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Random colorful wall-stickers

- 18 different swatches

- Basegame compatible

- Tested in game, works fine

These are a bit small, but you can just re-size them in game. The edges are not perfect, after all, it was my first wall stickers

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Minako eyed her from the side.

“What do you think, Yukari-chan?” looking serious, she held up a maid outfit… two maid outfits, to be precise. “Fuuka-chan told me you liked dressing in this so I wanted to show you that I’m fine with it and it’s benefits…! …. in battle.”

Do not blush, do not blush….

While still in California, he wasn’t home. San Francisco wasn’t a small town but a big city. It carried the promise of a fresh start, specially now that the timer was getting closer and closer to zero.

Peter was walking around the city and he had two purposes for this. One, he could learn his neighborhood and the shops in the area and, two, he could burn out some energy as he was so close to meet them but a bit anxious about it. Did he deserved it? Probably not but he wanted the chance to try at least plus nobody he knew was in this city. He would be fine, he could start a new, be a new person.

He passed a few local restaurants, the smell of the food was delicious and the place smelled clean so he made a mental note to come here later for dinner, maybe bring his soulmate with. It would be a nice place for a date. At the distance now he could see a flower shop, he could maybe buy flowers here for them. He glanced at his wrist and noticed how close it was now but so was he of the shop. Maybe he’ll meet them there. Flower gift thrown to the trash then, that would be awkward. The local food place was still a good option though. Maybe some chocolate? He saw a small market not too far away.

He looked at his wrist as the time was running out, he was at the entrance of the shop when it finally did and he looked up. There he was. He wasn’t a costumer but a staff member. Older, medicine smell, well-groomed though, and gorgeous. The medicines was probably normal, he must be in his fifties now. He could find an alpha to get him the bite, make him live longer. Who knew. But that was the future. For now… “Hi. I’m Peter Hale.” He greeted him.

he’d noticed his time was running out, which would be a blessing to almost everybody on the planet, but to him… it was different. he’d found love, lost love - regained love in the many years he spent in san fransisco, but one thing he knew for sure, love was an illusion. it was the only thing he yearned for, yet it was a cruel joke & half the time he looked at his wrist, he expected his soulmate to be another cruel joke. probably a woman. it would complete the disaster his love life has come to be. he was hiv positive, so that would surely cause another ruckus, he never understood why his timer ran longer than most people’s. everybody else had already found their significant others, yet here he was - in his fifties & nobody to share his bed with at night.

he’d decided not to search for it, had spent the day as he normally would. a few hours at the gym before his shift, he met shawna & jake, then showered for work. it was just another ordinary day. even when the timer jumped, he felt calm - a little nervous, sure, but mostly calm. can’t get hurt if you don’t expect anything, right? michael wore flannel on top of his shirt, paired with an apron with plant parenthood’s logo above his chest. it was never really all that busy at the shop, he usually had enough time to tend to everybody without a long wait, so he was focused on exactly that when the timer ran out. unbeknownst to him. the only reason he stopped in his tracks to look, was the fact a stranger stared at him - he could feel the man’s eyes on him & then it dawned on him. fuck me, seriously?

Aredhel listened with shock, acute guilt laying upon her shoulders like an overweight burden, bending her to its will. She could not believe his words… and yet she could. She’d had a taste of despair while chained to Eöl, a hundred years had been the total of her pain– but thousands? she couldn’t fathom the fulness of what Maglor felt, and as he finished she did not know if she’d ever fully understand it. He’d endured so much loss, and pain, she couldn’t blame him for his reaction to seeing her and Glorfindel. She’d been one of the many to have let him down, and she felt the guilt of that. And it hurt to see him so alone, to hear the bitterness of time and know in her heart she held some blame.

“You are incorrect in your assessment, cousin.” Glorfindel was the one to speak, his gaze unwavering upon Maglor as he held whatever thoughts he had within. “We did not come to scold you, or lecture you… or cast any blame or guilt upon you. We simply were very happy you were alive, and wanted to see you.” He was rather grateful that Fingon had not come with them, though perhaps an exchange of him with Aredhel wouldn’t have been bad. Her eyes were fixed upon the floor and he didn’t think she was taking this well. “I do not know what drove you to secrecy, cousin, but I cannot lay upon you any blame for it. There is no need to ask us for forgiveness… it is not us who you need to make peace with it would seem.”

A soft cry came from Aredhel, though she still kept her tongue still.

The soft response where he had been expecting accusations gave him pause. He looked at them both with a little uncertainty knowing from experience that such a welcome was unusual. If how Elrond and Celebrimbor and the handful others had reacted were to be judged by then this answer, the simple happiness of his continued survival was unusual. Looking at them both, seeing the guilt and regret on Aredhel’s face and the lack of anger on Glorfindel’s, eased something, some knot that had curled tighter and tighter making him tense whenever he saw a glimmer of gold. His shoulders slumped slightly as he understood that they likely would demand nothing from him, not now and certainly not if they saw just how worn thin and exhausted he felt.