#Volume Oscillator

[crypto28ro]

Volume Oscillator: Ghid Complet pentru Detectarea Schimbărilor de Activitate pe Piață

Volume Oscillator: Ghid Complet pentru Detectarea Schimbărilor de Activitate pe Piață Introducere În lumea tranzacționării și a analizei tehnice, volumul de tranzacționare este adesea considerat un indicator vital al activității și interesului pieței. Un instrument care ajută la interpretarea acestor informații este Volume Oscillator. Acest indicator măsoară diferența dintre două medii mobile ale…

[signode-blog]

Unlocking Trading Potential with Volume Oscillator: A Comprehensive Guide

In the vast ocean of financial markets, traders and investors are constantly seeking tools and indicators to aid their decision-making processes. One such powerful tool that has garnered attention over the years is the Volume Oscillator. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into what a Volume Oscillator is, how it works, its applications, and strategies for maximizing its…

[stirideactualitate]

Volume Oscillator - indicator MetaTrader 5

Volume Oscillator is the ratio of two moving averages calculated on volume. Calculation: LongEMA = EMA(Volume, LongPeriod) ShortEMA = EMA(Volume, ShortPeriod) VolumeOsc = 100 * (ShortEMA - LongEMA) / LongEMA A rise or fall in price along with an increase in volume can potentially signal the strength of a trend. In this case, if the volume oscillator is above the zero line, it can be a…

[hauntedbysmut]

@lynk5475, your fic request is here! 💕

Rave Bae

Tags: modern-day AU with evol still included, brat tamer! Xavier, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, spanking, light bondage with evol, hair-pulling, semi-clothed sex, aftercare

Photo credit also @lynk5475

Feel free to take the link or read below the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63759106

The music felt like a living thing in her veins, the beat matching her heart’s steady pounding, limbs flowing to each shift as the hoop swung around her. Like an extension of her arms, she let the fluidity of the song guide her movements, her body shifting with the hoop as it oscillated. She felt like the living embodiment of sound in this moment. Sweat clung and dripped between her breasts and slid down her legs. She had no awareness of how long she had been moving, just that she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

Despite having come alone, she had never felt lonely with the constant press of bodies all around and the steady drug of music suffusing her veins.

That was when he saw her. As Closer by Byor beat all around them, her hoop mesmerized him as if he were a snake and she were the charmer. The dangling stars on her mesh sleeves glinted with her hoop. Her outfit was almost entirely black, the lights she moved so gracefully clearly meant to be the main focus. Even still, he found himself admiring the curve of her waist, the cutouts just below her breasts and above her belly button. He moved toward her as if drawn in by the lyrics and her movements, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic energy. As he moved toward her, her eyes opened and locked onto him, her flow unhindered even as she gave him a little twirl and wide smile.

Now that he was closer, he could see the light pattern of stars and moons along the fabric of her shorts and crop top. Buckles connected the top of her crop to a zipped halter choker, a belt crossing her waist, and two more at the bottom of each leg of her shorts. The sleeves seemed to be held on by pure magic, as her shoulders were bare, but the mesh material clung to the well-defined curve of her arm muscles. Between the lights from the stage and the lights of her hoop, her eyes sparkled at him, the sweat on her body adding another dimension of light to her dance. He couldn’t look away if he tried. He continued to move, still giving her room to flow, but watching raptly even as her eyes closed again and he could see her give her body over to the music.

He longed to reach out and touch her, to slide against her and let the music take them both. He had never felt such a strong pull to a complete stranger before.

As the song ended, the MC announced the last set of the night, beginning to thank everyone for coming, even with an hour remaining. As she reined in her hoop, he approached her fully. Her face was open and bright, and her chest was moving with her quick breaths.

“You’re really talented,” he said, calling over the noise of the speakers. She looked at him curiously and pointed to her ear, shaking her head. He moved in and placed his hand on her waist as he brought his lips closer to her ear, her own body craning forward to meet him. “I said you’re really talented,” he repeated, volume slightly lower now that he was so close.

He could feel her smiling against his cheek as she leaned into his own ear and responded. “Thanks! You know, we kind of match!” He pulled back and looked at her outfit again, his eyes reminding him of his own black shirt with silvery stars and planets. He laughed and leaned back in.

“We do!” Glancing back down at his arm, he saw a bracelet that he felt fit her perfectly. “Do you mind?” He pulled back, letting his hand slide slowly from her waist, and pointed at his right arm, covered in kandi. She shook her head again and easily pressed her left hand against his. Beneath the mesh of her sleeve, he saw a plethora of kandi, the result of three days of festival-going and countless trades.

Together, they said, “Peace, Love, Unity, Respect,” moving their hands with each word until their hands were clasped together at the end. Grabbing the bracelet he had seen, he moved it over the others and onto her wrist. She pulled one from her own wrist, placing it on his arm. Unable to help himself, he kissed her hand before he let go, looking at the bracelet she had given him.

“Nightlight,” she giggled into his ear, having read his.

“My star?” he asked. Being so close, he could smell the combination of her sweat and perfume, a heady scent of flowery pheromones invading his senses. She giggled and his cock hardened against the zipper of his cut-off shorts.

“I’ve been saving that one all weekend for someone special.” He pulled back and she laughed at his dazed expression. She grabbed the open collar of his shirt and pulled him back in. “I know we just met, but you sure seem special,” she said, her voice dropping into a more sensual tone. She moved back slowly, her eyes searching his as she did, feeling as if she were drowning in the depth of his gorgeous, oceanic eyes.

The tension between them ramped up, and as she looped her hoop around the two of them briefly, the music started again.

The energy between them had changed, charged with a promise of something new. She winked at him as she let her hoop flow around her slowly, stepping away from him again as the intro to Drift Like a Cloud, Flow Like Water by INZO led them in. Her body moved sensually, sliding against the hoop. His heart was pounding as the music ramped up, the drop into the song sending her into a burst of movement.

Feeling the inspiration of the song, he let his evol loose, creating small poi-esque balls of light that he directed toward her, having them drift through her hoop as she faltered slightly, her eyes rounding at his evol’s playful dance around her. He knew it was rare, and her reaction wasn’t new. Most people were shocked when they saw light evol. She watched each ball, her hoop continuing to move as she smiled with wonder. His evol poi moved around him, pulsing to the beat of the song as they danced together.

When the song ended, she let her hoop lay across her shoulders, reaching out to touch the evol poi. Just as she was about to touch one, he had it burst into a small firework, and she shrieked in delight. He let his evol dissipate as she looped him into her hoop again.

She pushed up onto her toes as she reached her head toward his ear, her hands pushing against the bare skin of his chest. “That was amazing! I knew you were special!” She gave him a swift peck on the cheek before he could react, and his hands planted themselves on her hips.

The last hour of the festival, they danced in her hoop, bodies sliding against each other until the hoop fell to the ground and surrounded their legs with light. They hardly talked, their bodies doing all of the talking in the moments the music melded them together. Their breaths mingled, lips meeting at random, her hands slung over his shoulders as his hands wandered across her back, sides, and hips. Her eyes were glued to his the entire time, and be it the music or the atmosphere or this insane connection they both felt, she had never felt so at home as she did in his arms.

Time passed far too quickly. Before either of them knew it, the crowd was starting to head toward the exits, their bubble broken with the reality of a night coming to an end.

She laced her fingers with his and picked up her hoop, gently swinging it around his head to rest against her shoulder and across her chest.

“Where were you at the beginning of the weekend?” She asked softly, her eyes full of sorrow.

He couldn’t stand that look in her eyes, and even though they had just met, he knew he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

“Come back to my hotel with me?”

She paused. “Are you sure? I could be a serial killer.”

He laughed. “If I’m being so reckless, I would deserve a death at your hand.”

She giggled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come back to your hotel with you.” Her cheeks, already rosy from exertion, deepened in color. He felt a deep wave of satisfaction sink into his chest knowing he had been the one to put that color there and couldn’t help the smile that took over his face at her answer.

“It’s only a block from here, so we can just walk.” He kept his hand firmly grasped with hers as he led them out of the grounds and back to the street. The walk was short, sidewalks packed with other festival-goers who had the same idea and were walking back to their hotels. The energy was still high, and people were exchanging kandi all over the place, creating pockets where the flow of people became congested. He was thankful his hotel was so close, a feeling of urgency to get her safely into his room and away from all of these people thrumming through him.

She didn’t seem to mind the crowd, her spare hand holding on to her hoop as they maneuvered through the clusters of people and into the lobby. After a quick elevator ride, they stood outside of his door.

He suddenly felt nervous. He had never had a one night stand or a “rave bae” before. He was overcome with thoughts about etiquette and a deep concern about the state he had left his room in before he had left that morning. She seemed placid beside him, though her own mind was racing with similar thoughts.

As he opened the door and ushered her inside, she switched off the lights on her hoop and set it down on the floor, pushing her shoes off by the door, and making her way farther in. His bed had been made by housekeeping, and his trash cans were empty, and he silently thanked them in his head as he noticed how nice his room looked. She sat on the edge of his bed, and the sudden silence in the room lay heavily around them.

She smiled at him, leaning back on her hands. Rubbing the back of his neck, they both burst into laughter.

“Are you hungry?”

She nodded. “I could definitely eat something. I don’t remember when I ate last, if I’m being honest.”

Feeling a new sense of purpose, he opened the mini-fridge and got two waters out. “We definitely both need to drink some water and hydrate.” He handed her the bottle and drank down his own.

“Actually, do you mind if I grab a shower?” She lifted her arm and sniffed gently before laughing. “I think I’ll be better company if I don’t smell like this.”

“Help yourself. I’ll order us some food while you get cleaned up.”

Moving into the bathroom, she stripped down and let the hot water scour her skin, using the hotel toiletries to wash her hair and body until she felt like a new person. Climbing out of the shower, she grabbed the hotel robe and wrapped it around herself. Hearing soft music filtering under the bathroom door, she walked back out to the main room. He was laying on his bed, his eyes meeting her and darkening slightly as he took in her robed form.

“Feel better?”

She nodded and laid next to him, arranging the robe so that it still covered the tops of her thighs.

“I think I’ll take a quick shower, too,” he said, handing his phone over to her. “Feel free to change the song or dig through my playlists.”

With that, he made his way to the bathroom as she busied herself with learning his music tastes. As he reentered the room in nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, she clicked on Nightlight by Illenium.

He smiled softly down at her as he walked over to stand at the base of the bed, slotting his hips between her dangling legs. She smiled up at him, pushing up into a sitting position to reach for him. He bent down, his hands falling on either side of her as she put her arms around his neck. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss, using the leverage to kneel down between her legs at the end of the bed. He pulled her body into him, the robe riding up her legs, his hands finding the exposed flesh and kneading her thighs.

He sat back slightly, pulling away for a moment. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight if you’re not comfortable with that.” She smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

“Such a gentleman…” She pushed her hands into his wet hair, giving it a sharp tug, a little gasp leaving his lips. “What I need is for you to not be a gentleman right now.”

His eyes blazed as he looked back at her. Then he was moving, his hands pushing up under her robe until he was gripping her bare hips, his lips back on hers, teeth nipping at her lips. She rolled her hips toward his and his grip tightened. “Be a good girl and wait your turn,” he growled, pressing his tongue between her lips and devouring her. She moaned into his mouth, digging her hands further into his hair, and scraping her nails against his scalp.

His thumbs swiped along the crease of her thighs and she felt her pulse jump in response. She shifted her hips side to side, trying to press his hands closer to her core, but he resisted. When she moved a hand to grab one of his and put it where she wanted it, he took her hand and pressed it to the mattress.

“Looks like someone needs to learn patience,” he growled, bracketing her wrist to her side. She nipped his lip in response, whining. “And respect.” He brought his other hand away from her core, grabbing her unrestrained arm. “Maybe we should tie these together so you can’t cause any more trouble,” he whispered, his eyes flicking with amusement as she whined again.

Pushing back to his feet quickly, he took both of her hands and held them together. He pushed her back down onto the mattress, making a quick evol rope around her wrists before he released them. She looked at his hands in confusion before pulling her own hands down in front of her face to see what was holding them together. He grabbed her arms and pushed them back above her head again.

“Leave these here,” he ordered, pinching the skin of her thigh gently in his other hand.

“Did you just make restraints with your evol?” She whimpered and then closed her eyes and groaned. “Fuck… why is that so hot?”

He smirked at her before grabbing her leg and stepping back slightly. With a quick move, she was flipped onto her stomach, a small squeal of surprise escaping her. He took each of her legs and arranged her until she was face down, ass up like his own personal feast. He slid his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. His fingers pressed just slightly into the middle of her legs, continuing to tease her even as she could feel her own arousal beginning to coat her inner thighs. In this position, he could see how wet she was, especially now that he had her exposed to his gaze.

“Look at you. So needy,” he whispered to himself. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks apart, and her face flamed with heat and embarrassment. A satisfied thrill rolled through him at the willingness she had shown to his proclivities so far. He liked to dominate, and it seemed she wasn’t willing to give up control quite that easily, which he had no problem with.

She squirmed under his perusal, bringing her arms back in toward herself in an effort to get up and look at him. A firm hand in the center of her back stopped her momentum and pressed her back onto her face. “Touch me!”

A sharp smack landed against her ass and she moaned. “Remember your manners, princess,” he murmured, his hand soothing where he had just struck with gentle swipes.

“Please, please touch me…” she paused. “Wait, what’s your name?”

He spanked her again before leaning forward. “It’s Xavier, princess.” He nipped her neck and turned her head to kiss her. “Remember it so you know what to scream later.”

She moaned loudly. “Xavier, please. Please touch me.”

“I was under the impression I was already doing that,” he snarked, tracing his fingers along a hand print. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She whined and shook her ass at him, parting her legs further, even as slick dripped onto the duvet below her. He chuckled and she felt his breath against her left cheek before his teeth bit into her skin. “You’re a brat,” he murmured against her flesh, spanking opposite of his bite. Seeing her skin reddening from his attentions got him even more excited, and his erection leaked precum into his sweats as he teased her. “Tell me what you want.” He let his thumb slide toward her cunt, her thighs flexing as she anticipated his touch. He stopped just short of where he knew she wanted him and waited.

She let out another desperate sound, tilting her hips to try to get him to slip inward, but he gripped her ass and gave her another harsh spank. She cried out again. “Please, Xavier. I want you to touch my pussy.”

He hummed happily as he leaned down again and licked along one of the red marks he had left behind. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He slid his fingers along her drenched slit, gathering the moisture on his fingers before pushing two into her. She clenched around him, a long, low moan like music to his ears as he pumped shallowly. He dipped his thumb down to slide against her clit each time his fingers pressed inward, and she pressed back against his hand with each pass.

As he fingered her, he added light smacks to her ass, her cunt clenching around his fingers each time he did. Her moans were getting louder, and she started pressing faster against his hand. Then, just as she was about to come, he pulled his fingers out. She cried out in frustration, her orgasm just out of reach as he kneaded her ass with his hands, bending over her back.

“You forgot to tell me one very important detail, princess,” he said, licking the shell of her ear. “You didn’t say you wanted me to make you come.”

She bucked back against him, earning another swift spank. “All you have to do is say it, sweetheart.” He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“I want you to make me come,” she whispered, looking back at him as best she could.

“Gooood,” he said, sliding back down her back. Instead of his fingers touching her again though, she clenched her legs as she felt his tongue coast against her, licking from clit to perineum. His hands spread her for his head to settle between her legs, tongue flicking relentlessly against her clit as her orgasm began to build again, faster than before, until it was a wave above her head and she knew she was going to drown. As the pleasure hit her, he continued to lick and suck, taking everything she gave him and then some.

Her eyes were hooded as he leaned up to kiss her, the tang of her own release still stark on his tongue as he slid it against her own. “Let me know if it is too much, okay princess?” he whispered in her ear as she heard him shifting behind her. She nodded with partially hooded eyes, looking back to see him pushing his sweats down his legs, his cock dripping with his own arousal.

He stepped slightly to the side so she could see him better, one of his hands moving along his length as he slid the precum along himself. She moaned as she watched him, imagining the way he would feel inside of her. He picked up a condom packet that seemed to appear as if from nowhere. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pulled the condom out and rolled it onto himself.

He moved back behind her, pressing the tip to her and rubbing it against her slick, their combined arousal making lewd sounds she could hear over the music’s soft volume. She pressed back against him instinctively, wanting to feel him press inside, and with a short moment of hesitation, he slid all the way in. They both groaned at the feeling, her walls spasming around him before he pulled back just a little bit and slammed back in.

One of his hands came up and slid beneath her hair, pulling it into a ponytail and bracing against her scalp, gently tugging her head backward. She pulled her tethered hands underneath herself as he thrust a few more times, her back arching with the new tension against her head.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, taking a couple of shallow dips into her before setting a hard, deep pace. The sight of her so fully at his mercy, spread out on his cock had his mind spiraling. He had never seen such a beautiful sight. Never felt so strongly for someone he had only just met. To him, she was perfect like this. Perfect with him.

The slight pain of her hair being pulled coupled with the pleasure of his balls slapping her clit quickly had her spiraling back up again, but as she neared her peak, her cries rising in pitch, he slowed, changing to a short, shallow thrust, and her orgasm subsided. She immediately realized what he was going to do, and as she internally berated herself for not anticipating it, she was determined to hold out until he gave in. She clenched her jaw and pushed back toward him, earning a smack to her ass as he tutted in disapproval.

“You know what to do if you want to cum, don’t you, princess?” he asked, his voice breathy from his harder pace. She kept her mouth shut, and he laughed. “Mmm, still a brat. We’ll see how long that lasts.” With that, he thrust back in to the hilt, his cock slamming into her as he bent over her back. One of his hands slid around to grab at her swinging breasts, and she belatedly wondered when the robe had fallen open completely. Before long, she was at the edge again, and he backed off once more.

He repeated this three more times before she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, a frustrated sob breaking her lips when he stopped just before she was able to come again. He slowed and released her hair, pushing the hand that had been holding it up under her robe and dragging his dull nails down her back. “Please,” she moaned brokenly. “Please make me come. Please make us come.”

“There we go,” he said, his voice full of pride. His hands gripped her hips to hold her up as her chest slumped back to the bed.

He took a brutal pace, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew they would have his fingerprints on them tomorrow. His breathing was harsh as the loud sounds of their coupling took over her senses, his moans mingling and twisting with her own. Where he had previously slowed before, he now pounded through her, her mouth hanging open on silent scream as the pleasure somehow built impossibly higher, praises falling from his lips before everything went white and she was distantly aware of his name being screamed aloud until he slumped down on top of her.

He immediately released his hold of his evol, her wrists no longer tied together as he fell next to her on the bed, thoroughly exhausted, feeling like his soul had been reborn from the force of the orgasm he had just had. He pulled her in to lay on his chest, brushing her slightly sweat-damp hair away from her face, a satisfied smile gracing her mouth. He smiled at her satiated expression and kissed her gently.

As the world came back into focus around her, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed. He got up from the bed and she heard the sink running in the bathroom before he was back beside her, gently separating her legs again to clean her thighs. He pulled his sweatpants back on, and returned to the bed with take out containers full of food.

“I totally forgot that you ordered food before I got in the shower,” she mumbled, her face still plastered to the duvet.

He chuckled gently, helping her sit up and rearranging her robe to cover her again as he helped her get situated against the headboard. They spent the next 30 minutes feeding each other take out, Xavier having ordered a wide variety of foods, citing that he didn’t know her preferences, and talking about their rave histories. He asked her how she had gotten into flow, and she asked him what artists had peaked his interest in rave festivals. They talked until both of them fell asleep, his arms cradling her to his chest as she used his arm for a pillow.

The next morning, she slipped from his room, changing back into her clothes from the previous night and leaving a gentle kiss against his forehead. She slipped from his hotel room quietly, rushing back to her own hotel to change, pack, and get to the airport for her flight.

As he woke up alone, he felt a pang of sadness and disappointment. He had secretly hoped she might stay and they could get to know each other better. Shifting against the bed, he heard the crinkle of paper, and reached out to find it. Flicking on the light next to the bed, he read the note she had left:

Xavier,

Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. I wish I could have stayed, but I am a sucker for early flights. I put my number in your phone last night, and I would love to hear from you if you’re interested in something more than a one night thing. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll cherish this night always.

Keep shining, my star.

Yours,

Rave Bae <3

[nahoney22]

Poisonous Thoughts***

The Bad Batch PROMPT EVENT

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

Person A: go fuck yourself

Person B: fuck me yourself, you coward.

With your relationship already on the rocks, Crosshair’s jealousy about your friendship with Howzer only adds fuel to the fire.

warnings: NSFW, 18+. sexual themes and explicit language. Jealous Crosshair, name calling, angsty, slight spoilers for episodes 6&7, implied blowjobs, mutual pining, first kiss, enemies to friends to friends to enemies to enemies to lovers. This was pretty bad and messy and all over the place. Order 66 mention.

authors note: part of the TBB PROMPT EVENT by @arctrooper69, @dumfanting & @freesia-writes. Thanks for the tag 🤍 and seeing as most people wanted me to write for Crosshair in my last poll it seems only fitting to do this!

Your relationship with Crosshair was chaotic, to say the least.

From initial animosity to a begrudging tolerance, and finally to friendship within a span of a few months, you found yourself developing a deep emotional connection with the Marksman. A very deep one. He was the kind of person who you would search for in a crowded room, wanting him to get you away from it all.

Your feelings for him left you in a state of confusion for quite some time, thoughts almost poisoned and fueled by a hope that perhaps he felt the same. There were signs—his genuine smiles reserved only for you, his seeking of your advice in moments of need, and the subtle shifts in his demeanor around you.

Then came Order 66.

When it began, you lost him. The moment it was issued, you felt his absence keenly not physically but mentally. He suddenly turned cold. And then he was gone.

And despite the anger that filled your heart for months, you almost found solace in considering his actions to be his inhibitor chip. There was a glimmer of hope but when Kamino fell, his unwavering loyalty to the new Empire blinded him.

The memory of that night alone in your bunk, crying until your throat burned, never faded. You even entertained the desperate idea of pleading with Hunter to turn back and bring him onboard, but deep down, you knew it was futile. Your love for him was over before it truly began.

Months later, as things spiraled from bad to worse, you found yourselves reunited. In that moment, your mind was a blank slate. You didn't know how to react or what to feel. Your emotions oscillated between love and hatred, a cycle that seemed endless. But there was a bitterness in you.

Each day brought another round of tiptoeing around Crosshair. While the others seemed to have moved past his past transgressions, eager to bury the hatchet, for you, it felt like starting over from square one.

He exuded the same coldness and distance that characterized your initial encounters, his silence speaking volumes. That is until Howzer spoke to you.

As you engaged in small talk with Howzer, Crosshair couldn't resist interjecting with his unwelcome remarks. You understood Howzer's animosity towards Crosshair, but what puzzled you was Crosshair's hostility towards him. You shot him bitter glares whenever he spoke out of turn, only for him to leave before any response could be made.

What was his problem?

This scenario repeated itself several times. From the corner of the room, you could feel the weight of that familiar glare from times past, and as your eyes met, Crosshair's stare remained unyielding.

One evening, yourself and Crosshair found yourselves aboard the Remora with Echo. "You and Howzer seem... close," his drawling voice came from behind you, causing you to momentarily freeze, shooting Echo an annoyed glance as he awaited your response.

"I speak to him the same amount as I speak to everyone else," you retorted, rolling your eyes after mustering your voice, refusing to turn around to face Crosshair.

"Funny," he began, "I don't recall you speaking to me that much."

Gazing out of the window, a slow realisation dawned upon you. He was jealous. The absurdity of it all almost made you smirk. Despite the flutter in your stomach wondering why he could be jealous, you relished in the opportunity to make him squirm first. "Perhaps he has more riveting conversational qualities."

Echo audibly inhaled a deep breath, seemingly perpetually caught in the crossfire of arguments involving Crosshair and someone else. Meeting Crosshair's gaze this time, a small scowl etched onto his face, you continued, "I have my doubts."

"No need to," you added, meeting his gaze squarely. "I don't see him wanting to talk to you anyway. And the same goes for me."

"Thought you grew up from being a brat?" His words ignited a fiery rage within you, prompting you to rise to your feet. "And I thought you had some more respect for yourself. But you're just a jealous little man," you shot back, your words laced with venom.

Echo swiftly intervened, positioning himself between the two of you. "Can you guys do this elsewhere? All this bickering is giving me a headache."

Crosshair's gaze shifted away from yours, his demeanor faltering. "Gladly," he muttered before stalking off, leaving you to follow in his wake.

Once out of earshot, you wasted no time in confronting him. "Got nothing else to say, huh?" you challenged. "Are you going to try and deny that you're jealous?"

"I have nothing to be jealous about," he snarled, plucking the toothpick from his lips and slamming it to the ground. "You're not mine."

You couldn't help but laugh, a bitter edge to your tone. "You're right about that. You had your chance, and you blew it."

For a moment, you watched as he froze, his expression betraying a hint of confusion. "What do you mean I 'blew it'?" he demanded, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Suddenly, the weight of your words hit you, and you found yourself looking down, shaking your head. "Nothing. I didn't mean to say that," you murmured, hoping to retract your statement.

"I don't believe you," he countered, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you entirely. "You never liked me."

A sudden pang of realisation struck your heart. With your stomach tied in knots, you met his intense gaze. "Is that what you always thought?"

He continued to stare you down, searching for any hint of deception, but to his surprise, he found none. Yet, his stubbornness refused to accept it. "You're lying," he insisted, his voice firm.

"No," you muttered, your voice trembling with emotion, "but I wish I was."

He scoffed dismissively, turning his back on you with a bitter twist to his expression. "I don't get you. If you had these feelings, why did you never tell me?" His voice cracked with frustration, his shoulders tense with unresolved tension.

"I could say the same," you shot back, your bravery tinged with desperation, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did. But as his gaze met yours, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within you.

His frustrated glare softened briefly, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability before he turned away again, his back a wall of defense.

Memories flooded your mind—quiet moments shared between you, moments where unspoken words hung heavy in the air, suffocating in their silence. You remembered the times when he seemed on the verge of opening up, only to retreat into himself.

In that moment, a surge of resentment bubbled within him, fueled by months of unanswered questions and unspoken truths. "Go fuck yourself," he spat, his words dripping with anger and self-loathing. Yet beneath the anger and hurt, there lingered a flicker of longing, a desperate yearning for connection buried deep within both of you, waiting to be acknowledged.

“Go fuck me yourself, you coward.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could even process them, but in that heated moment, consequences be damned.

He whirled around, his gaze piercing into yours as he strode towards you with purpose, until you were backed up against the wall, his breath hot against your face. "Say. That. Again," he demanded, his voice laced with urgency, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sincerity.

It wasn't a threat; it was a plea, a desperate plea for honesty amidst the chaos of emotions swirling between the both of you. Did you mean it? Of course. Of course you fucking did.

Your breath hitched in your throat as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Crosshair, I..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words to express the tumult of feelings coursing through you.

"I know," he murmured softly, his gaze softening as he understood, as if everything that needed to be said had already been said.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against yours in a swift yet tender kiss, his hands cradling your face gently, overwhelming you with a rush of warmth and longing that eclipsed both of your poisonous thoughts.

“Come with me,” he rasps against your lips, a gentle tug on your hand that had you willingly coming with him and far, far away from Echo’s ears.

He guides you through the ship until you both come to the refresher, both of you tumbling inside as your kisses become fervent, desperate and needy.

He pulls back for a moment, gazing down at you as if to see you were real and not a figment of his imagination before his lips latch onto your neck, sucking and bruising your skin. You whine in pleasure, keeling into his body as your hands move down to his crotch.

Softly, you palm against his erection, gasping as you feel the outline of his hardening cock. “I want you Cross,” you gasp as his teeth graze along your flesh.

He growls low and guttural, but understands, “I know kitten,” his hands travel up the underside of your shirt, fingers stroking against your breasts as his hips involuntarily jerk into the touch of your hand, “as soon as we get back to Pabu… fuck, I can’t even begin to tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

You grin, a sultry laugh parting your lips. “Perhaps you should show me.”

“Refresher isn’t big enough.” He grunts, “but I could give you a taster?”

His tone is suggestive and your core pangs with arousal at the possibilities. “How so?”

He gazes down at you, one hand now cupping your jaw with his thumb dancing over your lower lip. There’s a longing, a love in his eyes but unmistakably there’s one of pure lust too. “Get on your knees and find out.”

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hello hello! i love your blog and it has been a fantastic resource for me. if i may ask, how does one go about writing music? my character is put in a situation where listening to a song is a large part of a scene, and i want to describe the song and music itself. while i would describe a guitar or drum, the song i have in mind specifically is mostly digital (think similar to edm) so i'm not sure how to do it. do you have any idea how i could tackle this?

thank you in advance!

Writing Notes: Electronic Music

Electronic Music - any music involving electronic processing, such as recording and editing on tape, and whose reproduction involves the use of loudspeakers.

It is produced from a wide variety of sound resources—from sounds picked up by microphones to those produced by electronic oscillators (generating basic acoustical waveforms such as sine waves, square waves, and sawtooth waves), complex computer installations, and microprocessors—that are recorded on tape and then edited into a permanent form.

Generally, except for one type of performed music that has come to be called “live electronic music”, electronic music is played back through loudspeakers either alone or in combination with ordinary musical instruments.

Musicians are always quick to adopt and explore new technologies.

The fast-paced changes wrought by electrification, from the microphone via the analogue synthesizer to the laptop computer, have led to a wide range of new musical styles and techniques.

Electronic music has grown to a broad field of investigation, taking in historical movements such as musique concrète and elektronische Musik, and contemporary trends such as electronic dance music and electronica.

The Art of Noises (1913) by Luigi Russolo is an important text in the history of electronic music, because it is the first attempt seriously to categorise all sounds and, indeed, to treat them as potential music.

Russolo wrote:

Every manifestation of our life is accompanied by noise. The noise, therefore, is familiar to our ear, and has the power to conjure up life itself. Sound, alien to our life, always musical and a thing unto itself, an occasional but unnecessary element, has become to our ears what an overfamiliar face is to our eyes. Noise, however, reaching us in a confused and irregular way from the irregular confusion of our life, never entirely reveals itself to us, and keeps innumerable surprises in reserve. We are therefore certain that by selecting, coordinating and dominating all noises we will enrich men with a new and unexpected sensual pleasure. Although it is characteristic of noise to recall us brutally to real life, the art of noise must not limit itself to imitative reproduction. It will achieve its most emotive power in the acoustic enjoyment, in its own right, that the artist’s inspiration will extract from combined noises. Here are the 6 families of noises of the Futurist orchestra which we will soon set in motion mechanically:

Rumbles: Roars, explosions, crashes, splashes, booms

Whistles: Hisses, snorts

Whispers: Murmurs, mumbles, grumbles, gurgles

Screeches: Creaks, rustles, buzzes, crackles, scrapes

Noises obtained by percussion: Metal, wood, skin, stone, terracotta etc.

Voices of animals and men: Shouts, screams, groans, shrieks, howls, laughs, wheezes, sobs

In this inventory we have encapsulated the most characteristic of the fundamental noises; the others are merely the associations and combinations of these.

Some Electronic Music Vocabulary

ADSR – Stands for Attack, Decay, Sustain and Release – refers to the envelope [i.e., characteristic of a sound (e.g. volume or filter) as it changes over time; can be used as a tool to shape a sound over time] applied to a sound to shape it over time. Can be applied to the volume, filter, pitch or more. Can make things sound plucky, soft, or ambient etc.

Aliasing – Subtle distortion that occurs in the digital realm when the input frequency is higher than the sample rate. The sample cannot be measured accurately and thus introduces imperfections into the sound.

Ambience – Can refer to a sound in a track which creates a sense of space or atmosphere – typically achieved by the use of time-based audio effects such as delays and reverbs. Also can refer to the level of sound in a recording that contains background noise, separate to the intended recording. Typically this background noise is undesirable, but sometimes it is an aesthetic choice.

Arpeggiator – A MIDI Effect that turns a static chord into an arpeggio. If that doesn’t make sense, it makes things go bleep-bleep-bleep.

Atmosphere – A sonic effect created by reverb, long tails and quieter sounds. Referred to as the background of a track.

Beat Repeat – A type of effect that takes audio as an input and repeats the snippet back at timed intervals to create a glitch effect.

Chill – A loosely-defined term to describe the sound of more relaxed, deeper and melody-driven music in electronic music. Sometimes people refer to this as a genre in itself.

Distortion – The processing of audio such that extra harmonics and loudness are added, creating a more fuller or aggressive sound. Distortion types include tube, clipping, tape, diode, overdrive, fuzz and many more.

Doppler Effect – The sonic effect of frequencies sounding higher pitched when moving closer to an audio source, and lower pitched when moving away. Like when you drive past a police siren.

Formant – A vocal quality of a sound relating to vowels, and a filter type that achieves a vowel-like sound. If you’ve ever heard an ‘oooh’ or ‘aaah’, then you’ve heard what a formant sounds like.

Gate – An audio effect that reduces the volume of a sound once it passes below a certain threshold. It’s good for reducing background noise or unwanted sounds in a recording or sample. Just like your gate at home stops unwanted people coming into your house.

Glide – Portamento��when the pitch slides evenly from note to note

Lazer – A type of sound made by a synth that features fast-moving pitch envelopes to create a ‘pew pew’ type effect.

Masking – A phenomenon when two sounds with similar frequency content cause one to become ‘buried’ due to phase cancellation or differences is loudness. For example, two piano sounds playing at the same time might cause one of them to sound less powerful and thin in the mix.

Normalize – Increases a waveform’s level to its highest before it becomes distorted

Panning – The process of moving a sound either left or right in the stereo field. Panning is a great mix technique to achieve width and space.

Polar Pattern – The way a microphone picks up a sound. Some pickup sound in many directions, others only in one direction, and everything in between.

Reflections – Part of a reverb that creates echoes based off sounds hitting walls and bouncing around rapidly.

Transient – The initial start point of a drum sound, where the audio goes from near silence to sudden loudness. Sounds clicky.

Voice stealing – When a synthesizer is programmed to play more sounds than accessible voices shuts down some present voices so new tunes can be played

Tips for Writing About Music

The most important step when writing about music is to write, read, and listen to as much as possible. Writing hones your voice, while reading exposes you to various styles and information that will shape your writing. The wider the range of music you embrace and study, the better your perspective and critical ear.

Read about music: Understand as much as possible about music, from instrumentation to how artists create their song lyrics. Reading also helps teach the technical vocabulary specific to certain genres. To help you gain a better command of music, use music writing reference books, such as A Short Guide to Writing About Music by Jonathan Bellman and How to Write About Music, edited by Marc Woodworth and Ally-Jane Grossan. Both of these works discuss how to research and write about music effectively, and are great resources for new music writers.

Stay informed: Develop an understanding of news, events, and cultural conversations that inform songwriters. For example, understanding the politics behind Russian feminist collective/punk group Pussy Riot is necessary if you want to write an informed piece on their output.

Learn music theory: The more informed your technical language, the better your music writing will be. Elements such as BPM, timbre, crescendos, adagio, and other music sounds will help you more deeply understand a particular piece of music and its relationship to other songs on an album.

Listen to music: Don’t only listen to genres that you prefer, but expand your ear to different types of music. Artists are inspired by music across time and genre, and the best music critics recognize those references.

Put work out: Whether you join your school’s paper, do creative writing, or start your own blog, getting eyes on your work is imperative to improving your music writing. There are also online resources that aggregate opportunities and writing prompts for writers of all experience levels, providing a great opportunity for new writers to get their foot in the door.

Pitch to publications: Online and print publications are always looking for new pitches from writers. The more places you pitch, the more likely it is that you will sell a piece. Don’t be discouraged if you pitch one outlet and never hear back. Lean into your passion, keep writing, and pitch some more.

Also describe the effects of the song to your character/s. The effects of music can be described using various adjectives like relaxing, calm, refreshing, soothing, etc.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Thanks so much, really glad to hear this! Choose which of these notes would be most appropriate to incorporate in your story. Do go through the sources as there are more information I wasn't able to include here.

Another reference on music-related terms, plus some great additions. And more resources that could help with describing sounds and scenes related to music in your story:

Words to Describe Sounds

100 Sensory Words

Some Percussion Instruments

Some Pop Music Vocabulary

Writing Template: Singing Scene

Finding the right words that could accurately describe the specific song you have in mind to your readers is one way to tackle this, but it's definitely a challenge. Hope you find the right words/references here!

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 418 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1-2 みんな嫌いだ みんなきらいだ minna kirai da "I hate everyone."

tagline 1 デクが見つけたものそれはーー… デクがみつけたものそれはーー… DEKU ga mitsuketa mono sore wa--... As for what Deku found--...

tagline 2 No.418　小さな心　堀越耕平 ナンバー418　ちいさなこころ　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 418  chiisana kokoro  Horikoshi Kouhei No. 418 A Small Heart Kouhei Horikoshi

3 群訝で感じたのと同じーーーーー… ぐんがでかんじたのとおなじーーーーー… gunga de kanjita no to onaji-----... It's the same as what I felt at Gunga-----...

tagline 3 コミック40巻4月4日（木）発売‼︎GETしてね！ コミック40かん4がつ4か（木）はつばい‼︎ゲットしてね！ KOMIKKU 40kan 4gatsu 4ka (moku) hatsubai!! GETTO shite ne! Comic volume 40 release on Thursday, April 4th!! Get it!

4 しがっ Shiga "Shiga-"

1 モンちゃん？ MON-chan? "Mon-chan?"

2-3 ここで初めて「崩壊」が発現したんだ ここではじめて「ほうかい」がはつげんしたんだ koko de hajimete 「houkai」 ga hatsugen shitanda This is where the first Decay manifested.

4 転弧ー てんこー Tenko- "Tenko-"

5 あのね…… ano ne...... "You know what......"

6 あのね…… ano ne...... "You know what......"

7 そんな……そういう事か…！ そんな……そういうことか…！ sonna......sou iu koto ka...! No way......So it was something like that...!

8 この後起きる事… このあとおきること… kono ato okiru koto... What happens after this...

9 ハッ HA "Hah" (Note: This is the sound of Tenko hyperventilating, which repeats all through the rest of the page.)

10 ここが核心 ここがかくしん koko ga kakushin This place is the core [of it all].

11 やああ yaaa "YAAA!!"

1 ここで決着をつける！ ここでけっちゃくをつける！ koko de kecchaku wo tsukeru! I'll settle this here!

2 記憶が具象化する世界…！ きおくがぐしょうかするせかい…！ kioku ga gushouka suru sekai...! [In this] world materialized by memories...!

3 イメージしろ！ IMEEJI shiro! Visualize!

4 離すな‼︎ はなすな‼︎ hanasuna!! Don't let go!!

5 思い出し続けろ"手"を‼︎ おもいだしつづけろ"て"を‼︎ omoidashi tsudzukero "te" wo!! Keep recalling* [my] hands!! (Note: This word for "recall" also means "remember." I used "recall" because I thought it made for a good pun.)

6 & 8-9 OFAは全部ぶつけた！ ワン・フォー・オールはぜんぶぶつけた！ WAN FOO OORU wa zenbu butsuketa! I struck with all of One For All!

7 なんで…！ nande...! "Why...!"

1 僕自身をぶつけろ！ ぼくじしんをぶつけろ！ boku jishin wo butsukero! Strike with myself! (Note: I think Izuku is saying that he used all of the OFA vestiges to strike at Tenko, so now he's using himself to strike at Tenko too.)

2 だって datte "Because"

3 泣いてる ないてる naiteru "you're crying."

4 違うよ… ちがうよ… chigau yo... "You're wrong..."

5 僕は… ぼくは… boku wa... "I..."

6 僕が… ぼくが… boku ga... "[It was] I [who]..."

7 選んだんだ えらんだんだ erandanda "chose [this]."

8 転弧の感情が…なだれ込んでくる！ てんこのかんじょうが…なだれこんでくる！ Tenko no kanjou ga...nadarekonde kuru! Tenko's emotions...are surging [at me]!

9 僕の意志で…この家を…家族を壊したんだ… ぼくのいしで…このいえを…かぞくをこわしたんだ… boku no ishi de...kono ie wo...kazoku wo kowashitanda... "By my will...I destroyed this house...my family..."

10 じゃなきゃ ja nakya "Otherwise,"

11 この手はなんなんだ このてはなんなんだ kono te wa nannanda "what are these hands for?"

1 僕がこうして生まれた事を ぼくがこうしてうまれたことを boku ga koushite umareta koto wo "That I was born like this,"

2 誰が肯定できる⁉︎ だれがこうていできる⁉︎ dare ga koutei dekiru!? "who can confirm it!?"

3 最も繊細で柔らかいところ もっともせんさいでやわらかいところ motto mo sensai de yawarakai tokoro It is the most delicate, soft place.

4 弾かれる…‼︎だめだ離すなーーーー！ はじかれる…‼︎だめだはなすなーーーー！ hajikareru...!! dame da hansuna----! [He's] repelling [me]...!! No, don't let go----!

5 強い憎しみとカタルシス…… つよいにくしみとカタルシス…… tsuyoi nikushimi to KATARUSHISU...... Powerful hatred and catharsis......

6 そして同時に そしてどうじに soshite douji ni and at the same time,

7 悲しみと困惑…！ かなしみとこんわく…！ kanashimi to konwaku...! sadness and confusion...!

8 この時まだ転弧は揺れていた…！ このときまだてんこはゆれていた…！ kono toki mada Tenko wa yurete ita...! At this time, Tenko was still oscillating...!

1-2 手を離せ…！ てをはなせ…！ te wo hanase...! "Let go of my hands...!"

3 殺して止める以外方法がないかもしれない ころしてとめるいがいほうほうがないかもしれない koroshite tomeru igai houhou ga nai kamoshirenai There may be no other way than to kill and stop him.

4 具体的にどうすればいいのかもわからないけれどーーーー… ぐたいてきにどうすればいいのかもわからないけれどーーーー… gutaiteki ni dou sureba ii no kamo wakaranai keredo----... I don't know exactly what I should do, but----...

5 僕は手を ぼくはてを boku wa te wo "For me, [my] hand..."

6 流れ込んでくる ながれこんでくる nagarekonde kuru It's flowing [into me].

7 憎しみが……！ にくしみが……！ nikushimi ga......! His hatred......!

8 壊れる…！こんな…！ こわれる…！こんな…！ kowareru...! konna...! I'll break...! Like this...!

9 手を掴んでもらって てをつかんでもらって te wo tsukande moratte "when someone held my hand"

10 安心したから あんしんしたから anshin shita kara "I felt relieved, that's why."

1 だから……来たっ だから……きたっ dakara......kita "That's why......I am here*." (*Note: Literally this means "I came/arrived," but it's the same word All Might uses that always gets translated as "I am here.")

1 みっくん Mikkun Mikkun.

2 ともちゃん… Tomo-chan... Tomo-chan...

3 じゃあ転ちゃんがオールマイトね！ じゃあてんちゃんがオールマイトね！ jaa Ten-chan ga OORU MAITO ne! "So then, Ten-chan is All Might!"

4 ううん uun "No."

1 僕は敵だ ぼくはヴィランだ boku wa VIRAN da "I am a villain."

2 悪意を持って あくいをもって akui wo motte "I carry malice,"

3 壊す こわす kowasu "and I destroy."

4 たとえ憎しみを…打ち砕かれようと たとえにくしみを…うちくだかれようと tatoe nikushimi wo...uchikudakareyou to "Even if my hatred...is smashed,"

5 からっぽになろうと karappo ni narou to "even if I become empty,"

1-2 敵のヒーローにならなきゃ あいつらのヒーローにならなきゃ aitsura (kanji: VIRAN) no HIIROO ni naranakya "I have to become their (read as: the villains') hero."

3 …やっちまえ ...yacchimae "...Just do it."

4 こんな世の中 こんなよのなか konna yo no naka "A world like this,"

5 ブッ潰せ ブッつぶせ BUttsubuse "crush it."

6 壊してくれよ こわしてくれよ kowashite kure yo "Destroy it [for me]."

7 トムラシガラキ TOMURA SHIGARAKI "Tomura Shigaraki." (Note: This is spoken as though in a language like English where one's given name comes before their family name.)

8 指が崩れていくぞ…‼︎ ゆびがくずれていくぞ…‼︎ yubi ga kuzurete iku zo...!! "The fingers are going to collapse...!!"

9 中は…緑谷は一体ーー なかは…みどりやはいったいーー naka wa...Midoriya wa ittai-- "Inside...Midoriya, just what is--"

1 志村さん しむらさん Shimura-san "Mr. Shimura."

2 ああ！ aa! "Ah!"

3 甲賀建設の！ こうがけんせつの！ kouga kensetsu no! "[You're the one] from Kouga Construction!"

4 腰痛ですか ようつうですか youtsuu desu ka "Lower back pain, is it?"

5 なんだ？ nanda? What's this?

6 年々酷くなって参りますよ ねんねんひどくなってまいりますよ nennen hidoku natte mairimasu yo "Every year it's getting worse."

7 良い医者紹介しましょうか？ いいいしゃしょうかいしましょうか？ ii isha shoukai shimashou ka? "Shall I introduce you to a good doctor?"

8 いやあそこまでしてもらうXでは iyaa soko made shite morau X de wa "Oh no, for you to go that far for me..." (Note: The last kanji/furigana in this speech bubble is illegible, but I think the gist of this line is pretty clear.)

1 なんだこの記憶 なんだこのきおく nanda kono kioku What is this memory?

2 そうですね手は掛かりますが… そうですねてはかかりますが… sou desu ne te wa kakarimasu ga... "That's right, he's a bit of a handful, but..."

3 "個性"はもう？ "こせい"はもう？ "kosei" wa mou? "Still no quirk?"

4 それがまだ… sore ga mada... "Not yet..."

5 知らない しらない shiranai I don't know it.

6 …転弧のじゃない… …てんこのじゃない… ...Tenko no ja nai... ...This isn't Tenko's...

7 なんだ nanda Who

8 こいつは koitsu wa is this guy?

1 ああ…愚かな器…！ ああ…おろかなうつわ…！ aa...orokana utsuwa...! "Ahh...foolish vessel...!"

2 何者でも無い少年に心をねじ伏せられるとは なにものでもないしょうねんにこころをねじふせられるとは nanimono demo nai shounen ni kokoro wo nejifuserareru to wa "To have your heart made to yield by some nobody boy."

3 弱いまま強くあろうなどああ愚かな志村転弧 よわいままつよくあろうなどああおろかなしむらてんこ yowai mama tsuyoku arou nado aa orokana Shimura Tenko "Though you've become strong, you remain weak. Ahh, foolish Tenko Shimura."

4 おまえは今まで おまえはいままで omae wa ima made "Even though until now, you"

5 何一つ選んでなどいないのに なにひとつえらんでなどいないのに nani hitotsu erande nado inai noni "haven't chosen a single thing."

tagline 出づるAFO！死柄木、デクはーー… いづるオール・フォー・ワン！しがらき、デクはーー… idzuru OORU FOO WAN! Shigaraki, DEKU wa--... All For One emerges! As for Shigaraki and Deku--...

[darklightsworld]

So, about the new BeruBara movie in detail. I rushed to watch it, because the visitor present was the above genga copy <333 Pretty amazing, because even the exhibition last summer did not have genga copies in the goods corner (aside from the very expensive ones). In this sense I consider the price of the ticket well spent. It is shrunken to A4 (from B4), so I can even use it in class. Until now I only had a B4 original and several B5/A3 copies, and it isn't convenient to bring those to the uni. Anyway, I hope they will announce the week 3 present soon. I'm not so keen on the Fersen-Antoinette genga next week, but I would get that if the others aren't genga anymore.

This was the good, now onto the bad. It was bad, I was oscillating between cringing and secondhand embarrassment for a good part of the movie. One of the reasons in kind of subjective, but the bigger reasons are objective. First about the subjective: I don't like musicals. I already suspected from the trailer that they might go into that direction, because the theme song screams "musical song™️." That song is so bad too, and it also showcases the typical "let's throw English phrases into the lyrics, because they sound cool" attitude. But the thing is, Berubara takes place in France ^^; Anyway, I guess they might have gone into this direction, because Berubara has been a longstanding success with Takarazuka. Also something I'm not touching with a ten-foot pole. I'm not sure how Takarazuka fans liked the movie, but from an anime perspective, it was weird. This isn't Disney, anime rarely crosses over into musical, and even those instances aren't successful (I don't mean idol series, that's something else). Even this movie isn't actually a full-fledged musical, often it's like image/character songs sung by the cast added for certain reasons. This latter is also questionable, not all of the cast are nice to listen to... (see singer vs. seiyuu made to sing). The opening/theme song resurfaces more than once, and it becomes ridiculous when the uprising Parisians start to sing the same song used to welcome Antoinette in the beginning in a different arrangement. The song inserts are often used to rush through or gloss over things, but I will come back to this later. The symbolism used in some of these scenes is a mess too: art nouveau motifs for a rococo story... or the underwater imagery ^^;;;

Now, about the objective faults. This is not a well-made anime:

Visually, there are some/several money shots, but otherwise the sakuga is a lackluster. They clearly did not have enough money to make it movie quality. The visual style of the manga is old-fashioned, seen as kind of cheesy, and it has its fair share of parodies. It was a question whether the anime can honor this style without turning into its own parody. I don't think it always succeeded, hence my secondhand embarrassment. The musical parts also used a lot of bank shots in the name of "memories," so I guess those were also meant to save money.

The biggest issue is, however, the narrative. You could already see in the trailer that they would cover the whole story. Seeing that Berubara is a 10+ volume long series with 30+ years passing in the story, the movie was... ambitious, to say the least. Unfortunately the movie did not succeed to make it a coherent story. I blame the director too, because even though I think such a approach was bound to fail, it could have been better even among these circumstances.

The movie feels like a summary, or maybe a highlights reel, and I'm afraid it isn't understandable to those who don't know the story beforehand. Quite often the scenes are disjointed without any transition. Many subplots are only visually mentioned, and not even spoken about: the Dubarry issue appears during an image song, the gambling-Polignac-necklace affair during a narration (not mentioned by name), Jeanne does not appear. Rosalie appears in one scene, Bernard as well. Bernard gets named, but you may wonder why, because he does not become important for the plot. Robespierre is a single image too. I think they could have completely erased these, if they were reducing them to these mentions. They kind of feel like sending a message to fans that yeah, we know there's more to the story, but we don't have time to deal with them, so here, have some bullet points. I would have preferred a coherent plot instead... Btw, he noble thief plot is erased, André loses his vision in a different way. Girodelle asking for Oscar's hand seems so out of the blue, like, who were you again? ^^; Fersen is also dropped after they get together with Antoinette (except for a moment mentioned below). It is really bewildering.

As a fan you know what happens in-between, but if you don't know the story, it is difficult to understand the whys and hows. Btw, one of the worst gloss-overs is the Oscar in a dress scene (see above genga). Based on the movie it is already difficult to see where those feeling came from, but when she starts to dance with Fersen it turns into an image song of the four mains, and the unsuspecting viewer has no idea what happened there ^^;;; As mentioned, the musical parts had many repetitions, and with so little time to unfold any plot, they felt a waste of the little available time.

The characters feel very superficial because of rushing through the plot. If you don't know the story, you can only ask why this or that happened. Like, when did Oscar develop feeling for Fersen? And then for André? And so on. There is no show, only tell, and often not even that. Antoinette also loses later character development, and seems to be the selfish queen the French people paint her as. The plot starts to become more coherent after Oscar leaves the court, but even though there is character development for her, most of the political issues that influence her earn barely a mention. So yeah, superficial.

The story ends at the storm of the Bastille (iykyk), and the rest of the history is only narrated in etching style. I would have loved anime style illustrations.

These were the main issues I can remember off the top of my head. I think making a single movie out of this long story was an impossible undertaking to begin with, but it also could have been way better than this. More money for quality animation would have been necessary, also a coherent plot with more nuanced characters.

[mybeingthere]

Bob Bruch is a potter from Ohio who makes beautiful structured vessels.

Bob tells:

"When I started making coiled pots, I began to look at the ceramic art of various cultures including the work of the southwestern pueblos. What interested me most were the construction methods which I adapted to my own interests. What I discovered was that these techniques have been in use for thousands of years and have been used all over the globe. Flash forward 54 years and I am still making pieces using some of these very early techniques.

Eventually I became interested in creating containers and vessels that were asymmetrical in shape. I found that as I would shape a deliberate edge line to finish each piece, the tension and dialogue between the fluid rim lines and the asymmetrical volume conveyed the movement of dynamic energy.

This gave me an entree to explore ideas about energy in the natural world. Each piece in this series represents a moment in time in which the movement of each wave can be seen to have influenced the trajectory of the other elements moving fluidly in a similar, circular, or opposite direction. There is also the suggestion of the future direction as these waves create currents, surges, collisions, oscillations and whirlpools.

I find myself working to incorporate aspects of the ancient craft of making containers into ideas that belong in the world of 21st century sculpture."

[crypto28ro]

Klinger Oscillator: Ghid Complet pentru Detectarea Reversărilor de Trend și Confirmarea Tendințelor de Piață

Klinger Oscillator: Ghid Complet pentru Detectarea Reversărilor de Trend și Confirmarea Tendințelor de Piață Introducere În lumea tranzacționării, volumul este un indicator esențial care poate oferi perspective profunde asupra comportamentului pieței. Klinger Oscillator este un instrument tehnic inovator care combină analiza volumului și a prețurilor pentru a evalua diferența dintre volumul de…

[mysticstronomy]

CAN GRAVITY FORM WAVES??

Blog#456

Saturday, November 23rd, 2024

Welcome back,

Yes, gravity can form waves. Gravitational waves are ripples in spacetime that travel through the universe. If you think of gravity as a force acting at a distance, it is difficult to visualize how gravitational waves could form. However, if you use the more accurate description of gravity that was developed by Einstein in his general theory of relativity, these concepts become more logical.

General relativity describes gravity as a warping or curvature of space and time. All objects warp spacetime. When other objects travel through this warped spacetime, they end up traveling along curved paths. These curved paths look like they result from a force being exerted on the objects, when in reality they result from spacetime itself being warped. For instance, when you throw a baseball to your friend, it follows a smooth parabolic trajectory under the influence of gravity. Isaac Newton's laws would say that earth's mass is creating a gravitational force which acts on the baseball, gradually pulling the baseball down from straight-line motion.

However, the more accurate description goes like this: The earth warps space and time. The baseball is actually traveling in a straight line relative to spacetime, but since spacetime itself is curved, this straight line becomes a curve when viewed by an external observer. In this way, there is not really any direct force acting on the baseball. It just looks that way because of the spacetime warpage. If all of this sounds too strange to be believed, you should know that Einstein's general relativity has been mainstream science for over a hundred years and has been verified by countless experiments.

In principle, all objects warp spacetime. However, low-mass objects such as houses and trees warp spacetime to such a small extent that it's hard to notice their effects. It takes high-mass objects such as planets, moons, or stars in order for the gravitational effects to be noticeable. The more mass an object has, the more it warps spacetime, and the stronger its gravitational effect on other objects. For instance, a black hole has such a high amount of mass in such a small volume that even light cannot escape. Inside the event horizon of a black hole, spacetime is so strongly warped that all possible paths that light can take eventually lead deeper into the black hole.

Since spacetime warpage is caused by mass, the warpage travels along with the mass. For instance, earth warps the surrounding spacetime into an inward-pinched shape (roughly speaking). As the earth travels around the sun in its year-long orbit, this pattern of spacetime curvature travels along with the earth. An observer that is stationary relative to the sun and is at a point close to earth's path would see the earth get closer and then farther away, closer and then farther away, in one-year cycles.

Therefore, this observer would see earth's pinched spacetime pattern come closer and then farther away, closer and then farther away, in one-year cycles. Because the observer himself sits in spacetime and experiences it, the observer therefore sees his own local spacetime as being pinched, and then not pinched, pinched and then not pinched, in one-year cycles. The observer is therefore experiencing an oscillation of spacetime curvature that is traveling outward from the earth, i.e. a gravitational wave.

This actually happens in the real world. However, in practice, gravitational waves are so incredibly weak that they have no significant effect on daily life. The oscillating spacetime warpage of a passing gravitational wave is far too weak for humans to notice or feel. Only very sensitive, expensive, modern equipment is able to detect gravitational waves. In fact, it took a hundred years after Einstein predicted the existence of gravitational waves for technology to improve enough to be able to detect them.

Originally published on https://www.wtamu.edu

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, November 27th, 2024)

"HOW NEGATIVE TIME WAS PROVEN??"

[phoenixyfriend]

Hi please consider: Vivi and Sanji are, ostensibly, of the same social class.

Vivi and Sanji are arranged into a marriage.

Vivi's assistant/secretary/handmaid is Nami. Sanji's bodyguard (which he doesn't need but it's a whole situation about being royal) is Zoro.

Technically, for Reasons, Zoro and Nami also get married. On paper.

Every night one of each duo hops the fence, high fives, and goes off to do ZoSan and NaVi shipping instead. (You know, like this post about Mercutio and Romeo.)

Arranged royal marriages but make it shenanigans instead of Sad.

Admittedly I'm not super into NaVi but I am a fan of Zoro and Nami as a duo and I think them bearding for each other would be hilarious.

It's not about military support like the Big Mom thing; Germa want to exchange their tech (desalination plants) to Alabasta for raw materials (beach-beaten sand, used for concrete).

God, this would work out so well for all of them.

Nami is so weird about girls that the flirty friendship just gets treated as Normal, especially since Vivi is fairly shy about romance.

Sanji is ludicrously over the top about girls and will dote on his wife, publicly, at volume, even if they're not in romo.

Vivi gets a marriage that her royal court will allow, to a friend who gets to leave a bad situation, and they can both live with it.

Sanji and Zoro will fight like the bitches they are.

Nami and Zoro will oscillate between saltmates and a dynamic that really has people making "Ah, the old ball and chain, huh?" jokes because of the whole debt thing.

BECAUSE SOMETIMES TOXIC HET MEMES MAKE IT SO YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY TO BE IN LOVE

Sanji and Vivi are doing their best to sell it (it's easy, they aren't expected to be in love, they're already friends), while Nami and Zoro, despite actually being friends who would die for each other, are leaning into toxic heterosexuality for the gag.

They want people to suggest couples counseling.

They want to be so toxic that people get concerned.

Someone tries to hand Zoro a pamphlet about financial abuse and he just takes one look, stares them in the eye as he puts it in the trash or shredder, and then says "I can't read."

And leaves.

(Which is not a funny subject, but is a funny reaction.)

Nami: I have a great sense of direction and he has no sense of direction at all. Nami: I'm fun and he's no fun at all. Nami: I've got tons of money and he's got none at all. Nami: We can both drink the rest of the world under the table. Nami: We complete each other.

"That's not a basis for a relationship." "It isn't? Shame."

[germanpostwarmodern]

Zurich‘s Doldertal boasts some of Switzerland‘s finest houses: the apartment house by Alfred & Emil Roth with Marcel Breuer, Alfred Roth’s Fellowship Home and also the house of Flora Steiger-Crawford and Rudolf Steiger, completed in 1959. The architect couple conceived the house over a two year period between 1956 and 1958 but some elements already present in Flora Steiger’s first sketch never changed, namely the hexagonal central space as the anchor point of the house and the three rooms radially grouped around it with recessed terraces set between them. That the architects nonetheless drafted many variations shows a recently released publication dedicated exclusively to the building: „The Steiger House. Doldertal, Zurich 1959“ by Marianne Burkhalter & Christian Sumi, published recently by Lars Müller Publishers, provides an all-encompassing history of this remarkable house. Around Leonardo Finotti’s brilliant photographs the book gathers texts by, among others, Arthur Rüegg and Dieter Kienast as well as plenty of archival material that highlight the sophistication of the Steigers’ design. Part of the former is the complex spatial relationship between the different rooms and the central space from where, when all doors are open, the outside green is visible. These vistas are made possible by an elaborate, visible and invisible structure that also accounts for the house’s seemingly floating appearance. Over the course of the design process the horizontal elements of the load-bearing structure were increasingly pronounced while their vertical counterparts faded into the background. Only in the mise-en-scène of the entrance do they appear as sculpturally formed Y-shaped columns oscillating between Corbusian pilotis and industrial mushroom columns.

The highly readable volume concludes with Arthur Rüegg’s essay about the „Living with Art“ in the Doldertal where on the one hand Sigfried Giedion and his wife Carola lived in an eclectic mix of furniture and art and on the other hand the Steigers carefully juxtaposed Flora’s sculptures with sleek modern and robust older furniture. A wonderful conclusion to a brilliant book that is warmly recommended!

[iamarealwriterhereistheproof]

this is the opening trailer scene from the future AU Robin and the Red hood movie idea i first described in THIS POST

alfred is alive in this timeline, i have cast dev patel as dami and scott atkins as jason they about pushing 30 and pushing 40 respectively i think and have the right frames and muscle types, i dont care beyond that i like girls and im not a casting agent

i change tenses a lot here, i need to set a scene and ive never written camera movements before so i give up when its no longer essential.

i can see this video in my head, i know what this film looks like i just dont know how to write film

wayne manor sunrise, 15 ish years future

camera moving down hallway at floor level. dark hard wood floors, the walls are dark and there is old style large wooden detailing matching the floors pillars and doorframes are all the same dark wood there is pillar stands or little tables, (something tall and narrow) between the windows with vases or busts on them, above them- framed paintings on the walls and some family portraits, a few framed photos, angle of view does not allow surface or content detail.

this is gonna be a cgi cat so might as well digitally fake some hallway for length, only the "action room" needs to be practical hallway set and the rest can just be redecorated scans of it all stitched together and key in a running plate from a green stage.

extremely long hallway golden light comes in shafts through evenly spaced windows illuminating dust particles in the air

the camera moves quickly down the hallway on a dolly track at a height of about 10 cm (i can build it to run under the floor so there is only a line to key out

D:a pair of feet running, silent footsteps sfx noticeably missing, joined by a black and white cat who's barely audible pitter patter IS in the sound mix

the human and cat quickly begin to outrun the camera which focus's on the person as they come full into frame, it is a wiry man wearing only black sweatpants, he picks up speed silently as the cat keeps up with him increasing slightly in volume of gentle pitter patter.

the man suddenly outpaces the cat and the man jumps up off a wall and into a fingertip handstand on a wooden door frame top and the cat continues running past the door.

J:the door explodes open and a spinning heel swings out where the slim man's head would have been height wise

D:dropping silently out of the finger-stand above the door and into a right hand punch to the side of the head of the much larger man

J:the large man wearing a black tank top and fuzzy pajama bottoms who turns with the punch to the head and into a backwards elbow to the ribs

D:which was met by an expectant elbow block in a moment of hangtime turning the impact into comfortable spacing maneuver

the two combatants found their footing and balance simultaneously and faced off in a quick moment of eye contact before darting towards each other and going into very fast paced impressive fight choreography that brings them across the width of the hall and down to the ground into a grapple that real-life fighters would recognize to be a bone breaker or something but then the cat bumps a stand getting out of the way and a vase wobbles and the camera pulls from a wide into a tight on both their faces the two immediately stop fighting and focus on the vase's increasingly dangerous oscillations and in a single movement break the grapple and turn opposite to each other, aiding each others movements, so that in an instant J:the larger man is flat on the floor pushing off of both the wall and the slimmer man so that they combine their heights and movements into a spring maneuver D:the slimmer man pushing off the larger, slides on his hip across the wooden floor towards the now falling vase and catches against his body with one arm as the other hand steadies the stand.

there is a noise as the stand is suddenly righted on the hardwood floor and both men wince as though suddenly feeling their reddened cheekbones and darkening eye-socket for the first time

a voice calls from somewhere distant in the manor A: what have you broken

J&D: both men answer in unison as they silently and gracefully spring to their feet, "NOTHING" in that singsong unison way children do. the vase is replaced and they quickly jog down the hall towards the voice and around a corner out of sight.

The movie is all about these two ignoring the rest of the batfam who are an organized unit, and just tearing shit up around town on their own.

other family members are only seen out of uniform

50% adorable brother shit

50% brutal violence (much of which is directed at each other)

They each get a scene where the other gets hurt in the field by a meta villain and they just go berserker rage on whoever hurt their brother. A big venom'd up guy knocks Jason out and Damian cuts him to ribbons. A speedster guy manages to cut Damian open and Jason tackles him through a brick wall and beats him with the rubble

[mousoumanager]

The EMS Synthi AKS is a portable analog synthesizer made in the early 1970s by Electronic Music Studios (UK). It's famous for its matrix patchboard instead of patch cables, allowing users to connect oscillators, filters, envelopes, and other modules in a unique, compact format. It has a distinctively experimental, unpredictable sound, ideal for sound design, ambient textures, and electronic effects.

Usage:

Commonly used for spacey effects, glitches, drones, and modular-style sound exploration.

Known for creating robotic, alien, and cinematic textures.

Notable artists, songs, and albums:

Pink Floyd – “On the Run” from The Dark Side of the Moon (1973): the Synthi AKS was used to build the entire sequenced synth line.

Brian Eno – featured throughout Another Green World (1975) and Ambient 1: Music for Airports (1978): used for ambient textures and sonic experimentation.

Jean-Michel Jarre – used in Oxygène (1976) and Équinoxe (1978): for spacey effects and sweeping synth patterns.

Aphex Twin – rumored use on Selected Ambient Works Volume II (1994): for eerie, modulated soundscapes (though not officially confirmed).

Daft Punk – used during the production of Random Access Memories (2013): particularly for layering effects and unusual timbres on tracks like Touch.

The Synthi AKS is a cult classic—unpredictable but powerful for those who embrace its quirks.

[frownyalfred]

Narratively speaking, when should the batkids be able to beat Batman single-handedly? Sure, Cass can do it already and Dick is seen as above or on Batman's level but what are your thoughts on this? It's always hard to do this stupid power level stuff because the character you want to win is obviously gonna win, but you still have to show that Batman is this super ubermensch martial artist who always has a plan and whose goal is to make his kids surpass him but then how do you do that? When can you say, "yeah Batman's cool and all but [enter batkid's name] would totally wipe the floor with the old man if they were to fight 1v1"? This is extremely exaggerated but you get what I mean, right?

I'm genuinely fascinated by this question and I thought I could just ask you.

Thanks!😀

Yeah, it’s all biased like you pointed out since we all want our special blorbo to be the most special blorbo, even in situations where the logic gets pretty thin.

The thing with Bruce is, in his prime, he’s a god-tier fighter for multiple reasons. He’s got insane training under his belt, he’s at or above peak physical human conditioning, he’s trained to think strategically about combat, he’s fast for his size (despite his size), and he’s BIG.

The last one is so important. He’s anywhere from 6’ to 6’4, 190 to 240 lbs of muscle, etc. He’s not losing to most people in a fair fight! And he’s definitely not losing to someone much shorter and lighter than him when it comes to sheer power.

What’s interesting about the comics is that they largely argue that Bruce losing these 1v1s comes down to skill and experience. Cass trained for years to be a weapon, and her advanced training is what supposedly tips the scales in her favor. Same thing with Damian. Bruce makes the argument that enough training can create conditions for his Robins to surpass him, like you mentioned.

But is that actually a fair determinator of a fight? Can most if not all advantages Bruce might have in a fight with a woman half his size be overcome by volume or rigor of training?

It’s the comics, so the answer changes depending on what’s intriguing and fun. We can oscillate between Bruce being the ultimate overpowered fighter who can’t ever lose and Bruce getting his ass handed to him by his kids because it all comes down to power ranking, which is SO subjective.

Should the Batkids be able to beat him? In my opinion, not when he’s in his prime and it’s a fair fight. That isn’t me saying that they can’t win 1v1 through skill, misdirection, getting lucky, etc.

That’s not me trying to shit on female fighters either. Dick carrying 30-40 lbs less muscle than Bruce puts him at a disadvantage too. Jason being the same weight but not as fast/nimble puts him at a disadvantage to Bruce. Damian being a child fighting an adult will ALWAYS result in an unbalanced fight.

If you’ve ever squared up with a heavier, larger, more skilled opponent — especially if you’re a woman and they’re a man — one of the first things you have to learn is that, when it comes to pure strength, you cannot hope to win. It is an inherent advantage, and why we have weight classes for fighting.

Your goal is to figure out a way to get around that advantage. To be smarter, or faster. We teach women about throws and the benefits of having a lower center of gravity. We teach kids the benefits of being flexible or smaller in certain holds. Things like that.

But comics aren’t real life. The better question is, have we overpowered Bruce in a way that makes taking him down a peg or two somewhat difficult or implausible? How can we better show his flaws and complexity as a character when the stakes get set too high?