#Innovative LED Screens

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From Ordinary to Extraordinary : LED Screen Innovations Elevating Indian Events

The Indian LED screen industry is transforming the landscape of events. From basic backdrops to immersive experiences, LED screens have become essential. Let’s explore the ground-breaking inventions that are influencing Indian events going forward.

Introduction

The evolution of LED screens in India is nothing short of spectacular. From their initial use as simple backdrops, these screens have now become the cornerstone of captivating and immersive experiences at events. With innovations that range from transparent displays to interactive screens and dynamic cubes, the future of Indian events looks brighter and more vibrant than ever. Let’s delve into these exciting developments.

Future of Transparent LED Displays – Discover AIR Series LED

The AIR Series LED Displays are revolutionizing the event scene with their transparency and versatility.

Unmatched Transparency: The natural light, air, and music can flow through these displays as they mix in flawlessly with the surroundings.

Energy Efficiency: Perfect for outdoor venues with limited power supply, these displays consume less energy, making them both eco-friendly and cost-effective.

Lightweight & Compact Design: Easy to transport and install, these screens are a dream for event organizers who need to set up quickly and efficiently.

Safety: Ideal for outdoor and hanging installations, the lightweight nature of these screens ensures they do not obstruct airflow during high wind pressures, making them the safest choice for outdoor shows.

Limitless Creativity: Hybrid CL Series LED Wall

The Hybrid CL Series LED Wall takes creativity to new heights.

Dynamic Formations: These walls allow event organizers to craft stunning visuals with dynamic formations. Whether you need S-shapes, concave or convex displays, this series has you covered with an 80-degree turning angle.

Smooth, Seamless Curves: The self-supporting frame ensures easy setup, providing a smooth, seamless curve that enhances the visual appeal of any event.

With such flexibility, event planners can let their imaginations run wild, creating unique and captivating experiences for their audiences.

Interactive Engagement: 86″ & 98″ Interactive LED Displays

Engagement is key at any event, and these interactive LED displays ensure your audience stays hooked.

Sleek Aesthetics and User-Centric Design: These high-resolution screens deliver crystal-clear visuals, while the responsive multi-touch technology allows for seamless interaction.

Revolutionary Audience Engagement: Whether used for presentations, interactive games, or live polls, these displays bring a new level of engagement to events, making them more interactive and memorable.

Imagine an audience actively participating in a conference or a concert, directly interacting with the content on large, vibrant screens. It’s a game-changer for audience engagement.

LED Cylindrical Pillars: Elevate Your Events and Exhibitions

Introduce a new dimension to your events with LED Cylindrical Pillars.

360-Degree Visuals: These innovative displays offer stunning 360-degree visuals, creating a captivating and immersive experience. These pillars enhance the visual impact of any event, whether used alone or as part of a larger setup.

Sleek, Modern Design: With a minimum diameter of 3 feet, these are the smallest cylindrical rental products available in the market, ensuring they fit perfectly into any venue while adding a touch of modern sophistication.

These pillars are perfect for exhibitions, product launches, or any event where you want to leave a lasting impression on your audience.

LED Cube: Dynamic and Engaging Display Solutions

Elevate your events with bespoke LED cube displays.

Versatile Sizes: These six-sided cubes come in sizes ranging from 500mm to 2000mm per side, providing flexibility to fit any event space.

Flexible Configurations: With options for 3, 4, 5, or 6-sided displays, these cubes can be customized to meet specific event needs.

Pixel Pitch Customization: Crafted for optimal resolution (2.9mm or 3.9mm), these cubes ensure sharp, clear visuals from any angle.

Specialized Structures: Designed for stability and optimal viewing angles, these cubes make a dynamic and engaging addition to any event setup.

Imagine walking into an event where content is displayed on dynamic cubes, capturing attention from all directions. It’s a fresh and engaging way to present information and entertain audiences.

Introducing Kinetic LED

The latest innovation in LED technology is here with Kinetic LED.

Moving LED Panels: These panels can be controlled for both outward and inward motion, giving you full control over how your content is displayed.

Mesmerizing Kinetic Motion: Create eye-catching LED setups that turn heads and leave a lasting impression. This cutting-edge technology is unlike anything seen before, making it a must-have for your next event.

Picture an event where the LED screens themselves move, creating a dynamic and ever-changing backdrop that keeps the audience engaged and intrigued.

Anamorphic LED Displays

Anamorphic LED displays take event visuals to a whole new level.

Sharp Edge to Soft Curve Options: These screens offer a range of options from sharp edges to soft curves, providing versatility for any event.

In-Depth Anamorphic Content: By utilizing in-depth anamorphic content, events can achieve a truly spectacular and immersive experience. These displays are suitable for both indoor and outdoor use, with options ranging from small pitch to high brightness.

These displays are one of the most effective and in-demand marketing tools, offering a larger-than-life visual experience that captivates and engages audiences.

Anamorphic LED Displays

Conclusion

The innovations in LED screens are revolutionizing the Indian event industry, constantly pushing the boundaries of what is possible. From transparent displays and dynamic walls to interactive screens and kinetic panels, the future of events in India looks brighter and more vibrant than ever. These advancements are not just enhancing visual appeal but also transforming how audiences engage with events. It’s an exciting time to be part of the event industry, and the possibilities are truly endless.

What are your thoughts on the future of LED screens in events? Share your ideas in the comments below!

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SUMMARY: Stephen forgot about your anniversary, but he didn’t forgot how good you felt.

A/N: Ive been so obsessed over Stephen recently, I’m so sorry this is very long 😓

WC: 4.5k

WARNING: piv, shower sex, pet names, Stephen is so needy and desperate, handjob, f!reader, smut MDNI!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSOMMATION

MLIST

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

Stephen was a clever man, constantly innovating and thinking about ideas for the magazine. His ability to think on his feet was truly remarkable and a valuable asset for a journalist.

Whenever Stephen had writer's block, he transformed into a different person. He secluded himself in the office, emerging only to eat and drink or use the restroom. It felt as though he wasn't even in the apartment with you.

As Stephen's girlfriend, you took it upon yourself to help him as often as you could. However, he has kept himself locked up in his office for almost two whole days and didn't even realize he missed your three-year anniversary.

It was time to bring him out again. You couldn't just tell him what he missed, but to know he ignored the date was also heartbreaking.

You knocked firmly on the door before striding in. Balancing a plate with a peanut butter sandwich and some orange quarter, you were determined to get him to eat and talk to you. It wasn't a full meal, but hopefully he was going to eat it and have a talk with you.

"Steve, I have a snack for you," you said softly, trying to break Stephen's focus on the computer screen. He let out a small sigh, adjusting his glasses before finally turning to recognize you.

"Darling, I'm busy right now. Please just place the plate next to me and leave me. I'm alright, just lost in my thoughts," he responded with a hint of exasperation in his tone. He quickly returned his attention to the computer screen and resumed his reading.

"You’ve been in here for two days." You whispered, worried for him.

“I’m well aware of how long I’ve been in here,” Stephen replied with sarcastic irritation, still gazing at his computer screen. He was searching through different articles and stories for the upcoming pitch. He was never angry usually, mostly insecure. Constantly trying to make everyone love him.

“I have to find something before it’s too late. Stop worrying and go do something else.” Stephen had a habit of ignoring you during these writer’s block moments, which led to many arguments over the years.

"Right, sorry." You muttered as you retraced your steps, letting the door slam shut with more force than expected. All you wanted was to offer your help, but he seemed to throw out your efforts.

As soon as you shut the door, you could hear Stephen sigh in annoyance, pinching the space between his eyebrows with two fingers. He hated when you got all silent and quiet whenever he was like this, but he knew his work was more important in moments like these.

A few hours passed, and the only sound coming from the office was that of the keyboard typing and the mouse clicking. Soon, Stephen started to grumble out of frustration. He leaned back in his chair, pushing up his glasses before looking at the closed door. He was wondering what you had been doing.

It was midnight, and he remained secluded, failing to acknowledge the significance of your special date. You have shared three years of love, yet for the second time in three years, he has forgotten. You were eating the cake you bought, sitting alone in the kitchen. You had taken a slice, but your appetite was long gone.

Sweet and silent tears rolled down your cheeks to your plate. You tried to wipe them away with the sleeves of your hoodie, but you finished by letting them roll down. He didn't even remember, nor have he did anything about it.

Stephen had lost all track of time, only thinking of the pitch that was coming up. His girlfriend was the last thing on his mind at the moment, even if it was your three year anniversary.

He sat in his office for a couple more minutes before slowly sitting up. His back was hurting from being in that position for so long, and he was beginning to feel hungry and dehydrated. He had eaten the sandwich, yet that was a long time ago.

He slowly stood up from his desk, heading to the kitchen. The lights in the apartment were dimmed, but he could still see you sitting by yourself with an empty plate.

He walked into the kitchen, leaning up against the wall as he looked at you. He took in your tired and solemn expression, wondering why you were crying. He knew he was cold during writer's block, but to make you cry? He must have made you mad.

He crossed his arms and tilted his head, looking at you curiously before he spoke. “Why are you crying?” he asked bluntly, not realizing what day it was at all.

"Why am I crying?" you scoffed, rising from your chair. "Why am I crying?!" you repeated, the anguish evident in your voice. You walked away and locked yourself in the bathroom. It was your time to be left alone.

He rolled his eyes as you walked away from him and entered the bathroom. Stephen knew you well enough to know that you were upset about something, but he had no idea what. He stood by the bathroom door, listening to you.

“Come on. Open the door. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” He said, trying to keep himself from getting irritated again.

"Look at the fucking date."

Stephen raised an eyebrow as you yelled from the bathroom. He was confused until your words registered in his mind, and he went silent for a moment. You never cursed around him, he was nervous, to say the least.

He let out a breath and looked at the calendar. It finally dawned on him. It was your anniversary today. He groaned and rested his forehead against the door in slight annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Open the door, princess. Please?” Stephen asked you, a bit of a pleading tone in his voice. He felt guilty for being so dismissive of you, letting work and writer’s block get in the way of your anniversary. He knew forgot about it last year too, and it made him feel even worse.

"Leave me alone Steve, you locked yourself all day.".

He sighed from behind the door, banging his head against it in annoyance. He hated it when you got mad around him, but he knew it was his fault.

“You know I’m going through writer’s block. I need to find something new for this critique. It’s my job.” He retorted, trying to make you understand his trouble.

"It’s always the same excuse, you told me you forgot because of your writer's block. It’s always the same, I know your job’s important but I am too!"

He frowned as you retorted and called him out on his previous behaviour. It was true, but he didn’t want to admit to it. He didn’t want to admit that he had prioritized work over you on meaningful days.

“You know how important my job is to me, darling. I can’t control when I get writer’s block. That’s just how it is.” He said, a bit of a snappy tone in his tone.

"I know that! But you don’t have to be so damn cold when you have it." You let out, sitting at edge of the bathtub.

He sighed in despair, leaning his forehead against the door. His back was starting to hurt from hunching over his desk all day.

“I’m not purposely being cold to you. I’m just trying to find an idea. You know how I am when I get like this, I get super focused on writing.”

Stephen gently knocked on the door. “Please, just come out. I know you’re mad at me, I just want to talk to you face to face.”

He took you a lot to stand up and carefully undo the lock restraining the door, soon enough you were back in your sitting position. You could never stay mad at him for so long, that’s just how it was.

He quietly opened the door and took in your expression, feeling even more guilty for making you so upset. He could never handle it when you were like this. He slowly walked over and sat down next to you on the bathtub. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding you gently but making sure you couldn’t pull away.

“Are you mad at me?” Stephen asked in a quiet voice, stating the obvious.

"Of course I am!" You held his gaze for a moment as he acknowledged your eyes gleaming with tears.

He sighed calmly and looked at you with a tired expression. He knew he had messed up, prioritizing work over you. But he was going through writer’s block and needed something for the pitch.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I upset you. But I have to find something to write about. It’s my job, baby. You know that.” He said, trying to use that as an explanation once again, in hopes that you’d understand. He gripped your hand, pressing gentle kisses alongside your knuckles.

He squeezed your wrist gently, silently begging for you to understand. He hated seeing you upset, especially since it was almost always his fault. And he hated being reminded he was was im the wrong.

Stephen took a small breath and continued, his tone softer. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to forget our anniversary, I just..” he paused, trying to find the right words, “got so caught up with everything.”

He gently pulled you closer as he let go of your hand, resting his forehead against yours. Stephen softly stroked your arm, his mind racing with different ways to apologize to you. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just get so hyper-focused when I’m trying to find a new idea. I know I’m terrible at dealing with it, but please baby, don't be mad..”

You couldn't find the words to answer and you just gently nodded, whipping your tears away. The slight touch of mascara you applied this morning ran alongside your tears.

He could see the dejection and disappointment on your face and it hurt him. He hated that he had made you feel like this. Stephen shifted positions, turning to face you properly before he spoke.

“You’re upset about more than just me forgetting our anniversary, aren’t you?” He asked softly, still rubbing your arm comfortingly.

He knew you well enough to tell that you had more to say, even if you weren’t saying it aloud. He knew your body language, and how everything worked. He could tell when you were holding back from saying something, and you were holding something back.

He gently squeezed your arm, a silent prompt to speak up and tell him what was on your mind. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, his voice gentle.

“Come on, sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong. Please?”

"You always seem to love your work more than me." You knew it wasn't entirely accurate, but it wasn't entirely false either. He frowned as you spoke, biting the inside of his cheek in irritation. He didn’t appreciate that you kept bringing up him ignoring you for his job.

“That’s not true, and you know it.” He let out, slightly troubled.

"But it sure seem like it." You added.

His irritation subsided after a moment and he sighed. He knew you weren’t technically wrong and that made him feel more guilty.

“I.. I understand that, and you’re kinda right.. But you gotta know, my work is all I ever had. I can’t risk loosing my job because I didn’t write in time."

"I know, but you won’t lose your job for that."

He ignored your last statement, since apparently that‘s what he was good at recently.He let go of your arm and gently cupped your face, lifting your head gently so that he could meet your gaze.

“Sometimes I do get hyper-focused on my work and forget about other things, like our anniversary. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I do.” He said, holding your face in his hands, the urge to kiss you.

"I love you too, that’s the problem." You tried to look down, but his grip remained still on your chin.

Stephen moved closer to you, grabbing your hips and tugging you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, taking in the warmth of your body.

“I know I messed up and I need to make up for forgetting our anniversary. So, I have a proposition for you, my love.” He murmured into your shoulder, holding you tight against him.

"What proposition?" You asked, intrigued.

He hummed against your shoulder before replying. “I’ll promise to set aside my work, all my research and computer work, for the rest of the night. In return, I just want you to help me relax. No more tears, I hate seeing you cry.”

"What do you mean?" You questionnée, even though you knew damn well what he meant.

He leaned back a bit and met your gaze. He smiled gently before replying, one hand moving to your waist.

“I just want you to be with me for the rest of the night. Cuddle with me, make me feel good and loved. I need to feel like I have some sort of. I don’t know, intimacy, again. I need you to help me with that.”

"Tomorrow is Saturday, ditch work tomorrow spend the day with me." You asked taking his hand, hoping you could convince him. After two days of ignoring you, even he missed being near his loved one.

He smiled again as you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently. Stephen nodded in agreement, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your pulse point.

“I promise I’ll spend tomorrow hanging out with you, baby.” He said, holding your hand against his chest.

"You should take a shower before bed." You giggled, finally finding something positive in all that pain.

He gave a small laugh and nodded. Stephen could tell you had slightly calmed down. He liked that he was able to make you not so upset. "I don’t stink!" He let out and sniffed his armpit before making a disgusted expression.

"Yeah, alright. I will.” He said with a small grin as he moved his hands down to your hips. His hands stayed on your hips and he let his thumbs rub small, gentle circles on your skin.

“Come with me into the shower, please? You can wash my hair.” He said, his voice suddenly becoming a bit more needy. He knew how much you loved his hair and playing with his curls and the invitation was too good to refuse.

"I’ll use my strawberry shampoo." You said, slowly unbuttoning his blue shirt. He smiled, tilting his head to nuzzle your neck gently.

“My favorite.” He mumbled against your skin, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your throat.

"Start the shower," you started as you sat up from his lap, "I’ll come in soon." You left the bathroom leaving him hard on the spot. He watched your back as you closed the door behind you, he had no idea where you were going, but he continued taking down his clothes. He placed his glasses on the side of the sink, where he always placed them.

He watched you leave the bathroom and bit the inside of his cheek, feeling a bit excited by your words and the feeling of seeing you walk away. Stephen started the shower and waited, knowing you were up to something. He was hoping it was a pleasant surprise; he was craving your touch now.

He stood in the warm water flowing from the shower head, his mind racing. He wanted you to come in and help him and touch him. He wanted to feel your hands on his dick, running over his stomach. He wanted to feel you under the warm, streaming water. His forehead met with the glass door, as his hand waited for you on his thigh.

He huffed and bit back a small moan, feeling impatient and wanting you to join him. He closed his eyes and placed his left hand against the shower wall, bracing himself. He felt a bit antsy, wondering what was taking so long for you to arrive.

He wanted you to come get in the shower with him and touch him, so he called out from inside the shower. “How long are you going to make me wait, babe?”

Little did he know you were waiting on the other side of the door, oblivious teasing him for the two days he ignored you. "Oh who knows? Maybe two days, just like you did?"

He opened his eyes and groaned, knowing you were getting revenge against him for neglecting you for the past two days. He leaned his forehead against the shower door, sighing.

“That’s not fair, baby..” he whined from behind the door, wanting you to come into the shower.

"Was is fair that you forgot our anniversary?"

He grunted again and hung his head. He knew you had a point. It wasn’t fair that he forgot your anniversary.

“No, it wasn’t fair. I know it wasn’t fair and I don’t deserve it, but please.. I really need you in here with me.” He said, knowing he was begging.

“Please, I need you.. I’ll do anything you want, just come in the shower with me.” He pleaded, hoping you would join.

"God, you’re desperate," you said as you swung open the door, seeing his figure pressed against the glass.

His eyes shot open as the glass door suddenly opened. He was faced with your body, standing in the entrance of the shower room. Stephen let out a shaky breath, wanting you so badly. He held out a hand to you, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Please. Need you, now.”

You clothes were soon on the ground next to his as he watched with an intense gaze. He watched you undress, his mind going blank as he observed your body. He felt his breath catch in his throat, the sight exciting him. He reached out to you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into the shower with him.

Feeling you in the shower with him, he quickly turned you around before pinning you against the shower wall. He caged you in, his hands on the wall on either side of your head.

Stephen loomed over you, leaning down to capture your lips in a needy kiss. You right hand found its way to his curls, holding them firmly. Your other one flew down to his stomach and lower.

He immediately let out a whine at the feeling of your hands on his stomach. His body was craving your touch, and the feeling of your hand slowly moving down his body felt incredible.

He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and he was becoming more desperate. He pressed his body against yours, wanting to feel as much skin on skin contact as possible.

Your hand was quick to reach his dick, stocking it from the tip. He gasped and his eyes shut closed tightly. He leaned forwards, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck and he let out a soft moan.

Stephen couldn’t help it. Just the simple touch of your hand made him so worked up. It was overwhelming him, in the best way possible.

He took a shaky breath and spoke against your neck. “Please..”

Stephen’s voice was soft and needy in your ear. He slowly began to press kisses into your neck, his lips gently brushing over your wet skin. His voice was desperate as he spoke.

“Need more, please. please.”

"Like that?" You asked teasingly as your hand moved in a faster motion around his length. He whimpered and nodded, his body pressing further against yours. His hand clutched onto the shower wall, trying to keep his knees from giving out. The feeling of your hand on him was overwhelming and he wanted so much more.

“Yes, please don’t stop."

His voice was almost a whine at this point and he couldn’t handle the sensations. It was almost too much, but it didn’t take much to push him completely over the edge. The sensation in his lower stomach rose. Under all his mess, you could feel yourself heated up as your pussy clenched over nothing.

Stephen pulled his head back so he could look at you, his eyes were dark and pleading. Soft tears were forming in the bridge of his eyes, hidden by the water of the shower.

“Baby… more, please. I’m begging..”

He couldn’t form proper sentences and that’s when you knew you had to let go. Your hand stopped their motion as you watched him get the orgasm he craved so badly denied.

He whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, his grip on the shower wall tightening as his legs trembled. He whimpered and looked at you with pleading eyes, frustrated, wanting you to continue. His grip changed to hold your waist with both his hands. He was so close, but you just had to tease him.

He was so frustrated and worked up that he couldn’t think straight. It took a moment for him to get coherent sentences out as his chest rose up and down.

“Why’d you stop? I was so close. I was almost there, you know I was..”

You cupped his cheeks with your fingers, gently passing over his lips easily folding his mouth open. "Don’t you rather cum in me than on my hand, sweet boy?"

The words went straight to his brain sending him in heaven, the thought making him moan and shudder.

“I... I do, yes I do..” He mumbled, his knees still feeling weak from the stimulation and the lack of it.

“Please, can I..?” He asked, grabbing your hip and tugging you closer to him.

He let out a shaky breath as you spoke into his ear, his entire body being sent into overdrive. Your words and gentle kisses on his jaw drove him crazy.

"Make it up for our anniversary." You whispered in his ear giving his jawline a few kisses.

At your words, he grabbed your hips and positioned himself between your legs. He wanted to do anything and everything to make up forgetting your anniversary.

Stephen leaned down and pressed his forehead on your shoulder, trying to compose himself enough to speak. He slowly pushed himself into you, letting out a low moan as he did. You could practically feel his tension in the air, he needed you so badly.

He held onto your hips and leaned against you, unable to form words in his blissed out state. The feeling of you around him was intense and overwhelming, and his mind was hazy.

He began to slowly move his dick in you. His body was taking over his brain, his focus entirely on you and the sensations. He was trying to move at a slow pace, but he was so worked up it was hard to keep a rhythm going.

He groaned against you, his breaths coming out in soft pants. He couldn’t never get bored of you clenching around him and he didn’t know how he was going to hold it together any longer.

“Please... I can’t… too good...” he whined in between breaths.

"You’re doing so well Steve." You moved with him, your hips meeting his pace, even faster. Your hands were still in his curls as you pulled his face to yours, kissing him in an angry kiss.

The praise and feeling of your kiss had him moaning against your lips as he tried to maintain any semblance of speed in his movement. Each time he moved was bringing him closer and closer to the edge, orgasm building within him again. He felt like he was going to explode.

As he kissed you back, he moved his hand to the back of your hips and held you against him. He groaned as he spoke, his voice shaky and breathless.

“I’m so close...” He mumbled against your lips, his breaths coming out in short stutters. You could sence it by the way his cock twitched on your walls.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the feeling was too intense and he was already so worked up before. His body was begging him to let go.

"Just keep it in for me alright? Don’t let go before I tell you." You asked, wanting to tease him to the end and to get your release as well.

He bit his lip in an effort to hold back a whine at your words and the fact that you were still teasing him. He knew you had a plan to get your orgasm, and he was desperate for his own, but he wanted to please you as much as possible. After all it was his fault if you were mad.

“I’ll try.. I’ll try to hold it for you… please"

He was on the edge of being overwhelmed, the need to release and let go nearly drowning him. Feeling you around him and listening to you speak, the knot was very close to cracking.

He needed you to give him some sort of permission, something to let him know he was allowed to finally let go. You felt yourself getting closer as well, but his pace getting sloppier didn’t help so you trusted harder again.

"Not till I tell you." You repeated.

He let out another whine at your words, feeling himself becoming unraveled. Trying to hold back from letting himself go and give him what he wanted so badly was torture.

“I need to.. I’m not… I’m not going to be able to… please…" He managed to get out, his words a jumbled mess. You were right on edge by seeing the state he was getting in, the show he was putting for you. He may have missed your special date, that was a good gift.

"Go on."

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, he lost all control. He came with a guttural moan, his body shaking and he clung onto you, his breaths coming out in short gasps.

Stephen couldn’t think or do anything except hold onto you and try to get his bearings. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, still trembling from his orgasm.

His arms wrapped around your waist in a tight grip, holding you against him. He was panting and trying to get his breathing back to normal which would probably take a while. It took several moments for him to speak, his mind still swimming.

“That.. that was… holy…”

You let go of his grip, leaving the shower to grab a towel and wrap yourself in it. Before leaving him all alone again, you whispered just loud enough so he would hear it.

"Happy anniversary."

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"I don't understand how I'm losing," Reigen said, his hands flying over his keyboard. It was so late now—too late, maybe—if only he'd used the same technique as with the Player Killer from the beginning, he might have stood a chance, but he hadn't seriously thought he'd lose—

"Shishou," Mob said, "why is this so important? You already have second place from Twitter."

Reigen laughed, not at all nervously, and splayed a hand across his forehead. "You don't understand, Mob. The publicity from something like this, even a rematch, would do wonders for Spirits and Such. This is about business."

(He would never admit to his pride being on the line.)

"And anyway, who is this guy? A radio host? I've been on TV, you know."

Mob carefully did not bring up what had actually happened when Reigen made his television debut.

Ritsu had no such qualms. "When they exposed you as a fraud? That was publicity too, right?"

"Hey—!"

Serizawa leaned over Reigen's shoulder to see the computer screen, careful not to spill the tea he placed on the desk. "Oh, Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale? It's been a while since I listened to that, maybe I should catch up."

Reigen stared at him. "You? What? Serizawa?"

"Ah... yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Back when I was... well, when I didn't leave my room much, the podcast was popular. I guess it gave a sense of... community? Feeling less alone, even when you are." He shrugged. "Plus, hearing another gay man in a show like that was comforting."

"He's gay? Canonically?" Why can't I be gay canonically?

"Sure, he got married in episode 100. It was very emotional."

"I nearly died in our chapter 100—"

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Well, listeners, there's still a few hours left on the poll, but I'm now leading at 56%! I must say, I did not expect this, especially after Twitter users so clearly forgot—or perhaps never knew—about my Tumblr Sexyman Origins.

But, that's neither here nor there. I certainly am grateful, if a bit bemused, about all of this, but let us not forget that this is all a friendly competition. Unlike the annual War On Christmas—and let us all take a moment to remember our fallen allies against that terrible holiday foe—this is a battle of kindness. Love, even. The love we feel for Tumblr, for our favorite sexy men, for pressing a button on a meaningless internet poll. The love we feel, listeners, for each other.

And in the spirit of that love and friendliness, I figured I'd get to know my opponent a little better! A bit of googling, which of course you know means searching via every search engine but Google, what with the Town Council imposing the Google Search Tax and getting all Night Vale IP addresses shadowbanned, has led me to... oh my, listeners. I do not know who made this, but Reigen Arataka has the single most beautiful professional web page I have ever encountered. It's... words do not do it justice. I am tearing up. This... I could not make anything better myself.

A-hem. Listeners, now that I've wiped away the tears such beauty inspired in me, I can now see that Reigen's website advertises his business, one Spirits and Such Consulting. Well! We may be rivals in this moment, but I am overjoyed to learn that Reigen runs such an innovative and important business! I am nearly ashamed that, while my opponent works to make the world a better place, I, a mere community radio host, am winning the sexyman contest.

Nevertheless, we must respect the polls. Not respecting polls could get us in hot water with the Town Council, or with the demigods of numbers who lurk in the sharp edges of percentages. So since I can't hand my victory over to him, I think I'll do what I can as a community radio host, and promote Reigen Arataka's important business!

So if you're a spirit in need of counseling, a ghost in need of therapy, or an eldritch beast in need of a shoulder to cry on, head on over to Seasoning City and pay our good friend Reigen a visit! I'm sure he'll be pleased as anything to see you.

[livingfandomly]

I keep seeing people online hate on Agatha and, let’s be honest, hating on marvel has become the trend. For a universe that has existed on screen for almost 3 decades now, its output of good quality content is actually commendable. Are some projects completely shit because they’re trying to focus on faux feminism and inclusivity? 100% yes. But it’s like nobody wants to give anything under the “superhero” tag a chance anymore. I understand that audiences need breaks from certain content to want it again but, I will say, this targeted hatred to marvel is very much a consequence of the fact that if something gets too good then it has to turn sour. As a long-time comic book fan I agree that there have been nearly unwatchable projects like She-Hulk and the animated series was unnecessary. But Loki? Amazing show. Moon Knight? Baller. WandaVision? So innovative and unique. Falcon & Winter Soldier? Cute little bromance fuelled action dramedy. And you know what, I’ll come out and say it, Ms. Marvel and The Marvels were only hated on so aggressively because they’re all female led. Were they a little shit? Yes. Did they deserve that much hate???? Fuck no.

But let’s get back to Agatha. It’s a show that has a genuine plot line, the cast is amazing, it’s full of intrigue, the visuals are stunning, they’re not meandering about. They have a well thought out story unfolding. The best part? They’re not being faux about their feminism, or at least it doesn’t feel like that at all. They’ve managed to create a show full of women, all of whom are extremely intriguing characters, it’s so very sapphic and it’s proud about all of that. I fucking love this show. It’s dealing with generational trauma, with how much your upbringing and parents matter and it’s doing all of this while adding to the mcu. Am I confused about Billy? Fuck yes. But you know what, I don’t care about that right now because I’m getting to watch a show I enjoy. It’s really not that hard for people who don’t like it to simply state exactly that and then shut up.

I will never understand the human desire to shit on something that someone else genuinely enjoys…

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine not liking the Doctor’s plan to work with Agent O...

“Oh! You’re here. Perfect!” You walked around the console, arms wrapped with multicoloured wires, and proceeded over to Ryan where you transferred the mess into his arms.  

“Uh, what’s all this then?” The young man asked with a frown. Yaz and Graham squinted at the odd behaviour and watched you grin with wide eyes. 

“I’ve finally created the Miniaturisation Materialiser out of some coat hangers and a car tyre in the basement.”

“We have a basement?” Ryan’s question fell on deaf ears as you led the trio to what looked like a toaster sitting on the console. The appliance was hooked up to several wires that ran along the TARDIS floor into Ryan’s arms before disappearing below the panels under their feet.

You grabbed two slices of toast from a little glove compartment and placed them in the toaster, pressing the small knob down. There was a small sizzle until the toaster sparked small white electricity for a second and the bell rang.

The toast popped up and Yaz, Ryan, and Graham leaned in to take a closer look. 

“They’ve shrunk to the size of a grape.” Yaz commented.

You nodded and spun around with excitement. “I know! Isn’t it great?” 

Ryan chuckled but Graham tilted his head.

“It’s wonderful Y/n, truly. But wouldn’t it make more sense to create something that makes food bigger?” 

You squinted curiously, pondering over the suggestion. You lifted the toaster and scanned its outer casing.

“Like an Enhanced Extrapolation Enlarger ... yes, I think we can manage this easily.” You reached back and opened your hand, palm facing up. “Graham, give me your shoe.”

“My what?”

“Y/n, I hope you’re powering that thing safely.” The Doctor parented as she entered her travelling vehicle. She often found that when she left you alone for a day, you had created something new.

Nodding, you lowered the device and took the wires back from Ryan. “Don’t get your sonic in a knot. I rerouted the comms through the swimming pool and the navigation systems are funnelling from the carousel. All temporary.”

“Huh.” The Doctor mused as she reached the satellite screen. “Maybe leave the carousel funnel, I’m getting some great readings. Points for innovation.”

You beamed with pride. Turning to your friends, you gestured for them to walk to an open panel by the stairs. 

“So, how was it? I thought you were going to be back later.”

“O found something on the aliens.” Yaz replied.

“O?” You wondered, dropping the wires into the floor. The TARDIS doors opened once more and a familiar face walked in. “Oh.” 

You shoulders slumped when the guest entered the TARDIS, his eyes filled with wonder and awe at the interior. Spotting you, O smiled as he made his way over to you and stuck out his hand.

You eyed the friendly expression and stared at the open handshake. Then you turned on your heel and called out to the woman behind the console. 

“Really?”

The Doctor’s head popped up quickly at the question, her furrowed brows quickly darting up when she realised what the issue was. 

“Y/n, play nice.”

“But-”

“We need all the help we can get.”

Laying down her expectations, the doctor disappeared once more. You exhaled loudly and looked back at O. One smile from him and you rolled your eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. 

Graham caught the tension flying from the pair and gently tapped O’s arm. “Why are they so mad at you?” 

O shook his head with a small smile. “You know, I don’t think they could quite figure me out.”

Masterlist here

[okkultmotionpictures]

Excerpts: BEECH-NUT LIFESAVERS Commercial by Fred Mogubgub (1966)

'Beech-nut LIfesavers' is a commecial created by Fred Mogubgub (1928–1989), an influential figure in the world of animation and painting, particularly known for his contributions to the pop art movement during the 1960s in New York City. His career gained significant momentum when he co-founded Ferro, Mogubgub and Schwartz in 1961 alongside designer Pablo Ferro and Lew Schwartz. However, Mogubgub's creative ambitions led him to leave the company in 1964 to establish his own firm, Mogubgub, Ltd.

Mogubgub's artistic style is characterized by its rapid, staccato jump-cuts—an innovative blend of cartoons and photographs that flash across the screen, creating an effect that could be likened to subliminal advertising. His work, which often featured iconic American objects, was celebrated for its ability to capture the essence of American pop culture in a unique and engaging way. Among his notable commercial clients were Ford, Coca-Cola, and Life Savers, with his creations leaving a lasting impression on audiences due to their memorable and distinctive style.

His commercial work was groundbreaking, and several of Mogubgub's films have been recognized by the Museum of Modern Art for their innovative approach to animation and advertising. One of his most famous pop artworks was a large-scale sign erected in Manhattan in 1965, provocatively asking, "Why Doesn't Someone Give Mogubgub Ltd. Two Million Dollars to Make a Movie?" This piece reflected Mogubgub's bold and creative spirit, showcasing his ability to blend art with advertising in unprecedented ways.

Mogubgub's work extended beyond commercial advertisements to include underground short films that merged animation, illustration, and live action. One of his notable films, "The Pop Show" (1966), featured Gloria Steinem and demonstrated Mogubgub's adeptness at navigating the avant-garde film scene. Despite his significant contributions, Mogubgub's name is often omitted from discussions on avant-garde and experimental film from the late 1960s and early 1970s. However, his films were included in underground screenings, such as the 1970 New York Underground Film Festival, highlighting his role in the experimental film movement.

Fred Mogubgub passed away in 1989 at the age of 61 from bone cancer. Despite his death, his creative legacy continues to inspire animators and filmmakers, illustrating the enduring impact of his work on both the commercial and artistic realms of animation and pop art​.

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[vidavalor]

So I'm on a bit of a roll from just having finished some writing (probably post in the next day or two), so have some random thoughts!

Legit can't remember whether or not your linguistic analysis of Bildad the Shuhite touched on 'cobbler' as Cockney rhyming slang for either testicles (as in 'kick in the...') or nonsense (as in 'load of old cobblers') -- the latter meaning especially feels kind of appropriate!

What kind of 'madeleine memories' might an amnesiac Aziraphale get from a roast beef sandwich???

Do you think actual madeleines are likely to appear on screen in some capacity in S3?

Tiramisu has coffee, chocolate and alcohol, and thus feels like a VERY Ineffable-Husbands-speak dessert :D

Was poking around the Royal Albert Hall website for research purposes and found this: https://www.royalalberthall.com/tickets/tours-and-exhibitions/afternoon-tea/ Not quite as hyper-fancy as the Ritz, perhaps, but lots of little bits of Ineffable-speak meaningfulness in the food as well as being potentially a lovely little engagement celebration date???

Ehehehe

Hi, luv. Looking forward to reading your new writing! So many goodies to ponder here! 😍I actually have some madeleines today. And good coffee. It's raining here and ah, this is all a heavenly combination. 😊 Throwing this under a cut because your mention of tiramisu led me to write about two, related words in Ineffable Husbands Speak that I've noticed repeated: might and found...

We'll do the sea ties to insinuate while we're at it... 🐟

1- Cobbler: I need to do a whole thing on cobbler actually and will add & credit the findings you shared to you. I mainly just wanted to quickly make a post about how cobbler connects to sherry but there's actually a whole web of overlapping words they're using. It also ties to the root kob-- which quite literally means "good omens." 😊 I'll put a longer post on cobbler on the list.

2- Roast beef sandwich madeleine memories?:

*Bildad voice* You tell me... 😉

3- Madeleines on screen in S3?: I'm not expecting it but it would be fun. Would actually also go with the theme of the literal-and-the-figurative, especially with the food, so I guess it might actually be more likely than some other things. I mainly just want Aziraphale to eat something because he had a sherry and a couple of sips of tea in the present in S2 and that's why everything went sideways, really. That angel needs a sandwich in the worst way and in both ways that you can read that sentence.

4- Tiramisu: Yes. It actually also has one of my favorite meanings for any food, as it means a "pick-me-up" in Italian, which is very cute, no? It is very Ineffable Husbands-y for the reasons you mentioned and now you've got me going on about a word that we haven't heard them say lol but I can connect it to two words that they have said, so...

Tiramisu (originally from "tireme su") is thought to have been invented by the owner of a brothel in Treviso sometime around 1800. This innovative Mrs. Sandwich would offer it to clients as an aphrodisiac or as an after-treat and it was basically considered the Viagra of the 1800s in Italy. Coffee, alcohol, chocolate, as you pointed out... food + seamstressing = no way this isn't an Ineffable Husbands Speak thing.

It is perishable, as we know, and it was invented in a time before mainstream refrigeration so it originally wasn't as available outside of bigger cities, which is why it was often offered at the end of a client session as well, before the clients were sent home-- yeah, medicinal tiramisu was a thing. 😲 The actual origins of the dessert apparently weren't really discussed publicly until sometime around the 1980s as, once it became easier to keep things chilled, generations of Italian ladies were making tiramisu constantly and it got a bit awkward to acknowledge that all these adorable old nonnas for generations were passing down how to make this sexy dessert that was created in the first place by a lady bordello owner for, um, reasons...

But tiramisu would, by The Ineffable Husbands' wordplay rules, mix the origins and meanings of the word with its phonetic soundings in English and, as we've seen, French... so, it would also be spoken as: "tier a me sous."

A tier is an arrangement of things in an order and, also, in keeping with our amusing seamstressing origins of the dessert, rows of overlapping trim on a dress. Sous (the last s is silent) means under and/or below in French. In that way, expressing a desire for some tiramisu is expressing a desire for a tier in which you are sous your partner.

[Sidebar but this is reminding me that the sous vide style of cooking translates literally from French as "under/below the vacuum" and... I feel like Crowley does not have the willpower to have never not connected this to Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets in some way 😂... *doesn't look up from his book* "Oh, the Whickber Street Monthly Whatzit's getting takeaway? Gonna get the sous vide chicken this time, angel?"]

Tiramisu means a "pick me up"-- a mood-booster-- but "pick me up" is also obviously both tongue-in-cheek expression of wanting to be seduced and a request to be quite literally picked up, as in lifted off the floor... which is how you know that tiramisu is likely a dessert that Crowley thinks is the tops.

Since we're taking apart a word not in the series, I'll give you two others that tie to it that on their little vocab list: might and found.

There are at least two scenes that I've noticed so far where one of them is using the word might as innuendo in reference to Aziraphale. Might falls into the category of words like wily, thwart, smitten, etc..-- words that are amusing in how they have wildly different, often contradicting, definitions, and where at least one definition is a bit suggestive, allowing them to use it around angels or demons or in public with one definition on the surface and the flirtier one underneath.

On the one hand, might is the past tense of may and involves gentle suggestions or polite requests asking permission. On the other hand, the word might also has a real oomph when used in its other definition, which is to express the strength and power of a nation, a natural force, or a person.

It's basically Aziraphale in a word-- unfailingly polite and gentle on one level and full of raw strength on another.

The other word is found, which can be, uh, found lol, in the Crowley-penned Aziraphale entry in 'Demon's Guide to Angelic Beings...'. The sentence is actually constructed around the inclusion of 'found' and what makes that extra-amusing is that it suggests Crowley was eager to get the word in there, likely because of its nautical definition.

In seafaring terms, for a ship to be described as found is a very positive thing and, to be defined as such, it must meet both of two requirements:

The ship must be both well-equipped (*cough*) and, equally important, fully stocked.

A person who is stocked or stocky is, as we know, one who is broader, more shoulders and chest than height, and of a fuller and thicker build in thighs and arms. Someone like Aziraphale, who is physically strong and brawny and who would not have much difficulty picking up what would be being thrown down if Crowley were to order a tiramisu for dessert, if ya get mah drift...

Insinuate: To subtly introduce slowly into hearts and minds; to maneuver someone or something into a desired position; to thrust in, push in, or wind one's way into; to introduce with torturous slowness; and, of course, the best one: to hint at obliquely (ha!)

The sinu part of the word comes from sinus, a word that I've *achoo* been cursing all damn week because the gorgeous trees and plants are trying to kill me but which is Latin for all sorts of things a lot more pleasant than 'the part of the head that is often pounding during Spring.'

English-language writers of the dreamy sort-- the poets who call rainstorms "tempests", like a certain red-headed demon we know-- would also use sinus back in the day to describe a gulf, a bay, or "the arm of the sea", as well as any hole or cavity in the Earth.

Insinuate = In sinu ate. In the sea, eating. 😂

Why ever [eve/"temptation"/"sin"] would [wood] Aziraphale insinuate that Crowley might [mmm strong] possibly [which shares roots with potent] want [to want; also contains ant, the humans in the insect analogy] something [so/sew, me, thin; opposite of might]? = the actual dessert isn't invented yet in this scene in 1601 but seems like Crowley wants to get tiramisu'd something fierce...

5- Royal Albert Hall: Love this idea. It reminds me of how The British Museum also has an afternoon tea but how they've met in the cafe and how they've probably both wanted to get tea there. While I was on the Royal Albert Hall website, I was laughing over the copy on the menu for the box service, especially the *very* rare modern use of rhubarb in this way:

Choose from a wide range of canapés, sandwiches and sharing plates, finishing your meal with sweet treats. All food is prepared with the finest seasonal ingredients and is always presented with signature rhubarb style.

Aziraphale, back away from the copywriters... 😂

Cheers as always for the amusing stuff to think about @jotun-philosopher 💕

Original posts regarding fish, madeleines and memory, for anyone who might read this and is confuzzled and wondering wtf we're on about:

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2006 - Wrap Up

After several years of uncertainty in the run up to Eurovision from budgetary problems to actual civil unrest and political upheaval, Athens 2006 must have come as a relief to the EBU. Greece had hosted the Olympics only two years prior, had all the venues and infrastructure in place ready to be used and furthermore had been gunning for the win for a few years. ERT were on the ball - everything went relatively smoothly.

That includes the national finals. In 2005 there had been all sorts of problems and scandals. In 2006 there was less of that, with the sole exception of what was going on in Serbia & Montenegro. There was a good mix of music represented, even joke songs - and Iceland was going to be a problem - but that could be accommodated.

Then there were the winners. Coming straight out of left-field, nowhere near being the favourite before the semi-final and more likely to be grouped in with LT United and Sylvia Night as a joke act than a serious contender, Lordi came to Athens and wowed everyone.

Underneath the surface, Eurovision is a profoundly conservative event. Like an oil tanker, it takes a long time for the direction to change, but just occasionally there's a sudden shift when something new appeals no only to the open-minded but wows all those televoters who wouldn't normally give it time to pick up their phones and support it. That was Lordi. They came and blew everything wide open again. No more girlbop supremacy, even power metal could win.

There was a year off from the complaints about the rise of the 'new' Eurovision countries, block-voting and potential rigging. Finland winning deflated that argument somewhat, and the jokey, protest songs really didn't go over well for the most part, producing boos and protests and controversy. Possibly enough for the EBU to begin to take things more seriously, but for now they weren't acting and hoping the problems would go away.

One issue where it was clear there was an issue was with the semi-final songs dominating in the final. For two years in a row, the left-hand side of the scoreboards was almost entirely taken up with songs from the semi-final, while the prequalified songs were all underperforming.

In terms of long-term popularity and overall song-quality, it's not quite up there with 2005. In the most recent songfestival.be top 500, there are ten songs from 2006 in the top 500, two fewer than 2005, but that's still a lot more than rest of the twenty-first century years so far.

The long-term legacy from 2006 is that it's another Eurovision turning point. There are more problems coming but at the same time, the possibilities for the delegations in terms of songs and staging have exploded. Production of the contest is stabilising and technology is advancing rapidly. With things like HD broadcasting, LED screens, mobile stages now coming to the fore, Eurovision is entering the era of being reliably spectacular. It's heading towards being one of the innovative events of the year and to set the bar high for all other live music broadcast events.

As Helena Paparizou hands on the winners trophy to Mr. Lordi and another country becoming a first-time winner, Eurovision of the future feel and ready to explode into something even bigger than it already is. Athens was a great, well-organised and exciting Eurovision. It was the standard to demonstrate how the contest should be run. The EBU have just got a few things to sort out with the voting first...

It's Finland's turn in 2007, Helsinki, over to you.

[pers-books]

“Doctor Who” star Jodie Whittaker will lead a short film fund aimed at championing female and non-binary filmmakers.

The Empower fund, a community-led initiative backed by Primetime, a global vetted platform to help the industry find and hire more women above and below the line behind the camera, and Bournemouth Film School, was launched at the Cannes film market. It aims to remove the barriers of access to finance and star power that restrict underrepresented filmmakers. The fund will focus on championing female and non-binary filmmakers and grant them access to a minimum of a £10,000 ($12,430) grant in addition to other perks.

Whittaker will feature in or voice the final film, with the intention of increasing the visibility of the project and the filmmaker selected. The actor will also collaborate to create a prompt for filmmakers as a starting point for a character or story she would like to explore. There will be a focus on accessibility and reaching filmmakers who might not traditionally put themselves forward for grant funding. A brief will then be distributed and U.K.-based female and non-binary filmmakers will be encouraged to submit their short film project for consideration. Five projects will be shortlisted via an industry jury, and from that Whittaker will select the live action or animation film she would like to take part in or voice.

The fund will be accessible for any female or non-binary filmmaker who has directed at least three short films, one of which must have screened at a BAFTA or Academy qualifying film festival. The teams applying for funding must adhere to BFI diversity standards in order be considered.

Primetime was launched by actor Victoria Emslie (“Downton Abbey”) at Cannes in 2019 and the platform was relaunched earlier this year. It has members in some 70 countries, including multi-BAFTA, Emmy and Academy Award winners and nominees. Bournemouth Film School, at Arts University Bournemouth, has partnered with Primetime as part of its Funding Futures platform, which houses several funding schemes to support filmmakers, creatives, artists and innovators.

Whittaker said: “Being a part of this exciting journey and having the opportunity to work with talented new voices and creatives is an absolute joy. I can’t wait to work alongside Victoria and the amazing teams at Primetime and Funding Futures.”

Emslie added: “Community-driven change is one of the single most powerful and actionable ways to shake up traditional funding pipelines and the projects that receive finance. By paying in for each other with this focused intentionality, the rise to the top is navigated together as a collective.”

Jonathan Carr, director of the Bournemouth Film School, said: “The success of our groundbreaking Funding Futures schemes hinges on the strength of our partnerships. Our key focus is to encourage positive change within a sustainable industry. We’re delighted to play a pivotal role with Primetime to create a funding opportunity to truly champion inclusivity.”

Will Shutt from Funding Futures said: “The Empower fund hopes to create a space to make a film with filmmakers that reflects the core values of Primetime’s mission. I’m excited to see the outcome of connecting talented filmmakers with Jodie and the award. It can only lead to something special.”

Bournemouth Film School is hosting a Funding Futures showcase event at BFI Southbank on June 16 to unveil the Empower fund.

[techdriveplay]

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[galaxyspark-6e16]

spoilers for the dragon prince book 6

yes yesim late life got in the way but basicly this is the season of tears, jumscares, dread and more tears..

let me explain:

e1

oh pretty sk- wait whos cryi- ohh were getting his backstory aren't we..

man i can actually feel his grief over the screen

wtf do you mean for an instant?

omg viren is dead already

IS TERRY GOING TO BE THE ONE TO FIND HIS CORPSE!! NO HES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY

WAIT WHAT

aww i love their relationship terry and viren the come so far

ohhhhhhhh yeah i kind though there 

rip sir sparklepuff

honestly viren if you had your redemption arc earlier you couldve avoided this outcome but also it not entirely on you since sacrifice in your family is kinda tradition at tis point

prop for viren for taking responsibility but this is just going to damage his relationship with claudia whos going to see her efforts were for nothing

god that claudia cry.. her VA is nailing it

pff oh opeli so much to catch up on

ohh yeah callum def susceptible to aaravos call

o right zubeia was infected..damn i kinda forgot about her please let her be okay

nooo callum nnooooooo

oh that was a jumpscare

haha rayla

he took our blankie man hahaha

and soren too the comedy of this show

damn baker didnt know you were that innovative

ohh claudia jumpscare

for a minute i she was gonna do something to terry bt her leaving nim first is surprising, but unexpected. everyone has left her entire life so her leaving first as a way to protect herself is just soo heartbreaking AAAGGHHGGRR

terry convince her please shes not alone.. he truly loves her even at her darkest

e2

ohhhhhh are we gonna get a civil war?

oh claudia is now his pawn now

oohhh corvus is back yyeahhhhh

and the dynamic duo is formed

man thing are that dire in lux aurea

oh its not your fault you did your best to be fair and just is not your fault there were traitors among you

corvus on making sure soren doesn’t poisen himself 

and it seem he used to soren shenanigans at this point

aw ezra comforting zym as they say goodnight

best duo EVER

ohhh janai of course amaya has faith in you don’t ever doubt that

the parallels of janai and karem speech and cause between truust and devotion just sooo 

oh thank god zubeia is ok bt won’t be at full capacity anytime soon

awwww its confirmed ezren and zym brothers coded yeah

awww wedding time

e3

it doesn't aspire me all those flashback of callum slowly using dark maic as aaravoos is lurking man i really fishy

aww terry waiting for claudia 

really smooth callum

whoa never seen terry this focus on magic

GASP claudia!!!

o misteri sip

aww look how terry is gently taking care of her the details..he truly loves her

tHE HAIRCUT!!!! 

callum know well hos to rizz up 

!!!! lore?!

me too stella and sneezle me too

damn little matchmaker

AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GASP so thats what he was doing making her a prosthetic leg ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and the way she started to walk towards him am i really for the antagonists, yes i am

mom and dad are fighting

and that promise is back..

viren§?! oh you werent kidding oh you going to face a lot of judgement

e4

its gleaming time!

ohhhh claudia the darkness is showing

oh boy here comes sol regem

wait what?? 

are celestial elves startouch or sky cause its starting to confuse me

wai is that viren staff?!

i really thought sol regem wised p in the years but is still led by his anger and misdjugement

cool a prophecy

oh soren you in for a surprise 

e5

oh soren going through the emotional toll

honestly not sure about this prophecy

oh soren, he finally got the recognition and approval of his father buut all the abuse and gashlight made him wary of him and can’t believe a good thinng viren says about him

so much lore!!! 

they can finally see

wait wdym darkness noooo

damn viren youre relly milking this whole remorse thing

e6

aguh i knew it i hoped i was wrong of course aaravos manipulated to take the fake pearl

whhats with the black and white shift?

ohhhh we re getting the origins of viren and how he started this path

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so kosmo saw the future and saw the possibility of telling the actual truth thats really clever writing

aww viren and harrow were really good friends (and unknowingly setting him down the path of darkness 

no callum you need to believe in yourself to find your truth- WHOA HEY YOURE FALLING

even if she understood why yo did wat yo did it was still orrendce what you did to get her tears now wonder she left even if you regret it back then and now it still not an excuse

gasp theres a star for you AWWW ITS RAYLA

SHES YOUR ONE TRUTH Ah

i think he did the right thing by not telling the truth to soren because as kosmo said are you helping or just shifting the blame and burden

 YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY EVEN THE PETS ARE CHERING

and at least it ends on a happy note

e7

red wedding wh is it called th- ooohh nnooo

aww rayllum

ohh no not the sunnfire elves conflicts

ah anya back

clouds?? feels like an omen..

aawww gren he was there since the beginning of course hes gonna get emotional 

aww ezren i know you want to help but karim isnt going to listen be careful

pff not now gren 

am i cryingover the vows? yes aghgghrhhu

yeah YEAH THEYRE MARRIED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE RED WEDDING NOOOOOOOO

Wait what happened

wait is his plan was to take vengeance on the humans? or aaravos is controling him??

e8

the title man…

oh hes really wants revenge

soren NO

wow soren really has grown up he really is the crownsguard

gasp he going to save his father

ahhhhh better yet using dark magic to save them bt i dont think viren will do it soren

NOOOOOOOOOO SOREN NOOOOO

OH VIREN 

one thing for certain, he truly loved his family…and his last word…

oh of corse aaravos was beid all of this

ohhhh what truth

seriously what happened back then

and now claudia 

and now she s vulnerable

ohh lujanne we missed you

oh noo the ca ol save two

e9

is the title reference to the first line in the premiere?

 hahe terry face soo done with aaravos bullshit

wait wat- bAWWWWW WAIT LIKE THE STAR? theyyyre connected

never thought i a see soft dad aaravos

o raylla

waiit so leola was the catalyst to the madness that followed??

that kinda explains why he hates sol, because he snitched

is rayla parents about to cross over??

how could they doo that, she just a child scared and wants her father to protect her

so thats why he cried in the beginning

sp she became a star- ahh no which is far worse

and bro took cry me a river to whole other level which is testament that he couldnt go on without her..man

come on runnan come back

gaps shes your daughter awwww

yeah go back to the living

terry has a point, as much as aaravos is doing it for love for leola, hes doing it in revenge to those who wrong him and honestly he not wrong but how do you deal with grief and unjust retribution czasted upon you, who teared his world appart, sorta like viren for what he did to save soren

wow im seeing parallels two spells to bring back the dead one for for love and one for misguided justice

“love is the star of life” wow 

ohh terry

oh nno here comes news of the fall

we re getting a magical girl resurrection wait he’s a giant?!

nooooooooooooo and it ends here whhyyyyy

and all of this started with the death of a child..

[laduenadelswing]

Love game

Vox x female OC

Chapter 2

A Car? She fell asleep and curled up to his body. He carried her into one of his beds and watched her sleep carefully. He almost forgot work. Vox took a coffee and went to his quarters. In his video office, he monitored everything and saw that Valentino was as unhinged as always. ‘’Oh Vox, I knew that you are an animal but you are a true natural. Oh she is still in your bed. Vox, I am impressed.’’

“I wonder why she is still sleeping?” Vox asked. Valentino's eyes lid up. “I thought our little superstar could stay longer, so I put something in her drink to make her behave.” Vox lost his cool and griped his throat. “You put some rape drugs into her drink?” He almost lost his mind. “Hey Chico, I didn’t want you to work so much on your first night.” Valentino whispered seductively. “I didn't fuck her.” Now Valentino seemed confused. “But you made her kiss you?” He asked, Vox looked like he would crush his skull with electric violence. “VAL. If you don't shut it, I am going to destroy you.” Vox said his voice glitching, deep and harsh. Valentino looked intimidated by his action, Vox never lost his cool, but if he is stressed it’s a dangerous situation for everybody. Vox went back to work and went through the usual tasks, interviews, new technology, talking about innovation and new shows. Isabel's peaceful face, never leaving his mind. Vox was everywhere. She woke up with a massive headache, her dress was still on, and she even got one of his shirts. How did she get here, after they had their last drink on the dance floor, everything faded into a warm dream. The charming guy from last night was gone. It's a shame. Did they do anything? She was dressed, he put a blanked on her sleeping body. As she looked around the spacious bedroom, she saw a notebook from Vox tec.

I went to work. Please take this food and water. Stay as long as you desire - Vox

He actually got you some water, juice, bread and fruits. Vox is very nice, but how can you trust anybody here. Most men in your past life only wanted to take advantage of you. Why would it be any different in hell. She decided to not ask for too much. There is nothing she can do for him. In this realm she is powerless, has no money and can't fight. She felt so weak. Maybe she should just leave.

I had a great time, but I don't want to overstay my welcome. Thank you so much. Isabel

Vox decided to look at his screens, hours passed work consumed the demon overlord. “Where is she?” He screamed through his TV room obsessively. Why did she leave, Vox thought, They really seemed to have a great time? At the moment he saw her, a smile spanned across his screen. Her human form was so captivating. His powerful presence and technological prowess allowed him to navigate the hellish realm with unparalleled efficiency. Every surveillance camera and data stream were at his disposal, all focused on a singular soul. His obsession with her grew with every passing moment, and his LED eyes glow with a force that mirrored the fire within his soul. Meanwhile, Isabel found herself caught in the crosscurrent of hell, navigating the labyrinth streets with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Unbeknownst to her, every move she made, every breath she took, was being closely monitored by Vox. His fixation on her become all-consuming, his every thought consumed by the desire to possess and understand this enigmatic soul. As Vox finally caught up with Isabel, his demeanour transformed. The usually cool and collected demon was visibly affected by the magnetic pull she had on him. “Isabel,” he breathed, his voice a low, husky timbre that betrayed the intensity of his emotions. “Don't disappear like that.” Isabel turned to Vox, a subtle blush gracing her cheeks as she felt the weight of Vox's gaze. His eyes, ablaze with a mixture of longing and possessiveness, bore deep into her soul. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” She stammered, unable to escape the magnetic field of Vox's desire. Vox stepped closer, the air charged with an undeniable tension. “You're not trouble, Isabel. You're the most intriguing thing I have ever encountered in hell.” He admitted, his voice dripping with intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Anyway, I know that this situation isn’t great, you have no money and no power. But you're not alone. You have me. I really want to help you get back home.” His voice had a hint of compassion in it.

“If you help me with a task, you can crash at my place and I will show you some of my tricks. Your handwriting is fantastic, by the way.” Vox praised her. Isabel blushed. Vox's charm, attitude and confidence made her weak. “I hope that I can help you somehow. Did you just compliment my writing.” Isabel replied, scratching her had.  “My home is your home, darling. Where did you plan on staying tonight? I can't only compliment your look. I think you're much more than that.” Vox asked sincerely. “I wanted to try my luck in the club again and find a gentleman who wouldn't leave me alone in the morning.” She teased Vox playfully. He smiled, this little human was bratty and he loved it. “Let´s get you back, no one should hear about a human soul in hell.” Isabel agreed. In his flat she sat on the couch, lost, captivated but also very confused with her situation. Yesterday she was a superstar, today she was nobody. “I need you to help me. You’re a human and don't pose a treat to any sinner in hell. You're exactly what Charlie needs.” Vox explained smiling. “Who is Charlie?” Isabel asked, completely oblivious. “She is Lucifer's daughter and wants to rehabilitate Sinners so that the overpopulation won't destroy hell. It´s a stupid plan, but she would die for this little hotel.” Vox kept jabbering about Charlie, Angle Dust and some demons. The situation just turned confusing. “Is your human brain overloading?” He asked playfully, she nodded. “Just go to the hotel. I am sure they will love you. You're also under our protection. Get as much information as you can, no matter the cost.” He stroked her small hand with his claw. Electricity flowing across the room. “Should I be scared of anyone? Valentino's temper seems dangerous.” Isabel whispered. “No, I will make him behave.”

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@! Antonin Artaud's digital "successors”=

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++Digital Artaud’s Blockchain Horror==re-examined in the context of organ trafficking… =ethical dilemmas~social issues==critical {reflection}…organ…#illegal trade==critic…examine…

[Nancy Scheper-Hughes]** the global trade of human organs----"exists in the shadow economies…of the richest and poorest regions"… @!Organ trafficking^grotesque reality==embedded in blockchain… ==Inescapable!=fear== eternal bL@ck m@rket oF memory…… [Blockchain] as digital graveyard-> organ trafficking* permanently preserved {form}… "neither forgotten nor erased"

++Organ trafficking==victims' eternal loss----body-parts->->-> transaction by transaction…drilling down::::: |Horror work -> consciousness==trapped in the blockchain system… [REALITY][DEFORMED][NO ESCAPE] [Marshall McLuhan]==> "The medium is the message"--- **Blockchain horror==tech itself==message! exploitation of organ trafficking--> permanent/irreversible…

****Blockchain technology==Digital Artaud==criticizing the inhumanity of organ trafficking… +reflection…->->-> technological innovation==perpetuating exploitation & suffering…

_Artists_/{c@r3ful to avoid}==human suffering//commodification==for artistic gain>>>///

Benjamin Noys==> "The persistence of negation==a critical tool==ethical, social impact"…

*** Emerging technologies==|careful consideration required==especially…potential for abuse…worsening organ trade… ==Real-world~~projected {ethical dilemma}…

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