#Dose of Colors Brick

[riaki]

a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I'm still thinking about the fact that Killer would boldly ask Color to absorb his soul or to mark him in some way, but then if Color turns around and asks to just hold his hand he will not know what to do.

Killer to me is someone who has very little if any experience with small acts of intimacy (and I mean things like hugs, forehead kisses, holding hands, cuddling together etc), so, even if he can put on a whole seductive act (developed to keep Nightmare happy most likely), flirt, and that kind of stuff, any casual show of affection is gonna crash his brain.

And you just know that Color is all about showering that fucker with affection and attention!

Killers real used to offering himself up for others use huh. Whatever makes color happy, whatever makes him stay, whatever lets him keep this ending. trying to give his freedom away to color almost. What’s he supposed to do with you man 🤦‍♂️

Wouldn’t be suprised if the little acts of physical “affection” he is used to what only given to assert control or power over him, or manipulate him—and he truly believes that’s what Color is trying to do for the longest (especially any affection or care shown to him in Stage 1), and brother legit struggles to accept it as reality when he starts to realize it’s genuine, derealization hitting him like a brick.

I wouldn’t be suprised if Color would have to work on both helping killer establish his own boundaries and trust they’ll be respected, but also help killer recognize that he can say no or stop at any time even when prior given consent or agreement—and also they both work on realizing when too much becomes too much. Wouldn’t be suprised if intimacy feels threatening to Killer. Gotta micro-dose bro on affection and attention 🙏

{ @stellocchia }

[thewritingstar]

Diamonds by the Dozen

Prompt 2: Second Chance.

Pairing: Brat x Butch (PPG)

Rating: Mature for mentions of sexual themes (they give off such a sexual energy like I couldn't make this pg)

Note: Second day!! This was a request off of my insta so thank you so much for asking for this pairing! I've never written for them before but there's always a first for everything lol. I hope you enjoy!

I thought about going in a direction where the boys are actually really bad and never get like a redemption arc??? You'll see lol. I also just wanted to play into the idea that Brat is this hyperfem slutty bimbo girl (and this is in a positive way! She is a baddie and I love her. No slut shaming here.)

I hope y'all enjoy cause I loved writing this lol!

Short and Sweet Prompt List

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Orange wasn't his color. That was clear as day. The worst part of putting on that damn jumpsuit was the awful color. He was never into fashion but that, thats truly evil.

He got out on bail. Who paid it? He wasn't too sure. He was sure that Brick wasn't lending over any of his big boy money and he knew Boomer didn't have much to his name that was clean. Certainly his dear old parents weren't going to shell out a few hundreds for their little boy. They probably didn't know he was in for a bit.

If they did, they would have used violent methods to get him out. Or at least his Mama Him could have teleported him out.

The handcuffs came off of his wrists and they said that his powers would return within the week. They kept dosing him with a suppressant to take away his Chemical X. Smart. Even without it, he was still the strongest guy in and no one wanted to know what would happen if they got on the bad side of Butch Jojo.

There was no party waiting for him outside of the prison gates. He was slightly hopeful that his older brother would be waiting there with a lecture of getting caught, but no. Nothing.

He asked the worker at the counter who cut him his bail money and they said they asked to remain anonymous. That pissed him off.

"Oh, but they left this for you." A man said and slid the object across the counter.

A gold bangle. Pure gold, none of that gold leaf shit or dipped. It make a good clunking sound as Butch picked it up and examined it. There was only one person who would wear something this expensive to a bail out.

He teeth flashed a dangerous look as he tucked it in his pocket and walked out. God, he hated walking. He wanted to kick start his powers but his body felt weak. Not that he would ever admit it, but you try being tranquilized over and over again.

Butch knew he should have gone straight to Brick's. It was the smartest move he could do. Lay low for a little then go and see his darling little blue bird. But, Butch wasn't known as the smartest ruff for a reason. Nope, even Boomer "dumbest of the dumb" Jojo was actually the smartest. Being a tech wizard where he could hide in his dark room with his crypto schemes was all he cared to do really.

Instead the owner of the bangle was enough to lead him to a penthouse apartment downtown. He had know the lay out all too well and his memories of visiting kept arising. Even with some bad blood here, somehow the good outweighed it all.

He shouldn't have been surprised when he was let in immediately. The doorman didn't spare him a glance and he didn't even check to number he pressed on the elevator. Pure muscle memory. He certainly knew this elevator well and how he once defiled it greatly as A certain blonde couldn't wait long to have his hand shoved up her dress.

The elevator door opened and straight down at the end was the door that held memories. He felt like Alice chasing the bunny. Only his bunny wore blue and fishnets.

He didn't bother to knock. It was open and sometimes he wished he wasn't so easy for her. His tough guy rep crumbled when he smelled her perfume. A moth to a flame that got burn over and over again. Not this time. It would be different.

"Brat." He called out and her name bounced off the walls. Even though it was a penthouse, it still felt like a mansion.

Her shadow graced the wall and his body chilled at the sight of her. Something truly primal happened when they were in each others presence. They mixed like oil and water but it was so damn tempting.

Clicks of impossibly high heels flooded the hallways. She walked out in a mini skirt that was more micro and her long leather high heel boots. A blue tube top and a fluffy black cropped jacket adored her look. Her long blonde hair were in their iconic pig tails and the length gave the pink puff a run for her money.

Gold bangles sat on her right wrist while her left was empty. Luckily for her, it was sitting in his pocket.

Her eyes sparkled when she saw him. It had been almost a year since their last encounter and she wanted to milk it for all it was worth. She walked slowly, making sure his eyes graced her long legs. She wanted him to watch her, to be captivated by her, and he was.

"Butch." She practically purred and held out her left hand.

He took it without thinking and slipped on her missing bangle. She looked at it closely, making sure that there wasn't a scratch on it. A part of him wanted to leave and never come back here, but he couldn't stay away. Like a toxic drug, he was looking for an overdose.

"Why did you bail me out?" He cut to the chase.

"Well hello to you too. Is that how they taught you to say thank you in jail?" She smirked and turned to walk towards her kitchen.

He followed without question and made sure to stare at her plump ass. He let out a low whistle that earned him a glare over her shoulder.

"You want something." He stated.

She shrugged as she opened the fridge and grabbed two sparkling waters. She never drank tap. Luxury was all she craved and even something as simple as bubbles in the water gave her a thrill.

"Am I not allowed to miss my ex husband?" She winked at him.

He rolled his eyes. Too much of anyones surprise, Butch and Brat had married at 19. Got divorced at 20 and continued an off and on relationship well into their late 20's. Now at 27, he still wasn't shocked that she wore her wedding ring still. To a bigger surprise, she's the only woman he ever truly loved.

No other woman on the planet ever satisfied his craving. She was above all and she knew that. She surely lived up to her name. It annoyed him that she ruined everyone else for him. If he was honest, he didn't mind.

He sat at one of the bar stools and she placed herself on the counter top in front of him. Her legs dangling on either side of him as if it was natural. He wanted to lean on his elbows but he didn't need his face to be in her chest, not yet at least. So he leaned back in his chair and looked up at her.

"Sure." He took a sip of his water. "But if it was really about me, you would have been in that office and we probably would have done it on the floor in front of the guards." He smirked.

"Mmm that would have been something." She matched his dark look. Her nails traced his chin. "While I appreciate the mental image of that, I didn't bust you out just to have a good time. I have a job for you."

He groaned. "I just got out."

She stuck her tongue out. "Boo hoo, that was your fault for getting caught. I need my darling hubby to fetch something for me."

"We aren't married anymore." He tried to remind her but she also had his name tattooed on her lower back so that wasn't a fight he was going to win. She had gotten it as a wedding present so when she was bent over, he could see exactly who she was made for.

The image of his name swirled in ink made him perk up but he kept his best to remain unfazed.

"No, we aren't." She pouted in a teasing way, but sometimes he wondered how true it was. "But you're the only one I trust with this."

Brat was a simple woman. Shiny things could buy her love and she was unapologetically materialistic. She didn't trust easily though. Her sisters were about the only people who she was close her eyes around. Butch, was one of the few that got to be apart of that club. Even after their communal divorce, she still trusted him with her life.

In a world of villains, that was rare.

He stared at her for a moment. Her dark blue eyes drew him in. he remembers how there used to be a bright sparkle in them. It was one of his favorite things about her. That mischief. Something that always toed the line of good and bad. Over the years, it dulled. He would do anything to get it back.

"Must be pretty important if you wanted me." He said as he placed his hands on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing slightly. He felt her skin tense up before relaxing to his touch. "What am I after?"

She bit her lip as she relished in the tension created. A playful giggle came from her. "A blue diamond."

His face fell. "Another jewel heist? I just got out of jail and you're trying to make me do some lame ass theft?"

Brats face twisted in disgust. "Um no! This is the diamond of all diamonds. Its color matches my eyes, the first of its existence! All I need is for you to go and grab it and then I'm free." She shrugged.

Free. He narrowed his eyes. "Brat, what do you mean by that."

She rolled her eyes and leaned back to look at the celling. He didn't miss the way her top rose up to show her toned stomach even more.

"Its not a big deal, I may owe some money to some guys."

"So you brought me here to get you out of some petty debt." He mumbled. "I told you to stay away from those kinds of people."

"It was either that or something else." She grew quiet. "They wanted to create an anti-x, they were going to go as far as to throw someone near your cell to get your dna. I know you didn't have your powers and while you're strong, I couldn't let you get hurt."

"Baby." He whispered as he racked his hand across his face. "I can take care of myself."

Suddenly her hands were on both side of his face. Those deep blue eyes staring into his. "I couldn't be the reason you got hurt, no matter what."

"Easy now, blue bird." His hands covered hers. "I'll get you that diamond and beat those losers to a pulp, and then you can keep the little jewel."

"You'd do that for me?" She kissed his cheek. "You're so good to me." She kissed the other side. "Thank you! Thank you."

He didn't want to admit that he enjoyed the closeness she gave him. While their relationship over the years derived from something purely physical, his heart somehow yearned for her.

"You can thank me after I have the gem. Now, what do I get in return?" His smirk returned.

He was expecting her lips to form a smirk as well. For her to offer up her body and entice him with days of them locked in the bedroom. That would have been enough for the deed. Instead, her demeanor changed. It soften in a way he had only seen a few times.

"Run away with me." She smiled. And not a playful smile or a sexy one. But a genuine soft smile.

"What?"

She looked down at her hands. Her eyes finding her wedding ring she was given at 19. It was beautiful. The first thing Butch ever bought with real money. Thats how she knew. Even after everything they went through, she knew deep down that they were an end game like no other.

"You said in our vows that you would do anything to make me happy." She said. Then she held up her finger to keep him from talking. "I know that we split, but I can't do it anymore. Pretending like I'm this villain. I know my sisters are cut out for the whole evil thing, but we both know I'm not. I mean fighting? Please. I could break a nail."

Butch nodded. "Thats true, and we couldn't let that happen."

"So." She sighed. "I'm done. I want something more, something real. I got accepted into a fashion show in Paris. Its my chance to start over and have the life I've wanted. To create masterpieces for the runways. To be known as a designer and not some petty criminal from my teens."

His eyes widened. "You got accepted?"

It was a dream she told him only at night. When he couldn't see her face. She talked about how in another life, she was free to do as she pleased. She wasn't born evil and she could just create. Under her bed she had kept her sketchbook. They were her secrets. What she truly wanted.

The real Brat was someone who craved a life of luxury from her own creation. She could spend hours in fabric stores and it was the only place she never stole from. It was her escape.

But when you are born bad, you don't get to escape that easily. You are commanded to do as you're told. Butch was only so good at following directions from his parents, but when he saw the way Brat lit up when she saw a new magazine, it made him realize that they could be something more.

She clapped. "Yep! Oh Butchy, you should have seen it. The lights and the drama of it all. It was magnificent doing the dress rehearsal. The best part was, they didn't know who I am here. I'm not chained down. So thats why I need that diamond, my final link to break out of this chain."

"And you want me to come with?" He asked.

She nodded. "We didn't work out the first time because we didn't know who we were. We can start over Butch, don't you see? This is our second chance. At a new life, a career and us. I can't do it alone and I know it's a lot to ask but just think about it."

"I'm in." He said quickly.

Her gaze intensified on him. "Wait, really?"

A new life. One where their past didn't follow. It felt like a trap. That there wasn't a way to escape this, but he was good at getting out of places.

"I've been itching for something more. Maybe it would be good for us to leave this damn city. I've also missed you."

He couldn't even blink before his back was on the floor. The chair nearly shattering underneath them. He was certain he saw a blue flash but Brat was onto of him and consuming him in a hug.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she let him sit up and catch his breath. Thick lines of her mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Oh Butch, I've missed you so much."

Her lips crashed to his. It was eager and hungry the way her hands fisted his hair. His hands dented themselves to her hips and could feel her body shiver.

Their tongues fought for dominance and she always won due to her piercing. It drove him crazy as she sucked hard on his lips and made him forget that they were ever apart. Their bodies were simultaneously gravitating towards one another and he let out a deep groan when her hands traveled south.

"At least let me get the diamond first." He teased as he went to suck on her collarbone, hoping to leave a nice mark.

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Six months later

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It was spring when he stepped outside onto the balcony of their penthouse apartment. The air was sweet and he felt lighter than he had in years.

His tie was nearly choking him but he promised not to loosen it too much. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly before taking a drag.

"Hope you're not getting cold feet." The sweet voice of his bride came from behind him.

Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt her lips kiss his back. His hand came to cover her and he could feel the giant blue diamond the same shade of her eyes against his palm.

After his little heist, he found the men that threatened his precious bride-to-be-again. They were lucky that Butch allowed them to keep breathing. The diamond itself was more breathtaking than she had let on. A perfect stone. The second he saw it, he knew it belonged on her finger.

One month later and he was down on his knees with it propped up in a velvet box.

"Marry me." He had said. It was simple and honest. The response had him flat on his back and her beaming with it on her finger. It took about ten minutes for him to gain the attention back but he kept seeing her sneak her gaze back to it.

"Course not. Never leaving you again. In fact, you might beg for another divorce."

Her other hand took the cigarette from him before she placed it between her lips and he spun around to face her.

"I might be begging for something, but it won't be a divorce." She winked.

"You're such a brat." He smirked.

"I'm your brat." She smiled.

She tossed the white stick to the ground before letting her white heel extinguish its light. The smoke blew out her lips before she pulled him by the tie and slammed their lips together.

His hand cupped the back of her head, scrunching up her lace veil that she designed herself. He kissed her with passion. A promise of a second chance was shared between each breath.

He didn't think that he could ever truly want something this badly. But he burned for her. She was everything he ever wanted, no, needed. He wasn't going to lose it this time. He would give her the world and burn it if she ever asked. A thousand more diamonds if she pleased. Anything because she was everything to him.

"As much as I would love to rail you against this railing, I believe we have our reception to attend." Butch whispered in her ear.

She whined. "Its an open bar, they can all be by themselves for a little while longer." She beamed. "Plus, I wanted to show you my new design." Brat purred as she pulled him towards his bedroom.

Butch followed without hesitation and happier than he's ever been before. If this was now his new life, he would die a good man.

"Happy wife, happy life." Butch professed as his tie was thrown to the floor.

Before he could rid of her wedding dress, he pulled off his shirt and placed her hand over his heart. There, swirled in dark blue ink was her name.

"Oh, Butch, it's beautiful." She cried before placing a kiss to it. "You're so sweet to me."

"Only for you baby." Butch said before pulling her into a soft and tender kiss.

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hehehe I hope you enjoyed!!!

xoxo star

(prompts are still open and can be requested!!)

[wannursyafiqah74]

Think there's no point in whacking my impulse with hammers. It just wins sometimes. Don't like that... most of the time.

I watched Frog and Toad because I found fuj0shis to be annoying bigots. (And I'm not wrong!!)

And honestly, I will enjoy a wholesome M/M ship over the stupid crap (like mischaracterizing to bigoted levels) people are into any day, I don't care!

Also! I like Frog and Toad, so if you don't like shows for younger children, or kids' shows in general, my account's not for you.

I wrote a ramble about it below if you wanna read it!

I. Unironically adore this show. I think it's pretty decent in having a cozy atmosphere with some goofy moments. Though I think that with its goofiness its lessons shouldn't be taken literally. And I personally think it's a good show to unwind instead of being used as a way to learn. (I'd recommend something like Sesame Street for preschoolers.)

Theme song and credits are also extremely catchy.

Now, first up. The titular characters. They are confirmed to be gay, though the show refers to them as "best friends", so I'm not 100% sure if it was before or after this confirmation. Either way, I do think it's decent rep because they do have decent chemistry.

I do enjoy Frog because he is a character who's dumb as bricks, but means well and is chill about it. I think it was also a good idea for (from what I've seen) not giving him much spotlight episodes since jokes about him being dumb are better in small doses, or just building up to a conclusion, and I'm not gonna lie, it's funny.

Now. Toad. First up, it is a huge relief to see a kids' show treat a fat character with respect: he does have his goofy moments but he is on even grounds with Frog. He can be cynical but it's just him in a poor mood. He's not reduced to an eating joke. In spite of sharing a braincell with his bf he's a cool person to be around with a few spotlight episodes and I LOVE that.

Okay, Toad. I adore Toad. He is a really appealing character, not just for being as silly as his bf, but also just being funny, sweet, and polite. He has passions. He has his highs. He has his lows. He's really good at baking, and takes up an interest in gardening that he takes seriously which does benefit him in the end (he didn't realize patience was what he needed, and that's okay). He writes a "schedule" list that he does with his bf. He is the highlight of this show and that's final!!

Also! The other characters are great too!! I love how they're all varied while being limited to warmer colors. They also don't just lack gender identifiers but they feel like individuals regardless of gender. Groundhog and Robin are pretty appealing to me for this reason, though Lizard is personally iconic to me. We need more female characters that are funny!!

The one flaw is that. Well. This is just me nitpicking! But!!

In "Dragons and Giants", there's this bit where Frog and Toad go to this cave and encounter a snake who says "Lunch?" they get scared and run away, only to reveal it was a snake who invited them TO lunch. Then he offers dessert, but he's ignored. I found this joke was so unnecessary, because I FEEL BAD for this guy! I wanna eat lunch with Snake! Let me have this!!

But other than that. Show's good. Would recommend if you wanna unwind and watch something cozy.

[sevenbulletsavior]

Blood thundered in her skull, the adrenaline from hours before dying out but leaving behind the lingering beginnings of a migraine that swelled behind her eyes, pushed her to the brink of sickness that she fought off with gritted teeth and potentially one too many doses of anti-nausea medication. Karen stared at the walls of the hotel room she'd been secreted away to, the red glow of the vacancy sign out front tinging the faded flower painting in front of her the color of neon-red blood. A shaky breath left her body as a door somewhere shut with a thud, fear spiking briefly inside of her.

Calm down, Karen. No one knows you're here. Not Matt, not Foggy, not Ellison...no one. You're safe and this will be over soon and then you can--

The knock that sounded heavy at the door made Karen physically startle, her train of thought interrupted as she stared at the metal door, hand instinctively reaching to grasp the handle of her gun. Karen waged a war within herself, wondering if she could stay still and silent and whoever was there would go away, but there was another knock and a voice that carried through, gruff, quiet, familiar.

"C'mon and open up." A pause as if hesitating and then @contritioned added, “  i wanted to see you.  ”

Karen moved forward, keeping her body away from the door as much as possible before she looked through the peephole just to confirm what she already knew: at the door of her hotel room was Frank Castle, hood pulled up to conceal features tinged red from the neon sign, his eyes darting around him in paranoid concern.

First the chain lock was undone and then the deadbolt, Karen twisting the handle to open it and allow Frank to slink in as soon as the opening was enough space where he wouldn't physically shove his way through her. Questions swirled in her head, curious thoughts that demanded answers, but the only thing she could get out as she shut the door and worked on the locks was in her fear-addled state was, "I thought you were here to kill me."

"you think i could do something like that ?" His voice was still low, an edge of what Karen thought might be hurt in the question.

"You, no." The words were choked out with a bitter laugh, tears stinging her eyes as Karen turned to look at Frank in the dark of the hotel room. "But considering no one knows where I am..." The sentence drifted off, an opening, a plea, Karen wasn't sure. All she knew was she felt that facade of strength she tried so hard to craft begin to crumble again, felt the bricks shift and fall and felt the panic settle in because if Frank found her...

That meant he could as well.

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The Rising Trend of Designer Mouse Pads in Online Sales

In an era where the boundaries between workspaces and personal environments blur, the humble mouse pad has evolved from a simple computer accessory to a significant style statement. Designer mouse pads are gaining traction in online sales, reflecting a growing demand for personalized and aesthetically pleasing workspaces. This article explores the reasons behind this trend, the variety of designs available, and tips for purchasing designer mouse pads online.

The Growing Popularity of Designer Mouse Pads The surge in remote work and home offices has led many to seek ways to make their workspaces more comfortable and visually appealing. Designer mouse pads are a perfect blend of functionality and aesthetics. Unlike generic mouse pads, these products offer unique designs that reflect personal style, add a splash of color, or provide a touch of luxury.

Consumers today are increasingly valuing the visual appeal of their workspaces. A well-designed mouse pad can enhance the overall look of a desk, making it more inviting and conducive to productivity. Furthermore, with the rise of ergonomic concerns, many designer mouse pads are also incorporating features like wrist rests and high-quality materials that offer better support and comfort during prolonged use.

Varieties of Designer Mouse Pads The market for designer mouse pads is diverse, catering to a wide range of tastes and preferences.

Here are some popular categories:

Artistic Mouse Pads: These feature artwork from famous artists or original creations from emerging designers. They can turn a mundane desk item into a mini canvas, providing a daily dose of inspiration.

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Why Buy Designer Mouse Pads Online? Purchasing designer mouse pads online offers several advantages. Online stores provide a vast array of options that are often not available in physical stores. This variety allows consumers to find designs that perfectly match their aesthetic preferences and functional needs.

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Customization Options: Many online retailers offer extensive customization options, allowing customers to create a unique mouse pad that reflects their personal style or brand identity. This level of personalization is typically not available in brick-and-mortar stores.

Competitive Pricing: Online marketplaces are highly competitive, often resulting in better prices and discounts compared to traditional retail stores. Additionally, shoppers can easily compare prices across different websites to find the best deal.

Global Access: Online shopping eliminates geographical limitations, allowing consumers to purchase designer mouse pads from international brands that may not have a local presence. This global access significantly expands the range of choices available.

Tips for Buying Designer Mouse Pads Online When buying a designer mouse pad online, it is essential to consider several factors to ensure you get the best product for your needs. Here are some tips to guide you:

Check the Material: The material of the mouse pad affects both its aesthetics and functionality. Ensure the material is durable and suits your preferences, whether it's for gaming, office work, or personal use.

Read Reviews: Customer reviews provide valuable insights into the quality and performance of the mouse pad. Look for reviews that mention the product's durability, comfort, and whether it matches the description provided by the seller.

Consider Size and Thickness: Mouse pads come in various sizes and thicknesses. Choose a size that fits your desk space and meets your functional requirements. Gamers may prefer larger pads for ample movement, while minimalists might opt for compact designs.

Look for Non-Slip Base: A non-slip base is crucial for ensuring that the mouse pad stays in place during use. Check product descriptions and reviews to confirm that the mouse pad has a reliable non-slip backing.

Warranty and Return Policy: Verify the warranty and return policy of the product. This is important in case the mouse pad does not meet your expectations or has any defects.

Customization Options: If you are looking for a personalized mouse pad, ensure the online store offers easy-to-use customization tools. Check for options like adding text, and images, or choosing specific colors and designs.

Conclusion The online sale of designer mouse pads is a testament to the changing dynamics of workspace personalization. As more people seek to create environments that reflect their personalities and enhance productivity, the demand for aesthetically pleasing and functional accessories like designer mouse pads continues to grow.

By offering a wide variety of designs, customization options, and the convenience of online shopping, retailers are meeting this demand and transforming the way we perceive everyday office supplies. Whether for personal use, professional branding, or ergonomic comfort, designer mouse pads represent a small yet significant investment in creating a workspace that is both functional and inspiring.

[premiumfancylighting]

5 LED Wall Lighting Ideas to Liven Up Your Outdoor Spaces at Home

There's nothing quite like those warm summer nights spent outdoors, is there? Whether you're firing up the grill for a casual backyard barbeque bash or simply enjoying a laid-back evening under the star-studded sky, ambient lighting can work wonders for enhancing your outdoor living experience. Among the many options out there, LED wall lighting is a real game-changer when it comes to lightening up your exterior spaces with style and flair.

Let's explore five inspired ideas for your home's outdoor hangout zones-

Dramatize Your Home's Unique Architecture

One ultra-cool way to highlight those eye-catching architectural details? Implement some strategic LED wall washing. By carefully positioning LED Outdoor lights for walls at precise angles, you can cast a soft, even glow across textured surfaces like stone or brick. Not only does this visually striking technique add wonderful depth and dimension, but it's also the perfect way to show off ornate moldings, accent your home's entryway, or create an alluring focal point. Your home's exterior will radiate all kinds of drama and interest.

Illuminate Stairways and Paths with Style

Safety meets sophistication with the help of LED stair and path lighting. By recessing little LED Outdoor lights for walls into stair risers or mounting them along the sides of walkways, you can brighten up these often-neglected areas with functional yet fashionable illumination. And with a rainbow of color temperature options in your corner, it's easy to complement your home's aesthetic and landscaping choices. Say goodbye to that disconnected feel between indoors and out!

Apply a Stroke of Strategic Accent Lighting

Sometimes less is more when it comes to creating ambiance. With a few well-positioned LED accent outdoor lights, you can establish stunning visual highlights and set just the right mood for your outdoor soirée. Use them to frame water features, sculptures, or cozy nooks. Tweak the beam angle and color temperature to your heart's content for either an intimate, cozy atmosphere or something bolder and more high-drama. It's totally up to your personal tastes!

Blend Beauty and Efficiency in Your Landscape

Why not incorporate LED wall lights directly into your landscape design for a seamless look? Line pathways, uplighting shrubbery, or accent show-stopping trees and garden beds - the energy-efficient possibilities are limitless. And with a whole spectrum of color temps in your lighting toolbox, it's easy to complement your yard's aesthetic, whether you prefer an inviting warmth or a sleek modern vibe.

Get Playful with Decorative String Lights

For an extra dose of whimsy and charm, you can't go wrong with a set of eye-catching LED string outdoor lights adorning your home's exterior walls, fences, and structures. Swag them overhead, wrap them around pillars and posts, or let them softly drape across surfaces for a magical twinkling effect. With styles ranging from classic bulbs to novelty shapes and colors galore, the options are limited only by your imagination. Instant outdoor ambiance and festivity!

Conclusion

With a few smart LED wall lighting strategies, you can easily turn your humble backyard into an open-air paradise made for memorable summer nights with family and friends.

[cityexplorer1]

Unveiling the Canvas: Exploring London's Hidden Art Scene

Venture into the East End, and you'll find yourself immersed in the eclectic street art scene that adorns the walls of Shoreditch. This area serves as an ever-changing canvas for local and international street artists. The Brick Lane area, in particular, boasts a kaleidoscope of murals, graffiti, and stencils, each telling a unique story. From the politically charged works of Banksy to the vibrant, abstract creations of Stik, every piece contributes to the narrative of this dynamic urban art gallery.

For those seeking a more immersive experience, Leake Street Tunnel, tucked beneath the arches of Waterloo Station, offers an underground haven for graffiti and street art. Known as the "Banksy Tunnel," this subterranean space allows artists to freely express themselves, resulting in a constantly evolving showcase of creativity. The tunnel's atmosphere is as dynamic as the art it houses, making each visit a unique and ephemeral experience.

In the heart of West London, the Notting Hill Arts Club stands as a testament to the city's thriving alternative arts scene. This iconic venue seamlessly fuses music, visual arts, and performance, providing a platform for emerging artists to showcase their talent. Whether it's a live music gig, an art exhibition, or an underground club night, the Notting Hill Arts Club continues to be a pulsating hub for those seeking a taste of London's avant-garde creativity.

Delve into the hidden art studios scattered across London, where emerging artists toil away in relative obscurity, honing their craft. The Old Police Station in Deptford is a prime example, housing a collective of artists working in various mediums. This repurposed space serves not only as studios but also as a gallery, fostering a sense of community and collaboration among its resident artists.

For a dose of unconventional art, head to God’s Own Junkyard in Walthamstow. This kaleidoscopic space is a neon wonderland, showcasing the work of the late Chris Bracey, a master of neon art. With its vibrant colors and eclectic displays, God’s Own Junkyard is a testament to Bracey's avant-garde vision and a hidden gem that adds a splash of surrealism to London's artistic landscape.

The Nomadic Community Gardens, nestled in the heart of Shoreditch, offer a different kind of artistic experience. This urban oasis, created by the local community, is a living canvas where nature and art coalesce. The gardens feature sculptures, murals, and installations, providing a tranquil escape from the urban hustle while celebrating the power of communal creativity.

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Like You’re Caught in the Undertow

Notos - Notos - The Oh Hellos

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Chapter 3 of Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind, in which Martyn gets injured and coerced into being Tango’s official diplomat with chicken and potatoes. Contains description of broken bones, unconsciousness, and waking up in a hospital.

Available on AO3 here.

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Tango was bored.

The day-night cycle of the overworld had quickly lost its novelty, as had the green-ness of everything, the peacefulness, the lack of heat. He had long ago stopped trying to imitate that cool, quiet feeling, knocking down the rounded roofs and mildly colored walls of his first city in favor of the dark and severe shapes of blackstone and basalt, the harsh colors of crimson and cyan, and, of course, the fire. Lots of fire. But never enough to make him feel warm.

Only his projects sparked any interest now; his tunnel-caves styled after those red brick fortresses, his breeding projects that crossed carefully managed hoglins and striders with pigs and horses, and the machines that maintain the last portal to his homeland. That is, until the messengers came.

Scar sent the first one, a terrified tuxedo cat in a three-piece suit. She stammered something about settlers from across the ocean, people with feathers and wings, whose boats had two hulls and whose weapons bore emeralds. The poor girl was so terrified of Tango that he had to dose her with temporary blindness just to get her to sleep.

He dismissed her rambling message as just another rumor the Duke of Colors though might liven up his far-flung ally’s mood. It was amusing, but not interesting.

A few days later, a battered husk stumbled into the Neverglades, bearing a letter in Cub Voidstars’ hand. The Red Rock Sovereign was more modest and realistic in his descriptions: yes, parrot-folk in catamarans had made landfall, yes, they wore emeralds on both jewelry and swords, and yes, they had settled in the Teal Cove. Cub also named the leader of these ‘Emeraldians’ as Grian of the Sunset.

The name was a bit on the nose for a fellow from the Land of the Sunset, but Tango trusted the half-vex, and so sent a courier of his own to extend his greetings to these birds. A nice diversion, but not a lengthy one. The parrot-folk slipped his mind, replaced by more machine ideas and schemes to return his good standing among the Netherfolk.

The parrot-folk would not return to the mind of the Basalt King.

Until one crashed into one of his stained glass windows.

It didn’t break the window, mind you. The glass is very sturdy. But the parrot did break a few bones.

“Broken wing, broken arm, a few cracked ribs,” the witch doctor commented, his potion bottles clacking as he set the parrot-folk’s injuries. “Probably going to have one hell of a headache and neck cramp for a while. Good thing for the helmet, else their skull would have broken too.”

Tango was holding that helmet now, quite fascinated with the metal it was made of. The outside was iron, for certain, and decorated with gold as well. But the inside…

“Damian?”

The skeleton guard straightened at the name, vertebrae grinding together a bit. “Yes, sir?”

“Could you tell Samantha that I’m coming through as soon as this fellow wakes up to ask her some questions? I think she’ll like this one.”

Damian saluted. “Yes, sir.”

His armored footsteps were still echoing from beyond the great door when Dr. Vincent pronounced his patient as healthy as potions and splints could make a fellow who just flew headfirst into what was essentially a stone wall. He and Natalia lifted the unconscious form onto a stretcher, great green wings splaying awkwardly as they struggled to keep the splints in place.

“Do make sure that none of the black cats hurt the poor thing,” Tango called after them, “I’ve read that they like to eat birds!”

-

Tango was there when the parrot-folk came to a few hours later. To be fair, as many off-duty skeletons and witches and humans were right outside the medical ward as could fit in the dark hallways, but the doctors wouldn’t let any in until their King had finished with… whatever he wanted to do with the bird.

They didn’t slowly wake up, squinting and confused. No, their eyes, their violet eyes, Tango noticed, snapped open wide with a gasp. If it weren’t for the weight of their casts and splints, he was sure they would have tried to get out of the bed and leave the room.

As those bright eyes darted around the room, Tango slowly approached them, taking care to rustle his long coat so that he would be noticed. With the sudden fear that sparked in the parrot-folk’s eyes when they landed on him, he was glad he had left his morningstar flail in the armory instead of gleaming at his hip.

He clasped both hands behind his back and leaned a bit closer to the parrot-folk with a smile. Or, what he hoped was a smile. “Hello! It’s good to see you awake. Do you remember crashing into a stained-glass window, colored crimson and cyan and gold?”

They blinked. Twice. Then they shook a lock of blonde hair out of their face, dislodged from their headband during the medical treatment. Then they blinked again before answering.

“Y-Yes? Yes, I do remember hitting a colored window…”

Tango smiled a bit wider, he hoped. The parrot-folk had a funny accent. “That’s good! The doctors say that if you remember what happened right before the… concussion! Concussion, yes, if you remember what happened before that, there isn’t any damage to your brain.”

He continued, slowly and carefully pacing about the room as he talked. “But you do have a broken arm— the right one, I hope that’s not your dominant one, but if it is, sorry, it will be out of commission for a bit —and a partially broken wing, also the right one. The doctors also say you’ve got some cracked ribs, but those are very easy to heal. You’ll just need to keep on tha—”

“Who are you?” The parrot-folk cut him off, fear showing plainly on their face.

“Oh, that is so rude of me! Sorry,” Tango apologized, holding out his hand, “My name is Tango Tek, Basalt King of the Neverglades! Pleased to meet you.”

The parrot-folk’s mouth worked wordlessly for a moment before they hesitantly grasped the offered hand. Theirs was very warm. “My name’s… Martin. Martin Junglewood.”

Tango grinned as they shook hands. “Jun-gle-wood! That’s an interesting last name, very interesting! Do all parrot-folk have names like that?”

Martin’s face was a study in very cautious bewilderment, as if he was looking at a talking lion. “Er, yes, most of us have names like that. Mine’s actually pretty generic. Lots of people have the last names of plants or… no, just plants.”

Tango hummed, absentmindedly fiddling with the recovery compass at his hip. “Plants’ names as last names… I guess it isn’t that different from ocelots taking fish names, or skeletons their favorite bone, or witches their potion specialty…”

-

Martyn looked on in slight fascination and far less slight fear as Tango paced about, mumbling something about ‘under-folk’ and ‘illager naming conventions’ and ‘what might Jevin have to say about this’. He didn’t exactly know what to expect when Grian had sent him to ‘visit the Neverglades and see if you can buy some basalt and gold for… I dunno, coco beans or something’, but to find their king to be a blue-haired, slightly glowing, very much not human man who radiated constant heat, ordered skeletons around, and fussed over family names certainly wasn’t it.

After a few minutes of watching him pace, he cleared his throat quietly, flinching at how quickly Tango’s head whipped around, those mismatched eyes boring into him. “Er, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but would it be possible for me to eat something? It’s just that I haven’t eaten since yesterday… or maybe two days ago.”

Tango looked puzzled for a moment, before realization dawned on his face. “Oh, right! Of course, I’ll get something brought over. What is it that you parrot-folk eat? Like, are you vegetarian or..?”

“N-No, I eat most things. Just no chocolate.”

The Basalt King nodded thoughtfully, as if Martyn had told him very important information. “I understand. The doctors say you shouldn’t eat anything too strong. Though they are skeletons, so I don’t know how much I trust them when it comes to digestion. Might as well heed their advice, though. What harm could it do?”

He walked to the doorway and stuck his head out into the hall, the murmurs going silent in an instant. “Hey, could one of you, and only one of you, get some baked potatoes and roast chicken and… uh, milk, I guess? Completely plain, mind you. No Nether stuff whatsoever. And only enough for two normal people. We aren’t feeding piglins in here.”

A chorus of dry Yes, sir’s echoed until Tango closed the door. Even then, clattering footsteps could be heard through the stone walls. The king sighed as he leaned against one wall, flicking a flame into existence with his gloved hand and making it dance. “Goodness knows they’ll take so long that it’ll be cold once it gets here. But I guess it isn’t their fault, having no need for food, much less a sense of temperature. Useful things, skeletons, but not terribly skilled. Witches, though, are smart as any piglin commander I’ve matched wits against. Very specialized though. Goodness knows how long it took me to find a decent slowness-caster…”

Tango kept on talking, seemingly ignoring Martyn entirely, except when he shaped the flame in his hand to accentuate whatever he was talking about. It was a monstrous thing with tusks, then a two-legged something or other, and then a strange, half-demolished whatsit. The king would switch from topic to topic like a leaping axolotl, and Martyn thought he could hold his own against any gossipy weaving girl.

A knock sounded at the door, startling Tango into crushing the flame. “Come on in.”

A skeleton opened the door, and proceeded to bring in a small pile of potatoes, perhaps a third of a roast chicken, and a large decanter filled with milk on a standing tray. Two dark glass cups, two bright blue plates, and two sets of black metal cutlery inlaid with gold joined the food on a tall wooden crate Tango dragged out from a corner. He waved the skeleton away, and once the door was closed, suspiciously sniffed the food.

A surprised look crossed his face. “Wow, it’s actually still warm! The cook’s getting a raise.”

-

Tango quickly heaped a plate with potatoes and chicken and poured a glass of milk for Martin, setting it on his lap before rigging himself a makeshift seat from a few crates of dried herbs. He was busily carving his chicken when he realized that the parrot hadn’t moved an inch.

“Oh, am I doing something wrong?” Tango asked, “Do parrot-folk have some sort of pre-meal prayer or greeting? Do you not use forks? I’m sure there are some Labyrinth chopsticks somewhere in the pantries—“

“T-Tango.” Martin’s stuttering voice, brimming with confusion and no small amount of fear, cut him off. “You’re doing nothing wrong, I assure you. It’s just, well, you’re a king. The ruler of the Neverglade, sitter of the Basalt Throne, commander of thousands of skeletons and witches and whatever the hell hoglins are! Why would a king be eating meat and potatoes with me? I’m just a messenger, a stranger from across the ocean, with feathers and claws and these damned violet eyes!”

Tango wasn’t sure what expression he was making, but he felt nothing but surprise and confusion. “Well, that is true. I am a king, ruler of the Neverglade, and I do sit on the Basalt Throne regularly. I do command thousands of skeletons and witches and hoglins and drowned and phantoms and such. But why would that have any bearing on me eating with you? You’re here, you’re hungry, I’m also here, I’m also hungry, and I like meat and potatoes. I do hope you like meat and potatoes. You’re also physically indisposed. Is this a cultural difference? I know there must be many, though I can’t say I’ve studied the parrot-folk in great detail yet—“

“Tango.” Martin says it more certainly this time. “Tango, this is more than a cultural difference. Kings and queens and dukes and duchesses and emperors aren’t normal people. They’re leaders, they’re generals, they’re… not like me.”

He said the last bit like it was a universal truth he had often repeated, the way Tango would have said ‘the Overworld is too cold’, or how Scar says everything.

The surprise and confusion remained in Tango, and he knew that they were painted across his face. “Well, that’s not true. I’ve met plenty of rulers ever since I left the Nether, and they’ve all been people. Different species, certainly; Cub’s half-vex, Pearl is of the hoof-folk, Jevin’s a slime, and I’m part-blaze-part-stray-part-human. But they’re all people. Even the bastion lords and fortress kings are enough like people to be called people. Is it different in the Land of the Sunset?”

Martin shook his head. “I-I… I wouldn’t know. You’re the first ruler I’ve ever spoken with normally, let alone shared a normal meal with. Unless you count Grian.”

Tango, who had finished three potatoes, a good deal of chicken, and a glass of milk between sentences, suddenly turned on Martin with a look not dissimilar to that of a cat spotting a bird. “You know Grian Sunset?”

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Martyn jerked back as far as he could in reaction to Tango’s sudden approach. Which wasn’t very far; all three casts were very heavy. “Y-Yes, I do know Grian. We’re, uh, old friends. Yeah.”

Despite his extremely obvious stammering and nervous voice, Tango didn’t seem to notice. At least, he didn’t find anything wrong about it.

“Really? Oh, that is fantastic! I’ve honestly haven’t had the time to do much more than send my greetings to Grian, but you—“ he pointed a finger at Martyn “—are going to change that!”

“I-I am?”

Tango nodded vigorously. “Of course! You can’t very well travel until those injuries are at least mostly healed, after all. I’ve got plenty of living space and food, so it’s no trouble for you to stay for a while. Not in the hospital, of course! A proper set of rooms, yes, perhaps in the Glowhorn Spires..? Never mind that! Point is, while you’re recovering, I’m going to pick your brain about Grian and the Land of the Sunset! How does that sound?”

Martyn was still processing the king’s first few sentences when he declared his intentions, causing his mouth to drop open in undisguised surprise. Once again, Tango didn’t seem to notice or care.

“W-Would this be an official deal? Like, a treaty or agreement between your, uh, Neverglades and Grian’s… Sunset Coast?”

Tango tilted his head, a motion eerily similar to Grian’s own ‘curiosity pose’. “Well, if you’d like it to be. OH! Did you say Grian’s settlement is called the Sunset Coast? Fitting name, I suppose. It pays homage to his homeland, and is accurate to its location, right next to Cub’s wooded plateaus… Oh, sorry! An official agreement, right! Sure, sure. I’ll send for paper and ink... and a proper table!”

-

Tango Tek and Martyn Junglewood signed a treaty of sorts that day, a short and simple document that declared Martyn to be an ‘official diplomat on behalf of the Sunset Coast to the Neverglades, for the purpose of informing the latter nation-civilization of the former’s customs’, and Tango guaranteed him ‘good room, board, food, water, clothing, and all things guaranteed by the laws of both nation-civilizations involved to an official of Martyn’s rank’.

The Basalt King signed the parchment with a flourish of dark blue ink, grinning with pride that he was finally able to show off the penmanship skills that the Netherfolk disregarded so greatly. Martyn’s signature was rather shaky thanks to his broken right arm, yet much more legible in the same ink. Tango’s odd herald, a witch with perpetually night-vision-dilated pupils, announced to the massive gathering of Nevergladians outside the hospital windows that the Treaty of Blackbone Hospital was complete, evoking a great cheer of voices and clattering bones. Martyn nearly fainted at the noise.

-

The news of the treaty spread across Mainland fast as the dolphin swims, but it reached Grian’s ears quicker even than that. Clad in a construction helmet of iron and perched on the edge of one of his unfinished towers, the newly declared Sitter of the Dusk Throne sighed as he gazed north. The dying light of the sun made the water below glitter.

“For goodness sake, it was just supposed to be a trade trip! I reckon Martyn didn’t even secure that gold. Oh well. I guess it could be worse. I suppose I’m friendly with King Tango now…”

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Cub couldn’t help but grin when the Dusk Sitter’s messenger arrived, nearly bowling over Tango’s odd little skeleton as they both tumbled into the hallways. Both bird and bones told him the same story; the Basalt and Dusk Thrones were friendly, a bird called Martyn Junglewood was the new ambassador to the Neverglades, a counterpart would soon arrive at the Sunset Coast, and would Climbing Spires object to this arrangement?

The Sovereign shook his head at the last question. “Of course not. The Coast is free to do as their Sitter wishes, as is the Neverglades. Besides, Tango is hardly an enemy. I do hope I can get to know him better myself.”

[terryjain57]

Running a Marathon in Oz

A marathon in the Land of Oz? Sure, why not?

Let me paint a vivid picture of what it would be like to lace up your running shoes and embark on a race in the marvelous Land of Oz. Brace yourself for a whirlwind of adventure, enchantment, and surprises around every corner!

As you step onto the starting line, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. The vibrant hues of the yellow brick road beneath your feet beckon you forward, promising a journey like no other. The sun shines bright, casting a warm glow on the emerald-green fields that stretch as far as the eye can see. The scent of wildflowers and the faint rustling of leaves accompany your every stride, creating a symphony of nature's chorus.

With a spirited "On your marks, get set, go!" from the race official, you set off, feeling the energy surge through your veins. As you pass through Munchkinland, the cheerful inhabitants, with their colorful attire and contagious laughter, line the streets to cheer you on. Their tiny hands wave enthusiastically, and their joyous voices fill the air, fueling you with an extra dose of determination.

The road winds through magical forests, where towering trees whisper secrets and cast dappled shadows on your path. You might catch glimpses of mischievous winged monkeys darting among the branches, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. But worry not, for they are merely spectators, curious to see the human runners in their mystical realm.

As you push forward, you may encounter some of the iconic characters that populate the land. A friendly scarecrow, his stitched smile widening as he sees you pass, may offer words of encouragement. The rusted tin man, oil can in hand, greets you with a nod, his metallic joints creaking in solidarity. And of course, Toto, Dorothy's loyal companion, might even join you for a few bounding strides, his tail wagging with delight.

But it's not just the scenery and characters that make the race in Oz truly magical; it's the ever-changing landscape itself. You may find yourself crossing a babbling brook on a bridge guarded by a lion—a fierce creature with a heart of gold. With a mighty roar, he steps aside, allowing you to pass, his noble gaze spurring you onward.

As the miles tick by, the Emerald City gleams in the distance, its sparkling spires drawing you closer. The streets bustle with excitement as Ozians come out in droves to witness this extraordinary event. Their cheers and applause form a symphony of support, echoing in your ears and propelling you forward with newfound strength.

And then, just when you think you've reached your limits, the marathon organizers present you with a pair of emerald running shoes—shoes that possess the power of flight! With a leap and a flutter, you take to the air, gliding effortlessly above the cobblestone streets, your feet hardly touching the ground. The rush of wind in your face, the breathtaking views of the city below—oh, it's an experience beyond compare!

Finally, as the finish line approaches, the cheers crescendo into a thunderous roar. The crowd parts, and you cross the threshold, triumph radiating through every fiber of your being. The sense of accomplishment, the camaraderie forged with fellow runners, and the memories of a land teeming with wonder will forever remain etched in your heart.

Running a race in Oz is not just a physical endeavor; it's an exploration of the fantastical, a testament to the power of imagination, and a celebration of the indomitable human spirit. So, my friend, if ever you find yourself donning your running gear and dreaming of a whimsical adventure, close your eyes, click your heels, and believe in the magic of running through the Land of Oz.

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Beautiful Bathrooms

Whether you’re designing a bathroom for your new home or simply remodeling an old one, you’ll want to make sure that the bathroom’s design complements your overall aesthetic. The most beautiful bathrooms will have a simple yet refined design with a touch of modernity.

Marble

Adding marble to your bathroom is a great way to add a sophisticated look. It has been used in architecture for millennia and has the allure of timeless luxury. Marble is available in many different colors and can be used in conjunction with other materials. The best part is that marble never goes out of style.

In a traditional bathroom, white marble is typically chosen. However, darker coloured marbles are best suited to contemporary bathrooms. Darker marbles can add dramatic veining and movement to a space. Lighter shades of marble also add a sense of continuity. They can be cut into various sizes for a unique look.

Marble is an organic material that can be worked into beautiful shapes. It is also a durable material that can last for generations if it is cared for properly.

All-black

Having an all-black bathroom is a great way to create a sleek and elegant look. The contrast between the dark wall and white floor tiles creates a striking effect. However, choosing the wrong shade of black can make the room look dingy.

Luckily, there are ways to create an all-black bathroom that won’t turn drab. The most important thing to remember is that dark colors work well with neutrals and white. If you’re considering using black in your bathroom, start with a test run on a small section of the wall.

One of the easiest ways to achieve an all-black bathroom is with paint. Black paint is durable and easy to clean. You can either paint the walls or add a fresh coat to the existing paint.

Rugged, raw

Whether you’re remodeling your home or you’re looking to add a rustic touch to a new bathroom, rustic bathroom decor is a great way to create a relaxing, serene atmosphere. To achieve a rustic look, try using wood, stone, and other natural elements.

Materials like exposed concrete and brick work well in bathrooms. These hard-wearing materials look modern, chic, and contemporary. Materials like unfinished wood and raw brick are also great for a rustic bathroom.

Rustic bathroom decor can focus on small details, such as a wood-framed mirror. These details add warmth and character to the space. They can also be used to contrast with more rustic bathroom tiles.

For a more industrial look, try using a concrete accent wall. This can also be used in small doses.

French country cottage

Whether you live in the countryside or in an expensive chateau, you’ll love these beautiful bathrooms in French country cottage style. They’re filled with vintage glitz and rustic patinas, yet they remain chic and modern.

One of the easiest ways to add French country flair to your bathroom is with a chandelier. Traditionally, American homeowners only hang chandeliers in the dining room, but French people like to have a light fixture in every room. The delicate crystal chandelier in this bathroom adds a charming touch.

Another way to add French country flair to your bathroom is to use an antique style turn legged wooden table. You’ll find plenty of these pieces at antique stores. They’re ideal for holding crisp spare towels.

Another way to add French country flair is to use white towels. They impart a fresh and airy look that will keep your room looking clean and fresh.

Modern boudoir

Using a modern boudoir bathroom design is a good way to mix Parisian chic with functional modern bathroom design. The right combination of furnishing styles can add flair to any space. You can also use unexpected colors to elevate an ordinary room.

The modern boudoir bathroom is a good choice for a small room. You can also use natural home fabrics and striped wallpaper to add a touch of femininity. Adding an oversized pendant light can also help. You can also use a textured wall, or even a floor-to-ceiling glass door to enhance the feel of your bathroom.

The boudoir bathroom design also features a black tile floor. This is not a traditional choice for a bathroom, but it does have its own merits. The floor is a geometric pattern that adds a modern twist to the room.

The bathroom is often the most overlooked room in your house. It’s easy to see why it’s usually small and hidden away, and it’s probably the last place you’d expect to spend a significant amount of time. But the truth is, the bathroom is one of the most important rooms in your home. It is a functional space for bathing and washing and a social hub for your entire household. So it makes sense that you want to ensure it looks its best. That’s why Vancouver Kitchen Renovation specializes in bathroom renovations. Whether you’re interested in updating your current bathroom or building a brand new one from scratch, we can help you create the perfect space for your whole family. We believe that bathrooms should look spa-like, sustainable, and modern. In addition to being practical spaces, they should also feel warm and inviting. With that in mind, we strive to incorporate natural materials, open floor plans, and lots of light.

We understand that to be successful is to stay ahead of the curve. That means staying current with the latest technology and design trends. We always want to improve our products or services without breaking the bank. That’s why we stay connected to the latest technologies of NKBA, National Kitchen and Bath Association. In addition, at Vancouver Kitchen renovation, our primary focus is providing sustainable bathroom design and renovation packages, and we believe in sustainable living. Sustainable living is a way of life in harmony with nature. It is a lifestyle which focuses on the preservation of our environment. Sustainable living is a philosophy emphasizing respect for the environment and concern for its well-being. This means we should take care of the planet and treat it as if it were our home. We should try to preserve what we have and protect it from destruction. If we do this, we will enjoy the benefits of the earth’s resources for many generations. Whether you’re planning a major remodel or adding finishing touches to your current bathroom, we’d love to discuss your project. Book your showroom consultation online.

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Frequently Asked Questions

How do you do a facelift in a bathroom?

It’s not enough to replace fixtures and fittings when renovating a bathroom. You need to create an environment that makes you feel at home. How to make your bathroom feel more inviting is one way to create a relaxing atmosphere for guests and yourself.

Here are some tips:

You can also add plants. They help cleanse your air and add natural beauty. You have many options for indoor plants: succulents, mosses, cacti and ferns.

Lighting is important. Lighting is crucial in creating an inviting and beautiful space. Instead of using direct light sources, try indirect lighting. These will provide soft, diffused illumination.

Create a comfortable seating area. This could be a bench, or a small desk. To display photographs or art on the wall, shelves could be installed. You can brighten the space by adding a mirror to reflect light.

For hanging your coat or robe, consider adding a bathrobe hook.

We offer a wealth of information about bathroom designs and remodelling services. Our experts are happy to help you plan your next renovation. Give us a shout today!

What bathroom sinks will be in fashion in 2023?

In 2023, there will be a variety of bathroom sink designs. Here are some of the most loved styles:

The Vessel Sink is a popular choice for bathroom remodels. They offer a unique and stylish look that can make a statement in your bathroom.

The Undermount Sink: This sink is popular for bathrooms. They are sleek and modern, which can make your bathroom look more modern.

The Pedestal Sink: The pedestal sink is another classic bathroom sink option. They have a timeless style that can be both elegant and useful in your bathroom.

Integrated sink + countertop: This new trend has become increasingly popular. This option gives your bathroom a seamless look. Because the sink is integrated within the countertop, there is no gap. This can give your bathroom a clean and contemporary look.

No matter which style you choose to fit your bathroom, it is important that it complements the overall look and feel of the space. Your bathroom should be a place you feel at home and comfortable. A sink that supports this goal is the best choice.

How long does it take to do a complete bathroom renovation in Vancouver, British Columbia?

A bathroom remodel takes about four to five weeks. You can expect the project to take longer if permits and inspections are involved. Bear in mind that the timeline may also be affected by the size and complexity of your renovation.

How can I make my bathrooms feel more Zen?

A great bathroom is a place to relax and reflect. After an exhausting day of work, this is where we relax. Why would anyone choose to unwind in a place where they feel stressed?

It is easy to answer: bathrooms are places where you can relax. By taking a shower, we can wash away all our worries. We wash ourselves, then we clean our teeth.

There are many ways to make a bathroom quiet and peaceful while still providing all the amenities.

White paint makes a room look brighter and cleaner, for example. White also helps to reflect light making rooms appear larger.

A large mirror allows us to see how we look without turning around.

You can make your bathroom a peaceful place by adding candles. Candles can provide warmth and safety. Scented candles can also promote calmness.

You can encourage peace and tranquility by adding plants to your bathroom. Plants are known to reduce stress levels and increase focus.

Lighting is an additional way to set the mood. Lighting can either create a warm atmosphere. Warm lights such as those from candlelight can create a peaceful environment.

Take some time to rest your body next time you use the bathroom. After all, this is the only place where we can be completely free of the outside world.

How do you update outdated bathrooms?

Nowadays, bathroom renovations need little more than a new coat and a few new fixtures. Sometimes, though, these updates don’t suffice.

In these instances, investing in an entirely new bathroom renovation may make sense. This is especially true for homes constructed before 1980. Old plumbing systems are often prone to water damage and leakage.

But while a complete overhaul might seem daunting, it doesn’t have to be. It’s possible to create a stunning new space by preparing and planning. Here are some tips to help you tackle this project.

Create a plan. It doesn’t make a difference if you hire experts or manage the whole job yourself.

Also, you need to think about whether you would rather renovate or build a new layout. To ensure proper drainage, you will need to knock down walls if the former option is chosen.

After you have decided on the direction you want to go, create rough floor plans and measure every room.

Next, decide on a colour scheme. While neutral colors such as black and gray are popular choices, these won’t suit every home. You should choose colours that are complementary to your existing decor. You could use warm colors like orange, yellow and gold if you have a lot of wood in your home.

While picking a palette can be challenging, it is worth keeping your options open. You should allow plenty of time for furniture, appliances, and accessories shopping.

Also, make sure to check the local building codes. You may need permits depending on where you live. You may be required to obtain a permit from the city hall in some cases. If you don’t know what code applies to your location, you can contact your local Building Inspection Division of British Columbia. They will be able to help you with the details of your project.

You should consult a trusted bathroom contractor before you make any decisions. They can guide you through the process and provide advice about the permits that you will need. Don’t forget about tax deductions. An eligible credit for tax credit is available for investments in substantial renovations, particularly those that are energy-efficient.

What color looks the best in your bathroom?

This question is not easy to answer. People have different preferences, and what may look good in one bathroom may not necessarily look good in another. Some of the most preferred colors for bathrooms are light blue, white, and pale yellow. These colours create a relaxing and tranquil atmosphere, which is what you want in your bathroom. The individual can choose which colour they prefer for their bathroom.

White is the most popular bathroom choice because it makes the room seem bigger and brighter. White is versatile and can be paired with many other colours. It creates a warm, inviting atmosphere and is a popular choice. Light blue is used often in bathrooms as it promotes relaxation. A bathroom with a pale green color is a good choice. It has a soothing effect and can create a relaxing atmosphere. The best color for a bathroom is the one that makes people feel most relaxed and comfortable.

Statistics

According to a 2019 remodelling report from the National Association of Realtors, 70 percent of consumers “have a greater desire to be home” after a bathroom renovation, so read on and soak up the secrets. (housebeautiful.com)

2023 bathroom design trends: Large format tiles were favoured by 59% of those surveyed.mSlab surfaces were favoured by 40% of those surveyed. (https://nkba.org)

2023 bathroom design trends: Floating vanities were favoured by 71% of those surveyed. (https://nkba.org)

2023 bathroom design trends: Windows above tubs were favoured by 51% of those surveyed. Skylights were selected by 37% of those surveyed. (https://nkba.org)

This article will reveal more about AntiBac surfaces and how Villeroy and Boch products have 99.9% fewer bacteria. (superbath.co.uk)

According to the EPA, a conventional toilet uses 1.6 gallons per flush, but that old pink one could use between 3.5 to 7 gallons per flush. (elemental.green)

2023 bathroom design trends: Heated floors were favoured by a substantial 75% of those who responded to the survey.(https://nkba.org)

The average midrange bathroom remodels costs $27,164, according to the latest Remodeling Cost versus Value report, and it’s projected that you will recoup 58.9% of that cost when reselling your home. (architecturaldigest.com)

Keep in mind: they advise that, all told, your bathroom project should cost no more than 5 to 10 percent of your home’s value. (remodelista.com)

2023 bathroom design trends: Bathroom faucet designs reflected wellness concerns, with 61% choosing accessible lever handles, 48% choosing motion and 36% going for the touch or tap options. (https://nkba.org)

WaterSense-labeled bathroom sink faucets use a maximum of 1.5 gallons per minute, reducing water use by 30 percent or more from the standard flow of 2.2 gallons per minute – without sacrificing performance. (elemental.green)

NKBA estimates that broken down, most of this cost comes from fixtures and plumbing (about 29 percent), followed by counters and surfaces (21 percent), labour (20 percent), and cabinetry and hardware (16 percent). (remodelista.com)

External Links

houzz.com

2020 U.S. Houzz Bathroom Trends Study

Contemporary tile design with storage niches – Eclectic tile and storage niche – by Katie Monkhouse Interior Designs

bhg.com

How to Paint Bathroom Cabinets For An Easy Vanity Upgrade

How To

How to hire an contractor for a bathroom renovation project

The process of remodeling a bathroom involves many steps. From hiring the right contractor to choosing the materials and hiring them to do the work, through getting estimates, signing contracts, and finally, starting the work. You don’t want any mistakes and you want to get the job done quickly. Here are some tips to help find the right contractor and hire them for your bathroom renovation project.

Start searching online. You have many options for bathroom remodeling. Websites like Houzz and Trustedpros can help you find contractors. Most sites will let you enter your zipcode to view local contractors with positive reviews. Make sure to check their portfolio and google reviews.

Ask family and friends. Most likely, your friends and family know someone who has recently renovated a bathroom. Ask them if they would recommend a contractor if they are willing to share their experiences. You might be eligible to receive a referral fee if they refer you.

Take a look at online forums. On Facebook, you can post photos of your projects and ask for assistance. Other popular places include Reddit and Pinterest.

Do extensive research. Verify the credentials of anyone you hire to do the job. Examine their licenses and insurance. Also, please take note of their past jobs. Are they familiar with bathroom design? Are they familiar with bathrooms of similar size?

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Stamped Concrete – Adding Value to Your Property With Decorative Concrete

Stamped concrete is becoming more popular as a cost-effective way to dress up patio floor areas, driveways and pool decks. It is also very easy to maintain, and comes in a wide variety of colors and textures.

It can resemble the look of other natural building materials such as stone, slate or brick. It can be colored to match the existing color of other concrete surfaces and is longer-lasting than paved stone.

Patterns

Patterned concrete is a type of decorative concrete that mimics other types of materials such as block paving or natural stone. It can be used to enhance the look of patios, driveways, and other outdoor areas. It is also long-lasting and cost-effective. There are many different patterns to choose from, and it is possible to create a unique look for your property.

One popular pattern is the herringbone brick pattern. It consists of a “zig-zag” arrangement of single-sized rectangles and a distinctive V-shape. This pattern looks good in a variety of colors and can add a decorative touch to your garden or driveway. It can be made more interesting by using a darker secondary color to add contrast.

Before starting the imprinting process, it is important to inspect the concrete to ensure that it has reached the optimal phase of plasticity. If the concrete is too stiff, it will be difficult to impress the imprint stamps into the surface, and you may not achieve a clean and even texture.

Repair

Stamped concrete is a popular choice for patios, driveways, and pool decks. It can be shaped and colored to look like flagstone, slate, brick, tile, stone, or even timber. It is also a more cost-effective option than pavers or slabs. However, stamped concrete can deteriorate over time due to a number of factors. These include poor construction, environmental impacts, and unintended or over use. In these cases, it may be necessary to repair the surface of the concrete.

Surface cracks are a common problem for stamped concrete. These can be repaired using a variety of techniques. However, the most important thing is to ensure that the concrete has cured sufficiently. Inspect the concrete to make sure that it has reached its peak plasticity before beginning the imprinting process.

Color variations are another common problem that needs to be addressed. These can be caused by a number of things, such as inadequate dosing and mixing of integral color or inconsistent curing. If the variation is minor, it can be covered with an antiquing agent. However, more drastic variations will require re-coloring.

Maintenance

Many contractors recommend sealing stamped concrete every 2-3 years to protect it from foreign substances like oil, chemicals, and water. This will also help prevent color fading.

It’s a good idea to sweep or hose off the surface regularly, especially if there are any spills or debris that can lead to stains. If you can’t remove stains, try using an alkaline degreaser. This can break down oil and grease and should not damage the concrete or the sealer.

Resurfacing existing concrete with a stamped overlay is an easy way to revitalize the look of your patio, driveway, or pool deck. However, it’s important to hire a professional who understands the different types of cement and how they react to the weather. This is crucial to ensuring the best possible outcome for your project. A professional will also be able to tell you what products will work best for your specific situation. He or she may even offer a maintenance program that will keep your project looking great year after year.

Cost

Concrete is known for its strength, durability and sustainability. However, it can look unattractive without the right finishing touches. Decorative concrete is an affordable option that can add value to your home. It also requires less maintenance than other paving materials. However, it can be expensive to install.

Concrete contractors are often in high demand, and their rates vary from region to region. If you are planning to have stamped concrete, you should consider hiring a contractor who has experience with the type of concrete you want. It is also a good idea to choose a simple design to keep costs down.

It is important to test the concrete for readiness before stamping it. It should feel solid under your finger and leave an imprint that is no more than three-quarters of an inch deep. Also, make sure to spread a layer of release agent over the surface. This will prevent the stamps from sticking to the concrete.

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Ezra fought back a grin at her relentless teasing, even as his analytical mind cataloged every microexpression and tone shift. The way she played with words reminded him of a fencer—precise strikes wrapped in elegant movement. "Trust is a loaded word," he said lightly, though the words carried more meaning than he wanted to admit. His instincts had saved his life more times than he could count, yet here he was, deliberately ignoring them because something about her made him want to lower his guard, just a fraction.Fate seemed determined to mess with him, dropping this woman into his life who made him want to throw his rulebook out the window. The audience quip drew out a real laugh—one that surprised him with its authenticity. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself laugh without analyzing it first. This woman made him want to drop the walls he'd built. She was like a breath of fresh air in his dreary world. The fact that she could pull reactions from him both intrigued and terrified him especially since he'd spent so long making sure every response was calculated down to the millisecond.

"You know, most people wait until at least the second cup of coffee before psychoanalyzing their coffee date," he said, surprising himself with how easily the banter flowed. The word date slipped out before he could catch it, and he wondered if she caught the implications. Everything about this situation screamed bad idea in neon letters, yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Her jabs about trust and heroics should have set off warning bells, but instead, they made him want to see what other surprises she had in store. His usual defenses were failing him. Or perhaps he'd finally tired of treating every conversation like a potential threat. "And here I was thinking my dashing rescues would have earned me at least a small dose of skepticism. You're really throwing off my whole mysterious stranger routine here." Despite his neutral delivery, actual mirth laced his words. Her presence felt like a splash of color in his grayscale world—unpredictable and probably dangerous, but undeniably compelling. "Taking coffee suggestions from strangers—I can't tell if that makes you fearless or foolish. Still debating that one." He gestured toward a weathered brick storefront wedged between two larger buildings, its worn wooden sign and fogged windows making it look almost invisible to passersby. He liked this place precisely because most people walked right past it—a tiny refuge that served the strongest coffee in the city.

It was amusing to see how they were both able to keep up with each other. As cliché as this was, he wasn’t like the other men she’d encounter who were either always too needy or too egotistical to the point where they think they’re being gentlemen-like, but in actuality they were mansplaining to a tee. Instead, she could feel a challenge. He had to be holding back right? At that point, two can play that game. “A point.” she repeated with a hint of curiosity. “Interesting…Creative indeed and never thought of it that way. Although, I do believe everything happens for a reason.” Her dark hues held amusement and intrigue while she met his gaze, trying to read into him as they made their trek together. She wondered what was the reason behind their encounters as this was no coincidence. Normally one would feel paranoia, but she chose to adapt and have fun with it. Good thing she had no meetings lined up for today and hopefully Zelie could hold off on her updates.

“Awww, that’s so sweet.” she cooed out. “You know how to capture a girl’s interest, at this point I need to make it to the third date to see what it’s all about.” Once her ‘hero’ introduced himself as Ezra, Cynthia couldn’t help, but laugh at his antics and teasingly said, “You know if you wanted my number you could have just said so, Ezra. Nevertheless, it's nice to put a face to the name of who's been saving me from public embarrassment and face planting.” Now she was pushing it with the playful banter and connecting on a personal basis, but would it really go that far? She knew better than that, but that all went out the window. She was focusing on the present and remaining attentive while having fun in her own right. Besides, it’s not like this was interfering with her work…for now. She had seen Ezra around the casinos, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint who he worked for, nor what he did.

Glancing up ahead, she could see the pathway that she needed to take to the recommended coffee shop and immediately smirked after hearing the mention of witnesses and security cameras. “So you’re into having an audience, hm?” She kept up the playful banter, but found his initial response interesting. Did he deal with security? Was he a cop? There were endless questions that ran her mind, but she knew she needed to let time run its course. "If it's any consolation, I already trust you, you know? You've been reassuring me that we will be getting coffee and maybe even a third date this whole time. Should I doubt you at this point, hero?"

[radioactive-metal]

Ok I’m gonna retcon some of my own fan theory here but I feel like the reason everything doesn’t crap out immediately is because 3D electrons, even when brought into higher dimensions, remain limited in 3 dimensions, unless acted upon by a higher dimensional particle. Basically, instead of random electrons moonwalking out of there, sometimes a random 4D gamma ray no clips through the wall and shoves a ton of electrons away from it.

the whole Greyscale thing could probably be explained as such: In 3D space, light reflecting off a 2D object still has 3 dimensions of movement and wavelength, in 4D space with a 3D object, I think reflections and crap that give things color just get so comically screwed over by the extra dimension(s) that our eyes can’t process it. Like feeding Unicode characters to a computer that can’t understand it. It knows there’s a symbol there, but it can’t understand it. Same with our eyes, it can tell there’s some sort of color there, but it’s unintelligible to it.

the whole “twenty fives and under thing” might just be like a general rule. Like if your brain is still growing and hasn’t settled into being a full functional adult brain, it’s more capable of functioning even when random things are thrown around. Like a young sapling vs a solid oak, if you shove and shove on the sapling, it will bend (to a point) if you shove on like a grown oak tree, it will bend a little that then snap. I think anyways. It could also just be an excuse to make a really good YA novel with relatable characters (or is that too meta?)

I reckon they aren’t, not really. I’m sure that incidents of electrical faults in Folding Craft are Wayyyyyyy more common. And like you sometimes lose electrons because of them being dragged away by particles clipping through walls presumably. It’s basically like every wire now has a completely random amount of resistance applied to it. The computer nerd in me is sobbing at this idea.

on the note of Noclipping particles.. rad doses must be way higher. Like because presumably there is still background radiation in the fold, or even radiation put off by the reactors of the ships, and because some of that is either higher dimentional to begin with or is dragged into a higher dimension, 3D rad shields won’t really do shit. Also natively higher dimensional radiation must be GIGA strong, because if the particles are the same size in more dimensions, then there is a shit ton more mass, and so each particle will bust through wayyyyy more. If you though 3D Alpha particles were scary just wait under you see Nth Dimension ones. Like Jesus good luck having kids with that kind of rad exposure. You get hit with a single Alpha particle in the fold and suddenly you have DNA faults in a perfect line straight through your head.

like AL fols safety video:

yeah we had some guy drop dead after he got hit with a random 4D brick some dumbass higher dimensional being chucked at a ship. Damned thing bypassed every wall on the ship and clocked him straight in the skull.

the Fold

ok last post for the day. Tonight’s topic: the Fold.

So we don’t know very much about it beyond:

Color doesn’t work in there

it causes psychosis and hallucinations

it lets you travel much faster than light speed.

so this is cool right? However, that’s all we know. Therefore, my theory is such:

The fold is a higher dimensional space.

due to this, light acts differently, I.E it can go faster, and given our eyes were designed for light to go at a reasonable Mach Jesus, it makes sense that in higher dimensions, given that light presumably goes Mach Jesus 2 electric boogaloo, our eyes don’t work as well.

therefore, the parts of our eyes that see color (called Cones) don’t work with higher dimensional light, because it have wavelengths in 4 dimensions, and so color doesn’t work as we would expect it to. Things still have color, but we can’t Perceive it.

given that the speed of light is different, and things can move in extra dimensions, this also means that electricity would probably do some really ****ed up things. Like giga wonk stuff, because electrons aren’t capped by stuff like “the speed of light” and “three dimensions”

therefore, maybe fold psychosis is induced by 3D neurochemistry having a violent and extreme reaction to electrons not working how they are supposed to.

this screws Everything (capital E everything) up. Synapses fire wrong, and places that require high volume transmission over (relatively) long distances (auditory, visual, and sensory cortexes) get really stuffed up.

this would cause the hallucinations and presumably, eventually psychosis, because ya know, the bits of your brain that connect to your body don’t work very well.

under 25’s aren’t as afflicted because their brains aren’t quite finished developing, and so can somewhat adapt to weird things happening. However it requires exposure, and so aurora trainees (and most school children) are exposed to some level of folding, to give them sea legs, for want of a better word.

but even under 25’s need breaks. My theory is because the brain expends a whole lot more energy just sending signals, because electrons fly off into extra dimensional space or shoot through the third dimension and screw with things, people in the fold basically experience the power draw of being awake at 150% speed, so for every minute of being alive, the body has to spend what would normally be 1.5 minutes of energy. This is why scar is compulsively snacking on the cookies on the Zero. Her body is basically burning 50% more calories than it should be, due to near constant exposure to the fold.

also it’s full of grandparent alien’s old dusty ass glassware. For some reason.

Also a ton of my reasoning here draws from the Three Body Problem series and that one really old story about the dimensions, shape world or shape land or something.