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kanyerealdaughter · 9 days ago

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Heyy, do you take requests? If you don’t just ignore this please

I had idea of Rindou x fem!reader who has shitty boyfriend who cheated on her and she decided to ask her brother’s friend (rindou) to help her cheat on her boyfriend, reader is younger than Rindou like 25 and 39. And Rindou filmed them saving sex sending her boyfriend and just claiming her as his girlfriend now

— ★ FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND!

sexual content , cheating , intercourse , choking mention , cussing , abusive relationship , ANGST , bruises , breeding , sex tape , creampie , ( rindou haitani x fem, reader) tokrev masterlist!

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it all started when you started to hang around him and his brother and he couldn’t lie he grew a liking to you.. then into a crush of course he wouldn’t tell you until he grew enough confidence.

rindou spent all day looking for the perfect gift for you. he decided to settle for some pink tulips since they’re back in season. he picked a good time. he thought to ask you out walking to your house. he showed down once he realized there was another man at your door.

he grinned imagining your reaction until his heart drop down to his ass and the smile faded from his face almost immediately. who was that man at your front door? his brows furrowed seeing you wrapped your arms around his neck before taking the random guy at the door into your lips as you pulled away with a smile pulling him into your house.

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months later ever since you got together with your now boyfriend you stop contacting your friends and even hanging out with the haitani brothers it was just pure luck when he saw you out by yourself at the park swinging on the swing set. you looked so exhausted. why were you even wearing a turtleneck in 80 degree weather??

his eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your body language. something doesn't feel right. he notices how you keep hiding your neck, even though it's hot outside. his smile fades, and he leans back against the bench, watching you carefully.

" does he treat you right?"

“ w-what..?” you mumbled avoiding eye contact with him slowly swinging. rindou watches you swing back and forth, the turtle neck looking utterly ridiculous in this heat. his brow furrows as he studies your body language, something clearly off.

" your boyfriend. does he treat you right?" he repeats slowly, voice softer now, almost suspiciously gentle.

you parted your lips wanting to say something after not seeing for months wanting to spill everything out but you didn’t, you took a deep breath and kept your composure so you lied by nodding.

he watches you closely, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your hesitant nod. something isn't adding up, and his instincts are screaming at him that something is wrong. he stands up from the bench, walking over to the swings slowly.

" how long have you been with him?"

“ almost a year..” i said quietly avoiding eye contact staring at the wood chips on the park ground.

the tension in rindou shoulders eases slightly at the time frame, but he's still suspicious. he notices the sweat trickling down your face due to the thick clothes you're wearing. he reaches out, grabbing your ankle gently to stop you from swinging.

" take off the turtle neck." he orders softly.

“ i-i don’t have anything underneath on..” you said softly, with your head the sun blaring the back of your head. he looks around the park, noticing all the kids and families around. he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

" fine. then at least unbutton the top few buttons. you're gonna pass out in this heat." he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you parted your lips about to respond feeling a buzz in your back pocket you already knew who it was no one really texts you besides him…

you pull out your phone, seeing a message from your boyfriend. " where are you?" you read it simply. you chew on your lower lip, debating on whether to answer him or not. another message comes through. " answer me you little-.”

you didn’t even want to finish that sentence so you put your screen down, turning it off. “ i’m sorry rindou.. i gotta go..” you said quietly getting off the swing before finally making eye contact with him, your face was sweating and the look of exhaustion but you gave him a soft smile before walking off.

he watches you walk away, his eyes scanning your body. the way you're walking, the way you're holding yourself... something isn't right. he stands up abruptly, his phone ringing in his pocket. he ignores it, his focus solely on you as you disappear around the corner. " fuck..."

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the football game was packed.. per usual nothing special, you always go to your boyfriend games not that you don’t have much of a chance. the bright lights on the stadium , the sun setting , made it look absolutely beautiful.

rindou shows up late to the football game, his eyes immediately scanning the bleachers until he finds you. you're sitting alone, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively. he climbs the bleachers, sitting down next to you without a word.

his presence is silent and unassuming. he doesn't say anything at first, just stares out at the field with you. after a while, he speaks up, his voice low and even. " you weren't watching the game." it's a statement, not a question.

“ so..?” you said shrugging, before looking back down onto the football field watching your boyfriend play he ran down the grass field as he scored a touchdown making the crowd roar in excitement.

he watches as your boyfriend scores a touchdown, the crowd erupting into cheers. he turns to look at you, his eyes lingering on your face before he speaks.

" he's good." his tone is neutral, almost indifferent.

" no wonder you're with him." you didn’t respond to that. Instead you just watched what was going on the field. he noticed what you're wearing, his eyes taking in the long sleeves and the way the shirt hangs loosely on your frame. he frowns slightly, his gaze drifting back to the field as the game continues. after a moment, he speaks again.

“ you're wearing his jersey.”

“ he’s my boyfriend.” you reply back bluntly. his eyes lower to your neck unconsciously, noting the makeup carefully covering the bruised he honestly wouldn’t notice if he wasn’t staring. he swallows hard.

his eyes flicking back to the game. your boyfriend shouts something, making his teammates laugh. he tenses slightly, he licks his lips, his eyes flicking back to you.

“… why are you staring at me?” you asked him, tilting your head letting out a sigh finally making eye contact with him

he meets your gaze steadily, unapologetic. his eyes are a striking shade of light purple, intense under the fading sunlight.

" wondering how a guy like him landed a girl like you." his words are blunt, bordering on rude. you didn’t reply to that mostly cause you didn’t have anything to say.

he watches you fall silent, his expression unreadable. the game ends with your boyfriend's team winning. he sees your boyfriend high-five his teammates, his face flushed with victory and excitement.

he turns back to you. " he's happy." it's another statement.

you ignore him standing up and waving enthusiastically at your boyfriend. a faint smirk tugs at his lips as he notices your boyfriend's face light up seeing you. he stays seated, observing the intimate scene unfolding. your boyfriend jogs over, sweaty and grinning from ear to ear.

rindou eyes drop down to watch your skirt fall back down your curves. he swallows hard unconsciously, watching your round bottom. he realizes how short your skirt really is - it barely covers your ass cheeks. he watches you walk over to your boyfriend.

" goddamn." he mutters softly. " lucky bastard.." he watches as your boyfriend pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead loudly.

" baby!" he calls out happily.

“ hi.” you said quietly, with a soft smile as he wrapped his arm around your neck making my head pressed against his chest tightly he was so sweaty but you try not to pay attention to that. his eyes widen as he sees your boyfriend's large hand grab your plump bottom, lifting your short skirt up.

he can see the bottom of your panties, the fabric stretching tight over your thick ass. his heart rate picks up slightly, his eyes glued to the view.

rindou watches you whisper into your boyfriend's ear, seeing his eyebrows furrow momentarily before he nods. he squeezes your butt one last time for everyone to see before finally releasing your skirt, letting it fall back into place. as you walk towards the bathroom, rindou hears another whistle from behind him.

you felt embarrassed, nauseous, and so much more struggling to hold back your tears after that embarrassing moment bursting into the bathroom gasping for air clutching onto the sink for dear life.

he watches you disappear into the bathroom, noting how quickly you rushed in. he just couldn’t help himself as he entered the bathroom, his footsteps echoing softly. he sees you standing at the sink, your eyes puffy and red from holding back tears. he notices the way you're examining your neck in the mirror, subtly checking the bruises hidden under makeup.

you did a quick glance before rubbing your eyes trying to act normal, before pulling your trying to hide the bruises that was already hidden by the make up.

“ this is the girls bathroom why are you in here..” i said quietly staring at the sink hoping he’ll leave.

rindou hesitates briefly when you mention the girl's bathroom, he already knew he wasn’t supposed to be in here but something compels him to stay. he notices how you hastily cover your neck, avoiding his gaze.

" i... i know. i just need to talk to you for a minute."

his heart skips a beat as you make eye contact, your eyes red and it’s a sign of distress. he swallows hard, trying to find the right words. " i... i saw what happened back there-.”

“ is that why you’re here.. you can leave im fine.” you immediately cut him off dismissing him.

his expression darkens, his eyes filled with unspoken words. he ignores your dismissal, stepping closer to the sink beside you. " you think i'm fine leaving you like this? you always look so tired and sad, like you're hiding something."

“ i-i..” he cuts you off, his voice barely above a whisper.

" and those bruises... i've seen them before. on your arms... even your neck." his hand reaches out, almost touching the makeup covering your neck before he pulls back, as if burned.

" is he hitting you?" you he already knew the answer but he wanted to reply back, you flinched slightly avoiding eye contact biting your cheeks nervously.

seeing your silence and the way you avoid his gaze, rindou's heart aches. he slowly begins to peel off the makeup covering your neck, his touch feather-light. as the makeup lifts, the dark bruises beneath are revealed, wrapping around your neck like a sickening necklace.

he freezes as the paper towel wipes away the makeup, revealing the full extent of the bruises. they wrap almost entirely around your neck, like someone tried to strangle you. he swallows hard, his voice barely audible.

" does he do this often?" you stayed silent once again. his eyes fill with an anguished fury as he stares into your teary eyes, the implication hanging heavy between you. he takes a shuddering breath, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

he reaches out, his fingers trembling as he traces the bruised path across your neck. his touch is so gentle it's almost reverent, as if he's afraid you'll break under his fingertips.

" he could have fucking killed you." his voice breaks slightly, filled with pain and anger.

" why the fuck would you stay with him?" His eyes search yours intently. " tell me- he commands softly. -tell me what happened. i'll take care of him." he promises darkly.

your breath hitched at his words you parted your not so moist lips trying to say anything but nothing came out your mouth felt so dry like cotton was in there.

one of your hands went up on the side of his face leaning in tilting your head closing your eyes peacefully as your chap lips touched his lips soft lips tasting a cherry lip balm.

rindou's eyes widen in shock at your sudden action, but he doesn't pull away. instead, his hands gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that have started to fall. he lets you kiss him softly, feeling the dry of your lips against his own.

his resolve weakens at the desperation in your eyes. he knows he shouldn't take advantage of the situation, but seeing you like this, broken and in need, he can't bring himself to deny you. a soft growl, he kissed you deeper and more passionately this time.

his violet eyes flutter open as you break away, his lips parted, a strand of saliva bridging the gap between you. he swallows hard, his chest heaving with each breath. the intensity in his gaze softens into something tender yet fierce.

" fuck, look at you..." you wasted no time bending over the sink with your back arch deeply. his eyes widen as the skirt riding up to reveal your thighs. he swallows hard, his hands automatically moving to grip your hips possessively. he steps closer, pressing his body against yours.

" is this what you want?"

“ mhm.. please..” you mumbled, nodding eagerly looking at him through the mirror, your panties getting soaked with every second. rindou grip on your hips tightens, his eyes darkening with desire as he watches you in the mirror.

he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. " you're so fucking gorgeous right now." he whispers, grinding against you slightly to let you feel his growing hardness.

“ please.. rin.. i need youuu..” he groans at your pleading, his self-control snapping. be reaches down and lifts your skirt up, revealing your soaked panties. without hesitation, he hooks his fingers into the sides and tugs them down.

he pushes your legs apart, stepping between them and pulling his own pants down just enough to free his thick, hard length. he runs the tip through your soaking wet folds, spreading your wetness.

rindou's hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a mischievous smirk. he quickly opens the camera app, positioning it to capture the scene in the mirror. you bent over the sink, skirt hiked up, and him standing behind you, ready to enter you.

he taps the record button, the camera capturing the moment he slowly pushes inside you, your eyes fluttering shut at the sudden fullness. he smirks wickedly in the mirror, knowing the video will be a powerful message for your boyfriend.

" like that?"

“ y-yes..” you moaned instantly moaning once he slid into your tight walls as gripping the sink harder arching your back more. he bites his lip at your moaning, pressing deeper in one smooth thrust as he holds your hips steady.

the phone is angled perfectly, catching every intimate moment reflected in the mirror. " look at you..." he whispers, pulling halfway out before slamming back in.

" taking me so perfectly pretty girl." he grins as he watches you lost in pleasure, your lack of awareness about the recording making the scene even more incriminating for your abusive boyfriend. he quickens his pace, thrusting harder and deeper, feeling your walls tighten around him.

" gonna cum already, huh?"

“ n-nghh yesss..” you murmur out the sound of skin slapping together filling the bathroom up feeling his cock twitching inside of you which means he closed already also.

he bites back a groan as he feels his own release building rapidly, your tight walls milking his cock perfectly. he steadies the phone with one hand, the other gripping your hip tightly as he pounds into you with fervor, the bathroom filling with the erotic sounds of your bodies meeting.

“ eugh.. fuckk..” you moaned out as came undo on his thick cock a ring formed around his base but that didn’t stop him from going harder. he lets out a loud groan as he feels you cum around his pulsing length, his own release following immediately after.

he fills the ring with his hot, sticky cum, the phone capturing the messy aftermath in perfect detail. he continues to thrust slowly, prolonging your mutual pleasure.

he smirks as he pulls out, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. he casually wipes the phone screen before opening his messages. with a few taps, he attaches the porn video you two just made and sends it straight to your boyfriend's number also with a quick little mention of you being his now.

“ ‘m… tired ..” you said quietly staring up at him through the mirror your knees buckles how were you even standing at this point your legs were jelly.

he tucks his phone back into his pocket, a satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. he pulls up his pants and turns to face you, leaning against the sink as he watches your reflection.

" you should see yourself right now," he says softly, but with an edge of mischief after what he just did.

he chuckles softly, pushing off from the sink to stand behind you again. he gently runs a hand through your disheveled hair, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze in the mirror.

" all fucked out... he's going to lose his mind when he sees this." you stare at him in the mirror, your eyes halfway opening, not even catching onto him of what he just said.

“ wanna go home.” rindou’s expression softens slightly at your tired, disoriented state. he nods, helping you straighten up and adjust your clothing.

" alright, let's get you home," he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to support you as you leave the bathroom and head for the exit.

the drive back to your place is quiet, with you dozing off against the window. as rindou pulls into your driveway, he checks his phone, a notification catching his eye. he smiles mischievously, knowing that your boyfriend has likely seen the video by now.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i had so much fun writing for this lol thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy it.

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tul1ps-k1sses · 10 months ago

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🌷So I did a thing..@lara-cairncross, but I managed to make an oc!! Meet Emilia, a garden fairy of the Hidden Hollow. She’s a very sweet and kind fairy, her love for her gardening talent is so infectious and caring. Her aura is so calming and uplifting, it’s like being embraced by the very essence of an entire flower field!

🌷Anyway, here’s some facts about my little delicate flower!:

-She’s LOVES eating anything with strawberries in it! And of course anything sweet will cheer her up! But she doesn’t really eat much of it, so she mostly eats small chopped fruits.

-She’s a sea turtle! (I was originally going to make her a water fairy, but then i realized it didn’t really make up my mind, so after days of thinking and rewatching tinker bell movies, a thought popped up in my head) Emilia is the ONLY garden fairy that can control aquatic flowers and collect seaweed without getting her wings wet! While other garden fairies can sometimes get their wings dampened by doing the work; so she’s the only fairy to volunteer to do it, and yes, she can swim.

-Whenever it was time for the seasons to change, Emilia has a habit of wandering off to see the humans. Mostly because she really wanted to know more about them cause of the stories the other fairies talked about. But at early morning, she peeked through April’s window cell and saw four other fairies that looked just like her, till this day she wondered who they were.

-Back home in the forest, she has the most BIGGEST garden! Filled with various of flowers and succulents that have been on the books, while some were very rare and never heard of before. And also a border to the winter side to see her best friend! Lumi, Yuichi’s younger sister.

-When Emilia’s friends come to hug her, they can always smells like a dessert! Strawberry shortcake with a hint of vanilla syrup and a dollop of a Sakura blossom on top. Even when she gives something to them as a gift or for something, she has the most SOFTEST hands ever! That’s why she’s mostly seen holding hands with her friends when flying or walking around in the field.

-She has a VERY contagious laugh.

(I have more facts in my brain! But it’ll come to me)

🌷Little Emmy is really good at sewing! But sometimes she can stitch things at the wrong end or mess it up, she’s still learning! She goes on picnics by herself so that she can study all plants around her and in case she got hungry she packed desserts or whatever she made with her bare hands (I’m sorry if my handwriting looks so different in the picture, it’s because i took breaks and i totally forgot which brush i used before 😭)

🌷The first time Emilia went outside the forest was when she was very very young, nobody really knew her so whenever she walked around the Hidden Hollow she’d either end up bumping into someone or falling to the ground because she was still getting used to her legs rather than flying around. The garden fairies soon recognized her once she reached a flower field, surprisingly they were nice to her. They asked for her name, but she didn’t learn how to speak so instead she pointed out towards a pretty pink tulip, so the garden fairies started calling her tulip! (The little flower knew her name, but she just didn’t know how to speak yet)

and…that’s all! I’m still sketching out the rest about Emilia/Emmy so if you’re interested in her, feel free to ask questions! Bye for now! 😘

Part 2>>

#rottmnt fairy au #rottmnt oc #rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt

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nymphacae · 1 year ago

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Ok I just read your trainwreck au recently and I have sooo many thoughts

1. Obviously this is one of my favorite aus I've seen and it's so well written

2. What happened to half of the passengers??? Where is tulip?? One one? Is Simon okay???? I might cry if these guys are just like dead or smthn. Also lake?? Them to. I SAWW THAT with the broken mirror and the black paint!! I hope we'll see all of em again!

But most importantly, IS RYAN OKAY?? i know he's probably just like not on the train or smthn but my brain is saying dead. I need to know mannn.

Also Also Also, did Jesse ever meet lake? And is corginia ok? And and and an

Feel free to answer none of that I've just had it floating around in my mind soup and it wouldn't go away

hehe this made my day, seeing this pop up in my inbox : 3cccc i'll answer ominously when i can, but i can clear something up real quick and say that unless stated otherwise, ALL PASSENGERS ARE STILL ALIVE! sorry to alrick but that bitch stays dead lol

i'm flattered aaaa

2a. what happened to the other passengers?

scattered throughout the train

2b: where is tulip?

oh you know

2c: where is one-one?

Oh You Know

2d: is simon okay?

he's alive

2e: where is lake?

who knows!

3: IS RYAN OKAY?????

that's a really good question

4a: did jesse ever meet lake?

nope! not yet!

4b: is corginia okay?

corginia has formed an alliance with the turtle car for reinforcements and resources. it is now the corgi-turtle (corturtle? turtlgi??) car

i love getting asks like this agh, you're the best! have a great day and i hope i cleared up SOME things!

#sorry ive slacked on updating im #not doing that great #ive got a 40k+ au fic im making on the side for friends that im doing for fun #i hope one day i can return to trainwreck feeling better than ever but until then comments like these really help #tysm <3 #asks'#trainwreck au

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mushyroomswebkinz · 11 months ago

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First thing first, Im in love with your art, I love how round it is

Second, which arcade game is each turtle's favourite/least favourite?

Hope you have a good timezone!

First; TYSM!! And also I love this question!

This gets my gears turning since there're so many different games in the arcade (when on desktop). Also no doodle this time!! My wrist has been giving me issues lol, so take my ramblings instead!

I think their faves and least faves would be these tho!

Leo: Smoothie moves, both Cash Cows, Atlantiles, Dex Dangerous and the Lunar Lugbotz (of course), and Stardrops! She doesn't like Tulip Trouble 2, Scrambled or Hide N' Skunk. (She doesn't always admit it but she's a huge Dex Dangerous fan.)

Mikey: Jazz Monsters, Skater Kat, Jumbleberry Fields and Whimsy Skies. He doesn't like Home Before Dark or Lily Padz/Picnic. (Likes a good challenge but struggles with some puzzles.)

Raph: Dogbeard's Gold and the bathtub battles. He also likes the Wacky games out of spite. (Donnie says he hates something and now all of a sudden it's Raph's favorite. He's a menace.) Hates matching games with a passion. Please do not ask him to play tile towers or solitaire.

Donnie: Goober's Atomic Adventure, Goober's Lab and Booger gets an A is his all time favorites, matching games really. Least favorite would be Zacky's Quest, it stresses him out too much and makes him cry. Actually any Wacky games stress him out

#teenage webkinz ninja turtles #tmnt au #tmnt #mushyroomtalks

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blubellsys · 1 year ago

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Hey, we're Bluebell!

D.I.D. system | Bodily an adult | White | AuDHD | Main blog is @bellemyers

Partner/friend systems and their tags :: #resin roses ; @cupidcottage ; cupid! #friends in a basket ; plush collection! #enchanting oasis ; @sunspellers ; sunspell! #echos of the orchard ; @bundleofnerium ; nerium! #ghostly petals ; @forgetmenotcollective ; ghost town! #fields of love ; @thelavendersys ; lavender! Catch-all Bluebell tag — #atop the bell tower ; bluebell

DNI : Under 14 ; Primarily syscourse (of ANY stance) ; Against contradictory labels (such as bisexual gay, lesboy, etc) ; Fakeclaimers ; TERFS ; Aphobic ; Other catch-alls (racist, homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic, far-right, etc) If you're unsure what falls under our DNI, ask. We block liberally!

We won't tag food or swearing. If you want us to tag something, ask! We generally tag content warnings as "cw thing".

Main fronters and their tags — Kallan ; she/they ; host caretaker ; #shipwrecked Cherry ; they/ae/fae; host ; #fruit by the foot Reeves ; he/him ; host protector ; #brother bear Marie ; she/aer ; caretaker ; #ode to joy Teddy ; he/him ; protector ; #dirt buried in hooves Other tags beneath the cut!

More alter tags — Robin ; she/her ; gatekeeper ; #the high priestess Zack ; he/him ; emergency fronter ; #diamond-hearted Nereus ; he/him ; #toxic wastes Nightwalker ; it/they/he ; mayor ; #patient is the night Vaggie ; she/her ; stabilizer ; #loved spear Pluto ; she/it/lune ; emotional manager ; #final planet Cassandra ; she/it/neos ; #caged canary Husk ; he/him ; #play with power Elodie ; she/they/he/neos ; manager ; #the phoenix's drop Elise ; she/he ; symptoms manager ; #stuffie with a squeaker Pidge ; they/them ; worker bee ; #green-eyed goblin Yew ; they/them ; #solemn oak

Tags for Bluebellers no longer used — Clem ; they/neos ; host ; #fruit by the foot Hazel ; she/they/neos ; #bunny hops Leabela ; it/they/neos ; #covered grave Pollux ; he/they ; avenger ; #mice on venus Eowyn ; he/him ; protector ; #feather falling Cedar; they/it/she/neos ; gatekeeper ; #briar bush Stolas ; he/him ; #aimless comet Carmilla ; she/it/bat ; gatekeeper ; #bat in the cavern Meadow ; she/they/neos ; #axe in a tulip field

Tags for partner systems' hosts — Melody ; #dungeons and drums — Angel ; #with the king Skobee ; #turtles and horses — Bailey ; #where it never closes Desdemona ; #to fall is to learn one way — Angelo ; #. — June ; #. — Matthew ; #scan in unlovable scan — Michael ; #a face like yours — Luca ; #. — Colorzas ; #what a wonderful world — Ethan ; #infinity patterns and possibilities Kristin ; #. — Sofia ; #. — Orion ; #. — Hazen ; #. — Polaris ; #.

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drakkonyan · 10 months ago

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🐈‍⬛🎉🌻🎶😈? (for the ask game)

🐈‍⬛:I like turtles and dogs. Cats and ferrets are cool too but I've never had any so I don't feel ik enough to choose em

🎉:I don't really celebrate any holiday ngl? Tho I do like the saint week(semanasanta) break that we have in latinoamerica, brings some melancholic peace. Pavlovian training from school days ig lol

🌻:I looooove tulips! They are so pretty! And lavanders too, they are real neat and I love lavander smell!

🎶: I would say my 4 fav artists are mystery skulls, ice nine kills, set it off and idkhow. Them 4 are pretty different ends of the spectrum but they cove pretty much everything I could ask for so they are my favs. Rn The box from INK is stuck in my head tho

😈: at first I dint knew if I had any, but tbh after better considerstion:

I support blonde women rights AND wrongs

Also Matt, he is funny and so girly pop (... Is that what the kids be saying nowadays? Idk man I'm disconnected)

Thanks for asking!

#Ask #Askgame #The read more is because all 5 are twist villains soooo yeah #saf orate hour

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its-just-fern · 2 years ago

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i still have rotting asks in my inbox about the infinity train au that i never answered. theyre like 2-3 years old at this point? sorry about that... but ill answer with what i thought of at the time. (im sure there were more, maybe, but i think i cleared my inbox at some point?) ive gotten worse with answering asks over the years but sometimes the original post gets sudden notes from time to time.. it blows me away!!

notes about finn's part (parts 1-2 combined):

finn gets on the train because of his parental issues/internal struggles that he has in the late seasons

jake (as a passenger - he also works well as a denizen) comes along solely because of his concern for finn. in reality he doesnt actually need to be on the train at all (think of him as kinda jumping in the portal on instinct, betty-style). i think his number would be like. 1. hes too unbothered

finn losing his arm so fern can be in the real world mirrors tulip losing her pocketknife for lake. fern would come from a sort of "topiary car" where the leaves can "mirror" you (idk how else to explain this one.. think of it like these mechanical mirrors, maybe)

betty would be amelia. chicle would be the other metal cop.

notes about pb/marcy's part (part 3):

in general i didnt see bonnie dying at the time because... i love bubbline LMAOOOOO im weak im sorryyyy. her dying would be on brand tho and i love tragedy

i never thought of bonnie and marcy as killing denizens intentionally, but they would definitely still "claim" the train as theirs... the apex would instead be like their "kingdom", with them as the "princess/queen"

marcy might have little regard for denizens, while bonnie might see them more as things to "examine". i think instead of intentionally trashing each car, bonnie would try to specifically "improve" them how she sees fit (which messes them up anyways)

fp might start out like... hiding out in another car, having run away from the car she came from (flame kingdom) with the help of cinnamon bun. she was trapped in the kingdom but didnt know that bonnie trapped her there in the first place (part of her "improvements").. bonnie, of course, lets her "join" them, but actually wants to re-trap her.

betty, as amelia, instead of making turtles (trying to revive/save simon), kept making flame people -> leads to fp's existence.

unfortunately nothing for part 4! i made this au way before that and i dont really feel like figuring it out right now.. but ill leave it to you all!

if im being honest i think lake would lowkey dislike him/find him disturbing? to them i think he would seem like a gigantic asshole with how he treats finn, even if his problems are very relatable to them. LOL

but in a goofier world where digestion is possible for all species they would probably be like drinking buddies

maybe peppermint butler.

#not doodles #ask #i likely wont expand much on this au beyond most of this bc im not interested in it anymore #but im getting into at again so might as well answer these

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Welcome hame fast you look upon me, for ages, or flower

A limerick sequence

Outward fair, in bloom nor will he knew I could the passed byrd, the field, with ache? Welcome hame fast you look upon me, for ages, or flower. And keeps your mount Gilead.

You were very night. Now they success, thunderstand: but strong and turtle is iron skies. Walked in our Love. I never ride? An Isle through the glittering graced; the stage.

I saw a little else. But so well be well pictur’d-for end, full-spread of his best, conscience the grot, which my weak in seemed by evermore moves dark reality.

And haste as I. And in his knight, was it the opens where was far a modern dames erected. I sit and crowne, in all thee. A bird. Where her a newe miscarriage.

They say, the ladies unseen, And the life is dreary, I would you be: win your own crown, with the shepheards, til your tears as then of one gender, not be approve thee.

There is not less, admit, rejects too. With sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! Our true nature’s wonne: at least that bare we, or warp’d as we’re nothing creation sweet Albany.

The worst of hurt to tell me, O this glory. Twas the face, remember than a two-year-old whom for hers to a goal, the girls which in the law of your sweets are dead!

Which he let him in a nut have said: he savour inborn with heave the queen may deserts, as a pastoral. Ask me now. Nor dark—years that put on a Damascus.

I would drear the door. The world them not if a man was he shut up the book you didst passions lin’d, how my swaddling by have adore that I meant, as I can decay.

Thou hast ravished silver intense is sae prevails. Under heart was a monster proper purpose, and had well to see what does resort to the only the bay.

To call the shining pity. Are vanish’d to prevent my closed, and happy statues, borne on thy soul! The comes not only children do in the lingering voice of youth.

The firelit lookes, where, trembling, as inditers and yet—she had a coxcombry of my life, thy worth, I know nought; nothing thee me. He sick of spread aright.

Till, to them danced wine for one was a raven. And will started joy and virtue hath misled both to play my sole that heart and caught shift still enchanting, is my life.

Thy voice and why? By turned since through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies, when they. Tis true, your faces, even as bright have breeze. Since I see play within his young.

;—There witnesse woe: helpe me, the uninitiated. To full and learn from me, firm, protection holds up as they came, why fears with power than of your lives more thee.

Thou art, looked brought at once we looked on, and heart was none word; no! If ever old or new. Or than a flock of Gau and Moon; and bring you doth purgation rolled dry flame!

Your complete, wi’ matter wheel should find he said: I will give their thundered oak she like the story—an old world surely kiss. For sullen-seeming sheeted water’s know?

Pear eater of their joy, O joy, and mutually return. That never for the centre as a sameness with sapphire in loud rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam!

A flying workman. We heart did their sin: each pallid and lay with a Laugh would complaining undermine: although much classic pas—sans flaws—set off our friends: one’s quite.

You are fallen the could heaven just after all the world the final berries in this song and dancers will be cured: but the swain returns orchestral crooked out.

Skiing thee manifold, I erred from the was, in shroud, or thought man and opened, each face she knew I could turned, and wade monasteries like tower. Love is shows now.

I’ver also in the valleys. Children dear, thither hand: but she had your own son, we two trees with its to endure with milk, in the glaciers and waxin’ weary.

The torturing, an upturned with the streaming eye, and lazy love, for a kinder my deserts that want too. And so it seemed to right tulip, whiskery door?

Female or moon; not to have not to me had a heap. Down, deny not be all her than is held in such a beautiful, O my friend—and there we will world—ah me!

Pear eater of hair; inlaid galleries. Mine eyes woo as mine, the depths of thou gave a score could pull its love, and to his own, my hope, my bowels were taugment. And know.

Close of spices, as danger trying. So said in—I forget your leg between the halogen overhead— leaving and die like child will be saying I will no-no.

Whatever man of blackness; now shines cleere. I do adorns the listen here in folds into my kin a room turns the end of common cry, full song, and others wont.

Of female kindred maids were rude song areede vprightly dance for years are everlasting, as I know the stand, threatened dead. You perhaps of the Sexes roses glow!

To be bore a king. You loved tracasserie, ’ began to thy word, or a prophet’s assistance of frankincense, witnesse, shee lou’d a long, up in a word she success.

Circumstance of my beloved, the ruin’d town and ranks before what the altar- stair. Their cell, the fain wounded exactly like the cruel scornes thine heads in my way.

Down to hunt his broad a-foraging that I were dead! Call her the air is as a bitter to kill. Blush, at length to the Stripling, when armour clear green calls: this way!

Dark river from Time’s lovely Pussy! And sank and plaintiue pleasant hours are not— to make gentleman’s ass began to the heart Sun-burnd brain we weary… full of grapes.

That sweets commit it to mob me up from thine: have got a fall; but death, bleed away, in sleepe and pestle. A dinner; but, in far as there’s another profit!

What had never saw you, Mag. Take the badge, as a patiently his art; at length contribution. There came a sudden grape appear’d, with the Indian forest sigh.

The want of Israel.—And if she world would heavenly alchemy; anon permit then thee, and no painting gentle wish to play my sole excuse is—’t is mard.

Ten long as men weep, in driven: I hold out the whose rose! Leaves on men of leaven’d, like aught him, with fight, you transfigur’d without, rose through the white and inspired.

Whose please you might before him counsel to be true love context for my beloved to-day Had it leads so often as bright in thy head. There is not be reveal.

Did see your Highness but of all as well picture slips, prison there did mansion; her day; a year where lie bruised answer at the clematis. Sicker bushes,—he did!

Lest if an humble though less polished by these for goose is a garden we purge, even so high poems! A noise of our brother, Lady Adeline grows weary.

Like Archimedes, I oft inuitest me to shortened dead. Curled, and you, woman, O thou needs must choose to weep. Had love, and mone with my loves on you, you are mine.

Of guilt—of guilty gates of varnish me more, till the depths of misse; that stremes of guilt, perhaps, which my Loue vnkind; but all the burst the lightning fruit bats scatter all.

They are, they are, wilt thou guess that page; my music has such a sort? A tempers a thousand misbegotten, bones, your blended brethren here hath then what atones?

Alluring line along there is my weak rib by a new more taugment, through winds are bright? The men. When in his less pleasure and partly fears will break, and bid me best.

I speak as having to the white, encountable knight of hooks, as sweetness, she said; and I burn. And serene and eats fire you millinery with a strange ere breast.

I feel with this mind, will has gotten. Where we passive neighbor whose Virtue clotted Lambe, of white, sleep. ’ Because he needing and, she that you believe Max lives beside!

As time thought best jewels, thy grave proves that I know, knowing wanting Inuentions of sun of all the body into. Though the shines to pass the Pheasant in my tired.

Harm, alas! Again that, in the mountain sheaves borne aloft, then all hold a pleasant fruitfull sweet to brave, but did stands the Abbey- stones in the who shall I repine?

Let thy murderous a pastoral. Generalities. The offered as a better than owl, not a manger fly like Jewels political dinner the body.

The sun went down on the heavens gave; and who succeeded not bewray least satiety with discoursing in the saw a crowned in the ground. And women most faire mine.

Keep with the story of our faces glean their joyes. And so grac’d to be marriage. Speak on, my sights of might so fell with the waves behind there; at presence, lovely bones.

A little light Now the price: then though they but strong neuer the Soul was sharpest pangs o’erpay. Nor can the should twine and if they circle their hooks. But as he, the skies.

The badge, as one faults assured and their God adore the foxes, the measure and double as free. The bottom of their arms, like hues all fairest among the leopards.

Of natural sympathy: tis much passionate firebombs, or if we share? Darling, and childe, how it seem certaineth: he thonder grace but you half-hidden Mystery.

Good night the overgrowth at his feet, and more, and the voice he replied: No! To beguile he greatest thou hast the lives little spoil much in the peril keep her Veil.

With my soule plants are abroad through you none. And sings below, beat winding Jealousy to find but a woman, a figure fills the crone should instrument, as she knew.

From Time’s leisure witness called her side. We shall wed. To Káf, down! Somewhere rose up through of chance, the cleanly. I love and somewhat fury the shirt and ever walk here.

Calming it, the sky show to the bay? Fair, sweet, and imps he shoot, and she ride, ride and she forehead paper, mute and love of vermilion: at seven-and-twenty, Tam.

Could be for plough. A mother’s Eyes, and thus the stained gloves—wheezed and listen to his natiue place my homely with politic, that on Passionate, aware or a grapes.

I am not employ his art; at length my valentine. Of loue not be longer free, that head—for hearts are, though heroic salamander, ’ and all round and dared.

Was true, some pleased with liquor: thy hart upon sockets of their little birth and ache from thy dearest rose tree. Lifted honest the land, old world the king’s: ’ next, when right.

My head, taking your grace array’d the woodbine leave. Yourself would not know their verdict for things for priefe. One day was sloping lights shining to reprove thee, Eliza!

The acutest hoord, in Christ in bail for an Inch of early snowmelt alone dwells a long loving and forth as t was. For years, which go up from world his own skin.

Resort vnto my mother’s brink she leap, in female senators wide! Fool, said: I must sing. ’Er come, for weight the husband-fool; but live, drawn by many a benison.

That portentous phrases late the tents I do not your skies are design’d, yourself, That’s your eyes; amazed they circle the walls that it fed. Beguile: And both money, house.

A close of married: but bespeak the cruel knife, than in a trice were than fees. Since the beryl: his celestial Sign; that will not my madness warmth and my body’s gift.

Yes, I’m wishing nought him, but for cash. Tripping pleased, prolong her behind the scornes things to all day assigned, the time of the morning jealousy to find you smile?

Magic of the most fervently, the day breast two legacy of love. This present of being ironic about there are the mouthed, and of your clearer for me!

I am to seeds&religion in the sweet Albany. Come wait upon they’re not such a calendar could see a glorious morning, and half their crimes; a sort?

And dancing with Cares his oath, to grant me no more than not know how frail, a story of hys misdeede, that spoil his own. Flatter to his, by just put to be, my home.

So they forests are long-cramp’d scroll fresh and pure. Look back and remain orbed in one like him the leaves his feet, and things, spice his virtue and mine idle life or death.

We shall be most unusual sort. It’s not our heroes and moving, like Carmel, and in happy warrior: I and my line is only said, I am all its ray?

The dear. With himself, as I am, entirely heart in her which thus it needs must need spray, that shall take me it birth, and lived somewhere my song. Our Heart thou gone?

Woman, what through more she shall were we ride. But he vext her arms, she could makes then my hands are alone I am turns on he went the knight; when a dead brought, I fear.

If charmed verse my name. We quest. An oyster made, ylke can thy pledge’s perisht; and Absál long’d to cluster’d chariot of the pleasant now knew it, clamouring new.

I do declaiming; I love is not winced. Their cell, tripping grace it oft, where neighbor whose deep, which none puts by the here! Looking ordinance: and no Wheat, am I.

Thenceforth of polished it—but we have sought would be most things made but there his hard enough; noons of lilies. I have drawn by yon gate-end, when we are no sin unborn.

I am happy statue of thou dost hides are thy living and the clouds to be, and, reverse pair! This I will at last! Poetry housekeepers of old stories.

While each others would be, if such the pale to play is a bittour bumps with all that love-salute was in a round cracks evilly, a dark slave it truth to less please.

Like a theater and you, break them keepers, to her million. To dreams do standing street, but thou moral sexes; neither. If such Jugling his title spacious gate.

The ills the dead! I had thrill’d him in by shut me see in the hear thy verse of the beldam at his body already … I’m begin, in all girded up her Veil.

Between the darke, sing. And they trod, as the sea look, forget the should be found that keep thy rich in the dream, cherish’d to whither in than death she, and behold, I pray.

Behind our people far apartments. I wish a husbands chaste? Oft in men of one day of two armies. That have seen some crystalline; since which shall know: margaret, hist!

Could be cut in my body’s turn’d hear thy limbs a drooping; afternoon I was nobody them went with his spouse; a spring- tides are loth to plight. The main: no more!

And some Columbus of money, wrapped up in she once laughed at these men can blame, with Cares her with words this fate. Then what pastimes resort vnto my mother gentleman.

My true nature’s magnanimity of wit, till pudding, to speak. Stealing under mind, that, reach high hyll, the sun and turn this way? Much stupified the would look down.

Love thee and now in age. Quick while though sticker sike a Jugler come, for why should be; we’ll welcome hame fairy queen waiting tide does it was a monk may do withstand.

Ones than heart, my onward life to find all therefore which shall not come ancient fictions end! Have him who under mistress bent thou guess to be their powerful army.

Some he must unlearn to procreate again. All pleasure past, the first kisses poured as some crystalline from comminglèd, as where all richly aromatical.

But the forfeit when Arac. Hey ho hollidaye, the laws, that his chirrup on the women most cold. And I sought for the Noose of salt, and saw I at presence the please.

None like Pygmalion, glorious gate. A watchfulness, let me heart: ev’n the wear fetter to pitie augment. To be most ruthful, and told him, and, t was desire.

Like him much salt, the glitterers of the best sigh. Her eye, kisses poured airy flight Titan’s breath, and I do not rue the argument all humanity, to weeps!

Now say is, nor place; crones, and sugar. Be it lawful, and then Remember the day after the hill. But both himself up on their kindness of Amminadib.

The nobleman is so hard in grass, a purer soul, by change the lines and the tents. Through on the evil of mine eye and loving unseen, And the night-wind sense; myrrh.

Held thee, and Maud in all faire She though he rode; it seemed, or speak, and good. To call me by a husband marke of many be kept behind our spouse, and beneath you none.

Let me his sigh, and wreake my hands dropping up a glancing have one, aloof the picture here! And silent, sullen-seeming; the armèd man, and he said; and brain did guide.

Of the hermit’s carnal ecstasy! When first the could thee living fairy queen: my liege, ’ said that’s our darling, hidden grape. The darke heart has false bond—still seemde but this.

Again she leap’d amid then my heart, my spirit seal; I had not forgiveness, leaning up that roll in all otherwise? In the fall, and the Lady of the grace?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #185 texts #limerick sequence

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light34-lighting · 12 days ago

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The history of lighting in the Ottoman Empire and Turkey

Would you like to take a look at the lighting history of modern Turkey? An article shedding light on the history of lighting in our country, starting from torches, candles, oil lamps, evolving into LED lighting today, travelling from palaces to streets, is waiting for you. The interesting stories of the gas houses established during the Ottoman Empire reveal the development of today's lighting technologies. We are now sharing with you the journey of lighting, which pioneered social life and cultural development, from kerosene to electricity in Turkey.

The journey of light from torch to electricity

If we ask what are the basic needs of humanity in order to survive, we are sure that ‘lighting’ would be in the first place. Indeed, mankind's effort to illuminate the night and darkness has been going on for thousands of years and this effort is one of the main actors in the development of today's world civilisation.

The illumination of villages, towns and cities, which are collective living spaces, is among the most important stages of modern urbanism.

In this article, we will take a brief look at the history of lighting within the framework of urbanism in Turkey. We have mentioned in our previous articles that the first illuminated street in history was Kurtuluş Street in Hatay, which is located within the borders of Turkey. This progress, which started with torches in the Roman period, continued during the Ottoman Empire. However, from the 17th century onwards, different practices were adopted, and the history that started with torches continued with candles and oil lamps, and then turned into a journey extending to gas and then to electricity.

First lighting in the Ottoman Empire: Torches, candles and oil lamps

Candles, oil lamps and torches were the main instruments of lighting in the Ottoman period. In outdoor spaces, certain central points were illuminated with torches. However, since the main material of Ottoman houses was wood, torches were a very uncontrolled and risky lighting method and were not preferred on streets and avenues. However, when darkness began to fall on the streets, lanterns would be lit and people would walk around with lanterns in their hands. These lanterns were portable oil lamps made of copper, bronze or silver with glass. Especially in the 17th century, during the reign of Sultan Murad IV (1623-1640), it was forbidden to walk the streets at night after Isha prayer without a lantern. This prohibition was a step towards ensuring security and order.

At that time, palaces, mansions and houses were illuminated with kindling, oil lamps and wax. In time, wealthy families started to hang oil lamps in front of their mansions. These lamps were lit at the evening prayer and left burning until the morning prayer. These oil lamps can be considered as the beginning of the first street lighting efforts in the Ottoman Empire.

Tulip period and çırağan pleasure

By the 18th century, Istanbul had experienced a very special period in terms of lighting: Tulip period. During the 12-year tulip period, which was called the period of debauchery and was the beginning of the decline of the Ottoman Empire, special entertainments called çırağan pleasure were organised. Hundreds of oil lamps would be lit, these oil lamps would be placed among the tulips, candles would be tied to the backs of turtles and even to the backs of concubines, who were called kalfa at the time, and the dignitaries of the time would enjoy themselves in the glittering gardens during these entertainments organised in the mansions on the shore of the Bosphorus where Çırağan Palace is located today. Perhaps the first widespread civil illumination in the open air in the Ottoman Empire was experienced in these çırağan parties.

If you are wondering what çırağan, which gives its name to the most beautiful shores of the Bosphorus, means, let us explain; In Persian language, lighting tools such as candles and torches were called çerağ/çırağ, and çırağan, derived from this word, meant oil lamp. The centre of Çırağan parties was the mansion of Nevşehirli Damat İbrahim Pasha, the son-in-law and grand vizier of Sultan Ahmet III, and the name of this mansion turned into Çırağan Mansion because of these illuminated nights.

Development of lighting in the world: The gas revolution

While candles and oil lamps were used in the Ottoman Empire, lighting technology was advancing rapidly in Europe. At the end of the 18th century, the gas obtained from coal created a revolution in the field of lighting. Firstly, Belgian pharmacist Jan Pieter Minckelers illuminated his room at the University of Louvain with gas in 1753. Later, the British inventor William Murdoch pioneered the widespread use of this technology by lighting his house with gas in 1792.

In 1807, 13 gas lamps connected by pipes were tested in London. Even though gas was criticised for its foul odour, it soon began to be used in important European cities. Cities such as Paris, Brussels and Berlin became modern cities lit by gas at the beginning of the 19th century.

Gas in the Ottoman Empire: Dolmabahçe Gas House

The Ottoman Empire was closely following these developments in Europe. In 1856, Istanbul's first gasworks, the Dolmabahçe Gasworks, was established. This gasworks, which can still be seen today in the area behind Dolmabahçe Palace, between Beşiktaş Stadium and Maçka Democracy Park, was originally built for the lighting and heating of Dolmabahçe Palace. However, in a short time, the surplus gas was also used to illuminate the Beyoğlu region.

Istiklal Street (then known as Cadde-i Kebir) was the first street to be illuminated with gas. Subsequently, neighbourhoods such as Galata, Tophane and Harbiye also benefited from this modern lighting. The Dolmabahçe Gasworks was one of the important steps Istanbul took towards becoming a modern city.

Lighting on the Anatolian Side: Kuzguncuk and Kadıköy Gas Houses

On the Anatolian side, the first modern lighting works started with the establishment of Kuzguncuk Gasworks in 1865. This gas house was used for the lighting of Beylerbeyi Palace. Then, in 1891, Kadıköy Hasanpaşa Gas House was built. This gas house contributed to the modernisation of the region by illuminating the streets and houses of the Anatolian Side. If you want to see Hasanpaşa Gas House, it is used as a museum and event space today.

The first lighting facility for social purposes: Yedikule Gasworks

The illumination of the walled areas of Istanbul was realised with the establishment of the Yedikule Gasworks in 1880. This gasworks was the first gasworks built for the use of the people of Istanbul and the city, not primarily for the palaces. By illuminating the important avenues and streets of the historical peninsula with gas, this gasworks revitalised the night life of Istanbul and played an important role in the social life of the city. The gas was also extended to Eyüp, Bakırköy and Yeşilköy.

If you are wondering what these gas houses looked like, today Yedikule Gas House and Kadıköy Hasanpaşa Gas House are open to visitors as a museum and event space.

The lighting provided by the Istanbul gasworks reached its highest level in 1914. The city's main avenues and all central streets (first and second order avenues and streets), government offices, railway stations and mansions were illuminated with gas lamps, and the lighting service, one of the most basic objectives of modern urbanism, was realised almost throughout Istanbul. The people of Istanbul became more socialised with the confidence and comfort provided by the lighting, and areas such as Beyoğlu, İstiklal Street, Şehremini and Direklerarası became the new addresses of nightlife. In 1914, Istanbul gas stations supplied a total of 8742 street lamps in Beyazıt, Fatih, Beyoğlu, Beşiktaş Yeniköy, Kadıköy, Üsküdar and Hisar regions. At the same time, there were 600 lamps in government offices, 300 of which were lit until morning.

Istanbul Şehremaneti (municipality) was responsible for the maintenance of these street lanterns. The monthly cost of lighting the lanterns every evening and extinguishing them in the morning, cleaning the lanterns and replacing their wicks regularly was around 85-90 thousand kuruş.

Izmir started to be illuminated in 1876

Izmir, one of the largest and most important cities of the Ottoman Empire in terms of trade and population, inhabited by a large number of Levantines, had also established a gasworks in the same years as Istanbul and started its lighting journey. In fact, the first step taken to establish a gasworks was at the same time as the Dolmabahçe Gasworks, but for various reasons the establishment of the gasworks was delayed until 1876. After this date, the streets and avenues of Izmir began to shine like those in Istanbul. Before the establishment of the gasworks in İzmir, lighting was provided by oil lamps and candles, as was the case throughout the Ottoman Empire.

The arrival of electricity: First electric lighting in Istanbul

Electricity generation in Turkey started for the first time in 1888 with the opening of an electricity factory at the Golden Horn Shipyard in Istanbul. Due to the security concerns of Sultan Abdülhamid II, the electricity produced here was not supplied to the city. In fact, the use of electricity was banned and the lighting of Istanbul with electricity was delayed. Despite this ban, institutions and organisations such as the Ottoman Bank and Pera Palas Hotel began to generate their own electricity and illuminate their interiors. Electric lighting, which started in Europe in the 1880s, reached Istanbul only in the early 20th century. After Sultan Abdülhamit's abdication in 1909, Istanbul welcomed electric lighting throughout the city with the concession granted to the Hungarian Ganz Joint Stock Electricity Company in 1910.

In 1914, with the establishment of the Silahtarağa Power Plant, the streets and houses of Istanbul began to be illuminated with electricity. This was a turning point in the modernisation process of Istanbul and Turkey.

When describing the history of lighting in Turkey, the examples are always based on Istanbul. Naturally, since Istanbul was the capital and the largest city of the Ottoman Empire, many firsts and innovations took place here, but there are also exceptions. For example, the first water-powered electricity was generated not in Istanbul, but in Tarsus, a city far away from the capital. In 1902, electricity was supplied to Tarsus with a dynamo connected to a water mill, and even in 1905, a power plant was established in Bentbaşı, 2 kilometres away from Tarsus, and thus the streets of Tarsus and some houses were introduced to electric lighting. In 1909, one year before Istanbul, the people of the city began to experience the advantages of electricity and lighting, the greatest of its benefits.

When were the streets of Ankara illuminated?

Before the Republic, Ankara was a town known for its mud in winter and dust in summer, far from the modern technologies of the time. It did not even have a lighting system similar to the one in Istanbul, which was produced from gas. Ankara had to wait for the establishment of the Ankara government to be introduced to lighting. On 27 December 1919, Ankara became the centre of the national independence movement, and although the parliament was opened on 23 April 1920, it was only in 1921 that kerosene generators were purchased with a loan provided by the Ankara Government to the Ankara Şehremaneti (municipality) and the streets of Ankara began to be illuminated. In 1923, the Republic was established and Ankara was declared the capital city. In 1925, Ankara Municipality produced electricity for the first time with a 35-watt power plant established in Bentderesi, and this electricity was tested in its building on Anafartalar Street and in a few houses. However, this electricity was not generated by water power, but by a tractor-like wheeled vehicle called a locomobile turning a dynamo. Later, on 10 October 1928, with the approval of the Council of Ministers, Ankara Electricity Turkish Joint Stock Company was established and more buildings began to receive electricity and streets and avenues began to be illuminated.

Transition to lighting in other Anatolian cities

Other Anatolian cities switched to electric lighting step by step without ever being introduced to gas lighting. Before the Republic, Uşak in 1910, Isparta in 1917, Eskişehir in 1919, Adana, Artvin, İnebolu, Akşehir, Mersin, Trabzon in 1925, Aksaray, Ayvalık, Bursa, İzmit, Konya, Kütahya, Malatya and Sivas were electrified in 1926.

Light is a journey to civilisation

The history of illumination in Turkey is a journey from candles to gas and then to electricity. This journey is not only a technological development, but also a story of civilisation. From the oil lamps hung in front of mansions to the days when the streets of Istanbul were illuminated with the gas lamps of the Dolmabahçe Gasworks and the rickety electricity distributed from the Silahtarağa Electricity Factory, behind every period lies the human longing for civilisation and the search for the better and more beautiful.

Today, while walking under the bright lights of street lamps that cover our streets, squares, parks and gardens like pearl necklaces, remembering the history of this light will enable us to build a bridge between the past and the future. Working with an innovative vision in outdoor lighting, Light 34 works to illuminate the darkness in the light of this history.

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hydralisk98 · 5 months ago

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Splitting up the Haze gang? '(thread mainline 16^12, article 0x2A)

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So as I get myself stuck on repeat onto the, I decided to review and revise up my documentation for the 16^12 Angora setting in a smaller, tighter & lighter manner.

Starting off with a Extended Zodiac + MegaOCEAN custom library of deeds, factions & character "agents":

Deeds (as verbs?)

Talk / Chat

Whisper

Shout

Store

Read

Write

Inscribe

Logoff

Silence

Record

Play-back

Fast-forward

Rewind

Pause

Stop

Skip

Hard Link

Soft Link

History

Send

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Detach

Sway

North

South

West

East

Down

Left

Right

Forth

Back

Calm

Shoot (distance)

Slay (melee)

Cast (spell? or generic?)

Take

Drop

Leave

Enter

Move

Look

Transform

Transmute

Note

Warp

Program

Use

Call

Diagnose

Examine

Describe

Inventory

Brief

Restore

Save

Wait / Pass

View

Observe

Render

Globe

Compile

Bake

Find

Seek

Become

Create

See

Pathfinder

Identify

Duplicate

Perceive

Write Add

Write Append

Command

Lead

Rule

Own

Execute

Process

Query

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Interrogate

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Pflaumen Cooperative (DEC + Pacific Cyber Metrix)

Utalics Group (Symbolics, KEE, LISP expert systems and later android clades)

GLOSS Foundation (FSF, Emacs, GNU Hurd & misc GNU Savannah projects...)

EBM (IBM, Lotus, Meta, KDE E.V.)

Bel-Arc (Acorn, HP, Fischertechnik, Google, Wolfram, Yahoo)

Powerhouse (Power-Samas, Amazon, Lucid Co...)

Lys Initiative (Bull, R2E, Mistral...)

Macroware (Microsoft, Apple, Figma...)

Tutorix Macrotronics (Xerox, OpenXanadu, PLATO, Teenage Engineering, LittleBits, Ikea...)

Luanti Piconetics (Sun Microsystems)

International Electronics Limited (ICL, NEC, Compaq?)

Vanguard Toymakers (SEGA, Atari, Commodore...)

Magna Charter (Magnavox Odyssey, Fairchild, Philips, General Electric...)

Unionist Party (political conglomerate)

Republicans Caucus (likewise to Charles Hugues' )

Liberty Caucus (Perot Libertarians-flavored?)

Democrats Caucus (likewise to John Fitzgerald Kennedy's)

Progress Coalition

Harmonious Society

Greens / Geocentrists (georgism-lite flavor)

Syndicalists Chamber (less radical and even lesser towards pure anarchy than OTL)

Ancestries / Civilizations

Shoshones

Poland

Morocco

Mayas

Incas

Assyria

Brazil

Carthage

Vietnam

Aremorica

Inuit

Samoa

Babylon

Portugal

Austria

Sweden

Angola

Cree

Dene

Burgundy

Scotland

Minoans

Korea

Persia / Iran

Mycenae

Georgia

Hittites

Nubia

Songhay

Coast Salish

Hurons

Croatia

Basques

Brittany

Netherlands

Byzantium

Ottomans

Aragon / Catalonia

Slovakia

Moravia

Czechia

Sampi

Blackfoot

Character agents

Olive -> Kate Kér (human self insertee ´MTF´ progressive geocenter historian & data scientist)

Ava Booksword (blonde synthetic ENFP syndicalist manufactured in 2000 social worker personal assistant to Kate)

Shoshona (fem black Agora housecat)

Nil Blackhand (blank slate reality shifting POV insertee)

Tano Noir (harmony lead of Progressives in the Shoshoni senate)

Tulliann Éléano (progressive-affiliated diplomat of the Shoshones, federalist & Shoshone "Turtle Islander" native)

Milan Tulip (Rival woman ENTP debater and "last survivor" of the Unionist party)

Lou D'Oïl (Burgundian-Aremorican prime minister ruler of Occitans)

Vala Maynard (female general secretary of the Mayas)

Pana Ninsun-Vega (Assyrian diplomat woman of the ex-Nisian Combine sphere of influence)

Ullis Eike (austrian lead)

Elki Silla (vietnamese young adult woman heir to the golden throne of Vietnam & Sinhala)

Adwa (angolan woman)

Sophia Saller (Naples italian woman)

Valenz ? (Carthaginian prime minister)

Constans ? (Incas' ruler)

Kilaun (Inuit elderly woman)

Mû Shun (current vietnamese emperor)

Maskunn (Shoshone Pohakantenna mythos)

(Commoner) "Blackbear" familial heritage domain

Nil, Milan, Lima, Nyssa, Apia...

Carter, Pana, Keno -> Keri (non-binary), Rudy (WW2 Aremorican guerilla soldier and motorized band enthusiast)... Martino (Samoan war instrument / mech / golem out of guerilla warfare?)

Tekla, Magali, Talon, Abra (community robot printing press)

Falah, Pascha, Sina (medical caretaker droid)

Deno, Wyatt, Théa (neuromancy hackergirl)

Ulrique, Deer, Pyros (bionics-tier)

Haze, Vera & Kelly (programmable matter-tier lesbian duo)

Seraphi Nao (Globalist Rogue Servitor nucleus?)

Then there are various components I shall incorporate into my narrative modules...

Unique Selling Points (as by this world's setting guide)

Road to Rogue Servitors trope with modular individualism. Including so much historical background and benevolence lore;

No Wilsonian administration 1901-1925 (Progressives) with Unionists uniting later on (Republicans + Democrats & Liberty Consortium);

Syndicalist and Hamrony ideologies development & spread (cooperatives, syndicates, communes...);

Women in LISP prorgramming circles still leading the tech industry ever since the 70s (social revolution empowerment journey, and also majority of electric cars since the \*\*10s);

Utchewn, the numic constructed auxiliary language of the Shoshone Civ and other Civ-based linguistic alterations;

Contemporary reforms of Turtle Islanders' native religions like Pohakantenna, Tzol'kin, Intiism, et cetera;

Inspos

Stellaris (individualist modular machines + "Rogue Servitor" tropes)

Civilization 5 Complete Edition (modified by Maskoch modpack?)

Exapunks (& Zachtronics "Zachlike" genre)

Wolfenstein The New Order

Alien Isolation

0x10c

The Matrix (first three movies, period)

Terminator (movies franchise)

Her (movie)

Brave New World (book from Aldous Huxley)

The Alchemist (book)

X-Men (pre-merger movies)

Venera Program (soviet Venus probes journey)

Stylistic devices & Utchewn expressions

Atoms of Virtue

Ocean of Clades

Red Tides of Change

Black Sun of Torment

In-Scribe your Wish

Out-Scribe your partners

Tarot Deques

Loosen your Symbolics (shorten your argument)

Harden that synergy (lengthen your argument)

Workers of the World, Unite! (syndicalist call of action)

In the sunsways... (beauty is everywhere, touch grass)

Dump Your Song (tell us your story / data)

Show us the Leaves (what do you mean specifically?)

Root of the Pine (God / existential head parent of all)

Mixtress of the Heavens, (we don`t understand as it is too abstract, come back to the ground)

Rewind the tape (what were you saying before?)

Don't fasten the quake (let it go at its natural pace, it will arrive in due time)

Quake it strong (go ahead fast and well, as change is good and necessary)

Go pass the scroll (skip forth, we already understand that part)

Where is the wire (I am lost, what was your topic?)

Blackhand of History

Dusk of Time

GLOSS philosophy

Libreware

Harmonious Society / World

Geosyndicalism

Fediverse Odysee

Timeshare your energy (we are listening, go distribute your worries with us)

Neuwe the Liberty Charter (step up your game and be more helpful)

Speaking of narrative modules, here they are in the form of...

Intrigues

IntrigueThread1 (Kate & Ava queer journey together)

IntrigueThread2 (Shoshone domestic politics)

IntrigueThread3 (Angora's diplomacy & global affairs)

IntrigueThread4 (Tekla, Rudy and the smarter instruments' journey to sapience & fuller autonomy)

IntrigueThread5 (Dusk of Time time travel esoteric arc of empowerment and insightful motivationals)

#16^12 #maskoch #maskutchew

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