#prompt 644: form

[fullmoonficlet]

MASTERLIST 644 - FORM

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Crash Daddy (Part 1) by @otg2012 (FICLET, Jackson/Stiles, G, 650) Canon Divergent, Future, Marriage, Fluff, Trial, Parenthood

Freeing by @darkjediqueen (FIC, Derek/Stiles, PG-13, 1692)

An Unexpected Form of Belonging by @goddess47 (FIC, Chris/Peter/Stiles, PG, 1850) Part of an ongoing story; may not stand alone.

The Shape of Us by @simplyn2deep (FIC, Derek/Stiles, G, 3193)

[nicholasluvbot]

EYES OFF YOU ✶ ASAKURA JO

in which... jo tries to help you with a subject that he doesnt even take, thinking you'd be impressed.

pairing. asakura jo x gn!reader genre. fluff, jo is a complete loser and down bad for the reader wc. 644 author's note. HAPPY JO DAY !! i dont usually write for idols on their birthday, but since this was sitting in my drafts, i decided to post it! i love losers sm and jo being my fav loser i had to write this for him. // @lune-net

You sigh as you sit in your seat, feeling the weight of your frustration. Your friend Maki was supposed to help you with a chapter on biomolecules, a topic you'd been struggling with for weeks. But he had suddenly bailed, leaving you alone and stressed. Despite your best efforts, the concepts just weren't clicking.

You flip through the pages of your textbook, trying to make sense of the confusing diagrams and dense text. You barely notice when Jo approaches your desk. He hesitates for a moment before clearing his throat softly.

"Hey, uh, are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You look up, surprised. Jo rarely ever spoke, especially not to you. Despite being in the same friend group, your interactions had been minimal at best. His sudden concern catched you off guard.

"I'm just struggling with this chapter," you admit, gesturing to the open book in front of you. "Maki was supposed to help me, but he bailed."

Jo's eyes flicker over the pages, and he nods slowly. "Biomolecules? That's easy for me. I can teach you if you want."

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't know biology was your thing."

"It's not really, but I remember this part from earlier. I think I can explain it." he replies, pulling up a chair next to you.

As Jo begins to explain, you find yourself drawn not just to the subject matter, but to Jo himself. His voice, usually quiet and unassuming, takes on a gentle cadence as he tries to simplify the complexities of biomolecules. His explanations are earnest, accompanied by nervous gestures that betray his lack of confidence in the material.

You notice how his hair, usually neatly combed, falls slightly disheveled over his forehead, giving him a slightly endearing, boyish charm. His glasses, perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, slip down every so often, prompting him to push them back up absentmindedly.

Despite his efforts, Jo falters. He stumbles over definitions, his explanations occasionally trailing off into uncertain mutters. Diagrams that should clarify concepts only seem to confuse him further. You watch him closely, a furrow forming between your brows as you try to reconcile the disparity between his initial confidence and his current struggle.

"Jo," you interrupt gently, "Are you sure you're good at this? Biology isn't even one of your subjects, right?" 

Jo freezes, his face turning a shade of red you've never seen before. He stammers, "I, uh... I just wanted to help. I'm sorry. I thought I could do it."

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "Jo, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. It's actually kinda sweet that you tried."

He looks at you, wide-eyed and still blushing furiously. "I just... I don’t know why i said i’d do it."

"Jo, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could've just asked to meet up outside of school." you teased.

Jo's blush deepens, and he looks down at his hands. "I didn't think you'd say yes." 

Oh! He actually wanted to spend time with you? You were flattered, honestly, and you knew that you’d regret it if you didn’t do something about it.

You smile, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "Well, why don't you ask me now?"

He swallows nervously, finally meeting your gaze. "Would you... would you like to go out with me sometime? Maybe we could study together? Or, you know, do something fun?"

You grin, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'd like that, Jo. I'd like that a lot."

Jo's face lights up with a shy, relieved smile. "Okay, great. How about this weekend?"

"It's a date," you say, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

As you both gather your things, the frustration from earlier melts away. Maybe Maki bailing wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[darkjediqueen]

Freeing

Title: Freeing Fandom(s): Teen Wolf Relationships: Pre-Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Tags: Alternate Universe, Pre-Relationship Warnings: No Warnings Apply Summary: Derek wanted to be home and free. Word Count: 1,692 Author Notes: Written for @fullmoonficlet. Prompt 644: Form. Continue reading Freeing

[lyranova]

Do you know that theory about Charlotte and Luck being half-siblings? It is a theory I love, actually and I would like to see more about it, be it canon or fanon. But well, while I'm here, how about something indeed with Charlotte and Luck for your event, with "Autumn Is Here" and "Faded Letters"? Keep doing your good work.

Hiya anon! Yep I’ve heard of this theory and it’s one I don’t personally mind tbh 😁! Of course you can, I couldn’t really fit in the “Autumn” prompt so this is mostly about the faded letters but I still hope you enjoy 🥰!

Word Count: 644

Warnings: None

Charlotte let out a sigh as she went through her things, she had been doing some ‘fall cleaning’ in her room and was throwing out things she no longer wanted or needed.

She opened one of the draws in her desk and shook her head, it was full of nothing but papers, and she would have to go through all of them in order to see which could be thrown out and which would stay.

So the blonde haired woman sat down on the floor and began to tediously go through them. Most were garbage, but there were a few keepsakes as well. But one letter stood out to her.

The words were faded, but could still be partially read. It looked to be nearly 20 years old, and this could partially explain why she didn’t remember reading it. She stood up and placed the letter on the table and began to try and decipher its contents.

She easily made out ‘My Dearest Charlotte’ which meant the letter was either from her father or mother, and she frowned as she tried to read the rest of the letter. The words she could make out didn’t make much sense to her though.

Charlotte’s eyes widened as she was able to make out what was probably the most important sentence in the letter.

‘I’m so sorry I kept this from you for so long my dearest daughter, but you have a younger brother. His mother and I gave him the name ‘Luck’ and he’s quite energetic but he looks a lot like you. I told your mother about this the night he was born, and the reason I kept it from you was because she asked me to. She didn’t want you to know about him. But I didn’t want to lie to you any longer Charlotte, I’m so sorry.’

Charlotte felt her legs turn into jelly as she collapsed into her desk chair. She…had a brother? Not only that, but his name was Luck and he looked like her but was more energetic? She frowned, there was a member of the Black Bulls by that name, and the description fit him perfectly.

Charlotte quickly grabbed the letter in her hand and walked out of the office.

After grabbing the broom and quickly flying to the Black Bulls Hideout, Charlotte quickly landed and walked over to see that Luck, Magna, and Asta were outside training.

“ Hey Magna you better watch out!” Luck said cheerfully as he kicked a nearby tree and knocked all its leaves off. Which blanketed the purple haired fire mage.

“ Dammit you brat!” Magna shouted as he tried to dig himself out of the mountain of leaves.

“ Oh, Captain Roselei!” Asta shouted cheerfully as he ran towards the blonde haired woman, who was pulled out of her thoughts and she looked at the green eyed young man.

“ Oh, hello Asta.” Charlotte muttered as she began to watch Luck again.

“ Captain Yami isn’t here right now, but he’ll be back soon, is something wrong?” He asked her with a small tilt of his head, and Charlotte just shook her head.

She and Luck were similar, and yet so different that it was odd. She could see faint traces of her father in his facial features, which only further proved her fathers claim.

Luck was her half brother, and she hadn’t known about it for the last 20 years.

She looked down at the letter in her hands. She would give the letter to the young man personally, but she decided she would wait until Yami came back so he could help her break the news to Luck.

But for now she would just sit and watch him, and possibly train with him for a bit. He would see it as a new challenge, but Charlotte would see it as a form of sibling bonding.

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt List: Romantic Prompts (1)

Masterpost by creativepromptsforwriting

Romance Part IV

Prompt #562: Write about (64)

Write about a different take on soulmates, where people don’t have one predesignated soulmate, but they have the ability to form the bond themselves. It’s just easier with some people than with others. But in the end it’s up to them.

Prompt #577

“Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?”

“I might if you don’t.”

Prompt #602

In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover.

{Submitted by: feralshinycat}

Prompt #614

“Why do I keep going along with your stupid ideas? They always get us into the worst trouble!”

“Because, 1: you love me, and 2: I’m literally in charge of this country. You really can’t say no to me.”

“Well yes, I can say no but then I’d have to listen to you whine all day.”

{Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack}

Prompt #616

Creating love spells goes hand in hand with creating chaos.

Prompt #630

“You really are dumb. I love you, but you’re an idiot.”

Prompt #644

“Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?”

“Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”

{Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack}

Prompt #653

“No, I don’t have a crush on you!”

“Well, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Prompt #658

A date on a ferris wheel sounds incredibly romantic, but it can be a disaster if one of them is afraid of heights.

Prompt #664

“I think I’m dying and I wanted to tell you ‘I love you’ before I do.”

“Okay, let’s work on one problem at a time.”

Part I |  Part II | Part III

[itcantbe]

whumptober day 1: bound

Heyyy it's Whumptober! I think I may have achieved four prompts but luckily day one is one of them! I at least completed the stories for this particular AU so I won't leave you hanging. You'll just have a bit of a wait in between. It will eventually show up on AO3 in some form or another. Be sure to check out all of the other quality material coming your way! I will be reblogging quite a bit.

Whumptober Day 1: Bound

False Champion AU (1 of 4) BOTW pre-calamity 644 words

It was a lie, and everyone believed it.

Link ground his teeth together, the sun glinting off the purple, winged hilt of the sword, sheathed in an ornate scabbard trimmed in gold, on the back of the man ahead of him. It seemed to mock him. It was just like his sword, wrapped in a blanket and stuffed under his bed in the barracks. The one he’d been told to hide, to pretend he didn’t have.

The Champion stood tall in front of him, casting Link in his shadow, resplendent in the blue tunic embroidered with the triforce and an outline of the sword. Embroidered by the princess’s own hand. Link felt like he was roasting alive in the heavy metal armor he wore, the rays of the sun baking down on him, the padded undergarments he wore soaked in sweat. Meanwhile the Champion was cool and comfortable by comparison, not encumbered by heavy armor, taking pride of place at the head of their troop, the sword and a shield bearing the royal crest on his back, the princess on his arm.

The Champion leaned down and murmured something into the princess’s ear, and she giggled and looked up at him, her big green eyes shining in adoration. Then, just for a moment, Zelda’s eyes cut to Link. A glance, out of the corner of her eye. Then back to the road ahead of her, as if he didn’t exist. Link thought he might throw up.

He remembered that first time he had seen her, when he’d finally gotten up the courage after three years to take the sword he’d found in the Lost Woods to the king. To finally admit it happened. Zelda had barely acknowledged him, sparing him only a glance, and yet he would have gladly cut his heart out and laid it at her feet. Love at first sight is such a weak and pathetic thing, and yet, another three years since that moment, Link still feels the sick longing for her that he did on that day. She would have to see him someday, wouldn’t she? They were destined to fight the calamity together, weren’t they?

“Princess! Champion! We welcome you to the garrison!”

The general bowed low, honored by the visit from his exalted guests, and the Champion solicitously guided the princess into the cool of the garrison. She paused to gaze up at him, a fond smile on her lips, before the door closed behind them. Link marched off with the rest of the company to the guest barracks, the bitter taste of road dust in his mouth.

Three years ago the king had looked at him, sword of legend in his hand, and had decided the kingdom required someone more inspiring to be the hero. Someone tall, handsome, of noble birth, wealthy and well-educated; not short and common like Link. But it would be the Champion at the princess’s side, someone worthy to take her hand. It was unfortunate that Link had snatched the sword from the pedestal before someone better could have come for it. He really should have minded his place before his thoughtless action brought ruin to the kingdom.

Of course, he had to follow the princess at all times, regardless. Link needed to be there, in case the calamity struck. Though he wasn’t sure how much good it would do with the sword wrapped up and hidden. Perhaps this all was to just teach him some kind of a lesson. After three years they were bound in the lie, wrapped tight in it like barbed wire, the sharp thorns digging into Link and keeping him in his place. The Champion has become too much of a fixture, the hopes of the kingdom pinned on his broad shoulders, hopes too fragile to risk with the truth.

It’s a lie, but everyone believes it.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Ornament - Robbie Jennings

Pairing: Robbie Jennings x Reader

Characters: Robbie Jennings

Warnings: N/A

Request: @will-noble-owns-my-ass​: “Cool okay! Can I get a Robbie Jennings x Nicholson!reader with "Drink this. You'll feel better" and "stay there I'm coming to get you" from the 100 ways to say I love you prompt list.”

Word Count: 644

Author: Hannah

It was never nice to have an argument with someone, it was uncomfortable, and it didn’t always end in the best way. You hated any form of confrontation with anyone, but it was no secret that you and your sister Georgia often bickered.

The two of you got on as well as could be expected, you had gotten closer as you’d both gotten older but the two of you still got annoyed with each other – sharing a room recently hadn’t helped, your room was being redone and so you were sharing with your sister, but Georgia had taken it upon herself to go through your things and she had broken an ornament that Robbie had had made for you.

Naturally you were upset but it annoyed you even more when Georgia denied it, she claimed she never even touched your ornament which escalated the situation, but you’d stormed out before you said something you’d regret.

Once you’d reached the sea front you realised you should probably give Robbie a call to let him know where you were in case, he went to your house.

“Hey baby,” Robbie’s voice came through the phone when he answered.

“Hey,” you breathed out as you leant on the railing of the pier. “I’m at the pier Rob.”

“Baby it’s freezing,” he told you and you could hear him moving about his room. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

He hung up on you after telling you he loved you and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he appeared.

About fifteen minutes passed before you heard Robbie call out to you, you turned around to see him walking towards you all bundled up because of the cold.

He pulled you into a hug as soon as he reached you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms as he somehow knew you were cold.

“What happened?” he questioned once he pulled away, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers to lead you back to the shop.

You sighed. “You know how me, and Georgia have been sharing a room?” he nodded. “Well, she had been going through my things on my desk and as she did, she knocked off the ornament that you had made for me last year.”

Robbie nodded again, he remembered the ornament of course, he had gotten it made for your 2nd anniversary – it was an engraving of a photo of the two of you fixed onto a stand and you had loved it from the minute you’d opened it.

“When I asked her if she’d touched it, she said no, but it was obvious it was her because it could only have been broken by someone moving it – it was in the middle of the desk for Christ’s sake.”

Robbie moved so that his arm was around your shoulder, effectively pulling you closer. “I’m sure she didn’t do it on purpose baby,” he tried to reassure you. “And we can get you another one made; it can be replaced.”

You nodded but sighed as you did so. “It’s not even that she broke it Rob, I understand it was probably an accident,” you admitted. “It’s that she completely denied it, and then made me feel bad for being upset.”

Sighing also, Robbie steered you into the shop when you both got there and quickly took you upstairs.

Once you were sat on his bed, he wrapped you up in one of his hoodies and then sat down next to you. “I just knew if I stayed arguing with her, I’d upset her by saying something bad.”

Robbie nodded in understanding as he shot off a text on his phone. “Well as far as Mum is concerned, you’re staying the night,” he told you as he pulled you to sit in his lap. “So how about we get that new ornament ordered, yeah?”

[jacensolodjo]

Prompt: Clouds Pairing: Vi/Cait Verse: Star Wars AU Words: 644 (approx. 3 min read) Notes: For anyone unfamiliar, every time I write ViCait unless otherwise stated Cait is trans and Vi is genderqueer.

Vi couldn't recall clearly the last time she had stepped boot on the ground of Mandalore. It had been... way too long. A mere child when pulled away from the grassy plains of their home world. As they walked down the boarding ramp of the planet skipper they had hired, their gaze rose up towards the sky. Clear blue, almost making the green of the grass that much more vivid.

But then of course, there were the smatterings of clouds in the sky. Big, puffy things. Clouds that, as a child, they had tried to find shapes in. And they could remember seeing one that resembled, if vaguely, the symbol of the Galactic Republic. That had been the day that Vi had learned to expect a baby sister. A baby sister they had never met because only shortly later the Jedi had arrived and bundled the young Mando away, even earlier than training for their verd'goten.

Exhaling slowly, Vi unclasped their helmet and slowly pulled it up off their head to get a less obstructed view of the sky. Rolling her shoulders for a moment she clipped her helmet to her hip, opposite their staff hilt lightsaber.

The sound of another pair of boots clomping down the ramp caused her to look over her shoulder. They smirked as they watched a very familiar form in the dull brown of a Jedi robe.

"Welcome, Jetii, to Mandalore," Vi said, gesturing widely in front of them with a gauntlet covered hand. They grinned as they watched eyes a deeper blue than the sky take in the surroundings. It was all grass as far as one could see, even with Force enhanced sight.

"Welcome Jetii says the Jetii?" Caitlyn teased before brushing away bits of grass that had floated onto the front of her robes.

It had always been a point of contention growing up. Vi had never felt like they were being a Jedi in the correct way. They longed for armor, not robes. Had been almost on the very eve of training to fight, to defend everything they loved, when they had been plucked up by the Order. Had always struggled to control their temper.

Luckily for them both, Vi knew Caitlyn was kidding. A gentle tease, a reminder of growing up in the Jedi Temple. Of rich kid Caitlyn, born and raised on Coruscant mere kilometers from the Temple, deciding that Vi of the Mandalore system was worth getting to know. If only because Vi didn't so much as recognize her surname, didn't have a preconceived notion. Some Jedi were famous for their skill in the Force. Others because they came from good families. Caitlyn fit both, though for a long time it had only been the latter that sparked recognition. Vi, in Caitlyn's not-so-humble-opinion, fit the former far better than they gave themselves credit for.

Red, silver, and white armor glittered brilliantly in the high noon sun. Vi smiled, lacing their fingers with Caitlyn's. Caitlyn, for her part, squeezed gently with a smile that was reserved for Vi's eyes alone.

The Jedi Code forbade attachment. The Mandalorian Code, the Resol'nare, all but demanded attachments. And yet somehow, the pair had managed to find the middle ground. Not without controversy, not without whispers, but it worked for them both. Next to that, Vi reaching the rank of Jedi Knight had been less of an ask.

"C'mon. I promised to make you tiingilar when we got here and I'm going to do it," Vi said, tugging lightly on Caitlyn's hand.

"What about your family?" Caitlyn asked but followed regardless.

"Time to see my buire and vod'ika later, after we have the ingredients."

Vi looked to the sky one more time and for a moment thought they saw Caitlyn's face formed in the clouds. They smiled but said nothing while trudging along to the nearest market.

[star-puff]

Meg!! I'm here for one shot with love!! 💕💕 may i request Kenma with the prompt cold? Thank you so much in advance!! Love you and your writing 💖💖💖

cold + kenma

word count: 644

event masterlist

right in time for the holidays! merry christmas everyone :>

There’s a cup of warm eggnog on the table next to Kenma’s double monitor setup that you eye carefully every few seconds. It’s not the safest placement, but you’d rather place it on the table than on the floor where you could easily kick it over and witness the tragic end of his expensive PC box. You had sworn to yourself you would never play part in another technological murder, not after the one that happened last year.

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks at the memory, but you think you’ll just blame it on the rum in the spiked drink instead.

“Ready to open the presents?” you ask, grabbing the Santa hat on the floor and placing it snugly on his head. Kenma makes a small sound of agreement, the bell on the hat jingling as he nods. The chat on his special Christmas livestream doesn’t miss the opportunity to comment on it, flooding with keysmashes and emotes about how cute he looks with a jingly Santa hat and Christmas sweater matching with your equally jingly reindeer headband and a festive sweater of your own. 

You’d have to agree with the enthusiastic chat. He was very cute.

Kenma takes the two wrapped boxes on the floor, placing the one addressed to you in your lap and keeping the one meant for him. He reaches for his phone, probably answering a few texts from Kuroo, and an idea pops into your mind. Restraining your mischievous smile, you look at the camera, winking, an unspoken ‘watch this’ understood.

Curling your toes, stiff and cold from your absolute refusal to wear socks, you trail your feet up his pajama pants, resting your freezing feet on his leg. Kenma jumps almost immediately, his imaginary hackles rising at the sudden change in temperature. His fleece pants would provide him his warm solace no longer, Kenma thinks tragically.

“Y/N!”

There’s such an exasperation in his voice you can’t help but break your innocent facade, bursting into giggles as Kenma tries to regain his composure while simultaneously warming up the areas you’ve turned into the North Pole.

“Sorry Kenma, I just had to.” You do not sound sorry in the slightest.

He points forcefully at the gift in your hands, his lips formed into a frown. “For you.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. Glimpsing at the chat, his viewers are going wild, entertained by the contrast between the Kozuken they see on a regular basis and Kozume Kenma. They can thank me later, you joke silently

Finally ripping open the package, you look inside to see a pair of colorful fuzzy socks, pictures of cats in Santa hats and ugly sweaters stitched on it.

“I got these for you for a reason,” he insists, still begrudged from your sudden attack. “Put them on, I’m begging.”

“But Ken—”

“No buts.”

You pout, pulling on the socks despite your own wishes. “There,” you say, showing off your now clothed feet. “You happy?”

Kenma nods, opening up his gift. “Very.”

Inside is a cat-themed console case and thumb grips, and you grin cheekily at him. “Looks like we had the same idea for the theme, huh?”

Kenma smiles, something subtle and soft, unnoticed by most other people. To you, it means the entire world and more. “Thank you.”

You stand, walking behind the chair to give him a back hug, planting a kiss on his head. “You’re welcome. I love you.”

He lets out a quiet hum, holding the hands around his chest. “Love you, too.”

There’s a moment of silence before the ding of the clock marks the next hour of the night, and Kenma takes that as his cue to leave.

“That’s the end of my holiday stream, then. Thanks for watching, everyone,” Kenma says, looking to you to say the final sign off. You nod happily, waving at the camera. 

“Merry Christmas!”

[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Comforting Kisses

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary - Drabble based on the prompt comforting kisses. You’ve always been Steve’s rock, but when he finds you distraught after a mission, the roles are reversed. 

Word Count - 644

Warnings - None! Just a little sadness. 

It was impossible to win them all. You knew that. It had been drilled into your head since you had joined the military. There were going to be losses, there were always going to be sacrifices. There was no way of avoiding it. 

The problem with being an Avenger is that sometimes, you got it into your head that there wouldn’t be anymore. With the power the members on this team held, it was easy to get an inflated sense of ego, to think that casualties weren’t going to happen anymore. How could they when you thought of all the things you could do? All the power that the group of you held? It felt like you did have the power to save everybody. 

Then days like today happened, knocking you back down to reality like a meteor from the sky. 

You hadn’t even been able to change out of your mission clothes, covered in dust and grime. There was still blood caked under your fingernails, dripping from cuts littered across your skin, bruises forming on parts of your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. How could you care about such trivial things when there were people dead because of you? 

It was too much. 

When you looked down at your hands, you noticed they were shaking. How long had they been doing that? Then you saw a drop of water land on them and realized you were crying. You didn’t know when that had started either. 

There was a soft breeze of air that had you looking up at the doorway, stricken to find Steve standing there. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You were one of the few people in his life that he didn’t have to worry about. He was strong for everyone else, and you were strong for him. You couldn’t stand the thought of him thinking that he had to take care of you now, that you were another burden to carry on his back because you couldn’t get a grip. 

But then he said your name, shocked and confused by the state you were in. He had never seen you like this. In his eyes though, there was no judgement, no weariness . . . Just concern. 

You broke. 

Your hands reached for him and in an instant he was there, on his knees before you. His powerful hands engulfing yours and bringing them close to his face as your chest shook with sobs. Steve’s soft lips, so gentle and caring, pressed kisses all along your knuckles, and then flipped your hands over to kiss from your palms to your inner wrist. He never took his eyes off of yours, even when you couldn’t look at him any longer. You knew that you didn’t deserve this care, this attention from him, but he seemed bound and determined to give it to you. 

There were so many things that you wanted to say, to tell him you were sorry, to ask him if he was okay, to see what you could do to help him, but once again, you were a failure. You felt so selfish, so worthless, crumbling like this in front of him, but as he took your face in his hands and began pressing kisses all over it, you knew that you couldn’t pull away. “I need you,” you gasped between breaths, hoping you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt. 

Steve rested his forehead against yours, attempting to brush your tears away with his thumbs, even when more just fell in their place. “I’ve got you,” he replied, his warm breath caressing your cheeks as he kissed each one. “It’s okay. I’m here, and it’s going to be okay.” He whispered before pulling your face into his neck, letting you sob. 

While you knew he couldn’t promise that . . . You loved that he tried.

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Latin for "of one's own accord; voluntarily." In law, sua sponte (Latin: "of his, her, its or their own accord") or suo motu ("on its own motion") describes an act of authority taken without formal prompting from another party. The term is usually applied to actions by a judge taken without a prior motion or request from the parties. The form nostra sponte ("of our own accord") is sometimes used by the court itself, when the action is taken by a multi-member court, such as an appellate court, rather than by a single judge. (Third parties describing such actions would still refer to them as being taken by the court as a whole and therefore as 'sua sponte'.) While usually applied to actions of a court, the term may reasonably be applied to actions by government agencies and individuals acting in official capacity.

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A restive corner of India is becoming more peaceful

Bodos and don’ts A restive corner of India is becoming more peaceful

But for every group that is placated there are new malcontents

Feb 1st 2020

DELHI

HOW TO DIVIDE India into administrative units is a question that has vexed all its governments. For a time the main focus was to rationalise, as hundreds of feudal “princely” states were swept into the bigger provinces of the Indian republic. But since 1960 the number of states and territories has been rising, as different groups have successfully lobbied for their own unit, on the basis of language, ethnicity or administrative convenience. There were 20 in 1956; now there are 36.

Few areas have seen as much upheaval as the north-east, an ethnically mixed region of 50m people that was almost cut off from the rest of the country by the creation of East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) in 1947. It began as a single state, Assam, plus two principalities, Manipur and Tripura. It has since splintered into seven states, as Arunachal Pradesh, Meghalaya, Mizoram and Nagaland have been hived off Assam (see map). The region is still replete with disgruntled factions, however: it has spawned more than 125 insurgencies since the 1950s. Their varied struggles for statehood, independence or simply to clobber rival groups—many of these micro-conflicts have pitted “natives” against migrants—have left perhaps 40,000 dead.

Only recently have years of patient carrot-and-stick efforts by the central government, helped by better intelligence, tougher military tactics and stronger co-operation from neighbouring Bangladesh and Myanmar, begun to pay off. Casualties have declined steeply, from a high of almost 1,700 deaths in 2000 to just 17 last year. That has allowed the government to exempt some states from a controversial law that protects soldiers from prosecution for human-rights offences, and prompted the army to begin shifting resources away from internal security.

Underpinning all this has been a series of peace agreements with assorted rebel groups. Ongoing talks with insurgents in Nagaland have made significant progress, with at least one of the state’s main guerrilla factions agreeing to lay down arms. In Assam some 644 fighters from various groups recently surrendered their guns. And in January alone Mr Modi’s government inked two important deals. One, in Tripura, allows for the resettlement in the state of some 34,000 ethnic Bru refugees from neighbouring Mizoram. This should end a 23-year stand-off, as the destitute Brus had rejected efforts to send them back to areas from which they had been violently expelled.

Of bigger import is a deal signed on January 27th with several factions of the National Democratic Front of Bodoland. For Bodos, who speak a language related to Tibetan and Burmese and who number some 1.3m, the terms look generous. In exchange for some 1,500 rebels laying down arms, the Bodos will get a sweeping amnesty, an extra $225m in government funding, more schools, colleges and sports facilities, and a much fuller form of autonomy within their homeland in the western part of Assam, along India’s border with Bhutan. What is more, the boundaries of Bodoland will be redrawn, village by village, to ensure Bodos form a majority within it.

The deal is also good for Mr Modi. Government sources reckon the Bodo insurgency has left some 4,000 dead since 1987, including 88 killed in a series of bomb blasts in the state capital, Guwahati, in 2008. The violence also rendered tens of thousands of non-Bodos homeless as waves of refugees fled repeated massacres that targeted Bengali-speaking Muslim farmers in the floodplains of the Brahmaputra River and rival tribal groups in the hills. Aside from putting a stop to such mayhem, the deal will almost certainly prompt a large vote swing among the small but influential Bodo community towards Mr Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP). Its hold in Assam has weakened in recent months due to protests against a controversial new citizenship law. With state elections looming in 2021, the BJP is resorting to “vote-bank” politics.

Of course, the Bodoland deal is clearly not so good for non-Bodos who, despite the insurgents’ efforts at ethnic cleansing, constitute up to two-thirds of the population of the Bodoland region as currently defined. Naba Kumar Sarania, who represents the region in the national parliament, told the Hindu newspaper: “We are not against the peace process, but this accord has ignored the interests of the other ethnic communities in the area.” ■

This article appeared in the Asia section of the print edition under the headline "A restive corner of India is becoming more peaceful"

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Meet the 4 winning startups from Accenture’s third Annual Ventures Challenge

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While the Venture fund market declined in the early stages of the coronavirus pandemic, many organisations have found ways to turn this around and invest in startups that are specifically tailored to the new global situation. IT major Accenture also continued with its annual venture challenge, and has now announced 4 winners from its third Annual Accenture Ventures Challenge. The company says, that it selected these 4 startups for developing “unique, scalable solutions to help businesses accelerate the business transformations prompted by the Covid-19 crisis”.

The company evaluated startups from 4 categories, which were ‘supply chain resilience’, ‘digital commerce’, ‘systems resilience,’ and ‘responsible technology.’

Supply chain resilience’ category: Atlan

Atlan provides a new modern data workspace that enables diverse data teams to collaborate harmoniously. The company offers to make your data portable across 100+ destinations—from BI tools to APIs for specific engineering applications.

As a part of its offering, Atlan provides its users the chance to democratize data access(tools to configure data), data exploration(get access to data from multiple sources) and workflow automation(helps in achieving autonomy in a company’s workflow). To make sure that you get the best results at the fastest pace, the company offers blazingly fast search, data profiles and granular access controls.

The democratization of data explorations is achieved by the company’s proprietary GUI based query builder, a reusable analytics catalog and exabyte scale on the browser.

Last but not least, workflow automation is democratized by a visual prototyping canvas, through the automation of recurring workflows and fuss free proactive monitoring of critical workflows.

All in all, Atlan is a one stop shop for all data related queries a company might have.

The company’s promising solution has already caught the attention of Sequoia, which has formed a partnership with it as part of the Surge accelerator program. The startup already has backers including Sequoia (through Surge), Waterbridge Ventures and the legendary Ratan Tata.

Digital Commerce category: Charmboard

Charmboard has been selected under the digital commerce category for its AI based application that provides interactive experience at scale for users from videos. The company allows you to access videos from its main page, and mark “moments of desires” for charms. Clicking the charm will allow you to discover more capabilities like gaining access to the products seen in the charm, and where to buy them.

To put it in layman’s terms, Charmboard will allow you to buy exactly what you saw Priyanka Chopra wearing at an award show, by using AI. Moreover, you can save your charms on a “Board,” and arrange them on your profile whoever you want. Even more so, you can send these charms to a friend, or invite people to collaborate on your boards.

Supply Chain Resilience category: Increff

Another winner from the supply chain resilience category, Increff has been selected for its algorithm driven merchandising platform that increases inventory turns and warehouse management system that exposes 100% inventory simultaneously to all sales channels.

Increff says that “Brands and retailers lose 20-25% revenue and 4-5% margin due to poor demand prediction and inability to expose single view of inventory.” This is where it can help fashion & lifestyle brands, and retailers improve inventory turns through Intelligent Merchandising (IRIS) and single view Inventory Fulfillment (ASSURE).

The company offers a platform for the Planning, Buying and Distribution of merchandise under the name of IRIS, which is basically an intelligent merchandise planning platform that identifies top-sellers. It computes ideal store assortment (in right size ratios), splits target revenue into merchandise demand, and automates inventory distribution from warehouse to stores. Moreover, it achieves all of this in only a few seconds.

Assure on the other hand,  is a web-based omni-channel fulfillment platform, that exposes a single view of inventory to both offline and online channels with 100% inventory accuracy and 100% order fulfillment. This has 4 modules: Integrations, Warehouse Management System, Order Management system and Inventory Management System.

Responsible Technology category: Wysa

Under the responsible technology category, Wysa managed to bag the trophy for its global platform for early-stage mental health support at scale, with a unique (digital + AI + human) model that is anonymous and clinically assured.

The company offers a mental wellness platform, and allows users to either chat with Wysa’s AI chat, or get in touch with actual mental health experts. Wysa mentions that  until the coronavirus pandemic is over, its AI chat and tool packs for anxiety and isolation support will remain free.

The company offers AI chat and Daily messaging support, along with 8 live sessions at less than $100/month.

As winners, all of these startups will be given an opportunity to “join the Accenture Ventures Open Innovation partner program and co-create solutions for Accenture clients around the world,” Accenture said. Moreover, they will also get access to benefits from the Microsoft ScaleUp program, which supports Seed or Series A B2B startups to scale and co-sell with Microsoft sales teams.

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