#perfect size to fit into small caves also

[rheya28]

IronWorks Fitness Centre ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to Ironworks Fitness Centre. This stunning space combines a sleek design with cutting-edge fitness technology to provide the perfect workout environment. You can take a refreshing dip in the stylish pool or challenge yourself to a boxing match in the boxing ring. Ironworks Fitness Centre's state-of-the-art gym equipment is designed to meet all your fitness needs, whether you're looking to build strength or improve your cardio. The facility offers an energizing cycling classes to get your heart pumping and blood flowing for those who need an extra boost.

➽ I was talking to one of my lovely friend @marilynjeansims about building in Oasis Spring. I realize that I have not build anything for this world so here I am! hehe I am planning on filling up this community strip so watch out for more oasis spring modern and midcentury builds in the future! Megan suggested a few community lot types which I think will be perfect for this world so I'm excited!

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Important Notes:

●Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ● Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ● Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ● Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ● Thank you to all CC Creators● Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

Female Sims used in the video are by the lovely @largetaytertots Gwen & Solana

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: IronWorks Fitness Centre Lot type: Gym Lot size: 40 x 30 Location: Oasis Spring

➽ MODS

● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi ● Let's Get Fit Fanmade Modpack by Cepzid ● Everyday clutterkits become functional by Cepzid

➽ CC List

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, Tuds, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make downloading a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, Peacemaker, kiwisim4. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading ! DSCO ● Hunter Fitness set House of Harlix ● Bafroom ● Harluxe ● Orjanic Bbygyal123 ● The balance collection Charlypancakes ● Munch ● Smol Felixandre ● Colonial pt [3] ● Grove pt [3][4] ● Soho (all) Harrie ●Brutalist ● Klean pt [3] ● Spoons pt [2] ● Jardane ● Kichen (shelves only) LittleDica ● Country Side Cabin ● Rise & Grind Peacemaker ● Hudson Bathroom [towel] Pierisim ● Coldbrew ● MCM pt [1][3] ● Oak House pt [2] ● Unfold ● Winter Garden ● Woodland Ranch (ceiling/floor tiles only) Max 20 ● Poolside Lounge Pack Simkoos ● Everyday Clutterkit Addon (rolled yoga mat only) ● Taget Store (Signs only) Sixam ● Hotel Bedroom (desk) ● Small spaces Laundry Room (laundry basket only) Syboulette ● Ballet (mirrors only) ● Fitness ● Karaoke (neon signs only) Tuds ● Brut (ceiling light only) ● Cross ● Cave ● Ind Around the sims ● Swimming pool foam lane ● Swimming pool Starting block

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[timeoutsoup]

Dig You A Grave Part 2

(Again thank you for @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 for the prompt. Also shout out to @spoopyspoony for the hilarious tag)

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

The powerful witch boy was getting sick of the light. All they cared about was their stupid plan. They kept the Lord of Chaos on a short leash, gave him rules to follow, and had him run errands, like some servant. And to top it all off none of them had cared the Teekl was missing. Savage had the audacity to tell him to just find a new one, as if that man had any power over him. He decided to find Teekl and then make his decision about the light.

The Day Before

Danny was excited about fostering the cat he found. She was so sweet, and really well trained. He didn’t even know cats could be trained. His parents had let him foster the cat, when he explained how he had stumbled upon her after the ghost fight. Also mentioning how the feline had orange fur, and it reminded him of Jazz, didn’t hurt either.

Sam and Tucker had joined him when he went to the pet store to pick up items for his new house guest.

“What if she doesn’t like anything?” Danny worried.

“Simple we will donate what we can to shelters and local rescues and come back and get different items.” Sam replied as she grabbed a bag of Churu’s off the wall.

“More importantly, since when do you buy meat products?” Tucker asked, raising a brow at Sam.

“While cats are omnivores, they eat mostly meat. Just because I am a vegan doesn’t mean I’m going to make a poor animal suffer and deny it proper nutrition.” Sam replied, giving Tucker a look.

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Maybe I should pick up a book or two on cats while we are here.” Danny said, pushing the cart down the aisle.

If Sam decided her parents should foot the bill after they had tried to replace her favorite combat boots with pastel pink kitten heels, who were the boys to complain about the Manson’s generous donation for this poor, injured kitty. They got everything, wet food, dry food, bowls for food and water, a water fountain bowl, treats in all shapes and sizes, a wool cat cave bed, a cat tree, toy and more.

Once Teekl (she had a collar with her name on the tag) had been released from the vet, which the Manson’s also paid for, Danny took her straight home, hopeful she liked it. He read the book they got and followed the vet’s advice to start by introducing her in a small safe area. The upstairs bathroom was perfect because only he really used it now that Jazz was off at college. Not everything they bought would fit into the bathroom, so Danny made the decision to put the necessities and a few extras. No matter how funny Tock found it he was not putting the cat tree in there. Carpet in the bathroom is disgusting. Just the simple ceramic food and matching water dish, the new litter box, and the shirt he was wearing when he rescued her, on top of an old pillow that smelled like Danny.

Opening the carrier, Danny watched as Teekl walked out, examining her new surroundings. She gave a courteous sniff to the food, took a few laps of water, and then plopped herself down onto her makeshift bed. Confused but happy that she felt comfortable, Danny continued to watch, making sure she was comfortable.

After a few minutes Danny left her to her own to finish settling in, making sure to close the door. Returning to his room to finish setting all the cat supplies up. Placing a bed between his dresser and the wall so she could hide in comfort. The cat tree between his bed and the window, so she can sun herself, as well as use it like steps to get on his bed. The water fountain off to the side, on a rubber mat, and her food bowl near by but not too close. And a basket, holding a variety of toys slide nicely under his bed.

Checking his watch, the young halfa decided to check on his furry little house guest again. Standing up, and turning around, the ghost boy is shocked. There sitting in his doorway, cleaning their paw without a care in the world, is Teekl.

“Well, I guess you’ve adjusted to being here then.” Danny muttered, leaning down to pick up the orange tabby. Surprised that she not only let him pick her up, but began to purr, he turned around and began to how her his room.

By the end of the day Teekl was sunning herself in the last rays of sunlight as Danny finished up his homework for school tomorrow. It was a nice relaxing moment in his hectic life. He began dissociating and didn’t notice the cat in his lap until she began to headbutt his chin. Blinking back to the present Danny looked down and smiled, gently petting the purring feline. He knows that eventually Teekl’s owner will come for her, and he does want her to be returned, but another part of him wants her to stay with him forever.

Waking up to a warm, purring cat on his chest has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Danny doesn’t want this moment to end really. He feels like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that he isn’t normal, the teen gently gets up to start his day. Teekl decides to lay in the warm spot he just left.

Danny dressed quickly, rushing through his morning routine, making sure he had enough time to take care of Teekl before he rushed off. After checking everything, and topping off her food in water, Danny crouched down beside his bed, eye level with the sweet tabby.

“Alright cutie, I have to go to school now. I topped off your food and water. There are plenty of comfy and warm places to take a nap. Stay out of the fridge. I’m pretty sure the hotdogs have overthrown the ham. Also stay out of the basement. It’s dangerous and my parents wouldn’t know lab safety if it bit them.” Danny stated as he rubbed her head.

He stood up. Two rings of bright light engulfed him, and a moment later a teen in a black and white hazmat suit, white hair that seemed to move with no wind, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

“I’ll be back after school.” Danny said with a wave, turning intangible as he rushed off to school.

In his hurry he didn’t notice the glint in feline’s eye as he rushed off to school. Softly jumping down from the bed, she made her way to the door and down the stairs, only stopping for a bit of food and a drink of water.

Teekl would have usually returned as quickly as possible to Klarion, but this time was different. The being that helped her had smelled of death and power, and she was curious, after all she was a cat.

—————

Danny had made it to school on time for once, and was able to grab some food before class started.

“Wow you're on time for once.” Tucker snickered.

“Yeah, I woke up early to take care of Teeks, and no ghosts, so I also grabbed breakfast.” Danny bragged.

“Teeks? You already gave her a nickname? Danny, you know she’s not your cat.” Sam stated.

“I know. It’s just a nickname, don't worry.” Danny replied as he turned toward the board as the bell range.

—————

By lunch Danny was bored and missed Teekl. His idea of sneaking out and checking on her during lunch got thrown out as his ghost sense went off. Lunch Lady was back and had taken over the cafeteria. Ducking for cover behind an overturned table, he peered out to a scene that made his blood run cold.

“No animals in the cafeteria!” Shrieked the ghost, hurling meat at an orange tabby. “Get out now or I’ll turn you into meatloaf.”

——————-

Klarion had been flying around for hours searching for his familiar and he had finally tracked her down to a school. Racing down the hall, dodging fleeing teenagers, he finally reached a set over double doors, flung them open and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The black-haired teen, who had asked him out during his fight with Young Justice was standing on a pile of meat, holding his beloved familiar, and wielding what looked like a thermos that was sucking up a ghost wearing a hair net. A truly chaotic site to behold.

After capping the strange device, the interesting blue-eyed boy turns to the remaining occupants of the room and opened his mouth.

“I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

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Linked (1)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.

A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!

"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s. 

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks. 

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions. 

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided. 

"Thank you." You smile. 

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you. 

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling. 

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again. 

**

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party. 

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying." 

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle. 

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks. 

Ouch. 

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?" 

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs. 

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move. 

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor. 

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong. 

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces. 

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening. 

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about. 

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.  

**

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup. 

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him. 

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance. 

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous. 

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. 

 "That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you. 

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa. 

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers. 

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked. 

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.  

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body. 

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you. 

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred. 

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun." 

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours. 

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you. 

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again. 

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real. 

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again. 

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face. 

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said. 

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you. 

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

**

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him? 

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge. 

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it. 

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open. 

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her. 

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.  

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door. 

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice. 

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good. 

“You wanted to see me?” you ask. 

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you. 

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands. 

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face. 

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.” 

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit. 

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”  

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before. 

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles. 

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off. 

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him. 

“I’m his fiancee.” 

[mushroom-for-art]

Me @ Paradox au: you're as beautiful as the day I lost u

Person in charge of updating this fucking sucks ur schedules shit smh

King/Syn beloved belongs to @seasidemew

Sink or swim

"Our previous theories on the exact genders of the Genetic Terror has proved incorrect."

Leader is shown finding a quiet protected area the bushes shrubbery and tree branches making a perfect nest like area for her to squeeze and shuffle through past the leaves, she is shown leaving and returning with furs carefully crawling under the branches to not disturb or reveal her hidden area.

"In order to observe further we need more specialised equipment."

People talk inaudibly in the background as the cameraman shows off what looks like an ordinary leaf but is in fact a highly sophisticated type of camera powered by solar with little legs like a bug for movement. The view from the multiple leafcam is slightly green tinted, a little non invasive toy car like rover scoots revving softly near the nest and deposits the box with the leafbots in who disperse quickly subtly into place.

Leader is shown chasing the little toy car and knocking it over watching it spin in circles stuck on its side before it 'dies', she loses interest returning to her nest, inside viewed by multiple leafbot the leaves and foliage are spread and flattened intentionally as she builds up the other materials feathers from Great Tusk, Scream Tail fur, Slither wing fluff and wings any soft body part she wants and can fit into the nest.

The nest is completed during a time lapse of her nest building and half a day later she lays three small eggs, they are lumpy and slightly misshapen but she seems delighted her body resting protective over them like a brooding hen she incubates what is hers. During a time of her absence Dart enters the nest slowly looking around sniffing materials.

"We feared Dart would devour the eggs of the male he'd been trying to chase off," Dart lowers themselves and produces an egg of their own larger and more solid and smooth into the middle of the nest before leaving, "we were wrong."

Leader returns and pauses her head lowering as she nuzzles each egg faintly as though counting them pausing at the large healthy egg in the center of her misshapen ones she moves and returns to her brooding accepting the foreign egg as her own.

"If Leader knows this is Darts egg we aren't sure we can only assume she believes it her own egg or knows of its origins. The difference in egg shape size and overall visual health has led us to believe Leaders eggs may non be viable."

A timelapse shows Leader guarding her nest leaving occasionally to hunt but noticeably losing weight and leaving less and less frequently. There is also footage of Dart and Glider struggling to hunt as a duo without Leader to guide them and King searching around looking noticeably lost his snout to the ground sniffing deep inhales trying to get a scent before snorting in frustration and walking off heavily.

Finally, there is movement from one of the eggs, they wobble and flop to the side as Leader watches them intensely, the little leg that kicks out is dark red with dark grey striping, when they finally destroy their way out their egg it is clear they are not Leaders, a miniature adult genetic terror, proud horns and midhorn with a subtle bump implying a double point like King, their colors were deep and rich Darts red orange hues darkened further like dark jewels grey emphasising and contrasting.

Leader watches the little hatchling bounce around making infant screeches and chirps before scooping them close to her body nuzzling and grooming them.

"Her eggs haven't hatched," they've shrunken and even caved in on themselves, "Leader could carry a genetic defect, or it was an unlucky draw." She is witnessed removing the eggs one at a time from the nest throwing them to be scavenged elsewhere before bringing a small Roaring Moon limp in her jaw to give the hatchling their first meal.

She demonstrates biting the carcass and ripping away the flesh offering it to the chick dangling between her teeth, she feeds them tenderly and often but keeps them hidden in the nest.

"We don't know how long hatchling stay in the nest with their mothers, or if this is purely a behaviour displayed by Leader, and unfortunately this time we won't get answers."

Leader leaves the nest to go hunting, she's still underweight from everything as she goes to hunt, the hatchling is seen playing with and chasing a feather that's floating about the nest making little bark like noises vocalisations of play displaying what could be a play bow before diving after the feather.

Unfamiliar jaws lean into the nest, the hatchling pauses watching the unfamiliar mouth, cold and unfeeling they snap around the youngling. With a squeal the invader makes off with its prey from the unwatched nest. Leader is viewed botching her hunt before bolting back to her nest she vocalises squeaks and cries in her throat in sheer desperation sniffing around and whimpering at a trickle of blood. She looks lost without her hatchling.

"Leader hasn't left her nest since the incident, her pack members have been struggling and King seems unaware of the tragedy that has occurred."

The camera shows the start of a forest fire beginning to crackle and burn loudly.

"If Leader can't find the strength to flee the fire will surely kill her."

Multiple pokemon run and flee bellowing in natural fear of the fire ravaging their home, instincts drive them purely to survive, the leafbots are forced to flee with what battery they have left. It looks bleak, Dart and Glider stand at the forests edge crying and bellowing out throaty summoning calls echo into the darkening sky.

"But like a phoenix she is reborn from the ashes of despair!"

A camera catches glimpse of orange hues bolting through the forest, underweight and disorientated the Genetic Terror runs dodging and weaving around the flames and burning foliage around her course correcting as the flames race her dropping burning trees and setting shrubs alight. Her panic evident in her cries and roars. Leaping from the burning forest she crashes into the grassland outside quickly reached and greeted by her siblings, chirps and nuzzles reassure their bonds before they take one last glance at the flames disappearing into the thickening ash and smoke ridden land.

King bellows at the flames enraged by their insult as nature takes its course ravaging the land to regrow it, he storms off with heavy stomps to find a new area to sleep.

———

"It's been months since the fire, Leaders condition has not improved, while the fire forced her to move from her nest her appetite has not bounced back."

Dart and Glider gorge themselves on fat Slither Wing their wings ripped off to prevent mobility and escape as they excitedly chitter at the flesh they're enjoying. Leader lay nearby on her side, she's thin and looks exhausted breathing heavily for such an easy hunt the strain of hunger causing issue with her body and yet she won't eat feeling no hunger.

The other two have long since fallen asleep assuming their sibling will eat now they're asleep, she lay uninterested but awake head lifting slowly sensing the slowly approaching King. Her head lowers either in submission or being too exhausted. King stands and looks over her slowly he moves digging into the carcasses of the Slither Wing himself devouring large mouthfuls.

He pulls away flesh hanging in his teeth and comes to Leaders side leaning down and using his arms as support he holds the food out to her, he nudges his face to hers until she acknowledges him opening her mouth slowly to take the food he delicately hands it over. The process repeats, with King biting at her legs when she does not chew only holding the meat in her teeth, his own teeth never break flesh but encourages her enough to eat.

He continues until she seems genuinely unable to devour more slowly trudging off and returning with a wetter snout he opens his maw slowly to her and water he had collected falls onto her as he attempts to offer her water, she makes noises of discontent shaking her head at the water splashed on her with a warning hiss he doesn't respond to.

King holds his jaw more steady and after some working out carefully shares the water with her for her to drink, he seems content and licks the spare droplets from her muzzle and nuzzles her face in affection purring deeply to her before going to retrieve more water, though this time she stands to follow slowly. He stops every few paces waiting for her and rests besides her at the water as she tips her head low and drinks, his tail thumps the grass happily.

———

"King has been tailing the group for a few weeks now, he is recorded giving Leader special attention and even aiding in the hunts and refusing to let the others eat until himself and Leader have had their fill. Her health is improving, though it's clear she still thinks about the nest and lost hatchling, on some nights she is seen pacing around making calls for her baby as though she will get a response. King only seems to watch her when this happens, he does not seem aware of what she is calling for."

"She will recover and more behaviour can hopefully be recorded. The area which burned down has been regrowing at a rapid previously unseen rate and should be back to it's lush original state within a month or two. Area zero continues to fascinate us."

-Recording end-

[absolutedoorknob]

Cheerleader Gerard Costume Analysis

I have emerged from my cave to give you all a costume breakdown of Gerard Way's cheerleader outfit from the MCR reunion tour! I hope this post is of help to those who might want to recreate the costume for themselves or for the MCR fans who just want to know more about this costume. If anyone has any additional information, please feel free to leave it in a comment or a reblog or a message!

FIRSTLY, we will go over the information that we know about this costume from the designer, Marina Toybina.

The dress was found vintage, then reconstructed to fit Gerard Way (I saw in the Strange Aeons MCR video that it was originally a size 4, but I haven't found anything that says that but I could be missing something). Now, because of the wording of 'reconstructed', I am a little unsure if they took it apart and made a pattern to then make to Gerard's size, or if they sized it up by adding fabric. However, due to the lack of visible seams, I'm more inclined to believe that the original was taken apart to make a pattern, and Gerard's dress was made to look vintage.

The OG dress had no zipper and the hem was nonexistent. However, because of comments that it was the 'perfect base', this does not remove the possibility of Gerard's dress having a zipper.

NOW, onto some ANALYSIS!

TOP

The dress is one piece, with there being no separate top and bottom.

The sleeves are not fitted at the wrist, but they are gathered along the top, and only along the top, because past the shoulder the sleeve looks smooth.

There is a seam along the top, connecting the white to the green. There is also no darts in the white section of the top. Also in this picture, the 'W' looks like an applique?? I forgot about the applique oops. It is also worth noting that the collar is not tight fitting, and isn't very tall, maybe two inches AT THE MOST, most likely an inch and a half based off of my estimates.

AND NOW, THE SKIRT

The skirt has front-side seams!

This skirt is box pleated. Now, I can't see the box pleats stitched down, so there might be some serious skirt-cutting wizardry going on here, or the stitching is too small to see.

Now, as for number of pleats, here is my estimated pleat configuration. We have two front pleats (see image above), two side pleats, and presumably two pleats in the back (I could not find any back views of the dress). Below is an image of the front and side pleats, numbered for your viewing pleasure.

And that's all there is! Thank you for reading and tell me if you want more costume analysis!

[kittenwalker]

This may sound silly but could you write something along the lines of Evan dating a plus size instagram model? Where she usually is very confident and never lets the hate and negative comments get to her but one day she caves and reads through them and starts feeling insecure, as if she doesn’t deserve Evan because she’s not thin and in shape, kind of getting distant and finally Evan is like what is up and basically makes her talk to him and she tells him and he gets so upset (not at her but at the situation) and he is like it doesn’t matter to me and tells her how effin beautiful she is and how he loves her curves and the extra cushion on her etc. not really angst but he’s very much “you’re going to listen to me” and “you don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t like and if I should or shouldn’t get to be with you, that’s my choice” if any of this makes sense??? Lol I just feel it’s very much something Evan would do in this situation but I can’t put it in words very well 😩 thank you lovely xx 💕

notes : god I'm so slow with the requests recently and I'm so sorry, am not in the best mental state rn so yea sorry again! Thanks for all the support and great ideas yall have given, rmb you are all greatly appreciated in life! <3

Okay just a little peak won’t hurt right? Wrong, it hurts Y/n a lot. Who knew she would go down this road again as she told herself she would never give in to reading them.

-

Back in highschool, Y/n was shamed for being big in size because everyone surrounding her was fit and curvy. She got bullied by those boys in her class every time she walked past them. All those negative remarks really affected her, she would always come home and just cry in the shower. Faking a smile everywhere she went, to say the least, those few years weren’t really nice to her. Until she found her worth and it changed her.

Y/n realised her worth and wouldn’t let anymore nasty comments get to her. She also decided to start eating healthier and exercise more regularly as she realised maybe her old diet wasn’t really the best. Y/n did this for her own health benefits and not to show people that she became ‘ skinnier ‘ as she had no interest in that. She was confident in the body she was living in and her confidence really earned her a lot. A wonderful career and a caring boyfriend.

Starting her modelling career really made her happy, she felt loved by the people around her and she even found a special person along the way. Evan really made her feel good about herself, he accepted Y/n for being herself. Whenever she was in doubt of herself Evan would prove her wrong. Even when she thought everything was perfect and was finally being accepted, so then Y/n read her comments on her first instagram modelling advertisement. Wrong move because it made her go back into that dark place, but thank god for Evan. He comforted her and told her she wasn’t impressing anyone and that it was her body. He made her feel safe again and Y/n swore to Evan she would never read those nasty comments again.

-

Well we’re back to square one aren’t we? 

Y/n couldn’t help herself, she started to feel insecure again and instead of discussing it with Evan, she went back to her comment sections. 

She caved, so when Evan wasn’t at home she locked the bathroom door and scrolled through the ugly things the internet said about her. Starting with her instagram account, going to her recent post she clicked the comment sections and her eyes were now exposed again.

‘ How did she even get this job? She’s literally so ugly ‘

‘ I think I can be the the face for Victoria Secret if she can get a modelling career ‘

‘ Does anyone actually take her seriously? ‘

‘ Bella hadid wannabe ‘

The comments were somehow worse than what it was before. Don’t these people realise that there is no difference if you are ‘ big ‘, ‘ small ‘ or ‘ perfect ‘ ? We are all bones and skeletons on the inside. Still, they managed to get into Y/n’s head, making her start to believe them. She also couldn’t stop reading them, it was like her drug. So she went to twitter next but she should have known that it was worse over there.

Y/n did the same process, but the comments in this app really made her doubt everything. The rude people were now coming at her for her relationship with Evan.

‘ There is no way she’s dating Evan ‘

‘ Okay I love Evan, but seriously is he blind? So many women in the world and he chose her? ‘

‘ Emma was definitely the prettier one, no doubt should've just stayed with her. ‘

Y/n vision blurred the more she scrolled, the whole bathroom filled with her sorrow. Her face was stained with ugly tears, crying until her eyes were all puffed up. The comments were starting to brainwash her, her thoughts making her insane. ‘ What if they’re right? ‘ ‘ Maybe I’m just a game for Evan to get over Emma, ' Y/n thought to herself. The world treated her differently just because society said her body type was hideous, and that was so unfair. 

The more she thought about those words, the more it affected her. Yea she could just stop thinking about it as everyone says, but it’s much easier said than done. It was like a drug, it was addicting. Once you start you can’t stop, no matter if it benefits you or harms you. So Y/n kept reading them, thinking maybe this was the truth, maybe to make her understand the hard and ugly truth. 

She kept reading the comments that were criticising their relationship, saying how Emma was a way better partner. Until she heard keys rattling and footsteps entering, she realised it was Evan coming back home from his grocery run. 

‘ No shit, Evan can’t know I relapsed. He’s going to be mad if he found out what I was reading about. ‘ Y/n mentally yelled at herself

She quickly got off the floor and rinsed her face so she would look fresher. Evan cannot know about what happened today, so she obviously didn’t speak a single word about the situation or how she was feeling. Instead she let her thoughts eat her up, making her think she didn’t deserve him. So of course it resolved to Y/n ignoring and avoiding Evan, but he started to notice it.

-

Y/n was getting cold and distant with Evan, he could tell as she smiled less around him and Y/n was always the lovey dovey type so when something was off Evan would know. He knows her like she was at the back of his hand, he could read her like an open book. Evan thought maybe she was just tired, but her coldness kept going on for days until he needed to break the silence.

During dinner today, he decided to confront the problem. Evan thought watching a movie while eating take-out would maybe bring them closer together and make Y/n feel more comfortable with confessing about what’s wrong. So that’s what he did, now they’re on the couch eating chinese take-out while watching a Marvel movie. The television screen shined onto them in the dark room, making Evan focus on Y/n’s face. The more he looked at her, the sooner he realised she looked absolutely tired. Tired of what he didn’t quite figure out yet, but she had dark eye bags and she looked like she’s completely fazed out, not even focusing on the movie. This was also her most adored Marvel movie, no matter how many times she watched it, Y/n would squeal over the same moments. Deciding this silence should be broken, Evan switched off the television and stood up to activate the lights.

“ Y/n what is wrong? You can’t hide it anymore, these few days just seem off. You aren’t yourself, but you also wouldn’t want to discuss what has been bothering you.” Evan frustratedly said

Y/n just sat there in guilt, guilty she had been caught and had to go through this all again. She never wanted to burden Evan with her stupid overthinking thoughts. He already had so much on his plate, Y/n didn’t want to add more and make it overflow. But she couldn’t change a determined Evan’s mind when he knew that something was wrong. So she just sat there, staring at the ground as a tear slipped out, resulting in a whole breakdown. Making Evan immediately soften and run to her side to comfort her.

“ Shh you’re alright, tell me what’s disturbing you when you're ready alright? Just breathe in and out to calm down first. “ Evan patted Y/n’s back

As Y/n’s sobs stopped and her breathing started to stabilise, she took one deep breath in and faced Evan. After her episode, she mustered up the courage to confess. The words came dripping out, Evan just listened, not interrupting once. Y/n told him everything, the insecurity to the comments and then to the doubt of their relationship because of how she looked. She could tell he was sad, his eyes were full of sorrow not for her thinking their relationship would fail, more of because of how she thought of herself. Y/n’s self-image made Evan feel like he failed in making her feel beautiful and think positively. 

“ Then I heard you coming back home and quickly washed up to seem fine. I’m sorry I kept this from you for so long, I just… didn’t want you to get mad I relapsed. “ Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she looked down.

Evan hooked his thumb under her chin and brought her face to look at him. He brushed off the remains of her tears, placing a kiss on each of her eyes. Y/n’s eyes were sore, tired from crying so much, Evan gave them each a kiss to warm them and assure them they aren’t going to spill anymore. Now it was time to reassure Y/n, to tell her the real truth. That she’s beautiful no matter what and that she won’t have to feel this way ever again.

“ Y/n, you’re going to listen to me.I know social media can be quite daunting and brainwashing sometimes. But you don’t need to listen to them, you just need to know that you are perfect inside and outside. The people in the screen haven’t even met you and already judged you, so don’t put so much thought into those strangers. Y/n, you are perfect and the sweetest person ever so don’t put a piece of mind to those who judged the books by their covers. They are just insecure themselves, that’s why they have to pull someone else down to feel better about themselves. And about the doubt in our relationship, you don’t have the right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. Like getting with you is my choice because I think you’re a wonderful lady, I love you Y/n. Plus I love your curves and cushion, it makes a nice pillow. “ Evan ended it with a joke, making Y/n giggle.

“ But- “

“ Nope no buts, no talking back because everything I said is true and I would never take it back.” 

A smile slowly formed onto her lips, who knew she could get this lucky with a man like Evan. Y/n snuggled her way into the crook of Evan’s neck, where it was safe and warm. He kissed the top of her head and mumbled.

“ Emma is nothing compared to you, you’re greater and everything she wasn’t. Now if you still don’t believe my love for you, let me show it to you. “

Evan grabbed the back of Y/n’s neck and made her look up into his darkened eyes. His gaze fell to her lips, oh was he drooling over the sight of her plumped red lips. Jeez was she not going to be able to walk the next day.

[crackinglamb]

Passage from chp. 63 of Wicked Game:

A thin waterfall fell from somewhere in the darkness above their heads, filling in a nearly perfect bowl shaped pool at the bottom. It steamed faintly like a hot spring, filling the area with a gentle fog. Clear glass globes were set into the rocks that he brought to life with a wave of his hand. In the farthest reach of the cave, she saw a shattered Eluvian, the frame now overgrown with moss. This wasn't just a safehouse, this was a remnant of Elvhenan lost to time just like so much else.

“Oh, Solas,” she breathed. He stood at her side with his jaw clenched as he looked over the space. Once it must have been beautiful, a tiny hidden grotto. She could see where plants must have grown, where the walls were once decorated. The images were so faded that she couldn't even pick out what they might have been. The Eluvian frame was small, just the right size to let people walk through it from wherever it originated. “What was it for?”

*bonk bonk* 😘

*bonk bonk* 😘 Oh, this scene...

(Let's see, it was posted in Nov '21, the headspace was very different than it is now.)

There are a lot of times when I remark that I'm not the one in charge of this story, I'm just the narrator. This was one of them. I wanted to set a scene up for Imogen and Solas where they could relate to each other, in terms of grief for things lost.

There's a lot happening in this section of WG - preparing for WEWH, a recent brush with the reality of what she's gotten herself into with Solas, all the sidequests between big Main Plotline Arcs - and tbh, I'd almost forgotten entirely that the Inq has to go to Crestwood to meet up with Hawke and the Warden contact. It was getting lost in the shuffle and I scrambled a bit to make this fit.

It actually started with Solas's network. All the nitty gritty of spies and agents and keeping them hidden in plain sight. (Thus the earlier bit with the literal cloak and daggers.) A natural progression of the worldbuilding was using the available terrain for safehouses/hiding spots, since there are few actual structures in that map that are still standing or aren't already inhabited by humans. But that area is riddled with caves. Huzzah! The setting!

Then to put a painful twist on it. Keeping in mind that Solas woke from uthenera, then immediately threw himself into his plans and then the Conclave explosion...he hasn't seen much of his current network in person. He doesn't know how much it's changed. He's still coming to terms with how much the world has changed. I wanted the reveal to be a shock to him. And of course, being in Imogen's POV, the reader sees it through her eyes first. She still sees the beauty in it, the fall from grace that nevertheless shows the backbone that went into it originally. But she's fully aware that to him, it's broken. A ruin. A reminder of everything he did and what it cost.

And Imogen is in an adjacent boat (as opposed to the same one). She is also cut off from the world she knew, the people, the comforts. She can't go back either. She must live on in the full knowledge that her life will never be the same again. In this respect, she's more resilient than he is. Then again, she's only 32 compared to his [redacted]. So while he's stupefied with guilt and grief, she's already figuring out how to show him a different perspective, to make a new set of memories that are far happier.

There were like, four layers of symbolism and metaphor here. And at least one layer of irony (did you contemplate the cycle of change here, Solas? Did you?). And very deliberately so. I wanted this part to gut punch. Although for me, the real gut punch comes with the story she tells him of Earth.

Then it was just a matter of how to set the stage, as it were. Imogen wanted a shower, so a waterfall it was. Old magic and blending into the natural landscape and the sense of timelessness all came together in that grotto. The rest wrote itself.

From this post. Askbox is still open.

[gnome-friend]

So; I think a few of the color identities don't quite match up with the creature types. Here are my thoughts:

First, these color identities are not based primarily on the philosophical ideals of each color, since most non-human animals are probably motivated by the green ideal of survival, with some having white or red goals and very few having blue or black.

White ☀️ is the color of structure and working together. As such I think that especially social creatures are best represented by it.

Blue 💧is the color of elemental air and water. So creatures which regularly fly or swim are associated with it.

Black 💀 is the color of the night, perfect for nocturnal creatures.

Red 🔥 is the color of elemental earth and fire, and while there aren't many fiery forest creatures; there are lots who burrow.

Green 🌳 is the color of plant growth, and forests are defined by trees. So I believe that tree-climbing creatures best belong here.

Using these modified color identities, I have an alternate "guilding" system for small forest creatures -

☀️💧 Is a good fit for songbirds; the bird creature type is way too big but this would be a reasonable creature type size. These birds make territories and sing during the summer and form flocks to cache and search for food during the winter. WU is primary in flying, which is perfect for these little winged friends. They have a complex inter-species social structure by which they warn each other of danger and discover food, and many migrate through the seasons.

☀️💀 Does work pretty well for bats. The microbats of holarctic forests are nocturnal and usually roost together in caves or tree holes. White is primary in flying and black is secondary, and lifelink has gone on a lot of bats historically due to association with vampires (obviously no vampire bats in these sorts of habitats, but not too great of a stretch).

💧💀 Is a kind of tricky color combination. It could be good for raccoons, frogs, or corvids, but I think we really need a spot for raptors. Owls are nocturnal and, along with hawks and falcons, are the main aerial predators of the forest. Since blue is primary in flying and black is secondary, and flash is a good mechanic for representing surprise attacks on unsuspecting prey, this color combination is where these birds fit best.

💧🔥Otters, which MTG has placed here, are not particularly common in most forests, while frogs (including toads) are very abundant. While true tree frogs are common in tropical forests, in the holarctic far more frogs burrow than climb. As such, a UR color identity fits slightly better while allowing GU to be a much better fit for another creature type.

💀🔥One creature type which is widely ignored but which makes up a huge fraction of the small mammals in the woods are shrews (along with moles and hedgehogs). These tiny predators rest in burrows during the day and search voraciously for bugs and worms at night. Menace (and deathtouch on the black ones given their venom) would work well as keywords for them. While "insectivorans" or "eulipotyphlans" would be the taxonomic names for this batch, I think some more recognizable name would be needed.

💀🌳 I don't know why the trend of black-aligned squirrels began in Unstable, but squirrels are neither "evil" nor for the most part nocturnal. A much better fit would be cats, including wildcats, lynx, and bobcats. Magic has typically used white for cats, but this is based on anthropomorphized lions, not small cats like these. But as nocturnal, climbing, predators of rodents and songbirds, cats fit quite well in this spot.

🔥🌳 There is so clearly a better color pairing for raccoons (see below) that I don't know why they were put here. I think a better option would be weasels (also martens and ferrets). They're impulsive and excitable burrowing and climbing predators who would do well with haste.

🔥☀️ I think that mice have been put in a good spot, but that this should include voles and rats as well. It's definitely odd that rats and mice are considered wildly different yet tigers and housecats are all "cats." Anyway, small ground-dwelling rodents do tend to spend most of their time in burrows and some species are social. RW is also the best color combination for making lots of tokens, which can symbolize these critters' high reproductive rate.

🌳☀️ While very few tree-climbing species are particularly social, squirrels do their best to be organized, which is another white trait. These abundant arboreal rodents could create food tokens for storage, and, while all forest creatures are vigilant, diurnal ones who spend their time out in the open have to be especially so.

🌳💧 And finally there's GU, the colors of curiosity and exploration. While raccoons are nocturnal and there would be some justification for putting them in UB, I think their constant poking into anything interesting really exemplifies the philosophical color identity of GU more than most non-human animals can. Saboteur abilities would go very well on them.

I realize that I skipped rabbits, badgers, lizards, and snakes, but these creature types tend to be rarer in temperate forests than most of the others listed and it's impossible to fit everything.

So to answer your question, probably a UG raccoon.

Tired: Whats your Ravnica Guild?

Wired: Whats your Bloomburrow Fursona?

Azorius Birds ☀️💧

Orzhov Bats ☀️💀

Boros Mice ☀️🔥

Selesnya Rabbits ☀️🌳

Dimir Rats 💧💀

Izzet Otters 💧🔥

Simic Frogs 💧🌳

Rakdos Lizards 💀🔥

Golgari Squirrels 💀🌳

Gruul Raccoons 🔥🌳

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[trishmishtree]

I finally caved and made the lazy regency stays

It's not that I'm keeping track or anything, but I think this is my 4th attempt at regency stays.

The first time, I made short stays because I figured it would be easy since I wouldn't need to fiddle with the fit over the hips. They turned out fine, and are serviceable. But I think I made the bust cups too deep for my bust size, because the top edge of the stays comes considerably higher up than mid-bust, so it forms a hard ridge that shows through my regency gowns that I had to sew a separate bodiced petticoat to hide.

Then I tried twice to make the Bernhardt stays. The first time failed, for a number of reasons that I detailed here, including the fact that you can't really scale up the pattern correctly when you have scoliosis in your thoracic spine. I also had issues with fitting the bust gores, which is an issue I have with any c0rset that involves bust and hip gores instead of shaped panels. See, the problem is that I have a very, very small chest, so I always felt like I had to take a deep breath and hold it while wearing and trying on stays/mockups. Because if I let that breath out or slouched, my bust would just slither past the bottom point of the bust gores and disappear and flatten into the stays. On my second attempt at the Bernhardt stays, the only way I could get it to work was to just omit the bust cups entirely and use the underbust version of the pattern with the top edge of the stays stabilized by straight-grain tape. It works, but these stays are back-lacing and a pain in the rear to get myself into. I haven't timed it, but I'm pretty sure it takes my at least 5 minutes to adjust the lacing behind me to get the damned thing on, and then I spend another 5 minutes fussing with them because they loosen, and then my bust threatens to slither down again.

So finally, I caved and made the "C0rset a la Paresseuse" which crosses in the back and ties in the front. And lo and behold, just like every other costumer has said, this thing is a game changer. Amazing how stays that are marketed for comfort and ease of travel and uh...invalids...would work so well for a 21st century person with scoliosis who is currently battling a case of costochondritis, innit? Almost like that was the whole point....

I can't show pictures of my in the stays because...I don't think it would be a decent thing to take pictures of? But they are perfect. They give the exact silhouette that I've been trying to achieve through all my previous attempts at regency stays. And they take all of 10 seconds to put on by myself. Like I said. Game changer.

The only problem that this stays pattern didn't solve for me was the aforementioned issue with my bust trying to slither past the bust cups and flatten out. Which, like I've said, is a problem I have with all c0rsets where you have to cut a slit and insert a bust gore, and is more of a me problem than a problem with the pattern.

Turns out, the solution is to add some quilting to the stays so that the bust cups are outlined by cording and for a shelf for your bust to sit on, sort of like the underwire of a bra. The extra stitching along that outline, especially just under the bust, also acts like stay-stitching to stabilize that area and keep it from stretching out, so that my bust can't slither down past it. It's almost like folks back then put cording into their c0rsets in those exact places for a reason.......

I also learned that cording by hand is actually really easy. I can't believe I've never attempted it before, but now I want to do allllll the cording. I might even make one of those 1830s fan-lacing corded c0rsets just for fun, even though I hate 1830s fashion and have no plans to make any costumes from that era.

[shiroikabocha]

(tmi post - thoughts about dildos) (but like a specific dildo not just the general platonic concept of dildos)

damn. I like the Share double-ended dildo I got from Fun Factory, but it’s really heavy and the bulb on the wearer’s end is just too big to comfortably fit inside me—which sucks because I am a freak who enjoys doing things like Fucking My Wife 😢

so I was super excited to read about Fun Factory’s redesigned Share Lite. We responded to customer feedback—yay!—and we’ve added a lightweight core to reduce the overall weight of the toy—YES!—and also redesigned the hinge to make switching positions more fun and seamless—PERFECT!!!—We streamlined the shape of the receiver’s end to more easily facilitate anal play—YES GOOD THAT IS HELPFUL—and we widened the wearer’s end for a tighter feeling of fullness—noooooooooooo 😭

all respect to the Size Royalty but some of us can’t smuggle an entire kilo of cocaine in the basement, you feel me? I look with respect and awe upon those deep, impressive Wind Cave* vaginas but I myself am possessed of a mere NYC studio apartment, I do not have the storage space for this

please, sex toy companies, can I have a double-ended dildo capable of being wielded by my itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka dot vagina? pretty please? surely I’m not the only potential customer who likes Vaginal Penetration Sometimes But Only A Very Small Amount And Ideally I Am Also Topping At The Same Time? (unless I am???)

*I thought this was the largest cave system in North America, but a quick google search implies that my information may be outdated or just plain incorrect. Currently recognized as the densest cave system, “greatest passage volume per cubic mile”— anyway point is some vaginas can fit a lot in them and I am impressed as hell and very jealous of people for whom two fingers does not even begin to constitute “a lot”, like Damn son you could age so much cheese in there, like commercial cheese quantities, there’s just scads of room, meanwhile I’m over here with my fuckin Compact Cars Only parking space; the vast diversity of forms that constitute biological life on this planet is amazing and also unfair

[owlbearclaws]

So I'm writing a short story.

I'd love for people to give it a read and see what they think. It's been a dream of mine to write a book. Feel free to leave me your thoughts in my inbox.

TW: death, child death, funerals, bombings, depression

The Hell We Create

Prologue -- Three Years Ago 

The drumming of hooves and the scraping of wooden wheels kept the dark thoughts at bay. It was also raining heavily, I might add. Thunder cracked loudly in the distance, then over our heads, making my chest vibrate. It fit the mood to the tee. There was a funeral taking place. Not just any funeral--my mother, my brother, and my baby sister. Technically three funerals but the Priests thought it were better for the public to see just one sad day. I beg to differ. The country should see three sad days that were my family’s dead bodies marched through the Town Square. They should see the bodies too, see how they were bruised and beaten. I can still remember two days ago sitting and identifying my family in the morgue underneath the Church. 

I stood there in the mud and the dead grass at the gravesites already, accompanied by only immediate family. I stood a distance aways, near the brown and grey of the stones zig zagging along the street at the base of the cemetery. I didn’t want to be bothered by hearing how sorry people were for me, how it would get better with time. No. I didn’t want to hear that. I wanted this town to catch on fire. I wanted the earth to swallow me and everyone in this continent into the abyss. I wanted the sweetest feeling of them all when it comes to this sort of thing. Vengeance. Or retribution. I had always tried to keep a kernel of hope in my head at all times. For my brother, for my sister. 

My thoughts cleared as I saw the three carriages cresting the hill to the cemetery. I took a deep breath and forced it out in a huff. I wore a piece of black lace fabric that covered my whole face. It was attached to an atrocious and hideous hat that my brother found in the dump behind a posh tavern a couple blocks from our cottage. Happy birthday sis. I heard his voice clear as a sunny day, bright and full of happiness on the evening of my twenty-fifth summer this year. My throat closed for the hundredth time today.  

 The aunt on my mother’s side had gotten my long wavy black hair braided to one side before we left home. The pants I wore were a tight pair of black leather breeches; the overcoat I wore was buttoned just so there was a flap settling between and against my thighs.  I brushed my hands down my black corset, the slightly ruffled undershirt a beige color I absolutely hated scratched at my collarbone. All hand-me-downs, like I gave a shit. But to wear a little bit of white at a funeral meant purity to be brought over into the next life for the deceased. All bullshit, I thought vehemently.  

The sounds of neighing brought me out of the jog in my head, having jumped a little as the first of the carriages stopped in front of me on the cobblestone road leading from the Town Square. The first one was especially small. Too small. My eyes burned and a pit formed in my stomach. The next two caskets in the next carriages were normal sized.  

“Focus, you can do this.” I whispered to myself, an obvious quiver in my words. The hell I could. I broke apart when I first saw their bodies. I began walking to the three open holes in the ground. One of them, again...too small. 

My baby sister, Rhodie. Dear Gods... She had five winters behind her. Five. I couldn’t describe the words and the rage that engulfed me that day, at the state of absolute gore and horror her tiny body was. The udder violence I had wanted to invoke upon the people who’d done this, plus the whole world, was catching my breath to this very moment. I might not breathe again. 

My older brother, Tyrus. His head was caved in on his left side, the one side where his only “good” eye remained, fused with his skull. I believe he would say this weather would be perfect for our funerals. They had given me his right prosthetic eye at the morgue. It was beautiful, I had always thought so. Where the whites of the eye normally were, a stunning shade of blue marble shone brightly, as the pupil were a vivid yellow. Odd combination, I told him many times. But I always got the same answer; a lopsided chuckle and, “but I love marble, plus blue and yellow are my favorite colors.” Although we were not royal—we weren’t hurting that bad, though there were moments we all felt ashamed of. But Tyrus had high hopes for our family. Father had always pushed those ideas away, either by flinging a wooden bowl or something made of clay at my brother’s head—I glance down at his prosthetic eye being held on for dear life in the palm of my hand--or shouting at him to not give your sister petty thoughts for later in life. My father was to blame for a lot of things. Mainly everything that happened to us. He was after all the next in line to the throne, we were just his bastard family that he was required to check up on every week. 

My mother, Ingwyn. We didn’t have the best relationship, but it was there, nonetheless. She had cared for me, loved me to her best abilities. I think. But I was well aware I was not the favorite, also well aware of her mental instabilities. My brother almost always got whatever he wanted; my baby sister hadn’t understood, didn’t get the time to understand anything really. But her cries at night with colic were evidence enough that my mother told me she will just sweat it out or cry it out and she'll be fine. I was always there for her. Not my mother. Never my mother with Rhodie. 

The sounds of chanting and praying followed shortly after the horses stopped and huffed restlessly, blowing a thick fog out into the rainy air. Priests, clerics, and all kinds of clergy men were singing in a low baritone melody, if it could be called that. It sounded more like they were about to summon a demon. The clergy women stood behind me, around ten at least had followed the Priests and the rest here. Their robes were white and yellow. Pure and light. The clergy women wore black and white. Death and life. The main Priest had what looked to be twenty scarves wrapped around his head, the same colors as they wore, same as the main clergy woman who stood at my other side a few feet away. Their presence was supposed to be reassuring to most people in this country, but it was far from the feeling or thought where I was concerned. Then I heard the thumping, loud. A line of military men filed about to take six to a carriage. Well, two for one carriage. I gritted my teeth. Hard. How dare they. How dare the royal family send out these people who were more or less responsible for my family’s deaths. I almost combusted right then and there; I might have if it hadn’t been raining. The military uniform consisted of the same colors; black tunics with yellow or orange embroidering their lining or pockets, along with black pairs of matching pants and black rain combat boots. They wore their fucking armor, the cowards. The shin guards were nothing fancy, just metal plates overlapping one another and indents here and there, having belts around the whole calf to buckle to their boots to ensure they don’t slip. The thigh guards were practically the same things, but intricate lines of details wove up and around and disappears near the groin area. The chest plates were impressive though; it looked like they were part dragon. The shoulder pieces came out and spiked up instead of lowering to protect their shoulders. The helmets had horns adjacent to a dragon’s as well. I never understood their armor, there were weak spots everywhere. 

One of the military officers, maybe the captain of the outfit, planted the country flag at each grave that had our nation’s crest sewn into them; a dragon spiraling along a sword, but the sword came out of the dragon’s mouth from the underside of its chin and split through its head. I shuddered, never understood that either. Dragons had gone extinct eons ago. Wyverns however... 

“Don’t worry, Wenlyth, this shouldn’t take very long,” I jolted out of whatever was going on in my head as a somber feminine voice came from beside me, my reflects already taunt with tension and being on my guard, but I remained still. But I sighed through my nose as I slowly turned my head to my best friend, Neril, who stood there. She looked as beautiful as ever with her burgundy hair tightly wound in a bun high upon her head, her black dress cinched in around her curves. I would be lying to say that I haven’t been jealous of Nel from time to time. She was shorter than I was, but not by much. I was always a tall girl, standing at five feet and nine inches, but she was always there to kick at the bullies in school who made fun of me for it, still down to this day from time to time—I still welcomed it gladly. The white she wore was a pearl bracelet my brother had given her as a gift on their fifth-year wedding anniversary. My eyes started to mist over; my vision instantly blurry. Nel noticed and she laced her arm through mine, giving it a squeeze. I gave her a half-assed smile that would never have fooled her and turned to watch the men take the caskets out of the carriages. 

The military was now beginning to lower my mother’s coffin first, almost dropping her as a rope slipped from one of the soldiers’ hands that was slick with the rain, the head of the coffin slamming into the dirt. A laugh almost bubbled up in me, feeling a bit on the manic side now. I focused on the low chanting of the clergy men and women, promising paradise and glory to those dead before them, but I wasn’t listening for that. Oh no. I was going to fall apart any second now. 

They lowered my brother’s coffin, trying to be more careful this time around. All went smoothly as the dirt made a squelching noise as the weight sank into the wet earth. Lightning cracked overhead, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I can’t do this...  

Rhodie was next. The two officers lowered her tiny coffin into the hole, the weight didn’t even sink. I finally let out the sob I felt like I'd been holding back since the day I was at the morgue. As I did, lightning cracked again, but it didn’t bother me. Hell, I barely heard it over the wail that came out of me. My knees finally gave out and I fell sideways into Nel, who caught me with ease. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, clutching me to her as hard as she could. It wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough.  

After a few minutes of weeping, I had finally heard the Priest clear his throat and asked in that raspy old, aged voice of his, “Wenlyth, would you care to say something or pass something along with your family?” His voice was gentle, so I finally stood up and walked over to the open graves.  

I couldn’t say anything. There was nothing to say, but maybe later when I wrote in my journal. I’d write them letters; we didn’t have the time or the luxury of nice weather to stand here and listen to me ramble. So, I pulled out the three white roses I had stored in my hat, and I went by each coffin. First my mother, I threw the rose onto her coffin. She didn’t get to have what I had to give to my siblings. Next was Tyrus, I kneeled in front of the hole and placed the rose on the lettering of his name carved into the wood. I pulled my hand back and pressed a kiss to my lips, then placed it on top of his name. In the afterlife, my brother, I will see you again. I will be with you and Rhodie sooner than you think. 

Finally, Rhodie. I gasped a sob back down my throat as I kneeled on both knees in front of her grave. It was barely as long as my leg. The tears fell as I placed the rose softly on her name and gave her the same kiss, but it lasted a little bit longer, as I had closed my eyes and remembered her shining smile and beautiful blue eyes giggling up at me. The memory faded as I opened my eyes and whispered, “In the afterlife, my baby girl. I shall meet you there.”  

Rising from where I knelt, I started walking back to Nel. But I paused my stride, and something made me turn to look back at the graves. I bunched up my eyebrows as I surveyed the landscape, but I heard a hissing sound. Then I heard a loud boom in the distance, the ground quaking beneath me, as I jerked my head toward the sound. A mushroom cloud had already formed above the general vicinity as the royal palace. I thought it looked strange, yet pretty, as green was swirling through the smoke like a twister forming. Old Magic. 

“Bombs!” a military officer screamed; the uniformed cowards scattered. Turning back to where I heard the hissing noise, I started panicking. I shut down all of my other senses to focus on it. Then something happened that I would not wish on my worst enemy: all three coffins exploded as it rained broken, chipped, and splintered wood all around us. One huge piece came whistling passed my head. But it wasn’t all at the same time, it was one by one, leaving my sister last. The shock wave had me flying back several feet, my whole body colliding painfully with a carriage that held one of my family members, having rocked it off wheels from the cobblestone some odd inches. Whiplash caused my head to fly back and hit my head on the doorknob. There were definitely cracking sounds as searing pain laced through my whole being, especially in my spine. I heard ringing in my ears, darkness surrounded my vision. I looked up, and the last thing I saw was my brother’s head rolling towards me to stop in front of my feet, a plume of black and green smoke blurred in the distance where their graves now lay cratered.  

My vision finally went black, my body turning jelly-like as I passed out. 

[appliancestrends]

Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet: The Ultimate Space-Saving Solution

In the world of kitchen appliances, a Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet is the unsung hero that offers an ideal blend of compactness and functionality. If you’re in search of a space-saving, versatile, and efficient cooling solution for your home, office, or dorm room, look no further. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the key features, benefits, and creative applications of a Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet. Discover why this compact appliance has been gaining popularity and why it’s the perfect choice for modern lifestyles.

The Allure of Compact Cooling

Space Optimization

One of the most compelling reasons to consider a Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet is its space-saving design. Unlike traditional full-sized refrigerators, this compact marvel can fit into tight spaces and corners without taking up precious real estate in your living area. Its slim profile makes it an ideal addition to dorm rooms, small apartments, or even your home office.

Energy Efficiency

These mini fridges are not only space-efficient but also energy-efficient. With their smaller size, they consume significantly less power compared to their larger counterparts. This means you can keep your beverages and snacks cool without worrying about skyrocketing energy bills.

Versatility and Convenience

Multi-Functional Storage

A Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet offers more storage space than you might think. It features adjustable shelves and compartments that can accommodate a variety of items, from tall bottles to leftover containers. This versatility allows you to keep your drinks, fruits, and snacks organized and within easy reach.

Portability

Whether you’re a college student or a professional on the go, the portability of a Mini Fridge 4.5 Cubic Feet is a game-changer. You can effortlessly move it from room to room, or even take it with you on road trips. The convenience of having your refrigerated items with you wherever you go is unbeatable.

Creative Applications

Work and Office Spaces

For those who work from home or have a dedicated home office, a Mini Fridge can be a lifesaver. It keeps refreshments close at hand, eliminating the need for frequent trips to the kitchen. Plus, it’s the perfect solution for storing lunch, snacks, and beverages without cluttering your workspace.

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Many Mini Fridges 4.5 Cubic Feet come equipped with advanced temperature control features. You can customize the cooling settings to suit your needs, whether it’s for chilling beverages or preserving food items at the perfect temperature.

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These mini fridges are designed for quiet operation. Whether it’s in your bedroom or office, you won’t be disturbed by the constant hum of a traditional refrigerator.

[kyupidos]

08/25/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

another man’s treasureヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘your lover would search the seven seas for a gift suitable for you ( and could, too. ).’

characters. octavinelle : azul ashengrotto , jade leech , floyd leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), a teeny mention of death/a corpse in jade’s part but it’s meant to be interpreted like a dollar store pirate skeleton, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. i just experienced four days straight worth of tours, so pardon me if my writing isn’t the best right now, whoopsie. also!! i believe i’ve seen a post similar to this, and i was inspired by it, but i can’t find it for the life of me so if you find it please lmk!! but anyway.. please enjoy!!

a. ashengrotto

— as the octopus he always has been, azul would take his plentiful time searching for something, anything really, that would be fit for one such as yourself. well actually, not just anything; he doesn’t want to just show you his heart, but everything that will tell you that he knows and loves you dearly.

— so, he searches the coral sea looking for a gift for you. not everything that he encounters is something worthy of you, he catches on quite quickly. some of the things he comes across as he searches abandoned shipwrecks are things that should never see your sight, especially under the claim that they were from him to you. too fragile and old, too dangerous to fit as a gift, too so-not-interesting-enough-for-you.

— when he isn’t spending valuable time searching for a nice gift for you, he’s refreshing himself on the things you like and the activities you involve yourself in. with the amount of effort he was putting in, it was of course inevitable he would find you something—and, indeed he did. within a shipwreck, though more intact than others and smaller in size, an unscatched treasure chest was hidden inside.

— slowly breaking away at the padlock that was already rusted and fragile, as to not damage the insides, he carefully opened the chest to be greeted with beautiful jewelry. intricately designed with much detail, but not poorly done so it’s an eyesore. a little outdated, but enough to be antique and valuable instead of rotting and equivalent to nothing. and what was more, subtly hidden in the design was little octopi carvings that you wouldn’t notice unless you were outright looking for it.

— he could only hope that you would appreciate such a gift.

j. leech

— swimming around in his eelform delightfully, you suddenly came to mind—so what else could jade do, but find something for him to come to your mind as well? hours he’d spend, diligently lurking around the depths of his he coral sea to find something that he figured would suit your tastes well enough. though unsurprisingly, finding the perfect gift within seconds would prove to be quite impossible.

— but, it doesn’t matter. he’s motivated, and he’s ready to gift you something to prove his love and devotion to you. not like he hasn’t already; he just wants an excuse to give you something. so, continuously for days on end whenever he has free time, he ventures through the sea to find something that he would be proud to give to you, the one he treasures so dearly.

— eventually, he came to the decision to search an underwater cave nearby some rubble, no doubt the remnant of a ship whose passengers didn’t make it to their homeland. as he ventured through the cave, careful as to not get trapped inside, he came across a small trail of pearls, and as he further inspected the trail only to see the pearls being replaced by tears of clothing, he ignored it, giddily stealing the pearls for himself, and then soon, for you.

— most likely, the pearls belonged to someone who was on the aforementioned ship before it sank, and they tried to swim away, unknowing to where they were swimming. no matter, perhaps they shouldn’t have been so poorly sighted. he wasn’t quite exactly sure what to do with the pearls at first, but as he strung them onto a thin string to gift them to you as a necklace, he admired the way they shined brightly like the moon above the land surely did.

— perhaps, it’d serve to show that though he is a merman, he’d be more than willing to go to the moon and back to show his love for you.

f. leech

— it started off as a random thought that plagued his mind. ‘why not search all your favorite places to find the best gift for the best partner in the whole world?’ and though it was just that, a random passing thought, floyd being floyd’s second thought was to spring into action. so of course, he began immediately.

— where he’d go when he was feeling peckish, places he would visit whenever he was feeling particularly mischievous and wanted to prank some people. if it was a place he’d visit more often than not, he’d search around to find something he’d like to give to you. right off the bat, most things he found were things he’d consider boring—so he knew you wouldn’t like said things.

— however with his sudden burst of energy, and especially since this is something related to you, he’s motivated himself more than usual to find something interesting enough. though if he ended up getting bored before finding whatever it was he was looking for, then he promised himself he’d do you something later. luckily enough, it never came to that, as eventually he stumbled across a vast variety of sea shells hidden within the sand.

— now his interest piqued, he observed a little closer; thus to find that the shells matched your respective color pallets quite nicely. so, he could make a little something for himself so that when he looks at it he sees you in it, and a little something for you, so that when you look at it, you see him in it.

— with this, you’d undoubtedly be on his mind, plaguing his thoughts so.

[mancaveideass]

How To Choose The Perfect Pool Table - mancaveideas.net

Creating The Ultimate Man Cave ? What could be better than having a man cave of your very own? A place where you can relax, play pool, and enjoy the company of your closest friends. It's every man's dream! But how do you create the perfect man cave with the ideal pool table? Don't 

Different Pool Table Types

The best mini pool table is an excellent choice if you want something small and affordable. It offers plenty of fun and can fit in even the tightest spaces. If you're looking for something more versatile, a best air hockey pool table combo or a best ping pong pool table combo might be what you need. They're perfect multitaskers that provide hours of entertainment without taking up too much room. Both styles come in a variety of shapes. 

Size Matters: How To Choose The Right Pool Table For Your Space

Choosing the right size pool table for your man cave is essential. If it's too big, you won't be able to play comfortably; if it's too small, you won't be able to easily access all parts of the table. 

Measure your space and ensure you get the best pool table that fits your area - one that's not too big or too small. Additionally, pay attention to the cover material, as this plays a vital role in protecting your pool table from wear and tear. 

The best material for a pool table cover is usually leather, as it provides good protection and gives the room a classy look. Finally, make sure to level the pool table correctly. 

Calculating Costs Of Quality Tables

The cost of a quality pool table isn't something to be taken lightly. But if you're willing to invest a bit of money in it, you can find yourself with an incredible piece of furniture that will last for years and bring hours of entertainment. There are a few things to consider when calculating the cost of your pool table. 

First, the best color for pool table felt  is typically green or blue. Other colors are available but may not be as aesthetically pleasing as these two shades. 

Additionally, when looking at the bumpers, you want to ensure they're rubber and not plastic. The best bumpers have an excellent rebound and won't break easily. 

Finally, the best pool table balls are usually made from phenolic resin; this material is durable and will last longer than any other type. 

Practical Tips To Increase Durability

When choosing a pool table, it's essential to consider the materials used in its construction. You want something that will last and withstand wear and tear over time. Quality is critical, so look for tables made from solid wood rather than particle board or other composite materials. Consider adding a man cave shed ideas and felt top for an extra layer of protection and a quality cushion for maximum durability.

You also want to take precautions to ensure the table stays in good condition. Ensure it's placed on a level surface, away from direct sunlight and moisture, so that warping does not occur over time. 

Additionally, use coasters when placing drinks on the table and wipe up any spills immediately, as this can damage the felt surface over time if left unchecked.

Choosing the right pool table is an important decision that should be taken seriously. With some thoughtful consideration and research into everything from size and cost to materials and maintenance tips, I'm sure you'll be able to find the perfect man cave pool table for your space.

[stxnekxng]

"I hate you sometimes."

A hefty sigh escaping the male, turning his gaze towards the nearest cave entrance. More or less extremely exasperated at this point, ears twitching slightly since the other had all but yelled like it was something to be triumphant about. That and also now the cat was actually out of the bag and Usiku was rushing out. If he felt small before he felt pint sized compared to him now. The amount of jokes that could follow given how perfect height he was to a certain aspect of the other. He stayed that size for a very good reason afterall.

"Don't. Pick me up. Please." Tail lashing a bit at the fact he's basically revealed like this. His magic won't work and frankly he's unable to size up properly at this point. Grumbling a bit as he shakes his head. He wanted to reveal this another way but...not like he could change it now. Instead just moving to instead hop up to one of the nearby rocks, atleast putting him height wise with Sunny. Somewhat. "I will accept hugs. But I will throw a fit if either of you try to pick me up like this. Unless you ask first."

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"I uhh...havent...shown him that...yet." His magic sparks in his claws, unwilling to listen to him as his heart still races like a wardrum. He swore sometimes the other could be downright terrifying even when he didn't mean to be. Shaking his head slightly as the small simian attempts to try and wrap the edges of the magic around himself again and frowns when it doesn't work. Pouting a bit as he sighs.

"But I guess he's about to since he might be listening." As he kicks aside a pebble.