#let dreams change the eyes of reality;; aesthetic

[vervainandspritz]

LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part one Part two Part three

Summary: At a young age Y/N was given away for marriage, years later the dust began to settle and her life caught a rhythm she stopped fighting. Is Tommy, the man she once knew too well, ready to play along and let her go once again?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: depression, heartache, mental and physical abuse

A/N: Slow introduction, next chapter will pick up on pace. Enjoy

Coming back to Birmingham ignited more mixed feelings than Y/N expected it ever would. Pushing through the difficult changes back in the day caused her to stomach so much pain and.. distress at the inability to make her own choices. She thought there was nothing in her to cause fear anymore.

A weird kind of fear it was, this time. Looking out the window as the train plummeted through the fields, shaking and groaning under the weight of people all heading to the city she couldn't shake off. Four years passed so quickly, in a pace she didn't understand when she looked back at the first months of constant struggle she endured. Leaving everything behind. Becoming nothing more than a tool to life of.. prosperity for her family.

She fought it for so long, back then. Much to her father's misunderstanding, her unbreakable spirit made everything so much more difficult.

Yet eventually everything must come to an end though, in a reality where her value was tightly connected with how pretty she was, and how aesthetically pleasing she looked, hanging on the arm of a man she barely knew.

It was much easier to ignore from the distance, but the closer she got to Birmingham, more wounds began reopening, hurting and itching despite her neutral expression and unmoving figure.

One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other one holding a newspaper. The lack of communication was nothing short of normal between them. After all, when nobody was around, they didn't have to pretend as much. Nickolas Winterbourne, a man coming from a life where nothing ever ran out, where pantries were never empty and clothes never dirty. He existed in a controlled environment snuggly clothed in money at every corner, shielding him from any difficulties life planned to throw his way - unaffected by the simple disdain of modern times they happened to live in.

For what it was worth, Y/N considered herself lucky. He was… polite, usually gentle which was way more than she could have ever asked for from people in his social class. His hands were smooth, untainted by physical labour that he never had to do. His disposition contradicted his father's, a man purely self-absorbed and cruel with one purpose – wealth.

Y/N was grateful for the person he was deep down, even though he was forcing her into situations they could avoid, yet rarely violating her physically or mentally.

Nickolas was… indifferent. His demeanour calm, collected and bordering on bored most of the time. His eyes looked at her with a never ending patience and neutrality she grew to appreciate, after watching the way many of his brothers treated their own wives. She was lucky.

The mindset she worked so hard to build, throwing away the values she dreamed of as a little girl, the warm dreams of having a loving marriage with several kids, conversations that would seem to go on forever sprinkled with tender kisses on the forehead and warm touches that would warm her up on cold nights. She exchanged those hopes for expensive dresses and a mansion much too big for any amount of wood to warm. There were continual expensive dinners and meaningless conversations with people she wouldn't care to see ever again with fake seemingly polite smiles. These people never stopped beckoning for their service, acting like the simple action of pouring themselves tea was too much to burden their minds with.

So she was grateful, playing along with the quick pace of life they had. Dressing up quickly, perfecting the empty smile she got used to wearing on a daily basis.

“Be grateful, because you could have had it much worse” she mentally repeated to herself.

A soft squeeze of his hand tore her out of her thoughts, his brown eyes watching her patiently. He witnessed the difficulties she struggled with back then. So her silence rang louder than ever.

”We will spend two days in Birmingham and be back on our way. Tomorrow is the day of the gala, and the day after you will spend on your own matters.” He spoke quietly, reading the troubling emotions in her eyes. He always saw through the mask of neutrality he taught her how to wear like her second skin: a mutual understanding.

Her eyes slowly followed along the lines of his face, finally settling on holding eye contact. Slowly nodding, she covered his hand with her own before forcing out a small smile.

”Thank you” She responded, straightening her back before the train started slowing down before coming to a full stop.

Patting her thigh for the last time, he pulled away.

”Come on. It's time to go”

~~

After getting out of the train, Y/N watched how after stepping out her boots immediately covered in mud.

Some things never changed, she thought with a smile as the scent of smoke filled her nostrils.

”Christ” Nickolas muttered, his face twisting in disgust. Birmingham was nothing like the London they were used to, first expression of the city obnoxiously underwhelming for Winterbourne.

Standing by the road sign they waited for a moment before the designated car pulled up, halting by their feet as the driver opened the door, offering to help in packing the luggage.

Y/N seemed distraught, looking around as she immediately recognized the streets despite small differences and the fact she didn't leave even remotely close back then. A city centre it was, fair distance from Small Heath. A place she used to call home.

”Come on, get in the car” Nickolas whispered, noticing her distracted gaze, grabbing her arm lightly and nudging her towards the vehicle, bringing her out of memories thick like smoke. Looking at him she nodded, obediently getting inside before the car took them to the hotel.

One she had never been in before. This whole situation felt suffocating in ways so weird, she was barely able to look him in the eyes. Even as they moved to the building, getting all the formalities done she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards the ghosts of her past.

Loud, obnoxious laugh filled her head bringing a little smile on her red lips. One that definitely belonged to John, his eyes glimmering with mischief like most of the time. Through the eyes of imagination she saw Ada's long, dark hair she constantly complained about, sighing dramatically in a way that never ceased to make Y/N roll her eyes. Suffering from success, she used to call it, teasing her friend with whom she grew up so close.

A sound came to her ears as lift brought them to the right level, she moved seemingly on an autopilot when her husband fumbled with keys, looking for the right one.

As the door swung open she let out a silent sigh as she remembered. The memory she worked on suppressing so long caught up randomly, big, blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour so dynamic, swiftly changing with the feeling simmering beneath his tough exterior, yet always so bright and clear when he looked at her. She felt like she saw him for the first time, despite it being nothing but her exterior shell shattering at the unwanted memories flooding back in.

Suddenly, she felt out of breath and barely an hour after checking into the hotel, she was in bed facing away from Nickolas. The wall she put up between them nearing the height of one he tried to shatter after getting to know the girl. She seemed so small as she lay on her side, every inch of her body hidden under covers. Hair scattered on the pillow, keeping his gaze away from her features.

They just got here, and he was already losing, Nickolas thought, before remembering the small detail that could shatter his reality if ease if looked into.

”Goodnight” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder before turning away and giving her space as the lights went out.

It was only so long he could bend reality to his will, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing Morpheus' embrace to swallow him up.

In contrast to him, Y/N didn't fall asleep once. The unknown anticipation swirled around in her stomach, pushing her even further away from the man sleeping by her side. Something was coming, and she knew it.

~~

”Do you really trust what you're saying?” Her voice came to his ears, quieter, less confident than usually she'd speak to him.

Leaning forward on his arms, he let his head drop in defeat for a moment before lifting him up. Strong, unyielding gaze meeting her worried, slightly anxious eyes.

Her position in the family and in company made her learn how to deal with emotions on her own for years.. which was never an issue. Woman could only be so vulnerable after raising that many kids and protecting them from the disgusting reality with her fragile hands and soul on her shoulder. But she managed.

So the rare vulnerability she displayed that evening, looking in her nephew's eyes was nothing short of special. The string of responsibility connecting them in ways none of his siblings would understand.

Staring blankly for a moment, he ended up nodding.

”I know, Polly.” He spoke up, his voice heavy with exhaustion and the fear he tried to bury somewhere between his ribs, to never be seen again. But it was there, alive as ever, making his heart thump in an unnatural rhythm. Reminding him of one of survival. Desperate attempts to stick to life even when the dirty earth in the tunnels tried to swallow him alive.

”You need to trust me when I say things will go back to normal. I waited for long enough.” His voice came out sharper than he'd like it to. Blue eyes soothing the damage his voice has done and Polly understood.

Being a witness to the struggles he faced on daily, responsibilities piling on him like layers of clothing, giving no space to grieve the loss of someone who was never supposed to be gone.

…and so he didn't. Instead building an empire on his bitterness and pain, trusting that… whatever was up there would provide if it was meant to be.

That day for once in his life Thomas wanted to pray.

~~

“You need to pick up your pace, Y/N. We can't afford to be late to such an event.” Nickolas snapped, his usually calm and collected demeanour dishevelled with stress as he watched time ticking away on his watch.

She didn't sleep, almost at all. Putting on the mask was more difficult than usual, having to layer the makeup on her tired face, exhausted eyes. The years of struggles managed to catch up in the nine hours she spent on trying to fall asleep. Dreamless nights and loveless days connected with the anticipation in her stomach making it impossible to close her eyes.

”What will they think of us if we show up late, Y/N?” He shot once again watching her movements with his chin higher than he usually carried.

In moments of distress Y/N saw his father in him, usually perfectly hidden away lack of spine showing through the wounds of what the perfect life did to him. Minor inconvenience making him furious.

”Put on your jacket and smoke a cigarette, Nickolas. By the time you're done I will be waiting.” She responded in a neutral way, already taught to not feed into his bitterness in such situations. Not because he was right, but rather to avoid making him cranky as he would surely ruin her already difficult evening.

Watching her with contempt for a moment, he let out a heavy breath before stepping away.

”Five minutes or you will walk there. I'm not going to be late because of your irresponsibility.” His voice faded with the distance growing between them.

Y/N sighed looking at her reflection.

A man that was never supposed to be a husband.

All eyes were on them as soon as they arrived. Y/N smiled, nodding along to the people she saw for the first time as they spoke to Nickolas. She was to not speak unless spoken to, Mr. Winterbourne taught her four years ago. Smile, look pretty and watch your husband. Be attentive and elegant at all times.

Entering the event took them about fifteen minutes with all the pleasantries Nick kept giving away to his associates. Deep down she hated it. The constant need to pretend, not a single movement one of her own.

”Mr. Winterbourne!” A voice came from behind their back as they walked into the main room. An older man with jet-black hair approached quickly, his arm wrapped around the waist of his wife. Glancing at her, they exchanged a joyful look before standing right by Y/N. “Long time no see” His voice was low, but not threatening. Something about the tall and broad man was inviting, friendly.

”Indeed, it's been a long while.” Nick responded, straightening his back before greeting the older woman, getting a hold of her hand gently and kissing the temple. ”How is life treating you, Sir?” His tone mannered and calm, just like always whenever he was in a public eye. After getting a response, he began talking about the details of the gala before the woman suddenly interrupted him.

”...and who is this beautiful woman?” She spoke completely relaxed to which Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. If she interrupted her husband or any man he was currently talking to in such a manner, she'd get severely punished if not slapped at the spot. Nicholas raised his eyebrow but quickly put on a collected exterior again.

”This is my wife, Y/N” He introduced her, slightly embarrassed that he forgot to do so in the first place. What would they think of him? The older man reflected, kissing her temple with a smile and his wife took her hand in her own.

”Oh, I see” She said, looking at the ring on her finger. ”Absolutely beautiful, how about we get something to drink while men talk about the important matters?” She suggested light-heartedly, winking at her husband who chuckled, shaking his head before giving a simple nod.

”Great idea. I will find you in just a few moments, Precious.”

The way their interactions took place made Y/N truly shocked, she's never seen such behaviour among people in their class before. Were people of Birmingham different than them?

Waiting for his approval obediently Y/N only moved when he gave her a stern nod, clearly not pleased with his own performance, yet he would never admit it.

His behaviour was different this time, she could clearly see it. He was more emotional in the wrong way, every little detail making him visibly angry.

”I’m Meredith” The seemingly fourty year old woman stated, glancing at Y/N sideways. ”You seem to love these kind of events, don't you?” She joked, seeing the way Y/N’s smile dropped as soon as they turned away from their husbands. Internally she panicked hearing the elegant woman's remark, her eyes widening with fear. ”Oh, no worries. We're on the same page… besides. They serve really good drinks, so soon enough it will be bearable.” The tone of her voice was light and amusing as she gave Y/N a little shove. Her demeanor was relaxed and open, matching her husband's which was… refreshing.

”Better get to it then” She mustered a smile in response.

To be fair, time did start passing faster as they settled by the table, slowly sipping on tasteful drinks and talking in a way that allowed Y/N feel much less comfortable than she was at first. A breath of fresh air.

”We’re local. My husband, Christopher, is the owner of several businesses passed down through the family. That's how he knows Winterbournes.” She explained eventually before leaning in closer. ”He doesn't get along well with your father in law. Tradition and peace are the only things keeping them tied together.”

Y/N listened carefully, appreciating that after a couple drinks Meredith's tongue got a bit loose. Usually she'd never hear a single detail about her husband's business or family. She wasn't family by blood, so her access to information was very restricted.

Getting lost in her thoughts again she zoned out for a second before Nickolas’ voice came to her ear from close proximity.

”This is my wife, Y/N Winterbourne.” He introduced her and it took a second to stand up, smooth out her dress before her eyes met the guests.

…and just for a second, her heart stopped, mouth slightly parting as she met the blue gaze she dreamed of for so many years.

”May we dance, Mrs. Winterbourne?” Thomas Shelby asked, standing side to side with her husband. Slightly shorter yet visibly towering over him.

For once she forgot her manners, not able to tear her eyes away from him as she gave a quick nod and without another word, he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the dance floor among other couples. Completely stiff and frozen, her vocal chords were not cooperating as she was on the verge of a panic attack.

His hands grabbed her own, setting them on his shoulders as he pulled her closer.

”Breathe” He said quietly in a husky tone as his scent almost made her faint.

[bouquetface]

Scorpio Risings

Accuracy influenced by the entire chart.

Appearance

A key theme in scorpio risings is wishing to go unseen (unless they have prominent 10th H placements). They hate being perceived. Their entire lives the worst is assumed of them. Often, these negative assumptions come based on nothing but their appearance.

The scorpio risings may not be able to tell what it is about them that is making people respond to them in a negative way. Other people, may not be able to pin it exactly either. It is usually subconscious.

Physically, all the scorpio risings I know appear very different. I do have a few shared physical traits & observations:

🪻Sharper features. Prominent chins - broad or pointy.

🪻 People tend to associate gothic and darker aesthetic with scorpio. However, this brings attention, generally scorpios have a love-hate relationship with attention. It is more often the gothic, darker style is embraced by sag rising w sag Pluto.

🪻 The scorpio risings, I know, keep a basic and comfortable style. They appear well kept. They stick out for their physical features not their clothing.

🪻 When they do decide to dress up, it would fall under “silent luxury”. Expensive or eye-catching accessory (necklace, watch, earrings) but a black or a darker bold colour outfit.

🪻 Makeup and hair is almost always natural. The women don’t tend to like makeup that much either. However, all this can change if they have placements that do love to stand out.

🪻 Often, muscular or on the thin side.

🪻 They may be attractive in a way that creates jealously. This leads to poor treatment from those who don’t know you.

🪻 Or they may be conventionally unattractive, thus society treats them poorly.

Positive placements such as Jupiter in first house could change the above drastically.

Ex: River Phoenix’s natal asc is scorpio with jupiter & neptune in first house. He was attractive in a dreamy and soft way. Neptune helped balance out the sharpness of a scorpio asc. & Jupiter generally brings luck in whichever house it is placed.

Scorpio is a fixed sign that is about transformation. These individuals tend to impulsively make changes (they are traditionally ruled by mars). Then, quickly become emotional about the change made (they are a water sign). If they have a well placed mars, they may make more calculated changes than impulsive.

Personality:

Disregarding other placements, scorpio rising is more predator than prey. They silently observe, take notes, analyze, and never forget.

Now, when we take into consideration other placements, this can change almost entirely.

For ex. pair a scorpio asc with a pisces moon. They will become less observant. In times of boredom or when reality is too painful, they will enter the dream world in their mind for comfort.

Yet, even the least observant scorpio ascendant is observant. They repress a lot of emotions especially anger. Instead of expressing and communicating their feelings, they will observe the situation or person. They will not forget what was done. And they aren’t likely to let you know until they’ve decided they’re done with you.

Their repressed anger can lead to an angry outburst. The scorpio asc can be very cruel when hurt. They may say and do almost anything to hurt the other person. This could lead to guilt afterwards. However, you aren’t likely to hear an apology from a scorpio asc. From their perspective, they were only hurting you back even though you may not know what you did. This can lead to some toxic relationships throughout the scorpio asc person’s life. A well placed mercury and/or mars could change the above.

The angry outburst will lead the scorpio asc to be blamed and villainized. This is the placement you hear people say, “I had a bad feeling from the start”. People love to paint themselves as the victims of a scorpio asc. And when they were never clued in on their wrongdoings, they may genuinely believe it.

Despite, the conflict they are bound to endure through their lives, they dislike conflict. But conflict will find them.

For ex: My scorpio rising friend was removed from a gc by her childhood friends. She was surprised and discovered it was because her relative dumped one of their aunts. She had no involvement but somehow caught blame.

This is the worst part of being a scorpio ascendant. People jump to negative conclusions. Scorpio asc rarely get the benefit of doubt. This may manifest as people feeling you are intimidating, insincere, jealous/angry, etc.

At an older age, they often gain something that gives other’s something to be jealous of. This depends on the entire chart. Possible examples: Career, they often reach high positions and/or have careers that indicate wealth (Vet, Dr., Lawyer, etc).

They can marry someone that makes other’s jealous as well. Taurus is their 7th, their partners are generally stable, beautiful, generous, indulgent and spoil them. This will be drastically influenced by the venus placement.

They aren’t doomed to never be understood. People with compatible placements will gravitate towards them. When someone understands them, they will be as close as can be. They are very protective and loving. They hate to let people go even when they must for their peace.

[sir-malk]

♠︎♥︎◆♣︎Cosmos Cat Revamp♣︎◆♥︎♠︎

Would you like to experience a never-ending dream? To get whatever you desire and to play for however long you'd like, doesn't that sound better than being awake?

This Plushie Cookie definitely thinks so! As the old forgotten plushie of the Legendary Milkyway, Cosmos Cat Cookie's biggest dream is to find her playmate who will never ever leave her nor forget her! Won't you leave reality and come play with her? Even if it is forever...?

♠︎♥︎◆♣︎(about the design and stuff below)♣︎◆♥︎♠︎

I usually don't explain my designs in detail, but because this oc is very important to me and had many rewrites and redesigns, I think she deserves it!

♠︎ Flavor and base concept

Cosmos Cat Cookie is based on a Cosmos brownie! Not only is it a nostalgic and childish food to me, but this was also to make her have a connection with Milky Way Cookie, both having a connection to something extraterrestrial and massive despite being small and little!

In a lot of ways, Cosmos Cat is supposed to be a direct opposite to Milky Way cookie! Her being a cat is supposed to be a nod to how Milky Way Cookie is often compared to Sanrio's Cinnamon Roll, like a black cat is to a white dog.

In general, Cosmos cat being connected to Milky Way Cookie (and Moonlight cookies Milky way costume) is very important to her as a character and her story. It's not cause Milky Way is my favorite character, TRUST ME.

♥︎ Outfit and Aesthetics

Cosmos Cat Cookie, and by extension, everything around her is heavily based on Alice and Wonderland and Yumekawaii aesthetics, giving off a nonsensical yet soft and comforting feeling! Like a dream!

Her character and the places around her are also slightly based on the Creepy Cute aesthetic, a little bit of nightmare fuel. Only a little, though! Wouldn't wanna scare the kids TOO soon.

Cosmos Cat Cookie's outfit is based on clowns and ring leaders, As a toy, she's made for entertainment! But in her own realm, she does have control! The rainbow candies on her hat and everywhere else are dulled down slightly compared to an actual Cosmos brownie for the more soft and dreamy feeling.

◆ Main inspirations

A lot of these inspirations may not be fully obvious, but all of these were important to building her character and story to where it is now

The list goes:

My irl cat

Coraline the movie

The story of pandoras box

Universe cat drowning by kikuo

Missing Missing by Kikuo

Kyubey from madoka magica

The entire basis around dreamcore, limital spaces, and Yumekawaii

Milky Way cookie from cookie run

Foxglove cookie (An old scrapped cookie run oc)

Maromi from paranoia agent

basic horror tropes centered around toys

and my own struggles with maladaptive daydreaming disorder and memory issues

I would explain each one of these, but this section is already big because it's a list.

♣︎ Extra stuff/fun facts

These are just little fun facts that'll probably come up in later posts as a joke or little comic, not too important!

Each one of the rainbow candies on her hat, tail, and paw are actually eyes, it's not too obvious because of the cookie run artsyle, but they do noticeably have the white outline like most cookie eyes do!

Her wand is like a cat toy. She often ends up playing with it like one, too! This usually leads up to her casting dreams and nightmares all over the place...

Cosmos cat Cookie can change her form! She usually sticks to a small cat (Her plushie form) or a slightly more cookie shaped child (Her dream form). These changes can only happen in the dream world. To those who are awake, she's just a plushie all the time!

All of that, and it's only about the design... Don't EVER let me get into her lore, personality, or main story.

you made it to the end, tho! You get a Cosmos brownie for your struggles!

♠︎♥︎◆♣︎HEY. HEY, JUST TAKE ONE. NO♠︎♥︎◆♣︎

[mysticmellowlove]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRvDLHse/

Saw this today and it has me thinking(more specifically slide 7 and 8)

Business woman x yandere

She has all these ideas for business and charity projects but since she has so many ideas she can find it alittle hard to come up with the driving force for all of them and that’s where yan steps in.

He’ll do anything to impress her so I just imagine his cute little brain coming up with these genius plans of action and showing them to her. I mean he has like 25 step plans and crazy layouts that are beautifully executed to a tea.

He just hope she likes his ideas and when he hands her a blueprint to let’s say some architectural design and she sees how good he did she looks at him and is just like: “Baby you are an absolute GENIUS!” And giving him all the kisses.

He is the muscle force to our desired reality we Stan a creative king 💪

note; honestly give me two people working in harmony! loving this idea of mutual support

warnings; soft hours, subtle yan, fem reader (req), gn reader,

Work has been stressing you out lately. It had all been long hours and hard work, some people would assume that being in the creative field was a piece of cake when in reality it was mentally and socially draining. You had withstood years and years of business deals, negotiations and vigorous planning. Finally, today it had paid off.

You had presented your city plan for the newest district, a mix of walkability and practicality all with green aesthetic surroundings. It had been your dream to change the dreary sight of your home city. You wanted to live here with pride and now... now you had managed to get there. Your childhood vision had been realised and now you were going to see it come true. This was a massive step not only for you but also for the environment. For people...

It was all placated smiles and polite nods until you reached your apartment, the one you would soon be donating because you were moving to the new district. As soon as the door swung shut you couldn't help but squeal in delight. With a rush of energy you launched yourself into your boyfriend's arms and hugged the life out of him.

In your peripheral you could see him grinning as he swung you around joyously. As of a couple years ago he had been by your side, the fuel to your fire. He took care of the technical side of things, planning out deliveries and harder design choices. He scoped streets and plotted roads, chose colours and researched plants. Your eyes slid shut as the first relaxed breath left your mouth and you sunk into him.

"You did it baby." He cooed as he carried you over to the couch. With your head still buried in his neck you shook your head.

"No, we did it." You squeezed your arms around him before letting yourself flop onto the couch. His smile was as bright as the sun as he looked down at you with that cheery look on his face that you loved so much. He was like a real-life golden retriever, always so eager to please and bouncy. He was a great influence actually. On those days where you just wanted to give up and hide away he would always be there to support you.

He hummed as he happily went into the kitchen, his whole body seeming to vibrate with energy. You knew he had been working hard as well, he tried to hide it but not much escaped you. He would work into the night, his computer in front of him as his eyes drooped and his bags darkened. In those moments you knew that he was looking to you for inspiration. When he thought you were sleeping he would whisper about how he would do anything to turn your dream into a reality, how much he wanted you to smile.

He would always kiss you before opening one more city draft, just one more before he would finally give in and sink into your arms. Sometimes you wondered if he knew you were awake in those moments but you also selfishly hoped that you were getting to see a secret side of him. One that you had all for yourself.

"Come on. Wine! We're celebrating." He yipped as he came out of the kitchen, a bottle and two glasses in his hands. You grinned, celebrating with him sounded perfect.

[nidhi-writes]

CHAPTER - XIII | HIS NIYATI

MASTERLIST

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With a soft groan, Nandhini's eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by moonlight that lit up the ground around her. Slowly, she propped herself up and realised she was lying on soft grass in the middle of a flower field.

The gentle wind caressed her lengthy hair, tickling her neck and making her yawn as she stretched. But then her mind froze—where is she?

Her eyes widened as she looked around again. She wasn't in the palace. This wasn't any place she knew. It looked like one of those aesthetic dreamlands where the heroine runs across meadows to find her lost love.

She stood up slowly, the scent of roses filling her nose and making her lips curl into a smile. She looked down at herself and noticed she was wearing a cream-white saree draped in an old-fashioned way, very different from how she wore her saree back in Mahismati.

"Where am I?" she whispered and started walking, trying to understand everything. That's when her eyes landed on a tall, lone tree standing proudly in the middle of the wide field. Its long branches swayed with the wind, almost like dancing to a silent rhythm.

Her breath caught. She knew this place.

"I've been here before," she whispered, walking slowly toward the tree. The moonlight was hidden behind its thick branches, casting a shadow on the ground.

Her fingers gently traced the tree's trunk—it felt ancient, like it had been here forever. But then, something caught her eye. There were markings on the bark. She leaned closer to see.

Her eyes widened. Her lips trembled.

Nandhu 🖤 Bhalla

The names were carved into the bark—faded, old, but still there.

Her hands shook as her fingers brushed against it, and in that moment, memories came flooding in.

A little boy hugged a young girl tightly, whispering,

"Would you always be with me?" 

"Always," she whispered back.

They looked no older than six.

Then the memory changed.

Now, teenagers stood under the same tree, holding hands.

"I have a special birthday gift for you," the girl whispered.

The boy's eyes sparkled. "What is it?" he asked.

Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed him—their first kiss.

The memory rushed forward again.

Now two young adults, maybe eighteen, are tangled in each other's arms.

"I love you," the boy whispered into the girl's ear as he moved against her, lips capturing hers between gasps and moans.

Tears streamed down Nandhini's cheeks as the final memory returned.

"We may never meet again in reality," the young woman said, holding the boy tightly. 

He stood still, shaking his head. "I can't live without you." 

She cupped his face gently. "My dear Bhalla, even if I'm not by your side, I'll always be in here."

She placed her hand on his chest. "You think we'll meet again?"

"I know we will," he replied.

"Okay. If the universe lets us meet again in real life, and if I don't remember you... Don't let me go. Make me yours. Try anything to keep me with you. Even if I reject or disrespect you, remember, my mind has forgotten you. But my soul already knows you. So never let me go." She whispered

"Never," he whispered as they sealed their lips one last time.

Nandhini gasped as her knees buckled. Her hand clutched her chest—her heart burning, her soul aching. She collapsed to the ground, tears falling freely.

She remembered.

Her soul remembered.

It was always him. And for him, it was always her.

Even after every rejection, he never let go. He held onto their love, even when she didn't know it. They had known each other since childhood, meeting in this very field, away from reality, in dreams.

This tree. This place. It was their sacred space.

First friends. The first love. First kiss. First everything.

And now, she was back here. But this time, alone.

"Bhalla... no, no..." she cried, shaking her head as she searched the field, desperate for him.

He wasn't a monster, never to her. She had always told herself she could never love him—oh, how wrong she had been. How many times she must've broken his heart... And yet, he never broke the promise. He never let go.

With a halt, her surroundings faded. Nandhini's eyes widened slowly—she was being pulled out of her dream space. Her lips trembled as she tried to call out the name, "Bhalla..." but the light around her sucked her in, pushing her out as her chest pounded hard.

Her eyes snapped open in the dim light of the room, her lips still whispering through soft cries, "Bhalla..." she murmured and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her body. She clutched her abdomen and looked around.

She was back, back in her chamber in Mahismati. She had returned from her dream... No, not a dream. It was the truth.

Sweat dripped from her forehead as the memories flooded back—the attack, Bhalla and Baahubali saving her, Devasena's scream, and Inokshi plunging the knife into her.

"Oh my God," she breathed out, finally realising she was alive. But her eyes immediately searched for the one figure she longed to see, hoping to find him lying beside her.

But all she saw was empty space.

Where is he?

Before she could think more, loud footsteps echoed nearby. Despite the pain, a small smile formed on her lips. Maybe... maybe it's her Bhalla. Her vision blurred with tears—some from the physical pain, most from the aching of her soul.

But instead, Devasena and Baahubali entered, followed by Kattappa and Sivagami. Yet, Nandhini's eyes remained on the doorway. Waiting. Hoping. For just one person—the same person she once wanted to leave, only a few days ago.

"Nandhini!" Devasena cried and rushed to hug her, whispering prayers into her hair. Baahubali sighed in relief seeing her awake, and Sivagami offered a prayer of thanks to the Goddess. Kattappa gently caressed her hair with a fond smile.

Still... Nandhini's gaze was fixed on the door.

He will come. He must be just outside. He'll walk in any moment now.

Devasena's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Oh, you scared me, my Nandhu. Don't ever do that again," she whispered.

Nandhini smiled faintly and returned the hug, but her brow furrowed when she glanced down and noticed something—Devasena's stomach was flat. Her breathing quickened.

"Your baby! What happened? Oh my God," she stammered. No... Mahendra Baahubali must be born. He must be— her mind rushed.

But Devasena simply smiled.

"Nandhini... nothing happened. The baby is safe. He's already born," she said softly.

The words made Nandhini gasp.

"Born?" Realisation hit her like a wave. How long... how long had she been out?

"How long... how long was I asleep?" she asked. The room fell silent for a moment.

Baahubali stepped forward and took her cold hands into his warm ones.

"The wound you took was deep... too deep. You went into a slumber, and the doctors said only time could heal it. Only when your body started recovering could you wake."

Nandhini stared, heart pounding. She gave a small nod, silently asking him to continue.

"You've been asleep for one moon."

One month?

Her lips parted, but no words came. She couldn't believe it.

"One month? No... no, that can't be," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "This... this can't be real."

"Please relax, Nandhini," Devasena said gently. "You shouldn't stress yourself."

Nandhini nodded slightly, calming her breath... but one thing still pounded in her chest.

"Where's Bhalla?" she asked suddenly, looking around. "Where's my husband?"

Her words froze the room. The air grew heavy.

Everyone looked at each other.

And Nandhini's heart started to race again.

And that was how the news was told to her.

Her love... her Bhalla... had left the palace.

He had given up everything—his material possessions, his throne, his power. Everything he had once fought and bled for, he returned to Baahubali—the very things he had craved since he could remember.

But when he saw Nandhini lying motionless, unresponsive despite every attempt to wake her... he couldn't bear it.

He couldn't sit in silence like the others.

So, he walked away.

Not as a prince. Not as the once-mighty Bhallaladeva.

He left with nothing but a worn cotton dhoti wrapped around him, choosing the life of a man who owned nothing. Following the advice of an old rishi, he renounced everything so that maybe, just maybe... his Nandhini would open her eyes again.

It was never about the power.

It was always about her.

And so, he left... to live as a nobody... for the one person who made him feel like somebody.

Bhalla would do anything for her.

And he had kept his word.

"Take me to him! Please... take me!" Nandhini begged, her voice cracking.

But her legs—frail and weak from a month of bedrest—refused to support her. They had forgotten how to walk.

"You shouldn't push yourself," Baahubali said gently. "We'll send someone to find Bhalla. Don't worry... now that you're awake, he won't stay gone for long."

But how could she wait?

She couldn't just sit.

Yet time moved on, slow and cruel.

One day became two.

Two became three.

Three became a week.

And Bhalla... still did not return.

Her eyes dulled. The once-sharp fire has now reduced to ash.

She found herself alone again, sitting in the chamber they once shared. The silence around her was deafening. She clutched his pillow, holding it tight, breathing in the last trace of him left behind, hoping it would ease the aching void in her heart.

But nothing helped.

Not even the memory of his touch... could stop the tears from falling.

And she hated being here—trapped in walls of silk and stone—when her Bhalla was out there... somewhere in the world, with nothing.

What must he be doing? Had he eaten? Was he safe?

The thought shook her to her core.

She paced aimlessly through the chamber, her weakened legs gradually finding rhythm as her heart throbbed with worry. Her fingers drifted across the edges of the books he once read, the handle of his sword resting on the study table... every corner of the room smelled of him, echoed with memories of him.

A soft sob slipped from her lips, salty tears trailing down her cheeks.

And then, her hand froze.

Her eyes caught something she had never noticed before. Hidden carefully, tucked deep within the shelves—a wooden canvas, covered in dust.

Curious, she winced slightly as she pulled it out.

She turned it over.

And her heart cracked open.

It was them—him and her—painted in soft strokes, captured in a moment of raw tenderness. Their first kiss, immortalised in silence.

He had painted it and kept it safe. Never showed it.

She clutched it to her chest and cried... cried as if her soul was bleeding through her tears.

A sad smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head gently. This was her Bhalla—a warrior with hands that held swords—and painted love.

The moonlight poured in, silver and soft, as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

No.

She would not sit here and wilt in his absence.

She would not wait for others to find him.

She will go to him.

She must.

Even if it meant searching every forest path, every riverbank, every edge of the world.

Because she always found her Bhalla.

And he... always came to her.

"I'm coming, my love," she whispered, the painting still pressed to her heart.

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Infinitely Gray/限りなく灰色へ - Surii/すりぃ

Transitional credit Shiopaca

I don’t have any talent so I’ll cry here now I suppose

The blue scenery of yours makes me envy the sights you make

My life’s fallen by the wayside and the asphalts growing colder now

Holding out for the light that brightens the night—it’s electricity connects us all

Rainy Rainy, I only drew what I had knew

My heart has closed off- wait! The only truth is I want to scream

Rainy Rainy, all I want to do is to be strong

My voice discarded, so empty, a lonely melody

It’s lifeless, so close to gray, my fingers are numb…

“Oh won’t you take notice of me?”

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, let’s say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My feelings tracing the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I cried as my dreams were lost in gray

I once believed in my dreams but reality had beaten me down

Trapped and suspended in a void of my impatience and insecurity

Losing my sense of style as ambiguous figures take my place

Consumed by all the finest talents and arts, as those show-offs dissipate

Rainy Rainy, all my vain efforts lost in the rain

Bitter memories remain cold as I’m soaked on by this day

Rainy Rainy, a small break in the clouds above

Light shines down and the weight feels a little lighter

Don’t tell me, about aesthetics and pride, just go start with…

“The things you know you can do!”

The path back to the past has closed off

I’m begging please put behind your jealousy

Look at how far you’ve gone! Is it enough?

Breathe in all your small victories!

With eyes open — the irony!

I haven’t changed, I’ll try anything!

Your doubts lay and ready to pounce with a

Persona - you must beat back to the start!

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, I’ll say bye-bye-bye-bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I traced the oozing dew and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

And finally swallowed in my pride

To my borrowed talent, the gray it’s dulled and colors gone—it’s infinite!

“Don’t give up! Your life hasn’t started yet!!”

A voice cried and echoed around

I’ve lost myself — oh the irony!

But I hadn’t realized, I’m still denying it

Can someone tear my feelings out?

Before they get muddied forever

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

Please look at me and convey your love

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

To this world, we’ll say bye bye bye bye

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

My fingers trace the ooze and drew

Whoa-whoa… whoa-whoa…

I laughed at shape of my wishful dreams

[blueberrymuffinmassacre]

So The Amazing Digital Circus has latched onto my brain like a particularly stubborn tick so now I gotta share a theory of mine from the Pilot.

Considering it's all, indeed, digital and the mental health of its occupants ties to their stability, I bet their avatars are near direct reflections of themselves and their issues/flaws, albeit with a filter to fit the Fun, Child Friendly Aesthetic of the Circus.

Pomni is a classic rendition of a Jester. A Court Fool. Her eyes are incredibly expressive and even change to scribbles, hollow circles, or pure black depending on her mental state.

She likely views her life as a joke, or views herself as the punchline of a joke. She's a Fool. Whether this is due to perceived incompetence, an inability to "grow up", or simply considers herself to be lesser than her peers.

I do however use the above picture on purpose. She's an absolute nervous wreck 99% of the time, but stops while being chased by a monster and is stunned by her own reflection. That isn't a look of fear or confusion, it's awe. Something about her avatar struck a cord with her and seemed right. I personally subscribe to the theory of her being transgender and experiencing a small bout of gender euphoria amidst the horrors thanks to a post made by one demilypyro.

Jax is a Cartoon Rabbit. Not really terribly much to say about the design itself other than it being very rubber-hose animation in its proportions and the seeming default smug expression.

Jax is an asshole. He plays pranks in bad faith, is incredibly snarky and dry even to someone in distress, and doesn't seem to overly care about the others well being.

"I'm fine with doing whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people." It makes sense his avatar would take a similar look to another wise-cracking cartoon rabbit we all know. He also seems the most content to actually be in the Circus itself. Considering it can let him do all manner of things to others, from the lethal to the physically impossible, he might consider it better than reality.

Ragatha is literally just raggedy ann. A patchwork doll.

She seems to be the most outwardly kind of the individuals in the circus, showing patience and understanding with Pomni even when in distress, though she clearly has a limit to said patience.

I think it's safe to assume Ragatha has been through a lot of shit for her avatar to make her seem patchwork. Which is to say, damaged multiple times and repaired each time, leaving clear marks of the repairs like scars.

Zooble is a mess of individual parts slammed together in an approximation of a humanoid shape. Like someone took dozens of pieces from all sorts of toys and put them together into an amalgam.

Gooseworx has stated they have no idea what they're even suppose to be. This can and likely does include gender, but probably includes their entire identity as a whole. Or rather, their lack of one.

For whatever reason, be it alienation, isolation, or any number of potential causes; Zooble doesn't know who they are or what they want to be. No ambitions, no dreams, no real self identity. This makes their avatar manifest as a mess that also doesn't know what it wants to be, so is a little bit of everything.

Gangle is most insubstantial, their body almost entirely a ribbon. The key part of their avatar is the mask: Comedy and Tragedy. And it seems in the few instances it's not broken, they always try to wear the comedy mask over top the tragedy mask.

Gangle's behavior makes me think she's the youngest of the individuals, at least mentally. As for the masks, something about her circumstances in life made her feel the need to put on a facade of joy. Maybe to live up to expectations, or to hide her true feelings to avoid worrying others. As an avatar, this seems to have become literal: She seems to only be happy with the mask on and discontent at best with it off/broken.

Kinger is a White King Chess Piece.

He's a forgetful paranoiac who, according to the characters, has been present in the Circus for the longest amount of time. He seems to forget where people are and what he's doing quite a bit.

In a moment of lucidity near the end, he goes in depth about how the food they eat is just simulated, and how they provide the sensation of eating despite not being real. It's also worth mentioning the ground floor of the circus is a Chess Board.

I believe Kinger is/was at least partially in charge of creating the Circus. His avatar is a walking symbol of authority, a reflection on his standing within the digital space rather than his current mental state. Perhaps the avatar was more fitting when he first entered the Circus, aware of its intricacies and rules, but has long since forgotten such things.

We don't see Kaufmo while he's uh. Normal. But we do see pictures of what he did look like: A Clown.

From the dialogue of other characters like Ragatha and Gangle, he seemed to actually try and play the role of clown during his time in the Circus, even if he wasn't terribly funny.

Kaufmo likely found himself to be a clown in reality. Maybe he was a clown in the literal sense. Or maybe he just saw himself as a funny, quirky guy to be around even if he was none of those things.

Finally, we have what happens when someone goes completely plum insane.

The Avatars are based on mental scans of the individual made to fit the aesthetic of the circus. an Abstraction is what happens when said software tries to read a mind that has no logic or reasoning left. There's nothing to find, no basis of personality, no base to work with. So in confusion the avatar becomes a glitched mess, trying and failing to find a shape within the madness to settle into.

Kinger seems to be insane, yet they're stable, because there is still an individual underneath the neurosis. There's nothing left of Kaufmo at this point: Just a cyclone of emotions inside a broken human mind.

That's the theory, anyway. It's a fucking pilot I could be entirely wrong.

[pastelwell]

Wowee ZOWEE, thank you for 400 kudos on my beloved fic post-s3 Hinterland! Not at all bad for a show that ended 10 years ago :’)

Thank youuuu to everyone who has read it, enjoyed it, commented on it, kudos’d it, I love you allllll SO much!

And if you haven’t got around to it yet, let me entice you with the opening segment and some ✨aesthetic images✨

Hinterland

Will Graham grapples with the reality of who he really is and what he truly wants (AKA what happens after season 3 - PastelWell's Version.)

He remembers the blood, inky black on Hannibal’s face, and his eyes ferocious with hunger. He remembers the chill of the night biting at his fingers as the plasma dries and becomes tacky. He remembers pressing his face into Hannibal’s chest and waiting for death, falling through the darkness towards an ocean that roars, the waves a welcoming maw to eternal nothingness.

When they crash into the water he believes it’s over. He followed his final impulse to do the right thing by his friends, his family, the world. The last flutters of morality within him had guided him, even as he looked into the eyes of a murderer who had somehow compelled his fall from grace. Here, in the frigid deep waters, their chapter is closed and their story is concluded. Except it isn’t. This is just the beginning.

His next conscious thought is the recognition that he’s dizzy and in pain, his body burning furiously despite the cold that surrounds him. There’s seawater in his mouth and he’s lost in a seemingly endless abyss of nothingness when strong arms heave him through the gloom towards the surface. The first thing he sees is the stars, glittering above him in a carpet of spilled ink. Hannibal’s hands feel hot even through his clothes, palms against his chest before they curl into fists and hold on tightly.

Will’s awareness slowly comes back to him, as if waking from a dream. He feels sluggish and heavy in the water, rocked by the waves but anchored by Hannibal, eyes still ferocious in a way that Will finds indulgently captivating. It takes a few long moments for Will to realise that they survived. That this is real and unending.

“Tell me. Why did you do that, Will?” Hannibal asks him, treading water, gasping for air. Will diagnoses a collapsed lung, perhaps some broken ribs; injuries that likely mirror his own. It’s a miracle they’re alive. Is this god’s plan or Hannibal’s? It certainly wasn’t Will’s.

He considers the question as he looks at Hannibal’s face, the moonlight casting shadows that make him look ethereal and alien.

“I was curious,” he says eventually, the water around him churning red in the waves. It’s true, up to a point. He was forever changed upon that clifftop and did what he thought was right whilst he still possessed a grasp on his moral compass. His shoulder feels sharp and his left arm feels loose, limp on the water, but in this moment he hardly feels it, “I wanted… To see what would happen.”

The smile that bleeds across Hannibal’s face is disturbing and beautiful; it matches the tsunami that rages in his dark eyes perfectly. Then he kisses Will hard, and it tastes of iron and salt water, a desperate fitting together of mouths that have yearned for far too long. Will returns it with a vigour that’s been building in his chest since the day they met, because he needs it and because he wants it, even though he loathes it in equal measure. It’s a kiss that is painful and desperate, and then a wave crashes over them, smothering them both.

Will is tempted to succumb to it, let his lungs fill with water and fade away to nothing, but he knows Hannibal won’t let him die for as long as he lives. Their path has been chosen, their destination as yet unknown.

Hannibal heaves him to shore, the lesser damaged of them both, and Will collapses into his side, exhausted and tired and unable to comprehend what he was thinking. The longer he’s conscious the sharper his mind becomes, the more aware he is of what he’s done and what it means. What he has to do next. He closes his eyes, desperate for peace and an escape from the present. He’s alive but he feels like he has no life left in him at all, dead weight at the water’s edge.

“I’ll make a place for us,” Hannibal says to him, methodically taking hold of Will’s limp arm and wrenching it back into its socket for him.

The pain is unbelievable as Will doubles over, burying his face into Hannibal’s thigh as he cries out in pain. Nausea rolls over him in a rush that he swallows back, breathing hard through his nose as the pain slowly ebbs away, replaced in time by the burn of salt bleeding into his many, many wounds.

“And I’ll take care of you. I’ll put you back together. Better than before.”

Will shakes his head, so much adrenaline coursing through his veins that he’s shaking hard, sprawled across Hannibal’s lap like a sacrifice at an altar.

“I can’t,” he grits out. ‘My family’ gets stuck in his throat. It doesn’t feel wise to mention them, but he does think of them, even as he starts to pass out. His vision is blurring at the edges, darkness getting darker.

“This is where I’d intended to bring us,” Hannibal pants, running the flat of his palm up and down Will’s back, the repetitive motion soothing his tightly coiled frame and easing some of his nausea.

Will exhales a mirthless laugh into the sodden fabric of Hannibal’s pants, “The shores of a cliff edge?”

With great difficulty he heaves himself upright, almost collapsing back into the sea before Hannibal yanks him back with a hand in his collar. It brings them close together again, breathing each other’s air as Hannibal smiles and looks up at his home on the cliff.

“This was the place I intended to make. For you and for me. For Abigail.”

Abigail. The word feels sharp in the air even now, and it wounds Will deeper than any mark the Dragon left on his skin. He’s so tired and so beaten and so fragile that it makes him want to sob, or howl at the moon for what he’s lost. What he’s losing. But he has nothing left to give, nothing at all as his head thunks down onto Hannibal’s shoulder.

“We can’t stay here,” he grits out instead of everything else he wants to say. He finally gives in to temptation and closes his eyes, listening to the crash of the waves as it harmonises with the rise and fall of their breathing.

“Not forever,” Hannibal replies, “But we can for now.”

Keep reading…

[creditcardcrayon]

|| Friend ||

For some people music might be the only way to escape from reality. The tranquillity of the undertones, soft strumming of chords and probably a melodious voice to accompany it! It paints a hauntingly beautiful image of what salvation would look like in real life. It would be nice to imagine melody to personify as beautiful butterflies and fly away dancing on the aesthetic strumming.

In the busy streets of Madrid, walked a lone figure. Amidst the ocean of joyful and lively figures, he stood out like a sore thumb. A shadow of melancholy marring across his face, eyes cast down and head hung low - that man looked defeated....as if he had given up on any last strands of hope he was desparately hanging on to.

" Carlos !", a voice called out to him. Though he stopped walking, he couldn't find it in him the energy to turn around and smile at the person. In fact, he didn't have any zeal to meet any human for the time being. Presentation had always been a point of perfection for him ; allowing people to see him at his low isn't the most ideal thing to do.

"Hey Mate! How have you been?"

A beautiful man stepped in front of him. Roberto, his college pal and confidante, stood in front of him; loving eyes staring into his empty ones. The warmth in those eyes reminded him of the winter nights he cozied up on his couch with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand - those eyes reminded him of a home.

But which home are we talking about here? - the vintage house in Madrid where he grew up basking in the care of his parents? Or the one in London where he spent his days while learning engineering?... Or the one where he explored his true self, his passion for music amidst the support and guidance of his friends?

Knowing Carlos, it was probably the third one.

But it was all in the past, wasn't it? Rupert, Ricky, Gigi...and Roberto...he had cut contact with all of them when he left Italy. It was ages ago - back to the times when he was entering his thirties. Two decades have passed since then, many inevitable changes, many dreams broken and rebuilt...a lot of people loved and lost. This Carlos wasn't the same man he was during the peak of his youth. This one has seen the world in the ways his younger self couldn't even fathom. The man who stood in the middle of the street has been broken and moulded into a different human - one who lost everything life offered him.

Was it destiny? Fate surely does have weird ways to console. Is it a cruel joke? Something the Gods above are playing on him to see if he still can break further. After twenty whole years....his friend came across him. What was he supposed to do? - hug him? Cry in his arms? Ask him why didn't he contact him? Or ignore him as if he was a stranger? Or ask him to play their song on his guitar?

But could he ignore him? Could he go on his way knowing he had a chance to mend things back? Could he live with this guilt for the rest of his life?

"Roberto?", his shaky voice uttered.

"Mate, you have changed over the years... How have you been?"

"Fine...Fine.... How are you here?"

Roberto smiled.

"Why don't we talk over a coffee? Here is a little cafe I found."

Carlos nodded his head. This time he will mend his friendship. A smile graced his lips after many years.

"Let's go. The coffee is on me."

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(~ Hello! First time writing a fan fiction. Any suggestions to improve?)

[amiaima]

Infinitely Gray (English Version)

Translation by amiaima

I don't have the talent so I'll just stay here and cry all my life

I was envious of the bright shade of blue in the scene right before my eyes

A life fallen off to the wayside; the asphalt beneath grew ever colder

Seeking a light to brighten the night, I connect to the electric world

Rainy Rainy, I drew only what I saw in my dreams

Closing my heart off - wait! In truth I want to scream

Rainy Rainy, I wished to be strong always

My voice got lost in the night, carrying a lonely feeling

All I could convey was the color of my pain, as lifeless as it could be

"Why won't you recognize me?"

The gray I painted my canvas with has become even duller,

"Your life isn't over, so don't give up!"

Someone's voice rang in my head

I'd lost sight of myself - What irony.

I still deny it, but I don't realize

Someone, please, take these feelings from me

Before they turn muddied and muddled

Wow... Look at me and convey your love

Wow... To this kind of world, say bye bye bye bye

Wow... I traced my feelings and drew them

Wow... Tears spilled out from my dreams

I believed I would do it someday but reality is harsher than all your words

A hurricane of impatience and self-doubt brought darkness to my too weak mind

With my degenerating aesthetic sense and my ambiguous representations,

I'd only be swallowed by those people's works and eventually disappear

Rainy Rainy, my futile efforts were washed away

Those cold memories remain and soak me in tears

Rainy Rainy, peeking out through the gap in the clouds

When the light hit me, it lifted the weight off my body

You shouldn't go on about aesthetics and pride, listen to my advice

"Do the things you can actually do"

On the path of retreat that's closed off I put aside my borrowed talent for a moment,

Just having done something is a win right?

This is not the time to hold your breath!

This view never changes - What irony!

I've realized it, but I can't do anything

Those mere personas know all your weak spots-

Don't let their comments get to you!

Wow... Look at me and convey your love

Wow... To this kind of world, say bye bye bye bye

Wow... I traced my feelings and drew them

Wow... I swallowed the true meaning of my words

The gray I painted my canvas with has become even duller,

"Your life isn't over, so don't give up!"

Someone's voice rang in my head

I'd lost sight of myself - What irony.

I still deny it, but I don't realize

Someone, please, take these feelings from me

Before they turn muddied and muddled

Wow... Look at me and convey your love

Wow... To this kind of world, say bye bye bye bye

Wow... I traced my feelings and drew them

Wow... Tears spilled out from my dreams

[oraclekleo]

Hello there. I hope your december is going well. I'm here for the advice game!

I'm sagittarius sun, sag moon, sag mercury, sag venus, pieces mars and leo rising. You can call me vini. I'm mb, she/her.

You can choose any deck.

My aesthetic right now

Thank you so so so much for the game. Have a nice day/evening/night.

Take care 🤍

Hello Vini,

I’m happy you want to participate in my little tarot game. I’m doing fine and I hope you are also feeling well.

As usual with this game, I attach the cards in case there was a message meant for your eyes only.

Let’s start!

Cards: 50. Observer, 33. Weaving Flowers, 22. Like a Bird, 47. My Dear Friend (Oracle of Mystical Moments), 1. Spirit Self - Be who you are, as you are, 5. The Unknown - Knowing the unknown (The Lantern Oracle)

Your reading is all about focus and change. You might feel alienated to your true spirit self (or higher self) lately, tied down by outside pressures, influences and expectations. It’s important for you to realise that you will never find happiness outside, you need to seek within yourself. You can decide to be happy in life. You can become the most authentic version of yourself when you stop judging yourself based on other people’s standards. You already have everything you need to be happy and joyful, you only need to stop looking into the distance and rather focus on what’s right in front of you.

It’s scary to start something new, to take the first step into the unknown and head in an uncertain direction and yet your cards encourage you to follow the voice of your heart, be courageous and shake the shackles of conformity and stagnation off and start a new journey. You are much more than the sum of your fears. You can create something from little nothings as long as you are concentrated on your dream. Don’t be afraid to spread your wings and fly, see the beauties the world can offer. You might need to be patient and remain focused to reach bigger goals but that doesn’t mean you should stay still. The natural flow means constant change. Be open to it. Seek within your soul what your true dream is and commit to turning it into reality. Maybe it’s something one person alone can’t manage. Find your mutuals and reach that dream together. Any journey is more pleasant when taken with a good friend.

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Honest review of the best replica watches in 2025

In 2025, the world of luxury watches remains a captivating yet costly realm. The allure of owning a high-end timepiece often collides with the reality of exorbitant price tags. Enter replica watches an intriguing alternative providing the same sophisticated aesthetic at a fraction of the cost. As we navigate through a market with offerings that are more convincing than ever, this honest review breaks down the best replica watches of 2025 and why they could be a game-changer for horology enthusiasts. If you’re fascinated by the craftsmanship of luxury watches but hesitate at the investment required, the current surge in high-quality replicas might just catch your interest.

Attention: why consider replica watches in 2025?

Exploring the realm of replica watches in 2025 becomes more pertinent as more consumers gravitate towards affordable luxury. The shifting dynamics in the watch market, often driven by economic flux and changes in consumer spending habits, increase the appeal of replica timepieces. Why settle for a dream when you can wear a dazzling reality that mirrors top-tier brands without the substantial investment or potential remorse of a financial drain?

Affordability is the key factor propelling the demand. As authentic luxury pieces climb in price, replicas present themselves as an accessible option for those still wanting to make a statement. A replica can let you sport that signature style while keeping your budget intact.

Advances in manufacturing techniques have led to higher-quality materials and more sophisticated copies. Nowadays, these watches closely replicate their authentic counterparts in material composition think stainless steel, sapphire crystal, and ceramic.

Aesthetic fidelity is the draw where replicas take strides to perfect design elements, right from the engraving on the bezel to the tactile feel of the strap. Recent technology allows for remarkable precision, making them almost indistinguishable to the untrained eye.

Environmental consciousness finds relevance in this conversation. High production and demand for genuine watches can lead to ethical concerns, including resource depletion and labor issues. By choosing replicas, one might indirectly take a step towards more sustainable consumerism.

Exclusive style for everyone: The democratization of style is a concept firmly embedded in the replica watch industry. These watches provide an opportunity to embrace prestigious brands, fulfilling desires to wear exquisite designs without being bound by socio-economic strata.

The evolving landscape in 2025 favors replica watches as they blend luxury with sensibility. Whether you’re driven by aesthetics, economics, or sustainability, these timepieces offer an unprecedented gateway into the luxe world.

Interest: key features to look for in quality replica watches

Selecting a splendid replica goes beyond a casual purchase it’s a meticulous quest for precision. Knowing what distinguishes high-caliber replicas from the lackluster ones is vital. Here’s what to look for to ensure you’re getting a remarkable counterpart.

1. Material Quality:

High-quality replicas should use genuine materials synonymous with luxury.

Stainless steel: Opt for grade 904L, known for corrosion resistance and strength.

Sapphire crystal: Ensure the watch face is scratch-resistant, offering durability with a refined sheen.

Ceramic: Commonly used in bezels, it provides longevity and fades resistance.

2. Movement Type:

The heartbeat of any watch reflects its true craftsmanship.

Quartz movements represent accuracy and minimal upkeep.

Automatic movements: Seek out ETA or Miyota for performance more akin to that of Swiss watches.

3. Aesthetic Fidelity:

This involves capturing the spirit of the original watch.

Design accuracy: Case dimensions, dial color, and weight should mimic the original.

Engravings and logos: Precision in these details differentiates high-grade replicas.

4. Craftsmanship:

Focus on meticulous finishing to ensure conveyance of luxury.

Polishing and brushing: Consistent finishes on the case and bracelet links.

Bracelet or strap quality: They should feel substantial and smooth, reflecting a tactile luxury.

A keen eye for these attributes allows buyers not only to wear and enjoy but also to appreciate the art involved in producing faithful replicas. These watches are no longer mere emulations but impressive odes to luxury horology.

Desire: top replica watch brands to watch in 2025

In 2025, several brands have emerged as leaders in delivering nearly flawless replica watches, providing enthusiasts with options that epitomize luxury without the high costs. These brands aren’t just replicating; they’re pioneering the future of accessible luxury.

SwissClones

Innovative Technology: Known for utilizing advanced technology, SwissClones produces superclone watches that are a testament to precision and high-quality craftsmanship.

Materials: Their use of materials like 904L stainless steel brings authenticity to the forefront, and with COSC-certified movements, these replicas maintain accuracy synonymous with Swiss quality.

CloneMaster

Focus on Detail: CloneMaster has made its mark by ensuring that every watch component from the dial’s typeface to bezel finish echoes the original models perfectly.

Model Range: With an extensive range mimicking top brands like Audemars Piguet and Patek Philippe, this brand appeals to a wide spectrum of tastes.

Elite Replicas

Variety and Versatility: Known for offering an array of styles and sizes, catering to both classic preferences and those seeking modern flair.

Durability: With a sturdy build, they focus on ensuring long-lasting wear that stands up to everyday use and beyond.

RepTime

Affordable Luxury: Their commitment to budget-friendly prices without compromising on quality makes them a go-to brand for first-time replica buyers.

Ethical Practices: They are one of the few brands focusing on ethical sourcing, resonating with conscious consumers.

The landscape of replica watches has shifted to respect and cater to a discerning clientele. These brands offer not just imitation, but a reverence for the artistry of horology ushering replicas into a domain of appreciation and prestige.

Action: how to spot the best replica watches online

Finding the perfect replica watch online is an art of its own. The market is vast, filled with potential pitfalls, but armed with the right knowledge, you can find diamonds among the rough.

Reputable Sellers:

Research: Engage with sellers boasting established reputations, often indicated by comprehensive customer feedback and industry ratings.

Documentation: Legitimate sellers provide authenticity certificates and warranties, offering peace of mind and credibility.

Detailed Examination:

Typefaces and Engravings: Scrutinize the dial’s typeface for precision matching originals. Authentic watches exhibit sharp engravings, while poorly done replicas may falter here.

Weight: A good replica often carries a substantial weight, indicating quality materials akin to the genuine article.

Branding Accuracy:

Logos and Markings: Ensure logos are perfectly represented genuine designs feature exact replicas of font, size, and spacing that counterfeit items can miss.

Pricing Red Flags:

Too Good Deals: Exercise caution with exceedingly low prices; established luxury brands maintain value, and drastic markdowns may imply a counterfeit purchase.

Platforms to Trust:

Dedicated Watch Forums: Engage with communities that provide authentic feedback and seller recommendations.

Official Channels: Some renowned replica brands sell through secured online portals, confirming safety and reducing risk factors.

The digital age empowers consumers to make informed choices, enabling the discovery of high-quality replica watches that precisely mirror the luxury of originals without the premium cost.

Comparison: best replica watches of 2025 vs. genuine watches

When evaluating replica watches against their genuine counterparts in 2025, the differences can be vastly nuanced yet impactful to the seasoned enthusiast. Each has attributes that either attract cost-conscious buyers or repel purists aiming for authenticity.

Rolex Submariner vs. Replica SubmarinerFeatureGenuine Rolex SubmarinerReplica SubmarinerMaterial Quality904L Stainless SteelPredominantly 904L steelMovement TypeIn-house Rolex movementSwiss automatic ETAPrice$8,000+Around $1,589CraftsmanshipPremium finish, flawlessHigh-quality, but not perfectResale ValueHighNone, typically

Rolex Daytona vs. Replica DaytonaFeatureGenuine Rolex DaytonaReplica Panda DaytonaPrice$15,000+$1,536ChronographHighly preciseSmooth but not exactAuthenticity MarksSharp and detailedGood, but under critical eye misses marksLongevityLong-lastingLess durable long-term

Omega Speedmaster vs. Replica Omega While specifics are less available, Omega’s genuine watches surpass replicas in prestige, movement precision, and build integrity. However, the replica versions offer aesthetically close alternatives at far less financial burden.

Ultimately, the choice is between enduring quality and prestige versus budget-friendly fashion commitment. A replica excels in providing a semblance of luxury, but connoisseurs may find fulfillment only with authenticity.

Grouping: popular types of replica watches for different styles

Each style has a suitable replica watch ready to meet diverse tastes in 2025, from classic designs to adventurous flair in modern timepieces. Selecting a watch that fits both your personality and fashion sense can be a distinction maker.

Diver Watches:

Classic Choice: Rolex Submariner replicas

Key Features: Stainless steel, luminescent dials, and substantial water resistance

Chronographs:

Stylish Example: Replica Rolex Daytona

What to Look For: Precision chronograph function, tachymetric scale on the bezel

Luxury Dress Watches:

Elegant Preference: Replica Patek Philippe Calatrava

Distinctive Traits: Slim casing, minimalistic dial, genuine leather straps

Sporty and Modern:

Contemporary Pick: Replica Audemars Piguet Royal Oak

Components: Edgy design, robust case, integrated bracelets

Each category speaks to specific lifestyles whether the adventurous diver, the sophisticated achiever, or a trendsetting influencer. Finding the right replica requires matching style preferences with function, echoing the ambiance of luxury designs.

Definition: what makes a replica watch worth buying?

Evaluating whether a replica watch is worth adding to your collection depends on the interplay of various factors. Not all replicas are equal, and discovering a worthwhile acquisition requires attention to detail.

Quality and Craftsmanship

Superior Materials: Look for high-grade metals and crystals often outlined in the best replicas.

Artisan Skills: Excellent replicas will reflect expert craftsmanship, from polishing to the finishing touch on the dials.

Cost-Effectiveness

Value Proposition: If it impeccably mirrors the original at a fraction of the cost, it signifies value.

Budget Alignment: Catering to the consumer’s financial reality without compromising style.

Aesthetic Fidelity

Immersive Design: Nearly indistinguishable from originals this is a standout factor in any worthy replica.

Attention to Detail: Their uncanny resemblance provides satisfaction, matching their authentic muse.

Reputation and Reviews

Market Standing: Identifying reliable brands with positive consumer testimonials ensures wise investments.

Retrospective Feedback: Comparing user opinions over time helps validate ongoing quality.

By aligning intrinsic appeal keeping quality, cost, and design at the forefront an educated purchasing decision is in reach. This nuanced view doesn’t equate to genuine, but for many, it offers genuine satisfaction.

Analysis: user reviews and feedback on 2025 replica watches

Consumer insight in 2025 provides a spectrum of experience with replica watches, where personal narratives help shed light on real-world performance. User reviews present both opportunities and challenges apparent in this niche market.

Positive Reception

Authenticity in Appearance: Many consumers express delight at the close visual match replicas have with their genuine counterparts. They admire the accuracy in design, lamenting how difficult it is to distinguish.

Cost Benefits: Cost advantage plays a primary role in favorable feedback. Customers note the enjoyment of owning a luxury icon without burdensome financial strain.

Critical Observations

Durability Concerns: Long-term wear examples vary, and it’s noted some replicas can falter regarding longevity, underlining potential flaws in materials or construction.

Movement Consistency: Replica movements generally receive bifurcated appraisals. Although some provide seamless operation, for others, mechanical reliability remains a drawback.

Purchasing Cautions

Sourcing Missteps: Buyer frustration emerges around finding trustworthy sellers due to prolific counterfeit markets. This enunciates the need for due diligence and investigating reputation before purchase.

Community Insight

Watch Communities: Platforms like forums offer a sanctuary where real users share experiences, creating collective awareness. Insights and real-life anecdotes help others make sound buying decisions, distinguishing between mere imitation and viable alternatives.

Engaging with discussions enables prospective buyers to glean insights beyond mere specifications. Consumer experiences define whether replicas transcended status symbols become endeared pieces of personal style.

FAQs

Are replica watches legal to buy? While it’s legal to purchase replica watches in many countries, selling and producing them can infringe on legal rights, so laws vary by location.

How can I tell if a replica watch is good quality? Check for material quality, accurate movement, detailed engravings, and ensure it comes from a reputable source with positive reviews.

Do replicas have resale value? Most replicas lack resale value mainly because they aren’t genuine luxury watches which maintain intrinsic and market value.

Will a replica damage easily? Higher-quality replicas tend to have better durability, but generally, they are less robust than their genuine counterparts.

Why do some replicas cost so much? Higher-end replicas use advanced materials and craftsmanship almost mirroring genuine watches, which can raise production costs.

Key Takeaways

Replica watches offer affordable luxury with precision aesthetics and style.

Quality materials and reliable movements are vital for worthwhile replicas.

Trusted sources and consumer reviews play a critical role in purchasing decisions.

Top brands like SwissClones and CloneMaster lead the industry with near-perfect designs.

Understanding personal style preferences aids in selecting the right replica watch.

Conclusion

Navigating the intricate world of replica watches in 2025 unveils an unexpected layer of the luxury market where high-quality craftsmanship and affordability coexist. As prices for genuine luxury watches, like Rolex and Omega, soar, replicas continue to gain traction among style-conscious yet budget-savvy individuals. High-end replicas can provide a comparably elegant (though less genuine) embodiment of time-tested brands from polished outer designs to well-designed internal movements. The decision to invest in a replica rests on a delicate balance: weighing the aesthetic appeal and cost benefits against the authenticity and longevity natives to luxury originals. As enthusiasm and demand grow, consumers are empowered by knowledge and insight to embrace this evolving market, choosing timepieces that strike an inspired harmony between appearance and access.

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- So, tell me about your dream..

- My dream?

I want to live in a cozy house with big windows that protect me from the world but still let me watch it, and every morning the golden light of sun drips on the curtains and makes me feel warm inside and out.. To stare at the clouds everyday just to remind myself that everything changes and life goes on.. To wake up someday with a heart free of pain, a mind free of worries and eyes free of tears, and to write positive thoughts in my diary instead of writing sad words and depressing feelings.. I want my future home to be filled with books, flowers, plants, fairy-lights, candles and aesthetic vintage things, with my favorite melodies and music playing in the background all day long.. To make a "escape from reality" corner and run to it when things get hard, to have calm days, and quiet nights.. to own a place I can call "Home .. Sweet Home".. To stop thinking about who left me, and forget all the painful memories to start focusing on myself, only myself.. And one day, to look at the night sky with happy eyes and see the stars shining brighter than ever, to feel that warmth in the cold days, covered by my blankets, while listening to the sound of rain.. To work in a job that suits me, to travel to all the countries I wished for my whole life, to see new places and go to many different adventures then, get back to my home and write notes about those exciting moments.. I want the air to smell like a delicate mixture of baking, vanilla and coffee, while I'm reading a book, to sit in the balcony and talk about life, movies, shows and everything with my bestfriend, the moon.. I just want the peace of having my own safe space in this world, to be exactly as I imagine..

- Taken from anonymous source

21.03.2025

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Budget-Friendly Tips to Refresh Your Living Room

Refreshing your living room doesn’t have to break the bank. With a little creativity and smart planning, you can give your space a whole new look without spending a fortune. Whether you’re aiming for a cozy vibe or a modern aesthetic, these budget-friendly tips will help you transform your living room effortlessly. And if you’re looking for a professional touch, Stonespire Architects –interior design company in Bangalore can bring your vision to life.

1. Rearrange Your Furniture

One of the easiest (and free!) ways to refresh your living room is by rearranging the furniture. Shift your sofa, reposition chairs, or even swap pieces between rooms to create a new layout. This simple trick can make your space feel brand new without costing a penny.

2. Add a Splash of Color

A fresh coat of paint can work wonders. Choose light, airy colors for a spacious feel, or go bold with an accent wall for a striking change. If painting the entire room isn’t in the budget, consider peel-and-stick wallpaper or wall decals for a similar effect.

3. Update Your Soft Furnishings

Cushions, throws, and curtains can instantly change the vibe of a room. Swap out heavy, dark fabrics for lighter ones in vibrant colors or soft neutrals. This small update can make a big impact on the overall aesthetic.

4. Bring Nature Indoors

Houseplants are an affordable way to breathe life into your living room. From small succulents to larger potted plants, greenery adds a refreshing, natural touch. Bonus: they help improve air quality too!

5. Create a Gallery Wall

Personalize your space with a gallery wall. Mix and match art prints, family photos, or even DIY artwork for a curated look. Thrift stores and online marketplaces are great spots to find budget-friendly frames.

6. Upgrade Your Lighting

Lighting can dramatically change the mood of a room. Swap out old lampshades, add a statement floor lamp, or string up some fairy lights for a warm, inviting glow. Smart bulbs that let you adjust color and brightness are an affordable, modern upgrade too.

7. Incorporate Statement Pieces

One bold statement piece — like a decorative mirror, an eye-catching rug, or a unique coffee table — can become the focal point of the room. You don’t need a complete overhaul when one standout item can shift the entire feel of the space.

8. Declutter and Style Your Shelves

Sometimes, less is more. Declutter your living room and thoughtfully arrange books, candles, vases, and other decor pieces. Open shelves can become a styled display rather than a cluttered corner.

9. DIY Decor Projects

Get creative with DIY projects. From repurposing old furniture to crafting your own wall art, there are endless ways to add a personal, budget-friendly touch to your living room.

10. Refresh Your Flooring

If new flooring isn’t an option, a large, stylish area rug can instantly uplift the space. Look for affordable options that complement your room’s color scheme and style.

Refreshing your living room on a budget is all about smart choices and creativity. Whether you’re making small tweaks or tackling bigger projects, these tips can help you achieve a stunning transformation. And when you’re ready to take your interiors to the next level, Stonespire Architects – best home interiors in Bangalore is here to turn your dream living room into reality.

[sha-thoughts]

- So, tell me about your dream ..

- My dream?

I want to live in a cozy house with big windows that protect me from the world but still let me watch it, and every morning the golden light of sun drips on the curtains and makes me feel warm inside and out.

To stare at the clouds everyday just to remind myself that everything changes and life goes on.

To wake up someday with a heart free of pain, a mind free of worries and eyes free of tears, and to write positive thoughts in my diary instead of writing sad words and depressing feelings.

I want my future home to be filled with books, flowers, plants, fairy-lights, candles and aesthetic vintage things, with my favorite melodies and music playing in the background all day long.

To make a "escape from reality" corner and run to it when things get hard, to have calm days, and quiet nights.. to own a place I can call "Home .. Sweet Home".

To stop thinking about who left me, and forget all the painful memories to start focusing on myself, only myself.

And one day, to look at the night sky with happy eyes and see the stars shining brighter than ever, to feel that warmth in the cold days, covered by my blankets, while listening to the sound of rain.

To work in a job that suits me, to travel to all the countries I wished for my whole life, to see new places and go to many different adventures then, get back to my home and write notes about those exciting moments.

I want the air to smell like a delicate mixture of baking, vanilla and coffee, while I'm reading a book, to sit in the balcony and talk about life, movies, shows and everything with my bestfriend, the moon.

I just want the peace of having my own safe space in this world, to be exactly as I imagine.

[magicalpoetrybeliever]

From Dull to Dazzling: The Magic of Roof Painting

Introduction

When you think about home improvement, the roof might not be the first thing that comes to mind. Yet, giving your roof a fresh coat of paint can transform not just its appearance but also its longevity and energy efficiency. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore how roof painting works, why roofing company it’s essential, and how to choose the right roofer or roofing company for the job. Get ready for an eye-opening journey from dull to dazzling!

From Dull to Dazzling: The Magic of Roof Painting

Roof painting isn’t just about aesthetics; it’s a vital component of roof maintenance and repair. Imagine looking up at your home and seeing a vibrant, well-kept roof instead of a worn-out, peeling surface. That’s not just a dream—it can be your reality! Roof painting can rejuvenate your home’s exterior while preventing water damage and extending the lifespan of your roofing materials.

Why Paint Your Roof? 1. Aesthetic Appeal

Let’s face it—nobody likes a drab-looking house. A freshly painted roof can dramatically enhance curb appeal. Whether you’re planning to sell or simply want your home to shine, roof painting is an excellent investment.

2. Protection Against Elements

Roofs endure harsh weather conditions like rain, snow, UV rays, and even hail. A quality paint job forms a protective layer that shields against these elements.

3. Energy Efficiency

Did you know that lighter-colored roofs reflect sunlight? This means lower energy bills during the hot summer months! By choosing reflective paint options, you could save big on air conditioning costs.

4. Extending Roof Life

A well-painted roof doesn’t just look good; it also helps in extending the lifespan of roofing materials. It acts as a barrier against moisture infiltration and UV degradation.

Choosing the Right Roofer for Your Project

So you're convinced about painting your roof—great! But how do you find the right professional for this crucial task? Let's break down what you need to consider when searching for "roofer near me."

1. Experience Matters

You wouldn’t want someone who just learned to ride a bike painting your roof now would you? Look for experienced roofers who have a portfolio showcasing previous work.

2. Reviews and Recommendations

Check online reviews, ask friends or family for referrals, or consult Check out the post right here local community groups on social media platforms.

3. Licensing and Insurance

Ensure your chosen roofing company is licensed and insured. This protects both parties in case something goes awry.

4. Estimates and Contracts

Get multiple quotes before settling on one roofer or roofing company. Make sure all details are outlined in a contract—including cost breakdowns and timelines.

What Types of Roof Paint Exist?

Not all paints are created equal! Here’s what you should know about different types of roof paint available in the market:

1. Acrylic Paints

Acrylic paints are popular due to their durability and flexibility—perfect for roofs that expand and contract with temperature changes!

2. Elastomeric Coatings