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Nemesis belongs to: @nekfofes
Elite belongs to: @gibbieyibbie
Rf Wally belongs to: dodozoi17 on tt
Ena Wally belongs to: @eechytooru
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#art#sketch#welcome home art#welcome home#wally#wally darling#welcome home wally#au#ena wally#rf wally#rainbow factory wally#elite tine#apple sider wally#nemesis
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this chart is by @prochara on twt i very much agree with its rating of pure main weapon power barring sub and special synergy. heres my comprehensive balancing ideas for everything. this list is noted to account for map design, which is why eliter is so high. my ideal is to make everything at about the "slightly weaker tier", so everything above will be generally slightly nerfed as i believe overky powerful weapons turn the gane very stalemated. this first of a series of posts will focus in nerfs. without further ado
fuckin beef cake supremes
squeezer: i would nerf squeezer by reducing the ink efficiency of its tap shots, reducing ever so slightly the max fire rate, and making a small range nerf, where it stlli out ranges everyrhing except jet squelcher but less so. i believe this to be the most undeniabley superior main weapon, where it has every good shooyer quality and then stats that are better than all of them with kill yime and range, i believe the balance is way ivercompensating for the awkward tap fire of its precision shots, and it should be tined back like this
eliter: i would just fix the godawful ekiter heaven maps rn, mire paths more flanks more cover, and give eliter a slap on the wrist, a bit more ink recovery lag (ie heavier weapons tend tot ake longer to begin their ink recovery reloading)
splatana wiper: the main thing is its absurd onject damage multipliers really put this weapons power over the top, and i validate brellas severely. i would reduce these multipliers by a decent amount, and also just slightly reduce its charge slash range because its nutty that it can outrange dualie squelchers when its so mobile it can function as an honest to god melee weapon. also id SLIGHTLY reduce strafe speed, but id make it so strafe speed can be affected by run speed gear. a pure wi get you back to its original run speed, and the falloff wi be harsh. runnung only run speed will make u barely faster so that. this is to introduce a skight bit more of gesr dependency for this extremely consistent weapon. also slight ink efficiency nerf
nutty bitches
splash o matic, .52 gal, splatter shot, n-zap: i actually like the power kevel of all these and dont want to take away the fun of them. this is a little wrist slaopy but will help keeo these mobile powerhouses from being too oppressive, namely give them small ink efficiency nerfs (higher ink cost per bullet) and make their damage fall off a little worse (so that its harder to take advantage of arc shots or high ground or just tryinf to extend your range like they did excessively to my beloved GLOOGA)
trislosher: tbh i think tri slosher is perfect how it is now, id give it a skight fall off damage nerf for slap on the wrist sake, but thats its specialty so the nerf would be even smaller than the one for the shooters
mini splatling: i feel similarly about mini splat to trislosh, maybe just a slight increase in ink recovery lag so it doesnt feel too oppressive against the nerfed shooters
splat charger: its only strong for similar reasons to eliter, bur it can get a slap on the wrist for ink recovery lag why not
tetra dualies: i love tetra dualies :( i think its at the power level i think wiper should be at, but id anything id say actually a fair bit percent worse falloff cos if GLOOGA has to suffer than then this high pressure menace should have to struggle a bit more to kill over ledges
dualie squelchers: honestly i think these were rated a bit too high, i wouldnt change anything, its jump tech is a little unfair but its cool and makes sense
splatana stamper: this bitch scares me but is so cool. id say jsut a bit of an ink efficiency nerf, its crazy longevitous for a heavy weapon. it shoukd run out faster and also have its object damsge multipliers reduced alittle bit. also skightly lower strafe speed but you can now boost it with run speed up, and it takes less run soeed up to surpass the original strafe speed, and is skightly more notable of a boost
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everything in the slightly weaker class is about what i think is a fun and fair power level, but i have a few fairly neutral changes id make for just a few
ink brush: no nerf, but like the solatanas, i feel its a big missed opportunity for fun to make it boostable in run speed. the max boost should be very slight so that people cant move way too fast too easily, but i think if you run oure run soeed on ink brush there should be some reward :)
splat dualies: it was always weird to me dualie squelchers is the only dualie to get the roll slide thing, it seems like such a strange way if maing its mobility superior. i get its supposed to be like a shooter dualie hybrid, but i think the othe rmire basical dualies should have a bit fia roll sldie too, so splat dualies will be one of the ones receiving this slight betterment to its mobility :)
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What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? 💚💚
Honestly that's harder than physics because I don't think I can ever even give any of my fic favourite title but since you asked me with 2 hearts in the end, I'll try to answer.
I think personally my 3rd masterlist fics are among my favourites but here's a few I personally find good enough (couldn't decide one) (answering this made me go back some of the fics I wrote last year and forgot how good they were)
Would you come back to me? (this will always hold a special place for me )
All too well
Love is a choice
Because its you and me
In another life, in another time
Your tine safe box
Palace de elite
Phantom of the future
In the heart of rome
You loved me first but I loved you last
Like I said, I couldn't pick one from 183 fics I've written... Thank you so much for asking though and immensely sorry for answering so late, my schedule has been really tight recently..
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http://www.leonmussche.wixsite.com/leonmussche
Three drawings made in the first year of the Netherlands think tank Leoniscareful
Conputer says NO
After one year of working on a website that had some very clear goals and plans before carefully trying it out with a free host provider and a sinple back end template without a payment function. Now I am hearing the people that sell the website, in this case Wix, a prominent provider in the creative field. I found that as shocking and unbeluevably unacceptable as all the other things I hear people say, not because she clearly did not want petsonal websites anymore with portfolio's of the petson that spends many decades in living, but mostly because it was not so long ago that the internet was an open source free mefiun accessible for everyone and one that causef countried and continents and religious views that had always meant that states were closed, and so were their cultures, with the 3xception of those cosmopolitan cities in the Western world, acting as if the center of it. The revolution digitalisation had caused people to learn from other countries and ultimately caused massive migration that was hard to control. Not in the least place the past decadz has seen the rise of new life and the hidden space and these new concepts should have shaken up the world, as it did in demonstrations in sone cities of the world, but truth was also there was no hunger, no war and for too long a tine, no soccer, because all these new innovations and richer experiences are the main topic that we try to open up,, along with newfound freedom because it could cause a drag or boaredom due to the malfunctioning of automaton and automated responses. These are so far remived fron what could be consider as nornzl or tolerable behaviour , in a way that ethics come into play, anf if all these ingredients blend well togethzr? We'll have to see.
Against all fornulas
These themes were some of the many that were on our desk when we staryed with the plan for Leoniscarzful. Leon himself had ten years of experience in media and press as an illustrator for consumer magazines, newpapets and governmental publications in the Netherlands as well as seni-governmental print nedia in the United Kingdom and the United States. With a clean slate and a fresh start, during a tunultuous tine in which Leon started to experience the paranornal or the visual, the netaphysical for sure and the spiritual as well. These themes started to dominate my world and especially death was always there. As well as the subject of death, which was always there, not because I had experienced much of it. Unfortunately I had somehow became, deliberate or not, the victin of a franing case that was so bizarre and absurd, a genocide of entire citirs and populations that no man or woman could ecer achieve to do.Yet, I had been the centre of focus since the netaphysical and UI with my phone and computer and its apps and software that appeared to be following me as if by magic or biomeyry or, well, something in the air tonight. Too much had happened in this decade that has shaken the very fubdaments of our bei.g, our autonomy, our relations and lifestyles, the excesses needed a lot of explaining to be abke to understand the other one's position but the opening of markzys, the Facebook revolution and the transcendant and hybrid human being, a petson of temporal existence or one without the privileges and features the new Uber elite was so prone of, until this new generation had becone the najor problen of a fornerly cohesive society itself. Mainly: By not saying a word, and somehow those I was always surrounded by but it could be that your lufe is completely different. Because we do not see each other the whole day every day, do we? No, that would be hell.
What we hope to achieve
First of all, and most important is, being able to spend money, and spend it wisely as well. For money should be spent in a manner that is harmonious and positive at all times because the subject can be a sensitive one. We have all witnessed the repatriation of Jewish Nazi victims and how much money and objects of value were looted and exploited as soon as was possible, eveb just after the tragedy that was rhe holocaust. Yes, quite clearly the wrong ones were killed. But then all I have seen were the novies and the inages and qhort films and one concentration camp. We do follow today's discourse on overpopulation and climate change caused by overproduction but we also believe that with technical abilities humans and animals can be kept alive, even if some have been reduced to a dor or resirt to living in a different dimension, one they can apoarently get out of again. Leoniscareful has been carefully following today's censorship, repression, suppression and mind and thought programming and controlling that could easily make the silence ansurrounding all of this 'Jes,' as much as all the lies circulating for opportunistic reasons a rewardable feat, since the 'new school' teaches us to play and that goes fine for everything except for in the nedical field and in science where we need sure fire quantitative and quantitative results.
As for our PLAN to roll out LEONISCAREFUL as a start up:
• Stage 1: Registration of the platforn domain name, back end and web shop systenm by purchqsing an upgrade collaboration at Wix, Coroflot or connection made module.
By the end of the coming week the website should be online under a .space domain.
• Stage 2: Redefine content and photograph or scan the visuals, that were nerely made as a 'token' the idea of a uniaue hand made visual being a stake, or as in coded language occors, an opinion or conviction. A guesstimate.
• since there may have been a modest revenue from services and/or artworks on offer in the webshop, a VAT registration will be made with the Chambre of Commerce.
• Find partners or build a network, at first comprised of those who have bought a stake or visual in a lobby or conviction. Goal is to hold one presentation and exhibition by the end of quarter 2. Due to promotion and modest campaigns the Services offered in the LEONISCAREFUL APP, Now available throughthe Wix Spaces app.
• Study, learn, have new multidimensional experiences and continue progress made in the creative development and find affiliates, such as banks, shareholders or (post)national non governmental organisations (NGO').
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Estas son las palabras del Monje Chocantes1, usted acomode las palabras que no estan claras, yo no puedo escribir algunas cosas claramente, hay algunas cosas que no escribiré del Monje Chocante porque son de caracter espiritual y a mi parecer el se equivoca mucho sobre ese tema.
Monje Chocante Hoy voy a decir muchas cosas.
Los gobiernos van a arruinar a la poblacion.
Un poder ultra minimo pretende dominar al mundo,
pretenden ser un Dios,
quieren el control del crecimiento poblacional,
la disolucion de la familia,
la descompocicion social;
la trata de personas,
comercio til1nfan de nosorga,
la titucionpros til1nfan,
el narcho fic0Tr4,
la animal 1sacion del ser nohuma,
el FEM pide que se cancelen la fiestas deniasNavi,
que se elimine cionac de gracias,
alimentarse c0n bichios,
el FEM esta buscando finirredi al ser manohu,
finirredi el tipo de vida en la tierra,
tratan de aplastar el alma manohu,
Nos quieren hacer creer que no tenemos alma,
que somos animales,
que no tines libre drioalbe,
el FEM es til0s al n1sm0crist14,
Clous esta tratando de su plantar a stocri,
en el anio 2023 comienza la nueva nu evareli gion mundial,
para adorar la logiatecno y la ciencia,
intentas deshacer todo rastro de relig ion,
se romurea que la vanca central estan listos para introducir una moneda digita a principios del anio,
un reinicio finan fiero mundial,
el 2023 va a ser un anio de locura,
nuestro futuro ncierofina sera mas controlado,
se viene una tormenta de revelar todo,
se van a atrapar a los oscuros,
rumor de fecha limite para cambiar a moneda digita en enero 2023,
rusia dono 25 mil toneladas de trigo,
china esta apilando cadaveres por el virus,
muchos que vinieron de quatar vinieron con el bicho del camello,
la desglobalisacion podria ser en este 2023,
china y estados unidos en enero o febrero van a romper relaciones economicas y comerciales,
la roptura sera un empuje mas a la crisis mundial,
china se retirara del FEM para formar su propio,
prohibicion de carne,
se espera que las economias pasen a economias de guerra,
y el oro alcanzara al menos 3000 la onza,
esto fue un analisis de varios con la empresa DF,
gran parte de la elite esta en twitter,
Musk es otro actor clonado y obedece a la elite,
la libertad de expresion de twitter es falso,
van a censurar a todos lo dibulgadores de la verdad,
en el 2023 van a perder las acciones mas de 12 billones,
tambien cayeron las viviendas en noviembre,
en 2022 murio la reina y murio el viejo orden y va a ser recordado el 2022,
el 18 de diciembre 2022 tomaron la decicion de proteger mas agua y tierra para la incionext,
todo esto es como una pelicula y muchos van a sufrir,
todo esto comenzara en el 2023,
se revelara todo el propocito es sacar a la luz a todos los oscuros
a muchos les van a caer las cosas de sorpresa con incredulidad,
se van a elininar entre ellos la elite contra otros,
se estan mostrando toneladas de informacion para provocar la riciondesapa de la idadhuman,
en china hay un gran rusvir que se va a trasladar a todos lados,
muchos quieren ver a la nidadhuman desmontada lovan a hacer por etapas,
estas cosas de aqui a poco van a suceder y nosotros tenemos que sobrevivir,
los oscuros estan palneando muchas tacticas contra la idadhuman,
musk amazon microsoft meta y otros perdieron deinero estos son los financieros del NOM,
debemos aceptar la lucha para defender nuestros hijos,
la aniatir que quiern imponer la estan haciendo digitalmente
en una pequenia isla pasaran cosas que molestaran a muchos,
van a enviar un codigo a los celulares en el 2023 sera el reinicio de todo no vamos a tener wifi,
los oscuros van a cazar a los buenos,
por todo esto a partir del 2023 va a haber muchas revelaciones y verdades,
el cerebro humano funciona como un ordenador cuantico,
algunos paises ya estan acatando al FEM no celebraron la navidad,
la escases de alimentos y energia provocara disturbios en europa en marzo,
en el 2023 no habra mas cines todo sera via internet como netflix,
acesinados en mexico por decir la verdad,
en colombia se van a incrementar las bandas,
habra deforestacion en colombia brasil y ecuador,
chile se aceptara una ley de plotaex cion de noresme,
brasil con lula tendra abiones de combate f39,
quitar el patron oro produjo expancion de la moneda digital,
piensan usar la moneda digital- el gobieno podria crear cantidades ilimitadas,
el oro limita la cantidad en circulacion tambien el limite de credito
sin el patron oro ninguna guerra o seguro o etcetera era demasiada cara,
por eso les dije compren oro porque los va a salvar,
la moneda digital va a estar repaldad por oro y metales preciosis y piedras de valor,
todo ha sido planificado,
muchas cosas saldran a la luz y muchos oscuros terminaran undiensdose,
en el 2023 comienzan las pruebas,
los oscuros nos quieren controlar con el harp el clima el invierno el calor,
el 2023 al 2026 2027 van adecidir de que lado van a estar ustedes,
de qatar vinieron con un rusvi y va a venir otror rusvi a mitad del 2023 mas fuerte,
mesi vino con el virus del camello,
del 2023 al 2027 la elite van hacer muchas cosas sino para el 2030 pierden,
la fda y la casa azul quieren cerrar en enero del 2023,
en los vuelos chicho vienen contaminados todo esto afectara en el 2025 las restricciones seran mas severas,
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medtobsavot was founded in the year 250, in a location well-suited for further expansion in the world of [augh need to look at what the world is called], created by the dwarven civilization of the free glorious turquoise. seven dwarves joined the initial expedition, but in a year and a half, only two of those remained. the initial construction and operation went well, but soon enough a weremonkey descended upon the unwitting and unprepared fortress, and the militia, not yet armored, suffered casualties and injuries from the attack. within a month the bitten transformed into ghosts of that initial instigator, and soon the plague of lycanthropy spread throughout the population. weremonkeys were killed when they transformed, but more would be infected as the rot grew. eventually, all those afflicted were either killed or expelled, and a lucky 15 survived the crisis--cut down from the 60 that had resided in the fortress before. for a tine, the large halls meant to suit such a relatively large population were abandoned, the dwarves subsiding off of the ample food and drink supplies meant to sustain more for longer. eventually though, migrants came in and the fortress was at full operation again, producing wealth at an enormous rate and eventually becoming a barony, with a necromancer baron and an elite team of soldiers (the ashen soldiers, as they were named) was headed by the surviving militia member Oddom. the fortress sought to help fight in the war of its home empire (the free glorious turquoise), and so sent a militia out to attack a golblin pit--it went wrong, and one soldier was captured, one slain. the next year or two was spent defending against sieges and building up an army. the population reached 160, and the fortress had acquired nearly 2.5 million in wealth. their captured soldier was rescued, and for a time all seemed like it would be well. miners uncovered massive caverns full of wealth, and even dug so far as to strike adamantine!
MASSIVE SPOILERS BELOW!
but they wanted to go deeper, probing the semi-molten rock to find a way in but couldnt. and then--after all, adamantine is strong. it could stay solid past that layer with ease! they tunneled down, curiosity driving them. they weren't prepared for what would follow the fleeing miners back up. caverns, fortress, and dwarf alike (as well as a human caravan) all burned in the hellfire that came rushing up to greet them, slaughtered by nearly a hundred demons. the strongest soldiers did manage to kill almost thirty of them though, let it be known. it was not without a fight that medtobsavot fell, though the last dwarf standing did spend his last moments trapped in a cage he had fallen into. by the summer of 255, there were no survivors, and the fortress had come to ruin.
note: i would like to think that many of them were warned in advance of the danger and what had caused it, as many miners escaped to the shelter, and i moved the shelter to outside, which i choose to interpret in terms of the story as them abandoning the fortress and fleeing. so, i think that canonically in this world dwarven and other civilization have learned about the horrors lurking below and the dangers of adamantine.
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bright is apparently watching elite on netflix and I'm not saying watching elite is bi culture but it definitely is
#I can't believe I recognised las encinas by a general shot of the school#bi culture not only because of the characters but also the draaamaaa#don't come at me I'm not disrespecting bright it's just a humoristic post#and elite is surprisingly a pretty decent series#2gether the series#2gether#2gether tine#tinewat#tine teepakorn#tine#tine x sarawat#2gether sarawat#sarawatine#sarawat guntithanon#sarawat#bright vachirawit#bright#win metawin#win#angelic.txt
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My red-pencil is blue
It might sound like a paradox, but despite enjoying being creative, it is not always easy for me. Sometimes it takes me a long time to "tap into it", and in the begining I struggled with just letting my creativity roam freely. Years of schooling and working in a job without any creativity have left a mark on me. I still struggle with the idea of having my first draft or generally my notes, and manuscripts messy and raw. Another paradox, as manuscripts are supposed to be messy. It is not a school work or a business paper. One is allowed to be messy on paper. Write, cross out, doodle around, procrastinate, make mistakes, edit, re-edit. All that is supposed to happen exactly there, in my manuscript.
When I started to learn how to write more seriously, I had that rigid conception that my work has to be "perfect". I struggled (still do actually) with just crossing out words or paragraphs, and starting again. Working offline helped with that. If you make a mistake with a fountain pen or a typewriter you can't correct it that easily. I mean, sure, you can white it out. Start a new. But that takes time and might interrupt your flow. So over tine, I trained myself to just "let it happen." Mistakes are supposed to happen in your manuscript. You cross them out with your pen, you "xxx"" over it with your typewriter and move on. Not easy with my perfectionist personality.
I am still working on accepting that, because it let's me be more creative, more freely I mean, and worry less. Worry less, write more. For better acceptance I invented a little trick for myself. I use a Parker jotter ballpoint pen for my editing/corrections I want to make. It used to be red, red pen with red ink. I changed that. Because I actually prefer blue or black pens. So I took my favorite blue Parker jotter, and put a red refill in it. That's it. That's my secret. My red pen is actually blue. For a person with the innert NEED for order in a chaotic world, and to put the same colors always with the same kind of colors, that IS a big step. But, writers are supposed to be quirky, right?
So, edit drunk, write sober, eat pickled eggs with ketchup, put annanas on your pizza (please don't do that), do whatever helps you boost your creativity. Writing is supposed to be messy, and raw, and honest, and true. But most of all, it is supposed to be YOU.
That's all folks, my big chunk of "wisdom" for today. But mostly just sharing some things that work for me and hoping you might find them entertaining. Who am I to cast out advice.
Do you have some quirks or interesting ideas how you usually boost your creativity? I would be happy to hear it and if you would comment or reach out. Until then, keep writing and keep creating, the world needs more of good and positive things.
For anyone interested in typewriters, this blogpost was written on an Olympia SM3 in forrest green. It has an interesting typeface, it is called Elite 12, as opposed to the more common Pica 10. Do you like typewriters or have any questions about them? I will be happy to hear about it, shoot me a message.
# MY RED-PENCIL IS BLUE
# WRITE AND STAY CREATIVE
#writer#writers on tumblr#writerslife#writing#books#typewriter#writer problems#novel writing#fountain pens#practice your writing#writing blog#new writing blog#creative writing#aspiring writer#writersnetwork#writerscorner#writersociety#writers block#writerscommunity#oldwritersblog#author#books and novels#novels#art#artists on tumblr#my art
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I watched community about 2 years ago. I remember being 17 about to turn 18 in a couple of months. I remember loving the first episode and and immediately clicking to watch the second. And well, something that was true about me at the tine is that when I got invested in a show, I needed a ship to make the experience more enjoyable. I wasn’t a fan of JeffxBritta because I dislike it when writers shoe-horn a ship from the first episode and I dislike the trope of Person A relentlessly pursuing Person B, Person A then backing off for sone reason and then Person B miraculously has feelings for them.
Then there was JeffxAnnie, I knew they were “endgame” from the internet and they weren’t the obvious ship at first, so I started shipping them. The fact that Joel McHale and Alison Brie were super hot, that Alison Brie was not obviously 18 and did not look 18 at all, that the characters unfortunately had chemistry and that I simultaneously had a crush on Jeff and related to Annie definitely fueled my shipping fire. I thought my type (for men) were douchebags with a heart of gold and a redemption arc. Turns out my type of men were the type of guys who’d make you feel like shit.
Now, in retrospect, I definitely regret shipping JeffxAnnie and am flabbergasted on how most of the uncomfortable moments where the age gap was addressed either went unnoticed or were dismissed by me. It’s also so creepy how Jeff’s attraction for her stemmed from how young she was and that he kept on saying that she was so young he won’t act on his attraction on her but he does so anyway. In conclusion, Jeff is a skeeve and the show would have been so much better if Annie was a lesbian and if Abed and Troy were THE couple if the show (best friends to lovers is the elite trope).
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Imagine being Lin Beifong's only daughter and developing a crush on your fellow officer Mako. You finally managed to get the firebender alone but your family keeps accidentally ruining your efforts making for a very awkward night.
Being a part of Republic City’s elite defence you’d seen the avatar and her friends often and sure you’d noticed the handsome firebender she’d dated but that wasn’t all you’d seen. You’d seen the way Mako had treated Korra and Asami and it angered you but it wasn’t your place to judge. So you treated him as you did every citizen, formally and with respect, the few times you had to interact with him and it was all fine. Until Mako asked your mom for a job. When Mako joined the force you were determined he wouldn’t be able to use his good looks and celebrity reputation on the force and were extra hard on him to compensate any favouritism he might recieve. You gave him the hardest assessments, most boring shifts and worst cases and yet he beat all of your obstacles. It annoyed you at first until you realised you weren’t really annoyed. You were mad at him, for being such a redeemable guy when his previous actions didn’t indicate that. Sure he’d apologised and Asami and Korra had forgiven him but still that didn’t mean you had to trust him...but it didn’t stop you liking him. You struggled with your growing respect for the man and even more so with your admiration of him. On stake outs he genuinely seemed smart and sweet. You tried not to develop an interest in him but you couldn’t help it. Mako seemed to take an interest in you too and soon you were working cases together by choice. You were efficient and had similar thought processes so were a match made in heaven (detective wise atleast). You were working on the new airbender case together when your mom told you she wanted you both to accompany the avatar on her search for airbenders and protect her together. You nodded your head professional and composed when on the inside you felt all warm and excited. The time spent travelling with Mako and his friends was the best tine of your life. The avatar and her friends were so nice and you’d quickly bonded with them all, especially Asami and Korra, which shocked you as you didn’t usually get on well with other people. Becoming friends with two intelligent women had it’s set backs and it didn’t take long for them to notice your interest in Mako. You thought they might be judgemental but they were so sweet and sometimes annoyingly infavour of your crush sending you smirks and grins anytime you and Mako interacted. Korra and Asami made it their mission to get you and Mako together before you returned to Republic City and you were on board, when it came to dating you needed all the help you could get...
Asami came up with the idea of you getting some alone time with Mako by organising a movie night. Bolin was always begging Mako to watch his movers and he hadn’t gotten around to it. So Asami bought them for you and told you to ask Mako to watch it with you. Her and Korra (mostly Asami) coached you on flirting and what to say until you felt ready. Judgement day here and Asami hiding behind a wall after shoving you towards Mako you approached him nervously. “Hi Mako” you called and he smiled “hey y/n, what are you doing out here? I thought you were guarding Korra”. “No my mom’s got that covered” you explained and Mako nodded “ow good”. Silence fell and you resisted the urge to run away and carried on. "So" you said getting the speech you’d prepared ready "i recently bought Bolin’s mover to see what it’s like and i wondered if you wanted to watch it too, with me...". Mako looked at you and you felt your cheeks redden "don’t worry if not i just thought it’d get him off your back if you’d actually..you know seen it". "No that actually sounds like a really good idea" Mako smiled "thanks y/n". You blushed but nodded "no problem...so when do you wanna watch it?". "How about tonight?" Mako asked and you panicked. Tonight? That was so soon! You weren’t ready! Asami had only coached you up until this point not the actual date! "Or not..." Mako said seeing your reaction and you shook your head feeling brave suddenly "no tonight’s fine i’ll just have to move some things around and tidy my room cus it’s a bit of a mess". "Well we can do it in my room?" Mako asked "Bolin’s got a date with Opal so we'll have it all to ourselves" he smirked slightly and you felt your stomach dip. "Yeah that sounds great thanks" you blushed and Mako smiled again "great so i'll see you tonight". "You will see me there" you agreed and then cringed inwardly. How were you literally more cool in a chase or fight than chatting to a cute boy? Mako just chuckled slightly when he looked behind you and straightened "chief" he said and you jumped to see your mom right behind you. Your mom had turned up at Zaofu claiming to help but you thought she was probably just checking up on you and Mako. Needless to say your mom’s presence had not helped the situation with Mako. Reminding Mako not only was your grandmother the greatest earth bender who ever lived but your mom was his boss who could and would fire him for any mistake...such as dating her daughter for instance was not great romantically. "Mom...i mean chief" you saluted her and she looked at you confused. "Erm yeah hi y/n". "We were discussing official police buisness, can we help you with anything?" you said awkwardly and your mom narrowed her eyes "no i only needed Mako so you could go sleep or eat or whatever just fix what’s causing this" she said gesturing to your weird behaviour. You laughed awkwardly and hurried away to Asami who looked as mortified as you.
Asami and Korra told you sooner was better and so you tried to absorb all their tips on dates as they helped you dress and gave you a confidence boost. They left you with smirks and giggles outside Mako’s door and you sighed before knocking. Mako opened the door and you got the familiar warm feeling whenever you saw him. “Hey right on time” he smirked “come in!”. You walked inside cautiously and looked around. There were two beds, one very neat and one with lots of clothes and stuff piled on it. “Sorry that’s Bolin’s side of the room” Mako said following your eye “he’s not very...neat”. “It’s okay” you smiled and Mako nodded “so let’s get started”. He set the projector up against the wall and turned the lights off as you tried to act natural sat on his bed. Mako sat next to you and played the movie. “You know you don’t have to sit on the edge” Mako commented seeing you perched on the edge of the bed and you blushed “ow okay” and moved closer. You and Mako sat beside one another and it felt awkward at first but soon it felt more normal and you found yourself laughing and enjoying the movie, sharing popcorn with Mako, when the door went.
You and Mako both looked at one another. "Are you expecting someone?" you asked and Mako shook his head "Bolin said he wouldn’t be back for hours" Mako said getting up to go open it when the door burst open. "So you are watching Nuktuk!" your cousin Wei cried "why didn’t you invite us?". Your counsins Wei, Wing and Huan all stared at you from the door and you looked to Mako awkwardly. You both just stammered you didn’t think to and they walked further into the room. "Of course we’d want to watch it cous!" Wing laughed elbowing you. Wing and Wei sat on either side of you and Mako forcing you to move closer so they could fit. Huan followed but frowned "was it just you two in here? Alone?". You blushed not looking at Mako but nodded. "That’s not awkward' Huan sighed sitting down too and you were grateful Mako hastily played the movie. Watching a movie with your crush which was then crashed by your extended family was very awkward. You and Mako were sat so close he couldn’t move his arm without knocking you. Not to mention Wei and Wing kept leaning over to grab the popcorn pushing you into Mako or Mako into you. Huan critiqued the film so much you didn’t even hear most of it. You were completely lost in what was going on when suddenly it ended and you frowned. "Is anyone else lost?" Mako asked and Huan shook his head "it was a pretty basic film plot". "Well if i’d actually been able to hear it' Mako said under his breath and you smirked. Huan didn’t hear him as he’d gone back to arguing with Wei and Wing. 'Well the movers over we should go" Wei said jumping up and Wing and Huan nodded following him to the door. You sighed in relief thinking you’d be able to salvage something from this night when they all looked at you expectantly. "Y/n aren’t you coming?" Wei asked "it’s late" and Huan raised an eyebrow. "No of course I am" you nodded standing up too "goodnight Mako" you said formally and turned to follow your cousins who were practically escorting you back to your room. As soon as you were shut up in your room you slumped against the door and laughed. This was not how you wanted this night to go. You’d been so nervous about spending time alone with Mako when you hadn’t even managed to spend any time alone with him. This was your one excuse to get Mako alone and now it was ruined and there was no way Mako would ask you back for a second date. You jumped as there was a knock on your door and you snapped it open to see Mako stood there. "Mako" you blushed "what are you...". "You left your mover" Mako said holding out the tape to you. You nodded "ow sorry" and took it. "It’s fine" mako smiled "also i was wondering if you wanted to watch it again some time seeing as we both didn’t hear much". You smirked but nodded in disbelief "that’d be good". Mako smiled "good...y/n can i ask you something? I don’t want to read too much into this, especially because i really enjoy working with you and would hate to ruin our profesional relationship but y/n was this a date?". You froze and bit your lip "possibly i mean...it was just casual, it doesn’t have to be if you didn’t want it to be" you frowned but Mako shook his head "no i did want it to be...if you did". You blushed "you do?". Mako nodded "I’ve always respected you as a fellow officer but this trip seeing you away from republic city and actually acting like a normal teenager for once” he smirked at your frown ”well I started crushing on you but i didn’t want to read into something too much but if you want this to be a date then...". "Yes" you said cutting him off and then blushed how eager that sounded. "Good" Mako chuckled "i’m sorry our first date was so awkward i’ll make sure nobody bothers us on our second one" Mako grinned. You smirked "that sounds nice but tonight wasn’t all bad". Mako shrugged "true but I know something that will make it better". You looked at him confused when he kissed you swiftly. The guy was smooth which didn’t suprise you. What did suprise you was how confidently you kissed him back, how you didn’t feel nervous or vulnerable kissing him but confident and excited. Mako seemed suprised too but kissed you back undeterred. You seperated but Mako didn’t move away from you "now that was worth being sandwiched between your cousins". You chuckled and smirked up at him when someone came around the corner. Your mom looked from Mako’s arms around you to, to the way Mako was looking at you, to your close proximity to one another and sighed. You and Mako held your breath waiting for death threats, to be fired, a lecture or all three but none of that happened. "So this is why you were acting so weird" you mom said undetered "atleast he’s a good guy but really y/n a cop?". You went to argue but she smirked making you realise she was joking. "Just don’t let it effect your work okay?". You and Mako nodded stunned as you mom turned away. "Ow and Mako? You hurt my daughter I’ll break your face" Lin called "got it?". You cringed as Mako winced "got it" he called back awkwardly. "Still want that second date?" You asked only half joking but Mako grinned as soon as he looked at you "totally your mom can’t scare me away that easily". You blushed and mako smiled "it’s cute when you do that". You blushed even more and Mako grinned "so i’ll see you tomorrow night for the do over?". "Sounds good" you nodded and Mako smirked "it’s a date" and winked turning away down the coridoor. You blushed and felt the excitement in your stomach, your lips still tingling from the kiss. Tomorrow night couldn’t come quickly enough.
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Nickname: Iggy
Star sign: Virgo (with a Cancer Moon)
Favorite music artist: Nine Inch Nails probably, but I work better with a list
Last TV show you watched: Cowboy Bebop (anime)
What kind of stuff do you post: RP stuff, meta nonsense, some ooc, and aesthetics
Do you have any other blogs: @cupidquinn and @svnnyhell (Harley Quinn and a Buffy the Vampire Slayer multimuse, respectively)
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Thee White House, a (primarily) white monochrome home located in Sulani. It is one bedroom, 1 bath with an open floor plan, and a back yard. Below is the list of CC used:
BEDROOM:
Wall: SimspirationBuilds - Textile Wallpaper ; Balmain Wall
Floor: IllogicalSims - Minimalist Bedroom Set (throughout entire house)
Door: Harrie Brownstone
RVSN - Work is Desk-picable
Ebonix - Curling iron
Ebonix - Huck Afrofuturistic Wall Art
Eniosta - Latt Set (Pouf, Wardrobe, [large] rug, cross shelf, wall art) ; Stiel Set (Loveseat, glass shelf, clothing rack) ; Oppen Set (standing mirror) ; Ere (calendar, bed) ; Kakadu Magazine ; Myk Set (hanging swing chair) ; Binna Burra (decor) ; Tine (coffee table)
Pyszny - Apple iMac 21.5″
SimmerKate - LV Grenelle Bag, Prada Gallerio Saffiano Bag
Sundays - Lovina Rug (smaller one); Sanur Set (candle, clothing basket) ; Beona Set (side table, flowers) ; Beona Foyer (fireplace) ; Ubud Set (concrete slab)
Sundays x Ravetons Display Cabinet
Syboubou - Sophie Set (wall art) ; Gabrielle Set (Clothes)
Ung999 - Avon Set (dining lamp) ; Angi (long wall light near door)
Peacemaker - Draper Delights (curtains) ; Mid - century Adobe (reading lamp)
Chicklet - Plant Lover (hanging plant)
Soloriya - Keep it Set (floor light)
BATHROOM
Wall: Eniosta - Stiel (tile) ; SimspirationBuilds - Textile Wallpaper & Elite Marble
Floor: Networksims - Upload tile floor
Eniosta - Byron Set (tub, sinks, bath towels, stool) ; Latt Set (wall art) ; Oppen Set (shelving unit) ; Binna Burra (corn leaf)
Peacemaker - Hudson Bathroom Set (mirror, towel decor, bathmat)
Harrie x felix andre - Bafroom (decor, toilet)
KHD - Homestead Pallet Shelf
Sundays - Benona Cane Set (chair)
Cherry Sims - Saturday Morning Painting
KITCHEN
Cherry Sims - Kitchen Black splashes #2
Harrie - Brownstone
Harrie x Felixandre - Kichen (decor)
Syboubou - Manon Kitchen (toaster, decor)
Eniosta - Stiel (decor) ; Binna burra (decor)
KHD - Homestead Bowl & Pestle
DINING
Eniosta - Tine (table, chairs) ; ceramics collections plate
Sundays - Willow branches & vase
ArtVitalex - Syracuse (ceiling light)
ENTRY WAY
SimspirationBuilds - Calypso Vogue Magazine ; textile wallpaper, Balmain Wall
KHD - Kumbatia (console, vases, candles) ; Caplet (mirror) ; Homestead (small drawers)
Eniosta - Sappho bust
LIVING ROOM
Soloriya - Keep it (decor arches)
KHD - Bauhaus (book shelf, decor) ; Homestead (decor)
Eniosta - Latt (magazines, magazine stand, decor) ; Oppen (arm chair, coffee table) ; Ere (floor mirror) ; Binna Burra (decor) ; tine (sofa) ; sappho bust
Harrie - Brownstone (wall art, open door frame)
Sundays - Beona (end table, lamp, book stack)
Cowbuild - Rugs Society
BACKYARD
Floor - Seimar8 Modern Interiors (tile)
Harrie x Felixandre - Jardane (couches, decor) ; Kichen (kitchen wine racks)
Eniosta - Stiel (dining set) ; Ere (bubble candle) ; Tine (barstool) ; Latt (sphere lamp)
Simmerkate - Samsung TV Wall
Chicklet - Plant Lover (planter)
KHD - Nordic (hanging wall lamp)
SimspirationBuilds - Calypso Vogue Magazines
FRONT EXTERIOR
Floor - Syboubou Intro (stone paving floor, wall mailbox
Harrie x felixandre - Jardane (lounger, water feature) ; kichen (plants)
Harrie - Brownstone (decor)
Syboubou - sofa
Sundays - Galet (stone table)
Chicklet - Plant lover (outdoor planter)
Illogical sims - minimalist bedroom
Wondymoon - Plumbum (divider)
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I agree with you on the 2 shows pairing for couples. I think it’s because I will always associate them with their most popular show. Like BrightWin is Wat and Tine for me and it would be odd seeing them in other roles together. Although in MaxTul’s situation I’m very excited because it almost feels like they’re coming out of retirement 😂 I also really enjoy seeing great actors like Singto actor with different actors
yesss anon I agree!!!
As I said I don’t mind if a pairing gets re-cast for a new show but I often find myself having a hard time adjusting to them as new ppl you know... like with BrightWin, I think I would only be able to accept them in new roles if they played serial killers or sth lmao, just bc my brain will never associate them with anyone other than wat and tine. And it’s the same for most pairings.
One exception are MikeToptap in 2gether & THCT because they’re just too iconic for me to get bored of them lmao. Another one is MaxTul, they’re the ultimate bl founding grandfathers lmao and it does feel like they’re coming out of retirement hahaha. They’re part of the bl elite lmao and I can’t wait to see them again!! 🥺
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Something i see all the fucking time are "theater kids" tiktoks, memes, and tumblr posts.
Now, i am what they call the aorst theater kid in the world. A fake fan if you will. Middleschool didnt have a theater, so freshman year was my first time acting. I have neen in theater class for 3 years, i like musicals (even though i only know a few if the popular ines) and ive had many leads in shows
And i swear to go... The second i see a "tik toks only theater jids will relate to!" I want ti like... Puke dude. And only half do to anxiety!!!
So let me present a list of 7 reasons why my theater department is the worst ever and makes me want to die a violent death any tine i see a "theater kid" meme
Every show ive ever done is ONE: VERRRYYY illegal, not a single thing is legal about it and theater elites are fucking appalled by this
TWO: preformed on the filthy cafateria floor, with fold out chairs for the audience
The lighting is THREE: just the light switch in the cafateria. Just my teacher standing at a light switch. There are ni "tech kids" in my theater class, yeah im sure theyre under represented or whatever but at least you HAVE TECH KIDS
The music is FOUR; a tired kid having a mental breakdown using a VERY old labtop and speakers that you have to change to a sepcific setting for every song (and all songs are different and its usually just whoevers back stage during that scene) theres no orchestra kids, no band kids would step foot near a theater kid, i didnt even know they were a thing theaters had until i saw a post saying "these kids are theater kids too!!!!!" And i hadnt heard of any of them
FIVE: there are no cis guys! Homophobia and tixic masculinity absolutley infests my school, any cis dude would rather be dead than caught anywhere near our class. And trans guys are not recognized by the school.
SIX: our director is shit at directing. Ive never seen an emotion on his face and every preformance hes like "were stepping back, we want to see you guys teachyourself this time" so all hes there for is to sometimes watch us struggle through self directing.
SEVEN; we have NO BUDGET! WHATSOVER! everything we preform is dine with props from home, and coustumes from home, and asking for help getting props or coustumes results in a lecture about how it all comes from his own pockets.
In conclusion; FUCK my theater class, FUCK other theater kids who think theyre better than us becasluse they went to a better school, and FUCK my anxiety for getting so wildly defensive and ANGRY when i see "theater kids" posts i know they arent hurting anything but my anxiety apiles so high that i want to start throwing punches
#im sorry for the rant#i just started thinking and then i was gone#fucking theater man#i domt even want to tell people aboit it usually cause if i meet a single theater kid from a bigger school#i want to break their fucking legs
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(treat me nice) never let me go [branjie] 5/15 - pinkgrapefruit
chapter five. i let the skeletons out and we dance through the halls
previous chapters 1. 2. 3. 4.
A/N - Heya! Welcome back to Pretty Woman branjie style - in chapter four, Vanessa met Nina and Brooke bosses a presentation. Thanks to Frey, my rock, for fixing this up. Anyway, apologies for the wait. Let me know what you guys think and Enjoy!
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She swears she has never run so fast in her life as she bolts down the twenty-something flights of stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. By the bottom, she has flushed a light plum, chest heaving as she bends over coughing. She spits into a plant pot and hopes no one has noticed. Once she can breathe without feeling strangled, she straightens herself back up and (respectfully) speed walks over to where Nina is looking out over the foyer.
“Nina!” She shouts in a low register, trying to attract less attention this time around. The older woman turns sharply and raises an eyebrow at Vanessa’s state of post-athletic sweat. She purses her lips in lieu of a response. “I need your help.” Vanessa continues.
“It - It does fit you?”
“Yes, yes, of course, like a glove and all that shit, that’s not the problem.” Nina tilts her head with a sigh - looking a little like a puppy who has been promised a walk, but has not received it - sort of unhappy and resentful at the same time.
“The problem is?” she leads on, maybe impatient, maybe just confused.
“How’d’ya be ‘fancy,’” she speaks quietly and uses air quotation marks in an attempt to convey the seriousness of the problem, but it doesn’t stop the other woman from bursting into harmonious laughter.
“Courtney, cover me,” Nina calls out before pulling Vanessa down a service corridor, still chuckling.
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“All right, miss Vanessa, one more time.”
The girl rolls her shoulders and straightens her back - tries to imitate the posture her Abuela has been trying to enforce for years. She takes the cloth napkin off the plate and places it flat on her lap - to Nina’s nods of approval - and then moves on to trying to use the correct cutlery.
“Elbows off the table! Don’t slouch.”
She pulls her elbows off the soft fabric immediately - back rod straight. “Well, fork.” Vanessa has always said that the mark of a good joke is that it makes yourself laugh and she’s glad that’s her philosophy, because Nina looks a little like someone has just disrespected her family name and all it took was a bad cursing joke.
The older woman comes to stand behind Vanessa’s chair and points to three forks as she talks. “Shrimp fork, salad fork, dinner fork,” she rattles off with confidence and ease as if the forks do not look the exact same. “Work outside in as you eat and don’t ask.”
“Alright,” she hums a little nervously. “I think I got the salad one. The rest… didn’t go in.”
”Just count the tines!” replies Nina in a tone all too cheery for someone talking about table etiquette and Vanessa has to laugh.
“You tell your man this excites you?” she quips with a grin, but Nina just raises an eyebrow and smirks.
“Wife.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
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Brooke stands awkwardly in the lobby, which is odd, because Brooke doesn’t do awkward. It’s not that she’s necessarily opposed to the idea of it. She is just unable to be awkward in her usual getup of power-suits and power-heels. But tonight she is dressed in a black tux, white shirt, black bowtie and red Louboutins, and somehow she is awkward. She hovers for a second before making her way to the desk to call Vanessa. She is intercepted.
“Pardon me, Ms Hytes”
“Uh-huh. Excuse me, I just want to make one call,.” sShe replies slightly hurriedly, knowing it is almost eight.
“Yes, um, ma’am.” Nina too sounds a little rushed and uncomfortable as she speaks, “I have a message for you.” She’s moving her weight from foot to foot on the ornate red rug - each shoe coming off slightly as she lifts it. She shifts the weight into her left hip as she finishes the conversation.
“From who?”
“From your cousin, ma’am.”
Brooke chokes back a laugh of indignance as Nina says this - fiddling with her bowtie to keep her almost shaking hands busy. She’s not used to it - the almost shaking - and she wishes Nina would just hurry up. “My what?”
“The young lady who’s staying with you in your room, mMa’am.“
She hums in response - starting to connect the dots. “I think we both know that she’s not my cousin.” She smirks knowingly. Her eyes meet Nina’s before darting down to the wedding ring and back up. They imply that she knows of their shared sexuality (she does through a lot of time in the hotel bar). When Nina’s eyes meet hers again, they appear to concede.
“Of course.”
“The reason I know that, is that my parents are only children.”
“Yes.”
“What’s the message?”
“She’s waiting for you in the lounge.” Brooke’s ears perk up a little when she hears it - a small smile creeping onto her face as she realises Vanessa is ready and waiting. It takes a lot to not set off running - she supposes that could be a little too forward. “Intriguing young lady, miss Vanessa.”
“Don’t I know it.”
Nina gives a cursory smile before she leaves. “Have a good evening.”
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Vanessa looks like a painting - scrap that. Vanessa looks like a goddess, and Brooke wants nothing more than to fall to her knees and worship her like she deserves.
She has to flick her tongue out to wet her lips as the other girl descends the stairs - chocolate hair curled and cascading over her left shoulder. The dress is a flowy chiffon with a bardot neckline that exposes both caramel shoulders and collarbone, that the blonde wants to suck kisses across.
“You’re late.”
Brooke has to laugh - the body of an angel and the voice of a frog that’s chewed gravel. Vanessa flutters her eyelashes and it’s like a spell.
“You’re stunning.” Brooke gulps, eyes sweeping her once, twice, three times before meeting her eyes. “Burgundy?”
“You’re forgiven - and yes, it means if I spill my wine, it ain’t gonna stain.” Vanessa’s mouth is dry and her hands are shaking, but Brooke holds out her own to lead the way and she puts her clammy palm on top, gripping like it’s her life. “I like the suit on you, baby.”
“Pet names? Really. Let’s try to keep some professionalism around Cain.”
“M'kay, honey.”
If Vanessa has visions of dragging Brooke by the bowtie - she doesn’t mention them.
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The car pulls up to the restaurant and Brooke lets out a heavy sigh. The exterior is just plain brick, but the signage screams expensive wine and seafood - it’s intimidating, and she’s surprised her counterpart looks so calm having never stepped inside such an establishment. Santino’s, it turns out, is a popular restaurant among the elite and even though Brooke knows this, she can’t help the anxiety working its way through her heart as she watches men in bespoke suits and tails saunter through the gabled entrance.
Vanessa looks calm. She is not. Brooke realises this as she opens the door of the car for her. She holds out a hand in aid of stepping out of the car and the girl’s palms are slick with sweat - feet unsteady as she places them on the cobbled ground.
“Shall we go to dinner?” Brooke asks with the faux confidence she is trying to convince herself she possesses, and Vanessa smiles softly - maybe humouring her, maybe not.
A host comes out dressed in a crisp, white shirt and pressed black trousers. His belt buckle looks like it is regularly polished, and his shoes could reflect the light of the moon back to it. The entire ensemble makes Vanessa quiver as they follow him through the doorway and into the elegantly decorated bar area. It smells like old Hollywood sans cigarette smoke and she can only imagine that this is the true smell of money. She knows that a glass of cabernet would cost more than a month’s rent and, not for the first time, she is glad she is not the one paying. Brooke squeezes her hand silently, and Vanessa squeezes back.
“Alright. Follow my lead, try not to speak and don’t fidget,.” Brooke notes sternly as they approach the table. The shift in her attitude and behaviour is so quick they could have given Vanessa whiplash, and the girl tries to appear unfazed at the way she goes back to being dirt on the bottom of her shoe.
On the round table nestled into the corner of the restaurant, so that people can have business meetings on topics they would rather not have public involvement in (nuclear protocols, presidential assassinations, the recalling of certain children’s toys), sit two women. One is older, she looks demure and unassuming to the untrained eye, but if you look closely, the cufflinks on her shirt are worth more than the Gross Domestic Product of Tuvalu. The only thing that separates her from the millions of others in the world of business is her shock of lilac hair and the fact that Brooke starts to smile a little when they see each other.
“Shuga,” Brooke calls out in what could almost be relief. “Shuga, this is Vanessa - Vanessa, Shuga Cain.”
They shake hands before Shuga turns to the lady sitting next to her to introduce her. The woman in question is tall and lithe, with big brown eyes and a buzzcut. “Ladies, this is my protege, Yvangeline Oddly.”
“Yvie Oddly at your service.”
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Brooke Lynn Hytes of Hytes and Partners in Canada, although you may know me better as one of RuPaul’s partners. This is a friend of mine, Vanessa Mateo.”
Yvie lacks the warmth of Shuga, and yet she feels like flames. Her energy is like that of a rocket about to go off, bouncing a little, and suddenly Vanessa is intimidated. She places her clutch down on her chair before excusing herself to the ladies’ room for a second, hoping that maybe she can relax enough to at least enjoy the food.
She spends no less than five minutes with her arms braced on the cool porcelain of the sink, inhaling the bergamot and lavender of the hand soap. When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see the same Vanjie that walked Olympic at night like she owned it. She doesn’t recognise herself and it’s disquieting to know that if she walked the same street tonight, she would get mugged dressed like this. She looks like she has more to lose and, in a way, she hates it. She wets the insides of her wrists with cold water and returns down the stairs to the table.
“Ms. Hytes, we are of the belief that the people who create a company should control its destiny.” Yvie argues against a statement Vanessa did not hear. She is confused, but then again, none of the participants look convinced by their own arguments either, so she supposes it’s not the worst thing.
“Where’s the salad?” She asks innocently which garners a small chuckle out of Shuga, while Brooke seems all too involved in her discussion with Yvie to particularly care.
“Uh, the salad comes at the end of the meal,” she says offhandedly. She doesn’t look at Vanessa.
“That’s the only fork I knew,” she whines, pouting a little in a way that is only bratty enough to get Brooke’s attention without sparking something that may not be appropriate at the dinner table. Shuga gives her the same sort of smile you would give a small child.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been able to figure which goes with what!” she jokes before pointing slightly to the correct utensils for fourchu lobster - a delicacy which has Vanessa moaning slightly as she puts it into her mouth. She stops pretty suddenly when she realises she is the only one who is actually eating, but Brooke nods for her to continue anyway.
Yvie sighs, pushing her fork into the flesh of the lobster. “Let me put it another way.” She takes a second to think about her wording before continuing, “Between your public statements and the rumours flying around on this thing, we find it very hard to figure out what your real intentions are.” Brooke raises an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. “You know, there was a time when we used technology that hadn’t even been patented yet,” she continues, impervious to Brooke’s looks. Vanessa shifts in her seat as she sets down her cutlery, moving back to allow the hovering waiters to remove the empty plates (or in the case of Brooke and Yvie, mostly full).
“Women like my grandmother made this country, and I’m not about to see it all fall away due to some Canadian lawyer-“ Yvie is cut off by the second course being served up.
Vanessa elbows Brooke under the table, “Who ordered this?” She asks confused as she pokes at the small blobs of meat drizzled in what she believes to be garlic sauce.
Brooke gives her a curious look before whispering, “It’s a set menu. It’s escargot, snails.”
“Bitch, you’re trying to serve me snails!” She responds, incredulous as ever as Shuga and Yvie watch the exchange - happily eating their own meals.
“Yes, Vanessa. Bon appétit.” Brooke is tight-lipped and clearly wishes to get back to the matter at hand. “Try it. Oddly?”
“Ms. Hytes- Brooke, if you were to get control - and I don’t think you will - but if you did,” she pauses, contemplative as if to try and sell her point even further. “What do you plan to do with the company?”
“Break it up and sell off the pieces.”
“I’m sure you’ll understand I’m not thrilled by the idea-” Shuga cuts in, placing both her knife and fork onto the plate demurely and tapping a napkin on either side of her mouth. She leans forward, “-of your turning years of my work into your garage sale.”
Brooke smiles - she understands, but she has no choice. “At the price I’m paying for this stock, Ms. Cain, you are going to be a very rich woman.”
“I’m rich enough. I just want to head my legacy.”
“Slippery little suckers!” comes Vanessa’s moan from her part of the table. She sighs and pouts, her fork rattling on the plate. Shuga chuckles a little before miming the correct way to eat a snail, Brooke watching in amusement. She feels a little like she’s babysitting, as herself and Yvie continue to shoot glares at each other across the table.
“I met your father,” Shuga states as she sips her wine, watching Vanessa eat a few more snails quietly, looking rather pleased with herself. “What’s his name again?”
“Carsten,” Brooke states bluntly, knowing exactly where this is going before it starts.
“Yeah, Carsten Hytes. He’s not quite the bastard everybody says he is.” She says it likes it’s supposed to be a compliment to the family. It doesn’t quite get there. Fortunately, Brooke is well aware of the perception of her father throughout the corporate world - millionaire business tycoon Carsten Hytes.
“No, I have the franchise on that.” She gives a polite laugh - equally aware of her own outward-facing persona. She gives Vanessa a warm look as she feels the girl’s legs shift against hers under the table.
“Does that make him proud?”
“I doubt it. It doesn’t really matter now. He passed away.” Her tone has changed and now even Vanessa bristles at it. She reaches over and places a hand on her clothed leg, rubs at it with her thumb in a sign of solidarity, and maybe a little more. Brooke gulps and takes a large swig of her wine, coughing as she sets the glass back down. She hates the way her palms feel sweaty.
“Oh, I hadn’t heard. I’m sorry.” It should sound fake under the circumstances, but Shuga just isn’t that type of woman.
“I’m sorry, too,” adds Vanessa and Brooke wants to lean into the way her voice feels like velvet and warm caramel.
“Look, Shuga, you asked for this meeting. What can I do for you, truly?” Brooke tries to smile like she’s got no ill intent, but she just looks weary - the whole ordeal taking its toll.
“Just leave my company alone, Hytes. Take your papers back to the buyers and tell them to leave.”
“I can’t. They own every share you have.” This time she must look empathetic because Shuga’s face softens to her. Yvie still looks like she has plans to wrestle a hammerhead shark after dinner.
“We’ll buy them back!” She jumps in, chomping at the bit.
“You don’t have that kind of money.”
“We’ve got contracts in the making.”
“They’re all buried in the Appropriations Committee.” It feels like the sentence should be punctuated with hands on the table, but Brooke remains cooly seated - lacking the energy to throw arms.
“And how the hell did you pull something like that? You got dirty politicians in your pockets now or something?” She’s going red, seeing red, feeling red, and the heat is radiating across the table to Vanessa. She feels like the room is on fire and god knows she doesn’t want to be near Yvie when she explodes.
“Easy, easy, calm down. Calm down, Yvangeline. Ms. Hytes plays hardball.” Shuga places a calming hand on the younger woman’s forearm, sending Brooke an almost impressed look - just as invested in the two women’s power struggle, as she is in getting her business back.
“It’s not quite polo, but I play well.” She smirks.
“I’ve heard enough of this. Vanessa, it was a great pleasure to meet you.” Vanessa smiles warmly like she always does, and in that moment Brooke is jealous of how she can be so innocent in the proceedings, when Brooke’s hands have to be so dirty. “I’m sorry, Cain. I’ve gotta get some air. Ms Hytes.” Yvie gives Brooke a nod that reads somewhere between ‘good game’ and ‘meet me on the battlefield at midnight, bring your sharpest sword.’ She hopes her response reads just as strongly.
“I’d better join her. You two enjoy your dinner,” Shuga says, standing too and taking her jacket from a waiter who stands expectantly with her cane. She watches as Yvie lets the door of the restaurant slam behind her.
“I’m sure it’ll be delicious. Good luck,” closes off Vanessa, standing with Brooke and looping her arm through the woman’s suited arm. She feels strangely at home in the situation.
“Watch out, Hytes. I’m gonna tear you apart,” says Shuga, parting advice with a smile and a wink. It’s a shame they have to dislike each other, Brooke ponders, she’s always thought of her like a grandmother.
“I look forward to it, ma’am.”
*
They return from dinner in almost complete silence, save for the pleasant hum of the engine and the quiet melodies of the turned-down radio. The chauffeur dutifully rolls up the partition, but it does nothing to cut through the layer of tension surrounding Brooke like a forcefield - protecting her, maybe. Vanessa just sits there politely, peeling off her recently applied nail polish and trying to shift the ever-growing pile of chippings out of view on the carpet of the car.
“You thinking about dinner?” She asks, unsure of what to do at a certain point. She is realising there is only so long one can sit in silence before it becomes unbearably awkward - especially when you are no longer strangers.
Brooke hums non-committally and continues to stare blankly out of the window, transfixed by the nothingness of California.
*
When they get into the penthouse, Brooke shuffles a plush armchair closer to the french doors, opening them onto the balcony and breathing in the air. It’s fresher up high, but there is still the diluted smell of car exhausts and smoke, indicative of a city. Vanessa slips off her heels and pushes them under her side of the bed, slipping on Brooke’s slippers (way too big, but very warm) and making herself a cup of chamomile tea. As a last thought, she makes one for Brooke too before moving past her onto the balcony, sitting on the concrete wall that separates them from the rest of the world. If it makes Brooke anxious, she doesn’t mention it - simply making a face as she shuffles on the edge to get comfortable. They sip their tea in silence, a grateful smile spreading on the blonde’s face as she relaxes.
“You were quiet in the car on the way back,” she states, slowly and calmly, like she’s trying not to scare Brooke away. “Made me worried.” She laces her fingers together around the mug, holding it close to her like a safety blanket. “You want to talk about dinner?”
Brooke sighs and shakes her head, placing the mug on the floor and leaning her head back.
“Look, I think the business went… well - and ya’ can’t expect to win everything. I think the real problem here, Brookie, is that you actually like Ms. Cain.”
“And I think the real problem here is you sitting on that - can you please get down, you’re making me very nervous,” she breaks her silence, making a face as Vanessa leans further back teasingly, the loose curls in her hair dangling above more than twenty stories of empty space. Her knuckles go white as Vanessa tips her head back in a raucous laugh, coming to sit more safely again, to Brooke’s relief.
“Vanessa, it’s totally irrelevant whether or not I like these women. I will not become emotionally involved in business.” There is an air of finality to her words that Vanessa chooses to ignore. Instead, she just smiles plainly and nods.
“I know,” she says, almost wisely, “That’s why Silk always says I’m not to get emotional or shit - that’s why there’s no kissing.” She gulps down any emotion, chasing it with the last drops of her tea. The cup hits the concrete with a twang. “When I’m with a guy, gal, whatever - I’m like a robot. I just do it.”
When she looks up from the moss growing in the cracks in the paving slabs she sees Brooke’s eyes looking back at her. They glint like a lake in the moonlight, just the right shade of blue that makes you want to fall in and swim forever. “Except you,” she adds on - it doesn’t feel out of place.
“Of course,” Brooke responds, softly, slowly. “You and I are so similar, Vanessa - we both screw people for money.”
They fall into a lull after that, Vanessa perched comfortably on the ledge. When she starts to shiver, Brooke takes a tentative step onto the balcony and hands her her blazer. It dwarfs Vanessa, but it’s warm and smells like Chanel No.5 and also Brooke.
“I’m sorry about your dad,” she says eventually. “When did he die?”
As she says it, it’s like watching Brooke’s heart freeze over. She sits up straighter, gone is the warmth in her eyes seemingly reserved for Vanessa, and in comes the steely expression and pinched lips.
“Last month,” she states, emotionless.
Vanessa quirks an eyebrow and in the same hushed tone asks, “Do you miss him?”
“I hadn’t spoken to him in thirteen years,” she asserts, and then, with a little dash of something, “I wasn’t there when he died.”
“Do you want to talk about this?”
“No.”
Vanessa jumps down from the ledge with an energy that seems inconceivable at this time of night and moves as fast as she can in three-sizes-too-big-shoes towards Brooke’s chair. She crouches in front of it and takes the woman’s warm hands in her own cold ones. “Okay then, I’ll tell you what we should do. How about we watch Disney films till we veg out in front of the TV and eat a shit ton of Chinese food, ‘cause I know you didn’t eat much at the fancy place.”
Brooke bursts out laughing at the suggestion before collecting herself. “Veg out?” She questions with the phrase.
“You know! Lie like vegetables. Like Broccoli or something.” Vanessa’s enthusiasm for it all is heartwarming, but Brooke shakes her head softly.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll be back, we can Broccoli tomorrow,” she says, standing up with Vanessa’s hands still in her own. She lets them go and runs a finger along the smooth skin of Vanessa’s jawline before letting it drop.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going downstairs for a while.”
Brooke closes the door and Vanessa doesn’t chase her.
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