#I hate adobe with all of my heart

[bearjam]

I’m finally done. This is as good as it will get since I lost a work day. I enjoy the card. (Front. Inside. Back)

[motheatenclover]

Why arent we in the timeline where firealpaca is the industry standard instead of adobe and its stupid shit

[newvision]

If anyone knows any design agencies throughout the UK who are looking for interns (for half a year or one year), pleasee let me know!! I’m a graphic and communications design student (focusing on typography but willing to work in any field, in my fourth semester) and are looking to come to England for a year. I have top grades with an average of A/1.1. My professors are very renowned & well known in their field and would definitely write me a letter of recommendation! Thank you so much in advance <3

[wyervan]

hiiii just wanna start off by saying I love your art style and general vibes ✨️ I'm a stay-at-home partner always in search of fun things to do, and I've recently gotten back into art after not engaging with it since I was a kid (largely because your sun n moon fixation rubbed off on me 😭). I've never tried digital art and it looks cool! Do you have any advice for a beginner like me?

Oh it makes me so happy when people say I inspired them to start creating again 😭 The DCA and the fandom brought me out of my own years-long artistic funk last spring. Clown power, yeehonk 🤠 🤡

I’m planning a significantly longer post in response to an ask I got ages ago all how I learned to draw the way I do, so lookout for that.

But in the meantime, here’s a couple things I can think of off the top of my head:

Specific tools don’t matter much. I currently use Procreate and would recommend it if you have an IPad. It’s an extremely simple but effective program.

On desktop, I use Clip Studio Pro, but Krita is another program I’ve used and liked AND it’s completely free.

I do also have loads of experience with Photoshop and other Adobe products but can’t recommend them at the price, not to mention they’re not super beginner friendly.

Hardware-wise, I almost exclusively use my IPad to draw because it’s so portable. I also have a Huion Kamvas pen tablet monitor that hooks up to my desktop. But I started doing digital art with a dinky lil Wacom tablet that was less than $100. There’s definitely a bit of a disconnect at first, not looking at where you’re drawing but rather on a screen, but you get used to it.

Bottom line is to use whatever tools are convenient and comfortable for you! I even know of a great artist that exclusively draws with their mouse. I realized I hated sitting at a desk and that stopped me from practicing digitally. I got an IPad and now it’s much easier for me to work comfortably on what I love.

Point two I’d like to make is take advantage of the capabilities of working digitally. This means using the godsent undo button to your heart’s content. Download fun brushes to play with and add texture. Use perspective grids. Turn on line stabilization so your strokes are extra smooth. Like what you’ve sketched so far but want to try something different? Duplicate the layer and work from there so you can go back to the old version if you change your mind. Radically change the colors or values with adjustment layers. Use clipping masks. Abuse the liquify tool.

A lot of this might sound like gobbledygook to a digital art beginner but just googling any of this terminology will get you loads of tutorials and information for your specific setup. Also I’m happy to go into details about specific digital art techniques I’ve picked up with over a decade and a half of experience.

Finally, and most importantly—make what you want to see in the world AND what feels good to make. This ofc is not exclusive to digital art, but I always want to stress this to new artists. I realized after I got into the DCA fandom that I had been letting shame, fear, and perfectionism keep me from creating the content I was really interested in making. But then man, idk. Frickin’ robot clowns amirite ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s like there was a secret agent sent into my brain and he uploaded a DCA virus into my mainframe or smth idk hacker style. tktktktkt. they’re in.

Anyway. Hope this helps! Feel free to send another message if u have more questions :3

[catsnuggler]

I love the desert now. I still yearn more for the green woods and green grass, and I think I always will. Even so, I finally love the desert. What I hate is living in the desert in a society where we refuse to actually adapt to the desert in an ecologically-sensible, minimally-wasteful, sustainable, and equitable way. Instead of housing everyone in adobe/cob houses, those who can afford it are housed in plywood houses or apartments, with expensive, energy-intensive heating and air units, and those who can't afford this live on the streets, at the mercy (or lack thereof) of the elements. Instead of guaranteeing a cold, clean river for all the salmon people - those who eat the salmon, as well as those who are the salmon - we dam the rivers, put nuclear power plants on the rivers, allow agricultural runoff into the rivers...

I am angry at this. I am existentially angry at this. I am angry, because I know, deep down in my heart, that things can be better, that there is hope, that we could have justice and peace and plenty and equality here - but we don't, because powerful people depend on the little people fighting each other and suffering so that the powerful can keep reaping in profits.

This may not rightfully be my home, but I live here, and I want things to be set right for whoever does get to live here. As long as I'm here, I want to help fight for that.

[rookie-critic]

Fear (2023, dir. Deon Taylor) - review by Rookie-Critic

Sometimes you see a trailer for something, and you know that, most likely, it's not gonna be good. I hate to say it, and I try not to judge any particular book by its cover, but we all do it, we can't help it. It's almost impossible not to put a perception on something. I know I shouldn't, because it's happened so many times just in the past couple years where I was anticipating something being bad or just ok, and it ended up blowing my socks off. It's almost gotten to a point where I'm more inclined to go see something if I have a negative knee-jerk reaction to it. Still, sometimes that inclination is right, and it most definitely was in the case of Fear.

This film, that clearly only got a theatrical release because its only release competition was Brandon Cronenberg's Infinity Pool, a very niche psychological thriller, and the star-studded, but massively undermarketed rom-com Maybe I Do. I could talk about how the film is edited in way that seems like they ran out of production time/budget and didn't have enough footage to make a cohesive plot, I could talk about the rushed digital effects that look like they were made in just shy of two weeks by college freshman in Adobe After Effects, I could talk about the ADR that was clearly added in with complete disregard for whether or not a character that is supposed to be speaking on screen's mouth is even moving, or the absurd amount of re-used dialogue. I could talk about a million different little technical things I noticed while watching this movie, but really I think the most crushing thing for Fear is that it is a horror movie, one that desperately wants to be taken seriously, that just flat out isn't scary. The premise, that your deepest fears manifest themselves in reality at the lodge where the film take place, and that's what eventually kills you, while interesting from a baseline perspective, seems to be of mostly tangential interest to the filmmakers. [MILD SPOILERS AHEAD] They have a sliver of a unique idea in giving some of the ensemble more abstract fears (stuff like "my friends not being able to trust me" or "not being in control"), but its almost like they just get bored after taking those concepts three-quarters of the way to their conclusions and just kill those characters off through some half-hearted, supernatural other thing than actually having their fears kill them. Even the character whose fear is literally just blood has a completely unrelated death. He doesn't drown in blood (his significant other in the film's biggest fear was drowning, they could have easily knocked out two birds with one stone there), he doesn't even bleed out (even though he does get stabbed and one of the hallucinations he has is his stab wound bleeding profusely), none of that vastly more on-theme stuff happens. His neck gets snapped. That's it.

It's just unbelievably underwhelming on almost every front. It's a horror movie with no horror, a slasher film with unoriginal, uninteresting death scenes, it packs no punch, offers no lasting impact, and the acting isn't even bad enough to be funny. In fact, a couple of the performances borderline on good (Andrew Bachelor, a.k.a. King Bach, whose production company helped make this film, actually delivers a decent performance, and TI has at least one decently funny moment). I think the only thing I've seen recently that was worse was Jeepers Creepers: Reborn, but I can barely even call that a film, so that was a pretty low bar to pass. Please, if you were thinking about seeing this, don't. Save your money and your time, it's not worth it.

Score: 2/10

Only in theaters.

[alllinesarebeautiful]

Day 401 art meditation, June 9, 2024

I’m dumping LOVE into the world! That’s what this is, and the world needs more love.

Also with this Day 401 video, I am trying to Speak the way I Write. This is a huge detail about overcoming trauma, even if it’s a little trauma, I trust myself MORE when I write and can edit what I say. This could give us more empathy for people who have survived huge traumas, and how hard it is to function from the heart. Every little piece of trauma makes it that much easier for our egos to kick in, and our heart-spaces to come forth. Add in all the generational trauma.

I know that I’m still not speaking the way I write, but I’m giving myself GRACE. 

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Good morning! I’m forcing myself to speak and be public, things that I hate doing, and I’m believing in this personal growth journey.

I loaded more bags onto my store, so please check them out! annehunsicker.com

I started my July 1st Art drop, and there is much less resistance this time -  I’m very happy about that, although there is still resistance. 

I also started seriously learning Adobe After Effects, and I’m LOVING it. I’m just loving Adobe, (like I always have since my mid 20’s). 

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Which makes me think … Do what you love! I love Adobe, I’ve always loved Adobe programs, they are both smart and intuitive combined, why not learn a new program and see if I can get my art to do what I want in my next Art video. It may not work!

I also love that the little tools / icons in Adobe are absolutely tiny, and it reminds me of knitting, which is something I have done a lot in my life, and I love that connection - making something one stitch at a time and growing it …

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The third thing I wanted to say (is this the 3rd?) - Just do everything that you love! I think it’s so important not to put ourselves in boxes. I don’t want to just do one thing - sell bags -, I want to follow all the little leads from my heart, everything that I love to do, follow it all routinely, every day a little bit. Build that final sweater in all the things you love.

xxooxxooAnne ◉◎⦿◎◉

[deadboyfriendd]

For the ask game: edelweiss, papyrus, cactus and sage

Edelweiss: how'd you think of your url/ username? what's it associated with to you?

All of the men I love are dead lol. NO but I was originally a strictly Eddie writer. I wanted something reminiscent of my edgy tumblr days for my return to the app and sequincowgrrrl wasn’t doing it for me anymore. Eddie was my original dead boyfriend but I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared if Steve is my next is S5.

Papyrus: if you put your 'on repeat' playlist on shuffle, what's the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

After the Glitter Fades by Stevie Nicks.

I mean, what is there to NOT like about Stevie Nicks? The chorus in this song hits like a ton of bricks. This is my, “drive home dissociating and white knuckling the steering wheel” song. This is my, “can’t tell the difference between tears and water drops in the shower” song. This is a screaming song.

Cactus: something you’re currently learning (about)?

Adobe software! I’m a graphic design major and I’m currently learning how to work After Effects. Plot twist: it SUCKS and I HATE IT.

As far as personal enrichment I’m learning about the events that transpired on the Texas-Mexico border in the 1850s. My current read is Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy and I can’t recommend it enough. His prose is lethal.

Sage: what 'medium' of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

As an artist and a writer myself, I would like to be partial to my own mediums, but I’ve been touched by lots of pieces. Personally anything that has a whole heart and soul out in the open for everyone to see deserves praise because that shit is hard. Music gets me the most frequently because it’s the most easily accessible art for me to consume, but writing and poetry are the ones that cut me the deepest.

Thanks for the asks, nonnie! Until next time 🤍

[ic3qu33n]

“What is your parents story?” Part.1 “my dad”

Well these are going to be hard to type out. Me being on the healing journey that I am in, I know why my parents were/are the way they are. I can see their inner self screaming for help and no one ever came. It makes me sad actually. I think my childhood could have gone very differently if they had the information that I have learned about abuse in all forms. How it affects us all mentally, emotionally and physically. I think if they had received any of this information life would have been very different for both of them.

First we’ll start with my dad. He passed away in 2014 from complications of Hep C and liver disease. He was 56. He was born in Agua Prieta, Sonora Mexico. A small town on the other side of the border near Douglas Arizona. As the story goes from many different family members, my dad’s biological father had two families. One on each side of that border. When my “grandfather” decided he no longer wanted my grandmother and went back to his “real family”, my grandmother tried to drown my father in the river. It was my grandmothers sister, his tia Esperanza, who saved him. Her name actually means “hope” in english… there something beautiful about that. Anyway, he was only 3 days old. His aunt had just had a baby who was about a month older than him, so she breast fed both babies. My dad told me once when he was drunk that he never understood how his mother could hate him so much. He grew up in a house across the way from where she lived. She continued to have children with a new man she married. He told me how his aunt never lied to him. He always knew what his mother tried to do with him. But as he put it, his little heart still tried to win his mother’s affection. He told me how he would sell candy and gum at the border when he was 6 and bring the money to his mother, not his aunt. She would take the money and send him on his way. He said he even took an old banana crate and reconstructed it to be a shoe shining box that he could carry to the border and shine shoes for American pennies. And every time, he would give her the money. Still she rejected him. He told me, that when he looks at us, he can’t comprehend how she could treat him that way when he couldn’t imagine doing that to us. (Though he was unavailable to us, but thats a story for another day). Then one day his tia Esperanza was going to Arizona to visit friends and decided my father should meet his father. My dad told me that he stood in the drive way of a beautiful white adobe house. There was red brick outlining the windows and door frame. He said compared to what he grew up in, this house looked well cared for. He said he waited in the driveway until his tia returned with his father. He told me this well dressed man with black shiny shoes towered over him. He told me he kept his head down and couldn’t stop staring at his shoes. Then the man got down on one knee and called him “Danny”. My dad had only ever been called “Daniel” by everyone he knew. He liked the way “Danny” sounded. (This is how my dad chose to introduce himself til the day he died) This man that my dad knew as a stranger told my dad that he and his older sister that he shared with my grandmother were both his children. Something my dad never knew. He thought all of his siblings had different fathers. He told my dad he wishes he could keep him and his sister with him but he couldn’t because his wife refused to accept them. He told my dad that he was sorry but maybe when he was older he could come visit. He just could never stay. My dad said he didn’t know why the words from a stranger hurt so bad. He said “I didn’t know this motherfucker until that day, why do I care?” But I knew. My father didn’t have to explain that this little boy was feeling rejected yet again.

We will fast forward to when my dad turns 16. This is when he leaves Mexico for good. He hops on a train and gets off in Tucson, Arizona. There he goes to another aunts house. His mothers younger sister Blanca. This is when my dad meets the first real father figure, his aunts husband, his tio Jose. Everything my dad knows about working with your hands and “being a man”, comes from this man. Around this time my dad learns that his biological father sent him legal documents and paperwork claiming him as his child. My dad had a permanent residence card allowing him to live in the U.S. he even had a social security card, and baptismal records from a church in Tucson. Turns out his tia Esperanza had been crossing the border with my dad and his sister many times just so his father could see his son grow, and claim both his children. My dad said that was the first time he felt someone did something for him that he didn’t have to beg for.

The next few years my dad does odd jobs, even lives in Portland, Oregon when he was 18 with one of his cousins. He eventually comes home to Arizona where he meets my mom at the age of 19.

One day he is at a bar with his cousin who ends up getting in a fight. Now my dad likes to tell it like, unbeknownst to my dad, a boxing trainer is “watching how quick” my dad moved and how my dads “eyes darted from one person to the next as he swung his punches”. This man supposedly approached my dad as they were getting in a vehicle to leave. This man gives my dad a paper bag with an address to the gym he trains at. He tells my dad if he wants to “get out of bars and into a ring to come and see him”. So my dad becomes a boxer for a short period. Then soon after, my mom and dad get married and when she tells him she is pregnant with my older brother he quits fighting. He the goes to find a “real job” to be a “good” father and husband to his new family.

I wish I could say it was all happy ever after from this point on… but its not. Again, a story for me to tell another day. Anyway I will stop this here. Next post will be about my mom. In the mean time, here is a face to the man I call dad. Meet Danny

[ncutii-gatwa]

i hate adobe and i hate photoshop and i hate capitalism and i hate corporate greed 😭 i am grateful for all freeware out there but unfortunately, it's usually got much worse UX and cannot really do it all. would not give up my linux and gimp for anything but damn, you really gotta have a lotta money for all the other fancy stuff rip 💀

yeah you really do and it sucks SO much. i love creating and i love editing but seeing all the stuff you need to do it and how much it all costs together really gets me down honestly. people who can get stuff for free and just create to their hearts content are so lucky they have no idea

[wezarwd]

I hate Adobe with all my heart and I believe we should all go to the streets about it

[deacf-coffee-is-a-sin]

Not me pumping out a 2 week project in 2 days and killing my wrist in the process (click for better image)

[chrisbangs]

can i ask what do you use for editing and gifing? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i use photoshop and sometimes illustrator for gfx and editing !! and for gifs i use ps and vapoursynth !!! 🥺🖤🏹🌙🐺

[feely-touchy]

It is so good to be fat

It is good to be mapped by wrinkles

It is right that our eye bags carry yesterday's excitements

Why not?

Because Bacchus is myth?

Because of the tax on the thighs for the second on the lips?

My lips have kissed such thighs despite my tired eyes

I've traced crooks of smiles both taut and wry

And I have been kissed back

While fat

And it was so good

I could call the moment acceptance

Total absolution

In which humanity once more rejoined heaven

Rejoicing in voices we saved only for each other

Having been gifted bodies so resilient

That they change shape

Slowly into things we'd dare not hate

I think that I have learned to say it is good to be fat

For I have cooked for my love a thousand dishes

Tasting each a thousand times

Thinking, "If only they'd love a single bite"

And they love it as they love the process

As painters learn to like the mess

So I give of them my efforts in hours and days

Chipping away

Until my hands crack and start to break

Chiseling into my body their very own secret place

Knowing love has made my heart a cave

Where I would carve my soul adobe

Giving my everything

Since they're all I need anyway

But when the time comes to share,

I think, "It's so good to be fat"

[isotridecanol]

I hate the whole adobe creative suite with all of my heart but After Effects takes the cake as the absolute worst productive program in human history. AE has never functioned as intended on any computer.

[monsoonblooms12]

Kjæreste (King Liam x f!MC)

Summary: They have a day all to themselves full of love and cute moments of togetherness🧡

Kjæreste: (Norwegian) Dearest, Beloved One; Term of endearment for one's romantic partner😍

A/N: This is the giveaway prize for my lovely @parkdoesthings who won a place in my followers and birthday celebration giveaway. Wren, I hope you like it and the way I used the prompts you gave me. Writing them for the first time made me nervous as well as happy. Really hoping that you like this🧡

Prompts used: @parkdoesthings gave me the prompts "I missed you, so much" kisses + dessert. In addition to these, I have used Prompt 3, 14 and 16 from this prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting. Feel free to send in more requests, I am always accepting!🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: King Liam Rys X f!MC (Odette Dawson)

Word Count: around 2K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Triggers: A few curse words (Just 1 or 2)

OTHER WORKS

The golden hues filtered through the strains of the satin drapes, filling the place like the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. The birds taunted each other playfully, all lost in their plays. A few of them beckoned her to join them.

She certainly would have, if she had those mystic spells, radiating sparkles on clicking her fingers, turning into an appealing blue jay, adorning herself in the summery blues and whites, just like the sky right now.

She had been lying awake for quite some time now, sleep being a long-lost pal. The silk of her covers ran like water under her fingers, and if it were someone who had not been accustomed to it, the sensation would have been enough to cradle them into a deep siesta.

Finally, she pushed herself to get up. The gentle sloshing of water around her as she gently placed down herself into the dreamy tints of the bathroom soothed her senses. Closing her eyes, she felt as if she was in a pond amidst a forest, all alone enjoying the tranquillity, as the woody scents dazzled her senses and the solitary rose petals caressed her skin.

It was unwinding and comforting, not to live by a schedule, blabbering all day around with stupid dignitaries or argue about some variety of apples.

Ugh, Apples! 

The only downside of marrying the king of Cordonia that she could think of. She could go on about her list of grievances she had with apples, but right now, if she thought about them for a second more, she would throw up.

And when in Loire Valley, never think of those gross little piece of mischief, she made it her motto.

Especially when they make you vomit.

The soft pink fabric fluttered in the merry breeze, the net covering her hands, making her look as elegant as the chandelier that now adorned her majestic room, every thread glowing like diamonds on a bracelet.

She gives a twirl, she wants to feel the fluffiness of the holiday, but yet she couldn't.

Not when there is someone she has been waiting for, eagerly, unabatingly.

Now and then, she would pick her cream-coloured cellular, glide to the balcony, leaning down to make out the appearance of a car, her chestnut brown locks dancing joyfully.

A shrill cajoled her out of her reverie, and her heart leapt to a beat of joy.

The soft music playing in the room seemed even more melodious to her as her feet lead her to the doorway with a swift dance-like motion.

She opened the door, the dazzling smile brightening up her face like a 100-watt bulb.

Only to find the waiter standing there with her breakfast.

Her face fell as if it was not a royal buffet, but trays full of apples in front of her.

And when the waiter blushed thinking that he was the reason for her joy, her anger built up like the pressure in a pressure cooker.

She knew a stream of rudeness would escape if she opened her mouth, hence she sealed her lips, put on the exercised smile and stepped aside for him to enter.

Breakfast was other-worldly. She had quite forgotten the sheer deliciousness a classic French breakfast carried in itself.

Her mouth was an adobe of butter, chocolate and coffee, and all her objections vanished with a bite of that melt-in-mouth croissant.

The weather showed a solemn change as the white were replaces by greys and the golden slowly muted down.

She didn't really love rains, any season for that matter, but she could deal with everything. She decided to go down for a stroll, deciding that she had little to do in this room all by herself.

The softness of the Earth under her shoes, the multitude of colours in front of her soft brown eyes, the splendid fragrances filling her nostrils, the melody of nature playing in a loop in her ears and the sweetness of the solitude making her heart flutter.

All her senses were enamoured as she twirled around the gigantic flower garden.

A golden yellow butterfly greeted her by landing on one of her fingers, wanting to hold her finger and take her on a tour around her adobe.

Both of them silently exchanged a few words, and Odette happily agreed to get enamoured by the fluttery beauties and silky petals.

But she hadn't taken a step when two palms softly covered her eyes. She was startled but knew better than to scream. Her heart told her that it was someone she knew and not someone who would try to harm her.

As if someone would even be able to get past the heavy security

Her ringed hand gently reached for the hands which were still placed on her eyes. She felt them, a metallic feel of a ring, gave her a serotonin boost. Her heart danced and the smile that was waiting for its chance finally spread on her face, making her look like a goddess.

With a gentleness equal to the one when they were placed, Odette removed the hands, didn't even bother to open her eyes and kissed the person behind her with so much love that one would have melted into golden honey by its power.

But he didn't.

Their love wasn't cancelling out each other, it was multiplying to become so powerful that it would engulf them forever.

Placing the foreheads together, Odette finally opens her orbs, which shone like brilliant diamonds, to look up at the person whose arrival she awaited. The blush that spreads on both of their faces is automatic.

He twirls the stray lock that adorned her beauty around his finger, his hand, the ringed one, tightly wrapped around her silk regalia.

"I missed you so much! You know how impatient I am, and yet, you made me wait." Odette whines lovingly, the smile never leaving even through her complaint.

"I am sorry, Ette! There was an emergency apple-themed event-"

Odette's eyes narrowed, and an unamused pout took the place of the preceding grin.

"Can we please skip the apple talks, please? I did not come here to escape about those vomit-inducing pieces of shit."

All the while, Liam chuckled, always amused by the thought that out of everyone, he fell in love with that gorgeous lady who hated apples.

"Soo... Now that you are finally here, what are we supposed to do? Just stand here staring at each other?"

"I mean, that wouldn't be bad either."

"C'mon, Li! I didn't travel all the way to here to stand and stare at you. I already do that, every time, at Cordonia." Even though she had spoken it matter-of-factly, it made him blush and grin.

Even more because he had been doing the same, every moment she had been with him, right from the day he met her.

But he had always been a hopeless romantic, she had not.

Whenever Odette told him that he was the one who had made her realize that love and soulmates actually exist, his heart would start running a marathon in his chest. He still couldn't comprehend how someone like him had ended up getting someone like her as his queen.

Every poem, every romantic song, pales in front of the hues of their love, and since words were not enough to express it, he made sure to show it to her, every day, every time, every moment of his life.

"We will do whatever you want to do! This vacation is all about you, after all." He said as she linked her arms into his, but not before she made a wordless promise to the butterfly that she would come back and go on the tour.

As Liam led them towards the car, Odette pulled him back.

"Not the car, Mr Rys. Loire valley has enigmatic forests, and if we are not doing a forest trail, we will seriously miss out on the greatest beauty, the beauty of nature."

And he was in awe, again.

This is the side of Odette that makes her the queen he wanted by his side. How much respect and appreciation she has for everything, especially nature. He happily gave in to her demand.

The soft crunch of some dried leaves and the earthy scents enveloped the area. It wasn't secluded, now and then, the excited chirps and melodious tweets of the feathered beings spread through the air.

Odette's eyes joyfully travelled all around her, the multitude of chrome spreading a happy surprise through her heart.

"My Queen"

She looked up at him, their browns dissolving into each other.

"You know what these hues remind me of?"

"What?" She asked in a silent whisper.

"You."

"Your colours. The multi-chrome of your attributes, and the elegance they add to your persona. They make you charismatic"

"Liam, Yours is the only colour I want to get painted in."

Their lips meet like muscle memory, without any initiation. It was a reflex registered in the record book of their cerebrum.

Their thoughts entangled, arm around each other, the trail ended before they realized. They were now standing in front of the eight o'clock café.

"It isn't eight o'clock yet, but there is something special I've got arranged in here for you." Odette winked, pulling him in.

A few silent whispers later, Odette took Liam to the secluded first floor of the café, only for him to get the surprise.

The arrangement was a large table with his favourite board games, Carcassonne and Scrabble, neatly arranged on it. If he had been a kid, he would have screamed up and down, and circle danced with her.

No one had ever done something like this for him, and he doubted someone ever would.

Well, except her.

The next hours were filled with mindless laughs, funny fights, fake waves of anger and joyful screams.

The voids between those were filled with delicious coffee and melt-in-mouth gelato that had been specially arranged, again by Ette.

She had ordered flavours he had not heard of, and with the constant consumption, he had become a fan of the chocolate fondente flavoured one.

Utterly tired of the endless rounds of gameplay, they finally took their leave while thanking the people their generously for bearing their shenanigans.

Who would have guessed that board games would be so much fun even after years of not playing?

Not them, definitely.

"Just one more spot, and then we will go back, I promise." Odette winked, again.

He doubted if he would ever be able to refuse to her enigma even if he wanted to. One look and he would do anything to make her smile the way he likes.

The surprise that emerged in front of him posed such a stark contrast to the one before that for a moment he felt like he had got a tour of the polar opposites.

His eyes travelled up to the dazzling Ferris Wheel, standing majestically up before them.

"Just executing my idea of experiencing opposites in a day, that's it."

He wanted to kiss her as his life depended on it. But before he could get hold of her, she was already rushing towards the ticket counter, and he followed.

It was the last ticket, and gladly, they had managed to get it. They rushed to enter their cabin, hand in hand, adsorbing the cheerful air around.

The view that met their eyes was heavenly, like a piece of God's adobe fixed neatly amidst the man's land. Their eyes shifted once outside, and the next minute they found themselves staring at each other, eyes sparkling like stars of the endless sky.

She was his flower moon, the happiness and love she brings to his life matching with the fertility and flowers May brings with itself, which is what the Flower Moon symbolizes.

She shines differently from everyone, a unique sight for anyone who lays their eyes upon her, dazzling brilliantly.

The brilliance that pales every obstacle, every pain with the power of her love, she was destined to stay with him forever.

The wordless promise he made holding her hand, that he would fight with the worst if it was to keep her in his heart's labyrinth.

She was the one who made his heart beat, after all.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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