#Arithmetic Projects

[rupasriymts]

Innovative Arithmetic Core Projects for final years

Arithmetic Core projects are the true long-term direction in the evolution of mathematics today. Takeoff Projects is the spearhead of Flashpoint Projects, an arrowhead in the fight to bring about a new era of the computing prowess in the field of precision and speed standing at the Peak is digital processing power, and these projects are a combination of numerical exactness and computational effectiveness. Arithmetic Core is the key to creating the essential components of any technological device, including embedded systems and supercomputers as it focuses exhaustively on the fundamental arithmetic operations such as addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. These projects are very meticulous in their where they aim to reach the peak performance while using the least resources and they are therefore applicable in industries like the industrial and infrastructure. Venture with us as we travel deeply into the centre of arithmetic calculation, where innovation and feature take the lead and unfold the advance of digital technology.

Based on customers' requests, our expert staff designs Arithmetic Cores for various products, ranging from embedded systems to high-performance computing. Using the cutting edge algorithms with the accurate design we achieve outstanding processing speed and precision. Our technology outperforms what is available in the market. Putting emphasis on reliability and versatility in mind, we develop the Arithmetic Core for the mission of corporations like the aerospace, telecommunications and the more. With the collaborative innovation which is fuelled mercilessly by the dedication projects, Takeoff projects are continuing to surprise boundary pushing definition of arithmetic computation in cutting edge technology, while transforming the technical aspects of digital space.

Latest:                          

A Lightweight True Random Number Generator for Root of Trust Applications

An Ultra-Efficient Approximate Multiplier With Error Compensation for Error-Resilient Applications

AxPPA Approximate Parallel Prefix Adders

Trendy:          

Reversible Logic Based 1-bit Comparator using QCA

Fast Super singular Isogeny DiffieHellman and Key Encapsulation Using a Customized Pipelined Montgomery Multiplier

Implementation of Turbo Encoder and Decoder

An Optimized M-Term Karatsuba-Like Binary Polynomial Multiplier for Finite Field Arithmetic

Design of Approximate Radix-256 Booth Encoding for Error-Tolerant Computing

Standard:

Area Delay and Energy Efficient Multi-Operand Binary Tree Adder

Comparison of High Speed Adders Trade Area and Power

32-Bit Mac Unit Using Vedic Multiplier and Carry Save Adder

BCD Adder Designs Based on Three-Input XOR and Majority Gates

High Performance Filter Design using Adders and Multipliers

Finally, Takeoff Projects, being at the forefront of Arithmetic Core Projects, serves as a guide. By means of hard work, time consuming research, creative engineering, and unyielding persistence, we have created our book, which I am sure will become a great asset in the teaching of arithmetic. Our custom Arithmetic Core products, that have the marriage of efficiency, accuracy, and flexibility as its hallmarks, are absolutely primed to redefine this world changing industries. With a solid conviction that we have already arrived at the future of arithmetic processing and while we continue to push the boundaries of technological development, Takeoff Projects remains dedicated in their vision to transform our clients into the best-possible solution providers. Come along with us on this path unbounded by the sky, from where, powered by energy of imagination and a dedication to quality, we push to stay on the top.

[nablah]

in my pygmalion (shaw approved) eliza becomes an early data scientist who studies the consistency of zipf's law across vernacular languages. she doesnt end up with higgins or eynsford-hill ok galatea was literally born to self determine herself

[anarchistettin]

this kinda stuff is 30 years late. we've been shown what we can expect from liberals.

if this pattern were to magically stop today, we still might not have enough time to vouchsafe any kind of sane or practicable Tomorrow to live in.

if you don't understand that - if you don't see your thinking's role in bringing this horror into existence - you have to accept that you're unable to communicate to the tiny sliver of people you're currently blaming for the horrible fact of fascism.

we warned you. demanding our support now isn't just insulting or silly, it's suicidal.

if you want to work with reasonable people with the energy to build a better tomorrow, stop pretending to be smart and start asking people right next to you what they need. Get it to them.

If you can't do that, your voting practice is something perfidiously worse than irrelevant.

Voting is not something that you can boycott. Someone wins the election no matter what.

“B-but Biden-”

It doesn’t matter. I don’t like him either, but it doesn’t matter.

To everyone in the US: you, as an American and as (I hope) generally decent human beings, you have an obligation to elect the candidate who will do the least damage. And the United States, like it or not, possesses the largest proverbial stick, meaning it effects the rest of the world heavily.

You want to stop genocide? Start by voting so that genocides don’t happen here. I want you to look up Project 2025, the Republican plan for if they win, and tell me, honestly, that you think having that happen would be better than electing Biden again?

Grit your teeth, clench your fist, and vote blue.

[jangillman]

To all the "Hands Off" Protesters (Democrats):

We are currently at a critical juncture with a national debt of $36.5 trillion, increasing by $2 trillion each year. This is a critical issue, and most experts are warning us that we have relatively few years left to take decisive action before America faces a financial crisis that would have catastrophic consequences for this country and the world.

Amid all your protests, the burning of Teslas, and your petulant vitriol, one crucial element is glaringly missing: any plan to cut government spending. Instead, your goal appears to be to spend even more.

We finally have leaders in President Trump and Elon Musk who are courageous enough to finally focus on sustainable spending practices that are critical to avoid risking our economic future. Time is of the essence—instead of being in the way, let’s act together before it’s too late.

If not...

HANDS OFF - my tax dollars, which were not intended for your pet projects and the corrupt, virtue-signaling Socialists who spew the garbage you all take as gospel. It’s not a slush fund and a money laundering operation through left-wing NGO's to make politicians rich.

HANDS OFF - my child at school. Teach them the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic. They are not there to be indoctrinated into your Marxist ideologies.

HANDS OFF - trying to force American women and girls to compete against biological men, and then adding insult to injury, forcing them to change and shower in front of them. Stop forcing your fu@ked up theories on the rest of us.

HANDS OFF - all the property you destroy in the name of whatever cause you’re supporting that given week. Other people’s vehicles are not yours to destroy. Neither are statues or all the other s#it you light on fire.

HANDS OFF - our college campuses. Decent kids are there to learn. Free speech is protected. Violence, intimidation, and taking over buildings are not. By the way, if your cause is so just, take off the masks and show yourself. Cowards one and all.

HANDS OFF - our president, who was duly elected to clean up the mess y’all created. We sat by and watched as you supported a puppet who was practically dead. It damn near destroyed the nation. Financially, from a security standpoint, and morally.

HANDS OFF - to all the federal district judges. Your power does not supersede the executive branch. And, stop using Lawfare by going after your political opponents.

HANDS OFF - our ICE Agents, who are taking violent gang bangers out of our country and forcing people who want to come here to do so legally. It should be the only way. Period. End of story.

HANDS OFF - our Free Speech rights. For years, you have used the process of cancelling people who simply wanted to express their own ideas. In your world, you think free speech can only be allowed if it agrees with your screwed up ideologies.

HANDS OFF - the American family. You have done everything possible to destabilize the concept of families because you believe that our ultimate allegiance should be to the government.

HANDS OFF - from imposing your Marxist views of Critical Race Theory (CRT) and the methods you’ve used to implement them through Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI). Most Americans are compassionate individuals who believe in judging people based on their character rather than the color of their skin.

These principles are what the vast majority of Americans voted for.

You don’t like it, be like that slob Rosie O'Donnell and move to Europe, which is being taken over by radical Islam.

So, to borrow your stupid little slogan…. Hands Off...

Love,

MAGA Country...

[actuallysaiyan]

Heart To Heart(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Bimbo!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, college AU, Emo!Nanami, Bimbo!Reader, reader is actually a sweetheart and smart, blowjobs, making out, alcohol mentions, Kento is a bit of an asshole in this one, fluff, mentions of trauma word count: 3k! pairings: Emo!College!Kento Nanami x Fem!Bimbo!Reader summary: you and Nanami have classes together in university, and he just thinks you screwed your way into these classes. he makes it known one day what he thinks of you, and you snap. but when you meet up at a party, things get spicy.

Nanami had himself convinced that you were bad news. Something about the way you were always applying that sticky lipgloss while looking at yourself in your cute Hello Kitty compact mirror just drove him insane. He had finally gotten himself into a very good university after leaving the sorcerer world behind, and here you were ruining his experience.

You were in quite a few of his classes, which surprises him. You don’t look like you know anything about finances or business, let alone simple arithmetic. You with your eyes so big and expressive, your lips just so juicy and pouty. How could you possibly know anything that he was working so hard on learning? How could a single thought run through that dumb head of yours?

And yet, you were so kind to him. Even when he brushed you off and gave you the cold shoulder, you were always there to lend a hand when you could. You were someone who would come to class with a box of baked goods to offer to everyone. You always had a spare pencil for someone, or an extra notepad to share. And you never ever said no to someone’s request to copy your notes whenever they had missed a class. In reality, despite your appearance, you were someone who just genuinely cared.

Still, Kento was often left fuming whenever he spotted you. He knew about the archetypes and stereotypes of those around him and even himself. He knew that people thought he was a freak for his appearance, and yet they would never know the horrors and trauma he had gone through. He keeps his hair long in the front, his hoodie is always pulled up whenever he gets the chance. He’s even wearing black nail polish and hardly ever washes off the leftover eyeliner and mascara.

The others look at him like he’s some sort of plague, and yet you don’t even glance at him like that. Your looks towards him are soft and sweet, but he just knows there is no way you wouldn’t trick a guy like him. Nanami has to remind himself that you’re just as bad as the others, and all the kind things you do for anyone, it’s all just a plot to have everyone under the spiked heel of your cute stilettos. You were a sweet girl, but underneath it all, Nanami was convinced you could scratch out his eyes with a swipe of your perfectly manicured nails.

Yet he could never really pull himself away from you completely. You always smell so good, and your lips look so plump and juicy. Kento swears he can smell your lip gloss from a mile away. You’re almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself often. You must have a trail of guys following you around, simping and moaning just for you. So Nanami figures it’s just easier to hate you and deem you unworthy of his presence or his words.

Things change one day when you’re partnered up with him for a finance class project. You sit at your desk, doodling something in your cute pink notebook. There’s a feathery pom pom on the end of your pen. Nanami rolls his eyes and scoffs as he sits down near you, not daring to even be that close to you. He keeps his distance, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Hiya Ken~” you coo at him, making his heart skip a beat at the softness of your voice.

Kento scowls, “It’s Kento. Not Ken.”

You pout softly, “Oh, yeah okay. Kento it is.”

You duck your head down a little, somehow feeling so self-conscious. Nobody has made you feel this way before. You’re dejected because you’ve always thought he was so cute, and now that you get the chance to shoot your shot, he’s rejecting you already. So you begin looking at the page explaining the project and you discuss things with him quietly. He seems so disinterested in what you have to say, his eyes flickering towards other people in the classroom. He wishes he could be partnered up with anyone else but you. He’d rather do the project alone if he’s being completely honest. You start to feel like you aren’t wanted at all.

“Listen, we don’t even really need to do any of this together. We can just work on our own parts and submit them together.” You suggest, your cheeks a little pink from not being able to do a simple project with the guy you like.

Nanami watches you carefully, “Hmph, I doubt you can even complete your side of things.”

Your heart aches at this. You know you don’t have the appearance of a scholarly type, but you do well in your studies. You worked so hard to get this spot in the university. You come from a small town, and you never really had much growing up. So for you to finally get this shot and to be able to treat yourself to cute things you’ve always longed for, it means the world to you. But you were growing a bit more upset with every passing moment.

You thrust the pen in his direction, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kento smirks, “Come on, there’s no way you really understand this material. Just admit that you got here by using your good looks and charm.”

This made you recoil. Your stomach was in knots from the thought of him implying that you fucked your way into this school. You frown and your big eyes fill up with tears. Suddenly, Nanami doesn’t feel so confident about what he’s saying anymore. He’s got guilt and regret rising up in his chest like acid.

“Is that truly what you think? You see a girl wearing pink and liking cute things and you think she’s fucked her way into university? Well screw you, Nanami Kento!”

You rise up from your seat and gather all your things. You excuse yourself to the teacher and make your way into the hallway. Tears slide down your cheeks, ruining the makeup you so meticulously put on this morning. You feel your stomach turning in knots, not sure how to even process all of this. You know you can prove him wrong, and you will.

ONE WEEK LATER

Despite the issues with Kento, you were still able to complete your side of the project and hand it in early. When you attended your classes, you ignored him. Your heart longed for him, but you were beginning to think maybe people were right about him. He’s just a freak. He’s mean and will probably cast a hex on you. Still, you think that people were always being too harsh. Just the way that Nanami had been with you. Judging people before getting to know them was always a bad habit that most people had, but you were someone who tried not to pass the judgement.

The weekend was fast approaching and the big party at the local frat house was what was on everyone’s mind. Everyone was going, and you knew that even Kento had been invited. Despite still feeling so sour after what had happened, you decide that you’re going to attend that party. And you were going to show him what he was missing out on. Just because you like cute things and wore makeup didn’t mean you weren’t someone smart and fun.

The night of the party arrives and you show up dressed in a sexy, tight pink dress. It’s strapless and hugs your curves in all the right ways. You talk to a few people, mingling as you get a few drinks into you. You’re not even really sure that he was going to show up, you were just feeling a little hopeful. The more drinks you had, the more you wanted him to be there so you could apologize about your outburst.

The moment he walks in the door, your heart stops and your breath hitches in your throat. He’s cleaned up, but he still carries himself the same way as usual. The hoodie up over his head, his bangs cascading down over one eye. You see that he’s cleaned up his peeling nail polish, and it seems like he’s applied a clean coat of mascara and eyeliner. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him put this much effort into his appearance. This makes you wonder if he’s hoping to meet someone here. You look away, your eyes darting down to the drink in your hands.

The music is loud and you try to drown all your insecurities in this drink. You wish he’d come talk to you considering you were much too shy now to approach him. He looks so good tonight too, and you were feeling drunk enough to try to shoot your shot again even if he had made it clear what he truly thought of you. So you just go snag another mixed drink and go to the dancefloor.

It’s not long before you bump into him as you’re on your way to the kitchen for a cup of water. Both of you are a little shy about this at first, and Kento can barely look you in the eyes. He’s mortified that he would bump into you after all the shit he’s said to you.

“Hey,” you say shyly. You drink some of the water.

He smiles sheepishly, “Hi…”

Neither of you really know how to proceed. But eventually it’s all bubbling up inside of each other. Kento fiddles with the guitar pick necklace that sits on his collarbone. You really look so cute tonight—no, you look so sexy. He’s never seen anyone look this good in his entire life.

“Hey Ken…erm, Kento…about the other day,” you begin but he stops you.

He smirks, “I kind of like it when you call me Ken.”

You blush at his words. You have always loved giving people nicknames. It’s just a way of showing you care. You take another sip of your water and giggle gently. Kento reaches up and brushes stray hair from your face.

“So what were you going to say?” He asks, leaning in a little closer.

You smile, “I wanted to apologize for the way I snapped. I guess it wasn’t right of me to tell you to screw yourself.”

It’s Kento’s turn to blush. He begins to explain himself, saying how he completely misunderstood you and judged you even before he got to know you better. He’s profusely apologizing and all of this is going straight to your heart. Before either of you can say anything else, you grab him by the wrist and you lead him to the nearest room with the lock on the door. This happens to be the bathroom.

Once the door is locked, you push him against the wall and kiss him hungrily. This is the moment you can truly feel his body against yours, and you realize that he is quite muscular. Kento groans as your tongue slides into his mouth, rubbing against his in the most sensual way. He’s had sex before, but never has it been this hungry and passionate. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly to pull him even closer to you. You are so desperate to melt into every aspect of him. You want him, you need him more than anything else. You would forgo anything else in this world just to be forever in this moment with him.

“Ken, I think I’ve liked you since the moment I met you,”

Your confession hangs in the air, making his heart race. He didn’t even think someone like you could think twice about him. You’re so pretty and soft and you make him so tongue tied most of the time. Despite his anger and rude treatment towards you, he’s been in denial about his own feelings for you.

“Shit, I’ve been feeling the same. I guess I just couldn’t come to terms with it.”

You don’t let him say anything else, you just capture his lips with yours once more. He pulls you in closer, his large hands caressing your curves through that tight little dress. You moan into his mouth when his hands cup your breasts and squeeze gently. When you pull away to breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

Without another word, you kneel in front of him. Kento cannot believe his eyes as you undo his studded belt and unzip his pants. Regardless of his own feelings of resentment, he’s always thought you had the prettiest lips. The perfect pair to give the kind of blowjobs you only see in the premium porn videos.

Your eyes widen when you pull out his length from the confines of his boxers. He’s not only lengthy, but he’s got the kind of girth that ruins sex with anyone else. You know now that you really don’t want to let him go at all. With a soft giggle, you lean in to kiss the dribbling tip. Kento grunts as he feels your slick lips on his cock. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your pretty, soft tresses. You spend a long time just pressing sloppy kisses to his cock. Then you lick all the way down the base, your tongue licking at his balls now. He shudders under your ministrations, knowing it’s going to be hard to hold on if he lets you continue for too much longer.

The moment you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin taking him into your mouth, Kento knows he’s hooked to this treatment. He knows he’s going to have to fuck you so good to show you how sorry he is about the shit he said about you the other day. You begin bobbing your head up and down, swallowing around him. He lets you suck him with expertise for a little while before he tugs on your hair and pulls you back up to kiss him.

“Get that pretty ass on the counter,” he says as he picks you up. You barely have to do anything as he sets you on the bathroom counter. He leans into another fierce kiss, this time he’s really taking the lead.

Kento doesn’t even bother undressing either of you. He just shoves your dress up over your hips, his other hand busy playing with your soaked pussy. He smirks when he realizes that you’re this aroused just from a little kissing and sucking his cock. He loves that he has this effect on you.

“You this wet just from blowing me?” he teases as his fingers push your panties to the side. Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit in slow circles.

“Ken…” you breathe. You’re already so needy for him.

He spreads your thighs and spits into his hand. The saliva gets mixed with your own juices to coat his cock before he slides into you with one long thrust. You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to pump into you. You’ve never ever felt this full in your life. All you can do is hold onto him and have him fuck you stupid.

“Please please…” you beg as the tip of his cock brushes against the sweet spot deep inside you. “Fuck me, Ken.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks up his pace, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. You lock your ankles, keeping him in place. He hammers himself into you over and over, his breath hot on your face and neck as he grunts and groans.

“You gonna be my pretty girl?” he asks, locking eyes with you.

You feel so shy all of a sudden, “Y-yours?” You let out a moan when he thrusts into you particularly hard. 

“Yeah, mine. You gonna be my pretty girl?”

Your mind is reeling from all this pleasure. The coil in your stomach is tightening fast, and the thought of being exclusively Kento’s girl seems to be pushing you further and further towards your peak. You gasp as one of his hands slips between you, rubbing your clit slowly and with precision. You can barely think straight at this point. The room is filled with the lewd, wet sounds of your skin slapping together with every harsh thrust.

“Gotta answer me, baby. Or else I won’t let you cum.”

You whine, “Ken, please. I just…I can’t…”

He chuckles darkly. He’s never had this much power during sex before and it’s turning him on. He knows that you’re already such a little cutie and a sweetie, but he could easily turn you into his perfect little spoiled princess. He begins to pull away, making your orgasm slowly subside.

“I’ll be yours! ‘Wanna be only yours!” you squeal, trying to pull him back in.

Kento smirks and then he nips at your lower lip, “That’s what I like to hear.”

He gets back into the rhythm you need to cum. His thumb rubs your clit, making your thighs shudder and shake around him. As the pleasure builds, you feel tears streaming down your cheeks. Your back arches as stars dance in your vision. A shaky breath falls from your plump lips before you cry out his name. Your silky walls begin to pulse and clench around his already throbbing cock, pushing him over the edge just behind you. Shots of his thick, hot cum fill your waiting womb.

Slowly, you both grind against one another to prolong the pleasure. Then you both still, just basking in the afterglow of the pleasure. Kento kisses you softly, using both his hands to wipe away your tears.

“I’m really sorry for that bullshit I said the other day. You’re a good girl,” He says, pecking your lips.

“It’s okay, Ken. I forgive you.”

You’re both interrupted by a loud knock, followed by a series of giggles and cackles. Your cover is blown, but neither of you really care. The only thing that matters is that you have each other.

Kento helps you freshen up and dress once more, and you help him tuck his softening cock back into his pants. Then, hand in hand, you both exit the bathroom. You’re all smiles as you leave the party, walking on cloud nine as you lead him back to your dorm for round two.

[rogues-the-fanzine]

Transcript

Catie: Do you think the henchmen need to unionize?

Cato: actually….if they HAVE to, but, I don’t think they-

Ed barges into the door with a BAM and angry footsteps 

Edward: YOU TWO HAVE DONE IT THIS TIME!! 

Catie and Cato: wait what?-

Edward: you’re going to explain to me why you’ve been in the Rogues! The Podcast fandom for HOW LONG and yet you NEVER talk about me even though I’m the main character!

Catie: have you like actually seen my content? I talk about you like exclusively 

Edward: (sticks his hand up to silence Catie) Oh we all know what happened to your “content” while you were in England. 

Edward: AND YOU…you’re a TRAITOR! You wear that symbol and color with SHAME!

Cato: Pink and Green are complementary colors, I have a brand to keep up with. 

Edward: That is NOT an excuse. The idea that you are that good at drawing Jonathan Crane is vile. And now…you’re going to make it up to me. 

Cato and Catie: Wait what? (Huh?) 

Edward: You are going to tell ME about the spectacular, well thought out plan YOU have CREATED. To apologize to ME for your atrocious lack of Riddler themed content

Edward: So what is it?? What’s that great master plan of yours? I’m listening and awaiting an answer. 

Cato and Catie fumble a bit as they try to speak on their behalf. This could be improvised between Catie and Cato while recording. 

Catie snaps her fingers at a probable solution.

Catie: The Zine!!! We have a zine. 

Cato: You are the main character in our upcoming Zine.

Catie: a big art collaboration featuring 36 fantastic artists, all drawing YOUR likeness. 

Cato: including an exclusive interview with-

Edward: wow! Don’t care, tell me the parts about ME. 

Cato: well… It features many illustrations, writings, and Comics from various moments from the hit ‘ROGUES! The Podcast’ 

Catie: it features mainly you, and plenty of background characters such as Jonathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, Laura Cameron, Query and Echo, and more! But it’s all just for highlighting your existence and greatness as The Riddler.

Edward: …. You’re just kissing my ass aren't you. This zine isn’t just about me! You’re lying! 

Catie: Actually statistically you’re featured in 25 pieces while Jonathan Crane for example is only in ____ pieces which is like a ___ difference.

Edward: Do I look like someone who doesn’t know basic arithmetic?

There are some strong knocks on the door

Cato: I’ll get it. 

Cato opens the door revealing Jonathan Crane

Jon: Well well well I knew I heard a narcissist and my favorite overreacter! Have any drawings of me yet? You know people go crazy when you draw me (Jon chuckle) 

Cato: (forced laughter) HAHAHAHA! I'm gonna go to the other room now. 

Catie: (forced laughter) HAHHAHAHAHA. You’re gonna sit down. HAHAHAHAHA

Cato: (forced laughter turns to defeat) OK OK. 

Edward: No no! They’re not drawing you! They have a lot of drawings of ME to catch up on since this little Zine project isn’t even centered around me!

Jon: Of course it’s not all about you Ed. It’s Rogues! The fanzine not Riddler! The fanzine

Catie and Cato: that's right!

Catie: it features almost everyone that appears in Rogues! the podcast!

Cato: including iconic scenes from all the seasons and special events like Lockup’s Lockdown and murder in the house of mystery

Captain Boomerang for some reason: am I in it?

Catie and Cato: NO

Edward: You know. This could be a good thing. More people would see how much better I am.

Jon: You are insufferable, you know that right?

Edward: And I’m in more zine pieces than you. That means some people find me charming.

Jon: you two. When is this zine thing out?

Catie: January 31st!

Cato: and it’s free so you don’t have to pay to see it

Edward: Ah, perfect. People don’t even have to pay to see Jon’s ugly mug

Jon: Oh you're funny. That was funny.

Cato: you know what would be funny? If you guys left right now.

Catie: yeah you interrupted Cato’s vampire Jon drawing time 

Jon: Vampire Jon?

Edward: And that is our cue to leave! You two need to feature me more! 

Catie/Cato: yes sir will do!

Jon and Edward leave

Cato: I’m killing you

Catie: WHAT DID I DO!?

[algebraic-dumbass]

hey! I'm a 4th year math undergrad in the States and I am astounded by your knowledge of algebra. it's my favorite branch of math and I know a lot more than my peers but not nearly as much as you. where did you learn? any textbook recommendations?

keep up the great mathematics and posts!

haha, well, I don't know that much algebra to be honest (me using a fancy word in a joke means i have heard of it before, not that I actually know how to work with it!)

But yknow I could give out some resources, so here they are (so far I have mostly learned from classes but yknow i'm at that point where i'm starting to need to transition from listening to someone ramble to reading someone's ramblings and then rambling myself)

For basic linear algebra I didn't learn through a textbook, but I have heard good things about Sheldon Axler's Linear Algebra Done Right and it seems similar to what the classes I had did (besides the whole hating on determinants part, though I kinda get it).

For some introductory group theory, I also had a class on it, but the lecture notes are wonderful. I would happily give the link to them here but since they're specifically the lecture notes of the class from my uni I would be kinda doxxing myself. Also they're in French. I will give out some of the references my prof gave in the bibliography of the lecture notes (I have not read them, pardon me if they're actually terrible and shot your dog): FInite Groups, an Introduction by Serre (pdf link), Linear Representations of Finite Groups also by Serre (pdf link), Algebra by Serge Lang (pdf link). Since our prof is a number theorist he sometimes went on number theory tangents and for that there's Serre's A Course in Arithmetic (pdf link). I'm starting to think our prof likes how Serre writes.

For pure category theory and homological algebra I have read part of these lecture notes. I think a good book for category theory is Emily Riehl's Category Theory in Context (pdf link). For homological algebra, a famous book that I have read some parts of is Weibel's An Introduction to Homological Algebra (pdf link). Warning: all pdfs I found of it on the internet all have some typographygore going on. If anyone knows of a good pdf please tell me.

For commutative algebra, A Term of Commutative Algebra by Altman and Kleinman (pdf link). I haven't read all of it (I intend to read more as I need more CA) but the parts of it I read are good. It also has solutions to the exercises which is neat.

For algebraic geometry (admittedly not fully algebra), I am currently reading Ravi Vakil's The Rising Sea, and I intend on getting a physical copy when it gets published because I like it. It tries to have few prerequisites, so for instance it has chapters on category theory and sheaf theory (though I don't claim it is the best place to learn category theory).

For algebraic topology (even less fully algebra, but yknow), I have learned singular cohomology and some other stuff using Hatcher. I know some people despise the book (and I get where they're coming from). For "basic" algebraic topology i.e. the fundamental group and singular homology I have learned through a class and by reading Topologie Algébrique by Félix and Tanré (pdf link). The book is very good but only in French AFAIK.

For (basic) homotopy theory (does it count as algebra? not fully but what you gonna do this is my post) I have read the first part of Bruno Vallette's lecture notes. I don't know if they're that good. Now I'm reading a bit of obstruction theory from Davis and Kirk's Lecture Notes in Algebraic Topology (pdf link) and I like it a lot! The only frustrating part is when you want to learn one specific thing and find they left it as a "Project", but apart from that I like how they write. It also has exercises within the text which I appreciate.

For pure sheaf theory, a friend recommended me Torsten Wedhorn's Manifolds, Sheaves and Cohomology, specifically chapter 3 (which is, you guessed it, the chapter on sheaves). I only read chapter 3, and I think it was alright (maybe a bit dry). I also gave up at the inverse image sheaf because I can only tolerate so much pure sheaf theory. I will come back to it when I need it. The whole book itself actually does differential geometry, but using the language of modern geometry i.e. locally ringed spaces. I have no idea how good it is at that or how good this POV is in general, read at your own risk.

Also please note I have not fully read through any of these references, but I don't think you're supposed to read every math book you ever touch cover to cover.

thanks for the kind comments, and I hope at least one of the things above may be helpful to you!

[elias-rights]

I'm a tma lover/hater and huuuge fan of your blog, I'd love to hear your takes on the fanon characterization/designs of the archive crew and why you hate them, cause they drive me up a wall every time I see them

TMA lover/hater is a great way to call it. I'm going to be saying this from now on.

I don't remember the last time I talked about fanon designs, but basically:

They are at work for most of the podcast. I get why they might get more lax with what they wear to work after it all starts to unravel, but Tim* isn't going to be wearing Hawaiian shirts from S1. (*who is a professional! He is meticulous about work and not, say, a himbo.)

They are employed adults in a realistic world (supernatural elements aside). Melanie I could see having a more alternative fashion since her line of work originally wasn't academic, but that's about it.

Elias. Elias Elias Elias. It's the most inaccurate fanon design out there. Why is this man, canonically described as "austere" and the Head of an Institute that subsists on donations, dressed like the Onceler. Why do you make him significantly more flamboyant than the rest of the cast (who are better people). Do you seriously not realise why Disney villains being way more effeminate than the heroes is a problematic trope? And don't you think this careful man who does not draw attention to himself, and plays the part of the boring bureaucrat, wouldn't wear flashy suits and eye-shaped jewellery (which could only garner him reactions of ??? even before any secrets came out)? I have a few posts about fandom homophobia and fanon Elias but it honestly drives me up the wall.

On the subject of homophobia, why is Daisy, one of the most physically violent and monstrous female characters, drawn as butch? Especially considering (as a post not by me that I'll reblog after I finish this) that she canonically chooses to call herself Daisy because of its soft femininity and how it contradicts her violence. It really does seem like the mental arithmetic is violent + female = butch.

This isn't Problematic but more so something that I disagree with: I just don't see Peter as a stereotypical old-timey sea captain. He projects salesman energy. He is the cold depersonalisation of capitalism in human form (not Elias). He wears suits and is clean-shaven. To me.

Michael is not an arcade carpet. He thrives on being subtly... off. Seeming off in reflections, on second glance, out of the corner of your eye. I have always associated him with sickly browns and yellows. But I'm starting to think the TMA fandom does not understand subtlety.

Jon is mostly fine in my book, but I am a bit uneasy about the correlation between the universal headcanon of him as brown and how infantilised and dehumanised he is by some of the fandom. I'd be interested to hear actual nonwhite people's thoughts on the matter.

[funeral]

[T]hough the idea of an existing completely transcendental world is the basic principle of all formalism, each mathematical formalism has at every step the characteristics of being incomplete [which means that every mathematical theory is consistent in itself but is incomplete, at the borders are questions which are not self-evident, are not clear, and are incomplete] in so far as there are always problems, even of a simple arithmetical nature, which can be formulated in the frame of a formalism, but which cannot be decided by deduction within the formalism itself.

We are therefore not surprised that in an isolated phenomenal existence a piece of nature surprises us by its irrationality and that one cannot analyse it completely. As we have seen, physics therefore projects everything which exists onto the background of possibility or probability.

Hermann Weyl, Philosophy of Mathematics and Natural Science, qt. in Marie-Louise Von Franz, On Divination and Synchronicity: The Psychology of Meaningful Chance

[johnnylandslide]

Tataru Week Day 2 - New Job

This was a considerable distance outside Tataru's comfort zone, but she was keeping an open mind.

"Now, take hold of the brush like this," Beruru said, guiding Tataru's arm to the proper posture. "And now hold the palette back here. It's just a conduit for aetherhues, so you don't have to worry about it getting actual paint on your clothes!"

Tataru carefully followed her daughter's instructions. This was different than her first Arcanima lesson in every conceivable way; they'd hopped right into a practical test immediately instead of studying formulae first, the entire discipline seemed to be more about feeling than arithmetic, and her teacher was actually shorter than her as opposed to Thubyrgeim towering four fulms higher.

Given that her brief attempt to become an Arcanist had not gone that well, Tataru supposed that maybe with so many of the factors reversed learning Pictomancy may actually yield better results. However, she was also prepared for the possibility that half of the factors were in her favor, half against, and that with all of them inverted she didn't stand any better a chance now then she had back then.

Beruru was adamant about her trying anyway though, and that was enough to convince her. Pictomancy was her daughter's greatest passion, and that made it a de facto interest of Tataru's as well.

"You're certain this doesn't require any artistic skill?" Tataru asked.

"Absolutely! Dad only started painting after he'd learned Pictomancy. It's not actually about painting the specific shapes with the brush, but using the brush to channel your imagination!"

"I'm not really sure I have an imagination like yours," Tataru said. It was difficult to compare herself to Beruru, the girl from whom visions of moogles, chocobos, and all manner of other creatures would spring forth fully-formed. Tataru shook off her apprehension though; she needed to give this her all. "I'll do my best, though!"

Beruru took her hands and guided them again, a giddy smile on her face. Tataru let herself be led along, and focused on her daughter's lesson.

"Now to do a motif, you just need to think of something to paint," Beruru said. "I like to paint moogles, so I usually start with a pom. It can be anything, though!"

The fact it could be anything was what was tripping Tataru up, actually. With Arcanima, each task she'd been asked to complete had only a single solution, and required merely some quick arithmetic and carefully channeling of aether. With Pictomancy, there were no clear answers.

"What should I try to paint? I'm not much of an artist..." Tataru said.

"You absolutely are!" Beruru protested. "All of the clothing you design? Those fancy dresses? It doesn't have to be paint to be art!"

Tataru pondered Beruru's words. Because of the paintbrush she was holding, she'd been thinking of Pictomancy as only about art in the very traditional sense, but if Tataru's own crafts counted, then maybe she was more creative than she had thought.

"Okay, hmmm..." Tataru said, tightening her grip on the brush. Beruru looked at her in excitement as she began her attempt to paint a motif. Tataru focused on the image of a dress concept she'd thought of a while ago, and did her best to reach for the aether stored within her.

Channeling aether was just as difficult as it was every other time, but it did feel liberating to just send the gathered magical power into the brush without having to pay mind to spell formulae or aetherflow. When she felt the aether in the brush reaching a limit, she swished it through the air with Beruru's guidance, and heard a pop and saw a flash of light.

"Mom, you did it! Look!" Beruru cried, stepping back and pointing down at Tataru's chest.

The dress had taken shimmering form, projecting itself over Tataru's usual coat like some form of glamour. The spell wasn't perfect; the needlework in some areas of the illusory outfit was exactly how Tataru would expect, but in some other areas it was nonsensical and would not properly hold the garment together if it were real.

There were also several patches where Tataru could see straight through, the glamour failing to cover up her physical clothing. They began to multiply as she noticed them, and then without giving her a chance to react the aetherhue dress had winked out of existence.

Tataru had a smile on her face to match Beruru's now. Not only was the feeling of using magic again after so many years exhilarating, Pictomancy was useful. Being able to directly project her ideas into the real world was going to be an amazing tool if she could get better at it.

A second later, she'd been tackled into a hug by her daughter, and her thoughts about the practical uses of this new job went off by the wayside. This was benefit number one.

[cheriden]

「 txt in kindergarten 」 。。。

𐙚 SOOBIN

• Passes by his friends’ houses to collect them, walking together to school • Pouts whenever someone else takes something he’s set his eyes on but doesn’t say anything about it. He tells himself it’s fine, as long as they're happy • Only brings essentials to school, but overpacks on situational things he might need like band-aids and bug lotion/patches — “What if I get bitten by a THOUSAND mosquitoes today?!” • Loves to play with house toys, such as kitchenware with fancy wooden stoves. A bit stressed when someone comes along and plays beside him.  • At the playground he tries to conquer the seesaw. Unfortunately he is afraid the person on the other end might not let him down or catapult him into the air, so he just sits on it with nobody on the other side. • Lunchbox has every food group, sometimes even gets dessert when he’s behaved enough. Eats the longest because he may have to force himself to eat whatever he doesn’t like. • Favorite time of the day is nap time! Everyone is quiet and he gets to sleep, no complaints here

𐙚 YEONJUN

• In charge of looking both ways when crossing the road, grips hard when holding hands. • Overpacks toys and stationary, but still capable of forgetting something mildly important.  • Loves to play with building blocks and matching games/puzzles. • At the playground he’s at the top of the slide, ruling over his minions and most likely hogging it. • Likes to trade lunches with other kids, particular about the quality to quantity ratio. Expert at haggling. — “I’m taking more from you because my dish is harder to prepare and has more ingredients! Maybe if you give me a piece of your sides, I’ll consider it.” • Favorite time of the day is recess! Likes mingling with other kids, there is no set agenda so he could talk about or do anything

𐙚 BEOMGYU

• Strays and wanders away from the walking group, sometimes gets lost. • Things are heavily personalized, same unsure handwriting that says "beomgyu" on every item he owns, and as much as possible they’re all the same color or have the same character.  • Erasers are the gel fruit ones that get lost (or eaten) • Loves to play with very select plushies, may throw a tantrum if he doesn’t have it with him • At the playground he can be found in sandboxes, making castles and pretending to be a monster. • Steps on other kids’ work in the process. Sometimes it’s an accident, most times it's intentional — “I didn’t destroy your castle because it’s better than mine, which is a lie. I destroyed it because I’m godzilla.” • Brags about all of the snacks and candies his parents gave him (or what he takes from the cupboard) • Favorite time of the day is arts class! A subject where he can be as loud and messy as he wants for the sake of whatever project he’s making that day.

𐙚 TAEHYUN

• Has a map in his bag in case they forget the route • Loves to talk about his surroundings, eyes glistening when others ask follow up questions • Always asks questions in class, he’s so attentive !! • Complete stationery set, including a cool pencil case with a built in sharpener. Will let others borrow but will ask why they need it, asking every other second if he can have it back because he’s afraid they’ll lose it or keep it • Loves to play with interactive books, pop-ups and especially ones where you can feel the texture of things. • At the playground he loves being on the swing sets, telling other children to wait their turn or when 5 minutes have passed to let others have a chance on the swing. — “Your time was up two minutes ago! Why am I still here? I’m the reason you get turns in the first place!” • Always eats whatever his parents have prepared for him, boasts about being healthy and outliving everyone else. • Favorite time of the day is math class! Since math class is technically indirect and simple arithmetics, such as adding apples, sometimes it’s easy to cheat (count on his fingers)

𐙚 HUENINGKAI

• Stops to look at all the fauna and flora, squealing and telling those around him. My little arthropod lover! • Extensive art set that gets everyone's attention, other kids love to borrow from him and he can be kind of a pushover. Unfortunately, they end up losing them. • Loves to play with anything colorful that makes sound, such as a rainbow xylophone • At the playground he loves the roundabout, but he’s too shy to get on. He patiently waits for someone to invite him to ride, so instead he pushes the others around. • Tries to eat his lunch quickly in case someone might ask him to share. He will, but he will sulk a lot. It was prepared for him! • Favorite time of the day is music class! Generally this is a time where everyone just makes noise, but most eyes are on him when he learns a new toy instrument. He doesn’t like the attention, but it’s not so bad either. — “This? Oh, I guess it’s just easy for me. wait, sorry! I didn't mean to brag.... When I want to hear a sound, my hands move on my own to do it! Teach you? Um I’m not really good at that… But sure!”

i saw that pic of them in the unifs and imagined little tubatu crossing the street hand in hand :(

thank you for reading! feedback, reblogs and tags appreciated♡

[egosdelirium]

Thinking so many thoughts about...... James and Remus both being Spiderman in their own universes and somehow meeting when a portal opens a passage between them.

- Earth 48915

Remus is eighteen. Your local nerd, the loner with his nose always stuck in a book, the weird kid who's never really made any friends in school or at church. The one who never attempts to talk to girls. Dirt poor, has recently moved to London with Hope after Lyall suddenly passed away in a car accident (Remus was driving the car). Him and his mum left Wales and their little village behind to go live with Hope's brother, Ben, to try and give their lives a new meaning and get Remus a better education while they're at it. He gets into this private posh Secondary thanks to his uncle's contacts and his outstanding academic records.

There, he meets Sirius Black: the fittest, richest, smartest, most successful boy of the entire school who exclusively hangs out with future runaway model, Mary Mcdonald, and his little brother, Regulus. In addition to his all-rounded perfection, Sirius also belongs to the family funded Black Industries, a multi-million pharmaceutical corporation that is well known for its advanced discoveries and unorthodox research methods.

Remus avoids Sirius (and everybody else) to the best of his capabilities until he gets paired up with him for the end of the first trimester science project. Sirius loathes science, chemistry, and everything that has anything to do with molecules or atoms. He still gets top marks in it, but his real forte his maths: arithmetic, trigonometry, calculus. Sirius's brain is like a computer wired to solve equations. Remus, on the other hand, is 100% the science nerd Orion Black wishes his son was. In the end, their project turns out to be so good that they get paired together for the rest of the year, and Remus keeps falling more and more head over heels in love with his new lab partner and is very pathetic about it.

They start hanging out outside of school too, after Remus catches Sirius crying in the bathrooms one afternoon during footie practice and Sirius breaks down to him about how horribly abusive his parents are to him and Regulus. One night, Sirius has the great idea to sneak into his father's private lab with Remus (who's now become a regular in Sirius' bedroom) to employ his scientific knowledge to understand some top secret project Orion has been very elusive about, and there Remus gets bitten by a modified specimen of Wolf-spider that Sirius mistakenly frees from its box.

Spiderman shenanigans ensue (but Remus' chronic joint pain gets cured, so he's not complaining all that much)

- Earth 48916

James is a high school senior in a prestigious private school in upstate New York. He lives in Brooklyn with his british/punjabi mother and puerto rican father. He's the 'five different vacation houses in five different states' type of rich boy. Straight A's and B's, captain of the soccer team with a fullride scholarship to Columbia University, every girl's and boy's dream boyfriend.

Everyone's but Lily Evan's, no one other than his main academic rival and the girl he's been desperately in (unrequited) love with since ninth grade. She's top of half their classes (mainly the ones James can't be bothered trying to excel at), future valedictorian, exceptionally hardworking and particularly gifted in 'all things science'. She also allegedly hates his guts.

James mainly hangs out his two childhood best friends: Marlene, star player of the female's soccer and basketball team, and Peter, their very own regional chess prodigy. When James is not with them, he's usually surrounded by the guys from his soccer team or the ladies from the 'Crocheting for Charity' club he attends on weekends. He never really dates anybody else, albeit being asked out almost daily, because his mom taught him that perseverance is the only way to truly show the authenticity of one's desires.

James gets bitten on a saturday night, when he overhears Lily Evans argue with Severus Snape, her ex best friend turned new nazi schizo, as he was heading out after his crochet meet-up. The two are fighting about something in the school's science lab and Severus keeps trying to get Lily to look at a small box he's placed on the table, but they just end up screaming at each other and Lily storms out of the room. In his hurry to chase after her, Severus mistakenly hits the box and drops it to the floor. James, who had hidden just behind the corner, enters the lab to check for himself what the whole argument is about, and the genetically modified Golden Silk Orb-Spider that once was in the box bites him.

Spiderman shenanigans ensue. James is thrilled, Marlene is too, Peter not so much.

And Lily is too curious, and way too good at science and genetics to not get roped up into the whole mess, unfortunately for her.

[prudentseer]

May I just say you write some of the best period style fics. This is the original anon btw. Everything about your au is so. I don't even have words actually its so immersive and believable. Coincidentally I was also thinking of an arranged marriage au when I wrote the ask! I have read through the whole thing repeatedly all evening.

I imagine Etho is a recluse, and Joel has to attend the balls and social events alone. So Joel faces many rumours about his marriage , especially considering their wedding was still not too long ago. Until Etho awkwardly asks to accompany Joel one evening. When some people notice Etho and Joel aren't dancing, they talk. Etho hears this and decides to ask joel to dance. As it turns out they're both awful dancers, but they have fun despite it, even if Joel is bewildered about Etho's behaviour lol

Please don't take this as any pressure to write! I'm simply glad to have someone else who loves period aus.

Great minds think alike ;)

In all seriousness I could not have gotten this far without prompting so really I have everyone who's shown so much love for these writing scraps thanks; especially you for coming up with the original idea! I'd say you were my muse but it's more like you are God and I'm just sending my offerings (/j).

This one is a lot more rough around the edges but I really wanted to get back into writing after being sick for a while so here it is! This is the third installment of this "series" but it happens prior to either of them (it's also 1.5k words this time, I'm sorry). Thanks for stopping by!

Joel's family name could be traced back to the start of the empire.

A rich history, beautiful natural landmarks and a sanctuary to those fleeing from war. He had everything he could possibly need and things were well.

Then the gold mines dried up.

Certain dyes–their largest export–fell out of fashion and the biggest drought in recorded history swept through his estate. All of a sudden, his family was close to being destitute.

So he had to get married.

It didn't matter that Joel studied hard to be knowledgeable in anything from politics to arithmetic to language. It didn't matter that Joel was offered a position in the royal guard at age fourteen for his strength and mechanical ability. It didn't matter that Etho hated him from the second he saw him.

Whatever future Joel had was second to his family name. He had a legacy to defend, a reputation to keep and like everything else he had to learn to be okay with it.

So he did what any good husband would do. He listened to the rules of the house and kept his mouth (for the most part) shut. He handled small projects and paperwork, never needing to be asked. He never inquired for anything outside necessities, and accepted gifts handed to him with a smile. He worked in the confines of their deal, no matter how skewed they seemed at times.

A knock at his door draws him out of his thoughts. He jolts upright, scrambling for a pen to look busy.

"Come in!" He shouts, head down as almost catlike quiet footsteps tread into the room. He doesn't need to look up to know who just walked in. "I dropped off the documents detailing the expansion on your desk ea–"

"You're going to the ball tonight right? The one the King's hosting?"

Joel's eyes narrow at the almost nervous tone of Etho's voice. He dips his pen into the inkwell before responding.

"Yes, half past seven, I told you this at dinner."

"I remember." He replied, a small sigh escaping his lips. "What's the dress code?"

Joel's head snaps outwards so fast something might've popped in his neck. Etho looks…well he always looks slightly anxious when he speaks–hunched over on himself ever so slightly to make himself look smaller–but it's the shakiest Joel thinks he's ever seen him.

"Excuse me?!"

"Dress code?" He repeats, staring at the ends of his sleeves. "I'm wondering if my pale blue broach would be allowed–"

"You're coming with me?"

He's still not looking at Joel, choosing instead to wring his hands. "Yes. Can I?"

Etho didn't do social events unless he had to. His estate being so close to the mountains practically trained him and his entire family to be more…independent. Besides, Etho never seemed enthusiastic enough to go so Joel never asked. Sure, it led to ignoring the whispers and the pitiful stares he got just by showing up, giving a tight lipped smile and a half baked excuse whenever someone had the courage to ask why he was attending the ball alone but it worked for the most part.

So what was going on?

"Is there someone you want to meet there?" Joel asks, going through a list of attendees in his head.

"No?" Etho replied, head tilted like Joel was the one who said something absurd.

"I–but you–" Joel stops himself. "There's no dress code but why–"

"I'll see you later then."

And like that Etho's scrambling out the door like there's a fire in the room and Joel can only sit there and hope that the day he'll finally understand Etho will come soon.

------

It's a bad idea.

Everything about tonight was a bad idea. Etho can't recall the last time he went to any social event of this caliber let alone with a partner. He...pitied Joel, or at least something close to that emotion because he had felt good when he had initially asked to attend with him but now it felt much more real.

It still didn't feel real as he dressed himself that evening, fumbling with the neckline of his tie. It still didn't feel real the entire carriage ride over, staring out the window as Joel gave him the same puzzled expression every time they made eye contact. But it does feel real as he stands right in front of the ballroom doors, heavy mahogany muffling the soft orchestra music and distant chatter.

Joel wordlessly turns Etho to face him. Before Etho can ask why, Joel's fingers find the broach Etho pinned on himself earlier, adjusting it so it's straight. There's an almost stoic look on his face, concentrated like this ball is only a means to an end, a goal to reach rather than a fun event. Etho sees himself in Joel's eyes and that brings a surprising amount of comfort to him.

"Ready?" He asks when he finishes, holding out his arm for Etho to take.

He latches on without hesitation. "Yes."

The lights nearly blind him, music swelling and chatter all extremely overwhelming. He digs his fingers into Joel who thankfully doesn't react, every other muscle in his body seized up as he forces one foot in front of the other. People stop. People stare. A lot of people stare, pulling at the sleeves of others and whispering; hands blocking mouths and judgement clear in their eyes.

"I'm going to speak with some friends, will you be okay alone for a bit?"

No. Don't leave me alone.

"Is there somewhere I can get something to drink?" He asks instead, already feeling his throat dry up.

Joel smiles, a weak thing. "Refreshment table is on the far left, help yourself."

The eyes on him make him tense the entire way there, barely breathing and looking through everyone as he makes his way to the refreshments table. Bite sized foods, fancy plates and champagne. He has no appetite but he takes a flute of champagne, clenching onto the glass and bringing it to his lips with a shaky hand as he tries to force himself to relax.

He watches Joel who looks almost natural in this scene. Flowing around into different groups like an intricate dance, laughter and smiles following him wherever he went. People call out to him and vye for his attention, they greet him kindly and pull him into conversations. Open and warm while Etho remains comfortably invisible in the shadows.

"He came with his husband today."

Etho's ears perk up at the nearby conversation two ladies in loud dresses are having nearby, colourful fans covering their faces.

"I'm surprised the husband is real, honestly." The second woman laughs hautly, back still turned to Etho. "Did you see them split the moment they walked in? Not a single dance together."

"If it took seven months to convince my husband to come out to a ball with me after marriage, I would be embarrassed to be seen with him too."

Etho places the flute back on the table behind him. "Excuse me ladies."

They both have the decency to appear embarrassed as Etho makes his way to Joel who's chatting to a man with orange hair. Both of their eyes go wide when they notice him.

"Etho?"

"Can we dance?" He turns to the other man who fortunately doesn't seem too bothered. "Sorry, did you want to dance with him fi–"

"No! You two go ahead!"

He realized later in hindsight that he should've asked for a name or displayed any sort of good manners to the mystery man but instead Etho simply held out his hand for Joel before walking them both to the dance floor.

Joel fills the silence as the move.

"Something wrong?" Joel whispers, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

"People were talking." He mumbles back.

"People always talk, you don't have–"

"You'll have to take the lead." Etho interrupts as they reach the center of the dance floor, grabbing Joel's waist with his free hand. "I don't know how to dance."

Joel chuckles. "I don't either."

"How? You come to so many of these?"

"I fake it." Joel shrugs, stepping forward and almost onto Etho's foot. "Usually the other person is good enough to lead."

They sway back and forth awkwardly for a few seconds, narrowly avoiding bumping into each other several times. It's painful, embarrassing and he can't imagine it's pretty to look at either with how many eyes he feels on him.

"We're off beat aren't we?" He murmurs, eyes down at their feet and face flush under his mask.

"Not even close."

"Should we stop?"

"Nah." Joel replies, Etho looking up to see him biting back a smile. "Let's give everyone something more interesting to talk about."

Without warning, Joel spins him almost violently, barely catching him from falling with two hands before dragging him back up and flush against his body.

"Joel!"

He should be furious but when he opens his mouth to argue the only thing that bubbles up is laughter. Joel laughs too, so bright and loud and uncontrollable they both look like mad men. Stomping around on the dance floor and almost backing into people; Etho's lightheaded from how much he laughs.

"Spin me next!" Joel exclaims breathlessly, stumbling forward and almost falling into Etho.

"Hold on!"

Joel was right, they'll be the talk of the party.

But Etho can't bring himself to care.

[sapphicneige]

You're a Slut, Bea... A Gay Slut - Chapter 1: demanding my mind be set free (from wanting the things i don’t need)

Summary:

There is a secret test, hidden within the SAT. This test does not measure a student’s aptitude at reading, writing, and arithmetic. It measures a student’s innate ability to lie, cheat, fight, and kill. Those who score well are recruited into a secret paramilitary academy. Some call them seductresses. Some call them spies. Fools call them innocent. They call themselves N.U.N.S.

(Or, the Warrior Nun D.E.B.S. AU)

Words: 3,455 Main Relationships: AvaTrice Rating: M

Fic:

[cicerfics]

31 and 42 for Bond or Q please 💜

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

Q: A comprehensive list of 'tech doesn't work like that!!' moments from mainstream media, along with EXHAUSTIVE explanations of why this particular Hollywood scene is TOTALLY impossible/implausible.

Bond: ~Vibes~. Aesthetic blogger. Artsy shots of different locations around the world. Nature pictures. Beautiful sunsets and birds soaring majestically over the ocean. Zero text.

42. 3 comfort items

Q:

-A threadbare stuffed cat that he's had since childhood. Shh. Don't tell! Bond only gets to meet this cat after they've been dating for like six months, and Q preemptively tells Bond that if he makes any jokes about it, he (Bond) will be exiled to the couch for the next 6-8 business weeks.

-Some type of leaf collection Q made as a child. It was probably a school project. Students were asked to collect like 20 different leaves, press them, and label them. Q did 100 different types of leaves, and wrote detailed descriptions underneath about the genus, the tree's role in their biome, etc. etc. He put sooo much effort into it. Too much, probably. The teacher was like, "Haha, maybe calm down a little? Meanwhile, I probably need to speak to the headmaster about skipping you ahead a few more grades??" The other kids probably made fun of Q for being a tryhard. Q didn't care! He loved collecting those leaves and making his little booklet!! He's still proud of it!!

-A photo album containing pictures of every pet he's ever had. Per my animal-rescuer-Q headcanons, he's had at least 15. Most have since passed on to the other side, but Q still treasures his memories and pages through the photo album very often.

Bonus: A postcard Bond sent him once, ages ago. He'd been flirting with Q outrageously, right before heading off on a mission. Q rolled his eyes and firmly turned him down. Bond pouted. Q cited regulations. Bond argued that life was short (especially his!) and Q was being really dumb by refusing to let Bond take him to bed, just because of some nonsensical MI6 rules. Q argued that insults to his intelligence were not the most compelling prelude to a seduction he'd ever heard, and for heaven's sake, hadn't Bond ever considered poetry? Bond made a joke about blunt instruments (wink wink!) and said he didn't know any poetry anyway. He went off on his mission. But a week after he left, Q got a postcard from Bond. It was a painting of a huge, glorious sun. On the back, Bond had copied out some verses (including the last few lines!) from To His Coy Mistress.

Bond:

-An old arithmetic textbook published in the 1940s. It belonged to his father, and he used it to teach tiny!James math. Bond can still smell his father's cologne whenever he so much as looks at that book.

-His father's straight razor.

-His oldest and most decrepit pullover which is soooo comfy and broken in exactly right.

Bonus: A tiny origami frog. Once, Bond woke up in Medical (horribly injured and after being unconscious for nearly 24 hours) and found Q sitting beside his bed. Q had turned to origami to self-soothe, and he had feverishly created a menagerie of tiny animals while he sat vigil at Bond's bedside. Q quickly swept all the animals away when he saw Bond was awake, but Bond stole one. He keeps it safely tucked away in his flat (even though he'd like to carry it with him as a talisman), just for the reminder that somebody cares about him enough to sit at his bedside.

[shatcey]

How much time in a day do you spent on otome games? Do you have any other hobbies?

Well, hello. This is completely unexpected… I've never really thought about it. Let's find out together.

It's simple arithmetic.

Route:

For JP game I spent an average hour reading one chapter (if there is a avatar challenge or an epilogue, then longer).

For EN game takes about 20-30 minutes (and again if there is a avatar challenge or an epilogue, then longer).

Events:

Events on EN game I spent around the same 20-30 minutes first ending, and 10 more for the second one.

The events on JP would take more than an hour (maybe even two), but they don't happen every day. And I usually leave them for the weekend.

And NUC mention separately. The events there are quite long, but I like them, they are interesting. So I divide them into parts… several chapters a day. This way, I may spend an hour on an event (during the week and completely ignore it after that).

Energy:

And I spend energy (or whatever it's called) in all games… two, three times per day… if the internet is kind to me, then maybe for 10-15 minutes, but it can be very stubborn, and it took 30 minutes. And I have�� let me count… 7 Ikemen game (I promise myself to delete Vampires........… soon). And NUC.

Total:

So... now I read one JP and one EN Ikemen game +NUC... only on reading routes I spent an hour and a half (I think closer to two hours). And with event maybe 3-4 hours. But NOT every day!!!

Like… right now just started events in JP Princes (JPP) and JP Villains (JPV)… and in the EN Villains (ENV) it already for several days. I ignore EN Princes (I'm trying to regain interest in the game). And event in NUC started yesterday… All at the same time. How scary. BUT I didn't score any points for JPP or JPV… I'll collect them within a week or so (I need to score points… event on JPP will only last a week). I have already read Ally's story in ENV and am collecting points for Elbert's (perhaps in a few days), and I can already start reading the event in NUC. But… I decided to do it over the weekend.

So… I'm maneuvering. When I have time, I do spend 5 hours on games. But mostly it's 3 hours. And don't forget… I do some of it in the morning and some in the evening. So I don't think I spend a lot of time on games. Does that sound like an excuse? Maybe. But in comparison… It's not that much.

Can I call this blog my hobby? I think so… because I really live here. (laugh) And I like to write something, combine screenshots, jokes and thoughts. Come up with something… I am completely free and I can do whatever I like. And despite the fact that no one is rushing me, I prefer to stick to a certain schedule. By the way… maybe I should write about it later.

There was a time when I was writing… a lot… I'm still writing, as you can see (after all, you're reading my words right now), but these are not large-scale projects… not full-length books. But you never know… if I'll get excited by some idea… maybe I'll come back to it.

Outside the computer/phone/Internet…

I make soap. Real soap, made from oils and lye. Not often, mostly for New Year's gifts. Some of my friends are already demanding it… "hey, I like your soap, you're going to make it this year, right?" I hate it when someone pushing me, but… "you become responsible, forever, for what you tamed," right? So… I feel responsible. I remember the first time I walked into a soap-making ingredients store… I knew right away that it was mine. I've tried so many techniques… Damn… I can't believe it… It's been so long… I don't have that passion anymore, but I still like it. Actually, I need to make some soap… maybe this weekend.

Besides that… I like to make herbal tea. I have several types of dried flowers and herbs, and I like to mix them together. Depending on the mood and the expected effect. All herbs have a certain effect… It is not as effective as medicine, but it is not as aggressive and is more easily absorbed by the body. I think it's good for my health. Not to mention the taste… yummy…

And I grow a few plants. I had a dream to grow everything I like for tea, but I'm terrible, I always forget about them, so only the strongest survive. Or masochists. Lemon decided to give lemons this year. It's definitely crazy. I have lemongrass, and I'm very happy with it. It's very tasty. Lavender decided to dry out. Oh, well...

And I've traveled before… Other countries, traditions, culture, languages, other dishes… I enjoyed getting ready for the trip. Where, what, and how… I liked making some plans and planning routes, and then exploring everything with my own eyes and other senses… It was nice. I've been actively traveling for a while (excursions, walks around, obviously got lost somewhere (you weren't there, if you weren't lost there), taking pictures), and for a while I just idled around… It's just me and the sea. Damn… I miss it. Maybe this year I'll finally go somewhere…

Thanks for the question. I hope I answered it.

dividers by @.fanguro

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