#bookkeeping features

[dreamlink3d]

i think i'm finally hitting the end of my burnout cuz i realized the thing that was making me not want to work on this was the expectation To work on this. so i fucked off for a little to plan another thing (and not follow through on it lmao) and suddenly my drive to work on this returned. hurray!

#devlog #hoping to get back into this with some new Content content rather than bookkeeping and existing work tbh #i lowkey need to rethink some abilities and planned features for warping bc i think what i had planned would make the game worse #so yeah progress again finally...!!!

[ranjith11]

Task prioritization using Asana | Asana features for task prioritization | Future Proof Accountants

In this video, Neha talks about how we can use Asana for task prioritization - making it simple for team to prioritize tasks :) In this video, we'll show you how to become a task prioritization pro using Asana. Efficiently managing your tasks is key to productivity, and Asana is here to help. We'll guide you through the steps to set up, organize, and prioritize your tasks effectively. Whether you're a project manager, student, or professional, mastering task prioritization can transform your workflow. Join us to discover the tools and techniques that will boost your productivity and help you stay on top of your to-do list.

#stay accountable #ethical accountability #accountability company #accountant bookkeeper #accounts payable bookkeeper #task of a bookkeeper #asana account #asana create account #workflow optimization #time management #project management #Future Proof Accountants #Asana for task prioritization #Task prioritization with Asana #Effective task prioritization #Asana task management #Organization strategies #Asana features for task prioritization #Task management tools #Youtube

[centelliltd]

#accounting #bookkeeping #finance #outsourcing #offshore #tax #startup #accounting softwares #freshbooks #netsuite #accounting services #vital features #CRM

[cryptotheism]

So I was reading a book on the history of double-entry bookkeeping in early-modern Britain today ("A History of the Modern Fact", by Mary Poovey), and the author mentioned offhand that numbers, far from being afforded universal respect in the late 16th century, actually carried pejorative associations with necromancy and black magic. Can you comment on this?

So, for most of human history, math has kinda been associated with magic. The fact that you can write a bunch of shapes on paper, and then manipulate those symbols to make a really good bridge, is kinda fucking crazy when you think about it.

"England in the late 16th century" is right about when John Dee died. It was after his death that his wizard notebooks were discovered and published. The fact that one of the queens most trusted confidants was actually literally trying to talk to angels with magic, was kinda the story of the century. It was around this time that Shakespeare wrote The Tempest, which featured a heavily John Dee inspired Prospero.

Dee's most significant contribution to England was actually his skill at cartography. Simply by correcting some astronomical math and pouring over charts, he figured out how to shortcut weeks off trade routes to India. The relationship between astronomy, mathematics, and Dee being a wizard, was not lost on English pop culture.

So, if you were an old guy in 1626 with a beard who spent all of his time cloistered in a big castle, and all you did was weird math, people might half-seriously speculate that you might be doing some wizard shit.

Additionally, this is a period where many mathematics texts from the Islamicate world were making their way to England. And you've gotta understand that like 25% of these Arabic math textbooks straight up had spells in them. Any English collegiate mathematician at this time would at least be tangentially aware that Islamic polymaths were doing some pseudo-religious stuff with mathematics. But that doesn't mean it was taken seriously beyond commonplace orientalism.

So I'm not sure if I would go so far as to say that numbers themselves had a negative association with magic. Like, accountants had normal boring math to do all the time and nobody cared.

I would say that mathematics were occasionally regarded with suspicion under specific circumstances.

[devsgames]

HOT GAMEDEVS DON'T GATEKEEP

Inspired by this post by @midwinterhunt, here's a compilation of all the game dev resources I have come across, most of which I use fairly frequently. Most of these are free, some are paid but fairly cheap. Feel free to add your own resources. ✌️

Important reminder: When using basically any works or programs someone else created in your games, make sure you thoroughly understand the licenses and terms it has been shared with. If you don't know what the terms are, reach out to the resource and ask. Don't be lazy about this; it's not only dishonest but it can come back to bite you.

Engines

Unity - Best suited for mobile and multi-platform.

Unreal - Tailored for shooters and high-fidelity experiences.

PICO-8 - Virtual console for simple games

Godot - Open source and free!

GameMaker - Good for 2D games

Bitsy - Great little engine for making simple games and experiences

Construct - Never used but have heard nice things

Scratch - If you've never coded before, this is the best place to start. Great for young devs and those who want to get their feet wet.

Adventure Game Studio - Best suited for adventure games

RPG Maker - Best suited for top-down classic JRPG style games

Twine - Text-centric games like Interactive Fiction

Assets

OpenGameArt - Many assets, various licenses, and plenty of CC0 content.

Unity Store - For Unity only. Some free.

Unreal Store - For Unreal only. Some free.

Godot Asset Library

Jean Moreno's Toon Effects - Some of the best effects available on the Unity store. Unity only but I've used them in basically every project.

Steamworks.net C# Wrapper For Unity - Unity only C# wrapper for integrating Steam compatibility to your game

Itch.io - Plenty of free art assets and game dev resources

Kenney - Kenney makes tons of open-source assets for devs to use.

Art

Mixamo - Generates rigs for your humanoid models and lets you apply a library of free humanoid animations to them. Super helpful for prototyping. Adobe.

Blender - Free, open source and fully featured 3D program.

XNormal - Free offline normal map generator

Normal Map Online - Free online normal map generator

Crocotile - Cheap tool for building 3D models from sprite sheets

MagicaVoxel - Free voxel modelling tool

Piskel - Free online sprite drawing tool

Aesprite - Paid sprite drawing tool

TurboSquid - Not always great quality, but can be good source of free placeholders.

Textures.com - Limited texture downloads per day but free for personal use.

Pexels - Free stock photo resource. Most are free for commercial use. Check licenses.

Clipstudio - Good for illustration or graphic design. One time payment.

GIMP - Image editing program a-la Photoshop. Free.

Audio

Audacity - Free and fully-featured DAW/audio editor.

sfx.me - Free 8-bit synth-style sound effect generator for games.

CastingCallClub - Easy forum to find amateur voice talent for your project (p.s.: you should pay them).

FreeSound.org - Free sounds, searchable by license. A go-to for my audio needs.

Incompetech - Royalty-free music by Kevin McLeod.

Scott Buckley Music - Royalty free with conditions. Generally more on the cinematic side of things but very good stuff!

SoundCloud - 'Search -> By Track -> Filter: Use Commercially' leads to songs posted with allowance of commercial use. Always reach out to the artist to understand their terms and confirm that it's okay to use with your project.

Project Planning

Keymailer - Handy for mailing keys to influencers (don't expect a lot of traction unless you're paying for some of the features though).

Trello - Kanban board. Great for organizing tasks, managing bugs, etc. Free.

Notion - Private text and wiki page editor. Good for project organization, note taking, and fleshing out ideas. Free.

Obsidian - Alternative to Notion, with similar features.

Miro - Free whiteboard for organizing thoughts, images, brainstorming, etc.

Wave - Free Bookkeeping site. Great for keeping finances organized.

#gamedev #game development #game dev #indie games #indie game #gamedevelopment #indiegames #indiedev #indie dev #game developer #resources #blog

[unpretty]

hey kitty! if its not too boring of a subject for you, do you think you could talk a little bit about how you stay organized at work? i've been doing the bookkeeping at my job for about 6 months and i'm not doing too badly, but i'm still always worried i'll forget to pay an invoice or lose a credit card receipt or whatever. you're the coolest accountant i know, so any tips you have would be awesome. thank you!!

here's an old post i did about office supplies if that interests you

the two big ones for me are

microsoft to-do

ezstax

these are both Brand Names but alternatives that work for you are fine, these are just what work for me

to-do because my job is literally just doing the same things over and over again so i have lists for things i do every day, every week, every other week, every month, and annually. in my first year of employment every time i got assigned a new task i added it to my list and set it to repeat based on how often it got done and by year two i had most of the things. to-do also lets you create a checklist for each list item, and attach files. i keep my really detailed notes on How To Do My Job in OneNote because that's what i used in college so it's what i'm used to, but breaking everything down into checklists is really handy for me when i forget how to perform basic tasks like an amnesiac baby.

particularly because it has the 'my day' feature where everything due that day automatically gets added to your day so if you forget what you're supposed to be doing you just open it up and it's like "hello have you done all these yet". you can also just add things that are just 'tasks' if they're not recurring, so if someone says "can you do thing by time" i'm like "sure" and then i add it to my list.

i'll put the rest behind a cut because this is only relevant if you are working somewhere that still uses paper for every fucking thing. with digital files just add a date to the beginning of every filename when you save it. you will thank yourself later. give files names descriptive enough that later you can just type LEAVE REQUEST FORM in your start menu in a panic and have the correct file pop up. attaching things to your to-do list items can also save you a lot of time.

oh right, pay one time for foxit pdf instead of getting a subscription to do pdf shit. there's probably alternatives but whatever. foxit works fine. foxit is also trying to sell me a subscription but i ignore that.

ezstax are much dumber, they're little plastic things that let you sort all your paperwork into files and then stack them on top of each other instead of having piles of paperwork all over your desk.

sane people use files and file folders for this but i don't put anything into a file folder until i know for sure that something will happen to trigger my taking the item back out of the folder. because i am going to forget. if i forward a copy and am waiting to hear back, the original invoice is not coming back out of the file until i hear back. i already gave you the paperwork. if you need reminders to get it back to me that's a you problem. i'm not getting paid a management salary so i'm not here to tell anyone how to do their job.

(file folders work fine for credit card receipts because i can paperclip them to the folder to make them stay put and then when the statement comes in i know to get the receipts out of the folder. i only in the last year realized that i could put sticky tabs on cardstock and label each piece of cardstock for a different department and paperclip the receipts to that in order to create subfolders in my credit card folder. i felt very clever about this.)

anyway obviously that creates a problem when i have paperwork that i'm supposed to set aside until i do something else. if it's in a file i will not remember it. it will be forgotten, forever. so instead i keep it on a stack in my desk. so every time it's time to do payroll, i grab the payroll stack, and anything i needed to set aside until payroll is sitting there staring me in the face.

same goes for invoices! i get a stack of invoices and i sort them into 'ready to pay' and 'still needs info', and once that's sorted i put my 'still needs info' stack on top of my ready to pay stack so i can sort through it more thoroughly. i send out reminders for purchase orders and set things in a folder to wait until i get my purchase order back, i email vendors for invoices on statements that i never got, etc etc. i keep my inbox empty except for things that i need to take action on so i don't forget about anything i got emailed about. if there's more than ten emails i will start forgetting things and the situation is dire.

#original #boring work stuff

[relaxxattack]

you are so very homestuck knowledgeable. when you have the time and should inspiration strike, please tell all your headcanons about oliveblood trolls.

ooo what a great question! for this one i think first we'd need to break down current stereotypes about olivebloods. there's actually not much that we're given about them tbh

according to the homestuck wiki, which is based on info from both the comic and more dubiously canon things like friendsim and hiveswap, the olive caste's two singular traits seem to be "wild animal" and "romance liker". both of these, obviously, are traits pulled from our wonderful main girl nepeta, who was the singular representation of the olive caste for a long time; alongside her dancestors. which is quite cute, who doesn't love nepeta?

the thing is though that i am one of those nitpicky people who likes to say, "well, hey now, nepeta isn't actually representative of her caste at ALL." in fact, none of the beta trolls are. i honestly feel like it should be assumed that just like the beta kids, the beta trolls are weirdos, and not really the 'norm' in their society.

nepeta lives out in the wilderness very specifically away from society in a way that is remarked on as being unusual even for someone of her color; and she does not even understand what role her caste would have given her in normal society. and i mean... considering aradia tavros and sollux are LOWER than nepeta, it doesn't really make sense for them all to have nicer houses than her unless she's unusual in her situation.

^ nepeta is in fact NOT a good representation of olivebloods.

which means... no, i don't think all olive trolls are romance obsessed wilderness girls, actually, sorry, hiveswap friendsim, i have to shelve you from my alternia analysis for now.

luckily, there ARE other olivebloods in the series!

first of all, the other leijons. unfortunately, none of them are really "good" examples either. meulin is from an entirely different planet, and disciple is from an ancient history perhaps even less representative of "normal" life than nepeta is. all we really get from them is stuff we already knew from nepeta-- the wildness, the relationship interest. with an added fact that both meulins seem to be somewhat bookish.

and so who does that bring us to? the final canonical oliveblood.

that's right.

troll will smith.

troll will smith is canonically an oliveblood. not only that, but he's a famous actor, which means he is basically a "model" for society- for what it looks like once you "have it all made". i would imagine this goes even more for alternia, supposedly a very movie-geared society.

the two troll will smith features that canonically exist on alternia are Fresh Prince and Hitch. in both of these films, will smith plays a character that is self-made and clever, a regular guy who is just skilled. it should also be noted that while a "threshecutioner" is a job with a heavy blueblood populous, greenbloods can also be one, and it's common enough that a show about it wasn't cut by the alternian dictatorship.

so therefore, what traits can we pull that all of these olivebloods (and equius lol) display to us?

olive trolls are lower class, but they're capable of working up through their connections

likely due to this, olive trolls are often clever and self made. they're likely quick-witted and sharp

they're good at their jobs! most olive trolls that are seen in the comic are very good with their respective practices (be it drawing, writing, bookkeeping, or melee fighting)

it's possible that olive trolls have a good intuition, and are fairly in touch with their own instincts. this would explain why some of them seem to fare better in the wild or in fights, and also why they are stereotyped as having a natural inclination for relationships. i think this is also a good transition ground between the impressive physical psionics of the castes lower than olive, and the emotional/mental psionics of the highbloods above them.

so, there we go. these are my olive headcanons! they're not comfortably well off or anything, but they're not wild animals either-- they're hard workers and skilled at what they put their minds to. probably usually working a nine to five and doing their best in life hoping to move up with a good quadrant or promotion. at least, in my headcanon anyway- no need to take this as fact!

#homestuck #alternia #nepeta leijon #olive caste #olivebloods #hemospectrum #hsmeta #op #my meta

[norel-ravenclaw]

Naughty Dreams About Belle~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Naughty dreams

Rating: NSFW

Word count: ~1700

Description: What will the princes dream about when Belle slips into their subconscious?

WARNINGS: | suggestive situations | dub-con elements | mxw |

Chevalier

Belle always seemed to come to bother him when he was in his secret library. And so that, naturally, became the scene his subconscious chose to torment him in. Belle stands in his haven in a fine gown, fit for a queen. And a queen she is - his. Despite having the ability to lucid dream, this development is so unexpected, he lets the scene play out in... curiosity. Here she is not a bookkeep, but a foreign princess come to tame the Bloody Beast. Her eyes are filled with as much fire as fear, as much longing as lust. Why he feels compelled to indulge her desires is beyond him. Why... does his own mind seem to echo this desire?

When he wakes, he is unsettled by this revelation of his psyche. He tries to ignore that it ever happened. And he does so successfully - until she shows up later in his office. The afternoon sun sets her glowing like a reckoning angel - that same fire and fear blazing as he saw in his nighttime vision. And far more now than before, it holds him captivated. Belle asks why he seems more avoidant than usual. He can think of nothing to say, unable to meet her eye as memories of ripping off that fine gown come to mind.

Leon

Leon can't help that Belle is always on his mind. She's fun, and she makes him comfortable. So he dreams of taking her to a festival in town, disguised as commoners. They dance and drink and eventually find their way to an inn. Even in his dream, he realizes how bold and shameless he is with her in that dark, cozy room.

Perhaps his subconscious screaming his desire to escape was a bit loud for his comfort, but thinking of whisking her away on such a date in real life does indeed sound tempting. When he sees her later, he has to try to bluff his way around the blush that seizes him. Has her smile always been this radiant? It's really turning him on...

Sariel

The devil lacks the same gift of lucid dreaming that Chevalier possesses, but he knows how to wake himself easily. When the dream begins in the town alleyways, he braces himself for nightmares he'll have to wake from. But his path takes him to the bookshop. This time, however, when he seizes the lovely, trembling commoner, he takes her to his quarters. In this dream realm, the devil wanted her for himself. And here, she is his Persephone - giving herself over to his desires with surprising eagerness.

Morning comes too soon, and sitting in the study room with her, it takes a surprising amount of effort to keep his mind from wandering to the passion he shared with his lovely captive in his dreams. Would she ever be so willing to submit to the devil in the waking world...?

Rio

Who else does Rio dream about? Half the time anymore, he has sweet, lusty dreams of the domestic type. He would make SUCH a good house husband, wouldn't he? Spoiling his precious wife in every way possible. ...On every surface possible in their cozy cottage.

Of course he's going to blush when he sees her after such vivid dreams. Perhaps someday she'll allow him to live them out with her. He'll make the reality even better.

Yves

Belle gets so excited every morning to see the princes' clothing, Yves started imagining outfits for her before he drifts to sleep. Eventually, it was bound to make an appearance in his dreams. What he didn't expect was to see her standing there before the mirrors, holding the expensive fabric to her naked skin - blushing while he pins it around her. Just enough reality slips in for him to realize this way of trying to make a dress was ridiculous and would never work... so she lets it fall to the ground. This is not the shock that wakes him, but the shock of reaching out to touch her.

When he sees her the next day, it's not until they've made eye contact that he remembers his risqué dream. Thus begins a four day game of Avoid-Belle-At-All-Costs-So-She-Doesn't-Find-Out-What-A-Depraved-Idiot-I-Am.

Licht

He knows just how dangerous the castle can be, and can't help but worry about the ill prepared Belle's safety. One night he dreams of training her in self defense. With every touch, every time their bodies press together, he finds himself losing control. Suddenly his lips - and hands - are all over her.

When he sees her the next day, he can hardly keep his head up for the shame. And yet, when he glances at her, his face burns not with regret, but echoes of desire. Desire to protect, and... and more.

Nokto

The only reason the library is one of the seventh prince's favourite rooms is how it is almost always empty - perfect for the most clandestine meetings. But with Belle spending half her days there, his mind starts putting the two together. Soon he dreams of meeting her there. Of teaching the sweet, innocent Belle of life's greatest thrills.

When he wakes, he can't help but make the suggestion to her. What better temptation to a bookworm than to combine pleasures in her favourite place?

Jin

He can't help but think of sweet Belle. The way she moves alone has him captivated. Seeing her - this pure lovely creature - in a place like the gardens, is enough to make him imagine impossible things. In this glowing dream world, he approaches her by the garden salon chaise. Even his dream self is surprised when she shyly plants herself on his lap. How can he resist this sweet temptation, really? Who cares if anyone sees them.

Unlike Nokto, when he sees her the following day, he resists the urge to ask her to recreate his spicy dreams. But only just. He'll find a more tame way of propositioning her.

Silvio

What else would the Benitoitian prince's dreams be but extravagant? He enters a room in a magnificent seashell palace to find a canopied bed covered in strings of pearls, gold coins, gem pendants. And lying on that bed, draped in silks, is... Belle?! He's momentarily shocked that she is the one his dream would choose. But seeing her there, radiant with her hair spread across the pillows, pearls and emeralds getting caught up in it... he won't resist any longer.

The tsundere in him battles when next he sees her. A cowardly part of him blushes and tries to run, while the rest seeks to recreate the splendiferous scene with her - as his own.

Keith

He knows something is up with Belle, and it bothers him to no end. So much that he begins to dream about it. He sits with her in a greenhouse, chatting over tea. He tries gently, clumsily, to get answers. As he fails in is questioning over and over, finally something in his snaps. It's time to make this an interrogation. He hauls her up from the table and pushes her back against a tree. He must know. Who is she? Is she a threat? Really? This sweet looking, shy, innocent, girl who vexes him so...

He wakes with a start. And when he does, he realizes that both consciousnesses remember. How strange... Though this dream does give him an idea of how to proceed with his investigation. ...He might just enjoy it.

Clavis

Naturally, the lavender menace's dreams are twice as chaotic as his waking hours. Of course he often dreams about his own traps. How delightful, one night, when he dreams of sweet Belle caught up in a net. In his room~ His fixation turns to lust which turns to... a most interesting time~

The dream is so different, so... kinky and explicit, even he blushes when recalling it. He is a gentleman, after all, so meeting her eye at breakfast and recalling the filthy things he did to her nearly feels like breaking his own code. Whew, but what an idea, hm...? Perhaps there might have to be a secret, private line of Lelouch items made... for lovers.

Luke

What a better way to comfort someone in distress than with a bear hug and cuddles. A nap can help fix everything, if just for a little while. At first, the only place he has the courage to suggest such a thing is in dreams. And how nice it is, curling up with Belle under a tree, in that ridiculously big bed in his room... sweet, comforting cuddles and nap time turn into something a little more... well, awake.

He can't really feel guilty about it when he wakes up. On the contrary, he finds himself daydreaming about how nice it would be. Maybe he could convince her to ditch a lesson here or there.

Gilbert

There is a lovely, if grim, place in Obsidian palace that the prince likes. A greenhouse-like apothecary. Fit for experimenting with poisons, plant husbandry, and an occasional respite. The place is even fitted with a hammock. For as much as Gilbert hates dreaming, he finds it can be useful at times. But tonight, he dreams of the place with an unexpected visitor. Belle lounges in the hammock, draped in a tunic made of toxic flowers. Like Persephone, goddess of life, wearing a cloak of death. The poetry of it is irresistable.

Of course he intended to make her his from the very beginning. He is more determined than ever to see her in that place. With him. His gothic goddess~

#norel writes #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri sariel #ikepri chevalier #ikepri keith #ikepri jin #ikepri clavis #ikepri gilbert #ikepri leon #ikepri nokto #ikepri luke #ikepri yves #ikepri silvio #ikepri rio #sariel noir #chevalier michel #jin grandet #keith howell #clavis lelouch #gilbert von obsidian #leon dompteur #nokto klein #licht klein #yves kloss #silvio ricci #rio ortiz

[hannie-dul-set]

— arranged by: member (eldest to youngest) | date (latest to oldest) | type (full-length to drabbles to blurbs). i don’t recommend reading my older works because they’re terrible. still putting them on here for the sake of bookkeeping | last updated: 23.12.18.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. GENERAL WARNINGS. too much swearing, references to/jokes about sex but i will not write smut, an awful amount of secondhand embarrassment, all of the boys are pathetic (check each chapter for specific warnings). WORD COUNT. (currently) 22k.

[monsters don’t hide under the bed] 

LOVE VOMIT.  [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x  reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. college! au, orgmate! soobin, strangers to friends to lovers, slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, comfort (no hurt), SLOWBURN, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. reader is shorter than soobin, swearing, drinking, kissing, unrequited feelings, annoying org jargon. WORD COUNT. 36k.

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?) soobin blacked out one evening and forgot something he shouldn’t have.

PAIRING. choi soobin x reader. GENRE. fluff, humor, lovestruck! soobin, based on the manhwa “daybreaking romance.” WARNINGS. drinking, swearing. WORD COUNT. 1.2k.

모기 / MOGI. in which all of your life, you and beomgyu have been stuck together like glue whether you liked it or not. and as much as you want to change that, life seems to have different plans. 

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment), romance, humor, very light-barely there angst, pining idiots, college! au with flashes to high school, featuring an ensemble of 01z idols. WARNINGS. swearing, many many (fake) death threats, so much secondhand embarrassment, mentions of sex, mentions of blood and gore, the worldly problems of a teenager, mc has anger issues, gossip. WORD COUNT. 14k.

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. you don’t buy it when beomgyu keeps trying to make a move on you.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. fluff, humor. WARNINGS. swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing. WORD COUNT. 1.6k.

BFF PRO MAX. best friends doing not so best friend things.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x reader. GENRE. fluff, suggestive. WARNINGS. making out. WORD COUNT. 582.

[rockstar! au]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER MASTERLIST. © hannie-dul-set.

#masterlist

[bonezone44]

I Have A System (18+)

Joel x afab!Reader

Summary: You try to help Joel with his bookkeeping and end up fucking his foot.

Word Count: 1474

tags: foot kink, foot fucking, toe sucking, non-descript Reader, pet names: baby, darlin. Joel refers to Reader's pussy as "she"

A/N: Alright. Last foot fic for a while!! I’m not even that into feet. These things just keep happening…..

—--

You don’t know how you end up in the position.

You were helping Joel organize his financials and get them keyed into the computer. And while sorting through the stacks of papers, you accidentally knocked them over, scattering them around and underneath his desk. You were crawling through the disaster trying to clean it all up and Joel was griping about you unplugging one of his cords. You couldn’t blame him. It was a mess of wires under his desk. And loose screws. And drill bits. And gas station receipts. And an empty bag of Takis. 

“Get out,” he groused with his eyes on his screen, nudging you with his knee. “I’ll deal with it later.”

“Oh! Like you deal with all this other shit down here?” You flicked your hip against him and his chair went rolling backward. “Fuckin’ mess,” you muttered, flinging the Takis bag in his direction.

He groaned. He planted one bare foot on the ground and the other against your backside. “I have a system—”

“You don’t have shit!” you laughed, tossing more trash over your shoulder.

He shoved you with his foot. “I know where everything is–”

“No, you don’t!” You threw your ass back against him, but he didn’t roll that time.

He braced his hands on the arms of his desk chair and pulled his leg back, swatting your hip with the top of his foot. “Get out!”

“No!” you snapped.

And at some point in the tussle, his bare foot got tangled in the loose leg of your shorts.

“Shit,” he muttered.

With one hand holding you up and the other around a receipt for two donuts and an energy drink, you clenched your thighs together to trap his foot in place. “Ha!” you shouted in victory, wiggling your ass in his direction.

You had been too focused on your task to realize just what Joel’s foot was pressing against and as he kicked his leg to free it, an involuntary moan echoed from your gut and you nearly fell face first into the hardwood floor beneath you.

Your bodies went still.

Silence fell between you.

There was only the whirr of his computer’s cooling fans filling the void.

Joel broke the tension with a chuckle. “You liked that, huh?”

You swallowed, unable to speak or move. 

He flexed his toes and your body trembled.

He laughed. “Do me a favor, darlin, and sit up straight for me.”

You looked back at him over your shoulder. Wide-eyed.

His eyes were adoring but his smirk was wild. “Go on, now.”

You took steady breaths as you spread your thighs, allowing Joel to pull his foot away. You turned around to face him and plopped your ass down. Your shoulders were hunched and the top of your head pressed against the underside of his desk. 

“Spread those legs for me, baby,” he drawled.

You blinked slowly and complied.

Joel grunted, his palm squeezing the hardening length beneath his jeans. He settled his right heel mere inches from your crotch. He reached forward with his toes and pressed into your clothed center.

You gasped and twitched.

“Yeah, she likes it,” Joel chuckled. He watched you with discerning eyes as he curled and splayed his toes against you. His forearm flexing as he clutched himself. “Go ahead and take those shorts off.”

Your eyelids drooped and your jaw went slack. You lifted your hips and peeled off your shorts and underwear. Your bare bottom fell back down to the floor.

A pleasured scowl overcame Joel’s features. “She's hungry,” he moaned. 

He began to pet and caress your pussy lips with his big toe, tracing along your wet edges with the curl of his foot. He unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock from its confines. With his eyes locked on your exposed core, he spat on his cock, a long trail of saliva falling from his pouting lips. His hand spread around what little moisture it provided. 

His left foot joined his right and he pulled your lips apart with his big toes. 

Cool air across your center made your body tremble.

“Never thought I could get ya like this,” he said as he stroked himself. “All wet and desperate.”

You whimpered as he toyed with your clit, squeezing it between his toes. 

“Think I could get a few in there?” he asked. His left foot pressed against your inner right thigh. He prodded at your entrance with the toes of his right foot, wiggling them to see if he could stretch you enough to stuff them inside.

You curled your hips forward with a guttural moan, falling forward on your palms. 

He pulled back his left foot and planted it on the ground. He pulled his right foot away from you.

You whimpered and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He grinned. His hand still gliding up and down his cock. “I think we can get the whole thing in there.”

“What?” the question fell from your lips with a gasping breath.

“Get it wet,” he said. His smile dropped. “Then fuck yourself on it,” he snarled.

You blinked. Your whole body roiled with heat and panic and desire. 

He lifted his right foot to your face, almost kicking you with it. “Go on,” he said–all amusement gone.

You grabbed the foot in your hands and brought it to your lips. You tongued between his big and second toes, tasting your own slick and the dry salt of his skin. You sucked the second toe into your mouth, laving it with saliva. Then with his big toe prodding the outside of your cheek, you brought the other four into your mouth, forcing yourself to drool and dribble. Once satisfied, you pulled his foot away and set it back down on the floor.

Joel watched with hungry eyes. “Sit on it,” he spat.

Every inch of your skin burned and cunt pulsed. You were still in an awkward half-crouch position underneath his desk, but you didn’t think to move or resituate yourself. You simply lifted your hips and hovered above his toes. You brought two fingers into your mouth and quickly wet them before plunging them inside of you. You needed to start from somewhere before taking a whole foot inside of you. 

“Fuck yeah,” Joel groaned, squeezing his cock.

You didn’t have much patience and after only a few seconds of fingering yourself, you grabbed his foot and held it in place. You began to lower your desperate cunt onto his toes. It felt… strange and asymmetrical. You had to go slowly, pushing past the uncomfortable burn of your inner thighs and core. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel gasped out. “You like that, baby? You like fuckin my foot?” he wiggled his toes inside of you and it did something wicked to your g-spot, pushing a disembodied cry from your chest. 

You rolled your hips up and down as his foot went deeper inside your cunt. All of his toes were inside of you and you were nearly to the arch.

“You look so good like that. Fuck, you look good.” Joel spat into his hand and stroked himself faster. 

He continued to wiggle his foot as much as he could with it inside of you. You groaned and fell forward on your elbows. “You like that, baby? That foot treatin you good?”

You nodded absently, your body chasing the burning hit billowing from your core. You panted and moved your hips with an animalistic hunt for release. The fact that you were fucking Joel’s foot was a stray thought in the back of your mind. Your main focus was the pleasure rippling out in steady building waves.

“Come on, baby. That little pussy takes my foot so good.” He groaned. “Shit, she’s good.”

Your hips jerked back and forth. Your face fell into the floor as one hand held his foot steady in place and the other toyed with your clit. Every muscle in your body worked towards to same goal–come come come come—

A high pitch moan escaped you as your orgasm hit. Your cunt pulsed steadily around his toes. Your body trembled in aftershocks and your pumping blood vessels dulled your hearing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel groaned. “Fuckin’ my foot like that.” His whole body tensed up. “Fuckfuckfuck–” Joel came in his hand with a tight lipped grunt, cum spurting up and out over his frantic hand. He exhaled loudly and stroked himself, spreading the cum around as small droplets continued to leak out of him.

You pulled Joel’s foot out of your cunt with a moan and fell onto your side. You couldn’t open your eyes. Too hazed and dizzy.

Joel sighed. “This is why I don’t want you messin around in here,” he smiled. “We never get any goddamn work done.”

—--

#joel miller x afab!reader #foot kink

[kaigarax]

Bittersweet

Niko Ikki x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone bringing you forward." & "Fall in love with an attentive heart."

Someone You Loved Featuring: The Bookkeeper

There was a nervous sort of feeling that filled Niko Ikki to the brim as he entered the building. It wasn’t his first time attending an art exhibit but it certainly felt so. There had been plenty of art exhibits he had been invited to (mostly yours) but this would only be the third he’s chosen to attend and (he’d like to point out) not for a lack of want.

The free time of an athlete, contrary to popular belief, was quite limited. Much of his free time was spent either muscle conditioning, reviewing hours of film and honing his practical skills. Not to mention when he did have games there was no way he’d be allowed to miss it, even if he was injured or sick. All of which accumulated to a small number of days he absolutely had to miss and even more when taking into account what he couldn’t stand to miss.

But, luckily, it had been the midst of the off season when the invitation arrived in the mail.

It was a pretty card, swirling coffee and chestnut browns boarded a picture that Niko was certain you’d taken. His name, so carefully and dutifully written atop the page, written by none other than you. He can tell it’s your writing from the way you dot your I’s and swerve your k’s. Almost immediately after receiving the letter did he send a reply in response.

Niko, being the ever punctual and attentive soul that he is, arrives precisely on the time which has been listed atop the card. Which means he arrives exactly an hour later than you and a half hour earlier than all the other guests. You, being the main headliner, meant you would obviously have to arrive earlier than the guest in order to make sure everything was running smoothly. And, all the other guests arriving exactly half an hour late is what all artists like to call arriving fashionably late.

Niko never really understood the term ‘fashionably late’. One of his teammates, the rich fellow that grew up in this kinda world, had tried explaining it to him but the fundamental idea of arriving late was just something Niko couldn’t get with. As an athlete, arriving late was basically a prison sentence to the bench if not the death of your career.

He looked around pensively. The room was mostly empty, if not for a few of the staff running around the back of the room trying to put the last finishing touches on everything before the exhibit was filled to the brim with people.

The small vase of red flowers makes Niko stand out like a sore thumb against the coffee gray walls and dim lighting. He thinks that maybe the flowers would match the room a little better if not for the fact that he’s chosen a bright blue vase.

“Niko!” Your voice floats through the presently empty building like the melody of a long forgotten favourite song.

He smiles, ever so slightly, “(L/n).”

“I’m so happy you decided to come.”

“Me too.”

“Have you been waiting long?”

“Just arrived.”

“Oh, that’s a relief! I was supposed to be waiting for guests to arrive but then I had to use the washroom and then by the time I realised it, it was already time to open!” You smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, “most people don’t arrive on time but they're always eager folk like you.”

Perhaps that was what drew you to Niko in the first place?

His punctual presence?

Niko’s expression betrays his persona of a cool and calculated man as a smile turns his lips upwards, “and isn't that your favourite thing about me?”

“Not when I’m running late!” You exclaim.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Niko holds the blue vase of red flowers out to you, “congratulations.”

You smile, not that practiced one that you usually greet others with, nor the one where your eyes close when you're embarrassed. You smile a pretty and genuine smile as you take the blue vase from him, “thank you Niko. You shouldn’t have.”

Niko’s heart skips a beat, “don’t think about it too hard.”

“Give me a moment to put these away and then I’ll show you around the gallery.” You say, “you’re going to love some of the photos I did this year. Definitely some of my best work. Much better than the landscape one you went to last year.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Niko I can look around well enough on my own. You focus on entertaining those art critics you’re always worrying about.”

You look torn, looking between Niko and the door before finally sighing, “you’re staying for the reception, right?”

Niko chuckles, “only for you.”

You smile thankfully before making your way off towards a door near the back of the room.

Truthfully, Niko had only planned on staying for an hour or so. He’d never really been a big fan of art and though yours was an exception there was still only so much time he could stand still staring at pictures. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to say ‘no’ when you made such an expression. Actually, he’d never been very good at saying no to you in the first place and part of him is certain you know that. The other part of him doesn't care. It’s you, afterall.

Everything feels much more abstract in this particular album, though Niko supposes it would be so with a title like ‘The Poet’. Poets are, afterall, weavers of words and creators of worlds left only to be seen in the mind. There’s no definitive person in any of the photos but it’s obviously all relating to a single person with a title like ‘The Poet’ falling into your collection of Muses.

One photo, for example, has the hand of a man holding a plastic paint brush dipped in the darkest of black paints. Letters, Niko supposes, are sprawled across leaving what he assumes to be a poetic message but the language isn’t anything he recognizes. Not that it matters anyways. He’s much more focused on the yellow edges of the paper, the corners wrinkled and ripped and torn ever so slightly. The photo’s titled ‘Between You and Me’ in golden plating at the bottom of the frame. It’s pretty.

“Bookkeeper!”

Niko turns to the loud voice letting out a deep sigh when he comes face to face with the loud and boisterous, “Dancer.”

The Dancer is a man with bright coloured hair. Not so orange yet not so red. Never quite blonde but neither a brunette. His hair is untamed and runs off in every direction it so pleases like a lion’s mane. Niko’s seen folks from all around the world but he never can seem to place where exactly the Dancer might be from. He’s well dressed, in a black suit with a splash of colour in the form of an orange tie. Niko thinks it goes well with his hair. His blue shades, on the other hand, contrast with the look and are at the least tacky. Looking very stupid inside a dark venue such as the one you’ve chosen.

What you ever saw in such a boisterous and obnoxious man is far beyond even Niko’s wildest imaginations but he supposes he’s never asked you before. Niko never doubted your choice in Muses except for perhaps this man here.

No, that’s a lie.

There are plenty of you Muses that Niko wouldn’t have picked but he does have to admit one thing. You have an eye for people that draw attention - which is why, for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why you had picked him in the first place.

Hopefully your taste hasn't once again been led astray with the Poet.

Niko can only hope.

“What’re you doing in a place like this?” The Dancer asks, “I thought Soccer players were kept in jail cells in the offseason.”

Niko rolls his eyes, though he doubts the Dancer can see it, “football.”

“Hm?”

“Football, Dancer. Not soccer.”

The Dancer shrugs, “football. Soccer. Same difference.”

Niko’d say something about Americans though he doubts that’s where the Dancer is actually from, especially from his accent. Besides, he’s certain the Dancer is doing it on purpose. Always did find some sick form of amusement from annoying others. Anyways, it would be an insult to Americans to lump this obnoxious man among them. Even right now Niko has half a mind to flip this man off or say something rude. He obviously refrains from doing so as he’d never want to ruin your big night (or just do anything to make you upset in general) but the idea is enough to cheer him up, if just a little.

“What do you want, Dancer?” Sighs Niko.

The Dancer feigns an expression of pain, “why, Bookkeeper I’m hurt! And here I was thinking we were finally friends.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have come here if I’d have known you were coming.”

“Just imagine our little photographer's expression if she heard that!”

“I’m certain she’d understand.”

“Always let you get away with little things like that.”

“That’s because I’m actually nice to her.”

“Hey! I’m nice to her.”

Niko smirks, “if you say so.”

The Dancer looks as though he wants to say something more but bites his tongue. His eyes move across the room landing on you as you’re in the middle of a conversation with a couple. You’re pointing out something about the photo the three of you are standing in front of before laughing at a joke you must’ve just told. He knows you must’ve been the one to tell the joke from the way you cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

“So what’s your consensus on the Poet?” Asks the Dancer.

Niko turns to face him, “haven’t met him. You?”

“Haven’t met him either. His name’s listed in the agenda and credits but there’s no photo of his face.”

Niko smiles ever so slightly at that, “so he’s camera shy.”

“He’s certainly not the only one.”

Niko has a jibe at the forefront of his mind but holds his tongue as you and the couple you’re talking to pass by himself and the Dancer. So instead, he turns towards the nearest photo plastered up on the wall, “any guess on who it might be?”

The Dancer points to a man standing in the back of the room with blonde hair, “what about him?”

“No,” Niko shakes his head, “his features are… plain.”

“Perhaps that’s why his face isn’t in any of the photos.”

“There’s nothing about him that screams ‘sparking’.”

“Ah yes,” says the Dancer, “sparking,” as though it’s his first time tasting the words upon his lips.

“How about him?” Asks Niko, pointing to a man close to him with gray eyes.

“Hm,” the Dancer inspects him for a bit before pulling back, “no chance.”

Niko doesn't disagree.

The two men spend more time looking at the different party guests than they do looking at the pictures containing the man they happen to be looking for. From boys looking to have just entered their early twenties to men whose hair has begun to turn gray.

Eventually they both settle on a brunette with brown eyes. The tips of his hair are dyed a green that strangely seems to go very well with the coffee brown walls of the room.

Niko shares a look with the Dancer.

Then the Dancer is off with another word, making his way towards the Poet without another word.

The Poet is tall and attractive. Perhaps not jaw dropping attractive but attractive enough to garner the attention of a female or two. Perhaps even three if he knew how to play his cards right. He’s looking around the room like a deer in headlights, shifting his weight from one foot to the other constantly. He looks nice, if not a little timid. Exactly what Niko would expect from someone too shy to actually have their face featured in any of your photos.

Some of your photos don’t even feature him in the first place like the photo title ‘Again’ for example. There’s a black book left alone on a coffee table, propped open to a page somewhere in the middle of the novel. The words ‘Friend or Foe’ are written in neat black font on the top of one page while the other side, where the author’s name would be, is covered with a black pen.

Niko assumes that the same black pen is the one responsible for leaving words scribbled along the margins of the page. Some of the words are crossed out while others are highlighted, underlined and circled. That strange letting from the photo before can be found here again. Niko wonders if it might be the same word but doesn't care enough to ask.

The Dancer, Niko notes, makes quick work of teasing your latest Muse. The boy goes from a nervous pale to a bright red in a matter of moments.

Eventually, when the Dancer has had enough tormenting the Poet (or at least Niko assumes so) he leaves to view the rest of the gallery.

Now, Niko has never really been one for confrontation but he did suddenly find himself very curious. In truth, there was only so much he really knew about you and perhaps… he might even be able to learn something new about you from the Poet. Perhaps he had managed to see something with eyes that Niko hadn’t used. And even if the Poet knew nothing he’d like to at least see why you had chosen this man to be your latest Muse.

So, Niko approaches him and greets him with a simple, “you look nervous.”

The Poet brings an arm to the back of his head, smiling sheepishly, “was it that obvious?”

Niko grins, “very.”

He’s green, thinks Niko. Almost as green as you had been when the two of you first met.

“What do you do for a living, Poet?” Asks Niko.

The Poet raises a brow, “me?”

“You are the Poet, aren’t you?” Niko lets out a nervous laugh, “unless I’m mistaken.”

“You’re not.”

“That’s good.”

The Poet looks around, eyeing Niko as though he’s scared that Niko might suddenly turn feral and decide to attack him. His unease is enough to calm Niko’s own nerves.

“And you’re the Bookkeeper, right?” Asks the Poet.

Niko shrugs, “I’m not a big fan of that particular title but yes. If it helps you to identify me.” The only one that ever really calls him that is the Dancer, but he supposes if anyone else were to use that to identify him it might as well be another one of the muses. ”So are you an author?”

“An aspiring one.”

There’s that amused smile picking at the corner of Niko’s lips again. Someone that gives flowery words to mundane things reduced to something so simple, “ironic then, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” There’s a look of confusion on the Poet’s face but it’s quickly replaced with one of recognition, “I suppose. So what do you do Mr. Bookkeeper? I don’t suppose you’re a librarian, are ya?”

Finally, Niko laughs, “I guess a title like that would cause an assumption like that! But no, I’m no librarian. In fact, I don’t even work with books. I’m a professional football player.”

“Wow!” The Poet’s eyes widened, “I wouldn’t have expected that!”

“Yeah,” Niko smiles sheepishly, “I’m not the most popular player because of my position but I do enjoy what I do.”

“So how’d you end up getting such a title in the first place?”

“I’m not so sure myself. I think it has something to do with where we met and the photos she ended up taking. I’m not even an avid reader in the first place.”

“Maybe it has to do with maintaining records. Like with banks?”

Niko shrugged.

“Maybe you should ask her about it.”

Niko eyed the Poet. Looking him up and down before finally saying, “you haven’t known her very long, have you?”

The Poet looks offended as he exclaims, “what gives you that impression?”

The familiar feeling of amusement bubbles up in Niko’s stomach, “she never answers questions the way you want her to.”

“Oh,” the Poet looks almost disheartened, and it almost makes Niko feel bad, “I guess I never really noticed that.”

Niko gives the Poet a strong tap on his shoulder, similar to how he might do when trying to cheer up one of his teammates, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. So you plan on staying for the reception?”

“I don’t think she’d forgive me if I skipped.”

“Yeah,” Niko chuckles, “I don’t think she would either. See you around.”

“Yeah,” the Poet sighs, “see you around.”

Looks like there wasn’t much to be gained from that conversation for Niko. Though he supposes that’s how things have always been between him and you. Him watching and learning about you from a distance - you are just barely out of reach.

A blue vase of red flowers sits atop a stand in the corner of the room and it makes Niko smile. Not one of those amused of practiced smiles but a real one and his heart flutters a little. And it’s bittersweet, just like those flowers.

Fall in love with someone bringing you forward.

---

Bittersweet

“Do you think you could raise your head a little?” You asked, your eyes darting from the lens of the camera to his face.

If Niko had known, agreeing to a photoshoot would have taken this long.

“Like this?” Niko asked, raising his head.

Or been this demanding.

“A little more to the left?”

“Here?”

He certainly wouldn’t have agreed.

“Now a smidget down.”

“A smidget?”

He, contrary to what the average person would believe, was quite familiar with being behind the lens. Any professional athlete was used to being recorded while in the midst of their job. Known that they were constantly being broadcasted to the rest of the world.

There was also the factor of Media Day, where all the team's players would gather together and take a series of photos that would be shown to the public.

Those two experiences though were nothing like this. Not so personal and sporadic. None of the photographers (or cameramen) he’s ever had to deal with had been as particular or picky as you.

“Hm,” you took a step around your set up, careful not to disturb anything around him, before making your way towards him. Your hands were gentle as you repositioned Niko’s head into what you deemed was the perfect spot. You face only inches away from his own. You brought a hand to your chin as you leaned back to inspect your work. Smiling when you were finally satisfied.

None of his other experiences behind the lens had ever been quite like this.

You pulled back, a cute sorta smile on your face as you raced back to the lens. Niko’s own face flushed a bright red.

Quite this… intimate.

“Is that the last one?” Niko asked.

“Well,” you smile sheepishly, “I was hoping for one more photo but… if you’re done then we can end it here. I’m sure I have enough film to pull something together for the first half of the album.”

Niko can feel a certain warmth ebbing away at his chest as he looks at your expectant smile, “find. One more, but that’s it.”

“Thank you!” You beam, bouncing up to move your camera to another spot of the room, “I promise it’ll be quick.”

Niko chuckles, “I can only hope.”

You make a show of rolling your eyes but Niko can see the hint of a smile on your lips.

He’s barely a year older than you but sometimes it feels like a lifetime. You’ve just always seemed so full of youth and life. So excited for everything you get the chance to do. From the moment he first met you until now. Of course, he thinks it might be related to how the two of you were raised. The things in your life that influenced you up until now.

His own upbringing had forced him to grow up in conventional and crazy ways; and almost everything in his life had seemed to revolve around football. European football, that is.

Your own, in comparison, seemed almost tame. Sure you did suddenly rise to fame at the ripe age of 19 but everything else before then seemed almost ordinary. You often spoke to him about the childhood friends you had growing up and the different hobbies you’d cycle through when you were young.

“So how many other albums have you done?” Niko asked, repositioning himself to face the camera.

You fiddled around with the lens, poking your head back and forth from the view of the camera to the view behind, “three.” You pulled out a small compact mirror from your pocket holding it up to the sky before quickly closing it and throwing it back into your pocket, “do you think we should open the window?” You make your way there, not bothering to wait for a response from Niko, “yes, definitely. It’ll make it look like a photo from another day.”

Niko opened his mouth.

“No, maybe that would be too tacky. You are wearing the same thing after all,” you began.

“(L/n).” Niko hummed.

“Maybe you should take off the tie?”

“(Y/n).”

“Oh, but I do quite like the tie. The look isn’t quite complete without it.”

Niko let out a laugh.

You pause, stopping suddenly, “Niko?”

The look on your face is enough to send the man into another bout of laughter.

When he first heard about you people had told him you could be quite a diva. So easily swayed one way or another. That your temper was easily nudged and almost everything someone else did could set you off. Those were, of course, rumors but rumors all have truth stemming from somewhere right?

He’d been so weary of bumping into someone with such a fickle attitude that he hadn’t even realised he first met you when he did.

Niko had bumped into you head first, sending you sprawling to the ground and breaking your camera in the process. He panicked, of course (as any sane person would have) and immediately attempted to replace it. You had agreed to the replacement of a camera but hadn’t been able to save all the photos in the camera which is how he agreed to be here in the first place.

You were so calm when he first bumped into you. A gentle smile on your face as he attempted to help you up. Niko, at one point, wasn’t even certain of what to say. Finding himself both at an impasse and loss for words. It was, afterall, not everyday that one bumped into a girl as pretty as yourself.

Both versions, the emotional and eccentric one from the rumors and the calm sweet girl he bumped into the other day, seemed like such a stark contrast from who you were now as you scrambled around the room in an attempt to take the perfect photo of him in a short amount of time. It was cute and almost heartwarming in a strange kinda way.

“Haha,” you pouted, “keep laughing.”

And he did, of course. But it wasn’t as though he needed your permission in the first place. An expression like that already seemed to do the trick well enough.

‘SNAP.’

Niko’s laughter stopped, as he looked up at you curiously, “(L/n)?”

“Oh, not so funny now, huh?” You teased.

Niko chuckled, “of course.”

“Now are you ready?”

Niko gave the camera his best smile, “like this?”

You smiled apologetically, “do you think you could raise your head a little?”

Niko made a show of sighing but his heart did a strange little thumping pattern as he watched you from afar, fiddling with the lens.

For you, he’d do anything.

---

“What’re you doing out here, (L/n)?” Niko asked, taking a step out from the warm lodge lobby and into the cool outdoors.

Thick fluffy white puffs of dust, known as snow, fluttered down from the sky. There was no music but a slow and lethargic rhythm to the snow as it fell. Here, Niko imagines, is where the protagonist in a romantic comedy would get down on one knee and finally profess his love for the girl that he’s been slowly falling in love with over the past week. The climax to all the emotions that have been building up through the course of the film.

Here, Niko imagines, is where someone like you ought to exist.

In the midst or ordinary and supernatural. Of reality and fairytale. In the very pinnacle of Romance and immigration, where the lives of so many seem to meet.

You’re not dressed particularly warm but you don’t seem very bothered by the cold despite the tip of your nose dipped a shade different from the cold. There’s a scarf wrapped around your neck that looks to be more made for males but Niko doesn't care enough to know or ask. If you cared enough to tell him then you would.

“It’s snowing.” You answered.

“You can watch the snow from inside too, ya know.”

“I know.”

Niko took a deep breath of the cool air, moving to stand beside you, “but it just isn’t the same?”

You smiled, “yeah.”

Niko never really thought much of snow and when he did it was mostly of the cold weather in general. Cold weather meant he’d no longer be able to go out and play football with his friends. Meant he’d have to stay indoors or find some indoor football gym which was far and few between.

Right now though, spurred on by your own attitude, Niko finally took the time to stop and look around.

It was pretty, in a etherial sorta way.

Like those photos his mother used to love looking at when he was young. The kind of photos she’d point out to him and speak about missing when she was young. And it did remind him of his youth. A time when everything seemed so much simpler than it was now. So much more out of reach.

You’re a little bit like snowflakes, Niko thinks. So beautiful, seeming as though you’ve fallen from heaven down onto earth. Something meant to be admired. Even if people like him ignore you there will certainly be a moment when he’s forced to stop and admire you, like now.

He held a hand out, reaching out for a snowflake falling down.

‘Snap.’

Niko pulls his hand back and turns to look at you.

You’re holding a small instant film camera, smiling sheepishly as the camera prints a photo. Likely a photo of him.

“(L/n).” Niko hums.

“Niko.”

“Can I see that photo?”

“Are you going to give it back?”

He smiles, “of course.”

Hesitantly, you hold your arm out and hand the photo over to him.

It’s still mostly black but blotches of white and grey are starting to appear. He can begin to make out the snowflakes amongst the grey clouds of the sky and the contract of the scarf against his own skin. He thinks that… It's actually a rather nice photo of him. Usually, Niko has to try for ages to finally be happy with a photo of himself but this one captures him well. Not appearing too soft or harsh for the lens.

Perhaps if every photo of him were like this he’d be more well known in the football community. Of course, he doesn't care all too much about popularity but it certainly wouldn’t hurt to be well known.

He’s reaching out for a snowflake in the photo, a half sorta grin on his face. His eyes can’t really be seen through the mess of bangs but Niko thinks he prefers it that way. Some would call him out on it but it seems fine to him. And it seems fine to you as you’ve never said anything about it otherwise.

Finally, he hands the photo back over to you.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the compact from before. He peeks over your shoulder, surprised to see neither a mirror which he expected or makes. Instead, he sees three photos, similar to the one you’ve taken of him tucked in. One of the three photos looks slightly faded with yellow edges but otherwise in good condition.

“Can I look?” Niko asks.

“Hm?”

“Can I look at the photos?”

You turn to look at Niko, then back at the photos in the compact. You look torn and Niko wonders if he’s suddenly stepped over that invisible line. There is, in society, a line between oneself and everyone else. The delicacies of society and the individual is to figure out just where that line is for every person.

It seems that here is yours.

Melting after being in his hand for a little too long.

Eventually you hand the compact over to Niko.

The slightly faded photo is of a young boy whose expression seems to be a mix between a smile and scowl. Niko finds the expression quite relatable. He wonders if this is the childhood friend you’ve always talked so much about.

The next is a man with dual coloured hair. He’s resting his head on a dark table as he stares into the lens of a camera with a dreamy expression. Niko thinks he recognizes him but can’t quite place his name.

Lastly, there’s a salmon haired man who's been captured mid laugh, a bright look in his eyes. He’s younger than Niko is in the photo and seems a little like you. Filled with a sense of youth that Niko has long grown out of.

“So did you always want to be a photographer?” Niko asks, handing the compact back over to you.

“Well,” you hummed, “I did always want to see the world. I just sorta figured out the photography thing along the way. Did you always want to be a Football player?”

“I always enjoyed Football growing up and I guess somewhere along the way I realised my dream was to go professional.” Niko smiled, “guess we aren’t as different as I thought.”

“No,” you say, “we most certainly aren’t.”

Fall in love with an attentive heart.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #niko ikki x reader #100 ways to fall in love #someone you loved

[dwarvendiaries]

When Tax Collector was a profession in Dwarf Fortress

Today, if you dig secure lodgings your dwarves will live in an anarcho-communist society. Sure, you have nominal nobles such as Mayors, Barons and Monarchs, but all the dwarves have access to Fortress resources. However...

Long ago in the yesterday of 2007, nearly a year ago the first Alpha release of Dwarf Fortress has been uploaded to the Bay12 games website. No z-levels, no Artifacts and cats could adopt visitors to your fortress. And when you had appointed a bookkeeper and manager, the dynamic of dwarves would suddenly change...

Your fortress would suddenly go from to anarcho-communist to Capitalist. Dwarves would suddenly gain an account balance on their unit screen and hoard coins in their bedrooms, a new price menu would appear and shop would be available to build. In addition,

Dwarves would be paid salaries for producing goods (receiving a starting sum of ☼200 when the economy was activated.)

Dwarves would pay rent for rooms with higher quality rooms costing more.

The bookkeeper would demand the production of coins.

Nobles would change prices

Legendary noble dwarves didn't need to pay rent

Dwarves would be taxed from their belongings randomly

This neat little arrangement simulated a miniature economy. Dwarves who owned quality goods and better bedrooms would be happier, while dwarves who failed to do so...

she has been evicted lately (mood -10)

Further, developments led to the economy being unlocked on the arrival of a Baron, Count or Duke.

Dwarves paid for rent and food. Dwarves strapped for cash bought poor-quality food and would go into debt to not starve.

Coin moving would take precious work time from dwarves as they carried out transactions and collected their salaries

More features only increased the chaos. It was found that producing coins would actually make the citizens finances worse as the time wasted performing transactions, led to increased debt and inevitably mass homelessness. And when I say nobles changed prices, if you thought mandates were annoying then:

Dwarf Fortress's ever-ingenious players thus found themselves devising exploits strategies for preventing a tantrum spiral revolution kicking off whenever the aristocratic parasites barons arrived. These included intensive pumping regimes to quickly boost dwarves' skills to legendary and stockpile hauling cycles to provide easy and consistent employment.

The economy was disabled in 2010, but Toady One (Tarn Adams) has stated that he plans to reintroduce the economy in the future. Due to the unpopularity of its original implementation, it will not be without drastic changes. To this day players discuss possible models. I hope to see the dwarven economy again; imagine a tax collector doing the rounds every week. It would be nice if the value system was ironed out though.

#Dwarf Fortress #Dwarf Fortress Economy #old versions of dwarf fortress #history of dwarf fortress #Tarn Adams #Toady One #lazy nobles #this is why they talk about rent in Boatmurdered #and the rooms are so small

[imsobadatnicknames2]

What are your favourite ttrpg mechanics that you’d like to see adopted by more systems?

Sorry for taking so long to answer!

Anyway, my answer is probably gonna be kinda boring because I very rarely play those artsy, high-concept rpgs with really out-there experimental mechanics.

I think some of my favorite mechanics are those that take elements of classic old-school roleplaying games but streamline and abstract them to juuust the right amount of crunch. For example, I've mentioned this before: I ADORE the initiative mechanic from games like Mausritter, Into the Odd, or The Black Hack: At the start of combat, every player makes a Dexterity check. Players that pass get to act before the group of enemies, while players that fail have to act after the group of enemies.

Similarly, I REALLY like the way The Black Hack handes inventory management through its usage dice system (which has inspired similar systems in later games): for stackable, consumable items such a arrows, rations, lantern oil, etc, instead of keeping count of the exact number, your represent the quantity of items with a die. Each time you spend the item, you roll the corresponding die, and if the result is 1-2, you downgrade the size of the die by one step (e.g. a d12 becomes a d10). When the usage die is 1d4 and you roll a 1-2, you run out of whatever item it was.

Both of these mechanics massively streamline initiative and inventory management and vastly reduce the bookkeeping involvd in those systems, but still keep the idea behind them crunchy enough that they still preserve an element of tactics. I tend to hack these mechanics into pretty much any old-school game that features initiative or inventory management, and I've yet to find a case where it wasn't a huge improvement.

Another mechanics that I love that I' think we don't see enough in games is 'd love to see used more often in games is risk-reward choices. One of my favorite examples is a magic weapon which I think appears in the second Mörk Borg Cult zine (Mörk Borg Cult: Heretic). When attacking with it, you can choose any number and apply it as a penalty to your attack roll, in exchange for getting to apply the same number as a bonus to your damage roll if you succeed. So the harder you choose to impair yourself with the attack roll, the bigger the potential damage you'll do if you manage to succeed. I think that's one of the best-designed magic items I've ever seen in a ttrpg and I wish more things in TTRPGs incorporated that kind of decision.

Lastly, another one that I love but I don't think it fulfills the "you’d like to see adopted by more systems" part of your ask: I absolutely ADORE the flashback mechanic from Blades in the Dark. Basically: at any point during a heist, you can spend stress to invoke a flashback to roleplay an action your character did in the past to prepare for the situation they're facing in the present (as long as it doesn't contradict or "undo" any of the things that have been established in the fiction so far). E.g. as you enter a party you get patted down and deprived of your weapons, you might choose to trigger a flashback to roleplay how earlier that afternoon you came by, gave one of your guns to one of the valets and, bribed him to hide it for you in one of the potted plants inside the ballroom. Just like any other action, depending on how hard or risky it is, it might automatically succeed, or it might require one or multiple rolls.

The reason I'm hesitant to say I'd like to see it adopted by more systems is because, as much as I consider it one of the most brilliant ttrpg mechanics of all time, it's also a mechanic firmly rooted in BitD's criminal theme and heist structure, and to me i'd feel pretty out of place incorporated into any system that doesn't mainly revolve around executing heists.

#ttrpg

[beautiful-basque-country]

One day I would to write an essay on how Spain systematically denying Basques, Canarians, Catalans and Galicians their identity and instead calling them "Spanish" and "Hispanic" is a form of imperialism (like... Franco literally attempted ethnic cleasing against non-Castilians, did we all forget this)

Kaixo anon!

Let's not forget, it's true. But it wasn't just Franco, it started way earlier, with the arrival of the Bourbon dinasty to Spain.

The amazigh languages of the Canary islands are thought to have been lost around the late 18th century, early 19th.

1768 SPAIN: New law passed that forces to teach solely in Spanish in Aragón and Catalunya; it was extended to the whole territory in 1780.

1772 SPAIN: Another law banned all merchants to have their bookkeeping in any language but Spanish.

1776 SPAIN: Printing books in Català and Euskara was prohibited.

1789 FRANCE: disappearance of every old regional law and language. Books not written in French were burnt and the use and teaching of any other language was punished.

1794 FRANCE: Education must be solely in French, any other language became prosecuted.

1801 SPAIN: all theater plays and songs in any other language but Spanish became banned. Also dancing to non-Spanish songs.

1803 SPAIN: it's documented the first report of physical punishment for speaking in Euskera at school.

1857 SPAIN: Spanish Grammar and Ortography became the only and mandatory text book at public schools.

1862 SPAIN: Using any language but Spanish in any public document was prohibited.

1867 SPAIN: another law banning theater plays in Català or Euskera.

1876 SPAIN: Basque old laws became banned. According to Madrid newspaper "El Imparcial": "Taking away their old laws isn't enough, we now have to take their language away."

1896 SPAIN: Speaking on the phone or sending telegraphs in Basque or Català became illegal.

1902 SPAIN: Any teacher that taught in Català or Euskera began to be punished.

1903 FRANCE: another law banning Euskera & Català in school.

1923 SPAIN: Euskera & Català became banned from official events.

1925 SPAIN: every textbook not written in Spanish were removed; teachers that didn't teach in Spanish were suspended from work without pay.

1930 SPAIN: Every local institution is forced to keep their visitor's book and registrations only in Spanish.

1937 SPAIN: Prohibition of speaking Basque and every sign of Basque culture, ie using Basque names, playing Basque instruments, wearing Basque colors. The punishments were from social humiliations to jail or execution. Same thing happened in Catalunya.

1938 SPAIN: Only Spanish names accepted. In church, masses just in Spanish, with a permission of only a 10 min. preach in Basque if nobody understood Spanish.

1939 SPAIN: Signs in Euskera & Català in hotels were removed.

1940 SPAIN: Signs in Euskera & Català in justice courts and shops were removed.

1940 SPAIN: Public workers forced to speak just in Spanish or face dismissal. Every movie - national or international - is forced to have its dialogues in Spanish.

1944 SPAIN: Euskera & Català again banned from public documents and even tombs.

1947 SPAIN: Euskera & Català banned from magazines.

1948 SPAIN: Again, Euskera & Català banned from schools.

1954 SPAIN: Euskera & Català banned from every radio station.

1964 SPAIN: It became illegal to feature Euskera & Català in records or advertising.

1978-2015 SPAIN & FRANCE: Still Euskera & Català are unregulated in France, and in Spain in places like Trebiñu.

[we didn't include galego because in the source we use it didn't and we're not completely sure it was included in all these laws, but we're 95% convinced it was too, so.. include it in your heads.]

Source

The Spanish and French governments have tried SO SO SO hard during the last 300 years to erase us. Good thing is we're more stubborn and proud than them.

#euskadi #euskal herria #basque country #pais vasco #pays basque #catalunya #canarias #euskera #euskara #català #galego #galiza #minoritized languages #spain #france #politics #history #anons

[artemiseamoon]

Dancer between worlds

A fic for The Moon in May 2023

Status: hiatus, back in December 2023

Moon in May fics/ masterlist

(Read my 2022 fic here)

Summary: Being head librarian and bookkeeper for the Alliance of Shifters, Sahali spends her days inside the quiet and quaint Hudson Valley branch. When a threat surfaces, one that affects all shifters, the founders of A.O.S seek the help of one of their best investigators; the retired lone wolf Frankie Morales. When Sahali is sent to locate him, her curated world changes drastically.

Warnings: typical warnings for werewolf & shifter stuff (biting, blood, injuries and healing), typical warnings for hunters (hunting, trapping, killing), missing persons, sexual themes and situations (I’m not in a smut mood these days so there won’t be anything explicit)

Themes: supernatural elements, mediumistic abilities, shifters vs hunters, soul mate au

An: I am working on a number of things, so may or may not stick to schedule on this one. We’ll see! As usual, full chapters only post to A03, previews to tumblr.

⏱ as I have time & feel like it

Chapters

Preview on tumblr, full chapters only on A03

0. One pine road | preview | A03

1. The lone wolf | preview | A03

2. Making a decision| preview | A03

3. Title | preview | A03

4. Title | preview | A03

More chapters tba

Characters

Werecat! Sahali

Lone wolf! Mechanic Frankie Morales

Minor / Mentions only

The alliance & staff (see a moodboard at the bottom for the main ones)

Mentions of the TF guys, all wolves

Featured alliance members for this fic

1. Hudson Delmar, Founder & werewolf

2. Emi Bell, Founder & werewolf

3. James, Werebear division rep

4. Bembe, Werecat division rep

5. Ramia, Shifter/witch division rep

6. Demi, Hybrid were/vampire division rep

Background character mentions

Kai - scout/ agent

Tau - senior investigator/ agent

Moodboards | more | more

*** there will be background stuff I can’t cover in the main fic. So anything left unanswered will be visited via post fic Drabbles or one shots. 💕

#themooninmay #werewolf! Frankie Morales #mechanic! Frankie Morales #werecat oc #supernatural shifter story #the moon in may writing challenge #fic: dancer between worlds #dancer between worlds masterpost #the moon in May

[were-candy-gutz]

I don't talk specifics of my wereness often but I'm feeling talkative so i suppose yeah, here's some random stuff about my lycanthropy!

I'm technically a cynanthrope since I'm a wolfdog but I'm mostly wolf so I usually just say lycanthrope. My physical appearance when shifted is almost wholly wolf

I don't know what caused it for me. A lot of folks I speak to think it's genetic for them but it genuinely seems like it came from nowhere to me, unless it's like a recessive trait or something. My family is ironically from the Romanian area as well, so I suppose it could be genetic but no one else shows signs so it might not be, especially considering I was experimented on as a kid (this is a traumatic thing to talk about and has a lot to do with RAMCOA so please don't ask!)

I crave protein constantly. And I'm diagnosed with a lot of random sensitivities to foods, which I correlate to my lycanthropy. Not sure they are related, but it makes sense in my mind that the reason I can't eat chocolate or tomatoes is that I'm a dog lmao. It's not just those two, though, and I can eat some things canines can't, so I'm not sure

My shifted form varies a lot. The most basic form is fully wolf, but I've shifted to a lot of stages in between, from just growing a bit of extra hair to being almost wolf but with human ish features. I'm not sure what causes the differences but I do think part of it is related to the moon cycle and my emotions

That being said, my emotions mess with my shifting a lot. It's more difficult to hold in shifts when I'm emotional, and I also experience shifts in emotionally charged settings, which can be an issue but hasn't caused me a problem yet

The moon cycle does effect my shifting. I shift on all full moons and they become harder to control the closer to a full moon it gets. Intentionally shifting also gets harder the closer to a new moon it gets.

Lastly, I am often aware it's a delusion. Not a lot of folks understand the concept of double bookkeeping, but like, I'm aware that my reality is real, I am a werewolf, but that to others, my reality is fake. I know it sounds weird but it's just how my head is I guess. When I'm deep in my delusion though, usually during depressive episodes, I struggle a lot to experience this. However, I try to hide my werewolf-ness when I'm in that state of mind because I'm worried about how folks will react, so I don't usually talk about it when I'm deep in it I suppose

Also a few notes! I call myself a Candydog and stuff but no, I am not actually made of candy or candygore. I just really really like candygore and identify with it on a non-physical level. I also sometimes say I am robotic. This is a delusion as well that comes and goes with my depressive episodes. I also sometimes mention being dead or call myself a corpse wolf. This is not delusion related, though at one point I believed it to be. This is rather related to my plurality and my trauma, but since I can recognize I'm not actually dead, I don't consider it a delusion anymore. So essentially, my identity is fluid and nuanced and strange because I am a creature, so I have a personality and lived experiences that influence my identity. That's all! Fuck off if you plan on talking shit on my post or if you plan on telling me I'm not a were creature! I know myself, sorry! You can talk to me or express confusion or ask questions IF YOU REMAIN RESPECTFUL but please don't be mean! It's easier to be nice or scroll on than it is to be an ass :3

#irl werewolf #lykos howls #yes im a werewolf #clinical zoanthropy #clinical lycanthropy #alterhuman #clinical cynanthrope #clinical lycanthrope #clinical cynanthropy #werewolf #physical nonhuman #non human #physically nonhuman #nonhumanity #nonhuman #idfk how to tag so have those i guess #mentions ramcoa #also feel free to ask me stuff if youre respectful!