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[ragunath12]

Crypto Token Standards across Different Blockchains : Comparison Guide

The guide will examine and contrast the most significant token standards across their primary blockchain platforms.

As most of us know — blockchain development technology is continuously evolving, bringing with it many distinct and diverse platforms.

Each of these platforms has its respective token standards to create the tokenized assets, define standards for interoperability, functionalities, and seamless connection to the wallets, exchanges, or dApps.

What are Cryptocurrency Token Standards?

Crypto Token development standards are pre-defined technical protocols that explain how they should be implemented, interpreted, and interact with tokens on the blockchain. The current consensus within a blockchain will thus be to conform tokens to what is predefined from the standards to ensure efficiency and effectiveness in how tokens engage and interact in the entire ecosystem. Comprehensible across all blockchains, therefore, they are defined based on the overall architecture of a blockchain, its intended functional domains, and the same audience with which it was built, but all tend to enhance usability, security, and scalability of tokens.

Ethereum Token Standards

Ethereum tokenizes the very first ever blockchain and has some of the hottest token standards.

ERC-20: The Standard for Fungible Tokens

Withstood internationally and by far the most-utilized framework of fungible tokens-assets which have no difference but are uniform, USDT (Tether), DAI, and other tokens use this standard. Six required and three optional functions have been defined in ERC-20, thus it integrates wallets and dApps seamlessly. Its widespread application has made it a pillar in DeFi (Decentralized Finance).

ERC-721: Non-Fungible Tokens (NFTs)

ERC-721 is, thus, also the standard for uniquely partitioned assets since this is the one that defines NFTs, allowing art, collectibles, and real estate to be tokenized. An ERC-721 token marks itself as unique, because it has a metadata listing the distinct properties that can be used for applications that require difference.

ERC-1155: Multi-Token Standard

ERC-1155 amalgamates characteristics of fungible and non-fungible tokens in one contract. This made it more favorable for the gaming and digital collectible industry as hybrid assets are commonly used. Because of its batch transfer capability, this multi-token standard saves much more gas compared to ERC-20 or ERC-721 token transfers.

Binance Smart Chain (BSC) Token Standards

Binance Smart Chain (BSC) is the alternative blockchain to Ethereum that is faster, cheaper, and more scalable with proper token standards that are development friendly towards speed and interoperability.

BEP-20: This is a flexible fungible token standard

BEP-20 is the main fungible token standard on BSC. Originally inspired by ERC-20, it now adds functionalities in minting and burning such tokens, while remaining compatible with Binance Chain’s BEP-2 tokens for seamless cross-chain activity, making it useful for a range of applications-from DeFi to utility tokens, and beyond.

BEP-721 and BEP-1155: For NFTs and Multi-tokens

BEP-721 and BEP-1155 simply replicate the NFT and multi-token standards in Ethereum with the advantage of cost-saving low transaction fees and faster block time for BSC users. The most commonly used standards for gaming platforms, digital marketplace, and collectibles in the Binance ecosystem are these two standards.

Solana Token Standards

This is how Solana defines SPL, the token standard, considering its outstanding performance in throughput and latency-low blockchain.

SPL Tokens: High-Performance Tokenization

Designed for Solana\’s fast and efficient network, the SPL specification is capable of working for fungible and non-fungible tokens. Being built on top of Solana’s highly parallelized execution set-up, SPL tokens are very promising for large-scale applications such as decentralized exchanges (DEX) or gaming ecosystem. Furthermore, the benefits of Solana, in terms of cheapness and scalability, are very attractive to projects with high-frequency transaction requirements.

Polygon Token Standards

Polygon provides adaptation to Ethereum standards regarding tokens while solving the scalability issues that slow one-facing other transactional standards.

Polygon-Compatible Erc Standards

Polygon is all set to have Ethereum token standards like ERC-20, ERC-721, and ERC-1155. This gives it an entirely compatibility of the Ethereum ecosystem. The tokens can be drafted over Polygon that will ensure the lower transaction cost and faster finality. Thus, the double compatibility makes it an excellent choice for projects willing to work both in Ethereum and its sidechains.

Avalanche Token Standards

With its own AVAX ecosystem, the high-speed low-cost blockchain infrastructure of Avalanche is second to none.

Avalanche Token Standards: Public and EMV Compatible

The support of Ethereum-compatible token standards (ERC-20, ERC-721) within its C-Chain (Contract Chain) is complemented by the capability of native tokens on the X-Chain (Exchange Chain) whereby developers can build assets optimized for decentralized exchanges or applications warranted with smart contract functionality.

Cardano Token Standards

Once again, Cardano chooses a different path by having native assets rather than smart contracts for tokenization.

Cardano’s Native Tokens

Unlike the use of smart contracts on Ethereum and BSC, Cardano has designed its minting of native tokens directly into its blockchain. This makes minting simpler and doesn’t incur gas fees but encourages simplicity and inexpensive tokenization, an attractive trait for many projects.

Comparative Analysis:

Conclusion

Choosing the best standard for the tokens will depend on what the specific project requires. Ethereum stands at the top as there is a larger ecosystem and dominance in DeFi, with BSC and Polygon alternatives for cheaper rates. High performance is met by Solana and Avalanche, while Cardano presents an easier way of creating crypto tokens with native assets. With this understanding of the standards, you can choose what blockchain platform to put your project in respect to those goals since this will lead to much efficiency and effectiveness of your token within its ecosystem.

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[somnas-writes]

Hc that by Illyrian standards Azriel is considered unattractive.

Illyrians are a more practical group, they’re strong and have traditions they want to follow. They live in cold mountains in camps. Strength and endurance is a top quality, and while Azriel embodies this— He doesn’t look it.

Illyrians want someone whose body reflects their strength. Huge arms, wide wings, tall and bearing tokens of war (scars but not too many scars because that then signifies defeat). Azriel is trained for reconnaissance. His job is to be unnoticeable, being a huge hulking figure doesn’t make that easy. He’s tall and large yes, but he’s not that ideal Illyrian man. Hes just slimmer that average and plays sneaky. Not the big bold way that they believe is honorable. So by the cultures standards, he’s not attractive.

Cassian and Rhys both know this, that their sworn brother is considered “unattractive” by their peers. They never really think about it because that’s their brother, you don’t go around agreeing that your partner in crime is ugly. (Also because he could totally kick their asses and hey you don’t call the guy who is covered in conscious shadows ugly)

It becomes irrelevant as azriel ends up sticking to his job and doesn’t have to often interact with large groups of Illyrians (that gets to be Cassians job).

On the flip side, other groups of fae need that man CARNALLY. What makes him unideal in Illyrian standards makes him the perfect man in theirs. Strong beyond what they could achieve, skilled, quick witted and mysterious—he’s a 10/10.

Rhys learns about this after Azriel makes a rare appearance at a large event to let Rhys know about a new development in one of his missions, the crowd immediately hones in on this hunk of a man. Later, Rhys has to deflect multiple offers of marriage from court nobles.

[whateveriwant]

what about task force 141 always admiring their s/o picture before going on field or when they’re feeling lonely and missing them

Price

Because he's old (fashioned), he carries a standard 4x6in photo of you with him during his deployment

He had the picture developed ages ago – so long, in fact, you thought he'd gotten rid of it many many tours ago (he never would, of course; he even has an extra copy of the negative stowed in a shoebox in the back of your shared closet, just in case)

Every day, he makes sure your face is the first thing he sees when he wakes up, as well as the last thing he looks at before going to sleep (just like he would if he was home with you)

When he's not admiring the photo, he keeps it in the breast pocket of his tac vest directly over his heart

He's folded and unfolded it so many times that it's starting to fade and tear at the seams, showing just how loved it is all these years later

Gaz

I can see him having a locket with a tiny picture of you inside

Just a little circular gold pendant, no bigger than the pad of first finger, which he hangs around his neck right beside his dog tags

He bought a matching one for you (which you wear all the time, regardless of whether he's home or not), the only difference is yours is heart-shaped and has a picture of him inside

Most of the time, he'll keep the locket tucked safely beneath his shirt, but will pull it out and look at it on days he's feeling particularly lonely or homesick

However, sometimes (especially when he's anxious about an upcoming mission), he doesn't even look at the picture inside – just worries the surface of the pendant with his thumb, rubbing at the thin grooves that form the looped letters of your initials

Soap

Similar to Price, he carries a larger picture of you with him – his, however, is a polaroid

You bought him the vintage style camera for his birthday a few years back, and immediately upon unwrapping it, he started snapping a bunch of candid photos of you with it

Despite how unflattering you say you look in them, he thinks you're absolutely gorgeous (after all, that's why he carries multiple with him – his favorite one always on the top of the stack)

If he can get away from the guys during the mission, he often finds himself talking out loud to the photo, speaking as if you're really there listening to him

As much as he loves to study your face, his favorite part of the polaroid is your little note scrawled across the bottom: Any more chins and I'll be using your parachute as a scarf

Ghost

This might be a little controversial but I don't think he'd carry around a physical picture of you

Pictures of you on his phone? Sure. But he's not taking his unencrypted smartphone into the middle of enemy territory, you know?

Instead, I think he carries a little trinket of yours with him – something small, seemingly inconsequential, like a hair tie or one of your favorite bookmarks

You might've noticed some things gone missing here and there, but never realized that he was nabbing them for his own little keepsake

He keeps it hidden away majority of the time, but every now and then when he starts to downward spiral, he'll pull out that token as a reminder of what (or whom) he has waiting for him back home, and it gives him the strength he needs to power through

[reztaezm]

ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂.

・・・・・・・・・・

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐���𝚠𝚊 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: smut; masturbation (m) + detailed fantasies, oral (f - receiving), impulsive initiation, unprotected sex (pls use protection), mutual loss of virginity, desire and obsession, internal conflicts, scholastic themes, pining, denial, character development (?)

𝚙𝚊𝚒����𝚒𝚗𝚐: Park Seonghwa, as an academic freak, and Y/n as an anomaly.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 5k+, plot bearing

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“Swallow your pride, or get swallowed by it.”

But such words are simply too lowly for him to acknowledge. He is grace, by definition. He dwells on the faint chatters —not even whispered— of his jealous peers. Only gold was allowed to touch his fair skin. The tokens which told everyone that surrounded him. He is an example of best.

Detached, he is indeed. But many believe that he is just way too caught up and stuck in that huge head of his. No one's ever taken a peek, but they all shared one opinion. It must be his ego driving his sanity.

Unfortunately for the tellers of the tattletales, Seonghwa lacks something everyone else has too much of.

“Do you not care?” It wasn't his fault.

It's not his fault that for some reason, some random girl still found him an ounce likable. Everybody despised him, and why shouldn't she. Why wouldn't she?

He stared at her meticulously crafted letter that he was subjected to holding approximately seven minutes. ‘Her handwriting is pretty, at least…’ — this was the only thought he had. He couldn't feel anything besides pity, especially for the thought, and the sickening shimmery designs on the letter — he thought it was unnecessary. He thought everything was unnecessary, even her feelings.

He didn't reply to her, and instead handed the letter back to her. There wasn't a single muscle on his face that moved despite the sight of the girl’s eyes watering.

People were watching, and that day, he was painted a monster. Not only cold, but unremorseful, without a doubt.

Still, he had no care to spare for their opinions. He does not attend university for such senseless things.

Amidst the rise of gossip, all he hears is rolling ball of his pen as it glides against the fine and pricey paper of his leather journal. His scrupulous writing only deserves quality materials after all.

He was hated by the population of the studious, but they do not reach his level anyways. But he was treasured by his professors, and the university itself. And why not? He is the standard for the image the institution wishes to uphold. And they believe he had it all in him to maintain this perfection — holding the highest GPA, no set-backs, no distractions, no immodest hobbies or sidelines.

It was, at that point, hard for him to mess things up. It would take a tragedy, a catastrophe to break down what has been built of him. Though, said catastrophes come in many forms he knew. And everyone has their own criteria of what falls under what’s considered a catastrophe.

He had noted this to be the greatest anomaly of his life. Never did he think it would be possible for a girl to check every box in that criteria.

Number one: sudden and unexpected.

No one was ever late to Mrs. Chang’s Epistemology. Students could barely stomach her glare whenever her lectures would be interrupted by the click of the door as it opened and closed.

A daring soul went thirty-five minutes into the lecture. But to everyone’s surprise, the late-comer was a sight for sore eyes.

Seonghwa's first instinct was to quietly scoff at such irresponsibility, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. For the first time in his life, he is amongst the crowd, and this girl — whoever she may be, is the show.

What was a stopper for many was Mrs. Chang’s reaction, which was none. She could care less about the beautiful late-comer, or the whispers that came after said late-comer had gone inside the lecture hall.

The nameless girl would find herself a seat, far into the back.

Smart. Seonghwa had thought it was a smart move. Because it would be such great disrespect to the professor if they all had their necks twisted looking back to see the late-comer. And so he thought she was smart, getting rid of such nosey eyes.

And he was no nosey-eyed dirtbag, and he had the right to look. He was distracted, and it was new to him.

He dreaded the fact that he wasn't able to be mentally present at the latter half of Mrs. Chang’s lecture. And distracted? He had never been in the proceedings of his studies. It's such a shame for him. But nobody knows yet. Nobody had noticed.

Nobody knows how he had stared at her side profile, and how his eyes traced the point from the top of her head, down to her lips. Her lips are where he found it hard to avert his gaze. As if every rule of ethics had exited his brain, he was looking as if they were in an art exhibition, she was an exclusive piece.

He thought it was such a cliché. This was just another girl. Yet, she remains as the only problem he couldn't solve as of late.

After Mrs. Chang’s lecture, he thought it would've ended there. This marks another first for him — he had thought wrong, for the first time.

Because number two, catastrophes are disastrous.

Seonghwa could convince himself that peace only comes in the library, in a space at a more hidden area which he marked as his sanctuary. It was a deserted corner. No chairs, no tables or whatnot, but it was peaceful. The carpeted floor was spacious enough for him, and any noise coming from the other students occupying the library were drowned out from where he sat.

Imagine his confusion when one particular noise seeped through. A soft humming of a girl. He thought she wouldn't see him, and so he didn't call her off for the noise alone. He brought his eyes back on the book he had been reading, but his focus was on the possibilities.

The humming minimized with every second he could count. But at the twentieth, he could hear it right next to his ear…

“Hell!”

The girl was taken aback by his reaction. She didn't know him yet, and she found his hostility unreasonable.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him whilst looking into that indifferent gaze of his. “Are you mad?”

He scoffed at her, but fell to a pause once taking in her full image. Of course he would be mad… if it wasn't her. He knew it would be best to respond and not seem like an idiot that could only stare. After having cleared his throat, he manages to utter a reply to her. “No.”

“I’m Y/n.”

His brows furrowed at the suddenness of her introduction. He didn't ask for her name, neither did he look like he was curious. Or maybe he did.

“I’m Seongh-”

“Park Seonghwa.”

She was shaking his world, unknowingly, but he couldn't do a thing about it. He was curious as to how she knew of his name- “Your nameplate.”

He gulped and almost lost his breath when she knelt on the ground where he sat and leant forward. She was way too close for his comfort, but no matter how much he thought of stopping her and pushing her away, his hands remained locked to his sides.

She had only reached for his crooked nameplate, fixing how it was pinned on his blazer.

“There, that's better, huh?” as if he was paying attention to his nameplate at all.

When she had shifted her eyes from his blazer to his face, she what met with the unexpected. He’s staring at her, in a way that would be abnormal for those who knew him. But she didn't. It was her first time interacting with this man.

“Are you okay?”

And it was his first time as well. His first time not having any self-control.

He knew he could get things done timely, but he never knew he was capable of doing something within a second, like having his hand at the back of her head, and his lips pressed against hers. His other hand was right above her hip, and he was tempted to let it wander lower.

Until she pulled away.

In that situation, it was only human to be conflicted, perplexed, or terrified even.

As it turns out, she isn't any of those. To which Seonghwa ticks box number three: catastrophes cause great damage.

He was no longer in the right headspace. Never did he envision such a scene.

He was finally holding her by the hip, because she had leaned in to kiss him again, more intensely. Seonghwa had only read it in books, or seen it in movies, but his lips led their kiss as if he had done this a dozen times over. She could feel herself being pulled closer by his inexperienced hands, and so she moved closer.

How close she was would’ve drawn the line if not for how Seonghwa was devouring her mouth. She couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her as his tongue delved deeper. His hair became her handle, and her thighs clenched around his hips. He doesn't know why, but the way she tugged on the strands of his hair wrapped around her fingers shot blood straight into his cock. She felt it. She felt him hardening below her clothed core. The sensations were foreign for both parties, and it was their hormones that drove their next actions.

Seonghwa broke the kiss, wanting to catch his breath and check on his sanity for a moment. But his cock was aching, so much so that it throbbed when he saw the look on her face. She looked high, in the most beautiful way possible. Her eyelids lie low, lips parted slightly, and skin tinted with a hint of red and warmth.

He couldn't help his hands from sliding down her soft thighs, squeezing on it with a force that made her whimper again. Oh how he loved the sound. His fingers sneaked past the end of her skirt, and underneath, slowly trailing up till he felt the fabric of her panties. He let out a low hum deep in his chest at the feel of the fabric, it was ordinary, but knowing what was underneath made him want to forget who he was.

His hand shifted to her front, using the pads of two of his fingers to feel the wetness that had formed over the fabric. His other hand remained on her thigh as if to hold her in place as he conducted his experiment, rubbing a circle on her soaking clit. She could feel it all too well since her slick had thinned the fabric for how wet it had become, and it was nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

She had her head slumped over his shoulder, and he could hear her attempts of suppressing her soft whimpers. She sounded helpless, even though he knew she was liking it as much as he was, if not more. He wanted to hear more and every sound possible for him to draw from her prey-like mouth.

He had already felt it. The tips of his fingers caught a glimpse of her soft and sensitive flesh beneath her panties when they had slipped past it. But their moment was put to an abrupt stop.

He heard it first — the footsteps were soft against the carpeted floor, but he had been way too familiar with the sound, and weight of whoever’s presence that came with it.

He hadn't taken his hands off of her, but he told her to, “Stand up.”

Which she did. Because she felt it too. If she wasn't coming, someone else was.

Her legs were slightly wobbly as she stood, but she was able to find composure and hastily pulled down on her skirt that had ridden up, then reached up her head to pat down her hair, which was incomparable to the mess that was on top of Seonghwa's head. He ran his hand over his hair, brush through it with his fingers. He knew he couldn't bring it back to its old and uniform style, but he didn't sweat it.

The two froze when they saw the librarian pass by, seemingly busy with her work. And thank God she was, because if not, she would've seen the tall tent on Seonghwa's trousers.

He still hadn't calmed himself. Even now that he had his head shot down and stared on the floor, all he could think of was the supple skin of her legs, and her weight on top of him. And she was just so pliable with his touch that he wanted to see her turn into mush in his hands.

But reality echoed in his ears when he felt the vibration of his phone. She was still standing there, probably waiting for him to say something. Something soon turned into nothing, as for the next minute, he was already heading out of the library.

Because fourthly. She had caused him personal ruin.

He had missed a class, again, for the first time. This was a loss that caused him frustration, but only less than he’d hoped. It would take a tragedy before one declares themself ‘screwed’, however, this one bump in his strict and once rigid schedule was enough for him to conclude otherwise.

He sat on a bench of an open hall, open to the eyes of onlookers. He wasn't usually sitting on these dirty seats, looking flawed and out of his mind.

Such a rare sight it was — his eyes shut, head thrown back, brows drawn upward. He was quite visibly dealing with a dilemma, one that boggles his mind beyond his comprehension which was once impossible. He had no hypothesis as to what had gone wrong with him.

It's his first confrontation with fear. Is it solely her existence that had pushed him this far? And could it be any more specific… like the way she looked at him when he touched her? Or the sound of her voice when she spoke, or when she was being pleasured by his hands? Or was it… the figure he couldn't see beneath her sweater, but couldn't help but picture in his mind?

She was such an aberration, unwilling introducing him to his worst and best firsts. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to despise her. He has yet to figure it out, because he didn't believe that beauty was capable of such destruction.

But… maybe hers is the weakness he's been waiting to discover. Now he’s at number five in the checklist. The catastrophe that is she, is destructive.

He would go on a few days without any direct encounters with her, which was deep down disappointing, for him. He thought he'd eventually find a way to live with it, to see his days in campus without ever feeling her delicate skin, her fingers entangled and pulling on his well conditioned hair, or the viscous slick that he wished had coated his fingers so that he could give her a taste — such thoughts had become the inevitable for him and had led him to do things he used to never spare a thought on. An innocent mind, these days, could only be that of a child — which Seonghwa obviously wasn't. Though, he was never to be someone who's perverted, even when he's in the peace of his own room, all alone.

It was merely a whisper in his conscience but in the quiet of his alone time, it shifted into a loud ringing in his ear.

The dim and warm light of the lamp on his nightstand would only add to the height of the temperature — not of his room, but rather, his body. When left alone with his thoughts, without a book for his restless eyes, or his journal and pen for the downpour of his thoughts, all that’s left for him to shake off the feeling, was to close his eyes, and lean back against the headboard of his bed. His hand slips underneath his blanket, and down his crotch. With only a vision of her face, his cock was already straining his pajama pants. A hiss fell from his lips when he palmed himself. He only used to imagine being a rocket scientist, or the most influential politician, fantasies past current reality, but this new fantasy of his held the highest possibility and is the closest to his reality.

He has yet to feel everything, but he could imagine vividly. The heat of her cunt engulfing his hard length — he knew well that his hand wrapped firmly around his erection would never be enough to simulate the feeling, but he must bear with it. His hips rocked in an upward motion against his hand, going rather slow, but purposeful. His head was leant back over the wood of the headboard, and his eyes were shut tight as he continued to fuck into his hand, with the mental image of her figure above him, thighs trembling, nails digging deeper into his shoulders the more she took his cock as he held her in place by the handles of her hips.

He sped up the pace and intensity of his thrusts wanting to reach euphoria, with only a vision, and the reference of a memory. He wonders if with the tightness and warmth of her cunt, he’d finish quicker. He wondered how it felt for his cock to be strangled by her pretty little hole — he wanted to see the flesh, to feel it clenching and fluttering around his fingers, around his dick, and to taste every drop of her arousal he could draw out from her.

And there it was again, the ringing in his ear. He could feel his blanket sticking to his tip because of his cum. But imagination could only carry one’s desires to its limit, imagine his disappointment when his hand continued to stroke his softening cock and he’d open his eyes, only to be met with emptiness.

A muttered curse leaves his lips at the mess he has created beneath his blanket. It’s a filthy deed, and very unlikely of him. And now, the guilt of having masturbated with the thought of an unknowing girl — maybe he’d be more at ease if she had thought of him too, and suffered from her desires with the likes of him. But would he still be sane if he’d hope for such an instance? And what if she hated him now? What if her feelings in relation to him were a complete opposite of his? — every statement he had formulated in his mind had their possible positives and negatives. However, he only tends to be realistic. Based on what he could infer from the nature of humans, the answers to his questions would more likely lean towards the negative.

Who was he to her anyways? Besides that, everyone already sees him to be a quiet narcissist. For the most part, he was certain that the slander that surrounds his character floating around campus would be enough for her to deduce him into a perverted jerk. For the latter part, there’s a small spark of hope that she’d pose deaf against such assertions.

But everything is just his intelligent guess, his inferences. And in that one class he shared with you, he hoped you weren’t trying to avoid him, or implicitly push him away.

His conscience would eat him up everytime he caught a glimpse of her grace, one he once had and flaunted. Now he was unkempt. Stuck in a storm that chose to only burden him.

“Seonghwa,”

A short, yet evocative gasp escapes him. The voice that haunts his dreams, either asleep or awake, whether it be daylight or the dark of night, was now calling for him. And it’s no longer fantasy.

The halls have been emptied, seemingly for the reason that most have classes in that hour. Even him, yet, he wasn’t in a lecture. There he stood amidst the secluded hallway, and in front of him was the embodiment of his temptations.

“Are you avoiding me? After that?” He understood what ‘that’ was referring to too, but he couldn’t quite interpret how upset she seemed into any reasoning.

“No-” “I don’t understand you.”

No one does, not even himself. “Y/n… please listen.”

He had never said ‘please’, not for anyone. She doesn’t verbally reply, but the look in her eyes was enough to tell him to speak before she loses the point of waiting.

“I didn’t- I don’t want to force you into anything.” She found his explanation, and the slight hesitancy in his speech to be ridiculous to some degree, and he saw it from the wrinkles that appeared on her face in reaction to his statement.

“I was waiting for you, because I didn’t know what to do with myself either.”

Seonghwa doesn’t know what yearning was supposed to sound like, but it seems like this was another first for him. He’s been masking his own feelings to be violated by her influence, but after witnessing her disposition towards their situation, maybe they were one with what they felt.

“I missed you.” he finally admits, to her surprise.

Words were lost in the air, and she took one step forward, before he was driven to seize her with quick steps.

He held her as if she was his possession, wasting not a second to take claim of her lips afterwards. And it was at that moment that his hypotheses were proven wrong. She had, not even a thought, no signs of apathy or resistance. She clutched onto his neatly ironed shirt, pulling him closer, even if there was no longer room to be closer.

His hand on the back of her shoulder slowly slid down, tracing the curve of her back, down to her rear which he began to firmly knead with his hand. He caught the soft moan he had induced from her with his mouth, swallowing the sounds that were a product of his touch.

Everything seemed premeditated by fate. The door he had pushed against, was the door to an empty and a very much deserted room home to whatever insignificant articles the campus could no longer make use of. It wasn’t locked, much to their luck. The ease of twisting the knob bought him enough time to have the both of them inside, and the door closed not a second after.

He sits her down on a nearby desk, pushing off the papers and pins with his hands before spreading her thighs open, and taking the space in between for himself. His hands hold the underside of her thighs, bringing her closer against him, and hooking her legs over his hips. All the while his lips began to wander past hers. His tongue tastes her skin, drawing a streak over her jaw and down his neck. He didn’t know it yet at that moment, but he bites into a more receptive part of her skin that elicited a breathy whimper from her, a sweet sound that sent waves of arousal that made his cock stand.

He continued to nip and nibble on her sweet and supple skin as he pressed himself against her center, letting her feel his erection tenting his trousers. Her hands reached down, aiming to undo his pants, but he suddenly descended, impetuously unfastening the confinement that was her pants. He hooks his fingers on the hem of the fabric, slowly stripping it off of her. He couldn’t resist any longer. He had no care if he came off as too eager. He’s been waiting in silent torment to finally taste and feel her essence on his tongue.

His hands lifted her thighs and placed them on his shoulders, and as he leaned in, his hands found her hips like he’s always known them. His tongue that thirsted for her taste licks over her arousal, still with the barrier of her panties — though said barrier was almost senseless. She could feel the weight and the heat of his tongue to a blissful extent that her fingers were once again bound to his hair. Her arm supported her weight as she leaned back, body arched to a beautiful curve as Seonghwa continued to lap on her clit over her panties. He, at the next minute, was pulling down on her panties, leaving it to fall to her ankles as he sought for her pureness of her core.

He tightens his grip on her hips as he tastes her directly for the first time. His eyes closed as she filled his senses with her taste, her scent, the feeling of her delicate flesh against his tongue. He couldn't help the deep rumble in his chest as he ingested her slick, the sound sending subtle vibrations that heightened her pleasure, causing her to pull harder on his hair, and for him to groan softly against her clit which he began to encircle with his tongue. His grasp on her hips were firm as his lips latched onto her bud, shifting between licking and sucking on her flesh. He could hear her muffled moans — she had covered her mouth in an attempt to not make too much noise. But then his tongue sneaked lower, pressing against her dripping hole. He pushes in his tongue, hooking his arms around her thighs as he keeps her in place. His cock throbbed when he felt her gummy walls on his tongue. The continuous ministrations of his mouth had her gasping for hair.

His cock only aches more when he glances up, seeing her head tilted back, exposing the smooth skin of her neck, with some of the muscles now being defined by the stretch as his tongue continued to penetrate her. And he could’ve sworn he almost came when he felt her clenching around his tongue.

“Seong-S-Seonghwa…” her quiet whimpering and her hands continuous and light pats on top of his head was enough to tell him that she was cumming.

But not yet. Seonghwa rises from the ground, leaving her core empty and throbbing. But her longing was soon resolved when he began to unbuckle his belt. Unable to resist the temptation, she reaches for his fly, undoing his pants in a brisk motion then tugging it down.

There was a slight tremble in her legs once her cock sprung free, slightly curved upward, standing tall at a decent length that had evoked her impending anxiety, tip prominent and already leaking with precum. She wanted badly to taste him as well, but he was — quite literally — the bigger person between the two of them. He leans forward, holding up her thighs and opening her wider for him. He keeps her other thigh elevated while his free hand aligned his cock to her entrance. His hips pushed forward subtly, making his tip press against her clit. He buried his face in her neck when he began to let out sounds beyond his control when he began to rub his tip against her slit.

Y/n holds onto his flexed bicep, giving it a light squeeze as her dainty voice whispers his name. “Seonghwa…”

“Yes, baby?” the new name, the feeling of his tip rubbing against her, it made sense how she’d lose her words by then.

But just as she was about to tell him to take it further, to put it in even with the worry of it breaking her at the back of her mind, she finds herself gasping for air once hit with a sharp stinging as she began to get filled by his heavy cock.

He was right. This was incomparable to the work of his hand. She was ecstacy personified.

He felt her hand pulling harshly on her shirt, and he looked down, seeing the thin layer of water over her gentle eyes. A sight so fragile. His temptation holding its true form right before him.

He places a soft and tender kiss on her forehead as he begins to move. He was addicted in an instant. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her tight cunt sheathing his hard length over and over again was now a drug to him. He’s in heaven, holding her tightly and closely against the slow rocking of his hips, slow enough for her to feel every inch of his cock as he fills her over, and over again. The soft mewls that sounded from her melodic voice only drove him to move faster, but it pushed him further to reaching the edge.

He was so close, and the sight of her taking his cock fully below him, and the feeling of her walls fluttering around his length had him completely dazed, and dangerously near.

But then she came before him, pulsating and hugging his cock tight at release. His hands held her thighs with a bruising grip, and he was sure that had been the loudest he’s ever been, and it was a moan of her name. His body convulsed like hers, and his cum shot into her cervix, causing their fluids to mix inside of her.

The room fell into quiet gasps as they caught them fighting to catch their breath. He also didn't pull away once he's found stability in his breathing, like what she’d expect him to do. But she never thought he'd act like this. The nature of it all is rather… domestic.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her closely against him. His lips brushed against her cheek, meeting her lips. But the kiss was gentle, and slow. Truly, he was savouring it. Was it just the feeling?... Or was it her? Whatever the means of his actions were, she indulged in it.

This time, he really just lost a care for the tattle-mouths, his image, the papers, the numbers — they were all lost and thrown down the drain.

At this moment, his hypothalamus acts dominantly. He doesn't know what he's feeling, because he lacks the experience to define it. But his heart was beating in a pattern he couldn't recognize. It was strong, and he could hear it in his ears. At the same time, it wasn't painful nor overwhelming. It was oddly comforting.

He’s never thought of it, but it just felt right. He reached for her hand, and surely, it was a perfect fit in his grasp. As if they were molded for each other — which was too far of a stretch, but it's all just a theory.

・・・・・・・・・・

[hoiststowline]

Sorry to like immediately jump into your asks, but I got so excited!!! Your writing is wonderful and always so good!!! Could we get something with Swerve and a femme (or GN if you’re more comfortable with that) human reader who’s a lot like him??? Outgoing, charismatic, but always feels a little out of place??? And reader has long since come to terms with the fact they’re different, and the two of them fall in love, and it’s sappy and fluffy and GOD I just need to kiss the silly little mech so many times!!! NEED TO KISS HIM SLOPPY THEN CUDDLE HIM

Anyway, thank you for sharing your lovely work with us, and have a wonderful day/night!!! 🥰♥️

swerve x reader

[a/n: omg hi! & hell yeah!! first time writing for Swerve, so many apologies if this is ooc. you have a wonderful day too, ly! 💕💕]

It begins as an entirely innocuous friendship, drawn to each other like magnets and often described as ‘giddy as schoolgirls’, mostly via Skids. However, when you asked him to explain that comparison, he waved you off, skirting around the subject all night and dodging all your persistent inquiries like misfired bullets.

Swerve’s sentiment of friendship didn’t last too long, at least by your standard of time, before it flipped and developed into something more impassioned. Though his level of attachment to false realities was predictable and highly misconstrued, he couldn’t help himself. You were fascinating, yet an aura of something else tugged him in and wound his spark up so tightly that he could feel it skip a beat or two.

And it felt wrong, the worst of it all. Swerve treasured such a relationship, and taking any move in the wrong direction would set him back tenfold, a cruel but reasonable assumption. But you needed to know how heavily impressed he was by such an affable and gregarious personality, so enticed by it that every time your fingers cup his cheek to whisper in his audial, his entire frame overheats.

Yet somehow, here he is, your arms slipped around his neck and his servos resting on the back of your thighs, him trekking down the long hallways headed straight for your room. You’d fallen asleep a while ago, but he didn’t quite have the guts to wake you up, at least not immediately. The entire first hour he had to work up the nerve to even poke you, and even then, all you did was turn over and take the blanket with you.

“Swerve?” You must be pretty alert, as he can feel the way the pads of your fingers run over the back of his helm. Somewhere in between his quarters and the short journey to yours, you must've gathered your senses and slowly roused yourself awake.

He waits a handful of seconds, anticipating a follow up, but receives none. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” It’s innocent, almost hesitant as if afraid to spill. Secrets were tokens of standard exchange at this point, you told each other everything and then some. Perhaps some would argue it’s too much, but that’s what friends do- nothing was out of bounds between the two of you.

“’Course you can,” He hoists you just a little bit higher when you wriggle slightly as if to find a comfier spot. “You know that.”

Swerve falters when your forehead meets his shoulder as if tempted to peddle backward, but then your hands come to rest there instead as you now pull back. Catching his face, you sigh, but it’s not annoyance, more so the tail end of a deep breath shakily taken.

“I like you,” Palms hover over both sides of his face, nearly nose to nose now, and he can’t tell who’s winning the contest of the bigger blush. You’d beaten him to the punch, though he isn’t entirely sure when he would have found the gallantry to admit it in the first place.

“Really?” He asks, but it isn’t really what he wants to say, it’s just what arrived first subconsciously.

“What?” You appear offended, not his intention, as he feels his spark sink simultaneously. “Yes, really,”

“I-what?” Is the immediate response, to which, if both his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d likely be smacking himself in the head.

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting like a parrot?” He doesn’t understand the reference but assumes it has to do with the repetition and avoidance of the subject.

“Sorry. That I didn’t believe you the first time,” A laugh escapes him, but it’s distorted as if presented as if he still didn’t believe you. “I’m not a pa-rot, or what you just said,”

Now, your fingers make contact to slide across his face-plate, cupping his jaw as he stops walking, never not impressed by your directness. “Is that a ‘I reciprocate’? Or are you telling me to just leave it alone?”

“What? No, yes-” Ex-venting, his hold tightens ever-so-slightly, gentle but firm. “That is me telling you that I reciprocate, yes.”

“You had me scared there for a second,” In turn, you laugh, waiting patiently for him to make the first move, terrified to dig yourself into a deeper rut.

Before his nerve dwindles any further, he hoists you just a bit higher, hands sliding up to your upper thighs, and captures soft lips against his in one seamless motion.

[maxdibert]

Do you think that the fact that most Harry Potter fanfics have gay couples as pairings (to the detriment of straight or lesbian couples) is because people have difficulty writing f/f characters as strong and m/f as equals or is this due to underrepresentation? of women in books?

This is an interesting question, especially because it’s not limited to the Harry Potter fandom; it’s actually quite widespread in all fandoms, particularly those where there are either very few female characters, or where the female characters play much more secondary roles than the male ones. I think nowadays, with the (slow, but ongoing) effort being made to foster representation, these sorts of things might go more unnoticed. But in series or franchises from fifteen or twenty years ago (we’re talking early 2000s here, no need to go all the way back to the '80s), it was pretty common for m/m pairings to prevail over the canon het couples and, of course, far above f/f couples, which are basically the ugly ducklings of most fandoms—and this isn’t just a coincidence.

The Harry Potter case is especially interesting to me because it’s a series written by a woman where, in fact, there are quite a few female characters, and one of the most important in the whole series (Hermione) is a girl. She’s not only the most significant female character but is also the only one truly developed, with depth and a gradual evolution throughout the books. The rest of the women are either unimportant secondary characters, villains, or merely “placeholder” girlfriends for Harry who only becomes relevant in the last two books (and yes, I’m talking about Ginny, who I find unbearable. J.K. Rowling’s forced attempt to keep Harry in the Weasley family shoves us with this girl who’s meant nothing throughout the story and is then given this “pick me” girl personality—please don’t count me among the other girls—which not only has aged terribly, but I already found it repulsive back then).

I’m bringing up Hermione because it’s not just that she’s the most important girl in the story; she’s also the token character who is constantly paired with every male character in the saga, including men who are twenty years her senior and are her professors, father figures, or fathers of her schoolmates. And this is really interesting because it’s not that Hermione “matches” with everyone or could remain in character if paired with Sirius or Snape; it’s simply that Hermione is the only genuinely complex, three-dimensional female character in the entire series. So, if people choose to create non-canon pairings between canon characters, she’s the easiest choice because she’s got substance and a basis to build on. The rest of the female characters are mere shadows or are relegated to the role of villains or mothers. And if we talk about the younger female characters, it’s a real hair-puller.

Sure, Rowling doesn’t give recurring characters much emphasis in general, but for every ten things you know about a male character, you only know one about their female equivalent. If you know little about Dean Thomas, you know even less about Parvati Patil, just as an example. And all those secondary characters with a bit more screen time ultimately end up being someone’s girlfriend or wife. For example, Fleur, who is also the only one who doesn’t make much of a mark during the Triwizard Tournament (what a coincidence—the three guys stand out, and she doesn’t). We then only see her as Bill’s girlfriend and eventual wife. And the other semi-relevant female characters despise her for being beautiful, only accepting her when she proves she’s a devoted, loyal woman to her husband, no matter what happens to him, even if he’s scarred or turns into a werewolf. This vision of a beautiful, confident woman as merely a sexualized figure (as initially presented) or a threat to other women (as happens later), who can only prove her worth as a woman who conforms to “proper” standards by renouncing her feminine essence to become a wife, is typical of a misogynistic, male gaze often found in fiction. It’s quite striking here because it’s a woman writing the story, yet she still falls into the same old tropes.

Then there’s Tonks, shown as an Auror, an independent woman with her own job, who’s “cool” because she’s “not like other girls” with her colorful hair and Metamorphmagus powers. But all that gets overshadowed when she suddenly becomes a simp for Lupin, who, on top of it all, abandons her after she becomes pregnant, yet she forgives him because love conquers all. Excuse me? This is the female representation you get in the series. Because the rest are mothers: Lily is a saint who sacrifices her life for her son, Molly Weasley is basically a tradwife, and Narcissa Malfoy is only worthy of some respect when she risks everything for Draco. Again, we know much more about their husbands than we do about them; we know more about the men in their lives than we do about them. Their husbands have deeper backstories, richer histories.

Take Lily, for example. We know nothing about her. The little we do know comes from Snape’s memories, and it’s tiny compared to everything we know about James throughout the series. We know so much about James that we can debate endlessly about whether he was truly a good guy or a jerk, and this despite the fact that both are dead at the start of the story and Lily’s relationship with Harry is supposedly more central to the plot. Yet James is more fleshed out! James had friends, friends who talk about him, who tell his son about their youthful adventures. James was someone outside of being a father and husband; Lily wasn’t. Lily is Petunia’s sister, Harry’s mother, Snape’s lost love/friend, and James’ crush and future wife—period. That’s it. Did Lily not have friends of her own? Didn’t she hang out with other girls in her year? Didn’t she have relationships beyond Severus? Why is there not a single friend of Lily’s in the entire saga who can tell Harry what his mother was like? We have not one, but two friends of James, a traitor, and an enemy. But for Lily? Nothing. Only Snape, whose relationship with Lily isn’t even revealed until the final book.

All the Weasleys, except Ginny, are boys. We know things about all or most of the Weasleys, and they have significant moments in the story despite being secondary characters. There are no recurring female counterparts who show up as consistently. Harry’s female classmates don’t interest him, or only come up when Hermione criticizes them. Generally speaking, the female characters have a lot of shortcomings compared to the male characters at any level of the story.

All this to say, while you could argue there’s female representation in the story, is there really? The only girl from the Marauder’s era is Lily. Mary McDonald is mentioned, but we know nothing about her. The rest of the female characters in that fandom are invented—names that pop up randomly in the books with no physical description, no substance, no relevance to the plot. They’re practically OCs thrown into fanfics because all that exists is Lily and the name of some supposed friend of hers who we never hear from again. There’s very little material to work with. And even though Harry’s generation has more girls, they aren’t significant enough for people to be interested in them because there are more boys, and the boys are much better developed. So, people either dive into slash or create OCs because there isn’t much else to hold onto. And if we talk about the reasons behind the lack of f/f pairings, it boils down to the same thing: if it’s hard enough with het couples because, aside from Hermione, Ginny, or Luna, it’s hard to find anything to work with among the female characters, imagine trying with two women.

Of course, I also think it’s largely because there’s zero LGBTQ representation in these stories, but back then, LGBTQ representation was practically non-existent in all children’s/young adult fiction. Although, seeing where J.K. Rowling stands on these issues now, I doubt she’d have done much differently in that regard today.

What I’m saying is that I’ve seen time and time again that when a fandom has well-developed female characters who actually matter, people do work with them. Take “A Song of Ice and Fire,” for example: we’re talking about a story with a ton of male characters, but every single female character has a point of view, a backstory, and a way of seeing the world. You get to know each of them, even the less important ones. If you dive into that fandom, you’ll see all kinds of het pairings and plenty of f/f pairings too. And this is a medieval fantasy saga with plenty of misogyny, but the reality is that it has a very powerful and diverse cast, full of women, each of whom is her own person with a story, ambitions, and a journey—and that gives you something to work with, which is not the case with Harry Potter. But it’s not exclusive to that saga; if you look at fandoms like Naruto, which hit their peak around the same time, it’s the same thing. Ultimately, the common thread I see (besides the fact that we live in a patriarchal society that usually ignores women in fiction, even when it’s by female authors) across all these fandoms where m/m dominates over any other pairing is precisely the lack of female characters or, if there are enough, the fact that their development ranges from minimal to nonexistent.

[deramin2]

One of the really cool things about D12s having 7 different possible shapes is that blind players could use two different shapes for their Hope and Fear dice in Daggerheart and be able to tell them apart by feel.

Would love to see DOTS RPG Project be funded to develop a second braille dice shape for D12s for this purpose. Laura mentioned in the launch party that she could feel the shape difference between the diamond-like shape they used for the Limited Edition dice and the standard pentagon shape.

Braille character & ability cards would also be a lot more possible than in other systems. Especially with the custom card builder being released on June 6. (Now I'm thinking about how cool it would be to make a set using letterpress with braille and embossed graphics.)

So much about Daggerheart feels a lot more physical and easier to keep track of than many other systems and seems a lot more accessible than something with a lot of math. Like Ashley lighting up about how it's easier for "someone like me to understand." It would be easier to keep track of things using tokens.

[ragunath12]

Understanding the Importance of Crypto Token Standards in DePIN Projects

Introduction:

Over the past decade, the evolution of blockchain technology has ceased to be only about cryptocurrencies and has started to venture into areas where decentralization can present new opportunities. One such new area is DePIN development services (Decentralized Physical Infrastructure Networks) which is a model combining blockchain technology and tangible infrastructure for the purpose of decentralizing management and possession. At the heart of the viability of the DePIN networks as developed by these projects is crypto — token creation, which has its foundations in the token standards. The growth of DePINs is made possible by different token ecosystems, which are made secure, interoperable, and functional because of these standards.

What Are Token Standards?

The term token standards refers to a set of rules that developers follow in designing and issuing tokens on a blockchain. These regulations govern the nature of tokens and their behavior and interaction with the other platforms and applications. The most common token standards are those constructed on the Ethereum platform; ERC20, ERC721, and ERC1155. Each has its own function:

ERC-20: For all types of fungible tokens such as cryptocurrencies or governance tokens.

ERC-721: For non-fungible token assets (NFTs) — representing distinct assets.

ERC-1155: A mixed standard that allows for unique and non-unique tokens in one asset .

As for DePIN projects, such token standards allow for proper functioning of these projects by standardizing essential processes such as transfer of value, interactions with smart contracts, and integration with DApps.

Understanding DePIN Development

The growing trend of DePIN refers to the economic model seeking to distribute the ownership and the operation of physical infrastructure including, but not limited to, telecommunication networks, renewable energy distribution, and storage networks. These DePIN initiatives target at attracting more resources by extending licenses within the replicable infrastructure using blockchain and tokenization.

For Example:

Helium Network: Relies on a tokenized model of a distributed wireless Lora network, where parties are incentivized to host LoRa based hotspots using their tokens.

Filecoin: A system that offers an incentive system to its users who volunteer their computer hardware in exchange for digital assets backed by the media’s services for their pieces of disk space.

EnergyWeb: Concentrates on the development of distributed generation and consumption of energy using networks that incorporate tokens.

In such ecosystems, tokens serve monetary purposes as well as avenues of governance and incentives for the members to commit and participate. There are also token standards that ensure the effective, secure and efficient scaling up of such tokenized systems.

How Token Standards Shape DePIN Projects

Cryptocurrency Token Development Support

Token standards afford designers the structure for proper creation of tokens. In DePIN development, where mission-critical infrastructure is needed within a short period, rolling out such standards helps reduce the agile development constraints and allow teams to concentrate on the specific needs of their projects. For example, ERC-20 [27] or ERC-155 [28] token standards provide ready-made met…

2. Creating Connections

One of the most significant issues faced in DePIN projects is the ability of the tokens to work across different platforms. Since the token standard defined similarly to an ERC-20 is accepted by many wallets, exchanges, and other dApps, the tokens created by DePIN projects would be easily pervasive into the other ecosystems of blockchain. This connectivity improves the comfort of operation of users, since they do not have several activities related to controlling, exchanging demand or holding their tokens in the form of deposits.

3. Formulating incentive Structures

DePIN networks operate on the principle of encouraging users to spend their resources. In a decentralized storage system, for instance, the storage provider was compensated in kind with tokens for any storage capacity placed at the Network’s disposal. Token standards allow implementing reward mechanisms in a fair and straightforward manner with the use of smart contracts. In particular, standards like ERC-4626, which is applicable for tokens that earn returns to their holders, come in handy in such cases because they simplify reward distribution in case of staking and providing liquidity.

4. Facilitation of Governance Systems

In offering governance for such systems, they resort to the use of tokenization that allows for decentralization. Usually, governance tokens are issued in form of ERC 20 standards and allow users to vote on various issues such as upgrading the network or changing the policies of the network. Token standards that underlie such systems run these processes in an open and incorruptible manner promoting confidence among.

Use Cases of Token Standards in DePIN Development

Fungible Tokens for Rewarding Users and Settling Payments

ERC-20 based tokens are most suitable to the participants in DePIN networks. For instance, users of a decentralized solar energy grid may be rewarded fungible tokens for each kilowatt-hour they produce. These tokens can then be utilized for purchases within the ecosystem or exchanged outside it.

2. NFTs to Assure One’s Ownership Over a Special Asset

In a fully decentralized wireless network, individual hotspots or antennas could be represented as individual NFTs. All these tokens conform to the ERC-721 standard which protects and guarantees their ownership enabling users to rent or sell their infrastructure in the secondary markets.

3. Hybrid Tokens for Infrastructures with Layered Complexity

There are advantages in using ERC-1155 tokens by projects offering fungible rewards and unique representation of resources. The benefits of this standard in its use can be witnessed in a model that gives tokens to users but such users can own particular nodes or devices in the network.

The Future of Token Standards in DePIN Development

In the foreseeable future, as the blockchain sector continues to grow, it is expected that more advanced and specific token standards for the potential of DePIN will be introduced. These advancements could offer solutions to certain issues faced by physical infrastructure networks, such as locating assets in real-time, achieving cross-chain functionality, and pricing resources dynamically.

The emergence of multi-chain token standards will also be important as DePIN projects cover more than one blockchain. Standards such as ERC-4337 for account abstraction, which promote effortless transfer of tokens across networks, may change the dynamics and interaction of tokens within the decentralized infrastructure organizations.

Conclusion

The success of crypto token development may depend on the type of token standards that are adopted. In this sense, it is not a coincidence that their importance in the development of DePIN elements is very pronounced. ERC-20, ERC-721, and ERC-1155 standards give a wide scope for DePIN projects by offering uniformity, safety, and the capability to work with other systems. The developing patterns in blockchain technology suggest that the systems of token standards are not static. Their enhancement will facilitate the development of decentralized physical infrastructure networks in the years ahead, which will enhance innovations and usages within that time frame.

[intelisync]

Bitcoin's Next Frontier: Runes Protocol and Fungible Tokens 2024

The introduction of the Runes Protocol on the Bitcoin blockchain in April 2024 represents a pivotal moment in the cryptocurrency landscape. Developed by Casey Rodarmor, this protocol enables the seamless creation and management of fungible tokens directly within the Bitcoin ecosystem, expanding its functionality and attracting a diverse range of developers and businesses. Leveraging the UTXO model and OP_RETURN opcode, Runes ensures efficient token management while maintaining compatibility with Bitcoin's existing infrastructure. Despite facing challenges such as integration complexities and transaction costs, Runes offers a standardized token protocol that promotes interoperability and consistency, positioning Bitcoin as a leading platform for tokenization.

With the launch of Runes, Bitcoin enters a new phase of tokenization, offering users unprecedented flexibility in creating and managing custom tokens. By utilizing the UTXO model and OP_RETURN opcode, Runes streamlines token operations while ensuring seamless integration with Bitcoin's robust infrastructure. However, challenges such as integration hurdles and transaction costs need to be addressed to fully unlock the potential of Runes. Nonetheless, Runes represents a significant advancement for Bitcoin, fostering innovation and expanding its utility in the broader blockchain ecosystem.

As Runes gains momentum and developers explore its capabilities, the future of Bitcoin tokenization looks promising. From decentralized finance platforms to digital collectibles and loyalty programs, Runes opens up a myriad of possibilities for token creation and management on Bitcoin. With its emphasis on interoperability and standardization, Runes lays the foundation for widespread adoption and innovation within the Bitcoin ecosystem. For businesses seeking to capitalize on the potential of cryptocurrency, partnering with industry experts like Intelisync can provide invaluable support in navigating the complexities of token development and integration, unlocking new Learn more....

[whillywisp]

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn.

Summary: Reader has insomnia, Finnick has nightmares. Both have a little comfort to share in District 13's grey little compartments as the winters approach and an impending doom settles itself in their chests.

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Male Reader (requested)

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of non graphic torture, mentioned past drug use, implied forced prostitution, insomnia.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm so terrible sorry about how rambly this is and how long it took me to finish this. Exam season is kicking my ass but at least it's out now. Hope you all like this. I did my best <3

𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟

You spent far too much time awake for your liking.

Far too much time left alone in thoughts that plagued your peace, left your chest aching from panic that made you struggle to breathe and far too much time aware of everything.

Worst of all though, it gave far too much time to let insomnia induced migraines develop and make the next day worse than the one before. District 13 was not known for giving painkillers or treatments for things they didn't classify as life threatening with a generous heart.

Days underneath layers of earth, surrounded by metal and blanketed by the condescension of those that boasted surviving as frugally as humanly possible, made you wish you still had access to those little lilac pills that were passed around on marble trays at Capitol parties, the little butterfly embed in it's centre your last thought and the taste of cherry lip gloss still on your tongue as you passed out cold for long enough for the sun to rise twice.

But the wistful longing for Capitol drugs and the relief they brought were interrupted by a long arm wrapping itself around your chest and a puff of warmth washing over your skin as Finnick pushed his face into your neck in his sleep, his golden hair in your mouth and soft snores in your ear. You sighed, wrapping your own arm around his shoulder as you closed your eyes. Not for the first and more than likely not your last either, you envied your husband's ability to sleep through just about anything.

Husband.

The thought of associating that word with the man in your arms with his pouting lips pressed against the underside of your jaw made your cheeks burn a little red and a giddy smile cross your lips as you watched your breath fog in front you.

Years spent yearning for little more than slaps on the back given as a token of boyhood to months spent waiting on a victim who was haunted by the graves that lined to salute his victory. Years spent waiting for green eyes to meet yours with the devotion that you knew he could feel to hours spent with hands begging for relief on skin stained red from need before the march to your own funeral. Years spent in hidden peace as the world corrupted you too and then months spent apart where his screams for help, the smell of your own blood and beady eyes that imitated them became your only company.

Years. Yet again you spent far too many years yearning for something. Yearning for relief. And it came in the form of a wedding underneath layers of earth and metal, surrounded by people a little less stoic and a boy who's smile resembled the very sun that your skin craved, far too spoiled with kisses from its rays and his pillow lips.

You both were clad in identical, standard grey '13 haute couture boxer briefs, your skin cold to touch from sweat that had dried in the chill of approaching winter and Finnick's as warm as the sand on District 4's beaches in summer. Sunshine, you breathed into golden hair, a small smile pressed into the top of your husband's head.

Your heart still sang as you felt the little bruises he had kissed into your skin ache slightly and you sighed, blinking up at the dark ceiling in exhaustion. This was the most exhausted and comfortable and loved and sleep deprived you had been in a while.

Sleep. You needed sleep. This was getting ridiculous.

You huffed, gently manoeuvring out of Finnick's octopus grip as you tried to wiggle out of bed until you were standing next to the bed, your heart breaking a little as Finnick immediately starts searching for you in his sleep, mumbling incoherently and you put your pillow into his grasp to let your scent pull him into the safety of sleep long enough for you to take a short shower.

The compartment you both had been assigned didn't hold much besides a bed just big enough to fit two adult men and a small bathroom cubicle that didn't have a warm water supply, that was only in the communal bathrooms. Still, you didn't complain, knowing the only way you would less tired was if you shocked your body out of its sleepy state, even if it meant staying awake for the rest of the night.

You washed yourself down slowly, taking time to run the scentless soap into your skin and washing away your earlier activities. Finnick had never been one to constantly crave sex, far too scarred from what he was made to do and what he had to watch you do, but ever since you both had been married, he was insatiable, his hands wandering the length of your body every night and your need for the intimacy making you crave his too.

Finnick's sitting up in bed, wrapped in the duvet and sniffling softly. His hair sticks in every which direction and the bright light of the bathroom makes his green eyes look wider and, with a painful tug at your heart, you realise they're stained with tears and red rimmed.

You pushed the thoughts of your earlier activities away, your cheeks burning as you shiver under the cold water shower. You stand there long enough to have your teeth chattering before stepping out of the shower and drying yourself quickly. You pull on the first thing your fingers touch — a thin, grey sweater that's too big for your lithe frame — and a pair of sweatpants before stepping out of the bathroom and jumping a foot in the air.

You close the bathroom door behind you before quickly making your back to the bed, gently cradling his face in your palms, a part of you melting when he leans into your touch immediately, keeping your voice low as to not startle him.

"Love, what's wro—"

"You were gone," he whispered, his voice breaking with your heart at how desperate he sounded. "You were gone a-and the room was dark and I thought...I thought I heard you screaming—"

"Shhh," you whispered gently, tugging him close until he rested his head against your chest, muffling a sob in the sweater as you gently kissed the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his trembling form. Finnick had far, far too many nightmares about the time you were taken by the Capitol, the months he spent alone, waiting for District 13 to rescue you. While your mind actively blocked those days spent away from him, his was hell bent on tormenting him through his dreams. You sighed, gently whispering to him.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here. I just needed to clean up a little because I couldn't sleep. You just had a bad nightmare. It's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." He sniffled softly as you wiped his tears away and peppered his face with kisses. You sit there with him in your arms, humming softly to him as you wait for your racing hearts to slow down. It was an old, old sea shanty, sung on boats by sailors with voices too rough.

He eventually calmed down and you sighed, tugging him until he lay down with you on the bed, his face burrowed into your chest. The silence of the room is less suffocating now that you both managed to shred last dregs of fear from your limbs, leaving behind exhaustion and something you weren't very familiar with — sleepiness.

You almost doze off, Finnick's warm breath against your throat too comforting when you hear his small, sleep laden voice whisper softly into the silence.

"I want to move out of The Victor's Village when we get back."

You blink into the darkness, tightening your arms around him. You weren't exactly surprised by his statement but the randomness of it still catches you off-guard. "Oh? And go where, baby?"

Finnick shifts against you to look up at you, his wide, green eyes and pink dusted cheeks making him look so adorable that you can't resist kissing the tip of his nose, making him scrunch it as he continues. "A small cottage on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. We'll decorate it with seashells and get a dog."

You chuckle softly at his enthusiastic future planning, running your fingers through his hair as you nod. "And a cat. And hydrangeas to decorate the front porch. And you could knit us all cute little sweaters to wear around the house."

Finnick beams up at you, his dimples making your heart ache with affection. This is what you fought through hell for, making sure he could lay in your arms like this and smile softly up at you as you both daydreamed of a future that looked so distant but felt just as real as the present.

He snuggles impossibly closer to you as he whispers, his voice serene. "I will. I'll knit you a pink one. And we'll make sure the yard looks like a little meadow where our kids can play."

You press gently kisses to the top of his head, rubbing his back gently as you smile. "Of course. We'll get a swing set too."

You feel him press a kiss to the base of your throat, smiling against your skin as you fall silent again. You could feel his breathing slow down, his lashes fluttering against your skin and just as you think he's falling asleep again, you hear him whisper softly, all the wistful longing for a peaceful happy ending with you bleeding out to leave behind a familiar anxiety, anxiety that he only let you see.

"We'll be okay, right?"

He sounds so afraid that it breaks your heart, leaving you to close your eyes as you try to breathe past the pain of seeing him struggle to hold onto happiness. You tilt his head up and gently kiss his lips, his sigh of relief giving you the strength to summon all the confidence you could as you whispered back.

"Of course, baby. We'll be perfectly fine."

Finnick breathed out softly in relief before kissing you again, pushing you onto your back before straddling you. Your hands immediately reach for his hips as you sit up, pulling him impossibly close, desperate to feel him, to know he was right here and yours to love.

You didn't like lying to him, didn't like not feeling confident in your own words, didn't like the uncertainty that came with a promise like this. But if it gave his mind the temporary relief to shed the worries and leftover tears and breathe a sigh of relief, then so be it.

[erc20tokengenerator]

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Judd Legum at Popular Information:

On January 10, 2025, President Trump released an "ethics agreement" detailing how he would handle his personal business interests while in the White House. It is remarkably weak and does not require Trump to divest any of his holdings. Unlike a similar agreement for his first term, it does not prohibit the Trump Organization from striking new deals abroad while Trump is president. Instead, it simply prohibits the Trump Organization from striking deals directly with foreign governments. Trump's second-term ethics agreement is such a permissive document that it is challenging to find a way to violate it. But three months into his presidency, Trump has found a way. Last Thursday, the Trump Organization struck a deal to build a $5.5 billion Trump International Golf Club in Qatar. To develop the project, the Trump Organization is partnering with Dar Global, a Saudi Arabian company, and Qatari Diar, a company owned by the Qatari government. Qatari Diar was established by Qatar's sovereign wealth fund in 2005. Its stated purpose is to "coordinate the country’s real estate development priorities." Eric Trump, who runs the Trump Organization, said that the deal was only with the Saudi company and not Qatari Diar. "We have zero relationship with them," he insisted in a statement. That appears to be false. "We are incredibly proud to expand the Trump brand into Qatar through this exceptional collaboration with Qatari Diar and Dar Global," Eric Trump said in a press release. "Trump International Golf Club Simaisma and our luxury villa community will reflect our highest standards of quality, prestige, and timeless elegance." At the announcement of the deal, Eric Trump appeared alongside Abdullah bin Hamad bin Abdullah Al Attiya, a Qatari government official and the Qatari Diar Chairman. As the deal was signed, Eric Trump posed in front of a backdrop featuring the logos of the Trump Organization, Dar Global, Qatari Diar.

Separately, the Trump Organization announced it was also partnering with Dar Global to build a new Trump International Hotel & Tower in Dubai. While Dar Global is not formally owned by the Saudi government, it "has close ties to the Saudi government." The tower, slated to be completed in 2031, will feature the highest rooftop infinity pool in the world. It will also be home to a private club called "The Trump," which "brings together wellness, business, and the timeless atmosphere of a classic private club." Last week, another company owned by the Trump family, the crypto firm World Liberty Financial (WLF), announced it would be involved in a transaction involving a foreign government. Zach Witkoff, the co-founder of WLF, announced that MGX, a venture firm owned by the government of Abu Dhabi, would make a $2 billion investment in the crypto exchange Binance, using WLF's embryonic stable coin, USD1. Stable coins are crypto assets pegged to traditional currency in an effort to avoid the volatility of other tokens.

[...]

The tariff contradiction

Trump has imposed high tariffs on nearly every country, including 145% on China, as part of a strategy to force businesses to invest domestically. "Remember, there are no tariffs if you build your product here," Trump said Sunday on Meet The Press. "It’s very easy. It’s very simple." Trump also insisted that American consumers should be willing to pay more for some items, or forgo purchases completely, to support this effort. "I’m just saying [American children] don’t need to have 30 dolls. They can have three," Trump said. "They don’t need to have 250 pencils. They can have five." But Trump's own company, the Trump Organization, is not investing in projects in the United States. Since his inauguration, the Trump Organization has announced new developments in the UAE, Qatar, India and Vietnam. But none in the United States.

Lyin’ Donald repeats what he did in his first term: more Emoluments Clause-violating business deals with foreign governments, despite promising not to.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi there! I've got a fantasy story I've been working on for ages, and one of the characters has a magical "disability" that I've been having doubts about. (content warning for very minor self-injury.) Sorry in advance cause this is kind of a long ask, but I think it's all important context.

My story has a very slice-of-life theme in it, that despite all the grand adventure and amazing magical deeds it also focuses a lot on friendship and fighting to preserve peaceful lives, and most forms of magic are very mundane and help out with daily jobs and hobbies.

This character, part of the main cast, is a person with the common ability to grow a pair of wings and minor other body changes that allow her to fly via magic. In a region of her world where magic is taught and cast verbally, she was originally able to cast magic verbally, before she was cursed to be unable to easily use magic. This curse locked off her ability to cast magic in the standard way, and also to freely transform between her human and winged appearances, though she can still fly and use her wings normally with only some discomfort. Since she's in her winged form permanently, she discovered that if she uses her feathers to write out the words of her spells, in the dirt or on her skin or whatever, she can circumvent the curse and cast spells, though it's not comfortable to her since she's still suffering the effects of the curse and it's not a standard or reliable way to use magic. It causes her discomfort and even pain depending on the strength of the spell, and sometimes she has to pull out a feather if she needs to cast a spell right away and doesn't have any harmlessly shed feathers on hand. (like yanking out some hair, hurts but won't really bleed or cause injury unless she pulls out a big flight-devoted feather.)

Originally, her goal in the story was to find a way to break her curse, and regain both her ability to transform freely as well as speak magic in the usual way, because using her feathers in such a way was damaging her ability to cast magic at all and might have really hurt her soul if she didn't find a solution quickly. Though I've been having trouble getting that plot point to work, and I've also been reading on this blog about how perfect magical healing of disabilities is a cop-out. I've come to the conclusion that this character's condition is definitely a disability in the context of the world. Due to my magic system's development and lore, I've set the magical rule that the longer a curse has been carried by the victim, the harder it is to break by magical healing, and this character's curse has been on her long enough that it's pretty much permanent. I've thought that if I remove the "this curse will kill her if she doesn't break it" part of the plot, and simply reduce her curse to something uncomfortable and unorthodox, but manageable and survivable, I can develop her personality and her magic style around this mostly-unique method of casting magic and keep it as part of her character, instead of having to remake it all fresh once the curse is "broken," and also make it a fantasy disability. I've been doing a bit of research on chronic pain disorders and I think that's a good place to start from to make her ways of dealing with her curse believable?

I've been debating whether I want to give her back the ability to change between appearances or not, and I'm pretty sure I want to keep her in one appearance permanently, partially because while every other winged character has the ability to get rid of their wings when they're in the way, she'll have to keep them and I'll be able to use her to develop more of the culture and inventions around winged people. Her wings still function well, but she can't fly as far or as complex as some other members of the cast.

Does this sound like a reasonable path to take? Is this a good place to start developing a magical disability? I don't want to make her a token disabled-adjacent character so I'm working to expand my world and cast enough to show how real-life disability is accommodated via magic and society (don't worry, disabilities can't and won't all be magicked away by lazy worldbuilding), but I've been thinking about it as I write and I think if I commit to this character actually being disabled in her world, it'll be better for me to write her compellingly and add some realistic references and character traits for her.

If this isn't a good path for me to take with my character and story, I would love hearing any other suggestions you may have for me to treat this character and her curse, and if you have suggestions for me to implement other fantasy-adjacent disabilities instead in the small explanation I've given of my world and magic? And of course if there's any horrible glaring ableist problems you see while reading this, please let me know and I'll do even more research and fix them right away. If this isn't enough information, I can provide more, but this ask has gotten really long and I don't wanna talk endlessly.

Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for answering! I hope you're all having a good day, and a nice holiday season if you're celebrating anything!!

Hello asker,

No horrible glaring issues jumping out!

I find this pretty interesting, and I do agree with you that this character's condition is a disability in the context of her world. It does seem very adjacent to chronic pain; obviously not a 1:1 but it does track. I think it is in fact a good place to start for believability and research!

Now, on to your other questions.

Whether the curse should be lethal:

I think it would be more interesting and even more impactful if the curse wasn't lethal, and instead is something she has to learn to manage. It makes it more akin to chronic pain conditions in real life, and I really like that her unique casting method will always be a part of her. She could, for example, want to break the curse at first, and later figure it's not a necessity. Or perhaps the curse is originally lethal and it only gets partially broken — like it's been in place too long to fully break, but it stops being lethal or something similar. Or maybe she thinks it's lethal, and figures out it isn't.

It's still possible to make the curse lethal and for her to want to break it, because of course no one wants to die, but it could also definitely lead into the magically curing disabilities trope. The cure trope is, as you know, pretty tired already. It would likely be harder, and require a lot of care, and you'd definitely have to make sure there's other characters with disabilities whose main goal is not to cure them. It could also still be lethal, in the way some disabilities are in real life, and she could live out her life the way she would want to and can until she does die. I am not sure if that's what you want for your story, and it's completely fine if it isn't – I just wanted to present various different options.

Whether to give her the ability to switch during forms:

It seems you want to keep her in one form permanently, and I like that. I like that she keeps her wings even if they're in the way, I like that they aren't the same as some other members of the cast, and I like that they help her with her unique magic.

I think this seems like a very reasonable fantasy disability, and if you'd like to check out similar asks we've answered (including for winged characters), we have a fantasy disabilities tag.

Basically, in summary, it would be really impactful for her to learn to live with her disability and for the narrative to treat this positively despite the challenges.

Hope this helps, and if you have any more specific questions, feel free to send another ask.

Side note, me personally I love mundane magic and your system sounds neat. :)

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