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mysticdragon3md3 · 5 months
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the-kr8tor · 2 months
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Ok, it’s a bit early for this type of request but hobie brown on Valentine’s Day with reader. Even though he hates the capitalist part of it, reader convinces him it’s all about the love and they celebrate together. (They make each other homemade gifts, and if they want something from the store hobie would steal it) <3
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Thank you for the adorable request!! Ly 🫶 (uploaded early bc i tend to forget abt valentine's day lol)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, FLUFF.
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The loud music blares right inside your eardrums, chocolate aroma filtering through the entire flat, there's dried bits of it in your hair, apron and hands. You hum while putting the melted chocolate in its heart shaped molds.
Hobie's initials are freshly painted using icing on the prototypes or what you called ‘the rejected batch’ after you dumped more cocoa powder in it, making it lumpy and in turn making the hearts look wonky.
Stretching your aching neck, you place the tray of chocolate inside the freezer to cool, nodding to yourself at how you've practically perfected the last batch; now you just have to wait for it to freeze over so you could paint his initials and cartoon versions of you two on the chocolate. After that you can finally box them up and gift them to Hobie's as a valentine's gift—
“What's all this then?” A chin plops atop your shoulder, fingers taking off your earbuds for you.
You jump in your skin, back hitting the fridge door in surprise. “Fucking fuck!”
Hobie grins at your reaction, his hand hidden behind his back. “Cute apron. You look bloody fit in it.”
You clutch your imaginary pearls. “You're such an ass.” calming your racing heart, you flick his forehead. “You're early.”
“Time is a construct.”
“I'm not done with your gift.”
“Valentine's day is a sham holiday that capitalists invented so you could buy shit your partner doesn't need.” He raises a brow at you.
You loop your arms around his neck, smile widening at every word he utters. “What's that behind you then?”
“Flowers,” he sighs, revealing a bouquet of flowers from behind, the colorful paper crinkles, a thin red ribbon tying it all together. You're sure you've seen the flowers somewhere. “Before you say anythin’ it's from my garden.”
“You're an absolute sweetheart, Hobie brown.” eyes sparkling, you lean to press numerous kisses on his whole face, he scrunches up, feigning offense at your comment, but the way he subtly chases your lips says otherwise.
“My big punk sweetheart got me flowers!” You can't help but squeeze his cheeks. “From his beloved garden no less!” Pressing kisses in quick succession, he surrenders to you, sighing with every smooch you give him.
You lean away, affection satiated. He looks properly smooched with his face relaxed and lips smiling lopsidedly. His eyes are the same shape as the chocolates you've been making.
“The holiday's still a bloody cash grab.” He huffs, not an annoyed huff but a content one as you wipe the sheen you've left on his skin.
“I know it is.” You chuckle, busying yourself on cleaning his face. Your movements remind him of a cat grooming another cat; tender and soothing for the one they love. “It's about the thought, the love that comes with the gifts. Purchased or made there's love underneath it all.” Voice soft, lashes fluttering, you look at him like you've got the whole world in your hands.
“Or stolen from a multi million store that doesn't pay their employees fairly?” Hobie holds you by your middle, spare hand still clutched around the precious bouquet.
“Oh especially then!” you take his gift, smelling the petals. Your heart is full.
Smiling, you embrace him that he welcomes wholeheartedly. Nose nuzzling the crook of his neck, you leave a soft kiss on his jaw for good measure.
“Based on the chocolates on the walls, 'm guessing you got me a new guitar?” Hobie jokes, voice muffled by your temple that he's currently pecking like a man deprived of kisses. (He isn't)
“Wait a few more hours to get your gift?” You lean away to look at him, he's eyeing the prototypes on the counter.
“Stay with you for the rest of the day, getting snogged by you every second?” You nod, giggling. “Sounds like pants.” Before you could say something witty, he crashes his lips to yours.
Hobie tastes chocolates in your lips, making him kiss you deeper. Hands gliding along your lower back, he finds penchant on your hips, molding the soft skin in his hands.
He leans back, watching your flustered face gawp at him. “Tastes good, love.” His voice is deep and saccharine. You're absolutely melting in his arms, the bouquet almost slipping from your clammy hands.
“Let me get another taste.”
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pinkishcupid · 27 days
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the night has opened my eyes
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divider credits goes to plutism in here, go check them out!
Author’s note; I hope you all enjoy :)
Fandom; poppy playtime
genre; angst <3
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“Hey, what were you humming so quietly?”
A simple question poppy asked as she leaned against you; the two of you to be exact were leaning against an old wall in the abandon facility, despite your tiredness from the previous events that happened not long ago; you replied to her, “it’s a song I used to listen to a lot when I was younger, it brought me comfort so I thought why not humming it now”
 Poppy just nodded in response not having the energy to speak more despite being the quiet talkative doll; all the crying took her energy away, making some of the paint on her face get smudgy, and you were just like her but even more, yet you comforted her to the best of your abilities; but who was there to comfort you instead? How silly you thought to yourself, he was already gone because you couldn’t save him.
 And so the painful memories of the event that caused you the most pain in your journey started coming back, so you just sighed and let it all replay like the way you’ll replay the same tune you were humming while using your old casket tape player when you were younger.
You stood there left speechless just staring at his hanging body, at least his upper half as the other half was missing,  his blood splattered against the wall yet despite it all he gave you the very same old smile he gave to you, his precious angel.
“Let me save you, dogday—“, your words being  interrupted by the sound of the crawling made by the mini toys of the smiling critters as they moved inside the cell he was hanged in, but it was too late for you both.
“RUN, ANGEL! JUST GO!!—“, and he too got his words interrupted too, but by his own screams of agony & pain, as those little toys went through his deep injury, and you did what he told you but this time you were being chased by him, or in that matter his former body, You were able to escape easily in like every other dangerous situation you found yourself in, but this time you beyond traumatized.
All you were able to remember after it is how poppy & kissy missy found you crying hysterically at the death of your dearest buddy, hugging your knees to your chest for support, all those pent up emotions of this place has coming out, poppy & kissy missy tried their hardest to comfort you as they gave you encouraging words but they weren’t like the ones that dogday gave you, it was all too much for you.
but you had to force yourself to stop crying and progress through your journey, just like how dogday would’ve encouraged you to, and so you did with the victory of defeating catnap once & for all, yet you couldn’t feel optimistic for too long as poppy revealed to you what happened to your coworkers, the horrible event that caused it all; the hour of joy.
You watched the tape horrified about the fate of your coworkers & the thought that the very same thing could’ve happened to you too if you were there, but poppy shoved that idea down the drain to comfort you; she really did give you some hope only for it to come crushing down when it got kissy missy too, the prototype got her.
You remembered her screams as the lift slowly went down, poppy calling her hysterically when she realized it as she pushed any button she could find to get the lift back up, but it was too late because when the lift went back up there was no kissy missy, only a trail of blood, despite the tears you & poppy had shed on her death you were somehow relieved that at least she was reunited huggy wuggy in the afterlife, hopefully.
And now here you are back into the current present, as you & poppy leaned against each other for comfort & support, the eerie silence making you more depressed than you already are, “I think it’s time we rest, poppy.”, you looked at her tiredly and she just nodded quietly once again.
You just hoped that after that this night would open your eyes for a brighter future, where you’ll be able to find peace , and justice for the deceased souls of this place.
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wafel1160 · 11 days
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Have this one shot I randomly made.
Warning: Catnap x Dogday
Catnap passed by the various cages.
He was getting ready to ignore Dogday. It hurt him too much to acknowledge the other’s presence.
Once he got to Dogday’s cell, he steadied his breathing. He felt himself shaking.
He needed the rest- he hadn’t slept in days.
It was ironic, he knew.
“Tough time sleeping?”
Catnap snapped out of his thoughts. He had just barely passed the heretic. He mentally groaned.
Catnap had to bite back a response, afraid of what he might do. Afraid of what he might be told.
The dog laughed.
Catnap thought it was out of mockery, but he sensed it was genuine.
Catnap finally took a couple steps backwards.
“Finally going to talk feline?” The dog joked.
Catnap found it confusing why Dogday still held on to childish behavior.
Catnap sat down, facing the last smiling critter.
It was all he had of them- and yet there wasn’t much of him left.
“I—“ Catnap’s jaw snapped shut.
He stared at Dogday.
“Why are you still here?” Dogday suddenly sounded cold.
Catnap got up, now avoiding the dog’s piercing gaze.
He walked away to his cell.
“Scaredy cat” Dogday mumbled.
Catnap’s ear twitched. He decided to ignore it.
He looked at his cell. He looked through the hole in the floor.
He slipped his way through.
Some small critters were resting on the bed. Catnap felt his throat vibrate by his growl. The small critters all jumped off the bed.
Catnap curled into a ball. Despite feeling tired- his eyes were wide opened.
He began to look around the room in an attempt to fall asleep. But something caught his eye, something shiny.
He looked at two critters fighting over the shiny object. He got up slowly.
The big feline looked over them- trying to examine what it was they were fighting over.
Catnap picked one of them up, causing the other to fall.
Catnap took the tiny object from the small unicorns mouth.
It was a ring.
Specifically his ring.
Suddenly a flood of memories filled the feline’s head.
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Catnap examined the small object in his hand. He had over heard one of the staff members talking about their ‘fiance’ and how he ‘proposed’
Catnap didn’t know what that meant.
He did notice the women’s ring. She was showing it off.
That’s how he was here now.
He went to the prototype earlier. His god told him it was for marriage.
Catnap wondered if he could do that with Dogday. He didn’t tell the prototype that.
He planned to give Dogday the ring during the H.O.J— which they were getting ready for.
It was going to be his way of getting the dog to finally join them.
Everyone else had agreed— why couldn’t he?
Catnap let all these thoughts run though his head as he looked at the clock.
The ticking ran through his head. It felt like hours before the clock finally hit 11.
Catnap felt relief hit him like a wave.
He alerted the others, and watched as all the toys viciously pounced on the scientists.
He felt truly happy. Letting all his frustration and anger out on the people that helped torture him.
The playcare looked like a bloodbath. Like someone painted the walls red.
His ear twitched. Soft sobbing echoed through the halls.
Catnap had a hunch it was his dog. He walked over to the sound. Dogday was huddled in a corner.
“Dogday?” The Dog perked up.
“Catnap? Why aren’t you outside already?” He asked, not expecting catnap to be there.
“I wanted to ask you something “
The other sighed.
“Wait-“ catnap tried to reassure Dogday.
Catnap reached his closed paw to Dogday.
Dogday looked at the paw, then back at Catnap.
Catnap opened his fist and there revealed the small ring.
“For you. “ He said, his voice quiet.
Dogday took the ring. “What is it?”
“It goes on your hand” Catnap took Dogday’s paw. He took the ring a placed it on Dogday’s finger. (I know it probably wouldn’t fit lol)
Dogday wiggled his fingers. He looked back at the cat.
“Will you marry me, Dogday?”
Dogday looked at him confused.
Before Catnap could say anything— he was interrupted.
“CATNAP!!” Bobby yelled, out of breath.
“The prototype wants to see you!”
Catnap felt anxious. Did the prototype find out? Was his god angry?
He took one last glance at Dogday, then began to follow Bobby.
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Catnap still remembered the pain he felt when Dogday threw the ring.
He had to stop what he was doing to find it. Although it was warranted, he still felt betrayed.
He didn’t kill Dogday, but he did hurt him. He took away his freedom.
Catnap finally opened his eyes.
He realized he was squeezing the smiling critter. He let it go and it ran away.
He looked at the small ring that was now on the floor alongside him.
He imagined Dogday holding his hand, the ring still on his finger.
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highdio · 10 months
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Kira Yoshikage Nendoroid painted prototype reveal, pre-orders open May 25th.
Stray Cat pre-order purchase bonus available exclusively through Medicos’ and Good Smiles’ online shops.
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satoshi-mochida · 10 months
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‘Swashbuckler action game’ En Garde! announced for PC
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Fireplace Games has announced “swashbuckler action game” En Garde! for PC. It will launch via Steam in August. A demo is available now.
En Garde! began as a student project back in 2018. The reception from the community led the team to establish itself as Fireplace Games and recreate En Garde! from the ground up as a full game experience.
Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:
About
From the forgotten pages of history, comes Adalia de Volador! Legendary swashbuckler. Dashing adventurer. Hero of the people.
Play as Adalia in her daring escapades full of sword-fighting, satire and shenanigans. Challenge the cruel Count-Duke and oppose tyranny with panache!
Beautifully painted locations, charismatic characters, and an astounding amount of battle banter will transport you to the golden age of swashbuckling comedy!
So, sharpen your sword, grab your boots and hat, and embark on a hilarious, action-packed spectacle!
Key Features
Fencing With Flair – Parry, riposte and lunge your way to victory! Fight with style to fill your Panache Meter and unlock special skills! But you’ll need more than your sword to win the day…
Adapt and Improvise – Challenging, ever-changing fights push you to rely on your cunning and acrobatics to disturb your enemies. Learn their weaknesses to toy with them and express your fighting style.
Experiment with the Environment – Combat areas are playgrounds full of opportunities to create mischief and gain the upper hand. Surprise, stun, or evade enemies with a variety of objects – from rolling barrels to falling chandeliers.
Arena Mode – Unlock zany game-changing modifiers and new fight situations in the arena mode. Play and replay randomized scenarios to test your skill against waves of enemies!
Theatrical Characters – A flamboyant cast dazzles the screen! Adalia and her rivals react to each of your actions, exchanging witty one-liners during the flow of the fight.
Story Episodes – Discover the tales of Adalia, with unique challenges to complete and secrets to uncover. Fight through marketplaces, dungeons and palaces: the world’s a stage for your epic duels!
Award-Winning Passion Project – The game was first prototyped as an award-winning and much-loved student project. The original team has reformed and expanded as Fireplace Games to increase the scope, sweep and grandeur of En Garde!
Watch the reveal trailer below.
Reveal Trailer
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liviavanrouge · 1 month
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Smiling Critters AU: Bonding
Sebek: *Grins, racing Hoppy around*
Hoppy: *Laughs, running after Sebek doing her best to keep up*
Sebel: Hah! You can't beat me!
Hoppy: *Speeds up, beaming* We'll see about that
Sebek: We shall!!
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Ace: *Grins, showing KickinChicken another card trick*
KickinChicken: Teach me that! I wanna learn!
Ace: Ah ah ah! A magician never reveals his secrets~
KickinChicken: So uncool bro!
Ace: Then, I'm uncool, hahaha!
~~~
Trey: How you liking it?
PickyPiggy: It's delicious! The strawberries are the best part too!
Trey: Hahaha! That's great! Wanna try the lemon tarts I made for Livia?
PickyPiggy: Yeah!
Trey: Here's a slice, tell me what you think
PickyPiggy: *Beams and takes a bite* It's delicious!
Trey: That's a relief, heh!
~~~
Livia: *Lays asleep beside CatNap, their eyes closed*
CatNap: *Jolts awake and shoots up touching his mouth* Prototype....ah, it was a dream..
Livia: *Yawns and sits up* CatNap
CatNap: *Leaps into her arms, hugging her tight*
Livia: *Blinks then pats his back* I got you
CatNap: Thank you...
~~~
Kalim: *Laughs, playing a hand game with DogDay*
DogDay: Let's play tag next!
Kalim: Not yet, Jamil is bringing us lunch, then we can play
DogDay: Lunch! I'm starving
Kalim: Me too, I've had too much fun playing
DogDay: Haha! Me too!
~~~
Cater: *Grins, recording CraftyCorn*
CraftyCorn: Can I have more blue paint?
Cater: Coming right up!
Cater: *Pulls out his magic pen and creates another thing of blue paint* There you go!!
CraftyCorn: Thank you Cater!
Cater: Anytime, let's finish together alright, tell me what to do
CraftyCorn: Alright!
~~~
Riddle: *Perks up, feeling a hand tap his leg and looks down*
Bobby: *Holds her arms up* Hugs makes everyone happier!
Riddle: Huh?
Riddle: You look grumpy!
Riddle: *Picks her up and hugs her*
Bobby: *Beams, hugging him tight* Huggies!
Riddle: *Smiles slightly*
~~~
Bubba: Try going up there!
Idia: You think you know this game better than me?
Ortho: Nii-San....
Bubba: You can jump onto the box there, then jump up onto the ledge! From there you can use your grapple to grab the box you jumped on and use it as leverage for the button to open the door!
Idia: *Stares at the screen* ....not a bad idea, let me try it
Ortho: Nice Bubba!
Bubba: *Chuckles embarrassed* Aw shucks!
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towacitynews · 1 year
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Danganronpa x Kei Mochizuki Nagito Komaeda 1/7 scale painted prototype figure by Algernon Product revealed at Wonder Festival 2023 Winter. Release details TBA.
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blackswaneuroparedux · 8 months
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The bikini is the most important thing since the atom bomb.
Diana Vreeland
The origins of contemporary bikini day may be traced back to a French engineer, a Parisian exotic dancer, a nuclear testing site in the United States, and a postwar fabric shortage.
In 1946, Western Europeans joyously greeted the first war-free summer in years, and French designers came up with fashions to match the liberated mood of the people. Two French designers, Jacques Heim and Louis Réard, developed competing prototypes of the bikini. Heim called his the “atom” and advertised it as “the world’s smallest bathing suit.”
French fashion designer Louis Reard was determined to create an even more scandalous swimsuit. Réard's swimsuit, which was basically a bra top and two inverted triangles of cloth connected by string, was in fact significantly smaller. Made out of a scant 30 inches of fabric, Réard promoted his creation as “smaller than the world’s smallest bathing suit.”
Réard claimed that the bikini was named for Bikini Atoll, the site of nuclear tests by the United States in the Pacific Ocean.
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Louis Réard's bikini was so little that he couldn't find anyone brave enough to wear it. After being rejected by a number of fashion models, he came across Micheline Bernardini. She was a 19-year-old nudist at the Casino de Paris who consented to be the first to try on his daring bikini. Michelle Bernardini debuted this revealing costume at the Piscine Molitor in Paris during a poolside fashion show, and it revolutionised swimwear on 5 July 1946. The bikini was a hit, especially among men, and Bernardini received some 50,000 fan letters.
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Before long, bold young women in bikinis were causing a sensation along the Mediterranean coast. Spain and Italy passed measures prohibiting bikinis on public beaches but later capitulated to the changing times when the swimsuit grew into a mainstay of European beaches in the 1950s. Réard's business soared, and in advertisements he kept the bikini mystique alive by declaring that a two-piece suit wasn’t a genuine bikini “unless it could be pulled through a wedding ring.”
But it really took when what we would call cultural influencers took to it. It was in 1953, thanks to Brigitte Bardot, that the bikini became a "must-have" and the history of the bikini became historic, when she was photographed wearing one on the Carlton beach at the Cannes Film Festival. She also wore one in 1956, in the film "Et Dieu… créa la femme".
The United States also caught on to the trend, as it was only two years later that Ursula Andress posed in a white bikini on the poster for the James Bond film, Dr. No. The poster created a considerable marketing coup, and women adopted the bikini. According to a study by Time, 65% of younger women adopted the bikini in 1967.
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There is no question the bikini is hardly modern. Many think they date back to ancient Roman times because of the murals uncovered in excavated ruins in Sicily. This isn’t really true.
Despite the celebrated images from the mosaics in Piazza Armerina, of the ancient Roman girl wearing what looks like a bikini, the answer is, “not really”.  The ancient Roman girls weren’t even first to wear what to our eyes looks like a bikini. However, the fact that we seem to find “bikinis” in ancient depictions should make us rethink our hubristic bias that we in modern times have invented everything and that people in ancient times didn’t know how to live.
Archaeologists have found evidence of bikini-like garments that date to as far back as 5600 BC. That’s roughly 5000 years before the Romans did so. In the Chalcolithic era of around 5600 BC, the mother-goddess of Çatalhöyük, a large ancient settlement in southern Anatolia, was depicted astride two leopards while wearing a bikini-like costume.
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Two-piece garments worn by women for athletic purposes are depicted on Greek urns and paintings dating back to 1400 BC. In fact, even just the notion that women participated in sports in the ancient world should make us sit up and take notice.
Today we tend to imagine women in the ancient world as being practically sequestered in their homes, spinning, weaving and having babies. But this is a gross oversimplification of their role.
Active women of ancient Greece wore a breast band called a mastodeton or an apodesmos, which continued to be used as an undergarment in the Middle Ages. While men in ancient Greece abandoned the perizoma, partly high-cut briefs and partly loincloth, women performers and acrobats continued to wear it.
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In the famous mosaics to be found at Villa Romana del Casale in Piazza Armerina, the girls who seem to be wearing the “bikini” are Roman and the so-called bikini had already been around for at least 5,000 years by then. In the artwork “Coronation of the Winner” done in floor mosaic in the Chamber of the Ten Maidens (Sala delle Dieci Ragazze) in Sicily the bikini girls are depicted weight-lifting, discus throwing, and running.
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The bikini was gradually done away as Christianity became more influential as the centuries wore on. Christian attitudes towards swimming restricted the clothing of women for centuries, the bikini disappeared from the historical record after the Romans until the early 20th century with Louis Beard’s re-invention of the two piece bathing suit as the ‘bikini’.
Photos: In 1956 Emilio Pucci designed this bikini inspired by the mosaics of the Villa Romana Del Casale in Sicily.
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yikes-strikes-again · 7 months
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if i think about The Offspring too much i risk being creative about it. here's something. ao3 link
Beloved
rating: gen/no archive warning/fandom: Star Trek: TNG/characters: data, geordi, lal/grief-mourning, angst, bittersweet, family, one shot
And it was such a small thing that Geordi would never have remembered it if it weren't for now, but just yesterday, at the banquet, there was a moment when the ambassador from Xeno VIII approached them while they chatted at the bar in Ten Forward. He was flushed purple and had been gushing about Data before he'd even come within earshot.
Touching the arm of his fascination, he began spinning through all the advances in positronic technology his world had developed in the past few years. Geordi and Data had listened politely as he elaborated on the unprecedented complexity of the nanomechanical parts they could manufacture, the efficiency of the coolant system that allowed the simultaneous running of contact networks, the sheer scope of the emergent thought chains that purportedly surpassed the quadrant's largest quantum computers. He even suggested that Data study their work to produce another android like himself. Geordi specifically remembered him saying the words, "You could create a child of your very own."
At that point, he'd paused for breath and taken a sip of his drink. Data cocked his head in the way he always did before sharing his opinion.
"While I acknowledge the value of your species' contributions to the field of positronic robotics," Geordi now recalled him saying, "I do not believe that is necessary. I have already performed several experiments of the nature you describe, and after analyzing the results, I have decided not to continue my research. My interest in this subject is extremely limited." Then he'd stood up and walked away in a manner that Geordi would have described as "curt" if he didn't know better.
The ambassador looked confused. Geordi shrugged. "Guess he's made up his mind about that."
Then he'd caught up with Data a few minutes later, just as he'd started reciting one of his Spot poems to a drunken Lwaxana Troi, making Geordi completely forget that awkward moment. But now he was thinking about it, how strange it had felt at the time. Data had seemed almost offended for a second, which was unsettling, and even more unsettling was that Geordi couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. Data had described his interest in positronic robotics as "extremely limited," but he knew that wasn't true - his android friend had always taken an acute interest in his own construction.
It had been an accident. Earlier today, Data had asked Geordi to visit his quarters and feed Spot while he attended Dr. Crusher's tap-dance lesson. Geordi had performed his duty with honor and, feeling tired, leaned against the wall between a couple of Data's paintings. Then he had removed his visor - something he normally remembered to do only in his own quarters - to rub the spots where it dug in the most. But in doing so, he failed to see Spot approaching, or predict that she might pounce on his leg and dig her claws into the fabric of his uniform. Geordi started, and shooed her off, remembering that he had to be gentle with his friend's prized pet, but not that there was an easel mere inches away from his flailing. There was a loud thump.
Geordi sucked in a breath. He quickly reattached his visor and scanned the belongings he had knocked to the floor, relieved that there didn't seem to be any damage. He righted the easel to its original position and picked up the small canvas that had fallen face-down on the carpet.
His brow furrowed.
The lilac tarp had sloughed away to reveal an unfinished portrait, already saturated with Data's penchant for stylistic design and subtle color variation. Geordi saw a young woman sitting in an opalescent white room, hands engaged with a sketch of a bridge console. Data had dressed her in a sapphire uniform resembling recent prototype designs for Starfleet cadets, which Geordi remembered him showing him last week. More captivating than any of that, however, was her face. He squinted to see it better.
Her face was pale, narrow and sharp, with dark brown hair gathered around it in a stylish bob. The woman had red painted lips, a still-soft jaw that betrayed her youth, and a peculiar intelligence living inside her violet eyes. The eyes were by far the most completed detail of the painting. They bored into Geordi with such a particular presence that he felt compelled to make eye contact, as if Data's painted girl was real, as if, by some magic, she could see Geordi as clearly as he saw her. There was something almost...Soong-type about the look she gave him.
Geordi sucked in a breath and held it.
Suddenly, the door slid open, starting him, and Data was striding back into his quarters, pausing when he saw his friend still there.
"My apologies, Geordi," he said. "It seems I have wasted your time. The dance lesson ended prematurely because Commander Riker sprained - "
His gaze jutted to what Geordi was holding.
"Sorry, Data," he rushed out, "I wasn't trying to intrude. I knocked your easel over by accident, and was making sure I hadn't ruined your work-in-progress before putting it back." That would have sounded like a bad lie to anyone else, but luckily, this was Data he was talking to.
Data came up close and took the painting. "That is all right," he said quietly, and placed it on the easel. "It appears no harm has been done."
He stepped back to look at it. Geordi picked up the tarp on the floor and handed it over so that Data might reinstate whatever privacy he desired for his work. Data took it wordlessly, but just held it, as if he didn't realize Geordi had given it to him. Standing close to one another, the two spent a moment in silent observation. The only sound was Geordi's anxious sighs. He couldn't stop thinking about what Data had said to the ambassador yesterday.
Finally, he said, "What inspired you this time, Data?"
"A dream I had." Data loved to elaborate. Geordi waited; he did not.
He looked at his friend. The android's profile was as strong and unmoved as ever, but there was an incredulous quality to his voice. This suggested to Geordi that the subject of the dream had mused Data to a degree he hadn't expected. But looking at that pretty, tilted head, he couldn't bring himself to be surprised by that.
"She looks very sure of herself," was all he could think to exhale.
"Yes." Data brightened. "I believe that the next generation of Starfleet cadets will have the advantage of building off of recent advancements in curriculum material and educational philosophy. This will allow them to begin their training with a higher degree of confidence compared to previous generations of students. The aptitude Lal might have achieved in - "
He paused in seeing how Geordi had snapped his head towards him at the name. Data took his eyes from the canvas and cocked his head, just like his painted lady, mystified by his friend's distress.
"You wanted Lal to be in Starfleet," Geordi said, with devastated awe.
Data's facial muscles spasmed, as if making a terribly high-order calculation. "I believe it would have been the best way for her to acquire most of the skills I am often praised for by my friends and superiors. I am told that many parents experience a desire for their children to 'follow in their footsteps.' It would seem that I am no exception."
Geordi fell silent and shook his head. The more Data spoke on the matter, the more difficult he found it to swallow the heartbreak curdling in his throat.
"And you've been dreaming about that?"
"It appears so." Data's voice dropped in volume again. "Though I am aware that events perceived during sleep do not always make logical sense, they are often reflective of internal desires that may be advisable to act on in waking life. As such, I find myself compelled to search for a constructive action driven by my subconscious image of Lal as a Starfleet cadet. So far, I have failed.” Was Geordi imagining the mournful song in his voice?
“There is no way to repair Lal - her body is now in the permanent custody of Dr. Maddox in a state of irreparable dysfunction,” he continued, grimly. “I cannot act on the desires these dreams express.”
Dreams. Plural. Not for the first time, Geordi wondered if grief was even an emotion.
Then Data perked up. "I have found that the most satisfying way to process experiences I cannot use to refine my logical subroutines is to use them for artistic inspiration," he said. “Counselor Troi advised me to do so when I mentioned these dreams to her.”
It made sense, Geordi supposed. He had no traditionally creative hobbies himself, but he often dealt with things he couldn't understand by immersing himself in technical design. His feelings often came out in the engineering solutions he discovered. But what could possibly be gained from something like losing a daughter?
He thought again of what the ambassador had suggested. "A child of your very own." If a child was what Data wanted to begin with, it made sense that, armed with the knowledge he had learned, he might try to create another since the first one...failed. But he had expressed no desire to. In fact, he seemed emphatically opposed to the idea. Geordi felt wretched for wanting to pick his friend's brain on a matter so heavy, but he couldn't help himself, and he knew there was no way to offend Data with his curiosity.
"Data..." he began, as gently as he knew how, "do you ever think that you might want to, uh. Try again? You know, have another ch - android?"
Data looked over his work again. Geordi saw him stare into Lal's impossibly lifelike eyes, into time, medium, space, into indescribable dimensions. The foolish waking dream. Perhaps, deep inside, he had discovered something after all.
"No, Geordi," he said, very softly.
A minute muscle altered his expression.
"She was enough."
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General scarecrow background
I never got around writing headcanons for my general Scarecrow and I figured it was about time :) As always thank you guys for reading my interpretations! I had the compulsion and I hope you guys enjoy.
TW: child abuse, murder, distorted audio, mind fuckery
Jonathan Crane was born loved to two young and unprepared parents. His father was heir to the family business, a local funeral home in a small southern town. His mother worked a town over as a server. They weren't married yet, but they were happy.
That is, until his father was killed in a hunting accident in the woods outside of town. Granny Crane insisted on getting custody of the child. It was apparent to Jon's mother that Granny would use her influence in the town to paint her as a harlot trying to get into their family for money. Being young and feeling trapped, his mother left town.
Being the result of a "filthy" coupling, religious Granny made sure young Jonathan Crane's life was a living hell. His meek grandfather merely stood by until his own death due to heart attack. Because of Granny's pull in the community, everyone would turn their face to the child's suffering.
At the age of six, Jonathan was tasked with assisting Granny with preparing his grandfather's corpse. He "needed to grow up."
At the age of ten, Jonathan was locked in a coffin for hours on end because he spoke back to Granny.
At the age of thirteen, Jonathan was forced to kneel and pray on broken glass because she caught him reading "Dracula."
Even as an adult there are still scars from the physical abuse along his face and body. It would continue until he got a scholarship for a four year university. On his way out, he made sure to leave the gas in the old heater of the funeral home leaking. May the old bat burn in hell.
As soon as he was in the city, he began to hide his natural southern accent. Too many people making assumptions about him through it. It still comes out when he's either angry, drunk, or very tired.
Even as a young adult, he was constantly picked at and mocked. He'd already survived hell. Now all he had to do what put his head down and work. Through years of dedicated study, he got a degree in psychology and became a well-respected and renowned professor of the subject. His specialty was in phobias.
However, he had to leave this position due to [Incident Redacted].
Prototype fear toxin in tow, Jonathan goes to what he knows. He opens and operates a funeral home. This serves as a perfect cover for his more... illegal works. The coffins serve an additional purpose of laundering money, chemicals for fear toxin, bodies, etc.
Several members of senior faculty at that college go missing. One is found when a body was exhumed during an unrelated incident. Autopsy revealed the professor had been buried alive in the coffin. Cause of death officially was a heart attack. The others were never found.
Related to his career, he drives a 1919 Sayers and Scovill hearse. Not all original parts and the paint job is faded to hell but it works for him. He can drive stick shift!
He has a pet crow named Dolly after the beautiful and incredibly talented Dolly Parton. She loves to sit perfectly still until people come too close and then scare them. She does an impression of Jonathan's mocking laugh when this happens. Also bird safe crunchy peanut butter :)
Until his identity eventually becomes public due to the nuisance that is Batman, Jonathan Crane is a funeral director by day, the Scarecrow by night.
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The Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis Private Collection is a limited edition (25 world wide) that has been inspired by the seldom-seen wonder of a solar eclipse (the awe-inspiring moment when the Moon completely obscures the Sun).  
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The animation remains visible for precisely seven minutes and 31 seconds – the longest possible duration of a total solar eclipse. Once this time has elapsed, the full constellation of ‘stars’ in the night sky is restored. This highly technical feature required a year of painstaking development, in which the Bespoke Collective produced three complete prototypes to perfect the design and sequencing of the ‘stars’.
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The composition culminates in a Bespoke timepiece, which incorporates a brilliant-cut 0.5-carat diamond, recalling the ‘Diamond Ring’ effect, when a single, dazzling point of light can be seen on the Moon’s outline in the split seconds just before and immediately after it obscures the Sun. The bezel geometry has been modified to accommodate the precious gem, as this is the first time in Rolls-Royce history that a gemstone has been integrated into the clock’s bezel. The assembly underwent rigorous adhesion tests, which included climatic cell cycling from -30°C to +90°C, to ensure the diamond is robustly secured. The timepiece is finished with an etching on its dark aluminium surround, revealing the bright metal underneath. This beautiful piece of contemporary craftsmanship is the result of over 14 design iterations.
PANORAMIC SUNSET INTERIOR At totality of a solar eclipse, there is a moment when a golden twilight surrounds those viewing the eclipse, giving the illusion of a 360-degree sunset. In Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis, the beauty of this rarely observed phenomenon is captured in bi-coloured seats with a unique perforated artwork, made of over 200,000 individual perforations.
The bold Mandarin leather is tinted in a black shade that is then perforated to reveal the brighter contrasting colour beneath, creating a visual effect with extraordinary depth and subtlety. Using computational design tools, the Bespoke Collective developed a unique pattern, which was then manually refined over seven trials and iterations.
Bespoke finishing touches include illuminated treadplates, umbrellas with Mandarin piping concealed in the coach doors, and a unique indoor motor car cover bearing the Private Collection’s wordmark.
All 25 examples of the Rolls-Royce Black Badge Ghost Ékleipsis Private Collection have been allocated to clients around the world.
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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY
based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 17
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1558 – French Cardinal Charles de Lorraine requests that the French Ambassador to Rome report scandals involving Cardinal Carlo Carafa and Giovanni Carafa, Duke of Paliano to Pope Paul VI. They had engaged in "that sin so loathsome in which there is no longer a distinction between the male and female sex." They are first exiled then sentenced to death.
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1886 – On this date the British novelist Ronald Firbank was born in London (d.1926). Firbank was a prototype for Evelyn Waugh. His best novels are Caprice (1917) and Concerning the Eccentricities of Cardinal Pirelli (1926). The latter book begins with the cardinal baptizing a police puppy named Crack, and ends when the naked cardinal ("elementary now as Adam himself") drops dead while pursuing a choirboy named Chicklet around his church. Firbank was not without his own eccentricities. He as known to wear two dressing gowns at once, painted his nails, lived in an apartment painted black, and owned only books bound in blue leather. He dined only on champagne and flower petals and died malnourished.
At one time, Firbank visited Rome with the intention of taking holy orders; however, as he later revealed in a letter to Lord Berners, "The Church of Rome wouldn't have me, and so I mock her." Accordingly, his mature fiction is populated with a ribald gallery of homosexual choirboys, lesbian nuns, cross-dressing priests, salacious bishops, flagellants, and self-canonized saints.
His work was championed by a large number of English novelists including E. M. Forster, Evelyn Waugh, Simon Raven and the poet W. H. Auden . Susan Sontag named his novels as constituting part of "the canon of camp" in her 1964 essay "Notes on 'Camp."
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1927 – Eartha Kitt (d.2008) was an American singer, actress, and cabaret star. She was perhaps best known for her highly distinctive singing style and her 1953 hit recordings of "C'est Si Bon" and the enduring Christmas novelty smash "Santa Baby". Orson Welles once called her the "most exciting woman in the world." She took over the role of Catwoman for the third and final season of the 1960s Batman television series, replacing Julie Newmar, who was unavailable due to other commitments. She also voiced Yzma on Disney's The Emperor's New Groove and its television spinoff, The Emperor's New School, earning five Emmy Awards in the process, the last shortly before her death.
Kitt became a vocal advocate for homosexual rights and publicly supported same-sex marriage, which she considered a civil right. She had been quoted as saying: "I support it [gay marriage] because we're asking for the same thing. If I have a partner and something happens to me, I want that partner to enjoy the benefits of what we have reaped together. It's a civil-rights thing, isn't it?" Kitt famously appeared at many LGBT fundraisers, including a mega event in Baltimore, Maryland, with George Burns and Jimmy James. Scott Sherman, an agent at Atlantic Entertainment Group, stated: "Eartha Kitt is fantastic... appears at so many LGBT events in support of civil rights."
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1956 – The poet Allen Ginsberg wrote his intensely personal anti-war, love-hate poem "America" on this date. He later published it in his collection "Howl." It is one of the first poems to deal openly and honestly with homosexuality. "America "is a largely political work, with much of the poem consisting of various accusations against the United States, its government, and its citizens.
Ginsberg uses sarcasm to accuse America of a ttempting to divert responsibility for the Cold War ("America you don't want to go to war/ it's them bad Russians / Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. / And them Russians"), and makes numerous references to both leftist and anarchist political movements and figures (including Sacco and Vanzetti , the Scottsboro Boys and the Wobblies). Ginsberg's dissatisfaction, however, is tinged with optimism and hope, as exemplified by phrases like "When will you end the human war?" (as opposed to "why don't you...?"). The poem's ending is also highly optimistic, a promise to put his "queer shoulder to the wheel," although the original draft ended on a bleaker note: "Dark America! toward whom I close my eyes for prophecy, / and bend my speaking heart! / Betrayed! Betrayed!"
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1975 – Tom Dolby is an American novelist, essayist, journalist, and editor. He is the author of the best-selling novel The Trouble Boy (2004), The Sixth Form (2008), and the Secret Society books, including Secret Society (2009) and The Trust: A Secret Society Novel (2011). He was also the co-editor of Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys (2007).
Tom Dolby's debut novel, The Trouble Boy, concerns a young gay freelance writer in Manhattan. It was followed by the boarding school novel The Sixth Form (2008), set in an elite Massachusetts prep school. Dolby's first young adult novel, Secret Society, was published in October 2009. Its followup, The Trust: A Secret Society Novel, was released in February 2011.
He was also the co-editor, with the novelist Melissa de la Cruz, of the personal essay anthology Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys: True Tales of Love, Lust, and Friendship Between Straight Women and Gay Men (2007), featuring works by various gay writers. A reality television show inspired by the anthology, entitled Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys aired on the Sundance Channel in Winter 2010.
He currently lives in Manhattan and Wainscott, New York. In June 2008, his engagement to Andrew Frist was announced. Dolby and Frist were legally married in Connecticut in April 2009, and celebrated their union with a wedding ceremony and reception for family and friends in Sonoma, California in September 2009. Dolby and Frist were involved in an appeal that raised over $150,000 towards efforts to promote the legalisation of same-sex marriage in California.
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1977 – The Arkansas Supreme Court rules that the drunk tank of the local jail is a public place for sexual purposes.
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Ryan Russell (L) with Corey O'Brien
1992 – Ryan Russell is an American former professional football player who was a defensive end in the National Football League (NFL) for the Dallas Cowboys and Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He played college football at Purdue University.
Following the death of close friend and former teammate Joseph Gilliam in 2018, Russell suffered from a severe bout of depression. He moved to Los Angeles and began writing.
In August 2019, he came out publicly as bisexual in an essay for ESPN. He did so to live honestly and without fear of being outed; he also cited the fear of not being able to support his mother and grandfather if he lost his career. At the same time he introduced his boyfriend Corey O'Brien, a dancer; they opened Corey & Russ, a YouTube channel; as of June 2020, they have over 15,600 followers.
A former NFL offensive lineman Ryan O'Callaghan, who came out as gay after he left the league, said that as of August 2019 every NFL team had at least one closeted gay or bisexual player. Sarah McBride, national Press Secretary for Human Rights Campaign, praised Russell for "creating more space and opportunity for young LGBTQ people to dream big and to pursue their goals".
In April 2021, Russell penned an article in The Guardian against the anti-trans laws being proposed in multiple American states, stating that "sport is one of the strongest conduits to help show society what it is capable of when we come together, but it has to be used for the better of all of us."
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2009 – In a New York Times op-ed column on this date, Mary Frances Berry, the chair of the Commission On Civil Rights from 1993-2004, called for the "abolishing" of the commission she headed for 11 years and its replacement with one that will fully address LGBT rights. She wrote:
"The Commission on Civil Rights has been crippled since the Reagan years by the appointments of commissioners who see themselves as agents of the presidential administration rather than as independent watchdogs. The creation of a new, independent human and civil rights commission could help us determine our next steps in the pursuit of freedom and justice in our society. A number of explosive issues like immigration reform await such a commission, but recommendations for resolving the controversies over the rights of Gays, Lesbians and Transgendered people should be its first order of business."
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Diavolo Nendoroid, painted prototype reveal. By Medicos x GSC.
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Pinky Promise Main Story - Hyunjin × Reader
Hello readers! Since Valentines' Day is coming up, I wanted to write something other than my usual episodes. I had this concept in mind for a while from old Otome games and Tiktok games I saw recently and I thought I would give it a try. Basically it is the same as a short story but a few times you are given options to choose from - each reply has some effect on the ending you will get. Obviously since this is a written only story you can read all the alternative endings, it is just for fun. Also this is like a prototype to these kind of stories so don't expect much ;w;
Enjoy!
[Points will be revealed at the end of the story & the endings will be revealed on 14th February]
Pairing: Hyunjin × You
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You knew Hyunjin liked visiting art galleries, but you never would have thought that your local small gallery was a place to spot him. You were there to collect inspiration for a creative project of yours - and probably so was he. Except that ever since you spotted him, you couldn't look anywhere else. You were contemplating whether to walk up to him or leave him as he is, considering how serious he seemed about looking at different paintings.
A: [This is a one-in-a-million chance, I'll go and talk to him]
B: [Maybe I should just accidentally bump into him...]
C: [I should not disturb him, he barely has any time for himself..]
While you were thinking deeply, you didn't realise he already noticed you staring at him. Your face turned as his eyes met yours, but there was no way back now.
- I'm sorry! - you bowed your head, full of shame. - I was just surprised to see you here.
- I'm on vacation. - he explained with a warm smile. - I enjoy places that aren't too crowded. It's a pleasure to be recognized even at a place like this.
A: Can I ask for a...?
B: My friends won't believe me! Please, take a selfie with me!
C: Too bad you can't take pictures of the artworks, I want a picture with you to prove I met you!
- No, sorry. - he shut you down quickly. Of course, he always got the same requests. - I would love to, but I'm really here on vacation.
- Ah, right. I just really wanted to have a memory. I'm a great fan, by the way. But no worries, really. I'm happy to just see you!
- But we can go through this gallery together. - he added as a response to the turned down request. You nodded happily, and went side by side with him to the next few paintings. Most of the times, he admired the art, you admired him, but payed attention every time he asked your opinion or just explained something.
A: [Ask him about his members]
B: [Let him talk about what he wants]
- It feels so nice being in a quiet place once in a while. I can probably tell you that everyone is on a vacation right now.
- Free time?
- Yeah, for a while. But it's a secret. - he winked at you peacefully while walking down the gigantic halls of the gallery. You needed a moment to catch yourself after the action, and smiled back at him knowingly. Sure, their schedule was always fixed quite ahead of time.
You didn't really know what to talk about with him - whatever you wanted to say deep down was really better to be left unsaid. You slowly walked through the gallery and you guided him outside. It was a surprise he was alone and you felt happy just to have met him, but you still didn't want to leave him like that.
- Well, thanks for joining me today. Oh. I didn't even ask your name...
- It's ________.
- Right. Well, I have to go now. Goodbye, ______.
- B-bye.
You watched him as he took a route away from the gallery, his tall figure leaving further and further, until he stopped and turned back with a smile.
- Wait, I...
[ENDINGS UP HERE!♥ Happy Valentines' Day!♥]
•┈••✦ Points ✦••┈•
1.
A: 0
B: +1
C: +5
2.
A: 0
B: -2
C: -5
3.
A: 0
B: +3
Total points: 8
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