#ilona's work thoughts

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

welcome to the hell world. thank god I haven't been hit with this yet for aussie retail chains

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona's work thoughts #ilona's work dilemmas #ilona's jobhunting thoughts and woes #although not really just yet since this is in the US so far #but i still hate it #snd this test is 40 slides long apparently

[kimetsu-chan]

Disclaimer! ⚠️: this is not meant to take jabs at the ocs as some of these characters have unpleasant personalities. I chose these based on similar traits, outfits they’d look good in, and the ultimate talents. If you would like me to alter the outfit, I will. It just needs to be recognizable as the specific character’s outfit. This will take me an incredibly long time, upwards to multiple weeks. Since I am doing splash arts and one big art piece. If you are uncomfortable with the character your oc was given, please let me know and I’ll do my best to rearrange things. I will only being drawing YOUR oc in THEIR outfit and pose. I will not be mixing the characters.

this’ll be a long post so get ready

First off, this can contain spoilers for Danganronpa V2.

Kyoko Kirigiri technically shows up for the anime version on V2 but I want to include as many ppl as possible. + she’s my favorite so haha

Oc: Akari Fuyutsuki (@thewinterpillarhashira)

Talent: The Ultimate Detective

An honorable mention since Eva thought Celestia would work better than Makoto 😋

Oc: Eva Himiko (@muitsuri)

Talent: The Ultimate Gambler—

Byakuya Togami is the first person I thought of for this oc 😋 he and Makoto are sorta same in the sense that they appeared in the anime. Although Byakuya had an impersonator pretend to be him in the actual game

Oc: Celestine Ellis (@saffron0v0)

Talent: Ultimate Affluent Prodigy

IF ANYONE KNOWS TERUTERU’S PERSONALITY, IM NOT TRYNA BE MEAN I PROMISE— I hate Teruteru okay 😭 I just like his accent and outfit

Oc: Kirika (I couldn’t find her last name) (@ta-ni-ya)

Talent: The Ultimate Chef

Mahiru Koizumi so underrated omg 😭 I loovveee herrrr.

Oc: Marilyn Kaizumi (@cloudymistedskies)

Talent: The Ultimate Photographer

Peko Pekoyama has such a fun name omg. I like saying it over and over again. Once again, and underrated character

Oc: Ilona Dulina (@tokito-dulya20)

Talent: The Ultimate Swordswoman

I don’t really like Hiyoko either, but she’s adorable and I think her outfit would suit this oc very well

Oc: Akira Sakuranbura (@tinyperson00)

Talent: The Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Ibuki is so chaotic and I love it. She’s so adorable. I love that she’s described to be pitch perfect and tone deaf at the same time—

Oc: Irina Gonshira (@shycroissanti)

Talent: The Ultimate Musician

Mikan is such a shy girl. She also cries when embarrassed and stutters a lot. She’s not my favorite, but I don’t hate her. She’s really clumsy which I find relatable—

Oc: Milo Suzuki (@larz-barz)

Talent: The Ultimate Nurse

Usami will be taking the place of Nekomaru since I don’t feel comfortable with draw Yuna in his clothes and such. Plus Usami’s the teacher and I thought it would be fitting.

His character was a little hard to choose, but he’s actually pretty adorable. He calls everyone else “mortals” and he’s my sister’s favorite character

Oc: (I can’t remember her name 😭) (@littleolspring112)

Talent: The Ultimate Animal Caretaker

Nagito is quite possibly the most popular character in the entire franchise. Man has simps left and right. It’s probably bc he’s a little crazy— and he has a rlly sad backstory 😭 he’s also the ✨ main antagonist ✨

Oc: Boo (idk their last name) (@boo-simplified)

Talent: The Ultimate Lucky Student

Chiaki is the lead female character and I like her quite a lot!

Oc: Hanako Kimura (@rion-isnot-an-ai)

Talent: The Ultimate Gamer

Hajime Hinata is the lead protagonist in this game CONGRATS TO THIS OC WHO HAS HIM

Oc: Yuki Ayaka (@sweetstarryeyedgirl)

Talent: He doesn’t have a talent though 💀

I think you can tell by just looking at him… but he’s the mastermind. He also shares a body with Hajime 😃 (wee wo wee wo, wee wo wee wo weeeee—)

Oc: Ayuna Katsuki (@ayunakatsukiwolfhashira)

Talent: I think he’s also talentless, just really smart—

My beautiful, stupid, girl. I love Akane. She’s really energetic and loud so she fits this oc

Oc: Asai (I can’t find her last name 😚) (@night-mince0)

Talent: The Ultimate Gymnast

Sonia’s got two outfits, I’ll do this one though. She’s a literal sweetheart

Oc: Kiyoka Watanabe (@kiyokatokito)

Talent: The Ultimate Princess 0-o

Kazuichi is such a goody goober. Keep your beanie on though. Please.

Oc: Amari Delarosa (@naramaiz)

Talent: The Ultimate Machanic

Kazuichi calls him “boss man” and “baby face”. He hates it. Internally a sweetheart though

Oc: Basil (idk his last name) (@aceofstars0)

Talent: The Ultimate Yakuza— yes he’s part of the mafia. or at least his parents are

And that was the last one 😭

ima plan on doing a group pic, but I might not end up doing it— just cause it’s a lot of work 😭

Ima replace Nekomaru with Usami/Yuna and add poses for everyone else who’s character doesnt show up (that’s not Byakuya I promis, that’s the impersonator)

[gthiah-if]

Gone to HELL in a Handbasket - 18+ Interactive Fiction (wip) - by glucosify

tags : urban fantasy (inspired by late 70s / early 80s), romance, supernatural, mystery, satanic and occult themes, cults, 18+ rating for violence, sexual content, mental illness and more

A simple pizza delivery turns sinister when you find yourself trapped with 5 other strangers in a decaying place that hides a dark history and darker secrets.

Demo here on itch.io ⋄ last update: May 2023 ⋄ word count : ~7,400 (~13,100 with code)

Only the prologue is available for now, you won't play as the main character until chapter 1 :^)

Features :

a story that (loosely) takes place in the late 70s, in NYC

custom made UI : dark, light and retro themes, mobile friendly, adjustable fonts, font sizes and weights

customizable MC : play as male, female, non-binary, touch starved, touch averse.. and choose your appearance and personality

figure out the secrets left behind and find a way out - one way or another

choose to forsake an imminent evil or become part of something greater

decide if your companions are trustworthy or simply useful for your own goal

five gender selectable romantic options (male, female, non-binary) - choose their pronouns and appearances separately / romance is optional but will most likely be a big part of the story

Romantic Options :

Mahalia / Marlon / Mars "MOONLANDER" Harris : a sarcastic and pragmatic computer operator; they’re an arcade, tech and sci-fi lover through and through

Amélie / Alexandre / Astin "ACE" Beaulieu : a college athlete with a sunny disposition who's currently feeling lost and going through a difficult time

Gina / Gil / Gera "GUMDROP" Fernández Alfonso : charismatic and resourceful, this social work student's desire to help others always seems to break through their fear of letting people get too close

Ilona / István / Írisz "IRIS" Juhász : though they lack in life experiences due to a sheltered upbringing, they possess a gentle thoughtfulness and vivid imagination

Kat / Kit / Ky "KILLJOY" Miller : a reckless straight-edge hardcore punk with a sharp tongue and an honest heart

LINKS : FAQ ⋄ TAGLIST ⋄ MASTERLIST ⋄ GOOGLE FORM (feedback & bug report)​ ⋄ DISCORD (TBA) ⋄ PINTEREST (TBA)

This blog will be used to post updates and anything related to the IF - answered asks, scenarios, headcanons, short drabbles etc..

started in december 2022 - first update in may 2023 - b&w image from untermyergardens.

#interactive fiction #interactive story #twine wip #twine game #if wip #interactive novel #mystery #supernatural #horror #romance #wip

[trofysisters]

Тося

Илья совсем отчаялся найти работу в кулинарной сфере и даже решил устроиться в спорт, когда в местном ресторане появилась вакансия посудомойщика. Наконец-то они заживут по-настоящему, ни в чем себе не отказывая на его зарплату в 30 симолеонов в день. (Ilya was completely desperate to find a job in the culinary field and even decided to get into sports when a vacancy for a dishwasher appeared at a local restaurant. Finally, they will truly live, without denying themselves anything on his salary of 30 simoleons a day)

Его недавно вернувшаяся из университета дочь на должности помощника командира имела оклад в 14 раз выше и не желала останавливаться на достигнутом, постигая новые навыки. (His daughter, who had recently returned from university, had a salary 14 times higher as an assistant commander and did not want to stop there, mastering new skills)

Но мысли ее были заняты не только работой, но и женихом - Виктором, которого ей приходилось самой приглашать на свидания, а то он со своей учебой сам об этом не додумается. (But her thoughts were occupied not only with work, but also with her fiancé, Victor, whom she had to invite on dates herself, otherwise, with his studies, he wouldn’t think of it himself)

Илона уже готова была выйти замуж за него, а также за Давида и еще за одного студента, с которым она скрашивала учебные дни, пока Давид был несовершеннолетним. К сожалению Илоны, многомужество было вне закона. (Ilona was already ready to marry him, as well as David and another student with whom she brightened up her school days while David was a minor. Unfortunately for Ilona, polyandry was illegal)

Во время обеда в кафе Илона всё же остановила свой выбор на Викторе, который разжигал в ее сердце страсть. Вот только сам парень думал о чем угодно, но не о романтике. (During lunch in a cafe, Ilona still chose Victor, who kindled passion in her heart. But the guy himself was thinking about anything, but not about romance)

Ну и ладно. Зато они отлично смотрятся на совместных фотографиях. (Well, okay. But they look great in photos together)

Вечером Илья вернулся с работы воодушевленным. Он сразу начал мечтать, как купит новый холодильник, барную стойку и гриль. Ну и что, что они стоят от 1000 симолеонов и выше. Теперь-то он может себе их позволить, ведь у них на счету целых 3000 симолеонов! (In the evening, Ilya returned from work inspired. He immediately began to dream of buying a new refrigerator, bar counter and grill. So what if they cost 1000 Simoleons and more. Now he can afford them, because they have as many as 3,000 Simoleons in their account!)

Грезы отца были прерваны Илоной, которая подхватила его под руку и усадила за стол. Она желала поразить жениха семейным ужином, заодно чтобы привыкал к будущим тестю и теще. Илья сразу начал распрашивать Виктора, кем тот работает, а то бездельники в этом доме не нужны. (Her father's dreams were interrupted by Ilona, who grabbed him by the arm and sat him down at the table. She wanted to impress the groom with a family dinner, at the same time let him get used to his future father-in-law and mother-in-law. Ilya immediately began asking Victor what kind of work he did, otherwise there was no need for slackers in this house)

Именно во время ужина, когда Илона расписывала планы на их совместную жизнь, до Виктора дошло, что во что он вляпался, но бежать было уже поздно. (It was during dinner, when Ilona was describing plans for their life together, that it dawned on Victor what he had gotten himself into, but it was too late to escape)

На следующий день Илья оплачивал квартплату, радуясь, что еще остаются деньги на покупку того, о чем он мечтает. (The next day, Ilya paid the rent, glad that there was still money left to buy what he dreamed of)

Но перед почтовым ящиком появился почтальон с квитанциями на оплату коммунальных услуг. Прощайте, мечты. (But a postman appeared in front of the mailbox with receipts for utility bills. Goodbye dreams)

Хорошо, что умница-дочка получила повышение по службе: ее назначили космонавтом. (It’s good that my smart daughter received a promotion: she was appointed as an astronaut)

Центр управления полетами не стал откладывать ее первый полет, ведь им нужно было обогнать в космической гонке другие страны. (Mission Control did not delay her first flight, because they needed to overtake other countries in the space race)

Илона сказала: "Поехали!", и махнула рукой. (Ilona said: “Let’s go!” and waved her hand)

В это время на Симле Виктор решил принести невесте подарок - пульт Ди-джея, а может хотел откупиться. (At this time, in Simla, Victor decided to bring the bride a gift - a DJ remote control, or maybe he wanted to pay off)

#sims 2 #devchata #tosya #ilona

[u3-ha]

You Anoyying but I Can't Stop Thinking about You🌻

Art by @/kuynci on twitter/X | Short fic by Me

Based on this chat

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"Then wait for me, don't go anywhere."

Ilona stared at her tab. Grinning.

"Will he really nurse me?"

If only she wasn't in the meeting room, She will be on the floor, rolling in happiness right now. She felt a little bit down from the light fever she had, but maybe it's not that bad if that mean she can spend some time with Alpheratz.

"Ah, maybe I can finished this a little bit as I wait for him." Ilona went back to read the report in front of her.

Not long after that, The meeting room's door opened.

"Ilona, are you here?" Alpheratz said as he going in.

"Alpheratz. Your really come.."

"I already said I will fetch you didn't I. And what do you think are you doing." He walked toward where Ilona sat and grabbed the document on her hand.

"Take a break, don't work on anything."

"But I'm okay.. Can't you stop nagging me bo~" Ilona threw her side eyes to him.

"You should listen to me if you don't want to hear my nagging. Let me check."

"It's not that bad. Really."

Alpheratz put his palm to her forehead to feels her fever.

"I guess it's not that hot yet. Do you feel something else? Nauseous? Dizziness?"

Ilona shook her head, "No I just feel a little bit warm that it-" *Achoo!

Almost in comical way she sneezes in front of him. Alpheratz just casually threw his "hm?" signature face.

"ah ha ha.." Ilona just can laughed nervously since she caught red handed.

Alpheratz sighed and offered his hand.

"Just listen to me. It's better to take care of it now before it's getting worse. So let's go. I will take you to the mansion."

Ilona stared at his hand, blushed. Should I just take it? She thought. But..

"I don't want to move."

"What?"

"You said you gonna carry me there right? So.. carry me."

"Are you.. really.." He sighed again before he turn his back to her.

"Sure. Hop on then."

"H-huh? Really?!" She surprised. She thought he will just brushed it like her other joke as usual but he actually do it?!

"I mean.. I did promise to do it when you take care of me yesterday right so.." Ilona can't saw his face but his ears has slight of blush on it. Meanwhile Ilona just stay still on her chair. She still speechless.

"Can you hurry up. If not I'm gonna change my mind."

"Ah, Oh. O-okay. Wait lemme put the document on this locker."

After she locked the locker, She when back to Alpheratz's back and hesitantly put her arm around his shoulders. Then He grabbed her legs, just to make sure she didn't fall out then he stand.

"Everything okay right?"

"Y-yes."

This is so close, just feels like she embrace him and she can smell him.. hear his heartbeat..

"Why you quiet all of sudden? Don't say that you feeling shy now. I thought you the one who asked for this."

"I mean yeah.. but.. I don't know that you gonna take it seriously.."

"Do you want to stop then?"

"Of course not!" Ilona tighten her grab on his shoulder made him almost lose his balance.

"woah, woah, calm down."

"S-sorry.."

"I.. I'm not too heavy for you right?"

"Heavy? Ilona, I think you really need ro eat more or someone will mistake you as a stick."

"Okay, let me down now." Said ilona in anoyyed tone.

He just chuckle , "Don't be mad, I just joking. But what I said was true though."

She didn't know if Alpheratz's purposely choose the route to the mansion where there's not lots of students since she rarely seen them on their way.

"Alpheratz.."

"Hm?"

"Am I annoying?"

"Why you asking that out of nowhere.."

"I.. just heard someone said that I'm anoyying. Do you think like that as well?"

"Who said that?"

"I don't remember, but how about you?"

"Me? Hmm.." He paused to think a little bit before answering.

"I mean, when you pop up here in Contell for the first time, Everyone was so confuse and didn't know what the hell is happening. Your act might be annoying for some people and I thought like that at the first time. But"

"it's more like you keep tangled with a silly problem here and there. The other sorcerer keep taking you up for granted since you never rejected their request. Moreover the old man always looking for you for some reason. You keep making me worry something bad might happen to you and that's make me anoyyed. So keep your self low a lil bit will ya?"

"Oh... Okay." she blushed.

He cares about me...

"No promise though.."

"thought so."

Few minutes later and they arrived in front of Ilona's room.

"Ilona we here. Can you get down and open the door?"

Silence

"Ilona?"

Alpheratz took a look on his side and he can hear a soft snore.

"How you can sleep like that.."

He just open it with a little magic, because it's easier than looking for a key through her pocket right?

*clicked

He stepped in and immediately went to the bed so he can put her down.

"Should I wake her up so she can change her clothes or ahould I just let her be.."

"maybe I should let her sleep."

Silence. He didn't realize how long he stared at her face for no reason. He shakes his head.

"It feels weird to see you the one that got quiet for once.. Just feels like something is missing. It's weird."

It's never be like this before you came here, what did you do to me Ilona..

"I think I need to bought some things. She want that blueberry, right?"

He walked toward the door the door as he rub his neck. He looked back before he shut the door.

"I'll be back, Ilona. So sleep tight."

#arcana twilight #sorry if there's some typos and grammar error #my first fic for this fandom #alphilona #alpheratz x mc #artw #toyue fics #artw ilona #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight oc #ueha ocs

[ninja-muse]

March was a productive month, and not just because I read a good number of books. I also started writing again after a bit of a slump, and I managed to unhaul 37 books from my home library, though some of them have not actually left the house yet. The used bookstore I went to didn't take everything so I have to decide which one I'm hitting next. Or if I'm dumping the bulk on a thrift store because let's be honest, most used bookstores aren't going to want what's left either.

Can you tell I got rid of that many? Only if you saw the state of things before. My shelves are neat and tidy with no books wedged on top of other books to make things fit.

And I was so, so close to ending the month without buying more books! I really thought I was going to manage it! And then, well, I mentioned the used bookstore, right? I've been meaning to read Delaney but few bookstores stock him, and Lincoln's Dreams is one of the only Connie Willis novels I don't own. (That shop also had stickers, and a cute bookmark I can't show you because whiting out the identifying features would ruin the effect.) Under the Smokestrewn Sky was a rescue, of sorts. Why return it to the publisher when you could just buy it, right?

Anyway, in terms of books read, there were some really good ones! And only one that was not so great. I think I'm done reading and collecting Rat Queens and might need to include those in the next unhaul. And don't get me wrong about the Evie Dunmore. It is a Good Historical Romance Novel. There's just something about it that didn't work for me.

Click through to see everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

I Love Russia - Elena Kostyuchenko, translated by Bela Shayevich and Ilona Yazhbin Chavasse

Portraits and memories of the unsung Russia—the poor, the broken, the marginalized.

10/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

warnings: so many, including but not limited to misogyny, homophobia, genocide, violence, sexual violence, drugs and alcohol, abuse, child death, suicide

reading copy

True North - Andrew J. Graff

The Brechts move to Michigan to restart a rafting business. They hope it’ll save their family, but it might do the opposite.

7.5/10

Menominee secondary character

library book

Sociopath - Patric Gagne

As a child, Patric knew something about her was off and kept countering a lack of feeling with dark acts. As a young woman, she learns the definition of “sociopath” and it changes everything. Out in April.

8/10

neurodivergent author

To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz

When the invention that should have guaranteed Alesta's future fails, her best friend takes the fall and is sacrificed to the demon besieging their kingdom. To rescue him, Alesta must descend into hell, where she learns truths about her society—and her gods. Out in April.

8/10

fat protagonist, autistic main character, major autistic secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters, autistic author

warning: classism, strict religion, autism-related ableism

reading copy

The Temple of Fortuna - Elodie Harper

Amara’s living as a courtesan in Rome but misses her lover and daughter in Pompeii. When she returns to the city, her needs and desires are sent into turmoil—and Vesuvius has started to rumble.

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic), Ethiopian secondary characters

warning: misogynist society, sexual violence, slave society

Funny Story - Emily Henry

What do you do when your partners dump you for each other? Move in together, of course! Out in April.

7.5/10

Iranian-American secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic)

warning: toxic relationships, mainly in backstory

reading copy

Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-reum, translated by Shanna Tan

Tired of fulling expectations, Yeongju opens a bookshop. She’s not the only one to find happiness there.

7.5/10

Korean cast, Korean author

library ebook

Aftermarket Afterlife - Seanan McGuire

The Covenant has started actively pursuing the Prices and their allies, and all Mary wants to do is protect her family.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, gay, bi man), Korean-American secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: canon-typical violence, bigots

library ebook

Knife Skills for Beginners - Orlando Murrin

Paul Delamare is filling in for a friend at a cooking school when a body is found on the premises.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (gay), Black British secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

reading copy

Let Them Tremble - Wolf Epley

The revolution is brewing and both the workers and the government refuse bend. Throw in a destroyed print shop, ghosts, and malfunctioning Shroud devices, and you know things won’t end well.

7/10

major disabled character (partial blindness, limp, hand disfigurement), cast largely of non-racialized colour

won/digital reading copy

The Gentleman’s Gambit - Evie Dunmore

Catriona needs to avoid distractions to write her book but is pressed to help her father’s new colleague around Oxford. Elias needs her help if he ever hopes to smuggle antiquities out of the Ashmolean.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (bi woman), Lebanese love interest, Lebanese secondary character

warning: colonial/orientalist characters

library book

Rat Queens, Vol. 5 - Kurtis J. Wiebe with Owen Gieni (illustrator)

Palisade’s problems continue, including hallucinations, a hipster bar, and a sinister wizard.

6/10

major Black character, major 🏳️‍🌈 character (lesbian), 🇨🇦

off my TBR shelves

Children’s Books

Penelope Rex and the Problem with Pets - Ryan Higgins

Mittens hogs the bed, eats from the trash, and causes all kinds of trouble—and Penelope didn’t even want them!

Currently reading

I’m Afraid You’ve Got Dragons - Peter S. Beagle

Robert doesn’t want to be the country’s dragon exterminator on the best of days, but then Princess Cerise meets Prince Reginald. Out in May.

reading copy

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin

A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

Victorian detective stories

disabled POV character (limb injury), occasional Indian secondary characters

warning: racism, colonialism

Monthly total: 12 Yearly total: 32 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 1 Books by women: 8 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 3 ARCs acquired: 5 ARCs unhauled: 7 DNFs: 0

January February

#booklr #bookblr #book recommendations #book recs #reading wrap-ups #read in 2024 #my photos

[tokito-dulya20]

what the hashira think of ilona and what ilona thinks of the hashira

(also drew ilona in kny manga style)

what the hashira think of ilona:

Gyomei- "She is a kind, young soul and I do respect her. As she has worked hard to be at her level now. She is smart and quick to think on her feet when there is trouble. She is a nice person despite her age."

Tengen- "That half-demon hashira? I heard she's a strong girl but her appearance is what gets me.. I mean who wouldn't wanna spend all day admiring her skills. It's very impressive."

Giyuu- "She's a sweet person. She's kind and has a good smile. A little too naive."

Obanai- "Ilona? The only thing I think of her is that she is the strangest hashira. I don't know how she even passed the Final Selection with her skills. I thought Shinobu Kocho was the strangest out of the hashira. She's way too quiet. Ilona might be strong, but there's something strange about her."

Sanemi- "She's a strong and competent individual. Although she is quiet, her presence is comforting."

Kyojuro- "She is kind and gentle but can become fierce if she ever has to protect someone. An extraordinary hashira with a lot of potential. "

Mitsuri- "She is a strong girl. She may come off as shy, but she is a very sweet soul. The fact that she is a hashira is already astonishing. Also I am really impressed by her strength. Her cold side is a bit scary, but I have to admit, she looks adorable!! Her eyes are very sparkly!!

Shinobu- "I think she's a good person, but I'm quite suspicious of her because she always calm. Despite her shy demeanor, she is quite reliable since I trained her little sister I never knew she had."

Muichiro- "She's like a snow leopard. Considering her abilities, she can move quickly and quietly as far as I know. She can adapt to a variety of situations like a predator to its prey."

what ilona thinks of the hashira:

Ilona (Gyomei)- "Gyomei is like a father figure to me, despite him being blind. I'm half deaf and I would understand that."

Ilona (Tengen)- "I hate that dumb bitch. i remember one time he called me "babygirl" when he gave me a tissue for my nosebleed. Every time I hear him call me that, I wanna just beat his ass and curse him out in Ukrainian"

Ilona (Giyuu)- "I would say he's like my older brother, David. He keeps to himself. But I would be Giyuu's therapist friend if he needs anything."

Ilona (Obanai)- "I feel like he looks like someone who committed a crime with no remorse with that look on his face. But he his a chill guy in general.

Ilona (Sanemi)- "The non-eyebrowed bitch... I would feel like I wanna burn his house, but his little brother Genya is a nice person but I would respect Sanemi despite him acting so bitchy."

Ilona (Kyojuro)- "He is loud. When I heard he was basically deaf, I decided to feel sympathetic since I was deaf when I was 4 years old. So I understand what he's going through."

Ilona (Mitsuri)- "She's like someone who has ADHD. A very hyper personality when she rants about Obanai. But I love how her hair looks unique."

Ilona (Shinobu)- "She is like my oldest sister, Irina. My sister knows about medical stuff. She is a good doctor not gonna lie. Shinobu is a nice woman despite the one time I think she was younger than me because she is short. Don't worry I'm shorter than my 2 younger siblings."

Ilona (Muichiro)- "To be honest, I love that guy. He might have memory loss but I would say the same thing for myself since I have anxiety and I forget within anything within a few seconds."

#demon slayer #ilona talks #kny oc #kny oc i guess

[larz-barz]

Master list:)

Everything (Tanjiro x reader)

Always and forever (Tanjiro x reader)

Special<3 (Tanjiro x reader)

Special<3- part 2 (Tanjiro x reader)

Unlikely love (Tanjiro x reader)

“Hard day at work?” (Tanjiro x reader)

If Daki and Dabi met (Mha and Demon slayer crossover)

My muse<3 (Tanjiro x reader)

My muse<3- part 2 (Tanjiro x reader)

Meant to be (Tanjiro x reader)

Milo’s thoughts on the hashiras

The hashiras’ thoughts on Milo

Kamaboko squad’s thoughts on Milo + Milo’s thoughts on the Kamaboko squad

Learn to be emo (Giyuu and Milo)

Sleepover (Maki and Milo)

Tanjmilo stories:3

We are family

Worth it

Tanjmilo taisho era secrets

Never again

My angel

Tanjmilo cuddling hcs

What I would do for you

Tanjmilo kimetsu academy hcs

New student

Heartbreak

TanjMilo quote #1

Cold

The light in a refrigerator

TanjMilo quote #2

Stressed out

TanjMilo quotes #3

Tanjiro rambling about Milo

Bird poop

Lost egg

He doesn’t know

Pretty distraction

Jealousy

Puppy

Two birds killed by one stone

Learn to be emo: his reaction

The neko spirit

The love potion

TanjMilo’s day out

Requests!!<3

Mental health (Tanjiro x reader)

Best aunt Aika (no ship, just world’s best aunt)

Polar opposites attract (Aika x Giyuu)

Giggles (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Maki)

Heartbreak (Tanjiro x Milo)

Giggles part 2 (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Maki mentioned)

Keychain (Muichiro x Mari)

The light in a refrigerator (Tanjiro x Milo)

A thing called love (Yuichiro x Ilona)

Battle scars (Muichiro x Maki)

Never seen before (Tanjiro x reader)

Musical talent (Milo and Sakura)

Double date (Tanjiro x Milo and Muichiro x Mari)

Bird poop (Tanjiro x Milo)

Lost egg (Tanjiro x Milo)

Endless compliments (Zenitsu x Maki)

He doesn’t know (Tanjiro x Milo)

Fear of rejection (Zenitsu x Maki)

Issues (Maki x Sanemi)

Spicy (Maki x Sanemi)

Improper proposal (Milo and Maki)

Makeover (Maki x Sanemi)

Monopoly (Maki x Sanemi)

Jealousy (Tanjiro x Milo)

Puppy (Tanjiro x Milo)

Bunnies (Eva x Muichiro)

Shy (Maki x Genya)

Teasing lovingly (Yuichiro x Ilona)

Silly cuddles (Maki x Tanjiro)

In the midst of the mist (Muichiro x Kiyoka)

Loves (Maki x Tanjiro)

Forgotten (Maki x Muichiro)

TanjMilo’s day out (Tanjiro x Milo)

Like a kid in a candy store (Muichiro x Nayuki)

Love story series (discontinued)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

HanaKiru/ AmaKira stories

Till death shall we (not) part

Amaya Kazumi stuff

Amaya fun facts

Amaya’s back story

Guardian (amakiri fic)

Friendship (amaya and yume)

Hashira Milo stuff

.

Milo Tsugikuni stuff

.

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If you have a request, go here

Information about Milo, here

Milo Tsugikuni au info here

Muichiro memory club

my alt account

my tbhk oc’s info:3

tumblr family

Self introduction

mha oc info

hashira milo au

My strawberry shortcakes(go follow them)

@sakurasunkiss

@cloudymistedskies

@yuichiroleftarm

@vexinghearts

@bunskero

My bestie boos (go follow them)

@muichinno

@muichirothehashira

#masterlist

[reviewsthatburn]

The main reason I didn't enjoy Spellbound by Allie Therin is that the more the characters learned about each other, the more it felt like they were ignoring red flags in order to make it all work (for more details, refer to the review linked above). I prefer books where, as the characters learn more they find out that either they're more compatible than they thought, or at least that what seemed like insurmountable issues can be substantially erased or mitigated in a durable and mutually supportive way.

Please enjoy this non-exhaustive list of books and series I've enjoyed where it originally seems like it won't work and then it does as the characters learn more about each other. Most of these are fantasy and/or romance.

Authors who frequently write this kind of story:

Most things Seanan McGuire writes, if there's a relationship it tends to be this style.

October Daye

InCryptid

T. Kingfisher's World of the White Rat books

Clockwork Boys / The Wonder Engine

Swordheart

Paladin's Grace / Paladin's Strength / Paladin's Hope

Most of what Ilona Andrews writes:

Kate Daniels and associated books

The Edge books

Stand-alone books:

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna

The Lights of Prague by Nicole Jarvis

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa

Bone Weaver by Aden Polodoros

Curses by Lish McBride

The Midnight Bargain by C.L. Polk

Peter Darling by S.A. (Austin) Chant

A Far Wilder Magic by Allison Saft

Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell (stand-alone story in a shared universe)

Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell (stand-alone story in a shared universe)

Ongoing series:

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

Completed series:

The Celestial Kingdom Duology by Sue Lynn Tan

Daughter of the Moon Goddess

Heart of the Sun Warrior

Witchmark by C.L. Polk (Book 1 of The Kingston Cycle trilogy)

#BookReviews #seanan mcguire #october daye #incryptid #t kingfisher #the world of the white rat #ilona andrews #kate daniels #the very secret society of irregular witches #the lights of prague #nicole jarvis #the wicked bargain #bone weaver #lish mcbride #c.l. polk #peter darling #a far wilder magic #everina maxwell #margaret rogerson #freya marske #xiran jay zhao #foz meadows #sue lynn tan

[wardenswateringhole]

Shadowed Cross - Chapter 1

(This is an AU worked on by @peachypede and myself. Inspired by @bluebellowl's 50's AU.)

CW

-Mild body horror

-Blood mention Cut for length. Enjoy.

Ilona’s legs pumped as hard as they could. The bike sped along the darkened road. All traffic had thankfully cleared out before the coming storm. The wind threatened to push Ilona backwards as it howled through the trees. She persevered, her cargo sitting in the basket in front of her reminding her why she was rushing the way she was.

It was supposed to be an easy dead drop. She’d find the package, secure it, and take it to it’s intended destination. Most likely another dead drop. It hadn’t panned out that way. A couple of old women just could not stop talking. Even after bidding each other good bye on four separate occasions, the conversation between them dragged on, leaving Ilona to wait even longer for them to clear out so she could search for the package. The sun’s rays had begun to reach for the horizon by the time the two ladies left and she was able to get on with her job. She had silently prayed for whoever Robert was and hoped that he didn’t mind the entire world knowing about the painful rash on his rear end.

Now here she was, rushing to beat the torrential downpour and lightning that threatened to rip the sky in twain. A small wooden box sat in the basket on her bike. Plain and unassuming with some winding carvings on the front. The clasp on the front was a weathered brass and fastened shut.

Despite her urgency, Ilona couldn’t help but let her mind wonder. Perhaps as a method of dealing with the circumstances being completely against her on this night. First the conversation with Everett, now this. What it worth it?

She peered down at the box. There was no way to tell what was inside. She hadn’t seen fit to ask what it was she transported on these dead drop jobs. They paid exceptionally well for what seemed like such simple tasks to her. Sure she had to sneak around a couple times to get the item in question. It never seemed overtly dangerous. Other than some overly tenacious guards at a warehouse or dogs in a junkyard.

Was it the cargo that was so valuable then? The box was so plain it was hard to believe anything of value was inside. Ilona’s gut twisted slightly at the thought of there possibly being drugs inside. Maybe Everett was right… Maybe it was time to stop this business…

A shadow darted across the road in front of her. Small and black. Ilona snapped back to her senses just in time to twist her handlebars and avoid running the creature over. It hissed and ran into the bushes as Ilona fell, tumbling across the pavement and eventually sliding to a stop. The box flew past her, leaving wooden shards in it’s wake. It eventually stopped some ten feet before in front of Ilona’s body.

Ilona slowly pulled herself up. She rubbed her face, checking for injuries. Thankfully nothing had happened to her head. Her arm however, had seen better days. A sharp pain coursed through her limb as she tried to move the arm. It moved at least, but tell tale wetness on her hand and the shredded bits of her sleeve spoke of what damage had been done.

Her attention snapped to the box in front of her. She managed to pull herself to her feet to retrieve it. Holding the object in her hurt arm, she pulled the bike upright and fidgeted with the light on the front.

“Dammit… Fuck… COME ON!”

The light flickered to life as if almost on command. She used the small bulb to examine the cargo. The box was tattered and splintered but still whole. The clasp on the front was broken, gone and lost to the darkness of the night and the storm.

With careful hands, Ilona opened the box to check the contents. A segmented jewel glimmered back at her in the focused light. It sat framed by snakes and demon’s wings cast in light colored metal. The jewel itself looked shattered but as if someone had tried to make it whole again with some metal filament. Ilona picked it up and turned it around in her hands. She breathed a sigh of relief as she didn’t find any damage to the item itself. It seemed like some gaudy piece of antique jewelry. Probably for some eccentric collector. At least it wasn’t drugs…

She noticed the blood on her hand. Her hand had sustained a nasty scrape on the pavement. She’d have to make sure to clean that well when she got home. Along with all the other bits of road rash. She wasn’t going to hear the end of it from Everett tomorrow.

A distant flash followed immediately by a crack of thunder caught her attention. She quickly put the jewel back in the box and reoriented her bike. It wasn’t a pleasant ride to the drop off point. But she was determined to make it.

--

Later

--

Large hands held the box firmly as their owner walked down the darkened hallway. Sporadic flashes of lightning lit the path before the man. Shadows clung to the opulent trappings. Paintings, bright and beautiful in the light hung with dreary shades. The pale marble of a few small sculptures seems to almost glow with the lightning, the mottled shadows from the rain molding the features to something stark and alarming.

His footsteps, steady and purposeful, were muted against the ornate rug that lined the hall. What little sound his large frame managed to make was drowned out by the rolling thunder and rain battering the windows. Fine black leather shoes stopped at a door. A hand, complimented by a shining gold watch, reached forth and turned the knob.

The room within was just as dark as the hallway. A few moments and a desk lamp was clicked on. Golden light illuminated a desk covered in books of various sizes and titles while reaching weakly to the corners of the room. Shelves holding still more books peered from the shadows. The light was just bright enough to show off the embossed titles and ornate typing. Curious objects sat among the tomes. A decorated plate showing a battle from a long ago time. An animal skull of unknown origin. Trinkets tied with feathers and teeth, all dangling and rattling from their perches.

The man sighed as he held the box under the light of the desk lamp. It was damaged badly. The looping and winding carvings were scuffed and splintered. The edges frayed with bits of wood poking out precariously. The clasp that once held it closed was completely gone.

“This thing is in some state… What the hell happened?”

Papers and notepads that had sat on the desk were pushed aside to make room for the box. Though he was alone, a second voice was present. It sounded as if it had floated in from the ether. It sounded raspy, like blackened smoke.

“The pretty box isn’t important. What’s inside is still good, yeah?”

The man sat down in the padded chair and began to contemplate the parcel. The box was opened carefully with both hands. The hinges creaked loudly in protest, threatening to come undone in the man’s grasp. Inside, a brooch shined back at him. It was nestled carefully within the velvet interior. It looked tiny as he picked it up. Eyes the color of steel peered down at the purple jewel marbled with silver. His fingers ran delicately over the snakes and wings that framed it.

“It looks good. Not a scratch.”

“Great! Let’s get to it then! You know what to do?”

The man was already leaning down and searching through the drawers of the desk. After a few moments of rummaging, a small dagger was produced. It joined the box on the desk as the man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

“Yeah, yeah… Still a bitch though. Why does it always have to be a blood bond? The last three artifacts were duds. I’m tired of slicing myself for this shit.”

The voice chuckled, a series crackling hisses.

“Ah, but I have a good feeling about this one, Joseph, Old boy. With this bit of sparkle, you’ll be nigh unstoppable. Now c’mon! Get on with the show!”

The dagger was retrieved with a sigh. With grit teeth, the blade was pressed into the man's thumb. Blood oozed forth around the metal. The dagger was discarded to the side and the bloody thumb was pressed firmly against the jewel. A thick red splotch was left behind as the man withdrew his hand.

Moments passed by in silence. The rain and the thunder little more than a far off distraction.

“Shit.”

The man grabbed the handkerchief and wrapped his thumb. The voice growled. “No! What the fuck!?”

“Another goddamn dud!… SHIT!”

A heavy foot stomped against the floor causing the desk to shake. The voice continued to protest.

“That can’t be right!”

“The hell you mean ‘that can’t be right’? You saw as well as I did that nothing fucking happened!” “BULLSHIT! Check the brooch!” “I did check the brooch!” “I can feel it! There’s no way in the nine rings that thing is fake! Check it again, dipshit!”

The man pulled a book closer to himself roughly and flipped to a page. It showed an illustration of the brooch, drawn in exquisite detail and additional notes scrawled to the side. The brooch was turned carefully in the light, each feature compared thoroughly with it’s written and drawn counterparts. The man’s eyes widened at the sight of a drop of blood dried onto the metal on the back of the brooch.

“It’s already bonded!?”

His fist wrapped around the brooch and tightened. His steel colored eyes began to melt into the color of red slag.

“Did they think I wouldn’t notice!? Do they really think they can get one over on me!? Nobody is going to have more power than me! I’m Joseph Cross Dammit! I run this city!”

His fist raised into the air then began to descend quickly toward the mahogany surface of the desk with the brooch still firmly in it’s grasp. The voice bellowed out.

“WAIT!”

The man’s fist stopped immediately at the sound of the voice’s protest. It hovered over the surface a mere fraction of an inch. The man’s face was drawn back in a snarl as he huffed through grit teeth.

“For fuck’s sake… WHAT NOW!?”

The voice lightened to almost a purr.

“Easy, Joseph. Think before you break. Yeah, you could smash that thing real good. That would take the power away from whoever is bonded to it, but it would also take the power away from you. Let’s just track down the asshole with a tracking spell and off’em. Reset the brooch’s magic and have a little fun at the same time.”

Joseph’s arm relaxed slowly. He nodded in agreement.

“Yeah… Yeah! That’s a much better idea.”

He stood and sorted through the papers that were pushed aside before. One with symbols and strange writing was grabbed. Joseph held the brooch in one hand and looked at the paper. Red smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke in a tongue not of human origin. It floated to the brooch and swirled around it a moment before dissipating. The chanting stopped and the brooch was placed back onto the desk with the paper.

“I got a trail. Let’s go say hello.”

A dark swirling portal appeared behind Joseph as he retrieved his hat from the coat rack. He adjusted his tie and stepped through. The portal disappeared as if made of mist.

--

Joseph found himself bumping his knee into a shoddy card table. It clattered and squeaked lightly against tile flooring. Glowing red eyes scanned his surroundings. It was a small pillbox of an apartment. He assumed he stood in what was supposed to be the kitchen, though it was all just one room. The card table he bumped into had an opened first aid kit on it. It’s contents were strewn about. A tiny fridge sat against a wall with various magnets and a calendar marked up with various colors of ink. A picture of three people smiling hung from a magnet in the shape of a smiley face.

Joseph stepped carefully toward a window. He could see what looked like a fold out bed. A shirt was hung up on the door handle of a closet. It was torn with dark stains. A flash of lightning revealed a figure curled up in the bed. Even in the dark, Joseph could see ribbons of dark energy wafting from them.

He leaned down and examined the figure closer. It was a girl, clad only in a thin baby doll night gown. Her pale skin was barely hidden by a raggedy blanket that she had most likely shrugged off in her sleep. A pitiful whimper left her as Joseph's hand touched her shoulder lightly. Poorly tied bandages and badly placed gauze covered her arm and hand. The voice whispered harshly at Joseph.

“What’s the hold up!?”

Joseph gently ran a finger over forehead, brushing the hair from her face.

“I can’t kill this one.” “What!? Why the hell not!?”

“She’s one of our best delivery drivers.”

SO!? You have other delivery drivers!” “Not like her! She’s the one that takes the hard to sell deliveries. The ones no one else will take. Besides, what kind of boss kills one of their best employees!? It wouldn’t be fair…”

Another whimper escaped the girl. Her body shivered as the wisps became thicker.

“Fine, but you better do something quick! This girl is about to go through a very rough transition and it’s not going to be quiet! The whole town is going to hear this broad’s screams in a few minutes!”

Joseph looked around for a few moments. There wasn’t much he could do. The blanket was wrapped around the girl as he scooped her up and carried her back through the portal.

--

It was not a good night.

Joseph had barely gotten Ilona settled onto a guest room bed before it all started. Skin previously cold to the touch now burned fiercely. Joseph did what he could but he knew there was no making it easier. All he could offer was kind words and a cool towel on her forehead as she screamed.

Screams of pain, or terror, of something he could not identify altogether as her mouth bubbled with blood and teeth that had fallen out. Teeth fitting for a wild animal quickly grew in their place. Her eyes had blackened and garbled shrieks of blindness and confusion accompanied them. Her nightgown did little to hide the undulating of her flesh as muscles rearranged themselves. The squelch and cracking of bones breaking and reforming could just barely be heard over her suffering. Black fur pushed it’s way out her skin. Two horns did the same on the top of her head, covered in ripped skin and viscera. The skin around her fingers and feet darkened and the appendages warped into different much larger shapes. Claws sprouted from the tips of her new fingers and toes.

Through it all, she begged. Her sightless eyes stared at Joseph as she begged him for comfort, for death, for it to all end. He held her hand and cooed to her.

“You’re doing great… It’ll be over soon…”

He wasn’t sure if his words had actually reached her. Eventually her screaming began to quiet and her body went limp. Her eyes drifted closed as exhaustion finally claimed her. Joseph placed a blanket over her. She looked so peaceful as he ran his hand over the fur on her cheek.

“In the morning… You’ll be mine.”

#wardenwrites #Shadowed Cross AU #Joseph Cross #Brawlhalla #Oc Ilona

[ta-ni-ya]

i made ilona's tsuguko...

his name is Hiroyuki Kajiwara and he is called Hiro for short. he uses water breathing but im still working on his backstory rn..

what do you think?

some thought he looked female based on his haircut and some of his appearence. im just showing it off cuz why not (•̀ω•́)✧

Ohhhhhhh he's handsome!! Im a literal simp for your ocs fr

First catilina now hiro 🤭❤

How old is he?? 👀

Tbh I love his hair 💗

I'd love to draw him when his charcater is finalized 🤭👍🏻

Can we also make him friends with kirika?? Since they both use water breathing

Thank you for showing me this! Please feel free to introduce me to your stuff often I love it 🤭💖

#niya talks #demon slayer oc

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

ok so i did get a proper email from this uni grad program and job website that i joined way back in like 2016, explaining that they'd been hacked. but. i am SCREECHING. HOOTING. HOLLERING. DYING, EVEN.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona's jobhunting thoughts and woes lol #ilona's work thoughts #ilona's work dilemmas

[tulipe-rose]

It's not letting me edit, so I'll just tag you.

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All was well.

Yuichirou x Ilona (oc) fluff.

Request for @tokito-dulya20

She rested under a tree's shade, leaning against it's trunk, lost in thought, admiring the surrounding nature.

The war against demons... Was over.

She still couldn't believe it, but she welcomes it with open arms. She shed many tears, she bled and she fought during her time as a corps member. To imagine that the reign of demons ended during her life, that she assisted in it, was something she was justifiably proud of. Now, she can finally rest. She can finally live freely, without worry for the life of her comrades. However, that held some emptiness along with it. She lived her life as a demon slayer, it was all she knew. She could use her demonic abilities to assist the locals, but it would only help to ward them away, possibly calling her a witch.

She could work as a translator for foreign tourists, but isn't often seeing Ukrainians around here. She worried about her future, but for now...

'' Ilona? ''

She'll cherish him. She'll live her happiness with her friends and lover. She'll leave the rest to fate. He walked over, getting seated beside her, waiting for her to speak. He knew of her limited hearing, so he's a bit more gentle around her.

'' Yes? ''

She rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, and focusing on his warming presence. She'd fought so hard for this, and would cherish every moment.

'' You sure come here a lot. ''

Whenever she had free time, she'd usually come here, it became a known fact, and no one really joins her. No one except her beloved.

'' Oh? I didn't realise... I guess I enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. ''

'' Yui... ''

He looks around, it really is quite peaceful, the sky was clear, and the breeze was relaxing. He heard Kanao speak of this tree before, but he couldn't quite recall what was so special about it.

They exchanged a few moments of comfortable silence, appreciating the beauty of their surroundings.

She stood up, breaking the silence, before turning to look at him, extending her hand.

'' Care for a stroll? ''

She walked through these meadows a few times before, but every time, she was alone. He seemed unfamiliar with it, so she thought showing him around would be a nice way to spend the afternoon. He took her hand, and stood up next to her.

She lead the way, and he followed. She spoke of different things she could see, but his eyes rested on her. She looked as beautiful as ever. He hopes to cherish her smile for the rest of his life, and she does too. No matter what the future holds, they'll only want it as long as they were in each other's embrace.

All was well.

It's short, but I hope you like it!

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #oc #saff-ron tag #writers on tumblr #yuichiro tokito #kny yuichiro #oc x canon #Fluff #Request #First request

[trofysisters]

Тося

Казалось, Илона определилась с кандидатурой на роль мужа, но хотелось ей флиртовать и с Виктором, и с Давидом. От этих мыслей не могло ее отвлечь даже общение с родителями. (It seemed that Ilona had decided on a candidate for the role of husband, but she wanted to flirt with both Victor and David. Even communication with her parents could not distract her from these thoughts)

Тем временем в воинскую часть завезли новые аппараты, но солдаты не имели понятия, как это собирать. Илона позвонила производителю и организовала сбор, четко раздавая указания подчиненным. Руководство было так впечатлено ее командными способностями, что Илону сделали генералом. (Meanwhile, new devices were delivered to the military unit, but the soldiers had no idea how to assemble it. Ilona called the manufacturer and organized the collection, clearly giving instructions to her subordinates. The leadership was so impressed by her command abilities that Ilona was made a general)

Но не всем это понравилось. Ее коллега издевательски предложил Илоне сменить работу на сферу игр, где она явно станет спецом по захвату флага противника. Видите ли, не место миролюбивой женщине в армии. (But not everyone liked it. Her colleague mockingly suggested that Ilona change her job to the field of games, where she would obviously become a specialist in capturing the enemy’s flag. They don’t like the fact that a peace-loving woman is in the army)

У Ильи на работе тоже не всё было гладко. Он ведь был простым судомойщиком, но из-за прихода в ресторан критика Илью поставили к плите. Он отложил губку для мытья посуды и приступил к готовке, но губка оказалась слишком близко к огню. Заказ сгорел, ресторан потерял репутацию, а Илья - дневное жалование. Владелец решил, что Илье не место на кухне, и пришлось Илье стать продавцом в "Маккорм-авто". (Not everything was going smoothly for Ilya at work either. After all, he was a simple dishwasher, but because a critic came to the restaurant, Ilya was put to the stove. He put down the dish sponge and started cooking, but the sponge was too close to the fire. The order burned, the restaurant lost its reputation, and Ilya lost his daily salary. The owner decided that Ilya did not belong in the kitchen, and Ilya had to become a salesman at McCorm Auto)

Хоть там его оценили и сделали старшим менеджером. (At least they appreciated him there and made him a senior manager)

Но он стеснялся этой непрестижной работы, и, рассказывая о своей профессии, он обычно говорил, что был медицинским работником. (But he was embarrassed by this unprestigious job, and when talking about his profession he usually said that he was a medical worker)

Илья предпочел бы иметь в зятьях веселого и активного Давида, (Ilya would prefer to have the cheerful and active David as his son-in-law,)

но Илона твердо решила выйти замуж за Виктора. Вернувшись со службы в компании лояльного к ней генерала, она почти сразу собрала семью, пригласила Виктора и поехала в ЗАГС. (but Ilona firmly decided to marry Victor. Returning from service in the company of a general loyal to her, she almost immediately gathered her family, invited Victor and went to the registry office)

У Виктора подкосились колени, когда до него дошло, что это не просто прогулка. (Victor's knees went weak when he realized that this was not just a walk)

Как честный человек, он не стал малодушно бежать из-под венца, а твердой рукой надел кольцо на свою будущую жену. (As an honest man, he did not cowardly run away from the aisle, but with a firm hand he put the ring on his future wife)

Илона всем продемонстрировала, кто в ее доме будет хозяином. Виктор не сопротивлялся - идеальный муж. (Ilona showed everyone who would be the boss in her house. Victor did not resist - an ideal husband)

А жена у него такая нежная и утонченная. И что такого? У каждого может зачесаться подмышка. (And his wife is so gentle and sophisticated. So what? Anyone can get an itchy armpit)

Илья тепло поприветствовал нового члена семьи. (Ilya warmly welcomed the new family member)

Гости поздравляли молодых, произносили тосты. Только мать невесты ходила как неприкаянная, не присоединяясь к празднеству. (The guests congratulated the newlyweds and made toasts. Only the mother of the bride walked around as if restless, not joining the celebration)

Традиционное разрезание торта было запечатлено для потомков, а самый большой кусок Илона впихнула в рот мужу, чтобы не забывал, что он теперь глава семьи после нее. (The traditional cutting of the cake was recorded for posterity, and Ilona stuffed the largest piece into her husband’s mouth so that he would not forget that he was now the head of the family after her)

Со своего места Илона поглядывала на гостей, радуясь, что у нее на празднике даже свадебный генерал есть - коллега по работе. (From her place, Ilona looked at the guests, glad that she even had a wedding general at the holiday - a work colleague)

Несмотря на все положительные качества Илоны, было видно отсутствие родительского воспитания: она тыкала пальцем в людей, смеялась над неуклюжими гостями и неаккуратно запихивала в рот дополнительный кусок торта. (Despite all of Ilona’s positive qualities, a lack of parenting was evident: she pointed her finger at people, laughed at clumsy guests, and carelessly stuffed an extra piece of cake into her mouth)

После полуночи брат Илоны заторопился домой. У него ведь жена беременная, ей нужно его внимание. Несмотря на то, что Тося отстранилась от веселья, она отметила, что всё было круто. (After midnight, Ilona’s brother hurried home. After all, his wife is pregnant, she needs his attention. Despite the fact that Tosya pulled away from the fun, she noted that everything was cool)

Илья понимал, что Тося очень устала за этот рабочий день, и старался ее поддержать, размять ей затекшие плечи. (Ilya understood that Tosya was very tired from this working day, and tried to support her, to stretch her stiff shoulders)

Пока семья ждала такси, Виктор мыл за гостями тарелки. Говорю же: идеальный муж. (While the family was waiting for a taxi, Victor washed the guests' plates. I say: the perfect husband)

Вот только он оказался мечтателем, оторванным от реальности. Виктор искренне верил, что может создать шедевр, на деньги от реализации которого они с Илоной поедут в путешествие. А еще он хотел появления ребенка (But he turned out to be a dreamer, divorced from reality. Victor sincerely believed that he could create a masterpiece, with the money from the sale of which he and Ilona would go on a trip. And he also wanted a child)

и купить скульптуру за 4 000 симолеонов. Илона лишь посмеивалась над его мечтами, поскольку на счету семьи было лишь 4 762 симолеона. (and buy the sculpture for 4,000 Simoleons. Ilona only laughed at his dreams, since the family had only 4,762 Simoleons in their account)

Но, по крайней мере, одно из его желаний она могла исполнить, чем они и занялись. (But at least she could fulfill one of his wishes, which is what they did)

Встав спозаранку, Виктор, привыкший заботиться об остальных, отправился на кухню готовить завтрак. Ну идеальный же муж. (Getting up early, Victor, accustomed to taking care of others, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Well, an ideal husband)

#sims 2 #devchata #tosya #ilona #victor

[staysaneathome]

Faking Dating For Dummies (And Other Avatars of the Stranger)

The being currently known as Sasha James cards her fingers through her hair as she waits at her table.

It’s an odd habit, one that’s more likely to get her stares rather than let her blend in with the lunchtime crowd, but she can’t quite help it. It feels so good to be able to straighten her hair again, luxuriating in the gentle heat and methodical styling, the weight of the straightener like an old friend even in her new hands. If she’s careful enough with her touch, she can pretend the warmth of her fingers is actually some residual heat left over from this morning.

It’s an indulgence, certainly, like when she’d bought that yellow cake for her “birthday” and eaten every slice while riding the nearest ferris wheel she could find, or slipping several tins of the nice Marks & Spencer shortbread into the break room cupboards at the Magnus Institute alongside the worn packets of rich tea biscuits, hobnobs, and jammy dodgers.

But she’s been stuck in that table for so long, unable to even struggle or scream against those awful, choking threads of the Web, with only the taste of dust and table polish for company. Even now, she can feel the most of her still held there, pinned like an insect on a corkboard under the glare of that hideous Eye.

Nikola may not entirely approve, but she’s not the one risking her skin to monitor the Eye, now is she? Sasha James is.

(Or, well. Was.)

So all in all, the being going by Sasha James feels she’s entitled to some little idiosyncrasies, just for herself.

The Stranger doesn’t let her have too many of those.

But still, she has work to do, and they can’t go attracting the Eye’s attention just yet. So she’s meeting up with someone outside of Madame Tussaud’s and the Trophy Room to be on the safe side.

She won’t know them, but that’s never been an issue for the Stranger. In fact, some would argue it’s the entire point.

Nevertheless, when a slightly-too-pretty person with a smile that couldn’t be more camera copied slides into the seat across from her, Sasha can’t shake the feeling of…recognition that suddenly strikes her.

“Here we are again.” The person says, voice a lower tenor that suggests masculinity.

“Here we are again.” Sasha returns the password blithely. She peers closer. “…Have I seen you perform?”

The way this person startles is lovely, all fluid starts and sharp stops, like a dancer following the line. “Oh. Uh?”

“Petrograd, 1916? Nikola was going through her ballet phase?” She hazards, lighting up when the backing dancer nods hesitantly. “I thought so! You were wonderful, I always thought it was a shame the audience wasn’t fleeing in terror sooner…Ilona?”

“It’s, it’s Tom now, actually.” The very pretty ex-dancer says, rubbing the back of his (?) head bashfully. “Nikola let me choose this one, as a promotion of sorts.”

“It’s about time. You always were too good to just be backup.” Sasha smiles, trying to ignore the way blood is circulating to her cheeks.

That makes him(?) laugh, which has the oddest aftereffect of making her palms go gently clammy.

“Well enough about me.” His (?) eyelashes are long and soft looking as he (?) flutters them at her. “We’re here to talk about you. How is it going at work?”

She groans, burying her face in her hands.

“…Is that a good sound?” Tom asks, hesitantly.

“They’re just—” She waves her hands around. “How can they be so. Weird?? I mean, I know they’re Eye avatars, but come on.”

And then she’s off, ranting about Tim Stoker and his constant jokes about invading people’s privacy and seducing civil servants for their public and personal secrets, about the person whose life she’s living who apparently thought everyone’s private lives and social media were merely another puzzle she was entitled to solve and get the answers to, about Martin Blackwood and how he looks soft and scare-able but he seems to have committed a new crime almost every time she enters the office and he somehow got ashes of the Hive to please the Archivist when she hadn’t, to Sasha’s knowledge, ever been burned??

And that’s not even getting Archivist and his paranoid little breakdowns, constantly muttering about how since Gertrude was murdered, of course it must mean that he’s going to be murdered too, when he’s not even half the strength she used to be?? Like wow, Jonathan, maybe the murder’s not about you, did you ever consider that? Like she might murder him, but that’s besides the point. And he keeps trying to break into these tunnels under the archives, with just his skinny little noodle arms three times this past week alone, and recently she saw him going through the rubbish?? To find Martin’s poems and record himself verbally tear them apart, as if that will hide the blatantly obvious crush the two of them are nursing on each other?? Honestly—

And through it all, Tom is an avid listener, gasping at the appropriate points, sputtering with helpless laughter at others, particularly when she describes Martin’s growing grudge against this policewoman investigating the Archivist for Gertrude Robinson’s murder, seemingly for spending too much time talking to him.

She finds she particularly likes his (?) laugh, a throaty chuckle that grows louder and makes people at the tables around them look over and then quickly look away.

This is the most fun she’s had since she was released from the table for this assignment, and she feels herself relaxing, leaning in closer, able to ignore the lingering itch of being Watched for just a moment.

So of course, it can’t last.

“Sasha.”

She nearly jumps at the sound of her new name, looks up to see the Archivist glaring down at her.

She plasters on a fake smile. “Oh, hi Jon. It’s not already the end of lunch break already, is it?”

“It’s close enough.” He lies, poorly. She can see on the face of his battered watch that she still has half an hour left. His eyes are fixed unsettlingly on her, as if he’s trying to peel the layers of her apart with his gaze alone. She’s not sure whether he’s blinked at any point during this exchange.

Sasha has been alive for a long time, can very faintly recall pale masks and groups singing from her earliest memories, so she doesn’t flinch under the Eye’s gaze. Instead, she begins picking up the wrapper for the sandwich and hula hoops she was eating before Tom got here, starting to stand. “I’m so sorry, I lost track of time. I’ll get back to the Archives now—”

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend here? You’ve certainly been talking to him long enough.” The Archivist’s tone is a solid weight, curling around her like chains, like nets, like webs. “Who is he?”

Sasha doesn’t thrash, doesn’t shriek like she so dearly wants to, even as her tongue fights the rest of her to obey the Archivist’s demand, to tell all if it will just make that awful scrutiny stop.

“This is Tom.” She grits out through an increasingly plastic smile. The Archivist might be flush and clumsy with the Eye’s power, but he’s still untrained enough that even if he can make her answer, she can avoid giving any more than the bare minimum. “Tom, this is my boss at the Magnus Institute, Jonathan Sims.”

This clearly doesn’t satisfy the paranoid little weasel of a man, because he opens his mouth again. “And what—”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Sasha takes a moment to goggle at Tom.

He’s standing up from the table, chest out and trying to meet the Archivist’s gaze head-on, as if his tentative connection with his new skin doesn’t make him the more vulnerable of the two of them.

She feels an odd protectiveness as the Archivist’s head cocks, studying Tom. “Since when?”

“Since we met in the group therapy that Elias recommended I go to after Prentiss.” She lies, praying the Pupil still considers her infiltration diverting enough to support this. “This was before any of us came back from leave, and when Tom and I met we just…hit it off. We’ve only been going out for a few weeks now.”

The Archivist doesn’t look as placated as she’d hoped he’d be, clearly gearing up for another interrogation—

Something warm and plush covers her hand. Part of her wants to compare the sensation to the softest linens, the smoothest mahogany.

Tom is frowning at the Archivist, the very picture of a concerned partner. “Excuse me for saying so, but do you usually get so involved in your subordinates’ love lives? Only, I don’t mean to pry, but Sasha mentioned something about you and a coworker, Martin—”

Jonathan Sims splutters. “Wh—! N—why, what, what are you even talking about?! What about me and Martin?! There’s nothing about, I don’t—no. No. Martin is just—! And it is none, none of your business, anyway! I do not have, have any interest in what my assistants do that doesn’t concern the Archives. None.”

“My mistake.” Tom says, sitting back down. He hasn’t removed his hand from where it’s curled over hers. “Well. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Sims.”

“A shame I can’t say likewise.” The Archivist mutters, turning his attention back to her. “I’ll see you back in the office, Sasha. Soon.”

“Soon.” Sasha replies, watching as he turns and speedwalks away. A few small, green leaves flit down in his wake—was. Was he hiding in the bushes across the road, watching them?

She and Tom seem to deflate at the same moment once the Archivist is out of sight.

“Now do you see what I mean about them being weird?” She asks wryly, gratified when that startles another throaty laugh out of him (?).

“And here I thought you were exaggerating.” Tom grins at her and Sasha grins back, heart pumping hard from residual adrenaline.

But then the expression falters, Tom’s eyebrows drawing together. “Was. Was that okay? The, uh, boyfriend thing. It’s just, he was right there and I didn’t want him doing—doing that thing again, and it was the first—”

“Hey, hey.” She places her hand atop Tom’s this time, “That was excellent thinking on your part, and you acted the role brilliantly. We needed a cover story in case any of the others noticed us meeting up, and a boyfriend is better than just an out-of-work friend or a family member. More reasons to contact each other regularly, if you know what I mean.”

Tom nods, even if he (?) clearly doesn’t. His gaze is fixed on their hands, and Sasha realizes with embarrassment that she’s just been absentmindedly stroking his knuckles with her thumb.

She removes her hand and places it under the table, clearing her throat. “So, um. Is boyfriend, alright with you? Not, not the idea of being, being my romantic partner, but, being, well. He/him.”

“Hm? Oh, oh yes, I like those.” Tom has pulled his hand back towards himself, gently rubbing it with his other hand. “But I’ve never been a, a boyfriend before. And we need to really sell this role, otherwise the Archivist will Know, right? For the good of the assignment.”

Sasha nods tentatively, “The good of the assignment. Right.”

Tom continues. “So who should I ask about it? About how to be a good boyfriend? Would Nikola know?”

Sasha can’t help the face she pulls at that. Nikola’s never going to let her live this down once she hears about it, is she.

“I’d ask Breekon and Hope, myself.”

#the magnus archives #tma #not sasha #not!sasha #not!them #Tom tma #tma tom #the stranger #jon sims #jonathan sims #fake dating #tag ur otp #which is the genderfluid shapeshifter going undercover in enemy territory #and which is the newly transitioned and promoted ex-dancer who’s the former’s only ally and confidante #mild mentions of #martin blackwood #tim stoker #the original #sasha james #jonmartin

[sam-glade]

Seven Snippets, Seven People - pt. 1

Tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin here, and @writernopal here. Thank you💜

And passing the tag to: @moonluringfrost @scribe-of-stories @late-to-the-fandom @blind-the-winds @liv-is @mjparkerwriting @amewinterswriting

I want to go through the various canon-adjacent stories for this one...

1. [Prince Atterius and Weaveress on the battlefield]

“Starlight.” He whipped his head towards her at the old, old name. “There’s nothing more you can do.”

“I have to try,” he snapped back. She held his eyes stubbornly. “He’s the Sun King’s son. His only child. We can’t just kill him. We have to bring him back to the Palace, we have to–”

“Starlight,” she spoke softer, only for him to hear. “You have tried everything. You have done everything you could, and you keep forgetting you're not omnipotent. Not even you could have changed the course the Dispossessed has chosen.”

2. [Hanging out with Catnip]

Ilona cooked, since she was so good at it. Meanwhile, Catnip set the table, straightened up the tattered cushions, and checked that the water bowls weren't running dry.

"You're fidgeting!" Ilona called from the kitchen, over the sound of bubbling pots and sizzling pans.

Catnip supposed she was. It wasn't everyday that Ermine was coming over for dinner.

3. [Outtake from the training montage]

They tossed a bundle they’d brought from Redguard towards Lissander — it was a long-sleeved padded jack, patched many times over. He caught it easily and unfurled it.

“Put that on, kid.”

Gullin narrowed his eyes, observing Lissander as he pulled it over his head and adjusted its shoulders. The Brigadier turned to Varré.

“Sir? Isn’t that mine?”

“Yeah, I thought it might fit him,” they said with a shrug. Gullin kept looking at them pointedly. “Your orderly was very obliging.”

He ground his teeth.

“I see. I’ll have a word with her next time I’m in Redguard, sir,” he drawled, then realisation dawned on him. “Do I not get protection?”

“You’ve got your greatcoat and decades of experience.” They swirled their hand. “Sword sparring, no release,” they instructed Gullin and swept snow off of a stool-sized boulder.

4. [A little bit of down time between the 2nd and 3rd book]

"What are we doing with our lives?" Gullin asked when the sun started dipping towards the low hills.

"Hm?"

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, gathering shreds of courage. "No, fine, I know what you're doing," he said after a while. "Making the world a better place. But look at me. Youngest bloody general in history, and what good is that? It's a dead end."

5. [Missing home]

“So, how are you finding Redguard?” Ianim asked, watching Lissan with polite curiosity.

Lissan stretched an arm over the iron-wrought back of the weathered bench and looked around the small square. It was carved out of a corner of a limestone townhouse, on the eastern side of the river. A lush lilac bush sprawled in the middle of a paved circle, with four benches surrounding it. Ianim took a seat on an adjacent bench.

“It’s… fine.” Lissan’s tone was too guarded.

Ianim leant in, resting his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands.

“But?” he prompted.

“You know what it looked like back home. Green fields, green orchards, green woods. And here, everything is brick and stone. It’s… weird.”

Ianim smiled gently.

“Missing home?”

6. [Just some relationship drama, move along]

"What the hell is going on with you?" General Erya asked on Wednesday night two weeks later, when Gullin turned up to her quarters as per their routine.

"Ma'am?"

She shoved a glass of rakija into his hand.

"Sit down." He did. "You're working yourself ragged. What for? It's not like we have anything urgent on our plate. What are you even doing in your office at eight in the evening?"

He shrugged, looking away. The truth was, he was avoiding his cold, empty quarters. Not something he could tell her.

"I just have nothing better to do, ma'am." She narrowed her eyes, and he looked back with an expression as innocent as he could manage.

"Really? What happened to your buddies from the Infantries?"

They were meeting in pubs with him and it was better if Gullin stayed away.

"Or your lover?" He winced. Of course she'd noticed it. "Hm?"

"Ma'am, it might be of interest to you, that you don't need to worry about that anymore. I realised that our relationship was jeopardising his reputation and reflecting badly on the princes' family–"

"You broke up!? Moron."

7. [after the... 3rd time? Lissan ends up in a hospital, badly injured]

"Stop trying to get yourself killed, will you? My back will thank you for it."

"Your back…?"

Gullin rolled his shoulders and arched his back pointedly, but his smile waned. Lissan frowned at him until he squirmed.

"Just… stop doing it to me. Please?" The word was carried on a raspy breeze.

"It's okay. I'm alive."

Gullin shook his head violently, and opened his mouth, then closed it. The wind picked up, uneven and jagged. He wasn't going to ask again, Lissan realised.

"All right. I promise, I'll do my best not to land in a hospital on your watch ever again," he said quickly.

The wind steadied, and turned into a light, pleasant breeze.

"Thank you."

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