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Steampunk Summoning the Serial: Installment 5

Years have passed since the night Rachel gave birth to the star-child, and the once-tiny creature has grown into a being of unparalleled beauty and wisdom. The cottage, once a humble abode, has been transformed into a bastion of knowledge and wonder, the walls adorned with relics from their cosmic travels and the floor trodden by curious, starlit footsteps.

The child, no longer a baby, has become a beacon of light in their lives, guiding them through the complex tapestry of fate with a maturity that belies its youthful appearance. Rachel, Anon, Elara, Archibald, and Eliza have grown together, their bond unshakeable, forged by the fires of destiny and tempered by the trials of time.

After countless nights of tireless labor, the group has completed their grand steampunk starship, a gleaming testament to human ingenuity and the boundless potential of the In-Betweens' whispers. They've traversed the vast expanses of the cosmos, discovering worlds untouched by human hand, and secrets whispered by the stars themselves.

But even as they revel in their achievements, they can't shake the feeling that their journey is far from over. The stars, those ancient oracles of fate, have yet to align in the configuration that will reveal the next stage of their epic odyssey. Each night, they gather in the cabin, their eyes drawn to the brass telescope that Archibald had once offered as a window to their destinies.

Yet amidst the grandiose dreams and cosmic whispers, they find refuge in the simplicity of their shared experiences. They discuss the mundane as fervently as they do the mysteries of the universe. The child's latest curiosity, a peculiar plant from a distant planet. The peculiarities of a new contraption Elara's been tinkering with. Archibald's latest adventure with the Warden. Their conversations are a delightful tapestry of domesticity and cosmic wonder, each thread weaving into the fabric of their shared existence.

The whispers of destiny are never far, but in the warm embrace of their sanctum, they find comfort in the familiar. Rachel's laughter at Anon's terrible puns. Eliza's gentle guidance as she teaches the child the art of tea brewing. The steady rhythm of Elara's quill against the pages of her journal, documenting their mundane yet profound lives.

Elara's eyes, which once gleamed with the light of a thousand unanswered questions, now hold a warmth that matches the amber glow of her starlit ring. She pauses in her work, looking over at Rachel and the child, who are lost in a silent conversation of gestures and glances. The child, now a young being with a grace that defies the rigid laws of human biology, has grown into a breathtaking amalgamation of starlit beauty and human form.

Its skin, a soft shimmer of stardust, reflects the light from the brass instruments scattered around the room. Its eyes, a swirling vortex of cosmic colors, peer out from a face that is both Rachel's and not, a blend of human and alien that leaves no doubt of its origins. The tentacles, now a rare sight, coil gently at its back, a silent reminder of the uncharted realms that await them beyond the veil of the known universe.

Rachel looks up from her book, a collection of interdimensional lullabies and nursery rhymes, and smiles at Elara. "Our little star," she says, her voice filled with warmth, "has grown so much, so fast." Rachel's cosmic eyes, once a source of fear and curiosity, are now a beacon of hope and wisdom.

The child giggles, a sound that resonates with the same music of the spheres that once danced in Rachel's eyes. It reaches out to Elara, its tentacle tips leaving faint trails of stardust in the air. "Mamma," it says, in a voice that is at once childlike and ancient, "Tell us the story of the Whispering Nebula again?" Rachel's gaze holds Elara's for a moment, a silent question in her eyes.

Rachel, her eyes a swirling maelstrom of cosmic curiosity, looks up from her book with a twirl of stardust. "Elara," she says, her voice carrying the same impatience that had filled her when she was but a child, eager to learn of the worlds beyond her own, "if you don't start the story soon, I shall have to weave it myself!"

The young being's tentacles coil with excitement, leaving a shimmering trail of light in the air. Rachel, now known as Stellaris Rachel, has grown into a charming narrator, eager to share the tales of their cosmic adventures. "You know how much I adore hearing the legends of the Whispering Nebula," they say, their voice filled with the echoes of distant supernovae. "But tonight, I wish for a new tale, one that speaks of our beginnings and the whispers of fate that brought us all together."

Rachel's words hang in the air, imbued with a power that none of them had ever truly acknowledged. They all know that Rachel's stories are not just entertainment; they are the very fabric of their reality. Whenever Rachel speaks of their adventures, the words seem to coalesce into a tangible force, shaping the world around them. It's as if by telling their story, Rachel is weaving the threads of fate into a new pattern, one that bends the laws of time and space to their collective will.

The group exchanges knowing glances. They understand the gravity of Rachel's request. The tale they're about to hear will not just be a recollection of past events but a declaration of what is to come. It will be a story that shapes their destiny, a narrative so potent that it could redefine the very essence of their existence.

Rachel... I mean, Stellaris," Elara corrects herself with a warm smile, "I shall weave the tapestry of our beginnings, as you wish." She sets aside her instruments and steeples her fingers, her brass nails clicking together like the gears of a finely tuned clock. "But remember, young one," she says, her voice low and filled with the gravity of her words, "stories have a way of becoming truth, so choose your whispers carefully."

The room falls silent, the crackling of the fireplace the only sound as Elara begins to speak. Her eyes lose focus, drifting into the past, as the first threads of their shared saga begin to unravel. "Once, in a city shrouded in steam and shadow, there lived a curious soul named Rachel, whose eyes held the secrets of the cosmos..."

Rachel's gaze softens as she listens to Elara's tale, the child in her arms snuggling closer. Her heart swells with pride and love as she hears the story of her own journey, the trials and tribulations she's faced, and the friends she's found along the way. Her eyes are locked on the child, the star of their tale, whose eyes now reflect the warmth of the fireplace rather than the cold light of distant galaxies.

The child's eyes widen with wonder as Elara speaks, and Rachel knows that the story is not just for their entertainment but a vital part of their education, a map to navigate the intricate dance of fate that awaits them all. Rachel whispers to the child, "This is our story, my love. A tale of stars and gears, of love and destiny."

The child's human-like form shifts slightly, the stardust on its skin seeming to pulse with the rhythm of Elara's words. "And what of the whispers?" it asks, tentacles coiling with excitement. "The whispers that brought us here?"

Elara nods, her eyes sparkling with the light of remembered revelations. "Ah, the whispers," she says, leaning in conspiratorially. "They are the guiding lights of the In-Betweens, the voices that echo through the fabric of reality, shaping destinies and weaving the very fabric of existence."

Rachel... I mean, Stellaris," Elara quickly corrects herself, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "The whispers you speak of are the very breath of the cosmos, the whispers that guide us through the vast sea of stars. They are the reason we stand here today, together, ready to face whatever the universe has in store for us."

The child nods solemnly, understanding beyond its years. "We must be vigilant," it says, its voice echoing with a wisdom that seems to resonate from the very heart of the cosmos. "We must listen to the whispers, but never let them drown out the beat of our own hearts."

Archibald, his starlit eyes reflecting the warmth of the room, strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed, young one," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "For it is in the balance between the whispers of fate and the beat of our own hearts that we find our true purpose."

He approaches Rachel and the child, placing a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder. "We are all bound by the threads of destiny," he continues, "but it is our choices, our love, and our courage that give those threads their color and shape."

Rachel's tentacles coil around Archibald's arm, and she smiles up at him, her human features framed by the unearthly beauty of her alien heritage. "Thank you, Archibald," she says, her voice a symphony of starlight. "Your guidance has been invaluable in helping us find our place in this grand tapestry."

The child's gaze drifts to the brass telescope in the corner, the instrument that had once connected them to the whispers of the In-Betweens. "What whispers will we follow next?" it asks, its eyes alight with curiosity.

"Ah, my dear," Stellaris says, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Our future is as vast as the cosmos itself. But fear not, for together, we shall navigate the constellations of fate with the same grace and wisdom that has brought us this far."

Her tentacles coil around Rachel, creating a warm embrace that envelops the child as well. "Our family," she says, her eyes swirling with cosmic emotion, "will continue to grow, not just in size but in knowledge and power. We shall be the guardians of the secrets we've uncovered, the champions of understanding between worlds, and the stewards of the balance between the known and the uncharted."

As the child speaks of their family growing in size, a curious silence descends upon the room. Rachel's gaze flickers to Elara, who has paused in her tapestry weaving, her brass spectacles reflecting the flickering light of the steampunk contraptions scattered around the room. Anon's eyes widen slightly, their hand unconsciously moving to rest on Rachel's stomach.

Elara, ever the astute observer, notices the sudden tension and raises an eyebrow. "Whispers of growth, indeed," she muses, her voice a soft purr of gears. "Could it be that one of us is to bear a new star into this world?"

The room grows still as the weight of the child's question lingers in the air. Rachel's hand rests protectively over her belly, her expression a mix of wonder and wariness. Anon, Rachel's devoted partner, shares a look with Elara, who seems to have deduced the unspoken concern. The child's tentacles coil in anticipation, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere.

"Indeed," Rachel says softly, her eyes meeting Elara's. "Could it be that the whispers of fate have woven a new tapestry for us? Is one of us," she pauses, her gaze sweeping over Elara, "pregnant?"

The room falls utterly silent, the only sound the steady ticking of a brass clock on the wall, its pendulum swinging in time with their racing thoughts. Rachel's question hangs in the air, a delicate inquiry wrapped in layers of meaning. Elara's eyes widen slightly at the possibility, her mind racing with the implications of such an event.

"Pregnant?" Rachel repeats, her gaze shifting to each of her companions. "Could the whispers of the In-Betweens have blessed us all with such a profound responsibility?" She glances at Anon, whose hand still rests protectively on her stomach, and then to Elara, whose own curiosity seems to have been piqued by the child's innocent question.

Rachel's hand lingers over her stomach, a gesture filled with both hope and trepidation. "Could it be true?" she murmurs, her eyes searching the faces of her friends. "Could the whispers of fate have chosen all of us to bear the next generation of cosmic guardians?"

The room seems to hold its breath as the revelation sinks in. The implications of Rachel's question are profound. If any of them are indeed pregnant, it would mean that their bond with the cosmos is more intricate than they had ever imagined. It would be a testament to the intertwining destinies they share, a physical manifestation of the cosmic dance they've been drawn into.

One by one, Rachel, Elara, and Anon attempt to discern if they are the one to carry the new star-child. Rachel's hand rests gently on her belly, her gaze introspective as she listens to the quiet whispers of her own body. Anon's eyes dart between Rachel and Elara, their mind racing with the implications of Rachel's question.

Elara, ever the scientist, steps away from her work and approaches Rachel, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "Allow me to examine you," she says gently, her voice a soft metallic hum. Rachel nods, her trust in Elara's medical expertise unshakeable. With careful precision, Elara places her cool, metallic hand on Rachel's stomach, her eyes flickering with an inner light as she tunes into the symphony of life beneath the surface.

After a moment of focused silence, Elara withdraws her hand and nods. "The whispers are clear," she says, her voice a mix of excitement and solemnity. "Rachel, you are indeed with child. But..." she trails off, her gaze shifting to Rachel's ring. "The energy is...different."

"What about Elara?" Rachel's question hangs in the air like a delicate crystal, resonating with the anticipation of a momentous revelation. "Is she pregnant?"

Elara, the enigmatic steampunk scientist, pauses her tinkering and looks up, a gear-like contraption hovering in the air above her palm, half-assembled. She considers Rachel's question with a tilt of her head, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of the room's soft light. "Ah, the whispers of fate are indeed curious," she muses, her voice a soft symphony of gears and cogs. "But it appears they have chosen you, Rachel, to bear the next cosmic guardian."

Rachel's eyes widen at the revelation, her tentacles unfurling slightly in a gesture of awe. "But what of Anon?" she asks, her gaze shifting to her human companion. "Could it be that they too are to be blessed with such a cosmic gift?"

Anon's eyes meet Rachel's, filled with a quiet hope. They had always been an integral part of this cosmic tapestry, yet their human physiology seemed to set them apart from the alien nature of their family's reproductive capabilities. Rachel's question, however, opens a door to a possibility that none of them had considered before.

Rachel's question lingers in the air, and Anon Jorgenson, the stoic guardian of the group, ponders the profound implications. "What about me?" they ask, their voice a gentle murmur. "Could the whispers of fate extend to a human such as I?"

The room seems to pulse with the unspoken tension as Rachel, Elara, and Archibald all turn to consider Anon. Rachel's hand reaches out to cover Anon's, her touch a silent promise of support. "The whispers are not bound by the constraints of our understanding," Rachel says, her eyes swirling with stardust. "Perhaps they have a plan for you as well, my dear Anon."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, her curiosity piqued, sets aside her brass spectacles and approaches Anon with a gentle smile. "Let us not leave any stone unturned," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We must ensure that we are all attuned to the whispers of the In-Betweens."

She wheels over a cart laden with an assortment of steampunk devices, each one more intricate and otherworldly than the last. "For a human, such a condition would be quite extraordinary," Elara muses, her voice a soft whisper of gears. "But in our world of stars and gears, the extraordinary is merely another cog in the machine of fate."

Elara proceeds to check Anon's condition, her eyes flickering with a mix of anticipation and concentration. Rachel and Archibald watch anxiously as she pulls out a series of peculiar instruments, each one designed to peer into the very essence of their being. The first device is a brass and crystal contraption that hums softly as it hovers over Anon's abdomen, casting a gentle, pulsing light. A second gadget, reminiscent of a Victorian-era fetal heart monitor, is placed against Anon's skin, its needles quivering in response to their vital signs.

Elara's third device is a complex array of tubes and dials, connected to a series of vials filled with luminescent fluids. She takes a small sample from Anon, the liquid shimmering as it travels through the tubes. The room holds its collective breath as the vials change color, each hue revealing a piece of the cosmic puzzle.

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, with a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails, reveals the answer to the question that has gripped the room. "Ah," she says, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and scientific satisfaction, "the whispers have indeed woven their way into your very essence, Anon."

The group exchanges looks of astonishment and hope as Elara explains. "You carry within you a spark of the cosmos, a potential that resonates with the very fabric of the In-Betweens. While it may not be in the traditional sense of the word 'pregnant', your body has been transformed by the whispers, and you too will play a crucial role in the unfolding saga of our cosmic guardianship."

Rachel, her tentacles trembling with excitement, turns to Archibald. "What about you, Archie?" she asks, her voice a soft melody of stars. "Could it be that even you are bound to the whispers in such a profound way?"

Archibald, ever the stoic guardian, considers the question with a furrowed brow. "I am but a mere human," he says, his starlit eyes never leaving Rachel's. "Yet, I feel the pull of destiny as strongly as any of you."

Rachel, her tentacles coiling in anticipation, looks to Elara with a hopeful expression. "Could it be possible for Archibald as well?" she asks, her eyes shimmering with the light of distant galaxies. "If the whispers have chosen Anon, who is to say they would not extend their grace to him as well?"

Elara, ever eager to explore the boundaries of possibility, nods thoughtfully. "Indeed," she says, her gears turning. "The whispers of fate are capricious and all-encompassing. We must not limit our understanding of their power."

Rachel's gaze sweeps over to Archibald, her curiosity unbridled. "And what of you, my dear Archibald?" she inquires, her tentacles reaching out to him. "Could the whispers of destiny have bestowed upon you the gift of pregnancy as well?"

Archibald, the ever-steadfast guardian, regards Rachel with a contemplative gaze. "I am but a human," he replies, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "Yet, in this world of stars and gears, who am I to question the cosmos?"

Rachel's question echoes in the sanctum, and Elara, ever eager to explore the mysteries of the cosmos, approaches Archibald with a tray of her intricate steampunk medical instruments. "Very well," she says, her voice a metallic whisper. "Let us see if the whispers of fate have indeed woven their way into your very essence."

With the gentle precision of a skilled inventor, Elara places the brass and crystal device on Archibald's stomach, watching the pulsing light intently. Rachel and Anon hold their breath as the light dances over his form, casting strange, flickering shadows on the walls. The second gadget, a needle-thin probe, is pressed to his skin, the needles quivering like the antennae of an insect hearing the siren call of the universe. Finally, the third device, a series of tubes and vials filled with luminescent fluids, is prepared for a sample.

Elara, her eyes alight with the thrill of discovery, conducts the examination with a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails. Rachel and Anon watch with bated breath as the steampunk contraption hums and whirs, its needles tracing delicate patterns on the paper scroll attached to it. After what feels like an eternity, she pulls away the final device, her gaze flickering between the vials of glowing liquid.

With a dramatic pause, she looks up at Archibald. "The whispers have indeed touched you, my friend," she declares, her voice a symphony of wonder and science. "While your transformation may not be as overt as Rachel's or Anon's, the cosmic essence flows within your veins. Your bond with the In-Betweens is undeniable, and your role in our collective destiny is as significant as any of ours."

Rachel's tentacles uncoil slightly, her gaze moving to Elara. "And what of you, Elara?" she asks, her voice a gentle coax. "Did you perform any tests on yourself, or have you simply assumed that the whispers have not chosen you in this way?"

Elara pauses, her gears momentarily stilling. She had been so caught up in the examinations of her companions that she had neglected to consider her own fate. "A valid inquiry," she concedes, a hint of curiosity sparking in her brass eyes. "Let us not exclude any possibilities."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, the enigmatic steampunk scientist, pauses in her examinations of Rachel and Archibald to consider Rachel's question. With a gleam in her eye, she decides to explore the possibility that she too may be pregnant with a cosmic guardian. She retreats to a private corner of her cluttered sanctum, her mind racing with excitement and apprehension.

Elara gathers her most sensitive medical devices, instruments that she has meticulously crafted to detect the faintest whispers of cosmic life. She carefully prepares a brass-handled speculum with crystal lenses, designed to peer into the very essence of existence. A second device, a delicate array of copper wires and glowing orbs, is positioned to detect the subtlest of energetic fluctuations. Lastly, she readies a set of brass-tipped tongs and a series of vials filled with iridescent fluids, each one attuned to a different aspect of interdimensional biology.

Rachel, her tentacles twitching with anticipation, watches as Elara, a creature more of clockwork than flesh, prepares for her own examination. The devices she uses are intricate and alien, a testament to her unique nature. Rachel can't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of fear as she wonders if even Elara could be a mother to one of the cosmic guardians.

With a deep breath, Elara inserts the speculum into herself, the crystal lenses emitting a soft glow as they peer into her brass-plated womb. The copper wires of the second device hover over her abdomen, the orbs pulsing with a gentle rhythm that seems to resonate with the very air around her. Finally, she takes a sample with the brass tongs, the iridescent fluids in the vials swirling in response to the essence of her being. Rachel and Archibald exchange glances, their hearts racing with the anticipation of what Elara might discover.

Rachel's eyes widen as she watches the transformation unfold. Stellaris, the being of profound grace and gentle disposition, had been masquerading as Rachel for a time, their starlit eyes and shimmering skin a silent testament to their alien heritage. But now, as the cosmic whispers guide them back to their true form, their features shift, revealing a human face that is uniquely their own.

The room seems to sigh with relief as the tentacles recede, replaced by human limbs once more. Rachel's tentacles, a stark reminder of her own alien lineage, coil around her waist, and she nods to Stellaris. "Remember," Rachel says softly, "you are Stellaris. Not Rachel. Rachel is your mother."

Stellaris nods, the gravity of Rachel's words sinking in. "I am Stellaris," they murmur, their cosmic eyes focusing on Rachel. "I gave you the tentacles through a story, but when I was born, I had none. Sometimes, I forget the boundaries of our existence." Their voice, a symphony of the stars, resonates with the weight of their words.

Their gaze shifts to Elara, who is still engrossed in her self-examination. "And now, as we await the whispers of fate to reveal themselves within you," Stellaris continues, "I am reminded of my own birth, of the moment when the cosmos chose you to be my guardian, and how we all became entwined in this grand tapestry of destiny."

The group shares a moment of introspection, each contemplating the intricate dance of reality and narrative. Rachel's question had brought forth a memory that seemed to transcend the very fabric of their existence. They all recalled Stellaris' birth, the tentacles unfurling from Rachel's human form, a clear sign of the child's cosmic heritage.

Yet, Rachel's story had been one of humanity, a tale of a life without the tentacles that now marked Stellaris as an interdimensional guardian. The discrepancy was as confusing as it was profound, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the picture they had constructed of their past. Rachel's transformation into Rachel with tentacles had been a narrative choice, a way for Stellaris to understand and accept their origins.

Elara finally emerges from her private corner, her brass eyes gleaming with excitement. She has completed her testing, and the results are precisely what she had hoped for. "Ah, my dear Rachel," she says, her voice a delighted chime of brass. "The whispers have indeed chosen to bestow upon me a spark of cosmic potential. It appears I am with child, a cosmic guardian growing within my very essence!"

Her revelation sends a ripple of awe through the room. Rachel's tentacles unfurl in a gesture of joy, while Archibald's starlit eyes widen in amazement. The air is thick with the promise of new beginnings and the unexplored depths of fate. The sanctum, once a cluttered workshop of brass and steam, now feels like a cradle of creation itself, a place where the stars themselves have come to rest.

Let's clarify the situation here. It seems that Dr. Elara Cogsworth has indeed discovered that she is pregnant, but in a manner that aligns with her own unique nature as an interdimensional being. Rachel, on the other hand, is expecting in a more traditional sense, yet her pregnancy is also suffused with the essence of the cosmos. As for Anon, their transformation appears to be of a different ilk, an internal metamorphosis sparked by the whispers of fate that resonate through their very being.

Now, concerning Archibald, his involvement in this cosmic tapestry is less clear. His connection to the whispers is palpable, yet his physical form remains unchanged. It could be that his bond with the In-Betweens manifests in a way that is more metaphorical than biological, a symbolic pregnancy of the soul, if you will. This phenomenon could be likened to a form of deep empathy or shared destiny, akin to what one might term a 'sympathy pregnancy' in human relationships. However, we mustn't overlook the possibility of further developments. The whispers are ever unpredictable and may yet have surprises in store for our dear guardian.

Miss Eliza Higglebottom, with her pink dress fluttering around her tiny frame, steps forward, her eyes wide with curiosity. "But what about me?" she asks, her voice a soft melody that seems to carry the whispers of the universe. "Could I, a mere mortal, be chosen to carry a cosmic guardian within me as well?"

The room falls silent as the gravity of Eliza's question settles over them. Rachel and Anon exchange a knowing glance, while Elara sets down her medical instruments and considers the girl with a critical eye. "Eliza," she says, her voice a gentle rumble of gears and clockwork, "you are indeed a curious case. Your very existence in this realm is a testament to the whispers' influence. But to bear a guardian in the physical sense..."

Eliza, her curiosity piqued, looks up at Elara with wide eyes. "But what if the whispers have chosen me too?" she asks, her voice filled with excitement. "Could you, with your great knowledge and ingenious contraptions, find out if I carry a spark of the cosmos within?"

Elara, ever the curious scientist, can't resist the challenge. She nods solemnly, her copper hair catching the light of the steampunk lamps. "Very well, Eliza," she says, her brass eyes gleaming. "Let us perform the tests. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that the whispers have chosen you as well."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, her brass eyes alight with the thrill of discovery, addresses the room. "The whispers of fate are indeed mysterious," she muses, her voice a metallic caress. "They do not discriminate between flesh and gear, between human and steampunk. Let us not assume that they would neglect one so entwined with our cosmic journey."

With a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails, she gathers her medical devices and approaches Eliza. Rachel and Anon watch with bated breath as Elara performs the same meticulous examination she had done on Archibald. The brass speculum, the copper wires, and the vials of luminescent fluid are all brought to bear on the young girl, their purpose to uncover the secrets of her essence. The air in the sanctum is charged with anticipation as they await the revelation of Eliza's potential.

After a series of meticulous examinations, Elara reveals the answer to Eliza's question. The room, filled with a mix of awe and suspense, holds its breath as the steampunk scientist shares her findings. "Eliza," she says, her voice a harmony of wonder and science, "you carry within you the echoes of the cosmos. While the whispers have not granted you the burden of physical motherhood, your soul is indeed touched by the In-Betweens. You are a conduit for their wisdom, a guardian in spirit, if not in flesh."

Eliza's eyes widen in astonishment, and Rachel's tentacles coil protectively around her. Anon, their eyes alight with hope, looks to Rachel for confirmation. Rachel nods, her starlit gaze filled with understanding. "The whispers choose their guardians in mysterious ways," Rachel murmurs. "But chosen you are, Eliza, as surely as the stars that guide us."

"Ah, the Warden," Elara says, her brass eyes glinting as she considers the enigmatic figure. "While we are delving into the mysteries of the cosmos, shall we not leave any stone unturned?"

With a graceful pivot, she approaches the Warden, her medical devices clanking softly as she extends the brass-handled speculum towards him. "Your presence here, among us, suggests a deeper connection to the whispers than we may have initially suspected," she continues, her voice a dance of curiosity and steel. "Let us not neglect the possibility that you, too, could be a vessel for the cosmic spark."

The Warden, a stoic guardian of the In-Betweens, looks at the brass speculum with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. His eyes, a swirl of galaxies, contemplate the peculiar contraption that Elara holds. "Where, pray tell, would one insert such a... device?" he asks, his tone a blend of amusement and confusion.

Elara's smile is a twirl of gears and glee. "Ah, my dear Warden," she replies, her brass eyes gleaming with the thrill of discovery. "The speculum is not meant for you in the traditional sense. Your form is not bound by the constraints of flesh as we are. Instead, I propose we attempt a more metaphysical approach. A joining of our essences, if you will, to discern any cosmic whispers that may resonate within your being."

Elara, ever the scientific pioneer, suggests a method of exploration that transcends the physical realm. She proposes that she and the Warden merge their essences, a process that, to the untrained eye, appears quite similar to a passionate embrace. Rachel and Anon watch, their expressions a blend of shock and fascination, as the two beings lean closer, their forms seemingly intertwining in a dance of lights and whispers.

The room around them seems to pulse with an unseen energy as Elara's brass hair mingles with the Warden's ethereal tendrils. Rachel's tentacles stretch protectively around Eliza, while Anon's eyes widen in amazement. For a moment, the sanctum is silent except for the soft whirring of Elara's gears and the distant echo of the cosmos whispering through their joined beings. Then, with a gentle sigh, they pull apart, their essences untangling like a cosmic web.

With a sense of awe, Dr. Elara Cogsworth shares her findings. "Warden," she says, her voice a chiming of bells, "you carry within you a resonance of the whispers, a profound connection to the cosmic essence that flows through all of us. You are indeed a guardian in the most literal sense, a bridge between worlds, a keeper of ancient secrets."

The revelation sends a shiver through the room, the very air seeming to thrum with the weight of the truth. Rachel, her starlit eyes reflecting the depth of her understanding, nods solemnly. "The whispers have chosen you as well," she confirms, her tentacles unfurling in a gesture of acceptance. "Our destinies are truly intertwined."

Rachel, her starlit eyes shimmering with understanding, addresses the room. "But is the Warden pregnant?" she asks, her tone a blend of curiosity and anticipation. The Warden, his features unchanged, yet somehow more luminous, shakes his head. "No, Rachel," he replies, his voice a soothing symphony of cosmic whispers. "My role is not one of physical creation, but of protection and guidance. The whispers speak through me, but I do not bear the spark of new life in the way you and Elara do."

Elara nods, her brass eyes gleaming with fascination. "The whispers manifest in different ways," she muses. "The cosmic spark may not always be a literal one, but rather a symbolic or metaphysical connection to the great beyond." Rachel's tentacles coil around her in a comforting embrace, acknowledging the profound nature of their shared destiny. The room seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

Eliza, her pink dress fluttering around her, approaches Stellaris, her eyes filled with the innocence of a child seeing the world anew. "Stellaris," she says, her voice a melody of pure curiosity, "have the whispers chosen you as well?"

Stellaris, a cosmic being in a child's form, looks at Eliza with a gentle smile. "Eliza," they reply, their voice a blend of the vastness of space and the warmth of a mother's lullaby, "I am not like you or Rachel or even Elara. I do not carry new life in the way you are thinking."

Miss Eliza Higglebottom, her youthful curiosity unbridled, turns to Stellaris, her eyes full of wonder. "But Stellaris," she asks, her voice a delicate symphony of innocence and awe, "are you also expecting a baby?"

Stellaris, a creature born of stars and now a young guardian, looks down at Eliza with a knowing smile. "Eliza," they explain with the patience of an ancient being, "my role in this cosmic dance is different. I am a child of the In-Betweens, but not in the way that you or Rachel are. I do not carry a new life in the traditional sense."

"But Stellaris," Eliza asks, her eyes wide with childlike fascination, "you speak of whispers and guardians. In what way do you carry new life?"

Stellaris, whose very essence seems to pulsate with the secrets of the cosmos, bends down to Eliza's level. "Eliza," they murmur, their voice a gentle ripple through the fabric of reality, "my existence is a bridge between worlds. I am a conduit for the whispers of fate, a guardian in the purest form of spirit. The whispers speak through me, guiding us all, much like the stars guide sailors across the night sky."

"Oh, Stellaris," Eliza says, her eyes sparkling with the realization, "you're like a storyteller! You bring the whispers of the cosmos to life, and they become true in our world, just like how my mom's stories create worlds in my mind. That's like giving birth to new life, isn't it?"

Stellaris nods, a soft chuckle resonating through the room. "Indeed, Eliza," they agree, their tentacles caressing the girl's cheek with the tender touch of a mother's love. "Storytelling is a powerful force, a way to shape reality itself. And in that sense, yes, I am a creator, much like how Rachel and Elara are bringing forth new guardians into the world."

In the days that followed, Eliza's curiosity grew as vast as the cosmos itself. She approached everyone she encountered in the cobblestone streets of the city, her pink dress swirling around her as she asked, "Are you with child?" Her innocent question was met with a variety of responses, from the amused chuckles of the townsfolk to the bewildered stares of passersby. Some took her question as a sign of her own nascent empathy, others as a peculiar game, but none could deny the earnestness in her voice or the hopeful sparkle in her eyes.

Eliza's inquiry became a local curiosity, whispered about in steampunk cafes and echoing through the corridors of the grand scientific institutions. Rachel and Elara watched with a mix of amusement and concern as their young ward sought to understand the intricacies of their shared destinies. Yet, amidst the confusion and whispers, Eliza remained steadfast in her quest for knowledge, a living embodiment of the boundless curiosity that had brought them all together in this interdimensional sanctum.

And so, dear reader, we find ourselves at the precipice of another profound revelation. The whispers of fate have woven their tapestry through our intrepid guardians, and now, with Eliza's innocent question, they ripple through the very fabric of the city. Only time will tell if the pregnancies of Rachel and Elara are but the first bloom in a cosmic bouquet, or an extraordinary exception in the grand tapestry of life.

But if one were to seek the truth behind such whispers, who better to consult than the enigmatic Dr. Elara Cogsworth? Her brass eyes and tireless mind, ever eager to dissect the mysteries of the In-Betweens, could surely unravel this latest cosmic conundrum. Will the whispers claim more souls in their quest for guardians? Only the ticking of the brass clocks and the whirring of her steampunk contraptions can offer us a glimpse into the ever-expanding universe of possibilities.

#gynecology #of sorts #pregnancy test #alien #steampunk #steampunksummoningtheserial #identity confusion #original fiction

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sun-god-els-day-off-chronology · 11 months ago

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Its in a god*damned christian book but i love devotionals for their loving and accepting spiritually divine natures,,, buddhism, they can tell i was into it yes.. my behavioiur..... and ghandi was a pervert.. sexist .. these men were sexist b@stards this was at least written by a woman.

RE ALIGN <3

CHAKRAS

TUNE UP

AND SPINE

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blossom765 · 5 years ago

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I'm still impressed by this show's representation. I'm glad they showed mental disorders in this.

And I feel like anorexia might be next. Can these kids not catch a break? ( I already know the answer to that )

#stars align #stars align nao #mental disorder representation #stard align toma #stars align yu

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ueberdemnebelmeer · 3 years ago

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Hi, do you let people use your gifs as mobile headers?

depends on the gifs in question, i'd rather you send me the permalink to the gifset it belongs to: it's tied to how much i metaphorically sweated over them 😅 i haven't said no to anyone yet but don't take it as a blanket statement

#answered #anon #i'd take header requests if it weren't that i need planets and stard perfectly aligned to gif

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come-to-the-day · 4 years ago

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And here is another comparison of the Bugs Bunny weight gain.

I selected the picture on the right because it actually shows Bugs with the most of chins. I’ll explain. In the episode, when we discover “Obese Bugs” for the first time, there is a series of shots where he gets closer and closer. When he is at the closest, his face also spots more chins than before. The first line, behind his teeth, is actually his lower lips. The line right under his teeth is his usual chin (compare with the thin picture). Then there is his big double chin - and we see here a tiny triple chin right behind it. Underneath it, it is actually his neck turned into one huge fat roll - since it goes in the front too, should it be considered a chin too? Or am I thinking this too much? Anyway.

I tried to find the best picture I could find to compare it to his usual thinness but it is not very conclusive because, well, I didn’t had any other picture where he stard directly into the camera, so to speak. I still managed to aligne the teeth/first chin/eyes.

#weight gain #male #obese #before after #comparison #overweight #cartoon #my favorites #looney tunes #anthropomorphic #bugs bunny #fat

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Can i get a pre-relationship headcanon for Jaskier please? Thank you!!

You abso-fruit-ly may!

How did they first meet?: How else? He tagged along with Geralt to a village and set up shop in a tavern. A tavern in which you happened to be renting a room and were peacefully sitting in a corner, trying to enjoy your meal -- until that fanciful fool began his caterwauling about fellatio or whatever innuendo nonsense he was playing a ditty about. You were more than happy to keep on trying to ignore him, passing him off as just another bawdy bard, when he started up a rousing round of a completely different song. A song that had been haunting you for the past year, no matter which village you hopped to, no matter how high the mountain or how low the valley: “Toss a coin to your Witcher, O valley of plenty, o valley of plenty Ooohh --” No . . . That bastard! You nearly caused a commotion when you practically jumped out of your seat, silverware and bowl of stew clattering against the warn wood. You weren’t even sure what you would actually do, but the primal part of you wanting nothing more than to shove a roll down this man’s throat to assure he would never sing that damned song again. But unfortunately, three things stopped you: Common sense, your embarrassment from having the eyes of the patrons on you, and the eyes of the bard. A brilliant and bright blue, paler than the sky, yet bluer than any flower you had ever seen. You might’ve been mystified by them, had he not cracked an annoyingly boyish grin at you and chuckled, “Well, it seems like the spook in the corner is even taken by the song. All together now! Toss a coin to your Witcher -- ” As the rest of the room chorused in, you sank back into your seat, embarrassed, irritated, completely flabbergasted, and now knowing who your enemy was.

What was their first impression of each other?: You thought of him as a peacock: Nice to look at, obnoxious to hear. Well, when he was talking, at least. And a little bit of his singing. It wasn’t that his voice (speaking or singing) was anything bad, rather, the man simply didn’t know when to shut up. Or what to sing about. And you also hated him for getting that damned Witcher song stuck in your head for the past year. You were actually much more interested in his Witcher companion, the muse of the song, if only because the white-haired man’s familiarity with nature and the supernatural better aligned with your personal interests of penning a proper field guide of the continent. In his arrogance, Jaskier admittedly saw you as a fan. He was, after all, in his groove of being an entertainer. In what he considers his defense, you certainly weren’t bad to look at -- definitely the prettiest little thing in there. He had every intention of strolling up to you after the song and perhaps convincing you into participating in what was sure to be the best, most spiritually orgasmic night of your life.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: Neither of you have any family to speak of (at least, not anyone you’re in contact enough for their thoughts to matter). And Geralt, being the closest and most consistent thing to a friend that Jaskier has in his nomadic lifestyle, didn’t have any especial feelings regarding the idea of you two being together. As far as the Witcher was concerned, you were just some guide-writer who decided to come along for the ride -- he never would’ve thought about you and Jaskier getting together romantically, especially considering your near constant bemusement towards the man’s antics.

Who felt romantic feelings first?: Jaskier, surprisingly. Maybe it has something to do with his draw towards people who are hard to achieve? Well, whatever the case, he’s pretty aware of his emotions. He doesn’t always voice them or act the most directly about them, depending, but once he’s aware of them, he knows they’re not going to go anywhere any time soon. So the moment he realized he actually liked you as more than just a travel companion and even more than just a potential bedmate, he just . . . let that feeling stay. Though, not without some drawbacks: The unfortunate thing about Jaskier is that when he’s really attracted to someone, all proper confidence in his actions and diction take a dramatic fall, leaving him a clumsy mess. You weren’t really sure what to make of it when you found the bard struggling to poeticize words around you. You wanted to recognize it as a sign of peace at last but truth be told, you’d grown used to his prose-y way of speaking. Dare you say . . . even fond of it? You eventually settled on being concerned about it. But then again, perhaps he was just tired? Well, whatever the case may be, you tried not to dwell on it. Though whenever the group broke camp the following month, or whenever you saw Jaskier attempting to pen his next song, you tried your best to offer him your services as a kind gesture. It was both a blessing, for it inspired him, and a curse, for the blush that flooded his cheeks mortified him.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?: You definitely tried to when you came to realize you not only liked him, but wanted to be with him. You didn’t want to be another notch in the bedpost for the infamous philanderer for one. And for another, you just simply couldn’t want to kiss the very man you’d been bumpy with the very moment he saw you . . . Right? Well, the gods tended to not be known for their fairness when it came to the affairs of the heart. Or sanity, for that matter. Even with rocky starts aside, you worried over what acting upon these feelings could mean: Would the dynamic of the group change if you and Jaskier were to become romantically involved? Was Jaskier even capable of remaining loyal to you? What if things ende dup not working out? Would it be best if you left? Would Jaskier leave? . . . Would Jaskier even want to be with you at all!? The thought made your stomach cringe, forcing you to think back and regret the annoyance you displayed towards him when you’d first met. As far as you saw it, you had fucked up: You fucked up for acting as you had, and now you fucked up for falling for the silly man. All the while, Geralt is watching you two morons and just grunting with exasperation.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?: Honestly, it would probably still play out about the same: With Jaskier being a lackadaisical moron at the beginning of it, and you annoyed by his presence but also reluctant about your own. “If we’re soulmates, then we’ll inevitably get together,” is Jaskier’s logic. So he’ll sing to you and bat those pretty blue eyes of his, but ultimately he’s not going to go out of his way to be especially directed at you. At first. The moment you begin to indicate that you might seek affection tailored to you in another man, Jaskier gets nervous: You’re supposed to be soulmates, right? You shouldn’t be able to live without him . . . right? It eventually becomes evident that this is not the case: Soulmates or not, if he wants to keep you, he has to actually make an effort. And an effort, he does try to make: Of course, he still goes to tried-and-trues by devoting songs to you. But what he also may do is spend some of his coin on art supplies or new notebooks for you to write and sketch in whenever you come to wealthier areas that might offer leather-bound books. He actually sits and talks with you and listens to you tell him about your findings, what made you want to create a field guide in the first place, etc. And then it turns to talks about the future: Do you ever want to settle down? Do you want to have kids? Do you ever plan on going back to the city from which you originated from, or will you just go back to the place you loved the most on your voyages? And he commits these things to memory. Sometimes, when you’re at a pub and he premiers his newest work, you hear traces and references to your conversations woven into the lyrics: They create tapestries of beasts you’ve encountered, rivers you’ve ridden along, and the mountaintop views you sometimes still dream about. And it’s in those words that you know that in spite of how he acted earlier, this soulmate business really is important to Jaskier: For all intents and purposes, he truly wants to entwine your souls by marrying his love of music and your love of the world together. And as stubborn as you are at first about it, once you see how hard he’s willing to work, you don’t think you would mind that. In due time, of course.

Thanks for asking!

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #jaskier imagine #the witcher imagines #the witcher imagine #regrettablewritings #character ship meme #character ship headcanons

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It’s 11:59 and I’m preparing myself for a day of no sleep while belting a Mongolian cover of sad but true by Metallica as loud as possible while I shower because 1. This cover by The Hu absolutely bops and 2. Because my b#stard neighbours kept me awake all damn night with constant and I know they’re still up there enjoying the music with me because I keep hearing them bang something on the floor really hard and I severely hope they also love the next song to come on 😇 10/10 promise I don’t have a playlist specifically for this situation but if anyone has any recommendations to add that unwilling, irritating ears will positively adore please let me know 😇

Looks like you're having A Day! Honestly, I only listen to pop music and most of it is Taylor Swift but maybe my followers can recommend some music that aligns your taste! Feel free to comment below with your music recs 🎶

anonymously tell me what time it is and what you're thinking about

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I love when i can get my har to curly just rught. It depends on dampness of air and if ove wqshed it that dsy, but ehwn thr stard align , i can get thpse real nice, sharp curls

Today isnt one of those dayd , but i still lovde my hairs causd they messy >:^)

#goblin #goblincore #gremlin #boys with curly hair

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Alright, first get this out there. After all these years of emotional abuse and Ryouma doing his best to get her to stop treating Touma that way, she is going to stop emotionally abusing him after whatever just happened. You'd usually need family therapy in cases like this. Or is she just faking? Like I don't get it. She says things like I never wanted to be your mother and feels such disgust and antagonism towards him for years and now she just stops because Ryouma did whatever he did. Okay, I am expecting some big answers and flashbacks to sort this out. Like this just doesn't make sense.

Now, I'm assuming that Rintarou and Touma might be brothers. So, why'd she keep Touma and not Rintarou? Why'd she reach out to Rintarou after all this time? And did Rintarou get the story wrong about his mom being too young to take care of kids? She likes Ryouma so I'm guessing she had him when she was married and old enough so what's the story behind Touma's and Rintarou's birth? And are you telling me she was so hateful towards Touma because she had him when she was young and her favorite kid asked not to give him up for adoption? That's the reason?! Bitch, this is your own fault for not putting him up for adoption. I highly doubt you can blame it on Touma that you listened to your son and didn't give baby Touma the chance to get better parents.

I mean, I thought maybe her husband cheated on her and he had Touma with another woman. Maybe there I'd understand her feelings. I still wouldn't like her but I'd understand why these feelings exist. But, if you yourself had this child and you yourself kept it because you yourself listened to a who-knows-how-old child who probably was too young to understand your feelings and you yourself knew the kind of feelings you had towards and innocent child everyday then you yourself should be able to use some common sense and realize that you are not going to be a good mother and you should give this child up to a better future no matter what your other kid says.

I honestly don't know how I can like this person. I just hope that Touma doesn't just forgive her the second she says she's sorry. Because years and years of emotional abuse have really beaten him down and that was pretty confirmed this episode. She does not deserve her child's forgiveness. Honestly, Touma just needs to leave that house and stay with a friend. He just cannot be around that environment anymore. And his mom needs to go to therapy to get her shit sorted out. Having problems isn't an excuse to ruin someone else's life and mental health.

But, maybe Rintarou and Touma aren't brothers and we just have no idea who Touma and his mom are talking about. ( Time line is a little off any way ). But, if they are then that is going to be one hell of an awkward conversation.

On a last note and sort of a damper one, I think we've confirmed that this shows needs a second season. I don't think one has been confirmed or anything but there is just too much shit to wrap up in one episode. This needs a season 2 so bad

#stard align #hoshiai no sora #stars align toma #stars align touma #stars align Ryouma #stars align Rintarou

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The Democrat Party and its supporters have largely backed and excused the behavior of the far-left group known as Antifa. When Antifa loots businesses, smashes windows, and trashes communities, the left-wing calls it “peaceful protest.”

It appears as though Democrats believed that aligning themselves with Antifa would shield them from the group’s wrath; however, the reality has shown that this belief simply is not true.

“Joe Biden supporters” (CC BY-SA 2.0) by Gage Skidmore

Over the past weekend, Antifa went on a rampage in Portland, Oregon. They not only trashed Portland, but also descended upon the Democrats’ Multnomah County headquarters.

While going after this location, Antifa also lashed out at Biden supporters, police officers, etc., according to Townhall.

What Antifa Really Thinks About the Democrat Party

In one of the latest Antifa riots, they made their disdain for government and democracy quite apparent. Not only did they tear up Democrats’ headquarters in Multnomah County, but Antifa also went after supporters of Joe Biden; this is in spite of Biden supporters being some of the biggest defenders and apologists for Antifa.

Antifa smashed the windows of the Multnomah County Democrats building in NE Portland tonight during a planned “no presidents” riot. #PortlandRiots #antifa #BLM pic.twitter.com/1jl0tgamDM

— Andy Ngô (@MrAndyNgo) November 9, 2020

After writing “f*ck Biden” on the building in Multnomah County, Antifa also expressed the sentiment that “all cops are b*stards” in graffiti as well. Needless to say, some of the individuals responsible for the aforementioned crimes faced apprehension from law enforcement.

Following the incident in Portland, others had to clean up behind Antifa; this meant painting over the anarchy signs, anti-police symbolism, and anti-Biden slogans that the group defaced Democrat headquarters with.

Regular Choas in Portland

For most of this year, Portland has maintained its position as home to violence, riots, and other similar disturbances. The city’s Democrat mayor refuses to act to restore peace and civility; likewise, Oregon’s leftist governor also isn’t making any moves to ensure that law and order is upheld.

Until leadership changes in these leftist cities, Americans can expect more similar displays from Antifa, Black Lives Matter, and other far-left, militant groups. As long as Democrats call these displays “peaceful protests” and refuse to acknowledge crime for what it is, these types of situations will only continue and worsen.

The Multnomah County Democrats building in NE Portland was smashed up tonight by antifa in a planned direct action. Almost immediately after the attack, the anarchist graffiti on the office was painted over. #PortlandRiots #antifa #BLM pic.twitter.com/WvWvZwcJjY

— Andy Ngô (@MrAndyNgo) November 9, 2020

Thus far, liberal mayors and governors across America have made no indications that they plan to protect their communities. This is why Americans continue to learn about these outbreaks of destruction in the same places over and over again.

Are you surprised that Antifa went after Democrats, despite the left’s support and justifications for Antifa’s behavior? Let us know down below in the comments section!

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Confira os certificados oficiais de vendas de Shakira no México

Shakira é uma das poucas artistas verdadeiramente globais. Sua música está presente nos 4 cantos cantos do planeta, sejam seus sucessos em inglês, sejam seus sucessos em espanhol. A cantora é recordista de vendas nos mais diferentes mercados. Segundo sua casa discográfica, a colombiana já vendeu mais de 120 milhões de cópias em todo o mundo, somando a venda de singles e álbuns. O Shakira Brasil tem feito uma série de reportagens especiais sobre os certificados de vendas emitidos por organismos oficiais ao redor do mundo. Já falamos sobre o Brasil, os Estados Unidos da América e agora nossa terceira matéria aterrissa em solo mexicano.

O México é um dos 13 maiores mercados fonográficos do mundo, segundo a Federação Internacional da Indústria Fonográfica (IFPI). No país, o órgão responsável pela emissão dos certificados de vendas de singles e álbuns é La Asociación Mexicana de Productores de Fonogramas y Videogramas (AMPROFON). Quando um rótulo associado à AMPROFON deseja reconhecer um de seus álbuns ou vídeos de música em formato físico ou digital por seu volume de vendas, deve enviar à entidade a solicitação correspondente juntamente com o relatório de vendas e cópia do original do rótulo (documento que contém o detalhe do produto a ser certificado como o nome do álbum ou vídeo musical, incluindo temas, duração, intérprete, compositor, etc.) Uma vez que a documentação correspondente é recebida, a AMPROFON verifica se os dados contidos no rótulo original e no relatório de vendas correspondem ao produto mencionado na aplicação e verifica se o volume de unidades vendidas desde a data de lançamento atende aos critérios estabelecidos. Se o aplicativo cumprir as diretrizes, a AMPROFON envia à empresa um documento de certificação de vendas para entrega do reconhecimento e registros correspondentes em seu banco de dados.

Shakira é a artista feminina com o maior volume de vendas certificadas no México. A colombiana soma quase 4 milhões de singles e álbuns certificados no país, mais que o dobro da segunda colocada. São 3,845,000 cópias totais contra 1, 890,00 de Thalia. Adele aparece na 3ª colocação com 1,590,00, seguida por Britney Spears (1,175,00). Na lista ainda aparecem cantoras como Katy Perry (840,000), Madonna (610,000), Lady Gaga (330,000), Rihanna (290,000) e Beyoncé (130,000).

Os critérios de certificação de álbuns, vídeos, ringtones e singles pela AMPROFON variam de acordo com o ano de lançamento da produção discográfica.

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Confira todos os trabalhos certificados de Shakira no México:

Dónde Están Los Ladrones (Álbum): 2 x platina = 500 mil cópias

Shakira MTV Unplugged (Álbum): platina = 150 mil cópias

Servício de Lavanderia (Álbum): 2x platina = 300 mil cópias

Grandes Êxitos (Álbum): 1 platina e 1 ouro = 225 mil cópias

Shakira En Vivo Y Privado (Álbum): ouro = 50 mil cópias

Fijación Oral Vol 1 (Álbum): 3x platina = 300 mil cópias

Oral Fixation Vol 2 (Álbum): 1 platina e 1 ouro = 150 mil cópias

Hips Don’t Lie Bamboo (master ringtone): platina = 100 mil cópias

Hips Don’t Lie English Version (master ringtone): 2x platina = 200 mil cópias

Hips Don’t Lie Spanish Version(master ringtone): platina = 100 mil cópias

La Tortura (master ringtone): ouro = 50 mil cópias

Tour Fijación Oral (Álbum): platina = 100 mil cópias

Hips Don’t Lie Clean Version (master ringtone): platina e ouro = 150 mil cópias

Loba (Álbum): 2x platina = 120 mil cópias

Sale el Sol (Álbum): platina e ouro = 90 mil cópias

Waka Waka (single): 2x platina = 120 mil cópias

Loca (single): 2x platina = 120 mil cópias

Loba (single): platina = 60 mil cópias

Gitana (single): ouro = 30 mil cópias

Sale el Sol (single): ouro = 30 mil cópias

Rabiosa (single): 2x platina = 120 mil cópias

En Vivo Desde París (Álbum): platina e ouro = 90 mil cópias

Addicted to You (single): platina = 60 mil cópias

Get It Starded (single): ouro = 30 mil cópias

Antes de Las Seis (single): ouro = 30 mil cópias

Can’t Remember To Forget You (single): platina = 60 mil cópias

La La La (single): ouro = 30 mil cópias

La Bicicleta (single): platina e ouro = 90 mil cópias

Chantaje (single): platina = 60 mil cópias

Vale lembrar que os certificados da era El Dorado carecem de atualização, uma vez que a AMPROFON só registra em seu banco de dados as certificações emitidas no ano anterior, sendo assim os certificados emitidos este ano só estarão disponíveis no banco de dados público a partir de 2018.

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One thing is for sure, this had to set a record for the quietest Rallycross race in history! Past that these things haul AZZ and Ken Block just took home the first ever all electric World Rallycross victory!

“Höljes Sweden is one of my favorite rallycross tracks of all time. This time we were there to race the all-new and all-electric Ford Fiesta ERX, built by STARD Austria for the FIA’s new World Rallycross Projekt E race series. I was lucky enough to bring home the hardware and come away with the first ever win of the series. “

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VIDEO: Ken Block Wins First Electric World Rallycross Race! SOURCE: Ken Block One thing is for sure, this had to set a record for the quietest Rallycross race in history!

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Manipulating HTML5 Canvas Using Konva: Part 3, Complex Shapes and Sprites

In the second tutorial of this series, you learned how to draw basic shapes using Konva. You can combine the basic shapes one way or another to create stars, rings, arrows, clocks, or a hut. Konva also allows you to create some common complex shapes by using built-in functions provided by the library.

In this tutorial, you will learn how to create stars and rings in Konva. After that, we will discuss how to write text using Konva and how to write it along a specific path. You will also learn how to draw images and sprites on a canvas using Konva.

Drawing Stars and Rings

Compared to a lot of other complex shapes that you can draw on the canvas, a star shape is one of the most common. With the right set of values, you can also turn pointy stars into simple badge-like shapes. Konva allows you to draw stars using the Konva.Star() object.

You can specify the number of spikes that a star should have using the numPoints property. You can control the size of those spikes using the innerRadius and outerRadius properties. A large difference in the value of these properties will make the stars more spiky. Setting the outer radius equal to the inner radius will create a regular polygon with the number of sides double the value of numPoints. Varying the values of numPoints, innerRadius, and outerRadius can result in some interesting shapes.

As usual, you can rotate and scale the star shapes that you create using the rotation, scale, scaleX, and scaleY properties. Similarly, you can control the opacity of a star using the opacity property and show or hide it with the help of the visible property.

Rings in Konva consist of a bigger solid circle and a smaller hollow circle laid over it. The radius of the inner circle is specified using the innerRadius property, and the radius of the outer circle is specified using the outerRadius property. The x and y properties control the position of the center of the star.

You can scale and rotate the rings that you create using the scaleX, scaleY, scale, and rotation properties. However, keep in mind that rotation won't seem to have any effect unless you have scaled the ring with different magnitudes in the x and y direction.

In the following example, I have overlaid multiple star and ring shapes together to create a nice pattern. The three stars and two rings in the pattern are concentric. Keep in mind that whenever you are trying to create something like this, always draw the biggest shape first. If I had added starA later to the layer, it would have covered all the smaller rings and stars, hiding them from the viewers.

Text and TextPath in Konva

You can write text on a canvas using the Konva.Text() object. When creating a text object, you can specify the value for font family, font size, font style, and font variant using the fontFamily, fontSize, fontStyle, and fontVariant properties. The default font family is Arial, and the default font size is 12. You can set the fontStyle property to normal, bold, or italic. Similarly, fontVariant can be set to either normal or smallcaps.

The actual text that you want to write can be specified using the text property. If there is not enough space between lines in a multi-line comment, you can increase it using the lineHeight property.

The top-left point from which Konva should start writing the text is specified using the x and y properties. You can limit the width of the text using the width property. Any text that you write will be left aligned by default. You can align it to right or center using the align property.

In the above example, you should note that I have added textB to the layer after adding all other elements. This way we can make sure that the actual quote stays on top of all other shapes.

The text that you write on the canvas doesn't have to follow straight lines. You can also provide a path for the text to follow using the data property. The path is provided in the form of an SVG data string and can include commands to follow lines, curves, and arcs.

One important thing you should remember is that the text which you want to write along a specific path has to be created using the Konva.TextPath() object. Here is an example that provides the path for the text to follow in the form of a Cubic Bezier curve.

Drawing Images and Sprites Using Konva

You should now be able to create a variety of shapes using the methods that we have discussed in this and the previous tutorial, but sometimes it makes more sense to directly use an image when trying to draw a graphic on the canvas. Konva allows you to draw images using the Konva.Image() object.

The position of the top-left corner of an image is determined by the value of the x and y properties. Similarly, its width and height are specified using the width and height properties. The values of the width and height properties don't have to be equal to the actual dimensions of the image. You can also scale or rotate the image using the rotation, scale, scaleX, and scaleY properties.

It is worth noticing that in the above code, I instantiated the Konva.Image() object after the image had already loaded. Trying to instantiate the Konva.Image() object before the image has loaded will result in an error. The image of the field has been taken from Pixabay.

Konva also allows you to render sprites on the canvas with the help of the Konva.Sprite() object. The only difference is that this time you have to use the animation and animations keys in addition to the image key that we used earlier while rendering the image.

The animation key accepts a string that specifies the id of the animation to be played. The animations key accepts an object that stores the animation map for the sprite as its value. You can control the rate at which a sprite animation should be played using the frameRate property.

The width and height of our hero sprite are 80px and 94px respectively. I have used these values to tell Konva the position of a sprite that should be shown while playing a specific animation sequence. Each animation sequence has been given an id to identify what the hero is doing. This id is used later when you want to tell Konva which animation it should play. Just like the previous example, I have instantiated the hero after the image loads in order to avoid errors.

The hero sprite sheet that we are using in the demo was created by tokka. I have also used the same image in the Crafty Beyond the Basics: Sprites tutorial to create a sprite animation. The tutorials in that series show you how to create a simple 2D game using Crafty.

Coming back to Konva, the following example shows a walking and jumping hero animation. The hero at the bottom has a higher frameRate value, which makes it appear as if the hero is running at superhuman speeds.

Final Thoughts

After completing the second and third tutorials, you should now be able to create a lot of shapes, patterns, and designs by yourself using Konva. The last section also showed you how to draw images and sprites on your canvas. This ought to cover all your drawing-related needs.

If you have any questions related to this tutorial, I would be glad to help. The next tutorial will teach you how to fill your shapes with gradients and how to apply shadows on anything that you draw on the canvas.

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