#Best Inversion Table

[comicaurora]

Hey Red, I'm trying to build a better understanding of mathematics, because to my mind math has always been a collection of arcane sigils that I had to memorize to pass tests in school. I must know how these sigils came to be and why they mean what they mean. Are there any resources you recommend I use in my pursuit of these secrets? Please and Thank You 🙏

It's good you described math as something you "build," because I think that's the best analogy possible.

Mathematics, in its purest form, involves no memorization. Math is the process of taking a very small number of established truths and defined operations that preserve truth, and using those operations on your established truths to expand your space of known truths. As long as you start from a point of truth and only use operations that preserve truth, you will derive truths. If you understand the base principles from which a branch of math is constructed, you can rederive it from first principles. Memorization is easier, but you can rederive it.

For instance, we can start with two things, the number "1" and the operation "+". 1 means "a single thing" and + means "put them together." If those two concepts exist, then we also have 2, 3, 4, and every other positive integer, because we can derive them by using + on as many 1s as we want. If we drop a rock on an empty patch of ground, and then drop a rock on that same patch of ground, that patch of ground now has two rocks on it.

If we include within the definition of "+" that there exists an identity value 0, and every value has an inverse that when added to it produces zero, we also get 0 and all the negative integers, producing the group of integers. Every integer can be expressed using nothing but the number 1, the + operation, and its inverse - if we're feeling spicy.

If we decide to add another truth-preserving operation, "*", with identity value 1 and the same kind of inverse property that "+" has, we rederive every rational number. Every number in this field of rational numbers can be described as a combination of 0s and 1s using only + and * and their inverses; truthful objects combined in truth-preserving operations. We started from the truth and we used it as our only building material to create something equally truthful.

We can memorize a multiplication table, but multiplication is just iterated addition. If we forget, we can just do the addition again.

Algebra is a simple rearrangement of a simple beginning math problem by way of other truth-preserving operations. When you're starting out, you might expect to see something like

3 + 5 = ?

Algebra starts when we replace "?" with a placeholder, "x". This is just a change of terminology. It preserves truth.

3 + 5 = x

This isn't what most algebra problems look like, though. Most basic algebra problems look more like

3x + 7 = 31

But these two formulae are the same, because we can turn one into the other through operations that preserve truth.

3x + 7 = 31 -> subtracting the same value from both sides of the equation is an operation that preserves truth. We subtract 7 from both sides, getting

3x = 24 -> dividing both sides of the equation by the same value is also an operation that preserves truth. We divide both sides by 3, getting

x = 8 -> addition is associative, so we can break 8 up however we want if we do

x = 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = (1 + 1 + 1) + (1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1) = 3 + 5

Solving an algebra problem is the process of breaking down the things that make it complicated using the truth-preserving operations that defeat them. Added values can be subtracted. Multiples can be divided. Exponents can be root'd.

We understand what it means to put a placeholder in a math problem. We realize, by the same token, we can put in more than one placeholder, if we want. This gives us problems that don't have single numerical solutions, but spaces of solutions. Consider

2*x = ?

We do what we did before, replacing that "?" with something that means the same thing. We use a different letter to avoid confusion.

2*x = y

Now we have multivariable algebra. Instead of getting hard numbers for both variables, we have pairs of numbers. If we pick an x, we get a y. If we pick a y, we get an x. The relationship between the values is clearly defined; x will always be y/2. If x is 3, y is 6. If x is -1.8, y is -3.6.

Now for the sake of convenience, we create shorthand - another change of terminology that preserves truth. We come up with a term that describes this relationship between x and y. We decide to call y a "function."

y = f(x) = 2*x

A function is what we're calling one half of an equation; what goes on the other side of the equals sign. It's just a rename, like when we turned ? into x. It preserves truth.

The trick at this stage is that every element of this seeming increasingly complexity is actually an attempt to make the process simpler as we handle more and more things. We don't technically need any numbers other than 0 and 1 if we're just dealing with rational numbers. We could write 378/5 with nothing but 1s and +, -, * and /, but by god we wouldn't want to. We could write [x^3 + 2x + 5] as ?*?*? + ? + ? + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 and it would mean the same thing. The shorthand and symbols get dizzying if you lose track of what they mean, but when you remember what they mean, you understand why you need them.

Any piece of mathematical shorthand basically means "for this thing we're talking about, this set of things is known to be true." We can rederive those things if we need to, but the shorthand is there to help us avoid doing it unnecessarily. We call the integers a group because that means it has an associative operation that is invertible and has an identity element that, when used in the operation, leaves the operated-on value unchanged. We don't want to write that out every time we use + or remember what 0 means, but we can if we have to.

Calculus is where most people think math turns into wizardry, but derivatives and integrals are just another pair of inverse functions like + and - or * and /, and the building block of this branch of math is the derivative. Any formula for a derivative can, in a pinch, be rederived by calculating the difference quotient (f[x+h]-f[x])/h as h approaches 0. If f(x)=x^2, we may memorize that its derivative f'(x)=2x, or we may calculate

[f(x+h) - f(x)]/h =

([x+h]^2 - x^2)/h =

(x^2 + 2xh + h^2 - x^2)/h =

(2xh + h^2)/h = 2x + h

And the limit of this as h->0 is 2x.

Everything in math can be broken down to first principles. Everything. Sometimes it's very hard to figure out what tool you need to break it down to its next stage of simplification, but it was built from first principles and it can be broken down the same way. If it isn't making sense, break it down with truth-preserving methods until it does - even if you have to go all the way back to zeroes and ones.

#asks #not aurora

[beadfold84]

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[carionto]

C'mon, Really? Look, Just, Let Me Help You!

Humans: We need to have a talk about your secret war plans against us.

Aliens: W-what? No, that's not it, how-

H: Our intelligence operative are very good. Don't pretend these [throws folder on the table that scatters hundreds of pages of classified documents all over] aren't yours.

A: F-Fine! Yes! We made plans about how we should fight you if we ever got into a war. We admit it! What do you want?

H: Huh? No, what I'm trying to say is, why do your plans suck?

A: Err... what?

H: Yeah, compared to our plans and war games, you don't seem to utilize all the advantages you have against us. There's not as much coordination and specialization of forces as we expect in our simulations. What gives?

A: You've lost me.

H: Look, every civilization should run military simulations against EVERY existing party, not just the ones you're natural competitors, or ones you see as antagonistic. Hell, while we were "vanished" our military literally had nothing else to do and spent a solid 200 years making up every kind of scenario against every single potential power we might end up encountering once we "reappeared".

Honestly, there are so many things we are shocked about once we got our hands on your plans, I legitimately don't know where is the best place to begin.

Okay, for starters, why don't any of your plans include making use of our superior technology? It would work, we tested it as well. We built a scale model of one of your capital ships, plopped one of our fusion reactors in and BAM, shields and weapons instantly became on par with our Destroyers, and could even do some serious damage to our Dreadnoughts (for a few seconds before our counterattack vaporizes it, but that's besides the point), so we know your technology is fully capable of handling us.

A: For the millionth time, we are not using unstable power sources that could totally blow us up at any point!

H: It is safe! Those things only have a 0.002 percent chance to fail, and a one in six hundred thousand chance of THAT resulting in an explosion. We've only had twelve incidents the entire time we've been using them.

A: No.

H: Well you ain't winning a war against us with that attitude.

But anyway, one other thing your plans never do is blow up Earth and irradiate the shipyard orbits, what gives?

A: That's an abominable crime against, well, EVERYTHING!

H: Weak. But okay. One other thing though, and this one is just baffling, your deployments and gathering locations are always in the most obvious and convenient places. Those are, no joke, where we would place recon units and prepare ambushes the moment we even got a hint of a whiff of hostility from you. How come you never seem to account for us expecting you to do the obvious and pre-emptively counter that. And inversely, you never expect us to not be in the logical places where we should be.

A: I think my head is spinning from that. What?

H: Reverse psychology? Predictive behavior, or whatever it's called, not a psychologist. If you want to win against your enemy, you have to think like your enemy first.

You look dizzy. I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll guide you through this. Think of it as homework. After we have a more thorough meeting on this subject, we'll wait and let you figure things out back in your secret HQ's. But, if the plans we acquire later still won't account for the things we discussed, we'll be very disappointed.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #carionto #humanity fuck yeah

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 18: CUMDUMP Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ day 18 cumdump with byakuya or shunsui? 👀 just being used as their personal stress relief toy 😩💚 tw: mdni. stablished relationship. pretty cute and romantic. stress relief. cumdump duh. oral (I am convinced Byakuya has one of the best oral skills in all seireitei) wc: 1.2K 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I won’t let a man use my body for free, nor be his cumdump for that matter” that’s what you always said until you met him.

Is not easy to be a captain from the Gotei 13, nor a noble where every responsibility relays on your back. He has to be serious all the time, or at least that was what they made him to believe. He has to fulfil the duties of the Kuchiki clan head skilfully and honourably, and some days there are people who won’t cooperate with him to do so.

During those days, in which stress is too high and he can barely stand not using Senbonzakura to slide some heads off, he comes back home with a single idea in mind: fuck her, as much as he pleases. And fill her up so much she can barely walk without messing the floor with his own seed.

“(Name), I’m home” he announces, taking his kenseikan off. That can only mean one thing; since wearing it represents the noble and taciturn aspect of himself, the moment the Kuchiki take them out they are allowed to be free…

Really free…

You run to him, happily knowing he is home. “Byakuya-sama you are ho….-“ you chime, stopping on your feet, watching his silky hair fall freely over his shoulders with no silver garnishment holding it up.

Byakuya smirks, a little slight curve that garnishes the right corner of his lips. You know this man has enough energy to last all night, and exactly the inverse amount of patience.

You widen your eyes, and blink quickly after. Mentally preparing yourself from what’s about to come, you begin to run through the hall of the Kuchiki manor.

“Hell no, come here” he murmurs, running after you. He could use flash step, but he won’t. Byakuya has slowly learned to have fun, to smile and play whenever he is alone with you. Because you have become his safe place, no matter what.

“No, oh lord no!” you cry, laughing as he finally catches you by your waist. “My guts! Have mercy on me, Kuchiki-sama!” you joke, while he moves your hair aside to bite -with anything but delicacy- your neck.

Byakuya pushes you to the bed; the big mattress in which both sleep every night. He is a man of few words, but those aren’t needed… you can read his eyes better than anyone else.

He leaves Senbonzakura over the bedside table, and then proceeds to take his haori off. He might be horny and hard, but his Zanpakuto and Captain distinctive deserves utmost respect anytime.  

Once the two of his most important belongings are safely resting aside, Byakuya loosens up the white himo to take the black kosode off and then the white shitagi. All of that ends up on the floor, he has so many pairs he doesn’t care.

His beautiful pure white skin shines before your eyes, the prominent collar bones you love, the tight skin of his stomach, the toned arms, everything, absolutely everything from him.

“Byakuya-sama…” you purr, even if you wish you didn’t speak you can’t help it.

“Mh??” he asks, while softly slapping your knees to spread your legs. You are -conveniently- wearing the fine silk nightgown he bought you with an equally fine lingerie underneath.

He comes in between your legs, extending his hands to you. You are the only one allowed to take his mitt gloves off. And you do, with utmost care, leaving them right next to you like sacred pieces of him.

“Very well, now let’s take this off… shall we?” he utters, as his mandible muscles tenses and his fingers skillfully peel the thong off your body.

With the lace strap still hanging from one of your ankles, he lifts your legs up. He couldn’t wait when he saw your juicy temptation. A fruit he is willing to try and delightfully eat out.

Your shins rest on his shoulders, his right hand on the small of your back to push you even high. His mouth reaches your core so perfectly, tasting the first drops of his favourite elixir.

You contort as the tip of Byakuya’s tongue reaches for your entrance. He devours you, drinking every little hint of femininity melting off you.

With a delicate hand, he presses down your lower belly, making your muscles to spasm harder and the pleasure higher.

Your nails carve marks on the silk sheets, gripping tightly to them with your head thrown back and an expression of pure bliss in your face. The sweet little whimpers abandoning your lips, motivate your long-haired lover to keep going, until he can easily break you in a thousand parts.

“You are so, always, absolutely… delicious…” Byakuya grunts, with his lips still muffled by your anatomy. Your eyes fix on his deep cerulean ones, and there is no need to tell him how much you want him inside you right now…

He immediately puts you down, dominantly, fast, desperately. His hakama feels tight around his crotch, he is about to burst, and it is almost painful to keep on waiting.

You hang there for him to finally untie the front and back himo. And as he does, the black fabrics fall to reveal his erection.

Hungry, like a beast, he is preparing to attack. That delicate, serious noble façade is left aside the moment his hair falls freely and there is no one else but you looking at him.

His nudity, a work of art that is meant to be praised, tops you. There aren’t many words that can express what you feel inside your own inner world. How every skyscraper crumble and turn to dust, how the walls built around fall to let him take over… for his soul to bound and extent it to vast fields of sakura flowers.

Byakuya pants in desire before impaling you with hard delight, his back goes up and down, his sharp sight disarms you, his pale lips slightly separate, and his straight hair frame his angelical face.

You receive him deep inside, pushing even further and curling your back. A mute moan escapes your mouth as you lose the power to speak and the ability to breathe. Nails that were grasping on the sheets are now being carved on his back, and your muffled pants are being inhaled by Byakuya’s mouth.

He has no mercy, just as when he fights, with his hips’ thrusts. It makes the muscles of your inner thighs to spasm, to tremble.

And soon, in between kisses and the sound of wet slaps of your skins, climax reaches for you and him. Like a hurricane, like a summer storm… impetuous, strong and unstoppable.

You bite his lower lip, pulling and smirking as you whine, expecting your womb to be filled by his sweet warm milk.

Byakuya sighs louder and smiles while looking you right in the eye. “Are you ready my sweet beautiful cum dump?” he growls.

“Y-yes… fill me so up to the brim, Byakuya-sama~” “As you wish…”

You aren’t sure if it’s on the genes or it is because he is strong, but that night, there were more than three times in which he was able to release mostly all his stress. And oh, love… you felt like bursting happy to be the official cum dump wife of the Kuchiki clan head ~

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[foursaints]

what do you think regulus' relationship with all the skittles is like. ik he and barty are the secret thurd thing but i am extremely curious about his interactions with the twins. do he and pandora exchange resigned looks whenever rosekiller is being their Very peculiar brand of Rosekiller? and also evan and regulus. ?? i always imagined regulus (if he met the twins in his childhood) as slightly protective of them in a older sibling type of way. i think that might be from my own need to protect my friends (especially as a child). like i used to be desperate to show someone love the way my sister showed me. so yeah im absolutely bestowed with your regulus and i do wonder if you have headcanons abt his interactions with the other skittles<333

i was discussing this ask with @fernhelm socratic-seminar style and ive compiled the results for you...

regulus is a fundamentally selfish person but he's selfish on behalf of the skittles. he's folded them into his life & his care, and part of that is finding excuses for every ugly thing they could possibly do. in his eyes they (the twins, barty) fundamentally just deserve to do whatever they need to

fern said thesis of the skittles is this terry pratchett quote: "All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine! I have a duty!"

pandora is his best friend. he is capable of understanding her in a way that he doesn't understand the rest of them. if regulus is something cold hiding something warm, she's the inverse. part of their mutual understanding is the fact that they ultimately ended up on the same side in the war.

regulus only understands evan through pandora. they're close but not super close to me!! pandora is a warmer, brighter, more expansive version of evan & that is more accessible to reg... i think regulus fronts like he's cold & unfeeling but evan actually Is That and that fact is alienating

anything i could say about barty and regulus's friendship warrants its own post but genuinely to me they have a greg & rodrick heffley type dynamic and i stand by that

i see the skittles relationship as quiet & abiding. they are all using the friendship to self-soothe in their own ways and it makes it codependent but in a gentle sense... layers of caretaking. the weird kids who eat lunch on the picnic bench and don't seem to talk much but are never seen apart. they don't banter loudly like the marauders but they're all holding hands under the table

#a #t #I actually have more to say but this is getting out of hand 😭 #if you wanted to send another ask i would elaborate perhaps #THE WAY ROSEKILLER GETTING TOGETHER WOULD HIT THAT FRIENDGROUP LIKE 9/11

[adobe-outdesign]

Thoughts on the slaking line? I think they're pretty slept on (heheh)

(I have plenty of Neopet review requests in the inbox but this is the last Pokemon request, so send 'em if you got 'em)

Slakoth is basically just a two-toed sloth, but it is a pretty cute two-toed sloth, sporting a lazy expression complete with cat smile, messy fur, and a few markings to break up the body a bit. There are a few pink accents to prevent the entire thing being brown, such as on the stomach and butt. Not a whole lot else to it at this stage, but it's cute and is fine as a jumping off point for the evos to build on.

Vigoroth is really fun; taking an animal known for barely moving and making it both pissed off and so filled with energy that it becomes stressed if it doesn't move. It's also good from a visual standpoint; it replaces Slakoth's brown with a white base and adds some red accents to make things pop

My only issue with Vigoroth is that there's something kind of weird about the face that's hard to place but still bugs me regardless. It might just be the perfectly circular clown nose it has going on, or the overall mouth shape, or maybe it's not the face at all so much as the lack of neck, but regardless something just feels off in that area.

Also, Vigoroth is a bit weird in the context of the line. It gains a white-and-red palette and inverses the idea of a sloth by becoming energetic... then goes right back to Slakoth's original colors and being lazy. It honestly feels like you could've cut Vigoroth entirely and not lost anything; except Vigoroth's the most interesting of the line. Maybe if it had been retooled into a split evo or something?

Speaking of Slaking, I do kind of like the shift from sloth to ape, which doesn't make any sense from a logical perspective but just feels right. The sheer bulk of this thing and the pose really get across that this is a Pokemon that can wreck you... if it ever bothers to get up, which like, mood.

The muted colors are perfectly nice, even if I do miss the nice pop of red that Vigoroth brought to the table. My only nitpick is that the line in the middle of the forehead feels pretty random and probably could've been dropped entirely; otherwise, it's pretty good, even if I would've preferred it follow the direction of Vigoroth a bit more.

Also, side note, this is one of the best sprites in Pokemon.

Anyway, overall, a fine line. My only real issue with it is that Vigoroth feels kind of out of place, like it was going off in a completely different direction that was immediantly lost.

#slakoth #vigoroth #slaking #pokemon #pokemon reviews

[mercilesstickler]

Some useful (and fun) links to bondage / tickling furniture & accessories

I've been thinking about what sort of things would be nice to provide to my followers, being that we all think about tickling 24/7. Just for fun, I thought I would provide a few links to what look, to me anyway, to be some useful sites and products for setting the stage for that perfect tickling session.

I'll be adding to this randomly over time. Enjoy.

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Some intriguing etsy items... https://www.etsy.com/search?q=tickling+stocks https://www.etsy.com/search?q=tickling+chair https://www.etsy.com/market/restraint_bench

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hiya star!!! Happy 100 umm

“Louder. Let them hear you.” With Jake okay bye

Hi Pike! Thanks for this ask, Lovely! It kind of ran away from me, and is way longer than I expected. But, I hope you like it!

Complete Mess (You Make Me)

It wasn’t often that Miramar had two squadrons operating out of Naval Air Station North Island. After all, NAS NI already had the Dagger Squadron permanently stationed on the premises. But sometimes, a mission came up that required two squadrons. Twenty-four of the Navy’s best on one tiny air station already stuffed to capacity with ego and testosterone. It’s a nostalgia trip for most of your squadron, yourself included. It’s been four years since you’d graduated from Top Gun and you are wholeheartedly looking forward to running amok in San Diego with your squadron in tow. 

Of course you hadn’t expected to see some old friends when you walked into the Hard Deck. Fanboy, Bob, Rooster and Phoenix, you adored. It was great to see them all again and to introduce them to your own squadron. It was Jake Seresin, or Hangman you couldn’t stand. He’d been in your Top Gun class and every day had been an endless competition between the two of you. He’d cut into you with every word he spoke and you’d returned fire just as readily. It had gotten so bad that at one point in time, Cyclone and Warlock had forcibly separated  the two of you. You’d been forbidden from flying with him, but there was only so much they could do when the two of you were flip-flopping in and out of the number one spot. And now, so help you, you need to somehow work with him for this mission.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Starling!” He’s smirking when you walk up to the pool table with Fanboy’s arm around your shoulder. “Are you living up to your birdie flying name yet?”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t ole Hangy!” You lean over the pool table and nab the eight ball just as he tries to hit it, tossing it idly from hand to hand. “What’s up, old man? Leave anyone hanging? Or are you still letting your juniors get the better of you?”

You don’t even try to hide your smug smile as he fumes at you. The rest of the night, you happily avoid Hangman as much as humanly possible, smirking in his direction only to see him squirm as you dance with Rooster a bit later.

That one set of interactions sets the tone for the rest of the training for the mission. It’s like being back at Top Gun the first time all over again. Except this time, it’s worse. The chip on your shoulder is bigger than ever and he seems to get under your skin more than ever too. It’s just pure luck now that the two of you can run the training course blindfolded when you’re paired up. So even if you’d like to avoid him, you can’t. It doesn’t help either that he’s so damned hot now that you can see past his ego. You’ve woken up more than once in the middle of the night dreaming of his hands on your skin and his smart mouth occupied by other things. 

But your mouth is just as smart as his, and you shouldn’t have said what you did in the heat of the moment. The two of you had been walking back to the pilot’s ready room while discussing your latest run. He’d been on you since the two of you had landed about your prowess, or lack thereof on one of the maneuvers Admiral Mitchell had the combined twenty-four aviators practicing today. 

“Starling, you have to move faster! When we hit the inversion at the top of the course, you have to drop down and pop the first missile immediately! If you wait any later, you’re going to miss the shot every time!” He’d actually been pretty nice when he’d said that.

“I know, Bagman!” Your frustration at yourself was at an all time high as you spat the words out. “I just can’t get the targeting to stabilize when I level out.”

He’d been smarmy as he replied, “Oh, baby. You just need to get fucked, then everything will level right out.”

That nearly innocent comment, though you’ve heard it before, sets you off. You poke your finger into his chest as you spit, “I’m not your baby, Seresin. And honestly you’d be the last man I want to get fucked by. Isn’t that what your ex-fiance said that night in the Hard Deck when she dumped your ass for your brother’s? What makes you think that you’d be good enough for a fellow pilot when you couldn’t even keep someone your equal in intelligence?”

You’re not expecting to hear the entirety of both your squadrons fall silent as they’re chatting in the background. You’re also not expecting to see Jake’s face blanch before a blush sets high in his cheeks. He surges forward, placing his hands on your shoulders as he herds you towards the nearest wall. The thud of your head smashing against one of the many pictures on the wall is loud in the silence. As your ears ring from the impact, you can hear the whispering from the others as they stare at you in shock. You can also see the pain swimming in Hangman’s eyes as he stares down at you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Starling?” His voice is a growl as he glares at you. “My observations up in the air were right and you know it! You don’t have to bring up something that happened four years ago because you don’t like that I’m trying to keep your ass alive when we get sent up there every time.” His voice is a dry chuckle as he pulls his hands away from where they’d been wrinkling your flight suit. “Yeah, y’all heard right. The womanizer Hangman. He got left in favor of his own fucking brother. I’m a terrible human being. I’m unlovable. There’s a reason why I stick around for a good time, not a long time.”

You’re futilely reaching for him when he whirls around and strides out of the room with his shoulders up around his ears. That’s when the full weight of your words hits you. When you step away from the wall, glass pieces tinkle to the floor. You feel terrible, and even more so when you see disappointment on your friend’s faces. Things between Hangman and Rooster have never been smooth, but even he’s looking at you like you fucked up. The worst part is, you know you did. The shadow of your words follows you as you slink out of the room, going in search of Jake. 

He’s pacing in the hallway outside, dragging his hands through his hair as he tries and fails to calm down.

“Umm, Jake?” Your voice is hesitant as you reach for his arm.

“What do you want, Starling?” You’ve never heard him so dejected, so beaten down.

“I need to talk to you.” You’re wringing your hands together when he places his hand on your elbow and pulls you into a nearby supply closet.

“You’ve got me. Now talk.” Your heart aches, hearing the pain in his voice.

“M’sorry, Hang - Jake. I shouldn’t have brought that up. Please, let me make it up to you. I was wrong to throw that in your face. And you were right about our training run.” You can barely see his face in the dim light bulb’s light.

His snort is derisive. “So what? You’re unbelievable, you know that?” His breathing is heavy in the small room. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you, to be friendly the entire time we’ve been training for this mission. And you’ve been a real bitch, you know that? The worst part is, you’re gorgeous, gorgeous and smart and sweet. You’d be perfect for me if you’d just get over whatever it was that you think I did and just give me a chance. But that’s not possible right? I’m just dumb unlovable Hangman to you.”

You can’t help yourself, not anymore, when you surge into his arms and smash your lips to his. His stuttering intake of breath is incredibly sweet as his hands rise up to rest gingerly on your hips. It’s a gentle press of your lips to his for several moments before you pull away.

“I was wrong, Jake. So wrong. Give me that chance? Please? You’re under my skin. So far, I don’t know where it even started. Let me prove that you’re worth loving?” You can see his lips part before he dips down to kiss you carefully again. This time, you taste the coffee on his tongue, as well as something intoxicating, something Jake that you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of. It’s not long at all before you’re panting against his mouth as his hands divest you of your flight suit. It’s wet and filthy as he presses you up against one of the walls, facing it, and tugs your panties to the side.

“D’you want this, sweetheart?” His voice is tense, and your combined ragged breathing fills the small space as you try to think of the words. His blunt, calloused long fingers are teasing your sopping cunt with each word, before he tugs the cups of your bra down. The first touch of his hands on your skin has you finally gasping your response.

“Yes, Jake. Please! I want you. I want you so badly. M’on birth control. Please.” His answering groan as he presses a kiss against the side of your neck is paired with his cock pressing gently into your waiting heat. Inch by inch, he presses into you, the stretch of his length as he splits you open sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. Your mouth is spread in a silent scream when he finally bottoms out in you.

“Y’good, baby doll?” His voice is a barely contained hiss in your ear as he pulls you close, his hands trailing soothingly along your sides. 

“M’good, so good.” You’re nearly delirious already, strung out on the feeling of his thick length buried deep in you. His answer is to begin to piston his hips. Each thrust sends electricity through your veins as you’re squished between the wall and his muscular body. You’ve got your hand over your mouth, muffling the strung out squeals he’s wringing out of your mouth as he plows into you. You’re going to feel him on you for days. 

“Louder. Let them hear you. Y’feel so good for me, gorgeous. Gonna make you feel so good. We gotta prove you’re mine.” His words send even more arousal dripping through your veins. You can feel the building ache of your orgasm as with each thrust he hits that spot in you that makes you see stars. 

“Jake.” Your voice is a punched out hum as you scrabble to reach for his face. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Gonna cum. Cum with me, darling?”

“Yeah, baby doll. I’m with you.” It’s only a couple more thrusts before you’re sagging in his arms as the aftershocks of pleasure sing through your veins. In the dim light, he carefully drags a paper towel over your tender folds, pressing a kiss against the small of your back. It’s an uncoordinated fumble as he carefully pulls you into his lap after cleaning you up.

“Where do we go from here, baby?” He still sounds so tired. It makes your heart ache. “Tell me what you said was true? That you’re going to prove to me that I’m worth loving? Cause I don’t think I can go back from this. Not now. Not when I know what you feel like when you cum in my arms.”

“Jake,” You nuzzle into his neck, wrapping your arms carefully around his waist. “I meant every word. I’m going to make up for being a bitch. And I’m going to show you that you’re not what she said.” 

You can feel his smile against your lips as he kisses you for your words. It’s a feeling, along with the soreness in your cunt, that sticks with you for the rest of the day, especially when he winks at you when the two of you walk back into the pilot’s ready room a while later. Though you definitely wish you had a polaroid camera to memorialize the face Rooster makes when Jake asks you to dinner after the final hop for the day and you tell him to pick you up at 6 that night. 

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[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Who can keep a secret well? Who can break under pressure and spill?

Kai: Will act very aloof about it, but will keep a secret like an oath (unless it's a secret that's actively hurting the other person, and only then can be persuaded to talk). That being said, if it's not a life-or-death secret, it might slip out when his guard is down, so just be mindful of what you tell him.

Jay: Probably not the first person you should go to. He spills like a cup of water during an earthquake. (He appreciates being trusted with secrets, but the pressure of keeping it gets him worked up and then he can't stop thinking about it and then it slips out in any normal conversation without thinking—)

Cole: Less aloof than Kai about being trusted with a secret, but he ain't no snitch either—regardless of whatever it is, it's not his place to go around telling others, as that's how he feels about his own secrets. It would take a truth tea (or some other strong temptation) to shake any answers out of him.

Zane: Can keep a secret, so long as it doesn't also require him to directly lie to people. Otherwise the only way to get a secret out of him is to hack into him (or threaten those he cares about)

Nya: The best person to go to with a secret; is fully committed to playing dumb when someone tries to pry anything out of her, and can probably turn the tables and wrench a secret out of you instead. Don't try her, man.

Lloyd: Kinda hates secrets given how many are kept from him, but as for him being told them:

"…can you keep a secret?" Nya asks, biting her lip. Lloyd leans against the table, raising an eyebrow. "If I were trusted enough to keep one, yes."

...and when pressured to tell, he's either lying through his teeth, got a backup plan already in the works to make you regret it, or you've threatened him with something he absolutely can't counter (and is sacred shitless of the results)

Jesse: Can and will keep a secret unless he's caught or busted, and then will crack like an egg. Unlike Jay, it's not the pressure that gets to him; it's the constant lying, and the catharsis of telling the truth just gets to be a little too tempting sometimes.

Antonia: Can technically be trusted with a secret, but gets so caught up in trying to scrounge up every detail afterwards that she gets lax on her guard and may or may not wind up saying more than she should.

Harumi: Will keep a secret so long as it has no effect on her; but if there's something she can get out of telling, then you might wanna watch out.

Olivia: Will also keep a secret so long as it suits her, but just the same, she's not exactly the type of person you wanna let slip too many deep dark stories about yourself to. Can easily flip the script of you don't watch your steps.

Miranda: Despite her enthusiasm about being trusted, she keeps her secrets under tight lock and key (especially when it comes to juggling all the ones her brother has, so she's...gotten a lot of practice learning what to say and when). The only time she'll tell is if it's in everyone's best interest.

Pixal: Honestly, probably doesn't give two thoughts about whatever secrets you have, and no real desire to go spreading it around to begin with, so you're probably safe telling her. ...especially because she probably knew before you even did.

Skylor: Tries not to keep too many secrets given her...history...but if you tell her in confidence she will take that to heart (and will probably die before sharing anything without permission)

Sunni: Will eagerly encourage you to tell her your secrets, and while she might let a thing or two slip to Samantha if it's something big, she is otherwise very supportive and committed to keeping your trust.

Harleigh: ...don't tell her anything. One second you're whispering something into her ear, and the next thing you know half the world knows. How'd you think going to her was a good idea?! (Inversely, the only way for her to keep a secret is to, like, blackmail her back. But you wouldn't stoop that low, right...?)

#once again harleigh taking after her dad #info tag #ninjago #legacyverse #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #oc: jesse marvell #antonia sawyer #harumi hutchins #oc: olivia omar #oc: miranda marvell #pixal borg #skylor chen #oc: sunni dayes #oc: harleigh kognito #ninjago headcanons

[mathiwrites]

the justice league's moms' book club's guide to vampire slaying, a martha kent, alfred pennyworth, atlanna & hippolyta fanfic

edit: I was hit by the kudos bot, if ya'll could send a click over to the fic to even out the hits it would help so much! (the stats inversion is stressing me out.)

Chapter 2 - Alfred Pennyworth

Alfred Pennyworth’s mornings start long before the sun rises, on a good day. They also start just after the children have gone to bed. 

He delicately pulls back the covers, turns to the side of the bed and puts on his slippers one foot at a time. The bed will be made, now that it is no longer occupied. He lays out his clothes, each outfit more or less the same for days reserved for the manor. The differences are in the details—the fine pinstripes, a change in the cuffs or a more ornate lapel. It’s the little things that amuse him without changing too much in his routine. The boys bring in enough excitement on their own.

Before dressing, he washes his face and brushes his teeth. A fine tooth comb is run over his moustache to ensure that every stand is in order. He’ll make sure his hair falls in line just as well. Then, his clothes are put on in the exact same order: shirt  and socks, slacks and suspenders, shoes, then waistcoat and lastly, gloves. The uniform represents the home. A well-kept man keeps a neat home; more often than not, Alfred is the first face that welcomes any guest at the manor. 

Ace’s food clinks into his bowl, just half a cup in the morning. The dog stretches from his large, fluffy bed, pink tongue unfurling before padding over to nuzzle Alfred’s palm. Alfred affectionately pets his head, then scratches behind his ear. “Good boy,” he says, by way of greeting him.

Two meals are to be prepared today for lunch. By the time he finishes, entire mini-pies made from scratch, the two boys filter down the stairs. Dick with his overly long hair, due for a cut, but destined to push the chore back as long as he can (or as long as he thinks his girlfriend likes it), and Jason with his bag that is just a touch too big for his little stature. 

“Al, you’re up early.”

“Morning, Alfred!” Jason beams, excited for another day of school. For all the vitriol he had for Batman the day he was found, swinging tire iron and all, he has truly taken to living in the manor. By far, his most favourite part of his new life is school. Alfred has never seen a child apply himself so meticulously and so appreciative of the gifts that were given to him; he didn’t have the opportunity to learn when he was trying to survive, so he makes the best of it. “Morning, Ace!” He adds, already sneaking cereal from his bowl to the happy hound.

“Morning, Master Dick. Master Jason.”

“Bruce still asleep?” Dick asks while plucking the cereal bowls off the counter and setting them on the table. He helps Jason put his lunch in his backpack. “I didn’t hear him come up last night.”

“Likely,” Alfred says, putting out different cereal accoutrements. Jason dives straight into the bananas and squeezes out a drizzle with honey and makes, what he calls, ‘farty-noises’. “Are you ready for your presentation today, Jason?”

“Yeah,” he says, distracted by the food.

“I read it over, it should go great,” Dick grins. The smile that blooms on Dick’s face is as boyish and bright as the first day Bruce brought him home. 

Alfred returns the smile, unable to believe how much Dick has grown in the past couple of years. Now, they have two children in the house. What a dream, what a lovely fantasy—what a wonderful reality. There was a time where Alfred would have never believed Bruce would let go of his anger and allow others into his life. Not too long ago, he had feared that Bruce would turn any children in his path into vicious warriors searching for vengeance. Seeing the two boys before him, he has never been more glad to be wrong.

“Think we can take a fancy car to school today?” Dick wiggles his brows. The rules were clear. If they’re early, their homework is done and going together, Dick can drive any car he’s insured on. Bruce had been kind enough to put his name on at least one sports car. 

“Yeah! Can we?” Jason cheers.

“I should think so. I would prefer it if you drove something with more than two seats.” Alfred fetches the keys to his car. “Enjoy.”

“That’s… not,” Dick grimaces, but it lasts only a fraction of a second before he smiles again. “Thanks, Alfred. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Drive carefully and have a pleasant day at school.”

“Thanks, Al.”

“Bye, Alfred!”

Once the children have gone and their plates are cleaned, Alfred prepares a tray for Bruce with a single cup of coffee and buttered toast. On late nights, he prefers a light breakfast for sustenance. The steps down towards the batcave are long and winding, but Alfred enjoys the exercise. It had been a different story before he installed the anti-slip mats. It was a test of his nerve and his fine muscle control.

He catches his son sleeping over the keyboard of the main console, several screens flashing feeds and information. Bruce still wears the suit, though the cowl has been abandoned somewhere or other. Alfred places the cup of coffee on a weighted warmer for whenever Bruce wakes up. The plate of toast remains covered. He finds a large blanket, its fabric still soft and smelling like rose, bergamot, lychee and cedarwood. He wraps it around Bruce’s shoulders, a gentle show of affection.

Now that all his children have been attended to, Alfred can finally begin the real work. He hangs his waistcoat and replaces it with his striped apron. A feast must be prepared and he is but a man. Alfred adores the challenge.

All his tools are set neatly in front of him, mixing bowls, measuring cups and food scales. He’d made a large bulk of the savoury foods this morning, but now, it’s time for the fun stuff: cupcakes ! It’s a good thing he waited for the boys to leave for school, or he would have had to fight them off. There’s only one left, but he likes his odds against Bruce.

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[shortnotsweet]

all bets are off [2/3]

Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 1], She’s All That (1999)

Aemond Targaryen may be the leading man of Westeros, but Daeron is the man of the hour. His date moves timidly at first, but settles into the steps of a waltz as a swan does to water.

“You’re better than I thought,” he laughs, breathless and pretty. “Better than Jace, at least. He always stepped on my toes.”

“I hope you’d rather dance with me than your brother,” Daeron murmurs into the shell of his ear. “Besides, my mother may not pay attention when it counts, but she made sure we knew how to dance. We’re Targaryens, aren’t we?”

It’s when he swoops down to kiss him—or maybe when Valeryon tilts his head to receive it—that a sudden crash can be heard, followed by horrified—no, delighted—shrieks. Onlookers witness the leading man shoving through the crowd just to get to them. The drink table is overturned on the way; in retrospect, the table was already on its way down, overloaded with spiked punch bowls as it was, and the skirt of Maris Baratheon’s dress snagged on the hinges of the folding leg and helped it capsize once and for all.

Forget Maris, forget the dress, forget the table. No use crying over spilled vodka on a gymnasium floor. This is what matters:

Daeron jumps into action when he hears about the pig because that’s—that’s just fucked. Daeron heard it from Aegon who heard it from Helaena who didn’t hear it from Aemond because he didn’t tell her, but their sister must possess some form of clairvoyance because she always knows about these things. What kind of things?

Denial runs in the family; it’s in their blood. Having lived half a life with both, Daeron can guess which side. He’s the level one, the normal one. He spots the abnormal a mile away.

He sees it in the way their mother openly tosses Rhaenyra’s family holiday cards into the trash without even opening the envelopes, but must privately fish them out later in the evening. He found them all once at the back of her fragrance drawer, stacked chronologically by the year and tucked behind vintage perfume bottles, neatly out of sight.

He supposes Aemond is much the same. Aemond, the older brother he sparsely knows, has many tells. For example: two separate underwear drawers, a jar filled with hard lemon candies he himself doesn’t touch, a journal he once tackled Aegon for opening. With him, things stay out of sight, but never out of mind.

That’s why Daeron doesn’t rat him out when he first hears about the bet. From what Aegon has said, Helaena doesn’t contradict, and Daeron has witnessed, Aemond’s watched Luke for years and wants him in every possible way. Perhaps he is like Alicent, Daeron thinks, who lovingly files away memorabilia to dissect later. Perhaps Aemond will get the right of it in the end.

Then, Daeron catches wind of the blood and sees red. Right or wrong, plotting to seduce the object of your ire over the course of a school year and humiliate him come prom night by dumping him onstage, then dumping a bucket of blood suspended from the ceiling over him is—well. Aegon says it best.

“Pig’s blood? Really, Aemond? You’re like a cartoon supervillain.”

They all know Aemond never would’ve gone through with it. The Baratheon girls, save for one, are vapid creatures. Aemond never needed Maris’s favor to secure an internship with her father, but it was always an excuse. The moment she pointed out Luke—shy, wallflower freshman as he was—Aemond hatched his own plan. They’re Targaryens in name and blood, but they’re Hightowers, too. It’s in their conniving nature.

That summer, Luke should’ve taken one look at Aemond’s outstretched hand and taken off at a sprint. Daeron would’ve taken Luke’s hand himself and dragged him away, had he known.

Luke runs track in the winter and spring and hides himself away in the summer and fall, like an inverse of seasonal depression. Luke is a good runner. He’s skinny, but has strong legs and the instinct for it; the second the starting pistol blows, he jolts like a jackrabbit and covers the two-hundred stretch like it’s nothing. Daeron watches him run from the bleachers because he’s good at it, and because Luke sometimes wears these little shorts that barely cover anything. Aemond watches too, of course, stealing glances during lacrosse practice and nearly letting the ball get away from him. After the infamous breakup—which took place behind the scenes but played out in the aftermath for the entire school to see and speculate on—Aemond is even less subtle about it. A few times he moves to abandon the field, as if to run after Luke like a hound catching a scent. Then he’ll catch sight of Daeron in the bleachers and glower.

(“Who dumped who? It had to be Aemond, right?”

“No, no. Look at him. That’s not the look of someone who escaped a relationship.”

“What are they supposed to look like then?”

“Free, I guess. Liberated. I dunno.”)

Lucerys Valeryon pulls up the driveway in the dead of night. It’s the end of April.

Daeron watches for him out his bedroom window, then hurries downstairs and out the back door when he sees the Beetle convertible emerge, a baby blue blot in the dark. Luke called him beforehand, said he had to drop off Aemond’s things before he got too attached. Borrowed shirts, origami candy wrappers, a roll of photos sheathed in an envelope. A hardcover children’s book. It is a good thing Aemond and the rest of the household is asleep; he’d been in a black mood for weeks and knowing Lucerys was so close again would have him frothing at the mouth. Who knows what he’d be driven to do.

Daeron meets him at the edge of the lawn. Luke takes one look at him—his hair, the color of his eyes—and his expression crumbles. He cries on the curb. Daeron crouches down next to him. You’re my friend. You’re beautiful. You never deserved this, he thinks. Neither does Aemond. He never did.

“I have a suit,” Daeron says instead. And both eyes. “You were excited about it, right? Go with me.”

“Huh?” Luke wipes his face. It’s flushed red and splotchy. He is so lovely. “No, no. You don’t have to keep…” being nice to me, he finishes lamely, mentally. Daeron hears it anyway. Oh, you silly boy. He watched him before this summer, but they’d become true friends by the beginning of fall thanks to Aemond dragging him home every week, much to their mother’s despair and Rhaenyra’s clear delight. It might be one of the best things to ever happen to Daeron, besides his mother finally deciding he can come home. He knows what it’s like, then, that fear. Luke must think that once Aemond is no longer in his orbit, he’ll simply blink out existence like a star burned to a quick. It’s not true. It never was.

“I know. I want to.” Daeron hopes Luke hears his conviction bleeding through, and fears he’ll hear the love there, too. Luke is silent for a moment, turning it over in his mind.

“Okay,” he says wetly, finally. “I’ll go to prom with you. Pick me up at six.”

It’s a month to prom. Aemond’s stuff is packed in a box in the back of the car. It’s a date.

“Thank you for telling me,” Luke mutters against Daeron’s shoulder. “No one else did. They didn’t think I could handle it, I bet, but you—you knew.” A scaly beast that’s lived inside Daeron’s ribcage for longer than he can remember rumbles in agreement.

Luke rests his cheek against his collarbone and Daeron is sure that if he tried, he could hear the staccato of his heartbeat through the skin of his throat.

“Would you have wanted to know? Even if you knew it would make you unhappy?” It was obvious to anyone who knew them that Aemond never would’ve broken up with Luke in the end, not of his own volition. He’d die first.

“Of course.” Luke pulls back, offended. “How else would I—I would’ve never known it wasn’t real.” Daeron almost shakes his head. It was real, alright. Realer than Luke will ever know. But this—this can be real, too. This can be just as good. Better.

“I’m glad, then.” He dips him then, hand creeping down to plant against Luke’s lower back. The speakers continue to warble in the background, but Daeron doesn’t recognize the song; it’s something about moonlight, about fireflies dancing and the silver moon watching on.

“Don’t touch him.”

Ah. Speak of the devil. Daeron’s been touching their nephew all night, but Aemond probably knows that. He’s been watching them out of the corner of his remaining eye, jaw clenched in fury. His poor date—wretched girl she is—stands behind him, clutching at her torn skirt with a mottled expression. She’d scuttled after Aemond, to no avail.

“What are you doing?” Luke asks over Daeron’s shoulder. Everyone is watching. He is not as tall as his brother, but he’s taller than Luke and shifts to angle him away. Aemond, as expected, follows like a dog chasing a tail.

“You’re my boyfriend,” Aemond hisses, wounded, reaching out for Luke’s sleeve, “debasing himself. What are you doing?”

“Was.” Luke jerks away, clinging to Daeron’s arms like he’s a lifeboat at sea. Aemond flinches. “This is my date. I came here because I wanted to.” Luke’s fingers dig into the black fabric of Daeron’s tux. “Leave us alone.” At the mention of us, Aemond’s nostrils flare.

“Didn’t you hear him?” Daeron says blandly. “Leave us alone.” He doesn’t even need to turn to know there’s anguish painted on his face, in the tremor of his lip. You’re losing him, Aemond. One more strike, you’re out.

“How dare you?” Aemond grits out, snagging a fist in Daeron’s lapel instead, to the gasps of the crowd circling around the three of them. “You think you can come back here and help yourself?” You, who was born with nothing, for nothing, shipped away like nothing.

Daeron looks up at Aemond now, at the red rim of his eye and the brokenness behind the pupil. It’s been said that all men demand their pound of flesh. They’re not men, not yet, but Aemond’s been baying for Luke’s blood (and body, mind and soul) for the better of nine years. It’s a three-man play, and the spotlight is sweltering.

Daeron only smiles at the challenge. Maybe it looks sharp. Maybe it looks bloody. Maybe it looks like he has nothing to lose.

(Wrong. He has the audacity, actually. If he plays his cards right, he gets Luke, too.)

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #mini fic #did i say the 80s? i meant the 90s #so basically Aemond seduced Luke on a bet and was planning to Carrie him at prom bc he’s the worst. #ty to everyone who voted in the poll. Daeron gets to be included bc of u #the third n final part will have 2 seperate endings

[mightymizora]

okay so ask/prompt for you (whatever you fancy) ((my cat has inspired this one))

Glim discovering the joys of Tara deciding at 3am that she absolutely has to tell everyone something and she's going to shout about it until they listen

"Mr Dekarios! Mr Dekarios, it is absolutely imperative that you rise this instant!"

"Ow... Tara!"

She's been sat on their bed for at least twenty minutes now, starting with a gentle stroke of her paw on the sides of their faces, graduating to a couple of soft-clawed swipes. As Glim turns, she sees that Tara is sat on Gale's chest, a clawed paw right by his nose and a telltale red mark across his nostril.

"You must wake, and purloin some of those delicious preserved fishes from the pantry, and then you shall retrieve for me Essays of Inverse Novel Enchantments. It's on the second-top shelf and I've tried with limited success to knock it down."

"That would explain the noise, then."

Glim groans and buries her head in the pillow again. Every night this past tenday Tara has been on at them, and it is driving her to despair.

"Can't it wait until the morrow?" Gale asks, his voice slurred with sleep.

"Well, Mr Dekarios, if you are so lacking in curiosity, I suppose it can. However I think it may have the key to solving the issue we were facing around the centrepieces."

There was a silence, for just a moment. And then the unmistakable movement of Gale getting up and Tara's wings flapping as she dashed full-pelt to the door.

"No, come back to bed, don't encourage her."

"But she's right, this may solve our issue! Gods, but she is clever isn't she?"

"Your issue. I don't give a toss about bloody table decorations!"

He stops for just a moment, and she turns her bleary eyes to see him reaching for his nightrobe.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he says with just a slight gleam of annoyance. "When our wedding is talked about for seasons to come, and the best magical minds in the whole of the Sword Coast - no, the whole of Faerun! - when they ask me who is responsible for such wonders, I will make sure they know it was Tara who committed her incredible mind to the endeavour-"

"Fine-"

"And not my brilliant, talented, intelligent wife-"

"Fine, Gale-"

"Who would much rather sleep away her genius."

"Yes. Yes I would. Tell the whole of Toril for all I care. Goodnight. And don't stay up all night, please."

She pulls the sheets above her head and tries her best to hold on to the pull of weariness.

#bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #Tara the ENABLER

[cometrose]

Since you were talking about your thoughts on Zhongli and Azhdaha, how about your thoughts on Zhongli and Guizhong? (Please never stop yapping about Zhongli)

For Zhongli and Guizhong I always kind of imagined them as platonic soulmates. I felt like they were people who complemented each other in every way.

First they have matching hairpins! Then Guizhong has a bubbly, lively and sunny disposition while Zhongli is calm and mellow. However, Guizhong has a cold color scheme, with stars in her sleeves, grays, whites, and deep blue while Zhongli is the opposite with browns, black and gold in his outfits. Guizhong is the moon to Zhongli's sun and their personalities are inverses (you can tell i love sun moon symbolism).

Guizhong is short with billowing sleeves, Zhongli is tall with a slim sleek gown, Guizhong was an inventor the "brains" of the operation while Zhongli was the fighter, and the "brawns" of the team. Guizhong is the one getting into fights while Zhongli has to break them up. Guizhong is always smiling with lots of emotion while Zhongli is straight-faced and impassive.

Considering that it is apparently rare for two distinct gods to have the same dominion I imagine the two of them complemented each other very nicely despite their differences.

Fun fact, in Yujing Terrace you can see glaze lilies and silk flowers. Glaze lily obviously are for Guizhong but silk flowers are used to represented Rex Lapis, so I thought it was kind of cute that you can find these two flowers in the middle of Liyue Harbor.

I envisioned that Zhongli was a lot more stoic and contract-focused when they met, he had very much closed his heart off to others. I don't think it was a full on "beauty and the beast" dynamic but she opened his heart up a not necessarily to care about humanity (because i am positive morax already did) but to make him understand humans on a fundamental level as well as chip away at that stone mask he was always wearing. I believe Guizhong was someone who could share his physical and emotional burden of protecting and ruling a nation of people.

That said it kind of frustrates me when people act like Zhongli and Guizhong didn't care about each other. Like maybe not on this platform but on twitter especially when it comes to shipping, people are like "zhongli and guizhong were just acquaintances" that doesn't make any sense she gave him puzzle with all of her knowledge and wisdom and told him to have at it.

Plus like I mentioned earlier, according to Soraya (the scholar at Wangshu Inn) it was super uncommon for deities to rule together, plus it is very obvious that Morax was stronger than Guizhong so he easily could've bested her so why on earth would they work together if they weren't friends. Then like Guoba (who could forget Guoba) the god of the stove was also there too and Zhongli is like 'that's my old friend' like if Zhongli was close with Marchosius why wouldn't he be close with Guizhong.

Then it is heavily implied that Guizhong died in his arms and he heard her final words before sealing her away like they were definitely close. Zhongli clearly doesn't like talking about his past unless forced. Or the fact that Zhongli repaired the Guizhong Ballista perfectly, he knows exactly what glaze lily bloomed on your birthday or that they love sweet songs. Not to mention Zhongli's burst meteor is the exact same as Memory of Dust. Or what about Cloud Retainer's abode where there are three seats for "Cloud Retainer, Guizhong and Rex".

Fun fact, Shenhe has a voiceline for Zhongli. "Master once said: "If you see him drinking on a stone stool in front of my abode, do not disturb him. Let him sit quietly for a while." And that's precisely what I did." So it's a little sad but sweet that Zhongli will return that table and just sit with his thoughts, but regardless it definetly means he cherishes the memories of the three of them together.

Back to the point why on earth wouldn't they care about each other there is a whole region named after their messed up names "GuiLi" like what are we doing!

It is mentioned somewhere in the archaic petra lore (i think the feather) that Morax wore a stone mask during the archon war. To protect the people of the Liyue he did not allow himself to show emotion but when the dust settled her was finally able to put the mask down. The way I interpreted this passage was after Guizhong died the entire nation was at war, like Morax took all of their people, left Guili plains, moved south, founded Liyue, and then fought till the war ended. Even the other adepti imply there was no time to grieve for her because the war was that brutal. It is only when the war ended, that Morax was not only able to put done that mask but also able to grieve his friend properly.

There are many theories around Guizhong like whether Jade Cutter was meant as a gift her, or whether she had connections to Celestia but my favorite Guizhong/Zhongli theory has to be that Morax killed her. LIKE LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

First, Morax was the only person who was there when she died he heard her final words after all. Next, Soraya says that it would've been incredibly difficult to take down a nation governed by two gods, like what god would've been able to kill Guizhong with Morax and the rest of the adepti right beside her? Then, none of the adepti really know what happened that day, Ping and Cloud Retainer imply that when they got there it was already too late, Rex Lapis had likely turned her to stone while the Yakshas sealed her away.

Soooo maybe I am just giddy for angst but imagine Guizhong getting corrupted or eroding away and Morax had to kill her to protect their people.

The story has shown many times that Zhongli would do anything for the people of Liyue even turn his back on the people he loved. It would not be out of character for him to kill her should she ever pose a threat. Then remember Memory of Dust (MoD), the puzzle containing all of Gui's knowledge? Her last words to him were along the lines of "forget about that old stone dumbbell would you". This obviously could be her telling him to move on, forget her, and continue protecting their people.

OR it could also mean that the knowledge within the dumbbell was corrupted or damaged somehow. Because there are quite a few theories about how the lady of dust perished, it could've been a foreign god it could've been Celestia but if Guizhong had forbidden knowledge, not only would killing her prevent the knowledge from spreading and essentially destroying their entire civilization but by telling Morax to forget about MoD she could protect him from getting corrupted as well.

So like long story short, my favorite theory is that Zhongli had to kill Guizhong to protect their people whether by corruption or maybe even erosion which is why the full truth of her death is a mystery. It could explain how a nation ruled by two gods fell, and maybe even suggest a reason why he is not so keen to talk about her and why he was never able to open MoD.

Then again MoD could be locked for a number of reason, like Zhongli wants to move forward with his life and unlocking MoD would be like getting stuck in the past or he was truly unable to open it as he may never match her intellect. I imagine that when Guizhong died Morax had to assume her roles and began to embody her in many ways but there are still things she was still better than him at even to this day.

Not to mention that it was said that Guizhong died in a fierce battle "black dust choked the heavens and a thousand rocks splintered" so given the usage of rocks, Morax was undoubtedly involved so maybe it was a battle in which Morax and Guizhong were isolated from the rest of the assembly and he could not protect her from whatever killed her. Not matter what happened I still get angst!

I think the issue with the genshin fandom is that they don't value balance. Its either that Guizhong was everything to Zhongli and Liyue was nothing without her or she was nothing to him and only for Ping which are two crazy extremes like omg calm down. Zhongli was not heartless before meeting her but she was also very important to him and affected him. Like come on y'all READ!!!

Nevertheless I think Zhongli and Guizhong were perfect complements, whether romantic or platonic. I think together they covered each others weaknesses yet still managed to bring the best out of each other.

I really wish I could get to see them interact or just a flashback or a memory will do I promise!

#zhongli #guizhong #genshin impact #whew! #so many things to say!!! #for the shippers hmm ive never really been super into guili but i have never disliked it either #i think it is quite neat do your own thing i like the occasional fanart and fanfic #i want to beat zhongli with a stick please talk about guizhong you cow #LIKE PLEASE #the only person i want zhongli to talk to more than azhdaha is fucking guizhong #i’m begging yall please talk about her #please please please please i must know

[blood-mocha-latte]

its red as bright as wanting

i.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of them.” Babe said from in front of the kitchen counter.

From behind him, Gene huffed a laugh, sounding rather amused. He shifted, moving from the rickety wooden table that makes up both their kitchen island and dining table (and short-term storage), to walk up behind Babe.

Yellow curtains hid the window that rested over the sink that Babe stood over, inspecting the bright red fruit he held between his index finger and thumb up at eye level. Gene reached around him to tug them open with one hand, the other resting absently on Babe’s hip.

“How can you not like strawberries?” He asked, breath ruffling the hair near Babe’s ear before he moved away, kitchen newly lit by the sun that shines through the window, directly into Babe’s eyes. Not used to being so free of ache, Babe just turned around, his back to the sink. “You pretty much are one.” Babe made a face.

He lowered the strawberry to point at Gene with it, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a grin that he attempted to tamp back down.

“I look nothing like a strawberry, you take that back.” He said, trying his best to stay serious. Gene just huffed, shaking his head as he rounded the table again, a gentle smile carving into his mouth like a spell on stone. Fleeting and infinite. “And I didn’t say I didn’t like them, I just said I don’t see the appeal.”

He brought the strawberry back to his face, the small divots of seeds against the bright red of the fruit. It almost made him smile.

It’s the middle of winter, and it should be snowing. It should be freezing, numbing, all-encompassingly frigid.

But Babe’s in Louisiana, just outside of where Gene grew up, just outside of where a flood swallowed all he knew. It’s the middle of winter and it’s warm and if he closed his eyes and thought hard enough, he could think of every happy memory this home had ever held.

Their memories. Built and fostered and cared for, raised from the earth with the bloody hands that killed people and the bloody hands that saved them, to wash their hands clean of it.

For Babe to leave Philadelphia, to leave behind his family and his mother and ol’ Gonorrhoea. To leave behind the cold that settled in his bones and wouldn’t leave, expanding like water turning to ice, splintering everything in its path.

To leave behind the biting loneliness that kept him torn apart.

Dear Doc, Babe had written, three years ago, only a year after they’d left Berlin, left Europe. And a month later, a letter came back, like he’d sung into a cavern and the echo of his voice had come back, haunting and familiar but somehow all encompassingly new.

Dear Edward, Gene had written back, ever the pragmatic. Babe had laughed maybe a little too hard and nearly brained himself on the railing that led up to his apartment, too impatient to wait to get upstairs to read the slanted, messy handwriting.

Babe blinked back to the present, as easily as falling asleep but inversely. Too entirely caught up in the dips of the berry and Gene moving around gracefully, like water or silks, through their kitchen, gathering jars and fruits and bread.

He watched Gene, watched him move, watched the profile of his relaxed face, the curve of his lips, the wedge of his nose.

Watched as he turned away from Babe entirely, leaning out of the kitchen and into the equally small and cluttered hall that led out of the house.

The warmth flooded through his chest the same way it always did, like taking a warm shower for the first time in years. Like laughing after a terrible night.

Thank god you wrote back. He thought, not for the first time, but a mantra. Thought daily, said daily; whispered like a prayer into every inch of Gene’s skin he can ever reach. Thank god you decided to find your way back to me.

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(read the rest on ao3)

((tagging @malarkgirlypop as per request <3))

#rie writes #guess who didn't see this coming? #me. it was me. and you #and god probably #anyways here you go. first posted contribution to bob fandom #(has been in bob fandom for two years) #i wrote this in one night btw. i was possessed momentarily by keaton st james poems it was magical #band of brothers #eugene roe #doc roe #babe heffron #baberoe #hbo war

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 17 - Toothache

These look like various different armours. Interesting.

One of the very, very rare times Kerubim says "Jojo", and not "Joris" or "my Jojo".

Considering how fast he came, chances are he was outside, listening in to Kerubim searching for the tooth. He is so real for that.

Joris gets a pass for not being normal about Kerubim and his stories because he's 7. I won't make fun of him. He's baby.

(Kerubim doesn't get a pass for not being normal about Joris because he's like 60-80, and should go to therapy, instead of compensating for his fail orphanage childhood and divorce. It's equality. To me.)

Yes, his spine always hurts. Yes, he's also still very good at acrobatics and parkour, as all adventurers should be. He contains multitudes.

Peace and love in the World of Twelve. Also, Kerubim's fruity stance here...

He loves sharing things that make him happy with Joris. It's very cute. But also Joris is like 7, so I don't know what he's expecting.

Maybe he's trying to raise him with a love for selling things to people, so that one day he will continue the family business.

Bad news: Joris's main interest as an adult, while manning the store, is Bullying The Customers. Bullying them until they start to cry or call him slurs.

And are these... "assistants" in the room with us, right now?

Also: Kerubim knits, as can be gauged from the yarn balls with the knitting needles in them. At least he is putting that yarn ball addiction that has been alluded in the first episodes (before Simone cleaned up) and which will be fully revealed in episode 49, The Jellivision, to a good use.

I just know that before coming out, they had a talk that went something like:

"And then, when I clap, my Jojo, you will jump onto the counter, with milk! Imagine how happy it would make the customer."

"Yay papycha!"

Yet again, everyone in this household loves to jump onto tables. This will not change in even 600 years. Manlets. Littlefellas. Shortguys.

Joris is more won-over by Keke's customer tactics than the customer. A likely thing for Joris to be.

I want to point out that, at literally no point during the series, except for the racing episode, do we see Kerubim actually go to Brakmar, or really explore the Sidimote Moors.

I wonder if he has something to hide.

(Atcham. I am yet again talking about Atcham.)

Despite wanting to act like he's cool and lucky, Kerubim does actually put in the time to research what waits him where he's going. Especially when he knows it's going to be dangerous. It's an interesting contrast to the way he was in the Unikron episode.

I suppose it's very likely that that story happened before this one, and he's matured.

(Though it doesn't mean he isn't wrong about things sometimes.)

Truly, he is the male version of Lina Inverse.

Food moment: I am not describing all of them, but man, those sure are fruits and veggies.

This implies that Kerubim has used the tooth for cleaning before, either cleaning the house, or cleaning himself. No wonder he's so beautiful.

I will be real, if I was Kerubim I would like. Do unspeakable evils upon Simone. I would make her tea with salt for a week. He is more patient than all of us.

Dead.

Yeah, not even being the best and the prettiest can save this. It's over.

#ep17 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

prussia x reader: childish games

Hello Lovelies~ Was ridiculously bored at work, and this silliness was birthed. Please enjoy!

Over the years, you had compiled a list of all the things you most loved about your husband, and somehow, only slightly surprising, his zest for life and the itch to have fun easily slotted its way into your top ten.

 For someone nearing 1000 (a fact you loved teasing him with), you would have thought that he would have grown more reserved by now, bored and listless with the world. But the truth was that he was restless, and rarely allowed for a single dull moment.

 And while you had grown yourself- maturity and social obligations demanding a certain image, he had a knack for making you forget all of it, embracing that whimsy and playful energy that you refused to completely abandon in your childhood.

 Which was what often led to moments like these.

 Gil was sitting across from you at a table in some cafe in Constanța, eyebrows furrowed in an almost comical way as he glared down at the series of incomplete triangles on your napkin.

 A little riddle or trick- you couldn't really decide which- you had briefly remembered from your childhood, one you knew would annoy your husband to no end.

 As much as you loved him, he did have a habit of over-complicating things.

 So far, his guesses had all followed a pattern you had expected: an ECG, a triangular sound wave, and then he rambled off something nearly incoherent involving quantum theory which had you giving him a Look. Seeing your expression at that last one had him offering you an embarrassed half-smile, before he went back to staring at the napkin with annoyance. "I'm going to hate myself when you tell me, right?"

 It wasn't really a question, but you hummed in acknowledgement, fighting and failing to hide your grin. "Probably."

 To his credit, he had more guesses, a couple theories, even asked if it had something to do with your own work, eyes slanting towards you in curious consideration. When you shot that down as well, he huffed melodramatically in defeat, flopping back into his chair and gesturing magnanimously towards the offending piece of recycled paper and its 18 unassuming little lines.

 "Alright; you win. Hit me with it."

 You were enjoying this way too much, but you couldn't help it; he brought out the best and worst in you. "Sure you don't want another guess?"

 "Can't you just put me out of my misery instead?"

 You leveled him with another look, fond and irritated all at once, catching too easily on the smile hidden in his words. "No martyrdom before supper."

 "Wow. Rude."

 Ignoring his comment, you spoke with perhaps a little too much presumption. "Gilbert Wilhelm? Prepare for me to blow your little mind."

 "You already do that every day." You bit your lip at his fond murmur, digging in your pocket for a different colored pen. Carrying an assortment had become a bit of a habit as of late; Gil was constantly losing his, and sometimes you just needed a change from the monotony of black-and-white. 

 Finally, you pulled out a purple, a good offset to the black. Pulling the napkin back into drawing range, you motioned for him to watch.

 You took it slow, intentionally choosing the option that would take the longest for him to guess. He loved puzzles and thought experiments, and you wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

 Starting with the furthest edge, you connected every third triangle with an inverse arc, the temporary image almost reminding you of the base of cartoon campfires. Gil was hovering over your shoulder now, having swapped chairs sometime in the past few moments.

 You paused, intentionally drew your pen away long enough for him to analyze the new data, catalog the latest information. Some part of you had a feeling he would be trying the same trick on Vlad at the conference tomorrow, and you couldn't fight your smile. "Want me to keep going, or do you want another minute?"

 He hummed after a moment- a quiet acquiescence.

 For a moment, you stared at your work in progress, contemplating your next move. With a small quirk to your lips, you scribbled what looked like three clouds, one for the top of each of the tallest triangles.

 "Was zum Teufel," Gil demanded eloquently.

 That was enough to finally make you giggle, turning to him with a smirk and a feigned attempt at innocence. He leveled you with a look of his own, before indicating with a pointed glance that you needed to continue.

 You waggled your eyebrows in playful amusement, now turning to add two dots to each of the three connected shapes, followed by another cloud-like doodle at the based of each of the three tallest triangles.

 As it stood, you could argue for some funky mountains or some kind of sailboat, but you were only half finished.

 "One more guess?" you asked in an effort to be nice, to at least sound like you weren't secretly enjoying his suffering. Instead of a proper answer, your ruse easily seen through, you received a poke at your waist, the lightest threat to continue.

 Biting your lip, trying not to flinch away, you added six arrows- two per shape, each facing the center of its respective shape from the left and the right.

 "Wait..." Gil's voice was scarcely a whisper at this point, teasing your neck. "Are those..?"

 With a small triangle and two quick flourishes each, you announced the final results with pride, no longer holding back your giddy grin. "Behold: Three Cats in Party Hats!"

 It was worth it just to see him bringing his palm to his forehead, hiding his face in his hand. You could see him fighting a smile though, and knew the last few minutes had done more than enough to help him out of his prior languor.

 "I hate you sometimes; you know that?"

 It was too affectionate to be true.

 "Love you, too."

Inspired by my remembering learning this about 20-ish years ago from some random guy while I was helping out at a market stall. He also taught me how to draw a cat by stacking C-A-T atop each other. Anyway, have some kitties~

#prussia x reader #aph prussia #aph gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #readerfic #hello lovelies! #my art #this is pure silliness but i'm not apologizing #eh formatting later