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Kai Chisaki, Overhaul is still the most handsome birdman in my eyes 🐦⬛💚💜
#villain lover#overhaul#kai chisaki#yakuza husband#yakuza lover#birdman#toucan king#my hero academia#offical my hero academia art#ultra rumble#ultra impact#overhaul appreciation
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One of my personal goals at the moment is not to box myself in when it comes to fashion. Fashion is important to me bc I was raised by a mother who refused to leave the house unless she looked the most elegant and classy she possibly could, and bc of her I also developed a taste for that kind of vibe. But I also feel like I play it safe most times and just want to experiment w things every now and then I think
#LIKE. i was into the 90s clean girl aesthetic before it became cool#and I’ll probably always default to the model off duty / basics / simple / classy & elegant vibe#this is my mom’s influence and I will never not love it#but I also really feel like experimenting w color and styles every now and then just for fun#no one will replace audrey hepburn / lily rose depp / princess di etc etc as my main style inspos#but!!! more experimentation. more fun. more color. more playfulness. i think that would be good for me at my age#it’s also what I appreciate abt gen z — I think one of the things I luv is how fashion is so central to us / our self-expression#and I want in on that#not even in an effort to overhaul my daily style or anything. genuinely just experimenting bc why tf not.#it’s why I’ve been trying to gravitate to fun and flirty and playful campaigns more and more even if it’s out of my comfort zone#simple is good. simple is my favorite. but I want to be more curious in general#p
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going to go through all of my blogs and give them a MAJOR overhaul in followers, carrd, posts, characters, etc. i appreciate everyone and their continued patience as i navigate extreme changes in my life <3
#ooc.#love u all and appreciate u all so much#i could feel myself seep into some of my bad online habits such as isolating myself and i'm glad that i caught it and recognized it.#so i apologize for those who are waiting on replies from me both ooc and ic.#i plan to go through and give an overhaul to literally everything on here.#might make a new discord and such!#to be determined <3
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first meeting
#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#my art#mha overhaul#kai chisaki#chisaki kai#overhaul#chisaki overhaul#mha chisaki#bnha chisaki#mha kai chisaki#mha chisaki kai#bnha chisaki kai#bnha kai chisaki#overhaul chisaki#overhaul x reader#overhaul x oc#overhaul x you#kai chisaki x reader#kai chisaki x you#self ship#self shipping#self ship art#enjoy btw#yeah yeah i'm about to start being super cringe and posting self ship art what about it#anyways i would really appreciate if i wasn't taken as fem even though i'm wearing a skirt and have long hair#thanks#oh i forgot my signature *perishes*
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Just overhauled my theme cuz that shi was WACK
WHY NONE O' YALL TELL ME I STILL HAD PASTEL?? SMH SMH
#Crow talks#I'm jokin around#I was due the overhaul and found a good theme!#Also small update: Got a few stickers on the way for the Etsy store!#Work and life has been kicking my ass#got SO Many things booked this year but I appreciate yalls support#you guys just surprise me with every post;;;#thank yall;;
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modded skyrim for the first time ever and somehow got a (near) perfect loadout first try (extra in tags)
#probably only about 70 mods but im on console and didnt wanna push it too much on ny first try#only issues i have so far are some fences and bridges colliding and face mesh issues with the skyrim re-cut mod#not sure how to fix it but ive seen ppl say certain ai overhauls could be the problem#any help with that would be vv appreciated ❤️#skyrim#skyrim mods#skyrim modding#tes#the elder scrolls
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really want the new dungeon and increased difficulty of the battle from the mannimarco revisited mod but i also REALLY want mannimarco to stay as that silly little fucking elf instead of being that crazy skeleton creature
no offense towards the mod author, i just think the all powerful king of worms being Just An Old Guy is really funny and whiny-high-elf mannimarco will forever be my canon mannimarco (for oblivion at least)
unfortunately when trying to remove all the changes to mannimarco himself it just removed him from existence and gave me missing mesh errors, it didn't just change him back. i know WHY, but i thought itd give that method a shot anyways
i guess he'll stay as just an elf in my imagination 😔😔
#there has to be a mod that just increases the difficulty im sure but i also really like the new dungeon overhaul in this mod :(#tes oblivion#oblivion#mannimarco#the elder scrolls#wah wah wah i know thats what i sound like this isn't a legitimate criticism of the mod#its a very dumb preference of mine and im more than happy to suck it up and ignore it so i can play and enjoy the rest of the mod#and appreciate the hard work put into it#can not stress that enough
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A Christmas Alone: A Beauty and the Beast Retelling
For the Christmas Challenge at @inklings-challenge, I've written a Christmas story that ties to my "Beauty and the Beast" retelling, "A Day Late." This takes place before that story, which makes it technically a prequel, but both are meant to stand alone.
Without further ado, here's:
A Christmas Alone
The dining table held a feast fit for royalty, but Beatrice had no eyes for the food. As she pushed a few limp vegetables around her plate, her gaze wandered to the birds and angels painted on the ceiling and toward the rose gardens outside the vast windows. Her mind wandered even further, past the limits of the gardens to an outside world she hadn’t seen for months, where a little cottage would be covered in snow and filled with the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparations. Her sisters would be baking up a storm today. Her brothers would be hunting for Christmas venison. If she were there, she would be decorating the house in every bit of greenery she could find.
In the distance somewhere, a voice said, “Beatrice.”
What would her father be doing today? Would he be out hunting for the Christmas tree alone? Did he miss her company? Did he mourn her, trapped for so many months in a castle with a beast?
“Beatrice.”
Who would be setting up the stage for the Christmas theatricals? Had she told anyone where she’d stashed the curtains and old clothes they used for costumes? She had hoped to convince everyone to put on a comedy this year, but now that she wasn’t there, Ophelia would probably badger everyone into performing one of her silly sentimental melodramas.
“Beatrice.”
The voice, now raised to almost a shout, snapped her out of her reverie. The dining room—and the massive Beast sitting across the table—came into focus. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
Beast’s striped, dog-like face showed concern. It was strange how well she could read the expressions of a dog-tiger-monkey man. His eyes and brows were very expressive. “You seem distracted,” he said in his deep tones. “Is something troubling you?”
It felt impossible to speak of it. That rundown, cozy little cottage was worlds away from this elegant palace full of gold and mirrors and portraits. The Beast did not belong with her family.
And yet...the Beast she’d come to know these last eight months was nothing like the fearsome monster her father had described when he’d come home with the rose. He was gentle. Kind. Patient. A bit moody and dramatic, but reasonable. It was just possible he’d grant this request.
“I was thinking,” she said, keeping her voice far more casual than she felt. “Christmas is in two days.”
Beast' s brow furrowed. “Christmas?” He looked at the gardens outside the windows. “It can’t be. It’s summer.”
“It’s always summer here,” Beatrice said. “That doesn’t mean it’s not Christmas. I’ve been here 226 days, which makes it December 23rd.”
Beast shook his head as if trying to clear away fog. “I suppose it is,” he said at last. “Time rather runs together here.”
That was another reason she needed a holiday. She blurted, “Could you send me home for Christmas? Just for a day or two?”
Beast’s face grew solemn. “I’m afraid that’s impossible.”
“Why not? You let Father come home with the rose.”
“To settle the debt by sending you to take his place. Now that you have come, it is not in my power to release you.”
“It wouldn’t be release. It would be...an outing. For good behavior. I promise I’d come back.”
“I believe you would,” Beast said, “but I have not found a way to safely allow even your temporary release. The rules of this place…”
“Oh, the rules!” Beatrice threw a napkin, but an invisible servant caught it before it could fly very far. “It always comes back to those stupid rules!”
“I’m afraid so.”
“I think you make up half of those rules.”
“I wish I were.” Beast leaned forward, his strangely human eyes full of sincerity. “Believe me, Beatrice. If I could safely send you home, even for a visit, I would, but I won’t risk your life by sending you too soon.”
Beatrice sighed. Her visions of a cozy Christmas faded. “So I have no choice,” she said. “I have to spend Christmas here with you.”
“Is that so terrible?” Beast asked.
Beatrice thought about the cottage--her brothers and sisters gathered around the table, the candles, the meal, the stories, the jokes, the songs, the laughter. It was rustic and chaotic compared to the luxury here, but Christmas in this vast, silent, elegant palace couldn’t compare.
“It really is,” she said.
Beast bowed his head. “I am sorry to cause you distress.”
He rose from his seat and turned toward the far doors, which opened beneath invisible hands.
“Beast? Where are you going?” Beatrice suddenly heard her own last words in her memory and cringed. She half-rose from her seat. “Beast! Come back here! I didn���t mean…”
An eight-foot tall beast could cross a room quickly. Before she could say more, the dining room doors closed behind him.
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Beatrice peered into the library. The shelves, stuffed to the brim with leather-bound books, towered up to the ceiling, every book still in its proper place. Against the far wall, Beast sat in a wing-backed chair next to a fireplace half the size of the attic she shared with her sisters at home. Even in this warm climate, the evenings could get chilly. Flickering firelight cast light and shadows that tangled with Beast’s tiger stripes.
A book lay in Beast’s lap, untouched while he gazed into the fire. Beatrice approached cautiously and peered over his shoulder. She couldn’t read the language, but the pictures suggested it was a scientific text.
At least he wasn’t reading poetry. If he’d gotten into the melancholy ballads, there would have been no talking to him.
She stepped around the chair to face him. “Beast?” she said softly.
Beast looked up. The tips of his pointed ears drooped, his tangled teeth jutted from his jaw, his long tail hung limply over the arm of the chair, but his eyes were so human.
Her carefully composed apology fled her brain. She babbled, “I want to apologize. About before. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not being with you that’s terrible, it’s...not being with them.”
Beast’s face eased, but he didn’t meet her eyes. “I understand,” he said. “It is natural to wish for your family at Christmas.”
“I just keep thinking about...everything,” she said. “The food and the carols and all of them. I’m missing out on it all.”
Beast nodded, “The first Christmas alone is the most difficult.”
Beatrice sat in in the chair facing him. “You have no idea.” A light sparked in her mind, bringing up a new thought. “Wait. Do you?” She perched at the edge of her seat. “Do you have a family, Beast?”
Beast appeared uncomfortable. He looked down and stroked his tail where it lay over the arm of the chair. “Most people do.”
Beatrice’s mind boggled at the notion of an entire clan of dog-tiger-monkey men. “What are they like? Are there a lot of you? Do you resemble your parents?”
Beast twisted the end of his tail in one hand. “There are...many of us. None of them look like me. I am the only one with such...animal features.”
“Is that why you’re here, then? Locked away like the minotaur?”
Beast grimaced. “My family is not responsible for my current situation.”
Yet he would never say what was. She’d narrow it down eventually, but for now, she had more important questions.
“How do you stand it? Being away from them?”
“I’ve become accustomed to the loneliness.”
And she was trying to leave him. She hadn’t thought of it from his perspective before—Christmas after Christmas alone in this silent palace, with no one except servants that he couldn’t see.
“How long have you been here?” she asked softly.
“Long enough to become accustomed to lonely holidays. I would not subject you to it if I had any other choice.”
Here she was, moping over one Christmas with Beast for company, while he’d suffered who-knew-how-many alone without complaint. Yet she still wished she could leave him. What kind of monster was she?
If only she could have it both ways. “I wish we could both see my family for Christmas. Despite how the two of you met, my father would like you if he could know you. My siblings would torment you, but they’d like you, too.”
Beast’s lip pulled up in his version of a smile. “It’s a lovely picture. I wish I could give it to you.”
How stupid wishes were. Both of them wasting time wanting things they couldn’t have.
Beast suddenly stood up, all eight feet of him stretching toward the ceiling. The book clattered to the floor.
“Be careful!” Beatrice scolded. Just because he had a million books in a huge palace did not mean he could throw them around.
Beast picked up the fallen tome. “My apologies." He strode toward the library doors. "I’ve just remembered.”
As he walked away, Beatrice knelt on her seat, looking over the back of her chair, and called out, “Remembered what?”
Beast turned back with a light in his eyes. “We have much to prepare before Christmas."
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Christmas morning. Beatrice examined herself in her dressing room mirrors. She wore deep green—a full-skirted silk dress she’d never seen before in her massive wardrobe. With her red curls—delicately arranged by the servants—she looked like a Christmas doll. Like the presents she and her sisters got as children in their days of prosperity in the city.
She smiled at the invisible servants. “You’ve almost made me look pretty.”
She had never been the pretty one back home. She had too much of a mouth for that. Here, she always felt beautiful, without sisters to outshine her. But she would far rather be with them in their attic bedroom this morning. She could almost hear the bustle of their usual morning routine—rustling fabric, creaking floorboards.
Then she realized she could hear something, just outside her door.
She stepped toward the dressing room door. “Is someone in my sitting room?”
She reached for the doorknob, but an invisible hand wrapped around her wrist. Beatrice slapped it and yanked her hand free. “Stop that!”
Another hand grabbed her other wrist. Beatrice tried to step forward, but a strong grip on her shoulders held her back.
“What are you doing?” Beatrice shouted. “Let me go!”
She wriggled out from beneath the hands and managed to grab a hair brush from her vanity, which she smacked against the fingers holding her wrist. A minute later, the hands were back, holding her more securely than ever.
Beatrice struggled against them. “How many of you are in here? Is this a conspiracy? Have you all decided to rebel?” If the invisible servants had started a Christmas morning mutiny, she and Beast didn’t stand a chance.
While she looked for other means of escape, the door to the sitting room swung open, and the servants released her so suddenly that Beatrice fell to the floor. She rose, straightened her crumpled skirts, and scowled at the room, hoping her expression was directed toward at least a few of the servants.
“What was that?” she demanded.
The only response she received was a gentle nudge on the shoulder urging her toward the open door.
She had half a mind to stay right here, just to spite them. But she was curious.
She edged through the doorway and found Beast standing in her sitting room, resplendent in a suit of royal blue that dripped with gold and silver embroidery. He bowed to her. “Merry Christmas, Beatrice.”
“Merry...Christmas,” Beatrice said, bemused. “What are you doing in my sitting room?”
Beast gestured to the wall opposite the windows. “I was overseeing the delivery of your present.” A large, rectangular something was mounted on the wall and draped with a white sheet. In deference to the season, a gold bow had been placed in the center.
She hadn’t even thought of presents. It hadn’t occurred to her, trapped in a palace where Beast already owned everything.
“Did you wrap it yourself?” Beatrice teased, to hide her embarrassment. She stepped toward the wall and picked up one corner of the sheet. “May I?”
Beast’s eyes shone. “Whenever you like.”
Beatrice pulled off the sheet with a flourish. A heavy, carved wooden frame, as thick as her hand, as tall as Beast and nearly as wide, surrounded a painting. An interior Christmas scene, with a family gathered around a table in a room bedecked with ribbons and greenery. Yet something about the scenery looked familiar, something about the people tugged at her memory—
With a gasp, Beatrice saw that the family wasn’t just any family—it was hers. Every face was unmistakable. There was Viola’s dark hair, Rosalind’s freckles, Ophelia’s bright green eyes, Henry’s scar from where Edmund had pushed him out of a tree. And there, at the head of the table, his face mostly turned away, but unmistakable...
“Papa,” Beatrice breathed.
She ran a hand over the painting, the brushstrokes rough beneath her palm, as she touched every face in turn. “How did you do this?” she asked Beast. “You’ve met my father, but all the rest…”
“A gift from my godmother,” Beast said, “long ago. It shows us those who are far from us. It won’t show my family, but with a bit of rule-bending, I convinced it to portray yours.”
Yet another wonder of this place. Beatrice marveled at it. A masterwork of a painting. Every brushstroke precise. The colors vivid. The shadows and light as real as life. She felt as though she could walk inside the frame and be with them all.
She turned away, overwhelmed, with tears pricking her eyelids. “It’s lovely, Beast. I can’t thank you enough.”
A lump in her throat choked her. It was a lovely, thoughtful gift, and yet—it was almost worse to see them like that, memorialized in a single still image, like people long dead.
She was being ridiculous. She turned back to the painting.
Her jaw fell. Papa, who had been turned away, now faced directly toward her with a smile on his face.
“What?” Beatrice stepped toward the painting and scrutinized it. “I’m sure he was facing the other way before.”
“Was he?” Beast asked wryly. “This is a painting that must be watched closely.”
Beatrice examined the painting. It wasn’t just Papa. She was sure Viola’s arm was more outstretched than before. Henry’s eyes had opened wider.
A moment later, there were more changes. Papa’s mouth was open in a smile now. Viola held a pot of tea.
The image changed again, again, again, tiny movements every time, and soon it was changing so fast that Beatrice couldn’t see the changes. Everything in the picture moved in perfect fluid motion, as if the people inside were alive. She watched her family laugh and chatter as they shared a breakfast of tea and Christmas bread. There was no sound, no scent, but her memory filled in the gaps. She could hear the same old Christmas morning jests, hear the birds outside the window, smell the pine of the wreaths, feel the warmth and closeness of being with her family on Christmas morning.
Tears ran down Beatrice’s face, and she didn’t even try to stop them. “Thank you, Beast,” she said. She wiped her face in her silken sleeve—she had hundreds of dresses, but she couldn’t waste a moment of this miracle hunting down a handkerchief. “This is the Christmas I wanted.”
Beast bowed and backed away. “I shall leave you to enjoy it.”
Beatrice leapt toward him and seized his arm. “Don’t you dare!” Though she barely came up to his chest, she dragged him toward a sofa that had been turned to face the wall. “You are staying here. Sit.”
Beast, seeming lost and bewildered, meekly obeyed.
Beatrice spoke to any invisible servants that might be in the room. “Do we have any Christmas bread available? Something like what’s in the painting?”
A single knock on the wall. Yes.
“Bring some to us,” Beatrice says, “and a pot of tea. We’re sharing Christmas morning with my family.”
In moments, the food arrived, and she and Beast shared it in a picnic on the floor while she explained everything that was happening in the painting. Though she talked almost without stopping for breath, Beast listened to everything attentively, as if he was as hungry for company as he was for breakfast.
This was different, but it was good. A Christmas she could never have imagined, but one she would never have wanted to miss, here with her strange, hulking, melancholic, thoughtful Beast.
She had so much she wanted to say, to let Beast know what this meant to her, and no words to express it—she didn’t do well with sentiment, and some things were too deep for speech.
At last, on impulse, she threw her arms around Beast’s neck. “Thank you,” she said.
Beast, stunned, was frozen beneath her, but after a moment, he relaxed and returned the embrace.
Catching herself as she realized what this might look like to a beast who had proposed to her every day she'd lived here, she hurriedly pulled away and said, "I'm still not marrying you!"
For once, the refusal didn't leave Beast looking forlorn. He merely chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "I don't mind. Right now, this is more than enough."
She settled back to her seat, relieved he understood. It was. More than enough.
"Merry Christmas, Beast," she said.
He placed one of his hands over hers. "Merry Christmas, Beatrice."
#the bookshelf progresses#inklingschallenge#inklingschristmaschallenge#imagery: gift#fairy tale retellings#beauty and the beast#i tried very much to make this a comedy but i couldn't make it work so i settled for sentiment#i hope i managed to keep in some bits that read as humor#also please appreciate the effort i went through to finish this story with a migraine#for some reason these stories in particular take me much longer than i think they should#i know how things should happen but the exact order of details eludes me#this one was much worse than a day late#i had three substantial versions#one of which was nearly finished before i completely overhauled the whole thing#also the time travel story i talked about is still in the works#this was an early idea but then it faded in favor of the time travel one#then when i sat down for serious work on the time travel one beatrice came forward and decided she wanted her story told after all
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actually participated in some self-care Sunday tonight. as I get older, I appreciate what good skin care means (after decades, DECADES) struggling to find a balance with rosacea and dermatitis. It might only be 15 mins when my kid is getting ready for bed, but a good double cleanse, a gorgeous B-vitamin serum (if people encouraged me more on B when I was younger, it’s a game changer for me) and a probiotic makes me feel half-alive during the silly season.
is it over yet?!
#no one asked cass#self care sunday#it’s taken a long time to appreciate good skin care when nothing worked for so long#I’ll link what I use for a quick overhaul if anyone cares#understand if you don’t x
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...I'm reinstalling Morrowind, so if anyone has any mod recs or guides for installing must-have mods or whatever, hit me up
#morrowind#modding#i won't start modding tonight cuz i have to be up and doing stuff in the morning#but i'd appreciate any shouts for anything considered absolutely necessary#i plan to grab julan ofc cuz that's my boy#but yeah any of the big overhaul mods. stuff that makes the game look and play better etc
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🐇 and 🐳 for huggy wuggy and/or mommy long legs
🐇. Talk about your relationship! Is it platonic, romantic, ect, what is your dynamic like?
���. Is there an age and/or animal you find yourself regressing to around your caregiver? Alternatively if you have multiple fictional caregivers is there a different age and/or animal you regress to around each one?
-@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic
This is a Self Insert I haven't talked about a lot, so thankyou very much for asking!!!
🐇- Talk about your relationship! What is your dynamic like?
With Huggy it's very much The guy who Did Not agree to babysit and a Very Curious Autistic Child who Should Not Be Here.
Huggy's a security guard, the first line of defense for the building, he wasn't really made to play with the kids and is severely out of practice interacting with a kid. Kids in general make him uncomfortable on the best of days, and it has been a long time sense his last best of day.
So he's awkward, and stiff, and a little all business and seriousness. It helps that he can't Not smile and look friendly, not being able to vocalize his annoyance and general lack of interest is also helping him get through this.
All he's gotta do is get this kid safely to the Prototype, they'll know what to do with him. Just tough it out until then.
With Mommy it's more like a Big Sister playing mother because she has no other options and a little brother who needs comfort more than anything else in the world right now.
She's not mature enough to Be a real mother but she's played the part for so long it comes naturally to her. It's not something she particularly wants to do, but she's the only one who can. Poppy certainly isn't making an effort.
So she plays Mommy, and keeps the kid distracted with games, keeps his mind off Huggy's death and the big scary hand he saw take Huggy away.
She's a little suffocating, and a little strict, and a lot immature, but she'll hold me when I need to be held and explain the game rules as many times as I need them and put bandages on all my owies even if they don't really need them.
It'll all be okay, so long as you stay with Mommy and follow all the rules.
🐳- Is there an age and/or animal you find yourself regressing to around your caregiver?
This S/I isn't actually an Age Regressor, they are a literal child. That's because it's actually my regressed self's Self Insert, he has a few that I just merge in with my own Self Inserts sense I like writing for them anyway, and regressed me likes self inserting as his perceived age.
That kind of fluctuates between ages 4 and 8, depending on the media in question, horror usually skews younger. I believe he eventually landed on saying this S/I is 5, soon to be 6.
#Thankyou for Asking#Proship Agere#THANKYOOOOOOOOU FOR ASKING ABOUT POPPY PLAYTIME!!!!#This S/I got an overhaul with the release of chapter 3 to make it more fucked up#Because little me loves a Kid experiencing the Horrors situation#And I haven't reeeeeeeeally talked about it because I'm half waiting to see where the game ends to go all in with the Self Insert#But it is fun <3#So thankyou very much again! Greatly appreciate this one!!
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Part 3 ❤️💞
#kai chisaki#overhaul#yakuza lover#yakuza husband#birdman#boku no hero academia#fangirl#toucan king#my hero academia#villain lover#shie hassaikai#overhaul appreciation#part 3#overhaul stan
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I might upgrade some parts of my computer, I really need some HDMI ports and a Bluetooth thing(whether a board or a adapter honestly don't care, might go for an adapter since it's more versatile)
#its much cheaper to get ddr3 compatible computer parts ngl#than it is to buy a whole ass new computer#i dont play newer games for the most part#ddr3 is still good its just that not a lot of newer things are built for it now#hell in fact we're finally moving onto ddr5 now and im seeing a lot of parts for it now#if ddr4 stuff gets cheap then i might completely overhaul#if anybody has some suggestions they'll be appreciated#i just dont spend 100 dollars on a single part tbh
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went to get my traditional “I am so jetlagged and need to consume A Dinner” meal (really good tenpura place that I adore) and the usual waitress wasn’t there (understandable, it has been four years) but it did mean that this guy legitimately tried to explain how to eat tenpura to me despite me multiple times saying that I speak Japanese, have been to Japan many times, and know how to eat tenpura
#I'd appreciate it if people didn't reblog this; thanks#this is one of the many reasons that I don't enjoy Tokyo#like it's very sweet that people try to be helpful but when they insist on being 'helpful' when it's obvious that I don't actually need help#that's actually just extremely annoying and kind of condescending#I promise that I know what salt is my guy. I do in fact understand how salt works.#in Nagoya people are so terrified to see a foreigner that the second it becomes obvious that I speak Japanese they just treat me normally#Queenie actually says something on this blog#I do miss the old waitress even though she A. saw me cry about tenpura multiple times#B. she once apologized to me when they overhauled the menu and eliminated my favorite set lksjlfdusaoifdusao#(I was mostly mortified that I was so memorable)
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I need to start dressing more weird and/or like a fantasy character but alas I have neither the finances nor the access to the right clothes
#entirely based off the fact I threw together a witch look for a promo shoot at work and everyone was like 'oh yeah that's just merry'#I've tried so hard to make myself more palatable and like no actually everyone accepts that I'm a bit weird and that's okay#remarkably freeing hearing both the owners separately greet me 'hello spooky Merry' or similar without flinching#anyway yeah any recommendations for how to overhaul my wardrobe on a budget would be greatly appreciated#I'm from a very old person area so charity shop finds are limited and thrifting isn't really a thing here sadly
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God bless anytime you post it's an instant free dopamine hit thank you!!!
THANK YOU!!! ❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️
I’m so very happy that my writing can make your day just the littlest bit better.
#ask response#anonymous#The Whispering Darkness#fem!reader#yandere!overhaul#yandere!overhaul x fem!reader#author appreciation#yandere bnha
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