#descending triangle pattern

[forexeduline]

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Descending Triangle

Decoding the Descending Triangle: A Technical Analysis Tool for Traders

Technical analysis is a vital tool for traders in the financial markets to make informed judgements. The descending triangle is a common chart pattern encountered by traders. This pattern has received a lot of attention because of its potential to provide useful insights about future price fluctuations. We will look at the descending triangle pattern, its properties, and how it may be used in trading techniques in this post.

Understanding the Descending Triangle:

A descending triangle is a bearish chart pattern that appears during a downtrend. It has a succession of lower highs and a horizontal support level connecting the swing lows. The descending triangle looks like a right-angled triangle, with the descending upper trend-line intersecting the horizontal support line.

The pattern denotes a period of consolidation and a conflict between buyers and sellers. Buyers are unable to drive the price higher as it approaches the horizontal support level, resulting in lower swing highs. In the meantime, sellers gain confidence and become more aggressive, perhaps leading to a collapse below the support level.

What does it tell you?

The falling triangle pattern implies a conflict between buyers and sellers, with sellers gradually gaining an advantage. Lower highs suggest that buyers are less eager to drive the price up, whilst the horizontal support level indicates that sellers are putting pressure to keep the price from rising. This tug of war frequently results in a breakout, which provides traders with significant information about probable future price movements.

How to Spot a Descending Triangle?

Identifying a falling triangle necessitates a sharp eye for chart patterns. Here are the critical steps to identifying this formation:

Downtrend: Look for a definite downtrend in the price chart, which is characterised by a series of lower lows and lower highs.

Horizontal Support: Locate a horizontal support level generated by many touches at the same price point.

Descending Trend-line: Draw a trend-line linking the lower highs to form a downward-sloping line.

If the price frequently bounces off the support level while the descending trend-line remains intact, you've most certainly spotted a descending triangle pattern.

Descending Triangle Breakout Strategy:

Trading a descending triangle pattern requires persistence, close attention to detail, and prudent risk management. Here is a detailed instruction:

Confirm the Pattern: Wait for the price to at least twice contact the horizontal support level and the falling trend-line to hold with lower highs in order to confirm the pattern.

Entry Point: When the price dips below the horizontal support level, start a short position. This breakdown suggests that purchasing demand has been outweighed by selling pressure, which could result in a further downturn.

Stop Loss: To reduce potential losses in the event of a false breakout or an unexpected reversal, set a stop-loss order above the breakout point.

Profit Target: Calculate the price objective depending on the height of the pattern. Project the distance from the highest point of the triangle to the support level downward from the breakout point.

Risk Management: Before entering a trade, calculate your risk-reward ratio to ensure that prospective earnings outweigh potential losses. Consider altering the position sizes and leverage as needed.

Descending Triangles with Heikin-Ashi Charts:

Heikin-Ashi charts are a sort of candlestick charting technique that includes time and volume information to create a more seamless portrayal of price patterns. Using Heikin-Ashi charts to analyze a descending triangle, traders can acquire extra information into the pattern's power.

Using modified candlestick calculations, the Heikin-Ashi approach helps to filter out noise and determine the dominant trend. When applied to descending triangles, it can assist traders more accurately detect future breakouts. A convincing bearish breakthrough on a Heikin-Ashi descending triangle chart affirms the downtrend's continuation, providing a stronger signal to go short.

Descending Triangle with Moving Averages:

Moving averages are frequently employed as technical analysis indicators to smooth out price data, spot probable trend reversals, or confirm current trends. Trading professionals frequently use moving averages to further validate the bearish character of descending triangle patterns.

Traders can see how the price responds to these trend-following indicators by superimposing moving averages on a descending triangle chart. Using a 200-day moving average along with a shorter-term moving average, like the 50-day moving average, is a typical strategy. A bearish crossover, where the shorter-term moving average crosses below the longer-term moving average, strengthens the likelihood of a downward breakout and emphasizes the descending triangle's negative bias.

Advantages and limitations of the descending triangle:

The ability of the descending triangle to offer traders with a clear and specific signal to start a short position in the market is one of its primary advantages. This pattern often suggests that the asset's price is about to break down, which can be a rewarding chance for traders who can capitalize on this movement. Furthermore, the descending triangle pattern can be utilized to identify probable price goals for the asset, which can assist traders in more efficiently planning their transactions.

It is crucial to highlight, however, that the descending triangle is not without flaws. As with all chart patterns, it is susceptible to false signals and market volatility, which can result in unanticipated price moves that contradict the pattern's predicted consequences. As a result, traders should always use caution and not base their trading decisions only on this pattern.

Descending triangle measuring technique:

To calculate the descending triangle pattern, traders often begin by locating the pattern's support level, which is the horizontal line connecting the asset's lowest price points. After establishing this line, traders can build a trend-line connecting the asset's declining highs. The pattern's "apex" is the point at which these two lines intersect.

Traders can compute the probable price target for the asset by measuring the distance between the support level and the apex and subtracting this number from the support level. This formula gives traders with a predicted price goal for the asset, which they can use to better plan their trades.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the descending triangle is a negative chart pattern that can be used to forecast future price movements in financial markets. While this pattern has some positives, such as providing traders with unambiguous signals to begin short positions and identify potential price goals, it also has limitations and false signals. As a result, traders should exercise caution when making trading choices and use the descending triangle in conjunction with other technical indicators and fundamental analysis.

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deja vu - part 1

i decided to make a full-fledged multi-chapter fic out of this idea that i posted a few days ago with a cyoa ending potentially

thanks so much to everyone who showed so much love for it and hope you enjoy this series!

this is my first time writing for gravity falls so i hope to do it justice!

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader/ford x fem!reader

original fic idea | part two

tag list: @awitchersbard / @theilluminatidragonqueen / @jazzypop-op/ @maryclanders/ @chaimshelii /

@starship606/ @swimmingrascalbatdragon / @stanfordsbaby

He wasn’t in bed.

You woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside you empty, the blankets cool to touch, indicating that a warm body had not even slipped into the sheets. Begrudgingly, you slip out of the warm comfort of your bed to search for your lover.

Your bare feet pad against the wood floorboards, creaking with each step you take. Your fingers balancing a candle that you used to illuminate the way, too lazy to try and turn on the lights. 

You descend down to the basement, pushing open the metal door that reveals an intricate lab full of oddities and gadgets with a triangle shaped portal looming just behind the glass window. You let out a yawn, approaching the figure that had his back turned towards you. His six-fingers spin the pen in his hand effortlessly as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand.

Your soft yet groggy voice calls out as you place your hand on his shoulder, “Ford, come to bed. Your research will be here in the morning.”

Stanford jumps at your sudden touch before relaxing when he hears the sound of your voice. He puts his pen down, placing his hand over yours with his thumb running soothingly over the back of your hand, “I’ll be there soon, just head back upstairs. I just need to finish this last equation that's been driving me mad the whole day.”

“Stanford…” You say with an edge to your voice, knowing that he could easily stay up the rest of the night working tirelessly on this portal that he had been working on for the past few months.

“Alright… I concede. You win this round, my dear.” Ford sighs, turning to face you finally with a tired smile. He gets up from his seat, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head before following you up the stairs but not before looking back at the portal.

-

You had the dream again.

It always starts the same. Walking down a staircase, the floorboards creaked with each step you took. Your eyelids feel heavy almost as if you’re resisting the urge to fall asleep. Your feet carrying you down to a basement. The warm flames of the candle you hold illuminating the way.

Your fingertips push the cool metal frame of the door to reveal a figure sitting in front of a desk, facing away from you. Your hand reaches out to touch their shoulder and as they turn around to reveal their face to you, you awaken.

Your eyes open abruptly, staring at the dark ceiling as your alarm echoes through the empty room. Slowly sitting up in bed, you instinctively reach across to turn off your alarm and turn on your lamp before your hand reaches to open the drawer of your bedside table, feeling around for something. Your fingertips brush against leather and wrap around the item, pulling it out to reveal a journal.

These dreams happened almost every night over the years. It had gotten to a point where you started logging them, just trying to find any pattern or meaning behind them.

You turn to the page labeled ‘The Basement’ - adding another tally mark in the margins that you used to keep track of the frequency of each dream. You close your eyes, trying to conjure up any distinguishable features from this mystery person but nothing new arises. 

Sighing, you shut the leather-bound journal, putting it to the side.

Now was not the time to be worrying about your cryptic dreams, you were supposed to be getting ready for the trip you had been planning for the past few months. 

A road trip through the Pacific Northwest, starting in Northern California and making your way up to Seattle.

You hop out of bed to start getting ready for your journey ahead. After completing your morning routine and slipping on some comfortable clothing for the long drive, you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing the map that was stuck to the fridge with a magnet from your alma mater, Backupsmore. 

Having already packed your bags into the car the night before, your feet make a beeline out the door, wanting to hit the road before sunrise to give you enough time to hit the places you wanted to visit on the way up to your final destination for the day, Portland. 

Unraveling the map in your lap, your eyes scan over it, reviewing over the route you had planned out today. Your gaze lingered on one particular spot you had circled closer to Portland that was unlike any of the stops you had chosen.

Gravity Falls.

You couldn’t explain what drew you in to choose this town to stop in out of all the surrounding towns near Portland. You knew that you had an old friend, Fiddleford, who had moved out to this area to do research. You had even visited him once during his time out there. However, you hadn’t heard from Fiddleford in years, correspondence seemingly dropping off as he stopped answering your calls and your letters always ended up returning to you.

Trying to push aside thoughts of your lost connection, you put your car in reverse, pulling out of your parking spot and heading out onto the open road. The winding roads take you through the lush forests that enveloped the region. As each hour passed, you could see the sun slowly starting to make its way up the horizon and decided to stop to watch the sunrise at Redwood National Park. 

After the brief stop that you used to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee, you make your way back on the road. Your original plan was to stop at almost every National Park on the way up to Oregon but after hitting a pocket of traffic that put you behind a whole hour, you decide to skip a few stops and make your way directly to the town of Gravity Falls, figuring it would be your last stop with the remaining amount of daylight you had left.

Unfortunately, you had hit another bump in the road, pretty much derailing the first day of your methodically planned out trip.

Your car had suddenly stopped in the middle of the forest about five miles out from the town.

Cursing under your breath, you step out to assess the cause of your delay. Your hands pop open the hood of your car, breathing a slight sigh of relief when you don’t see any steam or smoke. Figuring that the most likely cause is the battery dying on you, you pull out your phone, trying to look up the nearest towing company to hopefully bring you into town to get it looked at.

As you’re waiting for the screen to load due to the poor signal out in this forested area, a gruff voice calls out, asking if you need a hand.

You look up to see a red convertible with the phrase ‘El Diablo’ etched on the side on the other side of the road. Its owner, a man with gray hair, glasses and a stubbled yet chiseled jawline, wearing a black tank, a shiny medallion that sat on his exposed graying chest hairs, and a brown leather jacket, stares back at you, one hand on the steering wheel while his arm dangles lazily outside of the rolled down window.

You pause, taken aback as something about his features seems… familiar. You quickly snap out of your stupor, realizing you’ve just been standing there in silence.

"Uhm… yeah if you have jumper cables, I just need to get my car running to get to the next town and hopefully get a replacement battery,” You reply, figuring this option would be way cheaper than hiring a whole tow truck.

"Of course, I have jumper cables, toots - look at my car, you think I haven't been stranded out here myself." The stranger chuckles, making an effortless U-Turn with one hand before pulling his car close to yours. Your cheeks warm at the nickname given to you by this man you met literally seconds ago, This guy’s a total silver fox.

You step to the side to give him access to hook up the jumper cables after he fishes them out of his own trunk. You both stand in silence while he attaches the cables to your car before his deep voice cuts through, "So uh, what brings you out here? You just driving through?"

You almost chuckle at his awkward attempt to make small talk, "Sort of. I'm doing a whole road trip through the Pacific Northwest. I was gonna check out this town ahead, Gravity Falls, before I make my way up to Portland."

The older man blinks, expecting you to just be passing through the town at this time of a day. Normally, tourists only stop into town in the early hours of the day on their own journeys up north. His lips spread into a grin, pulling out a business card from his leather jacket. "Well, if you're stopping by, you gotta check out the Mystery Shack! One stop shop for mysterious oddities!"

You take the business card with a giant question mark on the front. He retreats back to his car, turning on his engine before nodding over at you as a signal for you to start up your own engine. You slip back into the car, slipping the card into your pocket before turning on the ignition. You breathe a sigh of relief as your car stutters back to life. Glancing up, you see him grinning back at you before the two of you step out of your respective vehicles.

“Thanks again for your help… sorry, I didn’t catch your name. I’m Y/N.” You say, extending your hand out in gratitude. The silver fox’s large hand envelops yours, shaking your hand firmly, “Stan Pines, nice to meet ya. It’s no problem, wouldn’t want to leave a lady like yourself stranded in the middle of the woods.”

“Do you say that to all the ladies that end up stranded in the woods?” You can’t help but tease, earning a hearty chuckle from Stan. “Well, let’s just say that’s not a common occurrence out here. So you thinkin’ about stopping by the Mystery Shack?”

You pause, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you thumb the edge of the business card Stan had given you. On one hand, you should probably be heading back on the road to make it to Portland and this Mystery Shack sounded like a tourist trap. On the other hand, the sun was starting to set and you weren’t keen on driving through the forest in the dark. Maybe it would be best if you stayed the night in this quaint town and start again the next morning. As you look up at Stan, you make your decision, deciding to appease the man who helped you so graciously.

You also had to admit you found him quite charming and curiosity got the better of you.

“Sure, lead the way.” You say with a casual shrug. Stan grins, “I’ll make sure you get a personal tour of the Mystery Shack. No need to worry about other tourists.” Your eyebrow raises in amusement before slipping into your car, “What, you know the owner?” You blink at the smirk that spreads across Stan’s lips, “Sweetheart, you’re looking at the former owner, Mr. Mystery himself.”

You bite back a giggle, “No wonder you were laying it on thick, just trying to get more tourists to visit, huh?” Stan rolls his eyes mirthfully “Hey, I was trying to lend a helping hand… though I have a good sales pitch, don’t I?” He grins, shooting finger guns towards you with a wink.

This’ll be interesting. You think to yourself as you follow behind Stan in your car, pulling into the empty lot of the Mystery Shack. You snort, seeing how the S dangles off the side spelling out Mystery Hack, before pointing it out to Stan as he exits his car. His features grimace as he grumbles out, “I noticed” before beckoning you to follow him, twirling his keys on his index finger.

Stan proceeded to give you a detailed tour of the Mystery Shack, spinning elaborate tales surrounding the variety of taxidermy animals that he had mismatched together. Despite the absurdity of it all, you can’t help but get sucked into his tales, seeing the clear passion and excitement he had for this place. You burst out into laughter at the sight of the Sascrotch to which Stan beamed at, “Good one, right? Probably one of the highlights of the Mystery Shack.”

You weaved your way through the shack, though there were certain sections of it that looked oddly familiar. Almost like you had walked down these hallways before. A wave of deja vu hit you as you walked through the doorway into the gift shop. “Usually this is the part where I try to sell people on an overpriced souvenir but I have a feeling that the whole schtick isn’t gonna work on you, is it?” Stan admits.

“Probably not but I’ll take a look around and see if there’s anything that catches my eye.” You chuckle, making your way around the space as your eyes scan the various trinkets. Your fingertips run across the mugs with question marks painted on them. You decide to use this opportunity to make small talk as you mill around the gift shop while Stan leans back against the counter, “So, you said you’re the former owner? Who owns it now?”

“One of my former employees, Soos. Kid’s been working for me since he was… well a kid. Only person with as much passion as me about this place.” Stan says, glancing over at the Employee of the Month picture that still hung behind the counter that showed a younger Soos. “What made you step down as owner?” You hum, thumbing through the t-shirt rack. 

Stan smiles fondly, “Me and my twin brother actually just got back from traveling, we’re only in town for the summer. It was always our dream to travel the world together by boat, and we finally got to make that happen.” You look up, smiling at how warmly he spoke of his brother. Stan catches you staring and crosses his arms defensively, “What?”

“Nothing,” You say, shaking your head before thumbing through the assortment of keychains and stickers that were displayed. “So twin brother, huh? What’s he like?”

“You’re sure asking a lot of questions… not sure if I should be flattered but it feels like I’m being interrogated by a government official.” Stan comments with a grin. You pause with dramatic effect before looking up and admitting, “Well technically, I do work for the government.”

Stan freezes, his stance becoming defensive as he looks you up and down, “Oh shit, really? Man, these cover-ups are getting better and better but I swear I haven’t broken any laws… recently at least.” Your warm laughter fills the room, finding the look on his face priceless, “Relax, I work for the National Parks.” Stan’s posture relaxes at the realization and he rolls his eyes, “Alright, you got me good. So what do you do? Are you like a park ranger or something?”

“No, I’m a geoscientist. I pretty much study rocks and fossils. Kinda boring day to day but sometimes I’ll come across a precious gemstone and keep it for myself… even though we’re not supposed to take anything off a dig site.” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Using the government’s resources to your own advantage? I like the way you think.” Stan chuckles.

You pick out a magnet to add to your fridge when you return as a reminder of your side quest at the Mystery Shack. Stan rings you up though you notice a significant markdown in the original price after he insists on giving you the employee discount. As you walk out of the gift shop outside, you round the corner back to your car. 

Little did you know that you would run into the man that you once loved as someone with a long tan trench coat was outside fiddling with a device with his back turned to you. Stan elbows you in the arm to catch your attention, "That's my poindexter brother that I mentioned, Ford. He's always working on some geeky invention."

"You know I can hear you, Stanley?" Ford sighs, turning around to face you two.

Time slows down as he meets your eyes, memories flooding back to him before landing on the last memory he had of you - your back turning away from him, your hand slipping through his fingers after he chose to continue with his research despite your pleas.

He freezes, seeing the woman that left him all those years ago, "Y/N?" He calls out to you.

You blink, staring back at this man that you had never met before calling out your name.

Stan is just as confused as you are, looking between the two of you. 

You tilt your head in confusion, “Uhm… sorry, have we met before? How do you know my name?”

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Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 2

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 3rd, 2024)

Kim Mingyu

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Need A Hand? (farmhand!mingyu x farmer's daughter!reader) @everyonewooeverywhere

✧ back to december (smut (18+ / mdni), fluff, angst (resolved!), best friends to strangers to lovers) @toruro

Between the heavens and the earth (Royal!AU, smut so MDNI!, angst, pining) @gyuldaengi

New Rules (basketballplayer!mingyu, collegestudent!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, s2l, smut) @leejihoonownsmyheart

BLOOM FOR ME (college au, slice of life, strangers to fwb to lovers, angst, fem!reader, slowburn-ish, rollercoaster of somewhat unrealistic events, minor use of the fake dating trope, not proofread, explicit sexual content, inexpressive!reader, fear of intimacy, once again a fic that seemed better in my head than the finished product but idc!) @sanakiras

Honeyboy (SLOWBURN, back and forth PINING, angst, summer romance, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, eventual friends to lovers, brief high school!au, fluff, slight love triangle, lots of teasing/flirting.) @chocosvt

Lilac Lace (roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.) @starlightxsvt

How to Win Hearts for Dummies (the answer is lattes and banana bread) (Idol!mingyu x makeup-artist!reader) @gyuswhore

xu minghao

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Apple of My Eye — xmh (fluff, descendants au, child of snow white reader, reader is shorter than minghao) @rubyreduji

Jeon WonWoo

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the bore next door (j.ww) @ncteez

Patterns (fuckboy(ish) wonwoo, friends(?) with benefits) @highvern

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Before the Day Begins (an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo) @kyeomofhearts

wedding weekends with wonwoo (fake dating, non-idol au, photographer!wonwoo, florist! + gn!reader, fluff, angst if you looked hard enough (honestly, it’s kinda cheesy lol) @suhnshinehaos

OVERSET (ai!wonwoo x R&D!reader) @drunk-on-dk

Say Yes to Me (1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader) @ssinboo

roommates with benefits (smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au) @shuaflix

Hong Jisoo

Cockroach (Joshua hates cockroaches. Never in a million years would he ever be able to kill one, but thank goodness he has you to take care of that.) @beomboomboom

fine line (figure skater!joshua, writer/fangirl!reader, best friend!jeonghan, dad!seungcheol, smut, fluff, angst, some occasional skating jargon, this is a lot about the Olympics) @heartkyeom

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golden hour (fluff, slice of life, best friends to lovers, summer vacation au ━ best friend!joshua) @dkfile

wildest dreams | joshua hong (best friends to lovers!au, fake dating!au (kinda), fluff, humor) @viastro

yoon jeonghan

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lens of ice | yjh | one (figure skater jeonghan, light angst, a little fluff) @wongyuuu

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The Christmas Boyfriend — yjh (fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au) @rubyredujibyredujii

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m) (teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader) @hansolmates

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Edible Arrangements (college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader) @bitchlessdino

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[fizzybin]

My immortal

⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 Paring | Vampire!Yunho x Human!female reader Word count | 5,778 Tw | This is not your normal lovely dovey vampire fic! or any of humanity. now on to the trigger warnings, Manipulation, implied love bombing well not implied its there, blood and biting (its a vampire fic what did you expect?), hypnosis ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᶠ ᵐᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶦ ᵖʳᵒᵇ ᵈᶦᵈ Rating | NC-17 playlist if wanted (songs in order) | Romance - Varials Relay - Trauma ray prayers/triangles - Deftones Descending - sleep token ⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。

Despite the fear that always lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but love your boyfriend, who happened to be a vampire. He was still the same loving, protective and charming guy you fell for, even with his supernatural nature. Standing tall at 6'2", he towered over most and his striking features were undeniably beautiful. But what drew you in the most was the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in his immortal life.

Despite his vampiric nature, he defied the stereotypical image of Dracula. His pale white skin may have hinted at his blood-drinking tendencies, but he could withstand the sun's rays for extended periods of time unlike other vampires. The myth of holy objects being able to repel him was just that - a myth. But what truly set him apart were his deep, piercing red eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. And his hands and forearms - they were black as night, with sharp claws that could shred through flesh like paper. But alongside his inhuman strength and speed, he possessed another gift - the ability to hypnotize and control the human mind, bending them to his will with a mere glance

You nestled comfortably onto his lap, seeking refuge from the mundane movie that played on the screen. Your fingers danced over his hand, tracing patterns and shapes as he watched with amusement. He noticed your lack of interest in the movie and paused it, turning his attention fully to you. With a gentle touch, he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze, a smile spreading across his lips at the sight of your playful expression.

“Is the movie not to your liking, darling?”

“Hmm? It’s ok you like it keep watching it”

His questioning gaze meets yours as you try to assure him that it's okay, that you're enjoying the movie. But he can sense your hesitation, knowing that you're just trying to spare his feelings. He sets the remote down on the coffee table and gently cups your face in his hand. His thumb traces circles on your cheek as he studies your expression.

“Darling, you were just playing with my hand and staring at the wall, I’m not that thick headed.”

“Yeah but you like this movie, watch it”

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he shakes his head in disappointment, but he still pulls you closer to him. His warm breath tickles your skin as he speaks, "What's the point in watching it if you're not enjoying it?" His forehead meets yours, and a shiver of electricity shoots through your body. His sharp, black nails trail down your cheek in a gentle caress. "But…you like it, and that's all that matters," you said with a small smile.

He hums softly as his hand slides along your jawline and down to the curve of your neck, tilting your chin with gentle force. His eyes meet yours in a captivating stare, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're the most important thing to me," he says with a low chuckle before leaning in to press light kisses along your jaw and neck. You can feel the faint scrape of his fangs against your skin, knowing he's intentionally teasing you with them.

He gently nips at the skin on your neck with his fangs before pulling away, a mischievous smirk on his face as he licks over where he just bit. He wasn't breaking the skin, of course.

"Oh? Have my fangs taken away my darling's words?"

"Are you feeling hungry or something?" you asked tilting your head a bit, he chuckles at your question. It's endearing how unaware you can be at times. The thought of being hungry does cross his mind as he runs his tongue over his sharp teeth, but he would never drink your blood without your consent. At least, that's what you think

“Perhaps, but that’s not why I’m teasing you darling,” he whispered seductively, his lips lingering on the curve of your neck. “I just can’t resist playing with you, my dear.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he pulled you in closer by your waist, his touch sending tingles through your body. He continued to gently nip at your skin, leaving kisses and tiny bites along your collarbone and shoulders. His sharp fangs grazed your flesh, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

He bit down harder on a sensitive spot, his teeth sinking into your skin with a hint of force. You squirmed beneath him, letting out a soft whine as the sensations coursed through you. His hand moved to hold your chin up, his dark eyes searching for any signs of arousal.

He wanted to hear you moan, to know that he was affecting you in all the right ways. With each nibble and nip, he pushed you closer to the edge of desire. And from the way you responded to his touch, he knew he was succeeding.

A satisfied chuckle escapes his lips as he witnesses your reaction to his touch. It is one of his greatest pleasures, seeing how you respond to him - be it through his words, or the way he holds and plays with you.

"You told me to watch the movie, yet here you are," he teases, "a whining mess from my mere touch."

"Shut up," you retort playfully, unable to stop yourself from smiling as he continues to laugh. He pushes you down onto the couch, pinning you underneath him as his body hovers over yours. His smirk is evident on his face, revealing his sharp fangs in all their glory.

"Try me, darling," he growls, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. You immediately regret your flippant remark as he advances towards you, pinning you against the wall with a force that takes your breath away.

"I-I didn't mean it like that," you stammer, trying to push him away. But his grip on your wrists is unbreakable, his strength overwhelming.

"Too late," he sneers, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "I love seeing you scared and flustered, it's adorable."

Panic sets in as you realize just how much power he holds over you. You whimper and plead for him to let you go, but he only laughs at your distress.

"Not until I'm done playing with my little darling," he snarls, his grip tightening even more. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers of fear through your body.

“No, I like you right here, under me, all while being a whining mess over me pinning you down, it’s cute, love.”

"No, no, I really mean it, stop!" He tilted his head and leaned in closer, his breath tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "You can say one thing, but your body is saying something else, darling." He chuckled at your reaction as he continued to lightly nip and suck at your neck. "Yunho, please stop," you pleaded, but he only let out a small hum in response. He found that sensitive spot on your neck again and began to focus on it, wanting to hear you whimper once more - that sound that drove him wild with desire.

“And why should I? I like having you like this darling, and you sure do make it look like you’re enjoying it.”

You shook your head, attempting to appear calm and collected while your voice trembled with fear. You didn't want to act flustered or bratty, but you couldn't help feeling scared. "Y-Yu… please," you pleaded, your tone now soft and fearful. That seemed to snap him out of his teasing mood. He looked at you, his expression filled with concern.

He released your wrists and instead cupped your face gently in his hands.

"Please, my dear," he cooed, his grip tightening on your wrists. You whimpered, desperately hoping for a release from his grasp. But he could see the panic in your eyes, and it wasn't just because he was restraining you. He knew that his manipulative powers were fading, and soon you would return to your independent thinking.

His fingers move gently through your hair, trying to calm you and assure you that you are safe. He slowly moves away from you, allowing you to sit up. His gaze remains fixed on you, full of concern. You rest your head in his lap, reaching for the remote and pressing play on the movie again. "Let's just watch your movie," he says, not taking his eyes off of you. As he sits up more, he delicately cups your face and turns it towards him, making sure you are looking at him as he speaks.

His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as he spoke. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, leaving a warm trail in its wake. "Don't dodge my question," he said, concern etched into his features. "I thought you were okay with me pinning you down. Why did you act so scared of me? Did I go too far?"

You hesitated before answering, unsure of how to express your thoughts. He tilted his head, his worry growing as he tried to understand.

"It's not that…" You trailed off, unsure of how to continue. But he pressed on, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

"Then what is it? What made you so scared?" His tone was gentle, but the concern in his voice was palpable.

"I don't know…you just did it so quickly and for a moment, I thought…" You stopped yourself, not wanting to finish the sentence.

He froze upon hearing your words, guilt washing over him. He knew how frightened you were of his true nature as a vampire. And here he was, trying to playfully tease you and ending up scaring you instead.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he gently pulled you onto his lap and held you tight against his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, regret lacing his words. "I never want to make you feel afraid or used."

“It’s okay…do you want me to get you a cup of blood or anything?”

“No no, I’m alright….”

he gently runs his hands through your hair, just gently holding you against him, it was so rare to see you so shaken up, he could hear your heartbeat, still fast and clearly shook up from earlier

“Are you sure you’re alright love?…”

“Mhm..”

he still didn’t look away from you, looking down at you and noticing the way you kept your head down. He wasn’t stupid. he knew you were lying, He gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head a bit to look at him

“Doll, please don’t lie. I know you’re not okay“

"I'm just going to go to the bedroom, you can stay here and watch TV," You announced, getting up from his lap and making your way to the bedroom. He didn't say a word as he watched you disappear behind the closed door. As he leaned back on the couch, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew you were still shaken up, yet he couldn't bring himself to comfort you. Meanwhile, you laid in bed, trying to fall asleep despite the turmoil swirling inside of you. Should you be angry with him? Or should you understand where he's coming from? The inner conflict kept you awake for hours.

he ended up finishing the movie. He spent a few more minutes just sitting on the couch, he wasn’t in the mood to watch another movie. He slowly got up from the couch and walked over to the bedroom, opening the door, only to be met with the sight of you asleep, he couldn’t help but smile a. bit before gently crawling into bed with beside you and pulling you close to him

He lovingly brushed strands of hair away from your face before pressing his cheek against your neck. His hand tenderly caressing your arm as he pulled you in closer, fitting his body against yours. He had an intense desire to be near you, to have you in his arms and keep you safe. As you started to stir awake, you could feel his fingertips gently tracing your skin.

As his fingers delicately trailed over your skin, you stirred in his arms. He lifted his head and gazed at you with a tender expression.

"Hey…sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured softly.

Sitting up, you gently pushed his hand away. His face fell with confusion and a hint of hurt as he watched you retreat from his touch.

"Love?" His voice held concern as he too sat up, studying your face. "What's wrong?"

You hesitated before finally speaking up. "I want to sleep alone tonight. I'm just going to go to the living room."

His eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected words. "Wait, why? Did I do something?"

Shaking your head, you replied softly, "No." With that, you got up and left the bedroom, making your way to the living room. He sat there, perplexed and hurt by your sudden rejection. It was clear that he couldn't understand why you didn't want to share a bed with him or be touched by him. The gap between you seemed to grow wider as you retreated from each other's presence for the night.

With a deep, heavy sigh, he reluctantly rises from the bed and trudges after you to the living room. His heart aches with confusion and hurt as he watches you settle comfortably onto the couch.

"Yunho," you say, and he stops in front of you, bracing himself for whatever words will come next.

"Please," you plead, your voice cracking with emotion. "Let me sleep alone tonight." His jaw tightens as he battles the urge to protest, trying to understand why you would push him away like this. But ultimately, he nods in defeated acceptance and turns away, hiding the rejection burning in his eyes.

Upon hearing your words, Yunho's heart clenched as if in a vise. His mind raced, trying to think of how he could manipulate the situation to his advantage.

"Can you just tell me why at least?" he pleaded with desperation. "Why don't you want to stay in bed with me?"

But you remained quiet, avoiding his gaze. The look on his face shifted from hurt to confusing, and he waited for an explanation, silently begging you to open up to him. This was new territory for both of you - you had never asked to sleep alone before.

"I just can't tonight," you finally muttered, giving him a vague excuse.

Yunho felt even more hurt by your answer. This behavior was out of character for you, and he couldn't understand why you would suddenly reject him. He sat down on the couch next to you, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. In that moment, he realized that his manipulation tactics had failed and he needed to find another way to salvage the situation.

“Love…. Please don’t be like this… just tell me what’s wrong…”

“You scared me too much today, I don’t wanna go to sleep paranoid that your gonna do something”

A flash of fear crosses his face as he hears your words, his expression contorting into a twisted mask of guilt and fake remorse. "Doll…please," he pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. But you can see the realization dawning in his eyes, a realization that fills you with dread.

As he debates using his power on you, you can feel the tension and fear building inside of you. You know that look all too well - the look of someone about to use their powers against your will. But you refuse to back down, determined to stand your ground.

"Don't you dare," you warn him, your voice shaking with anger and defiance. He freezes and meets your gaze, his eyes filled with conflict. You can sense his desire for you, for your safety, but also his hesitation to use his power because he knows how much it upsets you.

“Don't resist me, doll," he growled in a low, dangerous tone. "Come to bed and I promise not to do anything…unpleasant." But you shook your head, fear and defiance warring within you.

"D-don't make me-" you stammered, but he couldn't help himself. The way you looked, so vulnerable and helpless in his grasp, ignited something primal in him. He had to have you, no matter the consequences.

He leaned closer, his face inches from yours, his grip on your chin unrelenting. "What if I do?" he challenged darkly. "How will you stop me then?" You whimpered, knowing all too well that he could overpower you with ease. The thought sent shivers down your spine, both from fear and a twisted sense of arousal. This was exactly why you were scared of him - because he had a power over you that you couldn't resist.

A sinister smirk stretched across his lips as he watched you cower beneath him, vulnerable and powerless. He relished in the fear that radiated off of you, like a helpless prey trapped in his grasp. With a deep chuckle, he pushed you down onto the couch and loomed over you, his eyes gleaming with dominance.

Grabbing your chin forcefully, he locked eyes with you and spoke with a chilling command. "You will come to bed with me. You will forget all about tonight when you wake up tomorrow. All you want is to be in my bed right now."

Your mind foggy and confused, you could only nod weakly in compliance. He smiled wickedly, knowing that his hold on you was unbreakable. Tenderly, he caressed your cheek before pulling you closer to him.

"Of course, my dear. Let's go to bed…"

After he got up, you followed him to the bedroom and snuggled up next to him. He smiled as he watched you drift off to sleep. He wrapped his arms around you gently, holding you tight against his body, and rested his chin on your head. He never let go of you throughout the whole night, keeping you close. When you woke up in the morning feeling a little disoriented, you barely remembered what happened last night. But he was already awake, having spent the entire night watching you sleep, holding you close to his chest

The rustling of sheets and the creaking of a bed were the first sounds you heard as you slowly woke up. You felt a gentle touch on your face, pushing some stray hairs out of your eyes. Slowly blinking them open, you saw his face hovering above yours with a soft smile.

"Hey love," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. His hand caressed your cheek as he watched you come to consciousness.

Feeling disoriented, you attempted to sit up but he gently pulled you back down. "I feel weird…" you mumbled, tilting your head in confusion. His expression changed from loving to concerned as he studied your face.

"Weird? What do you mean love?" he asked, genuine worry now evident in his tone.

"I can't remember yesterday at all," you admitted with a frown. He couldn't help but smile at your words, his concern quickly turning into playfulness.

"You really don't remember what happened yesterday?" he asked, drawing out each word in amusement. When you shook your head, he pulled you closer to him, his voice lowering to a seductive tone.

"Not a single thing?" he asked, trailing his fingers along your skin. Your breath caught at the intimate touch, and you could feel yourself becoming even more flustered.

"No…" you whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed at your lack of memory. He let out a soft chuckle before continuing his actions of running his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer with his other arm.

"Hmm…are you sure love? You don't remember anything that happened last night?" he asked suggestively.

You tried to think back but everything was blank. "Maybe I just had too much to drink and can't remember," you offered weakly. However, he shook his head at this explanation and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours teasingly.

"No no, I don't think you had anything to drink, love," he whispered hotly, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened last night.

“Oh..”

He lets out a predatory laugh at your response, his grip on the back of your head tightening as he forcefully pushes your face into the crook of his neck. His fingers dig into your scalp, pulling at your hair as he leans in closer.

"You don't remember anything? How convenient," he sneers, his voice dripping with malice. He relishes in the feeling of control over you, enjoying the way you are completely helpless in his grasp.

"No..I-I don't.." you stutter, struggling to speak through the pressure on your head. He presses his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Well, let's put this behind us for now. I'm sure it will all come back to you later," he mocks before continuing with his true intentions. "But first, be my puppet and give me your blood. I'm quite famished."

Your eyes widen in fear at his request, but you know better than to refuse him. "B-but it's early.." you whimper, knowing that it doesn't matter what time it is to him.

He chuckles darkly at your feeble attempt to resist him. "Oh darling, when have I ever cared about time? Now be a good little doll and do as I say." You can feel his fangs grazing against your neck as he waits for your compliance, reminding you of the danger you are in under his control.

“And? I don’t care if it’s early, doll. I’m famished, and I won’t wait any longer…”His voice drips with menace as he towers over you, his sharp fangs glistening in the dim light. You feel a surge of fear and defiance rise within you as you once again deny his request for your blood.

His grip on your face tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he glares down at you with cold intensity. “Why are you being so stubborn, love? Just give me what I want. It's not difficult.”

You whimper and try to pull away from him, but he only tightens his hold on you, relishing in your fear. “Don't resist me, darling. I just want a taste of your sweet blood.”

Your heart races as you hear the menacing tone in his voice. “I can't today,” you manage to stutter out.

His irritation and impatience swell with each word you speak, and he grabs your chin forcefully to keep you from escaping his grasp. “Don't make me force you to give me what I desire.”

“I don't want to today,” you insist, trying to push back against him.

“You're becoming less and less cooperative, my sweet doll,” he growls, his tone darkening with each passing moment. “Are you truly refusing to give me your blood today?”

His patience had run thin with your constant defiance and sass. This wasn't the person he knew, who was always so compliant and respectful. But then you had to push him too far with that one word, igniting a blazing fury within him. In an instant, he slammed you down onto the bed and pinned you with his body, his eyes now glowing a menacing shade of crimson as he glared down at you.

"Say it again," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

"I don't have to give it to you," you retorted, unyielding in your defiance. His eyes burned even brighter with anger at your response. He couldn't believe that you were challenging him like this, behaving in a way he had never seen before.

He forcefully grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There was a mix of anger and something else in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"Are you daring to challenge me?" His words were like venom dripping from his lips.

"M-maybe…" Your own boldness surprised even yourself as it took a moment for his question to sink in. Did you really just challenge him? The thought both terrified and excited you.

A low growl rumbled from deep within him as he struggled to contain his rage. "You are being incredibly disobedient right now. And I do not tolerate such behavior, my love."

Your heart raced as his grip on your chin tightened, bordering on painful. But still, you couldn't back down, not now. "If you truly love me, why must I always be obedient to you?"

The tension between the two of you was palpable as he considered your words. His anger and desire clashed within him, torn between punishing your defiance or giving in to the arousal that your boldness sparked.

"Because you belong to me," he growled, his voice laced with an aggressive edge. "You have no choice but to obey me, my love. So be a good doll and give me your blood."

His statement was met with unexpected resistance from you. "So you don't actually love me?" You asked, surprising him with your boldness yet again. Did you truly doubt his feelings for you? He looked down at you, hurt etched on his face at the thought that you could question his love.

"I'm giving you one last chance," he warned, feeling his patience wearing thin. "Do not use that tone with me again, and never question my love for you. Now give me what I want."

But instead of complying, you shook your head defiantly. He couldn't take it anymore. How dare you disobey and question his authority as your owner? Without hesitation, he released your chin and pinned your wrists above your head, leaning over you in a dominating manner. His face was inches away from yours as he spoke.

"Say that again," he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Yunho, please," you pleaded, using his real name for the first time since this confrontation began. Your pleading tone caught him off guard, but it only fueled his frustration even more. You were pushing him to his limits, acting out of line as his doll.

"Don't test me," he growled, tightening his grip on your wrists. "I am losing my patience with your disobedient behavior."

His eyes narrowed as he watched you, his anger simmering just below the surface. But then your pleading tone and the look in your eyes changed something in him. His anger transformed into a fierce desire, his gaze turning predatory as he gazed at you

He let out a low growl as he caressed your cheek with rough fingers, his grip on your wrists tightening. He couldn't resist you when you were like this, offering yourself to him with such vulnerability

"Doll… give me your blood," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

You finally gave in, defeated, and he smirked in satisfaction. This was how it always ended with you - giving in to him.

He leaned down to place a possessive kiss on your forehead before moving to your neck. He inhaled your intoxicating scent before kissing and nibbling his way towards the spot where he wanted to sink his fangs.

As he reached the spot, his kisses turned more heated and urgent. He could feel your body responding to him, shivering under his touch.

With a smirk, he sank his fangs into your neck, savoring the taste of your sweet blood. You yelped but he held you firmly, not letting you pull away.

As he drank from you, his demeanor became even more primal and possessive. He wouldn't let anyone take you from him.

Finally, he pulled away from your neck but kept a tight grip on your wrists. Your blood still pulsed through his veins, fueling the fire within him.

His eyes fixated on the deep bite mark on your neck, trickles of blood still dripping from it. With a twisted smile, he licked the blood off your skin, relishing in the sweetness of your life force. He leaned over you, his face becoming serious once again.

"Don't tell me what to do," he growled in response to your suggestion of him going out to hunt. He released your wrists and brought his face closer to yours, his eyes darkening with hunger.

Placing a firm hand on your cheek, he caressed it with rough fingers as he gazed into your eyes. "You are my possession, my doll. I don't need to hunt when I have you. Your blood is mine to drink whenever I please."

You tried to push back against his possessive words. "Just because we're dating doesn't give you ownership over me." His grip tightened on your cheek and he let out an irritated scoff at your defiance, now fully annoyed by your attitude.

"You're my possession. I own you completely and you will do as I say. You are nothing but a toy for me to play with and I have no qualms about using you however I please." His voice was harsh and controlling, his grip on your face unrelenting as he forced you to look into his eyes.

"You don't know me at all," you spoke up, feeling both scared and confused by the sudden change in him. But he didn't seem to care as he continued to tighten his hold on you, his anger only growing.

"You dare question me? You belong to me and it's your duty to serve me. Your blood is mine to take whenever I desire it. Do you understand?" he growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "I don't recognize you anymore." It felt like the vampire you fell in love with had been replaced by this cruel and dominating version of Yunho. But all he could see was his own power and control, too consumed by his anger to see the pain in your words or the tears in your eyes.

"No excuses. You are mine and I will do whatever I want with you," he declared coldly, not caring about the hurt he was causing you. This was who he truly was, a manipulative and possessive vampire who saw you only as an object to fulfill his desires.

He gripped your face harder, forcing you to meet his cold and emotionless gaze as he stared down at you

“I’ve been like this the whole time love, you’re just choosing to be blindly delusional and refusing to see how things really are. You exist to be my doll. You’re my toy. I own you.”

“So you don’t love me…? I’m just a toy to you?”

He let out a sharp scoff at your words, the sound dripping with disdain. It was clear he couldn’t be bothered to consider how his biting response might cut into you, how deeply it would sting. His eyes, cold and unyielding, barely met yours as if to make it known just how little he cared in that moment. "Love?" he repeated, his voice laced with mockery as a bitter laugh escaped his lips. The word seemed almost offensive to him, a ridiculous notion that didn’t belong in the space between you. He shook his head, his tone growing colder, his amusement more biting. “How can I love a doll. I only see you as a toy. You’re nothing more than a toy that I play with and use for my own pleasure and entertainment. And dolls don’t have feelings. So why would I love you?”

“W-what…?”

A cruel smirk played on his lips as he drank in the shock and heartbreak in your eyes. He reveled in the power he held over you, enjoying how much his words were cutting you deep. Your vulnerability was like a drug to him, fueling his pleasure at the harsh truth he was about to deliver.

"That's right," he taunted, relishing in your pain. "You're nothing but a toy to me. A mere plaything for my amusement. Dolls have no feelings, so it's absurd to think I could ever have feelings for you. You'll always be just an object, used for my pleasure and discarded when I'm done."

Your trembling voice spoke up, desperate for some shred of affection from him. "But you used to tell me you loved me…you said you LOVED me." His laughter rang out cold and hollow, mocking your naïveté.

"Oh, my dear doll," he sneered. "Did you really believe those empty words? They were nothing but lies, meant to manipulate and control you. I feel nothing towards you. You're meaningless to me."

The desperation in your eyes shifted to defiance as you spoke your final plea. "Then kill me." His smile widened into a sinister grin as he leaned in close.

"Oh darling, death would be too kind for you."

“If you really feel nothing towards me then kill me!”

His words hung in the air like a heavy stone, crushing any hope or self-worth you had left. You had never expected him to be so callous and cruel, ripping away any illusion of love or care. And as his rejection settled in your mind, a numbness took over until all you could do was give up on yourself.

For a moment, he was speechless. He hadn't anticipated the depth of your pain, the way his heartless words had completely shattered you. His grip on your face loosened, guilt and regret creeping in.

But then his voice turned cold and dismissive. "Fine then, give up. It doesn't matter to me."

As you gasped for breath, jolted awake from the nightmare of reality, you found yourself crying into Yunho's arms. The only comfort in this world of heartbreak and betrayal. But even as he tried to soothe you back to sleep, the haunting words echoed in your mind, a reminder that love can be just as cruel and unforgiving as it is beautiful.

once you fell asleep again, he says with a smile on his face, "Ah, such a hopelessly naïve mortal you are. Cling, if you must, to those fragile illusions that I love you, and let your pitiful cries fill the air—oh, how delightfully insignificant they are. Dream all you like, weep as much as you will, for it changes nothing. Love? No, I could never lower myself to such a sentiment. You shall never have my heart, for it is beyond your reach, and always shall be, though you will always come crawling back to me"

⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺𐕣 𖤐 𐕣༻⋆。

[whatsmyname-uma]

Just watched Descendants rise of red and y'all I am GAGGING so allow me to ramble real quick thnx.

I have a few criticisms but I also have a theory for D5 that may be a little far fetched but I need to get it off my chest.

So at the end when Uma is talking about the consequences of unraveling the fabric of time,I believe that D5 could possibly transport Chloe and Red into the future to introduce the children of the originals.

Also I've noticed Jazmine and Aladdin are getting several appearances in the past and future along with what appears to be their son, could he star along side Red and Chloe in D5 ?? Could he be a love interest to either one of them?? A love triangle maybe???

It's unclear to me what the main conflict will be for D5 other than the typical, reality and time dramatically collapsing trope like EVERY other time travel movie but D5 would still need a main villain and for the love of GOD don't make them another black woman this time like ALL the other movies; (D1: Queen Leah, D2: Uma, D3: Audrey (she's half black), Descendants Wicked World: Freddy, Descendants ROR: Uliana)

As for my criticisms;

1. Charming and Bridget should've had a bit more screen time

2. Bridget's character should've been a bit more fleshed out

3. The movie should've at least been 2 hours long, it felt a bit rushed trying to squeeze in every character so much that they forgot Rapunzel/Rapunzel's daughter or whoever the hell she is

4. Fire the hairdresser IMMEDIATELY, the wigs were nice at some points but why can you fully see the lace?? Why is almost everyone's wig bulky??

5. The outfits were cute but BRING BACK KARA SAUN

6. BRING BACK KARA SAUN

7. Where tf is Harry and Gil???

8. Where is Dizzy and Celia???

9. Killing off Carlos was a choice but I understand that recasting him would be entirely disrespectful so I support it, rest in peace CB💞

10. Color hair is cool but NOT when it's the same shade as your entire outfit like c'mon....... (Bring back Kara saun)

11. Descendants has been Monochromatic since the beginning but it seems overwhelmingly mishandled in this movie so please bring back Kara saun

12. DITCH the track pants/ bell bottoms and bring back the cool leather patterns and prints pls

As for what I liked:

1. I deeply enjoy Red and Chloe as Characters and if Disney isn't stupid they'd give them a romance (imo)

2. I LOVE the queen of Hearts, Rita Ora portrayed her so well and her voice is SO beautiful

3. BRANDY and Paolo returning as Cinderella and Charming is the gag of the century, still unsure how they raised somebody like Chad.....

4. Uma being principal is absolutely genius imo

[minie-mastermind]

DC Sonic - Earth 3 / Anti Mobius

Sonic / Flash counterpart would be Scourge / Johnny Quick. Being more like Evil Sonic instead of scourge he would be more of a basic bully and impulsively following his own whims.

Tails / Cyborg counterpart would be Miles Prower / Grid. After deconstructing Dr. Kintobor's technology he would finally be able to overpower his bullies. From there he would start incorporating it into himself, becoming obsessed with power and joining the Crime Syndicate for a chance to try and manipulate them.

Knuckles / Superman counterpart would be O'Nux / Ultraman. The echidna's Society along with the Master Emerald would have been destroyed, being the last survivor he would hunt down the shards of the Master Emerald to empower himself.

Amy Rose / Wonder Woman counterpart from the previous pattern should be Rosie The Rascal / Superwoman. This won't work though since Lois Lane is superwoman and not Diana Prince in most versions of Earth 3. Not to mention given superwoman's love triangle with Owlman and Ultraman it makes more sense for it to be Rogue The Bat / Superwoman. Given Rosie The Rascal backstory it would actually make more sense for her to be a twisted version of Mary Marvel.

Silver / Green Lantern only having a DC counterpart in Power Ring without a direct counterpart on Anti Mobius. From the Power Rings origin now it may have been given to him by his universe's version of Blaze. Instead having the spirit of Volthoom inside the ring it would have Mephiles who would have pushed him to travel back in time.

Shadow / Batman only having a DC counterpart in Owlman without a direct counterpart on Anti Mobius. Owlman is not actually Bruce Wayne he is Thomas Wayne Jr, Bruce's secret older brother. Shadow does have an older relation that was kept secret as well, the Biolizard. The silver of the outfit would be his life support along with armor. Instead of being too dangerous to contain he would have stayed under control long enough to kill everyone on the Ark before descending the Earth.

[loz-furbies]

Ralph

Design

Usually it's the girls who get unique and memorable designs, and the boys have to settle for a much more boring isekai mc-kun style look, but not here! This is amazing, bright blue frilly bell bottoms with purple stripe decorations! And the little wizard hat! And the 00's deviantArt OC edgy hair over one eye! The badass cape! Oh he has nail polish too! He is just great. In general he looks a little dorky but that's okay, it's a very memorable design. The cape fits the hero image he's trying to maintain, even if he's not very good at it.

The eyebrows are also a striking design element and even has plot relevance, but more on that later. So, uh, spoilers for Oracle of Ages? Or in general all of these potentially have spoilers for their respective games, not that I've warned about that before...

The frills and triangle pattern are elements that also repeat in the Oracles' designs. I really like this, they're all different so it doesn't feel like they're wearing a uniform, but it also gives the sense that the world has its own distinct fashion style.

In the entire LoZ franchise there are remarkably few friendly older teen/young adult male important npcs, or at least in the "attractive anime twink" style Link inhabits, compared to the situation with the girls (when almost all games have at least Zelda in the main girl role). And Ralph is one of the few exceptions, which I welcome. Or like I said in Nayru's entry, he's actually a lot shorter than I thought and might even put him in the "kid" category, but I elect to ignore that.

Character

Ralph starts out reasonably enough saying how he counts on Link with Nayru's safety, but quickly changes to stating that he doesn't think Link's help is needed after all. After Nayru is kidnapped he pops up here and there through the story on his own quest to save her, repeats how he will be the one to save Nayru and usually has a pretty condescending attitude towards Link ("Well, if it isn't Link! Dawdling about, as usual.") But he does offer some useful advice during his appearances, so he's willing to help and share information at least.

Later Ralph expands his heroism to wanting to save the general population in addition to Nayru, and even gets a moment where he is ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good despite being scared ("Maybe it is terrifying… But if I must, I must. To do nothing and live just isn't me.") In general he feels like he's the typical hotheaded shounen hero of his own story.

Towards the end of the game Ralph has to eat some humble pie when Link saves the day. After this Ralph apologises for his behaviour, praises Link, admits that he was the one who didn't accomplish anything, and outright says that he now considers Link his friend.

In general Ralph gets surprisingly much character focus for a character in a GBC game, he gets to show a lot of different emotions in different situations and even gets noticeable character development.

Role in the story

I would say that Ralph has the most well developed role out of all the characters in both of the Oracle games, which is peculiar since he isn't even the poster girl. He's the only one to get a proper arc, and has a lot of presence since he shows up in OoA regularly. And most importantly after Nayru gets saved after dungeon 6 out of 8, he is actually the final damsel in distress for OoA. The execution is a little different since Nayru's predicament is the usual kidnapped girl fare, while Ralph has to be saved from himself since he rushes to fight the end boss on a suicide mission. You see, after Nayru is freed from the villain's possession, the villain possesses the queen (in the past) instead, and it is revealed that Ralph is her descendant. So he intends to kill queen even if it means that he won't be able to be born. The way this works is a little clunky here since he already knows Link is able to undo the possession, so his sacrifice feels kind of dumb and reckless. Also he only survives because of plot armour because the villain could have killed him before Link takes over the battle but just chose not to. But points for trying I guess, this is still way above the writing the other characters in either of the two games got.

Considering how much focus Ralph gets and how actively he tries to contribute, it's a little shame how his actions don't really amount to anything. The most you can say that he works as the game's hint system because sometimes he points where the player should go next, but it would be nice if he got to do something more notable too.

I feel that he is similar to the original Pokemon rival (Blue) in that he's this cocky rival that shows up to mock you through the game, and the in the end you get to feel vindicated when they're defeated. Both of them are even actually helpful by sharing information too! Though I do feel kind of bad for Ralph since he's just so crushed at the end and just lies on the floor lamenting how he looks like a fool now.

I like that the revelation that he is the queen's descendant is foreshadowed a little (with how he knows about a secret entrance to the palace) and isn't just dropped out of nowhere in the finale.

Relationships

Ralph is a childhood friend and self-proclaimed protector of Nayru, acts kind of jealous about the possibility of someone else doing the protecting, and spends most of the game running around trying to save her. I don't remember instances where his behaviour could only be interpreted as romantic so make of that what you will.

Surprisingly his most interesting relationship is with Link. Or he is the main character, but at this point of the franchise he usually doesn't get nearly as many character moments with even the main girl of each game so it's pretty big.

Ralph strikes a one sided rivalry with Link about the Nayru rescue, and then behaves in a condescending manner when they run into each other. However I find it interesting that he doesn't blame Link at all for Nayru getting captured in the first place, because it was Link who brought the disguised villain close to her in the first place. Or it wasn't Link's fault since nobody know about the disguise, but I would have imagined that Ralph would hold it against him.

Once Link is the one to save Nayru while Ralph did nothing he apologises properly, and starts preparing to take down the villain, even if it would cost him his own life. And then he starts throwing lines like "May fate bring us back together!", and later "Umm… Link… Don't forget me. I mean, I think of you…as a friend…" when preparing for his suicide mission. If this was a more popular and recent game people would ship these two way more but now they only have 5 results on ao3. Even the villain refers to him as Link's "dear friend".

Once the day is saved and everyone is hunky-dory Ralph comments how Link is amazing and apparently teases him for the embarrassing statue the queen put up for Link. Then they get a cute cutscene in the credits where Link tries to teach Ralph to do the spin attack with the sword, but he spins too much and gets dizzy. So we end on the note that they're friends now, with Link taking a mentor-like role.

He also gets a brief scene with the queen, with both being proud about the relationship, though the queen takes offense at being called grandmother. It's a shame they don't get to interact more, but it's nice that their relationship didn't go completely unaddressed.

[archivist-crow]

Odds and Ends:

TRIANGLES OVER BELGIUM

Beginning in late 1989, a definite UFO "flap" converged on Belgium. The majority of the sightings occurred in the vicinity of Wallonia. On the night of March 30, 1990, over 2,700 reports of massive triangular UFOs were made to the Belgian air force; usually the air force received fewer than 300 UFO reports annually. Sightings were made by the members of the military, police officers, civilians, and five separate radar stations. The UFO had a light at each apex of the triangle and a large light in the center. One investigator described how these lights were predominantly red, but would change to blue, green, yellow, and white, as if the craft were sending messages.

During the night, two different NATO stations' radar detected one of the crafts. Two F16 fighter interceptors were released to investigate. The pilots both managed to lock on to the spaceship six or seven times, but, apparently controlled by intelligence, it would always break free of the lock. One time the spacecraft descended from 10,000 to 500 feet in five seconds. It would execute a zigzag pattern and could manage acceleration from 280 kph to 1,800 kph (174 mph to 1,118 mph) in seconds. The force necessary for such a maneuver would be beyond human endurance. Just as amazing was the lack of any sonic boom.

Interestingly, Britain reported a similar wave of sightings the same night. In Staffordshire a family watched the triangular ship fly extremely close to the top of their house as it emitted a deep "bass" vibration. A Royal Air Force officer at the local military compound saw the enormous ship casting a tracking beam across the landscape, as if searching for something. The gigantic triangles were sighted repeatedly for many months afterwards. Many people tried to photograph the ships, but only one man managed to obtain an observable picture.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[everlythequestionabletomboy]

UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

UI

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

Fleshy color sidebar renderer is added [no idea what that means]

PLANTS

Flowers/Seeds

Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

EXTRAS/MISC

ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders

[talonabraxas]

Sirius Blue Star Gateway Talon Abraxas Sirius has many meanings:

Transition Stage - Moving consciousness from one reality - frequency - to another

Spirit of Wisdom - Zoroastrian translation Brightly Radiating One - Graeco-Egyptian Name Isis - Osiris - Sirius was granted God/Goddess status amongst many early peoples, including the Egyptians and Sumerians.

The dogons have described perfectly the DNA pattern made by this elliptical orbit created by the two stars as they rotate make around each other. They believe Sirius to be the axis of the universe, and from it all matter and all souls are produced in a great spiral motion.

Sirius is linked to the color BLUE. It is a blue-white star. Beings from Sirius were supposedly BLUE tinged. There is a relationship to royalty called 'BLUEbloods' as they are supposedly descending from a BLUE alien race.

Electricity...which is still part of the EM spectrum...when isolated (not lightning) is BLUE in color. BLUE is the frequency upon which we will move out of this experience.

There are many references to the color BLUE in prophecies. Creational myths end with something blue-white in the sky - light. An ancient Hopi Indian prophecy states, "When the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens, the Fifth World will emerge". The Hopi name for the star Sirius is Blue Star Kachina. Hopi Blue Star Prophecy. Hopi Prophecy speaks of Twin Kachinas - white and blue. Twin - Merging of Self - Twin Pyramids - DNA.

If the Dogons are correct - The Nommo Gods are 'Aquatic': BLUE Water - Came from Creation - the Collective Flow - FISH - Pisces - Creation - Christ Consciousness - return of Jesus? - - - Why is Krishna colored blue? "One of the theories is that Vishnu [God] is blue because his association with water, is depicted blue; therefore all his incarnations including Krishna, are shown as such."

Sirius - three stars - three-legged ship. Sacred Geometry - 3 into 1 - triad - triangle - pyramids.

These gods had wings - ascension.

The watchers - the gray aliens - within their eyes we see a computer that watches and monitors the game.

Beings from Sirius - I have been told by some of the top psychics on this planet that I originally came here from Sirius to seed this planet. I was humanoid - very tall - and had wings.

[ruler-of-everything-nestlet]

Patient File #618

Dimensional Tyrant Ward

Patient #323322: Bill Cipher

Other Names: Ruler, Nestlet, All-Seeing Eye, The Beast with Just One Eye, William Lucifer, Billiam William Cipher

Species: Euclitean

Pronouns: he/him

Description: yellow triangle, wears top hat and bowtie, has black limbs and brick pattern across lower half

Height (without hat): 1’7’’

Weight: 16.85 pounds

Blood Type: static and mercury

Injuries: None

Other Diagnoses: Psychosis, Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Autism, Dissociative Identity Disorder, selective amnesia

Cause of Death: Patient is currently alive

Expected Time Frame for Reincarnation: Not Applicable to Patient

Treatments: haliperidol (psychosis), methylphenidate (ADHD), group therapy (various), anger management

Past Treatments: none

Personal History: Patient destroyed home dimension and lived for several months with adopted "mothers". Patient refuses to refer to them as "fathers", despite claiming that he has no idea why he hates that title so much. Patient was then kidnapped and forcibly relocated to the Nightmare Realm where he was manipulated into committing a large amount of crimes including: murder, robbery, torture, arson, the complete consumption of at least twelve inhabited solar systems leading to the extinction of all species residing in them, killing and then eating all the gods in his multiverse except for three, forcibly taking control of the Nightmare Realm and causing it to descend even further into chaos and madness, greatly speeding up its decay, and causing a successful Weirdmageddon. Patient has since trampled his kidnappers to death, but has continued his Weirdmageddon, taking over the entirety of that dimension. Patient refuses to acknowledge any of the signs of reality decay clearly visible in this dimension.

Further Notes: Patient has zero memories of his original home dimension. It is unclear if he repressed them himself or if they were forcibly erased.

Current Status: Locked in his room in a straight jacket and muzzle until he stops trying to harm Theraprism staff.

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

Shower thought:

Also if you guys did this already in like high school that’s embarrassing but whatever

All the multiples 1-10 follow a pattern with their second digit

(2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, restart)

(4, 8, 12, 16, 20, 24, restart)

(5, 10, 15, restart)

(6, 12, 18, 24, 30, 36, now it ends in 6 again so it restarts, 42, 48, 54, 60, 66, restart)

(8, 16, 24, 32, 40, 48, restart)

Right? Bear with me here

Then you get the cooler ones-

9 is always descending by 1 in the second digit until it gets back to 9

(9, 18, 27, 36, 45, 54, 63, 72, 81, 90, restart)

I think bc it’s 1 less than 10?

8 is 2 less than 10 so every multiple is 2 less than the one before it, you can do it for every # 1-10 but i can’t figure out what the pattern is there once you’re going into the negatives

Anyway, also! It covers every number in the second digit, 1-10 (-9, -8, -7, -6, etc)

Prime numbers do this too! They cover every number 0-10 in the last digit. But they do it in a weird order, uneven like a triangle rolling around

(7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, restart)

So 7, 4, 1, 8, 5, 2, 9, 6, 3, 0 — that’s all of them!

13 is like this too—

(13, 26, 39, 52, 65, 78, 91, 104, 117, 130, 143, restart)

3, 6, 9, 2, 5, 8, 1, 4, 7, 0

I think because their only multiple is 1 (the first prime number) so they behave like 1’s - they end up hitting every number (in the back) just like 1’s do.

There’s probably all kinds of patterns going on in the front numbers too btw.

It seems really heady to write it out but try it in your own head it makes sense

All these patterns of multiples look ugly and irregular alone but together they make up every (?) pattern in nature. They’re like strings with bumps in different places or beads in different patterns.

[bijoumikhawal]

Sketches for telli dresses I've made while looking at the examples in Costumes of Egypt

The first dress here is based on a tigerfish. To tie it back to late antique Coptic clothing, I gave it a v neckline, which seems to have been introduced from Persia. I've seen one surviving tunic with it, and a few depictions of it from the era. One of the dresses shown has a sadly low quality, but very striking photo of a silk embroidered dress with diagonal lines from the shoulder to center front. These lines, the lines along the sleeves, and the line in the center panel are diamonds with Vs at the horizontal points. These and the large diamond medallions reflect the sliver and black pattern of a tigerfish's scales, which often looks like diamonds to me. The line leading down from the center front slit is the "descending trefoil" motif, but modified to be simplified lotuses; one open flower flanked by two buds. The sleeves and hem are edged by a thick red cotton embroidered border- the big motif in the second photo. It continues the diamond patterns and has sea serpents peeking their heads out. This incorporates the red fins and tail of the tigerfish. The neck border is solid, with a subtle pattern of stitches put at opposite angles. Fittingly I think the telli here should be silver.

The second has a "honeycomb" pattern around the neckline and on the top middle of the sleeves. This is a reference to Joseph and Asenath's "honeycomb" scene, possibly representing an Oniad defense of Jewish presence in Egypt and the building of the temple at Leontopolis. The neckline is also from late antique Coptic clothing. The clavi from the neckline end in Torah scrolls, and typical "descending trefoils" in red and telli go from there to the hem. More trefoils border the honeycomb on the sleeves. The vertical lines on the dress are appliques of red moire, framed by small telli motifs. A small triangle of honeycomb seperates the neckline and sleeve motifs, with the lines done in red cotton instead of telli. For this to read as honeycombs, I'd do this in gold telli, which most dresses are mare with.

[imnothinginparticular]

#finishedbooks Visualizing Black America by W.E.B. Du Bois. Was really excited when I heard about this from the previously reviewed book, Centered Diversifying Design where pioneering African designer Saki Madndikwa mused on how many even knew about DuBois graphic design work. Iainteventknowit. So here we are, Du Bois offers a narrative of what would now be called data visualization that is the rendering of information in a visual format to help communicate data while also generating new patterns and knowledge through the act of visualization itself... literally fitting in line perfectly with his famous quote, "The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color-line." The striking aesthetics and forms of the infographics, visually, are central to Du Bois's thought of black invisibility and his term double consciousness he used to describe the experience of always seeing oneself through the eyes of another, a psychic alienation and social isolation produced by the peculiar position of being black in America. It then becomes a second sight that could be transferred from a negative to a positive offering a unique perspective on existence itself. With that though...the aesthetics! The book is comprised of two sets of infographics one from 1900 at the Exposition Universelle in Paris and the second was with Atlanta University titled, "A Series of Statistical Charts Illustrating the Condition of the Descendants of Former African Slaves Now in Residence in the United States of America." Quite a mouthful. What is important is the date as Du Bois was a decade before the rise of dominant European avant-garde movements predating modular design elements having various origins in Russian constructivism, De Stijl, and Italian futurism; and twenty years before Bauhaus making clear use of primary colors built upon circles, triangles, and squares. But the application of charts that by then had been around for a 100 years, believe it was a Scottish statistician who created bar and pie charts and later much more famously Florance Nightingale who first linked data visualization to social action some 40 years prior that would could make the argument a PhD like Du Bois would have come across. But beyond all of this his infographics are a real unique experience made in ink, gouache watercolor, graphite, and photographic prints that I see informing my next set of collage work... always better to show than say.