#prompt-engineering

[fururemindai]

Tips to Improve Your AI Prompts

Improving your AI prompts is essential for getting more accurate, relevant, and creative responses. When you provide a prompt, the AI uses it to understand what kind of response or information you’re looking for. Then, based on this prompt, the AI generates a reply or performs a task. Here are tips to enhance your prompts, especially when working with AI like ChatGPT or other natural language…

[ai-network]

LangChain: Components, Benefits & Getting Started

Understanding the Core Components of LangChain

LangChain is a revolutionary framework designed to enhance the capabilities of Large Language Models (LLMs) by enabling them to process and comprehend real-time data more efficiently. At its core, LangChain is built on foundational components that support its robust architecture. These components include: - Data Connectors: These facilitate seamless integration with various data sources, allowing LLMs to access diverse datasets in real-time. - Processing Pipelines: LangChain employs sophisticated pipelines that preprocess and transform raw data into structured formats suitable for consumption by LLMs. - Semantic Parsers: These components help interpret and extract meaningful information from text inputs, providing LLMs with context-rich data. - Inference Engines: At the heart of LangChain, inference engines leverage advanced algorithms to derive insights from the processed data, enhancing the decision-making capabilities of LLMs. Together, these components form an integrated ecosystem that empowers developers to build dynamic, AI-driven applications.

How LangChain Enhances LLM Capabilities with Real-Time Data

One of the standout features of this framework is its ability to augment LLM capabilities through real-time data integration. Traditional language models often operate in static environments, relying on pre-trained data sets. However, LangChain breaks this limitation by establishing live connections with dynamic data sources. Using its advanced data connectors, it can pull data from APIs, databases, and streams, ensuring that LLMs are informed by the most current information available. This real-time data ingestion not only increases the relevancy of LLM outputs but also enables adaptive learning. The synchronous feeding of real-time data into LLMs allows applications powered by LangChain to react swiftly to changes, whether they pertain to market trends, news events, or user interactions. By leveraging real-time data, LangChain truly sets itself apart as a tool for modern AI applications, providing both accuracy and agility in decision-making processes.

Streamlining Data Organization for Efficient LLM Access

Efficiency in accessing and processing data is crucial for optimizing the performance of LLMs. LangChain introduces several methodologies to streamline data organization, thereby facilitating quick and efficient data retrieval. Firstly, the framework implements a hierarchical data storage system that categorizes data based on its relevance and frequency of access. This enables the prioritization of data that is most pertinent to ongoing tasks, reducing latency in information retrieval. Secondly, LangChain employs advanced indexing techniques. By creating indices tailored to specific data attributes, LangChain accelerates the search process, enabling LLMs to access necessary data rapidly. Furthermore, the use of semantic tagging enhances this process, allowing for intelligent filtering based on contextually relevant keywords. Lastly, a commitment to data normalization within LangChain ensures that data from disparate sources is harmonized into a uniform format. This standardization minimizes the complexity during data processing stages and allows LLMs to interpret data consistently, leading to more accurate results.

Step-by-Step Guide to Developing LLM-Powered Applications with LangChain

Developing applications powered by LangChain involves a systematic approach that maximizes the potential of LLMs. Here is a step-by-step guide to help developers get started: - Define Application Objectives: Clearly outline the goals of your application, particularly how it will utilize LLMs to achieve these objectives. - Select Appropriate Data Sources: Choose data sources that align with your application’s objectives. LangChain’s data connectors support a wide range of sources, including APIs and databases. - Configure Data Connectors: Set up the data connectors in LangChain to establish live feeds from your chosen data sources, ensuring real-time data availability. - Design the Processing Pipeline: Construct a data processing pipeline within LangChain to handle data transformations and preprocessing requirements specific to your application. - Implement Semantic Parsing: Integrate semantic parsers to enrich your data with contextual meaning and facilitate comprehensive interpretation by the LLMs. - Develop Inference Mechanisms: Build inference mechanisms using LangChain’s inference engines to derive actionable insights from the processed data. - Prototype and Test: Develop a prototype of your application and conduct thorough testing to validate functionality and ensure reliability. - Iterate and Optimize: Continuously iterate on your design, incorporating feedback and optimizing components for improved performance. This structured approach not only streamlines the development process but also ensures that the resulting application harnesses the power of LangChain efficiently.

Maximizing the Potential of LangChain in Modern AI Development

In today’s rapidly evolving technological landscape, the potential of LangChain in modern AI development is immense. Its unique combination of real-time data integration, robust processing capabilities, and compatibility with large language models position it as an indispensable tool for developers. To maximize its potential, developers should focus on tailoring LangChain's capabilities to their specific use cases. By aligning LangChain’s powerful functionalities with the unique requirements of their applications, developers can create highly specialized AI solutions that deliver exceptional value. Additionally, staying abreast of updates and enhancements to LangChain will ensure that developers leverage the latest features and improvements. Engaging with the LangChain community, participating in forums, and accessing documentation can provide valuable insights and support. Finally, experimentation and innovation are key. By exploring novel approaches and pushing the boundaries of what is possible with LangChain, developers can unlock new levels of sophistication in AI-driven applications, driving forward the future of AI technology. In conclusion, LangChain stands out as a transformative framework in AI development, offering a suite of tools and components that empower developers to build intelligent, responsive applications. By understanding and implementing its capabilities strategically, one can fully harness its potential to drive innovation in the field of artificial intelligence. Read the full article

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[cool-photography-art]

Mastering Negative Space: A Beginner's Guide

#NegativeSpace #Photography #Art #Guide

[fanaroff]

Sleight of Handyman

Danny is really good at engineering and becomes a renowned handy man. His catchphrase, or to be more specific, his catch “move” is hitting something once and it works almost instantly. Some people think he’s a meta that can fix things by hitting it. But there’s more to it than that.

In the instant he hits something, he turns his hand intangible and reaches through to fix whatever is going on without going through the tedious rigamarole of dismantling it. It’s just so fast it looks like he’s simply banging on it to get it to work.

He ends up working his way up through different chains to the point the Justice League hires him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 314

Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else. 

But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver. 

But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.

Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too. 

So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake. 

[gophergal]

there are many kinds of love

TFTober 3 - Relationships

[ghostbsuter]

Danny had been around Gotham for a while.

The crime was never ending, but since Batman's arrival, it had gotten better.

The unmistakably CLANK! From around the corner had him jump, wary now. The man walks around the wall, eyes on the black car with— with Batman's symbol at the front.

A child sitting on the ground with a car tire next to him, the Bat Symbol a stark contrast to the shadows.

"Shit, kid. You're bold to rob Batman." Danny didn't really realise he was speaking until the kid looks up, spooked.

"What the fuck?" The kid was clearly of Gotham breed, yelps with a glare.

"I'm impressed," Danny doesn't give the kid the chance to talk, not with the way the tiny terror seems to be glaring and holding his wrench.

"You're quick, got eyes for details and know how to work around cars."

The suspicion in the kids eyes didn't lessen, having gotten up to press himself against the wall, eyes never leaving Danny.

"Here," Our local spook threw a card on the hood of the car. It was his business card.

"If you need income with far fewer risks than stealing from Batman, call me."

He didn't really wait to see the kids reaction, just leaving, bot before shooting a look into the sky the kid clearly caught.

As danny left, the kid looked at the entrance of the alleyway, back to the car, and then to the card.

They had talked for too long. Jason had to leave now, lest Batman actually caught him.

With one last look to the tires and the car, he leaves eith a scowl.

Just barely missing the man with the cape.

[kaiserouo]

(prev)

FYI:

sudo shutdown now: Shut down immediately.

for i in $(seq 1000); do yes & done: Open 1000 "yes" process at the background. Each of them alone can throttle your CPU usage at 100%.

:(){ :|:& };:: Fork bomb, eats all your resources.

sudo rm -rf /: Erase the system and all your disks.

Don't run any of this if you don't know what you're doing.

[captainmvf]

Back at it again with trying to make a cool piece with Rusty and stars with a blue backdrop/scene.

[lsunstreakerl]

Hey! So uh 💀 for the prompt I was wondering of we could get that o!fmf one shot you’ve mentioned if you’re down?

hi anon! you and another anon that asked for "o!ver2 first heat" are getting smushed together into a two-parter! (because "first heat" and "first real heat with each other" are two different things in this verse, and I wanted to showcase both.) part one, max POV, 3.3k. mature. (part two)

pairings: rico verhoeven/max verstappen

relevant heads up: omegaverse, dubious consent due to nature of heat/ruts, fucky politics and power imbalances, unreliable narrator, there's not technically any explicit content here but there will be in part two!

"...What?"

Max's voice is smaller than he means for it to be, scent spiking with fear despite his best efforts. He's done everything for their people, never once faltered, he doesn't understand—

Jos sighs, narrowing his eyes. His tone is deceptively gentle, closer to a croon than Max has heard in years.

"It's the only option, Max. The King is giving us resources we never could've gotten ourselves— it will save everyone. You have to understand that this is all I could offer in return."

He says it like he's discussing an item, not Max. Like this won't change his life in ways he'll never get back, like he isn't sending Max off to join whatever omega harem King Verhoeven has. Max won't be the only one, he can be sure of that— he'll just be the worst.

"I—"

Jos cuts him off again, leaving no room for argument.

"Will still have the opportunity to do a mating run, if you'd like. The King has promised to respect the terms of the agreement even if he can't catch you."

Max grabs onto the thought like a lifeline, desperately clawing at it, cradling it like it can protect him.

If he's good enough, it can.

Jos is frowning.

"It would be... a blight, on the names of all involved, if he wasn't able to succeed."

Max hears the hidden message clearly, baring his fangs and hissing loudly, louder than he's ever dared in his father's direction before.

"I am not throwing the results of my run."

Jos' lips press together into a thin line, but he nods, sighing heavily.

"I should've expected that. This would be much easier if you'd been an alpha, you know."

Everything would've been easier that way. Max is well aware. That doesn't mean he's going to roll belly up for King Verhoeven, just to end up some kind of concubine, only around to carry pups. He'd rather be dead.

------

Max twitches, curling his nails into his palms. His heart feels like a glimmerfly, rapid beats too fast to follow, buzzing in his ears. Mick is at the edge of the forest with him, scent rich with concern as he checks over Max's leathers one more time.

It's not technically cheating to wear them. The rules are to follow cultural standard for which region the participants are from, and as far as Max is concerned, the leathers are so ingrained into northern life that it would be weirder not to wear them.

Max doesn't say anything, but his scent is giving him away, thready with anxiety, and Mick can't even scent him about it— can't do anything that might throw the results of the run.

"It's just— it's like any other alpha, Max. You're stronger than everyone we have at home, so... This is no different."

Max can't even find it within him to purr reassuringly. His nerves are a tight knot in the back of his throat, preheat buzzing at the edge of his senses. He's participated in a few communal mating runs before, mostly for fun, but also because he'd been confident no one could catch him.

Now, it seems like everyone feels differently. They're not in Max's favor anymore, instead trying to reassure him that it won't be so bad, being up at the castle. He's never heard anything about King Verhoeven's omega harem, but it must be real— and he's not going to be a good fit. Mick is the only one acting like Max might still manage to pull this off.

He can smell his father's scent sharpen, biting back a whine as he realizes it must mean the royal delegate is here. He never wanted—

It doesn't matter what he wants.

Mick rumbles lowly at him, sympathetic, before leaning in, toeing the line of how close he can get to Max without being reprimanded.

"I'll visit, Max. We'll figure something out, whatever we have to do— fake your death or something. You just have to make it through this."

Max finally manages a thin purr, forcing a small smile on his face for Mick before turning to look at the delegate. His own group is small, only a few of them spared for ceremonial purposes, and it seems like King Verhoeven's delegate is thin as well.

He freezes when he spots the King. The alpha is huge, with a broad chest and powerful legs, and Max feels the first coil of fear that he's about to get caught, teeth ripping into his neck, taking away his freedom, forcing him to submit—

Mick rumbles again, and Max realizes his scent has gone off, thick with nerves and fear. It's not the impression he wants to give.

He forces the feelings down, lifting his chin as the delegate gets closer. He can smell a few alphas, the sweet scent of an omega or two, and they're all smoothed over in the way that implies a beta within the group, helping keep things easy. There's the spiced scent of the beginnings of a rut that can only be coming from the King.

As much as he doesn't want to be in this situation at all, Max can already feel himself responding to it, scent sweeting slightly in the presence of what should be, by all means, the ideal alpha.

But he's not, and Max needs his brain to work harder than the rest of him, because he can't get caught. He just has to make it until the sun sets, make a mad dash through the woods, and bolt back into the safety of his own group.

He can ride out his heat afterwards in peace, by himself.

Jos has stepped forward to greet the King, and Max is frozen in place as the massive alpha makes his way over. He knows how this part works— he'll be scent marked so that the chasing alpha knows his scent, and then he'll get one hour of a head start to run.

His blood is rushing in his ears as King Verhoeven steps closer to him, directly in his space, and then there's a nose in his neck, pressed against his scent gland—

Max wants to whine, wants to bite, wants to run away, wants to drop to his knees. There's too many conflicting emotions inside of him, and the King's rut scent is muddling his brain.

He's still frozen as the King steps back, pupils blown wide as he looks down at Max.

"It is my honor to chase you today, Maximilian."

Max swallows, salivia thick in his mouth. He doesn't believe him for a second— but he's not going to make it easy either. He doesn't trust his voice, choosing instead to nod slightly, hoping somehow that he isn't broadcasting his nerves.

The rut scent is heavy in his nose, fuzzing out the rest of his brain. Jos is speaking, saying something to rest of the delegate, and Max thinks that maybe Mick is moving next to him, but his rational thinking is falling away, faster then he wanted, faster then he can afford.

Both groups must be able to tell that he's dipping past preheat now, losing his senses one by one, because he hears Jos' voice piercing through the fuzz in his brain, heavy with alpha command.

"Max, go."

He's moving before the words really sink in, darting into the woods. He knows how to do this, even if he's not as aware as he'd like to be, even if he's never slipped this far this fast before.

There's branches whipping against his face as he pushes into a sprint, focusing on getting as much distance as possible. Traps can come after, if he's still coherent enough to make some, but right now he needs—

The river.

His leathers are mostly watertight, a fact he's deeply grateful for as he wades in, counting on the rushing water to help disguise his scent. There's river grass at the bottom, and he's tugging at it, fingers weaving with years of practice. He could make rope in his sleep.

He gets a few long lines finished, looping them around his shoulder for later. If he's able to stake out a good spot, he can set traps, something to make noise that will alert him to run.

He goes downstream with the river for a bit before deciding it's hopefully bought him some time, stepping out on the other side of the riverbank. There's not really any good spots immediately available, but he works in a zigzag pattern, occasionally doubling back over his own scent. It would confuse the average rut addled alpha, but Max isn't convinced King Verhoeven is the average alpha.

He can feel the beginnings of a cramp in his gut, and the river had thankfully cooled him down enough to clear his head some, but he's been out of it long enough that his heat is creeping back in, skin clammy with sweat under his leathers.

Part of him is relying on the hope that King Verhoeven's other omegas haven't been this difficult, and maybe he'll give up, content to let Max go now that he hasn't immediately rolled onto his back and spread his legs.

He's not counting on it entirely though.

Finally, he gets to a rockier area of the woods, carefully picking the most likely spots for a lumbering alpha to try and barge through before securing them with noise traps. He scales the small rock face ahead of him, plastering himself low to the ground at the top to try and look across the rest of the forest.

The sun has started to dip in the sky— he's well over his head start now, and King Verhoeven is in the woods. He can see faint curls of smoke in the distance from the campfires by the delegates, but it's hard to see anything within the woods past the dense foliage.

He scoots backwards, planning his potential escape routes on the other side of the cliff face, when a pang of heat slices through him.

He drops his forehead to the ground, whimpering softly. He's been steadily ignoring the feeling of slick against his thighs, but it's impossible now. He shifts, legs rubbing together as another cramp rolls through him.

There's no opportunity to really get off— not the kind he needs, fingers shoved inside of him— but he can dull the edge a bit, rocking his hips into the palm of his hand. It'll leave a scent mark, slick and arousal and heat soaked omega, but Max had spotted a startlingly close loop of the river nearby.

He feels heat fuzzy and frozen in time, just Max trying to satisfy an urge he knows he can't take care of— and it takes longer than he'd wanted. He whines as he crests gently, barely enough to feel satisfying at all, but enough that he can start his descent of the rock face.

The sun has dipped further than he thought, and he's annoyed at the time he's lost up on the rocks. He freezes when he hears a clatter from the other side of the rock face.

The noise trap.

There's no way Verhoeven has gotten here this quickly, no alpha has ever caught up to Max this fast before— but Max doesn't know how much time he'd lost on the rocks, and King Verhoeven is no ordinary alpha.

He slips quietly back into the underbrush, making his way to the river. It will take a moment to get to the top of the rocks, and if he's really lucky Verhoeven will get distracted at his scent spot.

Max almost cries with relief when he gets back into the water. It brings with it a semi-sharp clarity, tugging away the sticky threads of heat at his brain as he pushes downstream. He's made it a few hours already, he just needs to manage until the sun is setting, and then he can get back to safety— and their people will be safe as well.

The King had promised to honor the agreement even if he didn't catch Max, and Max refuses to end up a concubine in the palace, whelping pups for an alpha he rarely sees.

He's fairly confident that's how that works, anyways.

He makes good time in the river, weaving river grass together as he goes. He'd wasted his other ropes on the noise traps, and he's not entirely sure what he'll do with these ones, but it makes him feel better to have it.

He has to break back into the forest eventually. He's been tracking the sun, watching it dip lower, and he's been fighting through the steadily increasing waves of cramps. Once he leaves the river, he has no doubt that his heat will hit in full force.

Even now, in the water, he feels lightheaded, slightly disoriented. He knows he's started his journey to double back to the delegate camps, but he's not sure how far they are, and he's fairly confident he's at his best opportunity now.

If he wants the shortest, most coherent run back to the camps, he'll have to wait here until the sun dips further. The thought makes him nervous, and he's paranoid enough already, constantly twisting his head, trying to—

He can smell rut. It's faint, but it's on the wind, which means Verhoeven is getting closer. Max can't afford to wait any longer, and he can't go back to camp, and—

He makes a break for it, darting out of the river and into the trees. He follow the riverbank as closely as possible, branches and leaves cutting into his face as he runs. He's going to want to get back in the riverbank eventually, and he doesn't want to gain too much ground, but he needs distance.

His head is starting to fog, thighs uncomfortably wet inside his leathers, balance starting to fail him. He's deeper into his heat than he'd thought, pressing his palm over his stomach to try and soothe the deep ache. It hurts, and he's empty, and there's an alpha that wants him.

Max needs to get back to the river. He can feel the walls closing in on him, rational thoughts flying out the window, and he could swear he smells—

Dirt. Alpha. Hurtneedmoreneedmoreknot—

Max hits the ground hard, wincing preemptively before the knock to his head, but it never comes. A palm cradles the back of his skull, absorbing the impact as they roll, and he immediately starts to struggle, because King Verhoeven is here.

There's a low rumble in his ear, large legs straddling his own, and despite Max's best attempts to buck him off, the alpha is heavy. He settles his weight solidly on top of Max, nose tucking tight to Max's scent gland as he holds his wrists tightly in front of him with one hand, the other still holding his head.

The first brush of his nose against Max's scent gland makes him whine, fighting every instinct telling him to tip his head back and take it.

His heat is burning him up from the inside, hot and boiling as the alpha pins him with his weight. Max is waiting for the bite, for the immediate claim, but there's no scrape of teeth— just the press of his nose, and then a moment later—

Max moans when he licks across his neck, hips bucking up underneath him. The rut scent curling into his brain demands submission, and his own heat makes him desperate, but Max isn't finished yet.

The sky is getting dark above them. If he can make one last mad dash for the camps...

He can feel Verhoeven's heavy cock against his hip, and Max wonders briefly if he'll end up beheaded for this anyways, before he swings his knee up with a vicious snarl, darkly satisfied at the wounded noise the King makes. He puts all of his strength into shoving the alpha off of him, breaking into a panicked sprint.

There's no strategy, no traps, just Max and his desperate need to get out, to get to safety, to get—

The second tackle isn't any gentler than the first. Again, somehow Max doesn't hit his head, but Verhoeven isn't taking any chances, grappling him facedown into dirt. There's a tug at his arm, and Max doesn't realize for a moment what the alpha is doing, until he feels slick river grass wrapping firmly across his wrists, tugging them tight.

He snarls, deep in his chest as he tries to buck out of his grasp anyways. Using Max's own rope against him—

There's a heavy hand in his hair, shoving his head back down as he feels a knee pin him across his back.

The river grass gets looped around his ankles as well, tugged tight. An alpha in their rut shouldn't even remember how to tie rope, but Max finds his bonds have no give at all.

He tugs despite this until there's a low growl directly in his ear, dangerous.

It makes Max freeze. Verhoeven makes a pleased noise before burying his nose in his neck again, taking a deep inhale. Max flinches when he feels heavy hands at his waist, thick fingers locating the different buckles.

He whines, a desperate attempt to make the alpha take pity on him, but all it gets him is a low rumble next to his ear, and a tongue flicking across his scent gland, large hips pressed flush to his ass.

He yanks at the ropes again, dull panic clashing with the arousal of his heat. He's never taken a knot before, he doesn't want to get bit, he's scared—

Verhoeven gets most of his leather successfully unstrapped, pressing his chest along Max's back before crooning softly.

His chest is vibrating with a low rumble, nosing into Max's neck gently, and he only realizes a moment later that the alpha is trying to soothe him. He hates that it's working, muscles starting to relax under his weight, head tipping to the side to expose more of his neck.

There's a large hand stroking down his side, like Max is a spooked horse and not a panicking omega, but the pheromones are getting to him.

His hands and feet are bound, and the sky is dark. He's missed his chance to get back to the camps in time— he's lost. Even if the King doesn't knot him here on the forest floor, by all rules, he's won the chase. Max belongs to him now.

Tears burn hot at his eyes as he dips his head to the dirt, all the fight leaving his body at once.

It's over.

A cramp rolls through him and he whines, but even that sounds defeated, and he's limp underneath Verhoeven, who makes a concerned noise before carefully flipping Max onto his back.

Like this, he can see the chase has also taken its toll on the alpha, cuts across his face, clothing partially ripped and wet. Verhoeven leans in, pressing the side of their faces together as he rumbles.

His fingers are skating lower as he peels away the leathers, Max's slick heat scent filling the air around him. He whimpers, thighs falling open despite himself, because it hurts.

He's lost anyways— what does it matter if the King takes what he wants?

Verhoeven makes another low noise, teeth scraping across Max's scent gland. He thinks momentarily of how many other omegas the alpha must have back at the palace, how many other times he's tackled and knotted someone in the woods. For a brief moment, it fills him with rage. This is the rest of his life now, by no fault of his own, and if King Verhoeven thinks he can just get away with treating Max like any other omega—

He snarls, low in his throat, chest rattling with the force of it. The alpha rears back in surprise, and it's all the opening Max needs to lunge forward, to get his teeth wrapped around his scent gland.

He catches a flash of stunned hazel eyes.

Max bites.

[neptunescore]

Currently thinking abt a Carcar AU, except it's Oscar's first year in Mclaren, Carlos is Oscar's race engineer, and they just don't get along. Clipped radio msgs between the both of them, awkward team briefings and just overall Oscar does not like Carlos.

But Carlos is trying, he loves this job and he loves Mclaren and him and Lando are such good friends and he knows if he doesn't get along with Oscar the team will have to give the position to someone else; that's just how the sport works.

So he invades Oscar's personal space, ambushes him in the paddock, forces him to hang out together randomly during race weeks, all in hopes of Oscar just clicking back with him. Because he likes Oscar. Likes his deadpan sarcasm and his snide comebacks. He just doesn't understand why Oscar doesn't like him back.

All of a sudden, communication is way better. Oscar's getting good results, and while he is confused as to why Carlos is always trying to spend time with him, he just chalks it up to him being a weird guy and convinces himself he's happier bc he gets to make fun of anything Carlos does even more now.

Then. A race goes wrong. Oscar is pissed. He's mad. He's rushing into his garage and pushing at Carlos and hissing insults and— Zak is pulling him away. He's being talked to now. They're telling him they thought he and Carlos had figured it out, but obv not and how they have been finding him a new race engineer and — if he'd like — Oscar could talk to him first, see if they get along.

Oscar's shocked. He didn't even think of this being a possibility, but wait what. He should be happy, he hates Carlos! But. He doesn't want Carlos to go. He wants Carlos to stay right here. They've improved so much together, and Oscar has never felt more soothed than he has with that accented rumble in his ears. And don't the team absolutely adore Carlos? What does Zak mean they might replace him? Carlos loves this job. They can't do that to him. They can't just fire Carlos—

Oh. Oh.

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking of two magic users who have similar powers, but they draw from different sources.

Like, where one depends on their intense emotions to produce magic, the other has to stay completely calm.

Even better if one teaches the other, unknowingly causing their student harm in the process.

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *30*

If anyone would ask Bruce how he could have known, he would tell them that it is obvious. Phantom - the new part-time member of the Young Justice - who seemed to be forever young and their new engineer Danny Fenton who is in his early twenties have perfectly fitting schedules. When Fenton is working in the Watchtower, Phantom will be unavailable for the Young Justice and vice versa. Also, the pranks started after both of these figures appeared. Of course one could argue that they could just be related or somehow knew each other otherwise, but the pranks that were pulled on all of the mentors of the Young Justice were only possible with Phantom Powers. And because of the new Ghost Shield the young hero wouldn't be able to just fly into the Watchtower and had to use the Zeta-Tube, what would mean that they should be able to look at the logs. But Phantom never entered the Watchtower while the pranks were under way. And as soon as his team really needed him, Fenton would make an excuse to leave work early.

What he wouldn't tell anyone, is that he saw how Fenton had transformed himself into Phantom, shortly before the Flash got up to run for a snack, just to fall down because his ankles had been cuffed together.

And maybe he helped him from time to time, with a well timed question to distract his fellow heros. Because the motive became clear really fast. Everytime someone got pranked, that someone had done something to ignite the wrath of the younger heros.

All of that also meant two things.

First of all, as soon as Danny was at work, Batman would be extra aware of his surroundings. The pranks never worked on him, which meant he had to dodge more attempts for the rest of the day.

And secondly: He should talk to Tim, after he found out how he had put his foot in his mouth this time, since he just saw his spoon move in his coffee mug without anyone's involvement. He just let his (probably salty) coffee go cold, brooding. Maybe he should go home early today and spend some quality time with his son...

[sayaqta]

sniper ship week; day 6 - maintenance

engineer is probably telling her how strong her gunslinger is and how she made it. lesbians do flirt like this. don’t ask me how i know it.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.