#then multiply it by infinity

[blueskyheadleft010]

If I was the guardian of all the miraculous, firstly I wouldn’t be giving out magical jewelry to kids.

Secondly, if I was forced to do so or had little other choice, I would 100% make sure they return the miraculous to me (probably by putting some kind of magical tracker on them or something) and that they wouldn’t tell anyone their secret identities unless approved through me.

You laugh, but kids are untrustworthy little monsters in disguise.

Yes, I do love kids, but you do not under any circumstances give them more power than they can handle. You are just asking for chaos.

No, I would not need to use my magic powers to force them into compliance. I would just tell them that if they blabbed to anyone the ‘curse’ would kick in and they’d explode into confetti.

Haters gonna hate, but you trying herding children and see if you manage to survive a single day. Sometimes you’ve gotta be the mom of the team.

#miraculous ladybug #shitpost #was reading fanfics again #lmao why did fu pick children again?? #clearly the man has never been around children before #you turn your back for five seconds #and someone’s got a tic tac stuck up their nose #now multiply that chaos by the power of infinity #and welp #I guess you can kiss your fingers goodbye #plagg ate them #lmao

[raveartts]

#raveartts #rave.characters #furry art #animation #me after i re-export everything to add dithering only for tumblr to put the shitty color banding back ;_; #anyways i think this took like..3 and a half hours? maybe 4 idk #8 frames on 12fps and i managed to get it looking pretty darn smooth 😍 #there's some mistakes in there which will only bother specifically me forever #but like #honestly this is the best animation i've ever made #she looks so fucking adorable and i'm gonna pat myself on the back about that #it's nice being able to shade with multiply layers on an animation too #ANYWAYS goodnight tumblr #my hand is cramped to infinity and beyond #but loooook i added her hair gradient AND the stripes #incredible stuff right here #i could've added a nicer bg but i had zero ideas and again..my hand...it hurts

[marlenacantswim]

if tumblr wants to make money they should host bids for vanquished bots' usernames.

#this of course also requires them to actually do something about the bot problem #running my mouth #i'd easily pay like 20 cents for this username #multiply that by essentially infinity (the number of tumblr spam bots) and that's infinite income #spam bots #tumblr bots

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

what the HELL was that with season 2 episode 9 qsdqsdqsdf I can't wait a whole WEEK for the finale wtf.

how is hober going to be the one who pierced empire's hide?? where are the Spacers?? somebody get XVI and rue out of the vault wtf. and also. huh. the balls of doing what they did with the ending??? WHAT AND WHY??? HOW DOES THAT WORK AS A CRISIS WITHIN PSYCHOHISTORY?? AND WHERE DID HARI COME FROM?????

#hell! they resurrect the one guy that had made me go 'oh there are actual stakes here' and then they BREAK A FREAKING PLANET?? #the stakes for the main characters both fall to nothing and are multiplied to infinity with that one move??? #demerzel PLEASe get XVI out of there he's your one semi-stable child #and tell us who sent the blind angels in ep 1!!! #also i fcking hope day shows up on trantor and gets assassinated (at this point bel might kill him lmaooo) #and then sareth and dawn go to the cloud dominion with their baby and grandma rue and grandpa dusk #demerzel can have empire for all i care #foundation tv show

[ladyimaginarium]

#arcana.uploads #tbh i wish i could like. multiply these by infinity so i can give them to friends & ppl in need but thats not a thing yet so :< delish tho!

[megu-meow]

love scars - Gojo Satoru

Gojo x Fem. Reader

Summary: you heal Gojo's scars after his fight with Sukuna.

TW: MANGA SPOILERS, hurt, pain, battle scars, blood

Seeing Satoru physically hurt was not something you witnessed often. His infinity kept him safe, not many were able to penetrate the invisible barrier that protected him from outside attacks. However, the King of Curses was one of those few that managed to nullify that defensive power of your beloved husband and you warned the white-haired sorcerer about that possibility before going into battle.

It was heartbreaking for you, to let him go into battle so soon after his unsealing, but you had no other choice. He was the strongest after all, the one destined to defeat the monster called Ryomen Sukuna. You couldn’t just sit there with the others and watch the clash of the strongest, so you decided to wait in the medical ward of Jujutsu Tech, knowing that Satoru would teleport there instantly if he got hurt. Shoko told you about his plan, he didn't want you to be there when he arrived, and he didn't want you to see him hurt, but you couldn't care any less about his preferences. You were a Special Grade sorcerer, a healer with an insane amount of cursed energy, but Gojo didn't want you to take care of his wounds after his fight because of the Heavenly Restriction imposed on your powers. In order to balance out the sheer amount of cursed energy you possessed and the seemingly limitless reversed cursed technique you could produce, your technique had its flaw: the pain that you took away from others by healing them was inflicted on you throughout the duration of the process.

He witnessed it many times, the way it worked, and he held you lovingly, trying to take away the agonizing pain shaking your body. Compared to you, Shoko's powers were a lot more limited, she couldn't deal with greater injuries, however, she could heal him enough so that he could do the rest on his own. There was no way he could allow you to go through the pain he was feeling after Sukuna's back-to-back slashes.

After the longest 2 hours of your life, you suddenly felt a huff of air and Satoru appeared in front of you, growling in pain.

"No, no, no, baby, you're not supposed to be here, go get Shoko, please." he implores, the agonizing pain visible in his cerulean eyes. At least the one you could see, the other slashed in half, covered in blood.

"Shoko's busy with the others, Satoru. You know this is not the job for her, she couldn't do it. I have to be the one to heal you, sweetheart." you explain, already multiplying your cursed energy, ready to produce the RCT needed for a difficult job like this one.

"No, I can't... I can't let you deal with this, my kikufuku. It's unbearable, it's too much." he exclaims, tears running down his face "I can do it myself, I just need a moment to cool down and re-charge my cursed energy."

"No, you can't, Satoru! You're gonna bleed out, I have to do this. Please, let me do this..." you are crying now too, imploring him to finally agree "I love you, please let me do this!"

He takes off his surprisingly intact shirt, he hisses in pain, but he has finally accepted your help. You step closer to him as you put your hand over the deepest cut you could see, one close to his precious heart and you look him in the eyes one last time before starting the process. He leans up to carefully kiss your lips, whispering how much he loves you, how sorry he is, and how everything is going to be fine. He takes your free hand into his and he can feel your grip tightening as his wound fades slowly. For the first few cuts he thinks you're doing great, but you are doing everything in your power to not scream from the agonizing pain. Your eyes are full of tears, your face contorted from the feeling of sharp blades slicing your skin. There are no visible scars or anything signaling that you were hurting, but he knows what you're feeling. It's the same thing he had to endure half an hour ago while fighting Sukuna.

After an hour of constantly healing him, you're about halfway done, but the pain gets nearly unbearable and you scream, trying to push through it for Satoru's sake.

"Baby, please, stop, I'll be okay from now on, I'll do the rest myself, just please stop!" he implores, unable to let you continue. You cannot speak back, you drop your head back, trying to deal with the unbearable pain, but you don't let go. You continue healing him as he implores and begs you to stop. His eye is the most difficult to restore, but you're able to do it, and as soon as his last scar disappears from his body, you collapse into his hands, barely conscious.

"Are you okay, little one? Please tell me you're okay. I love you, I need you to be alright." he says cupping your cheeks, leaving small kisses all over your face and lips.

"I'm fine, 'toru. Don't worry!" you smile lightly, kissing him on the lips "Jus' tired."

"I'm not gonna let you do that again. I don't want you to feel pain, sweetheart. You're so brave, you are amazing. I love you more than anything." he murmurs, kissing the crown of your head as you bury your face in his toned chest, inhaling his scent. He smells like cologne and body wash, a tiny ounce of sweat, but you don't mind. You're glad he's okay and that you were able to heal his porcelain skin, making every scar littered on his body disappear forever.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #jjk x you #gojo saturo #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojou satoru x you

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Blob Ghosts Adventures

okay crack idea!

y'all know those little transparent marble sized orbs that when you put them in water just grow?

What are they called orbeez?

Anyway!

Onto my idea

Blob ghosts have the same reaction, in the Infinity realms they're fine won't grow much but outside the realm?

Ohohoha! They don't have a true limit!

On an unrelated note Ra's seems to have an infestation that only continue to multiply in quantity and physical size.

Well at least they seem to enjoy his pit waters.

~

Just imagine a huge blob ghost relaxing inside one of the pits like they're on vacation with a sunhat and shades surrounded by other blob ghosts of varying sizes all the while Ra's is in the background looking tiny in comparison

~

Just an Idea

#dpxdc #dp x dc #blob ghost pit takeover au #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #c: ra's al ghul

[auroral-melody]

"i hate math"

when most people say this, it's because they think math is about solving equations or memorizing formulas.

but really, this is what mathematicians mean when they say math!

you can braid a braid without loose ends!

fractals!

rubik's cubes!

do you like knitting? it has a lot of math in it!

the card game set is pretty cool!

stellated polyhedra!

music theory is full of math!

remove any ring, and the other two are disconnected

a triangle's angles don't have to sum to 180 degrees

calculating pi with toothpicks

how to make a magic square

0.9999... repeating is 1. not close to 1 -- it is 1.

a super easy way to multiply by 11 in your head

a super easy way to find out if something is divisible by 11

what's the fastest way to roll a ball down a hill? (and what does it have to do with squares?)

how many times do blocks collide? (and what does it have to do with pi?!)

there are just as many whole numbers as there are positive whole numbers. there are different levels of infinity

you only need 4 colors to color in a map, so that no two regions have the same color

somewhere on earth is a point with the same temperature and pressure as the point opposite to it

take a number. if it's odd, multiply by 3 and add 1. if it's even, halve it. you will get to 1. we don't really understand why.

#math #my posts #mathematics #can you tell i'm a knot theory bitch lmfao

[iamasaddie]

cracks

paring: Clint x f!reader warnings: no smut (sorry), ER; age gap (not specified), insecurities regarding aging word count: 700~ a/n: gonna be honest with you I mostly wrote it for me, but I'll be happy if you enjoy it too <3 i have an idea for another blurb (smutty) from this “universe” that i might post tonight or tomorrow masterlist

You knew he didn’t like looking in the mirror. Didn’t enjoy seeing his reflection on any surface, especially when you were near him. You had to beg him for a picture of you together, and if you wanted to capture just him you had to be sneaky enough so he wouldn’t notice.

You knew it was lines on his forehead, the scar beneath his left eye, the multiplying grays in his beard that he couldn’t stand. Everything that reminded him of how old he was, how deep the canyon of experience between you was. Every little thing you loved him for made him scowl and furrowed his brows. 

It pained you, but you made sure to remind him how handsome he was, how safe and loved you felt in his big dry palms. He grunted in response. You would’ve been scared that he’d eventually leave you when his demons would win, but you knew the feelings you had for each other were too strong, an uncontrollable tide breaking every rational and irrational thought on its way. 

He fell asleep with his head in your lap while you were watching one of the old westerns he loved so much. His soft hair tickling the naked skin of your thighs, his brows knitted together even as he was lightly snoring, indicating the depth of his dream. Your fingers raked through the soft curls and when the credits started rolling you realized that you have been looking at Clint for the last fifteen minutes, completely ignoring the climax of the story. 

The man in your arms was a more interesting one anyway. 

Your index finger lightly traced his face. You marveled at each crease and mark, mapping the years of laughter and hardship etched into his features. You felt valleys of his laugh lines hiding into the coarse  beard that covered the lower half of his face in an uneven pattern you loved so much. With the softest press of your fingertip you grazed over the plumpness of his lips, and you smiled to yourself at the softness of the skin. Rough man that he was, Clint was kissing your chapstick covered lips often enough for it to take care of his own. 

Gently, you scratched the almost white patch on the side of his face, the most prominent one he had. Sometimes when he noticed you staring at him - for no other reason but being completely and utterly in love with him - he would turn his head as if he wanted to hide the colorless spot. 

Tears burned the edges of your eyes and you blinked them away before they could wet your cheeks. The love you felt for the man who was snoring peacefully almost tore you apart. You wished that he could genuinely believe in your affection. That you cherished the cracks and imperfections that made Clint real to you, the unique mosaic of a man who was only solvable to you, remaining a dark riddle for the rest of the world.

He stirred at your touch, his lips curving into a faint smile. His eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing?” His voice was raspy with sleep, one eye squinting as the other focused on the outline of your form.

“Counting the reasons why I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” you whispered back, crouching to peck his lips, but missing and hitting his nose instead, making him chuckle.

“Got at least three?” His hand went up, cupping your jaw and he met your eyes. You could see the worry and uncertainty hiding behind the forced merriment of his voice. It made your heart ache, but you knew you had time to make him see through your eyes.

 “Multiply it by infinity, and you’ll get my answer.” You saw the furrow of his brows disappear, like he was surprised to hear that, and you hurried to kiss him, smiling at his content moan.

check out my other fic from this universe CONTACTS (can be read as a continuation to this one)

#iamasaddie blurb #clint x f!reader #clint x reader #clint x you #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[lilithgreye]

9 in Numerology

There’s a lot of people who talk badly about this number but I personally believe it’s because they’re trying to hide the power of it. I don’t agree with the bad things a lot of numerologists say about it or with a lot of what numerologists say in general so a lot of this will be things you probably haven’t read online

🕊 9’s are not master numbers but they do have an ability no other number has which is to enhance others numerological energy and make them a better version of themself. They are also one of the most creative life path numbers

🕊 9’s get along the least with 11’s. Romantically/sexually we sometimes will still be attracted to our enemy number though so you have to force yourself to avoid them. Usually bad things happen when these numbers come together. It’s also seen in many world events such as the 9/11 twin tower incident, the flight 191 (unscrambled 911) crash, the number 911 to call in negative situations, etc. You should also avoid flying on 9 days, 11 days, or 7 days

🕊 9 is one of the numbers of beauty in numerology. These people are often seen as some of the most beautiful people by society unless they have bad karma they have not yet worked through. They must work through karma to have a glow up. Karma shows in your appearance

🕊 Many people with a 9 in their birthday are performers, singers, rappers, or some kind of entertainer. They were basically born to be a star

— examples: elvis presley, justin bieber, ariana grande

🕊 9’s are one of the most intelligent numbers and tend to be one of the smartest people in the room since it represents the mind. They’re very deep people that are often misunderstood and seen as “stupid” but when you get to know them you’ll find that they’re highly intelligent and spiritually connected

🕊 9 is a femi(nine) number which is why they’re highly connected to the spiritual realm just as women are. Women’s body’s are a literal portal. It’s how a spirit can enter their womb and come into this world. Women are very powerful spirits

🕊 Many numerologists try and say 9 life path’s are the youngest souls or that they’re dumb or naive but this is a complete lie. The youngest souls in the matrix are life path 1’s and life path 3’s (not that this is a bad thing it doesn’t mean they’re stupid)

🕊 Since I’ve said so many positive things about 9’s I will mention some of their negative traits is that they can sometimes be egotistical, they can have lots of ups and downs with their love life, they can sometimes be scammers, and they can easily manipulate others since they can easily appear as something they’re not

🕊 Going off of the last note because people with 9 energy can easily appear as something they’re not they tend to make amazing actors as well. The type of actors who are so talented you forget they’re acting sometimes

— examples: johnny depp (9 day), timothee chalamet (9 day and life path), morgan freeman (lifepath 9), marilyn monroe (born in a 9 year)

🕊 A lot of men born under 9 energy can be hardcore simps and obsessed with women which personally I find attractive. Depending on their other numbers they sometimes tend to be on the more feminine or soft side too

🕊 A random fun fact about 9 is that anything you multiply by 9 will always reduce to 9 again. 9 is everything/infinity. Example: 9x5=45 -> 4+5=9 — 9x10=90 -> 9+0=9

🕊 9’s chase things that cause them to have extreme emotions and highs. They’re most likely to be a serial killer for this reason (not all are killers but usually killers have either an 8 or 9 in their birthday). This is coming from someone born on a 9 day so I don’t hate 9’s I actually love them. There’s a lot of 9’s that are very good people so I don’t mean most people and am not intending to be negative/hateful toward 9’s as a whole

— example: john wayne gacy

lilithgreye

#numerology #9 energy numerology #9 #9 energy #matrix #numerology help

[two-white-butterflies]

smart sexy lacy | c55 and c16

Description: Three years after that horrible breakup with Charles Leclerc; now you're dating his teammate. What happens when certain deals are levied upon you? Will you follow through or go back to what you're used to?

Author's Note: Yes, I'm going through something. SEMI INSPIRED BY THAT ONE TIKTOK WITH THE GIRL THAT LOOKED LIKE YOUNG SALMA HAYEK. A little angsty and sad and toxic. But that's life and this happens in real life.

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oliviarodrigo: dazzling starlet... 😇

bellaciao9: It's so weird seeing her be romantic wit Carlos

carlossainz55: She blesses Mallorca. ❤️🇪🇸

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lovingyou71: HOW CARLOS AND CHARLES DATED THIS BADDIE?? I'D NEVER KNOW

livonce0: is it just me or do they look good together?

holypolly: LOVE FROM BRAZIL 🇧🇷

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A small exhale exited your mouth - oh, you always swore that you were over him, but seeing him walk past you. He's just standing there, breathing beside you - all the while your heart heaves in pain. You wonder if he still wears the same perfume - if he still wears the same lucky pants during race day. Or has he changed?

"Nice weather today," he smiled, gently settling down beside Carlos. You promised that you were over him - but now that he was sitting across from you - fuck, was it hard.

How could ever get over him? How could you ever get over a man who brought two umbrellas just to keep you dry? "It'll be easier to race, right?" you placed a hand on Carlos' chin in an effort to rid that man from your periphery. "Depends on how Max behaves," Carlos chuckles while pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Oh, a little decorum for the minors here." Charles chuckled while pointing at Oscar. "Oscar, this is what true love looks like." your eyes narrowed teasingly at the younger man and he rolled his eyes. Yep, this was true love. "Congrats on the engagement, by the way!" Lando congratulates while raising his champagne glass.

You exchange a side-glance with Charles. He wasn't smiling - and that somehow made you feel better.

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"How much did you pay for your engagement ring?" a street-interviewer suddenly invades your privacy. Carlos gives you a soft glance and you nod, seeing that you had time and there wasn't anything wrong with a little interviewing. "I paid for less than what she's worth," he chuckled - not taking his eyes off you. "Well how much do you think she's worth?" the man asked and he shrugs.

"I'd say all of the jewels in the world - then multiply it by infinity." he laughed while muttering the last word. Carlos absolutely adored you. "He's just bluffing because of the cameras, do you really think that?" your eyebrows merged into each other - he's only said 'i love you' as much as there were fingers in your hands.

You weren't aware that his love was this deep.

"I haven't said it enough - but yeah." he played with the plastic bag on his right hand. To your surprise, the man suddenly turns in your direction. "Do you think that you're worth that much?" he placed the microphone a few inches away from your lips but Carlos interrupts him. "I think that I can answer this one," he glanced at you - and you silently nodded.

"She's worth so much more than that, and this engagement ring is not even a fraction of what I feel for her."

"But if you're spending this much money, what do you get in return?" the interviewer bitterly asked and Carlos couldn't help but laugh a little. He's had years of experience in media training. He could explain his side as eloquently as this man asked his question rudely. "What do I get in return?" Carlos repeated the question. "Yep."

"I get a partner that is loyal to me - a partner that would choose me everyday when there are thousands of men much better than me. I get the mother of my children and a woman that'll be beside me until I die - and this engagement ring is absolutely nothing compared to whatever precious gift she gives me everyday." he smiled at you.

Your eyes twinkled a little bit - you were falling in love with him for the second time. Carlos was even more deeper than what you initially thought - so much more sensible and polite. "Okay, but are you saying that everyone has to spend so much money just to have the bare minimum?" the man inquires and Carlos shakes his head.

"I'll be clear and say that what she gives me is beyond the bare minimum, and it really depends on how much a person makes." he answers and you nod. "It's all about the feelings that come with giving a present," you bite your lower lip and the man frowned. "How much do you earn?" he turned towards Carlos.

"Okay, thank you for interviewing us." he pulled you away - quickly fading into the packed New York crowd.

You weren't prepared to face him alone.

It was a stormy night - a few minutes before your spontaneous engagement dinner with Carlos and the Grid began. The other drivers were in the other room - belting their asses off to singing 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion while you prepared your signature drinks. You were the only person inside the kitchen - until Charles decided to make his way.

"So, are you really going to marry him?" he inquired in a nonchalant tone. A decade ago, you wouldn't even entertain the thought of dating Carlos Sainz - but now, all you wanted to do was marry him. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, eyebrows merging into each other. That tone implied something else.

He placed his hands on the counter, staring deep into your eyes. "Let's not do this, please." he pleaded, searching for something behind your face. A hidden longing. Wishful thinking, maybe?

"We always broke up then got back with each other. This is the nature of our relationship, please don't make the wrong decision by marrying someone that cannot handle you." he proposed and you couldn't help but be offended in behalf of your fiancee. "You cannot handle him - he's boring and simple. You are someone that's so fucking explosive. You need someone interesting." he begged.

"Boring? My relationship with Carlos is not exciting - I must admit. It started off in the most boring way - as acquaintances. And our love may be different from what we shared. It's not exciting, or explosive - but it's so fucking sure. I know that I'll choose him everyday and he'll do the same. Something that I cannot guarantee with anyone else." you breathed, lifting the tray off the table and making your way towards the karaoke room.

You'd always choose Carlos, because he was your true love.

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[janmisali]

Number Tournament: THE CARDINALITY OF THE CONTINUUM vs THE GOLDEN RATIO

[link to all polls]

beth-one (the cardinality of the continuum)

seed: 53 (8 nominations)

previous opponent: thirteen

class: infinite cardinal

definition: you may have heard that "some infinities are bigger than other infinities"; Bethany here is the bigger infinity they're usually talking about. may or may not be equal to aleph-one, depending on axioms

phi (the golden ratio)

seed: 21 (29 nominations)

previous opponent: twenty-two

class: irrational number

definition: a number which when multiplied by itself is equal to itself plus one

#number tournament #polls #math #mathblr #beth-one #infinity #phi #golden ratio #jan misali

[sinorim-pisani]

tl;dr Linguistic anthropology except it's about Danny Phantom???

Wake up, new danny phantom obsession just dropped ya'll:

It's time to talk about GHOST LANGUAGE!!

But not the canonical Esperanto, which is a cool and interesting decision on the show's part.

I mean the idea that the ghosts have an entirely new form of communicating that sounds like static and space and ice and fire and everything a creature can feel, all condensed into what is essentially a massive creole language!

I'm a huge fan of authors who, when describing non-esperanto based "ghost speak", choose to take a more eldritch noise approach. Danny, for instance, when using the language of the ghosts, is often said to sound like all the noise of a wintery atmosphere; words like frost, ice, static, tingle, sharp, quiet and cold are employed to connect Danny's speech with his ghost core qualities. It is a fantastic way to bring an eerie and disquieting sense to Danny, and to indicate to us readers that ghosts have a unique and deeply ingrained method of communication beyond the use of human tongues.

To read way too much into something so little, I think that this could indicate that ghosts communicate with their cores! (I know, you're like Sinorim are we back to the ghost cores??) YES, we are back to how interesting ghost cores are!!

Big Question #1: If every creature-turned-ghost that spoke some form of human tongue throughout ANY period in human history, ended up in the Infinite Realms, how would they best be able to communicate?

In Danny Phantom, what makes a ghost a ghost (beyond the whole being dead thing) is their core, and their Obsession, which can be said to be an emotionally charged motivation that stems from strong emotional stimuli during life. Ghosts are creatures of feeling, of sentiment and emotion and memory, and all of those both factor into and stem out of a ghostly core. So to make a couple leaps: if a ghost could not communicate with a human tongue to its neighbor (who would be unable to understand the words), but they both have that commonality of a core and therefore a heightened sense of emotional minutiae, I would say logically the ghosts would then begin to develop a "language" based on feeling and sense. Multiply that effect by.....infinity, tack on a couple millennia, and you end up with a ghostly wordless creole language.

Big Question #2: Since a ghost's core, and subsequently their emotional cognizance and memory, is pretty much like a human fingerprint (individual and quite distinct), how would their language output be affected, and how would others actually be able to comprehend it?

This one is as easy as the difference between po-tay-to and po-tah-to, to-may-to and to-mah-to! What?? But that's just a joke, you say?? While it is a silly set of phrases, it also really concisely demonstrates the vast diversity of pronunciation, and is basically the reason why an international phonetic alphabet exists. Between pronunciation, accents, and the development of linguistic dialects, I think I can say that, at least on the comprehension side, a universal understanding of the Big Emotional Sentiments would have developed over time.

The interesting part lies in the idiosyncrasies of memory. A little side discussion - Danny has an ice core. Why? No idea! but I'm hazarding a guess that it may have something to do with his MEMORY and the emotions he felt when he died. Perhaps he felt the cold metal of the portal walls against him, perhaps the shock itself reminded him of the numbness associated with freezing temperatures or frostbite, maybe he felt a wintery sort of loneliness (it makes sense I swear), and all of that contributed to his development of an ice core. I can use Vlad as an example too, but I'll save that for another time.

So when Danny uses the Language of the Ghosts, he is understood by other ghosts because of a collective awareness of emotional sentiments. However, because of his ice core, which was determined by his individual emotional cognizance and henceforth informs his development, his form of ghost language will always be touched by his memory of the cold. When other ghosts hear Danny in their language, they'll not only understand what he is communicating, but they'll also be able to understand who Danny is, from the little touches of his cold memory that are infused in his communicating, once again thanks to his ice-based ghostly core.

And when humans hear it, they get super bad vibes because they can't understand the sounds and memories and feelings that the ghosts trying to broadcast to them!

I'm imagining poor Danny first learning he could speak the language, and then trying to show it off with his friends and being sad that it freaks them out when all he was trying to say was "You guys are the best" T.T

Good god this turned into an entire essay.

Does any of this even make sense?

Ultimately I just think that it's super cool that authors make Danny sound like the wintery freaky eldritch creature that he could be when he's speaking to ghosts XD

To be continued!

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #I genuinely think that I could write an entire paper on this topic #what is wrong with me #where is this motivation outside of fandom #this is super interesting to me #like what would VLAD sound like?? #What kind of a core influences the box ghost and what would he sound like?? #what kind of a core would YOU have? #What would YOU sound like? #in my danny phantom era #danny phantom lore #danny phantom fanart #dp fanart #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #the fentons #vlad plasmius #danny fenton #hell yeah

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 3 : My strongest

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Bleeding & broken.

That's how Satoru found you.

He took slow tentative steps toward you, avoiding the shards of glasses on the floor from the broken mugs & plates that he assumed you threw.

You did not even feel him approach you.

He knelt down & took you in his arms, your shoulders shaking as you cried yourself on his chest.

"None of this is your fault," Satoru said softly, "Forget that stupid man, you don't deserve to cry."

That's Satoru.

He has always been there for you, Satoru & Shoko.

He pulled you in his arms & carried you to the living room where a very worried Shoko & Meimei waited.

"Take her to the bath, we'll got it from there," you heard Meimei tell Satoru.

Your friends took care of you during that time, until you were able to get back on your feet.

Bless their beautiful souls for being very patient with you because you were very stubborn.

You started to move forward. But you did not move on right away. Your concern turned to regrets, to spite.

You began to spite Suguru Geto because Satoru was right - none of this was entirely your fault. He knew what he was doing. He's the same man who told Satoru that your skills & talents must be used to save as much non-sorcerers as you can.

He's a hypocrite.

But he was your hypocrite.

He was yours.

But it did not matter anymore.

Because you tried your best & it's time to put yourself first.

Your wake up call to move forward was when your favorite ice cream shop was set into fire along with the owner - your good friend, & with other non-sorcerers.

He is not your Suguru Geto anymore. He has become someone you don't know.

"Satoru," you called the white haired man who was resting lazily under one of the trees in Jujutsu high, "Oi Satoruuuu!"

He turned his head toward your direction, both arms under his head, "What?"

"I learned something new. You're gonna like this," you said with a confident smirk, "Turn your stupid infinity on."

Satoru remained lying on the grass, "I got them on all the time, stupid. Get on with it."

You rolled your eyes & focused your energy. Then you placed the tip of your index finger on his forehead, directly touching it, surprising Satoru, before you flicked his forehead.

"Ow! How did you do that?" He asked, sitting up rubbing his forehead, "Not bad, Y/N."

"I can finally touch the untouchable Gojo Satoru," you said smugly, sitting down in front of him, "You're not the only one who has a weird family ability. I think I inherited my grandmother's nullification ability - to which no one has ever seen for years!" You said just to tease him.

Well it's the truth. Many thought that the ability was gone, long before Sukuna's era, but your grandmother chose to live a simple life away from the sorcerer world because she just wanted to have a normal life.

Your mom inherited amplification & that's what you got. Plus nullification. So you can multiply & nullify any curse technique.

You just have to learn more about it & Gojo Satoru is the best practice material you can have.

"I guess I'll be your punching doll? That's why you're here?"

And he read your mind.

"Bingo! You are perfect for this role. Don't worry, Shoko will put your broken pieces back together after I'm done with you. I just need to get used to it. I think I can combine my techniques & use little curse energy when I nullify shit," You mused as you stared at your fingers," Meimei already taught me how to use my amplification technique well & I think I can use that to minimize the energy that use to nullify curses."

"When do we start?"

You stared at him with your pretty eyes, smiling as you tried to act adorable, knowing that Satoru would understand why you're looking at him that way.

"What? You mean now?!" He asked, standing up with his hands on his hips as he looked at you incredulously.

"Duh?" you answered, extending your arms to him as he pulled you up, "I wanna beat you at being strongest."

"You wish," Satoru answered confidently, trailing behind you as you walked back to the school grounds.

You remembered how Satoru helped you move forward. Well, not just him, your friends did a lot to help you get to where you are right now.

You focused all your energy to become stronger for a whole year.

Because one day, you know that your paths would cross & you're on opposite sides.

You swore to protect the weak like he did.

But now he is eliminating the weak.

And while you loved him so much, you can't stand for what he is doing.

"There's my princess," you felt a soft peck on your cheek, "Where were you? I have been looking for you all over the school."

You turned your head towards the man who sat beside you, "I have been here, working, when you should be too," you replied to Satoru, your now-boyfriend.

It did not hapoen right away. It was gradual.

You just realized that you were falling for him, when he told you that he has always been in love with you the same time when Suguru Geto did.

You just loved him first because Suguru was not a hard man to love.

Was.

But as you spent time with Satoru, you saw him more than the 'Strongest Gojo Satoru' that everybody sees. To you, he is just Satoru. Goofy, soft-hearted, kind, caring, smart, very laid-back & most of all, the man who brought your heart back to life.

When you thought you wouldn't be able to love again, he was there to prove you wrong.

Plus, he is the best you have ever had, yes better than your murderer ex - he made sure of it. Because if there's something to remember about Gojo Satoru, that would be his hate for losing.

Competitive bastard.

"Well you've been here for hours. You have to take a break," he said turning your chair to his direction as he pulled you toward him. He sat down & pulled you on his lap, his arms around you tiny wist, his lips kissing your neck sensually as you threaded your fingers in his hair.

"Mhmm, but we're at school. Somebody could just walk in -"

He cut you off with a kiss which you returned gladly.

"Ssssh, I locked the door," he smiled against your lips before kissing you again while he caressed your back, squeezing your ass, while you made out passionately.

He slowly lifted your skirt, your shirt already unbuttoned as you changed position to straddle him. He pushed your soaked underwear aside, tracing your wet folds, your back arched while your tongue continued to dance with his.

You kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear, mking him moan slightly as you nibbled his earlobe.

"Satoru, I want you so bad," you rasped in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

You ended up sprawled in your office table, with Satoru fucking your brains out, your work long forgotten the moment he entered you.

"Oh gooood," you muffled your moans as you don't want anybody to hear.

"Cum for me, princess," he commanded & it was like a switch that was turned on. You felt the tension building up in your belly & not long after, you were a shaking mess under him, as he continued to fuck you with no mercy.

"Not yet done with you, love," he hissed between his teeth, "Not fucking done with you yet," he said between his thrusts, "Until I get my fill, which will never be full because you are like a fucking drug to me."

You'd definitely work overtime today.

A/N : Typed on my phone. Gradually proofreading typos. Please bear with me.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk gojo #satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru

[iphigeniacomplex]

"prayer", ghost quartet (dave malloy, 2014) | "when i heard the learn'd astronomer (walt whitman, 1865) | "little god", octet (dave malloy, 2019)

[ Begin transcript:

Image 1: A screenshot from the Bandcamp lyrics of "Prayer" from Ghost Quartet. The text is black on a white screen, and styled in all caps. It says, "I WILL TRY TO FORGIVE MYSELF / FOR BEING ABSENT IN PUBLIC / AND BORED BEFORE STARS / FOR NOT REMEMBERING / FOR NOT BEING IN MY BODY / FOR NOT STARTING RIGHT NOW"

Image 2: A screenshot from the Poetry Foundation website, containing the full text of Walt Whitman's poem "When I Heard The Learn'd Astronomer". The text is black on a white screen, and in a serif font. It says, "When I heard the learn'd astronomer, / When the proof, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, / When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, / When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, / How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, / Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, / In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, / Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars."

Image 3: A screenshot from the Genius Lyrics page for "Little God" from Octet. The text is black on a white screen, and says, "We traveled into black holes, into quarks; we slipped through time backwards and sideways; we created new life forms, living suns; we watched the universe multiply, invert, spiral, disappear. We beheld an infinity of wonders---and yet we sat at our desks in stoic calculation, paralyzed by the unforgiving relentlessness of our intellect." The text from "We beheld an infinity of wonders" to "stripped of awe" is highlighted in yellow.

End transcript. ]

#it speaks! #sorry for being hashtag anti-intellectual i was just relistening to little god bc i think its a fantastic work of short speculative -> #<- fiction (highly recommended; you dont need to listen to all of octet bc it is standalone) and ive been thinking about this kind of -> #<- thing a lot lately. #alt text and transcripts bc im not sure which one is better so i figured i could try both here. hope you enjoy #ghost quartet #octet #dave malloy

[critter-casey]

“Multiplied by Infinity” (digital illustration, traditional ponderance) — CW

#pondering the universe #artists on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #cartoonists on tumblr #digital drawing #digital illustration #deep thoughts #cute alien #ocean #sea #critter casey #casey white