#shanice; focused

[emystic-old]

Many of the Belle members have a trainee agent that is tasked under them as their "junior". Usually whoever they're tasked to have similar origins or abilities to their own. A trainee is classified as any member under the age of 20.

However, Alasie is actually have a lot more skill in magic than Shanice ever will probably have. This is due to the fact Alasie been training much earlier than Shanice, the only unfortunate thing is that Alasie being half human keep her from having the sheer amount of raw energy Shanice can have when she lose control.

To make up for the fact that Shanice cannot teach her how to make her magic stronger, she made up for it by teaching her martial arts and how to be a better performer. Despite Shanice never being known for dancing or singing, Alasie learn most of her vocal and dance training from Shanice.

[astoldbyaja]

Primal - Ch.25 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

The Percy Mill Park was quiet and serene. I only ever camped here when I needed a break from the world. After escaping Marcus, I still felt him all around me on the outside and inside of me. I found it hard to adjust to life on the outside. I kept telling myself he would find me.

So, one day, I bought a bunch of camping gear and camped out high into the park. A woman should never seclude herself, because who knows what could happen to her, but at that time, I didn’t care what happened to me. I was very lucky to be able to reserve one of the nice camping spots that was only a few miles from the park’s resource building. There was a beautiful lake that I couldn’t stop glancing at whenever I was setting up. There was a fire pit and other items around the area like a man made restroom and water station. I had only been to this particular spot maybe twice in the years I was here. The grass was not tall and there were different colored flowers off in the distance. The forest was even further back, and I was not too far from the man-made parking lot and a grill with coal to cook food if needed. I had some food to get me through tonight since I only meant to stay for one night. I had my speaker on and connected to my phone as I had finished setting up my red tent.

I was going back to my inner child as I listened to the original soundtracks of old Disney movies I used to watch. Setting up camp always felt tedious to me, but with the music playing it kept me calm. On occasion I would look up at the sky wondering if I would see Scorpion’s ship. Like he’d let his ship be seen by anyone. With the technology he had, I was sure his ship could camouflage or go invisible or something. I hoped he was safe, my mate.

I don’t know why I was checking my phone often as if waiting to get a text from him letting me know how he was. Silly woman. It felt weird having no one to sing to. My voice brought someone comfort and now maybe it was time to let it bring me comfort.

As the day went on I took a few steps from my tent to take photos of the scenery. Maybe he would like to see them upon his return. As I moved about, I was humming “If I Never Knew You” by Jon Secada and Shanice. I was focusing on a beautiful spot a few feet away that had the perfect circular ray of sun shining down on it. I couldn’t resist the urge to walk over towards it and gently step into the light.

��I thought our love would be so beautiful! Somehow, we’d make the whole world bright! I thought our love would be so beautiful, we’d turn the darkness into light!” I sang to the warm sky. I felt hugged by the warmth that I imagined Scorpion’s massive arms securely wrapped around me. “And still my heart is saying we were right… And if I never knew you, I’d have lived my whole life through… empty as the sky. Never knowing why, lost forever if I never knew you.”

That night I stood before the lake, looking up at the exposed full moon. It was beautiful, it was captivating. It felt nice to be unbothered by anyone. I couldn’t hear the city or the rushing cars driving about. I heard the insects buzzing about. My speaker was on, and I was listening to the music that played on shuffle. I would do what I did the first time I had come here. I would once again wash all of him off of me. As I stepped out of my shirt and shoes, a more familiar song began to play, We Know What You Whisper by Busiswa Gqulu and Ludwig Göransson…

Normal POV

While Teleya washed beneath the moon, Scorpion was still as he was at a slight crouch, his long axe in his hand. His mask was reading the signatures in front of him and behind him.

Chu chu chu chu…Chu chu chu chu

The bad blood’s mask in front of him was leaking green blood as the mask on the bad blood behind him was cracked up the side. The yautja enforcer’s armor had scratches as well as gashes on his exposed shoulder and legs. He was wounded, but he stood tall. Scorpion had tracked the unworthy yautja’s to the state of Colorado. He had fought them for nearly two hours as this was how much time it took to disarm two bad blood’s weapons. When hunting bad blood’s, the honor code meant nothing to said traitor nor did the enforcer have to honor such code when trying to kill one.

Scorpion snarled lowly as the two rushed him, trying to strike at exposed areas of his armor. Scorpion roared as he quickly spun his axe, causing them both to jump back. He then quickly crouched and spun his axe fast and hard causing it to spin through the air and slice the bloody masked bad blood in the knees causing him to roar heavily and fall back.

Scorpion turned facing the cracked masked bad blood and ran for him just as he ran for the enforcer. Both were the same size and so the sheer force made his own cloaking system spark a bit. He made an attempt to get his claws into the yautja’s neck, to pierce his jugular, but the bad blood quickly tilted his mask down to stop his nails. Scorpion brought his knee up fast and hard cracking the bad blood’s armor. He got him to the ground on his back and began to lay his elbow viciously into the yautja’s mask. With each blow the crack in the bio mask made noises of malfunction and on the last blow, he extended his wrist blade and quickly slashed it across the bad blood’s neck.

Scorpion quickly got up, he still had one more to finish, but fire exploded up his shoulder as he roared in shock and… pain as a shuriken had swiped past his arm and landed into the tree across from him. He looked down and watched his arm detached at the elbow and landed onto the ground, green blood pouring down into the earth. Scorpion was seeing red, he turned with a vicious roar at the legless bad blood.

Looking onward from a tree trunk above was his mate’s other companion Chomper. He was still an adolescent but grew quickly in the short time he’s had him. He knew commands and he knew to be agile. Scorpion could have easily used his axe to finish off the bad blood, but he had yet to see the acidic raptor’s acid and how it impacted another yautja and its amor. The raptor was sitting patiently right above the bad blood.

“Release!” Scorpion commanded sharply. Chomper’s neck extended outward and lowered his head downward as he released a pale green liquid that poured down heavily onto the ground and the yautja below. The bad blood screeched loudly as the acid devoured what little protective armor was left on him piercing right through his flesh. Scorpion stood there watching as green blood poured from the open flesh and onto the ground.

Chomper slithered down the tree and ran up to the enforcer sitting down by his feet with a low hiss. Scorpion just stood there watching before turning and having the raptor release onto the other yautja as well. Now that the evidence of them were both gone, he moved toward his arm and picked it up. If he made it back to his ship in time, he would be able to use the medical supplies there to reattach it without causing too much nerve damage.

In the distance, he could hear the barking of hounds and people shouting. Obviously, the warriors of this state were coming to investigate. He could nothing about his blood at the moment. He cloaked himself and cackled at Chomper before running back into the forest with the raptor following swiftly behind.

He would not stop running until he was back at the ship. He needed to return to his main territory, to his home, to her. Once he and his raptor walked through the bridge and into the command center, he set coordinates for New York, informed his elder the bad bloods were eliminated, and moved to the medical bay to repair his arm. Cells in both his severed arm and his wound needed to be rejuvenated before he could reconnect with one of his serums.

He placed the arm in a tightly sealed, germ-free container. First it would clean his arm and then work on bringing back the cells lost. While that was in process, he got to work cleaning his wound and placed a tightly sealed film over his wound that would sterilize his wound and work on bringing back the healthy cells. He clicked a button on the medical board that showed the status of both his arm and wound. He stared at it for a moment before slowly crouching down on the ground and resting his good hand over his knee.

He thought back to the moment his arm fell from the rest of him. Losing a limb was an honor to a warrior like him, but he did not think of the victory scar he would have had had he left his arm behind. He thought of the severed hand part never being able to feel the soft flesh of his mate again. She was truly his mate, if her skin, and feeling it meant more than the honor of having an arm removed. That putrid bad blood nearly robbed him of years of future skin to skin contact with that hand and that sent him in a rage he thought he would never experience. He was going to torture that bad blood and make him feel real pain. But if he did that, then he would have gotten careless leaving himself open for further injury that would keep him further from his mate.

Words could not express how much his mate meant to him. He was obsessed with her, and he was not ashamed to admit it. He couldn’t wait to get home and ram her into her bed. With the power of his ship, he knew he would be home in no time.

Teleya’s POV

I was sleeping hard when a distant rustling was getting closer and closer. Any noise could wake me and so my eyes opened immediately, the sleep fading from me all together. I sat up thinking it was obviously an animal coming to look for food. I looked to the side of my sleeping bag at the large knife I had brought from home. I didn’t leave any food out to be eaten, but that wouldn’t stop an animal. Maybe it was just curious. My tent was secured so I trusted nothing would get in. I could hear a shrieking and suddenly, white claws pierced the tent and went straight down.

My heart tried to claw its way out of my throat as I jumped and screamed at the sudden attack on my tent. Suddenly, a familiar reptilian face peaks in and jumps on me. I yelped.

“Chomper!” I exclaimed as he gave gentle and innocent squeaks as he rubbed against me. On instinct I began to pet the top of his smooth head.

“Wait you’re here? That means…”

My heart fluttered as I got up and quickly left the shredded tent. He was back! I had a smile ready for him but paused and gasped as I saw Scorpion approaching from his cloaking with green all over his face. But what made my stomach tighten up was part of his right arm was gone. I covered my mouth in complete horror.

“Oh my God! What happened to you, are you okay!” I said hurrying up to him taking his other hand in mine. I looked him over seeing all the cuts and wounds and panic was just all over my face. “What is this? What happened, Scorpion talk to me! You’re hurt- your arm! What’s going on-” I was in complete panic, as he had calmly removed his hand from mine and placed the tips of his fingers gently over my lips quieting me. I stopped talking, not even noticing my face was wet from tears. And now he slowly raised his hand to his mask and removed the tubes from it and then removed the mask and placed it at his side.

His face was not cut or wounded. He tilted his head confused before raising his hand to rest against my cheek as I continued to cry more.

“Teleya… why are you crying? I am not hurt. I killed the bad bloods. I am home.” he said. I sniffled and shook my head looking at his missing arm.

“But your arm…” I cried and he shook his head.

“Is on the ship almost ready to be reattached. I was victorious. I am sorry I did not bring you back a gift.” he said. I shook my head immediately as if that mattered!

“I don’t care about a gift! I only care that you were hurt. I mean you’re cut up, and without an arm and I just don’t know how to help you!” I explained and he shrilled gently his large thumb wiping away one of my tears.

“My mate is a very worrisome female.” he said with a light sense of humor in his tone and slowly he just leaned down and wrapped his arm around my thighs and lifted me up. I gasped as he raised me up and just turned and began to walk off into the forest with me. “If you truly wish to help, sing to me while I reattach my arm.”

I smiled warmly down at him gently touching his face, letting my fingers take in the feel of his calloused skin. I missed his skin so much.

“I will do whatever my mate desires.” I replied softly now feeling better that he was in pain. I gently leaned down and pressed my forehead into him and he purred gently as Chomper ran past us jumping up to chomp at the owls that flew over us.

[ghostoftonantzin]

The WIP Graveyard Game

@phasmama was kind enough to tag me back on her post

The rules: post snippets from at least on WIP you have abandoned! Mine are going under the cut, because I'm going to post the full five, mostly from 2020-2021 times.

I'm going to tag another 5 people, because I can >:) : @achaosmuppet @theshriekingsisterhood @madelgard (yes I know you moved into the star wars fandom, but still) @starkurt, @indashadows

WIP Title: Laura Branigan Lyric (that's what the word doc is called)

Concept: 1980s AU, focused on Laszlo and Nadja as high powered business people with a sideplot of Nandermo paralleling Guillermo's season 2 arc.

Abandoned because: tbh this one was mostly just one I liked to turn around in my head. It never got past the outlining phase.

Snippet:

His friends frequently describe the joy of conquest to him. Finding a beautiful woman, a model or a music video vixen or both, taking her to the hottest restaurants, introducing her to their friends, showing her the kind of life they lead, on the cutting edge.

It reminds Laszlo of the foxes the hounds chased on hunts on his childhood manor. He imagines the woman as a fox set upon by hounds, torn apart under their small teeth.

But this, this… is like being caught, helpless, in the jaws of a lioness.

(this was the only part that made it past outlining)

WIP Title: tie a ribbon back around it

Concept: Jenna/Shanice, Jenna comes to visit Shanice after she's turned

Abandoned because: it just kind of stayed near the bottom of my WIP list until it fell off, pretty much. Plus I could never get the Jenna POV feeling quite right.

Snippet:

Jenna’s phone said 9:16 p.m., so she figured Shanice would be back from her chemistry night lab pretty soon. She shouldn’t be late, unless she got murdered on that one stretch of the walk from the chemistry building to her new dorm with no lights or police call boxes. Jenna knew it was a good place to get murdered, because Nadja had told her so when Jenna had shown it to her.

One downside to being a vampire was the whole no-reflection thing, which made it hard to check her lipstick in the glass. The lipstick was new, a plum wine red color that the saleslady at Sephora said looked good with her skin tone. Not that she didn’t like the red Nadja had lent her on their first night out! But this was one of those liquid lipsticks that was supposed to stay on through anything.

WIP Title: you've got me living only for the night

Concept: a follow-up to come in from the edge (and let the good times roll), my second-ever fic, the one with Karen (from Collaboration, remember her?) and two of the ladies from Simon's gang. Karen is now living with the Freak Sisters and performing at

Abandoned because: partly because it got struck down so thoroughly by future canon installments, and partly because I fell out of love with the idea.

Snippet:

She sits down in the living room to wait for Mr. Fifties. The Freak Sisters had flown ahead, something about a meeting at the club before the show. They obviously hadn’t needed Karen to know more about it, so she hadn’t asked. She’d felt bad about making Mr. Fifties drive, but Despoina had put another bobby pin in Akeldama’s red wig and patiently explained how he was usually looking for an excuse to bring out his stick shift convertible anyway.

They’ve got her bloodstained bra and underwear framed on the wall, like a sports jersey. It’s a little embarrassing, Karen thinks. She can tell how cheap the lace is now; most of hers costs at least twice that now. She models every pair for them, which is more of a thing for her than for them, but they still clap and leer and pull her in close every time.

The Leatherskins have all always been polite about her, but Mr. Fifties has always been a perfect gentleman. He offers her his arm at the door, though she’s wearing slip on sneakers and not heels. Her heels are usually too high for her to really walk in. The Freak Sisters really like that, especially Despoina.

WIP Title: Vampire King

Concept: a follow-up to such strenuous living, i just don't understand, aka the one where Guillermo is a volunteer at a vampire sanctuary. This was intended to be the follow-up covering the release of the documentary being filmed in the original fic.

The documentary being Vampire King, about the controversies behind Simon the Devious's Sassy Cat Vampire Ranch and Guillermo de la Cruz's campaign to have it shut down.

Abandoned because: other ideas took precedence and I didn't want to learn to code the fake tweets. It also never got past the brainstorming stage.

WIP Title: Die, Cry, Hate

Concept: post-season-2 on the run fic, this time where the vamps go and stay with an old friend of Nandor's, Madame Beausoleil, a creepy French ex-aristocrat vampire with live-laugh-love type taste in decor (hence the title) and a questionable tendency towards hypnotizing her familiars. She decides to repay Nandor's past help by hypnotizing Guillermo to seduce him.

Abandoned because: this was brainstormed in the post-s2 hiatus, and canon continuing past that diminished my interest in the idea. Also never got past the outlining stage.

Snippet (in outline form):

-M.B. is laying boxes out on her coffin, kind of ignoring him

            -coffin looks slightly out of place in the room; large white, carved into deep, intricate panels with elaborate motifs and inlaid heavily with gold and accented with pale pinks and blues

-Guillermo asks her about her relationship to Nandor

            -she’s known him a long time, helped her out a lot in Paris, owes him a lot of favors

-turns to him “You will submit to my dark power.”

-fuck.

-“You will be Nandor’s for the daytime, for him to do with as he pleases.”

-“alright, strip”

-Guillermo starts taking his clothes off, stake falls out of his sleeve, sees MB. watching it fall to the floor, but can’t move to do anything about it

-she’s absolutely going to kill him

-She picks up a stake “I didn’t know Nandor was into gardening. I’d always taken that as more of Laszlo’s hobby”

-naked, looking at her, she gestures towards the boxes

-he goes to look at them, opens the boxes

            -lingerie: red and silk-like, black and strappy, white and lacy, pink and sheer

            -she tells him to pick out the pair he think Nandor would like

-“I had to guess your cup size.” She said, glancing at his chest with a furrowed brow.

-feels like he’s walking on the floor above a great machine, feeling its motion beneath him without comprehending it

            -brain working without him

-picks white and lacy (“always knew Nandor was a big fan of the wedding night look”), slides on underwear, garter, stockings

[melatoninburst]

How would Shanice's friends react to Shanice's taste?

I'll not include the taste in women she has because that's actually good, somehow and decide on focusing on her taste in men. Most of Shanice's friends think her taste in men is absolute shit. Shanice sees a total red flag and decides she's colour blind. So, most of her friends are really not impressed by it.

On the flip side, though, some of her friends would just...get it. You know? They'd get it. They're also into red flags and some of them are also into monsters like she is. They're supporting her bad decisions cause they're also making them.

Some probably just go '...I'm not getting involved in this'. and mind their own business. This is likely the best option. You wouldn't have to think about her taste.

[femininefutbol]

future wife

idea from here (140), request from here

prompt: jill roord is falling more and more in love with you everyday

word count: 1.4k 

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The first time Jill ever mentions the phrase it is just a normal day. 

You stand at the kitchen counter humming as you make breakfast for yourself and your girlfriend. 

You are a morning person so you have already been up for a few hours, been on a run, gathered a lovely bunch of flowers for Jill, showered and started making you both breakfast. Because she has the day off training she sees it as the perfect opportunity to sleep until midday and then spend the rest of the day in bed watching TV. 

You had hoped that at some point during the making of breakfast that Jill would get up and discover that you were only dressed in a sports bra and a pair of shorts but that did not occur leaving you to only be able to imagine the situations that could have arisen from such an occasion. 

Instead you are left to make your way back to your bedroom holding the tray of breakfast that you prepared, which included one of the flowers that you definitely hadn't stolen from a neighbours yard. 

“Is that hagelslag?” are the first words out of Jill's mouth, you could have hoped for a 'good morning' or a 'thank you' but you knew better than to expect that when presenting Jill with her favourite breakfast. 

“It is indeed, do you think there is room for me?” you ask as you motion to the bed that Jill is sprawled across. Jill quickly moves over holding her hands out for the tray so you can get back into the bed with her. 

“Where is your food?” Jill asks cheekily, clearly having seen the two plates of Dutch breakfast treat that she wants to steal all for herself. 

You don’t dignify her joke with a response, instead you quickly grab your plate for yourself to ensure she actually doesn’t start eating it. 

As Jill starts eating her food she takes a moment to look over to you, watching on as you nibble at your breakfast, entirely focusing on the Americanised jokes that neither of you particularly understand in the show Friends. 

“You’ll be my wife one day” she states quietly to herself, smiling as she imagines the future where the two of you have these types of mornings but instead of you waking her up with breakfast, it is your children waking the both of you up so you can all make breakfast as a family, the idea makes her smile even wider as she can not wait to experience that with you. 

-

The next occurrence of those six words being spoken by Jill is the day you meet some of her teammates. 

The two of you had been in a serious relationship for quite awhile, years actually, and while you had attended many of her games during that time there was just never a time before this when you had met any of her teammates. 

You moving to Wolfsburg to be with her is what set in motion the plan of you meeting them, prior to this she was living in London while you continued to live in Overijssel, the province of the Netherlands that the two of you are originally from. 

“Are you sure they will like me?” you ask worriedly, you are sitting in the corner of a cafe with Jill waiting for her teammates to arrive. 

You flatten out your shirt for probably the hundredth time in the span of a few minutes due to your nerves. Jill grasps your hands carefully holding them to stop you from continuing with your nervous habit, “mijn liefje, there is no way they couldn’t” she flashes a smile your way, the sight immediately calming you down. 

She lets go of your hands moments later causing you to frown slightly, already missing the comfort of her hands in yours. You look up noticing the two girls that Jill is greeting happily. 

“(Y/N), this is Shanice and Lynn” Jill points at each of them respectively, “and girls this is (Y/N), my girlfriend” she states proudly holding her hand out to help you to your feet so you can greet her teammates. 

“Hi” you state quietly with a small wave. The two girls ignore your rather awkward greeting, each one pulling you into a tight hug, mentioning how excited they have been to meet you and claiming that Jill doesn’t shut up about you. 

Meeting Jill’s teammates is going better than you expected. You thought that because you aren’t particularly knowledgeable on football that they wouldn’t like you or that there would be nothing for you to talk about with them but the conversation has been effortless and you are having a much better time than you thought you would. 

You are speaking with Lynn about her dog, you excitedly mention how you can’t wait to get a dog once you and Jill hopefully settle down together sometime in the near future. 

“You’ll be my wife one day” Jill speaks quietly, almost as if to confirm what you are saying, that the future you hope for the two of you will happen. 

“Are you proposing soon?” Shanice asks just as quietly, obviously not waiting to ruin the surprise if she is. 

“I think it’s time I do, every little thing we do these days makes long for a permanent future with her” Jill responds. 

A sound resembling a squeal leaves Shanice's lips, causing yourself and Lynn to look over curiously at what the commotion is. 

“Sorry, Jilldo said she’d buy me a cake pop and I got excited” Shanice lies effortlessly, looking towards Jill waiting for her to get up and buy the cake pop. 

“Baby, can you buy me one too?” you pout at Jill, she knows how much you love cake pops so it would be unfair of her to buy her friend one and not you. 

As Jill gets out of her seat she kisses your forehead tentatively before whispering “of course”. 

She makes her way back towards Shanice. 

“Do I get a forehead kiss as well?” Shanice asks with a laugh. 

“You owe me the money for the cakepops and some extra” Jill whispers in her ear before walking towards the counter. 

“Secret whispers, should I be jealous?” you ask Shanice with a laugh hoping that your humour is well received by Jill’s friends, which it indeed is. 

-

The arguably most important time Jill speaks the phrase is the first time you have the pleasure of hearing it. 

The two of you are spending New Year's Eve in a cabin in the countryside of your hometown Oldenzaal. 

“Could you ever imagine moving back here?” you ask Jill.

The two of you are cuddled up by the fireplace taking in all the warmth before you have to make your way outside to watch the final sunset of the year together. It is a tradition that the two of you have stuck to throughout your entire relationship and even well before that when you were younger and just friends. 

“With you I could, I would love our children to grow up here” she states, not even really noticing that she mentioned your potential children, something you two had agreed you would only speak about more when you were ready to get married and settle down. 

“Our children, hey?” you move from laying your back on her chest in order to turn around and look her in the eyes. 

“Yep, our children” Jill replies confidently, she then moves to get off the couch, pulling you up with her. 

“Where are we going?” you whine not wanting to leave the warmth that the fireplace is providing you. 

“The sun is about to set” she replies simply, pulling you outside onto the deck that overlooks a mountain range where the sun indeed will be setting very soon. 

The two of you stand in each other’s arms watching as the sky displays beautiful pinks and purples leaving you feeling thankful to be able to experience the beauty of nature with the love of your life. 

Jill attempts to take a step back but your arms are wrapped tightly around her midsection stop her from being able to move properly.

“Can you let go for a second mijn liefje? I have to do something” she whispers sweetly into your ear. You do as she asks, looking at her oddly before turning back to look at the sky. 

“(Y/N)” Jill speaks softly, tugging on your hand in order to force you to turn around, as you do you notice that she is down on one knee holding open a box which holds the most beautiful ring that you have ever seen in your life. 

“People always say that you will know when it is the right time to get married, I wasn’t sure I believed it. I have known that I love you for a long time and I’ve always known that you are an important person in my life but until recently I couldn’t say for sure that I knew when I would be ready to marry you, I know that sounds bad but hear me out. In the past few months I’ve found myself looking at you in regular moments, when we are doing everyday activities and overwhelmingly my thoughts are screaming “You’ll be my wife one day”, everything you do makes me love you so much more than I could ever imagine loving someone and during every moment of everyday all I can find myself doing is imagining how our future will be together. I know now is the time to ensure that you are my forever so, (Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N) will you marry me?” Jill pours her heart. 

Tears stream down your face, you had also been feeling ready for marriage recently but hearing the way in which Jill worked out that she was ready to marry you made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. 

“Of course I will marry you Jill Jamie Roord” you respond basically falling into her arms, hugging your now fiance as tightly as you possibly can. 

“At least now I’m telling the truth whenever I state that you’ll be my wife one day” Jill chuckles through tears, her hands finding their way to your face as she pulls you into the most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. 

[oswanily]

Shana & Shanice Accessory Tops

I’ve decided to misspell words on each on every one of my previews at this point... Is there a way to put auto-correct in Photoshop? I appear to need it.

Anyways, I wanted an accessory top that covered all of the chest area but didn’t have sleeves. Since I couldn’t find one, I made it! now your sims can dress modestly without having sleeves poking out!

Info and download under the cut!

BGC

Gloves category

Edited texture of an EA crop top

T-E female frame only (If you want accessory shirts for other ages/genders I can make some, this was my first time actually drawing parts of a texture and I focused on it working for the female skin template)

Tagged for athletic, everyday, party, sleep, formal, hot and cold weather, and situation (i don’t know what situation does tbh so I ticked it just in case)

Disabled for random!

You can have one version or both in your game, they are independent, and the only difference between them is the color palette

Both swatches on the preview are from the Shana top

Tag me if you use it in your screenies so I can see! And feel free to contact me if there is any issues, so I can fix them. Also, if you like my content, consider buying me a coffee or asking for a commission ! It would help me a lot 💖

By downloading any of my CC, you agree to my TOU.

Download:

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The patterns come from the Internet, credit to whoever made them. Also, credit to the people who created the CC I used in my screenshots.

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[alittledaylight]

By Christmas, Caleb had been back at work for two weeks. He enjoyed the time off for the first month but once Shanice went back to work, he found he was restless, in need of exercise and missing his book shop and customers. He moved home at the end of six weeks feeling refreshed.

With Shanice back at work, Denaris focused on the kids, home now from school for summer holidays. He picked up the odd gig here and there, and finally joined a dart team who played regularly at the local pub.

Having Shanice return to work had been somewhat of a relief for him, much to his surprise. It was easier to distract himself without her there. Jacqui continued to perform in talent shows on a regular basis and Jadyn joined a summer basketball comp.

Life was busy and most days Denaris was in good health. There was only the odd few here or there where the old symptoms returned. 

Overall, he believed he was doing okay. That it could have been worse.  Everyone had struggles in life and his weren’t really so bad.

[emystic-old]

When Alasie uses magical energy she has a notable change due to the magic in a way "engulfing" her with her hair changing to a paler color and her eyes glowing. Since for Livuns their bodies are just vessels for magic. However, it is to be noted that Alasie is half human so she cannot "transcend" out of her form as easily as another Livun could as she still technically needs it to live. Despite being one of the only human/Livuns in her old remote town, she is valued by her grandparents not just for her skill but her dedication to the goddess teachings.

However, Shanice who is not a hybrid like Alasie cannot "transcend" at all. At most her eyes might glow if she's feeling intense or somehow got a lot of raw energy. She was not raised as a Livun and it's more common for modern-day Livuns without any arcane knowledge to have little to no skill in anything as it's linked to the teachings of the goddess. She doesn't care about Ticasuk or Tektang though she acknowledges them due to learning about her own kind this is why her controlled magic seems so lacking (though her raw magic is dangerous). What she lacks in Livun arts she makes up for her own pure skill as a fighter.

[pink-chevalier]

Esther was cut off, didn't get a chance to tell Shanice and Connie what happened between her and Miki. Blue eyes widen in shock as she watches Miki storm over to the trio, eyes focused on Esther and the tiny girl's shaking in her shoes because she knows that Miki wants her dead. Ignoring Connie and Shanice, Miki lashes out on Esther, calling her a snake, a snitch, and trying to come between her and Vigil. What even gives her the right to be friends with them? Why is she even talking to Connie and Shanice when they aren't anything to her. The said girls watch in the background, Shanice speechless and Connie stunned because they have never seen Miki act out like this before. Usually, the girl avoids conflicts and would instead get someone else to fight her battles, but now she's a damn bully. Esther tries to fight back the tears, but once Miki calls her a loser, a friendless loser that now will never have any friends, the young girl starts crying. Then, bringing up how her sister probably wishes Esther would just die and how everyone in her class would celebrate, the girl runs away from the scene, leaving the two older girls fuming once they realized what the hell just happened.

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[brooklynmuseum]

Teen Night: Art of Healing

In these troubling times where it feels like you can never get a break or have a place to just breathe, this Teen Night offers you just that. Join us Friday April 29 at 5–7:30pm for a soul-enticing experience.

What to Know

Brought to you by BkM Teens and inspired by Guadalupe Maravilla: Tierra Blanca Joven and Baseera Khan: I Am an Archive, this evening is focused on the Art of Healing.

Explore these two artists’ work and how they integrate their culture, community and personal spiritual awakenings. Guadalupe Maravilla: Tierra Blanca Joven features new sculptures, retablo paintings, tripa chuca drawings, and sound works, as well as a Healing Room, a community space for collective care designed by teen staff. Baseera Khan: I Am an Archive displays rich and multilayered sculptures, installations, collages, drawings, photographs, textiles, and a video in which Khan investigates othering, surveillance, cultural exploitation, anti-blackness, and xenophobia within our public and private spaces.

What to Expect

First we’ll have “What is Healing? A Community Discussion” with artists and healers Charlie L'Strange and The Brooklyn Bruja. Then, throughout the night you can take cute photos in our photo booth, create your own mood board surrounding the themes of healing, decorate candles in connection with the colors associated with the 7 chakras (which are the main energy points of the body), and lastly taking inspiration from Guadalupe Maravilla’s exhibition, play the Tripa Chuca game!

Of course we can’t end a Teen Night without a dance party and performers! We will be having SHAMIQUA serenading us through her magical voice, an open mic, and UPTWN spitting fire bars of rhyme and rhythm through rap. Lastly, we’ll have DJ SYNCHRO setting the vibe throughout the night! 

This program is free, open to all youth ages 14-22, and to register click here. 

Art of Healing is organized by the Teen Night Planning Committee, our paid teen internship in public programming.

Posted by Shanice Baptise-Peters, Senior Teen Night Planning Committee member.

[snowbunnywatching]

A Series of Fortunate Events

Two great things happened to Ashley that year.

The first great thing was that she got into college. The pretty, blonde girl had always wanted to study sociology, or “the science of making livable communities,” as she used to call it.

Due to the new "Racial Justice in Education” legislation, every college was required to admit an equal number of white and Black students. Competition was hard for white applicants, and Ashley was lucky to get into the local community college.

This was where she met her new roommate, Shanice. All dorm rooms were shared between a Black and a white student, as stipulated by the new legislation. The purpose was the ensure that white students got exposed to Black culture.

Shanice was a smart and forceful young woman, and she soon pressed Ashley for her opinion on the new law. Ashley admitted to having been opposed to the law, but Shanice quickly dealt with her mealy-mouthed criticisms and explained why affirmative action was required to ensure racial diversity in education.

She also assigned Ashley some extra-curricular reading, and the white co-ed’s nightstand was soon stacked with titles like White Fragility: Why It's So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism, How to Be an Antiracist, and The Autobiography of Malcolm X.

The second great thing that happened was that she met Shanice’s older brother Darryl. With his broad shoulders and muscular body he was an imposing figure, but when he spoke, his voice was filled with a warmth that came from the heart.

Ashley loved it when Darryl came to visit. Especially when he wore his gray sweatpants that let her catch a glimpse of his generous anatomy.

The preppy blonde caught Darryl’s eye as well, and one day he asked her if she wanted to go to a rap battle at a local club.

Later that night they had sex for the first time. Darryl was on top of her, his muscular body pressed against her naked skin. She could feel his muscles working under his beautiful dark skin. He was filling her up, like no other man had before.

She held him tight, wanted to be close to him, to belong to him. She came uncontrollably, a wave crashing over her. All the tension she had felt gave way to a liberating feeling of pure, intense bliss.

She received some light teasing from Shanice about about Ashely dating her brother. When Darryl came over to see Ashley, Shanice would make up some errand to run, winking and saying something like “Just remember to open a window when you’re done.”

Ashley was happier than she had been for years. Being with Darryl was giving in so many ways, and she eagerly asked Shanice to tell her more about Black history and culture. She also decided to change track for her sociology studies, focusing on improving communities in a closer, more personal way as a social worker.

[thisiswhatshefelt]

For Olivia

Summary: Line cook Johnny "Coco" Cruz has made many bad decisions in his life, but his biggest regret is not being a part of his children's lives. He reconciles with his teenage daughter, Letty, so he’s hopeful when he shows up on his four-year-old daughter’s doorstep. Shanice Hunter, a newly-appointed guardian, is determined to protect Olivia from anything— even if that means her own father. Story Warnings (overall): Other than some mild language and alcohol/drug use, this is some pretty fluffy stuff. For me, anyway. Multi-chapter. Pairing: Chef!Coco x Black!OC Words: ~1.3k

Chapter One They’ve never met. She’s never even seen a picture of him. But when Shanice opens her door and sees the tattooed man standing in her doorway, she immediately knows that he’s Johnny Cruz.

The process isn’t as long as everyone warns her it would be, but it is incredibly tedious. There are complicated forms to fill out and hearings to attend, but she forces herself to trust the process. She’s patient. And after three months, she officially becomes the legal guardian of the four-year-old girl standing beside her.

Their things are unpacked, yet Shanice keeps the flattened boxes stacked in the storage room on the deck. It’s been weeks since moving into this new apartment, and fear keeps her from tossing the boxes. She’s afraid some technicality will delay the process, or that her best friend, Mel, will change her mind about the whole thing.

But Shanice is awarded guardianship almost too easily, but she wraps her arms around Olivia tightly when it’s official. They hug this way every night after they kneel and send their prayers off with soft ‘amens.’

The embrace comforts Shanice more than it does the little girl whose body has lost way too much weight. Olivia’s much too young for all of life’s uncertainty. She’s already learned not to trust a promise, and her appetite wavers without something definitive. She pushes food around the plate at every meal as the not yets and the soons get old, sometimes forcing spoonsful of her dinner down for Shanice’s benefit.

Olivia’s small hand holds onto Shanice’s pinky and forefinger as she looks up at the man in the doorway. He stares back at her, shoulders suddenly heavy now with what Shanice will later learn is shame. He’s looking down at what has flourished in his absence.

Shanice sometimes tries to imagine his face, but he’s shapeless in her mind, and it’s hard to put a face to something without form. To catch smoke in her hand. Olivia has the same round, expressive brown eyes that give her away, and she has those same ears that are too big for her head.

Johnny’s ears are even more emphasized by his long hair that he tucks behind them. Tattoos peak out from the cuffs of his sleeves and the neck of his sweatshirt like weeds slipping through cracks in a wall.

He clears his throat before taking a half step forward. There are so many features that he and Olivia share, but his are masked in a furtive shadow even as he’s flooded with light from her apartment. Entirely too nondescript. He’s wearing dark jeans and an unmarked black hooded sweatshirt like he’s been trying to stop the darkness from clawing at his back.

Shanice shields Olivia, pulling her back and out of view when he inches forward.

“Sorry to come at you so late at night,” he says, tearing at the silence. “Uh, I’m Coco- I mean, I’m Johnny Cruz, Miss. Can we talk?”

“Go to your room, Olivia,” Shanice tells the girl, but it sounds as though she’s scolding her.

The curt tone is misdirected, meant for the recognizable stranger at the door. She looks behind her and watches as the little girl’s eyebrows weave together with confusion. She retreats to her new room with half her attention still focused on the door. Shanice gives a tight smile, attempting to reassure Olivia as the door pushes in but doesn’t completely shut.

“She’s beautiful,” the man lets fall from his mouth in a small yet untidy heap.

When the doorbell rings, Shanice thinks it’s the pizza she’d ordered for dinner that Wednesday. She still has the money in the pocket of her pajama pants, but she wished she’d brought the metal bat she keeps under her bed instead.

Johnny. She might have heard the name mentioned years ago, but the memory feels like a faded dream or a faint taste of déjà vu on her tongue.

“What do you want?” Shanice nearly pushes the words at him through her teeth as she speaks. She’s asking so much more with her question.

Are you going to take her away?

“You don’t gotta worry about me fuckin’ up your home or nothing,” he starts, clearing his throat more out of apprehension than necessity. He continues his researched speech, “I don’t wanna disturb nothing you got goin’ on here. I’m tryna make some amends in my life, and I’d be grateful if you would allow me to meet her.”

“How is meeting her not a disruption?”

He shakes in head, frustrated. “Naw, I meant…I’m not here to ask no custody or no bullshit like that.”

“You goddamn right, because I’ll kill you before I let that happen.” It’s intended mostly as a figure of speech, but she steps forward with one hand clenching the doorknob and the other clenching the money in her pocket. There isn’t anything figurative about the way she feels then as her hands tremor.

But Johnny doesn’t even seem surprised. This is something he must have expected from the list of imagined scenarios.

Out of the corner of her eye, Shanice sees the pizza delivery boy walking up the stairs with her food, and she suddenly realizes how the scene must look. She’s in a faded UCLA shirt and fuzzy pajama pants as her eyes are wide with every bit of contempt her body can muster. She relaxes her eyes, then her limbs follow as she finally remembers to breathe.

“Um, large pepperoni pizza?” the delivery boy tentatively puts forward the food, extending his lanky arms.

“Like I said,” Johnny begins. “I’m not tryna to inconvenience you or her, so I’m gonna go. If you wanna reach me…”

She watches as Johnny pulls a worn piece of paper from his pocket and slip it in the fold of the pizza box before turning and running down the steps of her place.

It takes a too-long, awkward moment to pass before Shanice remembers the delivery boy is still standing off to the side with containers of food in his scrawny hands. She apologizes as she slips him the money while simultaneously grabbing the boxes and she’s soon back inside the apartment. As Shanice puts the chain on the door, she has the strong urge to barricade it with the couch.

“Mushroom!” Shanice calls out as she washes her hands at the kitchen sink. “Pizza’s here!”

The door to Olivia’s room slowly opens and she looks around the living first before walking out of the room.

“C’mon, come wash your hands,” Shanice beckons from the sink.

Olivia joins her at the sink, pulling her step stool from the corner of the kitchen. She glances up at Shanice, squishing soap suds between her fingers.

“Who’s’at man?” Olivia blurts out.

There it is.

Shanice knows the inquiry must eventually come, but she doesn’t expect it this soon. Not before she has time to think of what to say.

“He’s just…” she shakes her hand, accidentally pumping more soap back on her hands to rinse for the second time. “He’s an old friend,” Shanice manages.

“How come you looked so mean at him?”

“Well, he’s mommy’s friend-”

“Oh,” Olivia’s eyebrows knit again, completely understanding. She’s seen a lot of Mel’s friends- old and new and temporary. “So…” Her face contorts with one eye scrunched as if she’s looking through a kaleidoscope. “…so he bringed a pizza?”

“No, Mush,” Shanice laughs at the conclusion Olivia draws. “I’m hungry, are you hungry?”

Olivia’s attention lands on the warm pizza now on their counter, but her favorite are the garlic rolls. Shanice is fearful that Olivia will go back to pushing her food around every time a meal is presented. Her cheeks are slowly beginning to fill, though. The childish chub is returning to her face as her appetite slowly begins to pick up. She’s less folded into herself, walking more like a child and less like a shadow.

They eat on the couch, watching A Goofy Movie while Shanice is the one who picks at her dinner tonight. Her stomach is in deep twists and doesn’t leave any space for anything else as she thinks of what’s to come from Johnny Cruz.

Next chapter: Two

[melatoninburst]

A little on Genshin!Verse but with the sidemuses:

Anna: Shanice’s boss in this verse, Anna was a kind woman who would spend most of her days working in charitable cases, given she never had to work a day in her life due to her families vast wealth- until one day she came down with a disease thought to have died out centuries ago, knowing that modern civilization had forgotten the cure to such an ailment, she became panicked and employed a small group of specialists to find any ancient or lost books in order to find the cure. She’s harsh and very rarely allows breaks, if only because she knows should she end up dead, there’d be no way for her to provide for the people she cares for. ( she even makes deals with the Fatui, should they bring a good offer to the table. )

She and Shanice were childhood friends, but now that things have gone so strangely and she’s changed so much, Shanice can’t help but be suspicious about her motives, but she does what Anna asks, even if it means she rarely, if ever gets a chance to rest and ends up exhausted most days. Due to this, Anna greatly appreciates her friend, but she refuses to let her know what’s going on, knowing that if she did- well, Shanice would start throwing herself into danger just for a chance to help.

Anna has a pyro vision, she also used to be a claymore user, but she can no longer muster the strength to lift her weapon at this point. She’s still very sly and can work out just what to say to throw people off, though, so she rarely has to resort to violence anyway. Generally, though, she’s brushed off as an eccentric rich woman who’s callous and cold. 

Liam: Liam is Anna’s husband in this verse, thus the only one who knows the real reason why she’s so desperate to find these books- and the one who knows about her shadier connections, while he disagrees with some of her methods, he doesn’t stop her. He doesn’t know much about ancient texts, nor about medication, but he often goes to Liyue in hopes of finding something that may offer some insight, but he does do his best to care for her when he’s at home. He goes out of his way to treat her well, even acting as a body guard to her, ( which is odd since before she contracted the illness it was the other way around ) when faced with anyone that opposes her methods.

Liam’s a man defined by loyalty, unable to move from the sides of the people he cares for, even if he disagrees with their actions, he will devote himself to them and do his best to ensure that they’re safe no matter the issues it causes him or other people. He has a one track mind, given his goals and the safety of others are all he focuses on. He’s pretty deadpan, but his passion for his interests, goals and need to protect others is very apparent, no matter how monotone his voice may be. He and Shanice used to be quite close but she finds that he’s avoiding her as of late, as he’s loyal to Anna’s cause but thinks not telling Shanice was a bad move- so he doesn’t face her so he won’t spill it.

He’s a cryo archer user. His attacks are normally timed with whoever he’s fighting with to have elemental reactions, rather than focusing on fighting on his own, but he is very much capable of doing so- it’s just hard to get him to comply to those terms if he sees his way as a better solution.

Noah: Shanice and Noah work together under Anna and are friends who bully each other/friends that seem to hate each other, on rare occasions they team up on harsher projects in order to assure each other’s safety and they’re on pretty good terms, they bicker a lot and will often make fun of each other if one of them gets hit during a fight, which usually lands in them getting hit while distracted and the cycle continuing. Noah is deadpan and sarcastic, often leading to others finding him hard to deal with, especially since he delivers everything the same way- leading in him being very inconsiderate. 

He’s from a rather poor family, though, so he took up this job due to the amazing pay, being able to spend most of it on his family and improving their situation, although it does depress him that he can’t see them nearly as often, he puts that behind him and does his best to focus on the task at hand. Anna also bought his family a new home in a much better area, so he feels very devoted to her and her cause- even going as far as to renew his contract two months before it’s due each time. 

Noah is a hydro Claymore user and he’s known for having a very brutal attack style, so much so that is seems like he’s aiming to kill even during sparring- but he’s really not, he’s just trained to be forceful and knows how to best manipulate the weight of his claymore to end fights quickly. His hydro vision is also used to have quick drinks from time to time. If that’s hygienic or not? he doesn’t care enough to check.

More on their relationships with the gremlin for those curious:

Shanice, Liam and Anna before work picked up so much and before the disease hit used to get coffee together all the time. Shanice was the third wheel who’d just sit there, looking disgusted whenever they got sappy, so she started inviting Noah to blow the paper straw covers at him when they got too sappy. 

Shanice and Noah have once gotten so invested in fighting each other that they threw their weapons at each other, took the other ones weapon and continued fighting even though each others weapons are the ones they’re worst with. They both suffered so horribly that day from the humiliation that they secretly began training with Claymores and Polearms respectively.

Shanice used to play word games with Liam when they were bored, which eventually led to card games, to them both bringing board games to meetings they had.

Anna once chased Shanice through a large area in Fontaine trying to get her to go to a speed dating event.

Shanice once waited for Noah to sit down to kick him off the chair across the room and Anna had to make them sit on the stairs of her home as a ‘time out’.

[chicagocityfclanspromoblog]

Jazmine Anderson → Gabourey Sidibe  → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 38

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight/Questioning

Birthday: May 12th

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Religion: Atheist

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Tracker

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Beauty (tips and trends) and Jigsaw puzzles

Two Dislikes: Nail Art and Meditation

Two Fears: Therapy and Shellfish (Allergy)

Two Hobbies: Online Escape Rooms and DIYs

Three Positive Traits: Imaginative, Thorough, Youthful

Three Negative Traits: Selfish, Disorganized, Mean-Spirited

→ Her Connections Parent Names:

Carl Anderson (Father): Carl was an absent father but that might have been because he was nearly in his 40s and running a major hunter family when she was born. He never allowed Jazmine or Shanice to live down that Jazmine was a mistake and unworthy of the Anderson’s name or hunter blood.

Shanice Anderson (Mother): Shanice and Jazmine have a close relationship. Shanice was Jazmine’s only friend for a long while. When Carl was committed to a retirement home, Alexus and Grant kicked Shanice out of Chicago. Since then Shanice has been whispering in Jazmine’s ear to take down her siblings.

Sibling Names:

Alexus Anderson (Half-Sister): Alexus ruined Jazmine’s life. Jazmine knows Alexus never liked her and possibly believes Carl was cheating on ex-wife Dominique with Jazmine’s human mother. Her sole purpose now has been to break Alexus and Grant like they broke her childhood and mother. Jazmine got good at playing both sides of the family, especially between Alexus and Grant.

Grant Anderson (Half-Brother): Grant pays Jazmine no mind. He acts as if his kindness is charity work. He is always extending his hand for guidance or invitations to family gatherings, Jazmine is appreciative but always feels left out in the end. Jazmine whispers in his ear about Alexus and Nia. She is trying to plant a seed of doubt about Imani, also but they seem to be too close for that.

Tirra Anderson (Half-Sister): Tirra and Jazmine are only 2 years apart in age. Tirra has always been nice to Jazmine but Jazmine will always be bitter about Alexus, Carl and Grant pulling together to raise Tirra but not her.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

None

Platonic Connections:

Nia Anderson (Niece): Nia is a sore spot for nearly every member of the family. Alexus, Grant, Ebony, Trevon, and Imani. Just mentioning her is enough to get people going. Jazmine uses Nia as a common ground between siblings but thinks Nia genuinely likes her. If she had to take anyone out or set them up it would be Nia.

Trevon Anderson (Nephew): Jazmine initially mentioned to Grant that Trevon seemed to have no one, what with Alexus focusing on Nia. Once he had taken her nephew under his wing, she whispered in Alexus’s ear about Trevon losing his way. Trevon is too rash and hard headed to see her games, just like his mom and pseudo father.

Marquis Anderson (Nephew): Marquis somehow stays out of everything. She’s tried to come up with something on him, but he barely opens his mouth around her. Jazmine has noticed that he hangs out with one of the Colt girls and is wondering if she could use that to start drama between Blaine and Alexus.

Ebony Anderson (Niece): Ebony keeps her at arm’s length and Jazmine is sure that Imani is to blame. She’s tried spreading rumors around Lily’s House about Ebony’s ways of getting her information but she always seems to gain back their interest as a dealer or with basic species tracking information.

Raven Jenkins (Niece): Raven doesn’t really engage with the rumors. She’s started a few about her befriending a warlock, or running off on a hunt alone. Nothing sticks to her and nothing makes her upset.

Malik Jenkins (Friend): She enjoys Malik’s company. He seems to be the only one who can let things go and brush past him. He’s a lot like his daughter and does not engage the negativity.

Nina Stone (Old Friend): Nina and Jazmine met a long time ago in Seattle. When Nina reached out after coming to Chicago, the two struck up their friendship again. They both appreciate good gossip and talk about their family’s dirty little secrets.

Hostile Connections:

Imani Anderson (Niece): Jazmine stole information off of Imani’s phone and ruined her friendship with Eric Lasiter; and possibly her reputation with the local magic users. Jazmine was able to procure a shipment of magical relics which she received a large lump sum of money for.  

Eric Lasiter (Target): Jazmine stole from Eric and framed Imani.

Emmanuel Flores (Target): Emmanuel goes to Church with them. He seems like an easy target and has the Catholic guilt angle she can play up.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Gabourey Sidibe [1][2][3]

[imaginesforyourfandom]

A Suspicious Friendship - Christen Press Imagine

(Y/N)’s POV:

This day just fucking sucks. I’ve cried more than I would’ve liked too, and I have just about had it.

“You know maybe we should get drunk. Anything to feel better at this point.” Lieke said as we all were sitting in the locker room. I nodded my head as Viv stood to go grab some of the unopened champagne bottles. We had them for if we had won the World Cup, but that obviously didn’t happen. She came back over and offered us each a bottle.

“We should start drinking before they come and tell us the US needs more…” Danielle said as she opened hers and took a drink. There were a couple of groans at the mention of the US girls. Personally, I didn’t have a problem with them considering I was dating one of them.

“Are you alright? You haven’t said one word.” Jackie asked me as I focused back into the conversation.

“That’s not true.” Danielle said taking another sip. “She yelled fuck before she started crying on the field.”

“I did yell fuck.” I said quietly as I took a sip from my own bottle. “Lost the World Cup. Probably going to lose my girlfriend. I am very tired of today.”

“What?” some of them said turning towards me.

“What do you mean? I thought you and Christen were good…” Lieke asked with a concerned look.

“We were. Then, we haven’t really spoken and every time we have…she gets off the phone quickly or she’s too busy to text…it’s always something with her teammate.” I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned my head back a little.

“Well I mean…we get busy sometimes. We all like hanging out and I know I hate it when you guys are on your phones the whole time.” Sari said looking around as some of them nodded their heads in agreement.

“You said teammate? Not teammates.” Viv said putting emphasis on the ‘s’.

“Which teammate? Wait…can I guess?” Danielle asked as Lieke and them gave her a look. “What? I want to guess…is it the dark haired one… the one who ran to her when the whistle blew…Tobin right?”

I nodded my head as they all looked at me. I looked down feeling the frustration from the day build up. I love Christen more than anything, but she just doesn’t seem interested in our relationship lately. I don’t know if it’s because the world cup has been going on or what…but I don’t like it.

“Oh, that is a suspicious friendship.” Viv said as Lieke shook her head.

“No, I don’t agree on this. People are allowed to have friends. You can’t judge her behavior on this month because we have been in the middle of a major tournament. We just had to play a final against them today.”

“Yeah, but from what I see and what all of the US fans are constantly commenting it sure as shit looks like they are together. I would’ve thought that she was Tobin’s girlfriend and not my own.” I exclaimed letting out some of my frustration. “I can’t bring myself to care at this point. I just want to go home.”

“Come on. Let’s get our stuff together and head back to the hotel. We can do like a team movie night or something.” Sari said motioning for all of us to stand.

“Oh, heads up…if you follow any of the US girls, I would stay off Instagram…they are celebrating and personally it’s only making me feel worse.” Jill said as I nodded my head. I gathered all my stuff before turning to walk out with Lieke and Viv. As we exited, I was surprised to see Christen walking towards us.

The other two girls gave me looks before continuing to walk as I stopped. Christen had a small smile on her face and it made my heart hurt. I wanted nothing more than to hug her and congratulate her, but I feel so hurt and tired that I just don’t want to try.

“Hey” she said softly as I tried to return her smile. “I know that it’s not the result you wanted…but I am really proud of you.”

“Thanks. Congrats to you too. You guys killed it.” She nodded her head a little. I could see the nervousness on her face. This probably was really awkward to talk about. How do you approach this kind of conversation?

“Yeah…I don’t know if you feel like coming out, but we are having a party and I would really love if you were in attendance…”

“Yeah…I don’t know.” I said stretching my back a little. “I kind of just want to go back to the hotel. I don’t really want to celebrate right now…”

“I know…”

“You should go if you want to…don’t let me stop you from having a good time.” She gave me a small smile.

“I don’t usually have much fun if you’re not around.” It was a sweet statement and it made my heart ache, but I could think about was all the images of her and Tobin. Them celebrating on the field. All the constant pictures that the US fans post.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” I said as I moved to walk past her. She softly grabbed my arm as she looked at me with confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she had a concerned look as I closed my eyes. I wanted to get on the bus and go get drunk and be sad with my teammates and she was really stopping that from happening.

“Nothing…I just don’t think it will be that big of a deal if I don’t go…I’m sure you’ll find someone to hangout with.” I said putting a little emphasis on ‘someone’. This only caused her frown to deepen as she stared at me.

“I feel like you’re trying to say something right now…I’d rather you just say whatever-”

“Are you dating me or Tobin?” I cut her off as her eyes widened. She let go of my arm as she took a step back. She looked extremely taken aback and I could definitely tell I caught her off guard.

“Excuse me…”

“It’s a simple question.” I shrugged my shoulders as the forward crossed her arms. “ I mean…you say me…but you really don’t act like it. From what I can see…it seems more like your dating Tobin. Or at least you want to be dating Tobin in which case we should just end this now…”

“Okay…are you serious? You know what…I am going take the fact that you’re upset over losing as the reason you’re doing this…”

“It’s not just because I lost…” I said with an irritated glare causing the forward to kind of shrink back a little. Most likely…I would feel bad for this later, but I’ve also been drinking a little, so I have no filter at the moment… “You haven’t talked to me for like a month and Yes I know the world cup has been going on…but I still found time to talk to you and wish you good luck and instead of answering me I have to see you parading around France with Tobin…”

“I…” she frowned as she thought about what to say. “Okay…can we talk somewhere a little more private?”

“No, I want to go home. I’m so tired and over everything. Have fun at your stupid party.” I said turning and walking away from her. I got on my teams’ bus and went and found my seat next to Viv. She sent me a small smile as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“I need a drink” I mumbled getting a chuckle form the forward.

“Don’t we all…”

It wasn’t until I got back to the hotel and had a shower that I started to feel a little guilty about my exchange with Christen. I laid on my bed as Viv was talking on the phone with Lisa. Most of our teammates were scattered around the room with us mostly talking to each other.

“You should’ve gone to the party.” Danielle said as I gave her a dirty look. “I mean…for starters, Shanice said she is having a blast, but you’re so mad about not getting to spend time with Christen and there was your opportunity to do so and you blew it.”

“She’s right.” Lieke said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not in the mood.” I said as there was knock at the door. Jackie stood up to open the door.

“I just feel like…you love her so be with her…” Danielle said shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s for you.” Jackie said coming back and giving me a look.

I stood up and walked over towards the door opening it. My breathe got caught in my throat as I saw Christen standing there with a nervous expression. She gave me a small smile as I tried to keep my composure. She was wearing a beautiful dress, her hair was down, and I was definitely slightly intoxicated, so I was staring for way too long. She was blushing slightly when I looked at her.

“Hey.” She said softly as I licked my lips trying to focus. I knew we needed to talk about what happened earlier, but I was terrified. I didn’t want to lose her and no I don’t have a proper excuse for why what happened earlier happened other than I was mad.

“Hi…”

“Can we talk?” I nodded my head as I stepped outside of the door and crossed my arms trying to protect myself, I guess. “So…should I go first, or do you want to?”

“You can go first…” I mumbled shrugging my shoulders as I leaned against the wall.

“(Y/N)…” I looked up at her and I could see the exhaustion which only made me feel worse. She should be celebrating her win…not here trying to give me comfort or arguing with me over comments I made. “I understand why you feel the way you do, and I am sorry for that. I’ve been in tournament mode and I never stopped to consider if I was hurting you and that’s my fault.”

“Please stop…” I mumbled getting her to quiet down immediately. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said what I said…you can be friends with whoever you want…it’s not my place to control that aspect of your life.”

“I know…I just…I understand why you feel the way you do about Tobin. We are very close, but I don’t want you to feel like there is anything more than there actually is…” I nodded my head letting her continue as she took a deep breath. “I did used to have feelings for Tobin back in like 2014-2015…she was dating someone else at the time and then I met you and I got to know you…(Y/N) I fell in love with you. I should have said something and that’s on me for not saying anything, but you need to know that there isn’t anything there. Not at all. The only person I think about is you.”

“I love you too and yeah you should have said something.” I said looking at her as she nodded her head. “It just sucks seeing you guys be so close because it makes me feel like you’re just going to leave.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” She took a step forward closing the gap between us. “I did used to hope that something would happen between Tobin and I, but it’s in the past…you’re my future and no offense but your kind of stuck with me, because I am not giving up on you anytime soon.”

“I’m not giving up on you either.” I said as I pulled her into me. I dropped my head on shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…I just think next time we need to have a more serious conversation about our feelings.” I nodded my head as we stood for a moment. “So, would you want to go to the party, or we can just hang here?”

“No. I’ll go. Just give me a minute.” I turned and walked back into the room and glared when I saw all of them run back to their seats. “Idiots.”

I changed quickly and headed out the door taking Christen’s hand in my own. She smiled as we walked towards the elevators.

“If you want to leave at any point, tell me and we can leave.”

“No, I think I can swallow my pride for a night. I am really proud of you.” She gave me an adorable smile as I pulled her into me giving her a small kiss.

“I love you.” She said with a soft smile

“I love you too.” I said as the doors to the elevator opened and she pulled me out. It was a pretty shitty day, but I wouldn’t trade any time I get to spend with her for the world.

The End.

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Lifestyle module introduction

In this module it will allow me to develop an understanding of how lifestyle changes through out the years and how fashion and textiles is able to adapt to the changes.

The module will provide me with lectures and CAD workshops where i can discuss and think about social and industrial factors as well as subcultures that has impacted our society.

I will be given a  series of business focused lectures and branding workshops that  will enable me to analyse different market sectors exploring specifically brand identities, customer profiles, price, product, place, promotion and packaging, all vital to the success my brand pitch.

The concept is that i am put in a group 6 students with different pathways to  present our business pitch for our fashion company for spring/summer 23 predicted WGSN trend.

In our business team we will focus on either one of these sectors; denim, evening wear, casual wear, leisurewear on which to focus your brand identity and marketing.  All of our allocated roles relates to our personal interest (pathways) , which will be your key focus area in the preparation of our presentation. we will record and discuss all elements of the development of our brand within each of our individual blogs.

My team consists of branding (me), Business ( Laura), and 3 fashion design students which are Shanice, Juliet, Alana and Sharon.