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lasclleads · 2 years

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Fortnite crosshair overlay

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* Super quick and easy to use, just click and drag anywhere on the page to draw an overlay, then move and resize it to your heart's content.

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* Inspired by the excellent Mac app, Crosshairs () Report issues and submit suggestions on github (pull requests are also welcome!): So its easier to aim with pistols and stuff, just like a dot or something.Drag and resize a ruler overlay to quickly measure pixel dimensions, positioning, and alignment of elements on any webpage. I dont really like the ones in game i want them like to be smaller, Im wondering if its possible to change some crosshairs? Unique PVP Battles - Pets - Items - Quests - Jobs - Wonga and so much more If reliablility is what you want then Beta-Max is for you. Also users will be rewarded for helping when we go live, Which you can find more information on this at the forum.įantastic Server. During this time users will receive 5000 Wonga as soon as you register this is part of the BETA test. The BETA will last one week, to find any small bugs that may still exist. I would like to announce the BETA opening of Astro Server, We are here for the community not for competition. PokeMMO! Custom Bots, Exp Leveling Bot, Shiny Catcher! īOT IS NOW FULLY AIO SUPPORTS ALL LOCATIONS IN POKEMMO!!īeta-Max Online ~ 120 CAP ~ D13 ~ Custom Events ~ Custom Quests ~ Custom Areas

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Feel free to prove me wrong but I can get reputable coders in here to back me up on what I said.

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Is it cheating to use a crosshair in DBD I did some research into crosshairs in DBD and learned that it’s not bannable since the software used simply puts a dot in the middle of your screen, without messing with any game files. Since this is a 3rd party software that is used by many people, some who don't even use it to cheat/gain an advantage by adding a custom crosshair to their game, the software will never be blacklisted, and therefor it's undetectable. Fortnite has never mentioned custom crosshairs in the official rules for FNCS or even in the official rules clarification posts. Packed with the asset are 60+ Crosshair assets, 1 PSD file containing all assets for further customization, Crosshairs for all kinds of guns including Shotguns, Rifles. Get this pack of 60+ FREE Crosshairs and instantly give your Shooter Games a premium feel. The program is Custom desktop logos, I changed instructions inside the app along with adding some custom crosshairs.Īnti cheat systems are not AI or smart individuals, they do not just go "Oh this guy looks suspicious, let me ban him", they ban you based off of a list that is consisted of blacklisted 3rd party software, cheats and bypasses are required to inject cheats. Crosshairs are an essential part of any shooter game. If you search up custom desktop logos cross hairs on youtube there are plenty of videos dating back to 2015 of people using em without getting banned. There shouldn't be any issues whatsoever and it only works in Windowed or Borderless Window. Do not claim that users will "likely" be banned if you have not tested it out yourselves, I don't release undetected cheats and especially something detected as my first thread.Ĭustom Desktop Logo (Custom Crosshair) doesn't hook to the program to begin with.

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Crosshair V2 is the leader in crosshair overlay technology ReShade is often not compatible with other overlays or similar software, including the Origin overlay, Razer Cortex, Razer Synapse and driver anti dessin fortnite. However, this is factual that you cannot get banned and never will unless they black list Custom Desktop Logos (Which by the way has been used for Custom Crosshairs by many as early as 2015), as it is a back ground picture and I cannot stress this enough. For Fortnite on the Xbox One, a GameFAQs message board topic titled 'Red crosshair'. There is always a chance of being banned as of course you are cheating. I have been using it myself for the past 5 months in multiple games including the ones that has both BE and EAC.

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poulsen01halberg · 2 years

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illogicalsims · 3 years

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Dining Tables Plus - CC Addon for Base Game

It always bugged me a little how dining tables in The Sims 4 usually came in incomplete sets, so it wasn’t always possible to use a specific table design since there wasn’t one available in the size you need for the room you are building. This addon aims to solve this issue by finishing off most existing dining table sets in Base Game, as well as adding a completely new table size, a larger 4-seater variant, for added versatility.

This set contains 27 tables of various sizes.

The issue of ‘incomplete sets’ are obviously not exclusive to dining tables, so I eventually hope to ‘complete’ sets of different things such as coffee tables, sofas, beds, etc. I also plan on expanding sets outside of Base Game as well, so feel free to suggest which packs I should focus on first!

As this is an addon which use assets from Base Game. Which means that this set is completely Base Game Compatible!

Downloads (Pick One)

Merged Package

Separated ZIP

SimFileShare seems to be having some reliability issues currently, so the above links are the direct download links to the files which are hosted on Patreon (Public)

Merged Package contains everything in one .package file, Separated ZIP contains a separate .package file for each object.

My Patreon if you’d like to support my work. 100% Optional (Alternative: Paypal)

Install

To install, place the .package files into your Mods folder found, by default, in My Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > Mods. Alternatively, you can place the individual .package files from the separated ZIP into it’s own folder within the Mods folder to keep things tidy.

Notes

Credits: Sims 4 Studio

Base Game Compatible

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withered-rose-with-thorns · 3 years

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Rainbow gif tutorial

Hi, so I was asked multiple times to do a tutorial on how I make my rainbows, so here we go! Making a rainbow gifset isn’t actually all that difficult and I find it super fun!

The result:

The first thing I decide on is which scenes I’m going to gif and for which color. I usually make a file like this and fill it up with my ideas.

Now, I’ve used different sizes for my rainbows and I always check that the dimensions match up. In this gifset however, the entire gif was 540px x 372px, the white lines in between are all 3px, so each individual gif is 178px x 122px.

Ok, so the second thing you have to do is the screencaps. I use Potplayer which I highly recommend because it’s so easy to use. But make sure all the scenes have the exact number of frames otherwise the gif won’t run. And then I load them into PS like this:

I usually do three gifs at a time, I don’t know why. Then I crop, convert to Video Timeline, select all the frames and convert to Smart Object.

I use an action for a lot of these steps which I also suggest you do because it’ll make things go much faster. Now you sharpen your gifs and color them until you’re happy. I also check that the lines here all align otherwise the psd won’t show up on certain frames.

When you finish a gif, I recommend you save it as a psd because you never know when PS might decide to crash and you’ll have lost all your hard work.

Then I repeat this process with the other scenes until all the gifs are done and saved. Then I create a new layer like this:

Then I click on Create Frame Animation and change the time delay. You can change it later, I just prefer to do it beforehand.

Since PS tends to export gifs at 0,07 speed, I found a way to prevent that and what you do is you go to one of your gifs and you click on Flatten Frames Into Clips, then you delete all the colorings and the Smart Object, Convert to Frame Animation, Make Frames from Layers, Select all Frames and change the time delay to 0,05. I made a little gif to show all of this.

And now you put all the layers into a group and name them. I do this for all the gifs and then I click on Copy Frames,

And when I get to my new file, in the same menu, I click on Paste Frames and then Paste Over Selection.

I do this for all the gifs and when you have all of them on the layer, duplicate the white background and delete the original one. And save as a psd, of course. Make sure that the Select All Frames is on and then simply move the gifs around until you’re satisfied.

Then I usually doublecheck that the background is present in all the frames (it kind of bugs me if it isn’t) and then you Save For Web, I always use these settings but you can do something different.

And then I check the gif in Tumblr’s drafts and that’s it! That’s all there is to it! Not very complicated, just kind of repetitive since you have to repeat the same process for multiple gifs.

This was maybe a bit clunky, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask! I hope this helped somewhat!

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fictionadventurer · 3 years

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I’ve been using SmartEdit Writer as fiction-writing software for a week now, and I’m pretty confident in saying I like it better than Scrivener.

Pros

No corkboard. I know that’s the big draw of Scrivener to a lot of people, but I don’t structure stories that way, so software built around that feature is distracting and makes the story-writing process harder for me.

It’s set up a lot like Microsoft Word, so using it feels more intuitive than Scrivener does. (It also has fewer features, which could be a bug, but again, I find it less distracting).

The window divides the scenes into pages just like in Word software. And I think the draft looks nicer than a Scrivener document does.

On Scrivener, all the background stuff (research, character sheets, outlines, etc.) is contained on the same sidebar as the draft, but my brain prefers the SmartEdit Writer strategy of putting these things in two separate areas: Outlines and character sketches and research go on the right and the actual story files are on the left. It feels cleaner and more organized. I don’t know why this matters, but it’s the feature I love most so far.

My other favorite feature: Fragments. There is a third separate sidebar that can hold pieces of the story that may or may not go into the actual draft. I. LOVE. THIS. This is how my brain works. I need to be able to write scenes, decide they don’t work in the story, and cut them, but keep them in a place where I can easily find them and use pieces if I need it later. Because these fragments are kept in a separate sidebar, I don’t have all those failed scenes cluttering up my planning or drafting lists, but they’re easy to access.

This software is designed around putting things in lists or nested files, and since that’s how my brain works, I love it so much.

Any individual document can have notes attached. Or you can just make a separate list of notes. All that matters is knowing that if you click on those notes, that note document will show up in the right hand sidebar for easy reference while drafting whatever document shows up on the screen. It’s great for writing an outline to a particular scene, or for writing editing notes after the scene is done.

Transferring old files into these projects is quick and easy.

IT’S FREE!!!!

Cons

No undo button. This is a huge annoyance, especially since I like to delete sections, then decide that I like them or want to put them in Fragments, only to find that these words are gone forever. Thankfully, I never do this with any very long sections of prose.

Poor word count feature. It’ll count the words in your documents, in your fragments section, or in an individual scene, but I can’t find a way to count the words in a section of a scene. If you want to know how many words you wrote during the last, say, half hour, you’ll need to copy-paste it into another word counter.

No full-screen feature. It doesn’t bother me, but I hear some people prefer writing with it.

Since I haven’t finished anything in it yet, I’m not sure how well it’ll compile it into a complete document. I tried it with a short piece just to see how it worked, and it seemed to format into something that looks okay with minimal adjustments, but it’s a very basic feature. It probably wouldn’t be great for formatting a book interior. But since I’m at the point where I just need software that makes it easier for me to finish a draft, that’s not a huge concern for me.

#believe it or not this is not an ad #i'm just thrilled to find software that organizes story files the way my brain wants to #i kept thinking: i want something like scrivener but like #just something that lets me put a bunch of different word documents into different tabs and arrange all my story files into one project #and then i find it and it's free!#life rarely works out so well for me #adventures in writing

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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Whitmore Guy and the eternal studs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

word count: 3158

warnings: language

As summer exams were approaching, the pressure on the students of Whitmore grew immensely. And Y/N was the one who felt it clearest of all. Each student, whether depressed, or just stressed, felt only their own weight pulling them down. Y/N had to be the anchor for all of them at once.

In the incredible fuss of early June she didn’t notice that a bunch of young people were very behind in their studies. When she finished filing out all of their graduate papers and closing documents for their rented apartments, she realized at least twenty people from the whole Whitmore did not show up for their preliminary sessions in the end of May. Three of them were missing, and the police already knew about it. A week later, after Damon had finally submitted the heads to the Mystic Falls sheriff, their identities were confirmed, and the college had a big wake for them. Their names were Sheila Bent, Christopher Harris and Taylor Whitaker. Y/N remembered them from her everyday work, and they weren’t unusual; all three, like the rest of the bodies dragged to Damon’s lawn, were Mystic Falls residents. Rebekah left the town for some time, led away by Klaus. Of course, her brother was defensive of her, aggressive, even, however, the pressure of the surviving town, the main core specifically, made it uneasy for him. Y/N was honestly baffled by how him being in love with Caroline changed his attitude. How easy it is to break you, and to manipulate you, when you’re into somebody. And how nasty it is, when this somebody is not entirely on your side.

The rest of the students, who were now in the danger of getting kicked from the college, swarmed her office for the whole first half of June; pleading, begging, crying hysterically, and throwing tantrums. Yesterdays’ mature young people transformed in an almost inexplicable way. There were some athletes among them; there was a brilliant science student Alana May, whom Y/N always liked for her reasonable attitude. All of them changed into these whining kids who did not know what to do now, that they spent half a month somewhere, and couldn’t cope with their deadlines. The situation got thousand times weirder after Y/N found that they all said one and the same thing when asked what the hell they’d been doing.

They said, we were having a party. Fifteen people from different faculties, studying different things, who have never been seen before, of different age and interests, were all having party for at least two weeks, all together.

It was Damon’s birthday, and he could not wish for anything better than investigating the college drama. Although, Y/N did not call it a drama specifically; she said it was more of a sinister mystery. Damon strongly advised her not to contact the failing students again before he gets his head in. When people go missing and then return, having completely changed their behavior, there can only be one explanation, that is – in his world. They’ve been turned.

“Ah-what?!” she yelled.

“When did they come in?” Damon asked knowingly.

“All at a different time – but in the working hours. Which are during the day”.

“Did you look for the lapis lazuli?”

“No, I did not. I’ve been more busy trying to calm down four people at a time. I don’t even have lunch these days, I have so much work”.

“God, the IT guy must miss you”.

Y/N snorted bitterly.

“Joke’s on you, Damon. He brings me coffee every morning”.

“Ew. Anyway, try something if you see any them. I’ll be there by three. Gather them all in one room and I’ll stake them”.

She pressed her fingers between her eyebrows, trying to pull the migraine out. How is she not screaming at him yet.

“You’re not going to come to Whitmore and stake fifteen people who you think are vampires”.

“I’m pretty damn sure gonna. I have a lot of things to do today”.

“Like what? Buy yourself a cake?”

Damon gasped on the other side of the line.

“What? You’re not getting me cake?”

Of course not, she thought. Cakes are traditionally on Caroline.

“Damon, you gotta have at least a picture of a plan before we do it. It’s your faint assumption. Maybe it’s something worse. Or something else. Maybe they joined a cult or something. Maybe they’ve turned into very normal human terrorists”.

“Good thinking, Y/N. Get them all together. By three”.

“Don’t you think it would make more sense to first talk to one of them if you want to check?”

Damon was silent for a moment.

“Yeah, good idea”.

He hung up.

She thought, standing by the window, as she looked out on the parking lot and the football field behind it. Why would Rebekah turn all these people? Was she bitten by the same family craving bug as Klaus once was? In what world all this turning, heads ripping stuff made any sense to her? The summer solstice was getting dangerously close, and Y/N had a bad feeling. There was always a massacre timed to a big cosmic or festive event in this god forsaken town. Every Founder’s Day – someone tries to butcher half of population. And she didn’t even want to remember the Halloween party back in 2009. Or the Perseids night four years ago. Some freak put a bunch of people inside of trees everywhere in the park using magic. They never caught him, of course… those were the weird times, when they failed, once and again, to prevent tragedies. Then it just ended. There were couple of strange cases in Mystic Falls, never solved. The greatest regret of the former sheriff Liz Forbs, before she died, was never solving the case of who killed her father and grandmother.

Thank God she didn’t live to see what happened to Matt.

Y/N decided to find and secure Alana May when Damon comes. She liked her the best, and she had a great hope to save her, if anything as horrible happened to her.

Y/N closed her laptop and left her office, walking to the teacher’s room to see Alaric and involve him a bit. His life has been getting far too boring lately.

She also discovered Mal together with him. The Occult Professor was sitting in his chair, looking into his computer intensely, and Mal clearly did not read the signs of his body – or didn’t want to. Standing right behind his shoulder, he pushed Ric’s back with his stomach, and spoke straight into the poor man’s ear.

“Huh, and then she was like, I don’t really believe that you’re already closing to thirty. I was like, ma’am, just because I’m clean shaven, like any other civilized individual… I mean, you know, not to say anything about your majestic beard, Ric, but I’ve never been able to grow anything like that. There are some people, you know…”

All the while his fingers were working on the keyboard disconnected from his brain completely. Ric’s face expressed misery, and Y/N chuckled, watching them, as she sat down behind someone’s unoccupied desk.

“Hey”, Mal smiled, looking at her briefly.

“Y/N”, Alaric stood up with a swing, almost hitting Mal in the face with his elbow. “I was just thinking about you. I need to talk to you. Can we…”

Mal looked up at them curiously, and a sly smile curled his lips. Half of the time he was pissing Saltzman just for the sake of it.

“Yeah, same”, Y/N gestured, inviting him to leave the room since Mal was working. Together, they stepped out into the corridor, which was sunny, smelled of summer, and stood half empty as it was morning.

“Heavenly God”, the man puffed, looking her in the eyes, “how do you stand that person?”

She was still giggling.

“Serious stuff, Ric. You remember I complained to you about those students who chucked on their studies and were running around on fire?”

A line lay between his eyebrows.

“Uh-huh”.

“Damon thinks they’ve been turned. It’s a bit soon to tell, but when I think about it, it makes sense. They all became like one: impatient, nervous, and very short-tempered. There haven’t been any killings yet… that I know of”.

She looked at him with a question. Saltzman shook his head.

“That’s a morbid picture, if he’s right. You think they’re connected with that massacre at the Salvatore mansion?”

“We don’t know if they are vampires yet. Let’see first. He’s coming over today at three”.

Ric put his palm on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Shall we give him his present then?”

The door opened, and Mal walked into them.

“Aw, my bad. The room’s free, if you want it. Y/N, you wanna grab a beer after work?”

“Not today, Mal”, Y/N watched him tilt his head musingly. “We got uh- a thing to do”.

“Oh, the hybristophiliac police gathering. Got it”.

He looked hurt though. Y/N understood very well what he felt at that moment. There they stood, two very different people, part of her outer world, and part of her inner dimension. Ever since Mal came round, the prose of her life became even more boring. Mal was like leaving your house on a fresh morning. You don’t really wanna do that shit anymore. You want to make lava lamps in his basement, listen to his favorite music, and watch Dr Pepper cans fall out of their slots.

“Not really, it’s…”

Ric was watching them both with mist in his eyes.

“Anyway, let’s do it tomorrow”.

“Whatever. Not like I wanted to tell you something super important. It’ll wait”, he smiled and waved them with his quick ringed hand.

“I’ll go get Alana”, Ric put his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “And you watch out for the rest of them”.

“Uh-huh”, Y/N said, still watching Mal walk away. Cindy/Sandy caught her eye. As he walked past her, the girl followed him with a glance, too, and then turned and looked directly at Y/N. Something was off about that look, more than just a “woah, we’re checking out the same guy”. Y/N brushed it off. Not now. Not fucking now.

“Alright, I’ll get her into your office by three”.

“Call me if something happens”.

All those phrases were rehearsed and vocalized hundreds of times. All that routine was suffocating. Y/N walked back to her place thinking about Cindy/Sandy. Maybe she should check her name after all, to finally memorize it.

Damon was there by two-fifty. At three straight, there was a knock at her door, and Alana, led by Alaric, came into her office. Damon’s eyes were highlighted by the sunlight penetrating through the windows like juice. All pale, with bright turquoise, focused and a bit frustrated already, he moved towards the girl without a word.

Alana didn’t have time to react. The vampire took her by the shoulder, as Alaric snapped the door closed, and looked at her like a doctor with at least a century experience.

Only, Salvatore gaze wasn’t caring or curious. It was examining the depths of Alana’s majestic dark brown eyes with cold concentration, and his hard hand never left the girl’s shoulder. Y/N stood next to her, a kind of a maternal instinct rising in her, to protect her from… whatever.

“What are you now?” Damon asked quietly. Alana was looking at him with confusion on her beautiful face. She eyed the man almost angrily, and then replied,

“I’m Alana. Who are you?”

She looked at Y/N for assistance.

“What’s going on?”

“Look at me”, Damon ordered quietly, but with great significance. Y/N got a glimpse of what attracted her to this individual long time ago; he was a very obvious alpha. He was also extremely irritated all the time, which somehow added to his charm. Maybe she just liked the mean type.

Alana stared at Damon, looking all the more lost, and suddenly he straightened up, his face going a dead mask, jaws clenched.

“She’s been turned”.

“What?” Y/N barked, leaning to the student. Alana was turning her head absently at this point, trying to gain someone’s attention, but afraid to stand up as Damon was towering over her.

“Who turned you?” Y/N asked. Alana looked at her, and her eyes went blank.

“What do you mean? What the fuck is going on here?”

Heating up, the girl tried to get up, but Damon pushed her back down roughly. Y/N took him by the shoulder, and he didn’t fail to catch her hand in his inescapable clutch.

“Look”.

He bared his teeth like a tiger yawning, and bit her wrist in a flash, so fast, Y/N couldn’t feel pain at first. She only felt stinging when the first thick, dark drops of blood started to fill on her skin. She could yell at him later, and roll her eyes, too. She looked down at Alana, whose gaze was now focused on her completely. Suddenly, the girl’s face grimaced in pain, and she pushed herself deeper into the armchair, crying out,

“I can’t! Please”, her mouth opened in horror, long fangs growing out of her gums; a familiar black web of swollen veins evened out under her eyes, but she looked at Y/N.

“Your blood, I can’t take it, I can’t…”

But her thirst was stronger. Shaking and convulsing, Alana jumped out, throwing herself over the armchair, just as Damon wrapped his arms around Y/N. It was all too fast, at the vampire speed which always made everything look like changing pictures. Alana threw herself back, right onto another human: Alaric. He was a bad victim, all with instincts and ready hands that never failed him. Y/N bumped into her desk, moved it with her body, pushed away by Salvatore. Damon wanted to step forward to Alana and pushed away the armchair she’d been sitting in, so hard that it collapsed into the bookcase, breaking the glass and scattering the pieces of it. Alaric was pinned to the door, head tilted down, and Alana was immediately pushed to him. She gave out a groan, all too familiar, for Y/N not to understand.

She balanced herself back to her feet, but it was already too late. Salvatore took the student’s body away from Ric, and, having checked that she was dead, took the stake out.

“Good reflexes”, he nodded, carefully placing Alana on the floor.

“Not her”, Y/N moaned. It was her mistake. She chose her to bring here, to Damon. This death was on her.

Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, thinking. She looked at her bookcase and the glass on the floor. Oh how she could’ve used that beer after work.

“God fucking dammit”, she uttered, taking the armchair and pushing it further, to the window.

“How many are there left?” Damon asked. Y/N thought about them with horror. Right now, there’s a group of young vampires, high on thirst and anxiety, getting their blood devil knew where, scattered around the campus. One of them could be flirting with Mal.

“So, we’re not gonna talk about it?” Alaric walked towards the body and then looked at Y/N. “A newly turned vampire, that’s unable to withstand the call of blood, manages to avoid biting you, because, apparently she’s been compelled. If that’s still Rebekah, then I’m completely confused”.

Damon turned to her and gave her the longest look. Y/N felt like the vampire was staring right into her, down to her every little bone, and a nasty feeling crawled into her brain. There was something to do with her. There was a thought, in the back of her mind, almost on the brink of subconscious, that she pushed away and couldn’t reach anymore. The only sensation left was guilt. Why did she feel guilty, like she was hiding something? Why was Damon staring at her like that? He was the third already, that day.

She was walking across the football field. Thank God they didn’t make her run around the campus and look for the remaining fourteen failing students. She was swinging Alana’s keys between her fingers, looking for her car on the other side of the road. She failed to find it in the parking lot and decided to check in the street. It was a normal thing now, deaths. People died pretty often in Mystic Falls and its suburbia. Weird things, awful things happened there. They knew about it even back in Seattle. So, technically, if you come to study or live here, you claim that you’re ready to take the risks. It just bothered Y/N that deaths didn’t bother her anymore. How much does it take off a person to become jaded? It certainly wasn’t that much for her, and yet, she was calm. She’s just seen one of the best Whitmore students die pointlessly; out of Alaric’s paranoid stake throwing. And all she felt was frustration. The new knot to untie, the whole new bunch of threads to pull on. And what if someone really important gets in the way?

She finally found it, a dark blue Honda. Y/N took it back to the campus, circling the building and stopping it at the back entrance. Damon came out with the body and put it in the trunk.

“Tha-ank you”, he clicked his tongue, taking the keys from her. Ric appeared next to him and looked at Y/N with the same silent question.

“You know, if they all were compelled not to feed on you, you’re going to lure them all by yourself”.

“I won’t be luring anyone”, Y/N protested, “we don’t have to kill them. I’m sick of this… favoritism. Either kill all new vampires, or save them all. Imagine it was Bonnie, who’s been turned yesterday. You wouldn’t have staked her”.

Damon puffed.

“Oh, sweet lord. Don’t tell her that. The idea of being a vampire makes her go suicidal this quick”, he snapped his fingers and got into the car.

“Damon’s going to take care of little Alana” he announced, letting down the window, “and you find the rest of their bunch and assess them”.

Ric’s phone rang. He answered it quickly, lifting his palm as if to say, wait a second. Then he looked at them both:

“Caroline’s asking if we’re still up for tonight, at the Grill”.

“Are we really doing the party?” Y/N inquired, morosely.

Damon hummed like he did when a very bad, murderous idea came to him.

“Make it Craze. And Y/N, let everybody know that there’s a lit party tonight. It’s going to be totally sick or whatever you kids say. Let them all come”, he winked, and started the engine.

“That would be dangerous”, Ric tried to reason with him.

“Young vampires won’t be able to resist an opportunity to party”, Y/N thought out loud. “Loud music, lots of hot blood, and excitement”.

“And piles of dead bodies”, Saltzman noted, watching as Alana’s car sped away from the campus.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries #vampire diaries imagine #damon salvatore #ric saltzman #whitmore guy

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thatoddhaystack · 5 years

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Edit 10.31.20: Edited her original download post to link to the latest NAR fle and also added her balloon pack.

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AURORA V1.0 IS FINALLY DONE!! I’ve been working on her since... mid-July? I’m super happy to be able to finally share my OC Ukagaka with you all!

What is an Ukagaka?

Taking a bit from Wikipedia...

Ukagaka (伺か), Nanika (何か), Sakura (さくら), Nin'i-tan (任意たん) or Nise-Haruna (偽春菜) is a catch-all term for Japanese software which shares a single format and function: to provide a pair of mascot characters for the user’s computer desktop. These mascot characters can perform some useful functions such as checking e-mail or adjusting the clock of the computer, but are most popular as an aesthetic add-on, which “says” weird things.

Aurora doesn’t have a sidekick, but the basic gist is the same. She’s a little desktop buddy that can do things like remind you to take medicine/go to sleep, play games with you, set a work timer, and more!

How do I install her?

Download SSP if you don’t have it already. It’s the topmost big pink button on the left.

Once you’ve booted up SSP, the default Ukagaka will talk a lot. You can ignore that and just drag and drop Aurora’s NAR file onto the catgirl.

When the README pops up, you can switch to Aurora in the menu that appears when you right click on the catgirl, under “Change Ghost”

Please also download her Balloon Pack, which you can unzip and then drag the individual zip files onto Aurora to install.

If you have any further questions on her installation feel free to message me!

Acknowledgements are under the cut because this post is getting long.

Huge HUGE thanks to @zarla-s who made the template that was the foundation for Aurora. Another huge thanks to everyone part of @ukagakadreamteam for generally being supportive as well as having a multitude of other ghosts to study from. Aurora will comment on some of the other ghosts in UDT, if you download more of them. Big thanks to @excellynt for letting me host Aurora on the UDT site so that network updates are possible!

I think that’s all I have to say for now, but if you have further questions/bug reports/feedback you can message me here or through email @ [email protected] (since Tumblr’s messaging system can be finicky...)

#ukagaka #ukagaka ghost #aurora.exe #original character #oc #i've been listening to the promare ost for like 2 days now im very high energy rn

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rnbwrv · 3 years

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“The Sims 4″ Gamer Review 6/10

Hello everyone! This is Rainbow Raven Jezell (he/him) with the initial major post of this tumblr, the intro & 1st gamer review. I hope you enjoy!

Welcome to the Rainbow Rave, home of the Rainbow Raven streaming community based from my twitch, twitch.tv/rnbwrvnjezell. Here I will be doing amateur game reviews. I am by no means an expert or even an experienced gamer. All of these are my own opinions. I am writing with the primary audience of new or non-gamers in mind, those who are interested in getting started gaming in-general or in different game genres / platforms than they are used to. Ultimately my goal is to get you thinking about what you enjoy about games and whether the games I review are worth your time and money.

“The Sims 4” - 7 years after release, is the simmer dream still alive? …Eh yeah, if you believe in it enough- 6 out of 10 stars

[Disclaimer: I play and stream on the PS4. I have multiple packs and kits of different varieties, but I do not own them all. I have owned “The Sims 4” since 2018, and it is the primary sims game that I have played as well as my primary game overall. I stream Sims 4 on Twitch through console 2-3 times a week.]

Gameplay- I’ll be putting my reviews into 3 categories that mean the most to me. The 1st of which is “gameplay,” and I say “gameplay” for lack of a better word. What I mean is the overall experience of the game, such as the main activities, side quests, actions, and diversity of things to do in the game. Is it complex or simple? But most importantly, does its content engage with the player to pull them in? “The Sims 4” is a “sandbox game.” There are aspirations, worlds, careers, and families to engage with / build up. However, there is no “story mode.” And it might be controversial to say, but I give “The Sims 4” 3 out of 3 stars for gameplay. I never lack for activities or things to do in this game. You are only limited by your imagination. There are so many player-created challenges that can keep one occupied for years. I don’t see this as lack of gameplay in the sims. I see the open nature of the sims as it’s strongest point. For me, it is a storytelling device, and I keep coming back to the sims to create unique sims and narratives. I return to many other simmers / content creators on twitch + youtube to watch their stories / series as well.

Aesthetics- As all of these are subjective, aesthetics really are a personal preference. For me, I give “The Sims 4” 1.5 out of 3 stars for aesthetics. I like more realistic looking games personally. Overall, “The Sims 4” has a good look; the quirky nature and styles of the sims are realistic enough but campy in the right ways. However, it was knocked down in points due to the visuals not working often because of glitches and crashing. Top simmer news sites, other content creators, and myself can name multiple visual glitches that happen every time the game is played, breaking the emersion too much to avoid deceasing the quality of the game. Also, players with strong PCs can get custom content to make their sims look more realistic or more cartoon-like. Build and buy objects can also be downloaded, often for free or much less than EA sells “The Sims 4” DLCs. Custom content allows the game to become more personalized in gameplay and aesthetics. Sadly, a lot of PC high quality tech is needed to use this content plus console players, like myself, cannot get custom content at all. With a franchise as old and well-supported by a huge fan-base as the sims, the game should be fully playable and customizable for players of all ages (teen and up) on all platforms to enjoy the whole experience, running relatively-well.

Enjoyment- This is the hardest one to rate for me. “The Sims 4” offers a sandbox experience like no other out right out. I constantly play the sims and, for the most part, enjoy the experience. However, the experience is by no means smooth. I give “The Sims 4” 1.5 out of 3 for enjoyment. “The Sims 4” has a huge fanbase with tons of content creators + storytellers + modders that are constantly inventing new ways to play and improve the game. The blank slate of no story mode with the backdrop of the sims worlds allows a wonderful individual playground on your platform while connecting you to a community of lovely simmers. If you love the idea of creating your own sims and growing their grandkids up for generations, “The Sims 4” is for you. If you like the idea of being left alone to provide care or inflict chaos on your sims while also having a huge base of fan ideas for gameplay, give this game a shot! However, to the other side, if the past two sentences don’t intrigue you, there might not be much for you in the sims. There is no direction for how to play from the game itself and sims can feel generic on console without a lot of imagination. From a larger view, the enjoyment of the game is largely knocked down by the constant crashing and game-breaking bugs that frequently prevent the storytelling that players are tying to portray. The lack of response from the sims team is concerning. Some apologies and explanations have been posted, but it’s unrealistic to expect the average player to constantly be turning in save files for bug inspection when everyday gameplay is prevented due to those issues. Larger social justice issues like bad skin tones and hair textures for sims of color still linger while pronouns have finally made the “laundry list” too little too late in 2021. With DLC such as “The Sims 4: Knifty Knitting” less than a year old (July 2020) excluding non-binary sims + they/them pronouns, featuring “Lord and/or Lady of the Knits,” I fail to see the sims team living up to their proclamation of being super progressive in their support of the LGBTQIA+ community. Supporting a few LGBTQIA+ content creators and adding a trans flag to new trailers (Dream Home Decorator Game Pack, 2021) does not de-construct the gender binary in the game (language such as “boyfriend/girlfriend, male/female bodies, he/she” only pronouns). The sims team listens to some of the sims community, but whether it is EA or Maxis or something else that is blocking a deeper social justice dialogue is still unclear. Only time will tell if “The Sims 4” addresses the issues with an overhaul, but with leaders discussing 10-15 years of sims 4 while sims 5 is in process, I am not hopeful.

Overall - 6 out of 10 stars. “The Sims 4” is worth buying, especially if you’re new to the game and if the game is on sale. With 3 points for each above category (9 total), I leave a single point for myself to award games if I definitely recommend them. However, I stand by 6/10 for “The Sims 4.” The game offers an experience like no other main simulation title out there right now, but the lack of forward planning and game-improvement focus leaves many with unfulfilled dreams 7 years after release. Some of the packs are worth the time and money, but sims content for the sake of content is becoming unplayable due to bugs. I recommend buying the packs that intrigue if they go on sale while leaving out the rest. Spend your money on other games to experience, “The Sims 4” will likely be here for you to come back to with us simmers trekking along (hopefully not) decades later.

#thesims4 #game review #ps4 #thesims #the sims custom content #gaming #lgbtqia #Socialjustice #newgamer #twitch #streaming #smallstreamers #contentcreator #content creation

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter VI; Fixation

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Thief!Reader

Before this chapter begins, I’d like to apologize for how many times I unknowingly misspelled the word Thief. I noticed just last night and it was bugging me that I took six chapters to figure it out. Anyway, Here we go!

There was a loud, disturbing knock at the door. It was so sudden, Augustus nearly fell out of bed in surprise. Regaining his composure, he sat up, leaning against the bed frame. “Come in,” his groggy voice called out to the person responsible for the rude awakening. A footman opened the door, entering the room quickly and turning his attention to Augustus. “Good Morning. Sorry to bother you sir, but it appears there’s been a change of plans for today.” Augustus looked at him in confusion, rubbing his head before asking, “Implemented by whom?”

“Implemented by the prince himself,” he responded, "It seems the prince wants to spend time with the nobles individually. The day will be spent speaking with the nobles of each foreign ally in order to form a personal relationship with them." Augustus looked at him in bewilderment, planning to get dressed to confront Thomas about this sudden decision himself. "Did the king and queen approve of this?"he asked, still not understanding his motives. "They encouraged it," the footmen explained, "You are free to do as you'd like today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will take my leave.” Augustus nodded at him, signaling he was free to go. Once he left, he began to change out of his nightwear and into something more appropriate.

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Augustus rushed down the long hallway, looking through every door in case Thomas was in one of the rooms. His search was cut short when he heard Thomas’s voice coming from the last room at the end of the hall. He sped up his steps, preparing everything he was going to say to his, at times, questionable friend.

Upon opening the slightly open door, he realized he’d made the mistake of not knocking. Inside his study, Thomas sat at his desk, speaking to the Earl of the Algar Republic. Both men turned to him the instant he made his presence known. Awkwardly, he fixed his posture and cleared his throat. “Good morning gentlemen,” he began, “I’m sorry to disturb, but I was hoping to speak to Thomas privately. I can return when you are finished if you’d prefer.” Thomas smiled, internally laughing at the situation, “That won’t be necessary, we were just finishing up.” He stood from his chair, inviting the earl to do the same. “It was very pleasant to speak without the pressure of others interrupting us.” the earl thanked, already heading to the door to allow them to speak privately. “I agree,” Thomas admitted, “Thank you for meeting with me this early. I understand it was very unexpected for you.” The earl chuckled, “Don’t worry, I enjoyed the meeting too much to be annoyed at the time. I’ll see you at tomorrow’s celebration.”

“I’ll see you then.” With that, the earl left, allowing Augustus to step closer to Thomas. After he was sure the earl was no longer close enough to hear them, Augustus began, “Can you explain to me why you changed today’s events?” Thomas sat down again, gesturing for Augustus to do the same. “I know it’s unexpected, but I figured this would allow me to have a closer relationship with our foreign allies.” Augustus stood his ground, not allowing himself to relax before his point was made, “Really? There’s no other reason for this change? The day before the celebration?” Thomas looked up at him confused about his sudden objection. Usually, Augustus was the voice of reason. He would never argue against something that would strengthen their alliance.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Thomas muttered. Augustus sighed, letting his weight drop on the chair. “Is there any other reason--any subconscious reason-- for you wanting to meet all of the nobles?” he asked, still not believing that was the sole reason. Thomas looked directly in his eyes, trying to find the words to confess his real intentions.

“Gus, you are my dearest friend,” Thomas emphasized, “You’ve understood me when no one else has.” Augustus internally cheered, “I was right!”

“You know it’s not my intention to do anything that will harm Audrillore or tarnish the throne’s reputation,” he continued, “With that said, I organized the meetings individually to strengthen our alliances. But also to get to know the oldest daughter of the Spanish Marquess.” He rushed out the last part. Augustus looked at him in disbelief. He’d heard Charles talk about how smitten he was, but to actually see it. It was as if he was talking to a Thomas he’d never known. It seemed juvenile, but in a twisted way. “Are you mad? Wait, no. You’re madly in love. With a woman you have yet to meet!” Augustus exploded. Thomas smiled fondly at the mention of the word ‘love.’ Possibly.

“I won’t try to force anything,” Thomas asserted, “I just want to know if what I think I feel is justified.” Augustus couldn’t hold back his smile, “Just know that I want no part in this. At least not as an accomplice.” Thomas stood, encouraging Augustus to do the same. He walked around the desk and towards the door. “I’m glad you understand, Gus.” he admired. Augustus followed close behind him. “Understand, no. Agree, not so much. Wish you the best,” he smiled, stopping just outside the door and putting his hand on Thomas’s shoulder, “Absolutely.”

It was perfect. This is how he would get to know her. After today, the insistent voice in the back of his head would finally quiet down. After today, he would finally know if what he felt for her was real. His fixation would finally be justified. All he had to do was wait. He waited six days to finally get this chance. He could wait a few more hours. Besides, he needed to prepare what he was going to say to her. This is going to work, it had to. His heart depended on it.

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“Y/N!,” Amelie called from her room in their shared suite, “Can you get the door?” Y/N stood from her place on the couch. She was going over the information files, polishing her knowledge and getting ready for the unexpected meeting with the prince himself. Strange, she thought to herself.

Approaching the door, she decided to look through the door viewer. On the other side of the door stood a casually dressed Augustus. Y/N felt her stomach drop to her feet as she hurried back to get the file and hide it under the pillow in her room. “Just a minute!” she called out, hoping he wouldn’t let himself in. After she made sure everything was hidden and looked in order. When she was satisfied, she went back to the door and opened it, allowing Augustus to enter. “Augustus!” She said loud enough for Amelie to hear, “What brings you here?”

He walked into the main room and greeted her with a hug. “I just wanted to see if you lovely ladies would accompany me on a stroll in the castle gardens.” he offered. Amelie walked out, joining them in their conversation, “We’d love to! Just give us a few minutes to get ourselves together.” Augustus nodded, deciding to wait in the hallway.

“What the hell are we going to do?” she whisper-yelled almost as soon as he’d left, “We have to get our shit together before our meeting with the prince!” “Relax,” Y/N soothed, “We know the stuff. We’ll be fine! A little relaxation won’t hurt.” Amelie grabbed her forearm, “This is a job. Not a vacation.” Y/N pulled away, walking towards her room, “Part of it is acting like it is.”

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The gardens were beautiful! The entrance consisted of multiple archways consumed by the nearby plant life. Beyond the entrance were eight fields of every flower known to man in every color. At the center of the garden stood a maze of roses. The sisters stood in awe, admiring the scenery.

“Enjoying the view?” Augustus asked. Amelie let out a silent gasp. “I’ve never seen a rose maze,” she said, still unable to believe how beautiful it was. Augustus looked at her in confusion as she walked to it, fully intending to get lost in it. “We live in a city like area. There’s not much space for things like uh, rose mazes.” Y/N explained. Augustus nodded in acknowledgement. “Well, she’s welcome to get lost in it, I suppose.”

They walked around the garden, discussing small things; how the last few days have been, whether or not they were looking forward to other activities, their lives before all this, and tomorrow’s celebration. The sun was beginning to set, and it was almost time for the sisters to meet up with the prince. “You have to go soon,” Augustus mentioned. Y/N looked at the sunset, “Ya, I guess so. I’d be lying if I said I’m not nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he assured, “Looking past the royal title, he is a good man. He’s friendly--” This is exactly what he said he wouldn’t do. Y/N turned to him, looking at him expectantly. To hell with it. “I think you’ll like him.” he finished, “I know you will.”

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The sisters were guided deeper through the garden by one of the royal footmen. Amelie, who was already captivated by the maze created by several tall rose bushes, was even more captivated by the seemingly endless garden. They reached a clearing with a tall gazebo illuminated by a few candles located in the center. Inside it, a table with three chairs was set, one of them occupied by the prince himself. As they approached, he stood up and welcomed both sisters with a smile.

Amelie was the first to extend her hand to greet him. He shook it softly. “It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance, Prince Thomas,” Y/N greeted. He turned to her, taking in everything about her presence. “Please,” he looked directly into her eyes, “Call me Tom.” He took her extended hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles all the while never looking away from her gorgeous eyes.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

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A/N: Another one done!! It’s a little shorter than other chapters because I really wanted to get to the point and set it up for the next chapter. I’m sorry not really for the cliffhanger, but I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I added another fictional place to make the nobles have a more active role in the story. What did you think? Feel free to message me with feedback, if you want to be tagged, or just to talk. I love you guys!! Thank you for all the support! Stay safe and I’ll see you tomorrow with a special surprise in chapter 7!

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peacemaker-ic · 5 years

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Futura Living - Retro-Futuristic Living and Dining Set

Mid-century was an interesting time design-wise as many things were going on. Coming out of art-deco and Bauhaus, we have multiple technology advances that helped shape design of the era outside of the popularity of what is commonly referred to Mid-Century Modern that we enjoy today. With the harnessing of atomic energy and space travel, these influenced aspects of design and gave some out of this world designs. This set is inspired by that period of design, when space age, atomic age, and Mid Century mingled to create an interesting eclectic style that was full of personality.

What you need to know:

The divider, fireplace, and pendant textures are linked to the shortest height package file. You must have that size in-game for the others to work

The credenza and Console have TV slots

The storage box was designed to add some interest to the console and credenza and fits perfectly into the shelves. You can put decor there if you want though

Be sure to resize the pillow down one to get additional size, just use MoveObjects and the up/down keys to get to right height

The single seat Onslo sofa is 2 tile because of the design

the table centrepiece is designed for round tables, although it can be used on regular tables, it will be oversized

Updates:

8/7/2019: updated candle tuning

23/11/2019 - Due to the Pre-Uni patch putting restrictions on number of bones, I have reduced the number of slots on the bookcase. It should now work without crashing the game. You will most likely have to re-place any clutter that was on any versions placed in-game

8/08/2020: updating round dining table rig to fix bug

The Build/Buy items feature:

basegame compatibility

non-default

40 meshes in total with between 8 and 40 colour/style options:

find items easily using phrase "Futura" in search bar (try this tutorial to easily find my sets)

style (found under "Modern" tag) and colour filter compatible

custom thumbnails

Pricing and polycount as follows:

Onslo Triple ($800, 1920 polys)

Onslo Double ($650, 1718 polys)

Onslo Single ($500, 1480 polys)

Onslo Wingback ($500, 2240 polys)*

Nina Dining Chair ($175, 1252 polys)

Herman Dining Chair ($125, 926 polys)

Plectra Dining Table ($475, 1310 polys)

Plectra Coffee Table ($210, 504 polys)

Plectra Nesting Tables ($100/120/140, 356 polys)

Kann Credenza ($420, 462 polys)

Treku Console ($375, 618 polys)

Volak Divider Small, Medium, & Large ($225/250/275, 938/1234/1530 polys)

Slant Bookcase ($365, 526 polys)

Snake Plant ($50, 290 polys)

Variegated Monsteria ($135, 1139 polys)*

Rubber Plant ($215, 1484 polys)

Balloon & Teardrop Amoeba Mirrors ($285, 464 polys)

Abstract Composition and Impressionism ($550, 98 polys)

Glazed Vase 01, 02, & 03 ($116/117/118, 410/362/338 polys)

Gazelle ($232, 548 polys)

Throw Pillow ($33, 240 polys)

Storage Box ($65, 98 polys)

Suspended Fireplace Short, Medium, & Tall ($725/750/775, 1788/1820/1820 polys)

Table Centrepiece ($295, 1530 polys)*

Capsule Lamp ($180, 852 polys)

Novo Floorlamp ($260, 1084 polys)

Gersh Pendent in Short, Medium, & Tall ($231/232/233, 626 polys)

Turbine Stereo ($285, 528 polys)

*This content is considered high poly so use in moderation, or if you don't think your computer can handle it, best to take these items out.

CC credits:

All custom content is mine, so feel free to browse through my downloads to find it.

Now, there are 2 download links. One for a merged package, and another with all packages separate within a folder in a RAR archive. To install, extract the archive using WINZip/WinRAR/7Zip/Unarchiver and place the folder or package files in your mods folder, then look for them in your game. If you are having issues check out my Installing Content help page.

Download:

Merged (Mirror) | Separated (Mirror)

I have also uploaded the files individually below

Download Individual Items:

Google Drive

My content will always be free, but if you are so inclined and able, you can show your support and buy me a coffee

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maxparkhurst · 4 years

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The Alchemists: Maxinora and Augustine Parkhurst

Stashed away in the depths of some filing cabinet is a manila folder holding the registration of Maxinora and Augustine Parkhurst as citizens of Stormwind City. Documents included are: Max’s alchemy license, Augustine’s custody papers, permission of commerce, rental contract, and both their official profiles.

Maxinora Parkhurst

the basics ––– –

NAME: Maxinora Parkhurst

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: December 12th

RACE: Kul’tiran Human

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Auburn

EYES: Amber

HEIGHT: 5′4″

BUILD: Fit, Lithe

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Blind in the left eye. Glossy, pock-marked burn scars are covered by a thick leather band.

Always wearing a pair of black gloves, the tips stained to an ashy gray.

Tattoos mostly gone unseen.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

A pack of cigarettes and a matchbook

Small leather bound book, stuffed and bulging with loose leaf paper.

Dagger hidden in her boots and volatile vials clasped to her belt.

Augustine Parkhurst following at her heels

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Alchemist

HOBBIES: Reading, Sketching, Painting, “Brawling”

LANGUAGES: Common

RESIDENCE: Loft apartment in Stormwind City above her alchemy shop.

BIRTHPLACE: Boralus

RELIGION: Atheist

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Death, losing her brother, citizens of Boralus, and large crowds

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE/PARTNER: None

CHILDREN: None of her own. She has custody of her young brother.

PARENTS: Martha Parkhurst (deceased) || Samuel Parkhurst (deceased)

SIBLINGS: Augustine Parkhurst (13 years old)

OTHER RELATIVES: A few aunts and uncles long since forgotten in Kul'tiras.

PETS: Calcifer- Augustine’s cat

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP hooks ––– –

A Foreigners Lament: Maxinora hails from a land where debts are paid, either in coin or with your head. Each month she is seen slipping from her apartment with a pouch full of coin, disappearing into the night only to return empty-handed.

Permanent Record: Nefarious people who’ve spent time in Tol’dagor may recognize the eldest Parkhurst’s face. Rumor around the mill says she’s spent time in the Kul’tiran prison. Under what pretenses? It varies depending who you ask. Some say arson, others theft. A few say murder. She’s only spent a few years behind bars, though, and has since cleaned up her act- for the most part.

Shop Down the Lane: Parkhurst Alchemy: Potions for All Afflictions. The name has gained some infamy in the city. News of the alchemy shop tucked away in a far recess of the Mage Quarter maybe on the tongues of strangers and spoken into the ears of travelers. Their promise to concoct any potion, elixir, or tincture at discounted prices has brought them sudden popularity. Hardly anything is beyond the Parkhurst siblings’ range of knowledge. Whatever they don’t, they vow to figure out.

Burn Bright: Max finds it difficult to make ends come the last week of each month. To make up for it, she brawls in the back rooms of pubs under fixed terms. Some nights she walks away with deep pockets, and others all she takes home are broken bones and bruises. “All in the name of love,” she tells herself, “So long as he’s taken care that’s all that matters.”

Augustine Parkhurst

the basics ––– –

NAME: Augustine Parkhurst

AGE: 13

BIRTHDAY: May 1st

RACE: Kul’tiran Human

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black

EYES: Amber

HEIGHT: 5′5″

BUILD: Fit, Lithe

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Thick glasses dominating his face

Steep widow’s peak

Faint scar under his chin.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Pristine black gloves.

The book he’s currently studying from

Pouches of powder tied to his belt

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Apprentice Alchemist

HOBBIES: Reading,Writing, Recreational Martial Arts, Piano

LANGUAGES: Common

RESIDENCE: Loft apartment in Stormwind City above his sister’s alchemy shop

BIRTHPLACE: Boralus

RELIGION: Atheist

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Death, losing his sister, confrontation, spiders.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE/PARTNER: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Martha Parkhurst (deceased): C.O.D. childbirth. Samuel Parkhurst (deceased): C.O.D. redacted.

SIBLINGS: Maxinora Parkhurst (23 years old)

OTHER RELATIVES: A few aunts and uncles long since forgotten in Kul'tiras.

PETS: Calcifer (Black cat)

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP hooks ––– –

Foreigner by Heart: As a young boy, Augustine infrequently traveled from home. Now in a new kingdom full of new people, he is simultaneously wonder struck and culture shocked. His inquisitive nature makes him exceptionally pestering and sometimes even offensive. He doesn’t know better.

Prodigy Child: The youngest Parkhurst's mind is adaptable and sharp. He excelled in his lessons and surpassed many of his peers back home. It awarded him more enemies than friends and he learned to keep things simple for people; best to be believed dumb and liked than thought intelligent and hated.

The Alchemist’s Apprentice: Augustine never met his mother and barely knew his father. All he’s ever had was Max and his attachment to his sister is evident. He follows eagerly at her heels and looks to follow her lead into the study of alchemy. One of his many tasks as an apprentice is to make the morning deliveries to individuals who can’t make it to the shop; he’s a frequent sight in the streets of the Cathedral, Mage, and Trade District.

Rising Tides: Augustine isn’t blind to the struggles his sister faces. His desire to become fit and strong is palpable in his morning routine of jogging around the city after deliveries. While it isn’t much, it’s something and he hopes to one day be strong enough to take some of the weight off of Max’s shoulders.

OOC info ––– –

CONNECTIONS: The Parkhursts are an open book waiting to be read! Looking for clients, friends, enemies, past relations, you name it! Think your character has met Auggie or Max before? Feel free to DM and we can hash out the details! I’m really hoping for some long-term, story driven interactions but I’m also down for some casual, wholesome content too.

SCHEDULE: I am unpredictable when it comes to logging onto WoW, but you can always find me on Tumblr! I can give out my Discord and Btag upon request.

NOTES: Augustine and Max are typically written as a pair so it takes me a second to settle into a scene. If that bugs you, let me know and I’ll focus on one. They’re still relatively new and I’m getting a feel for them and their personalities, so I apologize ahead of time if there’s any inconsistencies!

#The Alchemists #Maxinora Parkhurst #Augustine Parkhurst #Updated LFC #Still getting to know these two #BIG POST

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cherrincity · 4 years

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Cherrin City Soundbytes Casting Call

Hi all! I’m making a new podcast and I’d love to get some voice actors in it! Tag a friend you think would be interested!

Cherrin City Soundbytes is an anthology series about the lives of people living in the world's most prominent city of superheroes. Ranging from annoyingly mundane to cosmically fantastic, these stories try to capture the reality of this world's average. What get to be mundane when a bug alien from outer space saves your life? What is moral when a laid off employee tries to drown only the financial district? Most people are just trying to get by, and this is what we get to hear. As the name implies, these episodes will mostly be short. The show focuses on the humanity of people, despite their fantastical environment. The episodes will tend to be kind of... somber, but not devoid of hope.

Cherrin City Soundbytes is a Piece of Cake Podcasting Network Production! As such, we highly encourage Black, Indigenous and Mixed voice actors, as well as other actors of colour to audition, though others may do so as long as they respect the listed identities of the characters. Again to reiterate: please audition for parts that reflect your identity. For example, if you are not South Asian, do not audition for the specifically South Asian roles. If you are not nonbinary, please do not audition for the specifically nonbinary roles. Alternatively, if a role has its gender listed as open, that means any person of any gender may audition for that role. There are 17 different roles, so please stick to the ones that fit you or can accommodate you! In addition to this, please be 18 years of age or older to audition.

For each audition, you may do up to three takes of each line. Please compile them all into a single .mp3 or .wav file. If you are accepted for this podcast, we will be doing remote recordings with mandatory synchronous table reads. Please audition with the recording space you will use if hired. These roles will be paid $40 CAD over paypal.

Content warnings for this year of production include: violence, foul language, body horror, death, kidnapping, manipulation, body dysphoria and large insects. Not all warnings apply for every role; please feel free to send an email to [email protected] for more information or for any other questions you may have. Auditions will be open until October 31st, 2020.

Please note that all auditions must be sent through the google form link below. Any auditions sent to the email will be invalid. Feel free to audition for as many roles as you are able to fulfill, but please submit a new form and audio file for each role you

In summary:

17 roles open for auditions

Only audition for roles that fit your identity or can accommodate you

Be 18 years of age or older

Send us up to 3 takes per each line, all in one file

This podcast will be remotely recorded

These roles will be paid $40 CAD over paypal

Auditions open until October 31st, 2020

Please only send auditions through this link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc2kVXIFTY9IOiNvRSQWvIrB8LiIrI46xFOeFtuq2sb6xBlVA/viewform?vc=0&c=0&w=1&flr=0&gxids=7628

Roles

The Cherrin University Radio Host

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: South Asian

Age: Late teens, early twenties

Description: The Cherrin university radio host is an anonymous young woman who feels passionately for under discussed causes. Whether or not she does anything for them outside of ranting on a late night radio show is a bit of a sore spot, but no matter the issue she takes it seriously.

Lines:

It is 2:55 am, which means that it is technically the Cherrin City day of Super Powered Individuals Remembrance. Created by the city about 4 years ago, on paper the day exists to remember every super powered individual who has died. In action, the city uses it to lionize the dead members of their private task force and coerce more people into joining it.

The problem with being perceivable is that people look at you. And when people look at you, and they keep looking at you, you start to get recognized. (long pause) That has not always been a pleasant thing, in my experience.

Solla

Gender: Written as an alien who identifies as Female, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Black

Age: several thousand years old, but doesn't really show it

Description: Solla is a dedicated member to the Cherrin City Starlight Watchers Squad, and is accustomed to working with her team both in bringing down extra terrestrial villains and tackling the enthusiastic and seemingly-ceaseless questions of the Cherrin City press. Polite, patient to a fault and kind of the mom of her group.

Lines:

Yes, I am Solla of the Cherrin City Starlight Watchers Squad. Yes I am an alien, and yes I know English, among several other languages. I appreciate all nice comments, but if you'd like to say something more in depth, you can email the city.

I am so sorry, but I have to go.

Henry Austin Bolte

Gender: Written as a cis man, but trans and nonbinary people comfortable with he/him pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Mid twenties

Description: A gay, recently graduated costume designer trying to make it in Cherrin in the early 2000s. Also recently dumped, and kinda lonely. Very good at what he does, but uncomfortable with discussions of money.

Lines:

(sighs) Look, Vee, I don't care if this is some sex thing or whatever, I just need to know how you intend to use the suit so I can make it appropriately. You don't want some combo of kevlar and body armour if you're trying to fuck someone, right?

You did it. You're the one who did it. Oh my god.

Gender: Nonbinary (using he/they pronouns)

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Mid twenties

Description: An ambitious young person, also recently graduated. He's got big plans for his future and is not above manipulating other people to get what he wants. Hates being called desperate. Out of all the morally gray characters in this casting call, this person is the most 'super villain' out of all of them.

Lines:

I am not desperate. I am not a lucky, hapless fool. I am deliberate and calculating, and clever!

If you do anything to lose that respect... well. I know where to express my concerns.

Devon Milligan

Gender: Written as a cis man, but trans and nonbinary people comfortable with he/him pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Black

Age: Mid teens to early twenties

Description: Devon is a loyal young man part of the Cherrin City East End Exemplars. He has difficulty reacting decisively to surprises and can be slightly stubborn. But he appreciates honesty.

Lines:

How does getting up at 5am help out your scheme?

So you're all about making life better for yourself and no one else?

I-SPI

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Black

Age: late teens to mid twenties. Older than Devon

Description: Less a supervillain and more a regular criminal or henchwoman who happens to have very passive super powers. Skilled and clever, she only feels like opening up when she is most desperate. Extremely cynical.

Lines:

C'mon. You're a superhero, aren't you? Shouldn't you stay in top physical form in case another supervillain wants to fall into your lap?

If that's what it has to be; if that's the only choice I'm offered, then I sure as hell'll take it. Who else is gonna care for me? You?

Bernard North

Gender: Written as a cis man, but trans and nonbinary people comfortable with he/him pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Early thirties

Description: Has had a small taste of power and now refuses to give it up. Has stopped caring about the feelings of others. Please note that this character has only one line.

Line:

Feel free to exhaust yourself, I-SPI. You've already proven yourself incorrigible. But it doesn't matter, now that I have you in my possession. You and I are going to go very far together.

Hannah Nathan

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Late thirties

Description: The host of Musicity, a tv show about local musicians in Cherrin City, Hannah has worked very hard to be in this position. While she carries herself as having seen it all, she still cares about the comfort and state of her guests.

Lines:

Hello everyone! Welcome to another episode of Musiciscity! I'm your host, Hannah Nathan, and today, we here in the studio are joined by Cherrin City's very own, Alta Reyes!

Oh my god, Alta! Alta, are you alright? Can we get a doctor on set?

Alta Reyes

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Latina

Age: Early twenties

Description: The lead singer of Raise The Population, she currently finds herself in the wrong body, and in the wrong world. Despite these strange circumstances, she's doing her best to get her group back home.

Lines:

Me and my band mates, we were just working at getting known and getting better at making music. We crawled our way up from being nobodies begging for views on our music video to finally, actually getting a hit song!

The further I get away from the life I knew, the harder I cling to the things I do know, even as they keep changing. This place honestly feels the closest to home so far.

Brandi

Gender: Trans woman

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Open

Description: The host of Public! This! Closure!, a new radio show about people hashing out their interpersonal problems on the airwaves. She is always very composed and attempts to be impartial. (She also really wants this show to be a success and is always on the lookout for more people to have on it.)

Lines:

Wait, you kissed her?

And it looks like that's all the show we have time for today, folks! Join us again next time, here on Cherrin City's very own c98.7 for more Public! This! Closure!

Virginia 'Gina' Jones

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Mid twenties, early thirties

Description: She went on a lovely date with Josephine, and decided to go on, Public! This! Closure! the new radio show about people hashing out their interpersonal problems on the airwaves. She hopes this show will be able to reconnect her with Josephine and that she can find out why Josephine ghosted her after their date.

Lines:

...So you could remember the show you were watching, but not the woman you went out with?

Well, I hope you do. I mean, I don't know much about you, but even despite that, I... I want to see you again.

Josephine Georges

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Black

Age: Mid twenties, early thirties

Description: Went on a nice date with Gina, but almost immediately afterward, had her whole world upended. Is currently distracted with other pressing matters, but is absolutely willing to continue dating Gina.

Lines:

I've listened to the show before. (sighs) So, who else has beef with me?

And I didn't think I would be meeting a lot of potential Sparker dates on an alien planet!

Gender: Nonbinary (any pronouns, but initially presents as male)

Ethnicity: Open

Age: 15

Description: An orphaned young person looking for his place in the world. Goes on a very emotional journey, but has extremely villanous tendencies. Is very good at using his super power. Kinda lonely.

Lines:

You steal. That's what you do, isn't it? I mean, the only way anyone gets easy money is by stealing it.

I said, are you fucking kidding me? We literally live in a world where people get to call themselves whatever the hell they want, stupid shit like Resolute and Nightlight and SuperStar and you draw the line at The End?

Isabella

Gender: Written as a cis woman, but trans and nonbinary people who are comfortable with she/her pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: 19

Description: An orphan who lived in the same group home as TE but aged out of it. Had a good relationship with TE, sees him as a younger sibling. Is struggling to find satisfaction with her own life, in terms of her (illegal) career, her (nonexistent) love life, and her (nonexistent) social life. Also has a superpower, but it's rather weak.

Lines:

Well, it can get a little more hostile than that, but never more complicated. And you seem pretty capable with your power. We could use someone as capable as you.

Look, I've been tolerating a lot of your... you-ness because I got it, sort of. We lived together, we had the same traumatic experiences... and I care about you, I really do.

Guiltmaster

Gender: Written as a cis man, but trans and nonbinary people comfortable with he/him pronouns may audition

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Late twenties

Description: He's a villain with the power to make people feel extreme amounts of guilt and perhaps other things as well. An intelligent man who has lost interest in trying to make it in life through legal methods, but someone who never lost his deep sense of empathy for others.

Lines:

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to help him at all. So we waited, hoping for someone to find us. But, by the time they finally found us, there was no more us.

What you feel is what you feel. It's real and worthy and you cannot make it stop by assuming that because worse things have happened, what happened to you is not valid.

Pat

Gender: Open

Ethnicity: East Asian

Age: Open

Description: Someone who is going to therapy and trying to get over their guilt. Uncomfortable opening up to others, but is also unwilling to deny strangers' questions.

Lines:

Yeah? Did you ever kill your entire family?

All of them died, because I thought they didn't care about what I cared about.

The Interviewer

Gender: Open

Ethnicity: Open

Age: Open

Description: Despite the fact that filming is all but banned in Cherrin City, this interviewer is an out-of-towner attempting to make a documentary about super powered individuals. They're hoping that a certain real estate agent will be able to provide juicy and shocking details about her super powered clientele.

Lines:

Sounds horrific.

Oh my god, Larry you would not believe the waste of time I just had.

#voiceactor #voice acting #podcasts #audio fiction #audio drama #superheroes #cherrin city #cherrin city soundbytes

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hannahmcne · 5 years

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Lost on the Case - Chapter 1

Alya blew into the building five minutes before she was late and disappeared into her office. The cherry-stained door had absorbed all the warmth from the morning sun hitting it, so it was toasty inside her office. She sat down her thermos of hot coffee on her desk and shuffled through the stack of finished assignments on her desk. A smile spread across her face.

At the beginning of the month, her boss Celine, or Carly, as everyone called her, had given her a stack of thirty-two assignments because: "I'm getting tired of you always begging me for more stories or clocking out early because there's nothing to do." Now, three days before the end of the month, she was done.

Smiling, she hefted the stack up and wandered to Carly's office. Alex was just leaving when she walked up. He laughed and held the door open for her. "Wow, Alya. We're not going to have any more news to cover if you keep this up." He chuckled.

"Heck no, we're not." Alya agreed with pride. "Did you two just get done making out?" She winked.

Alex turned bright red. "Ah! Um, no, no I just needed to tell her to order more supplies for the printer downstairs."

"Uh huh, sure." Alya rolled her eyes cheerfully. "Whatever you say, Boss."

Alex turned a deeper shade of red that reminded Alya of her old classmate Nathaniel, and then shut the door behind her. Alya chucked. Alex and Carly weren't actually dating, but everyone had been teasing that they were since before Alya had arrived.

Alex was the production manager. He oversaw the printing and distribution of the paper. He was also the person everyone went to if they needed public-domain files for any past stories or information because he had connections in city hall and in the police department. Carly was the brains and genius behind the design and formatting of the paper and its accompanying magazines. She was the one who assigned the reporters to certain cases and oversaw their work. AKA Alya's superior.

Alya cleared her throat politely and waited for the slim, dark-haired girl at the desk to glance up at her. Carly was fifty-seven with pretty grey streaks in her brown hair. She had grey eyes and a small mouth and nose. She was shorter than the average(you couldn't tell when she was sitting down), and so skinny that she could squeeze underneath Alya's desk and hide. Alya knew this because Carly had pranked everyone's office last April Fool's day, but since Alya had come in early, so she hadn't been able to finish booby-trapping her office. She'd hidden under the desk until Alya had pulled her chair out and spotted her.

Carly finally looked away from a set of color swabs she was examining for a magazine and saw Alya holding her stack. She groaned. "Don't you dare tell me, Alya Lahiffe, that you finished thirty-two different individual assignments?"

"Guilty." Alya chuckled, putting the stack down on Carly's desk. "Do you have anything else for me to do?"

Carly sighed and picked up the first two portfolios on top of Alya's stack. "Great work, as usual." She muttered. Carly sighed and set the folders down on top of her desk. "Okay Alya, I do have one more file. I usually give it to a more advanced reporter, but I think you've got this. It's the hardest file we have on record though."

Alya's breath caught as Carly opened a drawer and scraped the bottom. She pulled out a yellow folder with a red and black sticker on the front. Alya drew in a sharp breath as Carly handed it over.

"The Ladybug file?" Alya asked hesitantly. She didn't dare reach out to touch it.

Carly nodded. Alya took it reverently as a bright, blinding smile spread across her cheeks. "Thank you so much! This is such an honor… I don't know what to say!" Alya took a few steps away from the drawer.

"Now, hold on," Carly said, holding up a hand. She pointed to a chair in front of the desk. "Pop a squat. There are a few things I've got to explain."

Alya took a seat in the chair. Her heart was racing. Carly took a deep breath. "As you know, the Ladybug file was started back when Ladybug and Chat Noir announced they were taking a quick retreat for health reasons and Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, and Carapace took over protecting the city. Since then, we've been trying to root out where they went. It's one of the few mystery quests the department has. Most of them are just 'interview and report'. No one has ever gotten very far on the case. Every year, before we acknowledge the disappearance and honor the cities' current heroes on Heroes Day, I give it someone to see if they can find anything. Some years it comes back a little fuller, other years information is disapproved, and it comes back lighter. You're innovative and resourceful. Let's see how much you can find out." Carly spread her hands.

Alya swallowed. "And, if I don't?" She asked.

Carly shrugged. "Well, just me giving you the file means you have to write something about the disappearance of the dream team for the holiday. What usually happens is the reporters poke around, and if they don't find anything, then they highlight some of the things she and Chat did for the city and do some speculations on when she'll return. Hero's Day is in two months."

Alya swallowed. "Okay." She agreed. She stood up and walked backwards to the door, keeping her eyes on Carly as her supervisor returned to her desk work.

"One more thing, Alya." Carly said as Alya set her hand on the knob. "There are no extensions for this project. While it's possible to be reassigned, I only open the file this time of year because we can't afford to spend resources on this year-round. You have two months, and then after Heroes Day, you will need to return the folder. Understood?"

"Understood." Alya nodded with a dry throat.

"Good. There's not much else for you to do, and I know you're more comfortable working at home, so feel free to clock out early if you want. I'll call if we get anything else in, but your coworkers have priority now that you have that." Carly opened a pdf on her computer and turned her attention away from Alya. Alya swallowed hard and decided to leave before Carly changed her mind.

"Thank you, thank you, Carly." She gasped as she turned the knob. "I swear I won't let you down."

Carly nodded distractedly and waved her off. Alya quickly escaped and shut the door behind her. Then, she tucked the file under her arm, balled up her fists, and squealed. Everyone in the vicinity turned to her, but she ignored their questioning looks as she dashed out of the building.

The Ladybug file… the Ladybug file! This was an office legend, and part of the entire reason why she was here today. If she hadn't first started reporting on Ladybug back in Ecole….

It felt good to be back in the same territory she'd started in; Paris's heroes. She took the subway back home and dashed up the stairs to her apartment.

"Nino! Nino!" She called, hoping her husband hadn't left to his record label already. Unfortunately, the apartment was empty. No biggie. She pulled out her phone and dialed his number as she ran into her room to hunt down her laptop. He didn't answer the first time, so she dialed again, and he answered on the third ring.

"Sup Alya?" He asked. "I had to leave my meeting. What's up?"

"You'll never believe what just happened to me!" Alya squealed.

"What?" He asked.

Alya waved her hands even though he couldn't see them. "I got the ladybug file!" She shrieked. "Carly said she thinks I'm resourceful enough for it! Me!"

"Wow, that's super Alya." Alya could hear Nino smiling through the phone.

"I know! I can't let her down. I figure if anyone can figure out where our favorite cat and bug team went, it's probably the Ladyblog owner, right?" Alya asked as she fired up her laptop and traced a finger over the ladybug sticker on the front of the portfolio.

"Not to mention the first civilian Ladybug trusted enough to give a miraculous to, right?" Nino teased.

"Right," Alya said, moving her hand to finger the fox-tail necklace against her neck. After Ladybug had left the city, Alya had been given her miraculous full-time, along with Chloe and Nino. Trixx, her Kwami, was asleep in a pocket that she'd sewn on the inside of her jacket. Marinette had taught her how to back in Ecole.

Marinette… and suddenly she was sad. Thinking about her old best friend really put a damper on her mood. She swallowed.

"Hey Nino, I think I'm going to drop by Tom and Sabine's to get something to eat." She told him.

"Let's make it a date. Can I meet you there for lunch?" Nino asked. Alya could tell he needed to get back to his meeting.

Alya giggled. "I would love that." She said honestly.

"I love you, Ren." He whispered.

"And I love you, Carapace."

They chuckled together and then said goodbye. Alya set her phone on the dresser in her and Nino's bedroom and studied her reflection. It was just Marinette's parents… no big deal. She exhaled and decided to quickly change her clothes.

Thirty minutes later, she was wearing a dark pair of blue jeans and a breezy white shirt. She redid her makeup and put in a pair of white earrings. Then, she scolded herself for being silly. It was Marinette's parents. They adored all of her old friends. She found her purse with her wallet and identification inside and took her phone with her as she left to go to Marinette's old place, leaving the ladybug file on the couch beside her laptop.

Almost ten years ago, a horrible tragedy had befallen Alya's classmates. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had been kidnapped while on a walk, only a block and a half from her house. It had been just after evening hours, and no witnesses had been around. All the police had was a foggy video from a street cam, where you could see a man in all black jump out from where he'd been hiding behind a car, slap a cloth over her mouth, and then drag her unconscious body into the backseat. They'd tried tracking the vehicle to no avail. It had disappeared through some of the slums of Paris and had only reappeared once briefly while going through an intersection. Even now, they had no idea where the car had gone with her. Marinette was listed as a missing person. She'd be almost twenty-nine if she were still around. Maybe she'd have married Adrien Agreste.

Alya hailed a taxi to take her to the bakery and climbed in. She put on a playlist to distract herself from her thoughts of her old best friend and decided to glance through last year's Hero's Day publication for ideas. After about ten minutes of stop-and-go traffic, she looked up and spotted a limo in the lane beside them as they turned into the heart of Paris. 'Adrien used to drive around in limos like that', she thought.

Three weeks before Marinette had been kidnapped, Adrien Agreste had committed suicide. Mr. Agreste's assistant, Natalie Sancour, had gone upstairs to wake him and found him missing. They tried to find him using his phone, but it was plugged in beside his bed. Nothing was gone from the room and the security cameras didn't show anyone leaving. Then, one of the gardeners made a horrible discovery. Adrien's body was on the grounds underneath his third-story bedroom. Adrien had opened the window in his bathroom, closed it behind him once he made his way outside, and jumped to his death on the grounds below. Police found his fingerprints around the glass and a suicide note in his pocket. Alya had never been given the opportunity to read it, but she suspected it said something along the lines of: 'I hate the way I'm imprisoned, my father hates me, no one knows anything about me and I feel alone.'

Just a hunch.

At any rate, in three weeks the class lost two of the happiest, most positive, go-lucky kids in the class. They despaired for months, but eventually moved on. Alya had survived by burying herself underneath her work and using her achievements as shields from the pain. Awful strategy? Sure. Effective? Absolutely.

Today, Alya was a reporter for Parisian Culture, a top magazine, and paper headquartered in Paris. The Ladyblog had died off mostly, though she still uploaded theories and hunches from time to time. Nino released albums and mixtapes for both other artists and himself. All in all, it was a good life.

The taxi let her out on the corner of the street, besides the park where Adrien used to have photoshoots. Tom and Sabine's boulangerie hadn't changed. Not even the gold lettering of the shop's windows had faded. It still used the same design Marinette had created when she was thirteen and had the same flooring, smell, and reputation as the best in Paris.

She pushed the door open, relishing the sound of the bell announcing her presence, and smiled as she wove her way through patrons waiting for their owners. Only Tom was behind the counter. He hastily rang up orders and brought fresh pastries up from behind the counter. Alya wondered where Sabine was.

Tom was a little older, a little rounder, with more than a few grey hairs in his beard and hair. He still smelt like bread and gave the best bear hugs in the world though. The years had not been kind though, and his back was sorer than it used to be, with every laugh and smile etching a new wrinkle. It pained Alya's heart to watch him and Sabine grow old.

The bakery finally began to clear out. Tom noticed her standing among the crowd and shot a smile her way. He quickly finished up and gestured her forward.

"Hello, Alya! It's been a while," He said.

"It has," Alya agreed. "Where's Sabine?"

A pained smile crossed Tom's face. Alya felt her smile drop as Tom reached up and scratched the back of his head.

"Listen, Alya, I know this will disappoint you, but…" Tom sighed as he removed his apron. He folded it quickly and laid it on a weighted scale. It weighed about two-oh-seven grams. "Sabine and I have been talking." Tom continued. "It's been almost ten years since Marinette disappeared, and that means in less than two weeks she's going to be labeled dead by Paris law. Sabine and I are old, and it hurts us to keep holding out hope she'll come back at this point." Tom raked a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "Sabine is upstairs now, cleaning out her room. We've decided it's time. She's getting a head start on the small things, and I'll help out with dismantling furniture later."

"Oh," Was all Alya could say. She twisted her hands nervously. "Do you guys want some help? I'm off work for tonight – I'm supposed to meet Nino here, but after that I'm free."

"That would be helpful," Tom said, his eyes full of gentle tears. "You could probably take a few things of hers too if you wanted."

"Thanks, Tom," Alya said, patting his hand. "Can I head up then?"

"Yes, feel free," Tom agreed. The bell over the door jingled and a group of students from Alya's old school wandered in, chattering excitedly. Tom straightened up and blinked his tears back. Alya hovered for a moment to relive memories, then cleared out and walked to the stairs to head up into the apartment.

Up on the third floor, Sabine was surrounded by hangers and clothes. A trash basket and a box of tissues sat on the floor beside her, along with a large cardboard box partially full of Marinette's clothes. Sabine looked up, surprised when she saw Alya.

"Hello, Alya," She greeted. "What are you doing up here?"

"Tom let me up. I asked if you guys needed help." Alya said. She sat down and began to remove clothes from hooks. Sabine sniffled.

"That's nice of you dear. This job is a bit much on an old woman like me."

Alya didn't say anything.

They worked through Marinette's closet. A few things, like scarves and gloves and boot toppers, Sabine pawned off to Alya. They used one of Marinette's bags to hold all the items.

"Don't you want some of these things?" Alya asked.

Sabine shook her head. "The memories are a bit, ah, much." She admitted.

Marinette's room was dusty. No one had been up here for at least seven years. Alya looked up at Marinette's old bed. Even from a distance, the trapdoor that led to her balcony had grime blocking it closed. Odd shapes strung the steps down through the dust. Alya smiled at the sight. She could still imagine Marinette half climbing, half falling down.

Alya cleaned out Marinette's backpack, which included all her schoolwork from years ago. The textbooks had long ago been taken back to the school, but Marinette's notes from literature, science, math, and her advanced design classes, it was all here. Alya had forgotten how her friend used to dot the 'I' in her name with a heart… the memory made Alya reach for a tissue too.

Alya cleaned out the desk while Sabine took the computer, lamp, chargers and other things and put them in a box to be donated or sold. Alya tried to burn the Adrien Agreste heart collage into her brain before Sabine tore it down. Even at nineteen, Marinette had been over the moon for that boy.

Into a box went patterns, buttons, lace, needles, pins, and zippers. Odd bits of cloth, thread, and beads followed. Tucked in between the chaise and the dresser was a half-moon shaped box Alya remembered very well. She smiled and tipped the box on its side just like Marinette had kept it in her workspace. It popped open and Alya glanced inside, expecting to see Marinette's worn, old diary.

The magic box was empty.

Alya frowned. "Sabine?" She asked. "Do you have Marinette's diary?"

Sabine looked up from where she was packing up the Ladybug and Chat Noir dolls Marinette used to entertain Manon with. She frowned at the magic box in thought.

"No." She shook her head. "I haven't seen it."

Alya looked back down in confusion. Marinette couldn't have had it on her the night of the kidnapping, right? She never took that diary anywhere. She wouldn't have just randomly decided to take it on a walk with her, right?

Tom called upstairs that it was lunchtime. Sabine thanked Alya for her help, and Alya said that, if she didn't mind, she was going to stay up for a few more minutes. Sabine gave her a sad smile and a nod and disappeared down the trapdoor staircase.

Alya began to search. She looked under the bed and in the chaise and all over Marinette's work area and couldn't find any trace of the diary. It had vanished. Her heart began to pound as she examined everything in the room. It seemed to be exactly the way Marinette had left it. But on second glance, a few minute things fell out of place with the picture Alya had in her head.

The diary was missing… and so was the small picture of her and Marinette that used to hang on the wall over Marinette's workstation. An heirloom ring that Marinette had gotten from her grandma wasn't on the jewelry stand where it usually was, and while Marinette's pink flower handbag that matched her shirt was there, the white beaded purse that Marinette had gotten from a flea market and hand-beaded was missing.

"Alya?" Nino called from downstairs. "Are you still up there?"

"Coming!" Alya called back in a strangled tone. She ripped her eyes away from the room and pulled open the trap door. Nino stood at the bottom with one hand on the railing like he had been about to climb up. He frowned when he saw her.

"Babe, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." He asked.

Alya stumbled down the step and sat down a few feet from the bottom. "Her diary is missing." She told Nino. "And a couple of other things. They're missing."

"Missing?" Tom asked. "We haven't touched that room since we helped her put it together.

"I know," Alya muttered. "They're gone though. They just… vanished."

Nino helped her down and watched her sit on the stairs. "They have to be up there somewhere." He realized. "What else is missing?"

"A photo of us," Alya replied immediately. "Her grandma's ring and that white bag she used for Easter and Christmas."

"Maybe she sold the bag," Nino suggested. "And the photo could have fallen. And the ring..." He paused. "I don't know. Maybe it just fell off the stand and rolled somewhere."

Alya furrowed her brow. "I guess." She muttered. "But... what about her diary? That didn't ever go anywhere. She guarded that thing almost as much as she guarded her purse at school."

Sabine patted her arm. "We'll probably find it as we clean more things out." She decided. "Let's not worry on it. Now, Come and have lunch with us."

Nino leaned down and helped her to her feet. Alya followed the other adults to the table, feeling a little tingle of excitement and worry in her spine. Maybe it was just her reporter vibe on steroids, but she swore she could smell a mystery coming.

**This story is available up to Chapter Seven on AO3 and FanFiction.Net.**

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higanbana;

A/N: Okay, a bit late I guess but I started writing this 19th July. Didn't make it in time. Also I forgot which blog I saw the prompts from lmao this is also kinda self-indulgent but hey what’s the use of making self-inserts for your self right

Pairing: OikawaxReader

Wordcount: 3,303 trash

Genre: angst??? try-hard angst yeah im sorry got lost in how to end it i--

*higanbana = red spider lilies. they are associated with final goodbyes, and legend has it that these flowers grow wherever people part ways for good.

tagging some cute lil haikyuu friends :( @floofwrites @akaashit-baeji @sportanime-maniac

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"(y/n)?" Iwaizumi's voice sounded strained, tired even, as he spoke to you through his phone's mouthpiece. You ask what was bothering him on such a fine weekend afternoon.

"It's been... bugging me for days now, it's such a pain in the ass."

You hum, taking your time chewing the chips you've put in your mouth. You were binge watching movies on your free day when he called. "Well, you know, that isn't really part of my job. But congratulations on devirginizing your ass, I guess."

Iwaizumi stutters, and you could clearly see the image of horror and embarrassment on his face in your mind. "T-That's not what I meant!" He clears his throat, before continuing. "Just... I feel like playing again. And I think I've become rusty for the past year."

He hears you gasp, and he wasted no more time in setting a meeting place before completely hanging up on you.

Warmth spreads throughout your chest at his sudden call and the reason why he wanted to meet up suddenly made you giddy.

You and Iwaizumi go a long way back—way back middle school. By the time you graduated from college, he finally got accepted to play and be part of the National team. So you mustered enough courage and confidence, gathered some experience before applying for the team's physical therapist.

Luckily though, you got hired, and even received compliments from the coach saying that they have never seen the players perform to "such an extent".

It was a fun experience, the team had a great run during those times but one day, Iwaizumi decided to quit. Until now, you never knew why, but soon after he did, you also bid farewell to the team and began working in hospitals or nursing facilities.

So hearing that he wanted to play again set you in a good mood; you even start rummaging through your old files for the training regimen you used to give him, and brought it along with you.

You passed by a convenience store, grabbed two bottles of a light alcoholic drink, the celebratory mood getting to you.

Until you felt utter disappointment, confusion, and even a little annoyed at seeing who was there on the bench, waiting.

"(y/n)-chan~!"

It was him.

You suddenly wished that aliens were real so they could just take him.

"You still call me that? Stop it. Where's Hajime?" You still weren't sitting, tempted to throw the bottles to his good-looking face before he could answer your question.

Oikawa pouted, scooting over to make space beside him for you on the bench. "First name basis? You two that close already?"

You didn't even try to understand the underlying tones that statement had. "None of your business. Now if you're not gonna tell me where he is, I'm gonna have to leave. Nice seeing you,"

As you turned around to leave, Oikawa stops you by saying, "I had him call you so we could meet here. So obviously, he's not coming."

You hesitated, but with a deep sigh, you wordlessly made your way to the bench, placing all the stuff you brought between you and the brunette. He looks down at what you did, and when you weren't looking at him, Oikawa pops open both bottles with a little trick, trying not to smile that you decided to stay. He places your drink next to you, as he holds his own and takes a sip.

Oikawa just looks at you in silence, as your eyes focus on the red spider lilies before you; lined in a straight path, some surrounding the tree nearby. Both your face and his was unreadable, and when you couldn't bear the silence much longer, you took a breath before speaking.

"You didn't have to do that." your eyes narrowed, still refusing to look at Oikawa.

"Do what?" the way he was feigning innocence got on your nerves a bit but you decided to settle things as mature as adults could be.

"...this whole thing, making Hajime set this up. There's actually, absolutely, no need for it."

"I just need an excuse to hang out with you." He answered immediately, gauging your reaction. Oikawa takes another sip of his drink, "It's been a while since we last talked, (y/n)-chan. I tried texting or calling you but I figured you probably changed numbers."

You bit your bottom lip, looking down on your feet. You take a single gulp of the alcohol and leaned back on your seat, trying to at least relax and feel more comfortable in your own space.

"Why? Felt bored?" You finally spare him a quick glance, and your ex had a long leg over the other, both hands now inside the pockets of his jersey jacket. There was a small flag of Japan by the chest and only then did you remember that he was now also a member of the volleyball National team; perhaps even their captain—you didn't know. Ever since leaving the team, you didn't bother catching up to any news about them.

When Oikawa didn't answer your question, you mumble, "I heard... you were doing good."

He shrugs, "More or less... and you?" The brunette sighs, scratching the back of his head. He turned to you with a slight pout, which you couldn't tear your eyes off of. "Why are we talking like we have sticks up our asses? Iwa-chan sure is rubbing off on you real good." Oikawa whines, his nose stuck in the air after grunting.

You didn't know why but you found it ridiculous, that you were reminded of the times when you were younger. A chuckle escapes your lips, making his brows raise at your sudden reaction. "God, are you six or something? Trying to be all cute and whiny?"

Oikawa smirks, "So first it's 'nice seeing you'; and now you're saying I'm cute? (y/n)-chan, I'm very flattered. But there's no need to tell me what I already know." He even had the audacity to wink at you and stick his tongue out.

You lightly punch his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his display of narcissism. "Hah, some things... really don't change."

Oikawa's short burst of playful attitude came to a progressive stop, his calm demeanor slowly resurfacing. "Yeah... guess you could say that."

He then rummages through the files you brought along for Iwaizumi, and he hums in acknowledgment. "So you did become a PT." Oikawa was mumbling to himself, and you didn't even try to take back the folder he was holding.

'It's better to have minimal physical contact as much as possible.'

You notice his brows scrunching together, and assumed that he was trying to read through the small fonts you used, as Oikawa wasn't wearing his glasses. But what you didn't know was that he was actually glaring at Iwaizumi's photo.

He returns the folder to you, "Think you can be my therapist?" Then, his other hand pats his bad knee thrice.

The question caught you off-guard; just as quick as the good memories flashed by, the bad and painful ones that replaced it were the hardest to ignore. It triggered the memory that began the downfall of your relationship with Oikawa.

See, you and him had made the relationship work through some similarities and despite of your differences.

You were understanding and supportive of his passion and commitment to his volleyball career. You went to his games and cheered him on no matter the results were; when you had free time, you'd wait until night for him to be done with practice. Meanwhile, he never felt as though you were dragging him down; he even learned to appreciate classic rom-coms because of you and had some of your favorites next to his sci-fi stash; and of course, he fueled the drive you had for achieving your dreams of becoming a doctor.

The amount of selfies you've taken with him is unreal; your gallery also full of memes you both send to Iwaizumi even during dead hours of the night. You hated his gut sometimes, and he doesn't like it when even you nag at him; you were both stubborn, had a little pride here and there—but you knew you felt the happiest when with him, and he always told you that he felt the same.

College came. You were in different universities, but was in the same one as Iwaizumi's. When you were still a freshman, you still had some time to spare; meet up after practice, or him waiting for your class to end.

It was interesting: you knew one way or another, a match between your university and his would be inevitable.

And Oikawa's team always won.

But as the semesters went on, both of you spent less and less time together, talked more on occasion than how it used to be.

For you that was fine, you understood that careers must be prioritized than relationships because both of you were at that age which would decide your individual futures.

Sometimes you'd get jealous at some of your friends when they're gushing about their own adventures in the romance department that you even mockingly ask yourself if you're actually single.

The relationship just came to a point where you felt like you were the only one trying, making it an effort to meet or hang out.

You had to admit to yourself: it was tiring. And all these, you had no choice but to rant it all out on Iwaizumi—which was part of the reason why you two became much closer. It was completely platonic for you though, no doubt about that.

There was a particular match, you finally had some spare time from your busy schedule and brain-draining program, that you managed to watch it. Though, you were a little late, having arrived halfway through.

Every step you took closer to the stands, the more you became eager to feel the rush of adrenaline through your veins, of having your throat going dry from screaming and cheering—

But you didn't expect that you'd instead have to swallow a lump in your throat and push back tears.

When you arrived, the first thing you saw was your boyfriend, Oikawa, lying on the floor of the court, clutching his knee, teeth gritted, sweat and probably some tears on his pained face. And Iwaizumi, on the other side of the net, frozen in shock at what was happening to his bestest friend.

Next thing you knew, you were in the hospital.

It was a bad fall they said.

Probably the court was too slippery. A little misstep.

The worst was that maybe it was the beginning of the end of his career.

The following days, weeks, weren't really the best. You could say bad things turned to worse things.

The doctor was a bit too pessimistic for your liking, saying that Oikawa might never be able to use that knee again for volleyball, post-surgery.

"Since when did you know about this? Was it after the Karasuno match? Or during your freshman year in college? Tooru... please..." you asked him, as he stared ahead at the wall, the usual cheerful dork now seemed to have aged ten more years at the hurtful words of his own doctor.

Oikawa didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer and he felt that everything came crashing down as he began building his walls higher, keeping everything and everyone out—even you.

You reached out to caress his knee, and you noted the flinch he made under your touch. "Hey... I know it's hard right now, but... trust me, I don't think what the doctor said was true." You pursed your lips; still no reaction from him.

"I mean... this is why rehabilitation medicine exists! I believe that this could still be worked on and you'll be in your best state in a few month's time, Tooru." You were speaking from your little therapist-to-be heart, the passion, the blood, sweat and tears you've shed so far serving as fuel to strengthen your resolve in wanting to help heal your boyfriend.

You pulled your hand away when Oikawa let out a scoff.

He gave you a ridiculing look, "What do you know? I don't see you having any problem with your knee."

"T-Tooru... I—"

"Why? Just because you're a student now, you honestly think you could be my therapist?"

Were you hurt? Very. But then there was a voice in your head saying that Oikawa was in much more pain than you could imagine. And so you waited. Patiently. Diligently.

You didn't want to let him see you crumble at his mere words that only stemmed from his self-loathing. This isn't him, this isn't him. It was your new mantra.

You could only take so much.

You still end up crying it out on Iwaizumi. He was able to provide you with the head space you could breathe in. You didn't realize that Oikawa could sense this. That was your mistake, you knew that but only after the split.

"Why don't you leave me alone? All I see from you now is pity. Guess what, (y/n), I don't need any of that from you. Right? I don't make you happy anymore right? You think I didn't know you've already found someone better?"

This was his mistake.

The memory of your tears, of your trembling hands, and voice breaking—still stung in his mind.

"Not once did I pity you, Tooru, because that's not what you need. All this time, I've endured every word you hurled at me like I'm your least favorite person in the world." You sniffed, swallowed.

"But if that's what's going to make you better, make you happier—then I'll go. I hope you understand how much I've exceeded my limits, only for you to throw me out over and over again."

You gripped hard on the doorknob, and said your final words. "And leave Iwa-kun out of this. I didn't think you would actually doubt a friend and your own girlfriend." You bitterly smile, causing the tears that pooled in your lids to fall.

"Maybe I was wrong to assume that I could become your stronghold through this. I'm sorry for disappointing you, Tooru. Get well soon,"

"And we never talked after that." he murmured, eyes reddening, jaw clenched in an attempt to fight his own tears from falling.

And you?

You've downed half of your bottle in one go.

You refuse to look at him because you knew your heart's wounds would reopen and be like onions to your eyes. You let the alcohol spread to make you numb. More, more, you said.

"It's embarrassing but... since you left I have no one to talk to. The days I spent in the hospital was a lot bearable when you used to visit me."

You took another swig of the alcohol. Another bitter smile on your lips more bitter than what was burning your throat. "Then don't talk to me now like you're coming back."

"Don't you want me back?"

Your heart ached at his question. You bit your lip, sniffing, trying to find the right answer—your heart wanted yes, but your mind wanted no. "Did I even mean anything to you? Was that all I was to you—just another person you could talk to?"

Oikawa winced at your words. "(y/n), I—I... of course not! You're worth more than that to me!" there was a shaky exhale, and a quick intake of air right after. You figured that he was choking on his own fought back sobs. "I... I'm sorry but I just miss you so, so, so much."

This time, you tried looking him in the eye—and all you could see was a mirror of your own pain. His ears were already red, indicating the emotions he was holding back on you—a trait of his that you can't seem to forget.

"There's a difference between missing someone and missing having someone, Oikawa." He flinched at how much you tried to put distance between the two of you for calling him that way. Oikawa tried to answer but you continued, "I, for one, miss you because I..." you gasped, letting the tears stream down your face. "Because I never stopped loving you, Tooru."

Oikawa was frozen in his seat, watching you as you harshly wiped tear streaks from your face, finishing your drink then gathering your things and standing up to leave. You quickly walked away without looking back, and that was the only time the brunette finally found how to move his limbs. He was so at a loss that he forgot his own unfinished drink on the bench.

"W-Wait, (y/n)-chan! (y/n)," Oikawa chased after you, unable to control his own strength once he grabbed your arm, making all your things fall to the grass. You pull your arm away but he holds you by the shoulders.

"Why are you leaving? I'm not going to push you away anymore, (y/n)." His grip on you got tighter, as if he was restraining himself from pulling you close to him and capturing your body in his.

You look down, avoiding his stare, seeing red spider lilies once more by your feet where your things were scattered.

His hands slide down to grasp your hands in his. They're still as warm as I remember them to be.

"...Real feelings don't just go away."

"So why did you let me leave?" Your lips trembled, voice coming out in a whisper, voice cracking in the end.

"(y/n), I know that what I did and said was wrong. I let my pride get in the way between us; I let my sadness eat me away." His hands were shaking now, a bit sweaty too. He sniffed, "You saw the messed up parts of me and stayed. But I was a jerk, a big asshole, for pushing you away. It was selfish of me... I... I didn't see that my in-actions would cause us to fall apart."

To your surprise, he pulled you in, burying his face near the crook of your neck. You could feel something wet seep into your shirt. "My biggest mistake was thinking I could live without you."

"But... I can see you're doing well now without me. Because you only waited this long to try and reach me? Why now when you could've done it before?"

Oikawa hugs you tighter, shaking his head. "I just don't want to lose you; not again, not anymore. I love you (y/n), I never did stop."

Soon, he pulls away, eyes searching yours. You look up at him, and he wipes the tears from your face. "Can I be selfish one last time? Please give me another chance—I'll make it up to you."

You all but gently removed his touch from yours, and suddenly the air around you grew cold.

"Tooru, I... I love you, I miss you, I forgive you. It was nice meeting you but... I don't think I'm ready to open my heart for you again. Maybe not now. Maybe not ever. Because I've made up my mind long ago to love you from afar."

You smiled softly and used the back of your hand to wipe his tears. Then, you stood on your tiptoes and placed a peck to his nose before turning away.

Oikawa could only watch in silence at your retreating figure, wondering if this was the best thing for one or both of you. Everything now was even more unsure for him; except for the fact that a new-found determination sprang in his chest.

Oikawa Tooru was going to win your heart back, no matter what it takes.

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #happy birthday oikawa!#angst #haikyuu scenario #oikawa scenario #underratedhq

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