#there's 1440 hours in a day

[wheucto]

man i hope the queue didn't offset 4/20/2069 4:20 PM or whatever it was

#wheucto #wheucto speaks #queueing stuff with the new one. for some reason i guess #it queues once per set amount of minutes. the highest you can go is 1440 (24 hours). i dont remember the minimum as of typing this #so you can set it towards like once per day in a specific time period per day

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need reader’s help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.

The CEO

Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1440

a/n: I’m sorry I don’t know how to be intimidating

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“He’s not giving us anything.” Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. “He keeps asking for his lawyer.”

“Can’t you like,” Tony imitates punching sounds, “do that to get through to him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “At the end of the day, we don’t have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.”

A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. They’ve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.

Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The group’s clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.

After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, they’ve gotten nowhere. He’s smart, he knows what they can and can’t do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.

Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. “Where did you say he worked at?”

“He is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.” Tony glances at the file they have on him. It’s a thin file. “Do you know him?”

“I think his company works with Y/N’s company.”

“Miss bubblegum’s company?” He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. “Really?”

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” Natasha grins. “She can help us, right?” She turns to Wanda.

Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. “Uh, yeah. I think she could help us.” She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, they’re still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.

“Oh, yeah. She’ll be able to crack him.”

Tony and Wanda both frown. “Am I missing something here?” He points at Natasha. “How will little miss sunshine help us?”

“You’ll be in for a treat.”

Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. “Wait.” Tony looks around the building. “Why did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? I’ve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.”

Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/N’s office. “Maybe your company isn’t that important.” She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. “Don’t shake too much, she can sense fear.” Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.

Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.

“Natasha, care to tell us how she’ll help us?”

“She breaks anyone who walks into that room.”

Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.

He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. “Should I- sit? Or, maybe..”

“What do you usually do when you walk inside someone else’s office, Mr Blight?” She finally lifts up her head from the screen.

Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he can’t stop moving them.

“We have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?” Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.

Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldn’t hear it shake. “Yes, we have.”

“So,” sighing, Y/N shakes her head, “imagine my surprise when I hear you’ve made an enemy out of the Avengers.” She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. “Do you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?”

“I- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.”

“See, I don’t think you do.” She stands up, leaning closer to him. “You’re making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.”

“Respectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-“

“Have you?” Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. “You’re aware that I know everything, correct?” He nods. “So, what you’re telling me is, if I open these files over here,” she points towards the files shown on her monitor, “there will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?”

His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.

“On the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.” She reads through one of the files. “You’ve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“But, what Mr Blight?” Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?”

He shakes his head in defeat. “I will talk to the Avengers.” He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. “And I will tell them everything.”

Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. “A pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we aren’t working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?” She shakes his hand when he doesn’t know what to answer, before pointing to the door. “You may leave.”

Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.

“Hi!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. “So glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.” She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.

Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. “You, are a fraud.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.

“That!” Tony points at her. “You did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-“ he moves his hands around her and Wanda, “now you look like a cinnamon roll.”

With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “She has been my secret weapon for years. You don’t understand how many people she has broken.”

Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isn’t necessarily disappointed by the other side either.

“I think I like you even more now.” Tony pats her arm. “Now, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-“

“No.” Y/N states. “There’s a reason I always tell you no.” She smiles sweetly at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I still have work to do.”

“Thank you for your help, I’ll see you later.” Natasha grabs Tony’s suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.

“Hi.” Y/N smiles.

“Hey.” With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. “That was different.” She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist. “I kind of liked it.” Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.

“Oh, really?” Y/N grins, her arms going around Wanda’s neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Wanda lifts Y/N, so she’s sitting on the table. “I have some time.” With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda mcu #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female!reader #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x you #platonic natasha romanoff #platonic!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #tony stark

[malestransforming]

Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

- - - - - - - -

Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo. 

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up. 

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said. 

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes. 

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch. 

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered. 

-

Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?” 

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before. 

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp. 

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt. 

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.” 

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.  

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity. 

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder. 

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac. 

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze. 

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin. 

#male tf #male transformation #jock transformation #reality change #male tf story #male body transformation #jockification #ai image #chronivac #race change #race tf #race transformation #latino transformation #asian transformation

[holylulusworld]

Breathless

Summary: Dream a little dream…or shit…

Summary: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Secret crush

Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being an awful boss (mentioned), enemies to lovers, tension, daydreams, secret crush, fear of flying (implied)

Words: 1440+  

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C5: Remote control 

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Square 10: Sexual frustration

Square filled for @allcapsbingo: G 4: “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): Square 19: office au

Part 1

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Miss Y/N to my office,” Bucky barks. “I think we should talk about a few things…” 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Barnes?” You are still a little shaken from the naughty dream you woke from moments ago and struggle to look him in the eyes. You only pray you didn’t talk in your sleep.

“I need you to come with me,” he casually says. “Tomorrow. On a business trip.”

“Tomorrow?” You splutter. “But…I didn’t pack, and I don’t know where we are going. Why do you tell me about this so late?”

“It’s a case of emergency. Stark wants to do business with one of my business associates. I need you there to distract him so I can make the deal with Barton.”

“You want me to distract Tony Stark? How? Do you want me to give him a lap dance or more?” while you cross your arms over your chest, and glare at your boss, the man himself still looks proud of his idea.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re not too bad to look at and you are good at making conversation. I want you to go home, pack a few things, and meet me at the airport at 7 o'clock sharp,” he demands. “Don’t run late.”

“I never ran late in all the years I’m working for you. But… tomorrow is my day off! I had had plans, and you just tell me I must go on a business trip.”

“You can take a day off after any other day, Ms. Y/L/N. I need you and I won’t ask again.”

You huff. He didn’t ask but demanded your obedience. Mr. Barnes doesn’t understand your irritation or that you’re angry at him. In his opinion, he gives you the perfect opportunity to prove your worth as his assistant.

“7 o'clock sharp, no discussion,” he snaps at you. “You are my assistant and will do as told. I need you at the airport tomorrow morning.”

It’s situations like this leaving you helpless and struggling. You should tell him, no, and to fuck off. But this would mean losing your job. Mr. Barnes is not being reasonable, and he knows it.

You’re fuming but can’t do shit about it. So, once again, you give in to someone else’s demands and swallow the words you’ve got on the tip of your tongue.

“Fine.” You turn around to storm out of Mr. Barnes’ office. If you stay for longer, you’ll slap the smug grin off his handsome face.

Morning came much too soon. You’re in the worst mood ever, and tired as fuck. On top of all, you dreamed of the smug fucker named James Buchanan Barnes again.

This time, he fucked you on top of the printer and plastered the copies of your ass all over the office. He was into degrading you in your dreams and it made you horny as hell. Sadly, you didn't have the time to take care of the problem. Now you are tired, cranky, and frustrated because you didn't get off.

“You made it in time, a progress,” Mr. Barnes dares to say. In the four years you’re working for him, you only once didn’t make it in time. 

“I’m always on time.” Your boss ignores you sassed back. “So, where are we going? I still need to get my ticket.”

“What are you wearing?” Mr. Barnes shoves his sunglasses down his nose, looking you up and down. He almost looks offended by your styling. “Are you wearing sweatpants and a Hello Kitty t-shirt? Where are your shoes?”

“It’s casual Friday, Mr. Barnes,” you feign ignorance. “I didn’t know we’ve got a dress code for a flight. I don’t think people in economy class will judge my choice of clothing. I want to be at least comfortable if I’m stuck in an airplane with two people for hours. And I got shoes on. Flip-lops.”

“Economy class?” He takes his sunglasses off. “I hate to disappoint you, by you are going to enjoy only my presence. I already got your ticket.” Mr. Barnes smirks. “I wonder if people in the first class will like your outfit.”

“Stop fidgeting,” Mr. Barnes mutters. You’re always nervous before take-off and can't sit still. You are gripping your remote control tightly with your right hand and press it to your chest. “Why in the world did you bring a remote control?”

He watches you stare down at your feet. “It calms me. When I got scared at night, I grabbed something to hold tight onto. If it happens now, I use the remote control from the TV in my bedroom.”

“Hmm…interesting,” oddly, his features soften, and he grabs your left hand. “If you are scared, squeeze my hand. It’s better than the remote control.”

“I didn’t know you can be nice too.” You glance at your boss. “Thank you.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he replies sharply as if you offended him with your words. “In my world, you must be hard and strict. I can’t attend a business trip in flip-flops and a Hello Kitty shirt.”

You feel insecure out of a sudden. At the airport, you felt self-confident, but now, you feel like a fool. “I wanted to be comfortable. I didn’t know I’d end up in the first class.”

Mr. Barnes doesn’t reply. He waits for the take-off and thinks of the deal he wants to seal with Barton. “You should try to get some sleep after the take-off and redress at the hotel. We don’t have much time until the first meeting.”

“Okay,” you focus on breathing, and the warm hand holding yours. Your boss can be an ass, but right now he grounds you and helps you not to be scared anymore.

“Mr. Barton,” you politely shake Clint Barton’s hand. He smiles in return and asks you about your flight. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he holds your hand a little too long for Mr. Barnes’ liking. Your boss sneers, and he squares his jaw when you giggle at something Clint said.  

“Clint, we should get going. I have a few more meetings this afternoon. Can we talk about the deal now, or not?” You quirk a brow at your boss. 

“Shall we, Ms. Y/L/N,” Clint smirks at your boss. “We don’t want Bucky to get impatient, right?”

“Right,” you nod. “We should talk about the deal and the upcoming contract. I checked on the numbers, and you’ll see that Barnes Inc. is the perfect partner.”

Mr. Barnes dips his head to look at you. He looks impressed and nods his head in approval. 

“Well said, Ms. Y/L/N.”

The meeting dragged on. Your boss and Clint talked about every single detail while you tried to keep up with them and take notes. Or at least look interested when they started talking about cars, and investments.

While they sealed the deal of the century, their words not yours, you wondered why Tony Stark didn’t show.

Now that you think about it, neither your boss nor Mr. Barton mentioned Tony Stark.  

“Perfect,” your boss exclaims. He and Mr. Barton shake hands, as you are still thinking about the things Mr. Barnes told you. “Ms. Y/L/N, are you ready to leave?”

“Yes.”

“We earned dinner, didn’t we?” Mr. Barnes asks, taking you by surprise. He furrows his brows as you don’t answer immediately. “Italian, Indian, or Asian. What do you want to eat?”

“Okay,” your heart flutters when he holds out his hand to take the iPad and folder out of your hands. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”

He grins. “Remember, you asked for this…”

“A hot dog,” you giggle. “I thought you wanted to dine tonight, boss.” You don’t mind your boss’s choice. You love a good hotdog.

“Y/N, that’s the best hotdog in the world. And for tonight, call me Bucky. We are officially off duty and got the deal done,” he grins before taking a huge bite of the hotdog. He smears mustard all over his face, but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’ve got something…wait,” you use the napkin to clean his face, making things worse as you smear the mustard all over his cheek. “Sorry…let me get a tissue.”

“Not bad, but there are better ways to clean my lips…” Your heart beats out of your chest when he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “You didn’t think I brought you here to flirt with Stark, right?”

“What? I-“You pinch your arm to check if you are dreaming again. “What?”

“Doll, I think we should talk about a few things after we finished the hot dog…”

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #buckybarnesbingo2023 #sebastianstanbingo #bucky barnes x reader #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #office au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #kinktober vs flufftober 2023

[ballads-for-kuni]

Genshin Time Conversion

IRL

1 day = 1,440 minutes 1 year = 1,440 × 365.25 = 525,960 minutes

Ratio IRL : Genshin = 1 : 60

By 1 : 60 ratio, 1 minute IRL = 1 hour in Genshin

An IRL century has 52,596,000 minutes = 52,596,000 hours in Genshin

52,596,000 ÷ 24 = 2,191,500 (number of Genshin days)

2,191,500 ÷ 365.25 = 6,000 (number of Genshin years)

THEREFORE I CONCLUDE THAT ZHONGLI IS AT LEAST 100 YEARS OLD IRL (because lore says he's at least 6,000)

A Genshin century IRL (in hours) is:

100 × 365.25 × 24 = 876,600 876,600 Genshin hours = 876,600 IRL minutes 876,600 ÷ 1440 = 608.75 (number of IRL days) 608.75 ÷ 365.25 = 1⅔ IRL years, or 1 year and 243.5 days

This has been done half-asleep and very quickly, so if there are any errors, please point them out!

#ballad's brainrots ♥ #genshin #genshin impact #genshin stuff #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin zhongli #zhongli

[blackwidownat2814]

Merry Christmas Lieutenant (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader

Word Count: 1440 (ish)

A/N: Written for @sailor-aviator’s Christmas Writing Challenge. My word was candy cane. To be super honest, I completely forgot I had to write this until last night and went through about 5 ideas before I landed on this today. Thanks to @buckysdollforlife for the quick beta-ing they did earlier. Part of the Jake & Dewey ‘Verse. GIF by @babyrooster

Dividers by: @saradika (Go check out her others, they're awesome!!!)

Warnings: Super fluffy and honestly? The most suggestive thing I’ve written…ever. So yeah, implied future smut I guess?

Masterlist

MERRY CRISIS EVERYONE!!!

When you’d told Jake that your favorite thing about Christmas was candy canes and other peppermint flavored things, you didn’t think he’d go this hard with it.

On December 1st, you shambled into the kitchen to see Jake standing at the island with a steaming mug in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips and when you pulled away, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Jake! You made me a Peppermint Mocha?!”

“Of course I did, it’s your favorite.”

“Maybe you should change your callsign to 'Starbies'.”

On December 2nd, you woke to find a big bag of the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark Squares on your nightstand with a short note I love you so much baby. Enjoy your minty snack!

You took the bag with you to work and shared the love with your coworkers. On your lunch hour, you headed over to the Exchange to meet up with Bob for lunch and shared some with him, giving him extra to share with the other Daggers.

“Hey Bobbers? Could you give Jake something extra for me please?”

“Sure Dew, what is it?” You planted a kiss on Bob’s cheek and he turned red and smiled. “I can’t guarantee he’s going to appreciate it as much since it’s not coming from you.”

It went like that for the next week or so. Candy cane themed gifts for you every day. Knee high socks covered in candy canes, some earrings you’d seen on TikTok, all kinds of candies that were putting out their peppermint flavored things.

Two weeks before Christmas, Jake came home with news that he and the other Daggers (Mav included) were going to be gone until a few days before the holiday to several Naval Air Stations starting in New Jersey and ending back home in San Diego. You didn’t know all the facts, because all Jake could tell you was that it had to do with the Uranium Mission (since you were Mickey’s only family and Jake’s partner, Mav had said that all you could really know was that it was dangerous and that the squad called it the Uranium Mission).

Jake promised his gifts would keep going in his absence, even when you told him they didn’t need to.

The first day he was gone, you went to the Hard Deck to have dinner with Halo, a recent friend. Halo waved when she saw you walk in and you joined her at the end of the bar, where you greeted Penny.

“Hey Pen, missing Mav already?”

“Always do”, she replied with a smile. After you and Halo gave her your dinner order, she placed a glass down in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“Hangman asked me to get you a peppermint flavored drink every time you come in while they’re all gone.” She pulls a mini-candy cane from under the bar and sticks it in the glass. “This here is a Peppermint Piña Colada. Enjoy.”

“What’s with all the peppermint?” asked Callie.

“Last month, I told Jake that one of my favorite things about Christmas was candy canes and peppermint flavored stuff. Since December 1st, he’s given me something peppermint flavored or candy cane themed every single day.” You took a sip of your drink, “Oof…that’s actually better than I thought it would be.”

“Oh. So that’s why Hangman asked me to give you this.” Callie pulled a small red and white gift bag from the bar stool beside her and slid it your way. “He said to tell you not to open it until tomorrow though.”

“Ugh! But I want to open it now!”

“He said, and I quote: ‘One a day Dewey, that’s the rule. Be a good girl and follow the rules.’” Callie made a face like she wanted to vomit. “I don’t kink shame, but I did not need to know that.”

You’re not sure how long you laughed after that.

The next day, Callie came to visit you at the library.

“So, what was in the bag?” she asked. “Wait. After that message, I’m not sure I want to know.” You gave a small laugh as you placed two small spray bottles on your desk.

“He got me hand sanitizer spray in Twisted Peppermint from Bath & Body Works. One for the office and one to carry in my bag.”

“Can I have some?”

“Sure!” You give her a couple sprays and she rubbed her hands together.

“This smells awesome. Like I’d dipped my hands in Christmas or something.”

While he was gone, Jake had cookies from Tiff’s Treats (a dozen minty chocolate) delivered, a box of only peppermint chocolates from Copper Coast Confections, a new red and white striped apron from Hedley & Bennett with your name embroidered on the front. After watching Next Level Chef a few months ago, you’d expressed to him how you wanted an apron from H&B one day and that it might take you a while because they were pretty expensive. You couldn’t believe he’d remembered. After that, when you invited Callie and Penny over and the three of you would cook or bake together, you smiled big as you sported your new apron.

Finally, the day Jake and the rest of the Daggers were due home arrived. They weren’t due until late afternoon, so you changed in your office at the library. You wore your candy cane earrings, striped Santa hat, bright red lipstick with peppermint gloss, and made sure your new manicure (candy cane themed of course) shone brightly.

You stood with Penny and the other families that waited for their sailors. You hugged Bob and Phoenix when they walked over to you guys and when Reuben and your brother arrived, they both gave you a big wet kiss on either cheek. Distracted as you were wiping your cheeks off while laughing, you didn’t see or hear Jake approaching.

“What are you doin’ givin’ my girl kisses, Payback?”

“JAKE!” You whirled around with a scream.

“Hey sweetheart.” You practically jumped into his arms and pulled his face to yours (thank goodness for long lasting liquid lipsticks!). Jake took it a step further and dipped you backwards while still kissing you…like that sailor kissing a nurse in New York City on VJ Day in 1945.

“What am I?” you heard Mickey ask. “Chopped liver?”

Later that night, you were in bed reading while Jake finished his shower. You could smell the shower gel he used because it was one he’d gotten you while he was gone (a delicious pepperminty scent from LUSH), and he finally emerged from the bathroom in a peppermint scented cloud.

“Boy, am I happy to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home too, Jake.” You pecked him on the lips when he leaned down over you. “I missed you and even though I loved absolutely everything you got me--especially the candy cane themed flower bouquet--none of it replaces having you here with me.”

“You sap.”

“Shut up. You love how sappy I am.”

“True.” He put on his sleep pants and got in bed next to you. “Do you want today’s present?”

“I thought you were today’s present?”

“I’m just the bonus”, he said with his traditional Jake Seresin smile (it was your favorite of his smiles).

“Then gimme!” You put your book down and made grabby hands at him.

“Here you go m’darlin.” He handed you a small box with a red and white bow on it.

“Jake. Jake. This isn’t…?”

“No, it isn’t. I wouldn’t do that without Mickey being present.”

“Oh okay. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Baby, don’t worry, I understand.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Nerd.” You turn back to the small box and open it. Inside was a necklace with a small ruby and diamond encrusted candy cane on it. “Holy shit.”

“I take it that means you like it.”

“I love it Jake.” You settle onto his lap and kiss him. When you pull apart, he takes the necklace from the box and moves to put it on you. “Thanks cowboy. I think this is going to beat one of my gifts to you for sure.”

“Oh? Do tell.” You hop off his lap and run into your closet. A few minutes later, you emerge wearing your new candy cane themed robe and your necklace.

“I wanted to put on my necklace and see what you think about how it looks.”

“Let’s see it.” Jake’s jaw drops comically when you throw off your robe, because standing in front of him is you. In your necklace.

Just your necklace.

“Merry Christmas Lieutenant.”

#Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x female reader #Jake Seresin x plus size!reader #Jake Seresin x Garcia!reader #Jake Seresin x latina!reader #Jake Seresin fluff #Jake Seresin fanfiction

[jerzwriter]

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I felt the need for more art for my precious Casey and Jessica. I'd like to thank the lovely @callmebeem for working with me on such short notice and creating this beautiful art! It's exactly what I wanted, and I love it to bits! ❤️Here's a little fic about their day. 😊

Any Other Day

Book: Open Heart (Prequel - Casey's Med School Years) Pairing: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x Jessica Philips (F!OC) Words: 1440 Rating: Teen Summary: Jessica's not a fan of Valentine's Day, and she's made that pretty clear, but now that the day's up on them, Casey realizes there's more to it than meets the eye. A/N1: Participating in @choicesfebruary2024, Eros

Valentine’s Day was proving to be a challenge.

Just weeks before, Jessica declared her feelings about the holiday after a particularly long night of studying, and they weren’t pretty.   It was ridiculous, a Hallmark holiday steeped in capitalism, and she wanted no part of it. The intensity and randomness of her girlfriend’s declaration left Casey bewildered. It was so far out of left field she thought delirium may have finally gotten its grips on Jess; after all, sleep deprivation practically had her there, too. But she was tired and eager to move on, so she nodded in agreement, and Jessica seemed pleased to find them on the same page, which would have been great... except they weren’t.

Casey loved Valentine’s Day; she loved every single thing about it. A holiday where she could lavish love and attention on her girlfriend? Where was the problem with that? She agreed such things shouldn’t be limited to a designated day, and she ensured Jess knew how much she meant on any day ending in -y. But now that Cupid’s holiday was here, Casey was conflicted. How could she be expected not to acknowledge it? It seemed cruel, but... she had promised... didn’t she? She heaved out a sigh; perhaps their exceptionally hectic schedules would be her saving grace. She didn’t have to worry about celebrating... or not... if they didn’t see each other.

Jessica was assisting first-year students in distributing breakers in the lab. She was TA for an extra class today, as her professor wanted to take the day off to spend with their wife, and Jess felt a twinge of guilt when she agreed to cover. But she and Casey weren’t celebrating; they agreed to that...didn’t they? Casey said she was on board, but Jess would have to be blind to see how blue her normally effervescent girlfriend was this morning, and she couldn’t fight the feeling that she was the reason why.

The truth was, Jessica didn’t hate Valentine’s Day. She didn’t hate it at all. She hated the memories it dredged up and the feelings of insecurity that followed. She hated the ambiguity of the present and her apprehension about the future. The last time she celebrated was three years before, spending the night gazing at the stars in Ammarah’s arms. She never knew that kind of joy, and when Ammarah promised forever, Jess felt her world falling into place. A blissful dream previously unimagined coming to fruition, only to be crushed in quick succession. When Jess’s competition became the hallowed halls of Oxford, those promises were quickly forgotten, leaving Jess heartbroken when she realized she had never stood a chance.

She promised then and there that she wouldn’t fall in love again, at least no time soon. Ammarah prioritized her career, and now Jess would do the same. Love and other silly notions could wait. And that worked for a while, until that fateful day when an adorable giggle pulled her head from her textbook, and she looked up to find a beguiling smile that made her heart skip a beat. They’d only be friends, Jess insisted. That’s all they could be. But then their conversations lasted into the early morning hours, and the more they learned about each other, the more they needed to know. It's hard to be just friends when they're the first thing you think of each morning and the last thing you think of each night. So she had another idea...we’ll just be friends... with benefits, perhaps, but nothing more. Residency was on the horizon, and both women had been hurt before. They couldn’t let it happen again.  

But in the end, they stepped onto the rollercoaster hand-in-hand and fastened their seatbelts with all their might. Within weeks, “I love yous” were exchanged, both knowing they had an expiration date set from the start. It seemed easy when that date was on the distant horizon, but the closer it came, the more that old familiar pain began to seep in. Valentine’s Day: candles, kisses, and promises made again... Jess couldn’t allow it. But when the bell rang, it only took a student hand a rose to another to make her heart ache for Casey.  

She pulled out her phone and smiled at the sound of her voice. Lunch. She offered. She’d like to take her to lunch. Nothing fancy, nothing special, just grabbing a meal together like any other day, but she needed to see her. No matter how much Jessica studied the human heart, she couldn't see how hard hers was working to protect itself. But Casey was on her way, and that was all that mattered.

Casey hadn’t expected to hear from Jess, and it was easy to see her delight as she rushed down the hall. Nothing made her smile more than Jessica’s melodious laugh, and the closer it became, the more her smile grew.  She couldn’t wait to see the radiant smile that accompanied it, and as she stepped into Jess’s classroom, her wish was granted for just a second before Jess’s face fell.

“What... what the hell is that?” she asked, motioning furiously in Casey’s direction.

Casey looked down, perplexed, rubbing her hands along her torso to see if she had spilled something, but nothing seemed amiss.

“What’s what?”

“Your sweater! Why are you wearing that sweater?”

Casey appeared offended as she caressed her favorite cashmere sweater.

“But... I love this sweater! You love this sweater!”

“I do,” Jess sighed. “But not today!"

“It’s the same sweater as yesterday... the same sweater it will be tomorrow...”

“Yes! But yesterday or tomorrow won’t be Valentine’s Day.”

Casey followed the last student to exit the classroom and shut the door behind her, turning on her heel with crossed arms as soon as they were alone.

“All right,” she demanded. “This level of crazy is usually reserved for me, not you... so what gives?”

“We said no Valentine’s Day, Casey!”

“And besides me wearing a pink sweater, inadvertently, I might add... I haven’t so much as said Happy Valentine’s Day to you.  The holiday isn't causing a problem for us, Jess... but your hang-ups about it might be.  What’s going on?” 

Jess took a deep breath and leaned back against her desk, attempting to put her thoughts into words. “To me... in the past... Valentine’s Day was about promises.  Promises I believed in, even if the person making them took them with a grain of salt.”

“Ammarah?” Casey asked as Jess nodded softly.

“It’s scary, Case. It’s scary to know how fleeting love can be, and it's frightening... it’s frightening to think about what the future holds for us. You’ll still be here next year, but I don’t even know where I’ll be... and that... that just....”

Her words trailed as her head tilted forward. She was proud of herself for being strong enough to stop the tears pooling in her eyes from falling, but she could do nothing to stop herself from trembling.

“Jess,” Casey placed a loving hand on her shoulder. “I know you’ve been hurt, and I have, too... but we can’t live in the past, nor can we live in the future.”

“But, Casey...”

“But nothing! Don’t you see what you’re doing? The past was painful, and the future’s unknown, but you know what we have?” She lifted Jess’s chin until she was looking into her big, brown eyes. “We have today. Today is real, and the only thing that can steal it from us... is us... if we let it.  Come on, Jess,” she smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Let’s not waste today."

Jess's head tilted, a crooked smile on her lips. She knew Casey was right, but her stubbornness couldn't be destroyed that easily.

“I still hate the commercialism,” Jess insisted, to Casey’s amusement.

“So do I! Come on, I can spoil you a little bit without turning into a corporate overlord, you know!”

Jess peeked up from under her lashes. “You promise?”

“I promise. Now, can we enjoy the day, please?”

Jess hopped to her feet, a bright grin on her face as she fell into Casey’s arms and a warm, lingering embrace. “Well, I invited you to lunch first... so technically, I started the celebration.”

“Oh, no,” Casey chuckled. “You are not getting the credit here! I think your exact words were, ‘It’s lunch, just lunch, don’t get excited or anything!”  

“Yeah, those were the words,” Jess laughed. “But if I’m being honest... I just really needed to see you. I needed to see you so badly.”

“Well, I’m here.  Can we call it a Valentine’s Day date, now?”

“Sure,” Jess blushed. “But I have to stop upstairs to see the Dean before we go.”

“That works for me,” Casey replied. “I have to put my things in my locker anyway.  Can we meet in front of the building in fifteen minutes?”

Jess reached over and stuck her fingers through the belt loops in Casey’s jeans, pulling her close. “And Casey?” she whispered, her breath tickling Casey’s ear.  “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

~~~~~

A/N: In my mind, Casey tossed her things in her locker and hightailed it to the corner gift shop. Poor Jess was wondering if Casey had a change of heart as she waited outside when two arms grabbed her from behind. Casey handed Jess the bouquet and yelled Happy Valentine's Day. After a cozy lunch at their favorite local diner, they decided they could skip their afternoon classes and headed back to Jess's place for a much more productive afternoon. 😏

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[preservationofnormalcy]

Could you explain the "toon" thing? Does that mean, like, cartoons coming through the TV and becoming real? Is that a thing?

Not…exactly. Let me start with a quick primer on parafiction.

Parafiction refers to any phenomena that appears in realspace but had its origins in a work of fiction that was not inherently intended to propagate parafictional phenomena. It refers to the effects, not the origin - parafictional phenomena can occur due to thaumaturgical intervention, Outsider influence, curses, demonic empowerment, and most commonly group psychic influence or a noospheric “dent”. It doesn't have to be an entity, but most people associate it with an entity manifesting.

Let's take, for example, Sherlock Holmes. Say Holmes appears in your town one day attempting to solve a mystery. We'll quickly go over how he'll appear and why that could be.

It is likely he will not be truly sentient - often, parafictional "entities" are a psychic construct, acting in accordance to the gestalt noospheric consensus on how that person should act. Holmes in this case will act confident, clever, snippy, and smoke a pipe - all things that are expected of him. But it'll be a Chinese Room, basically an extranormal learning model, a lowercase ai.

It is likely he will dissipate in days if not hours - these sorts of things are ripples in the noosphere. Unless something is actively keeping it active, it'll probably run out of energy fairly soon.

It is likely he will act confused - if this Holmes is acting mostly like the cultural consensus on Sherlock, but a little confused, this is actually a sign he might be self aware, and thus more serious. We hypothesize this is because the existing sources of media regarding that entity. Every book, every movie, comic, or video game, no matter how dedicated to the source material, is slightly (or radically) different, and each has an effect on the entity. Eventually, self-sustaining parafictional entities will sort out which influences they take from most strongly, but that could take months.

That brings us to "toons." For reasons that are not totally clear, entities that originated primarily from traditional animation have a different path to manifestation and resulting existence. They are, almost to a fault, inherently inimical to human life and realspace in general. We have theories, again regarding the source material.

Think about it this way: traditional animation is typically drawn at 24 frames a second. That's 1440 frames per minute, and even many short cartoons were 3-5 minutes. That's potentially tens of thousands of frames of animation for multiple shorts, compared to....what, in the low hundreds for someone like Sherlock? Something about the individual frames of animation is different, from our tests, than pages or even live action film frames.

Imagine having what's considered "you" spread across tens of thousands of instances. Each one similar enough to the last to smear into each other, smudge into an indiscriminate blur of existence. Whatever "you" are is...a leaking, aching artifice, shattered across tens of thousands of shreds. Trying to move at 24 frames a second, constantly bleeding pigment...nothing should have to live like that.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #parafiction #toons

[lix-ables]

ꕤ — B. CHAN & H. HYUNJIN : THE THING BETWEEN ROOMMATES.

ꕤ — cw. mdni, smut,

i. mentions of watching/ talking about porn.

ii. [ reader is mostly dreaming - includes mentions of grinding, slight oral fixations, degradation, mentions of using collar ] etc.

iii. hyunjin listens to chan, teasing, dirty talk, etc.

ꕤ — one’s your roommate and the other is his best friend. you’ve been holding off for so long. but what happens when they hear you, wanting to have some fun, but it stays in your dreams?

ꕤ — WORDS. 1440 | OTHER WORKS

ꕤ — NOTE. this took time but, it's finally out - after hours of inspiration, hours of me hating my blog and a couple of breakdowns. i really hope this turned out well, and i hope you enjoy this ‹3

no one told you that having a guy as a roommate would be exhausting.

what you didn’t expect, was to have two boys constantly being in your apartment, staying up later than usual, and of course, with no sense of personal space.

you understand being up late. you've done that, of course, with your friends. but personal space was something they really needed to learn. and it wasn’t that you didn’t remind them, you did. they just chose not to listen. but the day they overstepped boundaries, was the day you didn’t think you’d be embarrassed.

at least not to the point where they both wanted to have some fun with you.

“you misheard me.”

“no one mishears a whine, doll. now tell me what you were doing before i caught you,” chan whispers as he leans against the doorframe of your room and looks at you. your eyes stare back at the figure in front of you, while still being on the bed, acting like nothing actually happened.

“i’m telling you, i didn’t whine,” you start to protest, a sigh leaving your tired body as you try to sit up straight. “it must’ve been something else.” chuckling, chan walks into the room and sitting down on the bed next to you. “then you’re watching porn and wishing it was you instead that was being fucked that good?” he raises an eyebrow at you, watching you squirm in your place, his eyes following the movements of your thighs pressing together at the mention of ‘being fucked that good.’

it was fun teasing you like this, he thought to himself. knowing what words get to you, what actions he does makes you groan inwardly and he’s seen it before. no matter how much you tried to hide it from him, or even his best friend hyunjin, who was always over - they noticed it. all of it.

“i didn’t say that -”

“yet you didn’t deny it, did you?” chan pokes.

“would you rather i bring hyunjin in here and get you to open that pretty mouth of yours? such a brat aren’t you?” chan sighs, shaking his head a little before tilting his head to look at you, his body is almost close to yours, you realize - closer than you ever thought you could get. sure, meaningless hugs and cuddles from chan when you got drunk didn’t count. it never did. but this? this was a whole new level for you, even for the boys.

“i’m not being a brat, stop calling me that,” you reply, clearly frustrated by him and also because you were stopped mid-orgasm when you were so close. another minute and you would’ve gotten out of the room. it was all because of that leather jacket he wore. why did he have to look so good? why did he have such attractive friends, which made it so much harder for you to focus on work, making you mix up orders?

“oh, i never called you that. i’m merely just observing your…” chan pauses, taking a minute to soak your expressions, posture, and movements, before letting his eyes rest on your face, a smirk forming on his lips. “…reactions to my words. seems like you want to be called a brat. you’d like it, hm? being called a brat. i wonder what else you’d like, pretty thing.”

chan stands up, adjusting his sweats before turning around to look at you. “i suggest you come up with some answers quickly before i get back home. maybe even finish that dirty little porn you were watching,” he looks around a little, finding your laptop tucked under your pillow, which was hastily pushed to the side. a smile rests on his face, thinking in his head that he in fact knew what you were doing. “maybe touch yourself a little, hm? play with that pretty little cunt of yours before hyunjin and i have our turn, yeah?”

when chan said that sentence, it shouldn’t make your core throb in the way it did just now. it shouldn’t have made you want him even more - maybe want both hyunjin and chan at the same time.

“thinking about our fingers inside you already?” chan says, interrupting your thoughts, making you look at him in embarrassment. “go ahead, pup. i won’t stop you. tell us about that porn, use your words, and we can make your wet dreams come true, yeah?” with chan’s words still ringing in your ears, and with your face now completely red from what he just said, you bring yourself to sit up, your body too shy to do anything - even follow the instructions chan gave you.

but the way he spoke to you, made you want him more. sure, you did find him attractive - because you’d be lying if you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach and in your core.

your mind roamed to place you didn’t think would go before and before you knew it, you were dreaming - from thinking about being on your knees for those two boys that you barely even knew, to being ready to have a collar around your throat. sure, you’d settle for their hands, but the thought of you just straddling chan’s thigh, a collar resting around your neck, while hyunjin sat across you, his dick in his hand, thumb rubbing just the tip in teasing motions, his eyes never leaving either you or chan. especially when you whined, for almost nothing - until chan starts moving your hips, his hands gripping your body till it didn’t - you were moving on your own.

hyunjin lets out a groan at the sight in front of him, but a glare from the boy under you made him shut up, making him bite his bottom lip instead. he knew it was going to be red soon. but his hand never made an attempt to stop.

“baby, look at you being so fucking needy. and for something as just my thigh? pathetic, is it not?” chan asks, his hands are resting on your thighs now, pushing up the material with his thumb, until he makes you look at him, a whimper leaving you. “when you could so easily ask for my fingers, or even hyunjin’s cock. but no, you just want to be fucking pathetic, and grind your needy cunt all over my sweats.”

“why my dick?” hyunjin groans, his hand stopping from his current task, though it was torture for him. “oh you don’t want y/n’s tight hole to fuck? you don’t want to cum, is that it?” chan raises an eyebrow, asking hyunjin in a monotone voice. “and i didn’t ask you to stop, jinnie. continue teasing yourself for me, hm?”

“didn’t say that,” hyunjin mumbles, his fingers wrapping back around his cock, grunting at the pleasure he is feeling.

“good boy,” chan whispers, before turning back to look at you. “and i don’t think i asked you to stop either. you wanted my thigh, now fuck it like a needy little pup that you are.” his hands are now resting on the small of your back, feeling the low dip, feeling the way you arched your back slightly, chuckling at the way your fingers come to rest on his shoulders. you feel his fingers tugging on the collar that was on your neck, pulling your face closer to his own. his thumb rests on your bottom lip, signaling you to open, before shoving them slowly into your mouth, and you stare at him, wrapping your lips around it, just as you hear a mewl out of hyunjin’s lips.

“i asked you to be fucking quiet, jinnie. seems to me you can’t follow simple instructions.” chan grunts, clenching his thigh muscles, watching you reach your hand down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. “but, that’s fine. c’mere and look at how greedy y/n’s being - my thigh isn’t enough for you, huh? you need your little fingers to help you cum? go ahead, baby. slow and small rubs, yeah? tease yourself for me,” chan purrs, pulling his thumb out of your lips.

“aw look at that,” you hear chan say, probably to hyunjin. you're still groggy, you realise. “pretty thing fell asleep. did you dream good hm?” the door opens, and you feel the bed dipping low, before a body settles down next to you.

“you know,” chan starts, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair, tilting your chin up to look at him. “you never told us ‘bout that dirty lil’ video.”

“and those little fantasies of yours,” hyunjin finishes, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder, a smirk resting on his face.

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[drpoisonoaky]

Sometimes supergirl has a random thought that has to be shared with a specific person.

[Thought 1]

[On a rooftop with nightwing looking at some criminals]

Kara: Do you realize you can say “have a nice day” without problems but when you say “enjoy the next 24 hours” sounds threatening.

Nightwing: THE FUCK SHE’S DOING HERE

Babs: and if you use seconds instead of hours sounds even more threatening like “enjoy the next 1440 seconds”.

Kara: Exactly! Well good luck and good night *kiss her in the forehead and flew away*

Dick: I-

Babs: Shh they’re moving.

[Thought 2]

[Inside the clock tower with Steph]

Babs: Steph you have to be more caref-

Kara: A coconut has hair. A coconut has milk. A coconut has flesh. Therefore, a coconut is a mammal.

Steph: WHERE DID SHE CAME FROM?!

Babs: A coconut is a fruit babe.

Steph: THAT’S NORMAL TO YOU?!

Kara: Your logic is no fun but you are pretty so *kiss her in her left cheeck* bye *fly away*

Steph: that wa-

Babs: cause if you aren’t more careful I’m going to call Cass.

Steph: WHY DO YOU CONTINUE LECTURING ME AS IF NOTHING HAS HAPPENED

[Thought 3]

[Inside the clock tower with Dinah]

Dinah: There were like 10 guys at least but she came and fight al-

Kara: Do you realized that poems that don't rhyme are just really weird sentences that make people feel awkward?

Babs: Maybe you can write one and use it instead of fighting.

Kara: Oooh I’m going to do that *kiss her in her temple* see you tomorrow night *flies away*

Dinah:

Babs: and what happened next?

Dinah: I guess birds of a feather flock together.

[Thought 4]

[At the batcave helping Bruce]

Bruce: I’m trying to enter but-

Kara: Do you realise your lap only exists when you sit down? When you stand up its not a lap anymore.

Babs: That’s a good one.

Kara: The accessibility of this place is awful btw.

Bruce: Are you done?

Kara: Geez you didn’t even flinch.

Bruce: I’m part of the justice league. They always show up like that.

Kara: …okay I guess. Well *kiss babs on the nose* see ya!

Bruce: as I was saying-

[Thought 5]

Riddle: Riddle me this Wh-

Kara: Pizzas are circles cut into triangles put into squares. It feels over geometric.

Riddle: shit shit shit I cannot win a super-

Babs: Mmm now i’m kinda hungry. Can you hit him to end this sooner so we can get some pizza?

Kara: Your treat?

Babs: Of course.

[Thought 6]

[With Harley on a rooftop]

Harley: And then this guy came-

Kara: I bet the person that invented popcorn must have been really surprised.

Harley: FUCK YOU YOU NEARLY KILL ME YOU S-

Babs: I hope they didn’t have any cardiac pathologies.

Kara: Right? I’m gonna get some *kiss babs on the top of her head* bye!

Harley: Men I love popcorns.

Babs: So…

Harley: I’m sorry bratgirl but I don’t remember what I was telling you before the blondie.

[Thought 7]

[On the clock tower with cass]

Babs: When will you perform? I want to see you again, I miss watching you dance.

Kara: Someone could be stopping time, then unstopping it, and we wouldn't know.

Babs: I think that violates every law of physics.

Cass: They have to feel quite alone.

Kara: True. My powers are better. *kiss babs in her right cheek* Nice to see you Cass!

Cass: She’s nice.

Cass: In two weeks.

Babs: I’ll be there.

[Thought 0]

Kara: Babs, can I ask you something?

Babs: Always.

Kara: Can I fly wherever you are every time I have like a stupid thought and tell you and then go back?

Babs: Like a message.

Kara: Well yeah but faster and forcing you to read it.

Babs: mmm

Kara: A random thought, a kiss, and scaring the hell out of whoever you are at the time, what do you say?

Babs: If you do it more than 15 times in a week, the dinner on date night is on you.

Kara: Deal!

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[lov-eable]

TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #04

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

masterlist ◌*ꕤ

word count ✦ 1440

A/N: hiiii, i just want to say, chishiya wasnt going to make fun of her. the ones who get it, get it lol gn ppl <3

06/08/18 16:22 

Finally Friday, an hour or so and you would be able to leave the school enclosure. The week had lasted longer than you desired, or at least you felt it that way and the reason behind it had a full name. Chishiya Shuntaro. Your annoying deskmate who found joy in teasing and basically tormenting you during school hours. There’s no need to mention the ketchup incident, which got you in plenty of trouble with your mother because apparently ketchup and other sauces stain clothes almost instantly and are a pain to remove. You had to sit for almost two hours in the laundry room scrubbing your shirt with an unidentified paste -your mother said it was one of her ancient tricks but you literally saw how she looked up on YouTube “how to remove ketchup stains”.

Even when you were out of the classroom, Chishiya found a way to disturb you, for example, the Tuesday you were reading peacefully at the school library between shelves, you preferred staying there because no one could annoy you unlike when reading at the tables the library offered. Or you thought until you felt how the books started to drop from their places beside you, for a moment, you got startled believing it was an earthquake but you noticed a familiar face between the empty holes that used to be filled by those books. As soon as your eyes met, you started chasing him and he ran away from you as he could, throwing some books as he made his path to stop you, or at least distract you.

You found yourself chasing him around the school quite frequently, completely ignoring your teachers’ screams as your only concern was catching him and strangling him to death. Maybe that was a little bit too far, you only wanted to punch him in the face for making fun of you because you did not know how to ride a bike, how did he find out about that fun fact of yours? Nice question. The day before, Arisu was determined to teach you how to ride a bike, treating you as his little daughter and giving you the whole experience of “I won’t let go, just pedal”. He did let go, but you got it, you learned how to ride a bike, kind of.

Arisu thought you were ready to hit the streets, lending his brothers’ bike and getting his, you went for a ride. You had to admit, as much as you were scared, you were having lots of fun, you decided to speed up now challenging him to a spontaneous race. Accepting the challenge, he took the lead without letting you even notice, but you weren’t going to fall behind, your pride was at risk and you wouldn’t tolerate that, so you speed up even more without noticing the next curve and it hit you, Arisu did not teach you how to avoid flying away when hitting the curves. Naturally, you fell to the floor with the bike over you, scrapping your knees and right elbow. 

If the physical punishment you received because of your recklessness was not enough, the emotional punishment was maybe twice as worse. The streets were magically filled with people out of nowhere, and there he was, Chishiya, just some meters away making full-on eye contact with you as you tried not to cry out of pain and the complete embarrassment you felt because of the situation. You noticed how he took a step towards you but backed up when he heard Arisu screaming your name and running to help you, he just walked away. Was he going to make fun of you but decided to not be a jerk in front of his dear friend, Arisu? Douchebag.

Of course, you did not get rid of his teasing, whenever he could, he would slide a comment making fun of you, they were vague enough to only be understood between him and you, you were thankful he was not making it public but he still made your blood boil. Some jokes and hours later, you were fed up with him. You stood up from your seat and as if Chishiya had mind-reading skills or astonishing intuition, he flee away from the scene. He wasn’t the best runner but you did not stand out in physical abilities either, he was better at avoiding people in crowded hallways, as you were constantly bumping into other people and stopping to say sorry, he got away from you, “Chishiya, I hate you!”, you screamed at him. You heard Director Kyuma and his cameraman’s steady breath as they tried to capture your little Tom and Jerry-like moment.

But we can’t say Chishiya was the only one teasing here, you also had your moments. During yesterday’s break, Director Kyuma decided to interview you while you were reading outside, as Chishiya was nowhere to be found. “I enjoy reading under trees, it’s relaxing. You can see the sunlight without getting too hot” you were resting on a bench, holding your latest read in one hand and covering your face from the sun with the other as you looked up, just to see him. “So pretentious, read that faster and return to the library”, “why? Do you need it?” you smirked at him, it was nice to return one of his irritating signature gestures, “I do not need it but I do want it”. You closed the book and made a motion to trick him to believe you were giving him the book, just to throw it behind your head in the pile of books you used as a pillow. “So naive…” you giggled, but it did not last as he took the book anyways and you hit your head.

He made you hit your head many times that week, you noticed. When playing dodgeball, you started using him as bait, again, as smart as he was, he was terrible at sports. He lacked reflexes and wasn’t good at dodging the ball, most players were aware of this and attacked him. Some students were scared of him but apparently, these fears disappeared on the field. Hiding behind him would assure you are not being hit by the ball. You stayed free from the hits for most rounds until Chishiya decided to improve his reflexes out of nowhere and he dodged the ball. Needless to say, as you were behind him, you got hit hard in the face. “Are you okay?” he said while looking at you, lying on the floor. You did not say anything, got up and talked to the teacher to get a bathroom pass.

Yes, it was Friday and in a short time, you would be school-free but most importantly, Chishiya-free, at least for a few days. You all were in the after-school studying session, but you for sure weren’t reading. You had recently started reading a Murakami book and, yes, he was gross but some of his pages made you laugh so much. So much, Chishiya noticed and grabbed the book throwing it to the floor beside your desk, ripping a page of the book in the process. You stared astonished at the ripped page you had in your hand, you couldn’t scream at Chishiya because you were supposed to be silent, your teacher just recently had walked into the classroom asking you specifically to be quiet. You got the book from the floor, thinking about what to do. The librarian would kill you without a doubt.

You sat on the steps outside the school, holding the book contemplating what to do. You weren’t in the state of mind to even think about Chishiya, you just were asking yourself if one ripped page was enough to lose your library card and praying that was not the case. So immersed in your thoughts, you did not notice when a boy from your class sat next to you, “sorry” you looked at him and saw how he was handing you a can of soda, you did not answer, being so confused by the situation, was Chishiya actually apologizing? It took you a moment even understand what he was saying. “Look, if you don’t want it, don’t take it. I already apologized and this was partially your fault, you were being so loud during the studying session” just when you thought Chishiya was human and was able to apologize, he fucked up, “what is wrong with you? You don’t know how to treat people, don’t you? You can’t even say sorry like a normal human being without being a total jerk, fuck off”. You stood up and left Chishiya.

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[iamgwenc]

24 hour vacation.

Let me rest for a day, for

What is a day compared to

A week.

What is 24 hours compared

To 168 hours, be offline

To feel and experience.

What is but 1440 compared

To 10080, to relax and be

With people who matter.

22.01.2023 | G.C.

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[arabellavernierwrites]

movie friday’s / steve harrington

summary: it’s movie friday for reader and steve, but when she gets to his house, she notices something is bothering him. surprise, it’s his shitty dad and the fight they had. 

pairing: (fem)platonic!reader x best friend!steve (can also be read as romantic bc hugs and crying and cute fluff)

warnings: talk of toxic parents, talk of parents making child feel worthless, light touch on trauma from the upside down 

word count: 1440

author’s note: hey everyone, thank you so much for all of the love on my previous post ! please send in any requests you want, i would love to write for you. i think next will be reader with steve, robin, and eddie, so look out for that ! this post touches lightly on childhood trauma regarding parents, with comfort though, i am not someone who can write hurt without comfort. this has been reread and edited multiple times, but again, if you catch any errors please let me know. thank you again, and please send requests. hope you guys like this one ! 

friday’s were for you and steve. everyday of the week was really for you and steve. but friday had an official title of being your day. 

you and your best friend steve worked at the family video a few miles away. you two spent the entire week deciding on a movie to watch together after your shifts on friday. today marked the end of the week, meaning you were standing on steve’s front step, ringing the doorbell, movie in hand. 

“happy movie day, stevie!” you exclaimed, as he held the front door open. 

a small smile spread across his lips as he hung an arm over your shoulders. 

he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, “go put the tape in and get comfortable on the couch, i’ll grab us a few snacks.”

his house was big and quiet. it was always quiet when you were over there. aside from the many hours you and steve spent bullshitting, the house consistently lacked noise. it lacked life. it lacked love. 

you slipped your shoes off and knelt down in front of the tv. steve’s carpet was soft beneath your knees. the thick, black box made a slow, mechanical buzzing sound as you fed the tape to it. the movie slowly disappeared beneath the plastic flap. 

“steve! do you want me to press play now so you don’t have to watch the previews?” you called out to the kitchen. 

you were met with silence. 

no clanging of bowls, no ruffling of bags, no fizzing of whatever sugary drink steve picked out from the store that week. 

it was like he became one with the house. the quiet house. 

“steve?” you asked, standing up and wandering to the kitchen. 

steve stood over this sink, his head hanging low as he grasped the lip of the counter. despite thinking it would, your voice didn’t beckon him to face you. and aside from his heavy breathing, he remained unmoving. 

“steve? are you alright?” you approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

he nodded his head softly, turning away. 

“i’m fine. let me throw a few things in bowls and we can get started on our movie,” he walked over to a corner cabinet, retrieving the items he had in mind. 

you slid your body up on the countertop. something was off about him, you knew it. if all was well he would have already thrown you over his shoulder, accidentally talked over you about his day, and recounted the times he had been rejected during his shift. 

he carried dishes, snacks, and a stack of napkins over to the space beside you. his hands were full, and in an attempt to set everything down, he dropped a bowl on the hard countertop. it clattered loudly, the sound filling the room around you. steve flinched hard. 

you placed your hand on top of his, “steve.”

his sorrowful eyes looked to yours.  

you reached a hand out, pulling him between your knees that spread on the kitchen island. his body was flush against yours as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. he held onto you tightly, his chest pressed to you, his head resting softly against your neck. 

“dads really can be assholes,” he tearfully muttered. 

“they really can,” you responded.

snaking a hand up the back of his neck, you scratched and circled the delicately product-laden strands of hair beneath your fingertips. the more you rubbed his scalp, the more he leaned into you.

“he doesn’t understand that i really do try. i’m working five days a week renting out movies that i’ve never heard of to a bunch of people who wouldn’t give two shits if i lived in this town or not,” he spoke, “it’s hard dealing with all of this crazy shit when no one knows. i can’t just say ‘hey dad, sorry i’m struggling to balance a job with being constantly terrorized by the memories of fighting interdimesnional monsters’. instead, i bite my tongue and joke around like nothing’s happened.” 

“steve,” you whispered, releasing yourself from his grasp.

his eyes were so big and brown. you could see the lost and scared little boy that hid beneath the surface, desperate for someone to help him, to ease his fears.

you pictured him at eight years-old, wondering why his parents were always gone. not understanding why he so often sat alone in his room, a teenage girl getting paid $11 an hour to sit on the couch downstairs instead of his mom and dad. 

or when he was 12 years-old, the age that the two of you met, crying at the dining table. his parents leaving for a trip after his dad shouted at him for losing a basketball game. he tried to eat the preheated meal in front of him, but he couldn’t. all he could do was think of what his father told him. he was too stupid to get a real job in the future, so he needed to succeed in this sport if he wanted anyone to give a damn about him. 

or at 17 years-old when he climbed through your bedroom window with a crumpled up piece of paper in his hand. tears slipped from his eyes as he pleaded for your help with his college essay. you two stayed up into the early hours of the morning making sure it was perfect. of course, steve didn’t end up going to college, and deep down he felt like his father had been right all along. 

“everything just feels so different now,” he sighed, “the things that defined me for so many years, they’re all just, gone. i mean, to hell with the whole ‘king steve’ thing, who really cares about that. but sometimes, things just feel so unfamiliar.”

“your dad has no idea who steve harrington really is,” the tip of your finger traced the length of his jaw. 

“you are the kindest, most sincere, genuine person i have ever met. of course you like to throw me in the pool and make me file all of the returned documentaries at work,” you both laughed quietly, “but you care for every single person you meet in a way that most people never would. you brought max tapes for her walkman when billy died, you even gave her mom flowers when her parents separated. you go to every single one of lucas’ basketball games because none of the other boys will. you drive robin to school every single morning, despite it being in the complete opposite direction of work.” 

his hands slid from your waist to the tops of your thighs.

“you are smart. honestly, you are the most emotionally intelligent individual i have ever met. ever,” you poked a finger to the center of his chest, “your dad is an asshole for making you feel otherwise. and hey, change can be good. things are changing because you’re growing as a person. not everyone is mature enough to do that and i’m proud of you for it.” 

steve jokingly groaned and dropped his head to your chest, “can you please say that again?”

you chuckled lightly, “i’m proud of you, steve harrington. i’m proud of you for having a big, round heart that accepts so many wonderful people, i’m proud of you for protecting that bratty group of kids in the face of those damn interdimensional monsters, and i’m proud of you for just being you. despite facing a lot of tough shit, you turn to people with love, and that’s a beautiful thing to do.” 

the air hung silent for a few moments. 

“thank you. for everything. especially for letting me weep into your shoulder about my shitty father once a month,” he spoke, a small smile playing at his lips. 

“i love you,” you stated. 

“i love you,” he responded. 

“you deserve all of my unparalleled kindness,” you teased as he lifted his head. 

“one compliment and this is what happens to your ego,” he motioned, disbelieving at you. 

“movie time?” you asked, patting his waist. 

“yeah, we’ve put this on pause for long enough,” he replied, “come on.”

steve picked you up off the counter, holding you in his arms as he carried you to the living room. 

“if you fall asleep during one of these again, you owe me $10,” he tossed you on the couch. 

“looks like you’ll be $10 richer by the end of the evening.” 

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[ddoxhan]

happily ever after

I wished, but wonders only exist in fairytales

word count : 0.7k words

genre : angst; hope was dreadful yet she showed you, wonders

tw : none ?? though it's quite depressing

a/n : uni has been taking a toll on me with assignments and expectations :') trying my best to cope with it and I'm not losing :3 enjoy !!

a day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds. what are the chances that I'd be able to get past these dreadful numbers? and all of them make up only one day out of the many I've endured. I'd try so hard to remind myself that I've got people around me who cherishes my presence so I need to get past these life obstacles. but what if I said, I don't think I deserve to be part of anyone's life because all I am is just a burden and nuisance.

that's just how I've felt, for almost my entire life. if not entire, majority. sometimes I'd get that feeling that I don't deserve to be happy, delighted with the fact that I am so blessed with supportive parents and great friends. I still felt alone, no matter whatever moment we've spent together. It's like I'm bound to this feeling of solitude that would never leave for life, regardless of whether I have people in my life or not.

I've grown tired; tired of whatever life had been throwing at me. when one problem seems to be solved, another kicks in and have me worrying and overthinking it. sometimes it doesn't even need the completion of one problem for another to start. every year, I'd wish for it to be better than the previous one. I'm not even close to half a century and not even to the half of that.

what have I done wrong in my past life? what have I done wrong in this life? why does it feel like I'm being punished for my wrongdoings that I am not aware of? am I not trying hard enough to live this life? every time I throw these questions, there aren't any answers to them. one may think I'm too pessimistic to see the brighter side of life, but was there a brighter side to mine in the first place?

questions with no answer, conversations with no reply, sounds with no echo. emptiness would be the appropriate word to explain whatever I'm feeling right now. I've fought every minute till I feel nothing anymore. I don't know what to feel anymore.

my world revolved around trying to live normally, but was it at the cost of happiness and contentment? trying to live normally only resulted in me being not sociable enough, not striving academically enough, not active enough. just not being enough. I was not enough to be someone who could survive society.

there were days I'd wake up with no worries at the back of my head. however, those days could only stay in the past and never have one again. because I am growing, and I can only wish that I never become an adult as becoming one would only mean I'm expected to suck it up. suck everything up till I'm only just a shell, with nothing else inside of me.

as if I'm not already trying my very best to suck everything up and be the mature one, more problems arise and solutions seem like an impossible achievement. I have only one wish now, is to live normally and see the ending of this eventful life. even if it means at the cost of myself.

at the end of the day, I will end up alone. so why give myself hope that happily ever after was the ending of my story? when every path I took never seemed to be the right one, ning yizhuo, you showed up, brought yourself into my life and just told me that maybe that my pain is a way of life. everyone goes through it but you just had it harder. you gave your everything to the world, then a time where the world gives back to you would come.

you made it seem like my problems were nothing compared when the world was against you. yet you stood your ground and became the best version you could be. being the total opposite of myself, I was attracted to you who was optimistic and strong, both physically and mentally.

and that's when I fell. in love? perhaps. but it didn't just stop there where it grew into admiration. you became my role model in life and it fueled my will to live on.

wonders were only in fairytales but you showed me that fairytales were real.

#ningning #ning yizhuo #aespa #aespa fluff #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa drabbles #aespa x reader #ningning x reader

[alchameth]

"In summary therefore, the main conclusions of this thesis are:

i) There is a considerable amount of commonality between the methods and equipment of magic in the PGM, Hygromanteia and Clavicula Salomonis.

ii) There is a clear line of transmission from the Hygromanteia to the Clavicula Salomonis which is identifiable down to the very detailed level of Solomonic method and specific pieces of equipment. Therefore there can be no doubt that the Hygromanteia is the forefather of the Clavicula Salomonis.

iii) There are two main exceptions to the above point:

a) The skrying chapters in the Hygromanteia, have not been passed on to the Clavicula Salomonis. These skrying methods are however found almost word-forword in an 11th century Jewish source. Accordingly, either Jewish sources supplied these chapters to the Hygromanteia, or were derived from it.

b) The pentacles chapters in the Clavicula Salomonis do not derive from the Hygromanteia, but probably come from the manuscript Sepher ha-Otot, or from a related source.

iv) There is no clear line of transmission between the PGM and the Hygromanteia, but the high degree of commonality makes it certain that the PGM was a major contributor to the contents of the Hygromanteia. The Testament of Solomon was also shown to be an important contributor to the Hygromanteia.

v) A number of magical techniques were identified, such as precise timing of rites by day, hour and Moon phase, strict purification, fasting, use of specific incenses, use of shared nomina magica, and techniques such as threatening spirits with the names of their superiors, or the impersonation of a god to ensure compliance from the spirit.

vi) Equipment used for protection of the magician including the protective floor circle and the phylactery/ourania/lamen, are common to all three texts.

vii) There is a definite sequence to the procedures of ‘Solomonic magic’, foreshadowed in the PGM, but precisely defined in the Hygromanteia and the Clavicula Salomonis, and identified as the ‘Solomonic method.’

viii) The pentacle section of the Clavicula Salomonis was derived from the Sepher ha-Otot, or a cognate Hebrew source. A crude cut-down version of these pentacles was used in the Hygromanteia to construct the ourania/lamen, and the pentacles found in versions of the Clavicula Salomonis are less detailed, and with less complete Hebrew. Therefore either the Sepher ha-Otot is contributory to both the Hygromanteia and the Clavicula Salomonis, or a common ancestor informed all three texts.

ix) The meaning of -µαντεια as used in chapters 47-58 of the Hygromanteia embraces evocation and skrying as well as just divination.

x) Although Hebraic god names like Adonai, Iaō and Sabaoth are frequently found in the PGM, the Hygromanteia and Clavicula Salomonis, they were divorced from the methods of Jewish magic.

xi) The Sepher Maphteah Shelomoh manuscript of 1700, instead of being evidence of the Jewish roots of Solomonic magic, was in fact a translation of a Latin/Italian manuscript of the Clavicula Salomonis, and therefore not its source.

xii) A full set of correspondences of stones, herbs and beasts, has become split off from the Hygromanteia, prior to 1440, leaving just a few zodiacal and planetary herbal correspondences. These correspondences reappear in other grimoires, such as the Sepher Raziel, or in separate lapidaria, herbaria or bestiaries, but are not carried forward into the Clavicula Salomonis.

xiii) The so-called Mithrasliturgie, is neither a Mithraic text nor the liturgy of any religion, nor is it a magical text, but a procedure for a solitary Mystery rite, designed to confer immortality upon just one initiate.

xiv) A new translation for the Ephesia Grammata has been proposed, as an example of how knowledge of the techniques can sometimes help to decipher the meaning of nomina magica.

Speculative Conclusions about the origins of the Hygromanteia:

xv) The date of composition of the Hygromanteia was probably late 6th/early 7th century, with a major redaction occurring in the early 13th century.

xvi) The place of composition of the Hygromanteia was probably Alexandria, with the text being subsequently taken to Constantinople. The author was Greek educated and not a Christian.

xvii) The Hygromanteia may have been written or compiled by Stephanos of Alexandria (and Athens) in the late 6th century, and brought by him to Constantinople.

xviii) The title Hygromanteia was originally only applied to the last chapters 47-59.

ix) The most likely title of the Hygromanteia is The Magical Treatise of Gathering and Directing the Spirits, or the Magical Treatise, although it was probably originally called the Ἀποτελεσµατικὴ πραγµατεία."

Stephen Skinner, Magical Techniques and Implements present in Graeco-Egyptian Magical Papyri, Byzantine Greek Solomonic Manuscripts and European Grimoires: Transmission, Continuity and Commonality, 2013, pp. 377-379.

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Based on what I'm learning about animation, making a 3 minute episode would take

Divide the work schedule, how many seconds of animation will be done per day

Come up with script ideas

Draw a simple story board to visualize the scenes

Create an image for the new character, if any ( new Skibidi for each episode)

Design costumes, weapons, heavy equipment, etc.

Build a perspective (like a house building game)

Arrange characters for each perspective

Test rotation angles

Start creating actions and scenes for each character. 1 second needs 24 frames for the best image quality, 60 seconds multiplied by 24 frames will be 1440 frames

Every 5 seconds, test the scene once. If it's ok, move on to the next scene. If not, you'll have to fix it or start over (for professionals, doing an activity for 5 seconds will take 2.5 seconds). continuous working noise)

Test run longer segments, about 1 minute

Add small details if necessary in the perspective where the character appears

Add effects to the movie (explosion, fire spray, lightning) easy effects will be available, difficult effects like TvTitan's Core in episode 68 will have to be done manually from a->z (I still don't understand how is it possible to do that in an old software like SFM???? )

Colorize the footage

Voice over the scene (the sound of the character walking, the sound of wind tearing when the Titan swings his sword, the sound of grinding metal when the titan turns around, the sound of a gun being fired, etc.)

Test run the entire scene one last time

Render The actual rendering only takes 2 hours, while testing the footage will be like rewinding a clip on Youtube.

This clip will help you better understand the process of making a short 3-second animation

If you have time, you should learn how to do Animation, it's super interesting but also super nerve-wracking. I'm also learning to do animation on SFM so that one day I can see H.264 waving at me 👍👍👍👍

I'm guessing there was meant to be a link in 'this clip will help you better understand the process' but Tumblr ate it. (I think putting links in asks is generally a no-go.) Drop it in the replies if you'd like.

Thanks for the insights!

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