sweet beginnings tag
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This tag is all about looking at your past. All you need to do is to find one of the first screenshots you ever took (preferably also published), and post it beside the recent one! And tell everybody when you took that first picture! Oh, and don’t forget to tag your posts! #sweet beginnings tag
Due to lack of storage space I got rid of my very first screenshots and edit attempts from like 2012 a while back (I'm sure I could still find them in some random privated throwback post or smth but honeslty you don't wanna see those.)
Anyhoo I'll just go with my first edit with Mel I posted on here for the Halloween Photo challenge all the way back in 2014:
And a more recent picture I posted with the guy:
(unedited and half assed because I lost my will to edit over the years)
Tagging: @nocturnalazure, @drawing-way-outside-the-lines, @wolfavens, @mainlyjustthesims, @spnmoosejerk, @veone @dandylion240 @sillypotcookie and whoever else feels like doing this!
Lil' extra for shits and giggles:
This was Lyall's first appearance on my blog in 2015:
And here's my most recent edit with Lyall:
...Yes, I had no idea how to make actual human looking sims back in the day.
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i think editing this fic made it worse BUT in de-aging everyone in this fic by five years, i have accidentally created a delightful d-plot called jordie benn adopts wyatt johnston as his own child:
Wyatt says, through a mouthful of pancake, “yeah, so all four of them—no, six, but the oldest son got drafted and he’s over in Europe, still, and the other is went to college in Boston but he might come home for break, so there are only four of them downstairs, youngest one’s a girl and she tried to beat my younger brother with a snow shovel, because my brother was getting fresh but I just stood there and let it happen ‘cause Jordie told me you don’t ever get fresh with a girl and if a girl comes after you with a shovel you probably had it coming so maybe the other two sons come home soon and all four of them knock some sense into my damn idiot brother—what was I saying?”
Jamie squints. Jordie says, with a huge sigh, “The family lives downstairs, Wyatt.”
AND:
Wyatt comes clattering down the hallway. He trips on a loose floorboard but manages to stay up right. “I got it!” he says. “Mom says thanks for letting her borrow it, she took care of all my sisters last week. Is Jamie gonna give him a haircut? Hey—” he addresses Tyler directly “—Jamie will clean you up good.”
“Oh, good,” says Tyler. His smile is wider. “I bet he does.”
“Don’t run with scissors, Jesus Christ,” says Jordie abruptly. “Wyatt, who raised you?”
“You did,” says Wyatt. Jordie frowns at him, trying for irritated but Jamie can tell he’s pleased. Jamie takes the scissors, rolling his eyes. Wyatt leans around Jamie to look at Jordie dead on. “Hey, we’re going to play hockey, you wanna come, Jordie?”
“No, ‘cause I gotta work. Which you are making me late for. Thanks, boys,” says Jordie, when Miro and Roope appear behind him with a duffle bag of clothing. Jamie takes that too. It’s heavy – they must have packed a lot of winter clothing in it, and maybe some shoes as well. “You two are the best of men."
Wyatt makes a face. Miro looks smug.
("where's joe pavelski" the fic is technically tyler/jamie hurt/comfort but it's ACTUALLY wyatt johnston's indomitable fifteen year old spirit forces old men* [*men in their mid-late 20s/30s] to play hockey with him while they adopt him as their child. joe pavelski is there dw)
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I want the kids to find some old compilation videos of Wild Tiger preforming his "signature move" Cat Nap. Tiger falling asleep on the couch during interviews or on his feet during group ones. Swaying to the side sometimes and "There it is folks! The Tiger special! And it seems like he's gone for his favorite pillow again! Rock Bison!"
There was a whole website dedicated to keeping track of the Tiger pillow rankings. Bison might not win with points but he's got a small but dedicated group convinced that he must be the comfiest pillow of a man once he undoes his unbreakable skin all thanks to Kotetsu.
The end of the video is a highlight reel of the unofficial sign off for that season. "And there's wild tiger taking a cat nap on a wall/a bench/a spare gurney. The danger must be passed folks. Goodnight!"
Thomas didn't want to engage but he's got a nack for finding the best videos from back then and everyone's huddled around him. They're almost a decade old so it's not easy. Kotetsu arrives and asks what they're watching. Gets excited that they might be watching his Best of clips. Nope.
"it's hard to imagine you were actually worse at your job before."
Tiger's pouting. Bison laughs. "Kaede sure gave him the run around, that's for sure!"
"Huh?"
"Nghnn... Kaede had really bad colic after she was born. So I'd sit up with her when i got home so Tomoe could rest and then go to work in the morning."
"You ran on like two hours of sleep that whole season."
"Yeah." He says with the utmost affection. "I kinda miss it."
"Mmhmm. Tomoe was always the sensible one."
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Mediwhump May Day 3 - Seizure
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This is canon-compatible with Five Card Draw and therefore does not have any AU markers. The 'Suit Booster' drug is more explained in unposted sections of that manuscript but basically, it's a performance enhancer that the Suits can take when they've pushed their bodies as far as they can and still need more, it removes the pain and fatigue temporarily and kickstarts their regeneration factor.. Jack helps the Doc with testing because he forgives easily and the promise of food is enough to get him to at least consider pretty much anything.
“So, Doc, what are we testing today?” Jack’s feet barely brushed the floor as he kicked them gently. They should really get the Doc some new equipment in here; a guy’s feet were definitely not supposed to reach the floor when he was sitting on an exam table, and he wasn’t even the tallest person in the Deck.
The Doctor was in a good mood, as was typical on a testing day, their smile real and their glasses on, which meant they were actually trying to be able to see him. “This is another drug trial. The formulation is not overly different from the previous test, so I will mainly be looking at the efficacy of the-“
Jack yawned loudly. “I’ll be honest with you, Doc, I just got off of a triple, so if we could skip the long-winded explanations, I’d really appreciate it.” He leaned back heavily on the reclined table, half-wishing he could go to sleep right there. Why did they have to call for him now, of all times?
The Doctor, of course, had the answer to that question. “That is actually why I asked you here today. My hope is that this new iteration of the ‘Suit Booster’ drug, as you insist upon calling it, will activate more quickly, remain effective longer, and have less of a rebound effect. Your fatigue is vital to the experiment.”
Sure. Whatever. Jack couldn’t bring himself to sweat the details. The sooner he did what the Doc wanted, the sooner he could be in his bathtub and then his bed. “Cool. So I take it like a normal booster?”
“Yes!” They handed him a palm-sized capsule of dark purple gel. “Just rate the change in your fatigue level and the monitors will do the rest.”
“Aren’t these usually blue?” he asked before sucking down the liquid. The texture was like drinking yogurt, not unpleasant, but also not grape-flavoured like his brain was telling him it should be.
The Doctor shrugged. “Would you prefer another colour? The blue dye was added at the Queen of Diamonds’ request when I was developing the original formula. She thought the four of you would prefer it to dark yellow.”
Well, she’d been right. Jack couldn’t think of many things worse than sucking down a tube of viscous piss-coloured fluid when he was already at his limit. He’d take any colour but that. And any taste in his mouth other than the suddenly overpowering grape flavouring. “Mother’s veil, Doc, that grape stuff comes on strong. It’s giving me a headache.” the lights were too bright suddenly, and he shielded his eyes with his hand.
The Doctor’s brow furrowed, and they set a hand on his shoulder in concern. “Jack... I haven’t added grape flavouring to the formula. I have not added any flavouring. Are you sure you’re- where in the blazes are you going?”
Jack’s head had snapped up and he was already halfway to the door before the Doctor’s hold on his arm stopped him. “Something’s here. Something’s coming.” His instincts had been honed by fifty years of being the Jack of Clubs, and he never doubted them anymore. The feeling of unease usually wouldn’t be this strong or come on this quickly. He felt close to a panic attack and nothing had happened to cause one of those. He realised that his breathing had become erratic, was vaguely aware of the Doctor calling his name, and then a sensation like falling off of a cliff before darkness.
When he became aware again, the first thing he noticed was how badly his head hurt. If this was what a migraine felt like, he had much more sympathy for Queen now. It was the sort of headache that made him feel like removing his jaw might help more than it would hurt. The next thing he noticed was that he’d been put into the recovery position. That was nice of whoever had done that. Was he on the floor? He guessed he must be. It wasn’t as dusty as he would have expected. Did the Doc spend all of their time in here cleaning?
Oh! The Doc! they must be worried sick if he’d passed out. He forced his eyes open a bit further. There they were, sitting on the floor next to him, uncharacteristically attentive. “Wha’ ‘appened…” His voice sounded strange…
They sighed in relief. “Welcome back. How much do you remember?”
Jack swallowed thickly. His mouth was so dry. How long had he been out? “Not much. We were... testing something, right?”
“Mhm. You had a temporal focal followed by a generalised tonic-clonic seizure, and, rather impressive one too, I might add. Not one of the anticipated side effects. I apologise, I rarely make such a severe medical error…” Their expression was neutral, but he could tell that they were furious with themselves.
“Not your fault, Doc. My head hurts…”
“I will be the judge of that. And yes, that is a standard after effect. You must be exhausted. I would like to keep you overnight for observation, if you feel up to getting up off of the floor.”
Jack did not, in fact, feel up to that. He’d much rather go to sleep right here. The last thing he heard was the Doctor’s “Hell’s teeth...” of affectionate consternation.
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Gonna be honest, it annoys me (in a casual, not-actually-annoyed, 'he does not say that' way) a tad bit when people write Kaeya INSISTING and verbally trying to convince people that he totally slacks off all the time; every time I can remember, when Paimon accuses him of doing as much, he gives a reassurance about how he's gotten all his work done, is doing something for Jean, is actually on business, wouldn't be here if he wasn't on top of work, delegated to xyz, etc.
He doesn't respond to those allegations by confirming them - at least not to someone who he wants to think highly of him. Maybe it's different when he's trying to bait criminals (we wouldn't know), but to the Traveler, to his coworkers, and very likely foreigners he'd be meeting professionally + common citizens, he denies it. Not aggressively or insistently, but he also doesn't... declare that he neglects his job??
If he ever has in front of us, it was an outlier. The closest I can think of, though, is the voiceline where he calls it comparatively unfun.
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