#complex calculation

[pratchettquotes]

"The problem with Mister Nutt is that people want to kill him."

"What people?"

Ridcully stared into Ponder's eyes. His lips moved. He squinted up and down like a man engaged in complex calculation. He shrugged.

"Probably everybody," he said.

Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

[aventurineswife]

I want Obey Me! brothers with a reader who is like Aventurine please

“Life’s a gamble, and I’m not afraid to play”

Tags: Obey Me! Brothers x Aventurine based Reader, Gambling, Complex Emotions, Dangerous Allure, Survivor’s Guilt, Emotional Walls, Vulnerability, Romantic Tension, Calculated Risk.

Warnings: Manipulation, Emotional Trauma, Mature Themes, Tension & Angst, Possibly Unhealthy Relationships.

Lucifer never let his guard down, but there was something about you, something that made him question his usually strict demeanor. You strolled into the room with the kind of confidence that could make anyone stop in their tracks. A blend of elegance, danger, and calculated charm, you had his full attention.

He watched as you approached, your eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Lucifer," you greeted smoothly, your voice a melody of deliberate calmness. "I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important."

His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “You never interrupt, MC. You simply… reframe the situation.”

You flashed a grin, the kind that could disarm any of his carefully laid plans. “I’m flattered, truly. But perhaps there’s more to this game than you realize.”

Lucifer studied you, every flicker of your gaze, every slight movement. He saw through your mask of charm—the hidden tension in your posture, the way your left hand, uncharacteristically, remained hidden behind your back. “Still playing with risks, I see. You never change.”

“And why would I?” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning your eyes toward the window, observing the moonlight dancing across the room. “What’s life without a gamble, Lucifer? A dull, predictable affair. I find excitement in the unknown.”

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “And what would you risk this time?”

Your smile remained, enigmatic, your eyes darkening with hidden depths. "Everything."

He chuckled softly, though his gaze was sharp. "Then it seems you and I are more alike than I care to admit, MC."

There was no answer, just a brief flicker of shared understanding between you two. The game was always on, whether you were playing with words or with your lives.

Mammon couldn’t help but stare at you, his gaze lingering on your every movement. Your aura—unpredictable, yet effortlessly charming—drew him in like a moth to a flame. You had that same glint in your eye that screamed danger, the kind of danger he couldn’t resist.

“Oi, MC,” he called, his voice a little more flustered than usual. “What’s the deal with all this... fancy clothes and big-shot talk, huh? Ya some kinda god of games or something?”

You gave a soft chuckle, flipping a lock of your sandy blond hair out of your face as you glanced back at him. "I like to think of myself as... an architect of fate. The stakes are high, Mammon, but I never back down from a challenge."

Mammon frowned, scratching the back of his head. “Yer freakin’ weird, y’know that? Always talkin’ like life’s a game. Ya can’t just gamble with everything!”

“Why not?” You asked, your voice smooth and enticing, yet with a flicker of something deeper. “Everything is a gamble, Mammon. Even now, we’re gambling with our time. With our choices. The difference between us is that I don’t mind losing, as long as the thrill remains.”

His eyes narrowed, unsure whether you were trying to impress him or scare him. “So what’s yer game, huh?”

Your lips curled into a smile, the edges of your grin both inviting and dangerous. “The game is simple, Mammon. Don’t fear the stakes; fear the regret of never taking the risk.”

He swallowed hard. "Guess you’ve got a point there... but maybe not all of us wanna play with fire."

You tilted your head, your eyes catching the light just right. “You’d be surprised, Mammon. Sometimes it’s the fire that keeps us alive.”

Levi was never one to deal with complicated personalities, but when you entered the room, he couldn’t help but stare. You weren’t just confident—you were unnervingly composed, and that sharp, strategic mind of yours? It sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey, uh, MC, right?” Levi muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re like... totally different from what I expected. I mean, your whole vibe is like... I dunno, like you’re always on a high-stakes mission or something.”

You gave a low laugh, the sound light but with a hint of a challenge. “High stakes? I would say it’s just life. Nothing more thrilling than walking a tightrope, don’t you think?”

Levi looked at you, wide-eyed. “A tightrope!? No way! What if you fall?”

“I never fall, Leviathan.” You tilted your head, eyes glinting dangerously as you continued, “Falling is for those who are afraid to rise.”

You seemed to glide through the conversation, your movements as fluid as a dancer. But there was a subtle tension in your posture, a hand always hidden or tucked away behind your back, a secret you kept locked in your mind. It fascinated him.

“I... I guess I get it?” Levi muttered, his fingers twitching nervously. “But... don’t you get scared? I mean, gambling with everything sounds... kinda crazy.”

Your smile was sly, calculating. “Fear isn’t the problem, Levi. The problem is living without it.”

Satan always prided himself on his intellect, but you, had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel like a mere pawn in your grand game. He observed you closely, noting how your eyes flickered with silent challenges as if daring anyone to take a step into your world.

“You seem so... sure of yourself,” Satan remarked, his voice sharp as he leaned against the wall, watching you with intense scrutiny. “It’s almost as though you see everything as a puzzle to be solved.”

“You could say that.” Your grin widened, your eyes locking with his. “Everything is a puzzle, Satan. And I... am very good at solving them.”

Satan raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “But you don’t mind playing dirty?”

You shrugged, the casual motion making your gold rings gleam. “Dirty? Life is messy. You either get in the dirt and make your play or you watch from the sidelines.”

He frowned, not sure if he was impressed or irritated by your words. “You sound like someone who’s never faced consequences.”

“Oh, I’ve faced them.” The playful tone in your voice slipped for a moment, a shadow of something deeper passing over your face. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by that same confident smile. “But consequences are just another form of the game. You play with the pieces, you take the risks. That’s the fun of it.”

Satan eyed you, a mix of curiosity and caution. “You certainly have a unique outlook. But I suppose that’s what makes you dangerous.”

You chuckled softly, your gaze never leaving his. “And yet, here you are, intrigued.”

Asmodeus was no stranger to captivating people, but you? You were a whole different level of dangerous allure. The way you walked into a room—your smile, your confidence, your playful, almost teasing nature—made him immediately want to know more.

“Oh darling, you’re a puzzle wrapped in an enigma!” Asmo exclaimed, eyes sparkling. “I can already tell you’re the type to keep everyone guessing.”

You leaned in, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face with a flourish, before meeting his gaze. “I’d say you’re half right, Asmo. It’s not about keeping others guessing, it’s about knowing when to let them in.”

He was momentarily taken aback. “So you do let people in?”

You raised an eyebrow, your smile lingering with a mysterious edge. “Sometimes. But it’s never without a price.”

Asmo couldn’t help but laugh, his interest piqued. “You certainly know how to make things... exciting.”

“There’s nothing dull about a gamble, Asmo,” you said, your voice almost teasing, yet with an underlying seriousness. “You of all demons should know that.”

Beel, despite his usual calm demeanor, couldn’t ignore the unsettling aura you carried with you. You weren’t like the others. The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself—everything screamed danger, but in a way that made him want to stay close.

“You don’t look like someone who’s afraid of anything,” Beel commented, his voice steady but curious. “Aren’t you scared of losing?”

“Fear of loss is a weakness, Beel.” Your voice was smooth, yet there was a quiet depth to it. “It’s only through loss that you truly understand what you’re willing to risk.”

Beel chewed on the words for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. “I don’t know about that... I’ve lost a lot.”

You gave a small, knowing smile. “We all lose, eventually. But we’re still here, aren’t we? That’s the real gamble.”

Beel blinked, slowly understanding. “You make it sound like there’s no escape from it.”

“Exactly,” you said, your voice more certain now. “There’s no escape, only choices. And sometimes... the best choice is to keep playing.”

Belphie, the quiet one, was strangely fascinated by you. While most people were intimidated by your demeanor, he saw something else—a deep, unspoken vulnerability behind your games, your calculated charm, your hidden fears. He couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Hmm... you don’t seem like the kind of person who sleeps well,” he remarked, his lazy voice cutting through the silence.

You tilted your head. “And what gives you that impression?”

He yawned. “I’ve met a lot of people who act like everything’s fine, but you... you’re different. Always playing your cards close to your chest, hiding behind that smile of yours.”

You paused, eyes flicking briefly to your hand, which was tucked behind your back. “I sleep just fine, Belphegor. But some things... are better left unsaid.”

His gaze lingered on you, as if waiting for you to reveal more, but he knew better than to push. Sometimes, it was the quiet moments that spoke the loudest.

“Well, if you say so.” He shrugged, rolling back into the couch. “I’m just saying, the game you’re playing? It’s got a hell of a lot more stakes than you let on.”

[texanmarcusdavenport]

I really like the idea of Marcus being a "failed android". His programming isn't seamless; he has odd reactions to certain events, he gets confused easily, he's overemotional. His internal world/self-esteem is entirely based on others' direction and approval. He's messy and disorganized while also having a perfectionist, compulsive personality. He gets fixated on odd things. His hearing is sensitive but not good at picking out distinct sounds; his vision is 70/20 but he's incapable of seeing 'the bigger picture'. He can't recognize faces. He can't see or touch screens that well. He's not a programming whiz or math genius; he actually hates technology.

He may be a feat of engineering and a mechanical marvel, but for all intents and purposes he's a fairly average autistic dude with a personality disorder.

[clonerightsagenda]

As of the end of System Collapse, SecUnit intends to travel with ART and its crew/the university rather than returning to Preservation. However, Wells is leaving some openings for Preservation characters to still appear in that context, what with Amena wanting to study at the university and Ratthi having an entanglement with one of ART's crewmembers. SecUnit is fond of Ratthi, so this may put it in the terrible position of having to actually pay attention to human love lives so it can anticipate whether Ratthi is likely to make an appearance or not.

[scarletiswailing347]

so i finally started making character notes

[buddiesmutslut]

Buck is chaotic like a dog & Lucy Donato is chaotic like a cat, and that’s why Buck is Bi & Lucy is pan, imo.

[halfbaked00q]

ngl. I want a Dom Q flavor that is like. a bit of a sadist. like maybe not necessarily a looot of a sadist. but like at least a bit of one. I want him to like. rly bully Bond. and not just in a cute way. like in a genuinely sadistic for his own haha sickos personal, gleeful pleasure kind of way.

this can include for example things like, playing with Bond (handling dick, tweaking his nipples, continuing to finger him or fuck him) after he's come and while he's like still sensitive and like getting into the overstimulated territory about it. also lmao. ...habe to admit. I found many of @/doll-tamer's posts very like. "ooh what if this for a specific flavor of Dom Q & sub Bond 👀👀👀... 👁👅👁." some examples that uhhh yeah I do gotta admit had me thinking... quite a few thots... (some of them are wow that would be gr8 to see... I want all of this but 00q.... and lowkey a couple are me going "....yea this is kind of Bond-core...." or like this is the-flavor-of-Dom-Q-Im-going-for-here-core....)

to be fair to me tho!!!!!!! I know Im not the only one cuz some of these DO in fact bear similarities to things I have seen in fic!!! So yes this is about me and myyy haha sickos personal tastes. But also I Know it also is Our tastes!!!

But also I want this specific flavorr and also.. if I could get like five more of these little blonde bitches dot meme.........

[one-bunny-a-day]

Heya! My boyfriend is a fan of bunnies, and I'm a big fan of how you draw them. Do you think you could please and if it's not a bother make a math bunny or student bunny? Thank you very much for your content! It's very nice to see it on this platform.

08/08/2023

today's bunny is better at math than everyone here and it knows it

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . but she's also rlly calculated sometimes and not super??? stable??? (which i know sounds like an oxymoron but she kind of is an oxymoron of a human being)

Eliza Clark, from Boy Parts

[asexualcorvidae]

Gym attendant that I do not like thinks GenAI is the future for technical writing, saying it’s the same as how digital calculators replaced all math jobs, too.

I point out that accountants still exist.

He does not have a response to that.

[meowmeowuchiha]

I personally headcanon that Deidara is insanely good at math, but ONLY when it pertains to his art, because to him that's the only time it matters.

Making damn near immediate calculations regarding power of an explosion + all the objects around it + locations of targets to be hit and things to avoid in order to determine exactly how shit will blow apart? So he can set off a bomb in close quarters to get his target but not severely wound himself? He's so good at that shit it's subconscious at this point

If he's asked to calculate percentages for some financial piece of bullshit from Kakuzu or something? Suddenly he's absolutely incompetent and gives a wildly incorrect estimate because he just couldn't care less and decided to spit out a random arbitrary number

Very very good at math, but only when he WANTS to be

[kylehydesaga]

i still suck at notetaking and im actively trying to figure out my time management and work flow but severe skill issue if u need ai so bad to sort out ur menial tasks and routine

[jerry-the-leech]

see i would be good at math if i didnt have to use a calculator for

11-32

[midnightwind]

half asleep and considering writing the stereotypical Rook and Lucanis have to do a job at a ball, but with Rook actually poisoning half the people there in a dramatic flourish and cackling like a maniac in the rafters about it while Lucanis just kind of stares

[origami-butterfly]

Me normally: *struggles to remember very simple mental maths* wow I'm shit at maths

Me after solving a difficult calculation no one else in my class could do: I am the maths god, and I will live forever

[ataraxetta]

Calling into a work meeting 20mins late because I was having too much fun building the excel calculator I'm working on. Nerd behavior.