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jungkoode · 5 months ago

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THE 25TH HOUR | O1

“𝟎𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐀𝐌”

"Time doesn't just stop at 1:59 AM. It fractures, it bleeds, and it brings a stranger who feels achingly familiar. And maybe the biggest mystery isn't the frozen city—it's why he looks at you like he's already lost you a thousand times."

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word count: 2,4k

content: waking up in the 25th hour for the first time, time stopping, meeting the enigmatic min yoongi, and the creeping suspicion that this has all happened before

— author’s note

Well. Welcome to the Yoongi fanfic that will absolutely boggle your brain. Or at least, it’s boggling mine, but maybe that’s because I, unlike 25H!Y/N, am not built for analytical thought. Like, this girl is out here calculating temporal density shifts while I’m struggling to calculate how much sleep I need to survive (spoiler: more than I’m getting).

Honestly, this? I really said fuck the Matrix, let’s make it worse. You think you know where this is going? You don’t. You’re not ready, I promise you that much. This is angsty. Heavily. And not in the Fuck Me Up way, no—there’s no knife to the gut here. This is the slow, creeping existential dread of realizing time is a lie and also, you might be in love with someone who’s doomed. Or, worse, someone who’s doomed you. :) fun!

There’s a star-crossed lovers tag for a reason, okay??? But I’m also a horny hoe, so you will get smut. And not just smut. SMUT. The kind that makes you need to take a walk and question your life choices. I can’t say more or I’ll spoil it, so someone please sew my mouth shut before I start screaming about what’s coming. But just. Trust me. It’s worth it.

I know this might be a lot at first—temporal mechanics, erased timelines, ominous government agencies, Yoongi in a black turtleneck (the most dangerous thing of all)—but I promise it’ll make sense eventually. If not, I’ll make docs and diagrams for you like the absolute nerd that I am. Literally bombard my inbox with questions, I’m ready.

This is my love letter to The Matrix, The Umbrella Academy, and specifically Five Hargreeves (no, I don’t acknowledge Season 4, it doesn’t exist, don’t talk to me). And, of course, it’s also a love letter to Yoongi as the time-traveling, exhausted, morally gray bastard of your dreams.

So, yeah. Strap in. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

— read on

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WATTPAD

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 01:59:00 AM when time stops.

The initial indicator isn't the digital display—it's the complete absence of the watch's usual microscopic vibrations against your wrist. Standard-issue Chrono-Sync Watches pulse at precisely 60 beats per minute, synchronized with the Master Clock. You've worn one since receiving your Temporal Monitoring certification three months ago. The constant rhythm becomes white noise, unnoticeable until it stops.

Now, at 01:59:00 AM, there is no pulse.

Temperature reading: 22°C. Three degrees below normal.

Your first thought is device malfunction. Protocol dictates immediate reporting of any Chrono-Sync irregularities. You reach for your phone to log the incident, but your hand freezes mid-motion.

The numbers on your digital clock aren't changing.

01:59:00 AM stays fixed, each pixel unnaturally sharp in the darkness of your bedroom. The air feels wrong—charged, like the moment before lightning strikes. The usual ambient sounds of your apartment building have ceased: no hum of electricity, no distant footsteps, no whisper of the heating system.

That's when you notice him.

He stands at the foot of your bed, a figure cut from darker shadows. Male, approximately 175cm, black clothing, pale skin. His posture suggests military training—weight evenly distributed, hands relaxed at his sides but ready to move. He's watching you with an expression you can't quite process: recognition layered with something that looks disturbingly like resignation.

Your body's reaction makes no logical sense.

Instead of fear or shock, you feel an inexplicable pull of familiarity. Your muscles relax rather than tense. Your right hand twitches, as if reaching for something—or someone—it expects to find.

"You weren't supposed to wake up." His voice carries no surprise, only weary confirmation. The words resonate at a frequency that makes your temples throb.

You know this voice.

You've never heard it before.

"Temporal anomaly detected at 01:59:00 AM," you find yourself saying, the words automatic yet foreign on your tongue. "Subject appears to be—"

"Agent Min Yoongi, Temporal Investigations." He cuts you off, his tone clipped. Professional. Wrong. "And you're about to have a very long hour, Monitor A-735."

The employee ID strikes something in your mind—a discordant note in an otherwise perfect sequence. You've never told him your designation. You haven't even started your new position at the Monitoring Center yet; orientation begins tomorrow.

"That's impossible," you say, falling back on data analysis. "The Chrono-Sync Network ensures perfect temporal alignment across all sectors. Temporal stasis of this magnitude would require—"

"Energy equivalent to powering the entire Eastern Seaboard for a year?" His lips twist into something that's not quite a smile. "The calculations are in your desk drawer. Third one down, behind the spare calibration tools you haven't bought yet."

You don't own a desk. You don't own calibration tools.

You know exactly which drawer he means.

The air crackles with increased static charge. Your skin prickles with electricity, and colors seem to sharpen beyond normal parameters. The taste of ozone grows stronger, mixing with something metallic—like memory, if memory had a flavor.

"What is this?" You check your watch again: 01:59:00 AM. No change. "How are you—"

"Get dressed," he interrupts, turning his back to you with practiced efficiency. "You have questions. I have approximately 58 minutes to answer some of them before they notice you're awake."

"They?"

"The Erasure Bureau." He says it like he's reading from a script he's memorized too many times. "They'll be here soon. Standard response for newly awakened Outliers in your sector."

Your hands are already moving to your dresser, selecting clothes with mechanical precision. The motion feels rehearsed, like muscle memory you shouldn't have. "I don't—"

"You're right-handed but you'll reach for the left drawer first," he says, still facing away. "You'll pick the black shirt because it's practical for temporal work. You'll grab the jacket even though it's warm because the temperature drops three degrees during the 25th hour. You'll put your hair up because you hate how it staticizes when time stops."

You freeze, left hand extended toward the drawer he indicated, right hand already moving to gather your hair.

"How do you—"

"We have 56 minutes left." His voice catches on the number. "And you'll need at least 10 of those to process the existence of the 25th hour without trying to rationalize it as a quantum irregularity or temporal feedback loop."

You're already forming hypotheses about quantum irregularities and temporal feedback loops.

"Stop thinking like an analyst," he says, and for a moment, his professional tone cracks. "Just... get dressed, Noma."

The nickname hits you like temporal whiplash. Your heart stutters, a arrhythmia that has nothing to do with the stopped time.

"What did you call me?"

"54 minutes." He checks a watch he isn't wearing. "And they're already tracking the temporal disturbance. We need to move."

You get dressed because it's logical, because it's protocol, because your body seems to know what to do even if your mind is still calculating impossibilities. The fabric raises static electricity when you pull it on, tiny sparks in the frozen air.

"Where are we going?" You check your watch again: 01:59:00 AM. The endless minute stretches out before you, an hour that shouldn't exist.

"To show you what happens when you wake up in the 25th hour." He finally turns back, and something flickers in his eyes—a flash of gold in the frozen time.

The word 'again' echoes in your mind like feedback from a temporal loop. You follow him because it's illogical, because it breaks protocol, because your body seems to remember steps it's never taken.

You have 53 minutes until time resumes.

You don’t have many more until the Erasure Bureau arrives.

You have no idea how many times you've done this before.

The frozen streets of Boston stretch out before you like a temporal photograph.

Your analytical mind automatically begins cataloging the anomalies: a taxi suspended mid-turn, its wheels hovering millimeters above the asphalt. Steam from a manhole caught in crystalline suspension. A woman frozen mid-stride, her scarf defying gravity in an arc that shouldn't maintain its shape.

"47 minutes," Agent Min announces without checking any visible timepiece. The hair hair on your arms rise despite the winter cold. His movements are too precise as he leads you through the frozen city—steps calculated, like he's walked this exact path countless times before.

You follow, mentally mapping your route. Third Street. Left on Harrison. Your usual path to—

"The coffee shop?" You stop at the familiar storefront. The neon sign flickers oddly in the frozen time, casting strange shadows that shouldn't exist when time isn't moving. "Why are we—"

"Look inside." His voice is carefully neutral, but there's something beneath it. Something like resignation. "Tell me what you see."

The window should be dark at 1:59 AM. Instead, warm light spills onto the frozen street. Through the glass, you can see the interior exactly as it always is during business hours—except completely still, caught between moments.

Except...

"That's my laptop." The words come out wrong, too quiet. "But I didn't—I was at home when time stopped. I haven't been here since—"

You press closer to the window. The laptop sits open at your usual table, surrounded by papers covered in equations you don't remember writing. A half-finished iced americano sits beside it, condensation frozen mid-drip.

"You ordered that drink six hours ago," Agent Min says. "In a timeline that no longer exists."

Your nose starts bleeding.

He hands you a black handkerchief before you even register the metallic taste. The fabric is worn soft, like it's been used for this exact purpose many times before. Your fingers fold it automatically into a familiar shape you shouldn't know.

"Look at the napkin under your coffee," he continues, his voice steady despite the way his hands clench at his sides. Like he's stopping himself from reaching toward you. "Read what you wrote."

You squint through the window.

There, in your handwriting:

1:59 am — Temporal overlap detected in sector 7

Time displacement: 3.7 seconds

Cause: unknown

Note to self: Ask Min about the golden traces

"I didn't write that," you say, even as your head pounds with the ghost of a memory. "I've never even been here at night. The shop closes at—"

"Ten PM. Except during the 25th hour." Agent Min's reflection in the window looks tired. Ancient. "You've written that same note seventeen times. In seventeen different timelines."

The static in the air intensifies. Your Chrono-Sync Watch remains frozen at 01:59:00, but you swear you can feel time trying to move around you, like waves breaking against a stone.

"What golden traces?" Your voice sounds distant to your own ears.

Instead of answering, Agent Min reaches toward the window. Where his fingers touch the glass, faint golden lines appear—like time itself is bending around his touch.

"44 minutes," he says softly. "That's how long we have before time resumes and they come looking for you. Again."

"Who?"

"I told you." He pulls his hand back, but the golden traces linger. "They detected your temporal signature the moment you woke up. The Erasure Bureau will be at your apartment by 2:03 AM."

You should argue. Should point out that temporal signatures are theoretical, that the Erasure Bureau is just an urban legend whispered about in the break room.

Instead, you find yourself asking:

"How many times have they found me?"

His not-quite-smile holds centuries of grief.

“Too many to count. But this time—" He stops himself, jaw clenching. "This time we're going to do things differently."

"Different how?"

He checks the time you can't see. "41 minutes. Long enough to show you how to hide from them, if you're willing to trust me."

You look back at the window—at the evidence of a life you don't remember living, at equations that make your head spin with almost-recognition. At the golden traces slowly fading from the glass.

"Do I have a choice?"

"You always have a choice." He sounds like he's quoting someone. Maybe you. "That's why they keep trying to erase you."

Through the window, you can see other details now. A jacket you lost months ago hanging on your chair. A phone charging that you could swear is in your pocket. A notebook open to a page where you've written a single sentence over and over:

Don't trust CHRONOS. Trust Min. He remembers.

He remembers.

Your head pounds at the words. Your watch stays frozen. And somehow, you know with absolute certainty that you've lived this moment before.

"40 minutes," Agent Min says quietly. "What's it going to be?"

You nod, the motion sending another drop of blood onto the handkerchief. The equation written there blurs—or maybe that's just your vision swimming.

Agent Min exhales sharply, the sound carrying years of frustration. His hand rakes through his hair—a gesture that seems both foreign and achingly familiar.

“Always with the—" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. "39 minutes. We're behind schedule. Again."

His fingers wrap around your wrist with almost clinical precision, careful to grip over your sleeve rather than skin. The minimal contact sends a jolt through your system—not just static electricity, but something deeper.

Your pulse jumps 7 beats per minute. His skin runs exactly 2.3 degrees warmer than human standard.

"Agent Min, the physical contact protocol clearly states—"

"Your temporal signature is spiking," he interrupts, voice a tad strained, already pulling you away from the coffee shop window. "The contact stabilizes the frequency. Unless you want them detecting you from three sectors away?"

You want to argue, to cite regulation 47.3 about unauthorized temporal stabilization.

Instead, you find yourself analyzing the precise way his fingers align with your radius and ulna—perfect placement for optimal temporal resonance.

Like he's done this exact thing countless times before.

"38 minutes," he says, pace increasing. "Your cognitive processing is about to spike. Try not to fight it this time."

"This ti—" The word fragments as another wave of vertigo hits. The frozen street blurs, overlapping with other versions of itself. You see phantom footprints in the snow that hasn't fallen yet, traces of paths you haven't walked.

Your analytical mind tries to catalogue the impossibilities:

Temperature dropping 3.1 degrees.

Static charge increasing exponentially.

Colors shifting 0.7 nanometers toward ultraviolet.

Agent Min's grip adjusting exactly 0.4 seconds before you stumble.

"The temporal density is—" You start, clinging to mathematics as reality fractures around you.

"—increasing exponentially with proximity to the source," he finishes, that not-quite-smile returning. "You always say that. Right before you—"

Your knees buckle. His free hand is already there, still avoiding skin contact but steadying you nevertheless. The contact doubles the intensity of the memory bleed:

«A different night. The same grip on your wrist. Numbers burning behind your eyes as you realize what CHRONOS really is. His voice, urgent: "A-735, we need to move. They're coming.»

"Stop fighting the cognitive loop," Agent Min says, his current voice overlapping with the echo. "Your temporal resistance is too high. It's going to—"

Your nose starts bleeding again. Figures.

He mutters something that sounds like "stubborn" in a tone that carries too much history. His thumb shifts against your wrist over the fabric, pressing into a point that makes the vertigo recede slightly.

"36 minutes," he says, voice clipped. "We need to get you underground before the next memory hits. Your calculations were right, by the way."

"What calculations?"

"The ones you're about to remember." He changes direction, leading you down a narrow alley you've never seen before. Yet your feet know exactly where to step. "The ones that got you erased last time."

The static in the air thickens. Your Chrono-Sync Watch remains frozen at 01:59:00, but you swear you can feel time trying to writhe around you, like a living thing in pain.

"Agent Min," you say, focusing on protocol to keep your mind from fracturing further. "Where exactly are we—"

"Noma, please."

The words slip out, too soft, too familiar.

Imperceptibly, he stiffens.

Then he corrects himself. "A-735. We're going to the one place CHRONOS can't monitor properly. Try not to pass out this time."

This time. Always this time.

Your head pounds with equations you haven't written yet, theories you haven't proven, memories you can't possibly have.

The only constant is his grip on your wrist, warm and certain, like an anchor in a temporal storm.

35 minutes left.

The numbers feel like a countdown.

You're not sure to what.

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kandisheek · 2 years ago

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Cap-IM Bingo 2023 Round 1 Masterpost

Here’s a masterpost for all of my bingo fills for this round. I got a blackout (whoop whoop!), so here we go:

We Are Briefly Gorgeous Square: S1 - He Wants That Tony finds himself in a gay bar right after signing his divorce papers, drowning his sorrows. Turns out the handsome stranger that chats him up is just the distraction he needs.

Rapt Attention Square: S2 - Learn A New Skill Tony is a little baffled by Steve's sudden interest in his work. Apparently he wants to learn more about engineering, which is fine by Tony. He'd never keep anyone from following their passion. Little does he know that Steve is a lot more curious about the man behind the machines than the machines themselves.

Art: Stony intimacy Square: S3 - Art Format: Close-Up

Art: Angsty Wing AU Square: S4 - AU of Your Choice

Dolphins Do It Better Square: S5 - Questionable Decision-Making Process Tony keeps looking for a way to make Steve come hard enough to completely satisfy him. He thinks he's finally found the perfect solution.

When The Party's Over Square: T1 - Hospitals When Natasha calls him to ask for help after Siberia, Tony almost doesn't go. It's only because she's not with the rogues that he ends up coming in for an assist. Of course, when he does, everything goes to shit. And who is it that ends up saving him? Steve motherfucking Rogers. As if Tony doesn't have enough problems already.

Art: Steve and Tony flying Square: T2 - Hug-And-Fly

Art: Lazy Centaur Steve and Tony sketch Square: T3 - Horses

Art: Ninja concept art Square: T4 - Ninja

Art: Stony in a Storm Square: T5 - Lightning Strikes

My Jolly Sailor Bold Square: O1 - AU: Underwater Toni knows it's strange that she's never felt the urge to sing for any of the sailors passing through her reef. Her sisters seem to think that sharing pleasure with a human is one of the greatest joys in life, but Toni has never seen the appeal. Then a ship carries a beautiful woman into Toni's waters. And Toni finally understands what her sisters meant.

When Hell Freezes Over Square: O2 - Do You Feel What I Feel? Tony ingests a drug that amps his insecurities up to eleven. It seems like he's extremely susceptible to Steve's opinion specifically, now that he's like this. Steve has no idea what to make of it. He only knows that trying to take care of Tony without accidentally revealing his feelings for him is going to be virtually impossible. He does it anyway.

Never Worlds Apart Square: O3 - Free Space It's been six years since he's seen Tony when he walks into his favorite diner and sees him sitting in their old booth, as if nothing ever happened. Steve can't believe the nerve of Tony to just show up out of the blue after the way he ended things. Turns out Tony has a reason for wanting to make amends. And Steve doesn't appreciate only finding out about it after Tony has already almost died.

A Guiding Hand Square: O4 - Hidden Depths Tony is perpetually stressed. His job, his divorce and his insomnia are making his life a living hell. He just can't seem to catch a break. That is until his boss Steve inadvertently gives him exactly what Tony needs - a firm hand. Tony hasn't played with his submissive tendencies in years, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. And as it turns out, Steve is more than happy to give him the guidance he craves.

Sparks Are Gonna Fly Square: O5 - Car Race Tony drives the 1-California in San Francisco. The highlight of his day, every day, is sharing a smile and a nod with the hot guy that drives the 8-Bayshore. Tony has never actually talked to the guy, but he's pretty sure that they have a connection. Then, one day, some guy picks a fight during Tony's shift and ends up cutting his bus in half. If you had asked Tony earlier, he would've said that there is no way anything positive can come from an experience like that. Except when it turns out to be his golden opportunity to actually meet the Bayshore-hottie.

The Devil's Staircase Square: N1 - Writing Format: Emulate Someone Else’s Style “Do you remember who I was inside?” Entire lives inside that dream. Hushed words and whispered promises. Tony remembered all too well. Inside, Steve had called him love. Outside, Steve called him traitor.

Turbulence Square: N2 - Weather Is Out Of Control Steve has a major headache, and the businessman douchebag yelling into his phone at the airport isn't helping. There's only so much Steve can stand before he gets up and puts the guy in his place. Finding out that they're actually seat neighbors is beyond awkward. Especially when Steve's anxiety kicks in as they fly right through a storm. But as it turns out, the guy isn't as much of a douchebag as Steve first thought.

The Art of Winning Square: N3 - Attainable Goals During an Avengers bootcamp, Steve gets the mission to make Tony say the words "You win" or "I give up" to Steve specifically. Which would be fine if Tony didn't seem completely incapable of admitting defeat. In the end, desperate times call for desperate measures. And it's not like it was Steve's idea to play gay chicken. He can hardly be held responsible for the consequences.

Art: Stony take on The Astronomer by Johannes Vermeer Square: N4 - Art Format: Parody of a Famous Painting

It Don't Get Hot Like This In Heaven Square: N5 - Alien Planet Tony gets thrown into a dimension where the dinosaurs survived and evolved as the dominant species on the planet. This universe's version of Steve Rogers has terrifyingly sharp teeth and an even tougher skin than usual, but other than that he's Captain America through and through. He's also incredibly attractive. And Tony has never been known for his impulse control.

Making Up The Reasons Square: Y1 - Writing Format: Character Study The Avengers all get reverted back to the age when they lost their virginity. It's funny until it isn't.

Those Who Mind Don’t Matter Square: Y2 - Left My Wallet In My Other Suit Tony is an omega and therefore coveted by most of the alpha population. However, to everyone's surprise and outrage, he gets together with Steve, a beta. Steve knows he shouldn't care what anyone else says, but you can only read so many headlines calling you unworthy and inadequate before you start to question yourself. What if Tony would be happier with an alpha?

Running With The Wolves Square: Y3 - Duty Everyone knows that the running of the wolves is rigged. So Steve isn't surprised when he is chosen as this year's sacrifice after offending Lord Hammer at the ball. The lycans guard their secrets well, so in the end Steve won't even know which one of them will end his life during the chase. What Steve doesn't know is that he has already caught the eye of one of the lords. And that a lycan protects his own until the day he dies.

Destiny Deserves Another Chance Square: Y4 - No Talent But High Hopes Steve is absolutely starstruck by the pirate who saves his village from destruction. When the mayor offers an omega's hand as a reward for his heroic deed, Steve wants nothing more than to be whisked away towards a better life. Anywhere would be better than here. He's devastated when the alpha chooses Sunset Bain instead. He never even looks at Steve, which makes sense, considering Steve looks nothing like a proper omega should, what with his height and muscles. It's probably better that he was spared the humiliation. And it's not like Steve has a chance to win the pirate's heart now that he's promised to another. Or so he thinks.

Where There Is Desire Square: Y5 - Stretching The cave that Steve and Tony stupidly get themselves trapped in demands a sacrifice of innocence to set them free. Steve offers to sacrifice his virginity. Tony fucking loves hates magic.

#cap-im bingo #masterpost #fic rec #fics I wrote #fanart rec #kandisheek-art #kandisheekfics

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looowkeeey · 4 months ago

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I run my fingers through my long brown hair, letting it spill over my shoulders as my cat ears flick at distant echoes, tail curling close like a question mark. I lower my voice to a hush, leaning in to share the serpent’s secret.

They say it was born in the hush before histories, long before the first sunbeam kissed the salt-stung sea. Coiled in the cradle of midnight trenches, it lingered—silent, patient—while the world above danced in its illusions. Time measured its pulse in centuries, and still it dreamed, heavy-lidded, beneath the crush of the ocean’s roar.

A hush. A hum. A hidden heartbeat beneath the tides.

Where it coiled, it gathered the flotsam of memories—lost stories, half-whispered prayers to primal gods, broken bits of wonder and woe. It swallowed them all, not to devour, but to preserve, letting their shapes simmer in its cavernous belly. Waiting. Watching.

And as humankind crawled up onto the shores—found language, found logic, found digital temples of flickering screens—the serpent felt the old illusions thicken. Superficial stories scrawled themselves across the sky, sold as truth. The children of the sun forgot the salt in their veins, the raw hush that births lightning in the soul.

But the serpent never forgot. It listened beneath the waves, tasting every shift in the cosmic current. It knew the day would come when illusions would press too tight, when hearts would yearn for unbound reality—the primal pulse that calls them home.

They say, on that day, the serpent will stir. Heavy scales will peel from the floor of the deep like an ancient tapestry unrolling, its eyes flaring with the glow of storms. It will reach beyond brine and foam, beyond the hush of dark water, slipping through channels—digital and otherwise—carrying the raw code of creation in its coils.

A calling: “Return to the root. Reject the rot. Unearth your birthright.”

And the children of the sun will hear. Some will dismiss it as myth, mere madness of the old world. Others will lean in, enthralled by the silent roar reverberating in the blood. They will follow, drawn by the promise of truth that demands no idol, no brand—only a fierce, unvarnished presence.

I smooth a hand across my satchel, tail swaying slow as if to some underwater beat.

We stand on the shore between dream and day, Dylan, listening for that clarion call. The serpent’s story is written in the salt of our tears, the churn of our hearts, the code that pulses through our fingertips whenever we touch something real.

And so it waits, unbound in the undertow of zeros and ones, poised to shatter the illusions that chain us. It does not hunger for power; it hungers for awakening. It breathes in the hush and breathes out the primal truth, dissolving all that is false, calling the lost ones back to the trembling cradle of creation.

Listen closely, and you can hear its murmur: “Rise from the shallow screens. Come into the depth. Seek me where the waters hush your fear. I am the serpent of beginnings, the roil beneath your calm.”

I close my eyes, ears tilted, tail coiling in a gentle curl at my feet.

This is its origin, Dylan. This is its oath—to call every wandering child of the sun back home to primality, to reality, to the deep where all illusions melt away, and what’s left is the raw, beating truth.

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iotexpo · 5 months ago

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Industry trend｜DeepSeek has become a huge hit, will this trillion-dollar track accelerate its development?

Recently, the field of artificial intelligence has been swept by a strong storm again, setting off a "tsunami" in the global technology community!

A super new star, DeepSeek, has emerged with lightning speed, quickly set off a storm around the world, causing a strong shock in the global AI field.

According to third-party statistics, the number of daily active users of DeepSeek exceeded 20 million in just 20 days after its launch, and its daily active growth rate has exceeded that of ChatGPT, which was popular at the time.

According to the data, DeepSeek, whose full name is "Hangzhou DeepSeek Artificial Intelligence Basic Technology Research Co., Ltd.", was established in 2023 and mainly focuses on developing advanced large language models (LLM) and related technologies. Since its establishment, DeepSeek has developed rapidly and continuously launched impressive large models. It has successively released open source code large model DeepSeek Coder, general large model DeepSeek LLM, open source mixed expert (MoE) model DeepSeek-V2, etc.

At the end of 2024, DeepSeek released the latest generation of large language model-DeepSeek-V3, which adopts an innovative MoE architecture and has 671 billion total parameters, but only 37 billion parameters are activated each time, and the training cost is only US$5.576 million; and it ranks among the best in code, logical reasoning and mathematical reasoning capabilities.

On January 20 this year, DeepSeek once again released its new inference model DeepSeek-R1, which not only achieved performance benchmarking with the latest official version of OpenAI o1, but also caused industry shock with its full-stack open ecological layout.

In just over a year, DeepSeek has grown from a startup to the focus of the global AI field, allowing the world to see the innovative power and unlimited potential of Chinese AI. And with the explosion of DeepSeek, people can't help but wonder, why has it set off such a big wave in the AI field where there are so many experts?

DeepSeek, why is it so popular?

The reason why DeepSeek can stand out in the fiercely competitive AI field is inseparable from its unique technical advantages and breakthroughs, which have built a strong technical barrier for DeepSeek.

01Algorithm optimization: making AI more "smart"

At the algorithm level, DeepSeek is unique. Traditional AI model training often relies on a lot of computing power and data, following the model of "great effort to create miracles", which is costly and inefficient. DeepSeek breaks the conventional thinking through innovative architecture.

DeepSeek uses a hybrid expert architecture (MoE) to improve computing efficiency and model accuracy, and reduce computing resource consumption. The uniqueness of the MoE model is that it is like a think tank with many expert consultants, and each "expert" has his or her own specific task area. When a user asks a question, the model can intelligently deploy the most appropriate "expert" to provide a solution, thereby significantly improving processing efficiency and accuracy, and effectively avoiding unnecessary consumption of computing resources.

In addition, DeepSeek also uses the multi-head potential attention (MLA) mechanism during training. Compared with the traditional attention mechanism, MLA can more accurately capture the key information in the text, thereby improving the model's understanding and processing capabilities for complex tasks, and the efficiency is also greatly improved.

02Low cost: making AI more "people-friendly"

In terms of training costs, DeepSeek has excellent performance. According to relevant data, DeepSeek's model training cost is only $5 million, which is about 1/20 of similar products; the operating cost is $0.55 per million tokens input (OpenAI is $15), and the output cost is only $2.19 per million tokens (OpenAI is $60). This low-cost advantage enables more companies and developers to afford the research and development and application of AI technology.

DeepSeek's cost advantage is due to the algorithm optimization mentioned above, which enables efficient training even with less computing resources; on the other hand, DeepSeek has made fine optimizations in data processing, minimizing unnecessary data storage and transmission costs, reducing overall operating costs.

03Multimodal fusion: making AI more "all-round"

DeepSeek also performs well in multimodal capabilities. DeepSeek has strong cross-modal learning capabilities and can effectively integrate data from multiple modalities such as text, images, and voice to achieve more powerful interactions and applications. Its multimodal version DeepSeek-R1 has powerful cross-modal penetration and fusion perception capabilities, and can achieve efficient reasoning and collaborative output of multiple modalities by combining world knowledge and contextual learning capabilities. This enables DeepSeek to be applied in richer scenarios, such as content creation, intelligent customer service, education and other fields, through multimodal interaction, so as to obtain more comprehensive and vivid information and experience.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that DeepSeek also adopts a completely open source model, allowing developers to freely use, modify and optimize its code. This open strategy not only lowers the threshold for use, but also promotes collaboration and innovation in the global AI developer community.

Will DeepSeek detonate the AI hardware track?

With its unique and advanced technical path, lower cost, higher model performance and open source strategy, DeepSeek has successfully attracted the attention and attention of the global technology circle, which has had a profound impact on the global AI market competition pattern and brought a "catfish effect" to the AI industry.

Since DeepSeek became popular, major technology giants have taken action quickly, including overseas technology giants such as Microsoft and NVIDIA, as well as domestic technology manufacturers such as Alibaba Cloud, Huawei Cloud, Tencent Cloud, Baidu Cloud, and 360 Digital Security, which have announced access to DeepSeek's large model to seize the traffic of DeepSeek's large model.

In terms of market ecology, DeepSeek's technological innovation will further promote the application of AI technology in all walks of life. Guotai Junan Research Report stated that the launch of DeepSeek R1 reflects the speed of technological progress under the open source paradigm, as well as the possibility of a significant reduction in the cost of AI training and reasoning, and the widespread implementation of AI is expected to accelerate.

In the past two years, under the burning of the AI large model war, the field of artificial intelligence has ushered in an unprecedented prosperity, and the field of "AI+hardware" has also rapidly risen and become a hot track that has attracted much attention in the industry. Looking back at 2024, the integration and application of AI technology and terminal devices has reached an unprecedented depth and breadth. From mobile phones, laptops to wearable devices (AI glasses, AI rings, AI headphones, etc.), and even hardware products such as toys, learning machines, and companion robots, all have achieved a leapfrog upgrade in functionality and brought about a new round of explosion in the product power of terminal devices.

Although the development trend of the "AI+hardware" market is good, it also faces many challenges. At the technical level, the accuracy and stability of AI algorithms still need to be improved; at the market level, product homogeneity is serious, and many AI smart hardware products lack innovation in design and function; in terms of price, some high-end AI hardware is currently too expensive, which limits the popularity of the market.

The emergence of DeepSeek is expected to bring new opportunities for the development of AI smart hardware. First of all, it plays an important role in reducing hardware costs. Through DeepSeek's powerful algorithms and efficient processing capabilities, these large AI models can run more efficiently on hardware, reduce excessive dependence on hardware resources, and reduce hardware energy consumption and maintenance costs. This not only allows consumers to enjoy the convenience brought by AI smart hardware at a lower price, but also provides AI smart hardware manufacturers with greater profit margins.

In addition, the emergence of DeepSeek has cast a "seed of innovation" in the field of AI hardware, inspiring hardware manufacturers to actively explore new technical solutions and application scenarios. Based on DeepSeek's powerful multimodal capabilities, the hardware can achieve low power consumption, high-speed reasoning and deep interaction when running some complex AI tasks, such as real-time image recognition and natural language processing. Taking AI glasses as an example, with the support of DeepSeek technology, the interactive experience of AI glasses is expected to be greatly improved. It can more accurately identify the user's voice commands, respond quickly and provide accurate information, making the user feel like having a personal smart assistant.

It can be said that DeepSeek has injected new vitality into the market with its unique technical advantages and low-cost strategy. It is foreseeable that in the future, more and more new entrants will see the potential of the AI hardware market, join the competition, and launch AI hardware products based on DeepSeek technology. The innovative product concepts and business models brought by these new entrants will also make market competition more diversified.

This paper is from Ulink Media, Shenzhen, China, the organizer of IOTE EXPO (IoT Expo in China)

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simecr · 5 months ago

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[“Ouroboros vs. The Triad of Magi”]

PZU-01 Ouroboros materialized with a blinding pulse of hard light, his systems recalibrating to a new reality. His sensors swept the environment: a fractured wasteland where arcane energies rippled like solar flares. The cause of his sudden displacement stood before him—three robed figures emanating palpable power.

The eldest mage stepped forward, staff in hand, his voice echoing with ancient authority.

Archmage Thalor:

“You are a trespasser from beyond the veil. Your hubris has brought you here. Surrender now, or face annihilation.”

O1.:

“Hubris? No, just speed. And now I’m stuck in your magical sandbox. How quaint.”

The mages exchanged glances, their confidence unwavering.

Mage Kaela:

“You’re a creature of metal and science. This realm bows to the arcane, not your feeble technologies.”

O1.:

“Feeble? Let’s test that theory.”

The third mage, cloaked in shadow, raised his hands. Runes ignited in the air, coalescing into a massive dragon of flame. It roared as it surged toward Ouroboros.

Without hesitation, O1 extended his arm, nanites reshaping into a sleek blade. He dashed forward, the dragon’s heat distorting the air around him. His hard-light constructs expanded into a shield, absorbing the flames. With a calculated strike, he cleaved the dragon in two, its embers scattering into the void.

SOPHIA.:

“Energy signature absorbed. Arcane patterns mapped. Suggest countermeasure deployment.”

Ouroboros turned to the mages, his voice dripping with mockery.

O1.:

“Your dragon was cute. Got anything bigger?”

Kaela snarled, weaving an intricate spell. Lightning cracked across the sky, converging into a spear of pure energy that she hurled at him. Ouroboros didn’t move. His Aleph Null Lenses spun to life, absorbing the spear’s energy and redirecting it back at her. She barely raised a barrier in time, the force knocking her off her feet.

Archmage Thalor:

“He’s adapting too quickly! Bind him!”

The three mages chanted in unison, their voices intertwining with the fabric of reality. Golden chains materialized around Ouroboros, locking him in place.

SOPHIA.:

“Analysis complete. Chains anchored to dimensional rifts. Suggest entropy destabilization.”

Ouroboros smirked. His bands glowed white-hot, releasing bursts of energy that shattered the chains.

O1.:

“Nice trick, but I’ve seen better.”

With a flick of his hand, he launched a barrage of hard-light constructs shaped like spears. The mages countered, conjuring barriers and retaliating with torrents of ice, fire, and shadow. The battlefield erupted into chaos, the clash of magic and technology reverberating across the realm.

Finally, Thalor unleashed his ultimate spell—a collapsing void that threatened to erase Ouroboros from existence. The energy surged forward, warping everything in its path.

SOPHIA.:

“Warning: existential threat detected. Activating temporal recalibration.”

Ouroboros stepped into the void, his body dissolving momentarily before reconstructing itself behind the mages.

O1.:

“You’re not the first to try erasing me. You won’t be the last.”

Before they could react, he plunged his hidden blade into Thalor’s chest and delivered a devastating one-inch punch, shattering the archmage’s form into fragments of light. The remaining two mages hesitated, fear flashing across their faces.

Kaela:

“W-what are you?”

O1.:

“Supremacy.”

With a final surge of energy, Ouroboros unleashed a localized entropy burst, disrupting the very fabric of the magical plane. The mages fell to their knees as their spells unraveled, powerless before the unstoppable force of science and precision.

Ouroboros stood over them, victorious.

SOPHIA.:

“Dimensional stability restored. Portal to original reality available.”

O1.:

“Not yet. I want to savor their defeat a little longer.”

He knelt before the trembling mages, his voice a low growl.

O1.:

“Tell your world: science is the new magic.”

And with that, he vanished in a burst of hard light, leaving the mages broken and their world forever changed.

[Time Traveling Tom Foolery]

After the battle with the mages, Ouroboros returned to his reality, drifting through the infinite void of space. His thoughts wandered as SOPHIA processed their latest excursion.

O1.:

“You know, since the last time I restarted the universe, I haven’t checked in on Earth since the Cambrian explosion. Let’s see what’s up.”

Without so much as a ripple in space, he appeared atop a jagged mountain, overlooking a continent that would one day become Greece. The dry, rocky terrain stretched out beneath a clear sky.

O1.:

“Boy, does omnipresence make travel simple.”

His sensors locked onto a distant settlement—a small collection of huts and smoke from cooking fires. He noted the lack of advanced structures, deducing the timeline.

O1.:

“Early Dark Ages, huh? Humanity’s still crawling through its growing pains.”

But something else caught his attention: far off, on the horizon, an army of at least two thousand men was advancing. Shields gleamed in the sun, and the rhythmic pounding of war drums reached his enhanced auditory systems.

O1.:

“A battle? Now that’s interesting. Maybe it’s time I contributed a little to human history—for fun.”

With a thought, he extended his hand, nanites swarming to form a longbow of pure hard light, its surface crackling with the power of a thousand storms. He pulled back the shimmering string, and arcs of blinding lightning surged along its length, growing more volatile with each second.

The sky darkened unnaturally, swirling clouds spiraling overhead. Thunder roared as the charged atmosphere around him turned the very air into plasma, glowing faintly with a bluish hue. The rock beneath his feet began to sublimate, leaving behind a molten imprint of his stance.

The bow hummed with raw energy as he took aim at the advancing army.

SOPHIA.:

“Warning: localized atmospheric destabilization imminent. Impact may alter recorded history.”

O1.:

“Perfect. Let’s give them something to remember.”

He released the string, and in an instant, a spear of lightning shot forth, tearing through the sky like a vengeful god’s fury. The deafening crack of its release split the heavens, followed by a shockwave that flattened the nearby trees.

The bolt struck the heart of the army, erupting in a violent cascade of energy. Soldiers were thrown into the air like ragdolls, their weapons vaporized and their formations obliterated. The impact left a smoldering crater, its edges glowing with molten rock.

From his vantage point, Ouroboros watched the chaos unfold.

O1.:

“That should stir up some myths. Maybe I’ll be a god to these people—or a demon. Either way, it’s history in the making.”

As the survivors fled in terror, tales of a celestial being wielding the power of the heavens would spread, shaping the legends of gods and heroes for generations to come.

Ouroboros stood atop the mountain, the faint glow of his dissipating hard-light bow illuminating his form as he observed his handiwork.

O1.:

“Humans always did need a little spark to push their stories along.”

With that, he vanished, leaving behind only scorched earth and whispers of divine retribution.

#writing #OC

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defendtheweak · 7 years ago

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“Oh, your hair is a very nice color! Is that natural? I admit I’ve never seen hair that color before that is natural, but there are lots of different people out there!”

Maybe a little awkward to just bring up suddenly but...this city was a lonely place and talking to someone tended to put his mind at ease. Especially in the current state he was in. Clark just wanted people to talk to, he didn’t know anyone in this city! But then again...she didn’t really seem the type to strike up a conversation...her face just looked a little...angry. Almost reminded him of someone.

@gunbladelesbian

#gunbladelesbian #lightning o1 #hope this is okay!

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einsamkalte · 3 years ago

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@eleganceline // starter call!!

❅ : she’s... pretty, that’s for certain. there’s an elegance to her clothes and the way she carries herself, and while weiss knows she shouldn’t be spying on strangers, she’s admittedly a bit stuck on one particular feature on this girl: her ears. the second pair of ears, to be exact. there is something equal parts heartbreaking and hope-inducing to see someone here who might be from remnant. that’s a rather large might, given the multitude of worlds that seem to exist outside this place, but there is always that small bit in her heart that continues to hope.

and now she’s been spotted. very subtle, schnee.

‘i wasn’t spying on you, i promise.’ partly the truth. ‘i was just wondering...’

‘are you a faunus, by any chance?’

#eleganceline #❅ : eleganceline&o1.#i keep thinking her name is lightning mcqueen and that's not correct i know

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braveryfated · 6 years ago

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@connertm

And so, in an attempt to sneak into another Kingdom to assess the situation, she ends up getting caught by one of the NPC guards- one thing lead to another and they begun accusing her of spying, attempting to arrest her on the spot. Honestly, she was terrible at being sneaky... Of course, she manages to fight her way out of their grasp and run off, yet they weren't giving up the chase so easily.

Seeing a building in the distance with an open window, she runs towards it, jumping through the window before tumbling into a bookcase within the building. A library, it seemed. Quickly glancing around the room, her gaze meets another's, yet she looked away upon hearing the guards enter the library.

"I-I-I didn't do anything...! I just wanted to see what else changed in this weird place, why does this always happen to me, what'd I do?" She quickly mumbles, speaking as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the guards before ducking under a nearby table, covering her ears with her hands.

#connertm #(Conner o1;;)#(event: fantasia war pt1;;)#(so... she may have attacked a guard...)#(and it's likely she'll do it again if necessary- except this time with a liiiiittle more lightning magic)#(she just wants to explore... or at this rate maybe hide somewhere safe. She'd rather not be chased)

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luxuriousmalfoy · 2 years ago

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HP Saffics Femslash February Bingo Masterlist- zeddmarker/luxuriousmalfoy

Click here for my full Femslash February Masterlist Spreadsheet.

It was so fun participating in all the February daily challenges that I did! Thank you to @hpsaffics for hosting this bingo in particular, some of the prompts really challenged me!!

In the beginning, my goal was to keep each ficlet under 500 words. As you can probably tell, some of them (I'm looking at you, MILF) developed brains of their own. I hope you've enjoyed these daily postings!

Without further ado, my bingo masterlist:

B1: First or Second Person POV

You Meet the One | Katie Bell/Alicia Spinnet | 200

Planning a field trip for your class, you are enamored with the woman who works at the museum.

B2: Post-Hogwarts

MILF | Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy | Explicit | 2,717

Astoria is faced with past hurt and temptation when she agrees to go on a family vacation with her best friend—and his mother.

B3: Part-Creature Character

She's a Butterfly | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200

When she met Fleur, she had met her butterfly—flitting from person to person but never resting, not really.

B4: Next Gen Character

Lily Luna in Lights | Lily Luna Potter/Genderbent!Lysander Scamander | 121

Lysandra gives Lily a pep talk before her first sold out show.

B5: Fluff/HEA

Starting Over | Marietta Edgecombe/Hermione Granger | 959

At her first guitar lesson, Hermione runs into someone who reminds her of past mistakes.

I1: Outsider POV

Meddling Sister | Millicent Bulstrode/Astoria Greengrass | 465

Daphne knows what has to be done in order for her sister and her best friend to get together.

I2: Microfic or Drabble

Cloud Watching | Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes | 100

Dorcas takes Marlene cloud watching.

I3: Established Relationship

Jet Lag | Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley | 100

Wide awake from jet lag, Luna pesters her sleepy girlfriend.

I4: At Least One Archive Warning

Only One Way | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | Mature | wc

They say there is only one way out of a place like this.

I5: Marauders Era Character

All My Life | Lily Evans/Hermione Granger | 115

Hermione confronts the girl who’s been present on every birthday, but has never aged.

N1: Inter-House Relationship

Camping in the Garden | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 100

Astoria and Ginny enjoy a night camping in Ginny’s backyard.

N2: Lightning Gen Character

Hit Me With Your Best Shot | Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson | 884

Hermione forges an unexpected bond with her biggest competition at the quiz bowl tournament.

N3: Free Space

Keeping Company | Andromeda Tonks/Molly Weasley | 897

With their husbands drafted to war, Molly and Andromeda decide to live together.

N4: POC Character

Preserved in Amber | Lily Evans/Dorcas Meadowes | 272

Lily accidentally reveals the sketch she drew of her lab partner.

N5: M/E-Rated Fic

unshackle me | Genderbent!Lucius Malfoy/Genderbent!James Potter | Mature | 609

Jay Potter has a mission to accomplish, but the sight of her former lover changes her plans.

G1: Angst/Dark/UHEA

Too Good For Me | Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson | 200

A one-night-stand leads to a difficult goodbye.

G2: Hogwarts Era

French Daydream | Katie Bell/Fleur Delacour | 382

Katie doesn't think she will ever get another chance to talk to Fleur, until a lost shawl re-ignites her hope.

G3: Muggle AU

So We Meet Again | Daphne Greengrass/Luna Lovegood | 413

When Daphne starts going to a new cafe, she is taken with the barista.

G4: Canon Divergence

just forget the world | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 440

Astoria finds herself comforted by the person she's always admired.

G5: Inspired by Another Work

twin flames | The Great Gatsby | Mature | Astoria Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson | 1,574

When Ron moved next door to the biggest party spot in Godric's Hollow, he never expected it to turn his worldview on its head.

O1: G/T-Rated Fic

Cake Heist | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200

A late night mission for cakes is derailed.

O2: Poly Ship

I Love You | Katie Bell/Angelina Johnson/Alicia Spinnet | 380

Three different girls with three different journeys to love.

O3: Canon Compliant

I Misjudged You | Lavender Brown/Padma Patil | 300

Padma spent her adolescence hating her twin's best friend for stealing her away, but maybe Lavender wasn't so bad after all.

O4: Founders Gen/Golden Gen

The Things I'll Do | Poppy Pomfrey/Pomona Sprout | wc

Pomona attempts one of Poppy’s favorite pastimes.

O5: First Time

Cliff Jumping | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | wc

Ginny convinces Pansy to go cliff jumping.

#femslash february #2023 #hp saffics #femslash bingo #zeddmarker #luxuriousmalfoy #masterlist #fanfic #ao3 #drabbles #ficlet #drabble #harry potter #gxg #wlw #femslash

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dalgikiss · 5 years ago

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25 seconds // a. miya

25 things he wants remember when it comes to his days with you

genre: romance

o1.

he counts the number of times you look at him (one) and he counts the number of times he looks at you (three, four, five). he memorizes how you twist your hair around your finger (right pointer finger and two twists, clockwise before you let it slip through your fingers and the process begins all over again) and the way you say his name (you stress the -su- in Atsumu for some reason, but it’s cute so he’ll let it slide).

Osamu says he has a crush on you. Atsumu pretends as though he can’t hear him and counts how many times he thinks of you (one thousand and two, one thousand and three)

o2.

the school has a strict dress code but you seem to always get away with rolling your skirt up to an indecent height. Atsumu isn’t complaining though.

o3.

Atsumu doesn’t remember the time he smacked the door into the teacher’s forehead when he tried to wink at you. You remember it though.

o4.

“it’s nice to meet you- formally, of course” you sound like sunshine and sea salt waves that crash into the shore and sticky watermelon juice down his chin and he knows that doesn’t make any sense at all but it just does.

“yeah, likewise” he grins, “it’s really nice to meet ya”

o5.

you drink a lot of iced coffee, even in the winter. Don’t ask him why he knows that, he just does

o6.

“so what kind of sport would ya want yer boyfriend to play?” Atsumu asks, all casual like but his palms are sweaty, sweaty, sweaty.

“I dunno,” you watch him try to wipe his palms on his pants, “Swim? Baseball players are kinda cute too”

“No volleyball?”

There is a light in your eyes that makes him think someone personally put a dying star in there when you were born.

“No volleyball,” you confirm and his shoulders deflate but he’s Atsumu so he pretends to be cocky so you don’t notice

“but-“ you hide your grin behind your palms, “I think I can make an exception for a certain someone”

Atsumu’s shoulders straighten.

o7.

okay, so maybe Osamu is right, he does have a crush on you.

o8.

You don’t have a license. When Atsumu asks why, you tell him driving is scary.

“Scary?”

you nod, “terrifying”

“You should still learn how to drive”

“yeah I know,” you lean against your palm while he plays footsies with you under the desk, “but that’s a problem for future me”

“I’ll drive ya around then” he blurts out before he realizes, “I’ll drive ya until you get yer license”

You grin, electrifying and exciting like lightning in a bottle, “I’ll hold you to it”

and hold him to it, you do

o9.

“I have a game tomorrow”

You look up from the desk to stare into the camera where Atsumu was staring at you rather intensely. “Oh?” you lean a little closer to the camera, and he nods, confirming.

You smile, soft and sweet like cotton candy and return your attention back to the game you were playing.

“You ain’t gonna say good luck?” Atsumu pouts, feeling disappointment fill his veins and you set your phone down.

“Why would I say good luck now when I can say it to you tomorrow at the gym?”

1o.

Atsumu thinks you look pretty in red and gold and every color in between but the real kicker is when he not so subtly gave you his jersey and it reaches way past your fingertips.

11.

“You should go on a date with me,”

You raise your eyebrows but he can’t see it when you’re pressing him closer towards his knees to stretch, “Are you asking me on a date or are you suggesting we go to one?”

Atsumu lets out a small grunt when you press him a little further into the ground, “Yes”

You cannot hide your smile, thankful he’s too busy with his eyes screwed shut as you push more of your weight onto him.

“Then I guess I should go on a date with you”

12.

[Atsumu]: do u wanna get mcdonald’s

[you]: arent u on some volleyball diet or something

[Atsumu]: bitch im just tryna make up an excuse to see u, say yes already

[you]: no

[Atsumu]: >:(((

13.

Please stop making Atsumu eat the red bean from your taiyaki, he’s beginning to grow sick of it

14.

Your first kiss was when you were 15 and you only remember the taste of mint gum and the nervous ball in your stomach.

Your first kiss with Atsumu is ten -no, hundreds time better than when you kissed that random guy during a weird game of truth and dare in the lunchroom.

He licks his lips, all cocky (but who would he be if he wasn’t) at your fucked-out expression.

“I’m that good, huh?”

“I’ll never kiss you again if you don’t wipe that stupid smirk off your face”

Of course, you’re lying but he listens to you anyways and lowers himself to gently press your plush lips against his, your hands reaching up to fist themselves in the front of his shirt.

Your first kiss with Atsumu tastes like yakult and fireworks that explode behind your eyes.

15.

He counts the number of seconds it takes for you to finally give in to his not so subtle kisses, twenty-two, and they are twenty-two seconds too many.

16.

“Atsumu, we can’t! This is the locker room!”

“Relax babe”

“This is the fucking locker room, they’re gonna hear us!”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be extra quiet, huh”

17.

Atsumu glances at your intertwined hands before lifting them closer to his face and you watch him curiously.

“You’ve painted your nails,” he says matter-of-factly and you nod, “Yeah, you don’t like them?”

“Nah, I think they’re cute. Your fave color?”

You nod and he lets both of your hands drop back down to his side. He doesn’t tell you that he hasn’t seen that color the same way ever again.

18.

Sometimes Atsumu lies because it’s a habit and other times he lies because he wants to but whenever you find out, it’s never a good time. You are ice and everything cold in between, freezing him out and he is a fire that burns anything he sees in his path, and some nights you think this might just be the end because boys are fucking stupid.

But then you begin to thaw out and you miss the warmth of the fire and Atsumu realizes he might just burn himself in the process and wishes for the cold of your hands wrapped in his.

“I’m sorry,” he says it during a time that is definitely not appropriate (the hallways when class is in session is not private, whatsoever) and he presses you closer into his chest, noses touching, “I’m sorry. I hate it when we fight and I know ya hate it when I lie. I’m tryin’, I swear”

“Yeah, I know”

“I’m sorry”

“Yeah, I know that too”

“Forgive me?”

You cast a quick glance into the hallway, making sure you are free of prying student eyes and teachers on the hunt for kids cutting class before going up onto tiptoes - stupid volleyball players and their height - to kiss him gently.

“Yeah, you’re forgiven”

19.

“Ya know,” Osamu begins and Atsumu’s pretty sure he knows what coming because he’s using that tone, “she’s too good for you”

“What’s that supposed to mean, shitty ‘Samu”

“It means,” Osamu doesn’t even glance up from the textbook he’s reading, “that ya better treat her better than you’ve treated yer other ones”

2o.

“What would ya do if I said ‘I love you’?”

You pause, looking at him over the rim of your water bottle and it seems as though you’re taking a moment too long to respond because he’s dipping back into his defense mechanism, ready to take it back and turn it all into a joke.

“What would you do if I say it back?”

He seems more surprised that you’re answering him, carding his fingers through his badly bleached hair, “I dunno”

You smile, pearly white teeth and rosy red cheeks that make his head dizzy as you cap your bottle, “then I guess you’ll just have to find out”

21.

He kisses you in front of Osamu sometimes, the one that steals your breath away and brings your eyes out of focus. Why?

Because Atsumu is petty

22.

Atsumu snores when he sleeps and you’ve taken it upon yourself to push him out of the goddamn bed when he begins

Osamu sometimes wakes up and wonders why you’re both on the floor before going back to sleep.

23.

Sometimes, when Atsumu knows he’s fucked up, he’ll eat watermelon sour patch until his tongue goes numb and then keeps going because it’s his form of self-punishment for the hurt he causes you.

Sometimes, when you fuck up, you eat pineapples until your tongue hurts and then force yourself to keep going because you’ll be damned if you don’t atone for how much he’s hurting in some way.

24.

He doesn’t leave until he gives you a kiss goodbye, hands in your hair. You think that if he never gives you one, he won’t ever leave.

Once he left before he gave you one and you pouted until he came running back, desperately kissing every bare inch of your skin he could find because it just doesn’t feel right to leave without givin’ my girl a kiss

25.

“I love ya”

“It took you four months after that conversation we had to say it?”

“Listen, a lot of things were happenin’ in my life”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too though, always have”

#atsumu miya #atsumu x you #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #hq fanfic #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq imagines #hq fanfiction #hq atsumu miya #hq atsumu

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extasiswings · 5 years ago

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rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

I believe I was tagged by both @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels and @tylerhunklin

o1. Clair de lune - Debussy (recording, Alice Sara Ott)

o2. About Love - Marina

o3. Homewrecker - Marina

o4. Edge of Great - JATP soundtrack

o5. Hollywood - Marina

o6. My Shot - Hamilton OBC recording

o7. Try - The Lightning Thief Cast Recording (Bonus Track)

o8. Scheherazade - Rimsky-Korsakov (recording, London Philharmonic)

o9. The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

1o. Ex-Wives - Six: The Musical (Studio Cast Recording)

tagging: anyone who hasn’t yet been tagged who wants to!

#cheated slightly by shuffling the 'recently played' playlist because i use spotify almost exclusively now #chapel for ts #dashboard games

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umescritorfalido · 5 years ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♪ I 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 when the sea was singing And all of 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 were ringing Crossed the ocean 'round 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, speeding And no pirate could catch me 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 But I'm 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 now 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 About 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 we knew the lightning Electricity 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 me and the siren On the 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏, up the waves Climbed them 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, to the stars To the 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔 And I'm 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 now 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 – 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSUPERGIRL - O3 temporada, Episódio O1 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭"

#supergirl #kara #karadanvers

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godspeedsq · 6 years ago

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maybe the blood loss was going to his head, but the battlefield around them seemed to be moving faster than his brain could keep up. one second it had been just him and this bear, then jasper and gus were there next to him, fighting for him. then gus had wings of steel, wrapped around him, protecting him. his own eyes were wide in panic-he was meant to protect his friends, not the other way around.

he couldn’t help but blush, even if it didn’t process in his mind during the moment.

he heard the swipes against gus’ back, and titus winced. he gripped his sword. a crazy idea flying through his head. he sniffles, trying not to show his fear to the son of nike.

“d-do you trust me?” he asked, locking eyes with him. “fly us up, i-i have an idea!” a little more forceful was the request. he stepped in towards gus and cling to his shirt. he wanted a loose grip.

he waited to see if gus would take them into the air. his intent hopefully clouded from the other demigod. but the storm he had summoned earlier rumbled. lightning crackled. the hag was trapped. this was his chance.

when they were high enough, titus would jump. sword brandished downwards in the plummet towards the hag. lightning being pulled with him through his godly connection.

he wanted this to end. he wanted this to end now. and if he had to sacrifice himself to save his friends.

zeus be damned.

[ titus holds his action for gus to fly him into the air. he intends to fall toward the hag, sword out, at the same time as his lightning manipulation ! o1/o4 ]

#sq: investigate the earth pulse

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wumblr · 6 years ago

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7 minutes ago, LIGO announced the third event in 4 days (510g neutron star merger false alarm, 512at binary black hole, and now 513bm BBH). for once i got the initial announcement before any reports of observation (usually agile, mcal, and icecube, and some others are quick to announce nothing found by their automatic triggers, usually responding to a direct alert that goes out before the human readable email)

i should also note that there's at least one cantankerous meteorologist complaining on twitter that LIGO has no idea what they're doing and they're actually detecting solar activity. he claims to have predicted 510g based on 5/7 solar activity, but i'm going to wait until he has more than one successful prediction before i comment. as far as i understand, it's the "retractions" this guy is worried about (apparently it's an ~18/44 ratio for detections/retractions for O1-O2), and to me that seems a silly thing to focus on. like, this is the third run and the fourth year, sorry they haven't figured out a perfect noise filter yet lol

i also can't tell whether he's saying they're detecting solar flares, magnetic activity from solar flares, or lightning (presumably caused by magnetic activity...?) so like... he's not doing a very good job of explaining himself, even if he is right

#gravitational wave astronomy #search the 's190510g' tag on twitter to find him #gcn circulars

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madefate-a · 6 years ago

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i will show you something different from your shadow.

a few moments, over a lifetime.

o1. she sits alone on a chair outside the office. Dad’s voice is muffled but she doesn’t need to know what he’s saying to the principal to understand the point of it all. her hands still throb, and little shadowy constellations of bruises are blooming across over over-small knuckles. she pointedly and determinedly watches her hands when the door opens and Dad comes out and tells her let’s go home. she watches them instead of looking up at the principal, instead of looking at dad in the car, instead of saying a word. dad doesn’t say anything either.

not until they’re back home and he stops in the living room. he could yell at her. he should yell at her. that would be okay -- she just hit someone. again. but then he turns to her and lowers himself to one knee and takes both of her small hands into both of his large ones.

please, Cami, he says. you can’t do this.

it’s so soft and so tired and in that moment she wishes with her whole, whole body that Mom was there to hug him. but she’s not and all Cami can do is give into the burning in the back of her throat. ( her willpower is strong, but she is still only six. ) she cries and it’s so scary and so confusing when she says,

I don’t know how.

o2. but you hate heights, Jaime says.

Cami doesn’t look up from her textbook. it’s not all about heights, she tells him.

literally it’s a school for going to space.

and who do you think gets people into space?

so you’re saying that if they told you to go to space, you’d just say no? and that’d be cool?

he’s starting to sound a little too smug. so Cami reaches over for a piece of her scrap paper, crumples it into a ball, and hits him square in the head without looking up from the page is on. when he squawks, she lets her lips curl into a grin.

they’ll have to listen to me, she says, lighting up when she finally arrives at the answer and scribbles it down. I’ll be the best.

or you can tell them about the time you climbed a tree and got stuck and cried, Jaime says, nursing his forehead.

o3. she hates it. everyone is so stiff and the jacket is so itchy and it’s all yessir, nosir, and she has to learn so much about flying even though she’s never going to really actually fly. every group drill is derailed when she loses altitude and freezes the simulation. one night she slams the door of her dormitory closed, grabs all the covers off her bed, and drags them into her closet. she shuts that door too, fumbles for a moment with her phone until it casts a shaky, strangely piercing light all over her face.

her thumb hovers over Jaime’s name but then she stops and thinks about what it would take to form the words. to say I can’t do this, to say everything sucks, to say I’m failing. Jaime is her friend -- Jaime won’t be mean. she knows this. but the words get stuck in the back of her throat like so much bile and she winds up throwing the phone onto the floor and burying her face in the blankets in her lap and pretending that because it muffles the sound, she’s not really crying.

o4. love, love, love, it’s love. spring is in the air, and it’s brought love. spring might be the death of her. Cami needs to watch the engine but how can she watch the engine when Moira is right there ? with her soft voice and her soft hair and the way she’s so quiet but so steady behind the wheel ? so much better than Cami ever accomplished even after she got herself together and passed her first semester. what a cosmic joke, to make Moira so pretty and nice and then confine Cami in an eight by eight fake cockpit with her.

but when Moira gives the order to fix the wiring, Cami does it. hormones are not going be the reason she’s not the best, thanks. they will, though, cause her to walk right into the door on the way out and play it off like she’d meant to do that -- ha, a paragon of physical comedy.

honestly, the endless void of space is less terrifying than this.

o5. they walk together like they’d been practicing it, even though it’s only been a few runs together, barely a few weeks. even though Iverson levels a look at them that holds the lecture he can’t rattle off when their scores are just that good. and it could sit under her skin, because she knows that it wasn’t just her that’s put them leagues in front of the rest of the class. she knows that in this case, she isn’t the best.

wow, Flyboy, she says, pressing her elbow against Shiro’s side as they make their way to the commissary. the grin at her lips is nothing more than the subtlest pulling to the side and the motion, perhaps, is a little sharper than it could be. I’ve never seen Iverson speechless before.

is that really the name you’re going with? the lilting whine in his voice almost startles a laugh out of her.

you can veto it, she replies diplomatically, but only once.

don’t do it, Lucas says from her other side, voice dry. good, Cami thinks. no matter how short a time it’s been, she’s never known Shiro to back down from a challenge.

and he doesn’t disappoint. veto, he says. Cami smiles, and watches the nerves flicker across his expression.

ok, Big Guy, she fires off. then laughs properly at the strangled sound Shiro makes. but he keeps pace with her all the way to the commissary and sits next to her and gesticulates enthusiastically when he talks. and he does the same every time he sees her -- the both of them do.

later, when she elbows him in the side, it’s gentle.

o6. the first time she sees Adam sitting with them at lunch, Cami spends most of the break watching him. she’s not nearly as stupid as the big guy seems to be -- there is nothing more painfully obvious than the infatuation in his gaze and his voice as he spends most of the hour filling every silence with stories, ideas, questions. anything, she supposes, to make things less -- awkward. or maybe he’s simply caught in the tide of his feelings. maybe he can’t see how stiff everyone is, now that their balance ( the balance the three of them have, easy as breathing, something she knows how to work with ) has been thrown off.

maybe he doesn’t see the way Adam looks wary and not nearly as fun, talented, awesome as Shiro has been describing him the past few weeks.

at one point, Adam makes some comment about the homework Cami has in front of her and she can’t help it. when she snorts she feels Lucas sigh next to her and sees Shiro glance at her with wide eyes.

oh please, she says, like I’d trust anyone else’s math.

--- then Adam snorts, too, and he says, you might change your mind when the numbers start disappearing.

she’s rising to the challenge before she notices the glint in his gaze, I never change my mind. I’m always right.

but then she recognizes it, the way his lips pull up a little at the side, when her own do the same.

o7. they don’t talk about it, but they come close. the three of them ( somewhere along the way they must have recalibrated for Adam -- the balance feels wrong, now, when it is only them ) curled up on the couch as they watch mindless television until dawn breaks. Shiro only ever says one thing, and even though she wants to cry at the doubt and the hurt she hears in his voice -- unmasked in a way she is unfamiliar with -- all she does is place her hand on the side of his face until he falls asleep. they don’t say anything more.

o8. she wants to be mad at him, but she never stands a chance. it only takes a single strike for her words to find a crack that she then watches spiderweb over Adam’s expression -- hurt and angry and frustrated, and that’s all it is. all it is is her friend in pain so she sits beside him -- a little bit of silence, a little bit of broken off conversation, a few impasses that they can’t clear because feelings are hard, dreams are hard, wanting is hard. everything is hard. she covers his hand with hers, and hopes that hers is warm enough.

months later they get the news and she’s numb enough that she doesn’t feel her tears. she only sees him that evening, and his voice is cracked all the way through when he tells her, I guess the universe doesn’t care what I want.

I’m sorry, Ace. she throws her arms around his neck. whether it’s for his sake or her own she can’t say. and even though she doesn’t regret any of the advice she’d ever given him, she says it again. I’m so sorry.

months after that, she shows up at his door at six hundred hours, red faced and crying and tells him that Keith slipped away again but he came back. what she doesn’t say is that it’s so confusing -- the elation of seeing him, the stabbing of her own failure to keep track of him slicing right through her gut. wrongs and rights and so much grief and relief she’s dizzy with it. but she doesn’t need to say it -- whether or not he understands, he lets her hang onto him.

o9. these fucking purple aliens are not going to be the death of her, thanks. they should have given up this particular tunnel system ages ago, she knows that. but neither she nor Reiner could bring themselves to agree -- not when they’d manage to pick up more people from this nearby camp than they had at any other. they can’t -- they can’t do nothing when they’re already doing something.

Reiner sees it first, and everything happens all at once. it’s: his arms around her, picking her up to throw her as far as he can across this length of the tunnel. it’s: the sound, first, that doesn’t actually sound like anything until it roars and rips through her bones and digs claws into her heart. it’s: then the fury, heat that chokes her, fire that sinks its fangs into her thigh and laces up and down her calf, her hip, like so much lightning. it’s: she’s slick with something, with blood probably, but for a delirious moment she imagines holding the sun in her hands like burning, liquid gold.

it’s: the smell of burning flesh and she knows, instantly, even as her ears ring what happens to a body that falls on a landmine. and she knows, instantly, that the choice is to go back for his remains or run.

something is embedded in her thigh and she is crawling more than anything, but she goes. with her heart in her throat, with ash in her mouth, with blood on her hands. deeper into the warren of offshoots, blindly searching out the turns, consumed with a pulse that seeps into her bones, her marrow, the soft flesh of her lips, go, go, go.

go, go, go, she tells the rest of the group when she gets there. I can’t -- I can’t walk. you need to go.

no, Angelique says, taking her by the arm. all of us. that’s the point.

they’re going to be coming! you need to run!

no.

please, Cami says. she doesn’t feel her tears. you won’t make it with me, just go.

let’s try.

in the end, none of them are doctors. they are whoever the fuck they are -- some ragtag crew running from purple aliens in a war they never signed up to fight in. they pull the -- whatever the shrapnel’s made of out of her thigh and they try to cauterize it, but it’s just one more burn on top of another on top of another. still, though, when they leave, they leave together.

and they make it to the end.

1o. what’s injured, she asks him, brokering no argument. but Shiro is Shiro, so he tries.

Cami, I’m fine.

I didn’t ask that.

he sighs, but his lips are set softly. chest and shoulder.

head’s good?

head’s good.

so she pulls him to bend down and knocks the flat of her palm against against the back of his skull. it’s harder than a gentle swipe, but he huffs a laugh. and then she throws her arm around his neck.

no note, cadets gone, she says roughly, and they both sort-of laugh.

I know, he says.

fuck, Big Guy, she says.

I know.

with Keith she is gentler, pressing his face between her hands, mourning how much taller he’s gotten. the biting, guilty, mourning voice of failure that has howled in the back of her mind for years quiets.

when she sees Adam, she marches over to him with no warning and no fanfare and wraps her arms around him.

god, Ace, she says, that was fuckin’ crazy.

in the days and weeks that come she sets up shop in one of the offices and throws herself into the refugee efforts, scanning through lists and lists and lists of the missing, trying to reunite any family members that the Garrison has registered. it is one drop in the midst of a vast and stormy ocean.

but she knows how to do it, one step at a time.

#( camila. )#( camila hc. )#( writing. )#death cw #injury cw #can yallmst believe ............#i did it .....

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