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Tumblr’s Core Prodct Stratgy

Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on trying to keep our sinking ship afloat for as long as possible. This means desperately trying to copy every new fly-by-night social media app that some multi-billionaire sh*t out during their daily Peloton routine. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. If you find the things we say here worrisome, please understand that is our exact intention. You've outgrown our target demographic. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

The Diagnosis

It's lookin' pretty bad y'all!

After somehow losing hundreds of thousands of users during the great pr0n purge of 2018, we started to wonder if anything could be done to get back to where we were. We even brought in a management consultant who charged us a ridiculous amount of money. It would make you sick if you knew how much, but we got a few nice meals out of it at least. Anyhow, we handed this guy the app, and HE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO USE IT! It was f*cking hilarious! But suddenly it all clicked -- our users are a bunch of stupid idiots who can't even do basic arithmetic. I mean, they spend all day looking at their phones, so what do you expect?

Tumblr’s best feature is its unique content and vibrant communities. But who cares, right? We're just as happy getting traffic from people sh*t-posting memes, vague-booking, giving out-of-context hot takes to news events, and spewing whatever random thought is in their head at the moment. Plus that stuff doesn't p*ss off Apple.

To keep this thing going we need new people. And by "people" we mean teenagers, like we used to have back in the good ol' days. Unfortunately we're all in our 40s now, so we have no idea what they want. But teenagers are so cool! Imagine if they talked to us like we're one of them? We're getting hard just thinking about it.

Our Guidng Principls

To make Tumblr cool again, we must address these huge glaring issues.

People can look at a blog without logging in. How is that fair to all the poor schlubs who had to fill out forms to get an account? Also we haven't figured out a way to force ads onto the personalized pages yet. But we swear that's not the main reason.

People can see content they are looking for or linked to. People can keep up with blogs they follow. But the problem with this is, people don't know what they want. We know what they want! We're smart. We wrote this damn site, remember?

Promote posts that incite pointless conversations. Posts that are guaranteed to bait every troll into responding. Isn't that why all your Magat relatives love Facebook so much? We can do that!

P*ss off your content creators in every way possible (see #2).

Create algorithms that throw an unending barrage of irrelevant content in your face. Have you seen Instagram lately? We could do that so easy!!!

The app is slow. The website is slow. Obviously this is because of GIFs. Facebook and Instagram don't allow them, so why should we?

Conclusion

Our mission changes on a day-to-day basis. Right now we're super jealous of all the attention that new Threads thing is getting. We're still not sure what it is, but we're gonna download it after work.

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f1 drivers and popular romance tropes: oscar piastri !!

DEAREST READER. i have finally let this sweet boy out of my cage. the root of my inspiration for this whole mission. unlike charles’ though, i went completely overboard with this one. i couldn’t help myself 😭 i failed to make it as low as 1k. i wrote it in google docs and it took 6 pages 😭. so, this is for the piastri girlies out there! i hope you’ll enjoy this one because i had a smooth-sailing writing his compared to the others !

CONTENT WARNINGS. reader and oscar’s age are a bit vague, but anything from primary school to secondary school age. this content is sfw but only 18+ can visit my blog. as for minors, you can only interact with this post and the masterlist. stay in your lane and all shall be well. also, r.i.p my english grammar !

WORD COUNT. 2704 words !

Yep, this boy is the start of it all. When someone said that Oscar Piastri gives off a loser boyfriend-slash-childhood neighbour friends to lovers vibe, I couldn’t agree more. So, I decided to stick with this headcanon for him. 

It’s the kind of story where your parents move into a new neighbourhood due to unique circumstances when you are young, and Oscar’s parents are among the friendly neighbours who greet your parents and you, bringing a welcoming gift to help your family settle into the new community.

When they come to your new house, you spot a boy hiding behind his parents’ legs. When they tell him to say hello, he steps forward hesitantly and extends his hand. You shake it, and he pulls back his hand quickly. Since you and Oscar are about the same age, your parents begin secretly arranging playdates. One reason is that Oscar needs a friend to play with in the neighbourhood, and at the same time, having someone to play with you helps you familiarise yourself with the new surroundings. It’s perfect. Your parents even put you in the same school as Oscar.

Childhood is a blissful mix of shared memories. Every Halloween, you and Oscar go trick-or-treating together, scaring the other kids in the neighbourhood and swapping sweets on the sidewalk. During school breaks, your family and Oscar’s often go hiking together or take camping trips to enjoy the crisp air and the vibrant autumn scenery. While the adults set up the tents and prepare the meals, you and Oscar roam around the campsite, finding the best spots to explore. You get along brilliantly with his younger sisters too, much to Oscar’s frustration, because the three of you love to play pranks on him. Whether it’s hiding his shoes before a hike or sneaking extra marshmallows into his rucksack, your playful antics never fail to make him groan. But you can tell he enjoys these moments, rolling his eyes but smiling as he chases after you, trying to get his revenge.

The cold winters are filled with skiing and ice-skating, both of you putting on each other’s competitive spirit to the test by racing one another from one edge to the other, eager to set the fastest time. But when the chill becomes too much to bear, you both retreat indoors, compensating with cosy movie nights to warm the atmosphere and pass the time. Both your parents have grown accustomed to the two of you visiting each other’s homes, to the point where they prepare your ( or Oscar’s) favourite meals every time you (or Oscar) drop by.

You remember how spring is always the most chaotic time for you and Oscar, especially for him, as he also divided his time with go-karting, but you both always manage to find time to study together. You often joke, ‘Aw, what would you do without me?’ and Oscar can only sigh and nod his head in defeat, knowing he’d be completely lost and his grades would be abysmal without your generous help. It is the season where schools overwhelm their students with endless assignments and preparations for the final exams. You and Oscar either do them in the serene atmosphere of the school’s or public library or in the comfort of each other’s homes. The subjects are difficult, but what’s even more difficult is studying in front of Oscar. That isn’t a problem when you are kids. But adolescence literally alters your brain chemistry and body shape, and you realise, over time, that Oscar grows more and more attractive. You never think you’ll ever see him that way. Sure, you always considered him a very sweet and cute boy during your younger days, even though he can be a little mischievous when he wants to. But you can’t quite pinpoint when you started seeing him in a different light.

Summer holidays are filled with camping in the woods, surfing at the beach, and volunteering together at the community centre. There is never a boring moment. But a core memory that will latch onto you forever is the time he suddenly came to your house at night. You are just about to sleep when you suddenly hear constant sharp thumps against the glass of your window. Initially, you are scared, thinking it might be a ghost or something. But you approach it anyway because it wouldn’t stop. When you open the curtains of your window, you see Oscar hiding in the shadows, one hand in his pocket and the other cupping small rocks. You quickly open your window.

‘Are you crazy?! What are you doing?’ you hiss, trying not to raise suspicion with your parents and the whole neighbourhood.

‘Come down,’ he says, his whisper tinged with a slight urgence. ‘I need to talk to you.’

You hesitate, torn between the need to stay in your room and the pull of his words. It’s not like you have never snuck out before in the past, but who knows how long your luck can last. Oscar stands below, his posture firm, insistent. With a deep sigh, you make up your mind. You can’t ignore him any longer.

‘Give me a moment, I’ll come down.’

‘Okay,’ he says, appearing happy that you listen to his request. ‘I’ll meet you across the street.’

Oscar waits for you as you cross the street. You hope he has a good reason for pulling you out into the dark of night. The two of you begin to walk side by side, taking slow steps throughout the quiet neighbourhood. You ask him why he couldn’t wait until morning to talk about whatever that’s bothering him.

‘I’ve made my decision. I’m going to the UK to pursue racing.’

At that moment, a flood of emotions wash over you like a tsunami attacking a seawall. Your mind becomes muddled, preventing you from finding any words to respond to him. But you know how much he loves racing. You have watched him race at the local go-kart track, effortlessly beating other kids. You have seen the pride beaming through him when he stands on the podium, holding a trophy. You have seen the way his eyes gleam and his smile widens every time he talks about his dream: to be able to compete in Formula 1. This has always been what he wanted, and deep down, you know you’d be a terrible person to try to stop him from pursuing what he truly wants in life.

Trying to swallow the shock down your throat, you ask, ‘When will you be leaving?’

‘Next week. My parents bought the plane tickets already.’

You look up at him. ‘Are your family going as well?’  

‘No. It’ll just be me.’ He pauses. ‘But I won’t be alone. I’ll be staying at a boarding school.’

‘Oh, that’s nice.’ Yet, you don’t feel any reassurance or relief when he says that. He is leaving. With each passing moment, denial grips you more tightly. You know this day will come, and it has. He has been telling you for a while now that he might leave Australia someday. But now that you are being represented with this moment, hearing him finally confirming it, still manages to catch you off guard. It is as you expected, you were never prepared for it, after all. The weight of this moment and the silence that engulf you and him presses down on you, like a boulder lodged in your chest.

‘Well, I’m going to miss you.’ You smile, putting up a strong facade. The sadness that tightens around your heart is hard to remove, and you hope the dim lighting of the streetlight and the pale glow of moonlight do not threaten to show the tears welling in your eyes.

Oscar nods, lips pressed together like how one would when they try to hide something. ‘I’m going to miss you too. It’s going to be hard without you around. But I promise I’ll try to call you—and my family—every week.’ He says, sparing you another soft gaze.

You chuckle, and let out a gentle snort.

‘You better.’ You reciprocate his gaze while trying to sound fierce, but your voice cracks just a little when you say it. Yet, Oscar does not seem to notice.

The air between you and Oscar settles into silence once more, albeit it feels heavier than the previous moments as you both continue walking along the pavement. Despite the silence, your thoughts are screaming, louder than anything the night offers that it becomes deafening to you. There are words you have been dying to say. All these years, you want him to know how much you like him, and more than just a close friend—how he has become the only boy you want in this wide universe. You want to tell him how you wouldn’t want any other boys touching you except for his gentle hands, how even a faint of his smile is enough to light up your darkest days. You can guarantee that there is no one else who understands Oscar like you do, and no one understands you like he does.

Should I say it? What if he just sees me as his childhood friend and … nothing more? The words you have been holding back press against your lips, almost bursting out, but you hesitate. You have been debating with yourself for so long–wondering whether you should tell him how you feel. It was now or never.

But what if he doesn’t feel the same way? Just because we are childhood friends doesn’t mean he will reciprocate your feelings, does it? In the end, you can’t risk it—not when everything is about to change. Besides, Oscar’s unbroken silence seems to give you the answer. If he felt the same, surely he would have said something by now. So, you decide that staying quiet is the safer option. You are not about to ruin the friendship you have built with him over something as trivial as romantic feelings—especially not when he is flying to England next week. It just isn’t worth it. So, for the rest of the walk, you decide to stick to safe, meaningless chatter with Oscar. Once the clock almost hits midnight, you and Oscar exchange a brief smile, say your goodbyes, and part ways. (What you don’t know is that as you walk back to your house, Oscar stops in his tracks. He turns around to look back at you, taking in your figure, trying to carve every detail into his memory, as if he is afraid he might forget you the moment he looks away. It is only when you finally vanish from his view, he walks home). 

A few years later, you are in your first year of university. It’s been lonely without Oscar by your side through high school, but he kept his promise to keep in touch with you through video calls. As for Oscar, he has become a main driver for McLaren in Formula I, and you were thrilled beyond words when he shared the news with you. You still can’t believe he is a famous person now.

One day, he tells you he is coming back to Australia during one of the two-week holidays between Grand Prixs, and you pick him up at the airport along with his parents. The moment you see him, you are ecstatic that when you both finally hug, neither of you wants to let go. You can feel the way his arms press against your back, squeezing the air from your lungs. After a moment, you both pull back—although you sort of initiate it first because you are conscious of his parents and sisters watching. 

That night, his parents invite you to join them for dinner to celebrate Oscar’s return, and while you refuse at first, thinking that it is more of a family reunion, Oscar insists that you should come.

After the meal, you help Mrs Piastri clean up before heading home. But just as you are about to leave, Oscar races to the door, calling out, ‘Wait! I’ll walk you back.’

‘Oh, you don’t have to. You must be tired—’

‘No, I’m not. And I want to.’ He cut, giving you an unwavering gaze.

You release a defeated sigh through your mouth, realising there is no point in arguing with Oscar, so you let him accompany you as you walk back home. As usual, silence fills the air at first, heavy and awkward, but after gaining some distance from his house, Oscar finally breaks through it.

‘I have something to say to you … something I should have said a long time ago.’ He begins with a furtive note, making you feel slightly uneasy but curious enough to know.

‘Oh? Is there still something you need to say that you didn’t already say over dinner tonight?’ You joke, trying to ease the atmosphere and him.

You see him hesitate for a moment. Then, he stops walking, and you instinctively stop walking too. Confusion starts to seep into your facial features as you look up at him. Oscar takes a deep breath and exhales the air through his mouth, before looking straight into your eyes with a brand new motive.

‘During my time in the UK, I found myself … constantly … thinking about you. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think of you—well, maybe only when I was asleep. And even then, I sometimes … I dreamt of you.’ He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he shifts his gaze downwards to the pavement. A faint pink hue colours his cheeks. ‘I guess I’ve been blind this whole time, or maybe I was just too afraid to say anything before I left. That eventually grew into regret.’

Your heart rate increases with every word he speaks, but your gaze never leaves his face. You can’t believe you are actually hearing this, especially after a few years. You think you might know what he is trying to say, but it sounds too good to be true, and you don’t want to get your hopes too high to protect yourself from the sting of a potential heartbreak.

‘I’ve always liked you, (y/n). More than a friend would. It’s … it’s always been you.’ He reaches his hand out to grasp yours. You almost shudder at his touch, but your desire for him channels through your hold on them, never wanting to let go. 

‘And I hope we can be more than just … friends.’

You stare at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar. His confession has an effect similar to a nuclear bomb. Your mind is reduced to nothing. Oscar, noticing the blank expression on your face and your silence, shifts uncomfortably. But before he can say anything, you quickly avert your gaze, covering your mouth with your hand. There is a feeling of immense happiness and relief swelling in your chest that you can’t help but let tears pool in your eyes. But you pull yourself together, and turn to face him.

‘I never stopped thinking about you either.’ You admit, your voice trembling. ‘It was hard without you here. This place felt so much less like home when you weren’t around. Everywhere I went, everything I saw … It all reminded me of you. I’ve … I’ve grown feelings for you too. But I also didn’t say anything because I couldn’t risk ruining what we have, our friendship, and our friendship is so good.’ 

You take a shaky breath, smiling softly, finally letting your tears fall from your eyes. ‘But I’ve always hoped for more.’

For a moment, the two of you just stand where you are, overwhelmed by the weight of each other’s feelings. Then, out of nowhere, you both start laughing.

‘Oh my god,’ Oscar snorted, placing a hand over his eyes. ‘We’re both so dumb.’

‘Hey!’ You lightly protested, gently punching him in the arm. ‘Don’t lump me in with you!’

‘No can do,’ he teases, bringing his thumbs up to wipe the side of your eyes. ‘We’re together now … for real.’

You gaze at him. Your voice just above a whisper. ‘For real?’

Oscar nods. ‘For real.’

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SONGS FOR THIS SCENARIO: Taylor Swift – You Belong With Me, SEVENTEEN – Home, Dhruv – double take, lany – sharing you, Jeremy Zucker ft Chelsea Cutler – this is how you fall in love

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My random comic Recs #1

I've been reading more comics lately, so I wanted to share my love for them in the hopes that someone might give this medium a chance!

Note: I am not a fan of superhero comics, because I simply don't like that genre, so don't expect superheroes below. Gonna make these posts every now and then and they will always include 4 recs. 1.) The Many Deaths of Laila Starr

Death got demoted and sent to earth as a mortal! Some boy is going to figure out how to cheat death in the future, and our girl Death really doesn't appreciate that. The entire graphic novel is only 5 issues long, so it's VERY digestible and easy to get through.There is something so light and playful about the art style, and the vibrant colors really sell it.

For people that are completely new to comics as a medium, I imagine that this is actually an A+ book to start with for the reasons I just mentioned. The way paneling and the flow of time is done in here, is a great example as to why comics are so unique as a medium and why they should be looked at as its own art from, separate from movies or books.

2) Mécanique Céleste (Or "Mechanica Calaestium" in the German translation, or "Aster Of Pan" in the English translation)

An absolutely breathtaking French comic. Aster lives in Pan, a post-apocalyptic France where she scavenges for wreckage with her friend Wallis. After their people come under a threat by the Federation of Fortuna, they are given a choice —submit to Fortuna’s rule or beat them in a weird Hunger Games-esque version of Dodge, called “Celestial Mechanics”.

The detailed art pieces in each panel, the careful line work, the lively way the characters move and the stunning watercolors captivated me from the first page. This graphic novel (now 2 volumes) is one of a kind and truly unique!

3) Something Is Killing the Children

Note: Comic contains a lot of gore and violence!

Children are starting to disappear in Archer's Peak. The ones that come back tell impossible stories that no one seems to believe. Only one stranger trusts these tales - a mysterious girl named Erica Slaughter who seems to be able to see these creatures too. And she's here for business.

I loooove Something is Killing the Children. I haven't finished reading the ongoing volumes yet, but I am super fascinated at how well the pacing goes in this story. The rough art style with Erica's freaky large eyes is SO fun, and you start appreciating it even more the longer you read.

4) Mon Ami Pierrot ("Mein Freund Pierrot" in German, "My friend Pierrot" in English)

Another fabulous French comic! Cléa is to marry soon - a young man name of Berthier. Right before the wedding she meets the fascinating magician Pierrot though, who completely changes the course of her life. Entranced by his whimsical nature that makes her feel "free" for the first time in her life, she follows him and leaves her previous life behind. During her stay with Pierrot, questions arise, though. Who is he really? All the while her betrothed sets out to find her again.

The Ghibli influence both art- and storywise is easy to make out, and I personally really enjoyed that. I particularly love the colors and the facial expressions the characters are drawn with. Everything feels very whimsical and playful and I had a good time going through this chonker of a graphic novel!

No spoilers, but I expected toothrottingly-sweet wholesome stuff, and ended up surprised on several occasions. I think the colours and art style really help give those moments wham, because you don't expect it.

[jessread-s]

✩🌙🐉Review:

736 pages of everything I’ve ever wanted in a thrilling fantasy romance!

“When the Moon Hatched” follows Raeve, a valued Elding Blade of the rebellion group Fíur du Ath, after she is captured by a renowned bounty hunter employed by The Crown. She finds herself at the mercy of the Guild of Nobles—a group of dual-beaded elementals who intend to turn her into a political statement. That is until Kaan Vaegor stumbles upon her. Echoes of the past race between them. There’s more to their story than meets the eye, but some truths are too poisonous to swallow.

This book is a vibrant tapestry woven together with lyrical prose, an immersive world, a unique magic system, mysterious creatures, complex characters, and a beautifully devastating romance. I was captivated by every single thread to the point that I became so deeply entangled in the book that I was afraid to reach the end, because it meant parting the world and the characters in it. 

The first half of “When the Moon Hatched” is very slow-paced, which might be a deterrent to some, but was actually helpful for me as I adjusted to Parker’s intricate, dense world-building and parsed through her world’s rich history. Referring to the glossary and map was especially helpful and enriched my reading experience. 

Once the pacing picked up, I was gripped by the plot and the multiple perspectives I read from that contributed to its unfolding. I particularly love Raeve’s character. She is a strong, sassy, female protagonist that takes matters into her own hands and doesn’t allow anyone to make her feel less than. Her chemistry with Kaan is undeniable and I really enjoyed how it took her by surprise. She tries to brush it off, but not even their witty banter can mask the tension and longing behind every word, touch, and glance between them. The two are slow to act on their feelings, despite my suffering, but the payoff is a balm to the soul.

Parker really got me with the shocking revelations made in the final few chapters. I anxiously await “The Ballad of Falling Dragons”!

Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph

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Babygirl imma need some more 2003 fast forward Dark Donnie pwease (preferably fluff with maybe slight angst)

Abyssal Emotions (Angst/Fluff)

Dark Donatello x reader

A/N: Babygirl? I haven’t been called that in a looong time. But if you wish for more Dark Donnie, you shall get it!🖤 It might have gotten a little more angsty than planned, but I still think it’s pretty cute💜

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With his and his brothers’ new life in Cody’s penthouse, Dark Donatello starts to experience many strange and confusing feelings whenever you’re around.

Warnings: Deep and confusing feelings.

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In the bustling metropolis of New York, the city streets were alive with vibrant neon colors of the street signs and the hum of machinery. Deep within the technological haven, hidden away from prying eyes, the dark turtles and their friends continued their new lives. Being freed from Darius Don, the dark turtles had been offered work by president Bishop, and given housing in Cody’s penthouse. It was a new and peaceful way of living. None of them ever had to fight over food, nor fear any punishment from their new master. It was the type of life that none of them ever thought they would be able to get. It was a wonderful life, better than any of them could ask for. Yet, within the heart of the penthouse, something far more complex was unraveling.

You, a close friend to the original turtles and now the dark turtles, had always shared a unique bond with Donatello. Back when the penthouse used to be the home of the turtles from the past, you would often spend time with Donnie in his lab, working away on whatever project he had going on. But with Dark Donnie, it was quite different.

Just like the man he was a clone of, Dark Donnie often found himself in the lab, working on his own projects. And you did just like you used to when the original turtles lived in the penthouse; you went into the lab to help Donnie with whatever he had going on. But while the original Donnie would had welcomed you into the lab with a big smile and a warm greeting, before telling you about what he had going on. Dark Donnie on the other hand, always looked somewhat confused whenever you walked into the lab. Maybe even slightly annoyed. It was as if he didn’t actually wanted anyone to be in the lab with him, yet he never told you to leave, or tried to get you out. Instead he would keep a slight distance from you, always making sure to have you in his line of view. You obviously found that a little odd, but you never spent too much time thinking about that. Dark Donnie and his brothers had been through a lot, and you figured that he was still getting used to having you around. But unbeknownst to you, Donnie was grappling with feelings that were both foreign and unsettling.

Dark Donnie liked and hated having you around. Whenever you were around him, he felt something. Something he knew wasn’t very kanabo like. He figured it came from his turtle side. He cursed his DNA source for having so many unnecessary feelings, that only served to get in the way of his work, and made him hyper aware of everything you did around him.

Late one night, you found yourself alone in the penthouse’s dimly lit common area, with the newest holographic best seller. The soft glow of computer screens reflected off the metallic surfaces, creating an otherworldly ambiance. Little did you know, Dark Donnie was watching you from the shadows. He had not been able to sleep, finding his thoughts circling around the unfinished machine sitting in the lab, just waiting for him to finish it. But as soon as he saw you on the couch, hologram page in hand and concentration on your face as you read, all thought about machines disappeared, making Donnie stop in his tracks, just staring at you.

His heart raced as he observed you, your every movement etching a vivid picture in his mind. It was then that he began to acknowledge the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him – a mixture of longing, warmth, and an unspoken desire. The complexity of a strange feeling. A concept he did not fully understand yet, but still it haunted him day in and day out.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Dark Donnie emerged from the shadows, revealing himself to you. If anybody knew what he was feeling, it must be you. It was you that had caused them, and you knew the source of where he got the capability to feel these things. It was only logical. It made sense. You had to know the answers he was looking for.

His eyes, usually cold and calculating, betrayed a hint of vulnerability as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "I need to talk to you".

“Okay”, you smiled back at him, causing his heart to leap once more. There it was again. And it only kept going as he watched you turn off the hologram and scoot over, tapping on the couch as a sign for him to sit down.

Dark Donnie poured his heart out to you. He confessed the turmoil within him, the struggle to reconcile his logical mind with the newfound emotions that threatened to consume him. And how it confused him. At times it even scared him. He could lose track of the whole world around him with his feelings, and it terrified him. Yet, for some strange reason, he liked the feeling. Even though it at times caused him immense stress, it also seemed to lighten up the world around him. Causing adrenaline to pump through his veins. It was an addicting feeling, and that scared him. He did not know what this was, and he could already feel himself craving more of it.

You listened attentively, realizing the gravity of his confession. The angst within him was palpable, but so too was the undeniable connection he felt towards you, even if it wasn’t apparent to him yet. In that moment, you made a choice – to help him navigate the complexities of these feelings. The complexities of love.

Donnie was startled to say the least, when you told him what these feelings was called. He got uncomfortable. His fingers moved as if they did not know what to do with themselves. Turtle clone or not, Kanabos did not feel love for what wasn’t Kanabo. And you, a human, was most definitely not Kanabo.

“It’s okay, Donnie”, you said, placing a hand on Donatello’s uneasy fingers, causing his eyes to snap towards you. Affectionate touches was not common for him and his brothers. They never hugged, and they must suddenly never laid a hand upon another when comforting them. But yet, he liked the feeling of your hand against his. It made his fingers calm in their movement, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. “You’re a living being. And most living beings feel these things”.

“How do I make it go away?”, the kanabo clone asked. “Sometimes it feels like standing in the sun for too long. It is hot, and I just want to hide in the shadows, but…” He paused for a moment, looking at your fingers, before he dared curling his hand around yours, his big claw-like hands careful against your small soft ones. “... It is also nice…”

“Do you really want it to go away?”, you asked, your thumb stroking his hand. You could see the effect your soft touch had on the tall turtle, as he slowly sunk in his posture, finally giving in and relaxing at the feeling of your thumb on his skin.

“No”. He once again focused on your hand in his. “But can I control it?”

“To a degree”, you answered, watching as Donnie turned to you with a questioning look. He wanted to know how. “You give in”.

“Kanabos doesn’t give in”, he huffed, turning his gaze away.

“What about those that are part Kanabo?” You placed your other hand on his arm, causing him to look at you once more. “You have to remember your other half”.

Donnie sat for a moment, thinking about your words. You were right. He knew it. He couldn’t keep walking around and ignore his other half. “How do I give in?”

“Do you trust me?”, you asked with a sincere look in your eyes.

Donnie didn’t have to think about the answer. He started nodding before he even was aware of it. “Yes”.

You sat up, so your knees were digging into the couch, bringing you to the same height as Donatello. He almost forgot to breathe once he realized how close to him you were. As your hands found his face, your small touches on his cheeks made his head spin. So far, he did not feel any control, but he could not deny how much he liked it.

He did not know what to do when you leaned in closer, your face so close he could feel your breath against his face. But for some reason he liked it. Instinctively reaching out to hold your shoulder, holding you close as your lips met his. Donnie could not explain the feeling inside of him. It was as if all the pain and confusion he had felt disappeared, only to leave back a feeling of happiness and content. Unconsciously his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. You pulled from the kiss with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, so you could watch his face.

“Are you feeling better now?”, you asked, a bright smile shining onto Donnie’s face.

“Much better”, Dark Donnie smiled, showing off his white sharp teeth. “But can we do it again?”

“We can do it as often as you like”, you smiled, leaning your face closer to him once more.

“Much better”, he hummed, before catching your lips once more. From now on, he would look forward to every moment with you in the lab.

[nintendo-b1tch]

hiya! can i request reactions to a reader/ player humming songs- which they probably shouldn't know [at least in the eyes on the chain, As well as other themes,] like- the ballad of the goddess, or epona's theme. maybe zelda's lullaby. song of storms etc.

I’m making this a series with each person! This one is with Legend!

Hope this is good, I’m not very confident about anything I write!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As you began setting up the stage, you couldn't help but notice a group of men nearby. A small smile crept onto your lips, knowing that you would have an audience to share your musical gifts with. Delicately rummaging through your satchel, you retrieved a worn and weathered notebook—a treasure chest of your innermost thoughts and inspirations.

Carefully opening the notebook, your eyes were greeted by a sea of meticulously crafted words and hauntingly beautiful melodies. This notebook held the key to your dreams, capturing every detail and emotion that flickered through your mind. Each song was carefully composed, with melodies that echoed the very essence of your dreams. It was a tangible representation of your imagination and creativity—a cherished possession that held the power to transport you and your band to magical realms.

Last night had been no exception. In the solace of sleep, you had experienced a dream so vivid and extraordinary that it had become the foundation for the song you planned to share with your audience. The dream had woven a tapestry of vibrant colours, intricate plotlines, and ethereal harmonies, all of which you had painstakingly transcribed into the pages of your cherished notebook.

As you sat down, the warm sunlight gently caressed your face, illuminating the words that spilled forth from your pen. With each stroke of the ink, you imbued the song with a piece of your soul, allowing the audience to experience the very essence of your dreams and aspirations. The notebook served as both a conduit and a sanctuary, capturing the delicate balance between reality and imagination that fueled your musical genius.

In this moment, surrounded by the sights and sounds of preparation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and purpose. The group of men became silent, captivated by the sight of you pouring your heart onto paper.

As you stood amidst the bustling stable, your observant eyes keenly captured the men engrossed in their own individual tasks. Amidst this sea of faces, your gaze effortlessly homed in on a certain man, his presence seemingly emanating a captivating aura. It was in that moment of connection that your eyes ventured towards his unique attribute—a whimsical pink streak, playfully intermingling with his tousled blond locks. A sense of intrigue filled your being, prompting an involuntary smile to grace your lips, which he quickly averted in response.

A tinge of disappointment subtly crept upon you as he shifted his attention elsewhere. However, just as reality began to quell the excitement within you, your dearest friend, Violynne, materialized, her familiar touch landing on your shoulders. A melodic laughter escaped her lips as she delighted in your startled reaction.

" Hello there, dear dreamer! Our setup is now complete, and we eagerly invite you to partake, " she announced, bearing a radiant smile that transported you back to those cherished childhood memories. This endearing nickname had been affectionately bestowed upon you by your mother, recognizing your innate tendency to wander in the realm of dreams. Through your enchanting melodies, which were born from the depths of your slumbering mind, you effortlessly weaved tales that spoke to the hearts of all who listened.

You stepped onto the stage with a smile as you adjusted the hair pin that held your bangs back. The hair pin was a blooming flower, and adjusting your hair pin was a nervous habit. You closed your eyes to listen to the melody your band mates began to play. You slowly swayed to the melody before you began to sing happily.

" Sleepers wake, dreams will fade...

Although we cling fast...

Was it real, what we saw?

I believe... "

Your eyes locked onto the group of men, and you noticed the one with a pink streak in his messy blond hair was extremely tense as you continued to sing.

" Lost in dreams, we sleep on…

Tossing and turning…

Stay with me, by my side

Never leave... "

As you poured your heart into the song you sang, it was evident that this particular melody held a special significance for you. Its origins traced back to the ephemeral realm of dreams, where your subconscious vividly painted a tale of a heroic figure who unwittingly stumbled upon an enigmatic island. This island, as the mysterious whispers revealed, was not a tangible reality but a mere fabrication conjured by an omnipotent deity.

As the narrative of your dream unfolded, you couldn't help but empathize with the protagonist's emotional journey. The pain that he had endured upon discovering that the object of his affection, the girl he had fallen deeply in love with, was naught but a figment of an otherworldly imagination cut deep into your soul. The sheer disappointment and heartache that he must have experienced mirrored your own heartfelt emotions as you belted out the lyrics, punctuating the tender chords strummed by your bandmates.

Together, your collaborative efforts infused every note with an intense and bittersweet melancholy, painting a vivid sonic landscape that encapsulated the essence of the hero's tumultuous odyssey. You moved in perfect synchrony with the music, swaying and letting the rhythm guide your emotions as you embodied the pain and longing that permeated the hero's every breath.

Within this extended rendition of the song, you found solace in the knowledge that your heartfelt performance resonated with the universal human experience of confronting illusions and facing the inevitable moments of disillusionment. The immersive power of music allowed you to capture the essence of the hero's struggle, giving voice to the unspoken depths of his sorrow and regret. With every carefully crafted lyric and expertly executed musical phrase, you sculpted an auditory masterpiece that touched the hearts of all who listened, inviting them to dwell in the nuanced tapestry of emotions that you wove into the very fabric of your performance.

" What if the worst comes?

If someday this sweet reverie ends

We too, our memories, for real

Fade us by... "

Your eyes were intensely fixated on the group of men who seemed to be in a state of desperate flurry; their efforts to comfort the distraught individual with the unmistakable pink streak in his hair were apparent. It was evident from the violent tremors that ran through his body that he was grappling with an overwhelming sense of distress.

Intriguingly, you found yourself making eye contact with one of the men in the group. His eyes spoke volumes, silently pleading for assistance, as it became increasingly clear that their efforts were falling short and they were unable to assuage the inner turmoil of their comrade.

Without a moment's hesitation, you swiftly descended from the stage, propelled by a potent mix of concern and empathy. Though you were unaware of the exact cause of their distress, a resolute determination to lend a helping hand coursed through your veins, urging you forward.

" Excuse me, could I try? " you uttered softly, gently tapping the shoulder of one of the men who had been valiantly striving to bring solace to the troubled hero. Sensing the urgency in your voice, he stepped back, granting you an opportunity to offer your aid. You instinctively pulled the distressed individual into your embrace, guiding his head to rest against the comforting warmth of your chest.

As the haunting melody you had just performed on stage lingered in the air, you slowly resumed singing, the melodic strains weaving their way around the tense atmosphere. With every dulcet note resonating through the space, a sense of tranquility descended, wrapping its soothing tendrils around the agitated man. A tender smile graced your lips, highlighting the genuine affection that emanated from deep within your soul.

Your fingers, seemingly guided by an invisible force, caressed his dishevelled blond locks, gently untangling them with each tender stroke. The delicate touch of your fingertips served as a calming balm, soothing the frayed edges of his distressed spirit.

As you reassured him, " You're okay, you're okay now, alright? " In a gentle and soothing tone, a warm smile slowly formed on your face. Looking into his eyes, you noticed a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, indicating that your comforting words and touch were having an effect on him. He leaned towards your touch, seeking solace and support in your presence, and it melted your heart to witness his vulnerability.

However, it was the heartbreaking mumble that escaped his lips next that truly struck a chord within you.

" Don't leave me too... " The desperation laced in his voice made it clear that he not only craved reassurance in that moment, but he also dreaded the thought of being abandoned or left alone. His fear and vulnerability resonated deeply with you, igniting a sense of empathy within your being.

In response to his plea, tears of empathy welled up in your eyes, but you quickly composed yourself, determined to provide him with the reassurance and support he needed. Your smile softened even further as you leaned in and gently pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, aiming to convey your unwavering presence and commitment to him.

In that simple, intimate gesture, your intention was to assure him that you would never leave him. The gentle warmth that your lips offered to his forehead was a physical manifestation of your emotional connection and promise to stand by his side, even through the darkest of moments.

As the vibrant sun gracefully descended beneath the horizon, casting a warm and gentle glow over the surroundings, you found yourself in a position of comfort and solace. It was in this serene moment that you gently aided the man, now affectionately referred to as Legend, in finding peaceful repose. With utmost tenderness, you supported his head against your thighs, a gesture that invoked a flicker of contentment within your heart. A soft smile adorned your face as your delicate fingers mindfully glided through his silky strands of blond hair. Seemingly lost in the tranquilly of the scene, his hat lay peacefully nearby, a testament to the connection you both shared.

Yet, as your eyes wandered beyond the partnered hush, you couldn't help but notice the penetrating gaze of the other men. Caught off guard by their unspoken curiosity, you broke the silence and sought an explanation for their inquisitive stares.

" What? " you inquired, a hint of puzzlement lacing your voice. Uncertainty lingered as to why the sight of you and Legend together seemed to evoke such intrigue.

One of the men, his countenance adorned with distinctive facial markings, stepped forward, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and intrigue. " It's just, " he began, a hint of awe colouring his words.

" We've come to know Legend as a man who rarely succumbs to the solace of sleep. " This revelation nudged your curiosity towards the forefront, urging you to delve deeper into the intricate layers that made up the enigmatic character that was Legend.

With a thoughtful gaze, you studied his slumbering form, tracing the contours of his face with gentle admiration. It was then that your observations brought forth the telltale signs of weariness etched beneath his eyes, appearing as delicate lines reminiscent of the weight he undoubtedly carried. The realization of his sleep-deprived state deepened your understanding of the complexities woven into the fabric of his being.

A second man, adorned in a tunic blending shades of green and brown, broke the silence, his voice carrying a trace of vulnerability and compassion.

" When he does finally surrender to sleep, " he confessed, a hint of trepidation present in his words, " it often leads him down a path plagued by haunting nightmares. " The gravity of this revelation hung heavy in the air, painting a vivid picture of a man who stood on the precipice of sleep, forever entangled in the clutches of his past.

In that moment, the significance of your presence and the solace you provided to Legend transcended mere comfort. Through your touch and unwavering support, you symbolized a sanctuary from the terrors that beset his slumber. And as you continued to tenderly caress his hair, you understood the profound impact of your actions. You had become the guardian of his blissful reprieve, a silent protector ushering him into the realm of restorative dreams, free from the relentless grip of his haunting nightmares.

" I see... " you mumbled, absorbing the information given by the group. They had just discussed their plans to leave the stable tomorrow, but the mere thought of your companion experiencing a violent breakdown during a nightmare tugged at your heartstrings. It was in that moment that you made a firm decision—you needed to stay by his side.

Unable to bear the thought of him suffering, you mustered up the courage to ask, " Can I come along? I can't stand the thought of him enduring pain alone. Please, allow me to join. I may not have experience using a sword, but I have received some basic self-defence training. " As you glanced around the room, your eyes fixated on the swords that were positioned beside each of the men. Their presence intimidated you, yet your determination outweighed any fear.

After a brief pause, one of the men responded, " Well, if you're willing to fight the monsters we encounter on this journey, then sure, you can come with us. "

Relieved by their acceptance, a smile formed on your lips. However, curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't help but inquire about their names. It was then that Time took the initiative to introduce the group, pointing to each man as he spoke. " You can call me Time. This is Sky, " he gestured towards a man with a cloak and green tunic " Wild, also known as Chef, " he continued, indicating a man who had a blue tunic and ponytail. " Four, or Smith, " Time pointed to yet another member, whose steady gaze exuded a sense of reliability. " Hyrule, or Rulie, " he said, motioning to a man with a brown and green tunic. " Twilight, or Rancher, " Time indicated a figure with a mysterious aura. " Warriors, sometimes referred to as Captain, this is Wind or Sailor " he spoke of a man who emanated authority with a flowing blue scarf and a teen with a blue shirt. Finally, he revealed the man you were holding onto, saying, " And the one you're holding is Legend, though many call him Veteran. "

As the names of these individuals echoed in your mind, you began to piece together the diverse group before you. Each name held significance, representing facets of their personalities and strengths. It was clear that you had joined a band of resilient warriors, ready to face the perils that awaited them on their journey.

With a smile and your heart brimming with anticipation, you eagerly embraced the upcoming adventure. The anticipation was almost palpable in the air. But as excitement engulfed you, your joyous mood was abruptly interrupted when Warriors unexpectedly clasped onto your arm and forcibly guided you towards the stable. The suddenness of this action caught you off guard, resulting in a surprised squeak escaping from your lips.

" Wa-Wait! What about Legend!? " You blurted out, your voice filled with concern, as you were whisked away into the stable against your will.

Inside the stable, as Warriors began examining your attire and diligently taking measurements, you were left puzzled by his actions. What was he doing? Why did he seem so focused on your outfit? These questions swirled around your mind, only adding to your confusion.

" Since you are joining our ranks, wearing a dress simply won't do. Your movements must be unhindered, and you must be prepared for combat at all times, " Warriors explained earnestly, his voice carrying a touch of authority. His words resonated with you, triggering a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As your mind raced to grasp this sudden change in attire, Warriors assured you that your new outfit would be ready by the following day.

With these words ringing in your ears, you swiftly made your way back to Legend, who lay anxiously in the designated area. His distressed state was evident as he trembled, tossed, and turned, desperately reaching out for your presence. It tore at your heartstrings to witness his unease.

Determined to soothe his worries, you hurriedly approached and embraced him. His trembling arms clung tightly to your waist, seeking comfort and reassurance. As his head nestled against your stomach, his once-tense body gradually relaxed, surrendering to the familiarity of your touch. A genuine smile delicately crept upon your lips as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, ensuring him of your undying devotion.

[colourme-feral]

A vibrant series of images featuring local farmers set against lush green foliage is one of the striking contrasts that has become a key visual direction for the film ‘The Paradise of Thorns.’ This direction was shaped through extensive research and collaboration by every team involved, including the director, art team, stylists, cinematographer, and colorists.

"When we decided to make a movie about durian farmers, we started by researching the landscape of durian orchards. Typically, the climate in Thailand is warm, so we anchored the film’s palette in green, representing the trees and foliage. Then, we thought about what would happen when people were added to these scenes. As each team did their homework, we all ended up on the same page—Thai people love vibrant, secondary colors like pink, purple, orange, and green. From there, we pulled all these ideas together and created a standardized color palette that shaped everything from our location choices to the wardrobe. We like to call it the 'Thai Color Palette.’ shared Director Naruebet ‘Boss’ Kuno.

“We hope everyone who watches the film can feel the vibrant colors of local life, the essence of being Thai, and the stories that unfold here in Thailand. Our goal is to share this unique Thai identity in a way that speaks to audiences around the world,” Boss Kuno added. from GDH's LinkedIn

Credit, credit

[rachellaurengray]

The Irresistible Charm of Libra: 20 Things They Adore

If you’ve ever met a Libra, you know they have an irresistible allure that draws people in like moths to a flame. With their natural grace and captivating charisma, Libras are the social butterflies of the zodiac, effortlessly balancing charm and intellect. Governed by Venus, the planet of love and beauty, they possess an innate appreciation for aesthetics and harmony in all aspects of life. So, what exactly makes these air signs tick? Here are 20 specific things that ignite the passion of every Libra, reflecting their unique personality and vibrant spirit.

Art: From breathtaking paintings to captivating sculptures, Libras are mesmerized by creative expression. They often find inspiration in art that speaks to the soul.

Harmony: Peace and balance are their lifeblood. Libras strive to create environments free from conflict, often acting as the glue that holds relationships together.

Socializing: If you’re looking for a social butterfly, look no further. Libras thrive in the company of others, effortlessly drawing people into their orbit.

Romance: For them, love is an art form. Libras adore grand gestures, heartfelt conversations, and the thrill of romance, making every moment feel special.

Fashion: With a keen eye for style, they express themselves through their wardrobe. A Libra’s closet is often a curated collection of stunning pieces that reflect their taste.

Intellectual Conversations: They crave deep, engaging discussions that stimulate the mind. Whether it’s philosophy, politics, or art, Libras love to explore different viewpoints.

Nature: There’s something about the great outdoors that calls to them. Nature rejuvenates their spirit, whether it’s a serene forest walk or a beachside sunset.

Aesthetics: Beauty is everywhere, and Libras have an eye for it. They enjoy crafting beautiful spaces and curating experiences that delight the senses.

Music: A soundtrack to their lives, music holds a special place in a Libra's heart. From jazz to classical, they find joy in melodies that resonate with their emotions.

Travel: Adventure beckons! Libras love to explore new cultures, savor different cuisines, and create memories in far-off places.

Justice: Fairness is a core value. Libras stand up for equality and justice, often championing causes that align with their beliefs.

Diplomacy: Skilled negotiators, they have a knack for resolving conflicts and bringing people together. Their calm demeanor makes them trusted peacemakers.

Culinary Experiences: Food is another form of art for Libras. They enjoy both cooking and dining out, relishing the flavors and experiences that come with culinary exploration.

Teamwork: Collaboration fuels their creativity. Libras thrive in group settings where they can share ideas and bring projects to life.

Literature: A good book is a cherished companion. They dive into stories that transport them to different worlds, finding wisdom and inspiration in the pages.

Relaxation: Self-care is essential. Libras know how to unwind, whether it’s through a spa day, a warm bath, or a cozy night in with a movie.

Animals: Their love for animals is profound. Many Libras have a soft spot for pets, advocating for their well-being and fostering deep bonds with their furry friends.

Gatherings: Whether hosting or attending, they thrive in festive atmospheres, delighting in the joy of bringing people together.

New Experiences: They embrace life with open arms, seeking out new adventures and hobbies that push them out of their comfort zone.

Cultural Events: From museum exhibitions to theater performances, Libras love to immerse themselves in cultural experiences that expand their horizons.

At their core, Libras are driven by a desire for beauty, balance, and connection. Their love for life and the people around them is contagious, making them cherished friends and partners. So, if you’re lucky enough to know a Libra, celebrate their passions and join them on their journey—it’s bound to be an unforgettable ride!

[afyrian]

hello [ @toges-cough-syrup ], thanks for signing up for the ☆ switch it up penpal service !! sunny side of love agency | m.list

above is your chosen stamp! the unique colors and themes seemingly fit your answers <3 but we always appreciate a good questionnaire, so let us run the numbers and give you your well deserved analysis…

mmmh you chose a big box of food? a foodie i see.. or perhaps just a fan of trying new things. whether you’re a big fan of home cooked comfort meals or trying every new restaurant on the block, it’s clear that enjoyment of food is a big part of your relationship with life (and i might just have a match for you…) and what about your music choice? music can be so vibrant or so dreary, much like being the listener amongst talkers. make sure that being your friends’ therapist isn’t your only role and that you are able to vent as well ahh, the sunny weather, able to warm up even the coldest of days. from sitting out at the park or having a cool drink on a porch, you clearly adore the kinder days. you love the days when you can sit by the pool and just enjoy the day pompompurin… an amazing choice. a popular choice! the world famous golden retriever who has a twinge of mischief inside. similarly to him, your foodie side is hidden within. picking him gives me the idea that you like to kickback sometimes, spend time with friends!! and something deeper, something different. we all have friendships, relationships, but sometimes you just want something past that. you want someone who knows your inner thoughts, how you work. but maybe that something deeper is inside of you, you love yourself and finding outward relationships will come <33

obviously, i’m just human, so these may be wrong. so, let’s just blame the algorithm ;) if you have anymore questions regarding this service, feel free to connect! - wyr (your handler)

hello [ @iluv-ace ], thanks for signing up for the ☆ switch it up penpal service !! sunny side of love agency | m.list

above is your chosen stamp! your little fuzzy friend wanted to pop by <3 but we always appreciate a good questionnaire, so let us run the numbers and give you your well deserved analysis…

mmmh you chose a big box of food? a foodie i see.. or perhaps just a fan of trying new things. whether you’re a big fan of home cooked comfort meals or trying every new restaurant on the block, it’s clear that enjoyment of food is a big part of your relationship with life (and i might just have a match for you…) and what about your book choice? a fan of literature and learning! reading a story and imagining a whole new world within your mind is truly a sign of a creative individual. representative of intelligence and warmth, imagining pressing flowers between the pages ahh, the cloudy weather, my favorite. it’s neither stormy nor sunny, but the perfect in between. you’re someone who is the baby bear of the world, just trying to find something that’s just right for you. the extremes of either end never quite suited you pompompurin… an amazing choice. a popular choice! the world famous golden retriever who has a twinge of mischief inside. similarly to him, your foodie side is hidden within. picking him gives me the idea that you like to kickback sometimes, spend time with friends!! and just conversation, most of the time we’re fulfilled with most of our relationships. but sometimes, you just need someone to talk to. whether it’s stuff in your life you’re not willing to divulge to someone personally or just needing to talk to someone new, it’s totally understandable! hopefully our match can fulfill that need for you <3

obviously, i’m just human, so these may be wrong. so, let’s just blame the algorithm ;) if you have anymore questions regarding this service, feel free to connect! - wyr (your handler)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Wifi my beloved I have another idea 🤲

Bless the anon that said Legacy would collect stones and rocks and sea shells cause i present to you

Jewel maker! S/o

Hhhh it's such a neat concept I brainstormed a little

From the back of Ajax's mind, Legacy has long been familiarised with your jewellery shop. It's small and tucked in a cozy little corner of Liyue. You make everything by hand, spending hours and hours molding wire and metal (??) into pretty shapes. Unfortunately, that leaves you with very little time to go out and find the best materials yourself, something Legacy's instincts say is very important, so you most likely buy the materials you need.

Nuh uh. Not on Legacy's watch.

He goes out and finds the prettiest crystals and gems and what he recognises as the rough materials of what you use to make your jewellery, just to see the way your eyes light up in shock, then delight.

Now I can't help but wonder what jewellery you'd make for him and Ajax. 👀 Like imagine how pretty moth would be with his armor adorned by gold and glittery jewels, as ethereal as dangerous... And childe deciding that, oh, you gifted him something you made with your own hands? Oh he's never taking it off that's for sure.

(Also imagine proposing to Ajax and Legacy instead of the opposite sksksksk)

oooHHHHH this is so!! cute!!!! i'm a lover of unique pretty jewelry so this is right up my alley :D

Legacy also knows how exhausting your work is, spending hours squinting at tiny, shining components to craft the perfect pieces for your customers. on good days, you're merely fatigued- on bad days, your head thuds with pain and your eyes hurt so much that you can barely see. so your Abyssal moth monster sneaks out while you're at work, searching high and low for all that glitters, every type of rock and stone that you can use in your art. he's not alone- Zhongli usually tags along with him, showing Legacy how to identify the highest quality crystal and cor lapis, occasionally even bringing along the mischievous funeral parlor director, who's all the happier to hang around an intimidating-looking Abyss creature. sometimes Legacy feels the presence of an adeptus or two, the amber he finds unusually pure and vibrant, even glimpsing the far-off aura of the Conqueror of Demons, watching him from far away, and Legacy happily ambles back to your shop at the end of the day, arms full of rough gemstones

you blink in surprise when Foul Legacy pushes the door open and deposits the jewels on your workbench, after he's sure you've put all your tools away. he chirps proudly, rolling a chunk towards you to inspect, and after a moment of shock your face splits into a delighted grin, flinging your arms around Legacy as he rumbles joyfully. you're sure to base some of your next collections off of him, incorporating elegant moth-ish patterns with a splash of stars here and there, gold and silver and deep, rich hues. he trills in delight when he sees the bracelets, necklaces, and earrings you've made, watching you design them from over your shoulder, occasionally nudging your cheek to remind you to rest. his claws wrapped around you give you the perfect opportunity to measure them, discern his ring size so you can make measurements for the sketch on the very last page of your notebook, a custom pair of rings etched with stars, one smaller than the other- one for Ajax, and one for Foul Legacy- for when you finally work up the courage to propose

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education, Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

Pacifica, California

October, 2002

Daylight had long since made itself known, spreading soft buttery sunlight across the shoreline, yet Eddie still sat on the black beach in his pajama pants. He sat and fidgeted, raking his fingernails through the pliant ground and feeling the sand dampening his skin and clothes.

He shivered and nestled his mug securely into the grainy ground. He knew he couldn't keep putting this off. This was what he came here to do, after all.

Eddie brushed the sand off his fingertips before they dipped into his pocket and reverently removed a yellowed, dog-eared paperback.

The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson.

He took a deep fortifying breath, released it, and flipped to the cover page. There was Leia's unusual script dancing across the tawny pages in blue ink; a message lovingly penned to him a year ago. It was time (well past time, actually) to read it.

Eddie cradled the paper spine in his large hands as if it were hers, gathered his courage, and read.

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(Location Redacted)

November, 2001

Being born isn't something anyone can remember, but Leia reckons it must have felt something like this; being yanked from a soft-focus stasis, into the bright lights and piercing sensations of the larger world, every nerve and neuron jump-started into life.

“Eddie!” she howled in a voice so pained and piercing and raspy she could barely recognize it as her own. She lurched up and hastily wiped the smears of blood from her eyes, desperate to clear her vision.

Then she saw him, pale and unconscious on the table next to her. The world blared and bleated around her; machines and doctors barking warnings and orders. Leia couldn't make out any meaning in the cacophony. It all blurred out, except for a singular point of focus.

Once she saw Eddie, he was the only thing she had eyes for, and she wouldn't look away.

“Is he okay?” She gasped out, and grabbed the tunic of whoever was closest to her, begging, “Tell me he's okay! Tell me!”

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Pacifica, California

October, 2002

Eddie sat for a long time. He read with razor sharp focus and the world around him blurred into irrelevance. What he read, he read over and over again.

My Dear Brave Scoundrel, My Holy Diver, My Eddie,

I know it's only been a few weeks, a little early to call you mine, but we were pining for each other long enough, don't you think? I think life is short and scary and precious so we should hold onto what's ours...who is ours. Hold on tight and never let go, because there's no time to waste.

That's kind of dour for a love letter, isn't it? Sorry. I've never written one of these and I've never been expressive with my emotions to begin with (but you already know that).

Anyway...I picked this book as your gift for a reason. I know you've read it too, so you know all about the “cup of stars” and never letting anyone take it; insisting on what's precious. We've both spent so much of our lives fighting for ourselves and never quite winning those battles, never quite able to keep that teacup in our grasp...until now.

You're my cup of stars, Eddie. I'll always chose you first; insist on you and only you. You're so unique and vibrant and talented, so full of life and love and tenacity. I'll defend and protect that with all I have, always. I'll hold on tightly.

Your presence falls around me like bright confetti and makes everything a special occasion; something to celebrate and break out the good china for...the cups of stars.

I know that in the book, things don't end so great for poor Eleanor, although she did so well in the beginning, insisting on getting her way for once. I think that's beautiful too, though, because no matter what the ending is, the lovely sparkling details of good mattered so much. They mattered more, in fact, in light of all that pain.

I know I'm pessimistic sometimes, Eddie. I know we both have damage and cracks in our porcelain that made us shrink from connection; kept us expecting the other shoe to drop and every fragile good thing to shatter underfoot. So, maybe this is just me looking around for that other boot to fall. In case it does...in case, for whatever reason, our story doesn't end happily, remember that it's beautiful now. It matters now and it will forever. Nothing is diminished. The cup is still gorgeous, even if it's broken (sometimes even more so, because of how those broken bits glimmer in the light).

We make each other better, fuller, more complete. We glue our patterns back together so they make sense again. I believe that. We mend each other's cracks in ways no one else could. I want to continue doing that until whenever the story of my life ends. So, whatever sad or wasted time there was in the previous chapters, remember that they make the rest of the story all that much more stunning and important, because they led to so much love and meaning.

I love you, Eddie. I always will. Thank you for carefully restoring all my shattered pieces and kissing the cracked lines, the flaws, and weak spots. You've done the impossible and loved me back into one piece; unshattered me. Whatever horrors and terrors and worries surround us in the future, you'll always be my cup of stars, my hero, my space scoundrel, my rockstar. Let's draw our swords and fight for it together, for always. I love you.

Leia

Eddie sobbed. He sobbed like he did when he lost his mother. He sobbed like he did when his father never cared enough to come back, then broke his heart when he did. He cried like he had into Wayne's jacket when he was eight years old in a hospital lobby. He cried in a way he hadn't cried since he was a child; in absolutely unrestrained face-aching hiccuping sobs.

But this was different. This wasn't overwhelmed sobbing because of what he'd lost, but because of what he'd gained. It felt right to close the chapter this way...with a release. This time no one would tell him to suck it up, and for once, he wouldn't tell himself to. On the contrary, this time someone would be there to hold him.

Eddie felt a warm hand massage his shoulder gently, then the drape of a warm fabric around his goosebumped arms. He hadn't heard her steps through the muffling sand.

Leia didn't say a word, only opened her sweater to gather him in and share the warmth with him as they sat. She cried with him. They held each other for a quiet, sacred moment that stretched out like the coastline itself. It might have been hours or minutes. They couldn't tell and didn't care.

Finally, Eddie sniffed and wiped at his eyes with the collar of his shirt. He gave a little smirk, and said a raspy, “Hi.” Though his eyes were wet and red, the edges lifted into those adorable laugh lines. Leia traced them and then pressed her lips to the same spot.

“Hi, scoundrel,” she said kindly, then raised the sweet cupid's bow of her lips into that smile he loved so much. “So, you finally read it, huh?”

“Yeah,” he whispered as held her close to his chest in the cocoon of worn wool, smelling the familiar almond scent of her hair and skin as he nuzzled against the top of her head, inhaling deeply, catching his breath again.

His hand ran up and down the length of her arm, over and over again, like he couldn't believe she was really here, still here, and needed the evidence. He held onto to her, gripping the thick fabric like a security blanket.

He sniffed and tilted her chin to face him. “It was beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're so goddam beautiful.”

And he, rather uncharacteristically, couldn't find any other words for a long time. He couldn't ramble or babble in that way the Leia found so endearing, but he always worried would annoy her.

The silence took on a kind of reverence after Eddie's ritual. They walked hand in hand back to their little beach house, stepping past the Halloween decorations strewn generously around their quaint garden. They stepped gently and through all their ghosts, their little makeshift graveyard. They were laying their past to rest, finally.

It was still quiet in their bedroom as he unwrapped her from her wool layers and warmed her with his own body. When their mouths met and they touched, their skin still glowed from the presence of the strange materials continuing to knit their bodies together (into whole people again, and in a way, to each other). They glowed from the inside out every time they touched like this. It was like flashlights beneath beige blankets. A glowing secret under layers of soft lust-warmed flesh.

The first time it was alarming, and left them concerned enough to ask the doctors following their case about it. From the other side of the phone, Dr.Willis assured them it was an expected side effect from their otherworldly medical treatments. After that, they embraced it as a beautiful and unique part of their lovemaking. Their skin literally glowed in recognition of each other. It seemed to them acutely symbolic and poetic.

Against the backdrop of a gloomy autumn afternoon, they glowed together. They glowed when he kissed the rough marks on her neck where she was still healing from Vecna's attacks. They glowed when she kissed across his ribs and shoulder blade where the upside down had tried to tear him apart and eat him alive, where the wounds still ached sometimes.

Her teeth grazed over his lower stomach as her mouth circled the faint trail of dark hair. Eddie groaned, and she noticed the silvery white line of a faint scar she hadn't noticed before.

Leia shuffled up to him and held his face, eyes wide with concern. “Oh! Eddie, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

He laughed loudly; that full boisterous, mischievous, Eddie laugh that she adored. “No...no sweetheart. That was a good sound,” he kissed her as he growled the last few words against her lips. “A very good sound.”

When she broke away from the kiss and searched his face, she asked, “It doesn't hurt?”

He shook he head and smiled warmly, tears of joy welling in the dark pools of his eyes.

“Sometimes it hurts. But, not now. Whenever you touch me, nothing hurts.”

*Hello, my dear friends! A thousand times, thank you for going on this journey and being so incredibly supportive and patient with me. You're welcome to end the story here, however there will be an epilogue later on involving a visit from the crew for Thanksgiving, and maybe a little slice of retroactive smut as a treat.

@veemoon @elegantkoalapaper @sweetsigyn @little-wormwood

[yuzukahibiscus]

Dear Yuzuka-san, On July 11 2019, it was announced you would be the next Flower Troupe Top Star. On November 25 2019, you embraced your debut as the Flower Troupe Top Star. And with a vibrant career of 2 years of Takarazuka Music School, 16 years in the Revue, 14 lead performances (musical, revue, concert) as a Top Star, today on August 15 2023, your retirement announcement was released. Yuzuka-san, many of us are saddened by the news. We knew that the inevitable pandemic was harsh on Flower Troupe; we hoped for more performances, and more promising expectations. And we also know, that it would be sad to see you come down the staircase wearing the hakama. But we also want to tell you Yuzuka-san: thank you for all your hard work. We want to let you know your performance in dancing, singing motivated us with energy. Your commitment in acting moves us to tears in sorrow and joy. Your leadership in Flower Troupe interests us to learn more about every member as they shine in their unique qualities apart from knowing about you. Your natural presence of being you makes us fall for your charms. The “Be Shining” concert and “Arc~en~Ciel” are your last performances. Through this time, it will be difficult to adjust and reality hits us every time countdown happens as each day passes by. We will support you till the end and pray that you are doing well, your are performing without regrets and that you shine your brightest in the remaining days to come. From, your fans ♥

My thoughts on Yuzuka Rei's retirement

So… about how I felt the taidan news. I wasn’t surprised. I was anticipating the news to come yesterday, or some day this week.

The obvious change for me was definitely the concert and the national tour announcement. When it’s said that Rei would reprise as Fie, I knew it was a journey looking back her days in Takarazuka, to which sounds very reminiscently beautiful. It’s also an indicator, to which the reason why I did write differently in my captions than I did before.

Then comes the announcement of Mikaze Maira introducing Rei as the Flower Troupe Top Star very rarely before she gives her speech. Rei’s always the one that doesn’t want to be in the sole spotlight and wants to be considered as a member of Flower Troupe rather than titled Top Star (as so may be suggested by her to ask Aoi-san not to say that)

Looking back at the thread I wrote, surely I was less sad to see her go than I thought I would. The decision must be one she thought over so long regards to timing especially how the pandemic affected her Top Star run. I do think it’s cruel to have Bluray announcement and Taidan announcements together hand in hand. But not because I moved on from how I felt about her- it’s because I felt it was fulfilling for her. I don’t want to think how the Arc en Ciel play would have a weird plot, I want to think how fruitful her Takarazuka career has been. Rei in Takarazuka has showed us so much and I’m content with all the performances and roles she’s showed thus far. But with Rei having a positive and forward-looking mindset, I must say, that she has not been lacking in any delivery. Each performance she committed her endeavours to the point of also leading the troupe. Rei has made me feel so proud and enligtened to have known her, that I am looking forward to paths she pursue in the future.

Of course for now, we cherish the remaining days not with sadness, but with pride. Every time seeing her radiate on stage, you want to compliment her, “well done!” “omg!” those are the praises that I’ll give for the rest of her Zuka days to come.

Thank you to those who have reached out to me, knowing that Rei is dear to me and I care for her. This page will continue to update the latest news that follow tomorrow and the upcoming weeks. Let us all stay strong and show support, love and more anticipations to her upcoming shows “Singing Lovebirds”/“Grand Mirage”, “Be Shining” and “Arc~en~Ciel”.

Signing off, Hibiscus.

[glamrpevents]

Coachella is an annual music and arts festival held in California, renowned for its diverse lineup of performers spanning various genres from rock and indie to hip-hop and electronic music. Beyond the music, it's a cultural phenomenon, drawing in crowds for its vibrant atmosphere, art installations, and trendy fashion. Attendees can expect to immerse themselves in a unique blend of live performances, interactive experiences, and a sense of community that has made Coachella one of the most iconic festivals in the world.

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[bodbdearg]

Can I be so real. People playing dnd are so obsessed with playing non-human races but also LOVE not incorporating anything unique about that race into their character so that in the end they're always playing like. human with pointy ears. human that is short. red human with horns.

Like. it's not that I think every dwarf character should care about stone and metal but if they aren't ... why? Do they feel disgraced by their lack of skill there? were they shunned from their family? Were they raised by non-dwarves - how do they feel about being disconnected from their culture? Were they a part of a clan that doesn't care about these things - why, and how do other dwarves see them, and what do they revere instead?

I also don't think (and find it usually quite boring to do so) that people need to be searching through dnd lore to find this stuff either. I mean, definitely read the fucking intro page on the race you're playing so you can grab stuff like: halflings -> cooking, gardening, are welcoming. gnomes -> tinkering, vibrant, pranksters. tieflings -> descended from devils, shunned by others. etc etc etc. And if you don't like any of what you read, work with your DM to figure out what could be different about them and what sets them apart from other races (or indeed, what doesn't if perhaps that's an angle you want to pursue narratively. perhaps in a melting pot country, many races lose their unique cultures and act more human - there's still something to explore there).

I don't know. I know there's no wrong way to play dnd but the one modern trend I hate with all my heart is people making dnd races into aesthetics instead of an opportunity to create and explore different cultures in your shared world. I just think it's so boring.

[loo-looland]

The Concept Of Honour and Power

Chapter 2: I made it

Kayla’s heart raced as she stared in disbelief at the vibrant, metallic landscape sprawled out before her. Towering spires of shimmering metal glimmered under an ethereal light, casting intricate shadows on the ground. The sight of Cybertron, a place she had only seen on screens and in the pages of comic books, took her breath away. Memories flooded her mind long nights spent watching stories of Autobots and Decepticons, the epic battles that unfolded across the galaxy, and the adventures of her favorite characters.

The surface of the planet began to shift to reveal it’s brightly lit center, it was so bright that the light the center of the planet emitted shines all way back to platform where Kayla and Pommi were standing. As the center shined more brighter, vibrant colorful orbs flew out of the planets center flying around Pommi and her one had came towards Kayla as if inspecting her she had tried to touch it but it flew up, away from her hand finally settling with others.

“young one” A deep yet calming voice called out

Kayla turns around trying to find the source of the voice

“uh…what was that?” Kayla asked

“You’ll see” Pommi replied

Warm light had taken over enveloping both Pommi and Kayla in brightness she closed her eyes in an attempt to protect her self from what ever is about to come with this blinding light.

“you may open your eyes now child” the unknown person spoke

Opening her eyes she was met with a sight that would have any transformers fan on there knees crying either in fear or pure joy.

Pommi: Kayla meet my masters Pri-

Kayla: PRIMUS AND THE 13 PRIMES!?!?! YOUR MASTERS ARE PRIMUS AND THE 13 PRIMES!!!!

Pommi:….yeah?

Kayla: why didn’t you tell me I taught we was friends

Pommi: I didn’t  tell cause we didn’t have enough ti- wait minute we are friends???

Kayla: ye-….*places one hand over her chest* my feelings

Pommi: ….I’m sor-

Kayla: *proceeds to sit on the floor* forget about it this is probably some amazing dream that im having which I will then wake up from in about five minutes and then I will sit on my bed crying to myself knowing I will never get a great dream like this again.

Pommi: now that just sounds sad

Primus: I assure you my child that this no dream everything and everyone you see here are real.

Kayla blinked rapidly, trying to absorb Primus’s words. The towering figure of the God of Cybertron stood majestic before her, surrounded by the thirteen radiant forms of the Primes. Each of them was unique, their light a tapestry of colors and energies, reflecting powers that seemed to pulse with ancient wisdom.

Struggling to regain some composure, Kayla forced herself to her feet. “Wait, this is really happening? I’m not just going to wake up back in my room?”

Primus, his voice warm yet commanding, smiled. “You have crossed into the realm of possibility. Here, you are now apart of the legacy of Cybertron. Your belief brought you here, and that belief holds power.”

Pommi move beside Kayla, looking concerned. “You’ll be okay, right? I mean, this is all really, really big.”

Kayla took a deep breath, her heart still racing but with a newfound sense of purpose. “I’m okay. I mean, I’m just overwhelmed, it just doesn’t make any sense I can’t just of got here on belief only something had to have drawn me here"

Primus nodded as if he understood the whirlwind of thoughts racing through Kayla’s mind. “Indeed, dear child. There is a reason for your presence in this realm. The very fabric of every universe connects all beings. Your journey is interwoven with the fate of Cybertron, and the darkness that threatens not only our world but yours as well.”

“Darkness? What darkness?” Kayla asked, her curiosity overtaking her initial shock. “Is it connected to the battles I’ve seen on screen? The Decepticons? A new t what has Megatron done this time?”

“Lesser threats pale in comparison to what looms ahead,” Primus replied. “There are forces at play that seek to disrupt the balance of light and darkness. The Harbinger of Despair has awakened, drawing upon the echoes of chaos from the past. To combat this menace, we require a spark of hope someone who can bridge the worlds.”

As Primus spoke, a more ominous presence filled the air, and the thirteen Primes took a step forward, their forms radiating resolve. “We each possess the power to guide you, Kayla, But you must be willing to embrace your destiny.”one Prime, with darkish red and silver accents adorned with a purple cap spoke. She recognized his voice instantly looking up to the imposing figure, it was alpha trion the wisest out of all primes.

Kayla felt a blend of fear and excitement igniting within her. “But how do I do that? I’m just… me. What can I offer that could make a difference?”

Another Primes spoke this time one with a feminine voice, a majestic figure adorned with purple and silver adornments, her hair cascading down her back beautifully, had stepped closer. “You underestimate the strength that lies within you. Every being has the potential for greatness, especially those who have loved and lost, who have felt the weight of hope. Your connection to stories, conflicts, and the resilience of characters you admire these will guide you.”

A flicker of Inspiration sparked in Kayla’s mind. “You’re saying that my experiences, everything I learned from the Autobots and their battles they can help me?”

“Yes!” Pommi echoed enthusiastically.

Kayla: but how?? It’s not like I was with them actually fighting along side them against the Decepticons

Pommi: You’ve fought your own battles in your world. The lessons you learned about friendship, courage, and standing up for what is right are powerful. They resonate even here.

With newfound determination, Kayla stood tall. “So what do I do? Do I need to train? Is there a test? I want to help whatever it takes!”

Primus beamed with pride, and the energy around them crackled with potential. “To begin your journey, we must awaken your connection to Cybertron, me.

Kayla: my connection to you?

Primus opened his Chassis and the thirteen primes followed, The vibrant orbs that had danced around Kayla left their bodies now hovered in front of her, pulsating gently as if inviting her to absorb their energy. Kayla took a deep breath, extending her hands towards them. “Okay, show me what to do”

Pommi chimed, “Just focus on what you want feel it inside you!”

“Breathe and embrace it” Primus encouraged. “Draw upon our essences. Let the energy flow through you”

As she concentrated, memories of her favorite heroes Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and even the brave female Autobots flooded her mind. She envisioned their courage, the strength they drew from one another, and the sacrifices they made to protect those they loved.

The orbs responded to her thoughts, vibrating with energy. They began to swirl around her, weaving an electric tapestry of light. Kayla felt the warmth radiating through her fingertips, filling her entire being with invigorating energy. Gradually, the orbs surrounded her body in a radiant cocoon. With each breath, she felt a bond forming with in her, stitching together her aspirations, hopes, and fears into a single, powerful force.

A loud rumbling was heard causing Kayla to loses focus and fall to the ground, she did not realize she was floating luckily for her alpha trion had caught her

Alpha Trion: He is here…

Kayla: here?? Who’s here

Primus: Quickly!! bring her to my Chassis

Primus looks down to Kayla as he spoke once more “listen to me and listen well child the power in stored within you as the Matrix Of Power it is up to you to know what to do with it.

Solus: we prepared devices to help you in your travels they will aid through your travels

Primus: now you must leave safe travels and good luck

Primus pushed her towards his spark the ball of energy working as a self made portal and with that Kayla was teleported. Looking back at the on coming threat Primus looks down at Pommi

Primus: Pommi are you ready to execute the plan

Pommi: yes sir!!

Primus: good Till all are one

*Everyone looks at primus*

TILL ALL ARE ONE

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kayla was suddenly flung out the portal right into some random hallway landing right on her ass. She breathe a sigh of relief being happy it wasn’t the creepy hallway she woke up in earlier however she did recognize the hallway though it was one of those fancy American school hallways with the lockers and everything where she is from Guyana nor Antigua have school lockers Matter of fact all Caribbean schools don’t have lockers at least so far what’s she knows of. Caribbean kids gotta stuff everything in our bags

Kayla was quickly pulled from her thoughts when the bell rang, she had started to panic because she thought she was still where her uniform but was brought to relief when she realized she was wearing normal clothing.

The halls had become flooded with students so much so that everyone’s presence pissed her ‘why the hell is the hall packed with so much damn kids and they jamming me like shit I know COVID-19 don’t exist here but that does not mean I can’t get sick’

From a young age Kayla despised being in crowed places, she always found comfort in her own space and hates noises she preferred peacefulness and yet here she was in a crowded space with people in her personal space and it’s noisy what a great way to start her crude had been lifted when she recognized a familiar face

Sam Witwicky….

@in1-nutshell

@nova-starlight45

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