Got another huge incoming of new stock this month!
New Overwatch sparklies and specialty decals
Very Limited Edition Gold Foil Junebug D.Va, there are only 4 (ever!)
New Overwatch main care packages
And something extra special, my girlfriend and I are celebrating our third anniversary right now, and I felt like it was a good opportunity to add a new design to the sapphic couples stickers. Now Ruby and Sapphire will join Korra and Asami in the store!
I’ve also added some heart shaped pride flag stickers! More flag designs will come in future shop updates so look out for yours :)
You may have noticed that I changed my profile picture (or not). I have been playing with the filters again and really like how it softened my face and made my skin glow. I just wish that I could find some magical makeup that would do the same, lol!
I really love my choker! I have been making most of my jewelry lately and found this metallic rose at the craft store, added a couple of leather cords and wallah! A dear friend has suggested I do a post on some of the jewelry I have made so I may do that in the near future.
The majority of Elsewhere U. students really interest me. Those who live in a liminal space and refuse to see anything out of the ordinary.
This is my first time writing in second-person POV (it happened on accident) and I hope you like it.
It started dully enough. Someone had written ‘Hello’ in the bathroom (in fancy curly purple script, so extra). Juvenile, but it was the single-stall Everyone bathroom in the second sub-basement of the library, so you were willing to write it off as a bored freshman or something. And maybe you were a little bored yourself. Or lonely. Because you replied. You bought a green Sharpie specifically to respond to the purple word on the light orange paint. ‘Hey. W/ u studying?’
You went to check the little-used bathroom a few days later. 'Humans’ was written in beautiful purple handwriting under your green message. 'Psych major, cool. I’m eng-his double major’ You hoped the janitors wouldn’t clean off or paint over this little conversation. It was a little like having a pen pal. A couple days later you had another reply in purple swirls.
'Would you do something for me?’ The request was weird, but so were college kids; and you could always just not do it, you didn’t know who you were talking with, and were pretty sure you weren’t being followed. Like 75% sure. 70% sure. 'W/ u need?’ 'Bells NOT silver candy cream beads appreciation’ It took you a few seconds to understand that the beautiful words written at all angles on the wall were a list. (Seriously? Upside down?) It was a pretty cheap request, aside from 'appreciation’, but most college kids lived off dark humor, so you didn’t pay it much mind. Maybe they were doing a psych-sociology experiment; you didn’t want to screw up their data.
You got some cheap gold-painted aluminum jingle bells, thread, and a package of plastic beads at the craft store. They were the same kind of cheap beads a lot of the art majors wore on necklaces, so you figured that’s what your pen pal wanted. At the grocery store you added a box of unflavored single coffee creamers and a bunch of candy, including caramel with creme centers (you couldn’t tell if 'cream’ and 'candy’ were meant to be combined on the bathroom wall or not). You brought it to the single stall bathroom in the second sub-basement of the library and left the bag in the corner. You threw out the receipts, thought a second, then tore out a piece of paper from your notebook and grabbed your green marker. 'I appreciate you :)’ You wrote, messily folding the paper into a crane, the only origami you know, and leaving it on top.
You went back to your dorm, finding a small pile of pretty-looking junk on a huge leaf on your pillow. Your roommate wasn’t there. Must be a weird prank or some new internet challenge or something. You sorted through the odds and ends. Pretty rocks, tiny animals carved from wood, marbles, pieces of broken safety glass cracked through with green-blue and so fragile that some crumbled off the sides when you picked them up (you cleaned the miniscule slivers of broken glass off your pillow with some duct tape)… Eventually you found a little purple origami turtle. You opened it to find writing inside.
'Your assistance is appreciated*’ There was no other asterisk anywhere else on the paper, so it must have been a stylistic choice, not a grammatical one. You put it out of your mind and carefully refolded the turtle and set everything on your desk to deal with later. Maybe you’d give it to an art student, they always seemed to have little trinkets like that. Or trade, the student body really liked trading, or maybe most colleges full of poor college kids were like that.
In the week before midterms you suddenly awoke one night. You almost groaned and rolled over to preserve what sleep you could, but when you grabbed your blanket your hand landed on paper. You squinted at the post-it in the dim light, making out swirly fancy handwriting. Across the room, your roommate was asleep. Whatever. You stuck it to your phone and went back to sleep.
You read the post-it the next morning. ‘*I can help’
“What does that mean?” You asked your roommate, slightly accusingly. He frowned at the note. “You should probably leave this alone.” He tells you seriously. “Then why did it you stick it to me last night?” “What? No I didn’t. My handwriting looks nothing like that.” He had a point. “Are you having a friend write the notes? Is a friend of yours messing with me by way of you?” “No, I have no idea what that’s about. But if I were you, I’d steer clear of it. And make sure you have iron, salt, and cream on you.” Pippin was a theatre major, so he may be lying, but if he wasn’t lying his superstitions were true to his nature. The only group that could rival theatre majors for superstitions were D&D players.
You frowned at the post-it, debating what to do. You decided to stick it to the backside of the dorm door, adding your own post-it below in your green marker. ‘Help how?’ You didn’t think your roommate was the plagiarizing type, hopefully he only meant studying together because of how english, history, and theatre all came together.
You checked the back of the door after lunch to find a new post-it. ‘If you want to find out, come to the pool party tonight. I’ll find you.’ You debated. You knew you needed to study for midterms, but what if your roommate could help? What if he was trying (in a really weird roundabout way) to take your mind off midterms and get you to relax? You decided to go.
The pool party was more fun than you thought it’d be. You jumped in the deep end and swam around there early in the evening, before you could get drunk. They were playing good music, had more than just cheap beer in the coolers. You were genuinely having a good time. “Hey.” A smiling girl in a bikini put her arm around your shoulders. “You’re Green Marker, right?” “You’re Purple Marker?” You asked. She nodded. “How do you know Pippin?” “I know all the theatre majors in passing. And I know anyone down that deep in the library could use a hand come test time. What do you say?” “You’d help me study? Without plagiarizing?” “You’d have to provide me with something, too. Fair’s fair.” “What would you want?” “What are you willing to offer?” “More candy?” You tried. “To help you ace your midterms?” “Okay, um…”
You tried to think. People were always saying to never wager something you couldn’t bear to lose. What was something valuable enough to get studying help, but that you could bear to lose? You glanced around and realized you’d been slowly walking away from the party, into the darkness. “I’ll give you…” She wanted appreciation. “I’ll give you my friendship. How’s that?” “Wonderful.” She sighed, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Hello! I love your blog so much, your posts never fail to brighten up my day. I was wondering if you had any pictures of JK that you liked the most? Like your absolute favorites? I know it's hard because he's so pretty haha but I'm just curious! Thanks so much for such a great blog!
anon adjflasgridfjk this is so late im so sorry!! but thank you so much,, it makes me so so so happy to hear that my blog brightens your day. i honestly can’t pick my absolute favourite pictures of him bc i have a lot… and this post will get super long so i’ll just put a few that i really like from bst era!
Hey Kitty! Are you going to get the LoK comics? I was amuse to discover that the second volume will feature Zhu Li running for president (I tried to link but Tumblr won't let me - but the Avatar wikia has a blurb). Would this be super-OOC for IatS Zhu Li? (A ficlet response will turn my still IatS-bereaved heart to utter mush).
“Zhu Li,” Varrick called as he heard the front door, “why are reporters calling me and saying you’re running for president?”
He made it almost to the front hall just as she was leaving it, and he followed her as she strode past him into the house. Spine straight as ever, never any sway to her hips, always that walk like she was heading to an appointment she couldn’t miss.
“Oh, that.” She waved a dismissive hand, shopping bags hanging off her arms.
“… you’re not, right?” he asked, because she was not actually being clear on that point.
“I am,” she said, setting her bags down on a table, “but don’t worry.”
“I’m worrying,” he said. “Or – wait.” He gasped, clapping his hands together. “Is this a scheme? Is that what this is?” He circled around her, bending to see her face better as she sorted things. “Did you find a loophole in the laws around campaign financing?” he asked gleefully, like she’d bought him a gift.
“The scheme is that I’m running for president,” she explained.
He sagged with a small frown. He squinted, first left, and then right. “I don’t get it,” he admitted, dropping his hands.
“I was running errands today,” she said, “and while I was at the store–”
“Without me!” he added, indignant. “You didn’t tell me you were going to that cake place I like, why didn’t you take me?”
“I bought you some cakes,” she said, patting his arm and not even pretending that she wasn’t patronizing him.
“It’s not the same. We should go again.”
“Because, dear,” she said, “every time we go you eat all of their free samples and then you go the hat store next door and insist on trying on every single hat and swanning around the room and adopting the voice and mannerisms that you think best suit the hat, and it takes hours, and if you want to join me when I’m running errands then first you should prove that you can control yourself around a fancy hat.”
She had started to lean forward and tilt her head back, and so he had started to lean back and stand taller, and they stared at each other at an impasse.
Varrick surrendered first, crossing his arms petulantly. “You could have just said no,” he muttered.
“Sorry, dear,” she said, patting his arm and not pretending she meant it. “The point is, while I was out, I ran into… Buttercup.” The name had never been said with more venom.
“… ah.” Matters were getting clearer. “You two don’t get along.” It wasn’t really a question.
“I,” Zhu Li said, slamming a new paperweight down with enough force to dent the table’s finish, “am more than capable of being civil. She was the one being rude.”
“We did try to have her kidnapped,” Varrick reminded her.
“We tried to have her husband kidnapped,” Zhu Li corrected scornfully. “She was just there. And it was his own fault in the first place for being so unreasonable! And! And!” She jabbed a finger in Varrick’s face and he recoiled. “He put us in jail. But do I hold it against him? No. I put it behind me, like a mature adult. So for her to say that you–” She cut herself off abruptly with a huff, her hands forming angry fists at her sides. She was flush with indignation.
“So you’re running for president,” Varrick said.
“I am,” she said. “It seemed like the most effective way to destroy not only their lives, but also any legacy they might otherwise have had.”
He nodded, because the safest place to be when Zhu Li was on the warpath was behind her.
She frowned. “And I’d like to do something about the roads,” she added. “They’ve gotten really bad lately, have you noticed that?”
“I have,” he agreed.
“The infrastructure in this country is just a disaster waiting to happen,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “They’re always complaining about money, and it’s no wonder with the tax code the way it is. By the time I’m done with ours, we barely owe anything!”
“You’ve got a real way with deductions,” he agreed, and he winked. She giggled, covering her cheeks as she turned pink.
“You always know just what to say,” she said. Then she frowned again, dropping her hands. “But, seriously, I think we get more back in subsidies than we pay.”
“I don’t even know why we get those.”
“You’d think kidnapping the president and trying to start a war would disqualify me from some of those.”
“You know,” he said, “none of this explains why you’re running for president.”
He splayed out a hand on his chest. “You do know someone charismatic and well-loved who enjoys public speaking and being in charge of things,” he pointed out.
She smiled. She reached out with both hands to cup his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs as he leaned closer to her. “Oh, Iknik,” she said. “I love you. But part of loving you is being aware of what you can handle, and what you can’t. Like hat stores, or huge amounts of poorly-checked power.”
“… I love you, too.”
“Republic City’s laws also fail to account for spousal assets when it comes to the presidency, which means that Varrick Industries will be able to continue operations as normal once I’ve won.”
He considered this. “Is this why you didn’t actually want legal partnership in the company?”
“There’s a lot of reasons why I wasn’t interested in legal liability for a corporation I was already profiting from. But yes! It all worked out.”
He leaned forward until he could kiss her forehead, making her turn pink again. “Zhu Li, you’re a genius.”
so the castle has what’s called a ‘detainment room’ and here’s all we know about it, based on what coran has said so far:
coran: okay guys, sendak’s almost all hooked up. but, look. i have to warn you. this technology was used to keep altean memories alive, not to interrogate prisoners.
shiro: coran, we understand this isn’t what the technology was meant for. but if we can extract sendak’s memories, we may gain valuable intelligence on zarkon’s troop locations.
pidge: fascinating. so, how exactly does this work?
coran: as the memories are extracted, they’re written bit by bit on individual molecules of the micro-storage strands.
pidge: so this is how you incorporated king alfor’s memories into the castle of lions?
coran: precisely. but it’s never been attempted before on an unwilling participant.
like … i have so many questions right now. namely, why are there so many pods in the detainment room if it’s not for prisoners of war? and when did alfor ask coran to upload his memories into the system, for allura’s sake ???
also, that last cap is of a different room, the one where alfor’s memories were stored. just added it in for comparison.
For any of my AROHA who play Sims 4, I made the D.Store, and added the other 7 rooms in a basement level! My origin ID is snibnoom, or you can search any of the following tags to find it: ASTRO, BABY, ASTRO_DREAMSTORE.
I’ve also made the boys and uploaded them onto the gallery as well!
**No custom content was used, but I did use EPs, GPs, and SPs.