#in the words of our dear trailblazer

[carinelian]

aventurine my man i will get u on ur rerun

mornings with aventurine <3 he consumes my every waking thoughts

also also,, me drawing my faves sleepy is me projecting

[0vereasy]

Life’s Creations and Love’s Manifestations - Dr Ratio x Female Reader

Summary: Your promotion as one of the heads of the Security Department at Herta’s Station was full of many headaches, one of the biggest being a visiting scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, and delegate of the IPC, Dr. Ratio.

When you were forced to team up with him to solve several crises emerging at the Station, how will your tense relationship change? And what exactly is the Doctor hiding?

Dr Ratio x Reader, implied Screwllum x Reader

LATER CHAPTERS WILL BE BASED ON THE 1.6 TRAILBLAZER QUEST!

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Masterlist | Chapter 2

Chapter 1: New Arrival

Word count: 5.7k+

“I’ve got to say, Mr. Screwllum,” your voice was smooth as you spoke, a clear playful undertone underlying your words. You crossed your legs in the chair you sat in, leaning in slightly closer to the robot. Your elbow rested on your knee as you leaned in, hand moving to support your chin and to cover the growing smirk on your features, “An offer for dinner and drinks? In your private quarters? At this late hour?” your gaze briefly flicked to a nearby computer screen, scanning the time, before moving back to your robot companion, “If I didn’t know any better, I would guess you were asking me on a date.”

“Hypothesis: Would that particular offer be so awful, dear?” Screwllum’s face, as usual, was devoid of emotion, his robotic features forever remaining neutral. His voice though; that was what you had to focus on to understand his tone; his meaning. Based on the way he was speaking now, you knew the robot, like yourself, had less than pure thoughts running through his mind, his robotic tone of voice lighter than usual, playful even, “It is not as if you frequenting my quarters at such a late hour is a rare occurrence. Question: Would it be an offence to catch up with someone I hold so dear?”

“Hmm, I suppose not,” you hummed, drumming your fingers against your chin in playful thought, “You know I’m not the kind of woman to turn down drinks… or your company for that matter.” You let a small chuckle escape the ever-permanent smirk on your lips, “I wonder though; what ideas do you have to occupy our evening after our little dinner party is complete?” You uncrossed your legs, briefly standing up to scootch your office chair closer to his, your warm knees now touching his cold metallic ones, “It must be something important; you interrupted my on the job after all.” Your eyes scanned the dark security room, focusing briefly on the cameras you were supposed to be watching. As expected, they were devoid of activity, researchers and most security members long having retreated to their quarters for the evening. You were happy for the privacy though, considering the direction of your little conversation. You were quick to focus back on him

“Ah yes, the job you were so carefully conducting whilst reading the same book you have been trying to complete for the last two months,” the book was now long discarded on the desk, the boring contents much less important than your current predicament. You narrowed your eyes none-the-less, allowing yourself to rest a hand on the robot’s metallic knee in front of you.

“A genius like yourself should know your company is more valuable than one of Adler’s little research books,” you said slyly, allowing your hand to drift slightly further up Screwllum’s thigh, “You can’t hide anything for me, you know. So tell me, Mr. Screwllum; what exactly do you have planned for tonight?”

He sighed, letting a small chuckle escape that had you clenching your knees together to control yourself, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by your companion, “Conclusion: You are right, nothing escapes your careful observations, dear,” the usually cold security room seemed impossibly warm now, your heartbeat increasing in your chest as Screwllum copied your actions, allowing his own metallic hand rest on your knee, “During my previous trip, I happened to stumble upon a quaint shop that sold candles and such,” he started, his words slow and sensual, leaving you internally grasping for more, “The owner happened to sell a collection of essential oils as well; for massages.”

“Interesting,” was your simple reply, not trusting yourself to comment further as a flood of dirty imagery grew in your brain. Screwllum watched your expression carefully, another chuckle escaping his metal mouth that had you completely willing and ready to jump out of your stupid office chair and straddle him right there and then.

“Hypothesis: I know you have been stressed lately. Conclusion: A relaxing meal and massage may help revitalize you before Ruan Mei’s expected visit. I have been told that I am exceptional with my hands.” You couldn’t help but swallow hard at that, your throat bobbing slightly as Screwllum’s began massaging your knee with his hand, fingers expertly kneading the flesh. You resisted the urge to clench your thighs together once more.

“You’re always full of surprises,” your voice was slightly shaky this time, body hyper-focused on his touch on your knee. You stood up again, allowing you to be face-to-face with the robot who usually towered over you, “I gotta say though, I’m curious about one thing… Mr. Screwllum.” You whispered his name, your words causing goosebumps on your own skin, as if the universe or some aeon out there was making up for the lack of physical reaction that Mr. Screwllum could afford from his own body.

“And what would that be?” He asked simply, glowing green eyes staring back at you defiantly, briefly flickering to your hands, which now rested around his neck, allowing your two bodies to be even closer together. At this rate, you weren’t even sure you could make it to dinner, your arousal ever-growing.

“Everyone knows that massages start at the shoulders,” you commented, rubbing his own metallic shoulders through his shirt, despite the knowledge that the motion would do nothing for him, “and then often trail down the back,” you allowed your hands to dip down his metal spine slowly, brushing the green butterfly wings on his back “but ultimately, they have to stop,” your hands came to a rest at his hips, your face moving close to his so you could whisper in his metallic ear, “So, Mr. Screwllum, where will your hands end up?”

He chuckled, one of his hands tilting your chin slightly so he could better look you in the eye. The room was practically spinning then, your hair clinging to your forehead due to the heat building up in the small space, “Interesting line of inquiry, my dear. Of course, my hands would end up-”

BRINGGGGG BRINGGGGG

The sudden ring of your walkie talkie from the desk made you jump, you and Screwllum separating from each other, and whatever little world you had been in, in shock. You muttered a curse under your breath as you slumped back into your chair, trying to contain your annoyance as you spoke, “This is Y/N from the security department. What is it?” You rubbed your thighs together angrily as if you were a horny teenager who couldn’t get off… though you supposed that description was pretty accurate given the circumstances.

“Y/N, it’s Leonard reporting from the Supply Zone,” you couldn’t help but hold back your groan, glad that audio could only transport through thesed damned devices. Of all the people who had to call you right now, it had to be Leonard? The same Leonard who managed to lose a hacking battle with that damned Stellaron Hunter girl? The man attracted too much drama for a night like this, “there’s a ship trying to dock in the Zone, but we weren’t expected any visitors!”

“And the identity of this person?” you asked, forcing yourself to switch into work mode despite the ever-growing desire to make out with the robot beside you. Your swift fingers quickly pulled up the feed from the Supply Zone, showing a modest sized ship waiting for permission to dock, the few staff around looking between each other and the ship like lost, confused dogs.

“He says his name is…. Dr. Ratio, a scholar from the Intelligencia Guild,” Leonard repeated the name awkwardly. At the mention of the Intelligencia Guild, you looked back at your robot companion, exchanging a look, “He says he’s a representative of the IPC on his way to Penacony, and that he emailed Ms. Asta early this evening about dropping by for a few days.” Leonard paused for a few seconds, not yet hanging up the call from his end of the line, “He’s getting impatient that we won’t let him dock, and we don’t know what to do! Were just following protocol after all.”

You let a few seconds of silence pass, briefly closing your eyes as you internally kissed your evening of drinks and a massage goodbye, “...Tell him that I’m on my way to the Supply Zone… I’ll come as quickly as I can.”

“Roger that, thanks!” Leonard sighed in relief, the walkie talkie going flat as the line died. You resisted the urge to groan and bury your head in your hands, instead only allowing a frustrated sigh to break through your lips.

“I’m sorry Screwllum… I have to deal with this tonight,” you stood up, patting the robot on the shoulder sympathetically, “but maybe we can make another night work… I still want to take you up on that massage offer.” You spoke, leaving the implied context of those words unaddressed.

“It is quite alright dear, your work is more important that our leisure, though I must admit that your prescence in my chambers will be missed tonight,” Screwllum spoke honestly, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it in his hold, metallic grasp, “But I will look forward to having you grace me with your prescence in the upcoming days.”

“Thanks for understanding,” you said earnestly with a small sigh, quickly pressing a kiss to his metallic cheek before regrettably letting his hand fall from yours, turning away to grab your walkie talkie and Station ID card and lanyard, which you let hang around your neck, “Do you know about this Ratio dude at all? Name ring any bells?”

“Affirmative, I have heard of him,” Screwllum nodded, “He’s known for his desire to spread knowledge across the universe… and his arrogance and self-centered nature.”

“Sounds like a pleasure to deal with tonight,” you rolled your eyes, turning back to Screwllum briefly, “I’m sorry again about everything.” You hoped that he understood the truth behind your words as you stared into his glowing green orbs, though you knew you would never truly understand what he was thinking in that moment.

“Please do not worry yourself, my dear,” he said, tone light, though the playfulness from earlier had dissipated. He reached over to the desk, passing you Adler’s boring book and your waterbottle that definitely was not filled with water that you had overlooked while grabbing your items, “Please send me a text once you are sure everything is okay. I will remain here to watch over the cameras until the next guard arrives.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtful gesture, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek, lips lingering slightly before you forced yourself to move away

“Thank you,” you smiled, before your mouth slipped into a sly smirk, “I won’t forget this the next time we are together… I’ll have to repay you for everything, hm?” you turned to leave then, letting the robot ponder the true meaning of your words as you strutted away.

~~~

You could hear the new arrival before you could speak to him.

Aeons, his voice was so grating on the ears, his tone refined and moderately deep, but insanely unpleasant as he yelled obscenities through the communication port connecting the office in Supply Zone to any ships preparing to dock at that station. Even from the ever white and shiny metal hallways of the Space Station, you could hear his annoying voice echoing off the walls, doing nothing to help your annoyed attitude. You took a swig from your water bottle, allowing yourself a modest sip of the alcohol inside. You had to get through this interaction somehow, right?

“... and I must say! The gall of the renowned Herta’s Space Station to treat potential guests as akin to petty criminals is preposterous! For an institution dedicated to knowledge, I would expect the grace and intelligence of the security team to be able to determine friend from foe, and to allow those with the best intentions inside. To treat a guest like this! An IPC Representative! The service here is admismal!” Leonard shot you a panicked look as you walked into the security room, the voice of your oh-so-kind visitor somehow even more grating from inside the confined space. You flashed him what you hoped was a reassuring and confident smirk, striding towards the communication system as if you were born to do so.

“I must ask you, Mr. Ratio, to avoid insulting our staff. I would expect a smart man like yourself would know how to manage his words,” you spoke cooley into the microphone serving as the communication device, which was placed in front of a few monitors in the smaller security room overlooking the docking station, “My name is Y/N, I am a leading supervisor in the security department.”

“Did I ask?” was his deadpan response from the other end, “I simply want entry into the Space Station, miss Y/N, but you’re incompetent and completely unprepared coworkers have no idea how to check the identity of guests that checked in prior for visitation rights!” Clearly he wasn’t going to let up easily, a thought of which made you sigh. You cracked your knuckles in anticipation.

“Ah yes, the check in email,” you replied drily, scrolling through your phone, “An email which was sent to Ms. Asta a mere two hours ago. I assume, given your work experience Mr. Ratio, that you understand the concept of a 9 to 5 and working hours, no?” you kept your tone neutral as you spoke, though your words themselves carried enough attitude themselves.

“You-” the man on the other end seemed flustered for a moment, his end of the line going dead for a few seconds, “I am well aware of the concept of working hours! And yet, clearly given that you are hear gracing me with this oh so pleasant conversation, working hours vary. I would expect that people with your experience, Miss, would have the foresight to check an email inbox, especially concerning the arrival of potential guests.”

“You’re right, that would be expected,” you conceded, your tone still even, though the amused smirk grew on your face, “Which is exactly why all inquiries pertaining to visits and arrival times should be sent to the alternate security email address when Miss Asta is not in working hours, a fact you would have known if you had bothered to read past the first line of the automated response you must have received when you emailed Miss Asta earlier this evening.” The eyes of the security department members, or at least the few who had had been unlucky enough to have to work in the Supply Zone tonight, were glued to you as you spoke, just as you hoped Mr. Ratio was glued to his seat as he attempted to reply to your quips.

“Again, as I am sure you are aware, the use of technology in space can be fickle when travelling, especially when older vessels are not in the proximity of an electric source,” the scholar’s voice rung though as annoying as ever, though the loss of extreme exclamations in his tone was glaringly obvious, “I therefore did not receive this automated message you speak of until I arrive here and connected to your ships internal power supply.”

“Ah, so you did receive the message?” you quipped, dropping the respectfulness in your tone with this opening the scholar oh so graciously dropped at your feet, “And yet instead of sending another email to correct your mistake, you decide to harass my colleague? For a genius, your logic seems to be lacking.” You couldn’t hide the excited bite in your tone now, or the giddeness you were experiencing due to this conversation.

You hated to admit it…

This was… kinda fun. Definitely not on the level of rizzing up a robot like you had been earlier, but this conversation was clearly entertaining. What more could a woman ask for than sassing a renowned genius to release sexual tension that had built up earlier that night?

“You- you are clearly trying to-”

You didn’t let him speak, “Lucky for you, as a senior member of the security department, I have access to Lady Asta’s emails, and was able to check them after Leonard told me about the situation. Loe and behold, there I found your little check in email. I was able to confirm your identity and status after talking to a collegue, and after running a voice analysis on this call…” you paused as your fingers quickly moved over the keyboard in front of you, “I can can officially welcome you to Herta’s Space Station, Mr. Ratio. I am disabling the external security systems now… and I’ll see you on the dock shortly.” With that, you pressed a button on the keyboard, hanging up the call before leaning back into the office chair with a small sigh.

“Miss Y/N, that was awesome!” Leonard was at your side immediately, patting you on the back as a look of relief passed over his features. He watched your fingers and you quickly disabled and re-enabled the external security system to the station, allowing the passage of the ship through, “What’s that guys deal anyway? He’s such an ass!” Leonard allowed himself to collapse in the desk chair after you stood, grabbing your book and your water bottle, which you allowed yourself a triumphant sip from.

“We should know better than anyone, Leonard,” you commented, quickly moving to the door of the security room so you could rush to the docking platform, “Geniuses are fucking weird.” With that, you walked out of the room the same way you walked into it, confidently as if this was your Space Station, leaving Leonard and the researchers to gossip over the juicy call they had just listened to alone.

You’re sure Arlan would hear about this in the morning… a fact that he wouldn’t find quite as amusing as Leonard and the others. Oh well, future problems, you supposed.

The walk from the security room to the docking platform was short, a mere 50 feet or so down a ramp and across a small black platform. As you walked, steps quick but not overly rushed, you could see the ship docking in the platform, a small ramp extending from the door to allow for easy passage to the walkway below. The man inside clearly was in no rush, and was remarkably more quiet compared to your first impression of him, with no noises traveling towards you as you approached.

You didn’t exactly know what to expect as you stood at the bottom of the ramp. Considering the vast number of people hosted on the ship, each different from the last, there could be pretty much anything inside that space ship. Your only had one experience with the IPC was with that one debt collector, Topaz, who stopped by once in a while to collect loans taken out by Herta to support the massive money sink which was the Space Station. If he was anything like Topaz, you were expecting a scantally dressed man with a nice figure and a cute trotter to accompany him.

Well you weren’t too far off with two of your guesses as you watched the man of the hour finally make his appearance. The man front of you was definitely well built, your eyes scanning over his muscular arms and broad shoulders as he descended the ramp. He also was fairly scantally dressed, his Greek-esque outfit barring cut outs on the sides, showing off his toned stomach, along with his aforementioned muscular arms, one of which was completely visible.

Unfortunately, the man was not accompanied by a trotter. Instead, he wore a alabaster head over his own, blocking his face from your view.

“Well Miss Y/N, I would say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I always tell my students that one shouldn’t lie in a professional setting,” he stood in front of your now, having finished descending the ramp. He was a head taller than you, and his close proximity meant you were basically face to face with his stupid broad shoulders and toned chest. Maybe if you were less pissed off and the it wasn’t past midnight at this point, you would find the nerve to exchange pleasantries. However, with the alcohol loosening your inhbitions and lips, you let you true thoughts ring out.

“Can you even see through that thing?”

The lack of direct response to his taunts and the sudden change of subject were clearly not expected by the scholar, who clutched the codex he carried to his toned chest, almost as if he was recoiling from your words.

“I beg your pardon?” He spoke a moment later, as if finally snapping back to reality, he tucked the codex under one arm, allowing him to awkwardly cross his arms across his chest in a show of… defiance? Toughness? You weren’t exactly certain.

“The alabaster head, can you see through it?” you tapped on the nose of the head, as if testing the material, “seems pretty thick to me, how do you even walk around in that thing?”

He now physically recoiled from your touch, quickly yanking the alabaster head off his own and allowing it to vanish, a technique of some weapon bearers that you didn’t quite understand yourself. You concealed your surprise at the man underneath. His shoulder-length blue-purple hair framed his face almost perfectly, and the golden leaf pin adorning the top of his head brought out the gold and amber red in his eyes; the very eyes that were now narrowed and glaring at you as he too looked over your appearance, “Enough! I forbid you from touching this head, do you understand the time that went into crafting this? Or does an imbecile like you not understand the concept of art and the beauty of sculpting?”

“Given the way you’re looking at me now, I’d guess the answer to my previous question was no,” you retorted with a smirk, before sticking out a hand in greeting, “Welcome to the Space Station, Mr. Ratio.” He stared at your hand, not moving to stick out his own.

“That is Dr. Ratio to you,” he snapped, “I expect someone of your standing would understand the importance of a proper label and greeting, or do you need me to read you a list of my credentials so you can truly understand the importance?”

“Considering were already stuck together, I would hope you would refrain from making both of our evenings more unbearable,” you commented, unable to resist the urge to roll your eyes, “I would expect someone of your status to shake my hand so we can end these non-existent fake pleasantries so I can escort you to your quarters so we will both be oh so happier.”

The Doctor let out a sound the mix of a scoff and a groan, reluctantly reaching a hand out to shake yours. His grip was strong, as expected based on his figure, you supposed, as he shook your hand with all the enthusiasm he could muster, “Thank you for the oh so kind welcome.”

“Great, you’re sounding more like an IPC delegate already!” you cheered in fake enthusiasm as he released your hand, “Let’s get going then, so both of us can rest easier.” You gestured for him to follow you down the platform, turning your head and not glancing back as you did so. You were reassured he was following you based on the sound fo his footsteps, evident by the quiet supply zone given the late hour.

“I must say, when that Leonard fellow said he was contacting his supervisor, I did not expect someone like you to show up,” he commented as he followed you, his tone of voice as arrogant as ever.

“Meaning?” you rebutted, not willing to show your hand and work up a retort until you truly understood what he was getting at. You glanced over your shoulder to meet his gaze briefly, his golden eyes fixed on you.

“Most higher ups in security departments are stern and unforgiving men, not some over confident zealous girl,” he expanded, spitting out the word girl as if it was some sort of insult. You didn’t bother with a reaction, somewhat used to comments of such a sort.

“Our boss, Arlan is the stern one, though he’s definitely pretty forgiving,” you shrugged, leading the man inside the security room, smirking when you caught him with a slightly frustrated expression when you look over your shoulder, “My job is to be the witty moodmaker, isn’t that right Leonard?” You let your eyes move from the scholae to Leonard, who looked up from the security cameras he was monitoring.

“Y-Yes Miss Y/N!” he stammared, flushing slightly as you smirked at him. He was quick to change his focus to the doctor beside you, “It is our pleasure to have you on the Space Station, Doctor Ratio.” The Doctor didn’t spare him a nod, only quickly glancing in his direction. Leonard’s face dropped at the lack of response, a change which angered you.

“I’m sure Mr. Ratio is thankful for the welcome,” you replied despite the indifference seen on the man beside you, “I’m sure he’s just too busy thinking of how he’s going to apologize to you, right Mr. Ratio?” you turn completely now to look the purple-haired man in the eye, tilting your head to the side innocently.

“Excuse me?” he glared at you, again crossing his arms, almost as if he was dealing with an unruly student rather than security personal on one of the most renowned Space Stations in the world.

“Oh, was that not on your mind?” you feigned ignorance, shifting your book under one arm and placing an exaggerated hand over your mouth, “my apologies, I guess I just expected for a intelligentsia guild member and delegate such as yourself to maintain pleasant relations with the station, and to apologize to those you wronged.” You let out an exaggerated sigh, looking at the other security members in the room, “I guess with the small crowd tonight, your reputation wasn’t exactly on your mind?”

He was fuming now, fists clenched at his side as he glared daggers at you. He fists remained there as he let his gaze wander from Leonard to the other security members, “I… apologize Leonard, and all of you, for letting my temper get the best of me. I suppose I am tired after my long day of travel… please forgive me.” His fists were practically shaking now, his barely-controlled anger begging to be released.

“Ah, look at that!” you exclaimed, shifting your book under your shoulder so you could place a mocking hand over your heart, “I can almost see the diplomatic relations between the IPC and the Space Station improving as we speak! Amazing! Let’s get going then, shall we?”

Leonard and the other securiy members stare at the both of you as you leave, mouths slightly agape as they watch the angry proud scholar trail after you, fists still clenched and face now red in a mix of embarrassment and anger, though he was forcing himself to take deep breaths as he went to calm his own temperament.

Arlan would definitely hear about this now…

You allowed yourself another long swig from your water bottle as you made your way through the winding silver hallways of the space station, the doctor on your heals.

“You’re breath smells like alcohol,” he stated simply, taking a few large steps so he was walking beside you, “I’ll let you know that that is the only reason I allowed you to treat me like some fool show for your co-workers. What would that Arlan fellow say if he learned you were drinking on the job?” his gaze flickered from your mouth to your water bottle, mouth crinkling in disgust.

“I was technically off work…” you glanced at your watch, “almost an hour ago at this point. Guess I’m not truly drinking on the job, hmm?” you spared a glance at the doctor, his face much less red, but his eyes angry still. You really had poked the wasps nest, huh?

“I am no fool, Miss Y/N,” he rolled his eyes, sighing in disappointment, “Based on how you are carrying your bottle, it is almost empty,” he eyed your hand, the only thing holding up the bottle being a few of your fingers clutched around the hand hold on the lid, “and based on your delayed reactions and unexplained confidence, it is clear you have been indulging in alcohol throughout the day.”

“Wow Doctor, I’m impressed,” you replied with a smirk, “I guess all the supposed titles you have aren’t only for show.” You both paused in front of the elevator, doing the best to ignore the growing tension between you to. You liked tension though, and this interaction was filling you with as much heat and excitement as your previous more steamy encounter with your robot companion earlier that evening, albeit much less pleasurable physically, the desire you had felt long ago fading away to a dull ache you would have to deal with yourself later.

“You are insufferable,” he replied, pushing in front of you to step into the elevator before you could. You rolled your eyes at that, quickly following in afterwards. You easily press the button to the floor containing the living quarters and guest rooms, cursing whoever designed the space ship for making the travel distance to them so unbearably far from your current location, “Though I must say, I am surprised a person of your intellect level is aware of Adler’s System of Ecological Classification.” Both you and the scholar’s eyes trail down to the book in your hands, a bookmark placed very close to the front cover.

“I’m not,” you said plainly, drumming your fingers against the hard cover, “I honestly don’t understand it at all. I told Adler I would try to read it so he would have someone to rant to about it.” You shrugged, looking from the book to the Doctor’s face.

“Ah, as expected, you truly are an idiot, just simply following the crowds and what people tell you to do instead of using your brain to come to your own decisions and calculations,” he sighed, as if disappointed in the outcome, “Though I don’t know what I expected from a security girl exactly. I should not have gotten my hopes up, I suppose.”

“You seem awfully sure of your abilities,” you commented offhandedly as the elevator finally reached the right floor, metal doors opening, and you and the doctor stepping out, “Interesting how this ‘security girl’ has managed to best you twice in one night. I suppose even the smartest people can be bested.”

Alone on this secluded floor, you could feel the tension building behind you, a glance in the reflection of your water bottle once again showing the Doctor clenching his fists in anger. It was kind of funny, you pondered, how someone such as him had no outlet for his emotions. Yet, the anger now was different, as if his body was a volcano on the brink of expkosion.

You heard his arm move before you saw anything.

In an instant, you let Adler’s book, the bookmark falling out of the marked pages, and your water bottle fall to floor, arm moving upwards towards your head to block the force of his codex from hitting you. Clearly surprised, the Doctor had no time to react when you turned on your heal, grabbing his wrists and slamming him into the wall beside the elevator, his muscular arms firmly held in his grasp. He attempted to wiggle free, his muscles clenching against your arms, but your grip remained solid, holding him there despite the height and size difference between your bodies.

He stared at you in shock, those golden eyes that he just loved to glare at you now wide an innocent like a childs, his lips parted slightly in shock as he blinked cluelessly at you. He almost looked beautiful then, your mind conceded, someone as stubborn as him put into his place by a woman half his size. The heat between you two was obvious, growing by the second as you held him there, staring into those pretty eyes just liked you owned them.

You had expected you would be pinning some man against the wall tonight. Though your predictions were not as exact as expected, and least the core of the guess had come true.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” your voice came out as a whisper as you held his wrists against the wall, speaking into his ear, “See, Mr. Ratio, though you may be some stupid academic genius with outstanding credentials and a stellar reputation, you clearly lack any common decency and respect.” Your breath fanned his face as you talked, “Calling me a girl, insulting the security team. You’re someone who doesn’t know their place here, so let me make that clear to you.”

You released one of his pinned arms, though his body seemed to shock to move away. You let your hand trail down his defined jaw, tilting his head downwards so he has no way to look away from your gaze. Your body felt sweaty again, hair sticking to your forehead much like it had earlier. Your love for tension, your craving for control, they were all shining through right now as you practically degraded the man in front of you.

“You have the book smarts. I have the street smarts… so next time you think about swinging that codex at me, know your place. I won’t be so merciful next time.” You let the one hand holding his wrist dig into his flesh slightly, twisting and flinching it until the Doctor winced, involuntarily letting out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

You released his other wrist then, satisfied with your work, but he remained against the wall for a second, as if too shocked to move. You were quick to turn around, grabbing your items from the floor, before strutting away, “Come on, Mr. Ratio… Your room is this way.”

[strawberri-yan]

Jing Yuan baby trapping trailblazer!reader, coercing them into giving up the trailbazing lifestyle, and the treating them like the finest treasure in all the Luofu!!!

He’s become too enamored of you with 0 intentions of letting you go. You are the only one good thing in his life and he believes he deserves to be selfish too for once. But when he heard the news you were to depart soon, it was as if his entire world was shattered. Reality had hit him hard when he had remembered that you were a Nameless! Your sole purpose was to travel to distant planets light years away. Therefore, the general decides to take matters into his own hands. Spiking your drink in a night of alcohol induced passion in your little get togethers. It was a one night stand that both of you promised to not let anyone else know, especially the Express crew.

As the days pass nearing your time at the Luofu, you notice the abnormal changes in your body in which you soon find out that you had fallen pregnant. The moment you shared the news with Jing Yuan in his private office, the atmosphere shifted as you were met with Jing Yuan’s enthusiasm and joy. Strong arms encircled around you, a warm and possessive embrace that seemed to promise protection and desire all at once before you feel yourself lifted in the air and twirled by the ecstatic general.

Jing Yuan voices how excited he is and couldn’t wait for his little one. Telling him how you and your child will be treated like treasures of the Loufu. He continues on adding that the two of you will wed right away so that the child could have proper parents. Yet you are very hesitant over the new drastic changes and his antics. A domestic, pampered lifestyle just wasn’t for you. You spoke your concerns with the general, negotiating that perhaps you could leave the child with Jing Yuan so that you may continue your trailblazing duties. You had expected the general to become upset yet surprisingly, he was calm and understanding which reassured you.

How wrong you were.

Later, you had found out that the express crew were getting detained over false accusations from the Loufu, their supposed crime was punishable for a lifetime of years in prison. Putting two and two together, you suspect that the general might have something to do with this. So you march towards his studies and demanded an answer.

"Jing Yuan, I demand to know the truth behind these accusations against my crew," your voice held a steely resolve. "You’ve done something, I know you have. All of this points right back to you.”

"(Y/N)," Jing Yuan's voice was velvety smooth, his tone carrying an air of nonchalance that contrasted the gravity of the accusation. "It seems you always had a way of seeing through the surface, don’t you? I'll admit, I've always admired your perceptive nature."

He leaned back in his seat, his golden eyes never leaving your face.

"You're right," he continued, his smile widening. "I did play a role in their detainment. But understand, (Y/N), I did it for you. To ensure your undivided attention and presence here. I see a future where you and our child are forever bound to the Loufu."

Jing Yuan's words were a careful dance, a balance of reason and manipulation. He spoke as if he had already woven a web that would secure you in his grasp.

“What..? “ you were speechless, not wanting to believe that your dear friend and ally would go to such lengths to get you to forcibly stay on the Luofu with him to raise a child you never wanted. “You endangered the life of my crewmates just because you wanted me to stay and play house wife with you?”

The general’s expression remained eerily serene despite the accusations hurled his way. His carefree smile persisted, a facade that concealed the complex tangle of emotions within him. "My dear, you are what simplify matters," Jing Yuan's voice was almost soothing, his words calculated to both placate and disarm. "I assure you, the lives of your crewmates were never in real jeopardy. I merely orchestrated a scenario to ensure our paths remained intertwined."

He gets up from his seat, taking a step forward you which causes you to take one back.

"I did it for us," he continued, his tone taking on a persuasive note. "To create a future where you and our child would be united under the banner of Loufu. A future where we could be together, as a family." Suddenly, your back presses against the cool surface of the wall. The General's cages you in as his freightening height looms over you, staring down like an eager predator. Jing Yuan's breath brushed against your ear as he leaned closer, his gaze unwavering. The General's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, tracing a path along your sides, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. His lips hovered dangerously close to your ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "After all, you have always been mine, even before you realized it."

[miya-akane]

ho, can I request a headcannon for Jingyuan, Blade, Caelus and Luocha with a dramatic s/o. Like someone when the exam week end be like “I ALREADY SAW THE LIGHT OF THE END, THE SATAN, THE JESUS, BUT NEVER A HELL IN FORMAT OF A PAPER”?

Jingyuan, Blade, Caelus and Luocha with a dramatic s/o

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a/n:i must say, this request is very fun to write! I hope you'll enjoy it too zhuwang! And sorry i make it a scenario instead but i think this'll fits better.

context: jingyuan, blade, caelus and luocha x dramatic! s/o (separate) (s/o is kinda childish)

tw:cursing?

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*chuckles*"Dear it's just a paper"

"JUST A PAPER?! Jingyuan. My love. Darling. These papers could fry my brain off."

(okay for context, you're the general assistant. And now you guys need to do some paperwork bit you know it's too much that you think you're starting to lose your mind)

"AHHHHH WHY THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM? That's it I'm dead now. Goodbye honey. You're on your own now." *fake faints*

"Oh dear. Seems like you've already on your end now. Alright then" he picked you up. "We're taking a break okay?"

(name) magically revived now "Really?! You're the best! Could we get some ice cream?"

jingyuan chuckled. "You're just like a little child. Very easy to entertain."

"Hey! But you love this child, don't you?"

"Of course I do dear. Now let's get you some ice cream shall we?"

"You're overreacting."

"Overreacting!? Blade, IM NOT KIDDING THE SUN COULD MELT ME TILL I TURNED INTO A PUDDLE YOU KNOW?!"

"Yet you don't. So let's get going"

"Bladeeee, bladieee please why do I need to tag along?"

"Because elliot ordered you to. Now hurry up"

(Oh what's this? Blade and his fellow stellaron hunter lover is going out on a mission but his beloved don't wanna go out cause it's too hot outside?(honestly very relatable))

"But it's too hot~ I couldn't move any faster than now"

"Tch..(name) darling, aren't you an ice user? You could use your power to cool yourself down."

"And you're a wind user so that mean you could provide me with some cool air so please? "

"Alright fine." He uses his power to help you cool down a little. "There all better now?"

"Very! Now let's go beat some asses love!"

"..we're just going to investigate some people not beat them.."

"Haha,I understand you're tired but we need to get going. Pom pom said that the train is about to depart. We don't wanna them to leave us right?"

"CAELUS! HOW COULD YOU LAUGH AT MY MISERY!? I thought you love me but not anymore i guess.." (name) fake cries.

(Oh my what now? You're crying cause you can't stand walking anymore. I mean i understand you cause you've been walking with caelus everywhere he goes since you're trailblazing with him)

"E-eh?! Babe don't cry! You know what?" He picked you off your feet, carrying you princess style. "This is better right?"

"Eehh?! Caelus!! Put me down this instant!"

"Why so? You said you're tired of walking right? So carrying you is better right. Since we're running late now"

"Y-yeah but you can't just-! Ugh i don't know what to say but just.. Please don't make me fall"

"I thought you've already fall for me?"

"Shut up you raccoon! Just go okay?!"

*chuckles* "Love you too baby~"

"I can't see why you're complaining love."

"WHY I'M COMPLAINING?! LU WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME AND YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR S/O IS ALLERGIC TO PAPERS?! im hurt"

"I can't say allergic is the right word...you're just trying to run away from responsibilities aren't you?"

"...i can't say that's wrong but-!"

(interesting, now luocha and his s/o needs to fill a long ass form to continue their journey? Damn i felt sorry for (name), those paper could make me cry too)

"No buts, we need to fill this form to continue our journey so why don't you fill your part?"

"But why there's too many papers like?! How long is this form honestly?!"

"Hmm..around 30 pages?"

"3O FREAKING PAGES?! That's it, lu. THESE PAPERS ARE THE REINCARNATION OF LUCIFER I SWEAR- IT'S SO TORTURING AND I NEED TO READ AND FILL THE BLANKS"

"It's just a simple task"

"NO IT'S NOT LU"

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another a/n:this turned out more hilarious that i imagined

[yuniemaki]

we never got to say goodbye (i'll see you soon)

Rating: G Series: Honkai Star Rail Pairing: Serval/Cocolia Tags: Grief/Mourning, spoilers for Belobog arc Word count: 1k

Crossposted on AO3

Summary:

Serval’s hand stops, lingering on her name. “But this isn’t goodbye, is it?” she whispers, “It’s just a ‘see you soon’.”

In which Serval visits Cocolia's grave and reflects on the loss of a dear one.

Beyond the gates of Belobog, the cold is harsh and unforgiving.

Serval trudges through ankle-deep snow, wrapped in three layers of thermal wear. The icy wind whips at her blond hair, throwing her tresses into a frenzy, and flings snow onto her goggles and mask. An endless field of white stretches out before her, framed only by towering iron gates and mechanical remnants that matter no longer.

Even after the Stellaron’s destruction, the Eternal Freeze remains. 

You don’t need to go, Gepard had said, it’s over. 

“I have to,” Serval mutters to no one, stubbornly placing one foot in front of the other. I have to see the place Cocolia took her final breath— 

There. A silhouette in the blinding white, unmoving in the sweeping winds of Jarilo-IV. Serval quickens her pace, stomping through the snow until she reaches the metal wreckage lying at the peak of a snowy hill. The raging blizzard has long swept away all traces of battle, and the Stellaron has long been sealed by the trailblazers. 

But there, snuggled in its center, within the loving arms of this wreckage… lies a single tombstone. 

Serval doesn’t know what she expected. Perhaps a foolish part of her hoped to see Cocolia again, even if it’s just an echo. Perhaps she thought some piece of Cocolia lived on in the snowstorm. 

Or perhaps she still believed Cocolia would wait for her.

Of course not. After that day, there was no place in the Supreme Guardian’s heart for her, for Serval. Despite the cold, Serval perches herself on a small metal platform, staring at the tombstone now covered in snow. It's funny how she had an entire speech planned for this moment, including a long portion where she'd intended to yell at her grave. Yet when she's finally here, standing where Cocolia did before she left this world— Serval can't say a single word. It all clumps together into a thick lump in her throat. 

She manages a, “You know, Coco…” before her breath stutters. It has been years since she even uttered that nickname. Her eyes sting with tears.

They are two halves of a whole. If they were born in seasons, Cocolia would be born in winter, and Serval in summer. Where Serval had the passion to start new things, it was Cocolia who would see them to fruition. It was Cocolia, all those years ago, who forced Serval to go through with her rock’n’roll dream. To start a band, to run a gig. It was Cocolia who gifted her the guitar of her dreams, who turned her ideas into reality. And Serval loved her for it. 

But when she became the Supreme Guardian— 

A pause, in which Serval struggles to compose herself. “I… I still don’t understand what happened to you. I thought…”

I thought sealing the Stellaron would bring you back. 

Serval laughs, as bitterly as the blizzard bites at her fingers and toes. “I keep telling myself I’m over you, but how can I be? We shared everything. Until—”

She tears up at the memory. 

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Cocolia, the newly appointed Supreme Guardian of Belobog, was seated in a chair far too large for her, with the light of day at her back. Serval, smartest of the Silvermane Guards, was standing before her, livid. “You cannot do this,” she’d said, “Cutting off the Underworld like this… we’re dooming half of our people to die!”

“You dare to question my decision, Serval Landau?” 

Cocolia’s voice. So uncaring, so dismissive, it felt like a spear of ice piercing through Serval’s heart. Before she took the mantle of leadership, before she entered Qlipoth Fort… Cocolia had been different. She had been warm and tender and full of life.

“We are meant to protect the people,” Serval declared, “How is this—”

“This is our only option,” Cocolia had cut her off, swift and harsh. “And nothing will change my mind.”

“What about the Fragmentum? Shouldn’t we be fixing that instead of dividing our people?”

“The Fragmentum is the very reason I’m closing off the Underworld,” the Supreme Guardian had replied, rising to her feet. In her eyes, Serval saw nothing but ice, as cold as the Eternal Freeze. A chill had run down her spine. “We are done here.”

Serval took a step back, shivering. “Why, Cocolia… why have you grown so cold…?”

Something flared in that icy gaze. A hint of regret, perhaps. “Serval Landau… you were my most cherished friend.” Cocolia turned away, facing the light of her window. Serval remembers this clearly, for she looked nothing short of being a goddess bathed in wintry light.

Yet her next words would slip into her like a knife between her ribs, lodging into her heart like a shard of glass: “But there is no place for you in this new world.”

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“It’s like becoming the Supreme Guardian robbed you of life,” Serval whispers, shaking the memory off with a sigh. “I just…”

What is the point? Serval doesn’t know anymore. She stayed in Belobog for Cocolia, because Cocolia was still here, even if the Supreme Guardian wouldn't see her. It brought Serval comfort, at least, to know that Cocolia remained in Qlipoth Fort, watching over Belobog. But now she’s gone.

Serval reaches up, rubbing the tears from her eyes before putting her goggles back on. “Bronya found… the guitar,” she chokes out, “The one you made for me.” She lets out a hollow chuckle. “I can’t believe you kept it, you sentimental idiot.”

The tombstone does not answer.

She unhooks the strap, taking out the silver guitar. “I took it back to Neverwinter… gave it a little tuning.” Serval takes off her gloves, wincing as the freezing winds snap hungrily at her fingers. “It still works.” She strums the guitar, and smiles at the familiarity of the crisp, nasal tones it produces. 

“Remember our first gig? You were so nervous about being the bassist…” 

But we had so much fun, in the end. 

Serval strums out a tune, the first song they’d ever played together. She remembers looking back to see Cocolia strumming the bass guitar, a radiant smile on her lips. She remembers how the theater’s lights had shined, just for them, and all the magic they made that night. How the crowd had roared and cheered, how Cocolia’s breath had been taken away. How they'd danced into the night, hands entwined, and laughed till dawn.

How Cocolia had shyly pulled her close while she fumbled for the keys to their room, and pecked her ever so lightly on the lips. 

So much hope. So much life. 

Robbed from her in a single day, when she lost her daughter and her joy. The mantle of Supreme Guardian and its forbidden knowledge sank into her heart like a shard of ice, seeping away the warmth in her eyes.

Serval thinks about the possibilities often. If only she’d been more persistent. If only she’d tried harder. What if she’d written letters to Cocolia after being fired, instead of starting her own workshop and closing her heart away? What if she’d continued pursuing her study of the Stellaron in private? Could she have found a way to save Cocolia? Could her sacrifice have been avoided? 

Does any of this matter? She is gone.

The dead do not come back.

“I came to tell you something,” Serval finally says, clutching the guitar tightly in her bare hands. The cold has wormed its way into her fingers, and she can barely feel them. “Coco, I'm leaving. I don't know how long I'll be. So I thought I'd visit you first, because…” Her voice trails off. She bites back a sob.

The howling wind whips her hair into a frenzy. Serval stays motionless before the tombstone, like a piece of discarded metal.

“We never got to say goodbye, Cocolia…” Serval lays the guitar in the snow, running a hand across the tombstone. Snow falls away to reveal a simple epitaph, for such a complex woman. 

Here lies Cocolia Rand, 13th Supreme Guardian of Belobog.

Serval’s hand stops, lingering on her name. “But this isn’t goodbye, is it?” she whispers, “It’s just a ‘see you soon’.”

She gets to her feet, staring at the wreckage embracing Cocolia’s grave. It reminds her of a cradle, like a mother sheltering her innocent babe. 

Cocolia gave her life for Belobog, but this sanctuary means nothing to Serval now. To let go, she must leave Belobog. Leave Jarilo-IV. If she travels with the Astral Express, studies the Stellarons— she might yet find the answers she seeks. And perhaps, someday, she will find the strength to return to the land Cocolia so loved, more than she ever loved Serval herself.

Serval musters up a smile, and gives the tombstone a wave. “So… wait for me, okay? I’ll see you soon, Coco.”

I’ll see you soon.

[rebecca-lotto]

like a good portion of the genshin x star rail crossover stuff ..

at least what i've seen - is a lot of the 'kaveh & alhaitham are dr ratios parents' and all the fluffy hurt/comfort fics that this entails.

also , dr ratio would def receive a geo vision , you can fight me on this. as for aventurine im torn between making him cryo, or geo as well.

but when i try to write something in this crossover myself (that isn't centered 'round sumeru) , my gremlin brain is bongoing the keyboard with heist ideas and screaming about the masked fools.

elation ! trailblazer and klee would be a very dangerous - but fun - pair if left unsupervised for more than 5 minutes .

the initial meeting between the astral express crew (-1 raccoon) and knights of favonius is cut short by the sound of explosions and raucous laughter following them .

after watching klee and what merry chaos she wreaks , stelle/ caelus decide that since there's no trashcans to pilfer , obtaining a vision of her/ his very own sounds far more fun ~

and after the 3rd attempt to juggle jumpty dumpties ends in a few jumpscared guards and klee gaining her own mask , the duo flee to the Angel's Share tavern in order to plan their next move.

in the tavern information is traded over a few pints of apple cider and a decent introduction to the genius invocation TCG .

much merriment was to be had when a misbegotten miscreant let word of "the dark knight hero" slip its way into the ears of the pair of masked fools , who both now had a lovely excuse to get up to some midnight mischief.

somewhere , the aforementioned Dark Knight hero got a sudden chill down his spine ; but he remains unaware of the duo intent on chasing him down.

and thus concludes act 1

don't worry though dear audience, this won't be the last you see of our merry pair of fools.

things are gonna get fun when this duo sets off for liyue

more lore stuff below the cut

now i don't have a good idea on what Klee's mask would look like , but with her first steps on the path of elation comes plenty of new andwild things she can have her bombs do.

as for the trailblazer ; aha's gaze gifts them with a tanuki mask and the ability to transform into other people ; the only giveaway to their trick is that their eye color doesn't change.

and when the story rolls over to the start of the heist(s) , klee's disguise for this bit of mischief would certainly be based on kaeya.

[prettyhennytea]

💔✨ Heartbreak in the NFL Community: Remembering Khyree Jackson's Remarkable Journey ✨💔

In a tragic turn of events, the football world mourns the loss of Khyree Jackson, the promising Minnesota Vikings cornerback whose life was cut short in a devastating car crash at the tender age of 24. The news, confirmed by the team and Maryland State Police, reverberated through Prince George’s County, leaving a void that echoed the untold potential of a young athlete’s dream.

Joined in a cruel twist of fate were Isaiah Hazel and Anthony Lyttonn, Jackson’s high school teammates, their lives intertwined in a tragic accident that claimed much more than words can convey. As investigations unfold, the heartbreaking details emerge, painting a picture of loss and shattered hope in the wake of a fateful collision.

Jackson’s journey, a testament to resilience and determination, resonates with those who knew him both on and off the field. From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of his NFL dreams, his story captured hearts and inspired many along the way. A trailblazer who refused to be defined by obstacles, he embraced every challenge with unwavering grace and determination.

The moments leading up to his NFL draft day, filled with excitement and anticipation, now echo with a bittersweet nostalgia. The joy of the call from the Vikings, the shared laughter with loved ones, and the dreams that seemed within reach only moments before tragedy struck - all immortalized in memories tinged with sorrow and disbelief.

As the football world reels from the loss of a promising talent, the words of Vikings general manager Kwesi Adofo-Mensah reflect the collective grief and admiration for the resilience that defined Khyree journey. A story that weaves through trials and triumphs, setbacks and success, with a spirit that refused to be dimmed by the challenges that came his way. 

From the halls of high school to the pinnacle of professional football, Jackson’s unwavering spirit and determination left an indelible mark on all who crossed his path. A shining example of perseverance and dedication, his legacy will forever be remembered in the hearts of those who knew and believed in him.

As we mourn the loss of Khyree Jackson and his companions, let us also celebrate the remarkable journey he embarked upon, the lives he touched, and the dreams he inspired. In the face of tragedy, may his spirit live on as a beacon of hope and resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the light of one’s legacy can never be extinguished.

Our hearts go out to the families, friends, and teammates of Khyree Jackson, Isaiah Hazel, and Anthony Lytton, as we honor their memory and cherish the impact they had on our lives. Rest in peace dear Khyree, may your story continue to inspire and uplift all those who following in your footsteps. 🕊️🌟 #RememberingKhyreeJackson #LegacyofResilience #NFLCommunityMourns 💔🌟

[ghabbb]

Greetings, dear readers! 💥

🏆 Ghabby's Journey of Academic Excellence 🌟

Welcome to my digital haven, where words weave a tapestry of thoughts, stories, and inspiration. Join us on this exciting adventure as we delve into a myriad of topics, from the profound to the lighthearted. Today, we embark on an intriguing exploration into the life of a remarkable individual—Ghabby Joy Q. Amper. At the tender age of 18, Ghabby has already etched a unique story that mirrors a drapery of passion, resilience, and familial love. Born on October 13, 2005, in the vibrant city of Caloocan, Ghabby's journey began against the backdrop of bustling streets and the heartbeat of metropolitan life. However, her narrative is not just defined by the city lights but is intricately woven with the threads of her family. Ghabby's parents, the late mother Rowena Q. Amper and her father Bombet I. Amper, have laid the foundation of her character, instilling values that have become the compass guiding her path. Despite the untimely departure of her mother, Ghabby's spirit remains unbroken. A proud sibling to Mark Raphael, Angela Bianca, and Trisha Mae, Ghabby finds strength in the bonds of family. Together, they navigate life's twists and turns, creating a support system that weaves warmth and companionship into the fabric of their shared journey. Adding a delightful touch to the family dynamic is Ghabby's cute niece, Marielle Miesha A. Aguilos. The joy and innocence Miesha brings serve as a reminder of the beauty found in the simplest moments, a respite from the challenges life may present. Expect a diverse array of content that mirrors the montage of life—each article a unique color in the palette of our collective experiences. Whether you're here for a moment of reflection, a dose of creativity, or a spark of motivation, we've crafted this space just for you. ✨ Let the exploration begin, and together, let's embark on a journey through the captivating world of words. 🚀📖

#WelcomeToMyBlog

📚🎶Ghabby's Wonderland: A Symphony of Stories and Melodies📚🎶

Dive into the extraordinary academic odyssey of Ghabby Joy Q. Amper, a trailblazer from an early age. From clinching the Top 1 spot in kindergarten to consistently earning honors throughout her schooling, Ghabby's academic prowess shines. Her achievements include district-level triumphs in Balagtasan during Grade 6, followed by an impressive 2nd place at the division level. Ghabby's commitment to excellence continued with honors in Grades 6, 7, and 10. In the realm of literary accomplishments, Ghabby secured 3rd place in the Buwan ng Wika: Pagsulat ng Sanaysay (Month of Language: Essay Writing) competition during her Grade 11 year. Join us in applauding Ghabby's journey—a testament to diligence, intellect, and an unwavering pursuit of excellence. 🎓⭐

#AcademicAchievements

In the delightful universe of Ghabby Joy Q. Amper, hobbies are not just pastimes; they are portals to enchantment. Join us as we unravel the vibrant threads of her world, where stories, music, and singing converge to create a kaleidoscope of joy. The enchanting realm of Ghabby, where the magic of stories meets the rhythm of melodies. A voracious reader, Ghabby finds solace in the pages of captivating tales, transporting herself to worlds unknown. When not immersed in the written word, Ghabby's world resonates with the harmonies of music. An avid listener with an eclectic taste, she finds inspiration in melodies that paint emotions in vibrant hues. But the magic doesn't end there—Ghabby's voice becomes a melody of its own. With a passion for singing, she turns moments into lyrical expressions, weaving her own narrative through the cadence of her voice. Join us in exploring the multifaceted world of Ghabby—where stories come alive, music dances through the air, and the joy of singing creates a symphony of hobbies that define her unique essence.

#Ghabby'sHobbies

[thehyppedstories]

The Misconception called SAPA.

The average Nigerian youth is a "relative-creative"; out of his belly flows rivers of Creativity. It's his own way of battling with the day-to-day limitations saddled on him by bad government and ill decisions of his. One of such creative measures to whisk him out of depression and illicit thoughts is the birth of new words with which he makes weighty matters become obscure. One of those trailblazing words has fast become a legend. It boasts of chart topping songs, and has gone as far as hitting the number 1 position on the trends table of the highly competitive and dismissive Twitter-NG on multiple occasions. That word is "SAPA."

As the urban dictionary would have it, Sapa is "a period of lack." A regular Nigerian youth is "sapa-fied" thanks to the high rate of unemployment and low appreciation of talents. The regular person would rather have you employed in a 9-5 job than support your craft. The problem in being a 9-5ier is that it kills talents. It destroys your zeal to become your truest forms. Not only are they "silent killers", 9-5 jobs are hard to come by. Except you have "long legs" you'd walk the streets of Ikeja and Agbara and the only thing you'd return with would be dust on your shoes. It's why many youths have resigned to their fate. However, this state we call Sapa, it has been highly misconstrued. It is highly misunderstood.

Sometime ago, our dear president referred to the Nigerian youths as being "lazy." The response? It was exciting. Nigerians from all works of life came out to show their strength, their strength in creativity, career, education, entrepreneurship and craft. The world at large came to recognize the force called a "Nigerian youth." These same Nigerian youths are seen flying the national flag of our beautiful nations in art, movies, music and sports. This sometimes make me wonder, what spurs the Nigerian youth to success?

Nigerians have a saying, "pikin wey dey find party rice no supposed to fear dance." This could be interpreted to being, he who chases after success should not be scared of adversaries. What are adversaries? Adversaries are many things which we come to put into one term "SAPA." Sapa is account balance of ₦0.00, Sapa is no electricity supply, Sapa is inflated transport fare. When you hear people talk about Sapa, you'd believe it is a demon. No, Sapa is the Nigerian version of tests and trials to a believer. It is the medium by which our skills, talent and resolve are tested.

Today, in Nigerian banks are farmers who are supposed to be producing bags of garri, in the labs are book writers who chose to switch because they were looking for a means of livelihood. Are we not supposed to look Sapa in the face head-on, with boldness and declare to it that it lost before the fight started? The question lies, how do we survive then?

It's simple, you survive when you live, not when you exist. Existence lies in a valueless life. Living on the other end is a state of giving value through your talents and skills. The misconception we had all stemmed from our perception of success, we expected it to be served to us on a platter of gold- this only happens in fairy tales, to the villains. It is not enough to be talented, it is not enough to have the desire to want to be successful. How far are you willing to go to become successful? The one who can sings allows it end there, the one who can write stories comes to build his life around it. That could have worked if we were in a nation where systems had been established. Here, you have to work, but in a bid to not get lost in your work, find temporary jobs or businesses that are in line with your talents and abilities.

Learn skills, there are a million and one platforms out there today that are willing to teach you one thing or another to help you progress in your chosen field. Are you a songwriter or a vocalist? How about you learn mastering of music online. Story writer, have you ever thought of video editing before? The internet is here to make life easier for us, don't allow Instagram be your comfort zone, make it a research ground too.

Sapa should not be the reason why you're finding it hard to survive. Sapa should be a form of inspiration. It should push you to want to give your all and best. It should help open your eyes to the position you find yourself in today, what you're losing and that which you stand to gain if only you decide to stand and push. Sapa is not a demon, it's an angel that wants to direct you to the reality of who you are.

[tren-fraszka]

Rare Pairs Exchange 2023

Dear creator,

Thank you for taking your time to check my requests. I know my requests can sound a bit tricky, but please don’t be discouraged. I wish you will have good time writing first and foremost!

My AO3 is Tren, if you wish to check it out. I’m open to treats.

Likes: comedy, angst, casefics, canon compliants, canon divergences, AUs, time loops, bodyswaps, roleswaps, “being hoisted by your own petard” plotlines, snark, pettiness, rivals, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, bed sharing, violence, friendships, and character bonding,

DNW: explicit sex (makeouts and fade to black is okay), A/B/O, mpreg, rape depicted as positive (so no “it’s okay, because the other person enjoyed it/it was what they truly wanted”), trans headcanons, soulmate AUs, stories ending with surrender to fate/destiny, fourth wall breaking in canons where that doesn’t occur, character has cancer or other real-life terminal disease AU, word “queerplatonic”.

Also, I included what ships I’m okay with in each fandom. Please do not include any ships that aren’t canon and I have not allowed in those sections (if you feel really strongly about a ship I haven’t mentioned, you can always ask through mods just in case).

On a separate, but similar note, I’m okay with OCs as long as they don’t overshadow the characters I requested.

Additionally, while I almost never request fanart as possible medium, because I prefer my main gift to be fic, I would be very okay with receiving fanart treats. Also, feel free to peruse my old letters if you get your hands on them. I never stop being interested in fandoms, and if I requested something once I will still want it in the future.

                                     REQUESTS

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Kafka/Stelle

I was down bad for Kafka ever since I first saw her and it’s no surprise that this ship quickly found a way into my heart.

I love Kafka’s manipulative demeanor, but also how she clearly cares about Stelle beyond just the grand plan they are both a part of. Or is that care also a part of an act? Who can tell? Certainly not Stelle, who is stuck trying to figure out Kafka

I honestly want to see more interactions from those two. Maybe Stelle, bored to death from waiting on Xianzhou’s bureaucracy to finally let her kick some ass, stumbles on Kafka and decides to try to get some answers from her rather than contacting Express. Will they go on a date, or maybe go on a mission together, or maybe there will briefly make out? So many options!

Or maybe for some reason Stelle gets briefly kidnapped by Kafka, and just because Stelle understands what Stockholm Syndrom is, doesn’t mean it’s easy to resist falling for her captor

What if Kafka broke into Simulated Universe with Silver Wolf’s help and added herself into the code. I’d love a story where Stelle keeps jumping into SU in order to meet virtual Kafka, hoping to gain some understanding of her and maybe getting some nice virtual gifts each time it happens

I also love the dichotomy they have going when it comes to their approch to destiny. Kafka describes herself as a slave to fate, while the protagonist despite being setup is clearly carving her own destiny as a Trailblazer and there’s just something really poetic about it. I feel like it’s that aspect of Stelle that makes Kafka smitten with her

AUs and ships

I’d rather avoid setting AUs for this canon, since I feel like it would be hard to replicate the elements that make this ship so fun. I’d however love any canon divergences. I’d love an AU where Kafka is a double agent and has separate identity as Stellaron Hunter and someone on the Express. Or maybe since Kafka has powers affecting mind, there’s some sort of mental link between the two of them.

I’d rather Stelle isn’t shipped with anyone else. I’m fine with background Bronya/Seel. Feel free to inquire about other background pairings

BUDDY DADDIES

Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei

My platonic ideal of this series is the very first scene we see with the cool car chase and our two protagonists cornering their mark. Only for the tense interrogation they are putting their target through to get interrupted by phone call and an ensuing bickering because Miri had gotten sick and how dare Rei not notice. The guy they captured tries to use that moment to escape, only to get shot, since the protagonists don’t have time to deal with him anymore. They have sick child to take care of. And like, I enjoyed the rest of the series, but that one scene was just the undistilled essence of what I found the most entertaining.

I’m fine with both platonic and romantic take on Kazuki’s and Rei’s relationship. I just really enjoyed the domesticity they built up together and how grounded their relationship felt. Like, it obviously started from convenience with Kazuki having nowhere to go and Rei being completely unpreapared for living alone. But somewhere along their partnership, they forged a really strong bond where they both realize that they need each other, even if they don’t exactly put into words.

For more platonic prompts, I’d love to see the beginnings of their cohabitation. What sort of arguments they had at the start? What kind of compromises they had to make? We know that Rei tried to adopt a cat. Were then other attempts he made at having an animal? Did they acquire a cat after the event of canon? On that note, I’d love any exploration of what happened post-canon. How did their dinner operation start? Were they forced to use any of their assassin skills despite retirement? Did they develop a rivalry with a neighbourhood Italian restaurant that’s definitely not lead by some similarly retired mafia members? On similar topic, did Rei and Kazuki have scuffles with other assassin groups when they were still active? What if they had to compete with someone for the same target?

For more romantic prompts, I’d love exploration of how their cohabitation could turn into something more. As well as the two of them kinda finding the right shape of their relationship. Like, I’d love to see them trying to do some general couple things, but not everything quite sticking. Like for example, maybe they try to sleep in the same bed, but it turns out that Rei isn’t quiet ready to abandon the safety of the bathtub. Or Kazuki realizes he can’t enjoy one of typical couple activities since it reminds him too much of his time with his wife. Kazuki and Rei just have such different types of trauma and the idea of them finding ways to be happy despite it all really fascinating.

I’d also love fumbling displays of affection happening at awkward moments during their assassin jobs. Does the gun need a big red ribbon on it? No, but it’s the thought that counts.

I enjoy Miri and Kyu (and other secondary characters), so don’t hesitate to include them if you wish.

AUs and ships

I think a setting change could be pretty fun as long as Rei and Kazuki continue to work as assassins or have similar profession. Different time periods, fantasy AUs, or such could be really interesting for them. I also wouldn’t mind seeing a different take on the ending, maybe they find a different way to convince Rei’s dad to leave them alone and stay in the business. Or they do give up on being assassins, but rather than opening a dinner they choose some other job. AU where Kazuki and Rei are actually a comedian and oil baron, but they give everyone the wrong impression that they are assassins due to Rei’s awkward wording (and him playing too much FPSes) and Kazuki being bad at jokes.

I wouldn’t mind a deeper look into Kazuki’s relationship with his wife (especially since we see him struggle with comparing what he lost and what he has now in anime).

MACHIKADO MAZOKU

I watched both anime seasons, but haven’t read the manga yet. Please don’t spoil developments that weren’t yet in anime.

Chiyoda Momo/Yoshida "Shamiko" Yuuko

Do I even need to explain? Those two are just perfect together - a depressed magical girl finding love and acceptance with very clumsy demon who makes the dark side look way more tempting than it ever should have been.

I’m definitely here for both Shamiko trying to pull Momo out of depression through her “evil” schemes and for some more serious plot. Whether it be cute moments of bonding or Shamiko proving her worth when her friends or family are in danger, I’m here for it.

I would be up to more outings of those two. Maybe they go to aquarium or movies? Or maybe Momo requires more mental support and has Shamiko dive into her dreams (this time consensually) to help her deal with some sort of bad memory or recurring nightmare. What if some rouge demon or magical girl came into town and started causing trouble? How would our duo resolve it? Are there more secrets left behind by Momo’s sister than need to be solved?

Chiyoda Momo/Yoshida "Shamiko" Yuuko/Lico

I really loved the addition of Lico to the cast. She’s such an chaos element, because at one moment she’s extremly useful and the second she’ll be trying to spike your food with suspicious herbs. Just 100% trickster fox and I love her for that.

I found her relationship with both Shamiko and Momo extremely compelling. She’s a bit of a cunning senpai for Shamiko, obviously happy to teach her, but definitely not above a harmless prank here and there. On the other hand, there’s Momo, who visibly reminds Lico of her bad experiencess in the past, but at the same time she’s very willing to help Momo, but not without being very snarky about it and pranking her like there’s no tomorrow. I feel like that complex relationship between the characters is so good.

I would be curious to explore Lico’s point of view when it comes to Momo’s descent to the dark side. Is that the reason why she warmed up to Momo despite her bad experiences? Does she have some specific hangups that she needs to work through before she can actually enter the relationship? Does Lico want to influence Shamiko’s development as a demon in some way, or is she satisfied helping her along on the path Shamiko choose herself? Does she try to teach Shamiko some of her magic? What if Lico engaged in some pranking that got out of hand and now is desperately trying to hide the truth from Shamiko and Momo by creating a fake villain?

AUs and ships

I don’t want any setting changes, but would very much enjoy other AU shenanigans. What if Sakura was still around and trying to play a matchmaker? What if something goes wrong when Shamiko dives into Momo’s dream and they end up bodyswapping? What if Momo also started working in the cafe? Time loop could be very fun for this fandom.

There are no other relationships I’d be interested in that come to my mind, but, as always, feel free to ask me through the mods about secondary pairings you may want to add to the story

SAIHATE NO PALADIN

I've seen anime and are reading manga. Please no light novel spoilers.

William "Will" G Maryblood/Meneldor | Menel

Those two idiots. I loved that they start as enemies before Meneldor actually realizes that he looks up to Will’s kindness. And then he just immediately pledges his loyalty to Will, because he ain’t one to do things by halfs.

I’d honestly love to see those two just getting a chance to have fun and mess around. They both didn’t have any friends for a long time, so I kinda just want them to enjoy each other’s presence. Exchanging some fun stories, engaging in friendly competition, teaching each other new things. There’s just so much they can do together.

It would also be fun to explore how Menel kept supporting Will during the visit in Whitesails and the subsequent expedition. We mostly see events from Will’s perspective, so I feel like showing those events from his point of view would be very interesting

I’d love epistolary story with Will sending letters to Augustus (I’m open to handwaving how they reach him), in which he utterly fails to hide his growing crush on Meneldor

I’m always up for Robina being a tease and wingwoman

AUs and ships

I’d prefer no setting changes, since this is the closest I will ever get to requesting Tolkien. However, I’d love canon divergences. What if Will gave in and took Stagnate’s offer, setting off on a journey in an attempt to escape from the feeling of shame. How different would his meeting with Meneldor be under those circumstances? 

There are no other relationships I’d be interested in that come to my mind, but, as always, feel free to ask me through the mods about secondary pairings you may want to add to the story

FATE/GRAND ORDER

I’m only playing on NA server. Please don’t include spoilers for what happened on JP servers.

Okada Izou | Assassin/Sakamoto Ryouma | Rider

I love that the first we see of their relationship is Okada being absolutely pissed about Ryoma betraying him and leaving to die, and Ryoma being like “that’s fair”, and letting himself get stabbed because he has absolute confidence that Okada doesn’t actually want to kill him. If that’s not great ship material I don’t know what is.

I love how thin the line between Ryoma caring about Okada and manipulating him into doing what he wants is. And that Okada is aware of it, but at same time he’s completely unable to let go despite constantly proclaiming that he won’t get tricked again. And yet he gets tricked. Every. Single. Time.

I would love both some shenanigans in Chaldea, as well as a look into their lives before they became Heroic Spirits. I’m not very versed in history of Japan though, so while I’d love a more history based story please assume you are telling it to someone who needs a quick history lesson at the same time. For Chaldea shenanigans I would enjoy Okada picking up fight with everyone who catches his attention and then inevitably getting his ass kicked, because he’s used to being a big fish in small pond, while Ryoma tries to make sure he doesn’t kill himself in the process. Or helps him get along with other Heroic Spirits. I would love to see Okada being pacified with some food. Maybe discovering liking for a dish he had never tried before.

Inclusions of Oryou is welcome, and you are free to make it a threesome. Just please don’t forget to include some flirty Ryoma and Okada interactions.

Saitou Hajime | Saber/Yamanami Keisuke | Saber

What is with GudaGuda and introducing great m/m ships?! We will never know. But what I do know is that Saito being very protective of Yamanami all through the event really got to my shipper soul. Everyone was giving Yamanami shit about being the traitor and what did Saito do? Make sure that this time Yamanami wouldn’t be alone when traitoring and if it isn’t a basis for a ship, I don’t know what is.

I would love both some shenanigans in Chaldea, as well as a look into their lives before they became Heroic Spirits. I’m not very versed in history of Japan though, so while I’d love a more history based story please assume you are telling it to someone who needs a quick history lesson at the same time. I obviously don’t want any references to how Yamanami is going to join Chaldea in the future, but the fifth GudaGuda event already gives a pretty good idea about how he interacts with others. I’d enjoy seeing a Shinsengumi outing where they try to ease Yamanami into being a part of their group again and Saito quietly supporting it. But I would also love to see Yamanami reciprocating that kindness by seeing through Saito’s facade and being there when he needs it.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada | Ruler/Semiramis | Assassin

I feel in love with this ship when watching Fate/Apocrypha and I’m living with all the content FGO is giving for them. Truly, Ancient Babylonian Ruler/Priest is a winning formula for Fate ships.

I love how much those two contrast, yet fit each other. And how well they understand both the virtues and vices of the other. I’d love to see valentine events after the first one where Semiramis got introduced. Are they similar, or does the way they celebrate change? Is there a return gift on White Day?

I greatly enjoy that Amakusa is pretty much a kindergarten caretaker who works himself to the bone when he isn’t the biggest Holy Grail craving menance to happen to Chaldea. I would enjoy seeing either side of him, whether it be Semiramis indirectly helping Amakusa regarding the children or foiling his attempts to get the Grails. I would also love any totally-not-dates involving those two.

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General prompts for all the requested relationships: I’d love mission gone wrong. Maybe they Rayshift with Master (I’m fine with both male and female Master for this request) but end up stranded during the mission. Or they have to camp somewhere and it results in a lot of bickering. Or the characters unsuccessfully try to stealth.

AUs and ships

I don’t want setting AUs for this canon unless you want to explore alternate history takes, since that’s the type of content I’ll eat with a spoon.

Please inquire through mods if you want to include other ships, because there’s too many characters to consider

LOVE AFTER WORLD DOMINATION

I’m fine with including material from manga that’s been translated into English

Aikawa Fudou/Magahara Desumi

When I was starting this series I didn’t expect to stumble into a wholesome romance, but here we are and I absolutely love the main duo and everyone else in this sentai-themed bar.

I love that they share hobbies. Desumi being okay with a workout date was so cute, but I would love to see Fudou attempting to take Desumi on a proper date as promised. Or it descends into another workout date anyway, because they want more excitement. Aquarium date would also be great, just saying. I also loved when they set up a confrontation between Gecko and Gelato in the amusement park, so they could sneak out to have fun together. What if they do something similar in another location?

I’m also always welcome to any Gelato or Gecko shenanigans. I eat that sentai nonsense with a spoon. Maybe Fudou gets invited to Desumi’s family meeting (in Gecko costume, of course) where he gets to experience a true Gecko Christmas. Or Desumi accidentally joins Gelatos on their day off, since she knows half the team at this point. What if Gecko’s and Gelato’s accidentally book the rooms in the same karaoke/dinner/other place of entertainment to celebrate and Fudou and Desumi frantically try to make sure others in their organization don’t realize that their sworn enemies are just behind the wall

If you want something a bit more serious, both Fudou and Desumi mentioned that they want to give up on their current roles at some point and actually lead normal lives. How would their “graduation” look like when it does happen? How would they navigate this new chapter in their lives? How would it change the organizations they are going to leave behind?

AUs and ships

I prefer no setting change for this canon. The sentai shenanigans are just too good. I wouldn’t mind some roleswaps between the Gelato and Gecko though. Maybe Fudou is working for Gecko and Desumi is a part of Gelato team? Or maybe someone else is swapped. How different would the story be if they actually got big transforming robots like in Power Rangers?

I prefer the reationships between all characters to stay the same as in canon.

TOTAL FANTASY KNOCKOUT

I’m fine with story based on either anime or manga, I’m caught up with both.

Jinguuji Tsukasa/Tachibana Hinata

Childhood friends who are practically inseparable and strongly dependent on each other? That’s already perfect, but now throw into it a crazy goddess who isekais both of them, turns one of them into a girl, throws an unspecified curse, and forces those two to confront the fact that their feelings for each other might go beyond friendship? That’s beyond perfect. That’s galaxy brain and I want more of that mishmash of tropes.

I’m all about everyday interactions and weird rpg shenanigans they get into, so you can never go wrong with leaning into it. But for something else: What if at some point one of them got returned back to their original world? How would the other cope? Would they be able to establish communication between the two worlds? How would they go about reuniting?

I would love to see them taking their relationship a step further. I crave all the awkwardness that’s going to come with those two idiots trying to figure out how to admit their feelings to each other. And the inevitable defeat of any villains who get in the way of them having a moment. Will Jinguuji and Tachibana try to go on a date with a disasterous results? Will Jinguuji desperately try to find a dating manual in another world? And will they be able to enjoy a romantic moment without “CHARMED” status ruining it?

Feel free to include any other characters, they are a colorful bunch. Though if you want a suggestion, I’m very partial to Schwartz and Shen

AUs and ships

I don’t want setting changes, though I would enjoy seeing a different spin on how those two dorks get isekaied and under what circumstances they end up inflicting the wrath of Goddess of Love. Or I would love an AU where the goddess doesn’t succeed in her first killing attempt, so she keeps trying to isekai Tachibana and Jinguuji keeps foiling her plans every time (or maybe he fails at some point?). What if the curse placed by the goddess manifests in some other ridiculous ways? What if Shwartz wormed his way into the protagonists’ party and third-wheeled like only he can?

Feel free to include any one-sided crushes from canon.

[fyeahdprian]

MUSIC: DPR IAN RELEASES ENTRANCING NEW SINGLE “PEANUT BUTTER & TEARS” AHEAD OF RELEASING HIS NEW EP

2023.08.04 | By: Jenna Tokioka

💿 MUSIC: NEW SINGLE 💿

DREAMers! What do you think of DPR IAN’s new single?! From the entrancing melodies, stunning visuals, and of course, DPR IAN’s charming personality on-screen, “Peanut Butter & Tears” has demonstrated his depth and growth as an artist. The anticipation for his new EP, Dear Insanity..., which will be released in October, has come to an all-time high with the release of his new single. As we all wait for the release of his new EP, let’s dive into “Peanut Butter & Tears,” and see what DREAMers can look forward to in the near future in regards to DPR IAN’s activities and promotions.

THIS IS DPR IAN

Born and raised in Sydney, Australia, and currently based in Los Angeles, DPR IAN is a trailblazing artist known for creating music that transcends genres, while constructing his own audiovisual language to communicate things for which there are no words. With his debut studio album, Moodswings In To Order, released alongside a short film he directed and edited, the visual artist blurred the lines of Pop, R&B, Rock, and Electronica to convey an atmospheric exploration of self-reflection and spirituality, as seen through the eyes of his misunderstood alter ego, “MITO.” 

Moodswings In To Order  achieved resounding global success, debuting at No.1 on Heatseekers, No.7 on Spotify’s Top Albums Debut Global and US Charts, and No.146 on the Billboard 200 Chart, earning him spots on esteemed music festival lineups such as Coachella, Head in the Clouds NY and LA, and Lollapalooza. The accompanying MITO short film, further showcased his artistic brilliance, and was brought to life during a sold-out 4-month world tour across North America, Latin America, the United Kingdom, Europe, Asia, and Australia. 

Based in Seoul, South Korea, DPR IAN began composing and creating music under the alias in late 2015, as one of the founding members of the creative collective, DPR ("Dream Perfect Regime"). The collective is known for producing multimedia projects for its diverse roster of talent, with DPR IAN serving as its Chief Director and Editor. His unique artistic vision and meticulous attention to detail have elevated him to a prominent solo artist, whose work resides in the realm between light and shadow. Through the titular character of “MITO,” the 32-year-old artist created his most personal work to date.

NEW SINGLE: “PEANUT BUTTER & TEARS”

Ahead of his festival performances this weekend at Head in the Clouds LA and Lollapalooza, renowned Korean-Australian artist, DPR IAN, makes a triumphant return with his latest indie-pop anthem, “Peanut Butter & Tears.” The electrifying new single, written and produced by DPR IAN, is available to stream on digital platforms, and is from his highly anticipated upcoming EP, Dear Insanity..., scheduled for release on October 06, 2023.

In his signature style, DPR IAN accompanies the release of "Peanut Butter & Tears," with a visually striking and captivating music video, directed and edited by IAN himself! The video delves into the prequel story of his enigmatic alter ego, "MITO," a character previously explored throughout his debut studio album and EP.

DPR IAN:

"‘Peanut Butter & Tears portrays the fading playfulness of our youth, as we embark on a bittersweet journey into adulthood. But before MITO, there was Insanity. The ‘Dear Insanity...’ EP is the prequel story to MITO’s creator, ‘Mr. Insanity.’ This EP follows MITO on his journey to and throughout the dreamlike realm known as ‘The Other Side.’ As he traverses through The Other Side, IAN slowly begins to lose his sanity bit by bit, thus fully turning into his new alter ego, ‘Mr. Insanity’, at the story’s climax.” - DPR IAN.

Pre-save + pre-order DPR IAN'S EP: ‘Dear Insanity...’

CREDITS:

We want to give a big thank you to The Orchard for allowing EVERLAST KOREA to cover DPR IAN’s activities and promotions.The Orchard is a leading music distribution company, operating in 45 markets worldwide. With comprehensive artist & label services offering and including full-service marketing, sync licensing, video services, transparent data analysis, advertising, rights management, digital and physical distribution, and more, The Orchard empowers creators and businesses to grow and adapt in the dynamic global industry. 

SOURCES:

All photos and videos are credited to Dream Perfect Regime (DPR).

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DPR IAN - Official Streaming Links

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[theangelwithanou]

fascination for anything vintage and classic: digital camera collection

Today, I felt the need to pour my thoughts onto these pages about my digital camera collection and how it all came to be. It's a peculiar passion that took root within me, driven by a desire for the nostalgia that vintage cameras provide. You see, there's something about those old cameras that stirs my soul, a feeling I can't quite put into words. But the road to finding my place in this digital camera world wasn't without its twists and turns.

I've always been drawn to the charm of vintage cameras—the way they feel in my hands, the satisfying clicks of their mechanisms, and the rush of nostalgia they bring. The only setback was the hassle and cost of scanning film. That's when I stumbled upon a delightful compromise: vintage digital cameras. These remarkable devices offer the crispness and sentimental essence of film, while also embracing the convenience of the digital age. It's a balance that resonates deeply with me, even if others can't quite understand why I choose vintage digital cameras over the sleek iPhones and fancy DSLRs of today.

In my collection, each camera holds a unique place, like a dear friend with its own quirks and qualities. Take the Olympus Camedia C-3030, for instance. It's a true trailblazer in the world of digital cameras, reminding me of the excitement and endless possibilities that unfolded when digital photography was still in its infancy. Holding it in my hands, I can almost feel the anticipation that must have surrounded those early digital camera enthusiasts.

Then there's the Samsung ES80, a little gem that surprises me with its versatility and stylish design. It may not be the most renowned model out there, but its simplicity and reliable performance have made it a faithful companion for capturing spontaneous moments. Sometimes, it's the underdogs that steal our hearts, right?

Of course, I couldn't forget the Canon Powershot A2200. Ah, Canon, a name synonymous with excellence in the digital camera world. This particular model combines the crisp image quality I seek with an interface that's friendly even to those new to photography. Holding a Canon camera brings a sense of comfort, knowing that it will faithfully capture the essence of the scenes before me.

Then there's the charming Papershoot Camera, a delightful creation made from recycled paper. It is such a unique camera and it takes me back to the roots of photography, reminding me of the simple joy of composing a photograph. Its minimalist nature encourages me to slow down and appreciate the artistry of each shot. In a world that moves at a rapid pace, this camera is a soothing reminder to take things one click at a time.

And last but not least, my dear Sony Cybershot DSC-V1, a perfect blend of vintage aesthetics and modern features. Its sleek design, reminiscent of the film cameras of yesteryears, captures breathtaking images that transport me to another time. It's a testament to the fact that technology can be infused with the spirit of the past, resulting in a harmonious blend of old and new.

I realize that not everyone understands my fascination with vintage digital cameras. After all, we live in a world where smartphones and fancy DSLRs dominate the market. But for me, it goes beyond technical specifications and trends. It's about the emotional connection, the way these cameras transport me to a different era, filling me with a sense of nostalgia and inspiration. I could talk about my cameras for hours and not get tired of it.

Through my collection, I'm reminded of the sheer joy that photography brings me, the unique perspective it offers. Each camera tells a story, capturing fragments of time that I can revisit whenever I desire. As I continue to explore the world through the lens of these vintage digital cameras, I'm filled with gratitude for the way they ignite my imagination and transport me to a different time and place.

Until next time.

[lowtaxsa]

Review: Mr. Beast (20XX)

Oh, gather 'round, dear internet denizens, for today I am going to regale you with a tale of a true titan among men, a veritable God among the mortals of the YouTube realm: Mr. Beast. Yes, that's right – the one and only philanthropist extraordinaire, the king of stunts and challenges, the embodiment of all that is good and right in this digital age of ours. I mean, who else has the uncanny ability to make millions of people watch in awe as he gives away absurd amounts of money and pulls off mind-boggling feats that leave us all breathlessly questioning, "How is this even possible?" Well, aside from every other clickbait YouTuber, that is.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Lowtax, you handsome devil, how can you possibly capture the essence of Mr. Beast's unfathomable greatness in a mere 2000 words?" Well, dear reader, I may be dead, but my sarcasm, bitterness, and wit are very much alive, so buckle up and prepare for a journey into the ironic, sardonic, and scathing celebration of Mr. Beast's unparalleled YouTube success.

First and foremost, let's talk about the recent video where Mr. Beast bought an entire island. That's right, an actual island – not just a metaphorical one or a tiny piece of land in the middle of a lake. No, Mr. Beast went full-on "Survivor" and purchased an island. If that doesn't scream "I'm a benevolent ruler of the YouTube domain," I don't know what does. And, of course, what better way to celebrate this monumental acquisition than by giving it away to one lucky contestant in a grueling, high-stakes competition? It's not like anybody else has ever done that before, right? I mean, it's not like reality TV has existed for decades or anything. But hey, at least he's doing it on YouTube, so it's obviously better.

And let's not forget the time he generously decided to open a free car dealership, just because he could. I mean, who needs those pesky profits anyway? Not Mr. Beast, that's for sure! He's not in it for the money – no, no, he's all about the pure, unadulterated joy of giving. It brings a tear to my eye, truly. Or perhaps that's just the acrid stench of capitalism wafting through the air.

Now, I know I could spend hours (or pages) gushing over Mr. Beast's awe-inspiring acts of generosity, but let's not forget his thrilling challenges and stunts. I mean, who among us hasn't spent an entire afternoon glued to our screens, watching Mr. Beast and his gang of merry misfits embark on a 24-hour journey inside a giant block of ice or attempt to spend a night in a haunted house? It's the kind of edge-of-your-seat entertainment that can only be found on YouTube, and Mr. Beast is the undisputed master of the craft. Because, let's face it, risking your health and safety for the sake of views is the epitome of intelligent decision-making.

Oh, but wait! There's more! Mr. Beast doesn't just limit his genius to philanthropy and pulse-pounding challenges – he's also a trailblazer in the world of fast food. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: Mr. Beast Burger. This revolutionary dining experience combines the convenience of delivery with the mouthwatering deliciousness of a burger that's been crafted by the very hands of a YouTube legend (or, you know, a team of chefs who work for him, but let's not get bogged down in the details). It's the perfect meal for those who wish to bask in the glow of Mr. Beast's greatness while also satisfying their hunger for something more – and I mean that quite literally. Because who doesn't want a side of self-congratulation with their burger and fries?

Now, dear reader, you might be wondering how Mr. Beast manages to fund these extravagant giveaways and stunts. Well, let me let you in on a little secret: it's all thanks to the magic of YouTube ad revenue. That's right, every time you watch one of his videos, you're helping to line his pockets with cold, hard cash. And let's not forget the ever-present, ever-annoying sponsorships – because nothing screams authenticity like shilling for some random app or product in the middle of a video.

But fear not, for our intrepid hero Mr. Beast is not content to hoard all of his wealth like some digital Scrooge McDuck. No, he generously gives a fraction of it away in his videos, creating the illusion of selflessness while raking in even more views and ad revenue. It's a beautiful, never-ending cycle of capitalism at its finest – and we just can't get enough.

So let's do some amateur journalistic calculations, shall we? With an estimated average of 10 million views per video, and a conservative estimate of $2 per thousand views in ad revenue, that's a whopping $20,000 per video. And with multiple videos per month, well, you do the math. It's an obscene amount of money, all thanks to the eager masses clamoring for a piece of the Mr. Beast pie.

Now, I could continue to wax poetic about the many virtues of Mr. Beast – his undeniable charisma, his unrelenting dedication to the art of content creation, his willingness to put it all on the line in the name of internet fame – but I fear that I might actually choke on my own sarcasm. So instead, let's take a moment to ponder the implications of this grand capitalist experiment we call YouTube.

You see, Mr. Beast is not an anomaly. He is merely the most visible and successful manifestation of a system that rewards extravagance, attention-seeking, and the commodification of human experience. We, the viewers, are complicit in this spectacle, offering up our precious time and attention in exchange for a fleeting sense of connection and a glimpse into a world where money, fame, and power are the ultimate goals.

But as we watch Mr. Beast and his contemporaries pull off increasingly outrageous stunts and squander untold fortunes in the pursuit of internet glory, we must ask ourselves: what are we really gaining from all of this? Are we enriched, enlightened, or uplifted by these displays of conspicuous consumption and reckless abandon? Or are we merely pawns in a game we cannot hope to understand, our desires and dreams commodified and sold back to us in the form of shallow, fleeting entertainment?

So, cheers to Mr. Beast, the epitome of YouTube success, the capitalist machine made flesh, the ironic, sarcastic embodiment of all that is wrong (and right) with our digital age. May his reign be long, his stunts be outrageous, and his ad revenue flow like a river of gold. For as long as we continue to watch, like, and subscribe, the show must go on – and who are we to stand in the way of progress?

[pazodetrasalba]

Work

Dear Caroline:

In our ruthless and cutthroat age, Humility tends to play the part of an Iphigenia in Aulis, all too ready or resigned to be sacrificed at the altar of success and a competitive job market. You yourself, being humble but ambitious, have had to wield the dagger with gusto in order to carve a place for yourself in finance, small sacrifice, perhaps, in your thoughts when measured against the good you could do, and the satisfaction of proving your worth.

I can see both the virtue and the unrealistic nature of your proposal for a less aggressive work space here. In the areas I deal with (education, public sector) you do get women in high-status positions, but it is a very specific realm which does not transport well to sectors of high stress and competition, the type in which one is forced to forfeit time, leisure, sanity and ethics in exchange for big paychecks and the possibility of success. Whether it be for biological, psychological or cultural reasons -probably a combination of them all- men seem on average more predisposed and better wired for this obsessive trailblazing, and you yourself have made it pretty clear in other posts that, you were all too ready and willing to follow this path and bear its costs.

I wouldn't know about how good or bad overconfidence might be, but I'd care to guess that in some circumstances, it might be necessary. Most business ventures have ridiculously low possibilities of success, and even after some wins, even more ridiculous probabilities of keeping up with, or outpacing, the competition. It would probably require a certain single-mindedness, stubbornness and delusional confidence to just keep pushing. And war-like scenarios seem to call for a leader. Besides, the 'over' in overconfidence can very well be a matter of perspective and situation. As I like to tell my students, the difference in some words like 'pride' and 'arrogance' is more tied to the subjective evaluation of the speaker (respectively, positive or negative) than to a clear-cut reality, which probably subsumes in the same person within the same actions and character traits.

Then again, hope springs eternal in mankind's bosom. I am currently reading two of your recommended books, and one of them makes a compelling case on how culture 'domesticates' us and keeps under check the worst angels of our nature. That should give ground for at least some optimism that might percolate into hiring and promoting decisions in tomorrow's companies.

On a side note, payments to FTX top executives were made public today, with you being the least well paid -less than a fourth of Trabucco, the next least paid-, which seems patently absurd and unfair...

Quote:

He loves power. A terrible love.

Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis

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[Album] A Beautiful Ending, A Blessed Beginning - Mitch Wong

Mitch Wong releases his debut album, ‘a beautiful ending, a blessed beginning’. The first full-length project from the Nashville-based Australian worship leader takes listeners on a journey from burial to bloom. The concept revolves around the theme of surrender – allowing our old nature to die – and the beauty of resurrection, reminding us that death isn’t the end but the Divine doorway into fulness of life and joy. From an early age, Wong felt a passionate calling to write songs. But it’s in recent years that he wholeheartedly embraced this intrinsic desire to spread his music and let his voice be heard. “I can vividly remember a night two years ago when I couldn’t fall asleep because I felt God downloading all these beautiful song ideas into my head. I was wide awake and inspired like I had never experienced before. My poor wife had to suffer me recording muffled voice memos in bed until around 6AM when the downloads stopped, and I finally went to sleep,” he describes. That night changed him forever as the songs, lyrics, and melodies told such a beautiful and consistent story. From this, ‘a beautiful ending, a blessed beginning’ was born. The album opens with ‘Burial’, a song written with Cody Carnes, which celebrates the centrality of surrender and takes inspiration from Jesus’ teaching that to lose one’s life is to find it.  “I felt that it was important and indeed countercultural to begin the album with a death; death to our old ways, our old thinking and our old burdens,” Wong says. By opening his record with profound words from the Apostle Paul – “to die is gain” – Wong makes a powerful and inspiring statement that no resurrection can come without a grave. From there, ‘a beautiful ending, a blessed beginning’ expands into songs filled with gospel influences, pop soundscapes, and R&B accents as it approaches themes like loss and grief on songs such as ‘Still On The Throne’ and ‘To Be With The Lord’. The latter towers as the album’s centerpiece, featuring Steffany Gretzinger on a deeply touching and worshipful duet. “To say that I’m deeply honored Steffany would sing this with me is a complete understatement,” Wong says. With great sensitivity, he encourages a faith-filled perspective of Jesus’ reign even through seasons of mourning. “I remember waking up at 2AM with the chorus in my head one night, I knew straight away that I was supposed to send it to my dear friend dad had recently graduated to Heaven to be with Jesus,” he tells. Though ‘a beautiful ending, a blessed beginning’ tackles weighty themes, Wong harnesses music to change perspectives so that we may see these topics as celebrations instead of burdens. The trailblazing album then shifts into yet another rich layer, offering songs of rejoicing in the fruit that comes from surrender. “We discover that the Kingdom of God is alive, all around us, blooming within us,” Wong adds, “this album reveals that loss can be redefined as “a beautiful ending” and that the power and the goodness of Christ turns those endings into something new, something greater: “a blessed beginning”. From its bold opening track to closing with ‘Reputation’, a sonically joyful track leaving us with a taste of godly confidence and bold faith to believe for God to do the impossible, Wong explores some deeply emotional themes with music that compliments and supports the lyrics. “Music can be a beautiful way of softening the heart and preparing us to receive hope. Although some of the songs cover life’s challenges, the somber tones and the midnight hours, I pray that the music will be like a steady hand for the listener, a faithful guide, a shoulder to lean on as we walk through the more difficult chapters of life,” the artist concludes. With ‘a beautiful ending, a blessed beginning’, Mitch Wong helps the Church dream of the brighter promised future we have in Christ, and sets out to remind us of the beauty and hope that exists in each season of life because of Him. A Beautiful Ending, A Blessed Beginning - Mitch Wong https://open.spotify.com/album/1rd7BiHfgEdK11EVbuZszm?si=cRO2kOSAQD2CYPAO5Bv9cg Read the full article

[sagnaevi]

❛ H-hey now- don't you want to hear it? ❜ He asked, mustering the energy to move, to lean forward to gaze with genuine intent at the Trailblazer. His sight was slightly blurred, but that's all right. Caelus needed to hear this, to hear the truth, to see it, before making the inevitable and damning decision to cast the Gambler out. Vibrant depths, condemned by the galaxy for their origin, looked into those golden ones, with honest appreciation, but also with slight... Envy, and insecurity. Within the cursed colors of an Avgin, a scared child tried to hide. This is him, this is Aventurine behind closed doors when no-one could witness him. This is his hand, cluthing to his chips for dear life under table, exposed. With each gentle dap of that cloth, with each wipe of his face, the cracks became unveiled. But that is what Caelus wanted, was it not? For him to reveal his cards, lay it all out in the open for him to examine and judge.

❛ Wait- I... ❜ A sigh, uneven, dispersed from tired lungs, and -for a moment- his gaze faltered. Wow, being honest sure is harder than it looks. No... Being vulnerable and open, is what sets his nerves on such searing edge. Run, run, run, run- his insticts tell him, in order to survive. Biting his lip, Aventurine reached out to grab a hold of Caelus' wrist; gripping him tightly to prevent his exit. Exotic depths stare down at the floor. ❛ I did what I had to, in order to archive this silly dream of mine... Can you guess what that is? It's really out there -at least- for someone like me. I want to have my own agency. I want freedom, and to be allowed to live. If I had to sacrifice everything, even my own life to obtain it, then so be it. ❜

And he got it. The IPC, the Family, the Galaxy, all now believe him to be dead. Only through death could he archieve freedom. Had he not died in the eyes of others, he would never had been set free. Aventurine dared a bravado, to look up and into the eyes of the man he had betrayed - and ask for a sliver of understanding. Haha, truly, he could not tell what those golden depths were expressiing. Pity? Disdain. In this moment of fear, only the hateful words of everyone around him could be seen; like grafitti on the walls - vivid and unnerving. Worthless thief manipulating piece of galactic garbage dont trust him, die.

❛ I'm from Sigonia, but you clearly don't know about it. If you did, you'd hate me from the start. People like me don't get to chose wether we live or die. Well, you see- I'm the last one left of the Avgin. Lucky as always, aren't I? My people were murdered, all of them. Why? I guess we just are too freakish, ❜ he gestured at his neon-lit purple and blue eyes; the signature eyes of an Avgin. ❛ My sister and I lived on our own in the sigonian desert for a while, but the call of Giathra Triclops , our Mother Goddess, led her to fight in the battle that ended us all. It was just me after that. I was captured not long after, got a nice pricetag, was sold for a meager sixty tanba. The mark on my neck is my reciept - incase my master had any regrets of his purchase. I was made to participate in a death game, with thirty other slaves. You can figure out how that ended. I got tired of it, so I killed my master later on, to survive another day. The IPC took me instead, but not to liberate me ot anything, that'd be a bad investment. No, they put me to good use. You see, the IPC doesn't care about the plight of the people living on their planets. Anyway... I had to be smart to get away from everything. Get the IPC their reason to claim Penacony, the death of a stoneheart is a reasonable catalyst for them to act. I had to die, so I wouldnt be tied to them anymore. Honestly if I had died, for real, I wouldnt have minded it. But Im free now, I think. I dont know. So, what do you think? Kind of pathetic, isn't it? ❜

Caelus knew that Aventurine had realized ⸺ how could he not? When his body looked like this. Usually, the male was always so picture perfect and well put together, but right now, it looked like Death had chewed on him and spit him out. It was a sad sight and one that pulled at the Nameless' heartstrings, despite him being still somewhat mad at the male, for having put him through all of this. Caelus simply couldn't find it in himself, to show a level of anger that Aventurine was ⸺ so far ⸺ deserving of. After all, the male had used him, when he had been nothing but kind and once again, was as he set his mind on taking care of the gambler, who over the days that they had spend together, had wormed his way into the trailblazer's heart and who had made Caelus want to share his warmth.

❝ Don't lie to me.. ❞

was spoken softly under Caelus' breath as it made his heart feel tight due to Aventurine pulling that card on him, making the silver-haired male think back to the day, where he had told the other not to belittle his own worth. Could Aventurine not see how much he was hurting him? with him showing so little care for his own life, seemingly not, with the way that he behaved.

Despite the way his heart felt, slender digits continued to gently clean the familiar features, with the soaked cloth, that removed grime and sweat from the fair skin, while slight sadness, mixed hurt, swarm in the golden depths that seemed a little lost as Caelus thought back to the days, that had passed. In the fight, he hadn't only been fighting against Aventurine, but also his own heart, which had felt so betrayed and hurt at the fact that it had been pulled along, only to be dropped onto the cold, hard ground. The days that had followed, where he had, had no idea, what had happened to Aventurine, had been equally as bad. It had felt like the organ within had bled. To think a person could have such an impact on him, but perhaps it was understandable, with the way that he had let the other in.

❝ Your apology could wait.. ❞

Caelus spoke softly as he got up to fetch a water bottle. Once it was within his hand, he went back and placed himself beside Aventurine, once again. It felt like he was working on autopilot due to not wanting his heart to take the reigns.

❝ You can sleep here and decide, what to do, once you wake up. You need rest and also, drink something, please. ❞

Leaving the water bottle on the nearby nightstand, Caelus let out a deep, but almost silent, sigh as his eyes briefly closed due to the emotions within. Getting up, he stood near the bed, trying to decide if he was going to stay until Aventurine fell asleep or if he was going to leave now.