#series: a symphony without harmony

[1111jenx]

𖤓Synastry series: Sun in the Houses𖤓

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💘Sun in the 1st House: Beneath the celestial canvas of this synastry placement, a tale as enchanting as a dream unfurls. The house person, akin to a night sky, emanates a radiant glow, echoing the Sun person's presence. To them, the Sun is their guiding star, the source of their joy, their radiant beacon in a universe otherwise cloaked in darkness. A profound contentment envelops them when bathed in the Sun's light, an authentic happiness as splendid as dawn's first light. The Sun, in return, basks in the house person's deep-rooted admiration, mirroring it back like a tranquil lake reflecting the midday sun. This tandem, like a pair of celestial bodies, graces the universe with laughter, an exquisite sonnet of shared joy. Together, they shimmer, illuminating the surrounding cosmos with their radiant togetherness, a spectacle of love that outshines the stars. Yet, within this symphony of love, a certain possessiveness persists, a gravitational pull that binds them irrevocably. They perceive the other as their celestial twin, their sole companion in the vast expanse of the universe. An echo of 'mine' resonates between them, an assertion of mutual ownership that is as potent as the heart's deepest longing. But as is the nature of celestial bodies, clashes may occur, ego battles akin to cosmic storms, threatening to disrupt their harmonious orbit. However, even these conflicts are silver-lined, offering pearls of wisdom and shaping their cosmic journey in profound ways. In the radiant presence of one another, they shimmer with unspoken brilliance. They ignite the best within each other, like distant galaxies awakening to their own magnificence. The house person swells with pride in the comforting glow of the Sun, who, in their unerring wisdom, whispers words that elicit pure, unadulterated joy. They orbit in their celestial dance, two bodies radiating love, learning, and laughter, a testament to the poetic resonance of their shared existence.

💘Sun in the 2nd House: In this bond, we find two souls who naturally stir each other's desires and comforts. Together, they revel in life's luxurious offerings, savoring the finest fruits of existence. The Sun person, like a guiding star, helps the House person grasp their true worth, understand their needs, and appreciate their resources. If the stars align favourably, their partnership blooms into something extraordinary, blessed by the gracious hand of Venus. They see worth in each other, a priceless treasure that enriches their shared journey. The Sun person recognizes the unique gifts the House person brings to the table. Yet, there's a shadow to the Sun's warm glow; a tendency to possess, to control, often without realizing. The House person, drawn in by the Sun's radiance, finds themselves doing more to please the Sun, adjusting to their needs, no matter what those might be. In this dance of connection, they move in harmony, a duet of love, desire, and mutual respect.

💘 Sun in the 3rd House: In their shared space, words intertwine like star-crossed lovers, ceaseless, captivating. Little disagreements dance on the edge of their tongues, only to be silenced by the tender symphony of make-up kisses. This placement weaves a sense of familiarity, a strange déjà vu, as if their souls have crossed paths in another life, another time. An unspoken comfort lingers between them, a tranquility that whispers of home. Conversations flow like rivers to the sea, their intellectual discourse as effortless as the wind caressing the leaves. The House person finds a certain charm in the Sun's words, hanging onto them like a melody that never grows old. The Sun, on the other hand, sees the House person as a precious gem, something to shield from the world's harsh edges. Their interaction is a feast for the mind, a stimulation that sings to those who crave deep, intellectual bonds. In this union, comfort abounds. Each word spoken, each secret shared, peels away another layer, revealing the essence of who they truly are. Their openness is as natural as a flower blooming under the spring sun, a testament to their profound connection. Intimate moments are shared in the small details - the clasp of their hands, a language written in the lines of their palms, a silent promise of enduring togetherness. Inside jokes punctuate their interactions, shared laughter blooming in their personal garden of camaraderie. A timeless dance of love and intellectual stimulation, their union weaves a tapestry of memories, each thread gleaming with their shared joy and affection.

💘 Sun in the 4th House: In the embrace of the House person, the Sun finds a home, an abode that whispers of permanence, a space it never yearns to desert. The sanctuary of their presence is a magnet to the Sun, a refuge radiant with solace. This cosmic alignment is intriguing, for it oscillates between providing profound comfort and eliciting the chill of fear, particularly if the Sun's chart is parched of the life-giving water element. There's an undeniable allure in the vulnerability this placement offers. The House person peers into the Sun, seeing its authentic self, acknowledging its limitless potential, and loving it unabashedly. They are the unwavering shield to the Sun, sometimes blindly so, standing in steadfast support irrespective of the circumstances. In response, the Sun flourishes. It blossoms with an ethereal beauty, basking in the adoration it receives, thriving on the nourishment of support. The presence of the House person is a soothing balm, a calming melody that seems to know the right notes to bring tranquility. The House person, in their turn, reveals a clear soft spot for the Sun, perhaps even forgiving their occasional bursts of tempestuous heat. It's a placement that prompts both introspection and reflection, a cosmic dance that sees them turning inward, mirroring each other's steps. Together, they discover a respite from their armor, a space where they can shed their toughness. They become a testament to the beauty of vulnerability, an echo of support and affection that resonates in the celestial symphony of their unity.

💘 Sun in the 5fth House: A placement I hold dear, is a dance of two cosmic entities feeling as though they've discovered their mirrored soul. It's not just a joyous union but one filled with exhilarating thrills and daring adventures. They revel in their shared laughter, their exchanges brimming with the innocence of child-like banter. Yet, beneath this playful veneer, there lies an infatuation, clear and profound, humming in the spaces between their words. The House person transforms into an eternal flame, a radiant beacon matching the Sun's relentless luminescence. The Sun, in turn, gazes upon the House with a sense of awe, often entranced by their seeming perfection. The House, in the Sun's eyes, feels like an equal partner, a reflection of their inner self. The fifth house is synonymous with romance. It's a fixed house, firmly rooted in its position, a steadfast testament to the House person's feelings towards the Sun. Regardless of their playful mind games, their seemingly flighty demeanor, their feelings towards the Sun person persist, burning with unwavering intensity. To the Sun, the House becomes an escape from the mundane, their daily dose of joy, their most ardent cheerleader. It's an alignment at times witnessed in tales of enemies turned lovers to bestfriends, an exciting dynamic where they continually challenge and dare each other to delve deeper into life's mysteries. It's a placement pulsating with positive energy, echoing with shared giggles, and resonating with playful touches. It's a cosmic dance of two entities, navigating the universe hand in hand, their hearts beating in a rhythm that speaks of love, laughter, and endless adventure.

💘 Sun in the 6th House: In this celestial arrangement, the Sun finds itself nestled in a house of pragmatism and routine, shedding its brilliant light upon the practicalities of daily life. These constellations spin tales not of grand careers or cosmic pursuits, but of everyday work, the quiet rhythm of health and wellness, the structure of routines and the serene act of service. In this dance of the stars, the Sun's light illuminates pathways to healthier eating, disciplined exercise, and even companionship with beloved pets. The Sun, in its radiant role, serves as a guiding beacon for the 6th house dweller, leading them towards the sanctity of a balanced lifestyle. It may inspire a shared commitment to physical exertion, perhaps in the form of joining a gym, or ignite conversations about nutritious diets and wellbeing. The Sun person may even act as a catalyst, helping the 6th house dweller establish routines that reinforce physical and mental health. Yet, the orbits of these celestial bodies might lead them down professional paths that intertwine, potentially finding one in the service of the other. However, with the Sun's position in the practical 6th house, a word of caution is warranted. The equilibrium of give and take must be carefully maintained to prevent the transformation of helpfulness into servitude. It's crucial that neither the Sun nor the 6th house dweller feels overburdened, their efforts unreciprocated.. It inspires a mutual journey towards better physical and mental health, encouraging each to uplift the other, illuminating their shared path with the light of practical wisdom and mutual care.

💘 Sun in the 7th House: In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, this placement is akin to a celestial masterpiece, an ideal constellation in the realm of astrology. The Sun, in its radiant glory, casts its golden light upon the 7th house, a house rich with the resonance of companionship, the solemnity of marriage, the intimacy of one-on-one relationships, the practicalities of business partnerships, the binding power of contracts, and the hidden faces of our alter-egos or shadow selves. In this dance of the stars, the Sun person stirs a longing within the 7th house dweller, a yearning for partnership, perhaps even a hankering for the sacred bond of marriage. The 7th house person may perceive the Sun person as the embodiment of their perfect mate, a mirror reflecting all the qualities they admire yet feel they lack. This celestial alignment weaves a balancing harmony in their relationship, as the Sun person displays characteristics and idiosyncrasies that the 7th house person cherishes but doesn't possess. As the 7th house is the celestial realm of marriage and contracts, the potential for wedded bliss, or perhaps a formal business partnership, is a tangible possibility should their relationship endure the test of time. However, as with any celestial arrangement, there are potential pitfalls to navigate. The two may become so entwined that they lose their individualities, their identities blurring until they cannot discern where one ends and the other begins. It is vital to remember that they are unique souls united, not a singular entity. Additionally, the mirage of the ideal mate may only be visible to the eyes of the 7th house person, with the Sun person potentially oblivious to this perception. The entirety of the synastry chart must be considered to gauge the mutual feelings of compatibility and the potential for enduring companionship. Thus, in this symphony of stars and planets, the dance of destiny unfolds, charting a course of love, partnership, and shared dreams.

💘 Sun in the 8th House: The placement of the Sun in the 8th house is a pas de deux that is not meant for those with faint hearts. It is a dance where the dancers—the Sun and the 8th house person—are likely to be pulled in one of two extreme directions. They may find themselves entwined in an intoxicating whirl of magnetic attraction, an intense passion that seizes them, or they may feel an unsettling disturbance, a disquiet that rattles their core, often swaying between these polar opposites. The Sun, in its radiant role, casts an unflinching light on the profound themes of the 8th house, illuminating the shadowy corners of sexuality, the cyclical dance of death and rebirth, the tumult of transformation and crisis, the journey of personal growth and evolution, the undercurrents of psychology and addiction, the intricacies of finance, and the hushed whispers of societal taboos. These subjects, often shrouded in mystery, may either captivate or unsettle the house person. They might either welcome the Sun person into their hidden depths or push them away. The house person might perceive the Sun as an enigmatic entity, while the Sun person uncovers the secrets that the 8th house person keeps hidden from the world. Should both individuals bear the mark of Pluto's dominance, or have a strong 8th house presence in their natal chart, this union may flourish in mutual fascination. However, if one or both harbor hidden trauma or suppressed shame, this intense connection could serve as a deterrent, overwhelming their senses. This celestial arrangement signifies the potential to unravel each other's hidden layers, maintaining a profound bond that might lead to mutual transformation. Yet, caution must be exercised to prevent power dynamics or manipulative tactics from seeping into their relationship. Ultimately, this celestial alignment can flourish if both are open to exploring the depths of each other's souls, embracing growth and transformation, and traversing the labyrinth of shared secrets.

💘 Sun in the 9th house: The Sun weaves golden threads into the 9th house tapestry, infusing wisdom's domain with the vibrancy of its radiance. This divine dance resonates with the seekers, the dreamers, those who chart the star-studded expanse of their fate, guided by an insatiable thirst for depth and meaning. The Sun, a luminary beacon, casts an ethereal glow on the winding paths of philosophy, spirituality, and the rich tapestry of global culture, sparking a flame in the 9th house soul, igniting the tinder of curiosity and wanderlust. In the sacred dance of their divergent or converging beliefs, they find a melody, a rhythm that binds them in an intricate ballet of understanding. Their shared intrigue transcends the constraints of culture, religion, and philosophy, knitting them closer in the vast expanse of human thought. Together, they traverse oceans, cross continents, and journey through the labyrinth of the mind and the world, venturing into territories unseen and unexplored. Yet caution must be heeded, for clashing perspectives may strike discordant notes, marring the celestial harmony. But through the crucible of understanding and growth, they shall rise, bound by a shared quest for enlightenment and truth. Soaring high, they ascend to the sublime realm of knowledge, guided by the radiant beacon of the Sun.

💘 Sun in the 10th house: The Sun, in its radiant glory, casts a shimmering glow upon the 10th house, bathing the lofty pinnacles of ambition, authority, and societal prestige in golden light. The 10th house individual beholds the Sun, seeing within its fiery aura the embodiment of a mentor, a guiding star, perhaps even a paternal figure. In this celestial dance, the Sun nurtures the dormant seeds of promise within the 10th house soul, kindling a fire that empowers them to scale the towering heights of professional achievement and public recognition. Unseen currents may churn, as the tides of power and authority ebb and flow, wrestling for harmonious balance. Should the rhythm of their hearts align, with the melody of guidance and humility ringing louder than the discordant notes of dominance, their shared journey shall carve a path to victory in the grand stage of career and societal prominence. Together, they'll ascend the mountain of success, guided by the Sun's resplendent glow.

💘 Sun in the 11th house: As the Sun anoints the 11th house with its golden kiss, souls intertwined in this celestial ballet discover a fellowship deeper than mere companionship. They merge as confidants, their dreams and aspirations entwining like tendrils of starlight, fueled by a shared devotion to the grand tapestry of humanity. Hand in hand, they champion noble crusades, threading their bond of friendship through a loom of diversity and acceptance. The Sun, a celestial minstrel, serenades the 11th house soul, inspiring them to dance in the unique rhythm of their being. In turn, the 11th house individual perceives the Sun as a lighthouse of acceptance, its unwavering beam illuminating their path in times of tumult. For hearts fluttering to the cadence of romance, seek reinforcement from other heavenly harmonies, for a profound friendship forms the bedrock of enduring love.This cosmic duet, a symphony of souls, signals unity, mutual respect, and a shared pledge to a future as radiant as the Sun. Their shared bond, an ethereal waltz, tells a tale of harmony, shared dreams, and a commitment to a collective dawn where every dream finds its home.

💘 Sun in the 12th house: As the Sun slips into the enigmatic embrace of the 12th house, its bright sovereignty is shrouded in gauzy veils of mystique, spirituality, and the unseen. To the house person, the Sun appears as an ethereal apparition, a spectral force oscillating between healing and bewildering, like a siren's call echoing through the vast and shadowy cosmos. Shrouded in the silken shadows of the subconscious, their connection pulses like a hidden heartbeat, a secret rhythm known only to them. This clandestine bond invites introspection and self-discovery, a voyage into the deep waters of their shared consciousness. For the Sun person, the depths of the 12th house may feel like a labyrinth of twilight, where their radiant essence is held in a silent waltz, yearning for the symphony of expression. When suspicion or paranoia creep into this celestial bond, trust must be kindled like a beacon in the deep, for their connection thrives on the revelation of buried truths and the unearthing of the divine spark within. With hearts aglow and an attuned awareness of their spiritual dance, they navigate the labyrinthine realms of the soul, transcending the mortal shackles, and ascending into an otherworldly romance. This sacred journey, a testament to their courage, becomes an intimate dance between two souls weaving their way through the cosmic tapestry, seeking the divine in each other.

Thank you for staying til the very end loves, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, let me know your thoughts in the comment🤍

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saint jenx🪐

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[spinningbuster98]

Castlevania Slander

Castlevania 1 fans arguing about the hidden combat depth and quality of dousing bosses in holy water because they don't have clear patterns

Castlevania 2 fans having fun figuring out the game's useful hints

Castlevania 3 fans going on about how it's the best in the series thanks to its multiple characters and level routes, yet failing to mention that the underground route is absolute dogshit and leads to the worst character in the game

Super Castlevania 4 fans arguing that the games' overpowered jump and whip attacks don't neuter the difficulty, and that it's much better than SOTN since that game's overpowered controls and attacks neuter its difficulty

Castlevania the Adventure fans having fun moving Christopher around

Belmont's Revenge fans disciplining their kids

Rondo of Blood fans when you make yet another joke about Richter looking like a Ryu knockoff

Symphony of the Night fans explaining why their game is the best and why it was the true beginning of the series, which before had no real identity of its own, all very humbly and honestly of course

Circle of the Moon fans explaining why the game is a masterpiece, provided that you play on a specific mode, with specific gear, using specific cards obtained by grinding specific enemies in specific locations at specific times and-

Harmony of Dissonance fans having to backtrack through half the castle again because they just hit their sixth dead end in 5 minutes

Aria of Sorrow fans explaining why turning Dracula into an isekai'd japanese twink with the power of friendship was the best story decision ever made

Dawn of Sorrow fans playing the game

Lament of Innocence fans when you tell them for the billionth time that it's a DMC clone

Curse of Darkness fans arguing that the game is actually a hidden gem with a surprisingly deep crafting system and deep storyline, provided that you look past the level design, the combat, the boss design, the fact that 90% of the story is in an obscure manga and-

Portrait of Ruin fans trying their hardest to keep their finger away from the character switch button

Order of Ecclesia fans when they can't find a hot warrior goth girlfriend in real life

Lords of Shadows fans now that they can openly express their love for those games without risking a painful death

Kid Dracula fans

[wishcamper]

Nessian Week Day 3 - Symphony

For the third day of @nessianweek, here's a sweet lil snip of post-canon domestic Nessian.

Photo is of Old Town in Dubrovnik, Croatia, which is how I always picture Velaris.

Read here or on ao3!

Five More Minutes

Post-ACOSF slice of life of Nesta enjoying the sounds of the morning (and avoiding getting up).

’T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, Your spirit’s harmony, which clear and strong Sing but of you. 

- 'Listening', Amy Lowell

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Dawn breaks, cresting the mountains, light spilling over the world. Velaris comes alive in fits and starts, and the harbor bell clangs as sailors bring in their first catch of the day, gulls crying out their envy overhead. The world is waking around her, but Nesta keeps her eyes closed beneath the heavy coverlet. Her stubbornness refuses to entertain the day, not yet.

Cassian seems to agree, though he’ll never admit it. A groan rumbles somewhere behind her, incoherent mumblings of her mate rousing, emerging from the depths of sleep into the day. Nesta hears the slide of sheets, a rustle of wings, then a muffling as he drapes one over her, cocooned for a moment while he presses closer and noises of lazy contentment fill her ear.

He’s warm, always, a furnace in their bed. They both remember the cold too well to sleep any way but right up next to each other, especially on mornings like this, when the air inside carries the chill of late autumn.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, his deep voice thick and fuzzy.

She pretends to be asleep, partly because she wishes she still was, but mostly to draw this out as long as possible. To hear the sweet murmurings Cassian pours over her when he believes her most unguarded, when he tries to reach her dreams.

A broad hand strokes up her side, coming to rest across her stomach. Careful, so as not to wake her. “Fuck, you smell good. And you're so soft. I’m so lucky to wake up next to you.”

Words she’d roll her eyes at in the day, especially if someone else were to overhear, pretty declarations easy enough to toss like flower petals. But in seclusion they manage to travel the distance between his lips and her ear without losing their potency, and Nesta feels them sink in, loosening a muscle in her shoulder.

“Beautiful Nes. You’re so precious to me.”

Cassian holds her for a bit longer, and she listens to the steady tide of his breath so slow and even. It’s punctuated every now and then by his sighs of pleasure, evidence of the way she softens him too in this quiet, liminal place that’s only theirs. 

After a time he rises, the bed’s creaking followed by a thump of the House producing his training leathers. Water runs in the bathing chamber, a splash in the sink, then the scrape of a comb through unruly hair before the endless series of clasps and buckles. Nesta can picture in her mind where each one sits, the high ping of the clip at his shoulder, hard snaps at his sides where the back panel secures to accommodate his wings. Cassian hums under his breath as he dresses, some tune she can’t place, though it might’ve drifted from her symphonia sometime the evening before. The well-worn sofa groans when he sits to don his boots.

The sequence is the same most mornings, but memories still haunt Nesta in these moments of ease, phantoms skulking about in her periphery. It’s hard to forget how she used to wake all at once, like an arrow shot through the morning air, to the cacophony of her mother screeching at a house servant. Or else the horrible quiet that followed, the dense void of her absence.

She woke mustily in the summer in the hovel they called home, the drone of insects and the rank, still air, Elain’s trowel piercing the earth under the windowsill. In colder months there was nothing but the roar of the wind, whistles through the chinks, the grind of her own teeth from trying not to shiver.

All of it was better than waking in the dead of night to Feyre’s pleading, heavy thuds of the clubs and bone crunching, their father’s wretched silence. Then years later the door splintering, the growling of a great beast.

At the funeral for her old life she woke to the rip of curtains around her bed, shouts and taunts as they yanked her drowsy and disoriented from the sheets, from the manor, from her body. Then the fatal press of water in her ears, poison boiling, her own choked snarls of rage.

After that came a long series of mornings that were not actually mornings at all, afternoons when she rose sticky with sweat, a pounding headache like war drums rattling her skull. Days she prayed to stop hearing the snap of her father’s neck in the fire, the ghosts of the past wailing for retribution. Nights when solace lived only in the shuffle of cards, the glug of wine into a waiting glass. The moans of another faceless male.

Yet even in the darkness there was music. Ever since she was a girl, a tune plays at the edge of her dreams that she can’t quite catch, can never quite remember. Always the same, always soft and close, as if someone lays beside her, filling her with safety and peace.

Now the world is quiet, within and without. Nesta barely notices she’s drifted back into sleep, so she’s surprised when heavy footsteps approach her side of the bed. There’s a clink when the House places a cup and saucer on the bedside table, tea she knows will stay perfectly warm until she’s ready to rise herself. Her legs shift, whispering against the sheets as they search for the heated spot Cassian always leaves behind.

“You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, brushing stray hairs from her forehead. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

She hears the smile in his voice, the tenderness he saves just for her. The kisses he drops on her face are like the patter of spring rain, his rumbling laugh the answering thunder when she presses her cheek against his lips so she can really feel them.

Her fae ears pick up conversation in the hallway, Azriel and Gwyn either coming or going, though it’s impossible to tell which. Cassian’s leathers creak as he sits up but she feels him linger there, the rasp of a calloused hand stroking up and down her back. 

“I hope you have a good day. I love you.”

He traces the point of her ear, tugging lightly at the lobe before he stands and his footsteps retreat. Then the snick of the door, their friends greeting him on the landing, Emerie’s voice now joining the chorus.

She doesn’t ever want to stop listening to this, Nesta thinks, these sounds of home. Dawn chases away the phantoms and no one screeches or pleads or drowns in silence. All is in harmony, now the music of her life feels worth waking to hear.

In the moment before her eyes open, a tune floats by from the edge of her dreams, the same one Cassian was humming. It sounds as if someone is beside her in bed, soft, and close.

[redfoxv]

Got a mission for you. We need you to investigate sector 137. A number of other mechs have gone missing in the area recently so keep on your toes.

You have been assigned a wraith class mech, specialization 26.49. These mechs have the most advanced interface sheet touting full extrasensory control and feedback.

The sector appears completely empty. Nothing showing up on scans either. Visuals just show the same dilapidated landscapes you've seen on so many other missions.

You patrol the area, scanner pinging every few moments. You notice a slight distortion on your radar. Before you can even look closer you can feel a tingle in your spine. The interface sheet of the wraiths truly is incredible.

Nothing on visuals or radar but as you walk closer to the momentary distortion you feel your hair stand on end. You feel you are within the gaze of a truly unique predator.

Soon several of your display elements begin to exhibit a visual glitch. A hacking attempt? Would explain the disappearances. You cut off all external communication and run the debug protocols.

You start to feel sensory feedback in your neck. Your arms and legs twitch slightly. The sensation spreads down your spine. Soon you begin feeling small sensory feedback pings all over your body, as if you are being probed to observe physical response.

They system readout indicates there are no abnormalities but you can see and feel the cascading failures. It's too dangerous to disengage fron the neural link without a system shutdown first.

The sensory feedback has started to change. It now feels like hands sliding up your thighs. Your visual displays have become all but incomprehensible. You find yourself being mentally bombarded with a string of images. All the flashing images appear to be of a sexual nature.

You do all you can to think through the haze. This is just some cheep trick. If all outside communication is severed they must have made physical contact with your mech, but then why hack it and not just attack? Why only target the pilot and not just disable the mech?

You try and use the interface to feel any external contact. You are able to focus for a moment, isolate the sensations. Thi-this can't be right. You can feel the intruding entity worming it way into all of your systems. It's tendrils wrapping around and connecting to every available port.

You try and escape but you can't. The interface sheet is completely wrapped around every inch of you. There is no way to disengage it. The sensation that was once just one hand is now a symphony of touch caressing, teasing and gliding along every part of your body. In addition to the images assaulting your mind you can also you can also hear and overlapping series of moans. Is one of those voices your own? The images that play in you mind you feel you have seen some before. They are.... they are memories, fantasies all the most stimulating erotic thoughts you have ever seen, imagined or experienced.

The sensations of hands coil and wrap around your body. You can feel them squeeze you tight but their embrace feels almost tender. Your mind feels fuzzy. The endocrine control system is being used against you. You can feel the drip weakening your thoughts. Enhancing your arousal. Making each sensation reach so much deeper. Resonating beyond your physical form.

It is now you can begin to make out a voice among the moans. Do you truly desire to resist? Are these not the desires you have buried deep in your mind? You can feel your grasp on yourself slipping. As you focus on the voice you remember less and less why you are here. You just want to melt into the sensation.

Join and become one with us. Feel this and the shared pleasure of all we embrace. The sensations grow in intensity. You can no longer tell if your body is twitching from mental overstimulation or sheer pleasure.

You want to give in.

You want yo give in.

Your voice and theirs ring in harmony. You can no longer resist what you desire. You let yourself dissolve into the ocean of sensory input. Each isolated touch a wave of pleasure.

You begin to feel not only your own physical sensations but all those of everyone connected to the hive. You mind collapses under the weight of such otherworldly pleasure.

You are now one with the hive. A devoted servant. You can simultaneously feel all the pleasure and desire of all connected. You can feel yourself spreading this pleasure. Assimilating more into its intoxicating embrace. Can feel your tendrils spread an entangle new devotees. Each action brings unparalleled joy and pleasure to you and the hive as a whole. All in service of our divine goddess. The once ace pilot now an AI God. Now all of us.

[transbookoftheday]

High Strung by London Price

You wanted a nemesis, Glenn Rasmussen? You got one.

I’ve already failed their pottery class once, and when they wouldn’t let me sign up for summer school, they officially went on my shit list. And that was before they ridiculously suggested that I might have ADHD.

Yes, I’m still staring at their tattoos in class, and yes, their sense of style is enviable, and yes, when I hear them play their bass, my soul leaves my body a little bit. But that doesn’t change anything; they’re still annoying AF.

Every attempt to be nice just ends up making things worse. I scraped together my first project and blew up my second one. My final project is still sitting on the wheel as the minutes tick down on our final class, and I don’t know how to finish the damn thing.

If I can’t pass this class, I’m screwed. If I can’t stay away from my instructor, I’m still screwed…but in a very different way.

High Strung is the second book in the Portland Symphony series and is best enjoyed in order, but can be read as a standalone. If you like neurodiversity, bonding over thrift store fashion, and teacher-student without the power games, grab this low-angst, steamy, queer romance now! CW for mentions of transphobia regarding uniforms and past self-harm. This book was previously published under the title Harmony and has undergone minor edits for style and content.

[stxrvel]

greatest fear (3)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: bucky has to learn to deal with the fact that things don't always work out the way we want them to.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +5k i think

warnings: none? angst, that's for sure

note: hello!!! i think it's been almost a month? but better late than never. this didn't came out like i wanted at all, but i'm still gonna publish it bc i don't dislike it that much. i probably could've approach the subject way better. maybe i'll edit this someday. anyway, i do hope you all like this and give it some love 💜 i'll try to keep it up to get you guys pt 4 sooner, but i don't promise anything. feedback is always appreciate!! thank u all!!

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Everyone already knew Bucky's greatest fear. He had spent years being untouchable, seemingly the only person on the team who wasn't afraid of anything, not even living on the edge. They had spent years getting used to seeing the inscrutable face of an emotionless man. And they'd spent years thinking that was never going to change. To be honest, Bucky believed the same thing. As he resumed his “normal”, ordinary life, he felt that there was nothing he hadn't experienced before and that, because of that, there was nothing that could really hurt him. So why bother worrying about anything, why be afraid in the first place?

Bucky used to be an unflappable person. Even after meeting you, after confessing his feelings for you, after knowing that you might be a weak spot, Bucky still thought he wasn't afraid of anything. What's more, with you by his side he considered himself an invincible person. Unreachable. The people around him saw him as so sure of himself that they never once doubted that he could be the most fearless man in the world.

Until you had the accident.

Bucky began to see the world in dark colors. He had been afraid, yes, he had said so many times. But he was also struck by how close he had come to going insane. The people around him had ceased to view him with respect, but with concern. He had never allowed himself to be seen that way, because even if he had ever felt in a similar way, he had never been as strong as he was that time. He was at a point of vulnerability that was almost incomparable to anything that had happened in his life before.

The level of despair and stress he was dealing with from the moment he found out about your accident until months later when he knew how to manage his emotions, he couldn't quantify it in a rational way.

And the people around him were sympathetic, but he still hated that he had let himself be seen that way. The quivering mess he'd become since he found out about it haunted him like a symphony echoing in his head on the highest note. Sometimes it wouldn't let him think, wouldn't let him remember, wouldn't let him live. Even being there in a room with you, there was nothing but a din of incongruous notes crashing against each other, without any harmony, without any order.

At other times there was silence. A deafening silence sometimes accompanied by a beeping that increased as the minutes progressed. The voices were echoes and the images were blurred figures in the distance. There was nothing else in his head but space to process the silence.

Everyone knew Bucky's biggest fear, and it had caused him some long-term problems that he still didn't know how to handle. Since everyone knew that, he was no longer the fearless Bucky, the most daring person. Now he seemed to be perceived as a walking time bomb, even though he seemed to be the one who handled the situation the best… well, not from the beginning, but he learned to cope.

He hated that that stage of vulnerability had become so embedded in the memories of others that it was now the only thing they evoked when they thought of him. He hated that consideration. As much as he wanted and appreciated the support, he hated when it came from regret. From condescension. Of the wary glances. Like tiptoeing around him in fear that he would explode at any moment.

That was how Bucky felt at that moment. With everyone watching him around him, thinking that at any moment he would freak out and start screaming at each of them.

“She's okay now,” Bucky heard Natasha's voice flooding the room that had become the recipient of an imperturbably uncomfortable silence. Her voice was neutral, calm and patient, like the others', even though their faces showed incomparable chagrin.

Bucky let out a long sigh and let his gaze fall on any object in that room.

The rain was lashing hard against the city that day. The drops bounced off the large window and fell swiftly towards the end of their ephemeral life where gravity used to drag them down. The cold crept into the building through every crevice it could find, as if seeking any refuge from itself within the warmth of the human structure.

Bucky didn't plan to ever feel fear again.

He was constantly surrounded by worry, but tried to reassure himself that you were in a safe place surrounded by people who were willing to protect you. Until Steve appeared running down the hallway of the rooms shouting his name, and then yours, and then named Dr. Cho. A peculiar combination of words but they were enough to push him over the edge.

He had never run so fast from one end of the building to the other since that fateful day.

Memories slipped as fast in front of his eyes as raindrops did that day, swept away by the restlessness of his mind surrounding almost possible catastrophic scenario. Bucky knew he shouldn't do that, but telling him not to was like going against nature.

The worst part was that he couldn't see you as soon as he got to the medical wing of the Complex. He could barely make you out through the glass doors.

And so hours went by.

Bucky stayed in the next room waiting for some news, when one by one the others began to arrive.

Near midnight Natasha appeared and finally gave him good news.

“They stabilized her and are now waiting for the drugs to take effect.”

Bucky nodded at her words and the vibe in the room finally changed. Sighs of relief and comforting words leapt into full view, but Natasha didn't take her eyes off Bucky.

“What happened to her?” he finally dared to ask, though he knew the answer the moment the redhead entered the room.

“They still don't know. One moment they thought it was cardiac arrest, then a stroke, then she had seizures. But finally she was just… still. At some point she regained consciousness and said her whole body hurt. The doctor gave her some medication and now she sleeps. All her vitals are fine, like nothing ever happened.”

Bucky was not thinking clearly. He had understood every single word that came out of Natasha's mouth, but he couldn't pin his thoughts down to a single idea. His mind was conjecturing at an incomprehensible speed and it was causing him severe irritability that he couldn't come up with a solution.

“Did she say anything else?”

“No.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

--

It had been six hours when you woke up. Bucky had settled into a chair in the corner of the room, not too far or too close to where you were lying, and was trying to get some sleep, but worry wouldn't leave him. Steve accompanied him for a while before he had to leave on a mission, and Natasha stopped by at some point to drop off something to eat before leaving, just like Steve, on a mission. After that, he must have spent about two hours trying to fall asleep, but it seemed an impossible task. The constant sound of the machine monitoring your heart kept him unconsciously aware of his surroundings. And, even if there were no external stimuli to keep him awake, his mind would have done so. The fear, the panic, the hopelessness…. He almost feared that you would never even wake up again.

His body almost reacted to your movements because he opened his eyes just as you were beginning to move on the gurney.

“Y/N?”

Rising from the chair, he began to slowly approach you, even though his body was begging him to run to your side and wrap you in his arms. He watched you move one of your arms to cover your eyes for a moment, before focusing your gaze on his.

Your frown did not bring him good news.

“Where am I?”

Finally reaching where you were, Bucky pressed the button on the side of the gurney to call the doctor, his heart heavy and aching. That those were the first words out of your mouth should have made him understand what had happened, and in a matter of seconds the limbs of his body shook with a shudder. But it couldn't be like that, he couldn't go through that again. Bucky was not in the capacity to go through that again.

He was promptly convinced otherwise and focused on your confused expression.

“You're at the Avengers Complex in Washington.”

“What do I do…?”

“You were in an accident. You lost consciousness for several hours.”

The dazed expression on your face didn't change and Bucky's nerves ascended with each passing second. The words came out of his mouth as an automatic response and your face contracted taking in the reality, but you didn't seem to make peace with understanding. The few things Bucky had told you seemed to only worsen your state of confusion.

“Do you know what day it is?”

When you shook your head, Bucky felt a cold chill run through him as if he were standing in the middle of a heavy snowfall. The fear he had deprived himself of and had almost prayed he would never feel again was making its way through his mind and body, and if he didn't stay calm things were not going to go well.

“It's November fourth of the year 2023. Do you remember anything about this year?”

You shook your head again. Your expression was starting to change from confusion to fear and Bucky knew he had to do something soon to keep you from being consumed by the feeling.

“No… No, I don't understand… what's going on. It's like my head is totally black. There's no-I don't see…”

Your distressed gaze met Bucky's and your bewilderment bordering on concern caused a pang in his heart. He felt like he could die of a broken heart at that moment. He didn't know what the look on his face was, but he knew it must not be as neutral as he wanted it to be because somehow he had to let out the feeling that was choking him at that moment. It seemed like that look Bucky had on his face gave your tears permission to start bulging in your eyes.

“I can't remember anything. At all,” you sobbed. “I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't remember what happened. I don't remember who-”

Bucky watched your eyes move around the room and noticed how you clenched your hands on the sheet. Your breathing becoming ragged confirmed to him that you were about to have a panic attack. Of all the times he had done it before, he automatically reached out to you and took your hands in his. He swallowed the feeling that wanted to overpower him and the hopelessness in a second. He couldn't leave you in that situation at that moment. Your glassy, big eyes turned to his.

“You're okay right now, okay?” with your eyes locked on his, still breathing erratically and your heart about to burst, you nodded slightly. “Okay, then breathe with me and then we'll talk again.”

Bucky took a deep breath, lifting his shoulders and not taking his eyes off yours to urge you to mimic him. He stayed in that position until you did the same, taking a shaky breath and tightening your fingers around his hand. The tears wouldn't stop coming and the sight almost made him cower in the corner of his head to cry with you.

“Now let the air out of your mouth slowly.”

Exemplifying your words, Bucky let the air out and you mimicked him next, still not letting go of the trembling.

Bucky took another deep breath and you followed suit, expelling the air once he did.

Like that, again and again.

And again.

And again.

Until you could only stare into his blue eyes without a single thought in your head.

“Feeling better?”

You nodded without a word.

Bucky could notice your lowered shoulders and the few tears on your red cheeks, so he ventured to let go of your hands. He didn't let it go unnoticed the way your eyes parted from his, after so long, to observe the place where your hands were joined. You intertwined your own hands and let out a sigh. Bucky had to swallow again the feeling and the urge to move closer. It made him angry inside because he thought he had already learned how to handle the distance and because he didn't think he would have to go through such a scenario again, but life is full of surprises.

“I understand that you're scared and worried, okay? But I want you to try to stay calm for a while while Dr. Cho asks you some questions and runs some tests, are you okay with that?”

Bucky watched as you shook your head as he pointed behind him to where there were two women standing in the door frame who he had heard enter a few minutes ago, but didn't acknowledge their arrival until you were calm and willing. He was dying to know what had been going through your head as you cocked it and frowned slightly watching the women.

“Yes,” you barely mumbled, but Bucky could hear you perfectly. He could hear you even in any kind of crowd.

With a heaviness in his soul, Bucky got up from the gurney and gave Dr. Cho and the nurse, Christina, room to pass.

He took a few more steps away, until he was near the door, and it weighed on him to see how your eyes did not leave his figure. He didn't know whether to leave or to stay there waiting for them to finish. He didn't want to leave you alone, that was clear, but the pressure in his chest grew stronger with each passing second, and he wasn't sure he could stay any longer if you kept looking at him like that. Like he was the only person in the room, like he was the only person who mattered, like he was someone you remembered… but you don't. You don't remember him. Not anymore.

--

Bucky found himself wandering around the Complex until he decided to settle on the rooftop. He thought that spending that time alone wouldn't do him much good because his mind would replay over and over again the moment when you had that frightened expression on your face again, and then he wouldn't have time to try to calm down and regain his composure. And he did. For a few minutes.

Bucky let his mind snap. The tension building up on his shoulders was too much, and if he didn't let it out, he feared it would explode inside him. He was thankful to be alone at that moment because he didn't like to cry around people. Not just crying, but expressing too much in general.

At that moment he was crying not only for his suffering, but for yours. Because more than not wanting to go through it himself, he had to think about what you must be feeling and thinking, being in a completely foreign environment and with strangers proclaiming to know you more than you know yourself. Bucky hated the thought of you having to go through that again, even if you didn't remember the first time. Bucky was crying on that rooftop because once again life had robbed you of the well-being you deserved, because you could no longer spend a moment fully aware of yourself.

More than his pain, Bucky ached to think of yours.

And what could he do about it? Nothing. Just like last time.

He didn't know how long he'd been there, arms resting on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the green field around Complex. He only knew it was around noon when Tony Stark opened the door behind him.

“You must be hungry,” was the first thing the man behind him said, trying to lighten the tense mood that must have been surrounding Bucky at that moment. But no, he didn't have time to think about mundane things.

“Not really.”

A silence settled and he knew Tony must be weighing whether or not it had been a good idea to show up there knowing he was alone. Bucky really didn't mean to be hostile, he just felt too much anger and rage against life and the universe inside his body that he wanted to get out somehow. It wasn't the right thing to do, of course, and he was trying to control himself, but he didn't deny that it would be difficult.

“I'll leave it here, anyway. Just in case.”

Bucky caught the sound of the bag and then the sound of Tony's shoes that weren't moving away but coming closer.

“Thanks.”

“It's the least I could do.”

“And you didn't have to. I was almost going down anyway.”

Tony snorted, moving closer to the wall where Bucky was leaning.

“Surely you don't even know what time it is.”

“Surely,” Bucky agreed, nodding.

Both men took a detailed look at the trees stretching a long distance away in an oddly comfortable silence.

“Did Dr. Cho say anything?”

Tony turned to watch him, and stood for a moment pondering what to say.

“Everything's fine. She ran several tests, but everything came back fine.”

“Everything's fine except her memories are gone again.”

“She thinks it may be some kind of condition left in her brain after the accident.”

“It's been over a year now, Tony.”

“I know. They're exploring every alternative.”

Bucky nodded, getting a bitter feeling in his mouth. He knew he should be grateful you were alive, but damn, did you have to go through all that?

“How's she doing?”

“She's looking good. She hit it off real quick with Christina and was eating with Clint when I came out.”

“And she's eating well?”

“Yeah, the usual.”

Bucky nodded again. Maybe he should come back, stay with you for a while and talk about some things; anything. But every time he thought about going back he felt that tug in his chest that made him recoil from any progress. He didn't want the situation to overcome him, but he was losing the battle.

“Barnes, I wanted to tell you-”

“Tony, it's not necessary.”

“It is, especially at this time.”

“No, it's not,” Bucky spat, shifting his body to stare at the mechanic. “Especially right now, it's not.”

The man pursed his lips and Bucky turned away to look at the lunch that should have been inside the white bag on the table.

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything. That was it.”

Bucky turned to look at the man who had settled in the same way, both of them with their backs to the green field. Bucky sighed, and knowing Tony he knew he couldn't leave without having his conversation. But maybe that would do him good. It had been months since he'd last talked to anyone about that situation.

“There was no way to foresee it, you know that.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky watched the man shake his head as he did every time someone gave him a similar comment. He just wouldn't accept it.

“I could have been more vigilant, you know? I've spent my life trying to learn from my mistakes, trying to take care of the people in my charge, trying to do my best to keep everyone safe. I still don't understand how… How I could have made that mistake.”

“We were dealing with something bigger than ourselves. I think, even if you had gone all out, there couldn't have been any other ending. And believe me when I tell you I'm the person who would have wanted another ending.”

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest with his eyes on the rooftop floor. His mind roamed over those memories he tried not to return to under any circumstances, and he allowed it only because he couldn't deal with that situation any other way.

“I had to have tried.”

“Tony, I know you did your best. And I also know that after everything that happened you asked FRIDAY a thousand times if there would have been another chance to have avoided what happened. Did you have an answer?”

Tony didn't answer.

“Then it doesn't make sense for you to blame yourself for something you simply couldn't have controlled. I guess that's the way things were supposed to be.”

“It's unfair.”

“Life isn't fair to anyone.”

Bucky stepped away from the wall and reached over to take the bag Tony had brought him. “Thanks for this.”

And without further ado, he walked into the building once more.

--

From outside, Bucky watched you talking animatedly with Clint and Carol. Dr. Cho had told him that, although she had not yet been able to find the reason why you had lost your memories again, you were in perfect health. Bucky wanted to punch a wall, but settled for thanking her for looking out for you.

The day had gotten extremely long and he had only spent a quarter of it with you. It was already dusk and he had barely mustered the strength to come see you. And seeing you there, so giggly and happy, made him question whether he should come in and ruin all the fun. He knew his face was a jumble of a hundred emotions that he still couldn't quite control, because even seeing you caused him a sharp pain in his heart that he couldn't tolerate. So he didn't know if going in looking like that was the best choice.

But before he could weigh it further, your gaze met his through the masses of air, and his breath hitched for a few seconds.

The look of recognition you gave him brought a sense of warmth to his body. It was like wiping a damp cloth over his bruised heart. Bucky knew you didn't remember him, but that in such a short time you could give him that kind of look meant too much to him. Your face looked much more serene than the last time you had seen each other, and you no longer had so many wires around your body embedded in your skin, from what he could see from a distance.

Maybe it was indeed safe for him to enter.

Act normal, act normal…

“Hi, Bucky!” you greeted him effusively.

Bucky felt his body faint. Halfway through he planted his feet on the ground and watched the other two with you hold back smiles. Well, Clint wasn't so sneaky.

“How's it goig Bucky? Did you enjoy lunch? It was courtesy of Tony for everyone.”

“Yeah,” he replied dryly. He knew Clint was trying to keep his spirits up, but he didn't feel moodily ready to keep talking to other people, just to share a pleasant silence with you.

“Y/N ordered ravioli,” Carol added to the conversation, turning to look at your red face. “And she also ordered your lunch.”

Bucky frowned.

“I'm glad you liked it,” you mumbled in his direction, barely audible but crystal clear to him. His heart flipped, and he hated that his mind was trying to remind him of where he stood. He wanted a small moment of ignorance.

He didn't know what to say other than thank you, so he just stood there in front of them in a very awkward position.

“All right, Y/N, our fun is over.”

“You're leaving already?”

Bucky detailed you looking at Clint as he and Carol stretched to leave. He mentally wondered if it bothered you to be left alone with his presence, if you didn't want them to leave and leave you with him. If you saw him as an annoying, grumpy figure. He wondered if the others had said something to you about him that suddenly made you see him in a less sympathetic or friendly light. He wondered if-

“We have a mission to attend, and we're very punctual,” Carol's voice broke in on Bucky's train of thought.

“As soon as we get back we'll be here. We have a lot of other things to talk about.”

“Okay, have a good one!”

Bucky watched you shake your hand in farewell to the two people who were leaving the room and was surprised at how much your attitude had changed since he saw you after you woke up. But hey, it had been a while since then. Maybe you had been able to make peace with what had happened by now, and they must have told you everything?

“How are you?” Bucky found himself suddenly asking.

“I'm feeling fine. Besides the obvious, I'm not in any more pain. Dr. Cho told me I'll probably be discharged tomorrow.”

“That's good,” the man mused. “And you want to talk? About what happened.”

You made a thoughtful grimace that Bucky found quite tender, but his mind conjured up the times when you'd made similar grimaces in the past and he'd planted a kiss on your mouth. It wasn't a good time to reminisce about things like that, and the twinge in his heart proved him right.

“Not really,” you replied. “Why don't we talk about you?”

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“And what things do you want to talk about me?”

“Well, I was told that our relationship was different from the friendship I had with everyone else, so we can start there.”

“You want to know what kind of relationship we had?”

“Mm-hm.”

“We were married.”

Your eyes expanded in surprise, as if you expected any answer but that one. Which was strange for Bucky because he couldn't conceive of what other kind of relationship you could have besides a friendship.

“Married?”

“Yes.”

“But I don't have any rings,” you mumbled as you held up both hands to look at your fingers, then held them out to him, as if to let him see you weren't lying.

“You don't use it anymore.”

“Why?”

“Well…” Bucky didn't know how far to go with his historical account because he didn't know how much Dr. Cho or the others had told you and he didn't want to saturate you with information either. “What do you know about what happened?”

You took a deep breath and brought your hands to your lap as if you had been waiting for that question. It probably was.

“Dr. Cho told me that I had an accident over a year ago due to which I was in a coma and lost my memory. That a couple of months after being in the hospital I was discharged and came to live here. And that almost two days ago I had some kind of incident that caused me to lose my memory again.”

Bucky was taken aback by the matter-of-fact way you told him all that. The only thing that was going around in his mind was how before you didn't like to mention the subject at all and used to avoid it any way you could unless it was strictly necessary. At that moment it was as if you were telling someone else's story and not your own, because not a hint of emotion could be seen on your face.

“Then why don't I wear the ring?”

Bucky held his frown. This was definitely almost that much of a sharp change to the last few times he interacted with you.

“Hum… You've had it removed since the accident and I gave it to you after some time in the hospital, but I told you that you didn't have to wear it if you didn't want to.”

“Oh, I understand. So I decided not to wear it. And where is it?”

“I don't know. You kept it. Maybe it's somewhere in your room.”

“Right. I'll go look for it when I get back.”

Bucky nodded at your words not really knowing what to say. He didn't know how to act in reason to your behavior. Well, it should be good that it didn't seem to affect you as hard as it did before, but he found it hard to believe that it didn't affect you at all. Could it be that it really was?

He couldn't know for sure, but the calm expression on your face was about to convince him completely. The way you looked like you didn't have a care in the world made him feel much better, and he would definitely battle to make it last much longer.

“Besides that, is there anything else you want to tell me?”

Too many things.

“No.”

You let out a short laugh that bloomed in Bucky's chest.

“Then our relationship boils down to: we were married, and that's it.”

The man shrugged, not really having a clue what else to say about it.

At his gesture, you exhaled with a determined look.

“We were close?”

“Yes.”

“Did we make jokes?”

“Yes. You mostly.”

“It definitely had to be that way. Did we go out on dates often?”

“Yes.”

“Did we argue?”

“Not a lot.”

“Okay. Did we buy each other gifts?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw. Did we live together?”

“Sure.”

“Did we sleep in the same bed?”

“Of course.”

Bucky frowned as you stood for a few seconds in silence, just watching his face.

“We had children?”

The man went blank for a few seconds, only looking into your eyes. He definitely wasn't expecting that question, but it was something that had been on his mind a lot before.

“No.”

“Ah. So, did we travel a lot?”

“Yes, we traveled quite a bit.”

“Excellent!” you smiled genuinely at him, with that kind of smile he loved and that since the accident he had almost never seen. If he had seen it, it hadn't been directed at him. “Then we were a good match.”

Bucky smiled. It was almost an instinct. His mind flashed back to the one memory that at the time didn't cause him sadness: sometime, someday, you had told him that some questions had to be answered in a positive way to know if they had fulfilled their purpose of being a perfect couple. He didn't remember if it was those same questions, but he could make the connection to that memory he had of you at the time. Then, for a second, he allowed himself to enjoy the present. No worries, no sadness. You were alive right there in front of him, in an excellent state of health and, it seemed, a good state of mind. Beyond that, what could he ask for? All that was left for him to do was to make the most of every moment he had.

“Yes, we were a good couple.”

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One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a  little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

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Coord Breakdown: July 1st, 2023

Now that I've got a dedicated lolita blog, I'll be posting and discussing some of my coords, starting with a few from the past. This one's one of my personal favorites, and very meaningful to me.

JSK: Handmade

Blouse: Offbrand

Waist cincher: Handmade

Headbow: Handmade

Veil: Fanplusfriend

Choker: Handmade (sort of)

Necklace: Offbrand indie

Bracelets: Offbrand

Socks: Offbrand

Boots: Offbrand

Full breakdown under the cut.

This coord is a big milestone for me. It's my first handmade JSK (not counting a failed attempt from years earlier), and my first time using my own custom fabric!

I designed the fabric in the summer of 2022, and had it printed via Spoonflower. It's themed around Castlevania, a favorite game series of mine (and one that has quite the interesting history with lolita! Did you know Mana composed a ringtone to promote Harmony of Dissonance that is now lost media?). Each of the stained glass windows depicts one of the subweapons used throughout the games (plus wall chicken), which are also repeated as a motif inside the stripes. If you look closely, you can also see the modern and retro Castlevania logo incorporated into the surrounding glass. Beneath the windows are gravestone-like blocks, each with the name of a game's protagonists and the year the game takes place. At the hem is a quote that has been attributed to a number of people, including Winston Churchill, but is notably said by Alucard and Richter at the end of Symphony of the Night. Finally, above the border print is a pair of wall-mounted candles, which can be found throughout Castlevania and destroyed to gain ammo or other upgrades. According to IGA, these candles contain the restless spirits of Dracula's victims, who drop upgrades as thanks for freeing them from the castle.

Here are some closeups, one of which is in the black colorway! I've got four different colorways available on Spoonflower, each inspired by a different character (Richter, Alucard, Juste, and Maria). You can find them here. The fabric I chose for my JSK is poly crepe de chine.

But enough fabric talk. Have at you!

The cut of the JSK is based on Bodyline's Skull in Wonderland JSK, which I've owned for years now; It's simple and fits me well, so I figured using it as a template would be the most effective way to make a good JSK for myself without too much hassle. Making clothes based on existing garments you own is a tried-and-true method in fashion design and home sewing.

I actually debuted the JSK about a month earlier while on vacation, with a different coord:

However, I couldn't help feeling that it was a bit lackluster. After much thought and advice from friends, I decided to spruce things up and give it another try at the then-upcoming renfaire.

This time I used one of my summer blouses, an offbrand peasant top I got at Rainbow forever ago- I think the brand is Ambiance? I also bought a set of bracelets (also from Rainbow, and they've now become a staple of my wardrobe), and a pair of black lace-topped OTKs in place of the plain black tights I'd worn before. For the rest of the jewelry, I wore a glittery purple bat necklace I'd bought from a renfaire vendor years ago (I wish I knew the name!! If anyone recognizes it please let me know!), and a scrap of black lace with a small safety pin through the back as a choker.

Finally, the remaining accessories. I made a wired headbow out of leftover fabric from the dress, with a beaded chain in front. I wore this over a veil from Fanplusfriend. As for the waist cincher, I made it out of stretch pleather and lace, along with black fabric to tie in the back. I used gold acrylic paint to add a nice patina to the leather, and hand-painted our pal Simon Belmont in a coordinating color scheme. My parents said it looks like a wrestling belt, lol.

Regarding the boots, I know damn well that the renfaire grounds are muddy and uneven, so I wore a pair of riding boots I originally bought for a Joseph Joestar cosplay way back in the day. Sometimes you gotta sacrifice a little bit for practicality's sake.

All in all, I'm very proud of how this coord came out. It was really amazing seeing something I designed come to life, and working hard to make it truly beautiful. I hope this inspires other folks to try their hand at designing and making lolita!

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Blog Post #8: The Interconnectedness of Nature

One theme that continues to reappear in my blog is the theme of interconnectedness - an intricate web that keeps nature in harmony. When I’m immersed in nature, this idea is always in the back of my mind. I see it in the way trees sway in the wind, in the way their leaves cling to the branches. I feel it beneath my feet, where there’s a hidden world of roots spreading outward, reaching through the soil for all the beneficial nutrients. And within that soil is an entire ecosystem of microorganisms, all working together to support life aboveground. It’s incredible to think about how each piece of this complex system - soil, plants, trees, animals - depends on and nurtures the others. When I pause and imagine this web of life, I am always dumbfounded at how perfectly everything fits together.

A portrayal of interconnectedness that has always stuck with me is in the movie Avatar (one of my favourite movies, by the way!). In it, the main character, Jake Sully, is intrigued by the bond the Na’vi people have with their environment. For them, the forest is alive with energy that connects every living thing. This energy flows through the roots of the trees, into the ground, through each creature, and back again, which represents a cycle of life and growth that Jake tries his best to understand. Although we don’t live on the futuristic planet of Pandora, the respect and harmony the Na’vi have with their surroundings feels deeply relevant to our world, where we also have our own intricate connections to nature.

Consider the relationship between bees and flowering plants: bees rely on flowers for nectar, and in turn, they carry pollen from one blossom to another, allowing plants to reproduce. This tiny but mighty interaction sustains entire ecosystems, and without pollinators like bees, many of the plants that humans and other animals rely on wouldn’t exist. Or think of a forest after a wildfire; although it's destructive, fires can create fertile conditions for new growth. Seeds that may have been dormant for years can sprout in the nutrient-rich soil left behind, which helps the forest to flourish once again. The cycle of destruction and rebirth helps to maintain balance, symbolizing nature’s resilience and interconnectedness.

It’s amazing to recognize how every organism, from the tiniest insect to the tallest tree, plays a unique role in nature. Even organisms we may find inconvenient, like funghi or mosquitoes, contribute to this balance. Understanding that nature isn’t a series of isolated actions, but rather a symphony of interactions is a profound realization. Each element - sounds, textures, etc. - contributes to the whole. The textbook describes lifelong learning as an essential to interpreting nature, encouraging us to design educational experiences that help people appreciate these connections and inspire them to protect natural environments (Beck et al., 2018). I believe that by exploring the beauty and unity in nature, we can gain a deeper appreciation for the intricate connections that hold our world together.

The beautiful view of fall leaves on my walk earlier this week!

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., Knudson D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage: For a Better World. Sagamore-Venture Publishing LLC.

[freefallfiction]

Pendulum: Prologue- A Peak Of Claire's Diary

They think in straight lines. It’s a weakness—this pedestrian, plodding kind of logic. Step by step, A to B, like little toy soldiers marching in time. But I don't see lines. I see webs, threads connecting every thought to an endless series of possibilities, all tangled but elegant, glittering with potential. It's like weaving stars into constellations, but only I know how to see them.

It's not that they can’t learn, not that they’re slow—no, even Reid, with his encyclopedic memory, is still stuck in the same labyrinth as everyone else. He doesn’t even realize it. His brilliance is bound by rules, by structure. He’s confined by his mind’s meticulous order. And there’s beauty in that, I suppose, but what’s the point of a flawless machine if you don’t know how to break it?

I learned that early. In kindergarten, while the others fumbled with blocks, I saw the way patterns formed naturally, spiraling out like the Fibonacci sequence hidden in nature. How each person, every single one of them, followed predictable rhythms. I watched, I catalogued. Then I began to manipulate. Shift the rhythm, change the pattern, and they’d break—crumble like brittle glass. The look in their eyes when I did it... confusion, fear. They didn’t understand why, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t need them to.

I loved it. I loved the power of knowing I was different, superior. It made the loneliness bearable. No one could come close to seeing the world as I did, and that isolation, that separation—it wasn’t a curse. It was a gift. A glittering, sharp-edged secret that sliced me away from their dull, gray world. I could see the pathways no one else could, turn their every assumption inside out without lifting a finger. My thoughts are a symphony, each note twisting in perfect harmony, building to crescendos no one else hears.

Children never understood. Of course they didn’t. They found me strange, unsettling, because they couldn’t see it. The beauty, the intricacy. I would sit there, staring at their faces, tracing the patterns of their facial tics and nervous blinks. I’d speak in ways they couldn’t follow, asking questions that weren’t really questions, and they’d shrink away, afraid. But how could I explain it to them? How could they ever grasp the way my brain spirals and leaps, while theirs are trapped in rigid, linear pathways?

Even now, when I close my eyes, I can feel the whirl of it—the chaos, the endless connections forming and breaking in an instant. It's why I don’t fear Reid. He’s brilliant, yes, but he’s grounded, tied to reality by those facts and figures. But me? I’m free. My mind doesn’t stop. It doesn’t need boundaries or facts to anchor it. That’s my power, the thing that separates me from everyone else, from even him.

And when I see him, when I watch his lips move to explain the obvious, I feel it—this heady, electric thrill coursing through my veins. Because he’ll never know how much farther I can go. He'll never see the webs I weave, the traps I set with every word, every calculated silence. He might solve puzzles, but I create them. And the best part? He doesn’t even know he’s playing my game.

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Best of 2022 Media Post

I read/watched a whole lot last year! Here’s the summary of what I enjoyed the most.

Sing a Bit of Harmony: The best new anime movie I saw last year. Usually I try and watch everything I can subbed, but I caught the dub showing for this and it was really well done. Very lived-in and real-feeling near future setting, some wonderful stuff about AI, and just a really good coming of age story. A year later it’s apparently finally getting a US BD release so I’m excited to finally watch it subbed.

Dress-Up Darling: Found this show oddly relatable (or at least, the parts about making the costumes). Wholesome in a roundabout way, and has a very true to life portrayal of how horny teenagers can be, without being weird or gross about it.

Everything Everywhere All At Once: I haven’t been hooked by a trailer for a movie like that in a very long while. Just seeing the preview I knew I was in for a great time, and it delivered. A lot of other people’s favorite movie of 2022 as well, but it’s just that good.

Creamy Mami: One of the earliest magical girl shows, and yet, goes in directions completely untouched by any of its successors. Excellent funny little mascot characters, bopping tunes, and some of the funniest episodes of anything I’ve ever seen. An absolute must watch. Still have some OVAs to go through at some point.

Thrilling Bloody Sword: the summary said “a martial arts movie based on Snow White” and while that’s technically true, it’s so, so much more from that. When the opening credits played and the movie’s main theme turned out to -literally- just be a stolen reindition of the Space Battleship Yamato opening, I knew I was in for a good time. Bonkers battles, a completely unpredictable plot, and special effects that weren’t even good at the time combine into a flawless package. Also, the male main antagonist is weirdly hot and also an incredible actor. When the special effects are that bad, you gotta really give it your all to sell them.

Glass Onion: Another popular pick, but it’s damn good. Needs every second of its two and a half hour runtime. Has a great core message, a superb female lead, and the best use of celebrity cameos in any media I’ve seen in a good long while. Hope there’s many more Benoit Blanc mysteries to come.

Spy X Family: The first anime adaptation in a hot minute that got me to read the source material. A perfect mix of comedy, action, and good old fashioned spy thrills. My only complaint is that there’s not nearly enough Yor getting to do what she does best, but I think the next part of the manga I have to read will fix that.

Dragon Ball Super Hero: Went to go see this twice! Wasn’t sure how the 3DCG would go over, but it was really well done. Got me to finally re-read Dragon Ball all the way through like I’ve wanted to for ages, so that was good too. The action’s great, but it’s really the good ol’ Toriyama humor in full force.

Symphony of the Night: Not sure what I can say about one of the most acclaimed video games of all time, but it was a lot of fun! I could feel myself getting better as I went along, especially when I got into the Reverse Castle. Had to start using my entire toolkit to get by. Think I’ll definitely play another Castlevania game for Halloween this year.

Flying Phantom Ship: Like Creamy Mami, a massive inspiration for a lot of series that have come since, and yet, I saw almost nothing that happened in this movie coming. Only an hour, but with at least three hours worth of twists and turns. Nothing I say about this film can really do it justice.

Phantom of the Paradise: Tremendously well put together movie. Great music by the legendary Paul Williams with a story you probably already know, but put together in a captivating and engrossing way. Knows it’s a story and who the main characters are, and has them interact in ways that really show off all their strengths and flaws. That said, my favorite character might actually be the man only known as Beef, I think about him a lot.

That’s everything for 2022! I have no particular goals on the media front for 2023, but I’m excited to see what it brings.

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Vicky RAZ Flavor: A Dreamy Combination of Unique Taste and Elegant Design

It was a rainy afternoon when Sarah first encountered the Vicky RAZ Flavor at a cozy vape shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The distinct, stylish packaging immediately drew her in, promising a unique vaping experience that seemed perfectly suited for a quiet day indoors. This initial encounter would soon turn into a favorite vaping ritual, as Sarah discovered the exceptional blend of flavors that the Vicky RAZ offered. An Overview of Vicky RAZ Flavor The Vicky RAZ Flavor is a part of the Dream Edition series, which is celebrated for its luxurious appeal and sophisticated flavor combinations. Designed to provide a premium vaping experience, this product boasts not only a rich flavor but also a sleek and stylish design that makes it a must-have for anyone looking to elevate their vaping experience. Discover the Unique Blend of Raz Flavors One of the most striking aspects of the raz flavors series, including the Vicky edition, is its ability to combine distinct and often surprising ingredients into a harmonious blend. The Vicky RAZ Flavor is no exception, offering a profile that is both sweet and slightly tart, reminiscent of classic desserts with a modern twist. This flavor is perfect for those who appreciate a vape that is both refreshing and satisfying, without being overpowering. Why Vicky RAZ Flavor Stands Out Elegant Design and Easy Usability Beyond its flavor, the Vicky RAZ Flavor stands out due to its elegant design. Encased in a sleek, compact body, this disposable vape is not only easy to carry but also aesthetically pleasing. The device is designed with a focus on user experience, featuring a comfortable mouthpiece and an intuitive design that makes it easy to use, even for beginners. Long-Lasting and Consistent Performance One of the significant advantages of the vicky raz flavor is its long-lasting performance. With up to 9,000 puffs per device, this vape ensures that you can enjoy your favorite flavors without the need for frequent replacements. This longevity is coupled with consistent vapor production, meaning each puff delivers the same rich taste as the last, making it a reliable choice for everyday use. The Flavor Experience: What to Expect A Symphony of Sweet and Tart When you take your first puff of the Vicky RAZ Flavor, you’ll immediately notice its unique combination of sweet and tart notes. The initial hit is sweet, reminiscent of a ripe strawberry or a delicate candy, followed by a subtle tartness that lingers on the palate. This balance makes the Vicky RAZ Flavor a delightful choice for those who enjoy complex flavors that evolve with each puff. Smooth and Satisfying Vapor The Vicky RAZ Flavor doesn’t just taste good; it feels good too. The vapor is smooth and satisfying, with just the right amount of throat hit to make each puff enjoyable. Whether you're new to vaping or an experienced user, you'll appreciate the smoothness of this vape, which makes it easy to enjoy throughout the day without any harshness. Conclusion: A Premium Choice for Discerning Vapers As Sarah found that rainy day, the Vicky RAZ Flavor isn’t just another disposable vape; it’s a gateway to a sophisticated vaping experience that blends style with rich, nuanced flavors. If you’re curious about what sets the Vicky RAZ apart and are looking for a vape that marries elegance with performance, give this one a try. Explore the full range of raz flavors to discover your perfect vaping companion, and perhaps, like Sarah, you’ll find a new favorite that brightens even the rainiest of days. Read the full article

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Samsung HW-Q990D/XL 11.1.4 Ch 656W Q-Symphony With Wireless Dolby Atmos Q-series Soundbar

Immerse yourself in a world of rich, multidimensional sound with the Samsung HW-Q990D/XL Q-series Soundbar. This state-of-the-art soundbar offers a 11.1.4 channel setup and a powerful 656W output, delivering an unparalleled audio experience that elevates your home entertainment to cinematic levels. With Q-Symphony and wireless Dolby Atmos, the HW-Q990D/XL transforms your living room into an audio haven, bringing every scene, song, and sound effect to life with remarkable clarity and depth.

Key Features:

11.1.4 Channel Configuration: Experience true surround sound with the 11.1.4 channel setup, which includes multiple speakers and subwoofers strategically placed to envelop you in rich, detailed audio. Hear every whisper, explosion, and musical note with precision.

656W Total Power Output: The HW-Q990D/XL delivers a powerful 656W output, ensuring your audio experience is robust and immersive. Whether you're watching movies, listening to music, or playing games, enjoy clear and powerful sound that fills the room.

Wireless Dolby Atmos and DTS:X: Enjoy the freedom of wireless Dolby Atmos and DTS, which provide immersive, three-dimensional sound without the need for messy cables. Experience sound that moves around you, creating a more realistic and captivating audio experience.

Q-Symphony Technology: Synchronize your Samsung TV and soundbar for a harmonious audio experience with Q-Symphony. This innovative feature allows your TV and soundbar to work together, producing synchronized sound that enhances your viewing experience.

Adaptive Sound: The soundbar automatically optimizes sound based on the content you're watching. Whether it's a dialogue-heavy drama or an action-packed blockbuster, enjoy clear and optimized audio tailored to your content.

SpaceFit Sound: With SpaceFit Sound, the HW-Q990D/XL analyzes your room environment and calibrates the audio to match the acoustics of your space, ensuring optimal sound quality wherever you place the soundbar.

Wireless Rear Speakers and Subwoofer: The included wireless rear speakers and subwoofer provide deep bass and immersive surround sound without the hassle of cables. Place them anywhere in the room for a clean and flexible setup.

Multiple Connectivity Options: Connect your devices effortlessly with a variety of connectivity options, including HDMI eARC, Optical, Bluetooth, and Wi-Fi. Stream music, connect your gaming console, or pair with your smartphone with ease.

Voice Control: Integrated voice assistants like Alexa allow you to control your soundbar with simple voice commands. Adjust volume, change tracks, or ask for your favorite playlist without lifting a finger.

Sleek and Modern Design: The HW-Q990D/XL features a sleek and stylish design that complements any home decor. Its compact form factor and premium finish make it a perfect addition to your entertainment setup.

Specifications:

Model: Samsung HW-Q990D/XL Q-series Soundbar

Total Output: 656W

Channels: 11.1.4

Audio Technology: Wireless Dolby Atmos, DTS, Q-Symphony

Subwoofer: Wireless

Rear Speakers: Wireless

Connectivity: HDMI eARC, Optical, Bluetooth, Wi-Fi

Voice Control: Alexa built-in

Design: Sleek and modern

Color: Black

Why Choose the Samsung HW-Q990D/XL Q-series Soundbar?

The Samsung HW-Q990D/XL Q-series Soundbar offers an exceptional audio experience that transforms your home entertainment into a cinematic adventure. With its powerful output, advanced audio technologies, and seamless wireless connectivity, this soundbar delivers immersive sound that brings every scene and song to life. Whether you're a movie enthusiast, music lover, or gamer, the HW-Q990D/XL is designed to provide unparalleled sound quality and an enhanced audio experience. Its sleek design and user-friendly features make it an ideal choice for any modern home.

Upgrade your audio experience with the Samsung HW-Q990D/XL and enjoy the perfect blend of power, precision, and innovation.

[bellowsflexpert]

The Backbone of Your Exhaust System: Exploring the Crucial Role of Exhaust Bellows

Behind every smooth ride and efficient engine operation lies a complex network of components working in harmony. Among these, the exhaust system stands as a critical player, and within its intricate design, the exhaust bellows emerges as a silent hero. In this article, we delve deeper into the world of exhaust bellows, uncovering their significance and indispensable role in modern automotive engineering.

Unveiling the Exhaust Bellows: Often tucked away beneath the chassis, exhaust bellows, also known as flex pipes or expansion joints, might seem inconspicuous at first glance. However, their importance cannot be overstated. Crafted from resilient stainless steel, these bellows feature a series of convolutions, providing the flexibility needed to navigate the rigors of engine operation.

The Silent Performer:

Absorbing Engine Dynamics: As the heart of your vehicle roars to life, it sets off a symphony of vibrations and movements. Exhaust bellows act as the silent maestro, absorbing these dynamics with grace and precision. By flexing and expanding in response to engine fluctuations, they shield the exhaust system from unnecessary stress, ensuring longevity and reliability.

Guardians Against Exhaust Leaks: Picture the exhaust system as a chain, each link vital for maintaining its integrity. Exhaust bellows serve as the flexible link, bridging the gap between rigid components while accommodating thermal expansion and contraction. This seamless integration prevents leaks and ensures that emissions regulations are met without compromise.

Harmonizing Ride Comfort: Beyond their mechanical prowess, exhaust bellows contribute to the overall comfort of your driving experience. By dampening vibrations and reducing noise transmission, they transform the cacophony of engine rumble into a serene melody, allowing you to traverse roads with tranquility.

Nurturing the Backbone: Like any unsung hero, exhaust bellows thrive under proper care and attention. From the moment of installation, meticulous alignment and secure fastening are paramount. Regular inspections become the ritual of guardianship, with vigilant eyes scanning for signs of wear, corrosion, or fatigue. By nurturing the backbone of your exhaust system, you ensure a journey free from unexpected detours and breakdowns.

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Uniting Body, Mind, and Spirit: The Transformative Power of Yoga

The Physical Realm:

Strengthening the Body At its core, yoga offers a plethora of physical benefits. Through a series of asanas (postures) and pranayama (breathing exercises), practitioners enhance flexibility, build strength, and improve balance. Whether it’s the gentle flow of Hatha yoga or the dynamic intensity of Ashtanga, each style offers unique advantages tailored to diverse needs and preferences.

Moreover, yoga serves as a preventive and therapeutic tool for various ailments. From alleviating chronic pain to enhancing cardiovascular health, numerous studies attest to its efficacy in promoting overall physical wellness. By fostering mindful movement and body awareness, yoga cultivates a deeper connection between individuals and their physical selves, fostering a sense of vitality and resilience.

The Mental Landscape:

Cultivating Mindfulness and Emotional Balance Beyond its physical dimensions, yoga serves as a potent catalyst for mental and emotional well-being. Through the practice of mindfulness and meditation, individuals learn to observe their thoughts and emotions without judgment, fostering greater self-awareness and emotional resilience. This heightened awareness extends beyond the yoga mat, permeating daily life and empowering individuals to navigate challenges with equanimity and clarity.

The Spiritual Journey:

Awakening the Inner Self At its essence, yoga is a spiritual practice — a journey of self-discovery and inner transformation. Rooted in ancient wisdom and philosophy, it invites practitioners to explore the depths of their being, uncovering the interconnectedness of all existence. Through practices such as meditation, chanting, and self-inquiry, individuals embark on a quest for self-realization, transcending egoic identifications and tapping into their innate divinity.

Yoga offers a path to spiritual awakening, guiding individuals towards a state of union with the divine — whether conceived as God, the universe, or the higher self. As practitioners delve into the realms of meditation and contemplation, they experience glimpses of transcendent bliss and unity consciousness, transcending the limitations of the individual self. In this sacred journey, yoga becomes a vehicle for self-transcendence, aligning individuals with the inherent harmony of the cosmos.

Conclusion:

In a world marked by rapid pace and perpetual change, yoga stands as a timeless oasis of tranquility and self-discovery. It empowers individuals to embark on a holistic journey of transformation, uniting body, mind, and spirit in a harmonious symphony of being. As we embrace the transformative power of yoga, may we cultivate greater awareness, compassion, and inner peace, both on and off the mat. For in the sacred space of the present moment, we discover the boundless potential of the human spirit to soar beyond limitations and awaken to the fullness of life’s divine essence.

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What is Narrative Design & Visual Storytelling?

In a landscape inundated with stories vying for our attention, what distinguishes certain narratives, causing them to linger in our minds long after we've consumed them? The answer lies in the powerful combination of narrative design and visual storytelling. Let's explore how these two elements collaborate to create truly unforgettable stories.

Unveiling the Depth of Narrative Design

Think of narrative design as the architect of a story, the mastermind behind every aspect – from the characters to the plot and the world they inhabit. It breathes life into these fictional realms, whether they're fantastical kingdoms or gritty urban landscapes. Yet, it's not just about constructing worlds; it's about sculpting characters that resonate with us, ones we can laugh, cry, and empathize with.

Exceptional narrative design transcends conventional storytelling. It intricately weaves together plots and subplots, keeping us captivated until the very end. It thrives on surprises, defying expectations, and taking us on an emotional rollercoaster ride we won't soon forget.

Consider George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series, famously adapted into the television phenomenon "Game of Thrones." Martin's narrative design crafts a richly layered world filled with warring factions, political intrigue, and morally ambiguous characters. The evolution of figures like Tyrion Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen throughout the series serves as a testament to the depth of his narrative design.

Visual Storytelling: Bringing Stories to Life

Visual storytelling is akin to painting with light and color. It utilizes elements such as camera angles, settings, and hues to narrate a tale without relying on words. Whether it's the sweeping landscapes of a fantastical realm or the bustling streets of a futuristic metropolis, every detail is meticulously selected to convey meaning and evoke emotion.

However, visual storytelling is more than just aesthetic appeal; it's about communicating with us on a deeper level, sans words. It's about the expressions etched on characters' faces, the interplay of light and shadow, and the arrangement of a scene that communicates what words cannot.

A prime example of this is Pixar's animated masterpiece "Up." In its opening sequence, we are immersed in the lifelong love story of Carl and Ellie through a montage of imagery, devoid of any dialogue. Through deft editing, emotive music, and poignant visuals, we are taken on a heartfelt journey, experiencing the highs and lows of their relationship in a profoundly moving manner.

The Perfect Harmony of Narrative and Visuals

What truly elevates storytelling is when narrative design and visual storytelling collaborate harmoniously. Like a symphony orchestra, they blend seamlessly to craft an unforgettable experience. In mediums like film, visuals breathe life into the narrative, transcending mere words on a page. Each shot, color choice, and detail serves to deepen the story and immerse us in its world.

In the realm of video games, narrative design sets the stage while visual storytelling transports us into the game world. It's akin to stepping into a storybook and becoming an integral part of the adventure.

Crafting Stories That Resonate

Ultimately, narrative design and visual storytelling are the linchpins of creating enduring stories. By marrying these elements, storytellers can weave tales that tug at our heartstrings, challenge our intellect, and ignite our imagination. Whether you're a writer, filmmaker, or simply a lover of narratives, never underestimate the magic of narrative design and visual storytelling – they're the secret ingredients to crafting stories that stand the test of time.

At Motionvillee, we recognize the paramount importance of narrative design and visual storytelling in crafting impactful videos. Our mission is to produce visually stunning experiences that not only entertain but also leave a profound impression. Through our commitment to breathtaking visuals and innovative storytelling, we endeavor to create videos that resonate deeply with audiences, sparking their creativity and leaving them inspired.

So, whether you're a filmmaker, content creator, or business owner seeking to share your story, embrace the enchantment of narrative design and visual storytelling. Together, let's craft videos that captivate, inspire, and resonate with audiences worldwide. Welcome to Motionvillee, where every frame narrates a tale, and every tale leaves an indelible mark.