#geometry is nice too

[kawa-kir]

New song and animation, two for one, eh?

Been working on it since mid january.

After this ill take a break from long projects and focus on funguary.

Lemon Demon's Ivanushka is gonna play on loop for a while on my phone.

#pixel art #pixel animation #pixel illustration #art #animation #weird art #geometry #this took way too long #project got way too big #but im happy #pixel artist #commisions open #just dm me #isometric #isometric pixel art #aseprite #bosca ceoil #have a nice day #chiptune #kawa kir #finished

[fragmentedblade]

This seems to be a reference to Lorentz transformations? The first formula is apparently a derivation, and seems to be the inverse of the time part of the transformation (there's a space part too), for what I've been able to find.

The second formula is Newton's second law.

#I don't know physics so I've had to read about Lorentz transformations and I'm still unsure because I lack a lot of context #But it seems extremely interesting #It all seems to work so well with everything else Ratio has going on. The needed reference frame works well with his line in his ultimate #It seems the framework are usually cartesian coordinates? I have to check if it's not that in later physics #It all also seems to work in a Hilbert space for what I've read but I wonder if that's always the case #iirc Gauss was quite set on non euclidean geometry working on larger spaces #For what I've understood Newton used Galilean transformations and Einstein did Lorentz #Lorentz though still takes into account Galilean transformations and includes time if I've understood right? #Reading about this has made Poincaré look more interesting than he had ever before to me maybe I should look into it again #But mostly I've been thinking of Riemann. I don't know anything about any of this #but for what little I know of Riemann it crossed my mind several times that some of what I've read tonight pertaining Lorentz #would work nicely with him. Something about pseudo Euclidean spaces too iirc made me think that #I kept thinking of him from time to time so I was surprised I never actually saw him mentioned #Oh that reminds me I ended up finding an essay that proposed unlike atoms matter could be infinitely reduced and its implications #It was an extremely interesting read if nothing else also due to how it waved different fields. But I'm rambling #Veritas Ratio #Traces #I talk too much #Sorry for the tag again but I want to be able to find this in the future #I can't believe going to those group theory classes for fun has been useful in any way in my life #even if to help me understand with a little more ease something I ended up reading due to a gacha game haha #I don't remember much of what I studied back then but it was enough to recognise what was going on at times #and not struggle to understand the very very very basics of some things I read #ANYWAY again on my bullshit but so much of this could work nicely in Penacony and it will be so sad if they do nothing with it #Also I forgot to add that dp/dt is also used in medicine #It's a blood pressure ratio iirc but I haven't looked more into it bevande it seemed clear to me it was Newton's second law #Especially with the F. But I mention this to save the information. Who knows #Perhaps the formula was intended to be taken with that double sense to reference his medical facet #and perhaps it was intended also as a joke if it's really a ratio. I still think it's just Newton but yes I'm writing this down just in case

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

theres this guy in me geometry class who i have this like. friendly rivalry? kind of? we pretend to hate eachother for sillies and make a bunch of jokes at the other expense (PURELY GODDAMN PLATONIC I SWEAR ON MOTHERS LIFE ITS FRIENDLY)

and so hes hispanic right (this is relevant i promise 💀) so whenever i make a joke about him he'll be like 'its because im hispanic, right???? are you racist🤨' and make one about me and i go 'what are you, ableist??? youre making fun of a disabled person, thats ableism dylan😤' and you know i just

i think everyone needs that kind of person

like you arent really friends but you dont actually hate eachother and its just for funnies and to make eachother laugh

#does this make sense #like he's a nice guy in general and hes funny but theres no way in gods green earth id date him #i think he has a girlfriend too but he mightve lied #anyway his name is dylan and geometry classes are a blast now

[thecoolertails]

sonic frontiers jukebox is really good, i wasn't actually expecting to care abt it much but the added collectibles of the songs (some being in obscure places that i made the effort to get to before just for fun, so having a collectible there is nice) + the whole feature of you being able to replace the background music whenever you want easily with the d-pad is great and gives the game a whole different energy depending on the song. makes me really excited for future games with a more typical go-get-em sonic atmosphere. i love frontiers soundtrack and i think it's one of the best in the series but playing it with the more upbeat music from other games is like WEEEEEEE!! yk

#also i have to say once again. ares island is BY FAR the best island it's soooo fun #kronos island is also good #i always start to lose interest with chaos island and then obviously rhea is underutilized (idk if there's songs to collect there now) #(haven't checked yet. i would put songs there tho if i was them bc there's a bunch of totally unused geometry there) #(that was clearly supposed to be something more) #and the last island is better than chaos but the pacing is all weird in that part of the game and it's not as good as kronos or ares #but like i've said. sonic 1 was the same way with green hill zone #and then they came out with sonic 2 and blew everyone's dicks off so #i have high hopes in general #that's besides the point tho #i havent relaly checked out any of the rest of the update stuff. besides obvious things like hermit/elder koco speed ups (good) #and what i personally care more about which is DISABLING THE SLOTS THANK GOD #oh and disabling the power boost cutscene is cool too. it never bothered me but it is nice having it turned off #my posts

[transmascnepetaleijon]

shit and fuck. first set of finals tomorrow

#uuouughhguo #at least its the last algebra thing ill have to do before break #if. i dont fail algebra. which i think i wont cus im pretty good at it #however. next week. geometry. #honestly i think im hanging by a thread in. too many subjectd #its cus i forget to do hw and turn in projects (also i suck on like half of them) #highschool is a BITCH #at least the people are nice #i should take the weekend off to finish up homework+projects #so i can like. at *least* say i turned them in even if theyre not in schedule #cus fr who cares at this point. pity points are points nonetheless #txt

[myname-isnia]

Me: Okay, you know what? We had four shitty days this week and it's friday. Today, we're gonna have a good day. We'll go to school, get through the lessons, come home and relax and look forward to the weekend. No stressing, no crying, no spirals. Nothing

Random chemistry test: Hi :))))))

#look #I suck at anything that isn't history or English in school #and I'm excused from english #math based subjects are incomprehensible to me #algebra geometry chemistry physics. all of that #I got a c #I have NEVER gotten a c before #and it should have been an f because I skipped an entire section #but the teacher is nice and didn't want to fail me #I just genuinely don't get it #I've had it explained to me a bajillion times #I don't understand it #it's not the teacher's fault #I'm just a little stupid #not only have my russian grades started slipping. now this too #and look. I don't care about chemistry. it's not an exam I have to take #but it's a hit to my ego #and with my rapidly declining mental health it's just too much #seems like I'm in for another cry once I get home #again #:/

[searchingforserendipity25]

There are some things Davenport knows.

He counts them sometimes, the things he knows.

His name; how to tie his shoes with twelve different knots; how the Madame Director likes her coffee.

The rules of playing Fantasy Chess, and how to cheat at Fantasy Chess too.

How to tell when someone is afraid

How to make his bed, so tight and neat he can drop a coin on it and it jumps, newly polished and gleaming, right back into his hand

How to bandage up to twenty different kinds of injuries

How to make the best sea chowder on the Moon Base, and also on the planet

How to press a uniform so it lasts a week and several explosions with no crinkled corners

How to organise reports with proper colour-coding techniques

Not a great many words, when it comes to that - slippery as fishtails, words, hard to grasp in the mind and impossible to put into his mouth

How to laugh, and how to cry

How to be helpful, if not always in the most efficient way

Some very complicated geometry and arithmetic, though not the word for geometry, nor how to write down an equation to explain how he got his results.His name, the names of his colleagues, where he is, what time of the day it is, what happened yesterday.

His name, his name, even when he doesn't know anything else, his name is Davenport -

Most days, anyway

He cries, sometimes, over bowls of spicy soup and at cute dogs, when someone leaves a book half-open on the table - when he sees groups of people laughing, and when he's alone for a long time. He is rarely alone. The Madame Director finds him, every time. Brings him biscuits and jam, shares puzzles, gives him folders to file.

She tries to teach him new words from brightly coloured books, sometimes. Not often; Davenport hates to make her unhappy, and she looks very sad, whenever he fails. He hates failing - this he knows for certain. But regardless of what he does, the Director is sad a lot of the time. Busy, busy; but she goes very still, late at night, and writes lists in strange languages with shifting characters, and then burns them, with a look on her face like stone, like a closed fist. He sweeps the ashes, afterwards; there's nothing in them he can understand.

No one sees her in those hours. Only Davenport is there, with no one else around. Davenport does not count as company, really. Or at least the Madame Director trusts him enough to let him see her when it's very late and she is very tired, and there is too much work for a night's rest.

It's nice, being trusted. Davenport likes it, likes his little tasks, his schedule and his friends. He knows every corner of the Moon Base, except the ones he is not supposed to enter; he has a little map sewn into his coat pocket, for when he forgets he knows every corner of the Moon Base.

He loves slow music, and sea chowder, and to drink his tea (the Director makes it, sometimes; she knows just how he likes it) while standing behind the transparent windows and watch the planet down below, all green and blue and changeful, like a face with many moods.

He knows he likes these things.

It is only that, sometimes, Davenport is very full of a painful feeling, a feeling like being full of smoldering fire, a feeling like --

Anger has no face, no colour. Davenport does not know a lot of things; sometimes he grasps at the softened edges of his mind, looking for something sharp enough to cut himself with. Davenport is angry, sometimes, though he has no words for it. Sometimes, anger is the only real thing in Davenport's world, the first thing he ever knew.

And then he forgets about it.

There are few things Davenport knows. He can feel the shape of something very important, prodding at him, filling him up with a warm, unpleasant energy. It is there when he wakes, for a handful of moments - every day, in the dreaming place between wakefulness and sleep. Like a dream, it fades before he is done dressing for the day. He has no words for it. The truth is, most days Davenport only knows his name is Davenport, and the worst of it is Davenport forgets there might be anything missing.

#davenport #lucretia #taz #taz balance #fic #my fics #taz fics #taz balance fic

[spockandawe]

Lectern Book Case Dimensions

Lectern books!!!!

Once again, I'm running further behind than I wanted to be, but I said I was going to do geometry to this thing, and goshdarnit, when has being redundant stopped me before.

Only, I don't think I'm being entirely redundant. I've seen other people do the basic geometry, but I wanted to come up with something that was completely customizable, from the viewing angle to the size of the hinge gaps. I wanted something that would work for books that were too large to be traced and drawn directly onto my available boards (cough cough, my latest wip).

I'm not dumping that entire writeup in a tumblr post, because I'm a dirty filthy engineer who littered the entire thing with subscripts and greek letters. I had such a good time, I'm not sorry at all. But here's what I do have for you. I made a nice diagram writeup of my dimensions and the equations that drive them. Tumblr's resolution may sabotage me, so a link to a google drive pdf copy will follow

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QlycJjwsweGxPmR0InFTpqy9DXLIfDnB/view?usp=sharing

Here's a copy of the final version of my handwritten notes that drove this, which I share for my personal satisfaction

And now, here's a link to a google doc describing my process, equations included, and including a partial discussion of how to assemble the case.

This still isn't quite as accessible as I would like it to be, I do want to have a version of this that someone who DOESN'T bind books can still follow. I'm in the middle of building a prototype that will hold a standard three-ring binder. I'm going to keep working on that, but I think my personal life is about to get bananas, and I don't want to just leave this sitting on my computer taking up space.

Like with the fore edge painting slideshow, I'm not an expert, and I'm not the final word. I worked out this process for my own satisfaction, and the next step in satisfying myself is that I want to enable more people to do cool things. Take this, copy it to other platforms, share it with your friends, hoard it on your hard drive if you think it will be useful. It would be cool to get named for credit if you repost it, but that's not my main priority here. This is what I have for now, and I want to share it! Anyone who tries this, have fun!!!

Edit: This comic is literally me dumping a huge column of equations out on an unsuspecting audience

So I've added a spreadsheet link within the google doc! If you open it up and make a personal copy, it should let you enter your input values and it will spit out the dimensions of a trapezoid and two triangles for you. I have not had an opportunity to test it, please move with caution before cutting up a bunch of boards, but that was a hilarious gap in my goal of making this craft ""accessible,"" hahaha

#crafts #bookbinding #lectern books

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is an interior designer for the ultra rich; he moves furniture around to lighten "engeries" and increase "flow". It's a hodgepodge of bastardized fung shui and geometry, because Hob is a conman. And thief.

His interior design persona and "firm" was a cover Hob was using to case some rich asshole's house. Hob wasn't even trying to sell the bit really, he moved a single chair, but after the job (this guy was obliviously so rich that he hasn't seemed to notice Hob's theft 🤷🏽‍♀️) Hob's mark recommended him to his other rich douche friends.

So high-end interior design is now Hob's side hustle. He's still a thief and conman, but now he's legally (sort of) conning marks. Hob is just as surprised as you.

He has just been hired to design the new bachelor pad for one Dream Endless - artist, socialite, philanthropist. If the name sounds familiar, it's because he just had an amazingly loud divorce play out in the press from partner no. 3 (there were two other marriages and one kidlet, for Mr. Endless). And it seems like the ex got all the friends and support in the divorce.

Hob was hired by some assistant, a Matthew, so he's yet to meet Mr. Endless, but if the various paparazzi photos are right, he should certainly be nice to look at.

Yeah, those paparazzi photos did not do him justice -- watching Dream swim in little tiny speedos is Hob's new religion. If Hob were a better man, he wouldn't be scheming to become Mr. Endless the 4th.

Mr Endless the 4th... and hopefully the last. I reckon Hob will want to stick around! I am absolutely tickled by this au, tbh. I think Hob needs to keep on scamming rich people and stealing their furniture as much as he wants.

Dream's requests for the design were basically "I want it all to be black" and also "leave me alone when I'm doing my art" - two things that Hob is a little bit disappointed about. He doesn't really care about interior design, but all black? Minimalism? Dream deserves better. And Hob definitely doesn't want to leave him alone! But if he can at least watch Dream, that's good enough for now.

He makes a few adjustments to what Dream requested. There's plenty of black, sure, but there's also stained glass and light streaming into the apartment. There's beautiful stone flooring in the kitchen (heated, of course). Hob gets the most amazing four poster bed for his new favourite client, all silk sheets and black-out curtains. He spends all day dreaming about making sweet love to Mr Endless in between those sheets.

And Dream seems to be getting used to having Hob around. Plus he begrudgingly approves of his design choices. Eventually he opens up about his miserable dating life, and Hob is always so sympathetic. He doesn't lay it on too thick (Dream is smart enough to spot a gold-digger!), he's just kind. Is Dream really making him into a better person?!

Well, maybe not. Hob is still a thief, and he's definitely still scamming his clients with the whole "vibrations" thing. He's also definitely perving on Mr Endess in the swimming pool. But when Dream does finally make a move and shyly kisses Hob while inspecting the latest updates to the interior design... Hob takes him to bed very gently. He lays Dream out on the silky sheets and fucks him so sweetly, so lovingly, telling him how worthy and beautiful he is. Things that Dream has never heard before.

Hob settles into the bed when Dream falls asleep on him afterwards - and rest assured, he intends to stay. Hopefully with a ring on his finger. But he's not getting ahead of himself, don't you worry.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[lowkeyrobin]

Jock!reader who's like really nice to everyone and has a crush on Ethan and tries to flirt with him while Ethan is tutoring him and FAILS MISERABLY and Ethan just thinks it the most adorable thing ever ahhhh plss🙏

- ♣️

YES YES YES HELLO ♣️ ANON!!! welcome my third child 🙏🙏🙏🙏 literallt love u sm thank you for this pookie

ETHAN MORGAN ; flirty jock and flustered geek

summary ; jock!reader who has a crush on ethan and fails successfully to flirt with him

warnings ; language, cheesey stuff lol, reader is described as a basketball player but can totally be changed, this also isn't that great tbh

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You rest your letterman jacket on the back of the chair you sit on, being greeted by Ethan. He opens his binder to the homework in the Geometry packet, and you do the same, mentally preparing yourself. You notice his white binder is covered in stickers and some reference to vampires, witches, the supernatural, and beyond. Ethan was kind of your friend, you were more than acquaintances but you didn't talk outside of Geometry and English class.

You were one of the very few nice people on the basketball team, or maybe you were just a decent person and didn't judge people all too quickly. Otherwise, you didn't mind needing the tutoring from Ethan, you appreciated it really, if you failed another test you could be at risk for getting kicked off the team and you might lose the opportunity for a scholarship to college.

"Okay, so, what exactly do you need help with?" The brunette asks, looking up at you as he runs a hand through his hair, looking a little nervous.

"I just don't know how to like, figure out what shape they are like, how Mr. D wants us to, and like how to find the second base or the height" You explain, "Like, I know how I just can't remember the like, equations, I guess. And when I do, I get the math wrong"

He nods, "Okay, so, you know how to find the areas and perimeters well enough, though, right?"

You nod.

As he begins to explain how to solve your problems, you notice his orange t-shirt, accentuating the perfectly placed blush on his cheeks, faint but definitely pink. The way he spoke to dumb it down for you a bit but to not infantilize you made you smile a bit, seeing as he cared about your feelings. You notice him rub the nape of his neck, seemingly anxious or nervous around you, or maybe uncomfortable because he didn't know how to teach, like how Mr. D should be teaching you this and not poor Ethan, wasting his study hall for you.

You were already very, very aware of your crush on Ethan Morgan. He was your every thought, he was in your blood, in your ears, in your eyes, and in your tears. (weezer reference)

But, now was not the time to dilly dally about with high school crushes, these next 35 minutes could potentially determine your entire future. You needed this free ride to college, otherwise you'd turn into another old person working a job that pays minimum wage for maximum effort.

As time lugged on, you couldn't help but not focus on your homework and instead focus on Ethan and his gorgeous face. He looks back up at you after asking a question, seeing you were totally zoned out staring at him.

"Y/n?" He waves a hand in front of your eyes, trying to snap you back to reality. (eminem reference, wow I'm on a roll today)

You blink, "Oh, shit, sorry, uh, what'd you say, pretty boy?"

You couldn't even think about the words spilling out of your mouth until after they already fell. Those words hit Ethan like a falling anvil, his face turning bright red as he tries to shrug it off as you were just surprised and trying to be nice to him.

"Uh, this is the equation, uhm, try solving it"

You awkwardly nod, writing down the equation and putting in the numbers with the respective variables. You solve the equation, ending up with 24 for the height. He looks confused, having got a different answer. He scooches over to you, trying to figure out where you went wrong.

"Y'know, you're like a walking calculator. A cute one though" You shrug, he looks at you with a slightly confused and amused face, "I dunno what that even means, sorry"

He nods, "Oh, okay, you I think multiplied by two instead of dividing"

"Oh, whoops" You pick your pencil back up, fixing your mistake.

"There you go!" Ethan smiles, "It's just little mistakes, you'll build on it" He lightly pats your shoulder.

"Did you know Ancient Romans used to brush their teeth with their urine? And it actually worked?" You randomly ask him, fidgeting with your pencil.

Ethan blinks, slightly confused before he lightly laughs. "I hate you, focus on the Geometry, no stalling"

"Do you hate me or are we about to kiss right now?"

"Dude. Did you get that off Pinterest or something?"

"...Yeah"

He hides a laugh and bites his lip, "Okay so you-"

"Damn, are you Terms and Conditions? Cause I'd love to blindly agree to whatever you say"

Ethan quickly covers his mouth, "Shut up!"

You laugh a bit, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't sleep for shit last night and I'm getting frustrated cause I don't understand this"

"You'll learn!" Ethan smiles, shaking you lightly by the shoulders.

Some time later, the bell is about to ring, dismissing you to lunch.

"Thanks Eth" You lightly smile, "Oh, uh-" You reach into your backpack, pulling out some homemade cookies in a plastic Tupperware, handing them to him. "These are for you. I have to go to lunch in a second" You say, pulling your backpack over your shoulders, carrying your binder and pencil in hand.

"Oh- thank you!" He smiles, watching you stand up. The smile falters a bit due to awkwardness, "Uh- I have lunch next period too-"

"Bye Ethan, see you later! Love you, dude!"

Ethan is left confused and slightly shocked, cheeks a little red.

He knew you had a crush on him, he felt the same way, but he loved seeing you miserably fail to flirt with him. You were no romantic, if anything, a hopeless romantic in your thoughts.

He smiles, looking down at the red-lid Tupperware, seeing soft, chocolate chip cookies inside, his favorite.

"Thanks, Y/n," He whispers with a little smile, then gathers up his binder and books, shoving them in his backpack.

He notices a tingling feeling in his face, feeling a familiar warmth on his face as he thought about the nicknames and dumb pickup lines you'd spilled out of your lips that past half hour. God, would he love to kiss those lips of yours. He sighs, realizing he should definitely let you do that some more before he asks about it at all.

Thankfully, he'd been able to have slipped a note into your binder before you left.

"Hey Y/n! If you need any help tomorrow I'll be in the library. Bring your pickup lines with you, and I might help you not get kicked off the team. -Ethan"

#lowkeyrobin #mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan mbav #benny weir #rory keaner #♣️ anon #rory mbav #mbav oneshot #ethan morgan oneshot #gn reader #they/them reader #rory keaner x reader #benny weir x reader

[fragmentedblade]

Does Ratio have snake eyes because of Delphi? 👀

#He's kind of charming but some of his gestures are the same as Jing Yuan's such as the hand movement and the head tilt #so maybe that's why? #Anyway... I guess being linked to snakes somewhat was more or less predictable given the overall apollonian air #Still 3/4 wondering 1/4 wishing he is related in some way to the Masked Fools or the Mourning Actors #Make this Nietzsch.e enjoyer happier (still) please #Also geometry is nice and pythagoreanism is among my favourite things #but if accompanying that and the platonism he had some mathematical analysis going on as well then it would all be perfect #Perfect for what? Well‚ my tastes and interests mainly haha #I talk too much

[hometoursandotherstuff]

At first I thought that something fell on this house from the sky, but then I saw that the 1991 home in Los Angeles, California has a name- Meet Constellation 167 designed by Eric Owen Moss, as a love letter to the geometry that exists in nature and life. 4bds, 5ba, $11.995M.

It's quite a large home, when you see it at this angle.

And, it's surprisingly beautiful inside.

I never expected it to look like this. It just looked a dented old Quonset Hut. Look at the 3rd fl. balcony.

Of course it's beautifully furnished, too.

Instead of a chandelier in the dining room, bulbs are set into the beams.

The kitchen is so attractive. It has wood cabinetry, but it also has metal, a feature that looks like a steel girder, a mezzanine, and all sorts of architectural interest.

Lovely view from the kitchen window.

Comfortable family room is off the kitchen.

Look at the interesting stairs from the mezzanine.

Looking down on the living room from above.

Ultra modern primary bedroom has shelving that continues up the ceiling in a skylight. Also has a nice fireplace in front of the bed.

The en-suite. The cabinetry in this home has a definitely MCM look, even though it was built in 1991.

I'm fascinated by the mezzanine designs. They're like works of art.

Cool Zen yoga area.

Very large desk, if you need a serious home office.

Wow.

Beautiful lap pool.

#modern house #houses #house tours #home tutors #architecture

[brainrotdotorg]

The skills ranked by how nice they would be to cuddle

Logic: does not know how to un-tense even a little bit. His lack of physical stability makes him difficult to put any of your body weight onto. 2/10.

Encyclopedia: will probably read you something or just read out loud for his own enjoyment while you hold him. So his hands are gonna be occupied by holding the book— but he will always lean his head on yours if you put it on his shoulder, and that’s nice. His palms are a bit clammy anyway. 7/10.

Drama: I feel like he takes all the sheets for himself. And he can tell if you aren’t comfortable, and he’s gonna take it personally. Physically, his texture is lumpy but not unpleasant. 4.9/10

Rhetoric:will talk the whole time. If you listen to one sided political debates as ASMR, this may be a comfortable experience for you. Otherwise, I’m sorry he’s taking up a solid 89% of the bed. 3.4/10

Conceptualization: tries to get creative with it. Who gives a shit about spooning. Let’s invent “the tongs”. Definitely not boring to snuggle up with! 6.7/10 sometimes you don’t need to get experimental with it.

Visual calculus: knows exactly how to make the geometry of your bodies fit together in order to maximize comfort. The light coming off of him can lower down to an ambient dim. Very kissable lips that will give you a gentle smooch goodnight. Look, his eyes are half closed anyway, he wants to relax. Probably actually the best choice! 10/10.

Volition: matter of fact about it. Will stroke your hair until you fall asleep and is very valiant in making you cozy. However the moment you do start sleeping he slips away. 7.5/10 for cuddle experience itself but minus points for leaving : (

Inland empire: the starry bits can be fun to watch like one of those projector lights. Very skinny so not a lot to hold onto. Their heads weird shape means that you’ll have to get interesting with pillow formations but I think it’s worth the effort. 8/10

Empathy: knows exactly how you’re feeling but they feel obligated to listen to your innermost thoughts and opinions that really don’t matter that much, but they insist they want you to be SO comfortable. Dude, I don’t mind that you have sweaty hands. Keep them wrapped around me. 8.7/10

Esprit de corps: officer we’ve got a code 113, snuggle emergency, let me get up in your body gap and wear you like a blanket thank youuuu 9/10

Authority: he has to be big spoon or death. Does not give you the option to get up and turn the light off. No. Stay here and don’t you dare move. 5.2/10 it’s nice that he at least cares.

Suggestion: sure you can snuggle, but he convinces you to be in the position that he really wants to be in. The twisty bits are configured weird and when you figure out how to make it comfy you will not be able to adjust. 4/10

Endurance: will never be the first to get up. Almost turns it into a competition— look man, I’d love to lay with you all day, but I’ve got things to do. Super wide so he can be slept on like a bed though 6.1/10

Pain threshold: OW THERE ARE FUCKING SPIKES!!! Girl I love you but 0/10

Physical Instrument: too much of a jock to display any real tenderness. Holds you like he’s trying to suplex you horizontally. 5.2/10 for the muscle but he’s flexing the whole time.

Electro chemistry: how does it feel to be hugged by a dozen horny pythons? 9/10 if you’re looking to cuddlefuck 3.7/10 if not

Shivers: probably will not be able to fit on your futon. ??/10

Half light: if you can ignore the claws you won’t be able to ignore the teeth. Kicks and thrashes in her sleep. You can feel her heartbeat and it’s really fast. 4.2/10.

Hand/eye coordination: gives you a head rub and a back rub and a shoulder massage and a belly rub and . 9/10

Perception: will absolutely remark on ever sensation coming from you that she is experiencing. I’m glad I smell nice and I feel good and you can hear my breathing. She is also if a smoke machine was a person. 7/10

Reaction speed: speed is not an important component of cuddling. Can’t stop shifting around. Impossible to get comfortable with someone who wants to change positions every two minutes. If the remote falls off the couch, she will catch it. 2.8/10

Savoir Faire: six arms to hold you but he’s not gonna stop talking about his hustler bullshit. No head does make for some innovative cuddling positions though. 5.3/10

Interfacing: he would rather be holding a machine. If you wear anything with buttons or loose threads he’s gonna pull at them. He’s also for sure gonna talk about how ballpoint pens work. Maybe put on some how it’s made to watch in order to keep him entertained. 6.3/10

Composure: take composure’s portrait. Now turn it 90 degrees. That’s how composure cuddles. 1/10

#disco elysium #the skills #the furies

[dodger-chan]

AO3 still seems to be having issues, so here's the beginning of some a steddie fic set between seasons two and three that I don't think I'm going to do anything with:

The Morning After

Eddie woke up slowly. First his body, pulling him out of bed. His brain made a half-hearted attempt to get going, prodding him to reach for a cigarette and the half finished beer he’d left by his bed. He’d just gotten the cigarette lit when the memory of jerking off Steve Harrington hit his brain like a bucket of cold water.

He’d had sex with Steve Harrington.

They’d left the party at the same time. Pure coincidence; Eddie running out of party favors to sell right around when Harrington had decided he was done for the night.

Eddie had started it with a playfully flirtatious comment on his hair. Instead of an insult, Harrington had responded in the same vein. Surprising, but not shocking; Harrington had a tendency to mirror the behavior of the people around him. And while he wasn’t naturally nice, he was naturally charming, even when he was drunk.

Eddie should have left it alone, but he hadn’t exactly been sober himself and the escalating game of gay chicken had seemed harmless amusement until they were kissing.

His traitorous memory claimed Harrington was the one who shifted the interaction from verbal to physical, but that didn’t seem right. Harrington hadn’t been that drunk.

Probably at that moment - or maybe a couple of hours ago; Eddie wasn’t an early riser - on the rich side of town, Harrington was remembering that he’d touched the freak’s dick. That he’d let the freak touch his dick. He would not be happy about it, and he’d have the whole weekend to devise some sort of revenge.

Eddie had had sex with Steve Harrington and he was going to pay for it.

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Steve woke up to a pounding headache, almost unbearable nausea, and the distinct feeling he had forgotten something important. The newspaper on the porch said it was Saturday. He remembered taking a test on Friday. Geometry, so he’d probably even passed it. That meant all he’d forgotten was Heather’s party.

Steve felt a knot in his stomach loosen. It wasn’t some unknown horror from beyond fucking with his head. He’d just gotten trashed at a party. Hopefully he wouldn’t have too much to apologize for.

#stranger things #steddie #short ficlet #my fic #if anyone would like to write what comes next i'd love to read it

[captain-mj]

Can we get a part 2 of Eldritch King Köing and summoner Horangi 🤭

Part 1

Horangi didn't notice anything different. At first. He had dreams of deep water, the stars surrounding him, being held by something thousands of times bigger than him. It felt like a hand cradled his body, a warmth surrounding him that he had never experienced. A tingling sensation across his skin that, while not pleasurable, was also not unpleasant.

However, that wasn't unheard of for invokers. Sometimes you summon something and your mind has a hard time with it. No big deal. He brushed it and the nickname off.

Horangi sat through a very boring meeting. All of the invokers in the area tried to meet up occasionally, just to warn each other of anything they summoned that may be problematic. He noticed his debtor were absent.

Did Koenig...

"Unfortunately," Calisto appeared next to him, "they were found foaming from the mouth, driven insane."

"Oh..." Yep. Koenig. He shuddered.

"Invoker Horangi." The meeting leader called on him. "Anything you need to report?"

Horangi hesitated. "Possibly." This was embarrassing more than anything.

"...possibly?" She looked confused.

"Uh... I tried to summon my patron. And I may have summoned... Koenig."

She laughed. "What?? What do you mean Koenig?"

Horangi blinked, not sure if he should be offended or not.

"Oh, you're serious." She looked startled. "By accident?? You summoned the King of the Deep by accident??"

"I mean... When was the last time someone attempted to summon him?"

"You don't! Are you sure it wasn't a thing pretending to be him?"

Horangi glanced at the empty seats. "So you see... I struck a deal... I just wanted money, but..."

She stared at the seats and everyone realized. "You didn't SPECIFY???"

"I did!! I just... apparently... didn't do it well enough."

She shook her head. "I swear Horangi, you're a criminal..."

Stiletto chipped in. "And you're... okay?"

"I've checked. No signs of madness, hidden knowledge or sacred geometry. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"What did you offer him?"

"He did it pro bono. He thought I was funny." Horangi lied. No one accepted it.

"Their souls? Your soul?"

"Eldritch beings don't care about souls."

"Fuck, you're right. Your body as a vessel of destruction?" Calisto turned to him.

Horangi sighed. "I had sex with him."

They went quiet before someone uttered a very quiet "what"

"He fucked me. I don't know man. It was good. He didn't stay the night afterwards."

"You..." Stiletto rubbed her temples. "That was your plan?"

"No! It was not! He asked!"

"I cannot... fucking believe this...."

Horangi shrugged.

"So how big was it?" Declan asked.

Horangi thought about it and they all leaned in. "It's fourth dimensional. I mean... It was huge but it didn't make sense. Pretty sure he had shrunk down for me. Very nice of him honestly. I doubt I could have ever walked again if he hadn't fixed me afterward."

"My gods... And you just survived... That's crazy."

Horangi hummed. "Are we done now?"

"Done?? You fucked the King of the Deep and that's all you got? What happened afterward?"

"He left! I don't know!"

"Disappointing."

Horangi threw his hands up. He didn't want to mention that Koenig had called him Gemahlin. It felt... too... much. Too intimate.

So Horangi found a way to wiggle away from them and then went home.

"You summoned me?"

Horangi almost jumped out of his skin and spun around to face him.

Koenig had, mercifully, transformed back into what he looked like afterwards. Human, but very large. Tentacles and shadows snaked along the walls. "My Gemahlin."

"Look... I think we may have... um..."

Koenig moved in front of him, those giant eyes captivating him. He grabbed his face, his skin burned slightly, but Horangi found he did not mind. "You spoke my name."

"I didn't expect you to notice. I..."

"Of course I would if its you." Koenig purred, his hands settling on Horangi's hips.

Horangi realized this may be a problem. "Look... I'm not ready for marriage."

Koenig stared at him.

"I mean... You call me your wife and I appreciate it, though I would prefer husband, but I'm not really looking for such a big commitment."

Koenig continued to stare and it was only occurring to Horangi now that telling a creature capable of destroying his entire universe he wasn't interested may be a bad idea.

"I... would be open... to..." Horangi said shakily. Fuck. Fuck. Oh no. He had just damned the entire world to-

"Oh!" Koenig said cheerfully. "You wish to be courted first?"

"Yep! That's what I meant!" Horangi smiled awkwardly. "I want to be courted first. You're a... being beyond my comprehension so I doubt you'd do that for something as... insignificant as me."

Koenig smiled at him and grabbed him. "I will court you."

Oh no.

"Ah... Thank you."

Koenig covered Horangi's eyes and removed his mask. Horangi winced as the cold air hit his face before a pair of unnaturally soft lips pressed to his. They were freezing and they burned at the same time, but it was... pleasant.

"My Gemahlin."

Horangi felt words sparking on his tongue. They wanted to get out and he felt the pressure in his throat like something really was trying to fight it's way out of his mouth. Fear and curiosity fighting in his brain.

He opened his mouth slightly and Koenig's tongue pushed in. Horangi almost fell to his knees, completely unprepared for how he'd taste. Ambrosia maybe? Nectar? He found himself pushing back, licking at Koenig's lips to get entry. Horangi's hands shakily found their place on his shoulders and what he assumed were Koenig's hands gripped his hips.

He did not dare to open his eyes, worried of what he would see. When Koenig pulled away, his thoughts scattered before he felt him kiss his cheek. And then his jaw. And then down his throat.

"What are you doing?"

"You called my name."

"I was telling my friends what happened."

The atmosphere became suffocating. The air around him started to grow thick like honey.

"Why?"

"You killed some people. Had to explain why."

"They threatened you."

"Koenig, I only asked for money." Horangi said softly and things started to wriggle under his clothing. They groped at his skin, leaving hickey sized bruises.

"Are you... unhappy with me?" Why did he sound anxious? As if Horangi's thoughts meant anything? If Koenig so pleased, he could reach in and scramble those thoughts. Pluck them out and crush them.

Horangi squeezed the flesh he was holding, finding that he didn't mind that it writhed. Instead, he found himself curious. "No. I can't find it in myself to care they died. However, I am... a little unhappy."

There it went again. The air felt like gravel to breath.

"Why?" Koenig whispered meekly.

"Because you have done so much to me and I haven't been allowed to do much to you." Horangi reached for him, touching him all over.

"And what do you want to do to me?" Koenig's voice did something odd. It vibrated more, bouncing off the walls. A version of being breathless.

Horangi grabbed one of the tentacles and pressed slightly, hearing Koenig keen. "you have to stay human or you'll burst my eardrums." He reminded gently.

Koenig melted slightly and he felt him nod against his skin. Horangi continued to tug and pinch at the tentacles, finding what felt good and what felt didn't. It was difficult, Koenig trying his best to stay as quiet as possible.

Sound suddenly disappeared and Horangi jerked, worried he had went deaf. Koenig's voice broke through. "Protecting your sanity again. I'll stop if you do something wrong."

Horangi nodded and continued his slow exploration. He felt Koenig arch and twist, pressing into his touch and also tried to escape it. With two of his senses down, it was a bit difficult and then he got idea. He tried to see where Koenig was the most sensitive, searching and leading his hands down. Eventually, Koenig got what he wanted and led his hands to a patch of smaller tentacles. Koenig trembled, the air vibrating around them with the slightest brush of Horangi's hand.

A God broken down so easily.

Horangi leaned down and lapped over. It tasted like Koenig's mouth which was great for Horangi. Maybe not so good for Koenig. He started to twirl the tentacles around his mouth and he had to grip the God to keep him from moving away.

In his head, Koenig's voice bounced around. "Horangi, Horangi, Horangi." He started to pinch and stroke the ones he didn't have his mouth.

Horangi slowly pulled away, feeling the strings of saliva connecting them.

"Do not tease me, Gemahlin." His voice commanded, still only in his head. More a giant thought than a real audible sound.

"What will you do if I keep teasing? I feel I deserve to tease you a little."

Koenig didn't get a chance to respond as Horangi sucked one of the tentacles hard. It felt so soft. Tasted divine.

"I... I am close..." Koenig grabbed his hair and tried to tug him away gently, but Horangi didn't let up. He felt him shudder but there was no release like a human. Just a pleasant warmth over Horangi's tongue. Horangi pulled back and his hearing returned.

Koenig's voice broke into his thoughts. "I have never... done that before. It felt very pleasant."

Horangi hummed and got up, planning to just ignore his own erection. Koenig wasn't about to do that though. He undid Horangi's clothing and took his cock out of his pants

"Too many teeth for me to do what you did." Instead, something slick wrapped around him, stroking him. Horangi moaned loudly and immediately started to wiggle. It felt so nice. The pleasure wasn't nearly as overwhelming as before.

Koenig kissed all over his skin. Along his inner thighs and his throat and down his back, despite being pressed against him.

Horangi came all over himself. Koenig hummed. "You taste... nice."

Horangi blushed and tried to pull away, but he picked him up. Koenig took him to bed, laying him down. "I will court you in the morning."

"Why do you like me so much?"

"I don't know. You're not that different from other humans. But something about you... draws me in."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #könig mw2 #modern warfare ii

[als-notebook]

teem eht riohc?

Something is a bit off.

Mischa Bachinski looked around the room, fidgeting with his hands in front of him. He had decided to join the choir on his own, finding an interest in singing—but he had to admit he was nervous. He searched for an adult; the choir director, Father Marcus; but couldn’t find him. Instead he found the other choir members sitting together, chatting somewhat casually.

“Hi,” he said to the other members, his voice cracking. “I wanted to… join the choir… Where is the director?”

“Hello,” said a chipper sounding boy. “Father Marcus is out sick, I believe! But we decided to hang out anyway! Anyway, I’m Noel! Noel Gruber! What’s your name?” Noel smiled at Mischa. Noel had black hair, parted in the middle, and was the tallest in the group. 

Mischa was a little bit overwhelmed by the boy’s friendliness. He seemed almost too eager. “Oh! I am Mischa. Mischa Bachinski,” he said softly.

“Who’s this loser?” A girl asked, an annoyed tone in her voice. Mischa looked over to see the shortest in the group. She wore her curly, purple-and-dark-brown hair down, and wore glasses. She was chewing on a pink piece of gum.

“Be nice, Constance,” another girl replied in a hushed tone. This girl was ginger, and a few inches taller than the other girl. She seemed… down.

The final choir member waved to Mischa with a neutral face. He stood with a plain pair of crutches, and his curly hair was tied back into a small ponytail.

“This is my best friend, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg,” Noel said, pointing to the sad-looking girl. “She is pretty quiet most of the time, but she is super nice! Everyone loves her!” Next, he pointed to the girl with the glasses. “As Ocean said, this is Constance Blackwood! She can be… mean, sometimes…” He sighed as Constance flipped him off. “And this is Ricky,” he continued, pointing to the boy with the crutches. “I thought he would make a good addition to the choir to make it more accessible, assuming he could sign the songs… turns out he doesn’t know sign language.”

“He’s too busy being a nerd,” Constance said, laughing. Ricky looked unamused, typing on his phone. A quick moment of silence passed before the choir heard a text-to-speech voice begin to speak: “What? I just really like geometry! There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd, anyway!”

#counterclockwise #ride the cyclone