#staricase

[uchihanitro]

Japanese staircase

#staricase #escadaria #japan #japanese photo #photo #urban #japão

[dennismcollage]

Contemporary Entry - Mudroom Entryway - mid-sized contemporary medium tone wood floor and brown floor entryway idea with gray walls and a metal front door

#remodel #marble #contemporary #simon breitbard #staricase #fresh

[erkiengill]

Contemporary Entry - Mudroom Entryway - mid-sized contemporary medium tone wood floor and brown floor entryway idea with gray walls and a metal front door

#remodel #marble #contemporary #simon breitbard #staricase #fresh

[fictionallyinparadise]

I started writing this when I started feeling Bad and finished it recently. There aren't any TWs needed but please feel free to request one if need be. Take care <3 (also reblogs are off because this is kind've a vent-y piece and. yeah. I'm doing Better-ish btw)

Cora was silent, their head in Chuuya's lap while Dazai talked about whatever came to mind. A cloud shaped almost perfectly like a triangle, a dandelion that grew in-between side walk cracks, what he had for breakfast that day.

All of it was for the sake of distraction. Cora knew this; nights like this were becoming much too common. They weren't doing good mentally. Between everyday life stress, work anxieties, and dysphoria...they were perhaps at a low point.

Chuuya's fingers ran through their hair. It was longer now, with tangles and snarls littered around like seasoning. He didn't say anything about it, gently working the knots out with his fingers. Dazai eventually stopped his rambling and just leaned his head against Cora's shoulder.

"How do you feel, belladonna?" He asked in a murmur, fingertips brushing over their face.

"...numb." They replied in a mutter.

"Well, it's different from 'shit', so I consider this improvement!" He tried to find the bright side, giving a sympathetic smile.

"...is it an improvement?" The redhead muttered, raising a brow. Cora just shrugged their shoulders in response. They supposed it would be improvement compared to their usual answer but still, it wasn't an ideal answer.

"Can I get you anything, darling?" Dazai tilted his head, looking like an excited dog ready to fetch. They almost smiled at that.

"I dunno." They muttered, shrugging again. "I just..." They trailed off and sighed. "I don't know."

"That's okay, sweetling." Chuuya murmured softly, gently moving aside greasy hair he'd gotten untangled to the side so he could continue without hassle.

"I was about to say that!" Dazai whined, crossing his arms and sighing dramatically. They smiled at that. "Ha! I got them to smile!" His pout faded to pure happiness.

Chuuya rolled his eyes but seemed happy, patting the top of Cora's head. "Atta..." He trailed off, silent for a moment. "...atta-thing?"

That got them to laugh.

"Chuuya! Don't call our little bear a 'thing'!" Dazai scolded lightly, but he looked elated to hear Cora laugh.

"Well I can't say 'attaboy' or 'attagirl'! There's no neutal word I can use!" Chuuya shot back with a lighthearted glare.

"So 'thing' was the best thing you came up with?" Dazai crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Is that what our darling Cora is? A thing?"

They tried not to laugh more but failed. It was obvious the two were only having this back and forth to make them laugh. It was sweet, actually.

"Well, if they wanna be a thing, they can be!" The redhead crossed his arms and huffed. "That's not the point anyway, dumbass."

Dazai raised a brow and hummed, playing with Cora's hair a bit as they closed their eyes. "We should all take a bath! Together!"

"No bathtub would fit us, mackerel." Chuuya snorted, shaking his head. "Good idea, absolutely no way to execute."

"Well, we can just squish together in the bath." The detective waved a hand, poking Chuuya's forehead. "It'd be like cuddling!"

Cora glanced between the two, raising a brow. "Wet cuddling."

That made the two laugh, and brought a smile to their face. "That sounds dirty, silly." Dazai hummed, kissing Cora's forehead. "We'll figure something out. We always do!"

"You say that now, so you better now whine about leg cramps later." Chuuya said in a grumble, raising a brow. "I guess it wouldn't be too bad. What do you think, sweet thing?"

Cora was quiet for a moment before nodding a little. "Can we cut my hair first?"

Silence filled the room; not a bad silence but a thoughtful one.

"I can do it." Dazai offered gently.

They nodded and sat up, still sticking close to Chuuya though. The physical contact brought comfort.

Gingerly, Dazai cut their hair, the tangled locks falling to a paper bag held underneath. He was focused on the task, no remarks coming out as he just focused.

Chuuya held their hand, also silent. It felt comfortable to be silent. Soon their hair was back to the short length they preferred, though still greasy and rather unpleasant to touch.

It didn't seem to bother either of their partners, though. They were grateful for that.

Chuuya got the bath running, adding lavender Epsom salts and making sure the water wasn't too hot. Dazai waited behind, arms wrapped around Cora, his face buried in their neck. The warm silence continued.

It continued even into the bath. It took a while to get arranged, since it was hard to fit three people into one tub. But it worked, in the end. Dazai and Chuuya took turns, one rinsing Cora's hair while the other massaged berry scented shampoo into it.

Cora didn't say anything. They let themselves be taken care of, for once. It felt nice, having gentle hands rub shampoo into their hair or a hand shielding their eyes as water poured over their head.

Getting out of the bath was a little more chaotic. It was rather amusing to hear the two bicker about who would get out first and why. In the end, Cora got out first, and helped the other two out. They took over the task of drying themself off.

"See? I knew we could do it." Dazai's smug but genuinely happy voice broke the silence.

"I'm gonna have bruises from your fuckin' elbows." Chuuya shot back, crossing his arms as his wet hair clung to his face and neck.

Cora just chuckled a bit, shaking their head. They took the chance to slip out of the bathroom and nab their boyfriends' clothes to use as pajamas before coming back to make sure the bickering didn't escalate.

"Aww, look at our handsome bear! They look so pretty in your shirt!" Dazai immediately stopped the argument to gush over Cora, smiling widely. Chuuya glanced over, his cheeks flushing and a smile undeniable on his face.

"...yeah. It's better than swimming in one of your shirts, you tall bastard." He mumbled with a chuckle.

Cora raised a brow and laughed at that. "It was the first shirt I could find."

"Well, you look positively glowing!" The brunette grinned, pressing multiple kisses on their face.

Chuuya, not about to miss out on giving Cora more affection, scrambled over, wrapping his arms snug around them, head resting on their shoulder.

A rather romantic scene if it wasn't in the bathroom.

Amused, Cora just returned the affection before getting dragged to bed, being immediately pulled into the usual messy cuddling position.

Chuuya, buried into their arms and clinging onto them, while he and them laid almost on top of Dazai, who had his arms loosely around them both.

It was awkward with limbs getting tangled and bumped together but Cora wouldn't trade this for anything. It felt nice, to just be held and to hold. Especially after the rather hard past few weeks they'd been enduring. This was always a relief from it all. And at least now, that relief came with the comfort of being clean with their usual haircut back.

#self ship writing #self ship comfort writing #📦; sweet dreams are made of this...? #rayx's writing #fuck what other tags do i need??? #idk rip </3 #anyway. they are comfort shaped. #also probably written OOC but that's because i haven't finished the anime yet. because i'm batshit insane. #the fact that i'm taller than chuuya makes me feral btw. like i'm taller than him by uhh four inches is making me foam at the mouth #idk whenever i find out i'm taller than an f/o i start barking bc normally these bitches are taller than me #also when i looked at our height comparison......we made likea. staricase shape :].........

[makeupasmydrug]

Natural Stone Pavers - Rustic Landscape Design ideas for a large rustic partial sun backyard stone water fountain landscape.

#backyard stairs #ground cover landscaping #water feature hardscape #stone steps #backyard river #backyard staricase #backyard seating area

[urbanrelics]

VAL BENOIT

The Val Benoit university site is an architectural complex in modernist style. It owes its name to the fact that an abbey of the Cistercian order was once located on this site. Founded in the 13th century, it was partly demolished as a result of the Liège Revolution. During the Second World War, what remained of it was destroyed by bombing.

The majestic main entrance hall, with its many staricases seemingly leading everywhere is truly spectacular.

Between 1930 and 1965, the University of Liège looked for expansion opportunities due to the increase in students. That is why she built a number of new faculties here. This institute for applied chemistry and metallurgy was one of them. The building was inaugurated in 1937 in the presence of Leopold III. From 1967 onwards, the university systematically moved to the new, central site in Sart-Tilman.

As of 2006, the Val Benoit campus was completely abandoned. Since 2013, works have been underway to rehabilitate the entire campus. Part will be occupied by companies and another part will be converted into student housing.

#urban exploration #urbex #abandoned #urban relics #decay #derelict #abandoned places #ue #photography #urbanexploration #urbexpeople #urbexplaces #urbexworld #urbexphotography #education #abandoned addiction #abandoned buildings #university #val benoit #belgium

[sardonic-the-writer]

—tangy

SUMMARY | this was supposed to be a simple, relaxing mission. all of that had been thrown out the train window as soon as you saw idiot one and idiot two

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | spoilers for bullet train, hit men, mentions of murder, guns, ect

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTE | fell in love with tangerine while watching bullet train. what more is there to it

🍊 MASTERLIST 🍊 NAVIGATION 🍊 RULES 🍊

Confined spaces certainly makes the job easier for you.

You were able to observe everyone simultaneously. Being everywhere all at once. Sitting idily in a corner inconspicuously, sipping on a drink while pretending to read a newspaper. All the while watching as people fidgit with their fingers and mingle amongst nearby passengers. Keeping tabs on who leaves and who enters and how many times they do it.

In fact that's all you had been planning on doing for the next twenty four hours. Enjoying the ambiance of the lovely modern train as you waited for your mark. Probably opting on getting up to lure the target into a bathroom stall, slitting their throat once the lock had been clicked. An easy job by definition, especially for you. Practically a vacation handed to you on a silver platter.

That's why you almost choked on your fizzy drink when they walked in.

You'd never forgot a face. Not once. That's part of the reason you made for such a good hit man. Show you someone's high school picture once, and you'd be able to pick them out in a crowd forty years after it had been taken. And when I say pick them out, I mean with a gun. Preferably from a rooftop. Probably from a rooftop.

So you recognized the leather jacket and blue suit almost immediately. After all how could you forget. Your annoyance for them had been all but solidified in concrete the moment the loud one had shot your leg in Russia, his twin just watching. That cast was a bitch to lug around for half a year, and everytime it thumped against the staricase in your house you cursed the both of them.

Suppressing a groan, your eyes cautiously watched from behind the pages of a comically large larg magazine as Lemon and Tangerine walked down the isle of the train compartment together, facing each other while bickering quite loudly. Or at least doing what you assumed was to be bickering. Knowing them, they probably just used that many curse words in a casual conversation anyway.

"I've told you a thousan' times, bruv." You listed to Lemon slur his words with that thick accent of his, practically spitting fire at his twin. "It's Thomas The Tank Engine. Not Thomas the Train. Get that in ya thick skull."

"Oh well, ex-fucking-scuze me. I didn' know I'd be gettin schooled on a fuckin kids show today, twat." Tangerines eyeroll was all but audible in response. He ignored as fellow passengers swapped offended looks with each other at their language. You'd imagine he'd be flipping them off if he wasn't so busy basically biting his brothers head off.

They were nearly past your booth now and out of the train car, your fingers tightening around the reading material in front of you in anticipation. For a moment you thanked whoever had given the both of them such long legs and speedy strides, happy as long as they were out of sight. Didn't matter that they would still be on the train. As long as they didn't see you, all was well.

So of course they would choose that moment to stop right in front of your fucking seat. The urge to stand up and kick them both in their asses was only increasing. Not that it wasn't already high up there in the first place.

"I don't give a bloody damn when ya smart ass people half the time you bastard. Here me complanin? Nope." Lemon popped the p at the last word, pointing a finger at his companions chest. "But no one, and I mean no one ya cheeky fuck, bad mouths Thomas in front of me."

"Right. And what you gonna do about it, fruit boy. Stick a diesel sticker on me when I ain't lookin?"

"I just might. An don't call me fruit boy. You're the one who came up with those names in the first place 'member?"

Your muscled tensed up in preparation when Tangerine suddenly whipped around to you, dragging Lemons attention along with him. The cool metal of your gun brushed against your fingertips as you slowly reached under the trains table for where it was hidden. Maybe this time you'd have an excuse to shoot them in the legs. Send them a hallmark card in the hospital afterwards. Something cheep and tacky. You were petty like that.

"Hey, mate, mind reminding my buddy here tha' grown ass adults don't watch the cartoon channel and he's due for a visit to the loony bin?"

You just glared at him and his stupid fucking 90's porn stache, frown deepening as you watched recognization well up in his eyes.

"Hang on." Your hand twitched with the urge to rip his tounge out of his mouth as it ran across his bottom lip. "I know you—"

"Oh for fucks sake."

You hopped up, abandoning your cozy little corner in turn for dragging him by the lapel of his now wrinkled suit into the connecting cabin of the train cars. You imagined that if they hadn't been so surprised by an innocent looking samaritan dragging their asses along, you would be sporting two new holes in the side of your head.

"One job! I had one job and the two of you had to muck it all up!" Words hissed out of your mouth like steam from a gas can as you dropped your grip on Tangerine and turned away from him, revealing your own gun nonchalantly. They were both quick to draw their own, stances stiff and confused in contrast to your loose but annoyed one.

"Ay I recognize you now." Lemon looked over at Tangerine, gesturing his gun to you loosely. "Russia. A broken leg. James the train, 'member?"

"Would you stop it with the Thomas the train shit for one fffuckin moment?" He hissed back. "Yeah I remember 'em. But that dosent explain what the hell their doin on this train now does it?"

"Nothing that concerns you." You saved them the trouble of yet another fighting match. "And wait, James the train?"

"Yeah." Lemons eyes brightened slightly while looking at you. As if happy someone was asking him about his interest in the train show without attempting to shit on it. "A James. Impatient but gets shit done. Kinda determined too."

You blinked.

"Okay now I like him." You turned your gun over to Tangerine completely now, the man's eyes widening as he sputtered slightly.

"What?!"

You shrugged with an unbothered and downward turn of your lips. "He complimented me. Plus he wasn't the one who shot me in the leg."

"Come-fucken-on that was not a fucken compliment!!"

"I dunno bruv." Lemon shrugged, mirroring your earlier action. "It kinda was."

"Yeah, alright I definitely like you now."

"Oh come off it you bitch! Help me out here or I'll fuckin kill you before they shoot me!" Tangerine spat. You listened as Lemon snickered.

"Hey. I'm good at readin people wha' can I say. And they certainly aren't lookin to shoot any of us right now. That's not a very Jamss thing of them ta do." You sent Lemon a kind thank you—to which he returned it with a your welcome. Tangerine was left alone to seethe in anger.

"Stop that before you blow a gasket." You made a face, referring to the way Tangerines jaw clenched as if he were attempting to chew glass. "Your brother here, Lemon, is right. I don't really feel like carrying your lifeless body across this train right now. I just want to get my damn job done and then go see a cherry tree grove or something."

He grumbled whilst Lemon preened at your recognization of his correct assumption.

"Besides. I'd hate to shoot you in the face and ruin your best asset. Would really ruin my day more than it already has been." A loose sigh made it past your lips. "Fucking up shit is more your style anyways."

You could tell Tangerine was struggling with being of the receiving end of such a blatant compliment and insult on the same time—practically picking through his brain for a measurable response. Either way he was about to run his mouth, and you'd wasted enough time on the job already.

"If I see either of you pass by through my train car again, it better just be that: passing through. Anything else and I am not afraid to end up leaving a few people with ringing ears. Capishe?" The gun in your hands was nodded at strictly, the not so hidden threat being left out in the open for all to interpret.

"Loud and clear mate." Lemon grinned.

"Good. Now scram."

"Hold on love—"

"Call me love again, and I rip that mustache off and shove it straight up that ass of yours. Now ta-ra, or whatever pricks like you say." You were already leaving, so sadly you didn't get to see the look on Tangerines face as you walked off, really just wanting to finish that drink you'd left behind now. Although you wouldn't complain if you were to find something a bit stronger than soda. Especially after that.

The twins waited until you were out of the connecting room before either of them went to speak.

"You know." Lemon clamped a hand down on Tangerines arm with a toothy grin. "If I didn' know any better bruv, I would say tha' you have a thing for them. Not everyday you get a compliment on your ugly mug."

"Must have hit your head boarding. And get ya fucken greasy bitch ass hand off me." He snarled, swatting his brothers hand off his shoulder. "They just threatened to kill me for fucks sake. And I them!"

"I dunno. They seemed like they're a little partial to oranges themself."

"It's tangerines idiot! Tangerines!"

"Whatever. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

#tangerine x reader #tangerine #bullet train #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #bullet train x you #bullet train x y/n #fanfic #x reader #one shot #bullet train tangerine #assassin!reader #tangerine fanfiction #bullet train fanfic

[labuenosairesfrancaise]

Villa Solari (Italian collection VI)

Hace un instante

Hi guys!

I share the 6th building for the collection.

I took some liberties in this italian villa, but follow the floor plan for the piano nobile. This is a project from Guarini, who also designed the Carignano Palace.

It fits a 40x30 lot, and has a stais hall with the honour staricase and the seasons staircase. A formal dinning. A daily dinning, a library, severa sitting rooms, 2 main bedrooms with private sitting rooms + bathrooms. 

In the floor level, there is a biliard room, several servant spaces and a kitchen.

The second floor has several rooms + 2 distinguished gests rooms on each side of the house. 

As allways, you will need the usual CC I use: all of Felixandre, Tha Jim, SYB, Regal Sims, etc.

Early acces (April)

#sims 4 architecture #sims 4 build #sims4 #sims4play #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 historical #sims4building #sims4palace #sims 4 royalty #ts4 download #ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4cc #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 aesthetic

[comfys]

hi! where did you get the spiral staircase in your southern coastal home from and is it functional (with a mod ofc)? have a great day and happy holidays!!!

Hi. Yes, they it is functional! The mod is by thepancake1 and MizoreYukii and the staricase I used is by cowbuild (perma paywall, but there are ways of finding it ;)

[agarafile]

Gem is making a staricase in the side of the cliff so people can have easier access to visit. Which seems like a wonderful idea but I have a real bad feeling about this

#secret life smp #secret life #traffic series #geminitay #sheep live blogs

[obigem]

After their heartfelt handshake of friendship, Cam followed Val down to the lower level, Val insisting he allow Chad to bring his luggage to the car for him. But as he descended down the staircase, music floated up it.

"Is that Americana I hear?" Cam smiled curiosity piqued.

"While not 𝘮𝘺 favorite, your child volunteered the information that it's your favorite genre of music." Val replied.

"It is, but you didn't have to play it for our farewell."

"Oh, I'm aware, but that isn't the reason."

As Cam rounded the staricase he soon learned why.

When he finally laid eyes on the display, Cam's eyes couldn't help but get a little misty.

"Val, you shouldn't have. You did this for me? Really?"

"Well, this time together wasn't entirely unpleasant and at Hangry Bob's, you seemed a bit despondent."

"Chad and Leanne seemed to think this would be a proper way to send you off as a way to say I hope you stay well, Mr. Fletcher."

"I appreciate it Val." Cam smiled. "And you can call me Cameron. In fact, I'd like you to."

"I see. Cameron it is then."

"Well, it seems like everyone is out there cutting a rug. Shall we join them?"

"You want me to dance?" Val rose an eyebrow.

"It's a party, my party, so yeah, let's dance!"

"OK, but I warn you, dancing makes me tense."

"It's fine, it'll be fun, right?"

"I suppose I can try."

#fletcher legacy gen 1.5 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #side plott #Cameron Fletcher #Valerian Plott

[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader(Male)

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: Smut, friends to lovers

Author's Note: -

Summary: While on a mission out of Beacon Hills, you and Malia find you need to book into a motel. Everything seems fine until you realise one thing: There's Only One Bed.

The wind blew relentlessly, rustling the trees and forcing leaves off their branches while a constant, sharp noise, perhaps the swooshing of the ice-cold midnight breeze, filled the air.

There had been a surge in supernatural emergencies lately, leading Scott to order the pack to split up in twos and deal with them. To your absolute surprise and delight, he had paired you with Malia. You could work well together with anyone, but given the choice, you'd pick her. You'd always thought fondly of her. You admired her curt responses and found her honest --sometimes brutally honest-- personality irresistible. Not to mention; you found her attractive, gorgeous infact, but you weren't going to make a move tonight, not so soon after her breakup with Stiles. Besides, you were out on business.

This little crush had always made you nervous around her, leading you to be unnecessarily nice to her. Wether it was always paying attention to her over the chaotic exchanges of dialogue during a pack meeting or leaping out of your seat at her mere mentioning of needing a favour, you couldn't control yourself around her, but you were aiming to keep yourself in check tonight.

You were lost in the middle of North Louisiana with no service and the rain had just started coming down. You and Malia jogged through the muddy terrain until, finally, you stumbled upon a motel.

"This should do for the night", Malia says, to which you nod.

The door creaked open slowly as you stepped inside. You approached the front desk while Malia squeezed the water out of her hair and scraped some mud off her boots.

There was an old, wrinkly woman with grey hair and pale skin behind the desk. She held a curmudgeonous expression and never broke eye contact with you. You approached her and lifted a finger so as to speak, and, just as your mouth had opened, you were subsequently interrupted, "Only one room left", she said in a shrill voice.

"We'll take it", you said without further inquiry about the accomodations as you gazed out a small window and took in the inclement weather outside. You threw a few dollars onto the desk and she handed you a pair of bronze keys in return. You turned around and jingled them at Malia, signalling her to follow you to the room. Before you left the lobby you picked up your bags, and, being the gentleman that you were, carried both your luggages, of which there were only two medium sized suitcases filled with clothes and essential supplies.

The hollow floorboards echoed the sounds of your footsteps as you ascended the staricase. You placed the suitcases on the floor and the key in the lock, moving it slowly in a clockwise motion before opening the door.

Grabbing the suitcases by their handles once more, you lifted them off the ground and swung the door open as you stepped inside. The room was small. It had an antique, wooden style of interior designing that, despite not being of the greatest quality, constituted a warm, cozy feeling. It seemed fine until you noticed one problematic detail: There's only one bed.

"Crap!", You exclaimed.

Malia, who was standing behind you, surged forward in a small panic. "What?", She asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"There's only one bed".

"Oh... Well, we'll make do", she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

You were shocked. It baffled you how nonchalant her response was and how she dismissed the situation as if it was nothing. You pulled out your blanket and started setting it on the floor when Malia questioned you.

"What are you doing?".

"You can have the bed", you said chivalrously

"*your name*, that looks extremely uncomfortable. Plus, I'm pretty sure there's termites on that floor".

"I'll be fine".

"We can share the bed".

"Oh, no I- I couldn't".

Malia rolled her eyes, grabbed your blanket and threw it onto the bed, "Really, it's fine".

"Don't you... Uhh", you started nervously.

"Yeah?", She asked.

"Don't you think sharing a bed is kinda... Intimate?".

She chuckled. "That's cute", she said jokingly, to which you didn't laugh, but rather looked on nervously. She sighed. "Look, we had a long day, we're both really tired. We're probably gonna fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. Nothing's gonna happen, I promise".

"...Okay", you said hesitantly, before removing your shoes, climbing onto the bed and turning the lamp light off.

Later that night...

Neither of you were asleep. You twisted and turned, trying to do anything to force yourself asleep but nothing worked, you just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

As you adjusted your pillow, Malia pulled the blanket you were sharing closer to her, leaving a part of your body exposed. "Rude", you joked. Then you heard her shiver, and you knew something was wrong. It was the weather, it was getting to her.

"Hey, are you sick?", You asked.

"Shapeshifters can't get sick", she replied.

"Then what's wrong?".

"Incase you forgot I used to have a fur coat", she said curtly as she shivered again.

"Oh, right... Is there anything I can do?".

She paused, "...Yeah, actually... There is". She turned around to face you and brought your body closer to her's. You were chest to chest. She placed one hand on your abdomen and the other around your neck as she brought her head closer to your's.

"This making you feel better?", You asked as you furrowed your brow.

"Yeah. Your body temperature is hotter than mine, it's helping me stay warm so the cold doesn't affect me as much".

"Anything I can do to help", you said hesitantly. It made you nervous when you noticed just how close your bodies were.

She paused again. "Are you ok?", She asked.

"Yeah, of course. Why?".

"'Cause your heart is beating like, really fast".

You noticed she had her hand on your chest. "Yeah... I'm fine".

"That was a lie".

"What?".

"Your heart rate increased again... Something's bothering you". She pulled your face closer to her's so that you were looking at each other eye to eye. "Tell me what's wrong".

"I guess... I was kinda nervous about sharing a bed with you".

"Why?", She asked, to which she recieved no response. "*Your name*, do... Do you like me?", Again she recieved no response.

You simply turned your face away from her, almost in embarrassment. Your response, or lack thereof, said everything.

"Why didn't you say something before?", She asked.

You struggled to respond, "I don't know... I guess I just thought it was so soon after you broke up with Stiles; I didn't say anything because... I didn't know if you'd feel the same way".

"That was stupid...", she said bluntly as she ran her hand through your hair and placed one finger on your face, "...Because I do". She brought her lips to your's as she cupped your cheek.

You pulled her closer by her waist and reciprocated the kiss, gently moving against her tongue and softly squeezing her lips. Then, you pulled apart. A look of uncertainty on both your faces. Malia pulled her hands away from her body and reached down, to the edges of her shirt before pulling it over her head. "I thought you said you were cold", you said playfully.

"I was thinking we could heat things up".

You chuckled and did the same. Pulling off your shirt before helping Malia onto your waist as you slid under her. She ran her hands over your abs and as you reached for her, she grabbed your hands by the wrists and pushed them down against the bed. You struggled against her grip as she held you down, "I have super strength", she said. Eventually you stopped, and allowed Malia to take control. Still pinning you down, she kissed you on the cheek and made her way down. She left a trail of kisses across your neck and even on your chest, each one earning a small moan from you.

Then, she released her grip on your wrists. Letting you free. Waisting no time you flipped both of you over, now you were on top. You followed suit as you kissed her, then moved down, to her neck, and to her torso, enjoying each small moan she let out.

"Unhook my bra", she commanded as she lifted her body off the bed, allowing you to reach behind her and undo it before tossing it aside.

She pulled playfully at the elastic fabric on your boxer shorts, awaiting your consent. "Do it", you said breathlessly as she slipped them off.

"Now me", she said, to which you obliged and removed her pants. You were both fully exposed now. Vulnerable to each other in the highest form of intimacy.

You brought your head down, closer to her's, and once again kissed her on the side of the neck. This time you spread your legs apart, prompting her to do the same as you grabbed her by her lower waist. You moved into her slowly, earning one long, audible moan as she threw her head back in delight. She placed one hand on your buttocks and squeezed it hard as she guided you into a motion. You moved in unison, by the waist, front and back, creating a pleasurable sensation for the both of you.

"F-f-faster", she said as your hips started to press against each other even harder. As the springs in the bed started to break under pressure, it coincided with the noise of your moans, growing louder and louder until it burnt you out.

After some time, you slowed down. Tiredly, you laid your head against Malia's chest as she fell back into the pillow until finally; you achieved a mutual climax. Both your hands fell to your sides and you pulled away from her, falling to her side once again, and eventually, somewhere in the night, you fell asleep.

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Shining Force II Encyclopedia - Act 4: The Holy War Between Light and Darkness

[Read on Neocities]

A reunion with a friend twists into a cruel battle. After the great final clash, what did the boy see...?

Finally the boy and his friends have returned to the nostalgic Grans Island. The once lush land is now a dark island where devils run rampant. In order to reseal the devils, and return peace to the world, the Shining Force heads to where the final battle shall take place, the Ancient Tower.

Until they reach the tower, countless devils attempt to stop them. Defeating the enemy's generals, they arrive at last. The encounter with the final enemy commander, isn't it a cruel joke of fate?

But losing there would make this whole journey in vain. The Shining Force has overcome numerous hardships, the hopes of everyone they've met at stake in these battles.

The boy fights, getting over his sadness. To destroy the evil within the tower. To finish the task entrusted to them...

He carries the world's fate in his hands, and his sword strikes true.

Now, he becomes a hero...!

Event no.26

The Ascetic Monks' Cabin

-A small cabin along the mountain range

Due to Geshp's interference, the force could not arrive at Arc Valley when returning to Grans. Instead, they come upon a cabin close to the mountains.

Come no matter what to save and heal!

A bit to the west of where the ship landed, right next to the mountain range is a lone building, the ascetic monks' cabin. Ignoring it leads straight to battle. The Master Monk who owns the cabin can heal the party and save. This place serves as a strategical base in Grans Island.

Battle no.35

To Roft Village

-Straight west through the thin and long peninsula!

Bowie and his team head west, where Galam castle is, and then the Ancient Tower further south. The first step is reaching the village of Roft west to the ascetic monks' cabin.

Event no.27

Roft Village

-A quiet small village in the ravine

A small village in the ravine. Being close to the devil army's stronghold, the villagers are scared of being invaded by Galam's army. We must return peace to the island, fast!

Restore your forces well and prepare for battle

In a house to the north on elevated terrain, the group finds the person who once had the Sky Orb. The devil army stole the orb and wounded him deeply. To trample on his dreams of flying over the whole world, the devils are unforgivable!

Outside of village to the west, strong enemies await. Save after healing those who need and buying items from the shops. After fighting in the Prism Flower Zone, return and save again.

Battle no.36

Prism Flower Zone

-Terrifying plant weapons await

Geshp persists in obstructing the Shining Force's way. This time, he challenges the group with strange flowers that shoot deadly lazers.

Battle no.37

To Galam Castle

-The journey continues to the land of memories of how it all started

Geshp appears once more in front of Bowie's team. The next assassin is the fighting monster feared in all of the island, Red Baron.

Battle no.38

Small Ancient Shrine 1

-Strong enemies block the way to the small ancient shrine

The final moment for Geshp, tactician of the devil army! Having hindered the Shining Force all this time, what is the evil genius planning now?

Event no.28

Yeel Village's Underground

-Make preparations before heading to the final battle

The once peaceful mountain village has too fallen prey to the Galam army. But the villagers have gathered underground and continue to live that way.

Searching for the villager one house at a time, the entrance to the underground will be found

The village of Yeel is on the way to the small ancient shrine. Since Granseal is no more, might as well try visiting this place. In the village, there are no people to be seen, but while searching for them, a staricase to the underground can be found on some building. The truth is that the people of Yeel have been hiding underground to avoid the advance of the Galam army.

There's someone to talk to in a corner of this basement. His name is Chaz. As son of the sage Hawel, he has been working on his research here after Hawel's death. Listening to him should clarify the whole story behind this crisis.

There are also items to buy here, so it's a good place to prepare before heading to the shrine.

As the group is about to leave, someone appears in front of them. Wearing a deep crimson armor, this man is...!?

Battle no.39

Small Ancient Shrine 2

-Take down the enemy squad guarding the shrine!

The Shining Force is right before the ancient shrine. The devil army has lost their tactician, now let the clash between the two armies begin!

Event no.29

Small Ancient Shrine

-What slumbers deep within the shrine!?

After winning countless battles, the forces arrives at the small ancient shrine. In its depths lie a weapon to defeat the devils.

There's a secret in the walls where the jewels were!!

The small shrine where everything started. A weapon necessary to defeat the devils is here. But said weapon is sealed deep within the shrine. The power of the Jewels of Light and Darkness is necesary to undo the seal.

When the wall where the jewels were opens, the most powerful weapon shall be attained.

Event no.30

Devil Statue + Three-dimensional Maze

-A door opens to the ultimate battle

The opened chasm prevents entering the Ancient Tower, the stage for the ultimate battle. We must search for another entrance!

The path to the devil army's stronghold is a complex maze, to lead astray all who enter!

Where the Granseal castle once stood is now a giant chasm. And the Ancient Tower stands within this hole. They must find some other way to enter it. Investigating carefully the tower's surroundings, they find a mysterious statue that wasn't there before. Looking closer at this frightening devil statue, there should be something off. A path to the tower appears when the devil opens its mouth.

Inside the statue is a three-dimensional maze over lava. In the center of the maze lies a giant gate. This gate is the only path to the Ancient Tower. Breathrough this complicated maze, and head to the ultimate battle.

Battle no.40

VS Odd Eye

-At last, crossing swords with the strongest rival

A terrific battle unfolds in a floating battlefield! A fateful confrontation with one who held a secret now begins!!

Battle no.41

Climbing the Ancient Tower

-What awaits at the highest floors of the tower!?

The Shining Force has defeated Odd Eye, and goes up the Ancient Tower. The devil army is here as well. Scatter and defeat the enemies, and head for the top floors!

Battle no.42

VS King Galam

-Stop the evil ritual summoning the Demon King

The ritual to Demon King Zeon will begin, using Princess Elis as a sacrifice. Defeat King Galam, and bring peace back to the world!

#shining series #shining force 2 #shining force 2 encyclopedia #i'm free #nothingness of these last two acts aside i'm at least happy to have SF2 content in this blog at last #as in translation content #also i'm not exactly free #the battle strategies have some funny doodles i'd like to translate #but since those are funnies with no extra info i'm not in a hurry

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i love playing minecraft because i'll make the most beautiful thing aboveground to house a spiral staricase to literally Just A Fucking Cave

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12 Days of Manga (2022)

Day 5: Favourite Art: Witch Hat Atelier by Kamome Shirahama from Kodansha (T: Stephen Kohler L: Lys Blakeslee E:Ajani Oloye)

[ID: Double Page Spread from Witch Hat Atelier. It is a digital image but done in a dip-pen style. A man with short white hair and small circular glases with the left lens blacked out (Qifrey) looks out of a circular window “My Atelier. And your new place of study.” A girl with middle length hair that blows in the wind (Coco) leans out of the window with a look of awe. Below them are rolling fields, forrests and hills. There is a small english style cottage but with three pointed roofs that look like witches’ hats.] 

Whenever I had Witch Hat recommended to me, the artwork was always its first selling point and now having finally read the first 4 volumes this year, I can whole heartedly agree with that sentiment. Yet I feel as though the illustrations, reminicent of Germanic Fairytales, do more than just look beautiful. Shirahama’s use of dip pen techniques reflects that of the magic system in the series. This not only helps create a cohesive style throughout the book, but in turn helps make the book itself feel magical. As though you are holding in your hands a piece of that same universe, where anything is possible so long as you know the correct lines to draw.

I know that in ten years people will be crediting this manga as their inspiration for getting into comics, in the same way people today credit Sailor Moon, and I cannot wait to see what comes from that!

[ID: Panel 1) A small wobbly drawn circle has small elements of it begin to float up. Panel 2) Coco looks on in amazement with a pen in one hand. The background is black, with white light surrounding her as the magic takes effect. Panel 3) She grasps her hands to her mouth as her eyes sparkle with amazement and joy, she appars close to tears.]

Shirahama’s imagination is so vivid and wonderful, I love seeing the animals and landscapes she creates. It makes her world feel uniquely her own, whilst also seemlessly seeping into the existing canon of stories. It’s as if she took every trope, idea and creation in western fairytales and then found a way to make them all entirely her own!

[ID: The walls of an underwater castle city on th right, with a school of fish and three flippered whales swim in the background.]

[ID: A large tree with many knarled and curling branches grows up in the center of a magical shop room. There’s a staricase that spirals around it and up to the next floor. There is a rocking chair and a foot stool at the base of th tree. A lamp hangs from one of the branches.] 

Reading this book feels like I’m discovering something from long ago, whilst its outlook and characters feel incredibly modern at the same time. I’ve been told that there are several disabled characters to be introduced later in the series, and I am excited to see how they are depicted. I will be sure to keep you posted on that. Currently I am just enjoying that Qifrey wears a black out lens just like I do for my Myasthenia Gravis!

[ID: Photo of Witch Hat Aterlier Vol 3 depicting Qifry on the cover. Sitting on top of the book is a pair of purple rimmed square glasses, the right lens completely balcked out.]

#Seinen #witch hat atelier #manga #art #12 days of manga #12 days of manga 2022

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Daniel Sherman imagine

Dear friends on tumblr, this is first in series of imagines about characters and people that do not have enough fanfics written.

Rest of my imagines/one shots you can find in my wattpad book Imagines that is being filled continuously by new stories.

I am challenging myself to write at least one thousand words a day, for a week.

Hope you enjoy!

He was a friend of a friend.

Eddie's dinner parties were famous for they were cozy glamour. everybody knew about them, everybody wanted to be there, but only his friends were at the table, part of secret conversations laced with laughter and world politics and ideas so big his country manor was not big enough to hold their brilliance. He had regulars, like y/n; they were those two people who will forever stand by each other even when the other is wrong, that was the nature of their bond. Occasionally, Ed would add to value of conversations by inviting minds that he found to be fascinating so he wanted to see if there is any true to media image, if they can live up to  potential they are selling, or purely out of curiosity to see how they would fare in company of his little band of intellectual elite.  

And sometimes, coincidently, they were y/n crushes.  That is, celebrity crushes. Because y/n was his favorite person in entire universe. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do to see her happy. 

And that's how Daniel found himself at Ed's dinner party and upon getting comfortable with  that crowd, Ed and y/n made sure he feels that way, he started to hang out with this peculiar lot that never ceased to find things that inspire them to inspire others around them to wake up and participate in small acts of rebellion against perpetuate narratives littered with boxes society tries to sort it's wonders, all efforts discussed at oak table covered with always the crispest tablecloth in Ed's dim dining room, the way they are all lost in vain hope for things to change. 

Their story has been written in secret glances under chandeliers, reflection caught in champagne mist soft gilded portraits of passing love taking up on chance of forever. 

He never made it known about his ever growing affection. picking up his glass giving that side eye smirk blue pools glistening like he is still Lorenzo cunning devil in disguise seeing another possible prize. The conversations would always be on staircase away from everybody else. What was found what was saw, they never shared over courses of meal and birthday cakes. It's almost like they had unspoken agreement to keep whatever it is that is happening between flickers of candlelight tucked between heart beats that flickered and trembled in those stolen stares. 

Even ed never figured it out.  

One winter Daniel found y/n sinking at the bottom of lake, dragged her out and brought her back to life. Little fox fought him had him pinned to the icy ground,  who gave you right to decide for me should i live or not?

Cold didn't bite their skin. His blue devoured her. Her anger frozen in place couldn't remember what brought her here. Except that she sees her reflection drowning in his eyes and he is reaching for her through blue and that breathing is hard. It was the crack that his head made when it hit ice underneath that brought them back to the bank. Hearts stopped. None could explain hearts screamed heaved for air she ran to the forest he watched her leave cursing himself for not having one coherent thought. He finally understood what they mean when they say it's different every time it's never the same twice. 

Later on another dinner party they met again, passingly on staricase with glass of bourbon in his hand he asked y/n if all is alright now. Both seem to extend their contract of unspoken affection and sworn loyality when he mentioned nothing to ed who's heart would sink if he knew how y/n really feels about being alive. 

Beginning of spring saw ringing bells occasions and stained dresses and discarded veils and people thinking they are ghosts with their secret businesses they have no business doing when it concerns breaking heart you promised to love only little while ago yet you are already letting it down. 

y/n and Ed graced the party with their presence as they tended to do. Getting high in bathroom before reception to get them through pain of yet another knife to heart that beats for someone it cannot have yet other hearts get to be attached to no sufferings. What a cruel destiny it is to love what cannot be. They both missed someone that healing never dulls in colors. 

Fashion crimes deep cleavages perfectly forced poise stretching their dignity on dance floor to forget their average boring lives.

'Gosh they are all fake' y/n said with champaign glass still full, sititing at pink clothed table feeling nothing knowing how quickly laughter in selfies becomes home shared with stranger.

"Where you going?" Ed was out of it. All was in colors apparently illusion is what keeps him hooked, his best friend lightest of all for he loved her dearly and held onto her for a way home. 

y/n flew back to their meadow that same night.

Wrapped herself in big coat then went haunting her mansion one candle flickering downstairs. 

Ghost of y/n passed by windows on staricase overloooking stretch of meadow, siluete with too heavy heart to ever find peace in common things. Love made her sad, loving made her crazy, loneliness chew on bones of kid who wanted so much but always felt stuck no matter what she did no matter what she found. 

y/n stopped at dirty weathered window on mezanin. Someone opened it. There was no memory  of doing it that she could recall. Perhaps she has. It doesn't matter if ghosts or angels roamed this place. By morning all will be leaving her with burden of things no one can explain why they hurt so much when they don't even have name, these feelings of balance being off, lovers dead lost to world that never carries their echoes back to her.

Pulled by threads from wanderings, fragile soul stopped in its tracks breathing in crisp morning air from open window. 

In the distance thorough fog gathering on outskirts of meadow where forest begins, she sees a siluete taking form until it's figure emerging form a dream coming across meadow between weeds and dead flowers.

In unbuttoned coat and hastily thrown sweater black jeans messy halo, he is a character he is darcy they are living the dawn scene

She laughs despite herself before collapsing again into her shell. 

y/n stalks the path though overgown grass, tenticles of fog leading her to him, across wisps of grass  stood on their peaks to see where love is being layed to be killed or to be delivered into heaven.

Breathless both rosy cheeks dew in hair its wet its velvet piercing blue they really are like in fanfics in this milky morning fairytale prince in old sweater fair hairs on his face days spent in unrest tormented by heart and soul begging to be given a voice. 

At first they just stand there very formal neither knowing what to say how to approach what is happening between them they feel it both but never discussed it so this seas is getting deeper and fall is more deadly with each passing moment

"he called you" 

"he didn't need to"

"you must be cold"

"you must be tired"

y/n takes his hand from under too long sleeve of his coat and kisses his cold knuckles. 

"i am sorry for being confused at times" murmurs into his skin holding it reverently. 

"no, I beg you to forgive me. for my confused heart. if i could i would take all your confusion and make it my own. so you don't have to waste another moment of your life in nothing but pure undiluted happiness and absolute comfort. "

y/n smiled softly.

"but then you wouldn't love me this way.  if you saw all demons that make me"

"my love for you cannot be tainted bc its already at the bottom of the ocean where i find my peace in memories of you. i am dead man y/n. only word from you can save me."

She comes closer, he hold his breath, drops of early dew hanging on tips of his hair that fell on his face. he ran out of renaissance painting, Uffizi will be looking for him, entire world that has taste in art will be after them.

"its okay" y/n breaths out with small smile, resting her forehead on his, as first ray of sun kisses their cheeks (lips).

We are safe here with each other. We can fight them all. If we steal just one more moment in this dawn of one beautiful beginning. 

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