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My favorite thing is drawing him like the world's most fucked up cat
#stevie scribbles#benrey hlvrai#hlvrai benrey#hlvrai au#hlvrai#this stupid dyke i want to give him a kiss#blue revision au#blue revision meme#blue revision post-canon
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CASE FILES — TOKYO LEGAL TACHIKAWA
CASE 001: ONE/AFTERMATH
reo mikage lets his insecurities get the best of himself, and y/n is bamboozled. pro! post bllk! players. warnings for angst, insecurities, jealousy, a lil gaslighting. fem!reader.
reo mikage faces the aftermath of his actions, and his ex-girlfriend (?) tries to move on. pro! post bllk! players. warnings for swearing, violence. angst to fluff, both platonic and romantic relationships present.
CASE 002: CHEESE
meguru bachira likes to take pictures.
CASE 003: THE SUITE
it’s yoichi isagi’s birthday, and he attends his best friend’s football match.
CASE 004: SHELL, FLESH, WATER
hyoma chigiri suffers a major football loss. he also lets his partner see his vulnerable side. warnings: angst, comfort, chigs is sad, nudity, bathing together, established relationship, just vulnerable hyoma letting out his fears.
CASE 005: RECONSIDER
rin itoshi has to reconsider his usual answer which he gives his interviewers, which is a hard “no.”
CASE 006: # I HEART PUBLIC RELATIONS
in order to your boost your popularity as a lifestyle influencer, your manager decides to partner up with anri teieri and jinpachi ego, for a PR stunt with a man from one of japan’s most famous content houses: blue lock.
CASE 007: DON'T LEAVE ME, GIRL
this is men from kaiju no. 8, blue lock & wind breaker as henry danger memes.
ADJUNT CASES: CAMPUS CRUSH GALORE
blue lock & tokyo revengers series. each fic is a standalone, college au about love at first sight/first meetings. fem! reader. (on hiatus)
ADJUNT CASES: ORQUÍDEAS
wind breaker & blue lock collab. an event where fluff and angst pieces were written by my lovely mutuals.
CASE FILES — ARCHIVED FROM TOKYO LEGAL ARIAKE
where the files from our last law firm lie at. we keep these files in case of revisions, evidence, or just practice for our interns. our last firm strictly attended clients of japan's most famous football stars, who rose to fame in blue lock.
CASE 001: TIME OUT
yoichi isagi playfights with his significant other.
CASE 002: XOXO, GOSSIPCORP
reo mikage is bored inside his father's office, so he decides to start a gossip account for mikage corp.
CASE 003: THE SCOOTER INCIDENT
you meet meguru bachira while he rides his scooter. warnings for tiny injury (scratches).
CASE 004: DOMESTIC LIFE
what's it like to live with rin itoshi?
CASE 005: ONE MORE DATE
rin itoshi is set up by his mother on a date with a person she met while she shopped. he isn’t a big fan of this… or is he?
CASE 006: CRUST, MANTLE, CORE
rin itoshi has many layers. lucky for you, you got to know every one of them.
CASE 007: COFFEE GROUNDS
sae itoshi is a barista, and his coffee sucks ass. you don’t mind, though.
CASE 008: EL CLÁSICO
sae itoshi reacting to his s/o previously being a barcha fan.
CASE 009: I'VE FALLEN (FOR YOU)
the itoshi siblings, seishiro nagi, and rensuke kunigami teach their s/o how to kick the ball. they fail miserably, falling and landing on their ass.
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#isagi x reader#rin x reader#bachira x reader#chigiri x reader#reo x reader#sae x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#rin itoshi x reader#meguru bachira x reader#hyoma chigiri x reader#sae itoshi x reader
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˖⁺ ⊹୨ Fogged up ୧⊹ ⁺˖
Derek with glasses x gn!reader (wc: 3k)
I might make it wonderful for once. In my life but nothing's quite like it was. Surprised something inside me is a blur. Hindsight I should've lifted my eyes — Blur by The marías
SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18
WARNING: Sexual tension | friends with benefits | thigh riding | handjob | penetration | in the middle of sex love confession and rambles | Porn with plot | Not proofread (literally did not revised this once so, shitty probably) | no use of y/n. | quicky | Needy Derek for life!
credits for the derek with glasses edit: strwbrryhutch
Backstory: In a sudden visit to your best friend's house, you stepped inside, immediately taking notice of something different, Derek was wearing glasses, a sight you had not seen since your freshman year in college. The sight of him wearing glasses immediately brought back a flood of memories of the old Derek.
Today was a drag, and what does a bored person do? Meddle in someone's business just for shits and giggles.
You summoned your driver, instructing him to take you straight to Derek's mansion. Unsolicited visits were common between you two, it never phased him or you, especially if it meant fucking his brains out.
Stepping into the white palace, you couldn't help but admire the gaudy paintings adorning the walls. The colors and patterns were disgusting and loud to the eye, a familiar sight at that. It was, truly…Derek.
You strutted in, hands swaying rhythmically, plotting ways to tease the man, but upon entering his office, surprise struck: Derek, the epitome of irresponsibility, was actually working? And to top it off, he had the audacity to wear glasses.
A soft snicker escaped your lips, but before you could voice your thoughts, Derek flipped you off, his gaze still glued to his laptop. "Fuck off." Derek's voice was rough, weary, and irritated.
"Hello to you too, prick." You retorted, lowering his raised finger before leaning closer to his desk, curious at this newish side of him. "What's up?"
"I need to write an email to some asshole I don't care about." He sighed.
"Isn't your secretary the one who's supposed to handle that?" You questioned, bewildered by his predicament. You snatched his vape, blowing the air back at him in a show of defiance.
"Yeah, but she’s on a break because she just popped out a kid or something."
"Derek! You knocked up your secretary?!"
"What?! No," he stuttered, backtracking. "I haven't— never mind." Derek reclaimed his mint-colored e-cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoky air from his plump lips.
"Let me see your masterpiece." Inclining beside him, you scrutinized the Word document. Your eyes widened in amusement as you saw only three meek words.
"Motherfucker, you wrote three words. You're like SpongeBob in that meme, taking forever to write, 'The.' "
Derek's face flushed bright red as he realized how embarrassing this situation had become. His arrogance and self-assuredness crumbled momentarily as he was caught in such a vulnerable state. A small whimper escaped his lips, but he quickly regained his composure. “What does that even mean? You’re fucking weird.” He muttered, trying to salvage his pride.
"Whatever." You waved your hand as if to vanish the conversation, then you asked, "Why the glasses, though?"
"My contacts were drying the fuck out of my eyes from overuse, so the eye doctor or whatever, suggested I wear these more often." Derek explained, mumbling to himself, trying to decide what next words to write.
God," you grinned, your eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "I haven't seen you wear those glasses since we were freshmen.”
“Don’t fucking remind me.” Derek groaned, tugging at his face, a tic indicative of his discomfort.
“You were such a dork.” Laughter escaped you, and you idly ran your finger along the rim of his dark blue sleeve, the material smooth and luxurious.
"Don't you have anything better to do than bothering me?!" His squinty eyes held a hint of annoyance.
“Honestly? no, not really.” You replied nonchalantly, moving behind the chair to get close to him. Your index finger lightly tapped the temples of his spectacles, sporting a distinctive animal print. If he wasn’t wearing the glasses, you would mistake them for an old lady's pair.
“Does it look like a give a fuck? Because I don’t.” Derek mocked, standing tall. “Now, go do something while I finish this dumbass fucking email.” Derek orders, typing on his laptop as he bit his lip, forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand.
Tilting your head, you eyed the man with sun-bleached locks, in dire need of root touch-ups. It was like an impromptu trip down memory lane to the college library, where the studious Derek sat.
His square-rimmed glasses, unkempt hair, and outfit fit for Mister Rogers made him appear as a librarian in disguise, until you noticed the dumbass was wearing his student ID like a first grader. Despite looking like a librarian, there was something charming and endearing about his appearance. You couldn't help but fantasize about seducing him, pinning him against the nearest wall, and making him surrender to you.
Fate, however, took its time. Instead, a deep friendship between you and Derek developed. As time passed, you watched him transform into the man he is today. The memory of that encounter lingered in your mind, like a sweet, comforting scent, as you observed him in the present moment.
You chuckled to yourself as you reflected on the past, watching Derek in the present moment. A thought suddenly crossed your mind: "How would my younger self react if I said that Derek and I would actually become friends with benefits?"
That particular day was indelibly etched in your memory. It was Mickey's birthday, and Derek, intoxicated by merriment and possibly something stronger, seized your hand amidst Mickey's rambling speech. He led you to Mickey's room, and once the door closed, his unsteady form collided with yours. His mouth found your lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He proceeded by telling his desire to fuck you in that black outfit you were wearing at the party. From that night on, things had remained the same yet shifted in the shadows, with a newfound intimacy between the two of you.
The flood of memories overwhelmed you, your mind spinning. Your gaze settled on Derek, who appeared perplexed and agitated.
“What are you looking at? Why are you still—“
Invading his space as you sat on his thigh, you prompted a sharp intake of breath from him. The lenses of his glasses misted over, a testament to the rapidity of Derek's breathing.
He swallowed hard, trying to regain control. “Really, right now? When I'm busy? I swear you always pick the worst time on purpose. Fucking brat.”
His fingers gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white as he struggled to focus on anything other than the sensation of your body on his thigh. His eyes scanned your body, taking in your every curve and movement.
“Shut the fuck up.” You growled, tugging at his hair to emphasize your point, garnering a lustful rumble from his lips. "You know you love it." Moving your hips, you teased him, causing his head to roll back, a smirk spreading across his face.
“And if you wanna talk about brats, I suggest taking a look in the mirror.”
“Pfff.” Derek muttered, hands trying to remove his glasses before you stopped him. “What?!” He asked, clearly annoyed.
“Keep them.” You said, more than a demand than a request.
“What, why? I look goofy as shit.” Derek huffed, giving you a look that screamed annoyance.
A quiet moan slipped from Derek's lips as your hands roamed over the fabric, his excitement growing more apparent. His voice came out muffled, "H-how am I supposed to fuck you with these glasses on?"
"You'll figure it out," you replied playfully, slowly tugging the glasses down his nose. The intoxicating scent of his desire permeated the air.
In a swift motion, you dominated his body, your lips hungrily seeking his. Derek, still fumbling to discard his glasses due to the steamy makeout session, met your demanding grip.
Grabbing his wrist, you halted his attempts to remove them. After enduring his persistent complaints, he finally relented, accepting your terms – if he wanted to be fucked, he'd have to keep the glasses on for you.
“Great, now I can’t see shit.” Derek grumbled as you created some distance between you two.
"Exactly," you chimed, a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Hey, if you're into that, we could always try a literal blindfold. We've done it before, haven't we?”
"True, but it's not the same, Derek." You replied, your warm hands caressing the cold zipper of his pants. Slowly, you pulled it down, exposing his cheetah-print boxers.
“You look hot with glasses, you know? I didn't think I'd miss such a small detail, but... I guess I did." You shrugged, a wistful smile playing on your lips.
Derek caught your expression, picking up on the bittersweet nostalgia that seemed to surround you.
"Wait, so you're implying that you found me attractive back in college?" Derek asked, seeking validation for his former self more than genuine inquiry.
"Come on, you dress like a mess and people still think you're hot. A pair of glasses isn't going to change that." You teased, followed by a soft sigh. "But yeah, I did have a thing for you back then. I actually had a little crush on you."
Derek's eyes widened, the glasses making them appear even larger and more vibrant, perfectly complementing the blush that crept across his tanned skin. You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps hard, his lips quivering as he struggles to find the right words. It's clear he's desperate to say something, anything, but he remains tongue-tied.
Finally, he places his hands on you, guiding your body to grind against his neglected leg. "So... you're not saying anything?" Your voice carries a delicate mix of playfulness and uncertainty. You can't help but wonder if you've crossed a line by being so honest, or if you're just setting yourself up for rejection.
Those fears race through your mind, but you try to mask them with a lighthearted tone. You can't help but feel exposed, vulnerable, as you wait for his response.
"I don't know what to say," Derek stumbled over his words, his hands shaking as they gripped your hips. "I've had feelings for you since day one, but I never felt good enough for you. So finding out you've liked me all this time... it makes me feel fucking pathetic."
His breathing grew ragged, heart pounding against his chest, rendered speechless by the vulnerability of his confession and the intense burn coursing through him from your touch.
"You're still pathetic," you whispered, lips trailing along his neck, fingers deftly freeing his straining erection from his boxers. "But you're my pathetic."
The declaration hung in the air, charged with a mix of affection and desire. Derek's entire being was consumed by the sensation of your touch, the weight of your words, leaving him utterly at your mercy.
"Oh, fuck," Derek whimpered, his back arching in response to your kisses and nibbles along his neck. Your fingers traced his veins, adding to the sensory overload caused by the foggy glasses.
"I have to finish writing this email before five," he insisted, biting his lip to stifle any further cries.
"So what? I'm just here to help. You can still write your email without being too distracted," you replied mischievously, guiding his trembling hands back to the keyboard.
Annoyed but complying, Derek attempted to type as your hand began to stroke him. His fingers moved clumsily across the keys, resulting in a disjointed and sloppy email. He grunted, struggling to focus on the task at hand and the intense sensations consuming him.
"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," he growled, his voice dripping with desire.
"That's my favorite part," you replied with a wicked grin, increasing the tempo of your strokes. Your fingers teased the tip each time they reached the top, driving Derek wild with pleasure.
As he cursed under his breath, you pressed your hips against his leg once more, making his head roll back in ecstasy.
Derek let out a guttural hiss, clenching his jaw to suppress the urge to cry out in pleasure. His body tense, veins popping in his neck as he fought to maintain control.
"Oh Derek, we're just getting started," you teased. "Come on baby, finish that email for me so we can have some real fun."
“Ugh! I’m going to kill you... eventually, once I’m done with this.” Derek's eyes were twitching as he tried to focus on the screen, those glasses now a nuisance amidst his stress.
"You know you'd miss me terribly if I wasn't around to pester you all the time, you bitch," you whispered in his ear, your breath hot against his skin.
Derek's body shook, barely able to contain thirst, the overwhelming sensations threatening to push him past the point of no return. His whiny, desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as you dismissed his empty threats.
"Let me take a look at what you've got so far," you insisted, turning your head slightly to scan the jumbled words on the screen. "C'mon Derek, I won't let you finish until you've written something actually decent."
Derek's eyes widened in shock as he realized the gibberish he'd been typing, which only added to his frustration. He growled, his grip on the keyboard tightening as his thrusts into your hand became more forceful, bordering on desperate.
With great effort, he managed to string together a few coherent sentences, his arousal and irritation bleeding into every word. His breaths came in ragged gasps, heart pounding, as he fought to focus on the task at hand.
Finally, Derek declared he was done, but instead of relief, you intensified your assault on his aching shaft and thigh, teasing him mercilessly as you slowly read the email aloud.
"Wow, looks like you really do need to pay people to do your work for you," you mumbled with a light chuckle.
Derek's face flushed a deep crimson, his skin burning with a mix of embarrassment and pure, raw desire. "Fuck you, you're not helping," he spat, his voice strained with longing.
Despite his determination to stay composed, the relentless teasing combined with the foggy glasses and your skilled hand on his length pushed Derek closer and closer to the end. His eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the intense sensations surging through his body.
"Please, just fuck me," he whimpered, the words barely audible as he struggled to contain his desperation.
Unable to resist his pleading, puppy-dog eyes, you swiftly straddled him, guiding his shaft to your waiting sex.
A thrill of anticipation ran through him, the feeling of your warmth surrounding him almost driving him over the edge. Derek's grip on your waist tightened as his cockhead teased your entrance. The anticipation was maddening, and he could feel his control slipping with each passing second.
"Please, just take me." His voice was a hoarse whisper, desperation thick in every word. He was at your mercy, the heat and wetness around his tip driving him wild.
“You’re so fucking impatient.” You growled, as you slowly sank into him, taking all of him inside you.
Derek let out a loud cry, his body arching up off the chair as you enveloped him. The feeling was intense, and he clutched at you, his nails digging into your skin.
He was at your mercy, his body shuddering as you took your time with him, savoring the feeling of being so completely inside you. His mouth opened, but no words came out, the sensation too overwhelming to form even a coherent thought.
His glasses, still fogged, only added to the sensory overload, the world outside blurring as all he could focus on was the way you moved on him.
Each inch inside you was a gift, a blessing, and he was lost in the feeling of possessing you, even for a moment.
“Well you being teasing me all fucking night.” Derek replied back in between ragged breaths
Derek's breathing grew more erratic, the wish to claim you, to be inside you, to taste you, to possess you, all-consuming. "Fuck, just... ride me."
He gripped your waist, his body arching off the chair, desperate for more. His heart raced, and he could barely breathe as he awaited your next move.
“Someone really needs to teach you fucking patience.” You replied moving your body against his, with each word using more force than the last, the harsh sound of skin against skin echoing in the room of the mansion.
Derek's moans grew louder, each word you spoke followed by a groan, his body bucking against you, desperate for more.
“So fucking tight." Derek cried, his voice heavy with lust. He couldn't help but buck his waist, trying to take you deeper, leaving faint crescents in their wake. "Fuck... I need to fill you up." He gritted out. The crave to mark you, overwhelming him. His glasses, still mist over, served only as a lens to the whirlwind of lust consuming him.
“Till I'm dripping with your cum Derek.” You answered, nibbling in his ear. Derek grabbed your ass, guiding it and bouncing it up and down around his length.
"I'm not gonna- I’m not going to last much longer." He gasped out, his voice thick with lust, the words barely coherent as he struggled to maintain control.
The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their movements growing more urgent, more primal. Derek's glasses clouded, his vision blurred, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of possessing you, the way your body fit around him, the way you rode him.
He was powerless against the tide of lust that washed over him, the line between desire and need blurring as he teetered on the brink.
“Me neither.” You replied, your body jumping above his as you took him in and out.
Derek's body tensed, the scent of your arousal filling his nostrils, driving him further into the abyss. "Baby, I'm... I'm gonna..."
His voice hitched, the warning barely out before a hot spurt of cum filled you, the orgasm tearing through him like a tidal wave. His grip on your tightened, his nails digging in as he shuddered, each spurt a testament to his lust.
You soon reach your orgasm after, your tight walls milking him dry.
The world spun around him, the fogged glasses only adding to the dizzying sensation. He was left panting, his body spent, the aftershocks of the orgasm coursing through him as he tried to regain his breath.
Derek's eyelids fluttered, and he leaned his head back against the chair, the realization that he'd just been completely dominated, sinking in.
The nepo baby, the spoiled son of the president, had been brought to his knees by his closest friend. It was both humiliating and exhilarating, an experience he knew he wouldn't forget.
He whispered, nipping gently. "You win, brat."
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for the unusual fic-specific asks - broken ground, BTS?
Congratulations on getting un-shadowbanned! \o/ Which I assume is the reason I suddenly have two old meme asks from you in my inbox that I never saw when they came in. I am so sorry if it seemed that I was ignoring them!
I love pretty much all the scenes in this fic as they came out at the end of the revision process--despite its length it was a very tightly-focused fic for me, so I put a lot of effort into making each scene shine--but I will, as a sorting method, choose the one that was the absolute most fun to write, and most satisfying to get to, in the very first draft.
(Technically the whole chapter is one scene, in that there are no breaks, but I'm not going to do the whole 3500 words, so I'm choosing what feels to me like a natural 'break' point where the narrative attention shifts.)
All of Barbara's training tells her that Noelle and Albedo's approach is far too reckless to uncover a buried person. But she only holds her breath as the rocks around her sister are shattered to pieces, then scrambles forward over the gravel and drops to her knees at Jean's side. She has her sister's Vision clutched tight in her hand. There's no light in it, not even the tiniest, faintest, dimmest flicker at the very core. Barbara tucks it between her knees. She can't look at it right now. Then she sits back onto her heels, puts her free hand against her catalyst, and calls on her Elemental Sight.
I knew from very early on when writing this that I wanted Barbara to have to use her C6 ability for Jean. In the first draft, I played with the idea of this being a known power, though closely-kept secret, that she has--I think there's actually an excerpt somewhere on the blog of Kaeya outright asking for her because he knows she can--but it ended up working out better for the emotional arc for this to be the first time.
It's bad. Even if Sir Kaeya hadn't said what he'd said, even if she wasn't holding Jean's Vision, she'd have known it would be bad at the first glimpse of Jean's legs, tattered leggings revealing glimpses of purple-grey flesh. No, she'd known it would be bad from the moment they realized Jean and Sir Kaeya might be under all that stone. Barbara has been doing her breathing exercises ever since, doing everything she can to keep herself calm. Now is the worst possible time to panic.
Elemental Sight reveals many internal details to a healer trained to focus and refine their gaze, but her Hydro Vision makes her particularly aware of the flow of blood through someone's body. The blood left in Jean's veins, what little there is, has come to a stop.
There's absolutely no reason for magical healing to require the healer to see what they're doing, or justification for it to be visible to Elemental Sight like this. But it's something I like writing, so it's my dominant headcanon and one I run with whenever I get the chance.
Barbara picks up Jean's Vision and tucks it into her limp hand, still refusing to look at its dull grey surface. It had been flickering less than a minute ago. Maybe her heart had still been pumping when the rocks were blown apart. She's not dead yet, she's not gone, and if Barbara believes that- She has to believe that. She has to.
And as I imagined the mechanism here, she does have to. Pulling this trick off is reliant on her determination, which in turn is absolutely reliant on her belief. I also love in general, though, the trope of simply not wanting to believe that your loved one is gone.
Putting her hand over Jean's breast, she takes a deep breath, then begins to sing. Not one of her own cheery songs; a hymn, a plea to Barbatos, just in case he's listening. Beneath the hand she has over her own Vision, it begins to hum in tune, a vibration that's picked up next by her catalyst as the magic of her Shining Miracle begins to take form. Blue light gleams around her, its familiar patterns crazed by the broken rock. Barbara doesn't dare look. Her gaze is focused entirely on Jean, on the muddy swirl of colors shown by her Elemental Sight, the crazed amber of fractured bones and the fading blur of teal in her collapsed lungs and the blue of Hydro just barely visible where it traces through her, pooling in some places and draining from others. There's none of the faint violet that should limn the muscles, the lungs, the the heart- Barbara makes herself put that observation aside.
I have a whole system of what elements match to which parts of the body and which associated illnesses and ailments, which I laid out on this blog somewhere in my headcanons tag. I recall coming up with a whole mnemonic rhyme about it in my head at the barn that I was going to work into this scene as something Barbara is remembering from her training as she works, but ended up dropping that before I actually got to this part.
Hydro is her element. Take care of that one, first, or the rest won't matter. She gathers all the glowing Hydro song of the Shining Miracle and pours it into Jean, flooding her veins with fresh blood, drawing the pools into their proper current, cleansing what she draws out from crushed muscle and inflamed flesh as she goes. It's not enough; Barbara reaches out with her Vision, drawing in the moisture from the air all around. She can feel tears trickling down her face and draws from them, too, leaving salt-trails on her cheeks. A wind surges up from the lake, heavy with moisture. Barbara reaches the end of the hymn and begins it again, struggling to sustain the scale of this Miracle with only her Vision and her voice. Blood rushes through Jean's veins at her command, running through her heart in its proper course--in, out, in, out, in, out--as she pours all of that Hydro into it. Barbara can feel the Miracle starting to slip away. Fresh tears well up and she draws on them too, her voice starting to go raw as her throat dries out. It is too late. It's not going to be enough. Barbara's voice breaks in a dry sob.
I spend a lot of time trying to translate game mechanics into something that makes narrative worldbuilding and sense in my fics. It's utterly unnecessary, but it's very fun! And my personal de-gamification of 'elemental particles' is that Visions draw elemental power from their environment, which is strongest when it's free-floating energy from Vision use and other magic, but can also draw from natural sources. Like humidity. Or tears.
And then, with a flash of violet all through Jean's body and a jerk that Barbara can feel beneath her hand, Jean's heart begins to beat again on its own.
Hydro-based CPR!
The pattern of her Shining Miracle draws inwards as it does, the last of its power pouring into Jean's still form. That was the most difficult part, but Barbara is far from done. As she takes a moment to gasp for breath and assess the remaining damage, she looks up to see Noelle on her knees at Jean's other side. Barbara gives her a grateful look. "Do you think you can help with her bones?" Geo is best for bone-healing, but there's so much damage here that Barbara honestly isn't sure if Noelle is capable of it. Jean's pelvis is shattered, her legs crushed--Barbara is keeping her left femoral artery, nicked on the broken femur, from bleeding out by magic alone--and half her ribs broken, some of them buried deep in her collapsed right lung. If Noelle can heal them, though, Barbara has higher hopes about being able to handle the rest.
Finally getting to describe what was going on internally with Jean in detail, instead of vaguely alluding from Kaeya's POV or noting mostly symptoms from Jean's self-analysis, was very satisfying. TBH this may be why I have that Elemental Sight headcanon in the first place. Let the rescuer see and be aghast at just how injured the whumpee is--I love that particular flavor.
"Let me take care of it," Noelle says firmly, setting her hands on Jean's shoulder and hip. Through her Elemental Sight, Barbara can see the Geo energy starting to flow through her hands into the broken bone beneath, reshaping it and knitting it firmly back together. She seems to know what she's doing.
Noelle 100%, upon learning what the Geo healing specialty is, sat down and studied skeletal anatomy, then went out and practiced on broken-winged birds and such. As a knight with a Vision, it's an essential part of knightly training!
Relieved, Barbara starts to hum, pouring more of her Vision's power into the softer parts of Jean's flesh. She follows meticulously after Noelle, healing the soft tissue supported by each restored bone, wrapping blood vessels back around them and reconnecting them to the marrow within. There are poisons built up in Jean's crushed legs; she wicks them away before they have a chance to spread. Muscles and nerves have started to die; she pours blood and Hydro into them until they crackle again with life. Infection is already trying to take hold; she draws that out with the poison and chokes it ruthlessly to death. She siphons the sweat from her own skin, the moisture from the air, the saliva from her mouth. Her singing voice goes hoarser and hoarser as her throat dries out. Gloved hands hover over her Vision with ice cupped in them, and Barbara greedily draws on every bit of melting frost. Noelle, across from her, is pulling Geo energy from the stone all about at equal speed. Everything they can reach, they pour together into Jean. Bit by bit, drop by drop, they put her big sister back together.
This chunk of prose was just so fucking satisfying to write. I spent so much time at the barn thinking out the exact words and cadence. That three-sentence sequence with the semi-colons in it had to balance exactly. 'Bit by bit' spent time as 'bone by bone' and is still the most-debated line to me, but I really wanted to emphasize Barbara was leading the effort and alluding more directly to 'bone' than to 'blood' felt like it undercut that somehow.
"There," Noelle gasps, as she knits the last broken toe and the stretched-thin glow of her Geo fades. "Can I help with anything else?" "No," Barbara says, her voice even rawer. Her lips are chapped, and her mouth feels like a desert. There's nothing more her Vision can give her, or she can give her sister. A Vision's healing is powerful, but its use takes a strain on the body and mind that Barbara can see in Noelle's face, ghastly pale, and feel in her own aching flesh. Jean is still visibly bruised, her lung repaired but still collapsed, the bleeding in her skull eased away but her eyes still closed. She's breathing, Barbara tells herself. She's alive. That's all that matters.
That is all that matters! You did it! Good job, Barbara! I wanted this to feel like a massive amount of work and I do think I accomplished that.
"Will she make it?" Barbara registers Master Diluc and Sir Kaeya kneeling nearby, tense and at the ready, as if their martial prowess can do anything for Jean's wounds. Sir Kaeya claps a hand over his right eye as she looks up that doesn't hide the dried blood streaked all the way down to his chin.
Oh, right, the boys are here too. XD Also emphasizing how completely focused Barbara was--she takes the water they're making/melting for her above without any conscious awareness whatsoever of where it comes from, just that it's here and she needs it. Nothing else mattered until Jean was alive and going to stay that way.
"She's alive," she says aloud. "I'd like it if she woke up, so I could get her to use a Dandelion Breeze on herself, but... she's still alive, and mostly stable."
If this was where I'd ended the actual chapter, or had a clean scene break, it would end on 'she's still alive.' In fact, when I first wrote the first draft, it did! It felt nicely final to a very intense writing session. Then I came back the next day and had to continue the conversation (in which Diluc would never have changed the subject if he didn't feel it was safe for Jean to divert Barbara's attention), and it changed.
#why not meme i guess#asked and answered#i'll get to your other ask when i'm back in a 'can write kissing' mood. that one doesn't happen on command alas XD;;
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People I wanna know better tag meme
was tagged my @lurkingshan <3
Last song?
ok so there's actually a story behind the last song i listend to: earlier i was revising some stuff we did in my thai class before christmas (bc our new course is starting tomorrow) and one of the words was "earthquake" and i saw the thai word written down in my notes and somehow i heard the word as a melody in my brain?? instead of my normal reading voice?? and so i went to look up the song and sure enough the word is there
youtube
actually i heard the melody of the word "earthquake" from this song in somebody's very specific voice and i wish i could say that you can win a prize if you're able to pinpoint who and where exactly i got this song from but alas i don't have a prize, so you'll have to do with my highest admiration lmao . yes i've linked it on my blog before some time in the last few weeks
Favorite color?
blueee i really like blue, esp a nice shiny dark blue
Currently watching?
cooking crush
last twilight
the sign (i'm like 2 eps behind tho)
and i know i just got done with my bad buddy anniversary rewatch only yesterday, but i was thinking of doing another rewatch next month when i'm on semester break bc i wanna track all the times an instrumental version of "just friend?" plays as background music
Last movie?
*gaily* Überraschung!
no, i will not elaborate. this one goes out to all my german speakers. if you know you know 🤭
or actually, i'll let calvin and habs do the explaining
Sweet/Spicy/Savory?
totally depends on my mood and the dish
(unpopular opinion but savory strudel >>>>>>>>>> sweet strudel)
Relationship status?
trying to get over a crush single. bc i'd rather be caught dead than tell anyone how i feel about them. can't let people know we have, you know...
running away and denial is a healthy coping mechanism i know lmao
Current obsessions?
what am i if not a bad buddy blog in its joongdunk era
Last thing you googled?
"100 usd to euro" bc of this poll
Selfie or another pic you took?
enjoy this picture from that one time when boy cat INSISTED that he too needed to go on a walk when my mom took the dog outside and then got really angry when there was, well, snow on the ground
the world sure is not fair, huh
tagging:
@dimplesandfierceeyes @nongnaos @greenteadumplings @sunnenfinster @visualtaehyun @moonkhao @newyearknwwme @gaym3bo1 @ranchthoughts @mommyzhilla @callipigio
#am i doing this instead of working on my paper? yes. yes i am#rip to me i guess#also savory strudel IS better than sweet strudel and i will die on this hill#spinatstrudel my beloved <3333#oh how i'm craving spinatstrudel rn#where can i get spinatstrudel at 9:30pm#that reminds me i still need to have dinner so i guess i should warp this up#tag game#alsoooo if you can't tell where the movie quote is from then here's another tip:#imagine it said in a gay bavarian voice#the color is also a hint lol#if you still can't tell what it is then you probably haven't seen the movie bc that quote is pretty well known and iconic dfjkfdk#Youtube
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munday writing detail meme!
Name: Kotys
Age range: under 18 | between 18 and 25 | 25 and older
Pronouns: She/Her
Random fact about me: I have sectoral heterochromia. My irises are half blue and half green.
When it comes to planning threads: I like to wing it completely | I like to plan the start of the thread | I like to plan several key points in the thread | I like to plan every reply | It depends (elaborate)
Pre-established relationships between muses: I enjoy them | I like them occasionally but mostly prefer to play the relationship out | I don't do pre-established relationships
When it comes to replies, I like to: Keep mine short (1-2 paragraphs) | Keep mine to medium length | Keep my replies long (10+ paragraphs) | It depends (elaborate) The mood dictates the length of the reply, and it also depends on the driving point of my reply. It's important to me that I can express my muse in an appropriate way that gives your muse & the overall thread the necessary hooks for us to grab and continue the story.
I generally try to reply in: 1 day | 3 days | A week | Within a month | More than a month
I like getting asks for memes I reblogged a long time ago: Yes | No | Depends
I like getting random IC asks from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends
I like getting tagged in unplanned starters from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends
I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals to plan our threads: Yes | No | Depends
I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals just to chat about things not related to RP: Yes | No | Depends (K here - I'm not good at keeping conversations cuz I get tired fast in social situations. You can talk to me about regular degular stuff if you wanna but it's not what I seek here. I'm here to focus on rp first and foremost 🫶 hence ooc friendships might be hard to create with me but I prommy I love all the friends who have patiently grown a friendship with me over months of friendly slowburn lmao)
I enjoy writing: Drama! I love having an external conflict that drives our muses in a certain direction where they can grow their relationship. :) I'm not great at banter for the sake of banter. I need a story.
I don't enjoy writing: Fast banter. I don't have the time to spend on quick back and forths. I wish I did tho. It looks super fun! Also smut. I'm so awkward with it, I just can't do it without being beet red in the face. I can try, but it's got to be part of a bigger story so I don't feel like there's a spotlight on the act.
My favourite tropes are: Rivals to friends/lovers and friends/lovers to rivals. Found family. Secret identities. Funny slice of life situations.
Opinion on shipping (for a specific character or in general): It's good 👍 I'm a huge sucker for slowburn. I don't like jumping into ships because I love building up to them. Sometimes baking the cake is more fun than eating it if you catch my drift.
I get inspired to write by doing this: Listen to music that feels appropriate to the storyline's current mood, hallucinate the scene with my mind's eye, write down the main idea I want to convey in my reply, note a couple of bullet points then take a break and come back when I'm able to revise my ideas and actually write the reply. This is mostly for big threads with big plot points, or threads I've lost the initial creative inertia for. I don't always take breaks to revise, but this is mostly the gist of my process.
One of my favourite threads/drabbles/etc: On my SpyxFam blog, my Yor and I wrote an AMAZING thread in which our fake spouses found each other after my muse had to fake his death. I think it was the best thread I've ever written with someone. My incredible RP partner helped me push against my writing limits & I feel like I am a much better writer thanks to them. I think our thread went for 6 months lol it was such a good experience!!! I've also written Lilith a couple years ago with an incredible Lucifer that I hold fondly to my heart. It was just as good!
A writing partner (or partners!) I've enjoyed writing with: My incredible Yor on my SXF blogs and a couple of writers I've sadly lost contact with. I hope they're fine.
A mutual I want to write with but haven't yet: Oh man, all of you!
Tagged by: none, found this on the for you page
Tagging: you!
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Hi hi Jesse!! I hope all is well and that your day is going amazingly 🥰✨️ I was just wondering-- who is the blue bunny critter in your OC meme? Their design is so so cute and I'd love to know more about them if you have any spare facts to share!! 💕
EEEK HIIIII MEG!!!!!!! :DDDD <33333 💕💕💕💕💗💖💖 HELLO HELLO!!!! THANK U SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I always love talking about my OCs!!!!! :9 And I'm super happy that he caught your eye!!!! 💕💕‼️‼️‼️ I'd be more than happy to give you more info about him.....
THE BLUE BUNNY CRITTER is BLINKER!!!!! My wonderful Blinker...... He is actually just a regular guy in a BUNNY COSTUME funnily enough HAHA!!! His actual name is Pascal Howell! And Blinker is the name of the character he plays, which is strangely ironic in an intentionally cruel way 🙁 Because he can't see. Not just that he can't see out of his costume but he literally has no eyes. I FEEL BAD BECAUSE YOU SAID HE HAS A CUTE DESIGN BUT . His circumstances are 😭😭😭 contrastingly horrific ACK!!!
He's a performer at an extremely unethical circus/stunt show in which the performers are being purposely mistreated for """comedic""" purposes (though the audience doesn't know this). Blinker (as a character) is advertised as perpetually dizzy, clumsy, and endearingly confused. He is always bumping into things. But the real reason why Blinker is so poorly coordinated is because he HAS NO EYEBALLS. His EYEBALLS were forcibly removed and he isn't used to walking around without sight, so naturally he is very clumsy. ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Eventually, he gets used to navigating without sight, though! And this is how he wins... It just takes him a little while to figure out...
He is often very sullen/melancholy and panicky because of his maltreatment (which is a somewhat jarring contrast from the appearance of his perpetually grinning mask/costume).☹️ He tries to be unobtrusive, as to not attract attention to himself. But he's really quite a sweet guy with good intentions. He isn't an antagonist/slasher type character... I guess he's like a protagonist of horrible circumstances more than anything, if that makes sense!!!!!
AND I HOPE IT'S OKAY IF I MENTION ANOTHER CHARACTER FROM THIS SAME STORY: PRETTY KITTY!!!!! Who is a fellow performer with Blinker, though I haven't figured out their deal yet!!! The story is rather OLD and probably worth a little revision, but they're basically people in mascot costumes!!!!! ^_^ EEK SORRY FOR ALL THE WORDINESS AS USUAL!! I hope this answers your question!!!!!!! 💖💖💕💕💓💓💕💘💘💗💗💗💗 THANK YOU SO SO SUPER MUCH AGAIN FOR THIS ASK, I had a LOT of fun talking about them so thank you again for the opportunity!!!! <333333 AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING DAY MEGGG!!!! This ask genuinely made my day heehee T_T <333333 !!!!!!!!
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Thanks for the tag on the Fanfiction Writer Meme, @berrymascarpone!
Blue: All past fandoms | Red: Bleach specifically
Notes: 1) Slightly inaccurate. I did not “had” a Livejournal, I continue to have one! <3 2) Dotted line because I don’t think that a couple paragraphs of Matsumoto having anonymous Rukongai sex counts as “smut content,” given its brevity relative to the rest of the work, but it did happen. 3) I have been part of one fandom with an extremely robust tradition of beta-reading, and have had two really stellar beta-reads, one of which offered advice I still think about to this day. I miss that! 4) Debating what is and isn’t a genre isn’t interesting to me; relatedly, acafandom as a whole is something I am very uninterested in. That’s not the way I want to engage with these texts. 5) I prefer researching during writing, not before! Story first, details or revisions in subsequent iterations. Though there are plenty of outside world things that inspire story without me actively seeking it out, which might count here as "research before"?
I will tag some of the Mayuris (no pressure)!: @criminal-sen @mayuris-basement-dweller @unohanadaydreams @fractoluminescence
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Answers for the WIP Adaptation Meme for An Eternal Crown
🪩—Would you want a movie adaption, TV, or something else? Animated or live action?
Any of the above. Each choice sounds fantastic. For that matter, I might like to see it as an opera, because it's based on an opera – it's a gender-bent retelling of The Magic Flute. But if there's an animated adaptation, I don't want it to be CGI. I want classic, beautiful 2D animation in the style of old-school Disney or Don Bluth.
✅—Which character/plot point/etc would be your favorite to see on screen?
Hmm... I'd love to see King Vorteyo and his warriors in all their ethereal majesty, and I'd love to see their two spectacular defeats by the magic of the Divine Gold: the first in the backstory, when Alesta donned the Gold for the first time, the second at the end, after Sarisa and Zeran have inherited it. Just as long as the filmmakers can make the Gold's magic look different from the Elements of Harmony in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (the Elements of Harmony were an influence on it when I wrote it, but of course I'd want it to look different onscreen), I'd especially look forward to those scenes. For that matter, I'd especially look forward to a montage depicting the backstory of Vorteyo's reign, his brutal persecution of the Sisterhood, Queen Lusina's self-sacrifice to defeat her husband. It could be a great opportunity for artistic beauty and intense emotions.
🎤—Describe the opening scene
Can I ever describe it! I've revised it so many times, I'm almost sick of it by now! We open with Sarisa screaming for help, caught in the coils of an enormous constrictor snake in an exotic forest. She kicks and punches it with all her might, and tries to stab it with the dagger she carries for self-defense. But its horned scales are too hard, and it only squeezes her tighter. Suddenly, a silver light appears in midair, and then three warriors in dressed in blue velvet and silver armor appear. They charge at the snake with their spears to rescue Sarisa. But before they can reach her, she gains a second wind and manages to stab the snake. (This was my biggest revision, by the way; in my earlier drafts, the warriors rescued her, but a beta reader warned me that this would make her come across as weak.) With great effort she cuts off its head, then collapses beside the corpse, badly injured. But suddenly she finds herself enveloped in silver light, and her injuries fade away. She turns and sees the healing light emanating from the three warriors' hands. Then she converses with the three men. It emerges that Sarisa is a princess, but that she ran away from her tyrannical parents and has been traveling ever since, dressed as a peasant boy and doing menial work here and there to survive. She asks the warriors the name of their country and who rules over it, but they refuse to tell her anything until they've announced her arrival to "their leader." Clearly (and from her perspective, uncomfortably) attracted to Sarisa, they bicker among themselves about who will stay behind to guard her while the other two go back to their leader. But Sarisa breaks up the argument and reminds him that she's armed and can protect herself. Ruefully, all three bid her farewell and vanish.
@fictionadventurer, @leporellian
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17, 20, 21 for "40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers"?
answered 17!
20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.
warm coffeeshop with decent snacks and large tables, lined paperchase spiral notebook, uniball pilot micro pen in dark blue, second uniball pen in a bright colour for editing notes, no pandemic so i can eat and drink indoors. (it has been a long time since i worked in my perfect writing conditions.)
21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
depends on the fic! i do an outline, then i write a first draft. i do tend to edit as i go along - i'll go back over what i've written every time i re-open the doc - so it's not a pure first draft. then i'll either do a pass before i pass it off to a beta or i will be so tired of it that i will pass it off to a beta right away :P then i incorporate any beta notes, then i re-read it one more time. and then i skim it once i've got it in the ao3 posting setup. this is assuming the process was easy - more problematic fics might go back to a beta again at some point, or get re-written from the first draft stage. but 3-4 minimum, i suppose.
thanks!
[ask me more things]
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(Ask meme here!)
3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?
LINEAR TIME IS FAKE and so is linear writing. VERY few of my fics were written even vaguely linearly--I think two points of a triangle was probably the most linearly written, which is hilarious because it’s reverse chronology. (string of beads to me was also mooooostly linearly written, iirc?) Otherwise, I hop around wildly--not just between scenes but, like, I’ll write part of a scene, leave some impenetrable note for myself like, “[REACT, there’s more here]” and then jump to a completely different scene. Also I write pieces of parallelism together. (I have definitely talked about that before www.)
Just for fun, the first bit I wrote of all my multi-chapter fics:
linear time is fake: the bit right at the end of the first scene where Polnareff asks about the time stop and Jotaro dissociates so hard that time stops working for him
Buddhism fic: the frickin’ Four Noble Truths joke. I know what I’m about
disjoint: this is a weird one, because the first bit of this I wrote was actually originally for a flower blooming and then got ported over, but it’s the bit right when Giorno resurrects Bruno about the difference between living and surviving. the first bit I wrote for the fic properly was the bit where Abbacchio grabs Bruno’s arm as he’s getting off the boat and Bruno can’t feel it and is like, “hm, maybe I should be panicking, but this doesn’t really feel any different than normal.”
a flower blooming: Giorno wondering if he could build a body that his stepfather had never touched... again, I know what I’m about.
Moral of the story: first thing I write for the fic is the Concept (traumatic) and/or the best joke in the whole thing.
5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
God, I wish I knew. Occasionally I am seized by The Passion and then I write...very slowly...for a period of time...until it’s done.
But in general:
gotta have music going. people who write in silence are incomprehensibly powerful and/or don’t have PTSD-induced hypervigilance
weirdly it’s helpful if I’m writing something else for work at the same time (I have a habit of finishing diss chapters/conference papers and fics back-to-back)
cannot be writing a million words of student feedback and/or lectures at the same time
when I was in college I wrote most of my fiction late at night but that is 100% not true anymore; I think I do much more writing (not just fic) in the afternoon/early evening now
I can/do sometimes write chunks of fic on my phone in a Google Doc, but once it gets close to completion/once I have revision notes, it has to be all on my computer
Otherwise, it’s mostly a lot of waiting around for my brain to get into gear. Sometimes it gets into gear in the weirdest places, like the Back Bay Commuter Rail Station (I wrote a shocking amount of blue ribbon there).
15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?
Listen to me. Look into my eyes. Shrine AU. I want them to film Shrine AU. Not because it’s my favorite fic, not because it’s the fic that would translate best to film, but because it’s content that’s so inexplicable that Hollywood would either be irrevocably changed by proximity or utterly destroyed. It would be a critical failure at the box office. I’d watch it in theatres multiple times.
#ask Queenie#parallelism palooza: the journey#Queenie actually says something on this blog#thank you for the ask! did manage to convince my brain to write a chunk of book review >:3c#if this makes it sound like I am constantly trying to trick my brain into functioning properly: yes. you understand the situation perfectly
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Reposting my doodle of my Tommy doing them dog eyes but actually downloaded off of my iPad this time
#stevie scribbles#tommy coolatta#tommy hlvrai#hlvrai tommy#hlvrai#hlvrai au#blue revision au#blue revision meme
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2025 starts on cautious footing, USD hits 2-year high
US stocks ended weaker on Thursday, after a volatile first session of 2025, starting the new year on a cautious note after a subdued December performance tarnished the strong gains seen overall in 2024.
The main Wall Street indices slipped back again amid concerns over a slower pace of interest rate cuts by the Federal Reserve and uncertainty over the impact of incoming US President Donald Trump’s policy.
Investors fear that Trump’s policies could keep inflation elevated in the long-term, leading to fewer interest rate cuts by the Fed. The central bank recently flagged a slower pace of rate cuts in 2025, citing concerns over sticky inflation and a robust labor market.
Ahead of next week’s monthly official jobs report, the latest weekly jobless claims dropped by 9,000 to a seasonally adjusted 211,000 for the week ended December 28, the lowest level since April and below forecasts for 222,000 claims.
Meanwhile, the S&P Global manufacturing purchasing managers index (PMI) for December saw a smaller than expected contraction to a reading of 49.4, down from 49.7 in November but above forecasts for a fall to 48.3. A reading above 50 points towards expansion in the sector, while a reading below 50 signals contraction.
The Atlanta Fed GDPNow model has revised its growth estimate for the fourth quarter of 2024. The model now predicts a seasonally adjusted annual growth rate of 2.6%, down from the previous 3.1% forecast made on December 24.
On foreign exchanges, the dollar jumped to a two-year high, adding around 1.0% versus both the pound and the euro, building on the strong gains from the prior year as expectations remained intact that growth in the US economy will still outpace that of its peers.
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At the stock market close in New York, the blue-chip Dow Jones Industrials Average was down 0.4% at 42,392, while the broader S&P 500 index fell 0.2% at 5,868, and the tech-laden Nasdaq Composite shed 0.2% at 19,280.
The main focus was on electric vehicles maker Tesla, which fell 6.1% after its fourth quarter deliveries came in at 495,570, a record level, but below the consensus estimate for 512,277. Meanwhile, Tesla’s overall deliveries for 2024 fell for the first time in more than a decade.
Elsewhere, Apple lost 2.6% on reports it is offering discounts on its latest iPhone models in China, a rare move that points to rising competition from domestic rivals in the world's largest smartphone market.
And personal finance app SoFi Technologies shed 8.3% after analysts at KBW downgraded the stock to ‘underperform’ on concerns over its lofty valuation and ambitious financial target.
But Nvidia gained 3.0% as Bank of America reiterated the AI chipmaker as its top pick ahead of the Consumer Electronics Show next week, with CEO Jensen Huang set to deliver a keynote speech during the event.
And Unity Software jumped 9.1% higher following a cryptic social media post from well-followed meme stock trader Keith Gill, known online as Roaring Kitty. Also boosting Unity was a block-trade of 1.32 million shares at a market value of $29.7 million earlier this week.
Among commodities, crude prices pushed higher, as traders eyed hopes for an economic recovery in China, the largest global oil importer.
The private-sector Caixin/S&P Global survey indicated that China's factory activity grew in December, albeit at a slower than expected pace. The report echoed Tuesday’s official manufacturing survey, and suggested policy stimulus is gradually trickling into the second largest economy in the world.
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US WTI crude climbed 1.9% to $73.09 a barrel, while UK Brent was up 1.7% to $75.90 a barrel.
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William Mason: Investment Opportunities and Risks of Technology Stocks
Market Dynamics And Analysis Of Key Factors
According to William Mason, the current performance of the U.S. stock market is complex and volatile, but there are investment opportunities to keep an eye on. Yesterday, the major US benchmarks closed mixed, with the S&P 500 and Nasdaq recovering from their intraday lows on the back of a strong performance by Nvidia, which rose 4.9%. However, the blue-chip Dow Jones fell 0.3% and the equal-weighted S&P 500 lost 0.5%.
Bond yields continued to fall, with the yield on the U.S. two-year bond dropping 16 basis points to 4.81 percent over the past three sessions, which William Mason said reflected market concerns about future economic growth and increased investor demand for safer assets.
Market sentiment has become more nervous, influenced by multiple factors. The artificial intelligence growth theme sparked investor interest in tech stocks, particularly the launch of new data center chips from Nvidia and AMD. The performance of these large tech companies provided some cushion for the broader market.
In addition, weaker-than-expected U.S. ISM manufacturing data and the downward revision of the Atlanta Fed on its second-quarter GDP forecast fueled market concerns about economic growth. The change in market sentiment was reflected in a number of indicators, including the sell-side indicator of Bank of America, which rose 67 basis points to 55.3% in May, the largest gain since December 2023. Market sentiment is now at its highest level in two years.
Investment Opportunities and Risks in Technology Stocks
William Mason said that technology stocks are of particular interest in the current market environment. companies such as Nvidia and AMD are innovating in the areas of artificial intelligence and data centers, which offer significant market potential. the rise in the share price of Nvidia reflects the confidence of the market in its future growth. Investors can seize investment opportunities in technology stocks by following the developments of these companies.
However, investors also need to be wary of the risks posed by market volatility and meme stocks. the surge in stocks such as GameStop shows an increase in market speculation, and this volatility may adversely affect portfolios. william Mason suggests that when allocating to tech stocks, investors should maintain a reasonable position to avoid large fluctuations brought about by changes in market sentiment.
Impact of Market Sentiment and Economic Data
Market sentiment is an important factor in the current investment environment. William Mason mentioned that the sell-side indicators and AAII bull/bear spreads of Bank of America show a clear change in market sentiment, which reflects the optimistic expectations of investors on future market trends. However, downward revisions to ISM manufacturing data and GDP estimates remind us that economic fundamentals remain uncertain.
Overall, William Mason believes that the current market environment is complex and volatile, but also rich in investment opportunities. By focusing on the development of technology stocks, rationally allocating investment portfolios, and maintaining sensitivity to market sentiment and economic data, investors can realize solid investment returns in a volatile market.
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Observation: RYM Top 100 Album Cover Review #11
Abbey Road by The Beatles
Well, here we go.
Abbey Road is one of the most iconic albums of all time. Considered by many to be the best album from arguably the best (and definitely most famous and influential) band of all time, there’s no way this album and its cover couldn’t be in talks for the best of all-time. This is another one that is so talked-about that I really can’t add too much to the conversation. I’m also very much not a Beatles superfan. I don’t dislike them or consider them overrated like some, but I’m also definitely too young to care a lot about them. They’re so far past my time that the people they influence are some of my favorite artist’s influences. My experience with their catalogue is very limited, and while I have plans to change that at some point soon (I’m working my way through a lot of contemporary psychedelic music right now, but I’m eventually going to get to them), I haven’t begun that journey yet.
With all that in mind, I may come back to revise this cover review later. I certainly will have to do that with Revolver and Sergeant Pepper’s, albums I’ve spent even less time with. But in this case I do feel like I have a decent amount to say, given how normal this cover is in comparison to some of the British Invader’s other works.
This is a case similar to Dark Side of the Moon, albeit in a different way. This cover is on many a shirt, I’m sure. However it doesn’t really have that iconographic quality that DSotM or similar covers have. Instead this cover is made iconic by its association with The Beatles and status as their last real record. It’s definitely the last one that gets praised a lot, and obvious it gets enough acclaim to land just outside RYM’s top ten. And for this album, I very much think this is a case of those outside factor’s carrying the iconic quality of the cover far beyond the artistic quality of the cover itself.
Not to say that it’s a bad cover by any means. Especially for the time, this is pretty quality, and it hits in the same way that albums like Weezer (the blue album) would hit later on. The meme-ability is off the charts here and I think that’s given it lasting staying power for modern audiences. But let’s be honest here for a second: If this was some random album in the middle of a random band’s discography, would it be good? I think in a vacuum, this is just a fine album cover. Because its The Beatles, they get away with just having a photo of them crossing the street. But without that influence, this cover doesn’t have a lot special going for it. The outfits and stances are a little bit heightened, this obviously isn’t a candid photo, it was set up and shot intentionally. But its also not heightened enough to really feel super special. The guys aren’t positioned perfectly evenly like the Weezer cover, the background isn’t particularly interesting like other photographic covers I’ve talked about (thinking of TPAB here) and the color palette really doesn’t speak to any specific vibe or emotion that this record might be touching on.
All that being said, this cover does not exist in a vacuum. It very much is one of the most iconic and memorable album covers of all time, and even if that is mostly due to the music and the men behind it, that fact remains. I give Abbey Road a 5/10.
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