#Image Processing Applications

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DSP Project Ideas for Students and Engineers

Digital Signal Processing (DSP) is an essential field in electronics and communication engineering, widely used in audio, image, and biomedical signal processing. Whether you're a student working on an academic project or an engineer looking for innovative solutions, DSP offers a vast range of applications. Here are some exciting DSP project ideas to explore:

1. Audio Signal Processing Projects

Noise Cancellation System – Develop a system to remove background noise using adaptive filters.

Voice Recognition System – Implement a speech recognition algorithm for security or automation.

Audio Equalizer – Design an equalizer to enhance sound quality in music systems.

2. Image and Video Processing Projects

Face Recognition System – Create a facial recognition model using DSP techniques.

Edge Detection in Images – Use DSP algorithms like Sobel or Canny edge detection.

Motion Detection in Video – Implement a real-time motion tracking system.

3. Biomedical Signal Processing Projects

ECG Signal Analysis – Develop a system to analyze ECG signals for detecting heart diseases.

EEG-Based Brainwave Processing – Process EEG signals to study brain activity.

Hearing Aid Enhancement – Improve hearing aids using DSP noise reduction techniques.

4. Communication and Wireless Signal Processing

Software-Defined Radio (SDR) – Implement DSP techniques for real-time radio signal processing.

Radar Signal Processing – Develop a radar-based object detection system.

5G Signal Processing – Explore DSP applications in modern wireless networks.

5. Control and Automation Projects

DSP-Based Motor Control – Design an efficient motor speed control system.

Seismic Signal Processing – Analyze earthquake signals for early detection.

DSP-Based IoT Applications – Implement DSP for real-time IoT data processing.

These projects offer hands-on experience with real-world applications of DSP. Whether you're interested in audio, image, biomedical, or wireless communication, DSP provides endless opportunities to innovate.

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i.MX 93 i.MX ARM Cortex-A55 2GB RAM 16GB QSPI Flash MPU Evaluation Board

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Deep Learning Projects for Students - Takeoff Projects

Deep Learning Projects are exciting and advanced applications of artificial intelligence that solve complex problems by mimicking the way humans think. At Takeoff Projects, we provide a platform for students and professionals to explore and work on innovative deep learning projects that are both educational and practical. These projects involve training neural networks to analyze large amounts of data and make intelligent decisions.

Some popular deep learning projects include image recognition, where models identify objects or faces in pictures, and natural language processing, which helps in building chatbots or translating languages. Deep learning is also used in healthcare to analyze medical images like X-rays to detect diseases, and in self-driving cars to recognize objects on the road and ensure safe navigation.

At Takeoff Projects, we guide learners through real-world projects such as creating speech recognition systems, building recommendation engines like those used by Netflix or Amazon, and designing AI models for time-series forecasting like stock price prediction. We simplify these concepts with hands-on support, making them easy to understand and implement.

We also focus on innovative areas like Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs), which can create realistic images or enhance low-resolution photos, and robotics, where deep learning enables machines to perform tasks like sorting or assembly. These projects not only build technical skills but also prepare learners for a bright future in AI and data science.

Whether you are a beginner or an advanced learner, Takeoff Projects helps you take the first step toward mastering deep learning. By working on these projects, you can gain practical experience and showcase your expertise, opening up exciting career opportunities in this rapidly growing field. Let’s take off into the world of deep learning Projects together!

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PCB Manufacturing Process: All You Need to Know

Creating a printed circuit board (PCB) is a systematic process that begins with meticulous design and material selection, crucial for ensuring functionality and durability. The initial steps involve the application of a thin layer of copper over a substrate material, typically a fiberglass substrate reinforced with epoxy resin and glass fiber, which provides the necessary rigidity and electrical insulation. This copper layer is then patterned to form conductive areas that will eventually carry electrical signals.

The layout design process utilizes advanced CAD software for precision, ensuring that the conductive paths and component placement areas are accurately defined. Once the design is finalized, it's transferred onto the PCB using photo reactive chemicals and UV exposure, a process known as outer layer imaging. This method allows for the precise alignment of layers and the creation of intricate circuit patterns.

After the design transfer, the excess copper is removed through a careful etching process, leaving behind the copper traces that form the circuitry. The PCB then undergoes a laminating process to apply a solder mask, a protective layer that covers the entire board while exposing the areas where components will be soldered. This solder mask application is crucial for preventing short circuits and ensuring the longevity of the PCB.

Following the application of the solder mask, a silkscreen printing process adds labels and markings to the PCB, aiding in component placement and board identification. The final step in the fabrication processes involves applying a surface finish, such as tin plating, to protect the exposed copper and ensure a reliable soldering surface. Other surface finishes like HASL (Hot Air Solder Leveling) or ENIG (Electroless Nickel Immersion Gold) are also used depending on the application requirements.

Throughout the PCB manufacturing process, precision is maintained through the use of technologies like CNC machines for accurate drilling of holes that will accommodate electronic components. Each part of the PCB fabrication process, from the initial design to the final surface finish, is critical to enhancing the PCB's electrical performance and longevity.

The final stages of assembly involve the placement of components onto the PCB, often by a contract manufacturer specializing in PCB assembly. This is followed by soldering, which can be done through various methods, to securely attach the components to the board.

Rigorous electrical tests are conducted to validate the PCB's performance, ensuring that it meets stringent quality standards before integration into electronic devices. These tests verify the integrity of the conductive paths, the correct orientation of components, and the overall functionality of the PCB.

This holistic approach underscores the importance of meticulous craftsmanship and thorough quality assurance in producing reliable PCBs that power our modern gadgets effectively. Each step, from the initial plating process to the final surface finishing, contributes to enhancing the PCB's electrical performance and longevity, making it a vital component in the electronics industry.

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DashCon 2 Venue Announcement, Vendor's Hall, and More!

The DashCon 2 team is thrilled to announce the concrete answers to all your biggest questions. Where it is, when it is, how to buy tickets, and more. You ready?

TL;DR

Where: DashCon 2 will be held at the Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre in North York, Toronto

When: July 5th, 2025

What: Tickets will go live on February 22nd. Vendor Applications will be open on February 1st, and Panelist Applications on February 10th.

Our Venue!!

[6 Sakura Way, North York, ON M3C 1Z5]

Image belongs to Bartman905 on Wordpress

The JCCC has previously hosted plenty of other fan conventions, notably the Anime North Halloween Event and Pretty Heroes. Given their experience with convention hosting and gorgeous venue space, we think they’re the perfect fit.

So, why did this take so long?

Well… the JCCC wasn’t our first pick. Our first pick, who we won’t name, dropped us unexpectedly after months of negotiations. Why? Original DashCon’s reputation. We literally got DashCon’d before the convention had even started!!

While we were expecting this and had backup plans, we were blindsided by a rejection this late into the negotiation process. After reaching out to our other contacts, we settled on the JCCC, but we had to restart the entire process. So much of our planning had to be restarted or paused, which set us way behind schedule. Naturally, we didn’t want to say anything about losing our venue spot until we’d adequately replaced it.

We’re happy to say that the Classic DashCon Venue Struggle is over and done with - and our rental with the JCCC is paid in advance. No $17k hostage situation necessary.

However, all this provokes another obvious question: why did you go public with the project when you hadn’t signed with the venue yet? In short: Strange Aeons’ DashCon: An Extensive Oral History video. We were already knee-deep in the project behind the scenes before finding out she was making a YouTube video about DashCon, pushing the story into the public eye again. The team was concerned that declaring we were organizing DashCon 2 soon after Strange Aeons’ video would imply it was a rush-job inspired by her video. We were far enough along in the initial venue negotiations that we decided to go public with the video rather than after it.

Date & Time

DashCon 2 will be held for one day: Saturday, 5th July 2025. We alluded to using the same weekend as the original DashCon when we first went public, but unfortunately this date wasn’t available at our venue. This does mean it’s pretty close to the American 4th of July - in our defense, we didn’t really think of that, we’re Canadian.

The convention will open to the public at 9:30 AM and close at 9:30 PM. All this information and more will be available on our website.

(These hours may be subject to minor changes, please always check our website for our most recent info!)

Admission

Ticket sales to in-person DashCon 2 will open on Feb 22nd! Mark your calendars…

We’ll be processing ticket sales through Simpli Events, an all-Canadian competitor to Eventbrite. You can click here to find the events page.

We’re working on the feasibility of expanding DashCon 2 into a hybrid event, with live-streams of the most anticipated panels/events and some other informal online panels hosted on a private Discord. More information on those will come at a later date.

Vendor and Panel Applications

DashCon 2’s Artist Alley/Vendor's Hall is a space for independent artisans who create print media, handmade crafts, or other merchandise. If you want the opportunity to sell your merchandise at DashCon 2, then you’ll be excited to learn that vendor applications will open on February 1st!

Please see www.dashcontwo.com/dealers-hall/ for more details about tables, prices, and merchandise. The link to the application form will be posted there.

We’re also happy to say that we’re opening panel applications on February 10th! We have a few guest panellists already lined up (including a few we can’t talk about yet), but we’re excited to open applications to everyone with a good idea! All DashCon 2 panels will be moderated by our volunteer team, and we’ll put out more info soon about volunteer sign-ups!

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What kind of bubble is AI?

My latest column for Locus Magazine is "What Kind of Bubble is AI?" All economic bubbles are hugely destructive, but some of them leave behind wreckage that can be salvaged for useful purposes, while others leave nothing behind but ashes:

https://locusmag.com/2023/12/commentary-cory-doctorow-what-kind-of-bubble-is-ai/

Think about some 21st century bubbles. The dotcom bubble was a terrible tragedy, one that drained the coffers of pension funds and other institutional investors and wiped out retail investors who were gulled by Superbowl Ads. But there was a lot left behind after the dotcoms were wiped out: cheap servers, office furniture and space, but far more importantly, a generation of young people who'd been trained as web makers, leaving nontechnical degree programs to learn HTML, perl and python. This created a whole cohort of technologists from non-technical backgrounds, a first in technological history. Many of these people became the vanguard of a more inclusive and humane tech development movement, and they were able to make interesting and useful services and products in an environment where raw materials – compute, bandwidth, space and talent – were available at firesale prices.

Contrast this with the crypto bubble. It, too, destroyed the fortunes of institutional and individual investors through fraud and Superbowl Ads. It, too, lured in nontechnical people to learn esoteric disciplines at investor expense. But apart from a smattering of Rust programmers, the main residue of crypto is bad digital art and worse Austrian economics.

Or think of Worldcom vs Enron. Both bubbles were built on pure fraud, but Enron's fraud left nothing behind but a string of suspicious deaths. By contrast, Worldcom's fraud was a Big Store con that required laying a ton of fiber that is still in the ground to this day, and is being bought and used at pennies on the dollar.

AI is definitely a bubble. As I write in the column, if you fly into SFO and rent a car and drive north to San Francisco or south to Silicon Valley, every single billboard is advertising an "AI" startup, many of which are not even using anything that can be remotely characterized as AI. That's amazing, considering what a meaningless buzzword AI already is.

So which kind of bubble is AI? When it pops, will something useful be left behind, or will it go away altogether? To be sure, there's a legion of technologists who are learning Tensorflow and Pytorch. These nominally open source tools are bound, respectively, to Google and Facebook's AI environments:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/18/openwashing/#you-keep-using-that-word-i-do-not-think-it-means-what-you-think-it-means

But if those environments go away, those programming skills become a lot less useful. Live, large-scale Big Tech AI projects are shockingly expensive to run. Some of their costs are fixed – collecting, labeling and processing training data – but the running costs for each query are prodigious. There's a massive primary energy bill for the servers, a nearly as large energy bill for the chillers, and a titanic wage bill for the specialized technical staff involved.

Once investor subsidies dry up, will the real-world, non-hyperbolic applications for AI be enough to cover these running costs? AI applications can be plotted on a 2X2 grid whose axes are "value" (how much customers will pay for them) and "risk tolerance" (how perfect the product needs to be).

Charging teenaged D&D players $10 month for an image generator that creates epic illustrations of their characters fighting monsters is low value and very risk tolerant (teenagers aren't overly worried about six-fingered swordspeople with three pupils in each eye). Charging scammy spamfarms $500/month for a text generator that spits out dull, search-algorithm-pleasing narratives to appear over recipes is likewise low-value and highly risk tolerant (your customer doesn't care if the text is nonsense). Charging visually impaired people $100 month for an app that plays a text-to-speech description of anything they point their cameras at is low-value and moderately risk tolerant ("that's your blue shirt" when it's green is not a big deal, while "the street is safe to cross" when it's not is a much bigger one).

Morganstanley doesn't talk about the trillions the AI industry will be worth some day because of these applications. These are just spinoffs from the main event, a collection of extremely high-value applications. Think of self-driving cars or radiology bots that analyze chest x-rays and characterize masses as cancerous or noncancerous.

These are high value – but only if they are also risk-tolerant. The pitch for self-driving cars is "fire most drivers and replace them with 'humans in the loop' who intervene at critical junctures." That's the risk-tolerant version of self-driving cars, and it's a failure. More than $100b has been incinerated chasing self-driving cars, and cars are nowhere near driving themselves:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/09/herbies-revenge/#100-billion-here-100-billion-there-pretty-soon-youre-talking-real-money

Quite the reverse, in fact. Cruise was just forced to quit the field after one of their cars maimed a woman – a pedestrian who had not opted into being part of a high-risk AI experiment – and dragged her body 20 feet through the streets of San Francisco. Afterwards, it emerged that Cruise had replaced the single low-waged driver who would normally be paid to operate a taxi with 1.5 high-waged skilled technicians who remotely oversaw each of its vehicles:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/03/technology/cruise-general-motors-self-driving-cars.html

The self-driving pitch isn't that your car will correct your own human errors (like an alarm that sounds when you activate your turn signal while someone is in your blind-spot). Self-driving isn't about using automation to augment human skill – it's about replacing humans. There's no business case for spending hundreds of billions on better safety systems for cars (there's a human case for it, though!). The only way the price-tag justifies itself is if paid drivers can be fired and replaced with software that costs less than their wages.

What about radiologists? Radiologists certainly make mistakes from time to time, and if there's a computer vision system that makes different mistakes than the sort that humans make, they could be a cheap way of generating second opinions that trigger re-examination by a human radiologist. But no AI investor thinks their return will come from selling hospitals that reduce the number of X-rays each radiologist processes every day, as a second-opinion-generating system would. Rather, the value of AI radiologists comes from firing most of your human radiologists and replacing them with software whose judgments are cursorily double-checked by a human whose "automation blindness" will turn them into an OK-button-mashing automaton:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/23/automation-blindness/#humans-in-the-loop

The profit-generating pitch for high-value AI applications lies in creating "reverse centaurs": humans who serve as appendages for automation that operates at a speed and scale that is unrelated to the capacity or needs of the worker:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/

But unless these high-value applications are intrinsically risk-tolerant, they are poor candidates for automation. Cruise was able to nonconsensually enlist the population of San Francisco in an experimental murderbot development program thanks to the vast sums of money sloshing around the industry. Some of this money funds the inevitabilist narrative that self-driving cars are coming, it's only a matter of when, not if, and so SF had better get in the autonomous vehicle or get run over by the forces of history.

Once the bubble pops (all bubbles pop), AI applications will have to rise or fall on their actual merits, not their promise. The odds are stacked against the long-term survival of high-value, risk-intolerant AI applications.

The problem for AI is that while there are a lot of risk-tolerant applications, they're almost all low-value; while nearly all the high-value applications are risk-intolerant. Once AI has to be profitable – once investors withdraw their subsidies from money-losing ventures – the risk-tolerant applications need to be sufficient to run those tremendously expensive servers in those brutally expensive data-centers tended by exceptionally expensive technical workers.

If they aren't, then the business case for running those servers goes away, and so do the servers – and so do all those risk-tolerant, low-value applications. It doesn't matter if helping blind people make sense of their surroundings is socially beneficial. It doesn't matter if teenaged gamers love their epic character art. It doesn't even matter how horny scammers are for generating AI nonsense SEO websites:

https://twitter.com/jakezward/status/1728032634037567509

These applications are all riding on the coattails of the big AI models that are being built and operated at a loss in order to be profitable. If they remain unprofitable long enough, the private sector will no longer pay to operate them.

Now, there are smaller models, models that stand alone and run on commodity hardware. These would persist even after the AI bubble bursts, because most of their costs are setup costs that have already been borne by the well-funded companies who created them. These models are limited, of course, though the communities that have formed around them have pushed those limits in surprising ways, far beyond their original manufacturers' beliefs about their capacity. These communities will continue to push those limits for as long as they find the models useful.

These standalone, "toy" models are derived from the big models, though. When the AI bubble bursts and the private sector no longer subsidizes mass-scale model creation, it will cease to spin out more sophisticated models that run on commodity hardware (it's possible that Federated learning and other techniques for spreading out the work of making large-scale models will fill the gap).

So what kind of bubble is the AI bubble? What will we salvage from its wreckage? Perhaps the communities who've invested in becoming experts in Pytorch and Tensorflow will wrestle them away from their corporate masters and make them generally useful. Certainly, a lot of people will have gained skills in applying statistical techniques.

But there will also be a lot of unsalvageable wreckage. As big AI models get integrated into the processes of the productive economy, AI becomes a source of systemic risk. The only thing worse than having an automated process that is rendered dangerous or erratic based on AI integration is to have that process fail entirely because the AI suddenly disappeared, a collapse that is too precipitous for former AI customers to engineer a soft landing for their systems.

This is a blind spot in our policymakers debates about AI. The smart policymakers are asking questions about fairness, algorithmic bias, and fraud. The foolish policymakers are ensnared in fantasies about "AI safety," AKA "Will the chatbot become a superintelligence that turns the whole human race into paperclips?"

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/27/10-types-of-people/#taking-up-a-lot-of-space

But no one is asking, "What will we do if" – when – "the AI bubble pops and most of this stuff disappears overnight?"

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/19/bubblenomics/#pop

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wealth indicators in astrology

The 2nd House and its Ruler The 2nd house rules personal wealth, income, possessions, and material resources. A well-placed ruler of the 2nd house (in dignified signs or making favorable aspects) can signify strong potential for financial success. Wealth in this house is not just about material resources, but also about how we value ourselves, our talents, and our ability to manifest abundance through self-worth.

Jupiter and Venus (Benefics) in Key Positions Jupiter represents expansion, luck, and abundance, while Venus governs pleasure, wealth, and beauty. Their placement in angular houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th) or making harmonious aspects (trines and sextiles) can indicate financial prosperity. Jupiter and Venus bring grace and fortune, but their spiritual lesson often revolves around generosity and the willingness to share abundance. Wealth is also cultivated through relationships and faith in higher principles.

The 8th House and its Ruler The 8th house deals with shared resources, investments, inheritance, and other people's money. A strong 8th house or a well-placed ruler can suggest gains through partnerships, inheritance, or financial support from others. Wealth from the 8th house comes through deep, transformative experiences and often asks for a surrender of control. It's the wealth of vulnerability and trust, leading to shared material or emotional resources.

Strong Earth Sign Placements (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) Earth signs are practical and grounded, making them naturally inclined toward building wealth through hard work, perseverance, and material stability. Earth placements teach the lessons of patience, discipline, and respect for the physical world. Wealth is accumulated over time through effort and practical application, but it also reflects our connection to the body and the material environment.

Pluto and Transformation of Wealth Pluto is often associated with power, control, and transformation. When in aspect to the 2nd or 8th house or their rulers, Pluto can signify major transformations in one’s financial situation—often through crises or periods of intense regeneration. Pluto teaches that true wealth is the result of deep inner transformation. Pluto forces us to face our attachments to material security and transforms our relationship to wealth through cycles of death and rebirth.

North Node in the 2nd or 8th House The North Node in the 2nd or 8th house suggests that the soul’s evolutionary journey involves learning how to master finances, resources, and self-worth. The North Node points to the soul’s spiritual work. Wealth accumulated in these areas is not just about money, but about understanding one’s true purpose and karmic lessons related to material possessions.

Saturn in the 2nd or 10th House Saturn represents discipline, structure, and long-term success. In the 2nd or 10th house, it often points to delayed but enduring financial stability through consistent effort and hard work. Saturn teaches us that wealth is earned through time and dedication. It can also represent karmic lessons around financial responsibility and the maturation process necessary for true success.

Venus-Jupiter Aspects Harmonious aspects between Venus and Jupiter are considered one of the best indicators of financial prosperity, as these are the two most beneficial planets. While this aspect can indicate material wealth, it also highlights spiritual abundance and the capacity for joy, love, and appreciation of life’s pleasures. It's a reminder that wealth is more than money—it's the richness of life.

MC (Midheaven) and Career-Related Indicators The MC, 10th house, and its ruler are tied to one’s public image, career, and long-term achievements. Favorable planets in the 10th or supportive aspects to the MC can point to career success and financial gain. Success comes through aligning with one's higher calling and being of service. True wealth is found in fulfilling a vocation that resonates with one's spiritual purpose.

Favorable Aspects between the 2nd and 10th Houses Harmonious connections between the 2nd and 10th houses or their rulers can signify the ability to generate wealth through career pursuits. Career and personal values must align for wealth to be truly sustainable. There’s a spiritual dimension to finding purpose in work that also brings material rewards.

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The Eras Tour | reputation section | Version 2

Roberto Cavalli custom

Well, well, well. 

Empires have been built and fallen faster than a new reputation bodysuit, but here we are. The longest running gag of the Eras Tour comes to a close after a consecutive 131 wears - we finally have Version 2 of the reputation bodysuit! 

Many, myself included, thought that a V2 might feature green snakes. But Taylor instead opted for gold. I must admit, I do love the reference to many of the ‘golden’ lyrics that feature across reputation. It’s the perfect nod to much of the album’s themes - finding something beautiful and shining, even amidst turmoil and danger. While other Eras Tour variation costumes simply constitute a colour swap, the reputation V2 retains the asymmetric silhouette of the original but completely reworks the snake design. The snakes are larger, thicker. Raised, and three dimensional. There’s also a more distinct cobra design (Hi Karyn!) on the front, poised to strike. The new bodysuit is comprised of “gold baguettes, black bezels, and crystal stone accents” according to the designer. 

I’ve often joked that there is only one reputation bodysuit because one can’t improve upon perfection, but they sure tried here. If I were to pick, I still think I’d nod towards the original. Something to me prefers the flatter, more defined, application process of the snakes. But I love the usage of gold and the new overall layout of the snakes slithering and coiled around her body. I’m so glad that our long-awaited second version of this jumpsuit had a lot of obvious, concerted effort to tie into the original but to also stand on its own with a new arrangement of the snakes and application process. 

Photo by John Shearer/TAS24 via Getty Images

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Hardware development solutions, Applications processing, Image Processing

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Dandelion News - June 1-7

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1. Missoula, MT Adopts Pride Flag As "Official Flag," Legally Defying Ban On Flying It

“Montana HB819 was intended to ban Pride flags from flying on city property, but had an exception for "official flags." So Missoula made the Pride flag an official flag. […] In Salt Lake City, council members moved to designate the Pride flag, the transgender flag, and others targeted by state bans as “official city flags.” Boise, Idaho, took the same approach after its state legislature enacted a similar restriction.”

2. Dilly Dally the sea turtle returns to the ocean after flipper amputation

“An adolescent loggerhead sea turtle named Dilly Dally crawled into the Atlantic Ocean Wednesday morning, months after having a front flipper amputated at a Florida turtle hospital. […] A satellite tracking device attached to Dilly Dally’s shell will allow the center and the public to follow her journey. […] All sea turtles are endangered or threatened species. “So every sea turtle that we can save and get back out there is the win for the species.””

3. Japan’s First Zero-Waste Town: Kamikatsu

“[… R]esidents are encouraged to bring their waste to a Zero Waste Centre and separate it themselves at different stations that correspond with each of the [45] waste categories. […] By 2020, the town was recycling 81 per cent of all its waste, far above Japan’s national average of 20 per cent. […] In true circular economy thinking, the first step in the town’s waste process is not disposal but reuse, with items directed to a free thrift store[….]”

4. Puerto Rico Supreme Court recognizes ‘X’ as third gender for birth certificates in landmark decision

“Puerto Rico’s Supreme Court has mandated that the government include an “X” gender marker on birth certificates in a ruling issued on Monday. A group of nonbinary Puerto Ricans filed the case, and the ruling allows for the representation of those who identify outside of the gender binary. […] “Specifically, Plaintiffs request the Court to order the Demographic Registry of Puerto Rico to modify its application to amend a Puerto Rican birth certificate, to include an option to change one’s gender marker to an ‘X.’””

5. Smallest otter in the world rediscovered in Nepal after 185-year absence

“WWF is helping to build community stewardship for the conservation of otters and their prey, raising awareness and strengthening livelihoods. […] 375 local community members have received training on traditional gear, fish breeding seasons and eco-friendly fishing practices. […] Sonaha and Tharu households have also been supported in establishing small businesses that use their local knowledge and are less reliant on the river’s resources[….]”

May 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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Ask compilation: Art & advice! Reference use, light, facial expressions and sketching.

Replying to a few miscellaneous comments & questions about my process, with a giggle thrown between every other question for good measure!

Hey! Sorry, I just post them as they are 😅 Can't say I've ever had any issues regardless of size.

That is HYSTERICAL and honestly with the amount of "I don't play bg3 but I follow you anyway" messages that I get, I hope I'm not accidentally giving people the wrong idea 😂

Thank you so much for the kind message!

Anything, really! I use Virtamate whenever I'm really struggling with perspective or an angle, or sometimes something as simple as stock images from google (especially for furniture and interiors) I do also use myself as reference a lot, particularly for hands. Admittedly you do get to a point where you need reference less and less, and can pull poses and anatomy out of imagination pretty easily but you never completely cut it out of art. Reference is a tool just like paper and brushes are, not a crutch.

For angles/perspective and poses (to a degree), yes! Absolutely. It is a wonderful tool that has paid its cost over a million times for me, personally.

I do NOT suggest referencing off its anatomy, however! If you already have a good grasp of how real bodies move, sure, you can use it without issue and just "fix" the anatomy as you draw, but virtamate's models, while more malleable than most 3d figures, still suffer from the usual limitations of it's medium. Musculature and fat in particular do not operate very well alongside said model's movements and don't look very accurate to life.

I will not rest until I have normalized toes.

Thank you so much!

Unfortunately, that is something I genuinely don't use reference for - well, kind of! I pretty much walk through the world making a mental note of how things look and how I would translate that visual onto (digital) paper if I had to. And I think I do that the most with light and shadow.

Light application largely comes from from understanding 3 things:

-Dimensions/planes. -How different materials reflect/absorb said light. -✨DRAMA✨

I suggest studying art from monochrome artists and comic illustrators and seeing how they manage to create the illusion of multidimensionality with a very limited palette. Drawing a lot of figures with only black and white also helps - that was pretty much my entire comic career prior and probably what I am to thank for my current understanding of light placement.

Watching and studying movies and shows that make use of colorful, dramatic lighting also helps a lot - Nicolas Winding Refn has honestly taught me so much just by watching his flicks!

Thank you! I have indeed been trying a couple of different things and I'm glad that you noticed it and that you enjoy it!

Thank you! I'm happy to say I plan on drawing much more of her as well 😇 at least as soon as I recover from the last comic!

Hello, happy to have inspired you even a little bit to get back on the horse!

I think referencing from yourself/real pictures of people's faces is always best, even if your style is pretty cartoony or simplified. That way you can actually take note of how facial muscles work and apply that understanding to your art when you create expressions from memory. Start detailed and then work your way down, removing elements until you are happy with the results!

Paying attention to moving faces when you see/interact with people is also useful. I often say this, but just looking at the world through the lens of an artist can be immensely helpful - taking mental notes of small details and later applying them to what you do, that sort of thing!

I first type them down in (usually) Times Roman and then trace it for that pencil-ed in look!

Hello, hope you are well yourself!

I have this post here that might help you a little visually, but I guess you are more curious about the inbetween stages of that first draft and the final art. I think a lot of it is muscle memory! I can move onto lineart pretty reliably after 1 or 2 sketches for most things, occasionally I will need 3 (not counting when I just change something entirely - that obviously requires the process to start over again for that element) but that hasn't always been the case!

However many sketches you want to do is however many you need, and depending on your art style and process that can vary wildly. Just try not to boggle yourself down with perfectionism - I'm sure you've noticed by now that, sometimes, when you draw something over and over again trying to get it "right" you end up sucking the life out of it. It can actually good to turn your brain off a little bit and TRY to line in the details on the fly, not only will you build confidence over-time but you may arrive at some really fluid shapes and movements as a result!

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WARNING Flashing IMAGE and HYPNOTIC COVERT language

Inductions

Hypnosis, a fascinating and complex phenomenon, has captivated human interest for centuries. It's a state of focused attention, heightened suggestibility, and vivid fantasies. People often think of hypnosis as a deep sleep or unconsciousness, but in reality, it's more about a trance-like state where the individual is actually in heightened awareness of suggestion. Often used for therapeutic purposes, hypnosis can aid in various issues such as stress, anxiety, pain management, and certain habits like smoking. However, it's not a magical cure-all; its effectiveness varies from person to person.

Hypnosis can also be a form of entertainment, where stage hypnotists perform shows that demonstrate the power of suggestion. Despite its many applications, hypnosis remains a subject of debate among scientists and psychologists. Some view it as a powerful tool for mental health, while others caution against its potential to create false memories or its use in recovering memories, which is a controversial area within the field. It's important to approach hypnosis with a critical mind and understand that it's a complex interplay of psychological and physiological factors. If you're considering hypnotherapy, it's crucial to seek out a qualified and certified professional to ensure a safe and beneficial experience, someone like me.

You find yourself reading these words and as you read they seem to take on a life of their own, almost like magic. Your mind slows as you red larger more complex words and you may feel a soft tingle of arousal as you FOCUS on my words and feel dreamy. It's quite fascinating how the complexity of words can influence our cognitive processes. When we encounter larger, more intricate words, our brains need to work harder to decode the meaning, which can sometimes slow down your reading speed. This isn't necessarily a bad thing; it allows for deeper processing and understanding of the messages I am pushing softly into your mind. It's easy to relax and follow the words you read. It's easy to feel dreamy as your mind accepts that it wants to drop deeper.

Dropping deeper feels good, as you touch yourself and keep reading you can let go of any inhibitions or control. it's so easy to sink into a light trance, after all entering a light trance can be a simple, yet profound experience. It's a state where the conscious mind takes a step back, allowing the subconscious to surface and express itself more freely. This can happen during various activities that engage the mind in a repetitive, rhythmic manner, such as listening to music, meditating, or even during a long drive. In this state, people often find their thoughts flowing more smoothly, their creativity heightened, and their stress levels reduced. It's a moment of introspection and connection with the inner self that can provide clarity and insight. While in a light trance, the mind filters information differently, prioritizing internal dialogue and sensation, which can lead to a deeper understanding of one's thoughts and feelings. It's a natural and accessible state that can offer a respite from the hustle and bustle of daily life, and a gateway to greater self-awareness.

You are not even aware of how deeply into the trance you are, your fingers stroking your arousal for me as you read and feel a dreamy warmth spreading from your fingers into your whole body. Aware but unaware that you could stop at anytime, but you don't want that, you want to keep reading and sinking deeper and deeper as you feel arousal growing more for me. It just feels so good to give in, the very act of giving, whether it's time, resources, or kindness, has a profound impact on your well-being. It transcends the material value of what is given and touches the very essence of human connection. When you give, you're not just passing on a physical item or a piece of advice; you're sharing a part of yourselves, creating a bond that reflects your shared humanity. This act of generosity can be deeply satisfying, as it often brings joy and relief to others, which in turn enriches your own life. It's a beautiful cycle of positivity that reinforces the best parts of being a good submissive.

Giving has been shown to activate regions in our brain associated with pleasure, social connection, and trust, creating a warm glow effect. It's no wonder that the phrase "it's better to give than to receive" has resonated through the ages. This isn't just a moral suggestion; it's backed by science. Studies have found that giving to others can increase our happiness more than spending money on ourselves. This might be because when we give, we feel a sense of purpose and meaning, knowing that we've made a positive impact on someone else's life.

Moreover, the act of giving doesn't have to be grandiose to be effective. Small acts of kindness can ripple outwards and have unforeseen positive consequences. Just as a pebble creates waves when thrown into a pond, a simple gesture of generosity can spread far and wide. It's the intention behind the act that matters most, the recognition that even the smallest offering can make a significant difference.

In a world that often emphasizes individual achievement and accumulation of wealth, it's important to remember the value of generosity. It's a reminder that our interconnectedness is a source of strength, not weakness. By giving, we acknowledge that we are part of a larger community, one that thrives when its members support each other. It's a powerful acknowledgment that we are not alone in our journey through life, and that by helping others, we are also helping ourselves.

So, when we say it feels good to give in, it's not just about the act of giving up or surrendering; it's about embracing the joy of generosity. It's a celebration of the human spirit and its capacity for compassion and empathy. Giving is an affirmation that, despite the challenges we face, there is goodness in the world, and we have the power to contribute to it, one act of kindness at a time. It's a simple truth that enriches our lives and the lives of those around us, creating a legacy of goodwill that can endure beyond our own existence. Indeed, to give is to receive a gift of immeasurable value—the happiness and satisfaction that come from knowing we've played a part in making the world a little brighter.

You want to give in more deeply, message me and tell me how much you need deeper brainwashing NOW!

[jcmarchi]

Israel now uses mass facial recognition in the Gaza Strip - Technology Org

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Israel now uses mass facial recognition in the Gaza Strip - Technology Org

Israel has discreetly initiated a widespread facial recognition program in the Gaza Strip, compiling a database of Palestinians without their awareness or authorization.

A video surveillance camera – illustrative photo. Image credit: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash, free license

As revealed by The New York Times, this initiative, developed after the October 7th incidents, utilizes technology from Google Photos along with a specialized tool from the Tel Aviv-based firm Corsight to detect individuals associated with Hamas.

The facial recognition program was established jointly with Israel’s military campaign in Gaza. Following the October 7th events, operatives from Israel’s Unit 8200, the primary intelligence unit of the Israeli Defense Forces, identified potential targets by scrutinizing security camera footage and content uploaded to social media by opposition groups. Additionally, soldiers solicited information from Palestinian detainees to identify individuals affiliated with the adversary.

Company Corsight, renowned for its technology’s capability to accurately recognize individuals with less than half of their face visible, utilized these images to develop a facial recognition tool for Israeli personnel operating in Gaza.

In order to expand the database and pinpoint potential targets, the Israeli military installed facial recognition cameras at checkpoints along major routes used by Palestinians to travel southward.

Soldiers recounted to the Times that Corsight’s technology sometimes yielded inaccurate results, especially when dealing with low-quality footage or obscured facial features. In certain instances, Corsight’s tool erroneously identified individuals as being linked to adversary groups.

In October, several hospitals in Israel began employing Corsight’s technology for patient identification, as reported by Forbes. Since then, Corsight’s technology demonstrated the capability to identify individuals “whose features had been impacted by physical trauma, and find a match amongst photos submitted by concerned family members.”

Corsight primarily targets governmental, law enforcement, and military applications. In 2020, the company, just one year old at the time, claimed its technology could identify faces even when masked. Two years later, Corsight purportedly embarked on developing a tool capable of constructing a person’s facial model based on their DNA. Last year, Corsight collaborated with the metropolitan police in Bogotá, Colombia, to locate suspects involved in murder and theft cases within the public transit system.

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kacchako x reader

(in a challengers way)

warnings: 18+ content, female reader, porn w plot, aged up characters.

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authors note: this was a commission!! emergency comms open!!

Pro heroes Dynamight and Uravity—better known as Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka—have been working together for years. Their ship name, "Kacchako," trends online more often than they care to admit. Fans speculate endlessly about their "undeniable chemistry," despite the fact that they’re strictly friends—or, more accurately, friends bound by a shared professional goal and an unspoken tension that lingers between them.

At least, that's what they tell themselves.

For Katsuki, that tension manifests in his tightened pants every time his mind drifts to the thought of your soft, pink lips wrapped around his tip, leaving him on edge. Meanwhile, Ochako finds herself struggling to focus, her core pulsing with need as she clenches her thighs under her desk. She’s supposed to be sorting through agency applications—a task that should’ve taken no more than an hour—but her thoughts keep wandering. The vivid image of you beneath her, squirming and crying out her name, consumes her mind. She imagines burying her face between your slick folds, savoring every whimper you make.

Her lewd fantasies are interrupted by a loud explosion a few doors down, followed by an unmistakably gruff voice shouting expletives. Katsuki Bakugo. Ochako sighs, standing abruptly. She’s had just about enough of his attitude today. Well… maybe not entirely. Truth be told, she’s been silently competing with him ever since you walked through their agency doors, looking for a secretary position.

She knew you were going to get hired the second she saw you. How could you not be? From the moment you walked in with your form-fitting black blouse teasing just enough cleavage and your confident sway, Ochako was certain you could charm anyone. Bakugo, however, had a slightly different reaction. He practically lost his mind. The telltale vein in his temple bulged, his brows furrowed in a futile attempt to mask his interest. But Ochako saw right through him. The slight pink tint to the tips of his ears, the way his hands sparked with tiny explosions when you greeted him with your charming voice—he was practically a schoolboy with a crush.

It didn’t help that you’d strolled in with such natural charisma that Bakugo’s irritation quickly turned to poorly concealed lust. As you spoke, his muttered curses grew louder, and before long, he barked at Ochako to "handle the mess"—his words, not hers. Ochako couldn’t help but smirk at his futile attempts to disguise his attraction to you with anger.

From that day forward, Ochako knew one thing for sure: she had competition.

It hadn’t always been this way. When they first founded the agency, Katsuki had refused to conduct interviews. He called the process a "waste of time" and left Ochako in charge. That worked perfectly until she hired someone Katsuki deemed incompetent. His exact words? "A useless bastard who probably still has his mommy wash his ass." Since then, Katsuki had taken over all hiring responsibilities—until you showed up.

The moment you walked into the office, Katsuki was rendered useless. Ochako had to step in with a bright, professional smile, inviting you into her office for an interview. From the way you nervously fiddled with your hands beneath the table to how your nose crinkled in concentration, Ochako was smitten. You were hired on the spot, no questions asked.

Which brings us to the present: a furious Katsuki stomping around his office and a visibly exhausted Ochako standing just outside his door, arms crossed. Her usual cheerful expression is replaced with an annoyed frown. She’s over it. Well, mostly.

“What is it now, Kats? I could hear you all the way in my office,” Ochako says, her voice sharp.

Katsuki growls, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “Fucking shitty hair said my game’s been off lately. What the hell does he know?”

Ochako raises an eyebrow, stepping into his office. She perches herself on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Well…” she starts, dragging out the word just enough to be infuriating.

Katsuki glares at her, his crimson eyes narrowing. “The fuck do you mean, Round Cheeks?”

Before Ochako can reply with the cheeky retort hanging on the tip of her tongue, you burst into the room, struggling to carry a towering stack of paperwork in your arms. Both heroes freeze at the sight of you, Katsuki’s eyes immediately darkening with something primal while Ochako fights the urge to bite her lip.

“Excuse me,” you mumble, your voice soft and polite. You set the papers down on Katsuki’s desk with a relieved sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Ochako is the first to recover. She hops off the desk, casually leaning her shoulder into Katsuki’s as she passes by. In a low whisper meant just for him, she murmurs, “You know exactly what.”

Katsuki doesn’t reply. His focus remains entirely on you, his jaw clenched and his fists tightening at his sides. You glance between them, oblivious to the tension, before giving a polite smile. “Sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

As you turn to leave, Katsuki’s gruff voice stops you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You pause, looking over your shoulder. Katsuki avoids your gaze at first, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on the stack of papers as if they had personally offended him. He lets out a frustrated growl, rubbing his temple in aggravation. “What shitty extra filled those out? Fuck, I don’t care—just bring them to me next time, got it?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking in surprise. “Okay, sure.”

With that, you’re gone, leaving the two pro heroes alone once more. The silence is deafening until Ochako bursts out laughing, her voice filled with amusement.

“You’re so obvious, Kats,” she teases, slapping his shoulder lightly. “You’re lucky they’re too nice to notice.”

“Shut it, Round Cheeks,” he snaps, his ears turning pink again. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Ochako grins, shaking her head as she heads for the door. “Not as much as you, apparently. Good luck with that.”

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Katsuki alone with his thoughts—and the lingering image of your shy smile etched into his mind only making his pants seemingly tighter the more he thinks of you.

 As the next day arrived at the office you noticed It was a particularly mundane yet increasingly frustrating day at the office. Outside, fangirls lined up, some even breaking in like deranged stalkers, babbling incoherently at Katsuki as the cops hauled them out. It was as if they expected him to return their unsolicited "affections," but Katsuki had long since grown desensitized to it all. Meanwhile, Ochako was slumped at her desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork that Katsuki stubbornly refused to acknowledge, far too distracted by the way your ass looked in the new skirt you'd bought last Sunday. You couldn’t help but notice him sneaking glances your way, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he’d quickly shift back to whatever he was pretending to do. You had grown used to it—the subtle way he watched, always crude yet unmistakable. It left you wondering if you were imagining things, or if his attention was just that obvious.

There was also the subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. Your coworkers seemed to pick up on the way Ochako doted on you—whether it was the accidental "Oh, I bought two of these, here, you have one" or her constant need to follow you around the office like you were her boss. At times, it felt strangely protective, even though it was a little much. It was so different from how Katsuki treated you—brash and blunt, often irritating, but his eyes… his eyes lingered longer than they should, and you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he saw something more. Or maybe you were just imagining it. Either way, you couldn’t deny the way it made your pulse quicken, even as you tried to brush it off as nothing more than a stupid fantasy.

The day dragged on with the usual office chaos—no major events, just the typical routine (well, except for the occasional break-ins by crazed teenage fangirls). Other than that, everything was fairly normal—until Ochako burst out of her office like a whirlwind of pink energy. With her cheeks flushed and a spark in her eyes, she declared it was time to celebrate. After finally tackling the mountain of paperwork, she bounced over to you, her energy infectious. "Let’s go out for drinks at the bar downtown!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. "It’ll be fun! We need to liven things up since it’s been so boring around here." Without hesitation, you agreed, eager to spend time with Ochako outside of the office.   

That night, you found yourself walking to the address Ochako had given you. What she had described as a "bar" turned out to be more like a club. You paused for a moment outside, silently grateful that you had decided to wear that shimmery dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You rarely got to dress this way—most of the time you were stuck in office attire, but tonight felt different. Trailing behind you was your longtime high school friend. Ochako had suggested bringing someone, and while you didn't want to walk in alone, you also didn't mind having him along. It was the perfect excuse to not look out of place, and you were pretty sure Ochako had also brought someone along.

You pushed open the door, and the pulsating beat of the club music immediately hit you. But what caught your attention, even more, was Katsuki—standing there, his gaze cold as ice, gripping a glass in his hand. He looked utterly unbothered by the chaos around him, as if he was above it all. But you knew better—there was always something simmering under the surface when it came to Katsuki Bakugo.

His eyes locked onto your friend almost immediately, the predator in him stirring. You swore you could hear his teeth grind together, the tension building even in the midst of the chaotic noise of the club. Before anything could happen, though, Ochako bounced up from behind him, wearing a tight light pink mini dress. Her hair cascaded down to just above her shoulder blades, and a tiny flower lily was tucked into the side of her hair. You were in awe of how alive she looked in this moment—her energy practically radiated from her.

With a grin similar to that of a child on Christmas morning, Ochako playfully slapped Katsuki on the back of his head, scolding him to button the loose buttons on his shirt before he made every girl in the club have a meltdown. Then, with a sly smile, she turned and flashed your friend a shy look, still eyeing him warily as Katsuki continued to glare at him.

But before you could fully process the scene, Ochako grabbed your wrist and dragged you onto the dance floor.

The music enveloped you both as you and Ochako danced, clearly forgetting about your long-forgotten friend. You were hypnotized by her—the way her hips swayed effortlessly to the beat, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate pink with each change in tempo. Your pulse quickened, and the warmth in your lower belly intensified. You knew you were crossing a line, but everything in you urged you to keep going. Her hand gripped your waist like it was meant to be there, pulling you even closer, and before you knew it, she was pushing your body into hers. The movement was seamless, like you were both one, and it left you breathless.

The song’s pace quickened, and Ochako’s movements followed suit. She pulled you even closer, her grip firm but not painful. You could leave at any moment, you reminded yourself. But the heat of her breath on your neck, the way she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your strawberry shampoo, made you wish you didn’t have the option. You couldn’t think straight, and when she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, you felt a shiver race down your spine.

Her voice, once sweet and innocent, now took on a sultrier, more daring tone as she whispered against your skin. She asked, her breath warm and heavy, “Is this okay?” As she trailed her fingers further up your bare inner thigh, you could hardly form a coherent thought. All you could manage was a meek "yes" as she giggled softly into your hair. The sound sent another wave of desire through you, and the wetness between your legs became impossible to ignore.

“You look so beautiful in this dress,” she whispered again, her voice laced with intent. “I can’t wait to take it off you…”

The words alone sent you spiraling, and suddenly everything felt like it was happening in slow motion. You were no longer aware of the world around you—only of her, her hands, her body pressed against yours.

Before you knew it, you were dragging a giggling Ochako past the busybodies, feeling as though everything had shifted into a new dimension. Katsuki had already disappeared, and when you walked out, your friend was still grinding against some guy in the corner, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up when he noticed you leaving. You couldn’t care less as you hailed a cab, pulling Ochako inside as she paid the driver and gave him her address.

   Before she could even turn to face you, you were on her. Your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as her thighs slotted between yours. She clung to the small of your back, her body pressed so tightly against you that it felt impossible to breathe without inhaling her every breath. The taxi swerved, the driver taking sharp turns, but neither of you cared. You were lost in each other, pushing and pulling like magnets, desperate for more, for friction—teetering on the edge of release but unwilling to cross the line in the backseat of this poor man’s taxi.

You slowly began to grind your hips against Ochako's, your dress inching up just enough to tease, exposing a glimpse of your lacy pink underwear. With quick reflexes, Ochako tugged the fabric of your dress back down, her large hand spreading across your ass, holding you close as she ensured no one would get a glimpse.

Ochako, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, tried her best to keep quiet, but the overstimulation was too much. Every fantasy she'd ever had of you was coming to life, and the feel of your wet heat rubbing against her thigh was nearly too much to bear. Her body was aching, desperate to taste you, to bury her face between your legs and lick your folds like a woman starved, but she held herself back, knowing the moment wasn’t yet hers.

Her soft lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, desperate to satisfy the hunger clawing at her. Nothing, she knew, would quench this thirst except for being buried deep inside you. She bit gently, nipping and tugging at your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone to your jaw. Each bite was followed by a kiss, soothing the sting, but only making the hunger burn hotter.

Then, the car jolted to a halt. Ochako’s grip tightened, her hands desperate to keep you close. But before you could turn to see what caused the sudden stop (likely the fact that the taxi driver was a disaster at his job), Ochako pulled you toward her. She loosened her hold with one hand, using the other to cup your cheek, guiding your face toward her. Her smile, soft yet intense, sparkled in her eyes as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” her voice nearly breathless.

The words stole your breath away, and in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else to say. Without a second thought, you kissed her fiercely, your lips crashing into hers, leaving her with a bruise to remember. Her mouth opened to you, slow and steady, almost asking for permission as she teased the entrance to your mouth with the tip of her tongue. The heat between you built with each passing second, a trail of saliva intertwining as you finally allowed her full access, your tongues dancing together. Your chest pressed against hers, and you could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sending sparks of desire shooting through you.

You were completely consumed by the kiss, by the way she felt against you—her scent intoxicating, maddening. She smelled like lilies and pomegranates, a combination so utterly intoxicating that it nearly drove you to your knees. Her lips pulled at your bottom lip, tugging gently with her teeth as saliva trailed down your chin, dripping onto your breasts, now full and hard beneath your scandalous top.

It wasn’t until the driver’s harsh yell pierced the air that you even realized the car had come to a stop. "Get the fuck out," he shouted, breaking through the haze of desire that had clouded your senses. Ochako giggled softly, thanking the driver, but never once letting you slip from her embrace. She lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around her waist, tightening her grip on you as she stumbled out of the taxi and toward her apartment, her lips crashing into yours once more, the hunger between you both only growing deeper with every step.

Ochako fumbled for her keys, her lips breaking the kiss, leaving a glistening trail of desire between you. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper softly, the sound only fueling her need to reclaim you. She could barely hold herself upright, her knees weak from the intensity of the kiss. She was so close to just pulling you against the wall, but she whispered, “Shh, pretty… I just need my key, okay?” Her voice trembled with impatience, and you nodded, a flush creeping across your face at the sound of your own whimper.

She searched her bag, frustration mounting when she couldn’t find the key. She must have left it at Bakugo’s after dragging him there to make sure he came with her. She tried the door anyway, praying it would open, and to her surprise, it did. She dismissed the thought, figuring her nerves earlier had made her forget to lock it. Without hesitation, she stepped inside, immediately pressing her lips to yours again, taking what she needed.

You stumbled in together, kicking off your shoes, feeling the weight lift from her feet as she undid yours with ease. Her hands moved with a mixture of tenderness and urgency, undressing you, her touch firm as she guided you out of your dress. You stood there, bare in nothing but your pink panties, the absence of a bra feeling like a relief now.

You tugged at the straps of her dress, urgency in your hands as you pulled it halfway off, revealing her soft, bouncing breasts. You pressed yourself against her, desperate to feel her skin on yours. Her kiss deepened, hungry, as she pressed against you, her body an aching need to claim you fully.

She lifted you, practically carrying you up the stairs, her arms strong around you, but her desperation clear. She wanted to throw you on her bed, lose herself in you, taste you, feel you—the intensity of the moment building between you like a storm ready to break.

Halfway up the stairs, you froze, the sound of a familiar voice making your heart race in a way it shouldn’t. The sudden explosion of noise from the hallway was unmistakable, followed by a string of gruff words.

Ochako cursed under her breath, her hands stiffening as she lowered her voice, trying to stay calm. She crept back down the stairs, pulling you along with her, the tension building in the silence. She thought hard, trying to figure out why Katsuki would be here so late, before the realization hit her. She'd left his key at her place after dragging him earlier to drop off paperwork. She’d thought he’d just leave it, but knowing Katsuki, he likely stayed to make sure she was safe, or maybe to keep the papers from falling into the wrong hands.

You followed quietly, heart pounding. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Ochako stepped forward, her voice a little hesitant, “Kats?”

The sharp glint in his eyes met hers. “Pink cheeks,” he said with a smirk, his tone questioning. Then, his voice grew exasperated. “Fucking finally... Thought you were bringing home some shitty extra.” His eyes scanned the room, but when they landed on you, his expression shifted. His gaze locked on your bare form, lingering a little too long.

His eyes then flicked over to Ochako, noticing the disarray—her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair messy, evidence of the heated kiss you’d shared. “So this is what you’ve been up to, huh?” he muttered under his breath, a mixture of bitterness and amusement in his tone. “Instead of some random, you brought home our intern. Funny, Ochako. You knew how I felt.”

Ochako’s gaze dropped, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. “Kats… I was going to let you… but I—” Her words faltered, unable to finish.

But you couldn’t hold back any longer. “What? You felt what?” you asked, your voice curious, the tension thick in the room. Katsuki’s eyes darkened, and he just stared at you, silent, like he could see straight through you.

Ochako’s voice broke through the tension. “Kats likes you,” she said quietly, her words thick with sadness. “He has for a while.”

You studied him then, taking in every detail of his expression—the way his brow furrowed, the slight tremor in his voice when he was vulnerable. Something inside you clicked. You wanted them both. Ochako, in this frantic, almost feral way, yes—but Katsuki too, in a desperate, aching need. You wanted to see the parts of him that no one else did.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Share me.” Before Katsuki could protest, you locked eyes with him, your voice low, almost teasing. “And Katsuki… think of it as a challenge.”

Ochako, her usual cheer returning, bounced on her toes, eager to claim you again, but with a quick glance at Katsuki, she held back, letting him take charge.

Katsuki moves with an urgency that leaves you breathless. He presses your front against the nearest wall, his hips grinding into your clothed bottom as his cock twitches with need. His hands slide down your shoulders, rough and deliberate, until they capture yours. He pins them above your head in one firm grip, his strength undeniable as his other hand trails lower. His fingers spread your legs apart, finding your throbbing clit with practiced ease. The way he rubs—rough yet teasingly soft—sends shockwaves through your body, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

He leans into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. The soft brush of his blond hair tickles you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Katsuki’s height looms over you, making you feel small in the best way possible. “So fucking wet,” he growls, his voice low and rough, dripping with command. “Gonna turn ya around so I can see that pretty face. Alright?” His tone makes it clear this isn’t a request.

Before you can answer, he spins you around. His crimson eyes bore into yours with a fire that makes your knees weak. He’s studying you, sizing you up like prey—calculating exactly what you can handle and what you can’t. But it’s Katsuki Bakugo; he doesn’t give a damn about limits. He’ll make sure you take everything he gives and then some.

And yet… there’s something else flickering behind his intense gaze. A quiet satisfaction, maybe even pride. Katsuki knows exactly what kind of effect he has on people—it’s impossible not to notice when extras are constantly throwing themselves at him like moths to a flame. Letters stuffed into his locker, stammered confessions after class, desperate looks from men and women alike—it’s pathetic. Weakness disgusts him, and he’s never had time for anyone who couldn’t keep up with him.

He’s ripped up countless love letters without a second thought, tossed aside every declaration of affection like garbage because none of it ever mattered to him. Love? Affection? That shit was for idiots who didn’t know better.

But then there was you.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t just want him—you challenged him in ways no one else dared to. And now? Now he wants you more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life, and it pisses him off how much power you have over him.

“Pink cheeks, here now,” Katsuki barks suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts as Ochako eagerly joins the scene. She practically skips over to you, her excitement palpable as she pulls you against her bare skin. Her soft thighs press against yours as she whispers into your ear, her voice sweet yet dripping with mischief. “Suki’s gonna take such good care of us,” she murmurs before biting your earlobe gently.

You’re caught between them—Ochako’s warmth at your back and Katsuki’s intensity in front of you. Your trembling hands fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt as he shrugs off the last piece of clothing covering his sculpted frame. His pale skin is a canvas of scars—each one a testament to his heroic nature—and the sight makes your breath hitch. A trail of auburn hair leads down to his pelvis, and Katsuki smirks when he catches the way your lips part in awe.

“Drooling already? Tch,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s no mistaking the pride in his tone.

He hauls you toward the couch with a roughness that speaks of urgency but not cruelty—just enough force to remind you who’s in charge here. Ochako follows closely behind, giggling softly as she whispers promises into your ear.

Moments later, you’re sprawled on Ochako’s lilac sofa, legs draped over her shoulders as her tongue works magic on your sensitive clit. Her nails dig into the plush flesh of your thighs as she moans incoherently against you—words like “beautiful” and “princess” slipping through her lips like a mantra. The heat in your belly builds rapidly, toes curling as you teeter on the edge of release.

Above you, Katsuki looms like a storm cloud ready to burst. His thick cock presses against your lips insistently, and when you take him into your mouth, the sheer size leaves you gasping for air. But there’s no room for hesitation—Katsuki demands everything from you. You push past the discomfort because pleasing him is all that matters right now.

“Fuck,” he groans low in his throat as his hand tangles in your hair to guide your movements. “So good, sweetheart.” The rare praise from him sends a jolt straight to your core.

Ochako’s tongue finds that perfect spot again and again while her fingers work her own clit feverishly behind you. The combined sensations—the taste of Katsuki on your tongue and Ochako’s relentless attention—leave you trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

Katsuki watches everything with laser focus—the way your lips stretch around him, the way tears gather at the corners of your eyes but don’t fall because you’re too stubborn to let them spill. You’re perfect like this: messy and desperate for both of them.

He hates how much this moment means to him—but fuck if he’s gonna waste it.

“Look at me,” he commands hoarsely, his voice roughened by pleasure as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. “Want this burned into my memory.”

 Right as those words leave his cruel mouth, the simmering heat in your belly surges, your toes curling as your legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Ochako’s grip tightens around you, her hands firm as she feels the shift in your body, holding you in place. As you arch your back in pure, unrestrained ecstasy. Katsuki isn’t far behind, his rough moans spilling out despite his attempts to disguise them as choked curses. He hisses the word “fuck,” dragging it out in a low, guttural growl as his release spills into your mouth. Determined to show him you can keep up, you swallow eagerly, no trace of hesitation or displeasure crossing your face.

Ochako, having lapped up your cum with her supple tongue and swallowing it all like a starved woman, looks up at you with a beaming grin. Your pussy juices coat her face as her lewd fantasies come to life. She meets Katsuki’s eyes with a sweet yet demanding tone, “Suki, switch? Wanna sit on her face—pretty please?” With a grunt, Katsuki switches places with Ochako. The two of them bend you to their will, taking turns with you like dogs fighting over a bone. And fuck, it makes your pussy ache—desperate for Katsuki’s cock and Ochako’s tongue.

Ochako’s fat cunt presses against your face, her thick thighs enveloping you completely as she sits down with purpose. Instantly, your tongue goes to work, sliding between her folds and inching closer to her clit. As Ochako braces herself against the couch, Katsuki spreads your legs apart, his rough hands firm as he slides one finger, then another, into your aching core. He stretches you out slowly, preparing you for him, but his desperation gets the better of him. With a growl, he shoves in a third finger, the overwhelming sensation making you squirm beneath them both. Ochako grinds her hips against your face now, riding you shamelessly as strangled moans escape her lips. Struggling to catch your breath, you turn your face to the side and beg Katsuki through gasping words: “Please, Katsuki—need you. Fuck, need it so bad.” Your trembling hand moves to spread yourself open for him as you plead again, voice shaking: “Here.”

Katsuki takes that as a challenge, yanking your legs up so your ankles brush against his ears, spreading you apart as much as humanly possible. His cocky grin never falters as he looks down at you, his crimson eyes blazing with hunger. Your breathing grows more ragged, chest heaving as his thick tip grazes your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. Above you, Ochako rides your face with a steady rhythm, her thighs warm and soft against your flushed skin. She looks down at you with a teasing grin, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she purrs, “Oh, poor baby. Overstimulated already?”

Her words are laced with wicked amusement as she glances at Katsuki, the two of them exchanging a knowing look—a silent agreement passing between them. Without warning, Ochako leans forward, her hips still grinding against your face as she lowers herself to your chest. Her lips latch onto one of your nipples, tugging and biting just enough to make you gasp before soothing the sting with slow, deliberate flicks of her tongue.

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to follow her lead. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, he lines himself up and buries his throbbing cock into your tight pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch is instant and overwhelming, drawing a strangled moan from deep in your throat—muffled by Ochako’s relentless grinding. Katsuki lets out a guttural grunt, his jaw clenching as he sinks deeper into you, savoring the way your walls squeeze around him.

Ochako picks up her pace above you, her hips rolling faster against your face as she chases her own pleasure. The friction grows hotter and more intense with every movement, the vibrations from your muffled cries sending shockwaves through her sensitive folds. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she rides you harder, the slick heat of her arousal coating your lips and chin.

Katsuki’s thrusts grow rougher in tandem with Ochako’s movements, each one driving deeper and harder into you until all you can do is writhe beneath them. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, muffled moans, and ragged breaths as they take you apart together—pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Katsuki thrusts into you hard and forceful, each movement deliberate and unrelenting, as though bruising your cervix is his exact intention. The sharp sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with his ragged breaths and the faint whimpers he tries—and fails—to stifle. His sweaty palms grip your thighs tightly, desperate for control as your pussy swallows him whole, clenching around his cock with every thrust.

Above you, Ochako teeters on the edge of her climax, her hips grinding faster against your face. Your tongue laps skillfully at her folds, flicking and swirling in all the right places as she lets out breathless moans. Katsuki slams into you with even more force, the impact sending your head bobbing beneath Ochako. The sudden jolt causes your tongue to hit just the right spot on her pulsing clit, making her cry out as her body trembles. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions for support as she comes undone, her juices spilling over your face in a hot rush.

Determined to please her, you eagerly swallow everything she gives you, your tongue darting out to lap up any drops you might have missed. Ochako shudders above you, her voice shaky yet sweet as she murmurs praise between gasps. 

 Katsuki's dick twitches inside your cunt as he shoves it in deeper and deeper with every thrust, each movement more aggressive than the last. You grind your hips desperately, trying to play a game you'll never win against him. Tired of your resistance, he sprawls his hand across your lower stomach, pressing down as he buries himself deeper, so eager to feel the bulge his cock creates inside you. Your babbling incoherent nonsense fills the room, the sounds pushing him closer to his breaking point. With a sudden, rough movement, he desperately pulls his cock out of you just before it gives its last twitch, spilling hot and thick across your stomach. Exhausted, he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his breath ragged and heavy.

While Leaving you panting and completely fucked out of your mind, Ochako rests on the side of the couch, her eyelids drifting closed as tiredness takes over. Katsuki's full body weight pins you down as he lets out harsh, uneven breaths. Your body grows lax, muscles trembling from overstimulation as you teeter on the edge of sleep. Just before you drift off, Katsuki whispers into your ear, his voice almost inaudible, "You get the day off tomorrow, cause I'm not that much of an asshole."

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