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dailycass-cain · 3 months

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As promised many months ago to end this day, here's a 🧵of the insanity Cassandra Cain's "human" body can do due to what David Cain put her through (besides the two obvious ones of body language and various forms of killing he trained her in).

The best issue that showcases that is of course Batgirl Vol. 1 #14 where various government agencies look at the footage Cass got caught filmed in.

The first few pages are literally showcasing how inhuman, but still bordering on human she is due to what David Cain put her through.

This is always fully covered throughout Batgirl Volume 1 and is usually forgotten when writers and editors tend to have their job. Not saying any names or storylines of any RECENT kind where a WAR broke out in GOTHAM.

is still salty YES

We've seen Cass's speed all the time throughout the Puckett run. To just showcase the prior issue's bullet dodging or her issue of Tim (#18) be child's play (along with her taking several shots up close and dodging each one from a certain corrupt government bastard).

Nah the best example of Cass's true "speed" is in #34 facing the mob boss Ving and his gang.

Yeah, you're seeing that right she is faster than a freaking bullet. Surprising how SOME seem to forget that in other comics. 🙄

Something even Batgirls remembered (#15) when Cass was playing shogun dodge with Cluemaster who was trying to shoot her with a shotgun.

But what of Cassandra's strength? Just how strong is she really?

#19 where Cass is faced with the obstacle of three-inch quartz preventing her from escaping a gas chamber. So let's examine just how thick three-inch quartz is.

Well, let's google just that.

A SEVEN on the hardness scale. Further research says that it can only crack due to "extreme impacts" which wouldn't ya know:

As for her body itself, Batgirl/Ghost: The Ressurection Machine #3 suggests this about Cass being immune to A LOT of poisons:

Something Batgirl Vol. 1 "sort of" delves in #50 when both she and Bruce are doused with a new batch of super drug but it turns out they were both immune to it due to them being built differently than normal humans.

This is all the more surprising because a few issues prior to (#46) Cass is doused with a version of it, but you could say given what she "sees" Cass is under A LOT of stress (the building tension with Bruce, Babs breaking up with Dick, Superboy/Black Wind stuff). Plus she does "sort of" snap out of it to beat the bad guys in that issue.

Just like in #51 she avoids the pheromones to Poison Ivy even though she is showing signs of falling under the hormones but snaps out of it due to willpower (something Bruce was almost succumbing to before he fully snapped out of it too).

It really feels like "this anti-poison" ability Cass had was all but forgotten once the series ended. Of course, naturally with a certain "infamous" story ONE YEAR LATER, but also Batman & Robin Eternal as she is affected by Fear Toxin (among other stuff too).

#9 & #59 showcase that David Cain shot Cass regularly so much that she can not even feel it. This could explain also HOW she was eventually able to dodge bullets and become so fast.

#22 also showcases this as well so this is not something simply just randomly put in. This was something the writers wanted to show the sickening lengths David Cain put Cass through.

Again, #14 brought up Cass's metabolism and how off the charts it was. I think something we just overlooked is that in #26 Cass slept for 20 hours a day for four days (or perhaps longer) straight until she fully recovered from fighting Lady Shiva.

That's not even going under the amount of food she consumes. This little detail was first showcased in #39 when Cass ate like she was freaking Goku.

This little bit of detail was brought back in #66 when she ordered THREE burgers (I'm assuming with everything on it) with three sides of fries and a BIG milk.

Amusingly, this detail was recently brought back in Nightwing #106 & #108 where she FEASTED on who knows how many pancakes.

Lastly, I feel this bit is worth mentioning as well from #47 with Doctor Lewis Friedman who started the theory on body language that David Cain made a frightening reality with Cass (shame he was never brought up again after this issue).

All this isn't even counting on the extremely LONG hours of shower time Cass picked up in the Gabrych run that even Willingham's Robin (which went on during this) teased (something again Batgirls kept up on).

So there you have it. The utter anomaly that is the body of one Cassandra Cain.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #insane things Cass can do #cass built differently

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rock-swag-tournament · 10 months

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Mineral Swag Tournament Finals

Okay y'all, this is it. The FINAL for the Mineral Swag Tournament.

Fluorite.

Fluorite is a fantastic mineral. It would not have gotten this far otherwise. It comes in a ton of colors, it naturally forms both octahedra and cubes (and massive deposits), and it show brilliant bright blue color under UV light. Fluorescence (the phenomena) is named that because of fluorite!

It also does this fun thing (that other minerals do as well, but it is common among fluorite) where it changes color as it forms because of changing impurities in the solution from which it grows! Elements like iron, copper, manganese, chromium (and more!) can replace individual ions in fluorite's chemical structure and cause the light to reflect different wavelengths and we therefore see that as a different color. This can also happen if a fluorite ion is missing because the sample has been irradiated (for example) and NOTHING replaces it and so the light still reflects in a different way! That is one of the ways we get purple fluorite and this method of producing color is known as color centers.

Of course, not all fluorite fluoresces. Not all fluorite forms cubes or octahedra. Some fluorite is colorless. Some of it looks like an ugly little piece of translucent rock. Or a vein of purple mineral in a crack between two other rocks. It would be irresponsible for me to insinuate that all fluorite is this majestic.

But there are some properties that you will always find in fluorite. It has four directions of cleavage. It is the defining mineral for a 4 on the Mohs hardness scale. It will always be made of calcium and fluoride in a 1:2 ratio. These things are some of what define fluorite as a distinct mineral!

Opal.

Opal is a beautiful gemstone. Please note that I did not call it a "beautiful mineral" because it is not technically a mineral. It is a solid, inorganic substance with a defined chemical formula, but it lacks the specific crystal structure which minerals MUST have to be considered a mineral.

This crystal structure is the entire reason why fluorite is capable of forming cubes and octahedra. And why garnet forms dodecahedra and beryl forms columns and so on. Opal only comes in those fun little oval shaped stones because it was cut that way! Fluorite forms cubes because it just knows how. Otherwise, opal forms shapeless masses that fracture rather than cleave (fluorite cleaves--four ways). That being said, opal's lack of crystal structure allows it to sometimes be iridescent.

After all, there is a reason opal made it this far. When it shines, it is beautiful. There are several varieties of precious opal (opal that displays its trademark play-of-color/iridescence) and they are all very fun to look at. These precious opals are made of microscopic silica spheres that light reflects off of in weird ways and causes opal to look like it is glittering with a dozen different colors.

However, one would be remiss to forget common opal! Some opal is milky white or a translucent blue, and if you're going to love opal at her fire opal, you better also love her at her common opal.

Here are some raw pieces of opal (common opal on the left). Note how they break irregularly. They have conchoidal fracture, which both quartz and normal glass (all of which are just silica) also have. I personally think conchoidal fracture is pretty neat.

Also, while the opals on the right would still be considered precious opal, they are what the average person is likely to find. Just little bits of iridescence here and there.

And, like fluorite, while not all opals have all of the cool features, they do have some similarities. They will always have conchoidal fracture if they break. And they will always be made of hydrated SiO2.

...That's all I have for these guys, I think! I hope I have been as impartial (and accurate) as possible while presenting these, your FINAL mineral swag contestants. If you have any questions or anything, let me know. The Rock Swag Tournament will start shortly after this concludes! Submit your rocks here! And specific rock formations or named rock varieties here!

#vote fluorite ;)#mineral swag finals #minerals #opal #fluorite #geology #as always send an ask or make a comment and i'll do my best to answer questions #if you just tag a question i might not see it but i do try and read all the tags because i like seeing what y'all have to say

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vivianacht · 4 months

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drunken stupor. (lucifer morningstar x named!reader)

in which the lightbringer and a very inebriated jophiel converse solemnly about their melancholic tumbles from grace.

content and warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, swearing, angst of course. the reader in this is named jophiel and lucifer’s fall is not lore accurate because i wanted them to be able to empathize with the reader at least a bit. just sad lesbians being sad lesbians guys !❤️❤️

word count: about 2,963 give or take.

✨special thanks to @agathaandgwenslesbian , my biggest inspiration.

— “ walk with me, little lamb…

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your fall from grace was less than justified.

scrubbing the Morning Star’s quartz floors with fury, you reminisced about your time in heaven, your once beautiful wings, plumed and well groomed with beautiful white feathers and a holy glow that you wore so, so well. now you had no wings, just stubs that once were soft appendages that signified your sacred position in the gates of heaven. how you missed the bright light of the heavens, the smell of chrysanthemums and what you could only describe as purity that filled your senses. the heavenly experience was truly something you longed for again.

but you were being punished. you were being punished because you had feelings, feelings for a mortal and you acted upon them with great sin. you felt stupid. you cursed yourself. stupid, stupid, stupid. every day you spent in Lucifer’s kingdom you dreaded, and the longer you were there the more you longed for your mortal companion whom you assumed had moved on by now as all mortals do. that thought pained you.

and that Morning Star, the Lord of Lies, the Lightbringer - to you, the light-take-away-er. if the scent of sulfur and rotting wood and burning flesh in the air wasn’t enough, you had Lucifer over your shoulder almost constantly, their piercing blue eyes observing, watching, all-seeing and all-knowing of every thought you had about the place. and they absolutely relished in your suffering, which made you all the more infuriated.

what seemed to make you the angriest though was why Lucifer bothered to pester you about how you fell. after all, they didn’t give two fucks about you, your position, your job, how you felt. you constantly refused to tell them, which made them ask more, and more, and more, and more, until they made you snap like a weak tether. until you would scream at them to stop asking, beg them to stop being so fucking nosy so you could wallow in self pity without being mocked and bothered by your fall. and yet they did not care, and carried on anyways.

today was different. you finished your duties, setting the scrub brush back into your bucket and dusting off your white robe that the lightbringer picked for you - and specifically for you, you noticed, because everyone else dressed in a darker solid color. you sighed and lifted the heavy bucket of suds, straining your arms to some extent before a gentle hand laid itself on your shoulder. well, speak of the devil.

“wonderful to see you working so hard, sweetling. i take it you’ve finished your chores, hm?” their voice rang like a gong against your eardrums. you grumbled, turning slowly on your heels to face them.

“yes, my lord.” you answered plainly, gazing down at the dirty soapy liquid in your bucket.

“well… you know, Jophiel, i never thought i would find myself commending you for your hard work, but you’ve polished my floors wonderfully. they’re so pretty, aren’t they? pure quartz tiles. white and angelic.” they wore a small grin, eyes examining you and your figure. that comment seemed to have struck a nerve with you as your brows furrowed, which only made them chuckle in response.

“is there anything else you plan to assign to me, my lord…” you asked with a clenched jaw, feeling like you would’ve blown a gasket then and there.

“why, yes, there is. walk with me, little lamb.” Lucifer held out their hand for you to take, which you did not. their smile faded as they lowered their hand. you set the bucket down, staying close to them, refusing to look at them.

you and Lucifer walked in silence, treading to their chambers. they did not typically allow servants such as yourself in their space, as they seemed to be extremely anxious about it being kept private, but seeing as how they only took interest in you, you knew you were an exception to their peculiar rule of ‘my eyes only’. entering the room bombarded you with… pleasantry, which surprised you, and you gave lucifer a short glance, perking a brow as you looked around and took in the scenery and new scent.

for the first time since you fell you smelled something sweeter than sulfur, something less putrid than rot and death. this was comforting, a sultry vanilla and spice. of course you had never been in here before, why would you be? the newness of it all was almost overwhelming. lucifer took a seat in the sofa nearest the fireplace, leaning forward to pat the chair across from them in which you assumed you were supposed to sit in. as you plopped down into the seat you felt nearly swallowed by the comfortable cushion of the chair, the soft texture of the arms. you gazed around the room again, admiring the carved marble of their fireplace, and their neatly made bed, which they probably made themselves. you didn’t blame them for that.

as much as you hate to admit it, they had quite the sense of decoration and knew what sort of furniture belonged where. it reminded you of your mortal companion’s home… how you missed her.

“my lord,” you cleared your throat, but you dared not make eye contact with them, knowing your place after it was beaten into you by Mazikeen, “why have you called me here… are you going to make a fool of me again? ask me about how i fell?”

the Lightbringer chuckled, reaching for the bottle of wine and two conveniently placed glasses from the small side table next to them, pouring you a glass and one for themself. “no, sweet Jophiel. i think i’ve been going about it all wrong, we are strangers after all, hm? tell me about yourself.”

no. you weren’t strangers. you knew who they were and they knew well who you were by now. you just… did not know enough about them, and they didn’t know much about you besides what they could force out of you.

“i was heaven’s messenger.” you muttered, cautiously taking the glass of crimson liquid they handed to you. “i was one of the elite, the favored, the most beautiful divine.”

“tell me something i haven’t already heard.” they took a small sip from their own glass, side eyeing the fireplace for a moment. “i hear that all the time, what makes you special?”

you were at a loss of words, truly, nearly angered again as they uttered that sentence. you would dare call them blasphemous, but not to their face, or to anyone else. you grumbled as you chose your next words carefully. “i’m special because i nearly had a chance to return.”

Lucifer’s color drained from their face, as if their porcelain skin could get any lighter. for a moment they glared at you with a fire that burned like a thousand furious suns. that was their dream. that’s what they’ve been longing for this whole time and their fucking servant gets the chance? “and, how did you manage to accomplish that feat?”

“i was simply close with the messenger angels. we were all tight knit and spent most of our time together.” you shrugged, finishing off your glass of wine as your eyes slowly met Lucifer’s exasperated gaze.

their look suddenly softened, and a gentle smile pursed their lips. “i’m happy you received that chance. i’m sure you were beyond disappointed with the idea that you were ineligible in the end?”

“i was.” you nodded slowly, watching curiously as Lucifer leaned forward to fill your glass again. this time there was more, as they seemed to no longer care how much you consumed, their sudden pang of hatred towards you creating thick tension.

“what a shame.” they handed you the bottle, not feeling up to another glass as they set theirs to the side. you watched them tap two long fingers against their knee, thinking carefully about their next words. what would they say to you? their eyes occasionally flicked to the bottle of wine in your hands as you poured glass after glass in awkward silence, the silence slowly becoming comfortable silence as you felt warmth rise in your chest, your cheeks flushing, the world around you appearing as though you had astigmatism.

finally breaking the silence you spoke up, drunken thoughts becoming drunken confessions as your soft sigh caught the Lightbringer’s attention. “i miss her.”

“miss whom?” Lucifer asked, perplexed by the randomness of that statement, leaning back against the sofa cushions.

“my mortal…” your speech didn’t slur yet. your mortal? Lucifer was interested now, their attention focused on nothing but you.

“you… loved a mortal?” they blinked, crossing one leg over the other, piecing two and two together.

“yes, loved her so deep, so pure, s’one of the purest mortals…” you looked into the bottom of the bottle, hoping to drown your confessions with more of the red liquor, but the bottle was empty.

“what was her name?” Lucifer asked quietly, hoping they hadn’t overstepped.

“s’was uh…mmm. Destiny.” her name rolled off your tongue like you had spat up the acid from your stomach - with how drunk you were, you probably had by accident. who knew angels were light drinkers. the author certainly knew.

“Destiny…” the name echoed from the Lightbringer’s lips, the way they spoke her name with respect, and not ridicule, as the other angels had done, was relieving. “you fell because you felt for Destiny, little lamb?”

“yes, n’she’s probably looooong gone by now. she was so… she was so beautiful…” you whined. “she had pretty green eyes that brought stained glass to sh-shame, and her sk-kin was beautiful too, was dark n’speckled with porcelain patches…”

— standing before your maker, you could not pray yourself out of this situation. you were guilty and caught red handed before the angelic court, not even necessary to stand trial for your sin. all of your memories played back in your mind like a cassette tape…

…the first time you saw her you were scouting souls, routine work for you, reporting back how many were to come in and how many were to go out. you decided one day to take a break - after all you chose to use a human form, to get closer to the mortals, and you could always return to your work, since you worked at a calm pace. you were fascinated by them, so you decided to be them temporarily whenever you had the chance - and you chose a library to enjoy mortal splendor, in other words, books. the librarian was her, your sweet destiny, helping you choose books, helping you read, helping you, only you in that moment…

…the last moments you spent together, you knew you had to return to heaven. she already knew your secret, already knew what you were and why you were here, and accepted it. parting ways was never easy even if you were doing simple things for her like market runs or even helping with her chores. this was no different, your last hug spent shortly, much to your dismay. you kissed her tenderly and promised her that you would return. you promised her you would come back for her. you promised you would make all of this up to her the next opportunity you got.

but that opportunity never came to you.

now as you uttered no words for your case, your fate set in stone, you gazed into the eyes of your father, who else but God to make this sort of decision, who else but he who judges the harshest in the grand scheme of all things. your eyes flicked back to your fellow angels, their eyes averted from yours, disappointment heavy in their hearts.

you closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever punishment you were to receive, unexpected that it was to be sent to hell, banished from the heavens. you dropped to your knees and begged for forgiveness and mercy, but you were denied despite your higher status amongst the ranks. a harsh breeze enveloped you, and before you knew it you had tumbled into the gates of hell, your wings burning, nostrils on fire from the scents that filled the air and the smoke that polluted your lungs. —

Lucifer nodded as you explained, listening, as if they were a therapist holding a notepad. “im sorry, Jophiel. truly. i can’t imagine how it feels to fall from the heavens because of your adoration for a mortal with an expiration date… i only know what it’s like to fall and fall from love.”

before you drunkenly scolded them for that comment on the living, you were intrigued by that last bit. you knew Lucifer had fallen, and now that you finally gave in and told Lucifer about yours, it was only fair lucifer told you about their own, every last goddamn detail to make up for their pestering.

“tell me about your fall. i want to know. i want to know everything about it.” you narrowed your eyes on them, watching them think of something to say, before their expression softened and their smile faded.

“i don’t know if that’s wise of me to talk about little lamb.” they focused their gaze on something that wasn’t you. this made you upset.

“you don’t get ta do that to me, Lucifer Morningstar. you done nothing but pester me about how i tumbled down here, jus’ for you to not tell me what happened to you too? boooooooo.” you taunted them, but silenced yourself as they raised their hand to quiet you down.

“fine. i will tell you how the great samael fell.” they sighed and grumbled, looking pained. their fall was a heavy subject, something they had not spoken about in eons, something that they preferred not to speak about. but they supposed it was only fair.

— rebellion.

rebellion and war and love and sin, truly a long, painful battle for the Morning Star, their love for another angel, their pride and their desire for self rule. they did not like being told what to do nor when to do it, especially by God, who made them the angriest. they were the most powerful, bested only by God himself, their abilities unmatched by other angels.

this did not stray them from their love for another angel, Nephele, a soft and kind and tender soul, the only being strong enough to ground and calm the lightbringer when they began their prideful quips and spats with God, or when their tantrums grew worse because of the severity of their punishments.

their last straw came about after having been caught with nephele, tossing peony petals into the fountains and holding hands and quietly admitting their scandalous affections. they had plans to run, to escape, cast themselves out of heaven and make peace with each other’s presence for eternity, how lucifer longed deeply for such, but it never came to fruition.

pleading for forgiveness, Nephele received mercy; Lucifer would not lower themself to that degree, they chose instead to rebel and conquer and destroy. wars were fought, battles were consequential and the consequences in question were severe. heaven became a battlefield and Lucifer was at the forefront before archangel Michael struck them down with force and fear.

Lucifer feared nothing.

but on that day they feared for the life of Nephele.

worried that she would suffer more, Lucifer surrendered. archangel Michael claimed his victory and moved forward on their decision to cast Lucifer out of heaven, banishing them to a hellscape of their own fate, a product of their immense power and strength that kept them locked in for eternity.

and so, the Lord of Lies lost their spirit and their love, their new role to punish and destroy and contain their power to the best of their ability. they have never been happy since losing their faith in the divine. —

you blinked, taking in the story as best you could while being past the point of inebriation. “wow.”

“we are not all that different, you and i.” Lucifer spoke softly, easing the tension between the two of you and earning a giggle from you.

“i s’pose we aren’t, Lucifer.” you raised an empty glass as if you were toasting to that statement, leaning back into the cushions of your seat.

“thank you for telling me your story, Jophiel.” they gave a subtle nod, rising to their feet and gazing down shortly at you.

you met their eyes on you, confused, dazed, seeing two of them, your eyes darting back and forth between the two figures. the Lightbringer’s hands reached for you, their grip gentle as they lifted you under your arms and allowed you to relax in their hold as they carried you to your chambers.

“why are you bein’nice to me?” your speech slurred, and you felt like you were flying, despite Lucifer not moving fast enough to make even sober you feel such a way.

“it would be cruel of me to be unkind to you in this state.”

“but you’re the- the bloody devil, aren’t you s’posed to be evil?” you hiccuped.

“not to drunken fools.” they sighed.

“ohh.”

“mhm.”

Lucifer carefully opened the door to your room, that you had decorated to your liking, which they admired. they set you down against your mattress, watching as your eyes fluttered open and shut and open again, your brain indecisive on whether or not you were to fall asleep.

“rest your head, little lamb. you’ll forget all about this at dawn, i'm sure.” Lucifer’s voice was tempting. your eyes finally settled shut, and you succumbed to your drunken stupor, having drank yourself into unconsciousness.

they watched you fall asleep slowly, staying for some time to ensure you were okay before they let you sleep and rest off the drunken buzz.

perhaps the devil did care after all.

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gaypleasantview · 4 months

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Day 7: Pure/Honey // Makeup Set #4

Set includes:

⋆ TwistedCat's Soft Glam Eyeshadow, converted from TS4

⋆ TwistedCat's Glow Eyegloss, converted from TS4

⋆ TwistedCat's Quartz Highlighter, converted from TS4

⋆ peachyfaerie's Glossier Lip Gloss Overlay, converted from TS4

Link, swatch and more info under the cut ♡

Happy New Year everybody! I wish everyone a great 2024 <3

Credits: TwistedCat and peachyfaerie for the textures, Horusmenhosetix for the skin I used in the highlighter thumbnails, The Tattooer for being my bestie at this point.

My last gift is this set of stunning makeup items that shine and shimmer. First, we have a bunch of eyeshadows - technically three sets, because I actually made a version two of the Soft Glam ones since I wanted to have a brighter option. Next, a highlighter. I think that the TS4 original reflects light, but I don't know if any of that stuff is possible in TS2, so it might be a little more tame but I still love the way it looks. And lastly, a couple of lipgloss swatches that I just couldn't resist.

Everything is tooltipped, compressed and comes with thumbnails. No specific file names this time because I love myself too much. You can use the swatch images below to navigate through the colors, I didn't put numbers on them this time but they all represent the files the way they are in the folders, left to right. Hope you enjoy and have a great year you guys!

☁ Download

SFS | Mediafire

☁ Swatch

⋆ TwistedCat Soft Glam Eyeshadow V1 - eyeshadow, TU-EU

⋆ TwistedCat Soft Glam Eyeshadow V2 - eyeshadow, TU-EU

⋆ TwistedCat Glow Eyegloss - eyeshadow, TU-EU

⋆ TwistedCat Quartz Highlighter - blush, PU-EU, layerable

⋆ peachyfaerie Glossier Lip Gloss Overlay - blush, TU-EU, layerable

#s2cc #my cc #the sims 2 #sims 2 cc #ts2cc #4t2 conversion #4t2 #ts2 #twistedcat #peachyfaerie

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k-marzolf · 8 months

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Walk on water just to kiss me.

An idea I had because I used to write to a man as a teenager, of course there was no romantic interest, but I remember it always made me feel less lonely.

Word count: 714.

(cw; obsession, kissing, Marine!Billy, loneliness, a bit of Yandere!Billy, feelings of unworthiness, fear of abandonment, plus size reader, possessive thoughts, fem!reader)

You’d written to Billy while he was in Afghanistan, you must have gotten his name at one of those charity drives. And at first he groaned, he didn’t need charity. But you drew him in with your words, the clumsiness with which you spoke.

“Is it okay if I write? It’s okay if not, I just get lonely here.” You’d said, making his heart squeeze. “I always bothered ma and dad. Yours must be proud of you.”

He’d answered, “You can write, sweetheart. I never knew my dad. Mom abandoned me at a fire station in Albany.”

He expected pity, but he got compassion. “You should be proud of making something of yourself, Billy, despite your beginnings.”

And you asked if he had nightmares too, like you did, and if you could send him a rosé quartz, because “it helps with sleep if you put it under your pillow,” you’d said. You talked about your bunny, Piper, and how she bit people, and was always begging for fruit.

She’d recently bit your maintenance man.

“She’s a little spicy. I had to replace the wallpaper because she chewed on the wall.”

It was the first time he laughed in a while, a smile breaking out.

The next week he’d received the rosé quartz, and the guys gave him shit over it, but as he stared at the crystal, he felt a warmth bloom in his chest. A sort of obsession took hold, that had him constantly waiting for another letter.

A sickness in him when it took you a while to respond, worrying you just didn’t want to write anymore. He scolded himself for his attachment to you.

But he wanted you for himself. He didn’t want to share you, hiding your letters because he didn’t want the guys to see it, to love you too.

“Do you think I can be yours, Billy?” That had made him feral, he’d nearly ripped the letter he’d gripped it so hard.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl? To be mine?” He’d answered back.

You’d answered back in a week. “Yes.”

He realized somewhere along the way that he was more attached than was healthy, and so were you to him. You never spoke of any friends, and other than your bunny, you seemed completely alone.

“I grew up in the system.” You answered when he asked about family.

His heart ached when you mentioned you missed him, after he'd been unable to write for over a month. He noticed bunny chew marks on the pages, as though she’d tried to eat the letter.

And the smell of your perfume, subtle but a fitting aroma.

“I’m lonely, Billy. I’m sorry.” You’d written once when you kept sending him letter after letter, and fuck, he wanted to be at home with you. He hated attachments, but you’d come in like a thief in the night, taking ahold of him.

He’d laid awake at night imagining what you might look like, what your voice would sound like. What it would be like to have your body pressed against his. What it would feel like to kiss you, to taste you. You consumed him when he wasn’t on a mission.

And then, he met you at the airport. You were plus size. But Billy didn’t give a fuck. You were his, and that was all that mattered.

His mouth touched yours in a hard kiss, and you whined a little in shock, but opened up to him, your fingers gripping his sweater. You tasted like a sweet wine that you probably had before meeting him here.

“You’re real pretty, sweetheart.” He said, kissing you again, making you sigh into his mouth.

“You’re pretty, too.” You’d said shyly, looking at him from under your lashes.

Billy laughed. Goddamn, you were sweet.

He was never letting you go, he thought, kissing your forehead, his scruffy beard tickling your skin. He had something of his own now.

He felt unworthy of you, being just an orphan with nothing to his name. Nothing but the clothes on his back, and his little dinky apartment that couldn’t heat properly.

But he’d make himself worthy of you. He’d build up his dream in Anvil, and he’d make sure you were never lonely again.

He swore it.

Tags; @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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bomberqueen17 · 4 months

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kitchen status

ok well. so. we're at the point now where the countertop guy (his name was Ken and he had a cool laser thing and confessed he often enjoys playing with people's cats with the laser thing when nobody's paying attention; alas our cat is not home and missed her chance) has come and measured, and now the countertops are due on January 4th.

Today the electricians are finishing the installation of all the outlets and such, which is exciting.

My mother advised me that the one thing she regrets about her kitchen remodel of, gosh more than ten years ago now, is that she didn't immediately install shelf liners. So I am going to do that. A cursory websearch told me that you can in fact make your own from fabric, but I think I am going to mostly buy premade ones, since they're not very expensive and I want this to get done.

BUT I do have a lazy-susan corner cabinet that's got these big round shelves that the liners won't easily fit, so I am going to make my own slightly-padded lil quilted guys to go on those, I think that's the most expedient thing. i intend to fill that cabinet with my saucepans and baking dishes, so it doesn't need to be spillproof and grippy and all that.

ANYWAY the next thing I need to think about is COLORS. I found a bunch of my notes from when we first started thinking about remodeling the kitchen and my big conclusion was "i don't want gray! i don't want a kitchen all in shades of gray!" and guess what my new kitchen is all shades of gray. BUT. that's because I realized that getting brightly colored cabinets would lock me into one color. Like blue-- a lot of bright blue options in cabinets or countertops exist, but then you're locked into that specific shade of blue. And what if the cool accessories you wanted don't coordinate? No.

So I figure, i will pick ONE very bold color, and will paint the east wall around the window, the window trim, and the west wall and entryway that color, and then perhaps a secondary bold color will be what the dishes, spoon rest, and other replaceable accessories will be in. (I think some floor rugs too, at least in a couple high-traffic areas.)

But I need help choosing colors, so please do weigh in.

The kitchen is all in shades of gray with both warm and cool tones. The floor is grayish-mottled faux stone vinyl with a kind of warm cast. The cabinets are warm wood washed blue, which comes out to a fairly cool grayish color. The countertop will be a mottled mostly-white quartz composite. The backsplash will be (boring, I know, I know) white subway tiles.

The neighboring room, the living room, which the kitchen is now wide open to, is bright, saturated buttercup yellow, with royal purple trim. (The bedroom is deep royal purple with bright scarlet trim.)

I don't like pastels or desaturated colors. The colors I prefer are primary or secondary colors in jewel tones.

So I'm currently considering cobalt blue, emerald green, pthlao green, deep teal, mermaid blue, royal purple, or bright crimson as my main color, with the smaller secondary color being either goldenrod yellow, bright scarlet, bright orange, bright turquoise, or metallic gold.

My everyday china is in the classic Blue Willow pattern, and a few of the pieces are mended with gold kintsugi from the time period in which Dude was into doing that. We also have some CalamityWare because his sister bought us a bunch of that-- and that includes some soft furnishings, a pair of kitchen towels and a hot dish mitt and an apron and such.

Middle-Little advised me that the Pantone color of the year is "Peachfuzz(TM)" and that a pale peach or bright coral would be great colors for the kitchen, and she is correct, but that is not in the slightest bit to my personal taste so I won't be doing that. Alas. She's super correct though. But I have discovered I am allergic to those types of colors. What category is that? I don't know but I know my answer is No. And I feel like anything on-trend will soon be dated. (Also, and I do know this by chance, the Pantone Color Of The Year for like 2018 was a coral color, and like, why. Why do they keep coming back to this.)

I don't know what that means but that's my story and I'm sticking to it, LOL.

#about the author #kitchen remodel #home improvement #color theory?

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smolapricot · 5 months

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Addigems

When I watched the anime Houseki no kuni and started reading the manga of the same name, I caught a hyperfix on these stones. Since I also have a hyperfixation on deltarune, I wanted to “combine” two of my favorite art phenomena. I started with spamton (last post) and continued with other addisons, which I call addigems (addisons + gemstones).

Please accept them with love and don't blame me for the clichés, I'm just a stoned guy who doesn't know much about how to write characters correctly.

Pink Addison — Rose quartz, a patrolman who knows thems job, love silence and the sound of rustling grass, speak little, love to spend time with Chrysoberyl. When Halite renounced the addigems Rose (or Ti, because it contains titanium) became more withdrawn, they blame themselves for this.. They/them.

Yellow Addison — Chrysoberyl, an impulsive patrolwoman who actually dreams of being a armorsmith, her personality is very impulsive and sharp. They/she.

Blue Addison — Smithsonite with inclusions of Aurichalcite, a doctor and herbalist who feels like a burden to all addigems, they very fragile due to the inclusions of Aurichalcite, which make spherical cavities of different sizes in them, this happened due to the fact that they “stayed” in the deposit and part of they were over-oxidized, in love with Topaz, but never mention it, their consciousness is not here for long. They/them.

Orange Addison —Topaz (Imperial Topaz), a lone patrolman who likes to relax and do nothing, likes to take errands from Smith (such as collecting some necessary herbs), does not like to change, and when something changes around him, however, when Smith's arms and legs are taken away he falls into despair, he does not know how to help those whom he values so much. Topaz's mental state begins to go downhill after the moment when Smith asks to crush his head, as they are tired of being conscious. After this request, Topaz becomes fixated on revenge, stops using any tactics, and subsequently loses his hands. He replaces his hands with 1900 liters of Pyrite, which Chrysoberyl dragged. After “merging” with iron sulfide, Topaz acquired hydrophobia, and his character became more aggressive. He/they.

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ifonotlnow · 5 months

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REVIEW NOBODY CARES ABOUT: HIP TO THE JAVABEAN EDITION

ALSO, some of this was written in the morning, and some was at night. So, if the night part is really THAT MUCH more entertaining, I'll start writing these right before I sleep again

What’s in the Toaster?: NA/10

Honestly, I don't think it needs explaining

Sunbeam Light Show Flower Seed: 8/10

Good song, It's fun, it's catchy, it says the words "necktie" and "band" in the same song, which clearly means it references Tally Hall (it hypothetically could've been). Good

Musical Chairs: 7/10

Pros: it's a really good song

cons: he uses the word "bloody" the way a filthy brit would

jokes aside, It's a really good song but I just don't LOVE it, y'know

Atomic Copper Claw: 9.5/10

ILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONG IDK how to explain it but the protagonist is so me I love them so much. Also, I wonder if the antagonist actually DOES have an atomic copper coat like the singer believes.

Your Evil Shadow Has a Cup of Tea: 8.75/10

I feel like this in an unpopular opinion (outside of the lemon demon fandom) but I LOVE this song. Definitely on elf my highlights from the album, it's stupid and sounds kind of bad. It's exactly what I want in a song.

Telekinesis: 8/10

In this album, my favorite three songs in a row are easily Telekinesis, Matches and Nails, and Relativity. Sure, I do like YESHACOT and Atomic Copper Claw more, but honestly it feels weird to separate the songs. It just feels natural to put those songs together. anyways hell yeah I love this song.

Matches and Nails: 8/10

The protagonist is kinda stupid with a horrible memory. Literally me (except that spot is already taken by the atomic copper claw guy)

Relativity: 8/10

I like, love love love the outdo of this song. Also, the chorus and pre-chorus are really fun and catchy! unrelated, but this album in my head feels really white. Not in a racial way, just. Like, when I think of this album I think of specifically the Minecraft polished quartz block.

Fancy Pants Manifesto: 8/10

If you haven't before, do yourself a favor and listen to this song with headphones in. It was a month or two before I listened to this song with headphones, and I was delighted when I heard the bridge and during that one part the synth bounced from ear to ear. Also, I didn't realize until the re-mastered version came out that at the beginning of the song Neil was saying "1, 2, 3, 4" and I thought he said "fancy pants, fancy pants" also this song reminds me of that one flash game

Go to Hollywood: 7.75/10

Love this song. It's great, and a sudden though appreciated change of pace from the rest of the album (kinda like clown circus' somnolence in terms of sound). This song used to be my favorite, but became overplayed in my head and ended up losing a good 1.25 points over time. Whoopsie!

I Know Your Name: 8/10

This song is an energetic, fun, hilarious masterpiece and anybody who tries to tell you the deporitaz/trapezoid version is better is WRONG.

Consumer Whore: 8/10

Kinda like go to Hollywood, this song became a little overplayed (though less so). I really like the second verse (cause it's funny) and the bridge (cause bridges are often my favorite parts of lemon demon songs)

Between You and Me: 8.25/10

I feel like this song is a perfect example of what I mean when I say the song is white. White like polished quartz, or almost-to bright pale LEDs. This song just feels really clean, almost weirdly "cleaner" than the lemon demon songs that came before it. Not that's bad, it's one of my favorite songs on the album. "Where cosmic placement failed / Where Serendipity drags her tail" is a FANTASTIC lyric (no I do not know what serendipity means I just think it's a big fancy word that sounds cool)

I’ve Got Some Falling to Do: 8/10

no need for explanation, it's a good song.

Sick Puppy

OKAY this song is so long, that it wouldn't do it justice to give it one rating so I've decided to split up the song into three sections

Sick Puppy (first instrumental section): 8/10

I know I said I don't really like instrumentals much, but this section is probably my favorite in the song. In fact, it may be one of, if not my favorite Lemon Demon instrumental. It's fun, it's energetic, and I especially love the section where it really picks up before transitioning into the second instrumental section.

SPEAKING OF THE SECOND INSTRUMENTAL SECTION.....

Sick Puppy (second instrumental section): ZERO OUT OF TEN (actual rating like 4/10)

GRR EW I HATE THIS SECTION IT RUINS THE INSTRUMENTAL SECTIONS AND IT RUINS THE WHOLE SONG I HATE IT IT SUCKS SICK PUPPY MORE LIKE SUCK(S) PUPPY

Sick Puppy (Guitar section): 6.5/10

meh

OVERALL: 8/10

FAVORITE/LEAST FAVORITE TRACKS

Atomic Copper Claw, Sick Puppy or Musical Chairs (depends on my mood)

Bonus Tracks

Almond: 7.25/10

good.

Bad Idea: 8/10

This song's pretty good. It's a fun song about zombies (WITHOUT THE ACCENT COUGH COUGH PEPPER AND SALT COUGH COUGH) but it kinda got overplayed. I still really like it though, and it has a great ending.

Behold the FUTURE: 7.5/10

overrated

Not Applicable: 7.75/10

Good, fun instrumental. Definitely my favorite instrumental on the album.

Roman Robot Statues: 7.5/10

yeah good song

Run, Harry, Run!: 8/10

WHAT THE FUCK WAS NEIL ON WHEN HE WAS WIRITNG THE LYRICS TO THIS SONG WHAT IN THE NAME OF HARRY POTTER COMPELLED NEIL TO WRITE THIS WEIRD ASS FANFICTION JESUS CHRIST. Also, good for him killing Dumbledore. You go, girl!

Take a Picture: 7.5/10

ehh its okay. don't love it. good song though

There’s a Robot in My Head: 6/10

This song is a great alarm. I know from experience.

OVERALL BONUS TRACK RATING: 7/10

FAVORITE/LEAST FAVORITE BONUS TRACKS

Either Run, Harry, Run, Bad Idea, or Not Applicable for my favorites. Least favorite is there's a robot in my head, easily.

#lemon demon #neil cicierega #hip to the javabean #httj #lemon demon album review #ines's album review

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idkfitememate · 2 months

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AHAHA HELLO ITS LIKE MIDNIGHT WHERE IM AT AND I FEEL SO JITTERY AND BORED AND IM NOT SURE IF I READ YOUR LAST POST CORRECTLY BUT I WOULD LOVE A SILLY LITTLE NICKNAME

Not that I can think of one myself though ;-;

how are you by the way? Any new ideas for fics or ocs? I’ve been pretty busy but you’ve inspired me to start writing more so that’s neat I guess

-envy anon

Not to worry!! I’m more than happy to come up with a few!~

I’ll admit, with a name like Envy it makes it a bit hard because all my ideas come from flowers and rocks with the meaning of envy, but I feel like that’d be a bit of an insult so here’s the fun part: Gonna do plants and such opposite to Envy!~

So maybe my dearest dahlia? Or perhaps my beautiful bluebell? My snow quartz? My precious sapphire?

Hehe that’s just a few, lemme know how you feel about them!

It’s so cool that I’ve inspired you to start writing again, I really didn’t think I’d have that kind of effect on… anyone really. Feel free to share if you wish!~ and for ideas and such, I do have a few WIPS rn and two fics on the way hehe. Not gonna spoil but here are the fics and the ideas!~

Fic 1: TWST x reader (specifically Vil x reader, this is the insane little guy reader fic hehe, he/him pronouns though)

Fic 2: Obey Me x reader (You remember that Adam/Eve idea? It’s in the works!~ They/Them pronouns but unfortunately, you start the fic out as a Texan, I’m so sorry-)

A couple of the other ideas I’ve had recently are:

A MHA x Joker!Reader (idk MHA has such good potential for insane readers AND NO ONE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY-)

A TWST x Cerberus!Reader (Specifically, you ever watch the Lego Batman Movie? Reader isn’t a person, they act as Idia’s bat computer heh) ((Imagine Idia screaming “‘PUTER” at his phone I can’t-))

And finally, a BSD x King In Yellow!Reader (This is solely bassed on the fact that I love H.P. Lovecraft and think he deserves a sibling.) ((Also you’d be a pop-star for ability reasons I don’t make the rules))

Anyways, happy writing my friend!~

#asks <3 #sagau #Envy anon <3

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twisting-roads · 3 months

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Summary of all the iterators in LOTG to-date

Chain Of Missing Links [she/her] Built for the purpose of archiving history, her can is rather large. She is very formal and friendly, though has an obsessive nature and very easily holds grudges. Her puppet is intended to be somewhat of a mascot of learning. She probably knows where you live.

Cage Of Membrane [she/her] Built for mass producing purposed organisms. Her common need to be involved in private operations lead to many memory wipes, which messed with some of her functions, especially her speech patterns. I twas not much of a concern, though. She is somewhat naive and optimistic, loving to talk to others. It is very hard to get on her bad side.

Sixteenth Boundary Collapse [it/they] An iterator with much cultural significance, it was revered. It is one of the first few iterators too, with its puppet having degraded and most of the organic parts missing or rotted. It is wise, and many seek out their opinion, but they say very little.

Thirteen Catastrophes [she/he] An upstanding iterator, not created for any specific reason. She follows the words of the ancients very closely, even throwing out his own opinions for the sake of his creator's. His tendency to do things that go against what she wants leads to very complex and estranged relationships with others.

Open Waters [it/its] A very small iterator with a controversial history. Intended to be one in a line of small iterators that could break up the large population of SBC's city, its construction resulted in a cataclysmic failure, and so it ended up as the only one of its kind.

Oblivion On Quartz Towers [she/her] A skeptical iterator, built for more pragmatic purposes. She finds it hard to believe anyone, sticking by herself and a few select other iterators. Despite this, she tends to joke around a lot more, usually comes out as passive aggressiveness though.

Nine Purple Mountains [they/them] An iterator with a constant need to gossip and discuss conspiracies. They seem to just make things up for attention and to argue with someone.

Three Tungsten Coins [it/its] A reserved and shy iterator who's always focused on something, really only comes to chat about issues it ran into and how to solve them.

Timing In A Splay [any] Built to research specific mass ascension methods. A very eccentric and talkative iterator.

Quintet Of Remembrance [any] Built very close to TIAS for similar purposes. Very uptight and strict, never one for public groups, however.

Horizon Of Sulfur [he/him] An iterator who's appearance in any group chat seems to be a bad omen of sorts. He is entirely under the control of his creators, standard contact with him is nearly impossible.

Painted Whispers [he/him] this is the second tally hall reference I don't really have anything for this guy I just heard this and was likje "hahahaha that would be really funny if I put this guy's name somewhere"

#writing #light on tainted glass #lotg

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howlingday · 10 months

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Pokemon Au:

Since it's been a minute so in honor of the latest games of scarlet and violet new pokemon for the group. Took a few to think of good ones

Jaune: Charcadet

Ruby: Maschiff

Weiss: Hatenna

Nora: Tinkatink

Yang: Cyclizar

Ren: Nacli

Pyrrha: Axew

Blake: Croagunk

"Who's a good boy?! You are! You are~!" Ruby shook the Maschiff's head, making it difficult to maintain his scowling look. "Look at your chubby face~!"

Ruby's friend from Patch was leaving for another region and was unable to take their Maschiff, Trace, with them. So, Ruby happily took the scowling pup onto her team, and just like before, the Pokémon was an energetic delight for her.

"It's alright, Hatenna. You're okay." Weiss stroked the small Pokémon on her shoulder. "Just focus on my thoughts."

Winter recieved an egg as a reward for all the hard work she had done for Atlas. Unfortunately, the high stress work was noticably too much for the new Pokémon. Thus, Weiss was gifted this new Pokémon and tasked with training another wonderful Pokémon from her sister.

"Come on, guys! Keep up!" Yang shouted as she rode Rhodie, her new Cyclizar. "You're making yourselves look bad in front of the new girl!"

Yang helped bust a Pokémon smuggling ring and bonded to one of the Pokémon being hauled in. The police agreed that Yang seemed responsible enough to take care of this Pokémon, especially after successfully bonding to her so quickly.

"Hm. Perhaps we should try less beryl." Ren mused as he licked his finger. "Perhaps more quartz next time?"

Ren had won a cooking competition recently and was rewarded with a Nacli, whom Nora named Salty. Ren, since then, started experimenting the Rock Salt Pokémon, trying to figure out what minerals they preferred, and what flavor salt resulted from the meal.

"Just a little more! Keep going, Hally!" Pyrrha cheered as her Axew carved his tusks into the whetstone. "Go, Halberd! Go! Go!"

Pyrrha found this Pokémon while hiking close to the mountain. His mother killed by Grimm, Pyrrha took in the scared little Dragon-Type and promised to make him strong. Thankfully, Shelly had been most kind as to share a whetstone she wasn't using.

"I found you. Come out now." Blake pointed. With a croaking laugh, Toxic leapt from his hiding place. "That was too easy. Try again."

In the recent rainy season, Blake noticed she was being followed. Panicking she was found by the White Fang, she went on the offensive. With relief, what she found was an impressed Croagunk. He continued to following her until Blake relented and asked him to join her team. It would be great to have another strong Pokémon at her side.

"Isn't this great, Nora?" Jaune asked. "Now everybody has at least three Pokémon on their teams!"

"Yeah, coming from the guy with a full team already, that just sounds condescending." Nora shook her head, making Jaune pout.

#rwby #pokémon au #rwby pokémon au #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie

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the-himawari · 11 months

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Long Slumber (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: (It’s finally the opening day…)

Fukunaga: Hey, Director-san! Welcome, welcome!

Izumi: Ah, you’re the person I met before—.

Fukunaga: Come on now. It’s going to start soon! Please take this special seat over here!

-pause-

Izumi: (The story is about a group of researchers who restore and wake up androids who have fallen asleep due to malfunctions and defects…) (The stories behind how each android fell asleep are all really interesting and well developed.)

Researcher A: “This one here has woken up as well!”

Researcher B: “Perform the inspection first.”

Android A: “Inspection…? Has the conflict with the humans on the west coast ended…?”

Researcher A: “Quartz…! The android here has been fully restored!”

Izumi: (We’re approaching the end now. It’s everyone’s time to shine!)

Quartz [Guy]: “However, the reset of the thought program could not be avoided. None of his pre-sleep memories have been retained…”

Android’s master: “It’s alright. Even if his personality has been reset, I’m sure it’ll return again as we spend time together.” “…That’s right. I promised him.”

Quartz [Guy]: “Is that so…”

Izumi: (Guy-san plays the role of a senior researcher who handles androids who wake up with complex internal abnormalities.) (The role is fresh, and this position is perfect for him!)

Quartz [Guy]: “…Has Adan not woken up yet?”

Adan [Masumi]: “…”

Izumi: (Adan… Masumi’s highlight will be a little later. I can’t wait to see what kind of performance the role study he did will lead to.)

-pause-

Researcher A: “Quartz. There appears to be an abnormality in Merus’s memory. May I ask for your assistance?”

Quartz [Guy]: “Understood. I shall analyze him. …Excuse me, you there. Tell me what is being projected in the Vision.”

Guest A: S-sure …I think it’s a dog.

Quartz [Guy]: “An android playing with a dog…? Does that mean there exist some who do not have a master?”

Vision: “Imero, why aren’t you moving? …Is this death? I will too, with you.”

Quartz [Guy]: “Could this be? Something like this is—”

-pause-

Quartz [Guy]: “Excuse me, you. Could you boot up this dog robot and give it to Merus? The switch is here.”

Guest B: Over here? Okay, I’m pressing it.

*presses*

Izumi: (An immersive theater that progresses with the audience until the end of the show. Yep, it’s a whole lot of fun for sure!)

Merus [Azami]: “Imero…?” “You were alive? Is that really you, Imero!?”

Quartz [Guy]: “I see… spending time with his dog not only reformed his personality, but also his heart.”

Merus [Azami]: “Personality… heart?”

Quartz [Guy]: “Merus. You lost your friend, your dog, and fell asleep with a broken heart. Because you knew love, you were sleeping in sorrow.”

Merus [Azami]: “Sorrow… love… urgh.”

Quartz [Guy]: “What is wrong?”

Merus [Azami]: “So this is sorrow, love… I can feel it from that one.”

Quartz [Guy]: “That one… Adan? Could this be sympathy…” “Analyze Adan’s memory!”

-pause-

Vision: “Please rest. Until the time comes…”

Quartz [Guy]: “Is this the last remaining image in Adan’s memory? It shows someone who appears to be his master and a child…”

Merus [Azami]: “This child is his next master.”

Quartz [Guy]: “Excuse me…?”

Merus [Azami]: “Adan is waiting for that person… for you.”

Izumi: Huh? Me!?

Quartz [Guy]: “Please, come here.” Please try calling out to Adan.”

Adan [Masumi]: “…”

Izumi: H-here goes… Adan-kun , wake up?

Adan [Masumi]: “…” “You… you’re the daughter of the master I used to serve, aren’t you?” “I have always, always… been looking forward to the day I got to meet you.”

Izumi: (Wait, was his role study where we couldn’t meet for so long all for this…!) …Thank you for waiting for me, Adan.

Adan [Masumi]: …! “Thank you for waking me up.”

Guest B: *Sniffle*, I’m so glad he woke up…

Guest C: He’s been waiting all this time. My heart…!

*applause*

-pause-

Izumi: Thanks for all your work until the closing day, everyone! It was amazing.

Guy: Immersive theatres that change depending on the audience’s reactions really are a good learning experience.

Azami: Yeah. For a university drama club, their set and equipment were legit. I thought it was impressive.

Izumi: I know, right? I was also surprised.

Masumi: Director… thanks to you, I understood my role’s feelings. Thanks. Also, that adlib on the first day… You know, I really do love your acting.

Izumi: Your performance was so good that it just came out. I wouldn’t count that as acting though. Say, if you don’t mind, why don’t we go to that android café together? You worked really hard for the play, so I’ll treat you to something.

Masumi: …! I’ll go!

Izumi: Great! Fufu, I can’t wait.

Masumi: …That’s all of it for me.

Izumi: Hm?

Masumi: No, it’s nothing. (Both your acting and the plays that we create together…) (If it’s something that we can enjoy together—I love it all.)

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#a3!#a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!

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bratshaws · 1 year

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goodness gracious 93. brb x oc

a/n: Bea's aunt is probably a witch

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: FLUFF, BEA'S AUNT - I REPEAT- IS PROBABLY A WITCH

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“This…is your aunt’s house?”

“Yeah…”

Her aunt lived in Escondido, but not in any area, she lived in one of the richest condominiums there, the ones where you almost are patted down by the security guard before going past the gates - the only reason they weren’t was because the guy recognized her last name - and could smell the money coming out of the large houses. So when her and Rooster drove up and past the other mansions, he was surprised when they parked in front of Martha’s house.

It was a big house, undoubtedly so, but it was different from the rest. While it kept the Mediterranean style, the bricks were white and the roof dark brown. She had a lot, a lot of plants in the front yard that were obviously landscaped to perfection since the amount of vegetation wasn’t taking over the whole front yard.

But there was more. Her aunt had tiny statues all over her front yard as well, it took Rooster a few seconds to identify what they were but once he did, he arched one eyebrow, “Dwarves?” he questioned, pointing to a tiny statue in between the plants closest to them.

Beatrice looks down at it, “Oh no, gnomes.” she says and her fiancé just furrows his eyebrow, staring back down at the tiny creature that was sitting on a red mushroom with his hands on his chin, giving him a cheeky smile, “My aunt is mystical like that, there are crystals around too.” she gestures to the large amethyst lying next to the daisies then to the clear quartz pieces scattered all over the grass.

Bradley ‘huh’s quietly, following Beatrice up to the front door where he saw a dangling fairy chime swinging with the wind, the thin metal tubes clinking amongst each other to create a soft melody. The doors resembled the hotel’s, being large with intricate floral designs in the stained glass, the deep mahogany color of the wood making the colors appear even more vibrant than normal. Beatrice gave him a smile, then pressed the doorbell, holding his hand with her free one.

There was the soft yapping coming from behind the door, followed by a voice calming the dog down and the door slowly unlocking. Martha’s tall figure appeared once it was open, wearing a long patterned dress - as usual - with billowy sleeves and her glasses on the bridge of her nose, “Oh, my sweet darlings, how happy I am to see you two.” she wasted no time in engulfing both in a hug, kissing their foreheads and then stepping back, “Come on in, oh,” she looks down where a tiny dog was looking up at them, “This is Bailey, he’s just a bit curious about you Bradley, do not worry he won’t nip your feet!”

Bailey’s little body resembled a pomeranian but his ears were longer, like a corgi’s, “Hi Bailey,” Beatrice cooed, crouching down to scratch the tiny dog behind the ears.

“He’s so tiny.” Bradley’s amazed voice says, following Beatrice inside the house, “I’ve never seen a dog this small.” Bailey however seemed to take offense because his eyes snapped up to Rooster and the pilot could swear they narrowed when looking up at him.

But when Rooster leaned down to pet his head, the anger dissipated and he leaned on the man’s touch, tapping his back leg on the tiled floor. Rooster grinned, then looked up at the inside of her aunt’s house and that place was spacious. The living room and kitchen were open space, the large windows closest to the big comfortable looking couches were huge and showed the outside - more yard and a pool, albeit much larger than the ones they had at home. There was a family picture hanging on the wall above the fireplace with Martha,her husband and their kids, probably taken a few months back if he wasn’t wrong.

And there were more plants inside and more mystical tiny creatures hanging around. He saw another tiny gnome, this one lying on his side and holding his head up - on the bookcase right next to him, then more crystals next to it. Beatrice chuckled, watching her fiancé look at everything completely speechless, “When I was younger and used to sleep over, she’d leave a gnome in the room I stayed in for protection,” she explains, tugging him forward to the kitchen where her aunt was, “They always look really old.”

He had to agree, he had only seen these in esoteric shops - places he never entered - so seeing so many up close and almost surrounding him was a bit wild to take in. Her aunt calls them to the kitchen, where she’s pouring some sweet tea in glasses. Now that got his attention, because he did like sweet tea a whole lot but rarely had the time to drink it, “There you go.” her aunt’s calm voice said, offering each of them a glass, “There’s only honey mixed in, are you two hungry?”

“No auntie, we already had lunch.”

Martha nodded, then gestured to the open doors that led to her backyard, “Shall we?” They followed her out of the house onto the immense backyard that looked like a forest the more they looked. If the front yard had a lot of plants, this place was the freaking amazon - was that a treehouse on the corner? Martha’s long dress flowed with the wind as she walked, waiting for them to join her on the white patio table, the large red and white parasol giving them shelter from under the hot sun. “Is the tea to your liking, Bradley? I know you like it.”

He pauses with the glass to his lips, giving her a confused smile but assuming that Beatrice told her about his love for the cold beverage, “It’s really good, ma’am, thank you.” and it was, her aunt had a few slices of lemon inside, albeit darker than normal and he wondered if it was infused with the honey she talked about.

Beatrice grinned, holding his free hand and sipping her own tea “Where’s uncle Seb, auntie?”

“He’s meeting with some investors from Bordeaux, I said there was no need to do it today but he insisted,” she chuckles, waving her hand as if she wasn’t talking about a million dollar investment her wines would get, “And the kids are busy with the hotel, so I am alone today…well, me and Bailey.” she coos looking down at the tiny dog who was sitting by her side.

Beatrice tried to think what would make her aunt want to talk to both of them. Congratulating them was one thing, she could understand that but she could do that over the phone…right? Why would she ask them both to come to her house? It was a bit confusing to her.

“Well, first things first, congratulations to both of you.” Martha smiles, leaning her chin on her interlaced fingers, the young couple sharing a look then facing her, “It is so wonderful to see love blooming like fresh flowers in spring, I am very happy for you. I told your father that too, that soon enough you’d be the one walking that aisle.”

The brunette blinks her eyes confusedly, then tilts her head just a bit in question, “Oh, when you saw my post auntie?”

“No, at my wedding.” her aunt giggles, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiles, “I knew it wouldn’t take long.” While it was a sweet thought, Beatrice was once again reminded that it was very possible her family wasn’t normal, especially in the ‘cryptical’ sense. “Your father didn’t believe me, but he knew it too. Have you two thought about what you’ll do?”

“Well,” Beatrice turned to look at Rooster, giving him a small smile that he reciprocated, “We are still…digesting everything, we have to think about a lot of things and then we’ll figure out a time too.”

Her aunt, however, had a smile on her face that Beatrice could only translate to a Cheshire grin. Like she knew something but was holding back for now, with her cheeks flexing and eyes shining behind the spectacles, nodding almost diminutively, still holding her chin on her interlaced hands, “I see.” she says after a while, “Well, it is something to think about for a while. Are you two planning the wedding this year?”

“We’d like to,” it was Rooster who answered this time, “But like Bea said, we need to work on the time and budget and we took this week to have a mental break before thinking about it for real.”

Martha sips her own glass of sweet iced tea, then leans back on her seat to cross her legs and place her interlaced hands on top of the knee, “That’s a fine choice, it’ll help ease your minds before working on everything.” she then inhales, smiling, “My darlings, there is a reason why I called you two here.” that makes the two look at each other then at her, Beatrice’s aunt never stopped smiling at them, “I love both of you, I know that your presence in our family is recent Bradley, but you make my niece very happy and for that reason…I would like to pay for your wedding.”

Rooster chokes on the tea he was drinking while Beatrice almost drops her glass to the floor - right next to Bailey - in shock. The pilot has a coughing fit that makes him stand up and lean his weight on the back of the white chairs as his fiancé was still looking at her aunt with wide eyes. Martha’s smile only widened, tilting her head in question, “Holy shit…” comes Bradley’s voice once he manages to ease his breathing, “Holy fuck.”

“Auntie…w-what did you say?”

“I said I want to pay for your wedding.” Martha repeats easily, as if she’s telling her niece the weather, “And your honeymoon, of course.”

What the hell.

What the hell!!

Never, in her family, she heard of this happening. She had been to a lot of weddings, she had seen a lot of celebrations, usually - at best - the bride and groom’s families helped a tiny bit but…to pay for everything? Neither of her cousins were married, so Martha and her uncle never actually helped with that, but why…her? Beatrice couldn’t understand and she even voiced it to her aunt, “Well, it is quite simple, I want to.” Martha shrugged, “I talked to your uncle and your cousins and with Rafa and Claudia, and we all agreed it’d be helpful for you.”

Her aunt would never think that she and Rooster wouldn’t be able to handle the expenses of a wedding, she believed in them…then why would she want to pay? It’s not like they were asking for help either, “But…auntie,I don’t…understand, that’s so much money.”

“Yes.”

“And we– you–” Martha’s expression remained the same, “How–why??”

“Well, it’s quite simple besides me wanting to help you.” she says, leaning on a hand with a grin, “You are both similar in different ways and I think that you two deserve a good celebration because of your love. I know you two are capable of making it happen, of course you are, but I think you two deserve something done for you.”

The silence that followed her response was deafening.Beatrice blinked, turning her wide eyes to Bradley’s equally enlarged ones, until the pilot licked his lips and turned to Martha, “Ma’am, we can’t accept that.”

“You don’t deny a gift, Bradley.” she replies in the same calm voice, “I am not asking to be repaid, my sweet boy. I am saying I want to help you because you two deserve it. You deserve a wedding without worries or fear or anxieties. I will not input your choices, I will not make you change your mind, I am just saying that this will be an expense you won’t have to worry about.”

While her aunt made some sense, Beatrice was still trying to wrap her head around it. Why was her aunt so focused on paying it and making sure they had no expenses? Of course that was understandable…but why? Why was her aunt thinking so much about it? Did she know something Beatrice didn’t?

“October will be a good month for you.”

The memory returned after a while, she wasn’t sure why since it had nothing to do with what was going on, but her aunt wanting them to save on their money was…strange. Strange and odd. “I…do you…” Beatrice stands up, “Can you excuse us a moment, auntie?” she takes hold of Bradley’s hand with enough force to tug him away, deeper into the house and into a guest room.

Beatrice has her back to him as she closes the door, turning around to see her fiancé with his hands on his hips, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know.” she whispers, “I-I…what the hell? Did my parents- no they wouldn’t, why would she– I…I am so confused, I need to sit down-” she sits on the bed only to stand up seconds after, “No,I can’t sit down, what the hell, what the hell!!” Beatrice was more stupefied than mad, she was more confused than angry, she had no idea how to react.

Bradley didn’t know either, he knew her aunt was a nice lady and all but…pay for their wedding? And honeymoon? Why? They could pay for it, why would she want them not to? Beatrice paces around the room, wringing her hands together, looking up at him with furrowed brows, “I am speechless Brad,I never–I didn’t…oh God, why would she–”

“Baby, we can take this moment to breathe.” he tries, his own heart hammering on his chest, “Maybe we can…compromise with your aunt? I don’t like the idea of her paying everything.”

“I don’t either but you don’t know my aunt, she’s very generous like that.” she murmurs, “She likes…helping people but I don’t know why– she knows we can do it, then why would she suggest it?” Beatrice was getting a headache thinking about it, rubbing her face with both of her hands until she reaches her hair, tugging it at the roots, “But…maybe the compromise…wait, hold on we need to talk to her about it, Why are we here??”

“You brought us here, babe.”

Beatrice’s big green eyes turned to him, realization dawning over her, “Oh.” she clears her throat then, taking hold of his hand to take him back outside, “Okay, let’s just– come on.”

Martha was still sipping her tea, smiling when they returned, “Hello again.”

“Auntie,I love you but I want to know why you wanna pay for everything.”

Martha shrugged, “I just want to, tesoro.”

“That’s…not an answer.”

Martha lowers the glass to the table, folding her hands on her crossed legs and then smiles more, “What I can say is that…you’ll need the money for other things.” both of them looked at her with confusion, “I cannot elaborate.” Beatrice let go of Rooster’s hand to prop them on her hips, furrowing her eyebrows, still not believing her aunt’s words…until Martha sighed, then smiled, “I have an idea, since you two are a bit resistant to accept it, I’ll pay for the wedding and you two will pay for the honeymoon.”

Beatrice looked up at Bradley, that was an idea that both could…understand honestly, “Only the wedding?” Beatrice questions, to which her aunt nods. The brunette looks back at the pilot, who chews the corner of his mouth thinking on it.

“...I…think I can accept that, a bit weird still.” he says, “That you suggest we do that, honestly.”

“Well,I can tell you two one thing, october will be a great month for you.”

October. Beatrice frowns, “You said it before, can’t you just explain why?” her aunt chuckles softly, then shakes her head, “Oh, fine…then,well…I guess, was that why you wanted us to come? The only reason?”

“Yes, pretty much and because I’d love to have company.” she lifts her glass, “Shall we?”

They leave the aunt’s house in silence, still taking the information that Martha was going to pay for their wedding and that it was decided. Bradley was driving one handed since his other hand was holding his chin while Beatrice was supporting her head with her own, leaning on the car’s door, “So much for not thinking about the wedding.” she mutters, sinking deeper on the Bronco’s passenger seat, “I…how are you feeling about all this?”

“Kinda shocked.” he answers quickly, scratching the side of his face, “I do appreciate her saying she knows we can do it but prefers we didn’t, but I don’t get why she wouldn’t want to.” he turns his brown eyes towards her, “Was she always like that?”

Beatrice’s eyes face nothing as she remembers the many times her aunt was cryptic or strange, almost talking in riddles, “...yeah.” she answers with a short laugh, her smile faltering as she looked to the side, “I appreciate it too Roos, but…I dunno, I mean it’s one thing to not worry about I guess. She did say she couldn’t figure out a better wedding gift than that and I am…um…shocked as well.”

It’s one thing to get a nice gift that’d add to your home but to have your rich aunt pay for your wedding was…interesting. She didn’t want to complain, her aunt said she wouldn’t interfere with the decorations or whatever they wanted to do, she just wanted to make sure they’d have the perfect wedding. And then this October thing, again, “Why did she say that about October?”

“I’m not sure.” she replies, “She said that to me again, months back when we were buying stuff for Éowyn, that October would be a great month for us and she couldn’t say more.” she bites her lower lip, chewing on it, “I know she means well, but it was still weird.”

“Yeah…but then again, maybe because she noticed we are a bit,” he moves his hand for emphasis, “All over the place and don’t know what to do, she chose to help?”

That’d make sense honestly. Yeah, that was probably why.

“You are right, well, either way it’ll be used properly you know?” she smiles, the heavy and confused atmosphere turning into a much lighter one, their tense shoulders lowering as Bradley took them home.

When they got to the house, Beatrice’s phone started pinging with messages, one after another. She blinked, holding it up to her eyes when they entered the garage. Evelyn wasn’t really happy to be the last one to know about the engagement and she said - well, more like ordered- the two of them to show up at her place on Sunday so they could have a celebration because of it.

Beatrice sighed, rubbing her forehead and telling Evelyn that while she appreciated it, she and Rooster were still enjoying the downtime. Plus she already had a lot on her mind because of her aunt wanting to pay for their wedding, she needed a mental break from it for right now…that’s why Evelyn told her that they could come on the very next week then and that they had to celebrate one way or another.

Bradley looked back at the brunette who was tapping her phone against her forehead repeatedly, chuckling to himself, ‘Baby,” she stops and sighs, dropping the phone to her lap, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.”

“My mind is like,” she moves her hands in a circle over her temples, “All over the place Brad…you know what would be really good? Ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” he asks as he steps out of the car to follow her inside, watching her pick up Jolene like a baby when the pittie rushed over to greet them, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Actually,” she turns around, still holding the large dog who was now looking at Bradley upside down, “Maybe we should just…” his eyebrow goes up in questioning, “I…I don’t know…just do nothing.”

Rooster’s chest moves when he laughs, the brunette looked absolutely lost on what to do and he couldn’t blame her, honestly he felt a bit drained and confused himself,”I have a much better idea,” he says after tossing his sunglasses to the side, rolling his neck ,”A nap.”

“A nap?”

“Yes, a nap.” he repeats, “I think it might be good to reset our minds. Let’s make this the last things we have to think about the wedding, yeah? Then it’s about enjoying some alone time together, the three of us.” Jolene’s tongue lolled out of her mouth in a doggy smile, “And then, then next week we’re going to step on the gas and worry. Deal?”

“God, yes, please, deal.” she laughs breathlessly, the front of her face hitting his chest - Jolene squished between the two but not at all bothered - smelling his cologne, “I love you,I’m sorry my family is so crazy.”

“I love you too and don’t apologize,” he smiles, kissing the top of her head, “Your family is crazy but it could be worse…have you seen Mav?” Beatrice looks up at him, “He may appear normal now but when I was younger? Crazy shit.”

Beatrice huffs a laugh on his chest, slowly lowering Jolene back to the ground so the pittie could zoom around them. Her now free arms wrapped around his middle, nuzzling the part of his chest that wasn’t covered by the white tee, “I believe you, amazingly.” she whispers, “You never told me much about Mav when you were younger.”

His eyes avoided hers for a second with his lower lip disappearing into his mouth, “I guess I am now at peace sharing it.” he muttered, “You know I was mad at him for a long time, baby.”

‘I know. But you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

His smile softened, one of his large hands cupping her soft cheek, “You are going to be my wife,I wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.” he coos, kissing her soft yet grinning lips, ‘But before that, napping. I feel like passing out right here.”

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