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zileans-big-cl0ck · 8 months

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Hello! How u doing?

Can i ask for some DarkCosmic! Jhin x gn! reader headcanons! Im crying fr there is barely Jhin content. Im so happy i found your blog, its so damn great <33 ilysm!! Take care :D

✦–Dark Cosmic Jhin x reader short story.✦ SFW

✦Demos on their way to provide Jhin content for you, because Jhin enjoyers deserve everything that’s the best.

✧ prompt: ✧ just some headcanons that are placed in the Cosmic/Dark Star alternative universe.

✧ champions: ✧ Jhin, the Virtuoso (Dark Cosmic).

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral (no Y/N used).

✧ author’s note: ✧ I’m afraid it turned out more like a short story than headcanons, but you must forgive me, the whole Cosmic universe is just so emphemeral and majestic, it called me by itself to write something like this, frfr. Like, I literally have Dark Star Kha’zix as my main theme, just because it’s the most aesthetic skin in the entire game. ANYWAYS, guys, hit me up with any ideas for Jhin content, because I’m gonna take care of it, I PROMISE. And don’t worry about your asks, I’m really writting them, I’m just a bit lazy and slow. As always, please ignore any mistakes.

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The Cosmic Court has lost Jhin’s light. He has fallen into the Dark Star’s trap, embraced the inky space. Now, bestowed with new starfire powers, he conscientiously begun to claim the Universe as a canvas for his artwork.

Jhin’s corruption quickly escalated, cosmic frame mirrored the cells of his mad and abstract concept of reality. It all belonged to him now. He could create anything or make nothing from the absolute; proclaim the universe with a new virtuoso as a cradle of twisted nebulas, incandescent galaxies, blurred across the black reality.

His hunger grew alongside claiming more and more stars, his four emphemeral hands - two filled with the energy of relinquished Cosmic celestial, the other two greeting the omnipotent might of the Dark Star - working, reaching, grabbing, painting, spreading.

These hands, he reached them once for a brand new Galaxy, fresh and pure, uncertain of the destination it should met. It could be turned into something truly gorgeous, breathtaking, beyond anything a simple mortal could ever comprehend. He wanted to ensnare this light, capture it at its most enduring state, and then squize it in his claws, paint the infinite darkness of expanse by its entrails.

But Jhin hesitated. It wasn’t just another impotent Galaxy drifting in space, awaiting its dull end, that would come in eons. It was another Celestial being, alive and in their youth, unaware of the ongoing war between the Dark Star and its corruptants and the Cosmic Court.

He approached, though there was a concerning aspect in their apperance. Like a whirling black hole that he employed to create artworks greater than himself, the artist behind.

Discovered when he found himself closer, he realized that he misses the feeling of gliding freely between plantes, with stardust sweeping through his ephemeral cape. Emptiness surrounded this poor Celestial, ubiquitous darkness and black background only in the sight. It was almost pitful, to look at something so lonely, with no items to craft and work and paint. But Jhin was an artist, which entailed that he felt and saw more, curiosity rised achingly in his cosmic body.

And he obtained them, because Jhin, empowered by the power of the Dark Star, always got what he desired, what his longing soul cried for. Firstly, it was a move made from pity; soon he became covetous, as he saw other corruptants becoming jealous of his new pet. The old, disdainful wraith, Mordekaiser, jeered, demanding his own cohort of enslaved Celestials. ”If Jhin can have one, why won’t we create a whole army of it? Why should we meet constelations with cataclysms, instead of claiming them as our own?” he asked, encouraged by the coward, Xerath. But Jhin decided to mercifully ignore his acquaintances, as the Herald, Thresh, didn’t stop him - his own twisted mind hided his soft spot for some kind of pets.

Jhin admired his new companion’s loyality. They decided to stood by his side, and he was positive they would be loyal even in the end of the Cosmic Court, end of the Dark Star and the whole Universe, just because he had freed them from the nothingless of their corner of space.

He uncovered that he had no desire of consuming nor devastating the Celestial into a new piece of art, just becausae of their purity and mellowness. When born in a dark emptiness, their being couldn’t soak with the benightedness that kept buisy the minds of others. He could bathe them in his own ideas and beliefs.

Neither Mordekaiser nor Xerath could order him to leave his new partner - they became his inspiration, his only appreciated audience. Their word was valued by Jhin more than the ardous asks from the other corruped cosmic titans.

They weren’t ordinal. They were found in a repugnant darkness, embraced by no stars, no nebulas, only ceaseless nothingless. It was almost calming, like the dim insides of the Dark Star, which were consummate, persistent, always hungry for more. Jhin admired it and wanted to show his pet the whole Universe, the beauty he could rip from constellations, melt them to his will.

He often became pensive, milling the thoughts that consumed his mind, pushing him into the greatness of his immense conciousness. They could listen to him for eons about the convoluted twists and strings behind his art. But he would never talk about his past and the Cosmic Court. And they were never malicious enough to force him to confess that.

The whole Galaxy was yours. Jhin was the reason the sanctimonious herold of the Dark Star, Thresh, has brought the rightful owner, the true heir of the devouring force of this Universe, Lux, so she could claim the throne. And by this way, the Virtuoso obtained favourability of his master - the one that gave him the powers. It let him spread the superficial chaos, proudly pace through space with his new companion, his beautiful galaxy, his devotion and destination.

Because Jhin was never reserved; if he wanted the whole Universe to belong to him, he would accomplish this task even without help of the Dark Star.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #khada jhin #jhin #league of legends jhin #league of legends khada jhin #dark star #league of legends dark star #league of legends dark cosmic #jhin x reader #jhin x you #khada jhin x reader #khada jhin x you #dark cosmic jhin x reader #dark cosmic jhin x you #league of legends dark cosmic jhin #dark cosmic jhin

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that-culdesac-kid · 1 year

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Hear me out

Tamarack X MC who has synesthesia

(specifically the sound-color one, aka chromesthesia)

So we know that Tamarack has a real love for music, as seen by her joining the school band and playing the cello in steps 2 and 3.

We also saw her habit of singing and humming in the demo.

Now, wouldn't it be perfect if we paired her up with MC who has chromesthesia?

If you haven't heard of chromesthesia before, it's a condition that some people have where hearing everyday sounds or musical notes makes them perceive colors, shapes, and movements.

Basically, it's kind of a cool ability that makes you see or visualize sounds as shapes and colors (like colored fireworks, abstract shapes, or waving lines) that change and move based on the tone of the sound.

> The gifs are just illustrations, btw. They're not accurate representations of chromesthesia and the experiences are different from person to person.

Picture this: MC listening to Tamarack play the cello in one of her practices and watching her surrounded by a beautiful parade of colors and shapes that come out from the notes in her music.

Or maybe just listening to Tamarack talking and humming while hanging out, then telling her how her voice looks like when she says a certain phrase or sings and hums in certain pitches.

It'd also be cute if MC has a fondness with a specific color or shape that comes from a sound that's related to Tamarack, like her footsteps, her laughs, or just her voice in general. Maybe even throw in some cute lines like,

"Out of everyone, I think your voice has the prettiest color."

Even better if the MC is an artist. They can make paintings to capture the colors and shapes that they see in Tamarack's music.

> Btw, there are actually irl artists who make arts inspired by their synesthesia! (like Melissa McCracken below, who illustrate what she sees from songs into paintings)

Or they can illustrate how Tamarack's voice looks like when she say a phrase like "I love you" in german.

> Totally not inspired by this reddit post.

And I just had the cutest idea of love confession!

What if... MC give the paintings that they make to Tamarack for years while keeping their feelings and the meaning behind those paintings a secret? And it finally come up as a big reveal in their love confession, with MC revealing how each of the paintings represents the music they've heard from Tamarack or all the words of affection that they've hidden for Tamarack in those paintings for so long.

TL;DR: I don't have talent in writing fanfics, so I just dumped my fanfic idea here.

#our life #our life now and forever #gb patch #tamarack baumann #olnf #olnf rambles #tamarack rambles

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mrschwartz · 2 years

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Alex Turner opens up about The Car, Arctic Monkeys' 20th anniversary album

The frontman of the British band that performs at Primavera Sound, in São Paulo, invests in more abstract lyrics in new album

Published October 16 2022, by Rodrigo Salem

Alex Turner is not satisfied with the lighting in the room chosen as the setting for our interview. It's a small, cozy hipster hotel in the Los Feliz neighborhood of Los Angeles, one of those above a cafe with tables occupied by young people at the computer, and no lines at cash registers that don't accept cash.

The frontman of Arctic Monkeys, the biggest rock band to come out of the UK in the last 20 years, flips the switches until he finds the perfect balance of light. "Is this okay for you?" he asks, but doesn't seem to care too much about the answer.

Turner likes to have complete control over his environment. "Where do you want to sit? This will be the best place, right?" he asks, coffee in hand, already standing in front of a small beige table below the lamp that insisted on not emanating the adequate light.

Shy to the point of never completing a full sentence, as if his mouth didn't keep up with his fast brain, Turner is acutely aware of his obsession with control and attention to detail, something that has only grown bigger in the last few years at the helm of the band. But the singer, guitarist and songwriter lived something different in the creation of The Car, the group's seventh album, which will be released worldwide this week.

After composing the piano demos alone for much of the pandemic, he was reunited with the rest of the band over the summer of last year, in a secluded house that was part of a 12th-century monastery in Suffolk, on the east coast of England.

"We hadn't done that since the first album. I had extra film rolls and I took my 16mm camera to film everything and keep myself busy during the recording. At first, I just wanted to record the memory, but it seemed to help in the work environment, because I stepped out of the process a bit and gave everyone more space," he says.

"James [Ford, record producer] was delighted, because I wasn't looking over his shoulder all the time and being a twat."

The musician's hobby as a filmmaker was not the only novelty in the three weeks of work in the makeshift studio, complete with a piano borrowed from a resident there and the technological arsenal brought in from London. The period was essential for Arctic Monkeys to remember that they are still a rock group formed by friends.

"We had a lot of laughs and watched the Euro Cup together. It was important to have that band energy again," says Turner, revealing that Body Paint, The Car's latest single, only took its final form because of this camaraderie. "The distorted guitar at the end just came about because I wanted to do that solo with them. It sounds obvious, but being together changes the dynamics of how I play."

Ironically, the album's main theme seems to circle around characters that don't seem to fit the environment they're in. In Body Paint itself, which wouldn't be out of place in one of George Martin's orchestrated productions for The Beatles, Turner sings that he's "keeping on [his] costume and calling it a writing tool."

Jet Skis On The Moat, played on a sultry guitar and with a broken rhythm reminiscent of U2's The Playboy Mansion, brings a Hollywood psychedelic mood—"jet skis on the moat / they filmed everything in CinemaScope, but this is the last time you will ride them, though".

"I was imagining this perception of us living like rock stars in a fantasy castle on a mountain, riding jet skis, disconnected from everything," says Turner.

In I Ain't Quite Where I Think I Am, he seems to describe a strange trip on a luxury yacht off the coast of France, a country where he usually goes with his girlfriend, French singer Louise Verneuil, since he moved back to England from Los Angeles. "I spend less time here, but I love this city. It's where I have my friends," he says.

Extremely protective of his privacy, Alex Turner does not confirm any theories that could refer to his life beyond music. However, he admits that feeling like a fish out of water is one of the themes of the record. "I've definitely written this time about someone who doesn't fit in," he says as he pulls out of his green jacket two folded sheets of paper filled with his lyrics and assorted notes.

I question the reason for keeping this material around and the singer lets his guard down. "I think that this way I can have these conversations more easily, and stay on the same level as other people. You've read the lyrics, listened to the record, and I thought I should do the same to meet you in the middle," he says, soon bringing back up his good-humored defenses. "And it also serves to intimidate people."

Not that he seems to want to intimidate anyone. Turner can barely look up, more concerned with focusing on some object and finding the right words for his answers. Keeping the lyrics in your pocket serves to rediscover the words of the songs.

One of the most brilliant songwriters of modern British rock and someone who has managed to portray the yearnings and feelings of an entire millennial generation, he says his lyrics come out of the space between the conscious and the unconscious.

In The Car, they seem even more abstract. "I love leaving space for lyrics not to be fully understood and to become more interesting as the years go by. I like to explore things that are difficult to talk about."

Does that mean that Alex Turner, who, two decades ago, rehearsed in a garage with Jamie Cook on guitar, Andy Nicholson on bass, later replaced by Nick O'Malley, and Matt Helders on drums, in Sheffield, is finally noticing the inevitable passage of time?

"Funny, it's hard to accept that it's been 20 years," he says. "But we're alive and active. That happens a lot when I'm singing the old songs now. I remember something, not necessarily the lyrics, but the environment, a person and the sensations of the past."

A rich past, we must add. Arctic Monkeys have gone through several phases in these two decades. It began with the confessional hip-hop-enamored rock of the first two albums, a formula that propelled the group into the stratosphere of fame. It gained weight with the stoner rock of Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age on 2009's Humbug and the stadium hard rock of 2013's AM. And it culminated in the journey away from Earth in 2018's jazzy Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino.

The Car continues the sonic exploration of their previous work, but brings guitars back to the songs and a Turner interested in using his voice as an instrument. "I don't know if Alex from 20 years ago would like this sound," he wonders. "Secretly, I wanted something along those lines then, but it wasn't within my reach at the time. On second thought, I think he would like it. But if he wouldn't like it, then fuck it," he jokes.

He admits that he changed his way of looking at music and even composing. On previous albums, he wrote the lyrics and then thought of the melody. The music now comes first.

"I made an effort to put the lyrics in sync with a melody that gives me permission to use certain words," says the musician. "I didn't focus on that in the past, I think it started on AM, when I started to change the lyrics as I was influenced by the sound in the studio."

Back on stage since a few weeks ago, Turner believes the pandemic has changed the relationship between band and audience. "The first time we performed was powerful," he says. "There's a new energy that encourages me. I'm trying not to behave the same way on stage. I think some of that comes from the younger crowd."

Brazil is going to feel this in a few days. Arctic Monkeys closes the first day of Primavera Sound, in São Paulo, on November 5th, already oiling the show with a new repertoire. "When we arrive in Brazil, I want to test two new songs and leave some old ones behind," says the singer, who already says that the next album may come out faster than expected after the long gestation of The Car.

Unable to play shows, the group spent a year polishing up the album in post-production. "We had more time to work on the record and I like to think that this had a positive influence on the final result, as we had more space to hone, think and fight for certain ideas", says Turner. "I love the idea of doing something different, like writing, recording and releasing in a week. Maybe it's a fun idea for the next project."

#translating this was a delight! i used to want to be a translator this brought me back wow #also the jet skis lyrics are not it okay i had to guess from portuguese i did the closest thing that seemed to rhyme #arctic monkeys #alex turner #the car #interview #*#i hope that he doesn't mean i ain't quite as one of the new ones #i want like 6 the car songs if possible. who does he think he is #also he'd kill himself if he had to work on a project for less than like 6 months lol #the bit about the lights is so vnjdnjfvnjncjd #also the thing about meeting the interviewers in the middle 🥺 i have a post from a couple year back saying how he refuses to do that.#i used those exact words. i.#he's growing and trying and proving me wrong im so

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you-have-made-a-fatal-error · 8 months

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Regarding Mattie's Abstracts-

first, let me say points to HeR for including some abstract works in this game! love Wassily Kandinsky's early abstract works. if you look at a trimeline of his work, you can really see how his style moved through post-impressionism into straight abstract. (i'm less fond of his later bauhaus stuff - but that's not relevant here). i am all for showcasing one of the pioneers of western abstract art. love that choice.

the one on the right is Little Painting with Yellow (Improvisation) (1914). it's stretched a bit, but it's still totally identifiable.

but erm. the painting on the left? girl, what did they do to The elephant (1908)? because that work is supposed to look like this:

look, i made a gif so you can see what's the same and what's changed. all the main lines/elements are still there, but the painting itself has been warped? idk how to describe what's happened to it. and what's more, it seems like it must have happened somewhere in development because in the promotional web-demo-game (thank you wayback machine) the painting is clearly The elephant!

i say again, what on earth happenedto that painting??

#believe me i have checked - there is no other work this could be #there's no 'study' for the painting that's similar-but-not-quite-the-same #it really is an impossibly fucked up version of the elephant #and i do not have an explanation #believe me when i say i have /looked/#nancy drew #clue crew #stfd #stay tuned for danger #nd art id

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meroif · 6 months

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Hi Mero. I loved the demo. It was so sad. Do you accept RO scenario asks? And is there anything you aren't comfortable answering?

Also would love to know what inspired this story and if you have any favorite IFs atm aswell as the most important question:

if you had to choose one food to eat for the rest of your life.. what would it be?? 🤨

Hi, thank you so much for playing and liking the demo! I will divide my answer in sections for easier reading:

I absolutely encourage ROs scenario asks, as well as any other stray questions that might roam your brains, I think they're tons of fun. If I feel uncomfy regarding anything specific I will probably just say so upfront.

As for what inspired the story...hmm, a tough question. I think the short version is that I wanted to turn grief into a universe, to see if I'd finally be at peace in the quiet. I also tend to reach for "perfect spaces", pretty, everlasting images that lie empty like a world inside a painting. I find comfort in illusions. ...maybe this is a bit too abstract of an answer, I apologize.

As for my favorite IFs at the moment, I'm going to tie them up in a collection on my itch.io page soon, so I hope you'll forgive me for not being able to answer you right now. There are many wonderful writers out there and I wanna make sure I don't accidentally leave someone I admire out.

And for your last question I think I'm gonna have to say...sweet potato soup. Or maybe rice porridge...? My tastes are a bit boring I'm afraid.

Once again thank you so much for liking AHYS! 🌙

#ahundredyearsofsleepif #ahysif #answered asks #interactive fiction #interactive novel #romance #itch.io #twine game #interactive game #choice of games

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because-she-goes · 1 year

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the garden

warnings: some swearing & angry nora. Enjoy!

Nora walked out of the grey, new york sky scraper and was immediately hit by the chill in the air, but blinded by the sun. A freezing cold March morning in Manhattan. However, Nora was acting like it was August. Positively beaming and walking down the busy sidewalk with a bounce in her step, she couldn’t wait to call Matty with the news. Nora, being the incredible woman she is, had just sold one of her more intricate pieces to a buyer from The Whitney Museum for just under $85,000. An absolutely ridiculous number for Nora to wrap her head around, but a minuscule number in comparison to the art world where her colleagues have sold pieces for $30 million before even having their morning coffee.

The Whitney being a place Nora has revered for years, making it a life-goal in college to have a piece in their modern art section one day. A true pinch me moment. The piece she had sold was quite bold and brash, which the buyer liked about it - needing something to stick out among their hundreds of dazzling works. She had painted it after Matty had told her about the band being invited to play SNL. She had been inspired by the longevity of the television program and the art it produced, New York and artists like Rothko, Pollack, Kline. Remembering her teachers using the term “Abstract Expressionism” to describe what she was going for. However, she remembered halfway through that abstract expressionism was more 50s-60s than the time period she was interested in. Leaning more into postmodernism (a word she taught Matty), she looked to the works of Baldessari where dots were placed on people’s face in photographs. She took the idea of the dots and ran with it, using her thickest brush and dipping it into contrasting colors, she placed huge dots in sections of the piece - covering some spots and leaving others blank or revealing the splatters underneath. An ode to the New York art scene with a dash of California. It had taken her weeks to figure everything out and research it all.

The work had been sitting in her studio, waiting to find a home for months. At this point, she was just waiting for the wire transfer to go through and be confirmed by her bank - then she’d celebrate and officially tell Matty the news, not wanting to get ahead of herself incase the deal fell through. Walking down W 15th and turning onto 10th, she makes her way to the Starbucks Reserve to get an 11am pick me up, she orders the hazelnut latte and gets Matty one of their specials, a whiskey-barrel aged coldbrew. Taking the two coffees to go and hailing a cab, she makes her way back uptown to her apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. One of the greatest financial decisions she has ever made was taking the money from her first sale and putting it towards buying a New York apartment back in 2016, before the price for everything sky rocketed. Not having to worry about rent anymore was a blessing in and of itself.

Swiping in to her building and saying hi to her doorman Bennie, she makes her way up to her home. Opening the door, she sees Matty at their kitchen table with his headphones blaring a demo George had sent him, she remembers that at this point its 6pm in London. Kissing the crown of his head and handing him the cold brew, she goes to check her bank account not expecting anything just yet. To her shock, there it is already. Talk about a new york minute! She excitedly runs out to Matty and rips the headphones off his head like a child wanting their parent’s attention immediately.

“Hey, I was working on something?-“

“And now you’re not! Guess what, baby!”

“What?” He asks almost begrudgingly.

“I sold that painting today! The SNL one I made way back in December is going to the Whitney, they just wired me the money!!” She is practically screaming at this point, not caring which of her neighbors hear her.

“Wait, baby you did? Oh my god thats fantastic, Muffin! I am so proud of you!” Exclaiming as he remembers when he first heard about her art from Adam at a party. He had shown up late to Carly’s birthday party after going out for drinks with Nora. Adam jokingly asked if he was on a date, Matty proudly said yes. Carly and Adam asked for her name and they nearly dropped dead when he said it. Adam had been a massive fan of Nora’s since way before she met Matty, astonished he was able to land someone like her - someone who may as well be his twin they were so alike.

“Thank You, Handsome! And guess what team is in town…”

“Oh brother, not the Knicks and Lakers again…”

“You are too good sometimes, ya know that?”

“Unfortunately.” He remarks blandly, he hates basketball. He never understood what was so interesting about guys running up and down a court putting a ball in a hoop, but he watched the Knicks since Nora loved them. She could rattle off any piece of their history without even hesitating. She had been to the garden more times than Matty could even count. Her father is a huge Knicks fan and when he found out he was having a daughter, he put a little pink Knicks ball in her nursery.

Quickly saving half her earnings and setting it aside before she forgot, she logged into her MSG account and got her usual. Floor seats, next to the home bench, in the corner. Best seats in the house. Matty still looking like someone had spilled hot soup on him, Nora decides to cheer him up a bit. She has a single connection at the garden and knows that Matty has always wanted to go in through the VIP entrance, not the performers one or the general admission lines. 5 hours until tip off, plenty of time to text Marco and see what strings he could pull.

“Baby, I’m gonna shower….” she says over her shoulder while walking to their en suite bathroom.

At that, Matty’s mood is totally turned around and the man is falling over himself to get to her before she shuts the door. “Right behind you, gorgeous!”

— 2 hours later —

In her Brunson jersey and a pair of Matty’s baggy jeans, she steps out of their bedroom. Taking a last look at her makeup, she applies a final coat of mascara and a swoosh of blush. Checking her teeth for lipstick and deciding she is ok, she waits for Matty.

In his Randle jersey she bought for him last year and sweatpants, he steps out. Fixing his hair and spraying on the cologne Nora loves. Lavender, mint and a little hint of smoke fills the air around him. She inhales and sighs, relaxing at just his scent.

“Ready to go, Handsome?” She asks, grabbing their house keys, her wallet and phone from the tray at the door.

“I guess, do you want me to drive?”

“Sure.” They walk down to the parking deck hand in hand, her body buzzing like a live wire with anticipation of tip off.

She gets a text from Marco, “All set, Boss. Just wave your ID when you get there and I’ll walk you guys in.” She sends back the little smile emoji.

New York was surprisingly pretty empty tonight, everyone must be home watching she thinks. Matty pulls up the artists entrance without issue.

“Keep going, we are going a different way.” She instructs, pointing towards the next entrance by the corner - more secluded and less opportunity for paparazzi to get their picture.

“What have you done now, Gorgeous?”

“Me? Oh nothing, just nothing at all!” She can’t even look him in the eye, he’d know whats going on right away.

He pulls into the private area and shows security his and Nora’s ID, both having to provide birth date confirmation.

“April the 8th, 1989”

“June 16th, 1992”

They get the okay to enter, see Marco and they’re escorted up to the floor seats. Matty looking like a child seeing Disney for the first time. This entrance has a full bar, private club and even a small portrait gallery of all the celebrities who have been to the garden over the decades.

Tip off and the first quarter happens before Matty can even process everything. Nora however is on her feet, yelling and berating the Knicks bench to get a move on and “pass the damn ball!” He laughs, how could someone so sweet and unassuming as her be the person in front of him - geminis man! He shakes his head lightly.

Half time is a blur and before they can even scarf down their hot dogs and fries, it is the 4th quarter. Knicks are up by 5 with 6 minutes left. Matty and Nora now both being the most obnoxious ridiculous sports fans in the building, yelling and high-fiving people around them whenever another point is scored. Nora can’t believe the sight before her, thee Matty Healy yelling at RJ Barrett to get his shit together while his mouth is full of concession stand food and cracker jack. She has never loved him more, she thinks.

4 minutes left, tie game. They are fuming. Nora is practically in a trance watching the game, refusing to acknowledge anyone around her. Matty not even paying attention to the score, just fully enjoying seeing her so worked up over a silly basketball game.

He then gets an idea….

“Hey Sunflower… I’m a little thirsty. Do you mind grabbing me a Fanta?” He yells in her direction, eyes still glued to the game.

“What? Now? Theres not even 5 minutes left, Handsome, this’ll be over any second!” She promises, trying to appease him and get him to just be patient.

“Yeah, I want one before they close - for the ride home ya know? My throat feels like razors from all the salty food you Americans eat!”

“Oh for fucks sake, Matty! Fine, I’ll go!” Running up the stairs as quick as she can and bolting to the concession stand closest to her spot.

“One Fanta, ASAP pronto hurry!” She rushes out to the poor teenager working. Eyes watching the monitor above him.

Randle hits a 3, the Knicks up again!

She rejoices, still waiting impatiently for the damn soda. I mean my god how long does it take to hold a squirt gun to a cup!!

“That’ll be $2.75 ma’am…” the teenager turns back around to her holding the precious soda. She throws a $5 at the kid and sprints back to Matty.

“Here you go, honey!” She shoves it towards him. He takes one sip, looks at her and says one of the most enraging things she has ever heard…

“It’s Diet! Who orders a diet Fanta, this is vile holy shit!” He proclaims.

Smoke comes out of her ears. She grabs the cup roughly and marches back to the kid.

“Fucking diet Fanta, you moron! Who would want a diet Fanta!!” The poor kid looks at her and shrugs, grabbing another cup and different squirt gun filling the vessel with soda at a snail’s pace.

Nora checks the monitor again. 1 minute left. Tied. Brunson steals, goes towards the basket and just as he scores, the kid hands her the new soda. Forgetting to pay she turns to the seats and out rushes the crowd hooting and hollering. Defeated, she her shoulders and head drop. She sees Matty emerge, hands him the soda and they go back to the car in complete, deafening silence.

Trying to get back into her good graces, he pulls out a stuffed Knicks bear from behind him. It is adorable, impossibly cute. Softening, Nora wipes a tear inching down her cheek at his thoughtfulness and wraps her arms around his neck. Holding him tightly to her and never wanting to let go.

“Congratulations on the sale again, baby. Tomorrow we celebrate for real… fancy dinner, shopping, art museum the whole nine yards. Pulling out all the stops for you, my little artiste!” He says into her ear, voice dripping in pride.

She kisses his cheek in agreement and thanks, settling back in her seat with a rosy flush to her cheeks. Holding onto the bear, she doesn’t imagine another place where she’d rather be than with Matty celebrating.

#drew’s writing :)#matty x nora #matty healy fluff #god i love nora #im sleep deprived so excuse any typos #the 1975 #matty healy #Spotify #babys first 2K!#longest one yet :)#really proud of how this turned out #the song screams NYC and nora to me #like idk something about it is just perfect #an encounter

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tangibletechnomancy · 1 year

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We need to retire the "having a robot do it" argument when it comes to resisting the unethical use of AI.

Behind every AI-generated piece, be it text or visual, there is a human being. Sure enough, sometimes that human is a dickhead - sometimes it's some Silicon Valley techbro demoing an unfinished, underregulated product in the hopes of running to the bank before the buyers realize what's up, or sometimes it's a greedy opportunist trying to muscle in on a commission economy despite having less than zero respect for the community that built it. But sometimes - most of the time, in the hobbyist sphere - it's someone acting in perfectly good faith. Sometimes it's a severely disabled person who, at best, is capable of painting conventionally...in the same sense that you're capable of holding your hand in an open flame, trying to express themself in a way they've never been able to before. Sometimes it's someone with a severe learning disability or brain injury, who needs outside help to put their ideas into words other people will understand. Sometimes it's a non-native English speaker who needs the same assistance, because their alternative for their more complex ideas is Google Translate. Sometimes it's someone who's trying to express something through or about the process. Sometimes it's someone who just finds the process satisfying, or who wants to get a good quality image of their OC before commissioning other conventional artists to avoid some horrible mutually frustrating back-and-forth about details.

And in some of the most abusive cases, sometimes it's a criminally underpaid guy in a sweatshop-like cubicle farm who REALLY doesn't benefit from having their presence erased. "They gave my job to an AI", in this case, is literally "they gave my job to some dirty brown illegal" with one degree of abstraction.

So let's hang that up and focus on the real problem - the CEOs seeking crappy cheap automated EVERYTHING, and the lack of internet privacy laws.

#not art #i know ive basically just said the same thing in different phrasing three times but it's BUGGING me okay

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newriverartist · 2 years

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Not a Nose Job

Rock Garden Original 42″ x 30″ Oil painting $2770 https://manage.wix.com/dashboard/4ec45240-3212-4bfa-b08b-494f840c9148/store/categories/list/category/5a065592-2f30-0fb4-35cb-46407c15279b/product/4fc6d36a-d320-21da-409b-3d1f51f49cf7 I can’t seem to get rid of the below link from last time. Probably my…

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#abstract painting demos #flower garden paintings #Kendall Kessler Art #pawleys island paintings #Towhee Hill Studio Art

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cheminhsiao · 1 year

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The abstract beauty of "Vessel" by Thomas Heatherwick, and "520 West 28th" by Zaha Hadid. Demo painted onsite for my students.

#drawing #painting #watercolor #life #moment #vessel #zaha hadid #architecture #abstract

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lgcsejun · 2 years

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hi hi legacy, it’s lucas (aka hayun’s mun) bringing you my second muse, na sejun! i’m actually writing this in advance so, i’m definitely a little more prepared this time but plots will pretty much be on a plotted basis because i’m bad at coming up with ideas, lmao. i’ll have some more info about him under the cut, and as always if you’d like to plot with us, please give this a like and i’ll come to you!

sejun was born and raised in seoul to a wealthy successful lawyer and ex model/actress. all of his siblings are doctors and lawyers, relatively smart and studious, which set a precedent for the family and put a lot of pressure on sejun to follow in their footsteps.

before joining legacy, he did his two years military duty which caused his anxiety that had been pretty dormant, or at least a lot more tolerable, to act up and has been struggling ever since then. ( tw / alcohol ) he’s been heavily drinking and smoking since his discharge to cope. he’s pretty high functioning though, so you’d never know he had been drinking unless you spend every waking moment with him. ( tw end )

he now goes to university, majoring in environmental studies and is on track to be a lawyer. (he plans to drop out very soon because his grades are suffering while all his time and dedication goes to being a trainee.)

sejun’s parents have no idea that he’s failing school or that he’s a trainee at legacy. (plot twist, they would support him with whatever but he firmly believes that he is the black sheep of the family and will be a disgrace if he does anything besides law or medical.)

sejun’s super into making music, he’s both good at producing and writing songs and song lyrics. he spends most of his time making demos and writing lyrics/poetry in his journal.

he’s also a really talented artist and does a lot of semi realistic sketches and drawings, and also dabbles in abstract/realist oil paintings.

he also cannot dance for shit, basically has two left feet and struggles a lot in dances classes, which is why he’s questioning if he wants to become an idol or not.

sejun’s personality is extremely brooding, he spends a lot of his time alone with his thoughts and is really good at avoiding situations that make him sad and anxious. he’s terrible at confronting anything and is a certified people pleaser.

generally though, he’s very social and good at making friends, he just doesn’t well talking in large groups and can be a wallflower until you get to know him. but he can also be pretty out going in the right context (usually when he’s incapacitated, which is a lot of the time.) he’s witty, kind of a brat, and a lot self deprecating.

as for plot, he needs people to spot him for the trainee mission but is open for any other type or relationship (ex, friends, enemies, etc.)

#( * intro )#i will respond to welcomes tonight!

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