying. if it’s bad, they will be sent home and rebooked.

Some folks are self conscious about body hair, their size, stretch marks and scars. Chances are, we have seen similar, and we aren’t bothered by it, because it’s work. Surgery scars, scars from accidents, self harm scars, burns, we see it all the time. We shave some really hairy dudes all the time girl, your legs are fine. Seriously. If something makes tattooing you dangerous we will tell you.

Fit, muscular people are harder to tattoo because they are really firm. Its a workout for us.

Everyone gets midnight messages about the aftercare from nervous clients, and drunken booty calls about getting inked right at this second. We have copy paste replies…

We get creeps sometimes. Stalking, weird conversations, tmi info dumps etc.

Other things to include (for fun, or for plot reasons)

We sometimes have those “oh fuck” moments. We all do, but mistakes can be fixed, and we play it cool.

Tattooing takes time. Usually 30 minutes to multiple sessions though years and years.

Healing tattoos takes about 2-4ish weeks, and your characters shouldn’t go roll around in dirt, sunbathe, swim, pick at the scabs. Nasty infections, and messed up tattoos would be the results.

If you have a strong immune system, and you get a lot of work done in one sitting, you may get a brief bit of a temperature. It’s normal, and will go away.

Its a lot easier to get seriously drunk after getting a tattoo. Be careful.

We sometimes draw on each other for practice with our marker pens.

Tattoos are inside the skin, not on top of it. Imagine a low opacity, skin toned layer over the ink, adding to the healed tattoos’ colour. Please stop making your characters skin fully transparent.

Heavy blackwork and palms are done in multiple sessions.

You can’t cover up moles, because if they develop skin cancer, the dermatologist can’t see the signs.

There’s a stereotype about piercers having blacked out sleeves.

Stencil fluid looks just like cum.

You get that annoying itch on your face when you scrubbed in, put on gloves and finally ready to go.

Some artists have a strong preference for coil or rotary machines, and they bicker about it a lot. Coils are louder, more punchy, and more traditional, perfect for lineart. They can be customised, and they last forever. They are also called glorified doorbells by people who prefer rotaries. Rotary machines are smoother, lighter, and often use needles that are pulled back into the cartridges for safety. They are better for shading and delicate line work. Older tattooists often say they are dildo or butt plug shaped, overly delicate and are for “soft millennials” only.

Every artist owns like 5 to 20 machines, and they have specific machine builders they are loyal to.

The “which cable is broken and cutting out” guessing game. Clip cords and pedal cables get worn out easily, and that results in your machine running really jerky.

Walk-in always show up 10 minutes before closing.

We often look quite silly at work. Sleeves rolled up, folks use all sorts of plastic ppe, headlamps, and we tie up our hair. Add couple of purple smears from carbon paper, and we aren’t scary at all.

[itsstrange]

Coffee Run & Green Eyes

Series: Spark Between Us

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)

A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!

But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!

Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚

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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊

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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.

“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,

Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”

“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”

Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.

“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,

Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”

With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.

That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.

Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.

Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.

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8:45 am

“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,

The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.

“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,

No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.

“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”

It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.

“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,

“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,

Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.

Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.

After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.

“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,

Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?

She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.

“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,

He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”

Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”

The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.

“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,

As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.

That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.

“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,

Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.

Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.

“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,

Again.

“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”

Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”

He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”

Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.

“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,

With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.

“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,

“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,

Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.

“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,

“No kidding?”

She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”

He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”

Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.

“More like college. My last year,”

“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,

But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.

“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,

It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.

Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.

“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,

This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.

“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”

“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,

“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”

“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,

Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.

She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”

He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.

“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,

He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.

Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.

Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.

PART 2

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this first part of the series!! Stay tuned for random updates for ‘Spark Between Us’ I won’t give an announcement on when I’ll update it so keep your eyes peeled on it!!

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[feigeroman]

Thomas Headcanons: Rebecca

In my headcanon, Rebecca is BR #34073, 249 Squadron, which in real life was left at Barry Scrapyard for about twenty years. It was later purchased for preservation in 1988, but to this day has yet to be restored (in fact, it’s been used as a source of spare parts for a couple of other Battle of Britain engines). I normally wouldn’t have chosen an engine that was already preserved, but as the real life 249 Squadron remains a kit of parts, I figured it couldn’t hurt to bend history a little.

It wasn’t until long after I decided this that I discovered that someone on the ERS team clearly had the same idea, as their character Squaddie is based on this exact engine as well. I promise the similarity was accidental on my part, but I think my version of Rebecca is different enough for me to get away with it.

Anyway, this means that Rebecca originally entered service in May 1948, and so is technically a BR engine. Her working life wasn’t terribly eventful, with only the occasional moment of drama to break the monotony. One of these moments came in 1952, when she was selected to take part in trials to compare the performances of the Light Pacifics, the Merchant Navies, and the then-new Britannia locomotives. History does not state who had the most success, but Rebecca’s way with words certainly helped brighten the sour moods of the losing engines!

Another moment of drama occurred a couple of years later when Rebecca unexpectedly caught fire. This was one of the more serious issues with her design, caused by a mixture of coal dust, ash and oil saturating her boiler lagging, Fortunately, this only happened to Rebecca once, but even that was once too often.

As built, the Light Pacifics had numerous problems stemming from their unique design, and so in the late 1950s, many of them were rebuilt along more conventional lines. Rebecca had long felt insecure about many of her problems - particularly her increased tendency to wheelslip - and hoped that she might be rebuilt too. Sadly, the rebuilding programme was cut short by the onset of Modernization, and so Rebecca retained her original shape until her withdrawal from BR service in 1964.

At this point, Rebecca’s story pretty much exactly parallels that of her real-life counterpart: After being withdrawn in 1964, she was moved to Barry Scrapyard, and ended up staying there for about twenty years, before being saved by a preservation group based in Brighton. However, I’ve backdated the latter event to 1985, to allow time for her lengthy restoration, prior to arriving on Sodor in 1989.

The Brighton group originally intended to restore and operate Rebecca themselves, but within two years, they’d realized the job was bigger than they could manage - or indeed afford - and they appealed for any outside help they could get. They eventually accepted an offer from the NWR, who agreed to undertake the restoration on the condition that Rebecca was allowed to work for them.

However, Rebecca’s restoration wasn’t carried out at Crovan’s Gate, as they were working at full capacity at the time, and didn’t have any room to spare. Instead, she was restored on the premises of the then-new heritage centre Steamtown in Carnforth, a stone’s throw from Sodor. As a result, the job ended up taking just under two years - a good chunk of which was spent arguing over what livery she should be painted in...

Some believed she should be painted in an imitation of the Southern's malachite green livery, but others argued that as she was built by BR, such a livery would be inauthentic. They instead pushed for one of the many BR liveries worn by the Light Pacifics, while further others made the case for one of the NWR's own house colours.

Eventually, the question was put forward to Rebecca herself, and she surprised everyone when she asked to be painted yellow. Officially, this was because her namesake squadron had been known as the Gold Coast Squadron - unofficially, she just really liked the colour yellow.

The actual application differs from that seen in canon. Instead of a fluorescent sunshine yellow, the exact shade is more akin to the golden ochre worn by LBSCR engines. And instead of what I like to call her corporate stripes, her lining more closely matches what a real Light Pacific would have.

In 1988, the NWR had hosted a series of events to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the 1918 Armistice, among which were a series of railtours hauled by various war memorial engines. Afterwards, the point was made that the NWR had no such engine of its own, and the decision was made that because of her military name, Rebecca should have this honour.

It was only at this point that Rebecca officially became known as such. Obviously the real 249 Squadron had no connection with Sodor, and so another more local name was required. The name that met with the most favour was Rebecca Miller. The Second World War had only just broke out when Miller was made signalwoman at Tidmouth, and she quickly became famous for her expert handling of the increased traffic through the complex arrangement of lines outside the station. Sadly, Miller was killed during an air raid in April 1941, when her box was engulfed in flames after receiving a direct hit from an incendiary bomb. Her time on the NWR was brief, but her legacy was everlasting, and it was unanimously agreed that the railway’s war memorial engine should carry her name.

Rebecca (the engine) was still being restored in 1988, but luckily, it was determined that she would be ready by early 1989 - just in time to take part in celebrations commemorating the 60th anniversary of the outbreak of war. As it turned out, she was ready ahead of schedule, and she was pressed into NWR service to help handle a sudden surge in passenger traffic. Rebecca entered service already wearing her commemorative nameplates, but her official naming ceremony didn’t take place until that September.

Even by this time, Rebecca was still sensitive about her flawed design, and still held out hope that she might be rebuilt, in order to deal with those flaws. When she entered service, however, her first crew turned out to have been trained under ex-Southern drivers, and so were fully aware of the issues with Rebecca’s design. This meant they knew just how to get the best performance out of her, in spite of her problems.

Rebecca was upset by this, as it meant the chances of her being rebuilt started to dwindle further and further. There was a bit of conflict between engine and crew, but Rebecca came round to them in the end, and now likes them both very much. She still sometimes thinks about how much better she’d perform with a rebuild, but she knows now that with the right crew, it doesn’t really matter how many flaws her current design has.

Rebecca now primarily helps Gordon with the Wild Nor’ Wester express service, but she can also be found on other fast trains - both passenger and goods. She’s even come into her own as one of the regular engines on the Midnight Goods. Rebecca is also the main motive power for a special boat train which runs between Barrow-in-Furness and Kirk Ronan, connecting with cruise liners from all over the world.

Because of her light weight, Rebecca is also capable of travelling on most of the branch lines, and can be called in at a moment's notice to help cover shortages in motive power. However, because some lines can't accommodate her great length, such occasions are rare.

[lyranova]

The ‘Boyfriend’

Hi Guys~! Here’s another Yamichar fic I’ve been working on ☺️! I actually enjoyed writing this one and I hope it’s ok, hopefully you guys like it as well. It’s a Modern AU! So I hope that’s ok.

Genre: Fluff? I think.

Word Count: 2,776

Warnings: None

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Charlotte could not believe she agreed to this. Her ex-boyfriend had been texting her begging too see her, even though she had told him she was seeing someone else. The thing was though, Charlotte had lied about the ‘having a boyfriend’ part. She thought it would deter him, not make him want to meet the new man who had ‘claimed her heart’ as he put it! She had tried to get some of her fellow CEO’s to do it, but sadly they were either married or seeing someone. Except for one.

“ Why don’t you ask Yami Sukehiro?” Dorothy Unsworth, the CEO of C.P.C., had told her when she heard Charlotte was asking around for someone to go with her. Charlotte had frowned at her.

“ Yami Sukehiro? As in the CEO of the Black Bull Corporation?” Charlotte asked and Dorothy nodded.

“ Yep that’s the one! If I heard correctly he’s single which means he doesn’t have to worry about making a partner jealous. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give him a call and see if he’ll do it! You two would make a great couple.” And before Charlotte could say a word Dorothy had left the conference room.

Charlotte wouldn’t hear from her for the next three days. A small part of her had hoped Dorothy had forgotten about it, until she called that morning with a shocking announcement.

“ Yami said he’d do it but on one condition.” Dorothy said, sounding somewhat proud of herself. Charlotte couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about this. “ You have to buy him dinner afterwards. An expensive dinner.”

So here Charlotte was, in a café waiting for this Yami guy to appear. She had heard of him and his company for a few months now, he was a rising star according to all the magazine articles she had read. But he was also criticized, mostly for how he and his team would act. The articles claimed they were all loud, brash, and very intimidating. Charlotte was not one to believe everything she read or heard, only what she saw with her own two eyes and so far...he was thirty minutes late. Which was not a great first impression. Charlotte sighed and began to pull out her phone to call Dorothy and tell her that he didn’t show when she heard someone speak.

“ You’re Roselei right? Charlotte Roselei?” The speaker asked and when she looked up her heart jumped to her throat, the man was tall, muscular, had short and somewhat messy dark hair, and a beautiful pair of grey eyes. There was no way this could be him, no way!

“ Y-Yes,” she cleared her throat as she realized it had gone dry. “ I’m Charlotte and you’re?”

“ Yami Sukehiro. Sleeping Beauty said you had a job for me and to meet you here.” He explained before gesturing to the seat across from her, only sitting down after she nodded.

“ Sleeping Beauty?” She asked confused before it dawned on her, apparently that was the nickname he had given Dorothy, she did have a tendency to fall asleep during meetings so the nickname was quite appropriate. “ Ah you mean Dorothy, I thought she already explained it to you?”

“ She did. But I wanted to hear it from you myself.” Yami said as he leaned back in his chair.

“ Well, I have an ex boyfriend who keeps trying to get back together. After I told him no he still wouldn’t stop, so I told him I was seeing someone else and he didn’t believe me. So I decided to prove it.” Charlotte explained as she took a sip of her tea, Yami looked at her with a curious gaze. “ What?”

“ The CEO of Blue Rose Inc. doesn’t strike me as the type who needs help taking care of a problem.” Yami explained. “ From what I’ve seen, you’re more than capable of handling this by yourself.”

Charlotte blinked at his statement, when had he seen her ‘take care of a problem’? She for sure would have remembered seeing him at a work function or at a convention? Seeing the confused look on her face, Yami snorted before leaning forward.

“ It was last summer, at the annual CLOVER party in Osaka. All the subsidiaries were there, including me even though I hadn’t signed with the company yet. I remember you looked completely bored,” he chuckled and Charlotte’s cheeks turned a small shade of pink. “ and some random dude from the P. Orca group tried to flirt with you and, if I remember right, you cut him off at the knees.” Charlotte let out a small laugh at the memory, she hadn’t even raised her voice at him and yet the poor fellow looked like she had. She had only told him that she was already in a relationship and didn’t take kindly to men assuming because she was alone meant she was single.

“ He never assumed again now did he? I say that was a lesson well learned.” Charlotte said as she took another sip of her tea. “ The thing is, I don’t remember seeing you there Yami.” He shrugged a shoulder at this.

“ I tend to stick to the shadows, I prefer to see others than to be seen.” He answered nonchalantly. Charlotte nodded in understanding.

“ You’d rather get to know the real people you’re working with. Instead of the ones the present themselves as.” It actually made sense and Charlotte couldn’t understand why she hadn’t come up with that idea.

“ Exactly. They act one way when they want to butter you up and get you to invest or to form a partnership, and then the minute you turn your back to them.” He trailed off.

“ They put a knife in it.” Charlotte finished for him before taking a sip of her tea. She had been the victim of back stabbing many times, as have many of the women who worked for her, and some of her friends as well. It was a kill or be killed world out there, especially if you were a woman. That’s what made her want to start her own business, one where women were in high level positions, where they were treated and paid equally. Charlotte had been doubted and even laughed at when she had spoken to people about her idea, and yet here she was, in the top 9 companies in the country. ‘Who’s laughing now?’ She thought to herself with a small smirk. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts as Yami spoke.

“ You still never answered my question.” Charlotte blinked, having already forgotten about his question. “ Why did you need me to help you get rid of your ex?” He asked leaning back in his chair again but folding his arms, she could see his muscles flex under his shirt and she felt her face flush. ‘Why does he have to be so good-looking?!’ A voice screamed in her head before she shook it away.

“ I...” Charlotte trailed off, brows furrowed in thought. Why did she need him? She wasn’t afraid of her ex by any means, she was annoyed by him. They had broken up amicably from what she could recall, so why?

“ It’s ok if you don’t have an answer, sometimes we just do things for the sake of doing.” Charlotte looked up at him in shock, was he giving her an out? “ But hopefully by the time your ex gets here you’ll have an idea.” Nope. He wasn’t giving her an out, only buying her more time to come up with an answer.

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“ So Mr. Sukehiro, what is it that your company does exactly?” Charlotte asked him after that had sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, her ex was supposed to be there around 6:00 and it was now 5:30. She had decided it would be best if she knew a bit more about the man who was her current ‘boyfriend’.

“ First off; don’t call me Mr. Sukehiro. It makes me sound old. Secondly,” he took a sip of the water he had ordered. “ we do the jobs no one else wants to do. Either they’re dangerous, troublesome, or somewhat illegal.” He shrugged a bit.

“ So essentially you’re doing everyone else’s dirty work.” Charlotte clarified and Yami nodded.

“ We’re a small enough company that no one even notices, unless one of my screw ups makes a big mess of the job. Than I’m the one that has to go behind them and clean up their mess before it draws too much attention.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, apparently that was a common occurence. He looked at her. “ What about you?”

“ Me? Well, my company tends to handle the marketing side of CLOVER. It's actually quite boring, but me and my girls are the best at what we do. We could market snow to a snowman if we wanted.” Charlotte said, she had been very proud of her girls they always worked hard and, on occasion, play hard as well. They got things done even when it seemed impossible, they never took no for an answer, and would prove to the rest of the companies that women could do the same work as men could.

“ Sounds boring if you ask me.” Yami stated and Charlotte glared before folding her arms on the table and leaning forward.

“ I’m sorry not everyone has such an exciting and dangerous job as you. But I enjoy my job and am very proud of the work my girls and I do!” Charlotte stated defensively, he held up a hand in surrender and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly with the other.

“ Sheesh calm down Prickly Princess no need to get all upset about it. It’s just not the type of job I’d want.” He muttered before they went silent again. But this time, it was an uncomfortable one.

It would be a while before Yami would decide to break it, he knew he shouldn’t have said that about her work, a lot of people got defensive and were quick to anger if you so much as critiqued their jobs. But he was just being honest, and maybe that was a habit he would have to curve if he was going to be working for CLOVER Industries.

“ Why’d you break up with your boyfriend?” He asked curiously, at the shocked look on Charlotte's face she wasn’t expecting the question. “ I’m supposed to be your boyfriend right? I think that would be something you would tell me.” Charlotte sighed before answering.

“ We drifted apart, according to him. We were changing as people and going in different directions, so he felt it was best that we both moved on and I agreed. It was completely amicable.” She stated before sipping her tea. Yami raised an eye brow as he looked at her curiously.

“ That doesn’t sound like that’s all it was.” Charlotte nodded before looking down and staring at her nearly empty cup of tea.

“ If I’m being completely honest, I think he was jealous.” She tilted her head slighty as she began to think back to their relationship. “ When we started dating I was an intern at a small marketing group, I had tried for years to get promoted in the company and I was always passed up, even when I did the same or more work than some of the men I was passed over for. It became frustrating, so I started my own comapny. At the time he was very supportive and would occasionally help out if I needed it. But as my company grew and became more successful, the more I noticed he began to pull away. I’m not 100% sure that he was jealous and that’s why our relationship ended, but I feel like it was a contributing factor.”

“ Sometimes,” Yami said after he seemed to contemplate what to say for a moment. “ I think guys, not all but a few, have a problem when their girlfriends or wives or partners become more successful than them. It kinda bruises their egos. But there are a lot of guys out there who love strong women and don’t mind being in a relationship with them.” He shrugged as he reached for his bottled water, Charlotte looked up at him.

“ Are you one of those guys?” She asked him softly, her face began to turn a shade of pink as she realized what she had asked him. He seemed to be taken aback by the question for a moment, he looked down at the table for a moment before looking back up at her and Charlotte's heart nearly stopped at the sight. Yami’s eyes had softened, they looked warm and even somewhat gentle. Which was the complete opposite of what she had seen the entire two hours they had been sitting there.

“ Yeah, I’d like to think I am.” He stated with a small smirk before finishing his water, Charlotte felt her face heat up even more at the soft tone of his voice. ‘How could he be almost two completely different people at the same time?!’ She thought incredulously before a small chime dragged her out of her thought, it was her phone going off.

“ Ah excuse me.” She told Yami as she grabbed her phone out of her purse, Yami nodded in understanding before pulling out his own. Charlotte’s eyes widened and her brows furrowed.

“Hey Charlotte, sorry I’m not going to be able to meet you and your boyfriend today! I’m stuck in a business meeting. Raincheck?” Was the text she had received and she was immediately annoyed. ‘Seriously?!’ She sighed before looking up apologetically at Yami.

“ I apologize Yami it looks like I’ve wasted your time,” Yami looked up at her. “ He’s stuck in a meeting and won’t be able to join us I’m afraid.” He shrugged at her before he began to stand.

“ No worries, I didn’t really have anything else planned for today. Although,” Yami turned to look at her. “ you still never answered my question.” Charlotte had secretly hoping he had forgotten about it, she had been trying to think of the answer the entire time they were sitting there. She noticed Yami was staring at her expectantly, she was out of time.

“ I guess, I wanted to show him it was ok to move on. That he needed to find someone who made him happy, maybe I needed to prove that to myself as well.” Charlotte told him softly, it made the most sense and she knew deep in her heart that it was true. She didn’t want him to waste his life thinking that she would suddenly go back to the Charlotte he knew before because he had been away for six months. Yami smirked and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

“ That’s a lame answer.” He told and instantly she glared at him.

“ I’d like to see what your answer to that question would be!” She said as she crossed her arms, Yami huffed out a small laugh before turning and walking towards the door.

“ Eh I’d probably be able to come up with a good answer if I was given enough time. Anyway, see you around.” Yami gave her a short wave as he opened the door to the café, suddenly he paused, a nice little thought coming to his mind. He turned to face her again and found her digging through her purse for her wallet.

“ Hey Princess,” Charlotte looked up at the door. “ what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” Charlotte frowned in confusion at his question.

“ I don’t have any plans, why?” Yami smirked as he leaned against the open door, he wasn’t quite ready to say good-bye to the blonde haired woman yet.

“ Funny, neither do I. How about we go have a decent meal and you can come up with a better answer.” Charlotte blinked, was he blushing? She couldn’t quite tell from this distance. Charlotte smiled softly, apparently she wasn’t the only one wanting to spend more time together.

“ Sounds like a good idea.” She agreed as she put a tip on the table and stood up. Following Yami out the door she made a mental note to thank Dorothy for introducing her to Yami Sukehiro.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, I’m sorry if it fell apart towards the end 😅! But this was so much fun to write, I hope you guys liked it too and thanks for reading! If anyone else wants to be added to the tag list please let me know! I hope you all have a good day~!

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[flourchildwrites]

Orange poppies, their pretty petals scattered to the wind, incite a dangerous imaginative streak. Green ivy tendrils support even as they bind. Oh, the ways in which we grow...

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships & Characters: Toga Himiko, Eri & Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire & Toogata Mirio, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye & Toogata Mirio

Genre: Flash Fics, Floriography

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1k (2/2 Chapters, Complete)

Chapter One: Orange Poppy (Imagination)

Himiko Toga is bored, ridiculously so.

She sits idly in a cookie-cutter classroom with the gaggle of popular middle school girls who say they are her friends. Their desks are grouped along the far wall, monopolizing the breeze carried through the windows. Between the four of them sit nearly identical bento boxes wrapped with picture-perfect bows on top and a stack of gardening books whose covers traverse the spectrum with their varying shades of green. Toga’s eyes scan the book splayed across her desk; she flips through the pages glancing at the illustrations of pretty plants as her mind wanders.

She isn’t sure which one of her friends decided that their group would join the gardening club next year, but Toga supposes it does not matter. Gardening club will make her parents happy; it, along with her cheery smile and preppy hair, will prove that her unseemly urges are sufficiently curbed. At the very least, pruning, Toga muses, is an activity that she understands. So much of her personality lurks just below the surface nowadays, wary of the figurative blades that will not hesitate to cut away the diseased, damaged, or otherwise unwanted parts of her.

Amongst the endless images of delicate lines and muted hues, a flash of color catches Toga’s eye. Intrigued, she flips to the page and notes the auspicious name of the pretty flower with crumpled orange petals: the poppy. Toga reads with vigor, yellow eyes darting over rows of neat text. Each fact enraptures her more than the last, and Toga’s thoughts slip easily past her pointed teeth. But when she tells the group about her fascinating find, the others are taken aback. With knit brows, they whisper about the poppy’s deviant past—how it grows on blood-soaked battlefields and is used to make opium—and the matter is dismissed alongside a suggestion that she pick something pleasant.

Toga isn’t surprised. She was born with a taste for dangerous things and forced by society’s conventions to deny her quirk’s thirst in the name of common decency. For years, she has played the part of the perfect eldest daughter, a masked puppet for her parents. Toga lives mostly inside her twisted imagination, though traces of her true nature slither through the cracks in her facade and grow tougher with each passing day.

Again, she stares, unfocused, at the image of the poppies, but her mind’s eye conjures a twisted picture to substitute. She sees the likenesses of her friends as the puppets. Their bland doll bodies are overstuffed with the pretty poppies they mocked, petals peeking through the seams, and it is Toga who handles the strings—a reminder of the powerful quirk she conceals.

The interlude is a split-second fantasy, but somehow, it is enough. Enough to oblige her to grin in a way that hides her pointed teeth. Enough to self-prune her excited blush as she dispassionately flips to another page in the book.

But fleeting daydreams, Toga knows, will not be enough for much longer.

Chapter Two: Green Ivy (Friendship)

When Eri smiles, her grin outshines the sun. Happiness tugs at the corners of the child’s mouth as her eyes sparkle with glee. Mirio Togata knows a thing or two about making people smile, yet he finds himself outside his element on this tranquil afternoon. He trained for villain fights and peace-keeping, not games of imagination, but babysitting is a calling in its own right, especially when Aizawa is the one asking. The fact that his former teacher still trusts him, despite his quirklessness, isn’t lost in translation, and Mirio rises to the challenge.

So, with his back pressed to an ivy-encrusted wall and an evergreen smile stretching the corners of his face, he tries to hold the handle of a tiny plastic teacup with his pinky jutting outward, just as Eri demonstrated, but he fumbles it. The child giggles infectiously at his poor attempt and sets down her bright pink teacup in favor of serving more imaginary tea. As expected, she wants him to try again.

Seeing Eri now, resplendent in her red pinafore and at play (as a child should be), justifies the cost, but what a cost it was.

Change did not take its time with Mirio; it was instantaneous. Like invasive ivy clinging to the side of the sturdy garden wall, he is rooted in the place where he sits, unable to slip through matter in the time between his breaths. Thick tendrils wrap around his arms and legs. Vines climb up his torso, and leaves sprout, seeking purchase. He is tethered to a shady sideline while Nejire and Tamaki move forward and Sir becomes more memory than man.

For now, Mirio knows, he must accept the status quo, though he yearns for the bright future that Sir foretold. Soon, he hopes, he’ll be performing heroics again; babysitting will be a thing of the past. Yet, impatience is a bitter tonic. Mirio prefers optimism.

For just as his lost quirk holds him back, this challenge also cements his resolve. Tamaki’s adoration, Nejire’s optimism, and Sir’s unwavering belief—these are ties of friendship that support as they bind. For now, it is enough to bask in Eri’s beaming smile and wait for the future to unfold. The ivy’s bond steadies his indomitable spirit as he rests on the shady sideline.

Nevertheless, Mirio’s path is clear. He pledges to tackle each roadblock with the same humor that Sir valued, including the childish challenge set out before him. With his pinky out, Mirio brings the teacup back to his lips and returns it to its saucer without fumbling. The child squeals in triumph and throws her arms skyward. He chuckles and leans back against the ivy that cushions his respite.

Two truths reveal themselves, peeking out from the thicket of thoughts in Mirio’s mind. First, he knows that, when the time is right, he’ll be ready to jump back into the fray, better prepared because of the support of his friends. Second, he vows that he’ll never be too busy to spend a sunny afternoon with Eri.

[bonesofapoet]

ABANDONED VALOR

[frank castle x musician!reader]

author’s note: one of those 'i didn't want you to see me like this, but here we are anyway." things, in which our beloved musician!reader figures out who frank castle Really Is. we all knew i would come back to them eventually. implied violence, blood/injury, Feelings.

word count: 1394

ao3: here

Almost every morning, he woke from a dream.

It wasn’t always the same dream – rarely was it, actually – but the themes were the same, the plot was similar, and he always felt like he’d been shot in the chest, in the stomach, in the heart.

Dreaming about you – that only meant he had gotten too close, is all.

Fuck.

August melted seamlessly into September, the nights growing colder, longer, darker. Summertime sadness drifted off over the sea into the Southern Hemisphere, and that occasional Winter Depression dipped it’s toes in it’s cousin’s place, ready to fill those shoes when the time felt right.

Frank Castle felt the chill of the wind tickle the tips of his ears, tugged the worn leather jacket closer to his body with his hands buried in the pockets. You were walking beside him, arm carelessly, casually, looped through his. He kept eye contact with you scarce, only glanced at you from the corner of his always alert, always on edge gaze.

He had a job to handle that night, and he wasn’t about to let you be caught in the middle of it.

Frank held your old, sticker covered guitar case while you unlocked the door to your apartment building. He reminisced silently over the familiar weight, the familiar feel of having an instrument he loved in his hands for the first time in months, years, eons. He almost forgot what doing something for joy was like, then wondered if that’s why he hadn’t jumped town yet; left without saying goodbye.

Your apartment was very you, the signs you just played a gig prevalent in the organized chaos that overtook the most prominent spaces of your place. Sheets of music scattered on this table, open notes here, lyrics scrawled on scraps of paper there. Empty guitar stands, small holes in the decor void of practice amps and effects pedals. The equipment that belonged in those voids stayed with your band for the night; all you needed was your acoustic and the man who had breathed fresh life into your lungs.

Ars longa, vita brevis you said, when he commented on the way your music worked it’s way into your apartment decor. ‘Art is long, life is short.’ Art doesn’t wait for organization. When inspiration is there. . . it doesn’t wait until you’re primed and ready for pretty note taking. It comes in messy waves and late night dreams; it follows me home on the train when all I have is my phone recorder and a shitty Starbucks napkin.

Fair enough, he answered, lips tilted in that almost-smile, the one that made your heart beat fast against your rib cage. Frank respected the shit out of your artistry, your undying commitment to it – this was not an easy thing to chase, as a hobby or professionally.

God, he fucking missed playing music.

He waited until you were fast asleep, the movie still flickered soft neon colors in the darkness when he slipped out the front door and let himself out.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you, just for one night. And maybe he should have, because he fucking hated that he came back instead of sticking to protocol, instead of going back to his apartment where no one could trace him back to you.

Whispered curses, heavy footfalls, soft thuds of jostled furniture. The noise of Frank’s return was careful, quiet, controlled. He wasn’t loud enough to pull you away from dreams being dreamt, but you never slept when Frank slipped out into the night. Never dreamed. It was a lazy doze at best, part of your soul reaching out to the soft embrace of a healing sleep, the other clawing for every part of the world to keep awake.

You found him in the bathroom, door half closed with the sink rinsing away the gore from his hands, then freeing it from his face. It was like a second skin, the way shades of red clung to him in varying stages. Rain slick freshness, also tough, dried, aged.

Wide eyes met guarded ones in the mirror’s reflection under the harsh, bright light. The early stages of a black eye began to blossom over Frank’s right eye, and you tensed – he didn’t miss the way you stopped short, the way words died right there in your throat, before they ever left your lips.

Your heart constricted once, twice, thrice – when your eyes finally adjusted from leaving the dark. Knuckles bright red, deep blue, swollen and raw from constant use. An arm cried crimson, begging for anything to stop the tears. Tender ribs, plum colored bruises blossomed the length of his side, around his jaw. That, too, had already begun to swell. He wore the beautiful colors of a sunset on his skin, though instead of being inspired, he threatened to break your heart and paint the tile floor with the rising tides of emotion.

This man with night blooming gardens for armor, for bones, for a life. It was breathtaking, nonetheless.

“Let me,” you said, voice quiet in strained silence. Tentative fingers closed around his shaking hand, took hold of the alcohol ready to kiss his injuries clean.

The fresh thrum of adrenaline went ignored as you worked, slow and efficient. Every time he hissed in pain, clenched hands around the counter top to keep from flinching – the deep ache in your soul flared something bright and fierce and ruthless.

What remained of the night passed primarily without conversation. The occasional questions left your lips, and Frank refused to lie to you. He knew you deserved better than this, than him, than everything his life entailed – but he was not going to poison what little solid ground this – whatever this was – had found by candy coating truths.

When the sky began to deliver the safety of daybreak, he was finally able to meet your eyes without fear. The blue hour was in it’s prime, dripped fresh, thick emotion heightened by a sleepless night. The contrast of his broken body to the regret that made home in his eyes – well.

This sure as shit was not what you signed up for.

“At least,” you spoke, unsure of so many things – unsure of what he expected you to say, after making it quite clear that no, I’m not going to throw you out, and yes, this isn’t ideal, but I knew, Frank. I knew there was something more to you. I knew it wasn’t conventional when you dodged my questions about what you do for a living. “At least you’ve given me new material to write about. Discreetly, of course.”

His shoulders shook before you heard the quiet laughter. It was natural, the smile that broke your sullen expression.

“Always the artist,” his voice was hoarse, but tension melted with the shadows. Soft peony pink light gave chase to unease. The night had begun to settle, and nothing seemed impossible when the sun illuminated skeletons in the closet.

Steady fingertips lifted to graze skin that still resembled skin, traced his cheekbones and threaded through his dark hair. Your touch was feather light, barely there, yet it still made Frank’s heartbeat rage more than any fight ever could.

In that moment, he made up his mind.

History was not going to repeat itself – not this time. Not in this city. Not with you.

A marred hand reached to twine with the one at your side, always gentle, always kind. You minded his injuries best you could, but he would rather feel the white hot flash of pain by your hand than by that of any other.

You lost yourselves in one another, but it was different that night, that morning, that place where time wasn’t quite one thing, nor the next. The lines blurred, then disappeared altogether, because the only thing that mattered was the grasp of those moments. The stark existence of a simple life made of anything other.

When you drifted off to sleep, his fingertips left ember trails smoldering along bare skin. You wondered if you loved him.

You were glowing with golden dust from fallen stars, glittering bright and hazy and he knew, deep, deep down, where this could go, what this could be. If he were someone else, if this was another life.

He slipped out before the sun rose above the horizon.