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[ssa-dado]

0 - Symposium, definitely not Platonic love.

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader (I hope I tagged it correctly woops)

No use of Y/N!

Summary: Hotch, after seeing you reading a book on the jet, picks it up out of curiosity. Late-night texts with you evolve from work to teasing philosophical banter about love, deepening your connection. Through this dialogue, Hotch reflects on both philosophy and his feelings for you, as the conversation subtly flirts with deeper emotions.

Genre: fluff, sapiosexual fluff.

Warnings: Implied alcohol consumption ; Reader and Hotch being completely blind yet marvellously insightful ; Philosophical discussions, I tried my best to make them as user friendly as possible ; Sir kink if you squint, although it's not intended in that way at all ; The story is set around season 3/4 before the team found out about Strauss' drinking problem, I feel so bad anyways.

Word Count: 2.9k

Dado's Corner: be kind this is my first ever Hotch fic and overall first fic I've written in English (yes, I indeed am a real Italian stallion) so there might be some mistakes, bear with me.

next part - set when they first ever met.

Hotch sits on the couch, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across his living room, the house is so quiet, he briefly interrupts his late night reading session as he swears he can almost hear Jack’s light breathing from across the house. Those sweet thoughts, mixed up with the muffled night traffic almost lullabies him to sleep while the weight of another long week at the BAU settles into his bones.

His eyes immediately gaze down to his hands, firming holding opened the slim book: Symposium by Plato—a book he wouldn’t normally pick up on his own. The corners of his mouth quickly turn up as he recalls how he’d seen you reading it on the jet a few cases ago, sitting cozily and crossing your legs alone in a seat in front of him, strategically shielded from the table seats occupied by playing the rest of the team, including himself, busingly playing cards.

Every now and then his gaze automatically lingered on your stillness, the only movements coming from the swift air you moved while turning the page or adjusting your pose to be more comfortable, this sight intoxicated him. Your focus was so intense you didn’t even flinch at Derek standing up from his seat and leaning forward, while his hands gravitated towards the doctor’s bare neck after the latter just killed him off the game because oblivious of yet another variation they all added so it would make it easier to beat Reid. An attempt that ended tragically.

In that abrupt mess - from JJ laughing at the ironic hilarity to Reid using the highest-pitched voice his vocal chords could ever produce to defend himself from Derek's accusation of cheating - Hotch only remembers how your statuesque figure slowly had revived itself again as you glanced up to make sure no harm was done to the doctor. You made eye contact with Hotch and and you immersed yourself back to the slim book as soon the Unit Chief signed you not to worry and that he would tackle the situation himself. In a matter of fractions of seconds all your surroundings had disappeared again.

As soon as the Unit Chief was back into his office, curiously reminiscing about your hypnotic serenity, he’d ordered a copy.

Now, as in the comfort of his living room slowly turns the pages, his phone vibrates with a message from you awakening him from his trance, immediately wonders why you would message him so late at night.

“Hotch, quick question: about the profile for the Winger case—should we revise the victimology section?"

…Of course, he almost started to hate how his role as Unit Chief always seemed to ruin his brief-lasting delusions.

He robotically types a response, a straightforward answer to your work-related question but as he presses send, his gaze lingers on the book in his hands. There’s somehow a temptation on his side to share the weird coincidence, to see how you might react.

"Good catch. I’ll review it tomorrow.” He writes.

“Wow that was quick, I didn’t expect you to still be up, did I interrupt your late night reading session?”

He quicky blushes, how could you know him so well?!

“You did. Don’t worry about it. By the way, I’m reading Symposium tonight." He blurts out

There’s a pause, and he can visualize your surprised reaction, how the sight of your smile would always warm his heart; almost immediately, his phone buzzes again.

"Wait, really, Symposium?!”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He wouldn’t smile so much if you were standing in front of him, thankfully, the shield of communicating through texts allowed him to put down his.

You continue. “Not to raise your expectations too much, but that’s my all-time favorite book, just so you know!"

He swears he can hear the intonation of your voice reading that text, visualizing how you would face your palms towards him and raise your shoulders, trying to keep that non-chalant expression of yours and not perk a soft smile to him.

Entitled by that fateful coincidence, Hotch feels brave enough to decide to tease you - just a little - hoping the text doesn't sound that much so out of character for him as much as it does in his head, although he shrugs, sending it before he starts overthinking it.

“Your all-time favorite? A book about love? I should’ve known."

He pauses, imagining you raising an eyebrow, maybe with that knowing smile you wear when he’s teasing you. And even though he’s playing it off as a joke, part of him can completely see how you, could actually have a natural flare for romance - even if you never openly admit it and always tried the best you could to suppress that side of yours.

He decides to blame it on the years spent at the BAU when it was just the two of you along with Rossi and Gideon; At how you were recruited as soon as you turned 21, while the youngest person you worked with on the team and could relate to the most was Hotch himself, even if he was late in his Jesus year.

He quickly remembers how you would always overwork yourself - you both still do nowadays, that's why you're having a conversation at past 2 AM - He could see how you were always trying to prove your worth more to yourself rather than to your co-workers or even to the sketchy police officers and detectives somehow still stuck in the 1400s.

He had always admired you for your intelligence and acute instincts, and so does your nowadays team, immediately entrusting you with the nickname of "Prehistoric Reid" only because because you had started working at the BAU back when they still didn't provide the jet so you all had to move using the trains. Even if you already have 9 years of experience in the field, yet you were the 2nd youngest - still no eidetic memory though - this desire to always prove yourself never fully went away. One day you were the youngest, the other they assume someone way more genius than you were so you can't stand out anymore for merely for your intelligence.

You finally respond: "Well, it’s more than just a book about love. It’s actually quite of a concrete example of Plato’s take on philosophy - the whole thing told through dialogues, like a discussion among friends. But I won’t bore you with all the technicalities"

Hotch chuckles softly, picturing you downplaying your passion, trying not to sound too academic. What you don’t know is that he could listen to you talk about philosophy for hours - especially tonight, about philosophy’s take on love, no less. He doesn’t dares to say that, though.

"I wouldn’t say you’re boring me. In fact, I’m starting to see the appeal. But really, all-time favorite?"

He leans back into the couch, waiting for your reply.

You told him back when you first met that your first ever degree was in philosophy, and now recalling that specific information he's been wondering why exactly a barely-reaching-100-pages-long book holds such a special place for you, out of all the others he’s seen you passionately read during the years. A part of him is genuinely curious, the other part is trying to stretch as much as possible this conversation with you.

"Absolutely. I mean, think about it: a bunch of people crashing at their friend's house, sitting around, getting drunk, each giving their take on love while they feast at a banquet." You continued. "It’s almost like when we’re at Rossi’s, except instead of love, we’re all talking about criminology and cases while stuffing ourselves with his Italo-American dishes".

An image of Rossi pouring wine wearing an ancient greek costume - fake long white beard included - while everyone at the table delves into some intricate discussion about a case flashes through his mind, Hotch immediately chuckles at the comparison. He's sure you've imagined the exact thing too and he can almost hear you suggest hosting a real Symposium next time, his profiling skills never fail him as soon his phone buzzes again.

"Imagine if we recreated the Symposium at Rossi’s. Each of us giving our take on love. I can almost hear Reid's speech delving into the psychology of affection and its variations throughout the various cultures"

Quick on his chubby fingers, after laughing at the scenario, he types the continuation "In stark opposite, Garcia would follow him and pull out her tarot cards and read each of our birth charts, telling us who we're most compatible with based on our stars alignements"

While waiting for you, he stands up and makes his way towards his home bar, reaching for the scotch bottle, swiftly filling up his glass, silently blessing Plato for making this the longest light-hearted conversation you haven’t had in years. You were both either too focused on your work or actively suppressing your romantic feelings and ignoring each other. After all this time he would almost forget how the two of you were first and foremost very good friends. As the liquid burns the back of his throat, his phone buzzes again.

"That's actually really fascinating yet so intimidating, what about Rossi though? Of course he's hosting all of us but I feel he would totally blurt out some old-scool stuff he only understands. I know I'm not the only one who doesn't get his references, but I really feel bad whenever I don't."

He almost chokes himself after your other reply

"So, big boss, have I convinced you with giving us the free week-end or should I extend the invite our lovely friend Strauss? I fear that after a few glasses of Rossi’s wine all that angst towards you might turn into some ol' sweet love. I would watch out if I were you, Unit Chief"

You loved poking fun at him using his rank; It all started a few years ago to jokingly shrug away the awkwardness caused from how the co-worker you always used to joke around, spend the nights together in the same room, sharing your theories about the unsub and building up the profile with suddenly turned into your superior. As much as you both didn't want to admit it, something in your relationship had shifted since this happened, not to mention to the fact that it's much more awkward to admit to your boss you've been having a crush on your him for almost 9 years rather than to your co-worker.

Now Hotch, encouraged by the slight booze, further teases you "And what do you think my take on love would be?"

This was the closest he could ever come to flirting with you, walking on that fine line and never pushing himself further. For Hotch, the gesture of basically asking you to profile him in a moment in which he was so vulnerable, breaking his golden rule of "never profile your coworkers" was the most romantic declaration of love he could ever think that of.

Your text brings him back down to Earth:

"Hmm, I imagine you’d give a thoughtful, analytical speech something with a lot of depth but surprisingly subtly humorous. You would wait for everyone to finish their own speech so you would be last, acknowledging all of us completely busted, only because you have self-control."

You feel the need to add something else, even if you know already he would read into it, at the way how you reserved a mere sentence to describe that scenario involving your teammates. On the contrary, you could write a whole book about him and all his hypothetical remarks, meticulously poiting out every small gesture or expression - or the lack of - of him. Since truth lies in the middle, you decide to dedicate him only another lengthy paragraph.

"You would start with something along the lines of ‘Love is a complex system of emotional responses influenced by myriad factors…’ as if you were delivering a profile, definitely using that same tone as well. You’d probably have us all analyzing every possible nuance and you enjoy watching us slobber, trying to quickly sober up to keep up with your impeccable remarks. Of course we would miserably fail at being analytical whatsoever, but you love whenever we make a fool out of ourselves."

He chuckles "You do know me too well"

He probably hints at the possibilty of having a weekend off with his next text "And since now you're making me think I might have to start prepare my speech about love, it wouldn't hurt to also include a few practical applications for the BAU team’s dynamics."

Ha. You wish he showed you what those practical applications consisted of. Hotch although interrupts even the possibility of recycling this genius quick witted remark with him, making sure to replace yourself with his archenemy section chief Erin Strauss, to not weird him out.

"Jokes apart, your take on love would be fascinating, I'm looking forward to hear it", he says.

"Only if you’re ready for philosophical debates after a few glasses of wine. Though, I’ll warn you - I take my Plato very seriously."

Hotch smiles at that, apparently he took his Plato quite seriously as well. What you're not aware at all is that the late-night session of Symposium you had interrupted wasn't his first.

"I’ll keep that in mind. But honestly, I’ve been finding parts of it… enlightening."

He had actually finished it for the first time less than a hour before you texted. What you actually interrupted was Hotch helplessly going back through certain passages that reminded him of you. He hypothesises your take on the subject of love, trying to gauge how you view it without revealing feelings he’s kept carefully hidden for a long time.

"Enlightening, huh? So you’ve gotten to the part where Socrates explains how love makes us better people?"

Hotch remembers that part well enough, but he hasn’t revealed just how deeply he’s been thinking about it - how, in his own quiet way, he’s been trying to connect those ideas to his life, and to you, so he chooses his next words carefully.

“Not yet." He lies, knowing that the part you appointed to would only come much later in the book "But I’m guessing you’ve got some thoughts on that?"

He imagines you smiling on the other end, maybe a little amused at how he’s obviously deflecting, although you don’t press him, but your next reply doesn't lack a subtle challenge.

"I do. But I think you'd find it pretty relevant, Hotch. Phaedrus talks about how lovers fight better together - how love gives them courage."

He quickly smirks and reminds himself how much he loves when you put him in the corner with the choice of your words, there was no way he could deflect that, since Phaedrus’s speech comes first, he couldn't say he hadn't read that yet.

Hotch's eyes flicker toward the book again, remembering Phaedrus’s discourse: the idea that love could make people fight harder, be stronger… it strikes a chord, reminding him of the strength he’s seen in you, in the unique way you both handle the intense challenges of your work when paired up together. He types, his words more deliberate now.

"Phaedrus might be onto something. Love as a motivator, as a way to push people to be better. What about you? Do you see it that way?"

There’s a slight pause before your next message, and he can almost sense your careful consideration, you’ve never been one to answer these kinds of questions lightly.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, love isn’t just about being close to someone, it’s about making each other better, pushing each other forward. But that is not easy at all. It takes patience, discipline… and maybe a bit of faith."

Hotch’s expression softens as he reads your words. He admires your thoughtfulness, your ability to cut straight to the heart of something that most people shy away from. He finds himself thinking about how true those words are, how they seem to apply not only to love, but to the way both of you approach life and work. He types slowly, his words carefully chosen.

"Patience, discipline, and faith. Sounds a lot like what we do every day, maybe we’re already living it."

As he sends the message, he sets the phone down beside him and glances at the book again. He’s aware of the irony - that for all the deflecting, all the jokes, he’s learning more about you through this conversation than he would have if he had simply asked.

The words of Plato, the discussions on love, seem to take on a new meaning - one that feels personal, one that makes him wonder if he’s been missing something between the lines all along.

"You know, this conversation feels a bit like Socratic dialogue. Just without the wine. Maybe I’m learning about love through you and Plato’s dialogues in a way Socrates might’ve appreciated."

He sends the message, a small smirk on his face. He knows how much you would appreciate the unexpected extra philosophical remark about Socrates even if he knows little to nothing about him apart from that his idea of love in Plato's book. To impress you he totally forgets how only just a few moments before he stated he hasn’t read his discourse yet. A few moments later, your reply comes through.

“No way! Aaron Hotchner now delves into the Socratic dialectics?!"

Now you smell the lie so to make sure you trick him with the next text "Well, maybe you should read something by Socrates next, he was quite the conversationalist, you would rely a lot to him, especially after all of this philosophical banter"

"Any recommendations?" He naively takes the bait

"That’s the thing, Unit Chief - Socrates didn’t write anything. He relied on his students to record his thoughts. It’s all oral and dialectical. The dialogues are his legacy, not written works, maybe that’s why it’s such a rich experience—like having an ongoing conversation with someone through the ages."

Hotch leans back, wishing these moments would linger forever, hoping the words you exchanged could be eternal just like those exchanged by the men he was reading about, now printed with black ink on the paper resting in his hands. He's surprised he doesn’t feel the tiredness of the week anymore or neither the need to sleep. Damn, he has so much energy he's sure he could run a whole marathon, but only if you’re out there watching him.

"Well, if our conversations end up like Plato’s dialogues, I think I’m in for a rewarding challenge. Just don’t make me drink too much wine before our next discussion."

"Unit Chief I thought you had self-control and didn't need to be babied like us mortals"

His phone buzzes with another message from you.

“Sorry if I ask, I’m curious - what got you interested in Symposium all of a sudden? I didn’t think philosophy was your usual reading material."

Hotch takes a moment to think, considering how to respond without revealing too much.

"You know, it’s funny. I saw you reading it a while back and it piqued my interest. I guess I wanted to see what you found so engaging about it. And honestly, I’m finding it pretty compelling - there’s a lot more depth to it than I expected."

His cheeks turn into a light shade of pink at your last response. "Unit Chief, do you believe you might need some professional insights on that speech you needed so urgently to write?"

"I definitely might need a hand - if I'm not wrong you do have a philosophy degree, don't you?"

Symposium might just become Aaron Hotchner's all-time-favourite book as well, after all.

[krilayt]

Not a day goes by without the dumbest dramas in the Bully fandom.

At that moment, when it would seem everything had already been said and discussed ten times, a couple of people came out who decided not to understand the situation and just collect public approval on heightspeech in fact. Come on, knights on white horses, keep looking for any absurd reasons to try to "make fun" of someone.

Now a few words about all the screenshots that holymoly.... posted and also people she's reposting. First of all, in all these attempts to shame Murka's honor, you are literally putting in good light a person who REALLY supported nazism/racism/fatshaming and even tried to convey some kind of thought through her work (I'm talking about Aubrey if anything. She is a creator and distributor of content, unlike Murka, who uploaded art to the telegram channel, which is viewed mainly by her friends.Yes, some random types could go there, but as a rule, they didn't stay there for long. Trying to compare Murka and Aubrey, you forget that Aubrey literally put her work on display on a social network with a million+ users And was proud of it, without giving up her destructive, absolutely terrible views. Fuck, the whole first paragraph looks like something that's not worth explaining at all.)

Second. Don't you people have anything to do? Instead of "fighting" on Tumblr with a person who participated in a really important cause (yes, the fact that Aubrey's content is not found on Tumblr is a victory and a huge plus), you could do something useful for society. Because exposing spiritualistic images that were created during friendly conversations and local jokes, trying to condemn the use of GIFs (a gif with Elon Musk, who was under the influence of "drugs" at Trump's inauguration.), and condemning a person for a nickname without understanding the situation is low, disgusting and extremely stupid. And I even understand why such "liquid" arguments came in. You "spectacle-hungry" people simply had nothing else to accuse.

And unlike Aubrey, Murka does not delete her profile, does not deny, and even admits mistakes. Yes, there is irony somewhere, but in our world there is nowhere without humor. And speaking of humor. You're trying to portray ironic, non-pretentious drawings and "jokes on hot topics" as something terrible. But fuck, is having fun with friends without putting it on public display a bad thing? And I can't fucking believe that you're so "moral" that you've never made any black jokes or drawn stupid things in your friends' notebooks. Everyone has a sin, even the smallest one. Only you refuse to understand the situation. Almost like bulls who see a red rag and get enraged.

Now the bottom line. Why did I say all this at all? Murka is absolutely not the kind of person who deserves such attacks/ attempts at ridicule / absolutely stupid posts with accusations for no reason, when the situation with Aubrey had ALREADY subsided. In addition, Murka did not support harassment, she just wanted that girl to stop producing such content on this million-plus social network.

You can call me a hypocrite, an excuser, a devil's advocate, just an idiot, and so on. I don't give a fuck. Maybe I've even earned all these nicknames, I don't know, I'm used to it already. One thing is unclear to me. Why do people have so much anger, hatred, and a desire to ruin something? Yes, you can endlessly excuse yourself with phrases like "well, we are good guys here, we do not support anything bad, but we will continue to rummage through the telegram channel of another person" who, in turn, publishes everything for friends and is not an art creator and also does not try to show any of her views or convey questionable thoughts. As for the accusations of using GIFs and attempts to find a connection between a person's nickname and support for nazism, I have already said. This is idiotic.

I cannot look at a causeless dislike of a person and obvious attempts to achieve something. My whole fucking life is made up of hate. To myself, from society to me, and much more. That's not what we're talking about. I just want to say that all these human feelings are disgusting, destructive and lead to nothing good. I know and understand it just fine. And as I said earlier, Murka doesn't even deserve the funny posts that people have made about her. Try to compare really good people and Nazis further. You're doing a great fucking job (no). But seriously, just stop this flow of gratuitous accusations and natural nonsense. Be reasonable. Peace and happiness to all

And the hero who started it all, the one who wrote anonymously, among other things, you can take off your masks and log in to Murka's telegram channel. You somehow found access. I think even now, when she is ready for dialogue, you can

[mrcompass]

Fun Facts about Yu Tendo

His given name Yu (遊) means play or playing. His surname means:

天 (Ten) – "Heaven," "sky," or "divine"

童 (Dou) – "Child," often associated with innocence or youth.

Yu is the smallest and youngest known member of the Dark Nebula.

He was considered the number two of the organization until Reiji appeared, although he acted as Daidoji’s right-hand man.

Yu is the second character to use the Flame Fusion Wheel, and the first whose Beyblade represents an inanimate object—Libra, the scales.

He bonded with Kenta, another Flame Wheel user. Additionally, their spin tracks and tips are the same color. Later, Kenta would borrow Libra's ES in his fight against Reiji.

Coincidentally, Ryutaro also uses the T125ES combo, and like Yu, he battled Gingka in Battle Bladers.

The Face Bolt motif depicts Libra as a bat. Interestingly, Yu’s Beyblade can manipulate and generate sound waves. Bats are known to use echolocation, and the sense of hearing is also linked to balance—fitting, since Libra symbolizes balance.

Yu’s sailor suit might connect to this theme, as radar (which functions with sound) is often used on boats and submarines.

It could also be a nod to his young age, since children in the 19th and early 20th centuries often wore sailor suits.

Yu’s Libra has been broken four times:

First by Reiji

Then by the Garcia siblings (with Enzo worsening the damage)

Again by Damian

And finally during the battle against Nemesis

Yu has a somewhat complicated history with snake-bey users:

His Bey was broken by Reiji

He pointed out that Team Chandora of India only used serpent-themed Beys

He was the first to duel Tithi, whose Beyblade, Quetzalcoatl, is based on a winged serpent

Ironically, despite being the one who wished for Battle Bladers, Yu was eliminated in the first round—like most of the Dark Nebula Bladers.

In the qualifiers for the Japanese team, Yu was placed fourth. If Kyoya hadn’t refused to join, Yu likely wouldn’t have been selected for Team Gan Gan Galaxy, as he lost both of his qualifying battles.

Both Zeo and Chris have similar hairstyles, as well as parallels with Yu:

All three were abandoned by a close friend in a dire situation. They each joined an evil organization only to be used by it.

Additionally, both Yu and Zeo were betrayed by said organisation.

Like Yu, Zeo owned a Beyblade representing an inanimate object and used the Flame Fusion Wheel.

Coincidentally, both Libra and Byxis's Energy Rings are the same color as their respective owner's eyes.

Both had a rocky first encounter with Masamune, and one of their close friends (Tsubasa and Toby) ended up in the hospital.

They also started out as friendly figures before it was revealed that they were working with the main villains.

Both Yu and Chris use stamina-type Beyblades and are prodigies when it comes to Beyblade.

Libra and Orion also have free-spinning tips.

After their defeats against Gingka, they realized the true meaning of Beyblade and both eventually became friends with him.

Yu has famously developed a habit of giving his friends nicknames, such as Tatekyo/Yoyo for Kyoya or Gingin/Gingky for Gingka.

Madoka, Tsubasa, and Masamune are among the few people who didn’t receive nicknames, although Yu originally tried to give one to Masamune: Masa-Mu-Mu.

Yu is the fourth character to defeat Gingka and the third to do it in a fair match, after Tetsuya, Ryuga, and Osamu (though Gingka wasn’t focused during the latter).

Yu is the only member of Team Gan Gan Galaxy who didn’t appear in Zero-G, not even receiving a cameo.

Despite being only a sub-member, Yu battled as much as Tsubasa did in the World Championship.

Both had two duels: Yu battled Aleksei and Enzo, while Tsubasa fought Chi-Un and Argo. They also fought together in duo battles twice (against teams Wild Fang and Excalibur), making them the members of Gan Gan Galaxy with the most team battles.

Along with Benkei, Tsubasa is one of the main characters from Fusion who never had an upgrade to their Bey.

In the manga, Yu, Tsubasa, and Reiji form a trio in Dark Nebula.

He is the second character not to have a spirit; instead, it manifests through his sound wave creation ability.

In episode 138 it was showned that Nemesis was able to replicate Libra's power.

The character Yu battled the most is Tsubasa Otori.

[felassan]

User: "Stupid question, but how much of Dragon Age: Inquisition do you have to remember to play Veilguard?" Trick Weekes: "You can come to the game having never played a Dragon Age game before (or engaged with any of the tie-in stuff) and be fine. There are things that reward returning players who remember the lore, but like DAI itself, it's intended to be friendly to new players." [source] User: "I played the shiiiiiiit out of DAI, but only when it came out. So I remember big things (The Iron Bull, Cassandra, Varric, aka my ride or die) but not the finer details." Trick Weekes: "Anything that would require a great memory is brought up with an on-ramp for folks new to the series, so I think you'll be fine." [source]

[max-levchin]

Shamir Secret Sharing

It’s 3am. Paul, the head of PayPal database administration carefully enters his elaborate passphrase at a keyboard in a darkened cubicle of 1840 Embarcadero Road in East Palo Alto, for the fifth time. He hits Return. The green-on-black console window instantly displays one line of text: “Sorry, one or more wrong passphrases. Can’t reconstruct the key. Goodbye.” 

There is nerd pandemonium all around us. James, our recently promoted VP of Engineering, just climbed the desk at a nearby cubicle, screaming: “Guys, if we can’t get this key the right way, we gotta start brute-forcing it ASAP!” It’s gallows humor – he knows very well that brute-forcing such a key will take millions of years, and it’s already 6am on the East Coast – the first of many “Why is PayPal down today?” articles is undoubtedly going to hit CNET shortly. Our single-story cubicle-maze office is buzzing with nervous activity of PayPalians who know they can’t help but want to do something anyway. I poke my head up above the cubicle wall to catch a glimpse of someone trying to stay inside a giant otherwise empty recycling bin on wheels while a couple of Senior Software Engineers are attempting to accelerate the bin up to dangerous speeds in the front lobby. I lower my head and try to stay focused. “Let’s try it again, this time with three different people” is the best idea I can come up with, even though I am quite sure it will not work. 

It doesn’t. 

The key in question decrypts PayPal’s master payment credential table – also known as the giant store of credit card and bank account numbers. Without access to payment credentials, PayPal doesn’t really have a business per se, seeing how we are supposed to facilitate payments, and that’s really hard to do if we no longer have access to the 100+ million credit card numbers our users added over the last year of insane growth. 

This is the story of a catastrophic software bug I briefly introduced into the PayPal codebase that almost cost us the company (or so it seemed, in the moment.) I’ve told this story a handful of times, always swearing the listeners to secrecy, and surprisingly it does not appear to have ever been written down before. 20+ years since the incident, it now appears instructive and a little funny, rather than merely extremely embarrassing. 

Before we get back to that fateful night, we have to go back another decade. In the summer of 1991, my family and I moved to Chicago from Kyiv, Ukraine. While we had just a few hundred dollars between the five of us, we did have one secret advantage: science fiction fans. 

My dad was a highly active member of Zoryaniy Shlyah – Kyiv’s possibly first (and possibly only, at the time) sci-fi fan club – the name means “Star Trek” in Ukrainian, unsurprisingly. He translated some Stansilaw Lem (of Solaris and Futurological Congress fame) from Polish to Russian in the early 80s and was generally considered a coryphaeus at ZSh. 

While USSR was more or less informationally isolated behind the digital Iron Curtain until the late ‘80s, by 1990 or so, things like FidoNet wriggled their way into the Soviet computing world, and some members of ZSh were now exchanging electronic mail with sci-fi fans of the free world.

The vaguely exotic news of two Soviet refugee sci-fi fans arriving in Chicago was transmitted to the local fandom before we had even boarded the PanAm flight that took us across the Atlantic [1]. My dad (and I, by extension) was soon adopted by some kind Chicago science fiction geeks, a few of whom became close friends over the years, though that’s a story for another time. 

A year or so after the move to Chicago, our new sci-fi friends invited my dad to a birthday party for a rising star of the local fandom, one Bruce Schneier. We certainly did not know Bruce or really anyone at the party, but it promised good food, friendly people, and probably filk. My role was to translate, as my dad spoke limited English at the time. 

I had fallen desperately in love with secret codes and cryptography about a year before we left Ukraine. Walking into Bruce’s library during the house tour (this was a couple years before Applied Cryptography was published and he must have been deep in research) felt like walking into Narnia. 

I promptly abandoned my dad to fend for himself as far as small talk and canapés were concerned, and proceeded to make a complete ass out of myself by brazenly asking the host for a few sheets of paper and a pencil. Having been obliged, I pulled a half dozen cryptography books from the shelves and went to work trying to copy down some answers to a few long-held questions on the library floor. After about two hours of scribbling alone like a man possessed, I ran out of paper and decided to temporarily rejoin the party. 

On the living room table, Bruce had stacks of copies of his fanzine Ramblings. Thinking I could use the blank sides of the pages to take more notes, I grabbed a printout and was about to quietly return to copying the original S-box values for DES when my dad spotted me from across the room and demanded I help him socialize. The party wrapped soon, and our friends drove us home. 

The printout I grabbed was not a Ramblings issue. It was a short essay by Bruce titled Sharing Secrets Among Friends, essentially a humorous explanation of Shamir Secret Sharing. 

Say you want to make sure that something really really important and secret (a nuclear weapon launch code, a database encryption key, etc) cannot be known or used by a single (friendly) actor, but becomes available, if at least n people from a group of m choose to do it. Think two on-duty officers (from a cadre of say 5) turning keys together to get ready for a nuke launch. 

The idea (proposed by Adi Shamir – the S of RSA! – in 1979) is as simple as it is beautiful. 

Let’s call the secret we are trying to split among m people K. 

First, create a totally random polynomial that looks like: y(x) = C0 * x^(n-1) + C1 * x^(n-2) + C2 * x^(n-3) ….+ K. “Create” here just means generate random coefficients C. Now, for every person in your trusted group of m, evaluate the polynomial for some randomly chosen Xm and hand them their corresponding (Xm,Ym) each. 

If we have n of these points together, we can use Lagrange interpolating polynomial to reconstruct the coefficients – and evaluate the original polynomial at x=0, which conveniently gives us y(0) = K, the secret. Beautiful. I still had the printout with me, years later, in Palo Alto. 

It should come as no surprise that during my time as CTO PayPal engineering had an absolute obsession with security. No firewall was one too many, no multi-factor authentication scheme too onerous, etc. Anything that was worth anything at all was encrypted at rest. 

To decrypt, a service would get the needed data from its database table, transmit it to a special service named cryptoserv (an original SUN hardware running Solaris sitting on its own, especially tightly locked-down network) and a special service running only there would perform the decryption and send back the result. 

Decryption request rate was monitored externally and on cryptoserv, and if there were too many requests, the whole thing was to shut down and purge any sensitive data and keys from its memory until manually restarted. 

It was this manual restart that gnawed at me. At launch, a bunch of configuration files containing various critical decryption keys were read (decrypted by another key derived from one manually-entered passphrase) and loaded into the memory to perform future cryptographic services.

Four or five of us on the engineering team knew the passphrase and could restart cryptoserv if it crashed or simply had to have an upgrade. What if someone performed a little old-fashioned rubber-hose cryptanalysis and literally beat the passphrase out of one of us? The attacker could theoretically get access to these all-important master keys. Then stealing the encrypted-at-rest database of all our users’ secrets could prove useful – they could decrypt them in the comfort of their underground supervillain lair. 

I needed to eliminate this threat.

Shamir Secret Sharing was the obvious choice – beautiful, simple, perfect (you can in fact prove that if done right, it offers perfect secrecy.) I decided on a 3-of-8 scheme and implemented it in pure POSIX C for portability over a few days, and tested it for several weeks on my Linux desktop with other engineers. 

Step 1: generate the polynomial coefficients for 8 shard-holders.

Step 2: compute the key shards (x0, y0)  through (x7, y7)

Step 3: get each shard-holder to enter a long, secure passphrase to encrypt the shard

Step 4: write out the 8 shard files, encrypted with their respective passphrases.

And to reconstruct: 

Step 1: pick any 3 shard files. 

Step 2: ask each of the respective owners to enter their passphrases. 

Step 3: decrypt the shard files.

Step 4: reconstruct the polynomial, evaluate it for x=0 to get the key.

Step 5: launch cryptoserv with the key. 

One design detail here is that each shard file also stored a message authentication code (a keyed hash) of its passphrase to make sure we could identify when someone mistyped their passphrase. These tests ran hundreds and hundreds of times, on both Linux and Solaris, to make sure I did not screw up some big/little-endianness issue, etc. It all worked perfectly. 

A month or so later, the night of the key splitting party was upon us. We were finally going to close out the last vulnerability and be secure. Feeling as if I was about to turn my fellow shard-holders into cymeks, I gathered them around my desktop as PayPal’s front page began sporting the “We are down for maintenance and will be back soon” message around midnight.

The night before, I solemnly generated the new master key and securely copied it to cryptoserv. Now, while “Push It” by Salt-n-Pepa blared from someone’s desktop speakers, the automated deployment script copied shard files to their destination. 

While each of us took turns carefully entering our elaborate passphrases at a specially selected keyboard, Paul shut down the main database and decrypted the payment credentials table, then ran the script to re-encrypt with the new key. Some minutes later, the database was running smoothly again, with the newly encrypted table, without incident. 

All that was left was to restore the master key from its shards and launch the new, even more secure cryptographic service. 

The three of us entered our passphrases… to be met with the error message I haven’t seen in weeks: “Sorry, one or more wrong passphrases. Can’t reconstruct the key. Goodbye.” Surely one of us screwed up typing, no big deal, we’ll do it again. No dice. No dice – again and again, even after we tried numerous combinations of the three people necessary to decrypt. 

Minutes passed, confusion grew, tension rose rapidly. 

There was nothing to do, except to hit rewind – to grab the master key from the file still sitting on cryptoserv, split it again, generate new shards, choose passphrases, and get it done. Not a great feeling to have your first launch go wrong, but not a huge deal either. It will all be OK in a minute or two.

A cursory look at the master key file date told me that no, it wouldn’t be OK at all. The file sitting on cryptoserv wasn’t from last night, it was created just a few minutes ago. During the Salt-n-Pepa-themed push from stage, we overwrote the master key file with the stage version. Whatever key that was, it wasn’t the one I generated the day before: only one copy existed, the one I copied to cryptoserv from my computer the night before. Zero copies existed now. Not only that, the push script appears to have also wiped out the backup of the old key, so the database backups we have encrypted with the old key are likely useless. 

Sitrep: we have 8 shard files that we apparently cannot use to restore the master key and zero master key backups. The database is running but its secret data cannot be accessed. 

I will leave it to your imagination to conjure up what was going through my head that night as I stared into the black screen willing the shards to work. After half a decade of trying to make something of myself (instead of just going to work for Microsoft or IBM after graduation) I had just destroyed my first successful startup in the most spectacular fashion. 

Still, the idea of “what if we all just continuously screwed up our passphrases” swirled around my brain. It was an easy check to perform, thanks to the included MACs. I added a single printf() debug statement into the shard reconstruction code and instead of printing out a summary error of “one or more…” the code now showed if the passphrase entered matched the authentication code stored in the shard file. 

I compiled the new code directly on cryptoserv in direct contravention of all reasonable security practices – what did I have to lose? Entering my own passphrase, I promptly got “bad passphrase” error I just added to the code. Well, that’s just great – I knew my passphrase was correct, I had it written down on a post-it note I had planned to rip up hours ago. 

Another person, same error. Finally, the last person, JK, entered his passphrase. No error. The key still did not reconstruct correctly, I got the “Goodbye”, but something worked. I turned to the engineer and said, “what did you just type in that worked?”

After a second of embarrassed mumbling, he admitted to choosing “a$$word” as his passphrase. The gall! I asked everyone entrusted with the grave task of relaunching crytposerv to pick really hard to guess passphrases, and this guy…?! Still, this was something -- it worked. But why?!

I sprinted around the half-lit office grabbing the rest of the shard-holders demanding they tell me their passphrases. Everyone else had picked much lengthier passages of text and numbers. I manually tested each and none decrypted correctly. Except for the a$$word. What was it…

A lightning bolt hit me and I sprinted back to my own cubicle in the far corner, unlocked the screen and typed in “man getpass” on the command line, while logging into cryptoserv in another window and doing exactly the same thing there. I saw exactly what I needed to see. 

Today, should you try to read up the programmer’s manual (AKA the man page) on getpass, you will find it has been long declared obsolete and replaced with a more intelligent alternative in nearly all flavors of modern Unix.  

But back then, if you wanted to collect some information from the keyboard without printing what is being typed in onto the screen and remain POSIX-compliant, getpass did the trick. Other than a few standard file manipulation system calls, getpass was the only operating system service call I used, to ensure clean portability between Linux and Solaris. 

Except it wasn’t completely clean. 

Plain as day, there it was: the manual pages were identical, except Solaris had a “special feature”: any passphrase entered that was longer than 8 characters long was automatically reduced to that length anyway. (Who needs long passwords, amiright?!)

I screamed like a wounded animal. We generated the key on my Linux desktop and entered our novel-length passphrases right here. Attempting to restore them on a Solaris machine where they were being clipped down to 8 characters long would never work. Except, of course, for a$$word. That one was fine.

The rest was an exercise in high-speed coding and some entirely off-protocol file moving. We reconstructed the master key on my machine (all of our passphrases worked fine), copied the file to the Solaris-running cryptoserv, re-split it there (with very short passphrases), reconstructed it successfully, and PayPal was up and running again like nothing ever happened. 

By the time our unsuspecting colleagues rolled back into the office I was starting to doze on the floor of my cubicle and that was that. When someone asked me later that day why we took so long to bring the site back up, I’d simply respond with “eh, shoulda RTFM.” 

RTFM indeed. 

P.S. A few hours later, John, our General Counsel, stopped by my cubicle to ask me something. The day before I apparently gave him a sealed envelope and asked him to store it in his safe for 24 hours without explaining myself. He wanted to know what to do with it now that 24 hours have passed. 

Ha. I forgot all about it, but in a bout of “what if it doesn’t work” paranoia, I printed out the base64-encoded master key when we had generated it the night before, stuffed it into an envelope, and gave it to John for safekeeping. We shredded it together without opening and laughed about what would have never actually been a company-ending event. 

P.P.S. If you are thinking of all the ways this whole SSS design is horribly insecure (it had some real flaws for sure) and plan to poke around PayPal to see if it might still be there, don’t. While it served us well for a few years, this was the very first thing eBay required us to turn off after the acquisition. Pretty sure it’s back to a single passphrase now. 

Notes:

1: a member of Chicagoland sci-fi fan community let me know that the original news of our move to the US was delivered to them via a posted letter, snail mail, not FidoNet email! 

[partisan-by-default]

He got several responses to his post, so out of curiosity, Jeff searched Reddit for instances of people outside of his local community who were looking for ways to avoid pro-Trump businesses. He cut and pasted his spiel about PublicSquare into those threads, too.

His message took off, spreading to Reddit threads all over the country by people eager to do something — anything — to reject Trump. Ironically, people began finding solace in the very thing PublicSquare offers its supporters: a chance to align your spending with your values. Except in this case, people are using PublicSquare to decide where not to spend.

“Is there a list for 2025 so we can pass around to the worthy peace loving humans?” one Reddit user in Oregon asked in a February thread, “MAGA Businesses in Oregon to BOYCOTT.” Jeff tossed in his description of PublicSquare, and his post got “upvoted” 263 times, meaning it got pushed to the top of the thread for more people to see.

Jeff pasted his post into another Reddit thread based in Long Beach, California, titled, “MAGA Businesses to Avoid.” It was upvoted 65 times.

“My god I just found out my dog’s vet is on there,” one user wrote in response.

“THANK YOU FOR THIS LIST,” wrote another user.

[verbosenerv0sa]

About *gasp* little ol MOI?? yes indeedly doodles!! :D

Ciao, I'm Verbose!

Please do NOT @ me in reblog chain posts, especially if they include non-€D users!!

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I primarily have experience with BED, but do relate to some aspects of a4a and m!4 and am always working towards being a better restricter. I also have food aversions which may or may not align with 4RF!D, meaning my safe foods may not seem like proper "a4a food" but I just eat what I can and I do my best. We're all just doing our best here, aren't we?

(Note: 4rf!d is not an ed in the same way as other eds, and there is potential for a lot of harm in the mixing of the 4rf!d community with the a4a/m!4 community. I strongly discourage crosstagging for the safety of the 4rf!d community, at THEIR preference.)

I have chronic pain and fatigue which makes this especially hard on my body. I require a higher intake to function and mostly only exercise by pacing around in my room, as a proper workout will cripple me for a week.

My favorite color is orange! (Ironically and very sadly, I am allergic to actual oranges 😭)

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I don't mind words like girl or boy, but why not simply call me pookie or a bitch (nicely please), or whatever. Get creative!!

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My tags:

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plus sometimes random tags just for funsies or ✨seasonal✨ tags but they almost always have my name and pronouns in them (kind of just a style choice?)

And now do you understand my verboseness? I use a lot of words, can't help it! Congratulations on making it to the bottom of this, you might be tired now. I know I am.

[stfrancisprayer]

dexter fletcher goes go-karting in a piece promoting lock, stock and two smoking barrels (1998) - KARTRACING magazine, october 1998. 🏎️ 🚦more photos + article under the cut!

Dexter Fletcher and Nick Moran, stars of the new British film 'Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels', have raced karts indoors and they now fancied driving a racing kart outdoors. With some help from Deavinsons and their new PRD 2-stroke, KARTRACING was happy to oblige...

Club sound-system guru Darrin De-Grads contacted his friend Oli Wheeler (KARTRACING's track-tester) to see if he could arrange a 2-stroke PRD sample for his mates Nick and Dexter. The fact that they both wanted to experience the 2-stroke presented us with a fortuitous problem.

The inevitable spinning/stalling and push-starts that accompany the introduction to a traditional direct-drive machine present potential [?] for all concerned. Therefore, what we required was a user-friendly [2-stroke PRD,] one with a clutch. Since Deavinson's PRD is so equipped and [none of us] at KARTRACING have had a go in one, Oli and I arranged to meet Dexter and Nick at Rye House.

During the journey to Rye, Radio 1's film critic reviews, ironically, [covered] 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels'. Alarm bells should have [rang] when the character described Godzilla, in his round-up, as an underrated film and 'well worth checking out.' For his review of 'Lock, Stock...', he obviously decided that this highly praised film was due for a [?] and felt that the film's style, plot and structure were derivative of Quentin Tarantino, dismissing the film as merely a 'British Reservoir Dogs', a misplaced and ironic observation considering that Tarantino himself is always keen to explain how Reservoir Dogs is a pot-pourri of various movies.

However, what interested me was the negative application of the word 'derivative.' Now, without wishing to get into some philosophical [discussion,] what the hell isn't 'derivative' these days, and especially within the [?] of go-karting.

Deavinson's PRD is another attempt at devising a 'budget' 2-stroke - goodness me, how 'derivative!' [...]

partial transcript of the article written by Nick Gordon

[internal-ethics]

so...some tobirama things

[these are my old comments and chats and bullet points so will sound incoherent in a post]

the first major early era capitalist

aside from the literal ninja nuclear bomb jutsu that's his signature, tbrm inventions are all his attempt to redistribute some og bloodline bullshit his bro had and abolish the clan mindset.

shadow clones work the same way as Wood Clones. It tricks all magic eyes, kill time doing shit and for info gathering

flying thunder god is an advanced summoning jutsu (which senju are good at) where "teleporting" just means literally summoning yourself from one place to another as long as you marked the place before. No magic or jutsu could track it.

wood jutsus and sharingans and byakugans are bloodline limits only his bro and big clans could do. he couldnt.

so what do he do? Make similar stuff everyone could learn and do regardless of clans,

Tl dr , bro is an early era capitalist who took power and jutsus from the elite feudal clans, flipped them off together with their clannism, and produced accessible and user friendly means for non-clan , non blood limit people that are willing to pay for it

Cause everyone from big clans was just sticking to themselves and going all Dues ex MACHINA on power

And it really depended on who had the bigger better nukes, who was going to RULE

and that SUCKS for everyone else, the normal people

of course his stuff also served as counters of those very blood limits and middle fingers to them bc he's an bitter asshole that way, just not the kind everyone thinks

in father's time, the eldest son of a clanhead becomes clan heads ALWAYS and they could do what ever they want. this is not father's time. this is the end of the feudal mindset. And the start of their version of democratic national republic, so you gotta get the people's rep votes to decide who rules.

2. sacrifice - the foundations of the new ninja world

Most fans, even his own fans, due to the databook's wording, remember him as "the one who built the village". as in building the infrastructures and concrete things. thats only scratching the surface of who he really was : he IS the village by virtue of his deeds. And the point of him doing all that he does is ...he literally is the only one who ado it to the highest standards and thats both great and ironic, because everyone does it, but NO one else does it like him.

[easy for him to say lol]

he sacrificed himself, so everyone does the same, but others like Shikamaru sacrifice because they think they are the fittest to die, like they are the weakest or most sacrificable. tobiramas sacrifice should have hit hard, bc he sacrificed precisely BECAUSE he was literally the most unfit to die, the strongest, the most nonsensible choice to die. Thats how it paved such a strong legacy. And i think, while not meaning to do anything in that calibre, and never showing these qualities of ninja, and most likely having got a normal death, hashirama was the one tobirama learned from, by his almost suicide to protect tobirama, as the strongest in his clan. The difference is while hashirama was doing it just for his brother and his friend, tobirama imprinted that into his mind and did that for everyone. He made a brothers love into a worldwide legacy, a tradition.

Tobirama didnt just create the chuunin exams, he was the standards based on which they test shinobis in the exams. Intelligence, planning, general smart fighting and info gathering skills, time based choices, bravery and once again, the will to sacrifice yourself. Shikamaru is the only one who passed that time because he acted exactly like Tobirama would in all the exams. The chuunin exams is to sort out who is the most like him.

He didnt just create the Anbu who are special assasins and spies who has no name. He IS the special assassin and spy. Because since childhood he was THAT assassin and that spy, a deadly shadow behind a leader.

He didnt just create the Police Force. He IS the one with all the qualities to be the Police : strictness, caution, principles, law abiding, fraternity and loyalty.

bonus not to mention he is not the one who built the physical village. hashirama is. hashirama was the one with visual thinking and works in the present. he knew what the village is gonna look like and where to build it since he was a kid. hashirama built the physical village like the pillar tree he is, he takes care of it's SPACE, makes sure it exist for people to reside in. tobirama embodies the IDEA and standards of the village and takes care of it's TIME, makes sure it lasts for the next generation.

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[meiieiri]

hii could you please write about how the jjk men's social media would look like, like what would they post, how often, what socials they would have? sorry if this is 2 specific!!

HOW THEIR INSTAGRAM PAGES WOULD LOOK LIKE [FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN]

❁—CHARACTERS: nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru (toji isn’t here bc the only online platform he’s on is onlyfans)

a/n: hey hey~ no worries! i love making stuff like these anyway, thanks for this btw, had a lot of fun making these. i only made ig as their socials as of rn because i don’t have twitter so i don’t rlly know how that works ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

༊*·˚ NANAMI KENTO

↬ nanami’s instagram would have really warm, vibrant tones to accentuate each and every mundane detail of his life into something that looks so euphoric and almost utopian-like which isn’t at all surprising seeing as this man has seen so much pain and suffering for a good majority of his life.

↬ i think he’d pick up photography as a hobby, maybe he’ll dabble into playing around with the settings on adobe lightroom or maybe secretly attend saturday workshops, on his way home from his bakery run, where he gets to learn all the fundamentals on photography composition. he eventually learns about instagram and he downloads the app on a whim when he gets bored at work. he appreciates the user friendly interface and gets the hang of it pretty quickly. he usually posts thrice a month, more if his schedule allows.

↬ now the thing with kento is he doesn’t usually put captions on his photos other than single emojis like: “🐱” or “🥐”. an exception to this is when he posts your birthday photos. he lovingly spares a few words for you that are minimal, at best, only containing a short birthday greeting. but hey, it’s written in pretty font, sooo~~

kento watches you from the couch situated near your home’s screen door leading to the pocket garden the two of you set up when you first moved in together. a small smile plays at his lips when you momentarily jump in surprise as your cat rubs herself against your legs finally ending your little game of hide and seek. “there you are,” you crouch down to scratch her ears. the loving scene of domesticity unfolds before him like a record tape from the nineties, complete with subdued hues of yellow and rose. “sweetheart, could you look here for a bit?” he calls as he fumbles with his phone. you look up confused and that’s when he decides to snap the picture. “hey! i wasn’t ready,” you protest. but he’s already posting the picture on his instagram with the caption: “💕”.

༊*·˚ YUTA OKKOTSU

↬ yuta has a fascination with sunsets. there’s just something so alluring and somewhat sorrowful about the last flicker of sunlight waging a war against her opponent, the night sky and her stars, to keep its dominion over the sky. yuta has always struggled with the notion of impermanence — he finds change to be downright terrifying which is why he took it upon himself to confront this fear by taking pictures of the setting sun, a form of change that is ironically as unchanging as his love for a certain someone, hehe.

↬ he normally uses his instagram as a digital journal of sorts. he’s always away owing to the many missions he’s now been assigned as a sorcerer second only to gojo satoru. he writes down entries, as much as possible, on a weekly basis to properly process the many emotions he’s felt that day.

↬ naturally, you’re always the first to view the pictures ergo press the heart button which always makes him turn a bright shade of pink despite the many years you’ve been together. AND, even though you’ve already technically seen the pictures, yuta will ALWAYS show it to you again when he gets home from work and regale you with all the amazing details about his recent trip.

yuta practically melted into your arms when he came in through the front door. “missed you,” he murmurs. you crane your head back to get a good look at him and you heave a sigh of blissful relief when you neither find a single scratch nor bruise on him. “are you alright, my love?” he asks, head tilted to the right, his eyes wide with curiosity at your silence. “yeah, fine,” you shake your head, playfully pinching his unscathed cheek earning a whistle-like chortle from the young sorcerer. “you know,” he says thoughtfully when his laughter dies down. “i never realized how beautiful the hida mountains are,” he recounts the wondrous things he’d seen and taken photos of from the sleepy lake town they took refuge in, to the mighty mountain river he and gojo had crossed on their way to the summit, to the towering willow trees with branches so ancient they could practically block out the sun, and finally to the mysterious abandoned forest shrine that only showed itself to an honored few, emerging from the haze like a ghostly apparition. he continues to ramble on for a substantial amount of time, scrolling through his phone gallery, not knowing that you’d dozed off. “2:48 AM,” the clock read. yuta sighs at your sleeping form, hearts practically swarming in his eyes. he lifts the blankets to cover your forms. “guess we’ll just have to go together someday,” he says, pecking your cheek before shifting ever so carefully to turn off the nightlight.

༊*·˚ GOJO SATORU

↬ posts low contrast pictures with low brightness because he’s cool that way. if not for the fact that he mostly shares memes, his feed actually looks pretty good, it’s subtle but appealing in many ways and it looks glorious on dark mode, it kinda reminds you of those pinterest or twitter moodboards. he knows his way around setting a moody vibe on his feed, and to think almost all of his pictures were shot on his old iphone. satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer of his generation, much to the surprise of many, is actually quite talented. who would’ve thought?

↬ but please PLEASE someone get instagram away from this man, the world is not ready for his genius. now unlike the others, satoru uses instagram purely for fun. and yes, he posts dumb shit like they’re scripture. he got in trouble with the community once when he posted a picture of dixie (depicted above) from the teletubbies with the caption: “bake those cookies dixie”. you had to help him submit an incident report to the community moderators and a promissory note stating that he’ll never post such lewd things again. and he didn’t (thank god). for a full week, that is. he relapsed almost immediately.

↬ on the bright side, though, his followers always find it cute whenever he posts pictures of the two of you on your dates, even the ever-stoic nanami couldn’t resist the urge to smile whenever he comes across a picture of his senior having the time of his life with you. god knows how much gojo satoru deserves to love and be loved in return, even if he once thought it to be the most repulsive of curses.

gojo watches you from the other end of the table, a tipsy simper on his features when he notices your eyelids drooping, your head bobbing in your drunken stupor, your lips slightly open as your breathing evens out. “you drunk, baby?” he slurs as he polishes off the last of the yakiniku set you ordered, the oily, sweet and salty grilled meat seemingly simmering down the effect of the alcohol. you were the only ones left in the izakaya, at this point, the owner has half a mind to throw the both of you out so they could close for the night. “nooooo,” you sniffle before a tiny hiccup rips through your throat. cute, satoru stares at you with lovestruck eyes. “stop that,” you look at him through your blurred vision. “stop what?” satoru asks, his head resting on the hardwood table as his hand searches his jeans for his phone. he had to capture this moment before he blacks out. “looking at me like i’m the most beautiful girl in the room,” you scowl disapprovingly. he manages to find his iphone just before he nods off to sleep, snapping a picture of the both of you. empty plates and half-finished shot glasses are strewn about your table and the night’s festivities are perfectly captured in the frame. the two of you looked absolutely hammered — your normally tidy hair was disheveled, and his face looked like a cross between a sore thumb and a ripe tomato — but still, you looked happy. and to satoru, that’s all that really matters. “but you are, baby,” he pats you on the head before finally passing out. “you are.”

[lovemikewheeler]

Stranger Things Pokémon Teams Part 2: Mike Wheeler (LONG POST)

Hello hello!! I’m really exited to share this team with you guys since I put a lot of thought into each member of his main party :) but before I start I wanna give a quick shoutout to this Tumblr user that reblogged my post and pointed out a detail I didn’t notice before

Vileplumes petals looking like the demogorgon’s mouth makes it so much better and I really appreciate blitzer91 pointing this detail out, which makes that pick so much better in my opinion :D and the poison atmosphere point is also really clever as well! Thank you for giving me a different perspective I really appreciate it!!

So when thinking of Mike Wheelers team, I pictured him to have a lot of Pokemon who have brute-force attacks (not all of them) but I can imagine he has a reckless fighting style compared to the rest of his friend group. Not to say he wouldn’t be clever at times, but he would use high-stakes moves for high-rewards in battle.

BACKGROUND:

For some quick background on my Stranger Things Pokemon AU (which I’m currently writing the first chapter for) the core 4 are all grown up and once went on a Pokemon journey as children together. In modern day, Dustin is the professors assistant (Professor Clark), Lucas is the electric type gym-leader for Hawkins, Will is an artist who does Pokemon Contests, and Mike is a former member of the Elite-four. He resined his position to go back home and help his family one year ago, and lost the spark for Pokemon battles in the process.

He rediscovers his love for battling after having a “friendly” competition with his friend Lucas (which turns competitive quickly) and he gets the idea for the core 4 to go one one last journey before they are officially adults. The whole party disagrees with this at first, however once Mike was able to convince Will to come with him, the rest of the party followed. If you’re wondering, YES, this fanfic will have byler on the side =] and double YES, they will have a lot of tension (in a cute/romantic way) during the adventure, they recruit Jane and Max during their journey.

First Pokémon:

Aegislash was introduced in the Kalos region (I don’t particularly care for gen 6 but that’s beside the point) but if I didn’t use this Pokemon it would have been a huge missed opportunity. He’s literally a paladin in DND, he holds a shield in Will’s drawing, this couldn’t be any more on the nose. This would be the first Pokémon he would send out, setting the tone for the fight and how he leads the party with heart, he leads the party with his shield. So he send out Aegislash to lead his Pokémon.

Aegislash is a steel/ghost type

Move set: a closer look:

Sword Dance: sharply increases the Pokémon’s attack stats, by two stages. He would use this at the beginning of the battle to set the tone, he would prioritize raising Aegislash’s attack stats since they are much lower than its defense stats. Again, his aggressive and offensive play-style

Iron Head: a steel-type attack move that has a 30% chance of the opponent flinching, would be his second move, hoping to flinch his opponent to get a one-up on them

Shadow Claw: Mike as a trainer definitely prioritizes his attacks more than any of his other stats, with training each of his Pokémon to have high attack, Aegislash would know shadow claw because he not only acknowledges that he needs a ghost-type move to balance his team, but shadow claw is a physical attack move, benefiting to his strength

Iron Defense: after so many Pokémon battles, Mike realized brute-force will not win him every match. He more so uses defensive moves such as iron defense as a safety net. Iron defense sharply raises the Pokémon’s defense by two stages

Second Pokémon:

Now I have a kinda funny story on how I feel like Mike and Golduck meet. When he was young, at the beginning of his journey, he ran into a Psyduck that wouldn’t leave him alone, at first he thought it was annoying, but he eventually started to like the Psyduck and took it in as his own Pokémon. Now it is evolved and Mike and Golduck are pals for life (and yes, Golduck is never kept in the Pokeball lol) I just feel like it’s his luck that he would find a Psyduck that would be obsessed with him and would follow him around.

Golduck is a water type

Hydro Pump: high-risk water move (his exact play style) and the high reward is instantly killing his target because of how overpowered his team is (those poor kids who had to fight him when he was in the Elite four) just imagine “die you piece of shit!” “Mike you’re fighting a child…”

Psychic: powerful psychic type move could also lower their special defense if lucky, but has a base power of 90 which is really strong

Whirlpool: takes damage from the target overtime and traps them in a whirlpool. Takes health from them every turn.

Ice Punch: does Mike have much strategy? No, not really. However he can make some smart decisions. He has an ice-type move just in case someone chooses to use a grass-type against his Golduck. Also has a 10% chance of freezing the target

Third Pokémon:

There is no doubt Mike doesn’t love using Luxray in battle, it has an exceptional attack stat and it’s also blue and yellow *cough cough* blue and yellow… *cough* byler colors… *cough cough* I’m sorry I couldn’t help it the joke was there so I had to. According to many Pokédex entries, Luxray is capable of spotting hidden prey and can see through solid objects. This reminds me of how Mike never looses sight of what’s important to him, even if he messes up or screws up somehow he always runs back apologizing to a certain someone… I wonder who that could be. Also it has the vibes of season 4 Mike when he dressed inspired by Eddie.

Also also… Luxrays shiny form is yellow, it’s yellow. I could make more byler jokes but I won’t, it writes itself

Luxray is an electric type

Move set: a closer look

Wild Charge: his “big” move that also damages his Pokemon with a recoil. Has a 90 base power

Crunch: he needed more variety other than just electric-type moves. So I thought crunch would be a solid addition

Volt Switch: used to attack then Luxray switches out with another Pokémon, would work to Mikes advantage since Luxray has high speed.

Electric Terrain: makes electric-type moves stronger for 5 turns, which makes his wild charge stronger

Fourth Pokémon:

Krookodile is just a Pokémon I just feel like he would use. Krookodile, like Luxray, has an extremely high attack stat that can be used well offensively. It is often described as a “very violent Pokémon” in many Pokédex entries. Also it’s wearing shades and it reminded me of when Mike wore shades to California.

Krookodile is a ground/dark type

Move set: a closer look:

Earthquake: deals a lot of damage, doubles when the target is underground.

Dig: Digs underground the first turn, and attacks the second

Crunch: has a 20% chance of lowering the targets defense, base power of 80

Sandstorm: creates a Sandstorm for 5 turns, slowly chips away at the targets heath (only exceptions are rock, ground, and steel types and some specific Pokémon abilities)

Fifth Pokémon:

Lucario is one of my favorite Pokémon so I may be bias :,) but they are said to be extremely loyal and can read people’s aura and how they feel. Mike is a loyal friend who cares for others, especially the ones closest to him. According to Pokémon Shield: “Only Trainers who have justice in their hearts can earn this Pokémon’s trust”

Lucario is a fighting/steel type

Move set: a closer look

Close Combat: powerful move, however decreases Lucario’s defense and special defense by one stage every time it is used

Aura Sphere: deals damage and ignores accuracy, so it always lands (unless the target is using fly or dig, or something like that)

Sword Dance: I already explained this move above so I won’t torment you guys by explaining it again :,)

Metero Mash: steel type move that deals damage, and has a 20% chance of raising Lucario’s attack stat

Sixth Pokémon:

Charzard is a fitting match for him for a couple reasons. Firstly, he’s a dragon which is a reference to Mike being a dungeon master in DND. Plus he’s a dragon, like the dragon in Wills painting, where he was the heart. He is the last Pokémon Mike sends out, because he is the backbone of his team.

Charzard is a fire/flying type

Move set: a closer look:

Flare Blitz: another high risk move that deals a lot of damage, however has a horrible recoil for Charzard. Charzard looses 1/3 of whatever damage he does to the target

Flamethrower: Will destroy most Pokémon with 1 or two uses of this move, and has a chance of burning the target

Air Slash: deals damage to the target, has a 30% chance of confusing the opponent as well

Thunder Punch: to protect itself from water-type Pokémon, also with a chance of paralyzing the opponent

BONUS: Their Pokeballs :D

Poke ball: standard ball

Dusk ball: used to catch Pokemon in caves or dark places

Great ball: higher performance than the standard ball, most likely caught closer to the beginning of his journey

Quick ball: has the highest rate of catching if used in the first move

Ultra ball: highest success rate poke ball

Since when he was an elite four member, he specialized in ground/rock type Pokémon, he also has a Tyranitar, Garchomp, and a Aggron that he sometimes switches into his party

Thank u for reading!! :D if you were unable to tell, I love Pokemon and I’m a nerd

next is Lucas !!

[ratical-crazed-sock-gremlin]

This weeks Rivals hero concept is a unique duelist,

Task master

Taskmaster is a highly skilled assassin who's power is photographic reflexes. Allowing him to fully memorize and copy any moves he's witnessed. In the attempt to capture his copy abilities in gameplay without making him like Loki, some leaps and bounds will need to be taken. He'd have a base health of 300.

[ ] Primary fire 1 (right Trigger):

For his primary he uses his sword. This doubles as his basic melee.

[ ] Primary fire 2 (triangle/Y, into right Trigger.);

Taskmaster is known for using a bow as well. By switching between his bow and sword like Widow with her sniper and batons, you have the majority of his kit. The bow has 15 or so arrow shots before needing to reload unlike Hawkeye who's quiver is infinite.

[ ] Passive Ability 1

Through his Passive, we get the rest of his kit. Every time Taskmaster gets a kill, he can steal certain Abilities from heros. They'll automatically bind to his missing buttons, unless they have multiple options for him. In which case he can manually select which option to take by pressing the button he's binding. For example, by killing an Iron Fist, you can effectively steal his entire kit since he's a martial artist. By jumping after killing the fist, you get his quad jump. By using right bumper, you can steal his healing. Etc. Some heros have unique interactions, like killing Hawkeye then using his bow, you gain his infinite ammo. By killing Black Panther and running up a wall you get his style of wall run. Etc. Any physical ability can be copied, meaning magic or powers cannot be stolen. (The only Ability he'll take from Moon Knight is the glide for lore reasons.) By copying a primary fire/basic melee that isn't a sword or bow, he gets a 3rd primary he can switch to also with the triangle/Y button. He also has a gun and shield which he can utilize upon copying any gun or shield hero.When an ability is copied, the hero icon of who was copied will appear over the Ability on your UI (User interface)

[ ] Passive ability 2

Primary fire on either weapon does extra damage when you have less than 2 abilities on your person to make getting kills easier. (80 Dmg on sword, 70 on bow body shots.)[ ] Team up Ability 1Absolute refusal gives Moon Knight damage reduction and Taskmaster a 15% damage increase as tha anchor.

[ ] Team up Ability

Friendly fire allows Taskmaster to copy the abilities from his teammates when paired with Mystique.

[ ] Ultimate Ability 1 (both sticks pressed):

By default, Taskmaster's ultimate will be him firing an arrow into the air, exploding and raining fire around him.

[ ] Ultimate Ability 2 (Both sticks pressed):

His passive allows him to copy limited ultimates, with the main example being Iron Fist. However heros like Psylock, Wolverine, and Magik [to an extent] are also possible to copy.

Next week I'll post a hero who was mentioned within this kit, Mystique

[theultimatefandomnerd]

Fourth Wing roleplay request oc x canon, some doubles welcome. 18+

Hi there! I’m a female writer aged 25 seeking other adult (18+) writers to work with. I’m advanced literate and super friendly. I love gushing about characters, discussing aesthetics and sharing music and muse that suits our story and vibe. I do enjoy chatting ooc but it isn’t a must for me!

Just please be patient and kind as I am slightly neurodiverse and I do have mild dyslexia. Though I do check replies for spelling errors sometimes, mistakes do happen! Today I am specifically looking for fans of The Empyrean Series or Fourth Wing.

I’m looking for those of you who use third person, past tense and detail. I typically write around 5-6 paras as a minimum and would love it if you can match! I will be asking for samples due to bad past experiences so please don’t be offended if I request one, I will happily send one too. I am also mainly looking for experienced writers.

Pairings wise, I’m seeking oc x cc or oc x canon with me as the female oc and you as the male canon. I can double but please note at the moment ALL my roleplays are currently doubles and it feels a bit transactional. Where possible I’d love to focus on just my oc, that said I could be persuaded to double depending on the oc and story line. But please don’t be offended if I say no.

I have multiple canons I’m willing to work with across both books. I have read Fourth Wing and Iron Flame, I have just started Onyx Storm and would love to stay spoiler free please! The canons I’m seeking are:

Xaden.

Liam.

Garrick.

Bodhi.

Ridoc.

I’m totally fine exploring love triangles, poly and other pairings for both ocs. But for my half those are the canons I’m wanting. I’d love to get a variety of different ships and characters going as I have so many ideas! If we double I will insist that everything is split equally between both characters plot wise. To ensure everything is completely fair between the ocs. Though as mentioned where possible, I would love to be able to just focus on my story. If we double I expect everything to be equal! I also prefer discord for long term plots, my user is eleanorewinchester .