#and contemplating a new online identity...

[enzstr]

Only You || K. Bakugo

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

synopsis: starz26708 and Dino.tnt609, two students who first met in an online chatroom. A friendship had flourished between them. With the strong need to meet each other, 6aku.tnt609 slowly gains curiosity regarding the other's identity, which sparked the desire to meet her within him. What could possibly go wrong?

💭: btw, this is inspired from the Chad Michael Murray and Hilary Duff movie A Cinderella's Story!!

author's note: My deepest apologies it took me so long to upload the new chapter!!! I've been having finals and examinations but I'm free now!! New chapter might come out in a few days or a week since it's in my drafts now...

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Chapter 2: The Two People

Reader's POV

The following day, I sat in my classes, feeling unusually unfocused. I found my thoughts continually returning to the message I had received the night before from my friend, Dino.tnt609. The words and emotions contained in that message had left a powerful and lingering effect on me, making it difficult for me to fully immerse myself in the subjects being taught.

“Please meet me at the school’s party. I’ll be waiting for you at 11:00 in the middle of the dance floor.” 

Those messages had set themselves so deeply into my thoughts that it was as if they were on a constant replay in my mind. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to rid myself of their presence. They continued to resurface, over and over again, like a stubborn memory that refused to be forgotten. The more I tried to dismiss them, the more their contents seemed to linger in my thoughts, refusing to be pushed aside or ignored.

“Y/n, what is the difference between speed and velocity?”

My heart dropped. I have been half-listening, my mind drifting, thinking about the message Dino sent to me—contemplating meeting him, and the school party. But now, I was completely caught off guard. Difference between speed and velocity—the words sounded fuzzy in my head, like fragments of a puzzle I wasn’t sure how to put together.

That was when she noticed him.

Bakugo.

He was sitting at the back of the class, leaning back in his chair, hands casually folded behind his head. He was grinning—the kind of grin that wasn’t friendly or supportive. It was the kind of grin that only came when you were sure someone else was about to fail. He’d been watching me for a while now, and I could feel his gaze boring into me. I knew exactly what he was thinking: She wasn’t paying attention. She doesn’t know the answer. This is my chance to look good in front of everyone.

The grin on Bakugo’s face widened ever so slightly, and I could almost hear his internal smirk. He had the confidence of someone who’d aced every test without breaking a sweat, someone who knew how to get under your skin with the smallest of gestures. And right now, his quiet, almost smug enjoyment was aimed directly at me.

My stomach twisted. It wasn’t that I cared about beating Dylan, exactly. But I did care about not looking foolish in front of the class—especially when he was clearly expecting me to fail. The challenge hung in the air, palpable, like an unspoken duel. I could almost hear him thinking, Come on, mess up. Please mess up.

The competitive spark in me flared to life, and in that moment, something shifted inside of me. I wasn’t going to let him get the last laugh. No way.

I straightened up in my chair, eyes narrowing just slightly, and forced myself to focus. I don’t need to know everything, I told myself. I just need to know enough to get this answer right.

My gaze locked back onto the board, and suddenly, it wasn’t so hard to make sense of the question. It was a simple logic question—something I could handle if I stopped panicking.

Mr. Aizawa was still looking at me expectantly, but now I had a plan. I took a steadying breath and spoke, my voice clearer than she felt.

“The difference between speed and velocity lies in their definitions, speed is a scalar quantity, meaning it only describes how fast an object is moving, without any reference to direction. For example, if a car is going 50 km/h, that's its speed.”

Her eyes flicked back to the board, confirming her answer. She could feel the weight of the moment—this was what it was all about. She hadn’t been paying attention before, but she was focused now, and she was going to finish strong.

“Velocity, on the other hand, is a vector quantity. This means it not only describes how fast an object is moving but also in which direction. For instance, if the car is traveling at 50 km/h to the east, its velocity is 50 km/h east. In essence, while speed only tells you the rate of motion, velocity provides both the rate and the direction of motion.”

Mr. Aizawa nodded approvingly. "Exactly, Y/n. Well done."

I felt a small surge of relief, but it wasn’t just the satisfaction of getting the answer right. It was the feeling of having turned the tables, of having taken control of the moment that had threatened to spiral out of my grasp. I glanced over at Bakugo, just as he was about to sit up straighter in his chair. His grin faltered when he saw the glint in my eyes.

And that was all the encouragement Bakugo needed.

I couldn’t help myself. A small, almost mischievous smile curved on my lips. It wasn’t an innocent, pleased-with-herself smile—it was the kind of grin you wore when you knew you’d just pulled something off, when you’d just made someone else realize they’d misjudged you.

Bakugo’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly, the smugness faltering for the briefest of moments. He’d thought I’d fumble. He’d thought I wouldn’t know the answer. But I had shown him, and not only had I known the answer—I said it with confidence, without hesitation.

He looked away first, clearly frustrated, but I didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened. I knew that look. He didn’t like losing, even if it was just a small moment, a little victory that nobody else in the room might even notice.

But I noticed. And that was enough for her.

As the class continued, Ellie let herself settle back into her seat, but her mind was sharp, focused, and alive with the thrill of competition. Dylan might have been the golden boy of the class, but today, in this small, unexpected moment, Ellie had beaten him. And for once, it felt really good to smile back at him—just a little bit smug, just a little bit competitive—knowing that he hadn’t seen this coming.

The moment I finished answering the question, I could feel it—a mix of pride and adrenaline coursing through me. I had nailed it, no hesitation, no second-guessing. The class had been quiet after I spoke, the silence hanging in the air before the professor acknowledged my answer. It felt like the eyes of the entire room were on me, but in that instant, I didn’t care. For once, I was the one who had it together.

But then there was the scoff.

I didn’t even need to look at him to know exactly who it was. Bakugo. The ever-present thorn in my side. His chair creaked as he shifted, his eyes narrowing in that way I was so familiar with. He looked almost... irritated, the kind of expression he wore when he thought someone was challenging his spot as top dog in this class. And right now, it was clear that he did not appreciate the fact that I was the one who had answered confidently.

Why does it always have to be him? I wondered, my hands clenched under the desk. I knew it was coming—he was going to find some way to one-up me, to make me feel small for doing something as simple as knowing the answer. I hated how predictable he was, but I hated even more that it affected me so much. I’d never let him see that, though. He had to think I was just as indifferent as he was.

I kept my eyes trained forward, pretending like his irritation didn’t bother me, like I wasn’t still replaying the way he’d looked at me, the way he always tried to put me in my place. It’s just a class. It doesn’t matter, I reminded myself. This isn’t real life. This is just some stupid competition.

The bell rang, breaking my thoughts, and the class started to pack up. As usual, Bakugo shoved his things into his bag with that signature smug expression, as if he'd already forgotten the moment I’d answered correctly. He probably wouldn’t give it a second thought, while I would be stewing in it for the rest of the day.

I grabbed my phone, hoping to distract myself. A new message from Dino.tnt 609 popped up. My fingers tapped the screen eagerly, relieved for the sudden shift in focus.

Dino.tnt609: “So, Halloween party tomorrow night.. what do you think? You in?”

I smiled at the message. Dino. He was the one person who could make everything feel lighter, even when things felt heavy. Talking to him always made me feel like I could breathe again after a day of dealing with Bakugo’s constant need to compete. Dino was my escape. He didn’t care about grades or the stupid academic battles I fought with Bakugo every day. He just… gets me.

But then I hesitated. My thumb hovered over the keyboard as I began to type, the excitement of the invite quickly dampened by a twinge of anxiety. The party. It should be fun, right? Just a Halloween party. But the idea of seeing someone in person—someone I had only ever known through texts and memes and game chats—suddenly felt overwhelming. What if I didn’t click with him in real life? What if meeting him was awkward?

But more than that, what if it turned out that the person I was texting with every night was someone I couldn’t stand in real life? What if he was one of those people who, once you met them face to face, you realized you just didn’t vibe with? What if it was someone like Bakugo?

Wait, no. Don’t think that. I tried to push the thought out of my head. I knew it was irrational. Dino wasn’t Bakugo. He couldn’t be. Dino was the one who listened to my rants without judgment. Bakugo would’ve laughed at my complaints, probably turned it into some kind of competition. But Dino didn’t—he understood. He had always been there when I needed to vent about school, about life, about how exhausting it was to constantly feel like I had to prove myself to people who didn’t deserve it.

I bit my lip, still unsure. Maybe I was overthinking it. It’s just a Halloween party. Just one night. The mask I planned to wear would make it easier, give me an extra layer of comfort in case things felt weird. And if it turned out the person I was meeting in real life was someone I couldn’t stand? I could always leave early, or just keep the mask on, keep things light. No pressure.

With a sigh, I finally typed back.

starz26708: “I’m not sure yet. I want to go, but I keep thinking about who I might run into. What if it’s someone I already know and just don’t get along with? I hate the idea of meeting someone and realizing they’re not who I thought they’d be…”

I glanced at the message after I sent it, my heart pounding slightly. What if Dino didn’t understand? What if he thought I was being weird or overdramatic? But no, Dino would get it. He always did.

My phone buzzed almost immediately, and I opened the message from him.

Dino.tnt609: “I totally get it. Meeting people in real life is a lot different, especially when you’ve only talked to them online. But hey, no worries. If you don’t like the vibe when you get there, you don’t have to stay. Just come and hang out for a bit, if you feel like it. We can just keep it lowkey. And honestly, the mask thing sounds awesome. No pressure at all.”

I felt the tension leave my shoulders as I read his reply. Dino’s message was so casual, so easy-going. It reminded me that I didn’t have to overthink everything. The idea of the mask suddenly felt like a safe haven, a way to protect myself if things didn’t go as planned. And if things went well? Even better.

I glanced at my costume on the chair across the room, the simple, cute outfit with the eye mask. It was just for fun, right? It would be a way to keep things light, to feel like I could still hide behind some layer of anonymity, just in case. I could show up, meet DIno, and see how it felt. If I didn’t like the vibe, I could leave. No harm done.

Taking a deep breath, I typed out my response.

starz26708: “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll come to the party. And I’ll wear the mask. No pressure. Just… a fun time, right?”

I hit send and sat back in my chair, feeling both nervous and excited. The thought of meeting Maverick in real life still made my heart race, but now there was a sense of excitement bubbling up, too. No more overthinking. Tomorrow would be what it would be.

As I tucked my phone back into my pocket, I couldn’t help but think back to the classroom earlier that day, the way Bakugo had looked at me with that scoff, like I was some kind of threat to his place in the class. I couldn’t stop him from being irritated or annoyed by me. But for once, I didn’t need to care. I was about to meet someone who saw me for who I really was, not just some competitor in an academic race.

And for the first time in a while, that felt like enough.

The library was still, the kind of stillness that envelops you like a blanket, pressing in with its quiet whispers. The scent of old books and fresh paper, mingled with the faint hum of fluorescent lights, filled the air. I sat at my usual spot in the corner near the back row of tables, tucked between two towering bookshelves. The table before me was cluttered with textbooks, notebooks, and a half-finished cup of coffee that had long since cooled. It was late afternoon, and the golden light from the windows cast long shadows across the floor, making everything feel a bit more serene than usual.

I liked it here—the calm, the solitude, the sense of focus that always seemed to find its way to me in the midst of my chaotic thoughts. But today, there was an odd distraction. Him. Bakugo.

It wasn’t that he had suddenly appeared or made his presence known in any way. No, he’d been here for a while now, sitting at the table across from hers, his head bent low over a stack of textbooks. His usual aloofness was present, that edge of arrogance that always seemed to follow him like a cloud, but it was muted somehow. Less blatant. Less in-your-face.

I could feel the tension in her chest as I stole a glance at him. My eyes lingered for just a moment, not sure what to make of it. He wasn’t showing off, wasn’t playing the part of the smug academic genius. He was just… working.

It was weird. It had been a while since I’d seen Bakugo like this—since he had been normal. Or maybe that wasn’t the right word. Maybe it was more like he was letting his guard down a little, just enough for me to notice. He was still Bakugo, the same guy who had scoffed at me when I answered that question in class with confidence, the same guy who’d shot me looks of condescension every chance he got. But today, there was something… different.

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with the way my thoughts were spiraling around him. I didn’t like this feeling. I didn’t like the fact that I was starting to care, even a little, about what Bakugo thought—or, worse, starting to wonder if he was, in some way, not the person I always assumed him to be.

My focus snapped back to my notes. I had a test coming up. A test I needed to ace. No distractions. No thoughts about him. And yet, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting back to him.

Bakugo had paused in the middle of writing, a pencil hovering above his notebook as he looked at something in the distance, his gaze unfocused. There was a tiredness about him today, something uncharacteristic, as though the weight of his own expectations were getting to him. His posture had shifted slightly; no longer the rigid, always-perfect stance, but more slouched, as if the constant pressure of being the best was beginning to wear on him. I had always known that he had his own demons, just as I did. But today, it felt… real somehow. It felt more human.

I tried to shake it off, to tell myself that this was just another moment of my own weakness, my need to understand people. To make sense of things. But it was harder now. It was harder to keep the walls up when I had seen a flicker of something real underneath the arrogance.

Bakugo cleared his throat suddenly, breaking the silence between them, and my eyes shot up, my heart giving an unexpected jolt. He was looking at me now, but not with the same sharp, dismissive gaze I was used to. No, this time, it was... different. There was still a hint of skepticism, but it wasn’t the biting kind. It was almost... curious.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, but not with the usual irritation. It was more like an observation. “Staring off into space.”

I blinked, surprised by the comment. “What?”

“You’re distracted,” he said, his voice quieter now. He shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck with a tired sigh. “You’ve been looking at me like I’m some kind of puzzle you’re trying to figure out.”

I frowned, annoyed at how accurately he’d read me, even though I hadn’t been aware of it myself. “I haven’t been staring at you,” I muttered, though it wasn’t very convincing. I hadn’t meant to stare at him, but it was hard not to when something about today felt... off. In a way that was hard to describe.

Bakugo smirked, the edge of his usual arrogance slipping back for a moment. “Sure you haven’t.”

The flicker of their old dynamic was still there, but there was something softer in the way he said it. No ridicule. No malice. Just a simple, half-amused observation.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t helping me focus. And yet, there was something about the way Bakugo was acting today that made me feel like he wasn’t just my academic rival anymore. He wasn’t just the guy who competed against me for every grade, for every small victory.

For a split second,I entertained the thought that maybe—just maybe—I had misjudged him. But I quickly dismissed it. Bakugo was still Bakugo. Still arrogant. Still stubborn. Still too proud for his own good.

“I’m trying to focus,” I muttered, feeling a bit of tension in my chest, my irritation creeping back.

Bakugo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he picked up his pencil again and started scribbling something in his notebook. The sound of the lead scraping against the paper was oddly calming in the otherwise quiet space. I could feel the weight of the moment stretch out, the minutes slipping by as both of us worked, neither of us speaking.

And then, unexpectedly, Bakugo spoke again.

“You know,” he said, his voice a little softer than before, “you’re not the only one stressed out about this stuff.”

I blinked at him. What?

“Yeah,” He continued, not looking up from his work. “I might seem like I have everything figured out all the time, but I don’t. I—” He paused for a second, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something that wasn’t arrogance in his eyes. “I hate feeling like I’m always just... expected to be the best, you know?”

I was taken aback. I didn’t know how to respond at first. This wasn’t the Bakugo I knew, the Bakugo who acted like he had the world on a string and was just waiting for it to fall into place. No, this was different. This was... human. Vulnerable, even.

I swallowed, the words catching in my throat. “I get it,” I said quietly, before I could stop herself. “I feel the same way. Like I’m always trying to prove something. Like I’m never enough.”

Bakugo finally looked up at me then, his expression more thoughtful than I had ever seen it. The usual arrogance was still there, tucked beneath the surface, but it wasn’t all-consuming. For a second, he just looked at her, as if considering her words. And for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to say next.

Then, surprisingly, Bakugo offered a small, almost imperceptible nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, not into a smirk, but a genuine smile. It wasn’t much—certainly not the kind of smile I ever expect from him—but it was enough.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Guess we’re not so different after all.”

I was silent for a moment, processing the unexpected turn in their conversation. There was still so much about him that grated on my nerves, but in that moment, sitting in the library with him, I realized something. Maybe—just maybe—there was more to him than the arrogant exterior he always wore. Maybe there was a real person beneath all that pride and stubbornness.

And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to see him for who he truly was.

“I guess so,” I replied, offering him a small smile of my own.

Both of us went back to their work, the silence stretching out between us again, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… peaceful. There was an understanding now, an unspoken truce. They weren’t enemies, not really—not anymore.

For the first time, I realized that their rivalry didn’t have to define us. We could just be two students, studying together in the same quiet space, both trying to survive the pressures of their lives.

And in that simple moment, sitting across from each other, we both found a kind of peace.

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[bremser]

Berenice Abbott at 18 rue Servandoni

The portrait on the cover of Julia Van Haaften's 2018 biography "Berenice Abbott: A Life in Photography" and at the top of Abbott's wiki page is by an unknown photographer. It was taken for the small newspaper Paris-Midi, published June 14, 1928. Keystone France agency, and now Getty owns the rights and incorrectly dates it as 1927, while Wikipedia dates it as "1930s."

At the time, her studio was at 18 rue Servandoni in Paris, we see the fireplace and door in the background in other portraits, such as the portrait of James Joyce's daughter, Lucia. There's a classic Atget at 15 rue Servandoni, but it's from 1903-4. Atget died in 1927 and Abbott, along with Julien Levy, saved his archive. By 1930 she was in New York City, where Walker Evans made his great portrait of her.

Van Haaften writes that in search of lower rent, Abbott moved to the rue Servandoni studio in early 1928. Abbott kept a clipping of the newspaper, but there's no further detail about the portrait session in the biography.

I was curious about the photographer of the portrait and found Getty has a handful of other frames from the same session that I'd never seen.

Most interesting of those frames is this contemplative shot showing the windows of her studio, maybe some photo chemicals on the table. A puff of smoke emanates from Abbott's cigarette in the same place where someone has left their fingerprint on the negative or print. There's a strong reflection or light leak in the top left corner of the frame. Van Haaften describes the rue Servandoni studio offering "beautiful north light."

Looking at the building on Google Earth, there is one north-facing spot that has the large windows similar to the 1928 portrait, seen in the center of the screen grab below.

Another detail Van Haaften mentions is that it took Abbott months to install electricity. An electric spotlight is on a tripod behind Abbott in the standing portrait. In the alternate angle you can see a not-to-code wire dangling.

So, who made these portraits? The Keystone France agency was an off-shoot of a popular stereoview company based in Meadville, Pennsylvania, hence "keystone." If you've ever flipped through old stereoviews at a vintage shop, you recognize this brand. The French agency was founded by Alexandre Garai in 1927 (whose brother Bertram started a related Keystone in London in 1914). The Met has one photograph by Alexandre Garai, taken in 1927. The jpeg is tiny, but indicates a modern perspective. While it's possible Garai is the photographer, his brother's ethos seems to have been to be the boss ... and never touch a camera.

The identity could be buried deep in Getty's London warehouse, which stores 80 million photographs and negatives. When these frames were scanned and metadata added to Getty in 2010-2016, if there was a name on the back of the prints, it probably would have been added then.

From the photos themselves, it's difficult to say if Abbott had a rapport or was familiar with the photographer: her default intensity is remarkably consistent her entire life, up until the last portrait of her in 1991.

(left, rue Servandoni 1929, right: Hank O'Neal, Berenice Abbott, Last Portrait, Monson, Maine July 17, 1991)

From the resolution, the depth of field on the lens, these are probably shot with a 4x5 or larger camera. It looks like the photographer shot the lens wide open, the camera in the standing portraits looks very much in focus, while Abbott's face looks slightly out of focus.

Two of the four frames have similar damage, could be a development problem, but could be mold later while in storage. Abbott's Paris portraits of the period were shot on glass (as much of Atget's body of work was), though by the late 1920s glass plates had mostly been replaced by film. Annoyingly, Getty is one of the best places online to see her Paris portraits, but the Steidl book is highly recommended. Seen together, you realize why Man Ray felt threatened, or at least annoyed, by his former assistant.

The photographer was either challenged or in a challenging environment. Abbott was often a withering critic, one can imagine a green photographer shows up to make portraits and encounters a prickly subject. With the seated portrait above, at first glance, I thought maybe the print has a piece torn out of the left side? Or is it a modern lamp intruding on the composition?

It's difficult to tell with the window portrait how much of it is a metering mistake or the potential development issue, but it looks several stops overexposed to be of use in publication of that time. Today, with our phone cameras taking three frames and digitally merging exposure, we can romanticize the top half of her body dissolving into the light is as the "magic of film."

I'm calling this the "last" frame of the session, based only on the fact that her pose and facial expression has shifted from intensity to a mix of boredom and exasperation. The photographer told her to sit on the day bed with tea and a book, "look relaxed," but she wants nothing to do with it.

[wumiings]

Trying to tease out any ideas about SY’s life pre-canon is so tricky because you have to sort of choose a point on the sliding scale between the two basic reasons for SQQ completely blocking out the ‘Shen Yuan’ identity:

His previous life was bad/painful and he wants to forget it in favor of the new one

His previous life was good and it’s painful to remember what he can never have back

It’s unlikely that the truth lies at either extreme, but the little information we have makes it hard to determine which way the scale tips.

On the one hand, it’s clear that SQQ disdains SY on some level. He lacks ambition; he’s a “useless pretty boy waiting around to die.” His isolated, chronically-online lifestyle is profoundly unfulfilling, and he blames himself for it (although the audience has reason to believe this is not an entirely accurate self-assessment, hence the neurodivergence/invisible illness theories).

It makes sense that he would attach himself more strongly to the identity that he sees as having more substance; pre-canon, he mostly ‘lives’ online and therefore retains ties to the ‘Peerless Cucumber’ identity after transmigrating. So far, this all seems pretty cut and dry.

But on the other hand, there’s Shen Yuan’s family. Now, I see no reason to disbelieve the three straightforward facts we’re presented with on this subject: that one of his older brothers was warm and attentive, like YQY; that he doted on his younger sister (and read her kinky danmei); and that he didn’t have the same obligation to excel as his brothers because he didn’t have to inherit the family business.

However, if they were all as close as he claims, why doesn’t he seem to mourn them? After pushing LBH into the Abyss, SQQ “doesn’t mourn” but it’s obvious from everyone’s reactions that he really fucking does. In contrast, there aren’t many signs in the first book that he’s secretly struggling with the grief of never seeing his loved ones again.

Are these relationships so ultimately insignificant/unfulfilling that he can easily cast them off right along with the concept of ‘Shen Yuan’? Are they more fraught/bittersweet than he is willing to acknowledge (and is this related to why we get no particular details about his parents or second brother)? Or is feeling of loss so powerful that he can’t even allow himself to contemplate or allude to it, can only cling to this new identity that never had a family to lose?

SY!SQQ’s “true self” is Shen Qingqiu. And in that sense, an identity reveal really isn’t that important, because it wouldn’t change anything about how the other characters should understand him. But if you view the narrative as shaped behind the scenes by a hidden yet pervasive grief inextricably tied to Shen Yuan’s history, then that history and that self become relevant to his present and future.

As notable as it is that he opted to go by his internet handle in the mushroom body, I think it’s also somewhat symbolic that the physical form he grew for himself was a combination of Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu’s features. And that while these three identities (SY, SQQ, Cucumber) were integrated into a single self, he was stronger than any of them individually.

Just some food for thought.

[vixentheplanet]

endless (love)

“I know, I've found in you my endless love.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: Nine years after a drunken love confession.

heiress series: 1. heartbeat | 2. afterglow

word count: 5k

themes: heiress reader, marriage, babies, reader is a nervous mommy which is okay, therapy, trauma healing, fluff, and smut.

warnings: mentions of drugs, panic attack, fear of abandonment, and sex.

dedicated to @shurislover because you’re so sweet omg 🥲🩷

hi ✨- i think that’s all of them…. illicit nights part two never going back up btw lmao i have to find the energy to rework that

The limo driver barely comes to a complete stop in front of the starry Esmé sign before you rush the door open, nearly knocking down the valet who had anticipated to be the one to open it for you. "I'm sorry!" you exclaim hurriedly without turning back. You had one thing on your mind, and you were almost there. You enter the rotating door without having to identify yourself to the police and Dora Milaje stationed outside.

Even with the heart-shaped herb's advantages, Shuri couldn't keep up with you as you strutted across the lobby. You're sure people were gazing at you with wide eyes as they recognized who you were—Hotel Heiress, Queen of Wakanda (one of them), and a new title that had you trending online all the time. Yet you were a woman on a mission, and nothing could deter you except the elevator wait time.

A frustrated grumble escapes your lips as you tap your feet impatiently on the carpet. "Fucking asshole," you mutter, continually hitting the button as if it will make the doors open faster.

—

You were so lost in contemplation that you failed to notice your wife's efforts to keep up with you. Shuri looks worriedly at you and says, "Y/N. My love, you must relax."

"I'm fine—can this elevator move any faster? I'm going to sue whoever built this elevator. Oh my-“ The elevator chimes, interrupting your tirade, and you rush into the gold cart, scanning the key card before pressing the button to move it.

A hand massages calming patterns on your bare shoulder while you're dazedly viewing the numbers on display above. "Look at me," your wife urges softly. "You have to breathe, Y/N," she says, making you aware of how tight your chest is, but you can ignore it.

The strain of the evening starts to break free with a deep sigh as you stretch your shoulders. You were back in New York on official business, which meant that you weren't interested in anything that didn't need your direct participation as Queen of Wakanda. Amaya and her boyfriend, on the other hand, had asked you and Shuri to dinner tonight.

Amaya wanted to introduce you to her new partner, but you refused. "If they're still together the next time we visit New York, we'll know it's serious and worth leaving our children." You argue, putting emphasis on the last word. Shuri was having none of it.

Your therapist and wife noted how often you needed to be reminded to maintain the equilibrium between motherhood and your identity—the importance of embracing this new aspect of your life while still having fun.

"No, this is their first time here. It's unfamiliar territory, and we've been gone for some time. God alone knows what's going through their heads. They’re probably so confused.”

First, you said no, but after a long stare-down and Shuri's insistence, you eventually agreed—though not without a few safety precautions. The infants had grown used to the safety and security of the Wakandan Palace. So, did you ask that police officers identify everyone entering and exiting the building? Yes. Did you call Marco from the bar and urge him to come to babysit the twins? Yes. Were the Dora Milaje stationed inside the penthouse, outside the elevator, and at the hotel's front door? Yes, as well. Everyone understood that it was best to take the extra step of caution, and they wouldn't dare argue with you.

Maybe you were being overprotective, but you were not taking risks with the hotel's penthouse housing the children of the Èsme Heiress and Black Panther, Queen of Wakanda. 

You remember the ultrasound during your first trimester. The doctor made the happy announcement that you were carrying twins. In your state of astonishment, you recall telling the doctor, "Two? We only asked for one.” Alternating your gaze between the screen and Shuri, whose eyes were as wide as yours.

The twins may have come as a shock, but they are the best present the universe could provide to you and your wife. The feelings of love, affection, and protectiveness were intense, to the point of being nearly overpowering. You became their mother the second you touched your babies. 

Vatusia and Vian Esmé-Udaku.

Their hazel-brown eyes looked directly at you, and as unmistakable as anything you've ever encountered in your life, they declared, ‘I'm entirely vulnerable. I need you.’ You'd never felt more important. The sheer sense of urgency caught you off guard. Yet only for a brief moment—a billionth of a second at most. You returned their gaze and signaled in every manner conceivable, ‘I've got you. I'm not going anywhere.’

"They're protected," Shuri reassured you on the way to the restaurant after everything was in place, but your body refused to ease. Even on the ride back when you knew you'd soon be holding your children again. It needed to be more. You have to see them. For them to see you and know you were still there. You hadn’t left.

You step out of the elevator, ready to sprint through the corridor to the entrance, but Shuri's unexpected grasp on your wrist stops you. For a split second, you feel betrayed, not understanding why Shuri wanted to keep you away from the twins for yet another moment or two. She opens her mouth to speak, but you immediately cut her off. "Can we talk about whatever it is inside?"

The queen shakes her head. "The twins are safe, Angel. There would have been communication if that were not the case. We're standing right outside the front entrance. However, you remain anxious. You're not being completely honest with me about how you feel."

The words of Shuri cut deep, rendering you silent. Shuri was correct. You were afraid to say it aloud, but you understood why you felt the way you did. It was ridiculous to believe you could hide anything from the woman you'd been with for ten years. You could tell each other's feelings and nonverbal signs without saying anything. When you surrender to her embrace, you take a deep breath and look up into her eyes. Those who meet yours are looking for you to say what's on your mind, and they won't stop staring until you do.

Dr. Faraji often stressed the importance of vocalizing your thoughts to your wife. The importance of when you're feeling low, lean on your partner for a bit of support. She was right. Shuri always helps bring you back in touch with reality and energizes you with words of encouragement. 

"They've never been in the penthouse before, and I'm not there. I don't want them to think I abandoned them," you whisper in the last sentence, your anxieties forcing you to bite your lower lip.

The pained expression on Shuri’s face at your confession makes your heartbreak. She’s in your space, consuming the entire area between you as a palm caresses your weary features, relaxing instantly. "Y/N," she replies firmly. "You are not your mother," she explains.

You look down, breaking eye contact. "I know. And still, I can't stop thinking about my childhood and experiences. I don't want them to feel that way even for a second." They wouldn't recall these times today since they were only a few months old, but they still had emotions and consciousness. Your memories of your younger self are vivid—a child who failed to receive constant loving or caring attention. You were unable to build close relationships when your mother abandoned you, leaving you with continuous tension and worry.

Gentle fingertips on your lower back entice you to avoid the traumatic past. "Y/N, such an assumption will only bring you down. You should be present. In current time with our beautiful family." Tender lips gently press on your cheek. "You and our children are a blessing to me. "You're an amazing mother," Shuri adds, and the sediment warms your body.

The tightness in your chest dissipates as your attention is drawn to the love of your life. "You are, too," you assure her, although you always tell each other this. Shuri adjusted to parenting faster than you did. It could be because she's constantly evolving and adapting to new conditions. Motherhood was no different; it was simply more permanent.

Above all, she was crucial for the kids and you. You felt a lot of stress and emotional drain as a mother. It's one thing to be a first-time mom, but it's quite another to be a first-time mom of two. The fear that you would forget something or make a mistake had become stronger. Your thoughts were so chaotic with all the worst things that may happen that Shuri had to make you stop and think about the good things.

Shuri was a calming presence in what can be a tumultuous and perplexing world—increasing your inner strength and being the rock on which your kids can depend.

When you were working through your abandonment issues with your therapist, Dr. Faraji questioned, "Would you ever want to experience motherhood?"

The question takes you by surprise. You pause for a moment to consider your response before speaking again. “I wouldn’t want to fuck up. One misstep and your child is wearing a dress that is just fabric. Snorting cocaine in Ibiza," the phrases are so raw and honest that you can't help but chuckle uncomfortably. The prospect of your child being anything like you is horrifying.

Regardless of how painful your statements are,  Dr. Faraji smiles. “You didn’t say no,” she notes, and you blink. You didn't say no since you hadn't considered having children, but now that she's brought it up, your primary concern is whether you'd be a decent mother. "I sense a lot of anxiety surrounding the matter, which leads to confusion, but I have to ask.  Is your marriage to your wife similar to your parents?"

The notion of comparing your parents to what you and Shuri have caused your brows to wrinkle. "God no," Your father was never able to be present during his marriage to your mother. Marriage requires effort. You were aware of this, so when the subject came up, you explained to Shuri that you wanted time to think things through first. Even though you were certain that Shuri would be at your side for the rest of your life, you still worried that some of your past trauma might seep into your relationship and cause problems down the road. Shuri encouraged you to see a therapist, and through her networks, you were able to see Dr. Faraji, a leading clinical psychologist in Wakanda. Once you came to terms with your history, you recognized you couldn't let the old you keep you from progressing.

"We're not like them at all." Shuri makes you feel intelligent, charming, gorgeous, creative, and like your best self. She helps you to flourish by highlighting and enhancing your best qualities. There are aspects of you that she understands that you simply can't put into words.

The atmosphere surrounding Shuri is warm and inviting, just as it should be with the person you hope to marry or spend the rest of your life with. You have discovered a level of safety in each other and the future. Following the wedding, you realize that the two of you are more evenly matched than ever before, and you wonder why you ever questioned otherwise.

It's not uncommon for Shuri to find you looking absentmindedly at your ring, at which point you proudly inform her of your good fortune in being adored by her.

Dr. Faraji directs your attention away from pleasant recollections and onto the current subject matter. "Yes, you can't let your upbringing's fear keep you from pursuing the things you desire in the future.  Imagine your life if your heart had not subconsciously yearned for love?”

Given all of the drugs, drinking, and partying. "I'd most likely be dead," you confess. Your lifestyle was unsustainable, and Shuri should not have fit in, yet she did. She literally and metaphorically saved you that night. Life is love. A human being cannot exist without love. Shuri brought new life into you by loving you.

“But you’re here. You've evolved into a brilliant woman, a prominent design and political figure, and an excellent wife."

When your therapist recited your many successes over the last seven years, you choked back the question, "Are you trying to make me cry?" I don't have time to redo my makeup after this since I have a very hectic schedule." Dr. Faraji is not offended by your forthright demeanor. I was aware of your aversion to showing your feelings.

She chuckles as she adjusts her eyeglasses. “No, I am not trying to make you cry, Y/N. My point is that you shouldn't allow your history to prevent you from attaining what you want. And, if it's any consolation, I believe you and Shuri would make wonderful parents."

Perhaps Faraji had psychic abilities since she was spot on. You and Shuri are both excellent mothers. Two years later, you gave birth to your children after much preparation and consideration. Two lovely representations of the love you and Shuri have created. Building something in which elements of the two of you can exist in your children.

There you are, where it all began holding onto each other. You're standing in the center of the hall, embracing each other tightly as Shuri gives you time to catch your breath. Shuri sighs contentedly, a little chuckle escaping her lips. "What is it?" you inquire.

“I remember getting your drunk voicemail, and the only thing running through my mind was, ‘Go get her.’ This ache in my chest, that if I didn’t get to you as soon as possible, I would lose my chance.” You grimaced at the thought of that night, but you were always thankful for the courage of your intoxicated self all those years ago. “Stop bringing that up,” you groan. 

Shuri shakes her head, still fond of the memory, “It was the start of our love story. Now, I’m walking down this hallway with my wife and two children waiting for us. Life is a funny thing.” 

You smile when she mentions 'my wife' and the world you've created together. A future you never expected to have, but you're so thrilled it's yours. Shuri is all yours. "You saved my life," you say quietly.

"You are my life," Shuri responds, kissing your forehead. “You’re the greatest gift Bast could ever bestow upon me.” And just when you thought it was impossible, you fell even more in love.

You press your lips together and give each other a brief kiss. "Come on, let's go put the babies to bed," you say, and Shuri agrees, relieved that your panic has eased. As you walk down the corridor, you pull apart yet keep your hands entwined. You are greeted as soon as you go through the entrance and into the living room. Vian is the first to notice his parents dropping the block he was holding and crawling from the playmat.

You crouch down instinctively, allowing Vian to crawl into your arms with wobbly movements before lifting the soon-to-be one-year-old in a solid grasp. You missed your children. "Hello, my little bear," you coo, tickling the delicate skin beneath his chin. Vian reacts instantaneously, soft joyous cries from his tiny lips.

You feel overwhelmingly happy whenever you hear your baby boy laughing. “Silly boy. Were you good for Marco?” You ask in a sing-song tone.

The man in question gets off the sofa. “Perfect angels,” Marco insists, cradling Vatusia in his arms. The young child was content until she discovered you and Shuri had returned. Your little girl reached out for Shuri with grabby motions, her eyes pleading for comfort from her mother.

Shuri sprang into action without hesitating, moving at lightspeed to take Vatusia. "Did you miss me and Mommy, Tutu?" Shuri coos, lovingly brushing her nose on Vatusia's button nose. Vatusia's loud and cheerful giggles echo through the room while Vian lays his head on your shoulder after his bout of laughs. On the other hand, his sister was a very active baby who constantly sought stimulation and enjoyed exploring. Vian was calm and easygoing. He could doze off anyplace and be content to play by himself. He watches everything around him but rarely demands attention, though, of course, you shower him with unending love and affection.

"Thank you very much, Marco."

“Yes, thank you.” Shuri agrees, having grown comfortable with the older man. Marco's wedding speech was a crowd favorite. "We would not be here today if I hadn't found the pen successfully." The guest went wild with amusement at his story. Marco was the only person you could entrust your children to outside of the Dora’s, though you soon discussed hiring a nanny whenever you returned to work.

"Anytime," the man says, beaming as he observes your miraculous transformation.

You're rocking Vian slowly while massaging small circular patterns on his back. "You have to operate a hotel. Get back to work,” you joke. Recognizing the promotion you gave the former bartender.

Marco humors you with a salute. “You got it, boss.” At Marco’s dismissal from the penthouse, the Dora’s stationed inside nod and leave, leaving you and Shuri alone with your children.  

You take slow steps to your wife, ensuring not to disturb the baby boy in your arms, and smile at your joyful daughter. You lean in for a kiss on the forehead and tell her, "We missed you too, baby." The brown-eyed girl cackles at the reception of your love, and it’s the most precious sound you’ve ever heard.

Later after you’ve changed, having let Shuri go first, you return to find her lying in bed. Vian peacefully rests on her chest, his little mouth creating a slight pout. Vatusia lies cradled on her side, not quite sleeping, but a small yawn escapes her lips as her eyelids droop. The babies are dressed in pale blue Christian Dior onesies that your brother purchased. Your heart melts at the view. "Do I need to put them in their crib?" You ask. The twins had separate beds in their nursery in Wakanda, but for this short visit, you chose a single crib to hold them both. They're still relatively small.

“In a little. I want to make sure they sleep well before moving them.” Shuri’s tone is hushed so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

Always so attentive. “Okay.” You climb into bed, cuddling on your side to watch the scene until Shuri needs your help getting the restful babies to their bed. You can't help but reach out to lightly stroke Vatusia's silky hair so as not to startle her.

Shuri's words about the significance of being present come to mind. That was a journey, and you had to be patient with yourself. Mindfulness is a technique that trains you to look for happiness in the present rather than dwelling on the past.

You block off any outside influences that can distract you and give your full attention to the now. Vatusia twitches slightly and breathes shallowly. A deep sleep should come quickly to her soon. Apart from the rise and fall of his chest, Vian is fast asleep, calm, and motionless. It's so easy to become absorbed in the tranquility of these two beautiful beings that are a part of both of you, literally made of you.

You raise your gaze to Shuri, who is already looking back at you. The expression on your face is sufficient to convey your emotions. You still have to say it. But Shuri beats you to it: "I love you," she exhales.

And you don't hesitate to return the sentiment. "I love you."

The day you had started routinely. You and Shuri woke up beside each other. Griot alerted you the moment the twins woke up, opening the door connected to your bedroom. 

As you look down at the sleepy baby girl stirring awake, you notice an irregular pattern with her breathing. Nerves rise. “Do you think Vatusia’s breathing is weird?” you ask your wife, who was busying herself with gathering Vian. 

Shuri frowns, pausing to listen to her child’s breathing before calling out, “Griot, what’s Tutu’s oxygen levels.”

The AI responds immediately, constantly tracking the twin's vitals. “Princess Vatusia Esmé-Udaku’s oxygen levels are sustaining between 95-100%.” 

“And her respiratory rate,” Shuri inquires, bending down to retrieve Vian from the Vibranium crib. 

“20-40 beats per. The normal range for infants.” Griot answers. 

Even though you weren’t a doctor, you knew enough to understand the message; Vitusia was okay. “Please inform me immediately of any desaturation or if her rates decrease or increase outside the normal range.”

“Of course, Panther.”

Shuri turns to face you, holding a half-awakened Vian in her toned arms. Her clothing is securely clasped in her tiny fingers. It's adorable. Your wife assures you, "She's perfectly all right," You sigh in response. You were doing it again. Carefully picking up the young Princess, you say, "I'm sorry."

“You’re trying to give Mommy a heart attack first thing in the morning. Aren’t you?” You tease, using your customary high-pitched voice when speaking to the twins. Vatusia is wide awake now, chuckling as you press lips into her neck.

While taking in the scene before her, Shuri finds herself unable to suppress the grin that has formed on her face. "Please do not apologize. Never regret your concern for the well-being of your angels, sweetheart." How did you get so blessed to have someone in your life who is so supportive and understanding? "Come on, you have a big day today," Shuri said quietly, kissing your lips.

Understanding how busy today would be for you and Shuri, the new nanny collected the twins after breakfast. You had to put your thoughts back into work gear once the babies were out of sight. You had a few virtual sessions with the North American Chief Brand & Communications Officer and the Executive Committees.

Your job was Esmé's Head of Interior Design, but you'd recommended to your father that some of the most popular hotels and resorts include an on-site kids club and babysitters. The new granddad was overjoyed at the prospect. You expected to be needed as Esmé's Head of Interior Design throughout the construction stage, but your father urged you to take the initiative on the project. It took some persuasion from your wife and Dr. Faraji because it meant spending less time with Vatusia and Vian after sitting down and carefully adjusting your schedule. A great team supported you and handled everything well during pregnancy and maternity leave. Unless it was for critical choices or meetings, you felt comfortable relying on them.

The first task you'd assigned to the global Esmé teams was to collect statistical data to determine which resorts had the highest number of guest check-ins with children. You held a few meetings and came to the conclusion that you and your team would analyze the data before picking which hotels to upgrade first. Establishing on-site kid's clubs or hiring babysitters can provide parents with much-needed respite any time of day or night. Activities for children of various ages are planned at these supervised daycares. While you walked down the corridor to the playroom to check on Vatusia and Vian, you were filled with excitement about all the possibilities. Your wife appears almost unexpectedly. "Where are you going?" Shuri interjected.

"To see how the babies are."

"I went to the playroom, and they're great."

She didn't even wait for you to answer, instead using her enhanced strength to lift you with minimal effort. She's hauling you back in the direction of your bedroom over her shoulders. Shuri, perhaps due to your long marriage, intuitively understands the needs of her wife's body. There were moments when you needed it delicately and slowly as she showered you with compliments. Sometimes, like now, she'll change things by fucking you so hard that you can't even think straight. Hitting it from behind, you like you were a side chick.

It didn't matter how the monarch dealt with you. Sex with Shuri was always blissful; you were grateful to have it for the rest of your life. Call it cliché, but sex is a great stress relief for your hectic lifestyle. The rapid motions and powerful sexual satisfaction lead to an altered state of consciousness in which you can cognitively filter out all other inputs and concentrate your full attention on the sensations and emotional connection with each other.

“Keep your ass up for me,” your wife instructs, and you do as she says. "You want it so bad, huh?" Shuri teases, moving the tip back and forth across your entrance. You nodded, yes, yes, yes, because you needed it at this point—heat growing in the pit of your abdomen, yearning to be eased. Shuri smugly chuckles at your distress.

As she slips back in, keep your ass up in the air. Shuri pushes deep, her fingers digging into the flesh of your backside, and your breath hitches in your throat. Shuri leans back, seeing the length vanish inside your pussy. “Shit, baby,” she groans, and you sigh in relief at a stretch.

Shuri is standing upright while you are kneeling at the edge of the bed, legs spread apart, back arched artfully. The sheets' plush texture brushed across your sensitive nipples, and tits pressed into the mattress.

Covers shifted, eyes rolled in the back of your head;  Shuri began with a combination of slow, hard trust. As though you were floating, your head was light, and every caress was exhilarating. Your spine was tingling with chills. It's a fantastic sensation as Shuri drives into you, clearing away all thoughts and emotions that don't serve your satisfaction.

You rest your head on your arms, refusing to press your face against the covers and conceal the moans that fall from your parted lips. Let the woman behind you know how good she was giving it to you. "You sound incredible. I love how you beg for me."

Your tone is low and somewhat distorted as you're overcome with ecstasy. You gasp, "You feel so fucking amazing, fuck me so well." The words have the desired impact on Shuri, who accelerates her hips and works harder to extract more exquisite noises from your lovely honey voice.

"You deserve it," Shuri adds, unable to contain her admiration for you.

The vibrations of Shuri's hips hitting your ass, the hard impact of skin-on-skin contact, and sticky squelches filled the room with each slam. “Pl…please. So close. Baby, keep going," you whimper, your core throbbing with white-hot pleasure.

Shuri, who is no longer interested in slowing down, takes complete authority, pounding into you with such intensity that your body shakes. You arch into the contact, crying out loud, grateful for the sound protection, even though anyone with common sense could tell what was going on when the two of you vanished. Shuri fucks you with enthusiasm, pushing you up the bed before she needs to grasp you and hold you in place.

When Shuri speeds up the pace, your mind is in paradise. Praising you for how well you take it. You can bet Shuri was thrilled to see how your ass jiggled when her hips touched it. One of her hands slides over your ass and kneads the smooth flesh, guiding you back against her. "Damn," she breathes. Her tone was hypnotic.

The hand freezes when you let out a long, loud scream deep inside your gut. “R-right there,” you manage to stutter out. Now, you press your face into the fabric and scream Shuri’s name. As soon as you alerted her, she was positioned to strike the nerve deep within you precisely. Shuri shifted slightly and then pounded extra vigorously.

The deeper the penetration, the more your muscles relax. Shuri understood exactly how to curve her strokes to leave you gasping, panting, and sweaty beneath her. Shuri knew you were about to orgasm because she had the profound awareness that only comes from long-term relationships, from lovers who are very attuned to each other's rhythms. Becoming conscious of your breathing patterns, response levels, small motions, and reflexes.

Shuri leans over, sweaty skin sticking together, whispering in your ear, "Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it," her voice is alluring, and all you can do is obey her. Shuri's quick speed never slows, and she brings a hand to your clit to intensify your pleasure. "Don't stop, baby. I'm going to cum for you," you warn, pushing back on her. Knowing the sight was enough to drive her wild.

The rhythmic pressure provides a unified experience of ecstasy throughout your body. Your walls spasmed, tingles pricked your spine, and your toes curled. Your body shakes as a wave of convulsive feelings washes over you.

"Oh my goodness, fuck baby, yes," you babble. Your orgasm hits you, causing your entire body to tense up. Your lips form Shuri's name as you cum around the strap, sending a jolt of pleasure all the way down your pussy. "Yes, take all you need, my love," Shuri exclaims as her hard thrust extends your orgasm.

She won't stop until the room is filled with your cries and the slick sound of her stroking the cum back into you.

It's pure ecstasy.

[yupuffin]

New favorite scene, probably in the whole game. Absolutely flawless.

I've been playing Genshin Impact for about two years and eight months now, and this is the first scene in the whole game that actually made me cry while I was playing it.

The buildup. The framing. The pacing. The timing. It's so poignant. Not because it's particularly sad. (It's technically about Neuvillette mourning, but it ends up feeling more contemplative than anything else.)

And it's not because it's a big dramatic reveal either. Indeed, that's part of what I love about this scene.

One of my online friends has what I think is a very apt description for Neuvillette's identity: an "open secret."

Even just looking at him, it's obvious he's not a typical human: The pointy ears. The extra-intense slit-pupiled eyes. The super strong eyelash game. The otherworldly elegance of his silhouette. The separate sections of his hair that look suspiciously like antlers, or something similar. (Rhinophores, anybody? Okay, I'll go sit down. 🤣)

Indeed, we get several scenes hinting at Neuvillette's identity, and each gets progressively, tantalizingly closer to the truth without outright revealing it.

Of course, we start with Freminet's retelling of the legend of the Hydro Dragon, for context. Purportedly, whenever the Hydro Dragon of Fontaine weeps, the skies cloud over and pour out rain. (Coincidentally, it seems to rain after trials a lot.)

But it's just a myth... right?

We meet Neuvillette in the opera house, and we know right away there's a lot more to him than there seems to be on the surface. We get the mysterious yet charming incongruity his presence filling the room with a magnanimous silence, only for him to begin apologizing profusely, as he did not realize his reticence was contributing to the awkward atmosphere. He's not Lyney's friend, but sure, he'd be delighted to reciprocate if Lyney offered to befriend him.

Oh, and he's the Chief Justice. But since everyone attending opera house performances has reserved seating, he's not all that special.

Supposedly.

The next scene that continues to unravel the truth behind Neuvillette's identity was among my previous contenders for "personal favorite scene in the game," and not just because of how strongly it resonates with me as a person with blunted affect. Neuvillette tries to extend his sympathies to Navia for dealing with her father's death, but this only incites her anger, which she directs at him for his alleged complicity in said tragedy--he's too callous, too apathetic; if someone as powerful and influential as him had just tried, just cared, he could have prevented it.

Neuvillette faces her in silence, not refuting her accusations, offering only further apologies.

This conversation takes place indoors.

And once we step outside...

Guess what.

Okay, I love this scene, because the way the question of Neuvillette's identity is addressed at this point is already so poetic.

Indeed, due to his blunted affect and his reticence, while we can certainly make educated guesses, we don't get a conclusive read on Neuvillette's feelings about the conversation. What we do get is that, despite the earlier fair weather, it's suddenly precipitating when we step back outside.

And our other hint? That legend Freminet told us.

But we've already left Neuvillette's office, so we can't observe his emotional state firsthand and take that final logical step that would confirm our conjecture. We can only infer that, if the legend is true, the confrontation with Navia led Neuvillette to experience profound grief.

...That's if the legend is indeed true.

Later, we have Neuvillette using a mysterious, supernatural power to subdue Childe during his trial in the opera house. It happens too fast for anyone to witness properly, and when confronted, Neuvillette only extends that of course he's powerful enough to do this, because he's the Chief Justice and maintaining order is part of his job. Anyone in his occupation should be able to do what he did.

Still not a straightforward confirmation that he's the Hydro Dragon, but by now it's just one step down from explicitly stated. All of the evidence considered, it just makes way too much sense. Unless it's all a really, really big coincidence.

So then we spend a couple of Archon Quest acts doing some other adventurous stuff around Fontaine, with the stakes to address the grave prophecy growing ever higher. Depending on how quickly and frequently you play the game, this might take you a couple of hours, or, if you're like me, a few weeks or even months.

Then, during our investigation of the Fortress of Meropide, an insurmountable disaster looms.

Wriothesley's instructions? Go fetch Neuvillette.

Sure enough, the virtuous Chief Justice appears in the nick of time to quell the impending disaster... alone.

That's basically as close to solid proof as we've gotten that there's something truly exceptional about Neuvillette. In a situation that Wriothesley and Clorinde, both capable warriors, couldn't fully address even with their combined efforts, Neuvillette has no other backup.

"So, what's your secret?" Wriothesley quips. "Let me guess..."

There's two or three seconds of silence before he comments, inconclusively, "Maybe it's just your sense of responsibility."

That's another aspect of these scenes that I absolutely adore: they give you time to think. Yes, there's urgency and drama, because the single wall between an apocalyptic scenario and all of Fontaine is on the verge of collapse. Even so, the cutscene gives us space to briefly consider:

Just who or what is Neuvillette?

Is he really a singular being, or is that merely what we're led to believe with the evidence we've happened upon so far?

On one hand, yes, it's obvious that he's, if not the Hydro Dragon, someone unimaginably powerful and special.

On the other... is all of this any more than a glorified assumption? After all, we still don't have explicit confirmation.

Until.

UNTIL.

All of the pieces finally fall together.

The pacing in this scene is, in my opinion, immaculate.

Considering Arlecchino's speculations about Neuvillette's identity, we're led to confront Neuvillette himself: first, about the possibility of him, rather than Furina, being the true Hydro Archon. At first, he deflects, avoiding the question with silence, and Paimon apologetically redirects the conversation. This tension is briefly resolved as Neuvillette remarks, humorously, with a touch of resentment, "If, by 'you guys,' you mean Furina and I ... I must clarify that I do not share her positions on a multitude of topics."

There's another exchange about the situation in the Fortress, and then Neuvillette comments on the impending disaster: "I mourn this turn of events."

And then? AND THEN?

It IMMEDIATELY starts raining. As in, so fast, I thought I'd simply blinked when he tipped his chin up to look at the darkening sky.

Even then, as the players, we're given time to think. The Traveler, observing the abrupt change in weather doesn't instantly inquire about Neuvillette's identity. They contemplate the legend and indicate their thought process to Neuvillette, who only responds, "You may be closer to the truth than you think."

In spite of all of the all-but conclusive evidence we've amassed up until this point, Paimon, hilariously, hasn't caught on yet, and asks the Traveler what they're thinking.

Well, the Traveler responds after a second, "...He's the Dragon Sovereign of Water."

You can practically see the gears turning in Paimon's head as she considers this, and then, a few seconds later...

Paimon is the MVP for comic relief. Even Neuvillette himself concedes that it's really not all that surprising (my initial screenshot). Sure, he's keeping it a secret as far as not speaking of it to anybody, but also... it's so easy to tell.

Which was exactly my experience up until now.

I just adore how this entire issue proceeds. Fitting to Neuvillette's quiet, contemplative character, the buildup of dramatic tension surrounding the question of his identity gives the player ample time to ponder the evidence--to sit with the uncertainty of having a reasonable inference, but lacking the conclusive piece to outright confirm it. And there is tension here, because it's clearly a question he's sensitive about; he doesn't go around telling everybody that he's a dragon. At the same time, given his reclusive nature and influential status, it's not a question we have the opportunity to address him about to his face.

And the resolution of all that tension, while far from explosive--despite the urgency of the impending Fontaine apocalypse--is, in my opinion, incredibly satisfying. Instead of hitting us in the face with a revelation that makes us want to go lie down for a few hours, the story takes time to lead us to that conclusion, and then, in a peaceful scene that is, nevertheless, full of emotional vulnerability and intimacy, sets that final piece of proof gently in front of us, so, rather than being rushed with information, we're given our own time to consider it and process its significance.

Something about that still left me with a sense of awe at learning that Neuvillette really is the Hydro Dragon, almost identical to, but perhaps even more gratifying than, the one I might experience if it really was a big dramatic surprise.

And, to prevent the scene from falling too firmly into melancholy territory (given the nature of the emotions that lead us to this conclusion), we have the best traveling companion, Paimon, to offer her humorous commentary, in the form of being absolutely flabbergasted, a visualization of that theoretical "instantaneous revelation" that probably none of us experienced.

I just love how intricately touching it is. And, of course, I love Neuvillette.

Incidentally, Furina walks by towards the end of this scene, indicating that she's heard at least part of this conversation. While it's not clear from her conduct how much she knew beforehand, her presence seems to imply that Neuvillette's identity is, to some extent, a revelation for her as well, which would add so much depth and drama to their relationship as officials of Fontaine. (Remember that video where she scolds him for truncating a stressful trial?) That said, while I have my fair share of speculations about Furina as a character, I'm not particularly dedicated to/invested in her, and I'm still processing this whole "Neuvillette is a dragon" thing, so, rather than commenting further on this development, I'm just going to put it out there that I'm curious to see where it ends up.

[002yb]

Ok ok

A glutton for punishment.

What about jaydick, after Jay comes back and after everything, bridges are built, relationships mended, and... the Gotham Gazette reports about the coming back of the lost second son, after a cover story about getting lost in Europe and amnesia.... and it's very public all in all, and this is the Kardashians Waynes!

...and Dick and Jason fall for each other.

And while Bruce has trouble with the concept, and he does his damndest best to try and wrap his head around this,he is kinda Victorian after all, the press is Volatile (tm). And when the paparazzi get a glimpse...!

Cue in the hard life of the rich and famous!

Oh~ but what if all this starts because Dick is caught with some mysterious stranger by a random Gotham citizen. Nondescript as Dick and Jason are, lowkey as the places they go to are - the masses are 👀✨💦 when it comes to Dickie Grayson-Wayne, so pictures inevitably surface online. Just excited inquiries of 'Dickie back in Gotham?? Who's he with?'

And then more pictures surface with other people seeing them out and about and it becomes a witch hunt.

Bruce has always been good about tamping down formal media outlets when it comes to Dick though. Bruce has never been shy about causing a stir to get attention off his boy either. There's only so much he can do against the general public though. That besides, he sees blurry pictures of the man Dick is with and it doesn't matter that Jason wears a hood - Bruce would recognize his babygirl anywhere.

Which leads to crisis for Bruce because he can't understand it. Hell, he doesn't have the time to begin mulling it over to determine how he feels; everything in him screams at him that it's wrong but those are his boys - his sons. But again, no time to process because somehow Jason's identity comes out and all focus goes to damage control.

Bruce thought he would have more time. He shouldn't have underestimated the enthusiasm of today's youth. In other circumstances, Bruce would be proud of these young detectives in the making, but this time? For fuck's sake. ):

Anyway, damage control. Where they have some time as the family 'processes and copes in light of this development - the return of a lost son; please be respectful of their privacy at this time,' yadda yadda.

The cover story: European love affair. Dick goes abroad, meets a local. Love at first sight. They stay in touch. Jason goes by an entirely different name; he has a different identity. Amnesia convenience after experiencing forgotten horrors when he was lost and 'died' all those years ago. To their surprise, Talia has already laid a trail if anyone looks into it. All their means will make this go away, it's just...

Something something Dick and Jason having to give an interview because it's such a scandal and Dick gets the brunt of a lot of nasty accusations involving grooming and Jason has none of it. You know who groomed him? Gotham. Because news outlets chose to talk about garbage gossip instead of things that really matter. Like the kids working the streets and turning tricks, paying favors to those in the judicial system and those that run everything in the shadows. The abuses of Gotham's elite and how a payout shuts up anyone that can do anything about it while the victims suffer. Fuck them. Spinning the one kindness the world gave him into a cruelty - making him leave it; fuck them.

And Dick is just sat there. Not a care in the world as he watches Jason, all heart eyes and smitten smiles as Jason goes on a rant that extends longer than their allotted time.

But yeah they do 'break up.' Publicly, at least. And it's clear as day that it's out of obligation more than any real desire and people are confused. Some insist it's for the best, others contemplate the circumstances, and more still stir up drama that never quite sticks. In the end it's a forgotten thing though. Moved past as soon as the next scandal comes around.

Or better yet 👀: this is the jumping off point of Keeping Up With the Waynes. If I remember right the og started over a sex tape? For the Wayne's it opens on a joke about the scandal and is it weird he fucked his brother? Maybe. How was Dick to know the boy he thought he buried would become this (cue hot toddy slap and Jason shoving Dick off the couch they're sat on).

[sometimesiwritetoo]

The Hero Of Peace wears a 36D

Just posting this bc I started and then stopped it and kind of don't know if I'm gonna continue at some point but if ppl find it interesting hopefully it inspires some copycats.

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Katsuki found himself contemplating different words for butt. There was darrier or posterior if one wanted to be polite. Butt was straightforward, almost clinical these days. Booty was found in all of the songs that didn't want to be outright crass. It specifically called to image women with a lot of booty. Ones with very prominent booties. But that was not all. There were other mundane words like buttocks, rear, or caboose. Keister if one wanted to get a little foreign with it. Children sometimes said tush or heiny if they were raised properly, Katsuki wasn't so he'd never used those. Cheeks reminded him of Round Cheeks, and Round Cheek's lower cheeks were not on his mind when he came up with the nickname so he didn't particularly like the word. Finally there were words like ass. And while Katsuki may be an ass he did not usually find his mind occupied with them. Unless they were attached to one Keeper of the Peace hero who's arrival back into Japan came with some… transitions.

One year ago people online began to speculate. The uber fans could get quite occupied with their idols. Every appearance was scrutinized in heavy amount of detail, and heroes were no different. No matter the age. They'd all had weird theories about them floated around, but this one ended up being an iceberg problem in so far as it led down to a much deeper topic. Deku's ass had been steadily growing. The ass in question had always been great, but it was widening a noticeable amount for some months before the theory surfaced online. The first major guesses as to the cause was a new diet. Protein and squats sang the gym bros. In reality they were not wrong, Deku did enjoy squats. Not that Katsuki paid that much attention to them. But no, it was not just the exercises. It was not just a sudden influx of protein powder and egg whites. It was hormones. Estrogen to be specific. Prescribed and taken in secret, which over time gave Deku a lovely set of buns - another word for butt. Eight months after these rumors had begun to circulate Deku submitted a letter announcing not only a transition but a sabbatical. Six months out of country to transition and if everyone could please respect their hero's new identity that would be great kthxbye. Needless to say things had gotten interesting at the office. None of them had known, and Deku was long gone by the time the ball dropped and thus could not be questioned. It was genius if Katsuki said so himself, though he couldn't help but blow up a punching bag or two at the news. His poor mood was a mystery. Deku was gone for six months. And when she came back she jumped right in the middle of a villain attack without her gear, luggage at the train stop she'd dashed from. Through a mix of lack of practice and circumstance she'd been knocked, into Katsuki who'd gotten knocked into a nearby wall. A hilarious conga line of misfortune that ended with Deku's ass planted firmly in Katsuki's face. A 2/10 experience he'd have to let Mineta know. "Sorry Kacchan!" The voice said. Deku had always had a higher pitched voice, so even then it was recognizable. She reached down to help him up. She was still just a few centimeters shorter than him, making her a bit taller than most women in Japan. Before leaving her hair had been growing out, now it was cut in a shorter style with the sides faded. She wore little make up except for a very bold, red lip. Her travel clothes were just a green t-shirt and dark, blue jeans. Completely unsuited for battle. "Holy shit it's Midoriya." Shitty hair belted in his stupid, loud voice. "You look hot!" "Thanks Kiri!" She replied, though her eyes were on the gentleman with the tentacle monster quirk. "You don't look half bad yourself!"

[enlightenedmonk]

Unlocking the Mysteries of Tarot Cards in 2024

Even in a world where data and technology are taking over, tarot cards still have a mysterious appeal. These mysterious decks have been used for guidance, contemplation, and divination for millennia. As 2024 approaches, tarot cards’ allure only grows as they solve life’s mysteries by fusing traditional knowledge with fresh interpretations.

A Synopsis of Tarot’s History

Tarot card history is obscure, but it seems to have begun in Europe in the late 14th century. Tarot cards were originally employed for games, but by the eighteenth century, they had developed into a tool for spiritual guidance and divination. The 78 cards in a normal deck are split between the Major Arcana, which stands for important life events and spiritual lessons, and the Minor Arcana, which is more focused on everyday encounters.

The Tarot Deck’s Structure

To unravel the mysteries of a tarot card, one must comprehend its construction.

Principal Arcana: The Major Arcana, which consists of 22 cards, include well-known characters including The Fool, The Magician, and The High Priestess. Major life themes and spiritual lessons are represented by these cards. For example, The Fool is a symbol of possibility and fresh starts, while The High Priestess is a symbol of hidden knowledge and intuition.

Minor Arcana: The four suits of Wands, Cups, Swords, and Pentacles comprise the remaining 56 cards. Every suit relates to a certain facet of life:

Wands: Ambition, action, and creativity.

Cups: Intuition, connections, and feelings.

Swords: Decision-making, conflict, and intellect.

Pentacles: Things material, labor, and money.

The Role of Intuition in Tarot

One of the most compelling aspects of tarot reading is its reliance on intuition. While each card has traditional meanings, the interpretation can vary greatly depending on the reader and the context of the question. In 2024, many tarot practitioners emphasize the importance of tapping into one’s intuition to derive personal and meaningful insights from the cards.

Modern Tarot Trends

Social media, online forums, and the wellness sector have all contributed to the tarot’s recent increase in popularity. Below are a few noteworthy trends for 2024:

Online Tarot: Tarot readings are no longer limited by geography because to technological advancements. Tarot is now accessible to a worldwide audience through a plethora of applications and websites that provide virtual readings. Digital tarot decks combine traditional methods with contemporary technology by offering interactive elements and algorithmically-based individualized readings.

Variety of Decks: Tarot decks nowadays reflect a wide range of cultures, identities, and interests with their numerous themes and styles. There is a deck for everyone, ranging from ones that celebrate LGBTQ+ communities or incorporate pop culture motifs to those that are influenced by traditional Rider-Waite images.

Therapeutic Applications: As a tool for introspection and emotional recovery, tarot is becoming more and more integrated into the practices of therapists and counselors. Tarot’s archetypal imagery can assist clients in delving into their subconscious and gaining fresh insights into their problems.

Tarot for Personal Development: Tarot is widely used as a tool for personal growth, going beyond fortune-telling. Self-awareness and personal development can be promoted by writing, tarot card meditation, and daily card pulling.

How to Start Your Tarot Journey

It can be intimidating as well as exhilarating for people who are new to tarot to begin their journey. To help you get started, consider these steps:

Select a Deck: Look for a tarot deck that speaks to you. Beginners often choose the Rider-Waite-Smith deck because of its wealth of symbolism and abundance of resources.

Acquire the Fundamentals: Make sure you understand what the cards imply. Comprehensive interpretations and explanations can be found in a lot of books and internet places. But never forget the importance of your instincts.

Practice Frequently: Tarot reading becomes better with practice, just like any other ability. Begin by drawing a card each day and considering its meaning. To keep track of your readings and discoveries, keep a tarot diary.

When reading aloud, make sure your questions are precise and unambiguous. This aids in getting more targeted and pertinent responses.

Take Part in a Community: Talk to other people who enjoy tarot. Local meetups, social media organizations, and online forums offer support, education, and a platform for experience sharing.

Moral Aspects to Take into Account

Tarot reading involves personal counsel, thus ethical issues are crucial, just like in any other discipline. It is recommended that readers handle their practice with integrity, honesty, and customer respect. Since everyone has free will and the ability to control their own fate, it is crucial to offer counsel without passing judgement or making judgments for them.

Conclusion

The enigmas surrounding tarot cards are still captivating and motivating in 2024. Tarot provides a distinctive prism through which we can examine our lives and the world around us, whether it is utilized for divination, personal development, or therapeutic purposes. Tarot is still a vibrant and developing art form that invites us to explore our inner wisdom and unravel its mysteries by fusing old traditions with new ideas.

Tarot offers a timeless resource for introspection, wisdom, and empowerment as we traverse the complexity of today’s world. Tarot offers a path of discovery, intuition, and limitless possibilities, regardless of your level of experience as a reader or your level of curiosity.

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[newyorkmylife]

What is it like to be a man and a father?

I haven't written in too long. It's 2am again.

Beautiful, beautiful things have happened. I was in Japan for 2 months and I ought to write a beautiful, long blog post about it - soon. I wanna tell you all the adventures, big and miniscule moments of life in Japan and what it felt like to make a dream come true.

Also, some bad things have happened. Luckily, I'm physically ok and I'm immensely grateful for that. I just have to deal with helping my dad from across the world. As I go through the 25th year of my life, I realized that he is just like me. Truly. When he was around my same age he lost his dad. He mourned and suffered a lot. Born in a socialist country that shattered into pieces. Alone without a brother or a grandfather, left by himself to contemplate what has remained of his life.

A brilliant mind that searched for refuge. Who worked as a sailor, construction worker and warehouse worker for many years. Always holding close his inner child, pursuing the whimpering flame of his dreams. He tried to launch a few websites - including online shops and funny ideas - but could never turn that into the job that would free himself from a life sentence of labor.

I can only imagine what he feels like. What did he feel like to lose your dad and national identity? What did he feel when he moved to a new country before the internet with the hope of a better life but finding himself in trouble? How many things has he withstood and witnessed in more than 50 years?

I can't forget the first time he had psychosis. I was only 12 and although I felt that he was a bit more stressed out than usual, I still believed he was himself. I knew that he was still the dad that I know.

I wonder if I had the knowledge and capacity that I have now - how would I have helped him? How would I have prevented the start of a cycle of ups and downs, depression, drugs and psychosis, that has repeated itself for more than 10 years now?

My aunt blames him for taking drugs. But can I? Can I blame my own father for seeking refuge from a world that has no mercy for those who wish the walls were a little softer and the harsh winters a bit warmer?

Yes, drugs are destructive. Despite that, I feel I understand him.

What can I do to help him now?

He brought me to the beach when I told him I wanted to see the sea.

He brought me to a small town when I told him I wanted to meet a girl from an online app.

He brought me to another city a few hours away when I wanted to see the Iron Maiden's concert - even though we didn't have money to actually buy the tickets. We listened to the open-air concert behind a metal mesh. We stayed up the whole night sitting at a bench in front of the train station because we didn't have money for accommodation. Yet, we were there, and that's all that mattered to me. I had seen Iron Maiden perform live.

He brought me chocolate bars and peanuts when he returned home in the night at 10pm after a long day.

He always supported my anti-establishment views and my desire to seek a greater meaning for myself.

Even though he's not perfect, even though sometimes he put himself first. I know he was working hard every day. A brilliant mind trapped into repetitive, heavy jobs. Gasping for a better future but never quite reaching it.

Now that I'm 25 - now that I'm wiser and older - now that I'm a man. How can I save my dad?

[xenopoem]

Interviewer: Welcome, Kenji Siratori. We would like to discuss your work in relation to three different perspectives. Firstly, Tom Bland's poem titled "I am not @kenjisiratori" raises the question of identity and challenges the notion of being associated with your name. How do you interpret the themes presented in this poem, and what are your thoughts on the exploration of identity?

Kenji Siratori: Thank you for having me. "I am not @kenjisiratori" by Tom Bland is an intriguing piece that delves into the complexities of identity and challenges the association with my name. The poem raises thought-provoking questions about the nature of identity in the digital age, where online personas can often blur the lines between the virtual and the real. It explores the concept of authorship and the interconnectedness of our online and offline selves. Personally, I view this poem as a reflection of the fluidity and malleability of identity in contemporary society. It encourages us to question the authenticity and limitations of self-perception in the digital realm.

Interviewer: Hifumi Nakayama's statement, "To open a collection of Kenji Siratori's poetry, sigh, and repetitively close the book as if not impressed, as if not enlightened, is one of the most sublime behaviors we can imagine in this world." How do you interpret this perspective, and how does it relate to your work as a poet?

Kenji Siratori: Hifumi Nakayama's statement contemplates the act of opening and closing a collection of my poetry without being impressed or enlightened. It presents an intriguing perspective on the profound behavior of non-reaction. In the context of my work, it suggests that the experience of my poetry may not be about seeking immediate understanding or enlightenment. Instead, it invites readers to engage in an open-ended exploration, allowing the words and ideas to permeate their consciousness over time. It challenges conventional notions of what poetry should offer, encouraging a more contemplative and reflective approach to literary appreciation.

Interviewer: Steven Craig Hickman's statement claims that there is nothing truly experimental anymore and that the human era of experimentation is over. He suggests that any attempts at experimentation only retrace the footsteps of previous avant-garde movements. What are your thoughts on this perspective, and how does it relate to your own artistic journey?

Kenji Siratori: Steven Craig Hickman's viewpoint asserts that true experimentation has come to an end and that any contemporary efforts merely retrace past avant-garde movements, albeit with the aid of current technologies. While I understand his perspective, I believe that artistic experimentation is an ever-evolving process that adapts to the shifting paradigms of each era. It is true that the avant-garde movements of the past have laid the groundwork for experimentation today, but it doesn't mean that new possibilities and innovative approaches no longer exist. As an artist, I see my own work as a continuation of the avant-garde spirit, pushing boundaries and exploring new frontiers. While the human era of experimentation may be evolving, I believe that the emergence of posthuman perspectives opens up new avenues for artistic exploration and innovation.

Interviewer: Thank you, Kenji Siratori, for sharing your thoughts on these different perspectives. Your interpretations provide valuable insights into the exploration of identity, the sublime behavior of non-reaction, and the evolving nature of artistic experimentation.

Kenji Siratori: Thank you for the opportunity to discuss these perspectives. It was my pleasure to offer my insights and engage in this dialogue.

[starlifeinsider]

Read More Updates from our website Starlifeinsider.com https://ift.tt/SjQqPtJ Soulmates On Starlife Saturday 21st June 2025 Written Episode Update: Sayali breaks down and tells Akash about Sachin’s accident Soulmates On Starlife Saturday 21st June 2025 Written Episode Update The episode begins with Chandu approaching Sayali and teasing her playfully. Irritated, she scolds him. In a burst of anger, she throws his bike keys and causes him to fall off the bike. He gets upset, while she storms off and heads home. Still fuming, Sayali sets up her stall. Riya arrives and notices her frustration. Concerned, she asks Sayali what’s wrong, but Sayali brushes it off, saying she’s just in a hurry. She asks Riya to help her out with the stall setup. Riya agrees, cheerfully saying she’ll become her first online customer and adds that she’s proud of her. Meanwhile, Sachin visits a roadside stall, contemplating buying a mangalsutra for Sayali. He talks to the vendor and says he wants to give Sayali the best one. He clicks a photo and shares it with a jeweler, requesting a similar design in gold. Grateful, he thanks the vendor for her help. Elsewhere, Shikha rushes to Roshni and informs her that Sultan spotted Sachin at the market, and that Sachin might’ve been headed to see her. Roshni feels relieved that she avoided the encounter. She hands some money to Shikha, asking her to lie to Sultan on her behalf. Just then, Dinesh shows up, demanding money. Roshni pleads for two more days. He agrees but warns her that he could expose everything to her family. Roshni becomes anxious after he leaves. Back at home, Riya helps Sayali with online sales and teaches her how to create a social media account. Renu interrupts and tells Sayali to go make dinner. Riya defends Sayali, saying there’s still time to cook. But Renu insists she must go. Sayali stands her ground, saying she’ll finish learning first. Riya explains they’re working on reaching more customers. Annoyed, Renu taunts Sayali again, but eventually leaves. Soon after, Sayali receives a bouquet, but she’s uneasy. She worries that if Renu finds out Chandu visits her store, she’ll try to shut it down. Renu asks what the bouquet is for. Sayali lies and says it was returned by a customer. Riya comments that the flowers look old and dull. Renu mocks Sayali, saying she doesn’t understand business. Sayali then gets a troubling voice message that leaves her shaken. Furious, she throws the bouquet away and immediately calls Sachin. She asks him to come home right away. Sachin tells her he’ll come the next day, but she insists that she needs to speak with him urgently, and not over the phone. Sachin says he’s with a customer and can’t leave mid-ride. Sayali urges him to have a friend handle the ride just this once. He asks if Renu said something again, but Sayali denies it. When he pushes her to explain, she simply says he’ll understand everything when he comes. Eventually, Sachin decides to leave—but on the way, he meets with an accident. The police arrive at the scene, find his wallet, and instruct a constable to trace his identity. At the same time, Sayali injures herself slightly and grows increasingly worried. She checks the news on her phone, tries calling Sachin, and panics when she can’t reach him. She rushes to Paresh’s room but stops herself from waking him up since he’s still recovering from surgery. Sayali then knocks on Akash’s door. He and Riya wake up and answer. Alarmed by Sayali’s urgency, Akash asks what happened. Sayali tearfully tells him about Sachin’s accident on the highway. Akash is stunned. UPCOMING Chandu grabs Sayali’s hand inappropriately, and she fights back and beats him. Renu lashes out at Sayali for causing trouble. The post Soulmates On Starlife Saturday 21st June 2025 Written Episode Update: Sayali breaks down and tells Akash about Sachin’s accident appeared first on Starlife Insider.

[filmprojectguenolerainbird]

Creative exercise 2: Spread the Love

The initial idea came after I had a bunch of shot ideas to withhold information about someone's face in different ways (e.g. using lense flare, using a silhouette, blocking/composition).

Creepy Sandwich man

We had an online meeting to figure out a narrative. We thought about shooting someone doing a mundane action in a creepy way.

The idea was then to have someone look like they were dissecting a human when they were in fact preparing a sandwich.

We established a beat sheet to shoot:

MC walks around picking up his tools, sets a plastic sheet, sets out the tools

Drags out a chair, smirks and his ready to start

Takes off his jewellery and puts on his gloves

Picks a tool up — one saw — and starts cutting an OS loaf (crunchy bone breaking sounds)

Then blow torches the bread

Then the sound of the knife scraping against the bread

Cut tomatoes O.S. – squishy, gross sounds

Jam dripping – looks like blood

He sits, picks up the sandwich (reveal) and eats it, watching a video on his phone

I did quick storyboards/thumbnails for some of the shots:

The plan was to borrow a lot of equipment in the morning, spend the day shooting it in 1/100, and return the equipment on the day. This would have allowed us to use a lot of equipment and try to make some complex lighting setups with minimal logistics and transport of equipment.

I got Katie involved to direct, as I thought we could discuss techniques to withhold identity that we could carry onto Katie's 'Hannah, Are You Still There?'.

Unfortunately, most of the equipment we wanted to use was on maintenance on the planned shoot day, which kinda undermined the whole enterprise. Moreover, I didn't want to be the one casting and getting an actor for the shoot if we didn't have at least a solid plan — so we ended up never attempting to get an actor.

The thing just sorta fizzled out from that point with no one available or really wanting to do it. By the end, it was only me, David and Katie left to shoot it.

After this setback, I was pretty ambivalent about the project. I would be there on set and do stuff if needed, but I wasn't going to go above and beyond.

Spread the Love... with a Knife!

David and Katie carried the day by just being there and figuring out an interesting small scene to shoot.

They retooled the story so that it would be achievable as a last-minute shoot. The new story was that of a man sitting down to write a love letter, and contemplating between the letter and a knife.

David provided the lights and made the prop envelope. I booked a room in Merchiston to shoot it. I brought a knife to university... again...

I was late to the shoot, but Katie and David figured out the blocking and precise action and we started to light the scene as I arrived.

The main challenge was lighting the background behind the character using the small lights we had available. We couldn't use sunlight from the window — it was too powerful and scattered around the room — annihilating any sense of silhouette. Our small lights, combined with the wall being reflective, appeared as concentrated bright spots on the background rather than even illumination. In the end, we used tape to space out the blackout roller blind away from the window. This allowed to slightly lift the background levels by allowing a slight bleed of sunlight onto the back wall.

I think the shots used are serviceable and tell the story but probably not the most original or interesting ones. The most interesting one with the one where the light reflects off the knife and onto the character's face. The rest of the film is mostly centre-framed silhouettes — I think they could have done with more thought put into them.

We shot the film using my phone. I didn't use the black magic app because I didn't pay enough attention to the brief while reading. I then had to adjust and level out the exposure in post, which was pretty hard.

Editing

I edited the project in just one evening, mostly on autopilot. Looking back — especially after the crit — I don't think I did a particularly strong job. There were some very basic delayed reveals of information that I completely overlooked.

I do think I did a decent job with the sound, with the clock and air ventilation slowly rising, then disappearing completely, and coming back forcefully at the credits.

There's a discontinuous cut at 54 seconds where the direction of rotation of the envelope doesn't match from one shot to another. But it's not noticeable and was the best way I could find to get to the CU.

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Although we intended the film to be ambiguous whether he was going to hurt his lover or not, the evil as hell silhouette and the initial possession of a knife make the film lean very heavily towards the sombre interpretation. For me, the film is just about a weird creep drafting a letter to his love/obsession, and if she doesn't respond well... that's why he brought the knife.

Colour grading: Bipack colours

The lights on set were pretty standard: blue for the background and orange for the subject. I decided to give it a bipack effect that I had learned about recently, as I thought it fitted the tone and made the film much more unique looking.

Just before the invention of the famous Technicolour tri-colour (i.e. Wizard of Oz), the short-lived bipack process could only capture red and green light. Blue was missing: skies, water, and cool tones appear distorted or dull.

Although I possibly overdid it (as the film looks evil before anything even happens in the frame), I think the colours augment the uncanniness of the film, with something being clearly off. It makes the wood of the door and table look like they were stained with blood. And makes the cold light look very sickly. I thought it was an interesting effect and added to the quiet and detached fury felt by the character.

Crit

The feeling evoked was mostly what I anticipated, with people saying it felt nefarious, murder, a Valentine's Day slasher movie etc...

The most interesting bit of criticism was about the editing and the reveal of the knife; it is just blandly shown before having an interesting reflection from it, and swapping the shots would have made the storytelling order better with the explicit nefariousness delayed.

[alexlevin2024]

Modern Judaica Wall Art and the Legacy of Menachem Schneerson

The Evolution of Modern Judaica Wall Art

Judaica art has a rich history, evolving over centuries to reflect the spiritual, cultural, and aesthetic expressions of Jewish life. Today, modern Judaica wall art blends tradition with contemporary styles, offering a fresh perspective on Jewish symbols, texts, and heritage. From minimalist Hebrew calligraphy to vibrant depictions of biblical scenes, this form of art has gained popularity among collectors and those seeking to enhance their homes with meaningful decor.

Modern Judaica wall art often incorporates elements such as the Tree of Life, Star of David, and passages from sacred texts. Artists use a variety of mediums, including metalwork, acrylics, and digital prints, to create pieces that are both visually stunning and deeply symbolic. Unlike traditional Judaica, which primarily focused on ritual objects like menorahs and mezuzahs, today’s Judaica wall art serves as an artistic bridge between faith and modern design.

One of the key aspects of modern Judaica is its accessibility. Online platforms and galleries have made it easier for Jewish artists to share their work with a global audience. Customization is also a growing trend, with many artists offering personalized blessings, family names in Hebrew, or bespoke ketubah designs. Whether displayed in homes, synagogues, or offices, modern Judaica wall art allows individuals to celebrate their Jewish identity in a way that resonates with contemporary aesthetics.

Menachem Schneerson: A Spiritual Influence in Judaica Art

Few figures in modern Jewish history have left as profound a mark as Menachem Schneerson, the seventh Lubavitcher Rebbe. Often referred to simply as “the Rebbe,” Schneerson’s teachings, leadership, and vision transformed Chabad-Lubavitch into a global movement dedicated to Jewish education, outreach, and community building.

While not an artist himself, Schneerson’s influence is evident in many Judaica artworks, including modern Judaica wall art. Portraits of the Rebbe are widely displayed in Chabad centers, homes, and Jewish institutions worldwide. These images, often accompanied by inspiring quotes from his teachings, serve as a reminder of his dedication to Jewish continuity and spiritual growth.

Artists have depicted Schneerson in various styles, from traditional oil paintings to modern digital illustrations. Some works emphasize his deep, contemplative gaze, while others incorporate elements of Jewish mysticism, such as the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, symbolizing his profound spiritual insights. His iconic fedora and long beard have become recognizable symbols, often stylized in pop-art-inspired prints or minimalist line drawings.

Beyond portraits, Schneerson’s philosophy has inspired an entire genre of Judaica art that emphasizes themes of light, redemption, and divine wisdom. Many modern artists integrate his teachings into their works, using Hebrew calligraphy to display his quotes about faith, kindness, and the coming of the Messiah. In this way, Schneerson’s legacy continues to influence Jewish art, encouraging both spiritual reflection and artistic creativity.

The Intersection of Tradition and Contemporary Expression

The fusion of modern Judaica wall art and the teachings of Menachem Schneerson highlights the evolving nature of Jewish artistic expression. While rooted in tradition, today’s Judaica artists push creative boundaries, reinterpreting age-old themes for a new generation. This art form is more than just decoration—it is a medium through which Jewish identity, history, and faith are celebrated.

From abstract representations of the Hebrew alphabet to intricate metalwork depicting the Kotel (Western Wall), modern Judaica wall art continues to evolve. As interest in Jewish-themed art grows, more artists are exploring ways to merge spirituality with contemporary aesthetics. Whether through vibrant paintings, laser-cut designs, or mixed-media installations, this genre remains a dynamic and meaningful part of Jewish culture.

Conclusion

Modern Judaica wall art is a testament to the enduring vibrancy of Jewish artistic expression. Inspired by tradition yet infused with contemporary creativity, it allows individuals to connect with their faith in visually compelling ways. The impact of Menachem Schneerson extends beyond his spiritual leadership, influencing artists to create works that reflect Jewish values, history, and hope. As Jewish art continues to evolve, it ensures that the beauty of tradition remains alive in modern times, serving as both a cultural statement and a spiritual inspiration.

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What is Video Art?

Video art is an art form that utilizes video technology as its primary visual and auditory medium. It emerged in the late 1960s with the availability of new consumer video technology like video tape recorders outside of corporate broadcasting. Video art can manifest in various forms, including broadcast recordings, gallery or museum installations, works streamed online or distributed on tapes or DVDs, and performances incorporating television sets, monitors, and projections displaying live or recorded images and sounds.

How does moving imagery differ from still?

Moving imagery differs significantly from still imagery in its temporal dimension. Still images capture a single moment, inviting prolonged contemplation of a frozen scene, composition, and details. Moving imagery introduces the element of time, unfolding sequences, narratives (though not necessarily conventional ones), and changes over duration. This allows artists to explore concepts like duration, process, and the evolution of images and ideas. The viewer's experience becomes dynamic, unfolding with the artwork, similar to film or performance.

What is Video Art to Me?

To me, Video Art is a fascinating intersection of technology and artistic expression. It's a field where artists experiment with a medium that has profoundly shaped modern culture, using its inherent properties to explore new visual languages, challenge established artistic norms, and reflect on the complexities of contemporary life.

How does interpretation change or does it not?

Interpretation in Video Art can be quite fluid and may differ significantly from more traditional art forms. Video art often defies the conventions of traditional filmmaking, sometimes lacking actors, dialogue, or discernible narratives. This openness can lead to a wider range of interpretations as viewers bring their own knowledge and associations to the work. Meaning can be conveyed through various elements such as the manipulation of the video signal, the duration of the piece, the juxtaposition of images, the use of sound (or lack thereof), and the spatial arrangement in installations. Meaning might not be fixed or easily discernible, and the artist may intend to evoke feelings, pose questions, or provide a sensory experience rather than deliver a clear message.

Nam June Paik

Often referred to as the "father of Video Art", Paik was a pioneer in establishing video as a credible artistic medium. In 1965, he claimed his footage of the Pope's visit to New York to be a serious artwork, marking an early milestone. His 1963 exhibition Exposition of Music – Electronic Television featured reworked television sculptures, demonstrating his early exploration of the medium. Paik's work often involved reimagining and re-engineering television sets and video technology into hybrid works, bridging video sculpture, experimental music, and performance. Paik democratized art and ideas by utilizing the accessible medium of television. He challenged the passive role of viewers in television consumption and explored the relationship between technology and contemporary life. His work questioned the increasingly dominant role of television in shaping public opinion and hinted at the potential for technology to be used for creative, personal, and non-commercial purposes.

Joan Jonas

An early exponent of video and performance art, Jonas began filming in the late 1960s and progressed to groundbreaking performance videos. Her work often theatrically explored ideas of female identity, masquerade, and femininity. In her seminal 1972 video "Vertical Roll," named after a television malfunction, Jonas recorded herself rehearsing as her masked alter ego, Organic Honey. The constantly rolling image, combined with disorienting camera angles and her interactions with the video frame, fragmented her body and highlighted the difference between live action and its videoed portrayal. Jonas challenged traditional representations of women in media by taking control of the means of production. She used the new video medium to investigate and critique how women were represented in film and on TV, creating elusive and disjointed self-portraits. Her work has been enormously influential on contemporary artists exploring female identity through performance and video.

Compare and Contrast

Both Paik and Jonas were pioneers who embraced the then-new medium of video early in their careers and significantly contributed to establishing it as a legitimate art form. However, their approaches and primary concerns differed. Paik focused heavily on the technology itself, manipulating and transforming television sets and video signals to explore the impact of mass media and technology on society. His work often had a playful and visionary quality, predicting future technological developments. Jonas, while utilizing video technology, was more focused on performance and the exploration of identity, particularly female identity. She used the camera as a tool to document, distort, and reflect on her performances, often creating alter egos and exploring themes of ritual and mythology. While Paik often incorporated technology into sculptural installations and public broadcasts, Jonas's early video work was often more intimately connected to her live performances, using the camera as both recorder and active participant.

While I find both artists historically significant and their contributions to video art invaluable, I am personally more drawn to the work of Joan Jonas. Her exploration of identity, her use of the camera to fragment and reconfigure the body, and the layered complexity of her performances for the camera resonate with me. The way she used the limitations of early video technology, like the vertical roll, not as a flaw but as an integral part of her artistic language, is particularly compelling.

References

Wikipedia Article

Video Art | The Art Story

Joan Jonas | Live Art #2

Video Art: Characteristics, Origin, History

The Case for Video Art

Nam June Paik | PBS

Nam June Paik: My Crazy Uncle

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Unlocking the Mysteries of Tarot Cards in 2024

Even in a world where data and technology are taking over, tarot cards still have a mysterious appeal. These mysterious decks have been used for guidance, contemplation, and divination for millennia. As 2024 approaches, tarot cards’ allure only grows as they solve life’s mysteries by fusing traditional knowledge with fresh interpretations.

A Synopsis of Tarot’s History

Tarot card history is obscure, but it seems to have begun in Europe in the late 14th century. Tarot cards were originally employed for games, but by the eighteenth century, they had developed into a tool for spiritual guidance and divination. The 78 cards in a normal deck are split between the Major Arcana, which stands for important life events and spiritual lessons, and the Minor Arcana, which is more focused on everyday encounters.

The Tarot Deck’s Structure

To unravel the mysteries of a tarot card, one must comprehend its construction.

Principal Arcana: The Major Arcana, which consists of 22 cards, include well-known characters including The Fool, The Magician, and The High Priestess. Major life themes and spiritual lessons are represented by these cards. For example, The Fool is a symbol of possibility and fresh starts, while The High Priestess is a symbol of hidden knowledge and intuition.

Minor Arcana: The four suits of Wands, Cups, Swords, and Pentacles comprise the remaining 56 cards. Every suit relates to a certain facet of life:

Wands: Ambition, action, and creativity.

Cups: Intuition, connections, and feelings.

Swords: Decision-making, conflict, and intellect.

Pentacles: Things material, labor, and money.

The Role of Intuition in Tarot

One of the most compelling aspects of tarot reading is its reliance on intuition. While each card has traditional meanings, the interpretation can vary greatly depending on the reader and the context of the question. In 2024, many tarot practitioners emphasize the importance of tapping into one’s intuition to derive personal and meaningful insights from the cards.

Modern Tarot Trends

Social media, online forums, and the wellness sector have all contributed to the tarot’s recent increase in popularity. Below are a few noteworthy trends for 2024:

Online Tarot: Tarot readings are no longer limited by geography because to technological advancements. Tarot is now accessible to a worldwide audience through a plethora of applications and websites that provide virtual readings. Digital tarot decks combine traditional methods with contemporary technology by offering interactive elements and algorithmically-based individualized readings.

Variety of Decks: Tarot decks nowadays reflect a wide range of cultures, identities, and interests with their numerous themes and styles. There is a deck for everyone, ranging from ones that celebrate LGBTQ+ communities or incorporate pop culture motifs to those that are influenced by traditional Rider-Waite images.

Therapeutic Applications: As a tool for introspection and emotional recovery, tarot is becoming more and more integrated into the practices of therapists and counselors. Tarot’s archetypal imagery can assist clients in delving into their subconscious and gaining fresh insights into their problems.

Tarot for Personal Development: Tarot is widely used as a tool for personal growth, going beyond fortune-telling. Self-awareness and personal development can be promoted by writing, tarot card meditation, and daily card pulling.

How to Start Your Tarot Journey

It can be intimidating as well as exhilarating for people who are new to tarot to begin their journey. To help you get started, consider these steps:

Select a Deck: Look for a tarot deck that speaks to you. Beginners often choose the Rider-Waite-Smith deck because of its wealth of symbolism and abundance of resources.

Acquire the Fundamentals: Make sure you understand what the cards imply. Comprehensive interpretations and explanations can be found in a lot of books and internet places. But never forget the importance of your instincts.

Practice Frequently: Tarot reading becomes better with practice, just like any other ability. Begin by drawing a card each day and considering its meaning. To keep track of your readings and discoveries, keep a tarot diary.

When reading aloud, make sure your questions are precise and unambiguous. This aids in getting more targeted and pertinent responses.

Take Part in a Community: Talk to other people who enjoy tarot. Local meetups, social media organizations, and online forums offer support, education, and a platform for experience sharing.

Moral Aspects to Take into Account

Tarot reading involves personal counsel, thus ethical issues are crucial, just like in any other discipline. It is recommended that readers handle their practice with integrity, honesty, and customer respect. Since everyone has free will and the ability to control their own fate, it is crucial to offer counsel without passing judgement or making judgments for them.

Conclusion

The enigmas surrounding tarot cards are still captivating and motivating in 2024. Tarot provides a distinctive prism through which we can examine our lives and the world around us, whether it is utilized for divination, personal development, or therapeutic purposes. Tarot is still a vibrant and developing art form that invites us to explore our inner wisdom and unravel its mysteries by fusing old traditions with new ideas.

Tarot offers a timeless resource for introspection, wisdom, and empowerment as we traverse the complexity of today’s world. Tarot offers a path of discovery, intuition, and limitless possibilities, regardless of your level of experience as a reader or your level of curiosity.

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