#portrait mode ate

[emjcarr]

Never knew if this post was good enough because I look pissed lmao I swear it’s the sun! depth of field was stunning though, my mom ate that up

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[witchofthesouls]

Do you know of the Ancient Greek courtesan who was on trial but was pardoned because she flashed the court her breasts and said some Mr hint along the lines of “it would be a crime to destroy these perfect creations.”

You cannot tell me that this doesn’t have LL Giant ! Liaison shenanigans written all over it!

(Thank you, anon, for that joy. Humans be humans, even thousands of years ago. For anyone else's interest, it's Phryne the Thespian. Her beauty was so famed that she is credited to inspire many influential works, such as Praxiteles' Aphrodite of Cnidus and Apelles' Aphrodite Anadyomene. In that trial, she was acquitted when her breasts were exposed. It was argued her great beauty was shaped by the Gods, so it would be blasphemous to kill or imprison their work.)

You're jogging after Ultra Magnus' back. Despite your increased size, that mech is still massive with long legs that ate the ground with each quick step.

He quickly gets you inside the captain's office and immediately locks it down. Rodimus is at his desk, datapads all over the place, even on the floor, and he brightens up at visitors, hands stopping from carving deeper into the desk.

Ultra Magnus' clears his intake in a very pointed manner, chin darting to a specific point in the room.

"Roddy, what the fuck!?"

Over the fish tank, there's a new portrait. Back home, it wouldn't be too risque. Something on the scale of sexy pin-up on a magazine cover in the grocery store, but you've been around Cybertronians long enough that it's considered hedonistic.

It's set inside of a car alt-mode with the obvious Autobot insignia on the steering wheel and sprawled across the front bench seat is the focal point.

From their standards, there's an obscene amount of fabric, a rich Autobot-red, pooling beneath bare legs and caressing the plush leather. The legs are bent and thrown across the dashboard and seat, and sharp high-heels bite into the leather, showcasing pressure and leverage as the other is resting through the wheel. The artist is familiar enough with the concept of nail polish since the same vivid red is painted across toes and fingernails.

The top of the garment is being loosened with one hand pulling it to the side, flashing and teasing with more bare flesh covered with lace, ribbons hanging loose. A gloved hand is about to pull off the tactical mask. A slow, sensual tease of contradiction. Vulnerable and willingly taking off the only protective piece.

Even with the obscured face, it isn't hard to figure out it's you.

You are, quite literally, the only human on board the spaceship, and the fucking subject is a human with your damn heels you used in one of the modeling classes.

"You like?" Rodimus' spoiler bounces excitedly. "Sunstreaker said I'm getting better with movement, and it's my best work yet!"

"There's more," you and Ultra Magnus' words overlap with different tones: curious disbelief and resigned trepidation.

Of course, Rodimus pulls out a datapad from the bottom, the stack wobbling dubiously before settling, and rushes over to show off his progress.

"Rodimus," Ultra Magnus sighs. "this is against the Autobot Code: Article-"

"Wait!" You interrupt, stalling from flipping through more sketches of your poses and his random exercises. "There's rules about that?"

"Yes," the ever-serious Duly Appointed Enforcer spoke.

"Yeah, but Article 369 is about commercialized pieces, Mags." Rodimus crows, pointing at his work with a thumb. "And that beauty is done by my own servos."

You and Ultra Magnus shared a moment that Roddy could look up official doctrines, and the taller mech deeply sighs. "No. It violates the article 343 on the conduct of offices. As well as Article 34 for the violation of improper licensing on artistic production."

You're seeing the loophole that a "scandalous" piece can be placed in a private setting that isn't for public view, but you're not saying anything about that.

[eldritch-araneae]

I know it's stupid, but can I do the Bumblebee Week later? My depression is so bad right now I barely can draw. And putting out 7 arts in a week is just not possible for me.

I also have thoughts about quitting Big Bang, but I can't do this, since I'm paired with an artist. Idk what should I do. Bc idk when this will pass , I'm not prescribed anything or have a therapy bc psychiatrist needs a lot of tests.

But I also need money for next visit ( bc some tests did ate my money), so I would have to open few portrait comms ( and only them, that's all I can handle atm). If you wanna help out and donate a dollar, I have Bооsty in my pinned post.

So far my visit to the clinic was suprisisngly good (tho again, I'm coming to them for depression which is easy mode compared to ADHD or cPTSD), but we will see.

[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 2: In Which I am A Rollercoaster Made of Flesh

I awoke today in the genuinely very comfortable confines of my Lisbonese room, well rested and raring to go. I know. I was confused, too.

Of the many vagrant resolutions I seem to have silently made whilst on this trip, the final and possibly most key to my enjoyment was to not get too bogged down in admin. Quite often I would find myself on previous journeys, sitting cross-legged under a blanket, refusing to leave my apartment until the day's blog entry had been completed and uploaded, which would often take deep into the afternoon, owing to my perfectionism and penchant for being easily distracted by video games or interesting patches of wall. Not so, this time, however! I had decided, I would put a pause on whatever writing or doodling I was in the middle of at exactly 10:30am, go out for an adventure and then return to finish it later, much less alert and capable of doing so, in the evening.

And so, I found myself somehow, by some miracle, putting down my laptop at ...11:15am – Obviously there's going to be an adjustment period to these things – in order to go outside and have a big, nice look around for this expensive holiday that I paid for. What a brave soul I am.

First though, I would need breakfast. All I had available to me was the remnants of last night's dinner which, as unpleasant as they were, then, had become even less appetising, having been left to congeal overnight. So that's what I ate. Nearly 24 hours later, I still feel quite sick from it. I never claimed to make good choices.

With my guts screeching in protest at being fed pickles and garlic at eleven in the morning, I left, desperately hoping that I wouldn't immediately shit myself, the moment I stepped outside. Which I didn't. Champion.

My day was to consist of fairly standard vagrant fare; a big walk up a hill and around the city followed by a flurry of weird museums. Lovely stuff.

I began my day with a walk up to the nearby Senhora Do Monte viewpoint to have a good old gawk at the city from above, imagining I was a friendly kestrel on the look-out for a Portuguese boy to befriend. The path to the viewpoint was – shockingly – all uphill, which while not what I explicitly needed first thing in the morning, full to bursting with pickle, wasn't too arduous. The incline woun sedately around the city, bringing me ever higher as I went. “This is easy” I thought to myself, positively hooting with derisive laughter inside my own head and once out-loud, startling a passing woman. Confident and strong, I then rounded a corner and...

...Ah come on now, lads.

Right. Fine. To be expected. I clambered much more slowly and with much greater difficulty than I had expected up all the steps and was duly greeted with what I would have to say was a pretty okay view.

...Yeah. Alright.

After a couple of pictures, however, I had had my fill. The view was pretty good, but the entire area was bustling with tourists all holding their phones in portrait mode to take a picture of what was demonstrably a landscape and a potent mix of tat-peddlers and panhandlers trying to sell my copper bracelets or just get some of my money because they wanted it, respectively. What is this, Ryanair? Get fucked, O'Leary.

My cat-like instinct to clamber to the highest point I can find, then yowl at passersby to help me down only half sated, I hobbled down from the first viewpoint and then back up to another one that I had spotted from the first. It was less thick with tat-mongers, but also much less good, so I left quickly, once more. I had considered chaining a big walk together, going from viewpoint to the next visible viewpoint – the city being positively littered with them. Everything here is up or down some giant fucking hill – though in the end realised that that was a stupid and bad plan and my time would be better spent going up and down hills with a purpose, even if that purpose was to gawp at badly taxidermied stoats, so I directed myself towards the Natural History Museum and pressed on.

Uncharacteristic of me, once more, I realised on my walk that I actually really like Lisbon. It's a very intuitive and varied city and I haven't been left baffled or bored once, during my stay. Exhausted, yes – its been built on a series of massive hills – but it's very engaging and bright and modern, with just the tiniest hint of squalor, lurking around the odd corner to keep it spicy. It is a really nice place to ease myself into vagrancy, as opposed to some of the other destinations I've travelled to, which were, to put it succinctly, effing horrible.

To this end, I arrived at my first museum of the day: the terrifyingly named “Doll's Hospital”. The image that google had used to advertise the Doll's Hospital was a spooky looking shot of drawers and drawers full of miscellaneous, old, broken doll parts; tiny disembodied plastic hands, grasping at nothing and eyeless skulls staring into your very soul. Very much my vibe – eyes are overrated. I was disappointed to find, however, that upon arrival, not only was it, in reality, just quite a nice, twee little museum dedicated to the sincere repair of old dolls but it was also closed for lunch and would be for another hour and a half, so I discretely put the idea in the bin and moved on.

I walked for a further fucking ages and eventually found myself outside of the Natural History Museum. Or, more accurately, outside the giant, imposing, very closed doors of the natural history museum. Remembering my vow to not be intimidated by giant closed doors, I approached them with a swagger, placed a hand confidently on the glass and – oh, nope. Yep. This is actually, properly closed. Good. Not wishing to have binned the first two stops of the day (three, if you count the botanical gardens, attached to the Natural History Museum, to which admission is tied, which I won't in order to save my own feelings), I walked the perimeter of the museum. Definitely no alternative entry way; that bitch was closed. With both google and the museum's website insisting that it was open as fuck, I had a quick, further search and realised that the first of December is a big national holiday to do with Portuguese independence, which was likely the reason for the unannounced closure. Which, y'know. Fine. It would have been really nice to have known that, though. I could have made use of the city aquarium's final day of “happy week” prices, instead. You owe me a penguin, Lisbon.

The moment that I resigned myself to not getting in, the heavens opened and a flash downpour hit me, hard and fast, like a train made of water, so I decided to scoot quickly and moistly back down the massive hill which I had just climbed to go to the final of the three museums I had planned for that day, fingers crossed until they chafed that it would actually be open.

I arrived at my destination fucking ages later and stood before the wide open, welcoming doors of the city's puppet museum. That was more like it. I paused my podcast, reluctantly, stepped inside, paid five human euros worth of money and I was in. In the puppet museum. Alone. Ahhh!

The museum was fairly spooky and definitely went some way to scratch the itching sore which the Doll Hospital had left thrumming in my soul

It's like a balm.

though the museum wasn't exactly gigantic and a lot of the explanations and descriptions of the spooky little wooden fucks I found quite dry and lacking in excitement. Still, I suppose something like the puppet museum is more of a visual endeavour, anyway, and I took loads of pictures and had a generally, pretty nice time.

Like this little feller

And this'n too!

The scariest part of the experience, however, came when I reached the end of the exhibit and found myself presented with this exit

Ahh!

Despite every fibre in my body screaming “that's going to activate a fire alarm and you're going to get in trouble”, I decided to trust google translate and push down with both hands on the bar. The fire alarm didn't sound. I'm going to start pushing every security door I see open, now. I've gone mad with power.

The door papped me out into a confusing courtyard with nary a WC, cafe or giftshop in sight. Some men were doing work in it too and looked at me when I came out, so I just pretended to be interested in looking at stuff which definitely wasn't part of the exhibition, until I surreptitiously found my way out, absolutely seamlessly and realistically, they couldn't prove otherwise.

I enjoyed my time at the Puppet Museum, though it unsurprisingly hadn't eaten up a lot of today's time. I had also saved several hours by going to neither of the other museums I had visited throughout the day. Subsequently, I decided, now being bereft of solid plans, to just have a ruddy good walk around the city. Take in the landmarks, see the sights, almost certainly get pickpocketed. You know. Classic tourist stuff.

To this end, I walked up a bunch of hills, then down a bunch of hills, then up more hills and pretty much continued this cycle until I had seen the Santa Justa lift

Neat!

The arch of Augusta

Neat...

Lisbon Cathedral

...Neat...

and my feet had been worn down to sharp little bone needles scraping noisily along the ground with every step. I had planned to walk along the banks of the Tagus and loop around to the north of my hostel on my way home, but I quickly realised that all I was really doing by that point was walking about fifty meters away from the water, my view obscured largely by industrial dockland, and so I discretely put that idea in the bin, too. My headphones had also run out of charge by that point and my feet hurt, so I felt entirely justified in scrapping the last part of my day as well as the first.

I pushed on with the final leg of the journey home, up – yes – another massive hill; this one even massivier than the rest, stopping only at a really lovely, well stocked and pleasantly operated supermarket a literal minute's walk from my apartment on the way. I can't believe I ate hot-dog and pickle wraps last night. And this morning. Fuck.

And with that I returned home. My pedometer read close to 25,000 steps and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I was, of course, ruined. I napped, worked on the blog, had a still cold microwavable dinner, the instructions to which I didn't understand and the fixing of which requiring energy I didn't have before ensconcing myself in just the warmest duvet I have ever sat under for a bibble and a doodle. Not euphemisms.

[osakaso5]

IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 6: Wishing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Sogo Osaka: Tsunashi-san, thank you for bringing us to this limited edition Rabitty-kun shop.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's no trouble at all, really! I never got to play with a Rabitty-kun, myself.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I was planning to come check this place out for the show anyway, so I'm glad you two could tag along.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Thanks for sending us the photo from when you were little, too! Me and So-chan were super hyped about it!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! It's a little embarrassing, considering what a country bumpkin I must've looked like.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You looked cute standing on the beach, almost like a girl.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh..!? Nobody's ever told me that before! I've always been tall for my age...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay, maybe not like a girl, but your arms and body were all skinny and stuff. What do you call that again? Slendy...

Sogo Osaka: Slender.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, that. You had the same face, but you weren't all buff.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, okay! I didn't know that's how I looked... What did you think, Sogo-kun?

Sogo Osaka: Um... How should I put this...

Sogo Osaka: It... It was more than I could bear.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you sound like a creepy old man!

Sogo Osaka: No, I didn't mean it in a weird way! I've juat never had a taste of such a different type of Tsunashi-san..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Taste...

Sogo Osaka: Uh... Maybe "taste" isn't the right word for it, but it was very satisfying to see..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Satisfying...

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you gotta stop it with the big explanations and be more casual! Call it cute, or nice, or something!

Sogo Osaka: Nice! It was nice! Very nice!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! Thank you!

TV on Shop Window: ...The secret to Rabitty-kun's birth!

TV on Shop Window: Who would've thought our famous mascot had such a story behind him!?

TV on Shop Window: Look forward to our 6th Anniversary Rabitty-kun! Toi toi toi~♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, here it is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! They've got Rabitty-kuns in all kinds of colors! I wanna go touch them!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun, you must ask the clerks for permission first...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It looks like these are samples. Go ahead and touch them.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I'll go with this one first...

Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! It's so cute!

Orange Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Pet me! 

Hot Pink Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Yawn...  Let’s go to bed! 

Sogo Osaka: You're right... They're really cute.

Grey Rabitty: Ooh ooh! Tyt ty tyt ty ty ♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, this one seems to be singing something!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! Where do you push to make it sing? Is it here?

Turquoise Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! That tickles!

Sogo Osaka: Maybe it's here?

Yellow Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Dum dum dum dee dum ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, it danced! So-chan, let go of it! It's trying to dance!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'll make this one dance with it!

Dark Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chaka chaka chan chan ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! This is so much fun!

Sogo Osaka: They're so energetic.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I think you're supposed to feed these carrots to them? Go on, Tamaki-kun, give it a try.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay! I'm gonna give one to this guy...

Green Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Nom... nom... nom... Yummy~!

Tamaki Yotsuba: It ate! What about this one?

Rosy Brown Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chomp, chomp, chomp! I want more!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha! This one eats a lot!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Hmm..? Look, they have a guide to exchanging defective toys.

Sogo Osaka: There were malfunctioning toys mixed in with the ones they released a few years ago. It says they'll exchange those for working ones, free of charge...

Sogo Osaka: Maybe these samples are the defective toys... But how exactly are they malfunctioning..?

Navy Rabitty: Ooh... ooh... Help.. me...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Holy crap!!! Why's this one so creepy..!?

Pink Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Don't... leave me...

Ivory Rabitty: Oh, ooh... You... saw..?

Pale Green Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Ehehehe... Eehehehehe...

Sogo Osaka: These ones are definitely defective..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: They're awful..! Why would anyone make them like this..? The poor kids who had these must've been terrified...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, seriously! If I had to sleep with one of these, my mattress would be all soggy the next morning!  

Sogo Osaka: You'd wet the bed?

Tamaki Yotsuba: So what if I would!? And I don't mean right now, I mean if I was still little!

Sogo Osaka: If you were little, then it's not something you could control much, anyway...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, why don't we take a break from these Rabitty-kuns, and go look at those ones instead?

Tamaki Yotsuba: What..? "Face three Rabitty-kuns against each other, and they'll go into gossipy teenage girl mode".

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: "Gossipy teenage girl mode"..?

Lavender Rabitty: Oh. Em. Gee. I think my nail just broke.

Light Blue Rabitty: It's gonna be 36 degrees today. Lame af.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: I'm like, low key freaking out about this test tho.

Sogo Osaka: ......... I guess they don't do the "ooh, ooh" thing in this mode.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, they've got an "office workers in an elevator" mode, too.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Apparently they have a Showa-era small talk version as an extra rare option, too.

Sogo Osaka: Do children really play with modes like this..?

[Phone rings]

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yukirin's calling me... Hello!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? Seriously!? You guys found the uncle who took my picture already!?

Sogo Osaka: What!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I knew that legendary detective could help..! Okay! Thanks!!!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Guess what! They said they found the guy!

Sogo Osaka: That's great, Tamaki-kun!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What business did you have with a legendary detective?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I need a photo from when I was little, so I was looking for this uncle who took a family portrait of us.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! Now I get to show off my picture, too!

Sogo Osaka: I'm happy for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let's take another picture you can show off. I want one of the face you're making right now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Right now?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Yeah. Your smile is so nice, I want us to have something to remember it by. Come on.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ehehe... This is a little embarrassing, but I'm still super happy! Thanks, Ryu-aniki!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah... So-chan, wanna be in the pic?

Sogo Osaka: Me?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You found your photo, too. We can both show Ryu-aniki how proud we are. Right, Ryu-aniki?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Of course! I'd love for you to be in the picture too, Sogo-kun.

Sogo Osaka: A-alright.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hurry up!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stand next to each other. Laugh on three. One, two, three...

MEZZO": Ahahaha!

[Snap]

- - - -

Sogo Osaka: I'm glad your family photo will be found soon.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Me too.

Sogo Osaka: I'm sure Aya-chan would be happy about it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I'm glad you'll get you and your uncle's photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is it gonna make it to the show, though?

Sogo Osaka: It will. I'm flying to pick it up at our nearest yacht harbor tonight.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Tonight? You gonna be okay?

Sogo Osaka: I'll be fine. I have tomorrow off, anyway.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Apparently my pic's coming in the mail. Ah...

[Rainfall]

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's raining.

Sogo Osaka: ...Not to mention the wind is really strong all of a sudden.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Can your plane leave in this weather?

Sogo Osaka: I... I think so. But I should hurry to the airport, and you need to get back to the dorm...

[Thunder]

MEZZO": Ah...

MEZZO": ...A blackout..?

- - - - 

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm home. And completely soaked.

Kaoru Anesagi: Here's a towel. Take off your socks, shirt, and pants. There's a hot bath waiting for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You're here too, Anesagi-san?

Gaku Yaotome: There was a power outage until just a minute ago.  Apparently some parts of Tokyo are still dark.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What!? That sounds bad.

Gaku Yaotome: It's not the only bad thing here. Your bath's a little too hot...

Tenn Kujo: Hot as in, practically boiling. Want to go take a dip?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thanks.

Tenn Kujo: What is that?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah... They're gifts for you and Gaku. I thought the Rabitty-kuns were too cute not to buy any.

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! Fair enough!

Tenn Kujo: I'm getting all nostalgic.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh, how adorable. I'll take care of you, little one. Come here.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Rat tat rat tat ♪

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh, it's singing.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey. Does any one of you know why Rabitty-kun says "ooh, ooh"?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I don't Is there some bigger reason for it?

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently it's based on a child's imitation of a famous sweets mascot.

Kaoru Anesagi: Which one was it, again? The one with a crown, a closed mouth, and an overall neutral expression...

Tenn Kujo: A crown..? Doesn't ring a bell.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear. It's still around, too, and you see it everywhere. It's also got a ribbon, I think...

Gaku Yaotome: Mascots with ribbons are a dime a dozen.

Kaoru Anesagi: Sometimes flames come out of its back, and it punches things. Sometimes it gets so emotional, it starts spinning fast. Ugh. I can picture it in my mind, but I just can't remember the name.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, it's something that originates from before the CEO of Toi Toi Toi was making the kind of profit he is today.

Kaoru Anesagi: He tried to turn his parents' business into a toy shop, but he just couldn't make it succeed.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently that's when he saw one of the neighborhood kids mimic the mascot I was talking about.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: And that kid was the basis for Rabitty-kun?

Kaoru Anesagi: Yep.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently the kid said something along the lines of "His mouth is closed, so he probably talks like, 'ooh, ooh'!"

Kaoru Anesagi: Then the kid would start dancing while singing "ooh, ooh", and that was the blueprint for Rabitty-kun.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Wow..! I think it's really nice that Rabitty-kun was technically born out of a child's idea.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm sure the CEO must really like kids, too.

Kaoru Anesagi: From what I heard, he's had a rough life. He was separated from his sibling, and when they reunited, he had to fight the reason for their separation...

Gaku Yaotome: Fight..? I can't even imagine what that might entail.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Everyone has something going on.

Tenn Kujo: How did he and his sibling reunite?

Kaoru Anesagi: Their parents were photographers, and they both just so happened to have a photo that proved their relation.

Gaku Yaotome: Maybe they kept each other's faces in a locket or something.

Tenn Kujo: There's no way it'd be something that cliché.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Still, I'm sure they were happy to see each other again.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Those two should be happily walking home right about now, too.  

- - - -

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, wait up!

Sogo Osaka: I need to hurry to the airport. If the weather gets any worse than this, all flights might be cancelled.

Tamaki Yotsuba: There's a blackout, and you're soaking wet! What if you can't get home, and you catch a cold!?

Sogo Osaka: You can go home if you want...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Why are you always like this!? I swear, you haven't changed at all!

Sogo Osaka: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: You seriously can't even ask me to come with you!? Grow a backbone already!

Sogo Osaka: ......... That's not why.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Then what is it!?

Sogo Osaka: It's not that I'm afraid of causing you trouble. I want to prove something to you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Prove what..?

Sogo Osaka: We may not have had the best lives, but we haven't done much bad, either.

Sogo Osaka: So... This isn't a punishment. 

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: I'll go, Tamaki-kun. And once I'm back, I'll show off my picture, and you'll get to see what my uncle looked like.

Sogo Osaka: I'm... I'm going to treat this as an adventure. And I'm going to ward off any disasters.

Sogo Osaka: Because I learned that from you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ......... But...

[Toot toot!]

Tamaki Yotsuba: .......!? Someone got out of that car...

Mysterious Man: .........

Sogo Osaka: A masked man..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: W-what do you want!? Stay away..! Ah..!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..! ...Don't you dare do anything to him..!

Mysterious Man: ........!

Sogo Osaka: .........!? You're...

[Tap tap tap]

Sogo Osaka: Ah..! Wait, please..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan!

[Wroom...]

Sogo Osaka: ...Are you alright, Tamaki-kun!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: That guy gave me this.

Sogo Osaka: A parcel... Did you see how he looked when he gave you this?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Dunno. He was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so I didn't really see anything.

Sogo Osaka: I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: But, for some reason... I kinda didn't get a bad vibe from him.

Sogo Osaka: ......... Neither did I. He felt familiar, somehow...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...What do you think this is?

Sogo Osaka: I don't know... Let's open it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: What if it's a bomb?

Sogo Osaka: ...I hear no ticking, but we should still be careful. Hand it over, I'll open it.

Sogo Osaka: There's no people around, probably due to the rain. You should stand back, too...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ........

Sogo Osaka: ...Or don't.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You sure?

Sogo Osaka: Yeah. We'll open it together. I'm sure we'll be fine, because of the rain.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...You sure it won't explode?

Sogo Osaka: It probably won't... In this kind of rain, any spark should  fizzle out instantly. Though we can't be 100% sure.

Sogo Osaka: Besides, you're a good kid. If there's a higher power, then I'm sure the'd want to reward you, not punish you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...I don't wanna have nay more regrets. Are you sure this isn't stupid?

Sogo Osaka: I don't want any regrets, either. Which is why I refuse to act like a coward.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Fine. Let's open it, So-chan.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah... Here I go.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Maybe there's a fuse hidden in the paper..?

Sogo Osaka: ...This is oil paper, so it doesn't get wet in the rain... Ah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: It doesn't look like a bomb... What's that rectangular thing?

Sogo Osaka: ...It's a photo, and a card...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Card? What's it say?

Sogo Osaka: "Dear customer. Here are the pictures you ordered."

Sogo Osaka: "I can't thank you enough for the help you once gave my brother, so I've included your friend's photo, as well."

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wait... Could it be..?

MEZZO": The legendary detective..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is that how the guy knew where we were!? He wasn't a shady guy, he was a private eye!

Tamaki Yotsuba: But what does his brother have to do with me? And I dunno who the friend he's talking about is, either...

Sogo Osaka: ...Tamaki-kun, look...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh..?

Sogo Osaka: My uncle... This is the picture of my uncle and I. Look, here he is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: And a mini So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: ...Uncle... It's because I had him that I'm making music now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan... Look at my photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ta-dah! That's Mom, that's little Aya. And that's me...

Sogo Osaka: It's a tiny Tamaki-kun...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. So what do you think? You can stop staring at your uncle, already.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey. Say something.

Sogo Osaka: I think it's a wonderful picture. Your mother looks gentle, beautiful, and...

Sogo Osaka: ...I've finally had the chance to see her...

Tamaki Yotsuba: .........

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun... It must've been so hard for you. But you're fine now.

Sogo Osaka: It's going to be fine...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Yeah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: You look like you had a rough time, too... Being in this stuffy place, wearing stuffy clothes. ...But at least you could still smile.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey, little guy. Believe it or not, but you're gonna be making music in a couple years. And I'm gonna sing your songs with you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah...

Sogo Osaka: Thank you, Tamaki-kun. 

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: And that...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: ...Is how all 16 idols got their pictures, safe and sound.

- - - -

Mister Shimooka: Well then, it's about time we got Welcome to Kids' Room started!

Re:vale: OK!

TRIGGER: Alright.

IDOLiSH7: Yaaaay! Let's gooo!

ŹOOĻ: Yeah!

Mister Shimooka: It’s the moment of truth! We'll be taking a look at these idols' childhood pictures!

Mister Shimooka: But before that, it's time for our special guests!

Mister Shimooka: Please welcome the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito!

Mister Shimooka: As well as the man who gave a loan to Toi Toi Toi when it was on the verge of bankruptcy, Taro Ito!

Sogo Osaka: Huh?

Torao Mido: Hmm?

Mister Shimooka: Let's give both of the  men who made Rabitty-kun what he is an  equally warm welcome!

Mister Shimooka: Here they come!

All: Ooh, ooh!

???: Hello. I'm the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: That's the uncle who took our picture..! 

The End.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

DnD character ask meme replies! @fuleao and an anon both asked for 2, so here it is first:

2. what was your original concept for this character? how did playing them change that concept?

Here my very very first concept was: haven't played DnD in ages, let's make an honourable oathkeeping paladin, absolute Oath stock character, easy mode, check. I then like taking silly things, in-jokes and memes, as well as core DnD/mechanical stuff, and using it all as prompts for serious character expansion and flavour. 

The rest is under the cut because I ramble quite a bit.

Second in this particular case, I was fuelled by an old grudge from back in my highschool 3.5e playing days. We were starting one of our homebrew campaigns, I made an aasimar character, ate the level adjustment, and took the whole chain of prerequisite feats from the old Races of Faerûn in order to have wings. I literally just wanted to play a speedy glowy lil guy with wings and a bunch of Freedom of Movement stuff even though it was severely sub-optimal in a million different ways. And in approximately the second session we ever played, the DM decided to be a dick (we don’t play with that guy anymore for a variety of reasons), instakilled the char in a contrived way, and then had them reincarnate… as a normal human. So anyway, about a decade later, I made a glowy lil guy with wings (once a day for a minute but hey, whatever, I'll take it).

The origin of the name is a completely non-serious

And the other thing is that FMA gif of the buff guys clasping hands, and the amusing contrast with the fact that we were using standard array for stats and I dumped the 8 into strength.

I ended up doodling this "family portrait":

So there, a weird little glowy foundling child adopted by the village's buff blacksmith couple. An absolute noodle who wanted to be a smith, ended up being a righteous knight of honour and justice due to Circumstances and an Incident (which I left vague until way, way later on). And finally, got spirited away by spooky magical mists into a cursed, dreary land with an evil vampire overlord, which is where the actual play started.

How the concept changed? Well, mostly it became more refined, especially setting-wise, because when we started CoS we all had fairly vaguely defined characters we were deliberately filling and colouring in as we went and as things became relevant (it was a fun way to do it instead of writing out 30 pages of probably irrelevant backstory, would recommend). The party that got Mist-napped was originally from Eberron, our group’s favourite and by far most played of the official settings. Eberron has a very specific cosmology/way of handling the planes and all that, and thus an aasimar wasn't just a lil glowy guy with wings anymore, now I had a whole Thing to work with, and the thing was Irian (thanks Exploring Eberron, btw - excellent book). This led to other silly-but-later-serious things, like the idea that Ramiel's main way of contacting Irian is by… bath. Because Irian has this bit called the Refuge:

The Refuge is a vast fortress-monastery, though it has aspects of a spa as well. It’s filled with tranquil groves, soothing baths, and places to rest and reflect.

Healing angelic hot springs, come on, I'm not leaving that out. And CoS the module has a whole thing with a mysterious blessed pool in one of the towns (originally entirely unrelated to anything mentioned above, but sometimes things just work out nicely). This tidbit also tied in to my general love of playing support/heal, and things I noticed as we started playing, just looking at what abilities and spells I was using, etc. Sanctuary, Protection from good and evil, Bless, all that good stuff. Having access to and constantly using both Lay on hands and Healing hands.

The paladin bit became refined as well, with the Silver Flame and other setting-specific stuff coming into play, and I found the idea of having TWO perhaps clashing sources of radiant/celestial power (and responsibility) interesting. It's also relevant politically, with us collectively deciding to be a trio from the setting's Fantasy France.

Ultimately, the contrast - and essentially struggle - between protection and healing vs. paladin nova stuff and easily going absolutely apeshit with dealing single-target damage (arising from mostly mechanical resource management during play) turned into a fairly important aspect of the character. Are you chasing glory and smiting evil, being vengeful and destructive, and using protecting innocents and whatnot as an excuse, more than anything? You can indeed protec but also attac… but not at the same time, and if you go too far with one, you won't have anything left to enable you to do the other. And then Rudolph van Richten dies because you don't have a spell slot left for Revivify fml.

I also took the Oath of Devotion "do not lie" bit 100% seriously, which was… interesting to roleplay, to say the least.

I realise upon writing this all out it actually better fits several other questions on that list… but here we are!

[queenrose730]

Reckless

Part Four - Captain America

Master List

-2011-

“I have a new assignment for you Agent.” Fury tossed a file down on your desk. It was unusual for him to have something so soon after finishing your last assignment. You were still working on the paperwork at your desk.

 “What is it?” You opened the file. Seeing an old army portrait of a man.

 “Helping a solider adjust back to the world.” You started looking through the rest of the paper in the file.

 “That’s not my usual work though Director.” Typically, you just ran the flights for other agents. That was why you were recruited to SHEILD.

 “This isn’t the usual solder.” He saw you stop flipping through. Landing on another old photo.

 “What the f-” This couldn’t be who you thought it was, there was no way.

 “Found him in the ice a few days ago. He’s downstairs in an office room waiting for you. I want you to help him get back into the world.” Fury walked away before you could say anymore. Quickly you got up and followed him to the elevator.

 “What can you tell me so far about him waking up?” Fury pressed in his code and the elevator began its dissent. Fury didn’t respond to your question. He just led you off the elevator and down the hall.

 “He’s in here. I have someone getting an apartment ready for him.” He handed you a set of keys. “I want you to keep one for now. Everything should be ready in a couple hours. Just keep him busy until then.”

 “Yes director.” Fury left before you opened the door. You wanted to take another quick glance through the file. There had been buzz around the office when you came back two days ago the SHIELD had found something or someone in the ice. Some agents talked said that it was Captain America but your brushed it off. He went into the ice some 70 years ago. How could he even be alive? The file contained just about everything imaginable about him. You knew though that military files did not tend to really describe a person, just their record. Captain America had quite a record. You closed the file and tucked it under your arm. Straightening yourself and opening the door.

 “Captain Rogers.” He was standing at the windows that over looked the city. “I’m Agent yn yln.” When he turned to you, you stretched out your hand to him. He took a step to reach you.

 “Nice to me you Agent. But please call me Steve.”

 “Ok Steve.” You motioned for him to sit in one of the chairs. “Please call me yn.” You gave a smile as he sat down.

 “So what can I help you with, yn.” You sat down and placed the file on the coffee table between the two of you. Steve glance down at it then back to you.

 “Well actually Steve. I’m here to help you. Director Fury wants me to help bring you into this century.” He nodded and looked back down at the file. You placed you hand on it. “Don’t worry about this.”

 “Is that about me.” His eyes were still on the file. You could feel that he was getting nervous.

 “It is. There’s everything in here. For your enlistment applications to the efforts to find your after you crashed.” You picked the file back up as you stood up. Tucking it under your arm again. “But, there’s plenty of time to go through this. Right now I’m sure you want to get out of here.” Steve stood and nodded. “There’s a good sandwich shop around the block. Much better than anything that’s in the cafeteria. I just have to stop at my desk then we can head out.” You motioned for Steve to follow you and he did. Mostly he was quiet on the way to your office. Saying hi to people here and there. Fury must have sent a memo out because the office was in full gossip mode. Thankfully most people kept their distance. You figured Steve wouldn’t appreciate being bombarded right now.

 “Steve?” He was not quite paying attention as you collected your things from your desk.

 “Sorry” He shook his head slightly.

 “It’s all good. Are your ready to go?”

 “Yes.”

 Once outside no one even paid a second glance to the man at your side. The shop was pretty empty making it a little less stressful for Steve to pick something to eat. You just ordered a drink.

 “There’s so much.” He was just staring at the menu.

 “I got you. Just go ahead and grab a seat outside.” You put your hand on his arm and smiled.

 “Sure.” You watched him as he walked outside. This has to be a hell of a shock for him. So much has to be different from when he was last in the city. Hell even from when you were younger things looked almost completely different. If you had been in his position you were sure you would have had a breakdown by now. Steve seem to be taking everything so far in stride. The lady at the counter called out your name pulling from your thoughts.

 “Thank you.” You took the tray from her and headed out to where Steve was sitting.

 “Alight. I just wet simple and got you a BLT.” You set the plate in front of him. Taking your own drink off

the tray and sitting down across from him.

 “You’re not eating?”

 “Nah. I already had lunch at the office. So I’m good.” He just stared at you for a moment before turning his attention to his meal. “Fury is getting an apartment set up for you. Once we are done here we’ll head over there.” He nodded at you as he ate. There wasn’t much conversation between the two of you at the shop. Mostly Steve would just ask simple questions about what was going on in the world. What you could answer you tried to keep simple and short for now.

 “So here is your apartment.” You opened the door to reveal the apartment. “Go ahead.” You gestured for Steve go in first. There wasn’t much in the apartment but it was nice. The living room hand a couch, plush chair, coffee table and a tv hung on the wall. There was also a small kitchen. Down the hall was his new bedroom and bathroom. Steve walked slowly though all the rooms while you check to see if the kitchen had been stocked yet.

 “Thank you yn” Steve had joined you in the kitchen.

 “Well I’m not really the one to thank. But I’ll pass it along.” Steve gave you another nod. “The kitchen is

pretty well stocked up. Did Fury get some clothes and everything in the bathroom?”

 “Uh, yea.”

 “Good. Well if anything isn’t your style just let me know. We can always go shopping. Same with the food. If there’s anything you prefer, let me know.”

 “I will. Thank you.” You both just stood there for a moment. Before you gave a small sign.

 “I think you should be good for the night. Is there anything else you need right now?”

 “No yn. This is more than enough.”

 “Ok. In that case, I’m going to take off.” You walked over to where the landline phone was plugged in.

 “I’ll leave my number if you need anything. I’ll be back about 9 tomorrow morning. Fury wants to get you set up with SHIELD. Get you some credentials.” Grabbing you bag, you pulled out the Captain America file. “I’ll leave this here for the night. Don’t stay up too late”

 “Thank you yn. I’ll see you in the morning.” He followed you to the door.

 “Oh! I almost forgot!” You fumbled with your keys. Pulling one off and handing it to him. “Your apartment key.”

 “Thanks.” He gave you a smile.

 “Try and get some sleep Steve.”

 “You too yn.”

 The two of you fell into a quick routine. You would pick Steve up at his apartment. Sometimes coming by early to join him for breakfast. After you would head to SHIELD and workout at the gym. Steve had been helping you get stronger and faster at fighting. Lunches were whatever was in the cafeteria at SHIELD. Steve liked to join you at your desk to watch you work in the afternoon. He was fascinated by all the tech and loved to learn. He often would stay too long before heading off on his own. Some days he would go to the Smithsonian and walk through the Captain America exhibit. Some days you would find him in the archive room dinging through old files on the war. He was surprise to learn that Peggy was still alive. You had offered to get a message to her to see if she wanted to see him. But Steve wanted to wait. He wasn’t sure how or what to say after all these years.

 Eventually, Fury needed you back and onto a new assignment. Steve still kept the routine though. Now instead of you picking him up, he would bring you coffee and a treat to your desk in the morning. Gym time had been move to the end of the day. He would always walk you home afterwards. Even after almost two months it still felt weird that you had become good friends with Captain America.

 “So what’s next for you?” You were taking a quick water break from working out.

  “I’m not sure. When I went down there was the war and HYRDA to fight. Now seems calm.”

 “Sure. Calm in comparison to war. But there’s still a need for you Steve.”

 “That there is Captain” Fury’s voiced boomed out the doorway.

 “Director.” You both said in unison.

 “Since it seems you two are always together. Here.” He handed Steve a file. You walked over closer to him so you could see what was inside.

 “What is this?” Steve was still looking at the unopened file.

 “An assignment for you two.” Surly pointed between Steve and you. “Consider yourselves partners from

now on.” Steve finally opened the file.

 “Welcome to the Avengers Captain Rogers and Agent yln.”

Tags- @ginger-swag-rapunzel

[chatonne-rousse]

Zibeline

Happy birthday, @tsuki-chibi​!  This one’s for you.  😘

A Christmas gift exchange story with unintended (though not unwelcome) consequences. 

Read it on Ao3.

This is not the first time it’s happened. It is, in fact, not even the fourth or fifth. It’s like he has a sixth sense or the fine-tuned hearing of a fellow feline, that leads him straight to them.

Often, it’s just one cat, skin and bones and scrounging in an alley for restaurant scraps. Sometimes it’s an entire litter, abandoned and alone, mewing frantically in search of a savior. Once in a while, he finds their mom there, too, ragged and worn and tired from life on the streets.

It always ends the same way.

Chat Noir knows the location of every animal refuge in Paris, their hours, and the names of each employee and volunteer he’s met so far. Several have even set up crates in a secure area for the cats he brings after closing. It’s amazing that it hasn’t made the news in all these years, but somehow, Paris’s own black cat has humbly and quietly saved the lives of dozens of the city's neediest felines.

Tonight, Ladybug accompanies Chat Noir to the SPA to drop off a one-eyed senior tomcat they came across on patrol. His solitary eye is cloudy with age, one ear torn from a long-ago fight, but he purrs contentedly in Chat’s arms, his demeanor as gentle as the hands that hold him close.

Once the cat who’d been affectionately dubbed Pirate upon his discovery is safe and secure in the little pen, Chat sends the rescue a quick email from his communicator to let them know about who they’ll find the next morning. Baton returned to his back, he crouches down for one more scritch behind the old grey tabby’s ears.

Ladybug is used to this, well aware after several years of partnership that her own kitty’s heart is a fathomless well of kindness, but it never stops warming her heart to see it. Without thinking, her movement mirrors his, reaching out to scratch behind his leather ears, her gloved fingers tousling his hair. His faux cat ears twitch, and he glances up at her, grin radiant even in the dim light of the refuge foyer.

“Okay, cat whisperer, let’s go. It’s almost midnight.”

He nods, still grinning, and turns back to tell his new friend goodbye.

“They’ll take good care of you here, Meow-seur Pirate, I purr-omise. Cat’s honor.”

Pirate meows his appreciation as Ladybug fondly rolls her eyes.

One hand kiss, one ‘sweet dreams, Buginette,’ and one chilly swing across rooftops in the crisp December air, and Marinette can finally crawl into the warmth of her bed and curl up against her cat pillow to go to sleep. The feline theme suddenly seems so prevalent in her life that she can’t help the snort of laughter she muffles behind its ears.

Tikki zips over to hover in the air above the bed. “What is it, Marinette?”

“Cats, Tikki. Everywhere. Cats.”

They share a giggle as the kwami settles down on the pillow to rest.

“You like cats, don’t you?” she asks. “I’ve seen a cat in some of your family portrait sketches.”

Marinette can feel her face heat up. “Tikki!” she admonishes, before trailing off into laughter again. “I love all animals! Well, almost all of them. But no one loves cats like Chat Noir.” She sighs in mock exasperation. “Give a guy fake ears and a tail and suddenly he’s a magnet for strays.”

Silence falls in the darkness of the loft, sleepy and comfortable, before it’s broken by Tikki’s tiny voice.

“You know, I think it has less to do with his miraculous and more to do with his heart.”

Marinette smiles against the pillow. “I think you might be right, Tik.”

********

Even if Père Noël no longer visits, Christmas is still exciting when you’re a teenager. If nothing else, there’s a two-week break from school to look forward to, and Marinette is counting down the days until she can shelve at least one of her many commitments, albeit temporarily. Alya, on the other hand, is living for the class gift exchange.

“I hope I get Nino this year,” she whispers excitedly, dumping her bookbag on the table and sliding into the seat beside her best friend.

Marinette’s brows furrow in confusion. “Why?”

“So I can give him something awesome and win Christmas, obviously.”

“But...if you give him a gift in class, what will you have for him on the actual holiday?”

Alya wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and gives her a sly smile.

Marinette laughs and elbows her, ears burning, just as the boys walk into the room. Nino gives a quick wave and Adrien settles into his seat with a soft smile toward the girls behind them.

“Damn, Sunshine. I hope you spend the holiday break sleeping. You look like you need it.”

Adrien leans back toward Alya, blond hair brushing Marinette’s desk. (This does not go unnoticed.)

“I think we all know that’s not going to happen,” he replies with a wry smile.

Alya pats his shoulder consolingly. “Truth.”

********

The morning slides by, and Ms. Bustier ends the lecture early before they break for lunch. She leans against her desk, holding a bowl in her hand and shaking it gently. It takes a long moment and a deliberate clearing of her throat for the students to focus on her instead of packing up their bags. She smiles kindly at them once she has their attention again.

“I’d have done this at the end of the day, but not every student will be with us in class then, so we’ll choose our gift exchange recipients now.” Adrien ducks his head. He hates when people make concessions for him, but at least Ms. Bustier is thoughtful enough not to draw further attention.

She starts up the stairs, shaking the bowl again, beginning in the back row this year. “You decided by class consensus earlier this week that your gifts would be €20 or less and no bigger than a shoebox.” Nathaniel takes a slip first, his face unreadable as he folds the paper again and lays one hand atop it. Shake, shake. “We’ll have the exchange on December 21st, during our holiday party in the afternoon. You may bring your gift in the morning and I’ll keep them all in a safe place until it’s time for the exchange.” Rose chooses, followed by Juleka. Both seem pleased.

As more and more students choose a slip from the bowl, the room buzzes louder with whispers and murmuring among friends.

Ms. Bustier’s voice cuts through the chatter again. “This is a secret gift exchange, so remember, do not share your recipient’s name. No trading. We’re all friends here.” If she glances quickly at the back of Chloé’s head as she says this, no one says a word.

Marinette waits her turn quietly. In three class gift exchanges, she has never pulled Adrien’s name, nor has he chosen hers. So much for ladybug luck. All she really hopes for at this point is to not choose Lila. She doesn’t want to break Ms. Bustier’s rules, but if that happens, she’s totally trading with Alya.

The bowl shakes near her ear, and she reaches up to blindly choose a slip. Slowly, carefully, she opens the folded paper, and suddenly all she can hear is her pulse roaring in her ears. Because there, in Adrien’s familiar script, is the name she’d given up hoping to receive.

She looks up just in time to see Adrien’s ears pinken and his shoulders scrunch as he hastily refolds his own paper slip. Marinette wonders for just a moment who he’d chosen before her brain kicks into holiday overthinking mode.

She’d rethought many of the gifts for his next several dozen birthdays, repurposed them for other friends or dismantled them to their raw materials and created something new. But a portion of the chest in her room still holds gifts meant just for him. She could choose one of those, or she could make something new. She could create a gift or purchase an item somewhere. Perhaps she could knit a hat or gloves to match his birthday scarf. Oh, the possibilities are endless!

A nudge in her side shakes her from her swirling thoughts and returns her to the din of the steadily-emptying classroom.

“Ready for lunch, Mari?” Alya asks. Nino and Adrien are looking at her expectantly, too.

“Oh. Sure! Yes! Ready for anything. Soup?”

A beat of silence.

“You heard the girl!” Nino says, slapping one hand on the table and standing up. “Let’s go get some soup.”

Alya just pats her on the back and shakes her head as they pack up their bags.

********

Soup actually turns out to be a good idea today, even if Marinette has no idea why she said that. The four friends huddle around a table in the warmth of a nearby cafe, full and relaxed and reluctant to return to afternoon classes. Adrien startles suddenly when a calico cat jumps into his lap and meows loudly, demanding pets.

Nino backs away a bit, but Adrien simply melts.

“Hello there, pretty girl!” he coos. “Do you want scritches? I can do that.” The cat twists her head, showing him exactly where she wants to be scratched, and he happily complies. Marinette can hear the cat’s contented purr from across the table. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Yes, you do.”

Alya has her phone out and recording, but Adrien doesn’t even notice. This is the first time they’ve seen this cat at this particular restaurant, but she's definitely not the first resident feline to find them while they ate. Or shopped. Or hung out at the park. Adrien attracts cats like Chat Noir, and loves every moment of it.

“And here we see the Cat Whisperer in his natural habitat, among his harem,” Alya narrates the video as though it’s a nature documentary, and Adrien snorts with laughter before looking up, a sheepish half-smile lighting up his face.

“I just really like cats,” he says, and looks back down at the kitty. She abruptly headbutts his chin, making his teeth knock together with an audible clack. He stares at her for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing, rich and joyful, but loud enough to scare the cat from his lap. She trots over to the counter and stops to groom herself.

Adrien, still chuckling, brushes fur from his pants and shakes his head in fond amusement. “Cats.”

The proverbial lightbulb flashes on above Marinette’s head, the stirrings of an idea so crazy it just might work.

She has an executive assistant to email.

********

It’s shockingly easy to get permission for something so important.

“Do you think Nathalie even asked Mr. Agreste?” Marinette wonders aloud to Tikki above the whir of the sewing machine. “I can’t imagine she didn’t, but…” she trails off, shaking her head. Adrien’s household is a web of very strange relationships she has never quite understood.

Tikki hums and shrugs a tiny shoulder. “If Nathalie said yes, I guess the answer is yes.” She flies from her perch on Marinette’s shoulder to sit on top of the sewing machine; Marinette promptly releases the pedal and meets her kwami’s gaze.

“I’m glad she did, but the longer I think about it, the more I wonder if this is a terrible idea.”

“You still have a few days to decide,” Tikki reminds her.

Marinette nods before she catches a glimpse of the clock on her computer and jumps up in alarm.

“Gah! I’m late for patrol! Again!”

********

Chat Noir is waiting quietly at their appointed meeting spot, knees pulled up to his chest and tail dangling down the opposite side of the pitched roof. He unfurls like a night-blooming flower when he hears her land nearby, legs flopping to the roof, arm raised to wave at his partner, tail animated and alert. His bright smile makes Ladybug smile in return as she plops down next to him.

“Sorry I’m late, kitty. I lost track of time.”

“It’s okay, Bugaboo.” He bumps her shoulder with his own. “I knew you didn’t forget me.”

“As if I could!” she laughs, bumping him back.

He’s still smiling, but silence descends over the pair after a moment.

“You okay, Chaton?”

“Yeah, just thinking. Our class is doing a gift exchange for Christmas and I’m having trouble deciding what to get for my...my person.” He glances at his partner, but she only nods in response. “I got one of my friends this year. Not that they’re not all my friends, but...she’s special.”

“Special, huh?” Ladybug asks, a teasing lilt coloring her voice.

“It’s not like that,” Chat rebuts. He breathes a laugh, but his smile turns impossibly soft as he looks out over the lights of the city. “We’re friends, but she’s...I don’t know. There’s no one like her. She deserves a gift as beautiful as she is.”

Ladybug blinks once, twice, caught off guard by the tenderness in his voice. If she didn’t know any better, she might think the feeling in her chest was jealousy, but that can’t possibly be right.

His words catch up to him when he looks back at her again and frantically waves his hands between the two of them. “Oh! Not like that!” he repeats. “I mean, like, beautiful on the inside. Her heart.” He holds a clawed hand to his chest, and Ladybug quirks an eyebrow.

“Okay, she’s beautiful on the outside, too. But it’s...really, it’s not like that. She doesn’t like me that way, and I…” he trails off. “You know.”

Ladybug takes pity on him and tucks her hand in the crook of his elbow, patting his forearm indulgently as the inexplicable knot in her chest loosens a little. “Yeah, kitty. I know. Maybe I can help. What does she like?”

Patrol is forgotten for the evening as two superheroes take the time to simply be two friends chatting about Christmas above the city they protect.

Some of his ideas need to be reined in.

(“It’s just a skein of wool!” he gripes.

“One of the most expensive in the world, Chat! Don’t you have a spending limit?!”)

Others are nixed immediately.

(“You are not buying her an embroidery machine!”)

Finally, he decides on a pool of several items that might work - he's leaning toward tickets to a fashion show, and Ladybug is only a little bit envious of Chat's 'very special classmate' - and settles back on his hands, relieved.

“What about you, Bug? Your class does this every year, too, right?”

She nods in assent. “Yep. But I already know what I’m getting him.”

Maybe he hears it in her voice, or maybe he’s just returning her earlier tease in kind. “Ooooh, him? Did you draw Mr. Mystery Crush’s name this year?”

Ladybug doesn’t answer, but her blushing cheeks do.

“Well.” Chat clears his throat and starts over. “Well, what is this lucky guy getting for Christmas from Paris’s favorite bug?”

She turns to him with a grin. “A cat.”

It’s his turn to be left speechless with his own twinge of jealousy.

“Before you ask, I already got permission from his family. Sort of. Well, I...the bottom line is that I got permission. I’m going tomorrow to the SPA to choose one for him. I’ve already called and made sure that I can bring it back without a problem if he doesn’t like it, but I can’t imagine that happening. Chaton, I’ve never met anyone else whose love of cats rivals yours. It’ll be perfect.”

After a long moment of silence, Chat seems to come to a decision before he stands and bows gallantly to his partner. “It would be my honor to accompany you to the shelter tomorrow to choose a feline fur-ever friend for your friend. I am the chief cat-bassador of Paris, after all.”

Ladybug looks up at him and thinks of how he cradled Pirate in his arms the other night on the way to the refuge, the calm, gentle way he whispers to tired mother cats, his delight in being approached by the everyday cats of Paris out for their evening strolls before returning home for the night. It has less to do with his miraculous and more to do with his heart, she hears Tikki whisper from the back of her mind.

She takes his hand and lets him pull her up before wrapping her partner in a hug.

“It would be my honor, kitty.”

********

And that’s how Marinette finds herself at the SPA just before closing on a Saturday afternoon, suited up as Ladybug and accompanied by Chat Noir, to adopt a cat for her friend Adrien, who happens to be a teen supermodel.

She thinks distantly of how she once said she was an ordinary girl with an ordinary life and wonders what in the world she was thinking.

The staff at the shelter are friendly and positively bubbling over with excitement to have Ladybug and Chat Noir in the facility to adopt a cat instead of simply dropping off rescues. Chat is eating it up, and Ladybug can’t help but smile with pride. He’s ridiculous, but in a dozen lifetimes, she could never find a better partner.

They make their way to the cat room amidst the distant sound of barking dogs from the other side of the shelter. She knew to expect it, but the look of absolute delight that crosses Chat Noir's face as he walks in the room is like the first rays of sun after a week of rain - brilliant, bright, and beautiful.

A cacophony of cat vocalization fills the room as they walk the rows of cage enclosures, from tiny mews to hearty meows. Little paws extend through the bars when they approach, and Chat tickles their toe beans or brushes their soft fur with his own clawed fingers. It's all a bit of sensory and emotional overload, so Ladybug purposefully brings her mind back to the task at hand, turning toward a shelter employee.

"I'm thinking of a relatively young cat, but not a kitten. Calm and friendly."

The employee nods. "We have a few that I think would be perfect for you." She smiles warmly toward Chat Noir, who is currently holding a giant ginger tabby who'd been roaming free in the room. "He's rescued several of the cats housed in this room right now. We're so grateful for him." She leads Ladybug to a bank of cages to the left, swinging open the door of an enclosure at eye level. "I've been calling this fellow Sable, but your partner was a bit more creative with naming when he brought him to us."

The label on the cage reads: My name is Zibeline. I'm super happy to be here instead of on the street! I was brought to the SPA on 14 December. I am about 8 months old, fixed and up to date on my shots. I'm a little shy, but I love treats and cuddling and I'm good with kids. I get along well with other cats after proper introduction. Are you ready to take me to my forever home?

Ladybug's heart twists. She can't choose the very first cat she sees, can she?

"Oh, you found my Zibby Bear! Hi, buddy!"

Chat Noir resituates the ginger tabby cozied up in his arms and reaches out a hand over Ladybug's shoulder to scratch Zibeline under the chin. The cat extends his neck and purrs happily.

He turns to the staff member. "He looks amazing. I knew there was a gorgeous coat under all that matted fur."

"It's true. He's like a brand-new cat."

A few moments later, Ladybug finds herself sitting cross-legged on the floor, dangling a little mouse with a bell in it over the head of a deep brown Burmese mix, falling more and more in love every time the cat turns his big yellow eyes toward her. He's active and alert but still mellow and sweet. As soon as she tucks the little toy behind her back, he climbs into the space between her crossed legs and settles his front paws on her knee. She looks up at Chat Noir helplessly, and he and the employee both laugh.

"Well, that was easy," he says. "Is The Zibster the one?"

She nods, running her gloved fingers gently through the cat's thick sable fur. She can't wait to pet him with her bare hands when they get home.

The staff member leads them to the front desk while another volunteer prepares the impending adoptee for his freedom ride. As they walk, Ladybug notices a large posterboard full of photos on the wall just outside the cat room door. "Thank You, Chat Noir!" is spelled out in die-cut letters across the top. Some photos are of cats looking out from their enclosures, some include Chat Noir himself holding either cat or crate. She does a quick count by fives and is astonished at the number she comes up with.

"Chaton, you've rescued 32 cats?"

His cheeks heat up, but his smile is soft. "At this shelter, yes."

Ladybug swallows quickly around the lump in her throat, changing tack to cover her sudden surge of emotion. "And do you give all of them ridiculous names?"

"Hey, I'm an excellent cat namer, thank you very much."

"What does Zibe-whatever even mean?"

He laughs. "It means sable - it's a little animal like a mink. My mother had a long sable coat that I remember her wearing to big, fancy events when I was little. Zibby's fur reminded me of that when I found him. Er, well...I thought it would once he was cleaned up."

"Why not name him Sable?"

Chat spreads his hands out in a grand gesture. "Well, I'm a learned gentlecat who speaks four languages, Buginette. Also, I already named one Sable last year."

Ladybug just shakes her head and laughs. This dork is truly one of the best people she's ever known. Perhaps she's luckier than she thought.

********

Monday morning dawns bright and lovely, a cold, crisp Winter Solstice to mark their last day of school before the long holiday. Marinette wakes to a shaft of sunlight across her bed from the skylight above, illuminating the deep chestnut fur of her temporary companion purring against her side. She can't resist reaching down to pet him, rousing him from sleep. He lifts his head with a questioning "mrrr?" before he closes his eyes again.

"Do we have to give him to Adrien, Marinette? I want to keep him." Tikki looks up at her with huge blue eyes, and she almost, almost decides to just give Adrien the forest green beanie she knitted for his 28th birthday. But she doesn't have time for a pet, her parents are busy with the bakery, and, well...this is already Adrien's cat, even if he doesn't know it yet, and she can't take that away from him.

"Sorry, Tik," she says with a yawn, sitting up and scooping the cat into her arms to help him down the ladder to her room. "We'll just have to swing over and visit him at Adrien's sometime." Her cheeks flush at the thought.

She preps a small gift bag with the supplies she purchased with her €20 - a little bag of catnip-infused toys, a shaker container of treats, and a bell collar embroidered with brightly-colored fish. Adrien doesn't need to know that the shelter waived the usual €150 adoption fee, nor that the neon green litter pan and carrier were thrown in for free as well. She has a feeling those were a donation by a certain masked black cat, but no one mentioned it outright and she didn't ask.

She kisses the little cat on the nose with a reminder that she'll be back for him later, opens her purse for Tikki, and sets off for school.

********

The class is abuzz with excitement. They've slogged through a morning of last-minute assignments and a pop quiz that brought groans from the students until the teacher said they could use their notes. Lunch was spent trying to get each other to give up the secret of who their giftee was, but none of them would budge. Marinette had made a quick trip across the street to "pick up something she forgot" just before the lunch break ended.

Finally, finally, it's time to return to homeroom for their Christmas party. Nino's phone plays a curated playlist of holiday music that provides a cheery background the students' chatter. Ms. Bustier's desk and a little table set up next to it are filled with snacks and treats. Red and green macarons decorate a silver tray, and a bowl filled with berry punch sits next to it, little splashes marring the smooth surface of several adjacent cookies. Marinette snags those for her own plate and slides the tray a few inches away before going back to her seat.

When everyone's plates are left with only crumbs, the teacher finally gets their attention. Nino turns the music down but not off, and everyone scrambles to get their gifts for the exchange.

Marinette sends a quick text to her mom before setting her phone on the desk beside the little gift bag. Adrien, she notices, holds a simple envelope in his hand, tapping it nervously against the desk.

Gifts are given to squeals of delight, oohs and aahs and one "whoa, rad!" from Alix.

When Sabine Cheng peeks in just as Nino is digging into his gift bag, Marinette excuses herself for a moment before returning with a carefully-ventilated shoebox. Okay, it held a pair of her father's giant shoes, but Marinette still followed the gift-giving guidelines. Sort of. She settles back in her seat, the contents of the box making a loud scrabbling sound, followed by a plaintive meow.

Every eye in the classroom is suddenly on the second row.

"Why don't you give your gift next, Marinette?" Mrs. Bustier says, eyes focused on the now-wriggling box.

Marinette slides the box forward on the desk toward Adrien, who is already turned in his seat, eyes wide. His gaze flickers to hers, to the meowing box, and back to her.

"Joyeux Noël, Adrien."

Chloé huffs at the look of wonder on his face as he brings the box into his lap, but no one else makes a sound.

Slowly, reverently, he begins to lift the lid. After just a few centimeters, a tiny black nose nudges into the open space, followed by one little paw covered in deep brown fur, then a second, before the cat pushes the lid up and off and climbs Adrien's t-shirt like a tree. His hands wrap gently around the cat's body and hold him close to his shoulder. Oblivious to the class going crazy, Alya filming the moment in shocked glee, and Ms. Bustier remarking to no one in particular that she thought they'd been told not to give living creatures as gifts, Adrien simply buries his face in the cat's fur.

"I thought you'd like, crochet a blanket or something, Mari," comes from somewhere behind her. Across the aisle, she hears, "Or bring a cake or madeleines or, I don't know, not a cat!" And, predictably, "Giving a cat as a gift is utterly ridiculous." But none of that matters. The world narrows to Adrien's shaking shoulders and the beautiful chestnut cat sniffing at the hair above his ears, making no move to wriggle free of the hands that hold him firmly but gently in place. For several frantic moments, Marinette is gripped with the fear that she has made a horrible mistake here.

When he finally raises his head, Nino surreptitiously passes him a tissue and pats him on the back while he reluctantly hands the cat to a squealing Rose, the first of many in a long line of cuddles in the cat's immediate future.

Marinette couldn't have said whether she was breathing or not before Adrien's eyes meet hers, but she's distinctly aware of the moment her breath catches. Where she thought she'd see the same joy he'd displayed during his many feline encounters over the course of their friendship, she finds something different. Gratitude mixes with a tinge of sadness, but behind it is something profound that makes her feel exposed and comforted all at once.

He blinks, his brow furrows, and the moment is gone.

"Marinette, I...well, my father..."

"Oh!" she exclaims. "I got permission. I can show you Nathalie's email if you'd like." She reaches for her phone, but Adrien stops her with a hand over hers.

"You're amazing, Marinette," he says, voice painted with the same wonder that shines in his eyes.

Alya is making a sound like a whistling tea kettle behind her still-recording phone. It takes Nino asking, “So, mec, what are you going to name your new little dude?" to truly bring them all back to the moment. The three sets of eyes in Nino's immediate vicinity snap to him, but the rest of the class looks to Adrien for his answer.

He rubs his neck and glances at the floor before answering. "His name is, um...Zibeline."

"Ziba-what now?" Kim asks, and half the class laughs.

"It means sable," he says quietly. "His fur reminds me of a coat my mom had that she'd wear to fancy events when I was little."

Max pipes up, “Adrien is correct. The sable is a type of marten found in the forests of Central Asia." He looks down at his phone for more info. "In fact, its scientific name is Martes zibellina. Zibeline is a little-known term in both French and English used to describe the sable or an item with sable-like qualities."

"Well, it's a very fitting name, Adrien. I do hope you enjoy your new pet." Ms. Bustier gives Mylène a pointed look, gesturing toward Adrien with her head, and the cat is reluctantly returned to his new owner. "Next year, please, no live animals in the gift exchange."

Alya nudges a malfunctioning Marinette, who nods absently. "Got it, Miss," Alya answers for her.

Marinette hears none of this. Her heart pounds in her ears, drowning out the class, their teacher, Alya. She stares, transfixed, at Adrien's bare hands holding Zibeline, trying and failing to reconcile that those same hands, previously gloved in black, had scratched the cat's chin two days before at the shelter. It can't be true that the same doofus who makes incessant cat puns and throws himself toward danger with a smile, who finds and saves the most vulnerable cats and kittens in Paris and has loved her for literal years is sitting in front of her now, cradling the cat they adopted together and looking back at her with those big green eyes she's seen in her dreams since she was thirteen. Right? Right?

Except...he can. He is. She sees it with perfect clarity as soon as she allows herself to truly believe it.

Less about his miraculous and more about his heart, indeed.

She's brought back to the moment when a crisp white envelope slides across her desk.

"For you, Marinette."

(Oh, even his voice is the same. How did she never realize?)

Inside are two tickets to a fall preview fashion show in early January, just as she knew there would be, just as she and her partner had discussed at their chilly rooftop meeting point on Friday night.

"Thank you," she whispers, finally meeting his eyes and finding a guarded hope that makes her heart ache.

Well, that won't do, she thinks.

Ms. Bustier wraps up the gift exchange, thanking the students for their participation and wishing them a very happy holiday. The class moves around them, students getting more snacks and punch, Christmas music turned up again to party volume for the last few minutes of the day. Alya and Nino get up together to refill their drinks, leaving their two seatmates and one cat.

There's a beat of silence between them.

"Beautiful on the inside, huh?"

Adrien's eyes widen in relief and he hides a laugh in Zibeline's fur. "I'm pretty sure I said inside and out."

Marinette giggles helplessly as a giddy glee spreads through her. "You did. And then you picked out your own Christmas gift." She reaches out to pet the cat but Adrien goes one step further and presses Zibeline into her arms. The cat settles happily, propping his paws on her forearm before laying his head on top of them.

"I love him, Marinette. Thank you."

Her breath catches in her throat again. Ostensibly, he’s talking about the cat, but his eyes speak something slightly different, with a weight that compels her to respond in kind.

“You’re welcome. I...I love him, too.”

His answering smile is pure, radiant joy. It makes her heart beat a little out of rhythm, and she clutches Zibeline just a bit closer, grounding herself in the feel of his thick fur. For a moment, Marinette is stunned by the wave of emotion that rises in her chest, a sudden vision of limitless possibility that makes her feel as powerful and determined as she does wearing her spots.

As he slides from his seat to refill his plate with likely-forbidden snacks, Adrien gives her a cheeky wink and leans in close enough that she can smell his familiar cologne. “That embroidery machine is still on the table, by the way. Seems like a super gift for a girlfriend who’s beautiful inside and out, doesn’t it?”

Marinette sputters as he saunters away, her ears and cheeks burning.

“Well, well, well,” Alya drawls as she sets down her drink. “Three years and two dozen failed schemes, and it turned out all it took to make something happen between you two was a cat.” She pops an entire macaron in her mouth and chews thoughtfully. "You won Christmas, by the way."

"I thought the competition was between you and Nino?"

Alya shrugs and points at Zibeline. "No one can beat that." After a long swig of punch, she reaches over to scratch the cat behind the ears. “Girl, I hope you like cats, because in a few years, this one’s going to be yours, too.”

Marinette looks down at the cat in her arms, then back at her best friend, and all she can do is laugh.

“Don’t worry, Alya. I love them. I always have.”

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day. It was very cold but the heat is mostly fixed! So sleeping and waking up was a lot easier today. I woke up to say goodbye to James but would sleep a little longer. When I did finally wake up I felt good. It was a nice morning.

I got up and got dressed and felt very cozy. I had some plans for the day. But not a ton. I would clean a little. I vacuumed and picked up a few things. I will change the sheet tomorrow. But it was good.

I spent some time doing photos for my website I set up a tripod and used one of the doorway drapes as a background I used our remote shutter and it worked really well to make the photos crisp I experimented with portrait mode to blur the background and I am really happy with them. We will get them on the website soon

I did my knitting. I texted my dad and we decided to video chat. I would work on my next print while we talked. It was really nice chatting with my parents. I hope we can do it more. Honestly even just having the call on while we do our own thing. Like a pretend in person hang out.

We talked about art school memories and my prints and I just love my dad very much so it was good hanging out for a little while.

When we got off the call I decided all I wanted was five guys. I would drive out to Canton and it was a nice drive. I stopped at target first to see if they had the shorts I wanted but they did not. I forgot I was going to see about electric blankets. But that's okay. I bought a silly plastic sheep.

I went to five guys. They have raised their prices a lot. But they were really nice and got the food out really fast. I ate in my car and watched a video before I drove home.

I took the long way just to enjoy the ride. And when I got home Mr Will was leaving to go get his truck before he came back. He teased me about being a bad driver because I hit the curb but how else am I supposed to know I am close enough???

I would head upstairs and my new overalls came and they are great. I will probably wear them next week. I poked around the apartment. Worked on my print. And then Mr Will was there. We hung out for most of an hour. Trying to fix the heaters. Talking about life. I showed him my prints. He played with Sweetp who kept crying at him and chasing him. Mr Will put some new valves on the radiators. He used some of my tools and I was pretty proud of myself for having what he needed.

I gave him some more cookies (apparently ginger bread is his favorite and he has requested more) and he headed out. He would come back a few times to see if whatever he did in the basement worked. But I'm not sure it did. The studio, office, and bedroom are working but the living room and bathroom are not. That is okay for now. But it's a process for sure.

I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out on the couch. I painted my nails. Which took forever to dry. I wanted James to come home but they had to make a stop before they came home so I had to wait a bit.

But when they came home it was just really nice. We talked about wedding stuff. About work. About the wedding open house at work on Thursday. Which I'm going to go to with James. James made us soup for dinner and we watched a video about Goya's Black Paintings. It was a really nice night.

We had some stupid laughs because I was tired but wouldn't do anything about it. I chased James around for a bit. Before finally taking a shower and getting in bed.

It is nice in here. I am happy. Tomorrow will be a good day. I'm going to clean and work on art. I want to make a new pattern for a stuffed animal. I hope you all have a great night tonight. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight,!!

[criquette-was-here]

Hi Criquette! I hope I'm not bothering you with this but I have a small wcif. Can I ask where did you get the bar recolors from the pub bar counters and bar from your pub interior? I believe those are from ATS2 but I can't seem to find these recolors. Many thanks!

Hey anon!Well, I’ve made those myself ^^ Let me just put it that way.Since I’m a bit impulsive when it comes to lot mode CC I often just edit Maxis’ stuff, or CC from other creators no matter what just to make myself satisfied with the result. The Tower inn Interior is a good example of such approach. I wanted to finish it real quick but I’ve spend a week or two editing and making meshes, replacing textures, making recolors, etc.I knew that someday I might get a WCIF about it, but I really don’t want to polish all the issues this content has. So use it at your own risk! ^____^’Most of it (like glasses and those consoles, white pillars are ‘Moveobjects on’ only. There is no collection file and the stuff is just scattered across the menus.

The bar piece from ATS Irish pub. It is a recolor of it (so as for dining chair), the mesh isn’t included, you’ll need to get it from ATS. As for the clock, it’s a DR of Raynuss’ ‘Nabu Living’ Wall Clock. If you have it, make sure to remove the original, otherwise you’ll get those conflicted. 

Fireplace. This is a DR of the Colonial Fireplace by Hugelinatic at MTS. If you have it installed, it will conflict. The mesh is heavily edited, and also it is used as a master file for the Bar wall console (the one with the clock). 

Horse brasses and beer mats were made from scratch and should be used together since one of them is a master file for the other ones. The only reliable way to use this content is put it into ‘Downloads’ folder all together since many items are repositoried to each other.

If you still interested, here it is!

The Tower Inn Closing-down sale!

What you get:

Horse brasses, beer labels and mats (wall deco, simlish)

Wood sofa

Bar shelves & wall console (needs a fireplace)

Raynuss’ Clock DR

ATS irish pub bar and dining chair recolor

Glasses and bottles for shelves

Bar glass holder

Upper bar console, 5 pieces

Upper bar console chalkboard menu

Rechercher runner recolor (bar rubber mat)

Rechercher Counter recolor

Wood paneled walls

Tourist Info board (Everything you need to know about Zagoskin)

Portrait of the Engineer

Fireplace console Painting (edit of @suicideloversims 3T2 conversion)

Mooring Mast Construction Photo (Maxis’ Travel poster recolor)

The Tower Inn Guestbook

While SFS is down (i’ll provide an SFS link once it’s up again), here’s a Dropbox link:

DOWNLOADEnjoy if you can!

[alexlamia]

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

6. What are you excited for?

7. What happened tonight?

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

9. Is confidence cute?

10. What is the last beverage you had?

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

18. The last time you felt broken?

19. Have you had sex today?

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

21. Are you in a good mood?

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

24. What do you want right this second?

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

34. Listening to?

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

38. Who did you last call?

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

44. Do you tan in the nude?

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

47. Who was the last person to call you?

48. Do you sing in the shower?

49. Do you dance in the car?

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

53. Is Christmas stressful?

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

59. Take a vitamin daily?

60. Wear slippers?

61. Wear a bath robe?

62. What do you wear to bed?

63. First concert?

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

65. Nike or Adidas?

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

69. Ever take dance lessons?

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

71. Can you curl your tongue?

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

74. What is your favorite book?

75. Do you study better with or without music?

76. Regularly burn incense?

77. Ever been in love?

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

79. What was the last concert you saw?

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

81. Tea or coffee?

82. Favorite type of cookie?

83. Can you swim well?

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

85. Are you patient?

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

87. Ever won a contest?

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

89. Which are better black or green olives?

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

91. Best room for a fireplace?

92. Do you want to get married?

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🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻‍♀️ 🧛🏻‍♀️

🐈 🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈

🐈‍⬛ 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Damn 😳

1. Yes.

2. Yes.

3. No.

4. Yes.

5. Yes.

6. Fall and Halloween 🎃

7. Nothing, really. Just hanging out with my cat.

8. No.

9. Yes.

10. Sweet tea 🫖

11. Three.

12. No. 👖

13. Probably stay in my room with my cat.

14. Maybe Halloween decor or art supplies 😂

15. Yes.

16. God, I hope so.

17. My partner and my best friend.

18. I feel broken every day 🤷🏻‍♀️

19. No 😒

20. No.

21. Yes.

22. No.

23. Yes. 😂

24. A lot of things.

25. Nothing. 🤷🏻‍♀️

26. Yes. I’ve never dyed my hair.

27. No.

28. A funny video that my brother send me.

29. Yes. 😞

30. Yes.

31. No.

32. Yes ❤️

33. Hell no! I love soda.

34. Not listening to anything right now, but I normally listen to country music. lol 😂

35. No. Just draw outlines in pencil. ✏️

36. Yes.

37. Yes.

38. My Dad.

39. I’ve never danced with anyone.

40. I love them, and I was leaving to go home.

41. My birthday.

42. Yes.

43. Yes.

44. No.

45. No.

46. Yes.

47. My mom.

48. Yes.

49. No.

50. Yes.

51. In high school.

52. No.

53. A little bit.

54. Yes! 😋

55. Is rhubarb a fruit? If not, then Apple.

56. A singer or an archeologist.

57. Yes. 👻

58. Yes.

59. No.

60. Yes. 🥿

61. No.

62. An old t-shirt and shorts.

63. It was either a Faith Hill concert or a George Strait Concerts.

64. Target! 🎯

65. Nike.

66. Tough decision, but Fritos.

67. Sunflower seeds!

68. Anther tough one! Probably “Love Story”.

69. No.

70. No.

71. Yes. 👅

72. No. Came close, though.

73. Yes. 🥲

74. “The Vampire Lestat” by Anne Rice.

75. Yes.

76. Yes.

77. Yes.

78. Depeche Mode. Guns N’ Roses. Slipknot. AC/DC, but I don’t think they’re doing that anymore.

79. Blake Shelton.

80. Cold tea 🫖

81. Coffee ☕️

82. Chocolate chip 🍪

83. No. 😬

84. Yes.

85. Yes.

86. Band.

87. Yes.

88. No.

89. Green. 🫒

90. Yea. Do it.

91. Every room would be cool, but if I can only pick one, it would be the living room.

92. Yes 💖 Although, I doubt anyone would want to marry me.

[poisonepel]

✨ Main Story Overviews - Prologue & Episode 1 ✨

These are not in-depth summaries !! But there’s a lot of chapters in the main story and sometimes I want to quickly refer back to one but can’t remember which one is which 😂 so these are like, brief overviews of each one. I thought I’d share too!!

Other Summaries: Episode 2 & 3

Prologue

Part 00 Crowley’s opening monologue at the mirror.

Part 01 Yuu wakes up to Grim trying to steal their robes; meets Crowley.

Part 02 (Rhythm) The sorting ceremony; Grim tries to prove his strength so he can enroll too.

Part 03 Grim runs away somewhere & Crowley ends the ceremony.

Part 04 Crowley tries looking for Yuu’s homeland in the library to no avail; he decides to let them stay.

Part 05 (Rhythm) They visit the Ramshackle Dorm for the first time, and realize it has ghosts.

Part 06 (Rhythm) Crowley brings Yuu and Grim dinner; he’s impressed that they warded off the ghosts, and asks them to show him how they did it by fighting him.

Part 07 Crowley dubs Yuu & Grim the school choredoers.

Part 08 (Ghost Battle) Yuu & Grim’s first morning as choredoers; Crowley asks them to clean Main Street.

Part 09 They meet Ace who gives them a crash course about the Great Seven.

Part 10 (Ace Battle) Ace starts making rude & mocking comments about them; Grim starts fighting with him & accidentally burns one of the statues; Crowley punishes them by saying all 3 of them have to clean 100 windows.

Part 11 Yuu and Grim wait for Ace to show up for the punishment; they go looking for him in the classroom & meet a talking portrait.

Part 12 (Rhythm) They find Ace in the Hall of Mirrors; he tries running away so they yell at a passing Deuce to stop him; in the meantime, Grim tries to escape himself. Ace makes Deuce help him catch Grim.

Part 13 Grim is swinging on a priceless, magic chandelier; Deuce hurls Ace up in the air to catch him; they end up breaking the chandelier. Crowley threatens to expel all of them unless they find a magic gemstone to fix it, so they go to the Dwarfs’ Mine to get one.

Part 14 (Rhythm) In the Silent Woods, they look inside Snow White’s cottage, then go into the mines where they find more ghosts.

Part 15 (Overblot Dwarf Battle) Ace, Deuce, and Grim all start bicker about whose fault it is that they’re in this situation; a giant overblotted monster resembling a dwarf appears and tells them to leave and that it won’t give up the stone; they all run away.

Part 16 Deuce is the only one determined to go back to get the gem; after some more bickering they all decide to go back.

Part 17 They manage to pin down the monster with Deuce’s cauldrons & grab the magic stone.

Part 18 (Overblot Dwarf Boss Battle) The monster breaks free and chases them out of the mines; they’re able to defeat it with magic; it leaves behind a black stone, which Grim realizes smells delicious so he eats it.

Part 19 Crowley didn’t actually think they’d be able to get the gem (he’d already filled out their expulsion papers), but then starts sobbing because he’s so proud his students worked together like that. He decides to let Yuu and Grim enroll together, saying they’ll be considered as one student, since Yuu is a good beast-tamer and Grim can use magic/take all the lessons that Yuu can’t. Grim receives his magic gemstone. Additionally, Crowley names Yuu a ‘prefect’ and gives them a ghost camera.

Part 20 (Opening Video) Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim end the night with some more bickering & part their ways; Grim is super excited to start his new life as a student.

Episode 1

Part 01 (Disney Dream) Ace bangs on the Ramshackle Dorm’s door very late at night, wearing a large collar, declaring he’s done being in Heartslabyul.

Part 02 Ace explains he had eaten one of the tarts prepared for a party, so Riddle put this collar on him. He then decides he’s staying the night here; Deuce arrives the next morning, and they try to go apologize to Riddle so Ace can have his magic back.

Part 03 (Rhythm) In the Heartslabyul rose maze, they meet Cater, who has them help him paint the roses red.

Part 04 (Cater Battle) Ace asks where Riddle is; Cater tells him he can’t let him back inside the dorm unless he brings a tart to make up for the one he ate; he kicks them all out. But it’s time for class so they have to postpone making a tart right now.

Part 05 (Rhythm) After a few classes, Grim decides he’s done with school. Ace and Deuce only offer to help catch him if Yuu promises to buy them things from the cafeteria.

Part 06 (Upperclassmen Students Battle) At lunch, Grim gets excited about all the food available and bumps into an irritated upperclassman, making him drop his food. They get into a fight.

Part 07 Cater and Trey join them for lunch; they talk about why they follow the Queen of Hearts’ rules in Heartslabyul (it’s their tradition).

Part 08 They all discuss the other dorms; it’s revealed that this is an all-boys school; Lilia sneaks up on them when they bring up Diasomnia; Riddle appears just as Ace starts complaining about him.

Part 09 (Riddle’s Unique Magic) Riddle says he was considering removing Ace’s collar if he regreted his actions, but it’s clear that he hasn’t. Trey explains what “Unique Magic” is; he also tells them they’ll need to collect 300 chestnuts so they can bake a make-up marron tart.

Part 10 (Rhythm) Yuu and Grim run into Leona while looking for tools to pick up chestnuts; the gang peels all the nuts they collected in the kitchen.

Part 11 Deuce, Yuu, and Grim go to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop to buy some extra ingredients, since they used too much to make the crème de marron.

Part 12 (Upperclassmen Students Battle) On their way back, they bump into the upperclassmen from lunch earlier and Deuce accidentally drops the eggs they bought; he reverts into his ‘bad boy’ mode.

Part 13 (Rhythm; Deuce’s Backstory) After the upperclassmen run off, Deuce is distraught with himself for getting so heated and explains that he used to be a delinquent; they return to the kitchen and finish making the marron tarts.

Part 14 (Trey’s Unique Magic) Cater stops by to take pictures of the finished tarts; Trey uses his Unique Magic to change the flavor of their bites; Deuce joins Ace to stay the night at the Ramshackle Dorm. Meanwhile, at Heartslabyul, some students come up to Trey and Cater complaining miserably about Riddle’s strict rules.

Part 15 (Rhythm; Disney Dream; Cater’s Unique Magic) Today is the Unbirthday Party! Cater stops by the Ramshackle Dorm in the morning to get them all ready. When they get back to the rose maze, he uses his magic Split Card so they can finish painting the roses red quickly.

Part 16 At the party, Ace offers Riddle the marron tart, but there happens to be a rule against bringing marron tarts to the Unbirthday Party so Riddle starts yelling at him.

Part 17 (Trey & Cater Battle) Ace, Grim, Yuu, and Deuce are not happy with Riddle acting so strict & ungrateful about this tart; Riddle blows up and puts collars on all of them. Trey and Cater ultimately side with Riddle and kick Yuu and co. out.

Part 18 They meet Chenya in the rose maze, who encourages them to talk to Trey if they want to know more about Riddle.

Part 19 Riddle punishes more students in the lounge; Ace and co. corner Trey in the library; he tells them a little about Riddle’s backstory. Crowley appears.

Part 20 Crowley suggests that Ace challenge Riddle to a duel to take over as dorm leader. Both Ace and Deuce decide to go forward with that.

Part 21 (Riddle Battle; Disney Dream) Crowley supervises on the day of the duel; Riddle is forced to remove the collars so that they can start the battle fair and square.

Part 22 Riddle wins immediately by putting the collars back on them; Ace blows up, punches Riddle, and gives a long, angry speech about why Riddle needs to clean up his act. In turn, Riddle’s anger starts consuming him too and he threatens to impale Ace with the trees around them.

Part 23 Trey overwrites Riddle’s magic with Doodle Suit to rescue Ace from being impaled; Riddle’s anger continues to deepen.

Part 24 (Overblot Riddle Boss Battle) Riddle overblots; Ace and Deuce fight him to bring him back to his senses.

Part 25 (Riddle’s Backstory) Backstory! Riddle’s mother was overbearing and planned out every second of his life; Chenya and Trey helped Riddle sneak out to have fun a little; his mom got furious when she found out about this and banned him from seeing them again.

Part 26 Riddle wakes up; he begins crying because he didn’t agree with all the rules he enforced either and wanted to have more fun. Ace doesn’t forgive him easily and demands a redo Unbirthday Party where Riddle brings a homemade tart this time.

Part 27 Crowley and Trey take Riddle to the infirmary; Grim eats the black gem left behind by Riddle’s overblot episode.

Part 28 (Rhythm) Several days later, they successfully have another Unbirthday Party; Riddle brings out a strawberry tart he made with oyster sauce, since Trey would jokingly convince people that that was his secret ingredient; meanwhile, in Savanaclaw, Leona and Ruggie discuss a plan to take revenge on Malleus.

[thecosmicsen]

voice msgs incoming! one "an old lady offered me a blue rose - so i ate it. tried to. turns out it wasn't 'the real deal'. did you know blue roses don't grow in nature? she dyed it, a normal one." two "was informed my lips are still blue. my hand too. i tried to wipe it away, into my hair. it didn't work." [attached jpg depicting a badly lit, blurry portrait made by oliver's frontal camera because selfie mode's a hassle] 1/2

three "see. the food coloring was sweet. i can't get rid of the stains. i saved a petal for you to try. where are you." 2/2

THE MISDEMEANORS OF DUMB AND DUMBER   —  — —   (  ?  /  ??  )

it never ceases to amaze him to witness all of Oliver’s uncanny ways to get into the most BIZARRE situations.  the apparent stupidity of the other is enough to elicit raucous hearty laughter from the ghost that seizes the weary looks of passerby on the open lit streets.  with his shoulders shaking,  his mirth is only intensified upon seeing Oliver’s poorly attempt at displaying what kind of ludicrous trouble he has landed himself into now.  however,  he is exasperated to see that the other hasn’t picked up on any of his back breaking research into taking the most immaculate selfie tips.  

“  I TOLD YOU TO STOP MOVING YOUR HEAD SO MUCH FOR PICTURES  !  ”   is Jaewoo’s immediate passionate response once he yet again reaches the voicemail beep that HE set up for Oliver.  “  WHAT KIND OF WILD ANIMAL ARE YOU ?!  I CAN’T SEE SHIT.  SEND IT AGAIN OR VIDEO CALL ME.  YOU REMEMBER HOW TO DO THAT RIGHT  ?  WHY ARE YOU TRUSTING OLD LADIES AGAIN  ?  DID YOU FORGET WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME WHEN ONE OF THEM TRIED BECKONING US OVER FOR FREE CORNDOGS AND SHE STOLE OUR SHOES  ?!  but come find me,  I wanna try it out too.  I’m in  ———  ”

a shit-eating grin alights his face with mischievous delight as he purposefully cuts himself off from giving his location to the oblivious soul.  knowing Oliver,  he is probably too engrossed in figuring out how to locate Jaewoo for his blue rose delivery whilst completing ignoring the fact that Jaewoo has his location switched on for him to track him with.  naturally,  it only makes sense for Jaewoo to CONFOUND the other even more with cut-off sentences and nonsensical replies so he gleefully decides to spam the other with a litter of non-stop text messages.

[  KKT : bottomless pit 🌚  ]   by the way what do you mean that blue roses aren’t real and don’t grow in nature ???  this rose exists  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]   image sent.  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]   where are you  ??? I told you my location hurry up  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  OH [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  OH NO [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  OLI HELP HLELEPL HLEP LPHELPELP [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  ((*)((!)@()@*^!!()!*@*@^* [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  SHE IS COMING  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]   image sent.  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  THE WOMAN WITH THE BLUE ROSE SHE’S AFTER ME  [  KKT : bottomless pit  🌚  ]  YOU HAVE TO SAVE ME OLI AND EAT THE ENTIRE BOUQUET !!

[2smittinkittin]

@kittykatlow ok sweets here you go...again 😊this time I'll leave it up😉

Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

No

You talked to an ex today, correct?

No

Have you taken someones virginity?

No

Is trust a big issue for you?

Yes

Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Yes

What are you excited for?

I'm a pretty excitable girl...so little things like new art supplies I ordered

 7. What happened tonight?

😊 stuff

Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

No judgment do you sis stay safe

Is confidence cute?

Definitely

What is the last beverage you had?

Pineapple strawberry blueberry pear orange smoothie "

"

How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

Very few like I have fingers left on the one hand im using to count

Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

I own several

What are you gonna do Saturday night?

No idea I'm not a planner

What are you going to spend money on next?

Hopefully a cute little dress

Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Yes

Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Change no..grow Hopefully

Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Daddy Bear

The last time you felt broken?

When my grandmother died

Have you had sex today?

No...LDR Covid stay at home orders all travel plans canceled

Are you starting to realize anything?

Nope

Are you in a good mood?

Yes

Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Not even a little

Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

No

What do you want right this second?

Icecream

What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Depends are he or she our 3rd

Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Yes

Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Never!

What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Tik Tok

Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yes

Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Mostly

Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No, hate does not serve anyone

Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

Yes

Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

Guilty

Listening to?

Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Yes

Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Yes

Do you believe in love at first sight?

No

Who did you last call?

Daddy Bear

Who was the last person you danced with?

Myself

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

The only reason you ever should...i wanted to

When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

A couple of months ago

Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

No, covid mom is immune compromised i would never put her at risk...i miss mom hugs😩

Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

More than once

Do you tan in the nude?

I have been topless but I burn

If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Nope

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

Yes

Who was the last person to call you?

Daddy Bear

Do you sing in the shower?

Poorly

Do you dance in the car?

Like a stripper

Ever used a bow and arrow?

No

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Graduation

Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yes but I 💟them

Is Christmas stressful?

Its the most wonderful time of the year

Ever eat a pierogi?

Omg yes my mom and I went on a binge for like 3 months

Favorite type of fruit pie?

Peach cobbler

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Cardiac surgeon

Do you believe in ghosts?

I definitely believe in displaced spirits...Creole is strong in this girl

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Often

Take a vitamin daily?

Yes

Wear slippers?

House boots

Wear a bath robe?

Rarely

What do you wear to bed?

Skin

First concert?

lollapalooza

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Wal-Mart target

Nike or Adidas?

Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Both

Favorite Taylor Swift song?

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing, that's ever been mine…

Ever take dance lessons?

No

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

No, but I really like the whole helping them remove a tie and unbutton a shirt after work

Can you curl your tongue?

No

Ever won a spelling bee?

Oh no no no

Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

No

What is your favorite book?

Light in the attic

Do you study better with or without music?

With

Regularly burn incense?

No

Ever been in love?

Yes

Who would you like to see in concert?

Beyonce/ Aerosmith

What was the last concert you saw?

A drag classic rock show in Vegas

Hot tea or cold tea?

Botg

Tea or coffee?

Tea

Favorite type of cookie?

Animal

Can you swim well?

No

Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes

Are you patient?

Yes mostly but also not at all

DJ or band, at a wedding?

Band

Ever won a contest?

Yes I won an art thing in HS

Ever have plastic surgery?

No

Which are better black or green olives?

Black

Opinions on sex before marriage?

Sexual compatibility is so important. Knowing that before marriage is important IMO

Best room for a fireplace?

Den

Do you want to get married

I think yes

[kyxxlascc]

August 2019 CC Haul

Haul Edition 2!

Every month I make a haul post with all of the CC that I downloaded and added to my game.

The purpose of this text post is so that I can keep track of things I actually downloaded during the month because everything I reblog is queued and also so that everything is in one place.

Mods

Random Mods by littlemssam

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175412396783/random-small-mods-sometimes-mods-are-sooo-small

Smarter Robot Vacuum by BraveSim

https://modthesims.info/d/631102/smarter-robot-vacuum.html

Classic Icons by kixg

https://thekixgofficial.tumblr.com/post/186357474044/do-you-like-the-new-ui-but-cannot-get-used-to-the

Makeup & Face Details

3D Eyelashes by plumbobjuice

https://plumbobjuice.tumblr.com/post/164239237300/3d-eyelashes-recolorretexture-of

Nail Polish by lehgaming

https://lehgaming.tumblr.com/post/157584381531

Pointy, Long and Multicolour Nail Polish by lehgaming

https://lehgaming.tumblr.com/post/163460259338

Shoes

Hazel Boots by alexarr

https://alexaarr.tumblr.com/post/183098359036/hazel-boots

Basic Sneakers by pleyita

https://pleyita.tumblr.com/post/184432141250/the-basic-sneaker-these-are-two-perfectly-good

Birkenstocks by blarffy

https://blarffy.tumblr.com/post/186448709155/ive-converted-the-baby-birkies-for-all-of-the

Cross-front Heels by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/183643752728/cross-front-heel-i-havent-made-shoes-in-like

Madlen Narkissa Sandals by mj95

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-shoes-female-teenadultelder/title/madlen-narkissa-sandals/id/1297755/

Thrifty Wedges by ghardenia

https://love4sims4.tumblr.com/post/161896643303/ghardenia-the-brick-house-a-set-of-four

Clothes

Sulani Set (Top&Bottoms) by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/186820215372/sulani-set-a-puffy-sleeved-crop-and-some-wide-leg

Farah Dress by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/186634031942/farah-dress-i-stress-ate-3-kitkat-chunkys-making

Denim Jacket and Long Cardigan by simplesimmer

https://blogsimplesimmer.tumblr.com/post/153238657790/hello-everyone-i-have-finally-finished-this-small

Two-Piece Swimsuit by moontrait

https://moontrait.tumblr.com/post/185848002538/moontrait-two-piece-swimsuit-we-need-more

Sparkle V Neck Maxi Dress by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/185599484551/sparkle-v-neck-maxi-wow-what-a-look-i-made-this

Oceane Swimsuit by simlaughlove

https://snagglefuster.tumblr.com/post/185819698620/sll-oceane

Vintage Tees by nuagelle

https://nuagelle.tumblr.com/post/172380394108/vintage-tees-sooo-i-totally-fell-in-love-with

Delia Bralette by blushcat

https://blushchat.tumblr.com/post/171134503364/delia-bralette-basegame-compatible-cas

Picnic Date Dress by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/183293534292/picnic-date-a-dress-and-a-crop-top-in-a-gingham

Rifle Paper Co Bathrobes by simplistic-sims4

https://simplistic-sims4.tumblr.com/post/185291050160/rpc-bathrobes-i-got-a-request-from-kenziesprecher

Aubelle Lingerie by renorasims

https://renorasims.tumblr.com/post/173541886778/hi-everyone-heres-a-cute-little-lingerie-set-i

Hair

Paise by wild-pixel

https://wild-pixel.tumblr.com/post/186824389346/paise-hair-you-guys-seemed-to-really-like-my-paige

Rizal Hair by marsosims

https://marsosims.tumblr.com/post/186749816981/rizal-hair-this-hair-is-named-after-the-filipino

Aubrey by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/167010061675/aubrey-a-remake-of-my-kimberly-bun-with

Wispy Hairline by bluemoonsim

https://bluemoonsim.tumblr.com/post/173922260048/22-800-followers-gift-wispy-hairline-a

Organic Hairline by qwertsims

https://qwertysims.tumblr.com/post/175734908719/pixelore-organic-hairline-recolor-fix-by

Rachel by aharris00britney

https://www.patreon.com/posts/24964922

Accessories

Stellar Earrings by anessasims

https://anessasims.tumblr.com/post/180942163814/hello-i-was-inspired-to-create-some-simple

La Luna Earrings by nords

https://nords-sims.tumblr.com/post/186528048341/la-luna-earrings-hello-lovelies-virtual-aglet

Traveler’s Necklace by ridgeports

https://ridgeports.com/post/186347881787/travelers-necklace-ive-always-wanted-to-try

Droplet Hoop Earrings by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/186412428060/droplet-hoop-earrings-i-just-wanted-more-simple

Grandma’s RIng by joliebean

https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/184501926661/grandmas-ring-a-ring-in-7-swatches

Tattoos

Harry Potter by lilsimsie

https://lilsimsiecc.tumblr.com/post/158710926659/lilsimsie-harry-potter-upper-back-tattoo-set-by

Wrist Tattoos by hazelios

https://hazelios.com/post/157988234109/3-simlish-words-3-symbols-custom-thumb-and

Astrology Tattoos by noodlescc

https://noodlescc.tumblr.com/post/182769157104/astrology-tattoos-and-pupils-includes/amp

Build&Buy Mode

Breakfast Clutter by aroundthesims

https://aroundthesims.tumblr.com/post/144308587643/around-the-sims-4-breakfast-clutter-because-i

Quilted Dreams by harrie-cc

https://harrie-cc.tumblr.com/post/186823771798/quilteddreams

Girl Power Paintings by abundanceofpixels

https://abundanceofpixels.tumblr.com/post/186456330663/girl-power-a-wall-art-set-by

Display Wardrobe by adonispluto

http://www.modthesims.info/d/583747

Simple Furniture Set by iamsimmerb

https://iamsimmerb.tumblr.com/post/186969977574/im-proudly-present-drum-roll-pleaaase-simple

Drinks Clutter by aroundthesims

https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/appliance_drink_04.shtml

Handbag Clutter-Umbrella by aroundthesims

https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/decorative_clutter_16.shtml

Perfect Single Closet by sg5150

https://sg5150.tumblr.com/post/177889550994/sg5150-perfect-size-single-closet-maxis-design

Vakkert Sims by sanoysims

https://sanoysims.tumblr.com/post/163037175266/vakkert-set-ts4-heavily-copied-of-this-photo

Painting-Ununpentium Living Room by wondymoon

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-objects-livingroom/title/ununpentium-living-room--i/id/1407581/

Rifle Paper Co Travel Prints by SimPlistic

https://simplistic-sims4.tumblr.com/post/174405024272/rifle-paper-travel-prints-in-simlish-theyre

Random Conversions 1 by lindseyxsims

https://lindseyxsims.tumblr.com/post/131591516148/random-conversions-1

Squarely There Modular Sofa by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178974893144/squarely-there-modular-sofa-base-game-tried

Seamless Wall Mirror by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178345249649/seamless-wall-mirror-complete-wall-coverage-it

Various Coffee Table Meshes by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178724433089/various-coffee-table-mesh-edits-edited-a-bunch-of

Banana Leaf Motif Wallpaper by amoebae

https://pictureamoebae.tumblr.com/post/184233487774/bananaleafrelease

Functional Moleskin Journal by pleyita

https://pleyita.tumblr.com/post/182756908745/moleskine-journals-this-is-a-re-release-of-the

Marvel Portrait and Prints by blumpob

https://blumpob.tumblr.com/post/144055854422/mike-mitchell-marvel-portrait-prints-posters

Moon Mirror by toskasims

https://toskasims-cc.tumblr.com/post/186208756833/moon-mirror-3-swatches-300-polys-download

Terrazzo Tables by suzy-sims

https://suzy-sims.tumblr.com/post/187152544281/terrazzo-tables-im-an-avid-fan-of

Closet Add-On Perfect Door by mutske

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-objects-buildmode-doors/title/closet-add-on-perfect-size-door-1x1/id/1452260/

“Simlished” American Travel Prints by abundanceofpixels

https://abundanceofpixels.tumblr.com/post/158034858053/simlished-american-travel-prints-16-posters

Kallax Set by pqsim

https://pqsim4.blogspot.com/2019/08/ikea-kallax-sims-4-custom-content.html?spref=pi

Sets/Packs

AxA 2019 by aharris00britney and ayoshi

https://www.patreon.com/posts/28750048

AxA 2018 by aharris00britney and ayoshi

https://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/post/181398692221/ayoshi-download-austins-patreon-donate-to