#Singapore Branch

[tsukikoayanosuke]

I wish every Twisted-Wonderland En player good luck for the potential Halloween/Glorious Masquerade back-to-back.

[what-the-fuck-khr]

I’ve been hearing about the TikTok ban in America and man. wow. like genuinely wow

[kidstherapy]

How Child Psychologists Can Help Kids Overcome Anxiety and Depression in Singapore?

Child anxiety and depression have become increasingly common in today's fast-paced world, especially among young people facing academic pressure, social challenges, and uncertainty about the future. In Singapore, parents are becoming more aware of these issues and seeking professional help to support their children.

A child psychologist in Singapore can play a pivotal role in helping children navigate emotional challenges and develop healthier coping mechanisms.

Understanding Child Psychology

Child psychology studies children's mental, emotional, and behavioral development. It helps uncover how children process the world around them and manage their emotions, thoughts, and relationships. When children experience anxiety and depression, they may struggle to express their feelings or understand what's happening to them. Child psychologists are trained professionals who understand and address these issues through tailored interventions.

Child counselling services in Singapore are designed to offer children a safe, nonjudgmental space to express their emotions. Through these sessions, child psychologists can help children develop emotional intelligence, build resilience, and overcome challenges.

Signs Your Child May Need a Child Therapist

Identifying when your child may need professional help can be challenging. However, common signs that they may benefit from seeing a child therapist include:

Persistent sadness or withdrawal

Frequent emotional outbursts or irritability

Difficulty sleeping or concentrating

Physical complaints like headaches or stomachaches with no medical cause

Loss of interest in activities they used to enjoy

Expressing feelings of hopelessness or low self-worth

When these symptoms persist, you must seek professional support from a child psychologist in Singapore to help your child develop strategies to cope with their emotions.

 

How Child Psychologists Can Help

Personalized Therapy Sessions

A child psychologist will create a customized plan to address your child's specific needs. It may include cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT), play therapy, or other approaches that help children better understand and manage their thoughts and feelings. In depression therapy in Singapore, CBT is particularly effective in assisting children to change negative thinking patterns and build healthier coping skills.

Parental Guidance

In addition to working with the child, child counselling in Singapore often includes sessions with parents to guide them on supporting their child at home. Parental involvement is crucial to reinforce positive behaviors and maintain open communication with the child.

Building Coping Mechanisms

A vital part of a child psychologist's work is helping children build coping mechanisms that reduce their anxiety and depression symptoms. Children learn to regulate their emotions through mindfulness practices, breathing exercises, or expressive art in a safe and supportive environment.

 

Why Depression Therapy in Singapore is Crucial for Kids

Depression can affect children just as severely as adults, leading to long-term consequences if not addressed early. Depression therapy in Singapore aims to address the root causes of depression and provide children with the tools to manage their emotions. Therapy helps kids understand their feelings are valid and teaches them how to express them healthily.

Parents can ensure their children receive the care they need by seeking the right child therapist in Singapore. With proper support, children can overcome the struggles of anxiety and depression and lead happier, more fulfilling lives.

In a Nutshell

In Singapore, the role of a child psychologist is more critical than ever in helping children navigate the pressures of modern life. Through child counselling in Singapore and personalized treatment plans, child psychologists can offer practical solutions for children struggling with anxiety and depression. Early intervention and professional support are essential for a child's emotional well-being, and seeking a qualified child therapist can make all the difference.

Contact us today and let's build a resilient, brighter future together—starting now.

About the Author: Kids Therapy is a division of Olive Branch Psychology and Counselling Services. At Kids Therapy, we offer an integrative therapeutic approach to help children between the ages of 3-12 express their feelings and prevent or resolve their psychosocial and behavioral challenges. The process allows a child to develop better social integration, growth and development, emotional modulation, and trauma resolution. We believe the ‘one-size-fits-all’ approach to the therapeutic process does not work.

We take an integrative approach to psychotherapy, combining different elements of specific therapies, including cognitive, behavioral, physiological, and psychological aspects of the child, to address the issues and concerns. Your child is unique and special! .

[knightofleo]

Finalists of the 2023 Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards

Dispute by Jacek Stankiewicz from Kraków, Poland: 'I caught this scene while watching birds in the Bialowieza Forest. Young greenfinch was still fed by parents. However, from time to time birds looked like having argument. My friends interpret this scene in two ways: A young naughty kid is arguing with a parent. Or one kid is reporting to the parent that its brother did something wrong: "Look he has broken the glass in the window"'

'Excuse me sir but I think you're a little too young to be smoking' by Dakota Vaccaro from Victor, United States: 'While I was working deep in the Virginian woods, a family of grey foxes took up residence under the deck of the abandoned cottage next to my work housing. One day while practicing their hunting skills on bits of moss and branches, one of the kits lunged at a small chunk of wood and started rolling around with his prize. Tired after his hunt the kit lounged on his belly still holding the wood in his mouth which gave the strong resemblance of a cigar. I was very envious of the kit at this moment cause who wouldn't want to just lay around all day relaxing'

The Rainforest Dandy by Delphine Casimir from Brussels, Belgium: 'This picture was taken in the monkey forest in Ubud, Bali. This place is a crazy place where monkeys are king! Sometimes they give a show, sometimes they climb on you to look for fleas or steal the piece of biscuit you are trying to eat'

Otter Ballerinas by Otter Kwek from Singapore: 'An arabesque smooth coated otter'

Picture me! Picture me!! by Dikla Gabriely from Yokneam, Israel: 'A brown bear in Finland who definitely did everything to make me pay attention to him and focus on him and not the other bears'

Boing! by Lara Mathews from Melbourne, Australia: 'Taken at Westerfolds Park, a beautiful and surprisingly wild pocket of land in the eastern suburbs of Melbourne, famous for its kangaroo population. The mob was enjoying some morning sunshine when this joey decided to get silly and try his hand at boxing'

Living the Moment by Kawing Chiu from Staten Island, United States: 'Relax, lay back and enjoy the warm sun... This seal is scratching its face and it is seen lying on the side while his head is supported by his flipper. This image makes the seal like the reclining Buddha statue'

[chawsl]

The Executive: An Elected Dictatorship?

[gguk-n]

if you still take requests would you like to write an oscar x reader where they got to know by a coincident and the reader knows absolutely nothing abt f1 and also not oscar so when he was like I drive for f1 she was like wtf should I do with that information??

She doesn’t like cars

{Reader’s POV}

I met Oscar at a grocery store after I had moved to Monaco. The company I worked at were establishing a new branch here and wanted me to help smooth out the process. Who was I to say no to an opportunity of a life time? But being away from friends and family got very difficult when you enjoy being around people.

I only got the weekend off; so I had to make the best of the situation. I was grabbing milk at the grocery store when another hand grabbed the same carton. I looked at the tall, handsome man next to me; “I grabbed that first” I said. “Sorry” he quietly apologised and moved on. We kept running into each other in different isles and the more I stared at him and his toned thighs I found myself drooling. Well, it’s not everyday an attractive man keeps running into you. So, I did what any rational single woman would do and asked him out. To my surprise, he said yes. I doubt myself too much sometimes, I had thought.

We started going out on dates and spending time together. He was rich and had a pretty decent apartment he owned, from what I gathered. He must make quite a decent amount or he comes from money since he’s constantly away on what I assume are business trips over the weekends every few weeks. Did I ask what he did? No. Did he ask what I did? Not particularly. But I did give him my business card.

We were cuddling on one of these days while Oscar was raking his fingers through my hair; “You always help me feel normal” he whispered. “You make me feel rich” I giggled. “What’s mine’s yours babe” he retorted. “Sure, darling” I muttered. “I’ll be gone over the weekend, again” he said stopping his hand movement. “Again? Don’t you think your boss hates you or something with how much they make you go on trips or maybe they love you” I voiced my concern. Oscar laughed a deep laugh which sent vibrations through my body. “Baby, I know this year’s schedule has been a little more hectic with more races” he lamented. “What races?” I asked. “Formula One races” he replied quizzically. “What’s that?” I asked narrowing my eyes. “You don’t know?” He questioned. “Don’t make me feel stupid for not knowing” I whined.

Oscar sighed before speaking, “so, what you’re saying is all this time you had no clue that I was a Formula One driver?” he asked. “Do you test cars or something. I thought they had dummies for that” I quizzed. Oscar was now sat up an amused expression on his face. “No baby, I drive for McLaren” he explained. “Good for you?” I said slowly, I didn’t want him to feel bad about his job or the fact that I knew nothing about it. But since when did they pay test drivers so much?

Oscar started laughing, “that’s it. Take the weekend off. We’re going to Singapore” he announced. “Not this suddenly” I said. “It’s next week. We’ll fly together. Can’t have my girlfriend not knowing what I do for work” he announced kissing my lips.

My interest was piqued so I ended up googling Formula One. My jaw was on the floor when I realised that Oscar was one of the twenty drivers; he was crème de la crème when it came to motor sport. We’d been dating for a while and I knew nothing about what he did, no wonder he owned a place in Monaco; I couldn’t help but laugh. But in my defence my country isn’t huge on motor sports, so I’m sure Oscar can forgive me.

“You didn’t tell me you won 2 races” I announced after finishing dinner that day. “Oh! Did you google me?” He asked. “Nope, I google formula one and you were on top of the list for the previous race. Then I googled you” I explained. Oscar nodded. I sat down on Oscar’s lap, facing him. “Can’t believe you make so much money and let me pay for our meals” I said shaking my head. “That was one time and you insisted” Oscar explained. “Still” I whined. “Can’t wait to watch you win, people say you are really good” I smirked. “Yeah” he said. “Cocky much.” I laughed. “Maybe you can show me how good you are, now” I winked. “I can show you how good I am in everything” he smirked. “I love you, race winner Oscar Piastri” I said kissing him. “Love the ring of it. Gonna have to win more now” he whispered. “Can’t wait to watch you” I mumbled pulling him in for another kiss

[crevicedwelling]

fun Singapore moment: I was walking along the trail at Bukit Timah, eyes to the ground looking for flatworms in the drainage channel, completely oblivious to the fact I was about to walk directly into a 3-meter long keeled rat snake. I’d thought it was a branch until I realized it was staring at me.

it was very polite though, and after I apologized for not noticing it returned to calmly foraging for a meal in the leaf litter. I followed it for a few minutes until it decided the other side of the path might have better food.

an impressive animal, probably the largest wild snake I’ve ever seen. I hope it found a skink or perhaps a juicy frog

(Pytas carinata)

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

Okay, so I'm gonna contribute to the discourse as someone who did research at both Khao Khaew and the now demolished Dusit Zoo, both part of the Zoological Parks Association Under Royal Patronage (ZPA). And as someone familiar with the workings of AZA zoos as a contrast.

I will concede that on one hand, standards and practices leave a lot to be desired. Unfortunately part of it is connected to the same social norms that have allowed JJ Market to continue the exotic pet trade, animal cafes and roadside zoos to proliferate, and people to own trendy dog breeds that clearly don't belong in Bangkok. And it's what leads to a lot of stereotypic and distressed behaviors passed off as cute (including but not limited to Moo Deng); this is before the toxic element of social media is added to the mix.

There's also economics. Yes, Thailand is technically an industrialized country, but in the same way that Indonesia and Vietnam are (contrast with Singapore, which is proportionately ahead of most Western countries). It's important to see what's between those gleaming skyscrapers. And that is a contributing factor to a lot of resource shortfalls for the zoos themselves; that's not getting into COVID and the ripple effect of closing Dusit Zoo without an alternative in place.

In that regard, the damning thing is that the standards of ZPA zoos are actually leaps and bounds ahead of not just the country but the region (minus Singapore; I would argue that it's actually unproductive to bring its zoo up as a comparison). Like look at Pata and the now defunct Tiger Temple; places that Westerners reveled in as late as the 00s. At least in ZPA case, they have also done essential conservation work; especially for clouded leopards, hornbills, and sun bears.

That doesn't make it any less WTF when I see a lot of clout-chasing vids that

Still part of me can't help but get defensive at the manner of fixation from a primarily western crowd. Both from those who use Western/Industrialized zoos as a way to contrast, as well as the PETA-types.

I do *not* think you yourself are being racist. If anything it's paternalistic to assume that a zoo in Thailand can't be held to higher standards. *However*, I have found a very patronizing mentality among many other western critics that does veer into racism frequently. You are already familiar with the way anti-zoo folks will take something out of context to fit their agenda; now force that through an othering lens.

At the same time, I will concede Thais are glossing over issues and practices when they rush to defend KKZ. Considering the context of how they are approached, I empathize with why they are defensive. But many do downplay and refuse to tackle the aforementioned social norm in how animal husbandry is viewed by wider populace.

TLDR: KKZ and the other ZPA branches have a ton of issues, a lot of those issues are socially systemic, and there should be pressure to reform. At the same time, it shouldn't get canceled, especially considering the important bts work it does and especially the immediate alternatives. And that pressure to reform should be accompanied by resources.

Hey there I really appreciate you sharing your research into the facilities! My intention of the posts has never been to "cancel" the zoo or to dictate their protocols. I don't believe in any sort of western dictation to other countries.

Honestly, I completely understand the defensiveness towards criticism of the handling of Moo Deng - she's an icon, she's brought in millions of dollars into the Thailand economy and the zoo's profits. Tourists are travelling all around the world to see her!

Although it has gotten to the point where their defensiveness is veering into delusion, with people insisting that pygmy hippos love it when you smack them and chase them around so it's fine actually... but I digress...

And I'm sure that the keeper thinks what he's doing is completely fine and not an issue. And if it generates clicks and views, that's good for the zoo, right? So why would they see any point in changing their practises?

I guess my hope is that maybe they might use those millions of dollars to improve conditions for the animals and the staff, provide resources for collaboration with zoos like Singapore Zoo and give keepers more resources to review and improve current pracises.

But they won't do that if their current poor animal husbandry practises are reinforced with clout and feverant defense of the keepers (it's actually kind of amazing how loyal people are to this one keeper!)

So now they have money and potentially more resources from this whole thing - but they're probably not going to use it to change practises that got them that money in the first place.

Anyway, I agree with your points and you've summed it up well!

[probablyasocialecologist]

In 1940s Britain, at a time before fast food and ready meals were staples of the British high street and in a country struggling to deal with the ramifications of war, a popular new restaurant chain was established. It served high-quality meals at reasonable prices, attracted customers from the full spectrum of British society, and grew at a rate of 10 new sites a week at its most popular. The brains behind the operation? The British government, led by the prime minister, Winston Churchill. Churchill’s British Restaurants, a chain of government-funded canteens offering nutritious price-capped meals, were intended to counter inflation in food and fuel prices related to the war, as well as to boost community spirit. At their peak, there were more British Restaurants across the UK than there are branches of McDonald’s or Wetherspoons today. Now a new report is calling for the return of a “national restaurant service” in some form, as a way to tackle contemporary issues such as health inequality, food insecurity and even climate change in the UK. A forthcoming report entitled Public diners: the idea whose time has come, by food policy NGO Nourish Scotland, marks the beginning of a campaign to introduce restaurants as a new piece of national infrastructure, a call backed by politicians and experts. A public diner, according to the report, is a state-subsidised eatery serving quality and ethically produced food at affordable prices. Crucially, says Nourish Scotland, they are neither charity nor a treat, but rather everyday eating places for entire communities to access.

[...]

Last year hospital data showed the number of patients in England and Wales being treated for nutritional deficiencies had tripled in a decade while a January 2024 survey by the Food Foundation found 20% of UK households with children reported experiencing food insecurity. And, Nourish Scotland says, ingredients could be sourced from organic farms, reducing unsustainable food production practices and food waste, and stimulating local economies. Public diners have already been realised elsewhere in the world. In Poland, government-funded “milk bars” (bar mleczny) gained popularity in the communist era as a way to serve traditional home-cooked food at low prices, and remain numerous today. Singapore’s “hawker centres”, market-style community dining rooms, emerged as part of the nation’s urban redevelopment following independence, and bring an array of street sellers under one roof to ensure vendors’ access to ingredients and space, as well as food hygiene standards and choice for consumers. The call for state-subsidised dining in the UK comes amid a growing international movement for public restaurants as key infrastructure.

31 August 2024

See also I Dream of Canteens, by Rebecca May Johnson

[sorcerer-felix]

Cocksure in the Corporate World

Anonym hat gefragt:

Loved your last story. I am a female just trying to make it in a man's world. Can you show me what a life as a man would be like? I work in the corporate world.

In the bustling headquarters of a renowned corporation, you sat at your desk, meticulously reviewing the day's work. Your curly brown hair, a touch of casualness in an otherwise professional ensemble, frames your focused face. As a Senior Administrative Manager, you've climbed the corporate ladder with dedication and precision, ensuring every task for the Singapore branch is executed flawlessly. Your attention to detail is legendary among your colleagues, who often seek your guidance.

Especially Peter, your neighbor at the adjacent desk, seemed to rely on your support more than anyone else. Peter, a few years your junior, is the antithesis of your meticulous nature. His charm and intelligence are undeniable, but his approach to work is carefree, almost reckless. He's the life of the office, always sharing stories of his latest romantic conquests, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As you finished up the report, you can't help but reflect on your relationship with Peter. He's like a little brother to you, always in need of guidance, especially when it comes to his work. You've been cleaning up after him for years, ensuring his reports are accurate and his deadlines are met. Despite his lack of attention to detail, he's intelligent and likable, always bringing a smile to your face with his antics.

Suddenly, a hush fall over the office as your boss called Peter into his chamber. You exchanged a concerned look with Peter, who shrugged nonchalantly and headed into the meeting. You knew he's been a bit lax with his work lately, and you couldn't help but worry. "I've told you to be more careful, Peter," you muttered under your breath as you watched him go. "But don't fret, we'll sort this out." Time seemed to crawl as you waited for Peter's return. Finally, he emerged from the boss's office, a broad smile plastered on his face. "You'll never guess what!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. "The boss offered me the Team Head position in Singapore!" Your jaw dropped, and for a moment, you couldn't find your voice. You were happy for Peter, but the promotion stings. You've been working tirelessly, putting in long hours, and yet Peter, with his carefree attitude, has leapfrogged over you. "That's wonderful, Peter," you managed to say, forcing a smile. "Congratulations."

As you congratulated him, a part of you wondered if it's because he's a man. You shake your head, dismissing the thought. You've always believed in your abilities and worked hard to prove yourself in this male-dominated industry. Before you could dwell further, your boss called you into his office. You straightened your blazer and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. "Emily, I wanted to discuss the last report," your boss began, his tone serious. "There was a minor error in the footnotes." You felt your face flush, knowing full well that you pride yourself on your accuracy. "I apologize, sir. It won't happen again." "I expect better from you, Emily. Attention to detail is crucial in this role." He leaned forward, his expression stern. “See that it doesn't, Emily. Precision is key in our line of work. You're a valuable asset because of your attention to detail, but we need everyone to be on the same page." The frustration bubbled up, and you blurted out, "Or what? Will I get promoted like Peter? He's the one who made the mistake in the first place!" Your boss fixed you with a steady gaze. "Emily, you are precise and accurate, but Peter has leadership qualities. He inspires people, and look at how he's influenced you. You've been doing his work without complaint."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a hint of embarrassment. You nodded, choosing to remain professional, but inside, you were seething. Needing a moment to collect yourself, you head down to the café in the building's lobby. As you waited for your coffee, your mind raced. Is Peter really getting ahead because he's a man? You clenched your fists, the steam from your coffee mirroring the heat in your veins. "You look like you could use a friend," a voice said, breaking your train of thought. You looked up to see a handsome young man with sparkling blue eyes and stylish blond hair. He was wearing a white silk suit, an unusual choice for the corporate setting.

"I'm Felix," he introduced himself with a charming smile. "You look like you've had a rough day. Care to talk about it?" There's something innocent and disarming about his demeanor, and you found yourself spilling your frustrations to this stranger. You felt a physical pull towards him, a sensation you haven't experienced in a while. So, you told him about Peter's promotion, your boss's comments, and your concerns about gender bias. "I would give my life to understand the man's world," you sighed, more to yourself than to Felix. Felix' eyes twinkled with mischief. "Deal," he said, and a blue light emanated from his palms, enveloping you in a surreal glow. The world went dark, and when you regained consciousness, everything felt... different.

Your senses were heightened, and you were acutely aware of your surroundings. But something was off. You tried to speak, but no words came out. Panic rose within you as you realized you couldn't move. Then, a familiar voice echoed in your mind, “What the hell just happened?” It was Peter, and he sounded just as confused. “Emily? Is that you?” “Yes, it's me!” you responded, relief flooding through you. “But what's going on? Why can't I move?” “I... I think you're me now. Or rather, you're my...” Peter's voice trailed off as he took in the situation. Your mind cleared, and the realization hit you both at once. You, Emily, had become Peter's penis. Your consciousness was intertwined with his, and you could feel his emotions as if they were your own. The only remnants of your former self were the curly brown locks on Peter's head and the impressive appendage dangling between his legs. Peter, now aware of your presence, turned to Felix, who was still standing nearby, a satisfied grin on his face. "What did you do? Why is Emily... why am I...?" Felix's playful demeanor remained unchanged. "She wanted to understand the man's world, so I granted her wish. Now she can experience it firsthand." He leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you wish it to be different?" Peter's eyes widened in fear. He shook his head, his thoughts flooding with images of potential transformations. "No, I... I don't want to change anything. I just want to understand what's happening." Felix laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Then enjoy the experience! It's not every day you get to share a mind with your colleague's most prized possession."

As Felix walked away, Peter's panic set in. He had a few days off to prepare for his move to Singapore, and now he had to deal with this—with you. “I can't believe this is happening,” he thought. “And you're in my head, reading my every thought!” “I know, I'm sorry. But we have to figure out how to fix this,” you pleaded. “We need to find Felix and make him change us back!” Peter's thoughts turned to his promotion and the responsibilities that awaited him in Singapore. “I can't risk changing anything right now. I need to focus on my new role. Besides, I never knew you felt that way about my promotion. You were jealous?” “I... yes. I guess I was. I worked so hard, and I thought I deserved it more than you did. I'm sorry, Peter,” you admitted, feeling embarrassed by your own thoughts. Peter was quiet for a moment, considering your words. “It's okay. I understand. But I can't risk going back to Felix. Not yet. I need to get used to this... new situation.” Later that evening, Peter stood in front of the mirror, examining his new appearance. He ran his fingers through the curly brown hair, once a part of you, now framed his face, and he considered cutting it. "Please, don't," you pleaded in his mind. "I loved my hair. It's all I have left of my old self." Peter's hand hovered over the scissors, then dropped to his side. "Fine, I'll keep it," he conceded.

He looked down at his body, now enhanced by your presence, and his eyes landed on his crotch. He cupped his hands around you, and you twitched involuntarily at his touch. “I have to admit, the extra length and girth feel pretty good,” he thought with a smirk. “Don't you dare!” you screamed in his mind, as you realized his intention to pleasure himself. Peter jumped, startled by your outburst, and quickly withdrew his hand. “Okay, okay! I won't. But you're part of me now, and I can't help but notice how much better I look and feel.”

As Peter sat down to review the reports, you felt a sense of urgency. The documents contained crucial information about the Singapore branch, and you knew every detail had to be scrutinized. But Peter, never one for meticulousness, skimmed through the pages, his eyes barely grazing the words. “Slow down,” you urged him mentally, your voice a mere whisper in his mind. “We need to go over these carefully.” He sighed, frustration evident in his tone. “Emily, I just want to get a general idea. I’ll read them thoroughly later.” “But—” You tried to protest, but he cut you off. “I need a break. I’ll head to the gym, clear my head. We can finish this later.” You felt a surge of annoyance. This was not how you would approach such an important task. But as you were now a part of Peter, your influence was limited. At the gym, Peter went through his workout routine, his movements fluid and effortless. You couldn’t help but admire his physical prowess, but your focus remained on the reports. “Peter, we should get back to the office. Those reports won’t read themselves.” He grunted as he lifted a set of weights, his muscles straining. “Later. I need to blow off some steam first.” Your frustration grew with each passing minute. “Peter, please, we can’t afford to waste time. This is important!” Suddenly, his mental voice boomed in your shared consciousness, making you flinch. “That is my life, Emily! You are just my cock now, so shut up!” The force of his words took you aback. You had not expected such a powerful assertion of dominance. You felt a momentary silence, a realization that your influence over him was not as strong as you had hoped. Peter finished his workout, his body glistening with sweat. As he stepped into the shower, you felt the warm water cascading over your shared body, a strange sensation that you were still adjusting to. “These long hairs are getting in the way,” he thought, running his fingers through the curly locks. “I should get a haircut.” “No!” you protested, a sense of panic rising within you. “Please, don’t cut it. It’s a part of me, of who I was.”

He ignored your plea, and soon, Peter found himself in a barber’s chair, the familiar brown curls falling around him, a stark contrast to the stylish short cut that remained. “Yes, finally,” he thought, looking at his reflection with satisfaction. “I’m back to myself.” You felt a pang of loss, a sense of your former self slipping away.

But there was no time to mourn as the evening unfolded and Peter settled in to watch some TV. The remote clicked, and the screen flickered, landing on a channel you never expected to see. "Whoa, porn!" Peter's eyes widened, and you felt a rush of blood, a sensation you had never experienced before. "Stop!" you screamed in his mind. "This is inappropriate! We can't just—" "No, Emily," Peter interrupted, his voice firm. "I'm not changing the channel. I'm a man, and this is what men do. You're a part of me now, so deal with it." You felt violated, exposed, as his hand reached down, cupping you, his cock, possessively. "No, please," you begged, your voice weak. "This is wrong." "It's not wrong, it's natural," Peter said, his voice low and husky. "You're my cock now, and you'll do what cocks do." Peter’s hand wrapped around you, stroking, massaging. “This is my life,” he said, his voice low and determined. “You’re a part of me, and this is what I need.” You tried to resist, but the sensations overwhelmed you. Your protests turned to desperate moans as pleasure consumed you. “Yes... more...” you found yourself begging, your thoughts becoming incoherent as the pleasure intensified. “Faster... please...” Peter’s hand moved in rhythm with your desperate pleas, and you felt yourself nearing the brink. “Yes... so... horny...” you screamed in his mind as the climax hit. The release was unlike anything you had ever experienced, a burst of ecstasy that left you trembling. As the pleasure subsided, you felt a mix of emotions—exhaustion, satisfaction, and a strange sense of shame. You had been reduced to a mere instrument of pleasure, and despite your resistance, you had relished the experience. Peter, seemingly unaffected by the moral implications, turned off the TV and headed to bed, leaving you to process the events of the day. You were now more than ever aware of your new reality and the challenges that lay ahead.

The journey to Singapore was a blur of airports, planes, and jet lag. As you dangled between Peter's legs, the excitement of this new chapter in his life is palpable. But something has shifted within you, Emily. The assertiveness you once possessed has faded, and you find yourself hesitating to offer suggestions or voice your thoughts. Perhaps it was the way he firmly established his dominance during that intimate moment, but you can't deny the change in dynamics.

As Peter stepped into the bustling office, you felt his nerves, but also his determination. He was ready to take on this challenge, and you couldn't help but admire his spirit. The day flew by in a blur of meetings and introductions. Peter was charming and charismatic, effortlessly navigating the corporate world. "That went well," Peter thought to himself as he sat at his new desk.

You felt a twinge of unease as you realized your influence over him was waning. "Hey, I'm still Emily!" you protested in his mind as the days went by, your voice becoming more desperate. You wanted to remind him of your identity, of the person you were before this transformation. But Peter, focused on his new responsibilities and the excitement of a foreign city, barely registered your plea. "Ey, get used to it, you're just my cock now!" he snapped back, his thoughts already drifting to the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

But something unexpected happened the following morning, something that would change the course of your existence yet again. "What's this?" Peter murmured, his eyes still heavy with sleep. You didn't know what was happening, but suddenly, you felt a surge of blood rushing into your shaft, hardening you, greeting Peter with a morning erection. "Whoa, good morning to you too," he chuckled, stroking you gently. "Seems like you're settling into your new role quite nicely." You wanted to protest, to scream at him to stop, but the pleasure that coursed through your cock-body was overwhelming. You had become a willing participant in your own objectification, and the realization hit you hard. "Oh, Emily, you're really getting the hang of this," Peter mused, his fingers wrapping around you in a familiar grip.

You tried to protest, to remind him of your identity, but the words failed to form in your mind. It was as if your consciousness was muted, able only to experience the physical sensations. "There, there," Peter cooed, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your new form. "No need to be shy. Embrace your new role." And as he stroked you, you can't help but agree. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and you found yourself greeting Peter with this eager hardness each morning. "You're finally behaving like a proper cock should," Peter said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "I knew you'd come around."  Peter, satisfied, went about his morning routine, ready to take on the day with renewed vigor. As the days passed, you found yourself becoming more attuned to Peter's desires. Your once-scrupulous nature, the drive to make him more precise in his work, was fading. Instead, you found yourself drawn to the very essence of your new form. "Look at that one, Peter," you'd whisper in his mind, directing his attention to a beautiful woman walking by. "Not now, my cock," he'd respond, his focus unwavering during important meetings. But you knew that later, in the privacy of his apartment, he would indulge in the fantasies you planted in his mind. "I'm losing myself," you thought, the realization hitting you with a pang of sadness. "I'm becoming nothing but a tool for his pleasure." But even as you fought against this new reality, you couldn't deny the pleasure it brought. You were becoming Peter's cock, and with each passing day, your former aims and desires were shifting, aligning with your new form's primary purpose: to fuel Peter's lust and make him the virile stud he was always meant to be. Your wish to understand the life of a man was being fulfilled in ways you never imagined.

It was a typical workday, and as Peter stepped into his office, he noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar face. Felix, the young intern, has arrived, but Peter didn't recognize him from their previous encounter. Felix, the young sorcerer who granted your ill-fated wish, stand before Peter's desk, a hint of mischief in his sparkling blue eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of your old self, captivated by Felix's charm. "Welcome, Felix," Peter said, his voice smooth and confident. He motioned to the chair in front of the desk, his demeanor that of a seasoned leader. "I'm glad you could join us for this internship." Felix's innocent smile send a shiver of anticipation through you. "I'm excited to learn from the best, Peter." As Peter began to explain the corporate structure, his hand subconsciously reached out, gently caressing Felix' head. You, as Peter's cock, stir with newfound power, your length growing in his pants. Peter's words became huskier, his actions bolder. "In this world, a clear hierarchy is crucial. Respect and submission are the keys to success." Felix's eyes widened slightly, but he remained still, a willing participant in this unexpected seduction. "I... I understand, Peter." Peter's fingers trailed down Felix's neck, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "Submission is a powerful tool, Felix. It can unlock doors and grant you access to realms you never imagined." Before Felix could respond, Peter's hands were on his waist, lifting him onto the desk.

You felt Peter's breath quicken, his desire fueled by your influence. "You see, Felix, in this world, I'm the one in control." Felix's breath caught as Peter's lips found his, and you, revel in the sensation of power. Peter's actions were guided by your desires, his straight facade crumbled under your control. Peter's hands moved to Felix's hips, pulling him closer, his own body responding to the lust you've ignited. "Yes, Peter," Felix whispered, playing along with innocent fervor. "Show me... show me how it's done." Peter's hand moved lower, unzipping his own pants, revealing your rigid form, now fully erect. Peter's breath was hot against Felix's ear as he whispered, "Just relax and enjoy, my boy. It's all part of the learning process." Felix' body arched as Peter entered him, his eyes squeezing shut as he bite his lip to stifled a moan. Peter's thrusts were slow and deliberate, his cock, your body, filling Felix with a pleasurable burn. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, accompanied by Felix' soft whimpers and Peter's grunts of exertion. "Yes... I... I understand, sir." Felix moaned, his hands gripping the desk as Peter's thrusts became more urgent. Peter's chuckle was deep and sensual. "That's it, Felix. Let go and submit to your desires. It's the only way to truly understand the corporate world." As Peter's movements became more urgent, his tie, still hanging around his neck, swing with each thrust, a symbol of his dominance. Felix' moans filled the office, a sweet melody of surrender. In this moment, you realized the extent of your power. You can control Peter, bend him to your will, and even alter his sexual orientation. The thought was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Felix' thoughts betrayed his innocent facade, "Impressive how...” he trails off, not remembering your name, the name of the woman who once was “ ….his cock has made Peter at least bi or even gay and so dominant. But I, Felix, the sorcerer, will show him his place soon enough." Unaware of Felix' inner monologue, you continued to guide Peter, reveling in the sensation of being his driving force, the very essence of his desire.

As Peter collapsed onto Felix, you felt a sense of triumph. You've controlled him, made him dance to your tune. You are no longer just a cock, but a powerful force, capable of bending others to your will. Felix's innocent act and your manipulation of Peter's desire have created a puppet on strings, and you intend to keep pulling those strings. In that moment, you realized your transformation is complete. You are no longer Emily, the meticulous administrator. You are a force of nature, a tool of pleasure, and you will shape Peter into the virile stud you desire - with his head crowned in luscious brown curls.

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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twelve

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Eleven: Captured by Cannibals

Summary: (Y/N) and Will go in search of Jack, and they find him and his crew in quite the predicament.

            “Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead.”

            “Singapore, that’s what I heard. Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow will turn up in Singapore.”

            “Jack Sparrow? I haven’t seen him in a month.”

            “When you find him, will you give him a message?” Slap!

            “Can’t say about Jack Sparrow, but there’s an island just south of the straits where I trade spice for, mmm, delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack, but you’ll find a ship there. A ship with black sails.”

            It took a several boat trips and bribes, but Will and (Y/N) found Jack’s trail and tracked down the Black Pearl on a small island. The sailor who’d seen it gave them passage to the isle, and (Y/N) gazed at the grounded ship warily. Jack wouldn’t avoid the sea, let alone ground the Pearl, so something was going on.

            However, as a sailor rowed Will and (Y/N) towards the shore, he stopped abruptly, still quite a ways out.

            “What’s wrong? The beach is there,” said Will, frowning.

            The man replied in rapid French, and (Y/N) tilted their head. Their French was rusty—Elizabeth had to learn a second language, so (Y/N) listened in at times—but they got the gist of it. (Not to mention, one word, ‘dangereux,’ was clear)

            “I believe he said it’s too dangerous,” relayed (Y/N).

            Will frowned, but, since they pretty much expected Jack to bring trouble (pirates, you know), he stood and jumped into the water.

            “Merci,” said (Y/N) to the sailor, diving in after Will.

            They swam quickly to shore and straggled out onto the beach. The stranded hulk of the Black Pearl loomed over them.

            “Jack!” shouted Will. “Jack Sparrow! Cotton! Gibbs!”

            “I don’t think anybody is here,” said (Y/N).

            “They must have gone farther into the island,” said Will.

            “Then we must go, too,” said (Y/N).

            “I’ll lead,” said Will.

            They stepped into the forest of the isle, and the trees instantly closed in around them. A wild squawk caused them to jump, but it came from a parrot they knew quite well.

            “Ah. A familiar face,” said Will.

            “If it’s here, then Cotton must be, too,” said (Y/N). “The question is where and why they’ve all separated from the Pearl. Jack fought to get her back. He wouldn’t leave her easily.”

            “Don’t eat me!” squawked the bird.

            “We’re not going to eat you,” said Will.

            “Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me!”

            Will and (Y/N) walked forward, leaving the cawing parrot behind. They pushed through vines and leaves and clambered over roots, but they found no trace of the pirates they searched for. That was, until they found a flask hanging on a branch.

            Will picked it up. “Gibbs.”

            “It’s attached to a string,” said (Y/N), following it.

            The pair tracked it until they reached a frayed end—the end of the trail. They frowned.

            “Rah!” A man in black painted jumped out from a tree.

            (Y/N) and Will cried out in surprise and stepped away.

            Thwip!

            Two ropes tightened around their ankles and dragged (Y/N) and Will into the air. They yelped, and their swords clattered to the ground below. A whole group of men came out of the forest, painted in camouflage.

            “Oh, sh—”

            Two darts landed in (Y/N) and Will’s necks, and they were out in a second.

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            (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open, and they groaned as the bright sun shone down on them. Quickly, though, they forced themself to stay awake and assess their situation. They were hanging from a bamboo pole, tied to it by their ankles and hands. Will was in a similar situation beside them, and tribesmen were carrying them across a rope bridge to a village. When they finally stopped, (Y/N) looked around, and their eyes widened. A familiar face sat on a makeshift throne overseeing the village. It was Jack! He wore strange paintings of eyes across his face, but it was unmistakably him.

            “Jack?” said (Y/N) in confusion, still slightly woozy.

            “Jack Sparrow!” said Will. He chuckled dizzily. “I can honestly say I’m glad to see you.”

            Jack didn’t respond, but he rose and walked towards them. He poked Will, and (Y/N) frowned.

            “Jack, it’s us!” said Will. “Will Turner and (Y/N) Swann!”

            Jack faced one of the men carrying them and spoke in their native language. They responded before bowing their heads. Whatever was going on, they clearly had some sort of respect or deference towards Jack.

            “Tell them to let us down!” said Will.

            (Y/N) nodded furiously. “I would like that.”

            Jack gestured at the pair, still speaking in the native language. “Eensy-weensy.” He nodded to Will. “Eunuchy. Snip-snip.”

            (Y/N) groaned. They had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn’t help.

            “Teeny-ager,” said Jack, gesturing to (Y/N).

            The natives nodded and gazed at the pair, but, unfortunately, they were not cut down. Jack walked back past them, and his compass swung from his belt. Will jerked at the sight.

            “Jack, the compass! That’s all we need!” said Will.

            Jack paused.

            “It’s for Elizabeth,” said (Y/N), seizing on the bit of his attention. “She’s in danger. We were arrested for helping you.” And they all knew the consequences for that.

            Jack turned and faced (Y/N).

            “She faces the gallows. We face the gallows,” sad (Y/N), gazing at him intensely.

            Jack looked at them for a long moment before looking at the natives and speaking in their language once more, this time rapidly. “Savvy?”

            The tribesmen looked confused, and Jack sighed and shook his head. At that, the natives cheered and stamped their spears. Jack leaned down towards (Y/N) and Will.

            “Save me,” he whispered.

            The natives began walking once more, taking (Y/N) and Will with them.

            “Jack, what did you tell them?!” said Will in alarm.

            “What’s going on, Jack? Jack?” called (Y/N) as they were carried away.

            Jack’s heart tightened at the confusion in their voice. He had tried to get the tribe to release them, but just as with every other pirate on the Pearl, they had refused to. To tell the truth, even Jack was in danger.

            However, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to help them. To see someone’s freedom taken away was something Jack didn’t like, and he didn’t want it for that teenager in particular. He sat down on his throne and furrowed his brow. He really should be focusing on himself and escaping. Jack didn’t have time to worry about others.

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            (Y/N) and Will found themselves in a round cage suspended over a large canyon. It was filled with familiar faces from the Pearl, and more pirates filled a second cage.

            “Why would he do this to us?” said Will. “If Jack is the chief—”

            “Aye, the Pelagostos made Jack their chief, but he only remains chief as long as he acts like a chief,” said Gibbs.

            “So he’s a captive like us,” said (Y/N). “But in another way.”

            “Worse, as it turns out,” said Gibbs grimly. “See, the Pelagostos believe Jack is a god in human form, and they intend to do him the honor of releasing him from his fleshy prison.”

            (Y/N) grimaced. “That can’t be good.”

            “They’ll roast him and eat him,” said Gibbs.

            “Where’s the rest of the crew?” said Will.

            “These cages we’re in weren’t built till after we got here,” said Gibbs, leaving out the finer details.

            The meaning was clear enough, and (Y/N) made a disgusted face. From above, the sounds of cheers and drums echoed into the canyon.

            “The feast is about to begin,” said Gibbs. “Jack’s life will end when the drums stop.”

            “We can’t just sit here, then,” said (Y/N), swallowing and focusing.

            “What do you suggest?” said Will, looking at them.

            Gibbs recognized the look in their eyes from when the Interceptor had gone up against the Black Pearl. They were preparing for a plan.

            “We swing for the wall and climb,” said (Y/N). “It’s not much, but it’s all we can do.”

            “Any plan is better than waiting to be eatin’,” said Gibbs.

            The group in their cage leaned back and then leaned forward. The cage swayed.

            “Again!” said Will.

            They repeated the movement, and the cage swung farther. Over and over, they forced momentum into the cage until it wildly swung towards the canyon wall. The other cage copied their movements, and, soon, they were all swinging close to the cliffs. Finally, they managed to grab onto tough, viny roots and hold themselves up.

            “Put your legs through! Climb!” ordered (Y/N).

            They all grunted from the effort, but with all of them climbing at once, they began to make progress.

            “Come on, men! It’ll take all of us to crew the Black Pearl!” said Will in encouragement.

            “Actually, you wouldn’t need everyone,” said a pirate from the other cage offhandedly. Everyone slowed as he spoke. “About six would do.”

            Everyone froze and looked at one another. That was the precise amount in each cage.

            “Oh, dear,” said the pirate.

            (Y/N) looked at Gibbs. He shrugged and nodded.

            “Hurry!” shouted (Y/N), pulling up the vine faster.

            “Come on!” encouraged Will.

            “Is that all you got?!” shouted Marty. He was too short to help climb, but his enthusiasm was helpful.

            “Wait, stop,” said Will, noticing a Pelagosto crossing a bridge.

            “Eh?” said Gibbs.

            “Ssh,” shushed Will.

            The other group paused, and everyone was frozen, fearful the Pelagosto would turn and spot their attempted escape. However, slowly, the other group began climbing.

            “What are they doing?” griped Gibbs.

            “Stop,” hissed Will. They’d be caught.

            The other pirates jeered quietly as they kept climbing. That was, until one reached for a vine and instead picked up a snake. It hissed, and the man shouted.

            “Snake!” he cried. He jerked away, and it disrupted the balance of the cage.

            The pirates scrambled for a hold on the vines, but they fell back uselessly. They screamed as they plummeted downwards. The vine holding them snapped, and they fell towards the canyon floor below. Their screams disappeared as they fell into a fog, and a crash of tree branches signaled the end of their lives.

            (Y/N) grimaced. What an unfortunate end. However… They looked up.

            Of course, the Pelagosto had heard the screams of terror and looked down. He could see them climbing out of the canyon.

            “Move!” shouted (Y/N).

            “Go, go, go!” said Will.

            The group clambered as fast as they could up the cliffs and vines. The Pelagosto ran back towards the village, undoubtedly to warn the tribe they were escaping. It was a race to survive, now.

            Luckily, before the tribe returned, they managed to reach the top of the cliff. Unluckily, they were still stuck in the cage, which was tied to the vine that had suspended them.

            “Cut it loose! Find a rock,” ordered Will.

            “Here!” said Marty, finding a sharp enough rock.

            Will grabbed it and hacked at the vine. It began to fray, snapping apart, but not before the whoops and shouts of the Pelagostos reached them.

            “Roll the cage!” shouted Will. Momentum would have to do the rest.

            “Come on, come on!” said Gibbs, pushing at the cage.

            “Let’s go!” (Y/N) threw themself forward, and the cage lurched.

            The vine snapped, and the cage rolled forward. The natives shouted angrily and pursued.

            “Bloody—” Gibbs’s words were cut off as they went over a vine and faced a long, steep hill.

             They teetered for just a moment before tipping forward. Then, they shouted in alarm as the cage rolled down the hill. It threw them around, and (Y/N) groaned as they hit the sides of the cage, people, and the ground. The bruises after this would be innumerable. They hit a small hill, but their momentum carried them over it. They soared through the air before hitting the ground and continuing to roll. The pirates screamed as they were thrown about.

            Bam!

            The cage hit a tree, rolled up it, and fell. Finally, it stopped. The pirates were left a heap on the ground, groaning and dizzy. Unfortunately, there was no time for collecting themselves. The natives were approaching.

            “Lift the cage!” said (Y/N). Then, they could run.

            “Come on, lads. Lift it like a lady’s skirt!” said Gibbs.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes at the comparison, but if it worked, they weren’t going to complain. They all lifted the cage and stuck their legs through to run. Once again, poor Marty was just being carried along for the ride, cursing and shouting at them to go faster as the Pelagostos pursued.

            “Run, run!” urged Will.

            Gibbs shouted as he tripped. He fell, and the cage lurched to the side. (Y/N) tried to pull back, but they were swept off their feet. The cage rolled to the side, over a ledge, and plummeted into a crevasse. The group screamed as they fell between sharp rocks and ledges. For a moment, they were all forced to come to terms with dying by smashing into the ground.

            Splash!

            Instead, the cage fell into a river at the bottom of the tiny canyon. Finally, the cage rocks beneath the surface and broke apart. Vines snapped, bones shattered, and it cracked like an egg. Will pushed to the surface and gasped for air. Gibbs did the same, and all the pirates swam out from the remnants of the cage.

            (Y/N) let the water envelop them for a moment. Still underwater, all the fear they had felt while fleeing felt faraway. (Y/N) nearly lost concentration and stopped holding their breath. However, a strong hand reached down and pulled them up.

            They were dragged back to the surface by Will, who gazed at them. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?!” he said worriedly.

            “I’m fine,” said (Y/N), nodding to him. They weren’t lying. They hadn’t been afraid beneath the water, and they hadn’t been losing strength. They’d been perfectly fine.

            Thwip!

            Their thoughts were interrupted as an arrow pierced the water next to them. The pirates pressed against the edges of the canyon as Pelagostos fired arrows and threw spears from above. They swam forward, ducking beneath the surface as often as possible to confuse their attackers and prevent them from having too many targets.

            “Take cover!” shouted Will, finding a small cave to hide under.

            The others followed him, and (Y/N) pressed themself against the rock as the natives clamored above. Will’s hand reached over and pushed them behind him for an added layer of protection. They weren’t going to be hurt, not if he could help it.

            Suddenly, a boy appeared and spoke to the tribe. As soon as he finished, the Pelagostos rushed off the way they’d came in alarm.

            “Go,” said (Y/N), moving first.

            Will almost cursed and swam after them. (Y/N) swam farther until the river opened up into the bay. The beach was at their side, and the stranded Black Pearl awaited them. Instantly, every pirate found renewed energy at the sight of their salvation. They straggled out of the water and ran across the sand towards the ship.

            Strangely, Ragetti and Pintel, who (Y/N) recognized from when Barbossa had been captain, were present and already trying to get the ship into the sea. Now, they would question that and be upset that they were taking the Pearl for themselves, but (Y/N) and the other crew members needed an escape—a quick one at that—so who were they to complain that Pintel and Ragetti had readied it for them?

            “Excellent!” said Gibbs, voicing their opinion. “Our work’s half done!” The ship was in the water again.

            “We done it for you, knowing you’d be coming back!” said Pintel, completely lying.

            “Make ready to sail, boys!” shouted Gibbs.

            “What about Jack?” said (Y/N). They still needed the compass, and Jack didn’t deserve die. Sure, he was a trickster who double-crossed everyone, but he had his redeemable moments. Occasionally. Sometimes. Rarely.

            Whatever, (Y/N) didn’t want him to die.

            “We won’t leave without him,” said Will. They’d come this far to get the compass and save Elizabeth. They wouldn’t give up.

            “Oi!”

            Everyone whirled to see Jack rounding a corner on the beach. He was running full-tilt at them. Will’s eyes widened in relief.

            And then the entire tribe of the Pelagostos rounded the corner behind Jack. They all held spears and were shouting as they charged after Jack.

            “Time to go,” said Will, pushing (Y/N) towards the rope to climb onto the Pearl.

            “Cast off those lines!” said Gibbs.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Jack ran with the natives on his heels. They started climbing onto the Pearl, but as the others climbed up around them, they hesitated.

            “Make ready to cast off!” said Gibbs.

            “Oi!” shouted Jack, still trying to catch up.

            “(Y/N), come on!” said Will, trying to pull them up.

            (Y/N) just stared at Jack. The Pelagostos were catching up. Their heart seized. No. No! If he died, then, one, he’d be dead, and (Y/N) didn’t want that. Two, Beckett would kill Elizabeth and Will, two more people (Y/N) cared about. The storm of emotions swirled in (Y/N), rising like a wave in their heart.

            As they watched Jack run, the waves sloshed around the Pearl. They rose and fell with increasing rapidity. They swelled and crashed into the beach. Jack pushed through the shallow waters towards the ship. The Pelagostos raised their spears.

            Splash!

            A wave crashed over them, knocking them off their feet. Jack swayed as he grabbed onto the rope ladder to climb onto the Black Pearl. Everyone’s eyes widened as the Pelagostos straggled to their feet, spears washing away from them. They scrambled to grab them, but it was too late. Jack and all the rest were escaping.

            “Yes!” (Y/N) whooped and grinned as the waters settled around the Pearl once more.

            Will reached down and grabbed them. He lifted them properly into the Pearl while Jack climbed up. Will hugged (Y/N) tightly, relieved they were alright, especially after they hesitated on the rope bridge instead of getting aboard.

            Jack let out a breath as he stood on the deck of the Pearl. The entire crew panted, wiping dirt and seawater from their faces.

            (Y/N) stood and stared at the water. Then, they grinned. They had escaped. They had survived. They had found Jack.

            They had every piece they needed to save Elizabeth.

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[turndecassette2]

I do remember those magic knight people! Every once in a while I go back on your blog to try to track down those drawings because I like them and the concept in the description so much. I would love to hear more about them. Do you have a story planned out?

yeah, vaguely. so for the cosmology; there's this dystopian city I desperately need to draw a map of built above the fossilised remains of an ancient hell. the city mines the hell for 'hell-flesh', a semi-sentient magical substance that's kind of the physical container of the souls of the damned. I suppose this is like fantasy rare earths for fantasy compute or w/e. this has been going on for a while and the city is, kiruna-style, gradually falling down the pit. also as more of the hell is laid bare, semi-autonomous demonic creatures are let loose, maybe as a kind of immune response against human incursion.

(imagining this sort of thing + branching passages. but in the middle of an italian intra-feuding city-state w a population ca modern day singapore)

a kind of grid of bridges and fortresses has been built above the pit to protect the fancier, upper parts of the city from the decaying/descending bits below. the lower city is mostly miners etc & due to the fucked up mutagenic influence of living near a hell & touching hell stuff all day the people in the upper city treat them with suspicion. there's a 'join the US navy-army-whatever to get health insurance & education & basic human dignity' or like french foreign legion situation where by joining the elite magic army manning the little fortresses, ppl from the lower city can gain some access to the upper. in the reverse I guess for the upper city ppl it functions a bit like 'the wall' in asoiaf where criminals, noble bastards etc go to maybe redeem themselves or die horribly.

the fire magic used by the guards to fight demons etc is derived from the burning corpse of a god that is said to have been there since before the founding of the city (presumably the entity responsible for the hell situation in the first place). by swearing fealty to this dead(-ish) god one gets the ability to summon his divine flame but you forfeit your chance at an afterlife, or maybe you go to hell (no-one is quite sure). everyone kind of assumes once the body is fully burned the god will return/reincarnate (and either save or destroy the city, depending on who you ask).

the politics part; at its founding the city was part of some empire that has since collapsed (pretty recently). the city is dependent on trade to stay viable/fed and to appease the new warring states/mini-empires that have sprung up around it. the current ruler is a reclusive young queen & she has her favourite lord/advisor, an ageing academic who is sort of trying to liberalise the place or make it superficially less fashy. other lords dislike this & are working to either find her a proper king or hasten the return of some deity or other that will return the place to its former glory.

I guess the story? has this noble child bastard protagonist from a shady family* of word-mages who is sent to the 'centre' fortress & works her way up to become the apprentice of some hero-knight demon slayer guy with a possibly shady past (I think rn the name I have for the guy is Chaimé & idk if this is a good name? like the spanish jaime but w more e, & the tiny bastard is Myia I think). I imagine her being the sasuke to a happier, more popular girl who saves her from a demon (embarrassing) then is outed as a half-demon herself (she's the redhead in the drawings) & Myia warms up to her as she (demon girl) becomes increasingly isolated from the outside city (being supposedly dangerous or too powerful? I don't think Myia has much natural magic or w/e in her aside from being a nerd & very persistent).

sorry there's a lot here that would be SPOILERS if I ever actually made this into something coherent enough to be an actual comic ha ha. the knight/mentor guy gets dragged into a kind of fantasy 'business plot' & I guess part of that would be like, seeing to what extent he goes along with it & if he's actually a good person ha ha. + there's a bunch of other characters w stuff going on that I haven't figured out the looks of yet but. they're important in my head. the big bear-ish bf guy who gets sent on an expedition down the pit etc

* I have a distinct image of these people living hidden away in some gormenghast-style estate. they've habsburged themselves into being mostly deaf but the only ones around who can fully read/write the divine language that lets them do word-based magic & the other houses kind of have to put up w their weirdness. also scheming nobles in dune using sign language is 1 of my favourite things in the new film adaption & I like the idea of outsiders being forced to learn to sign (or else being cut-off from higher level magic) as some sort of power move? I don't think they involve themselves that much in politics since that's below them but are def part of the 'bring the gods back' thing, for better or worse. anyway after 'avas demon' (GUILTY PLEASURE I know it has such pretty colours but comes from such an unhinged part of the internet, will never stop apologising for this) started posting again I realised it had a character w the same look & vibe so will try and re-design protag girl to look more like this cute person I saw in a fashion post on IG

... let's see how this goes. came up w all this BS after some viz lady at comicon asked me if I wanted to make them a manga but it's grown from being too little to being too unwieldy to pitch. will see after I finish up my current projects. how much blood, swearing & genocide can a story have before it stops being YA. I think chainsaw man is sort of YA but dorohedoro isn't

[chawsl]

[buffetlicious]

When Fluff Stack opened it first outlet in Singapore, people have been raving about their soft as cloud Souffle Pancake (舒芙蕾松饼) stacks. I did finally make my way to try it out three years later one fine afternoon after the queue had long disappeared. :D You see, Singaporean just like to be one of the very first to try out the new stuffs when they first landed locally but I am the exception mainly because I hate the time-wasting queues.

At their Northpoint City branch, I chose one of their most popular items on the menu - Mango Passion Fruit Souffle Pancakes (S$16.50++). Got to wait for a while as they made it on the spot after you ordered but it was well worth the wait as the stacked dessert was placed in front of me. Twin fluffy-looking pancakes stacked with a dollop of whipped cream and a sprig of mint leaves on top. Also on the plate are two mango halves cubed with skin on and a drizzling of passion fruit puree to complete the gorgeous looking dessert. It is really the lightest and fluffiest pancakes I have ever had. The passion fruit brightened up the soft pancakes flavour while the mango sweetened the deal. Yum…

Northpoint City shop image courtesy of Fluff Stack.

[tomorrowxtogether]

Tomorrow X Together’s Yeonjun to release solo mixtape later this month

'GGUM' will mark the first solo release from a TXT member since their debut

Tomorrow X Together (TXT) singer Yeonjun is slated to release his first solo mixtape later this month.

The K-pop idol’s solo debut project was announced yesterday (September 8) with the release of a “mixtape intro film” by his label Big Hit Music. The trailer features Yeonjun against city night lights, as he embodies a sombre, rebellious streak that seems to hint at the concept of his upcoming mixtape.

Revealed to be titled ‘GGUM’, Yeonjun’s first-ever solo track is due out on September 19, although it remains unclear whether the song will be part of a larger body of work from Yeonjun.

The upcoming release of ‘GGUM’ will mark the first time any TXT member has branched out to solo projects since their debut in 2019. The group – completed by Taehyun, Huening Kai, Beomgyu and Soobin – last released music as a full unit earlier this year in April with the mini-album ‘minisode 3: Tomorrow’.

In an interview with NME, Taehyun said of the record: “At the end of the day, we thought of tomorrow or the future – the fact that you always get a new tomorrow seemed like another miracle to us”.

TXT are currently in the midst of their 2024 ‘Act: Promise’ world tour, with their latest show being at Singapore’s Indoor Stadium on September 8. They have since completed both the US and Japan legs of the tour, and are set to continue the Asian leg in cities such as Jakarta, Taipei and more in the coming months.

The quintet also have their first-ever virtual reality concert, dubbed ‘Hyperfocus’, showing in five cities in the US, with the movie now currently showing in Houston, Texas through to September 22. The concert will then move Chicago and New York in order, with a final show date on November 10.

[dougdimmadodo]

Flask-Shaped Pitcher Plant (Nepenthes ampullaria)

Family: Typical Pitcher Plant Family (Nepenthaceae)

IUCN Conservation Status: Least Concern

Most species of pitcher plants are carnivorous, using jug-like, fluid-filled traps that protrude from their leaves to capture small animals and digest their bodies, absorbing the nutrients released (particularly nitrogen, which is needed to produce chlorophyll and which is scarce in the soil around them due to intense competition with other plants) across the trap's inner walls. The Flask-Shaped Pitcher Plant, however, is unusual among its relatives in that it is seemingly essentially a herbivorous plant - found in damp, dense forests, it grows as a woody vine that creeps along the ground or through the lower branches of larger plants and uses its unusually short, wide pitchers to catch leaves that fall down from the trees above it, digesting them to make use of the nitrogen and other nutrients they contain. Widely distributed across much of Brunai, Indonesia, New Guinea, Malaysia, Thailand and Singapore and reportedly quite common in damp, humid environments throughout their range, members of this species are dioecious (meaning that each individual plant is either "male", producing pollen-producing flowers, or "female", producing pollen-receiving flowers that develop into seeds once pollinated,) and produce dense clusters of small, petal-less flowers relatively high in their "branches", typically far from their traps to avoid accidentally trapping pollinators. Once pollination has occurred, "female" flowers produce numerous tiny, lightweight, hair-like seeds which are carried away from their "mother" on the wind.

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