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"Make Me Wanna" | Jackson!Joel x Reader oneshot

Song: Make Me Wanna - Thomas Rhett Summary: Joel fucks you in the back of a truck. That's literally it. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+, porn with a smattering of plot, smut, PIV, dirty talk, pets names (baby, darling), kind of dom!Joel, established relationship, Jackson era Word Count: 3.2k A/N: As always, the lyrics have been worked into the story, so if you can listen please do!

There are two working vehicles in Jackson. The school bus – a large van that serves as transport for the kids in the winter, when the paths freeze over and the snow falls too thick to walk through – and a ’75 Chevy Cheyenne. It’s the keys to this that Tommy hands Joel one early morning, the dry Wyoming summer heat already pushing the mercury up into the eighties.

The rest of the town are still asleep, but you, Joel, and Tommy are outside in the square, your conversation chorused by the call of the town’s raggedy old rooster. Joel’s having trouble concentrating on his brother’s instructions, his eyes flicking like the hands on a clock to the way the dress you pulled on this morning clings to your ass and hips, the thin cotton leaving very little to his imagination.

He’s sure you’ve done it on purpose; there can be no other reason to wear such an impractical outfit when you’re heading out beyond the wall. Sure, it’s an easy run – up to the dam, check everything’s in order, head back – but Joel’s not sure how he’s even going to make it there with you in that ridiculous damn dress, curves calling out to him. It makes him wanna-

“Joel, are even you listening?” Tommy’s voice cuts through his reverie, has him shaking his head like he’s trying to clear it of flies.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“What was the last thing I just said?”

“Uh,”

Tommy rolls his eyes and Joel looks at you for help, but you just smile at him innocently with dimples in your cheeks, batting your eyelashes like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.

“Jesus Joel, can’t you concentrate for two minutes?”

Tommy relaunches into his lecture about the dam and the route, and Joel tries to pay attention to the words, tries to ignore the way you’re gliding a single finger across the small of his back, hand dipping under his shirt to reach the hot skin there. It’s such an innocent gesture, the pad of your finger caressing him gently, without urgency, but it sends electricity coiling up his spine.

For your part, it’s all you can do not to jump him here and now. Tommy’s early morning wakeup call disturbed what was shaping up to be a very pleasant morning in bed with Joel, and there’s an insistent warmth in your belly at the memory of his rough stubble on the back of your neck as you lay together in bed not an hour ago. You’re wondering how far you can push him, how riled up he’ll have to be before he sacks in this run and takes you back to bed.

Finally convinced that Joel’s taken on board at least some of what he’s said, or perhaps fed up of trying to talk to him while he’s clearly so distracted, Tommy leads you both to an old barn where the vehicles are kept. The chevvy is a faded, sun-bleached red: a worn leather front bench up front, large enough for three or four people to sit in a line, with an open bed in the back. You climb into the cab next to Joel, shuffle yourself over so that you’re almost in his lap where he sits at the wheel.

“Wanna explain what this is about?” He asks as he starts the engine, gesturing to the dress with his free hand.

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” You reply, and you can hear him rolling his eyes, hear the tight, whispered Jesus Christ as he shifts the truck into gear.

It’s a slow drive through Jackson; the narrow streets aren’t built for vehicles. Joel steers the truck around the chicken coops and picnic benches, taking you to the front of town where the gates are. Here, the watchers on the duty lever open the corrugated metal wall that separates Jackson from the wilderness outside, and Joel guides the truck through.

You haven’t had much of a chance to spend time outside the walls since your arrived in Jackson some four months ago, but even so, you find it hard to take in the countryside and wide, rolling hills with Joel sat next to you, his warm hand on your thigh. You trace patterns across the back of his hand, follow the lines of old scars and new scratches, let your fingertips trail higher, up to his bare wrist, over the prominent veins that sit just beneath his tan skin.

“I know what you’re doin’” He says, voice dark as he squeezes your thigh in his grip, a warning you’re bound to ignore.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” You repeat, letting go of his wrist to lean across in your seat, reaching for the glove box. You pull it open.

“Aha!” A cassette tape falls out into your hand, writing blurred with age but still legible. “County Sound FM.”

You slide it into the old cassette player set in the dash, hold your breath as it cracks and pops and then starts playing.

“Is this…” Joel turns his head slightly, angling so that the gentle rhythm and rolling melody can reach his good ear. “R.E.M.?”

“Man on the Moon,” You confirm, looking at the track listing on the cassette.

“Jesus.” He says, shaking his head.

He takes a right at the end of the main track up to Jackson, down a dirt road that’s overhung with dense trees. You let your eyes trace over his profile; the strong, curved line of his nose, dark stubble that’s flecked with grey. His jaw is set, but he’s nodding along with the music. He catches you watching him out of the corner of his eye and squeezes your thigh again, kneading the flesh there.

“You gotta stop looking at me that way, baby,” He says, shifting the fabric of your dress so that he can drag his hand further up your leg, the heat of his palm almost feverish against you.

You shift in the seat, open your legs wider, encouraging him to move higher still and then turn into him, press you lips against the juncture of his throat, inching your own hand over the front of his jeans where he’s already half hard.

“You know there’s only so much I can take,” His voice is gruff against the lightness of the country song. “You make me wanna…”

He trails off and you huff a laugh against his collarbone, move your mouth to his ear so that you can say, “make you wanna what, Joel?” into it.

“Pull this truck to the side of the road, for a start.” He says, turning his head to look at you.

His eyes are dark, expression serious, a frown creasing his brow. The hand he’s got on the steering wheel is gripping it tight, knuckles white against the dark leather of the grip. You can see the tension in his shoulders, his thighs when he shifts as you run the flat of your hand against his cock.

“If you don’t stop,” He says, voice catching in his throat, “I’m gonna- fuck, darlin’, Jesus Christ.”

He breaks off as you slip your hand suddenly under the waistband of his jeans, wrist barely squeezing between the buckle of his belt and his stomach. His cock jerks against your hand, smearing precum across your knuckles as you fight against the tight denim. “Gonna what?” You ask again, wrapping your fist around his cock, letting your thumb run over the silky tip of him. “Pull the truck over? Go on then.”

The truck veers to one side, brakes squealing out as Joel brings it to a stop at the side of the road, tree branches scratching against the windows.

“Slide on over, then,” He says, turning into you, leaning back and opening his legs so that you can climb into his lap.

His gaze is hot and hard and animalistic as you settle against him. You reach between your heaving chests to paw at the button to his jeans but he grabs your wrists, grins at you, eyes glinting.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking,” He says, wrapping two solid arms around and pulling you flush to his chest, mouth resting at the shell of your ear. “I’ll tell you everything I’m thinking.”

He buries his mouth at your throat, licks and sucks and nips at the tender flesh there, kneads your ass with his hands.

“I think you’re an impatient little thing who needs to learn some manners,” He says, his voice thick, “and I think I’m gonna take you to the back of this track and fuck you on the tailgate. How does that sound?”

He barely gives you a chance to answer, just tucks your dress out of the way so that he can reach down between your ass cheeks to the wet line of your panties, following the crotch round over your cunt to the hard nub of your clit, already swollen and throbbing under his ministrations.

“Joel, please,” You whine, as he teases you with two of his fingers, circling your entrance but not breaching it.

“You know better than to wear that dress, baby,” he says into your throat, “Oughta be against the law,”

He pulls back, fists a hand in your hair and drags your mouth to his. The kiss is heated and ferocious from the start; Joel pulls your lower lip into his mouth with his teeth, draws out your keening moans with a clever flick of his tongue.

“I need you, Joel, please,” You say, trying again to undo the button on his jeans.

“Ain’t room in here,” He says, reaching over the pop open his door, “in the back, like I said. C’mon.”

You follow him out and round to the back of the truck. He lets the tailgate fall with a soft clunk, takes his jacket off and spreads it out on the dusty metal of the truck bed.

“Hop on up,” He says, shooting you a grin that’s laced with mirth and heat, his eyes crinkling mischievously.

You do as he says, sitting up on the open tailgate. He steps between your thighs, presses them open with two large hands so that he can fit there. Running one hand up your chest to your breast, he presses his clothed cock against the wet line of your panties, circles his hips so that the rough denim catches against your clit and makes you moan.

When he pulls back he takes your panties off, dragging them down your legs with two fingers before pushing them into the pocket of his jeans. It makes your stomach clench, the sight of them peeking out, the pink lace a stark contrast to the worn dark denim, marking you as his. With them out of the way, Joel wastes no time in pressing two fingers into your soaking cunt, grinning down at you as you yelp at the sudden intrusion. It turns into a whimper as he bends them just so, the calloused pads of his fingertips searching out that tender spot inside that has you curling your toes and clawing at his shoulders.

“There she is,” He says, chuckling darkly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit and applying a steady, gentle pressure.

It’s intoxicating – the firm pressure of his fingers inside you, the sure, confident thrum of his thumb over your clit. It’s like being drunk on no alcohol, just Joel, his breathy sighs and warm scent enveloping you, wrapping you up in a haze of heady desire.

“Gonna come for me, darlin’?” He asks as he feels you start to tense around him.

He trails his free hand along the side of your jaw, drawing your face back to his so that he can kiss you again, swallow down your moans as you jolt and shake against him, the orgasm rising up suddenly in your belly, sending spikes of ecstasy through your quivering cunt.

“Good girl,” He whispers, drawing his fingers out.

He pulls them up to his mouth, places his fingertips against his lush bottom lip and slides his tongue over them, groaning at the taste of you.

“You wear this dress jus’ for me, baby?” He asks, fisting the fabric between his knuckles as he unbuckles his belt, “Know just how to turn me on, don’t you?”

You nod, watching him pull his cock out of the confines of his jeans. He drags the swollen, weeping head against your folds, drawing air in through his teeth as he does, hissing the breath back out.

“Good girl,” He keens, using the fist that’s clutching your dress to drag you forward in the truck bed so that he can line himself up. “Feel how hard I am for you, hmm, baby? Get me so goddamn worked up I can’t think straight.”

He presses the thick length of himself against you, covering his shaft with your slick. He pulls back slightly, places the fat head of his cock at the entrance of your cunt, curses through his teeth as he inches inside, a drawn out, breathy “fuck, baby”, that has desire coiling up your spine. A muscle jumps in his jaw as you watch his face, watch his eyebrows pull up as he sinks into you, the slight tilt to his mouth, a steady slow breath pouring out of him with the effort of not slamming into you in one hard thrust.

“Okay?” He asks, holding himself still when he bottoms out, waiting for your confirmation that he can keep going.

“Move, Joel, please, God.”

A chuckle echoes deep in his chest at this, and then he wraps his arms under your thighs, pulls you firmly into him and drags himself out before slamming back inside. He sets a punishing pace. It’s all you can do to grip onto his shoulders, dig your fingernails into the firm muscles of his back and let him fuck you, his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. You watch the beads of perspiration rise on his forehead and cheeks, trace them as they roll down his face to his neck, the tendons there straining as he continues to pound into you. He’s quiet, mostly, grunting and cursing in a rasping voice, fuck, that’s it and Jesus Christ, baby.

“Got the softest pussy I’ve ever felt, darlin’.” He praises you, pressing kisses to your forehead, the side of your neck, groaning as he drags his teeth against your jaw, “gripping me so fucking tight.”

A familiar heat is coiling up inside you again, making your stomach clench and your toes curl in the boots you’re still wearing. Joel knows, can tell by the way you squeeze your eyes tight shut, hands gripping his forearms where they hold your thighs up. He changes the angle, shifts his hips so that his cock hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars, spikes of pleasure sparking in your cunt right through to the tips of your fingers. You come around his cock, fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his arms, no doubt leaving indents that will mark him as yours when you return to town later.

“That’s it, baby, comin’ all over my cock like a good fuckin’ girl.” He presses his lips to yours, licks his tongue into your mouth, teeth biting into your bottom lip, pain blossoming into pleasure.

He slows his thrusts as you come down from your high, dragging his cock against the roof of your cunt and running a hand up your side, over the curve of your hips up to your breast. He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, soothes your moans with his mouth on yours, swallowing them as they fall from your lips.

“I know, baby, I know.” He says, picking up the pace again, snapping his hips to yours, fisting his hand into your hair. “Can you give me one more? One more and I’ll come in this perfect cunt, hmm?”

He reaches between your writhing bodies, presses his fingers to the bundle of nerves above where he’s thrusting into you and draws circles over your clit. The pressure is firm and fucking perfect, Joel’s fingers confident and sure in what they’re doing. He knows your body like the back of his hand, has spent hours learning how to make you come. It only takes a few minutes before you feel yourself tightening around his cock again, eyes squeezing shut, but this time he lets go of your thigh with his free hand and grabs your chin.

“Eyes open, baby, I want you to look at me while I make you come.”

And you do, locking your eyes onto his. His pupils are blown wide, eating into the chocolate brown of his irises. His brow is furrowed with the effort of fucking you, making the lines that paint his face stand out. There’s a bead of sweat sliding down one cheek, and he bites his lip between his teeth as you come, cunt clenching around him.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, good girl” He keeps circling his fingers as you come, drawing out your orgasm, his voice vibrating in your chest. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come. Shit.”

He groans, holding himself still as he spurts inside you, ropes of come painting your cunt as you contract around him. You’re both breathless then, panting and holding each other, your fingers pinching his skin, his hand tangled in your hair.

“I can’t believe we did that.” You say, suddenly laughing as you realise how reckless you’ve been, out here in the middle of nowhere, Joel’s gun long since forgotten on the back seat of the truck.

“Well, you know better than to wear that dress,” Joel says, pressing his lips to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, the side of your neck. “You make me wanna…”

[kazumist]

EPISODE 13 ✿ LITTLE BY LITTLE

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 732.

with the past issue slowly dying down, you and diluc decided to lay low for each other’s sake so that you two could avoid such an issue appearing again.

“wait, so i just do that? how come it looked so difficult when professor maxwell explained it?" you exclaimed, shocked at how you didn’t get the process earlier.

he won’t even deny it. he has been warming up to you ever since that talk you guys had back then. ever since he was in junior high school, all he had were the other three. so for him, it felt quite refreshing that he managed to get along with someone new on a close level.

“maybe it’s because you were feeling sleepy again during his lecture.” diluc chuckles at you.

“hey, i wasn’t! though his voice really does have this sleepy effect whenever he’s giving a lecture... he’s so soft spoken for what?” you groaned, slumping yourself over on the table. 

-

if someone were to see you and diluc, one would most likely assume you're together as a couple, having a little study date in the library.

“you mixed these two up. first, you do this, then you do that," diluc explains, using his pencil to point out your mistakes. 

“actually, do you prefer a simpler way to solve this?”

“diluc, this is fucking calculus. of course i’d prefer an easier way," you deadpanned at him.

“alright, well, you can actually just use this formula instead," he says, writing it down for you.

you looked confused as you stared at the formula presented before you. “eh? but professor maxwell didn't teach us that.”

“that's because i derived it. look, if i use this formula,” writing down the proper solution using the derived formula that he's teaching you (however, you couldn't help but stare at his side profile instead of the one he was writing). “and there you have it. see? it's still the same result," he finishes.

“huh? wait, yeah! i think my life just became easier. what the hell?" 

“you're welcome.” he chuckles.

but who cares if they assume that you're romantically involved with each other? they can think all they want. what matters is that your only focus is the derived formula that just made your life easier.

oh! and the one who taught you that as well.

-

it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

but why—just why did diluc feel so... electric when your hands brush against each other? why did it actually feel nice when he felt your touch, even if it was just for a quick moment? this is stupid, diluc thinks; he just helped you pick up your pen, after all.

why did it make him happy to hear his name roll off your tongue so smoothly? it’s not like you say it in a different way than his friends. so what makes you say it so differently? what makes it special for diluc whenever he hears you say his name?

with a bit of remaining time left, you both decided to take care of some other schoolwork. but diluc couldn’t focus. no matter how hard he tries, his attention span for his own workload just ends up shifting to the girl working peacefully beside him—you.

he takes in your side profile. your index and middle fingers were pressed onto your temple, gently massaging it, a sign that diluc noted that you’re stressed about whatever you’re working on right now. your other hand lets go of the pen it was holding as you start to tap your fingers against the table—a habit you have whenever you try to brainstorm or think of something—and a trait that diluc noted down in his head (as for why he noted such a thing down, he’ll refuse to answer that).

you two are supposed to be only a tutee and a tutor to each other. neither of you should cross that line; diluc should know this by heart—after all, he’s the one who refuses to show any romantic interest towards anyone because he’s solely focused on his career. he couldn't—actually, no, he wouldn’t even dare take a tiny step into the gates that lead to your heart.

nonetheless, diluc accepts it. he accepts that maybe, just maybe, he’s crossing the line right now (or maybe he has already crossed without even realizing it).

it wasn’t supposed to be like this at all.

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[mageofgoobygrove]

Look After You (Baldur’s Gate 3)

A little something while I await for requests. Hope you enjoy! (8/2: i’m a dumbass, today was so unnecessarily hectic that i almost forgot to post. forgive me 🙈)

Gale Dekarios/Tav

(Featuring — Tara)

"Surely he should be here by now, Mrs. Dekarios?"

Gale almost sighed in deep relief when he heard Tara's voice. He stood outside of his tower just about to murmur the right words to unlock the front door. Because it was locked by magic rather than a mechanism, it took you some time to learn how it functioned. Magic wasn't your specialty, just as his wasn't swinging a blade.

Although this was an uncommon ground, it was days such as these that made him appreciate it. Coming home from teaching wild, ruthless prodigies was more than enough magic for one day.

The lock clicked once Gale commanded it. When he pushed the door open, he was met with his Tressym ready to greet him.

"Mr. Dekarios!" Tara said with surprise, more than was necessary. Before Gale could speak, she began making her rounds between his legs. She sniffed at his scorched pants and took note of the dark footprints on the matt below before stepping back.

Gale knew better than to try and move.

"What a state to return in! Who did this to you?"

"Tara, please," Gale begged in a whisper. "I will explain everything if you'd so kindly help me get to the bedroom."

"You reek of smoke, Mr. Dekarios." Tara explained flatly, "there is no sneaking around the tower."

"Tara—“

Tara interrupted with a loud shout. "Mrs. Dekarios!"

Gale had exactly six seconds before you'd see his singed appearance. Each second went by too quickly for his liking as he considered every option he had. First, there was the thought of an illusion spell. A quick wave of his hands (as you tended to describe it) and the magic word would save him from embarrassment. If you were easy to trick. Second came the grand idea to dash off and find a cover.

"You cannot hide this, Mr. Dekarios. And do not dare move, you will stain the floor."

"Well," Gale weakly shot back, "worse has happened in this tower."

At that moment, you rounded the corner and went in for a hug. Your smile quickly disappeared when you caught sight of the black, powdery substance all over Gale. Before you could touch him, you reeled back. Gale smiled as you took in his messy state.

"Am I glad to see you."

Gale hardly moved as you reached up and rubbed the powder from around his eyes. It hardly budged, but you were far more stubborn. He hummed with content at the small gesture.

"I can hardly see you, dearest," you laughed as his skin began to show. In a more softer tone, you asked, "I assume class went as planned?"

“The first hour? Oh, it was magnificent.” Gale explained as you reached down to Tara. She had left and returned with a damp cloth between her canines. It made progress much easier has you gently wiped his face.

“We delved deeper into the arcane, between electric cities and heatwaves. One asked me to demonstrate a fireball, which I rejected the idea immediately. Safety first, I said, when it could be practiced. Unleashing a fireball in a room full of young students is undoubtedly a quick path to losing my job.”

You hummed for him to continue. Tara instructed for him to undress before setting off to find something to cover him with. You took a step back as he started with his boots and worked his way up.

“So,” Gale waited for Tara to be out of earshot. If she heard, she would be attending class the next day with him. She would surely lecture his students about their actions until the end of time. And even after. “A little Clem Amakiir decided to present for me. At me.”

Your focus was wavered. While defiance at Blackstaff wasn’t new, a student attacking your husband was.

“Surely it was an accident.” Those children better pray it was.

Gale chuckled. “The fireball? No. No, that was completely intentional. To aim towards me…that was the mistake. At least I’m hoping it was. I suppose if my students wanted to kill me, it would’ve happened by now.”

Before you could scold him for his words, Tara returned. Her wings were stretched out as she carried clean robes for the wizard.

“Thank you, Tara.” Gale reached for the clothes on her back.

“I shall attend class with you tomorrow,” Tara stated as Gale redressed himself. “Allow me to teach those children obedience.”

“That is most unnecessary,” Gale dismissed, positive that Tara overheard him despite his careful volume. “They’re simply eager to learn! I cannot punish them for having a hunger for knowledge.”

“You can punish them for an attack, Mr. Dekarios.”

“What do you think?” Gale sighed as he looked over to you. As he struggled with the last hooks on the robe, you came to help. “I say, let them off with a warning.”

“Perhaps Tara is right.” You commented, “you have a hard time disciplining, Gale. Let her help you.”

“They’re not psychopathic,” Gale tried to defend.

“One is.”

Gale held back a laugh with a scoff. “She needs guidance. From her professor.”

You looked up and met his gaze. He was watching you hook the clasps, which was something he always fought with. But you could do it right, each and every time. He smiled at you, “you’re a natural.”

“Oh, do not change the subject!” Tara caught on.

Gale almost had forgotten she was there. Everytime he caught a glimpse of you, everything else would fade into milky darkness. As you pressed a kiss to his cheek, he peered back down at Tara. “I’ll think about it, Tara. Now may I relax with my dear wife?“

Tara squinted at him, “you may, Mr. Dekarios.“

Gale shivered as she walked away. With Tara on her own, he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned his attention toward you. He was looking forward to anything and everything that didn’t involve magic, for sometime.

“How do I look?”

You fixed his collar with a grin. “I’ll allow the mirror to answer.”

[1americanconservative]

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I don’t know but everybody else, but I’m really sick of billionaires like Mark Cuban lecturing to us peons about the cost of deporting 20 million illegals on the economy.

I’m also sick of them telling me that walls are racist when they live in gated communities.

I’m sick of them talking about reimagining the police when they have a private security guards that protect them with the same guns they want Democrats to take away from us.

I’m sick of them talking to me about climate change as they fly private jets and maintain houses that use as much electricity as an inner city street.

I’m sick of them lecturing about the greatness of socialist policies as they go on vacations and charge everything to their black AMEX cards.

I’m sick of hearing from people who don’t have to suffer from the insane policies of a bunch of rabid communists who have skyrocketed inflation and stripped the dollar of 25% of its value.

And if you’re a person who votes for Democrats and none of the stuff bothers you, and you’re the biggest sucker ever.

[aaluminiumas]

Sacrifice

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His bloody fingers twitched once, twice, and the unexpected bolt of electricity coursed through his brain: by some terrible mistake, he was still alive. By some terrible mistake, his cloudy mind was still registering the surroundings. By some terrible mistake, his body withstood the onslaught of violence it wasn’t supposed to endure.

Did he have some time to take a long drag on that pipe the city council had brought him as a gift—as a bribe? He most likely didn’t. Too bad, he loved this pipe. He didn’t even smoke that much; he flaunted, putting his respectable position on display—and the presents that came with it. The council went to great lengths to please the most brilliant—and utterly corrupted—magistrate and must’ve spent hours picking the perfect offering. Astarion wasn’t easy to deal with: he willingly flouted the law and warped the regulations the way he saw fit but only when driven by his diverse and ever-changing whims. He could nonchalantly bail out a criminal or a public official charged with abuse of power—when he wanted that. Consequently, Astarion got himself a questionable reputation: on the one hand, he was universally recognized as a smart magistrate. On the other, he should have been prosecuted likewise and indicted on charges of abuse of power, but in the fine city of Baldur’s Gate, such violations weren’t even deemed harrowing. Transgressions like this were common; this rotten place had seen things far more impressive and horrifying than a magistrate trying to whitewash and re-establish some rascal’s sullied name.

So, the city council must’ve racked his brains seeking a decent present. The pipe was made of the best one-hundred-year-old oak, inlaid with gold, and polished with the petals of night orchid and corpse rose, or so he intoned, groveling before the magistrate’s desk. Astarion very much doubted that last bit, but he appreciated the effort—and eventually accepted the sop after giving the council a profound lecture on law and order. The suspect was acquitted, the case open and shut, and the nature of the crime brought up privately in his office was carefully buried in the depth of his beautiful mind. Not everyone was pleased, of course. But they were always asking the impossible. They sure didn’t expect him to serve the good citizens of Baldur’s Gate for free, did they? He studied hard and well, employed all his congenital charisma and wit, so he had a legal right to taste a little luxury here and there. That was only fair!..

Ah. Astarion glanced at his hands. He couldn’t see much: his fingers were crusted with clotted blood, painting his marble skin in all shades of burgundy that always gave him an unnatural grayish complexion, turning him into an incorporeal wraith roaming across the mazelike passages of the court. He sported a ruby red dress once, saw himself in a mirror, and discarded it, thinking it a very poor choice for his refined features. Ironically, this was exactly the color that stained his shirt.

Astarion tried to peel back the fabric, but the raw edges of the wound immediately responded, sending another spurt of blood his way. He was bleeding profusely and would probably die by morning.

Or in another hour. Or in any minute. Stupid Gur. He should’ve accused their wretched gang of something vile and ignominious, so they would have had to pack their things and abscond while they still could. Because he would make sure they were reduced to a non-existent nonentity. Good-for-nothing misfits. If they wanted to teach him a lesson, they overdid it. If they wanted to kill him, they failed abysmally. Sorrowful, deplorable cowards. Maybe he still had enough strength in his perishing limbs to write a note? He’d press charges against the Gur, someone would initiate an investigation, and it’d be over in a week.

He’ll be over, too. He didn’t expect his life to end like this, with his intestines painfully throbbing with his every shallow breath. Leaning against one wall, Astarion was left to observe the remnants of his once refined home, furnished with exquisite taste, and realize that his life was trickling like sand. He couldn’t move; his every limb seemed to have been broken, and pain, searing, impossible pain seized him, twisting every cell sideways and wringing his inner organs. It never let go; once this ache abated in one spot, it instantly resumed in another, growing in size and intensity, spreading an incandescent glow of anguish across his frame. Even breathing hurt: Astarion sensed a slight pulsation of blood underneath his hands every time he inhaled, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was injured—either because he was already losing control over his consciousness and succumbing to his mortal fantasies or because the lesions were so numerous it was pointless to locate the fountainhead of his suffering.

Still, he was fairly certain that his broken ribs must’ve punctured his lungs, and the connected bones responded with an equal dull ache, causing him to overcome unbearable anguish worthy of a religious martyr. It pattered in his whole body, rolled across his shoulders, hammered him in the chest and in the back, slithered down to his legs, and darted to his neck, lodging in his throat, falling into the pit of his stomach and climbing up across every broken rib, clawing onto every fracture and wedging into every cleft, nesting in the fragments of bone. His porcelain skin he was so proud of, was now decorated in ruby rivulets of blood, some of them growing bigger and morphing into languid streams. The newly acquired bruises painted him purple: swollen welts reminded him of a universe he once spotted in a lengthy treaty with beautifully made engravings.

All of a sudden, the steady ticking of the clock, the only sound that reigned in the quiet house, was punctuated by a feeble squeaking of the door, the barely audible sound echoing through the slumbering, lugubrious mansion. Who might that be? Did the Gur come back to finish him? Hardly possible. They wouldn’t put their own lives at stake. They were stupid, not foolhardy: they couldn’t afford to be reckless two times a day—that might result in unnecessary complications for their craft and trade. Did an assistant stop by?.. No: that idiot would’ve hurtled into the office, his flailing arms cutting and slashing the air. The silent visitor attenuated the noise as if wanting to inspect the surroundings and confirm a hunch. What hunch that might be, Astarion could only guess.

A light tread reverberated in the vast corridor—a set of soft, tentative steps threading toward his office. Obviously, a thief. The city was abrim with outcasts of all sorts, and the most vigilant burglars may have spotted signs of a melee. Usually, all melees in Baldur’s Gate ended in a most predictable way: people carried knives at all times.

The light steps halted at the door as if the cautious intruder was mesmerized by the trail of blood that led to the room. This blood spoor must’ve left ugly stains on his rugs and statues. The mere thought caused a painful, infuriating spasm. He’d better be dying soon, otherwise he’d have an additional heart attack and he’s way too young for that.

The door hissed open, revealing a tall, scrawny, wiry figure of a man holding a quarterstaff. Astarion needed a solid moment to recognize the stranger. Certainly, one of the most opulent dwellers, belonging to the entitled circles, Cazador Szarr, barely participated in social activities: he might’ve stopped by Lady Jannath’s exhibition, and that was it. People knew a few things, most of them shoddy scuttlebutt not worthy of anyone’s attention, and Cazador didn’t seem particularly interested in debunking the myths about his mystifying persona.

“Oh, if it isn’t Cazador Szarr himself,” Astarion greeted in his somewhat trenchant manner, his voice laden with sardonic waspishness, “If you’re here for legal advice, I’m afraid, I am in no condition to provide.”

“I am not here for that,” the man replied, his strange eyes—were they predatory red?—glaring directly at him, his reedy voice laced with an emotion Astarion failed to grasp. “I have been watching you, Astarion. The world will be an empty place without you in it.”

“Sure. It will lose a talented magistrate,” he parried in the same sarcastic tone, wincing in pain, “Why are you here, wasting your precious time and my final moments on earth?”

“This is precisely the reason for my visit. I can prolong these final moments of yours, Astarion. I can stretch them into many eternities to come, but you will have to pay… a price.”

“What price?” Astarion’s voice lost its jeering quality, his ears instantly perked up. A diffident noble always remained a diffident noble, but his experience prodded him to hear out the conditions—after all, this young magistrate never had trouble changing sides, once the situation grew dire. “But, for the love of gods, don’t linger. I don’t have even one eternity at my disposal.”

“A reasonable one.”

Cazador, who always had a chip on his shoulder, rarely deigned to speak to those he didn’t consider equals—or so the word went. He preferred the most annoying ruse of all, the one he’d just used: he perplexed people, made them enquire, and then relished in the quandary he’d initiated. Stalling further, the man brushed off an imaginable mote of dust from the velvet armchair and sat down opposite Astarion, crossing his legs and leaning back. “Sacrifice the sun and become the creature of the night.”

Every pause was measured. Every word that left his mouth was pondered, and every sound was unmistakable even for a man standing at death’s door, and yet Astarion was convinced he’d misheard. The creature of the night? Did he imply the nascent cult of Bhaal? How many Bhaalists were there, thrashing about in the boughs in the park, clambering to the top, ambushing their victim? But no, it seemed far-fetched: Bhaalist might be obsessed with darkness where they could hide and strike, but it would be a little of an overreach to call them creatures of the night. Shadow-Cursed Lands? The shadows that inhabited the place? This curse didn’t sound probable, the old story about some mortified, disparaged general didn’t pertain to Baldur’s Gate. Was there any other god or goddess involved? Hardly. Sharrans wore insignia, and Cazador had none. Myrkul’s doings? At this point, death would only become the beginning—

And then he understood. Sacrifice the sun, he said.

Once the idea settled down in his dying brain, Astarion mustered a barking laughter that was mostly a coughing sound in the throat.

“Vampires? Really? What other predators do you insist on making? Hags? Gnolls? Gods, this is ridiculous. Get out of my house, let me meet my maker peacefully, wallowing in luxury I earned by dealing with excruciating drudgery every single day of my tenure.”

If Cazador felt a flare of anger, he didn’t show it, but his eyes did gleam with threat, exposing a glimpse of ill-hidden contempt.

“Luxury?” the vampire’s voice sounded deadpan and neutral. “Mere knickknacks of a petulant child trying to make a name for himself. I am offering you the power you’ve never known before. I am offering you a gift no one else can give. With it, you will be able to acquire anything you want, and for that, I am asking you to simply say yes. Say yes, and avenge those miserable wrecks who ruined your beautiful life. Say yes, and you will never have to worry about death derailing your plans.”

Astarion paused for a moment, his consciousness reeling. The temptation was irresistible, and, in all honesty, he didn’t want to die. It didn’t have anything to do with his future prospects or grand plans, vaunted abilities he wanted to exercise, piles of money he could make—he just wanted to relish life for a little longer, to try new things, to visit other cities, become a council, arrange his own saloon for the most notorious scandalmongers poking noses into every affair… and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it, because a bunch of fortune teller-vampire-hunters-whoever-else-they-were decided that they could replace Tyr and sow justice. Fuck them. Fuck everything.

Cazador waited patiently, but his scary illuminating eyes betrayed a spark of dark anticipation. Other than that, it was impossible to say what thoughts crossed his mind: perhaps, only the fingertips that grew restive on the armrests exposed his emotion.

“Your time is running out, Astation,” he drawled leisurely, his thin lips curling in a grin. “By my reckoning, you will die in another hour. And you know it, too. I can smell it in the air. You are dying. And death will come very, very soon.”

The words hung in the stale air of the room, stinking with blood and sweat. Not a single sound penetrated the thick walls of his mansion, and the time seemed to have frozen, petrifying both lean figures in the room: one, dark-haired, erect and straight, sitting languorously in the armchair, and the other, sprawling across the floor, leaning against the bookshelf. The minutes were steadily ticking by, measuring Astarion’s final hours in the world of mortals, sometimes accompanied by a rare squeak of wood.

For the first time, Astarion realized how scared he actually was. He couldn’t die. He didn’t want to die. He had so many things to do, and a gang of hillbillies took it upon themselves to end his beautiful life like this.

“Yes,” he muttered, losing his bluster and feeling his lips going dry, “Yes, please. Yes, I agree. Make me… the creature of the night.”

Cazador must’ve anticipated such an answer: even before the trembling request fell off the bloodied lips, the vampire had leaped to his feet, revealing his impatience and feline grace. Trying to keep himself in check, the man inhaled the scent of death, savoring the heavy tang, feeling the flavor of blood dissolving at the tip of his tongue.

“Do not discompose yourself, child,” he hissed in a singsong voice, lowering himself so his face was on the same level with Astarion’s. “It’ll only be a moment.”

The vampire’s voracious appetite was obvious: he was losing control, and the smell of blood engulfing his slender figure, interweaving with the scent of polished wood and broken perfume vials, aggravated the situation, causing his acute senses to blare. Driven to insanity with the intoxicating odor and Astarion’s infuriating temerity earlier on, Cazador bit into the man’s neck with diabolic ferocity. Only the stream of fresh, warm blood gushing out of the wound dulled his irritation, and the sweet wail of anguish, though feeble and muffled, pictured a beautiful picture in his perverse, devious mind.

You belong to me, Cazador gloated, from now on you belong to me.  

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The rope chaffed against your wrists. They were a new addition to your imprisonment and highly unwelcome. The water that had flooded your cell had stopped around the height of your hips and whoever had you had used it to shock you into unconsciousness. When you eventually twitched awake, still feeling the residual feeling of the electric shock, your hands had been tied up securely above your head. The ropes were rough and tight, cutting into your wrists every time you moved, keeping them in one harsh position. Between the ropes on your wrists and chains on your ankles, you weren’t capable of much movement. It didn’t stop you from trying and your arms were caked in dried blood, a fresh layer dripping from the wounds festering underneath the rope.

The faint hope you had been nursing inside your heart was lessening every day. You knew that your team was the best but if they didn’t know to be looking for you, they couldn’t find you. And as the days (or what you thought were days, it being nearly impossible to keep track of the passage of time inside your small cell) passed, your hope dwindled. You knew the statistics as well as Reid — you had once made the mistake of challenging him to prove the math of numbers on abduction victims. It had led to an hour-long lecture complete with a very comprehensive and detailed math proof.

Needless to say, that was time you’d never get back and a persistent feeling of dread within you as the hours moved along as the people above you ignored you.

You thought it was both good and bad that they were treating you so roughly — it was unlikely that you were taken to be trafficked, the scars you were gaining and a sickness you could feel growing within you a major negative for people looking to buy. However, that meant you were probably taken because you were yourself or because of your job, which was just as bad — those options were spelling out death to your mind, the lack of food and water offered to you even more proof.

Allowing your head to rest against your upright arms, you continued to count the scratches in the cement blocks across from you. Anything to keep your attention in the here and now.

You ignored the sound of people above you. There were always people above you and you had spent the first few days shouting yourself hoarse yelling at them to no avail. You knew better now.

The grating sound of the water sprouts opening were highly muffled but still annoyingly loud and very capable of sending a jolt of terror through you. The water level had been holding steady since that first day. It was uncomfortable and high on your list of probable ways this cell was going to kill you but you had thought it was going to be hypothermia or a waterborne infection, not drowning.

“HEY! HEY HELP ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Your yelling was ignored as usual, the pounding feet above too loud to hear your terror. The water level was rising fast and the chains were still on your ankles — you couldn’t rise to the ceiling if you tried.

When it finally hit your chin, you tilted your head back to keep the water away as long as you could. It was with one last desperate gulp of air that you went under.

As the bubbles escaped your mouth, you heard the gated door above you open, your wrists released from the ropes and slowly sinking from their position above you. A warm body wrapped themselves around you but by then you were slipping into unconsciousness again.

Part Four

@febuwhump @soby0

A/N — any blank blogs that follow me are going to be reported then blocked. Pick a different profile pic and get a witty header or something.

[yourfellowhuman07]

Where Do We Go Now?

A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?

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Alright, Chapter 17. Ocs are incoming along with some info-dumping. Sorry if you hate those two things.

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Chapter 17: Reunited (again)

 ZD9000333 sat in a circle of other clones with their legs awkwardly crossed while trying to listen to the lecture by Princess… what was her name? Perfume? Who knows?

“Now, as new members of Etherian society, you people need to learn to make friends with the locals. As the “friendship” princess, I am here to teach you the art of friendship.”

A clone raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“May I ask a question?” The other clones turned their heads to stare menacingly at the clone.

“You may.”

“What exactly are you going to do with us?” As the clone spoke, the stares he received harshened.

“We plan on safely integrating you into Etherian society, and we were hoping you all would aid in some of the reconstruction efforts across Etheria.” The smile on her face looked plastic, and she spoke like she was reading off a script.

“Now, as I was saying-” The friendship princess stopped when a woman in purple robes, dark black hair, and a golden crown walked into the tent.

“Hi honey, sorry to bother but I have come to collect,” she took a piece of paper out of her pocket, “ the clones ZD9000333 and JJ9990768.” she sighed and straightened her robes.

ZD9000333 and JJ9990768, the clone who asked the earlier question, stood up to join the purple woman. Two other clones stood outside and joined the group. ZD9000333 began to wonder where the woman was taking them. Had they done something wrong? He could not think of any wrongdoings he could have committed. Granted, the past week had all felt like a fever dream. First, all was normal as usual, Prime was the supreme being in his life, and another planet was about to be enveloped in his light. Then during the final battle, he felt like his head was split open and filled with static. Then quiet; the hive-mind was gone, and all fell into chaos. The army scattered across the surrounding land, terrified. Some lashed out in anger, some wept loudly, and some did nothing at all, they just stopped functioning and stared off into the distance. Then the princesses came to herd them like cattle into camps. ZD9000333 also had another problem: the memories. When the initial terror of the final battle over with ZD9000333 had been flooded by voices and images he recognized but didn’t understand. He elected to ignore them at first, but at night they were invading every thought in his head. Could this be the reason he is being taken away? 

No questions were answered when the four clones were shoved in a transport vehicle and carted off to Prime knows where.

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The transport’s door hissed open to reveal a tall, metal castle. The sky was blanketed by storm clouds; the rumbling of thunder close by. The gates to the courtyard slowly opened revealing two clones standing at the door to the castle. At least, the two men looked like clones in some respects. They still had the electric lime eyes and muscular build, but their hair was long and the two had discarded the traditional white robes clones were required to wear. The clones looked behind them to see that the ship had already begun to disappear into the clouds, stranding the clones in this strange kingdom.

Speaking of clones, one of the strange men ran over to the group closely followed by another. Before the clones could be tackled, the happier clone was stopped by the more cautious one.

“I believe it to be best if we were to talk inside.”

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Rain pattering against the windows was the only sound that filled the void of silence in the room. The six men sat awkwardly in a circle, glancing around the room to see who is willing to break the silence. Hordak, the brave soul, cleared his throat.

“Now, I believe you all are wondering why you have been brought here. I assure you it is not for any malicious reason. Foremost, I would like everyone to call out their serial numbers; mine is HK1324778.”

“I am TD6002211.”

“ZD9000333.”

“JD3433007.”

“LD4009920.”

“JJ9990768.”

The four clones all exchanged glances. Hordak and TD looked at each other; they were finally catching on, to their relief.

“Now that we are aware of our names, I wish to ask something. After the hive mind was disconnected and the locked-away memories came back, what did each of you see?”

“ I um-” JJ9990768 shifted in his seat, “saw a group of clones that I would see daily, one of them felt set apart from the others. Also, they all shared the numbers of everyone here.” All the clones looked at each other. Slowly but surely, the realization surfaced causing them all to reach the same conclusion: they were all alive and back together again. All of a sudden, Hordak and TD were tackled by their brothers causing the couch they were sitting on to turn off its back.

After fixing the couch, a million questions were asked: “Where did you go?” 

“How did you get your hair to look like that?” “What’s this metal under your shirt?” “Where are we?” “How are you alive?”

“Alright, your questions will be answered, but first, settle down.” The clones all begrudgingly sat in their seats. “Now, before my exile, Prime had discovered a defective characteristic in my DNA. This defect would eventually cause me to be unable to perform my tasks as a general, a great sin. Thus, I was sent away to the front lines of the battlefield. Instead of dying in battle, a wormhole opened causing me to be flung into the pocket dimension of Despondos. I landed in Etheria and stumbled my way into joining a rebellion against a tyrannical king named Scorpio, and through a series of events I became the ruler of the place. The local royals did not take it too kindly, so war ensued. For some foolish reason, I thought if I were to conquer this planet and find a way back home to the Horde Prime would take me back as his,” son. “It did not work. Now we are here.” Hordak sighed, looking down at the ground.

“At least we’re all back together again.” TD patted Hordak on the back.

“I apologize for putting all of you in this position. I should have never been a general.”

“What are you talking about? You didn’t have a choice, Prime was the one to banish you and erase our minds. You didn’t choose anything. Prime always made the decisions. Also if it were not for you none of us would be alive. Without your strategies, entire armies would have lost and all died or become slaves to some planet. Also all the times you vouched for us and took the reconditioning so we didn’t have to.” All five of his brothers were looking at Hordak. In some respects TD was right. In many battles, Hordak had to get creative, forgoing Prime’s usual strategies in favor of more clever ones. Of course, he got in trouble on multiple occasions, but it was necessary to save most of the army from dying. Also, many times his brothers did something to anger Prime, so to prevent them from being punished Hordak always managed to blame himself, giving him their punishments. He was used to punishments at that point. Hordak wanted to argue with them saying if they were not with him, Prime would have paid less attention to them meaning getting a punishment was unlikely. However, arguing was futile, he had been with them long enough to know they would rework whatever he said back to it being Prime’s fault, so he let it go.

He looked up at a clock and noticed the time.

“Apologies, I must check on Entrapta and see how she is. TD you update them on their living quarters.” Just like that, he left the room, leaving his brothers to their own devices.

[kendrixtermina]

 (serial experiments ~ the backrooms)

level 0, baseline:

It has been my custom to linger at the edges of things,

to stay away from where there’s too many eyes,

too many voices,

too many observations constraining the possible values for my existence.

I rarely ever sit down in the busy part of the restaurant,

or in the crowded parts of lecture hands -

if its possible, I’d attend over my laptop,

or send a message rather than phone.

I prefer to run my errands a night,

when I’m less likely to run into my neighbors.

It’s not like I can’t venture in further, if needed, but,

let’s just say that, when trying to run a simulation,

it helps to minimize the objects one must render

I do like to stand and watch sometimes, though.

The sight of the city lights seen through broad windows,

vaguely framed by the outlines of a rather used, lived-in room,

the subtly different shades of light painting a mosaic outside the glass,

letting me know its denizens are probably somewhere out there.

level 1, mild:

Have you ever gone to a busy place

when it was abandoned at night?

The light all different from how you’re used to seeing it falling?

Empty schools at night time or,

public squares vacant.

Endless stretching parking lots,

or corridors that tempt your shadow further

down their glittering smooth linoleum wars.

Some inherent, man-made thinness in train stations or

even your own bedroom,

if you awaken at a time when you would normally be at work.

Crumbling places, taken back by time.

A corridor in a hospital, maybe,

the floor tiles and the stream of yellowed lights

one ever chasing the other as it gets lost into the vanishing point

an empty office space devoid of furniture or,

a subway tunnel, perhaps,

that may in olden days have easily doubled as a bomb shelter.

Some sort of public room, a clubhouse or vacation place perhaps,

Something or another about about a dead mall.

Maybe you could still buy ice cream in the parlors,

but the only flavor that is left to get is ‘void’.

Now wouldn’t that be neat.

There is supposed to be that subway station that no one ever recognizes,

and where no one call tell you what might happen if you get off.

Empty places and bare places,

smooth unused places,

and used places, in a state of those falling apart.

level 2, medium:

Have you ever looked up at

the roof of a shopping center?

Looking ahead you see a glaring bright place of labels and advertising but,

its really a wide cave-like hall that spends much of its budget on,

lighting and airflow.

Have you ever strolled around it, seen the gates for delivery trucks at the back?

Seen any of the places your attention’s lured away from.

The bits you’re not quite meant to see,

maintenance hatches and plumping,

pipes, tubes, electrical cables.

Things lackquered knowingly in Blending Blue and Go Away Green.

The little utility rooms and breaker boxes,

the air shafts and chimneys on the roofs along with the moss that covers them.

The courtyards and spiral-like backsides of housing,

seen from that north-facing window,

meshwire and trashcans and little tables for the employees.

Hidden-away wirings and

ducts clinging near the ceiling,

passing in corners.

Hidden shafts, or, access to repair the waterworks

hidden behind mirrors.

Air ducts up in the corner of the lecture halls.

Balconies or roof terraces around back alleys and little yards.

Near the station, the abandones cargo rails, the empty factory buildings

from back when everything worked by rail.

Or boat, maybe, if your town lies by a river.

level 3, advanced:

Have you ever seen one of those places

where the world just seems to stop?

You look up the bend of a mountain, and there’s just sky

beyond the bushes, or

there’s mist,

and everything fading into it.

Even the trees.

Looking far enough, there remains only

this indistinct, diffuse whiteness.

You know perfectly well that the world

continues right past the end of the light cone, but,

someonehow there is this sense of unease.

Of suddenly existing in a small and fragile bubble,

and wishing to hang onto anything, anyone, to feel solidity:

On the porch of a house, where its lamps don’t shine that far past its lawn.

A phone booth alone, as an enclave in a sea of black

Beyond the columns of a parking lot where the other wall lies in dark.

A train station at night that seems to continue into nowhere,

and you, waiting for your connection in

the yellow oval shining from a flickering lamp.

Most likely it’s just a diurnal animal’s healthy respect of the night,

even if it feels as if the world itself were whispering:

‘just as a warning, don’t forget that you don’t belong here’

level 4, wonky:

Have you ever experienced a place

that somehow seemed cut off from your overall map of the world?

You were wheeled here in a sickbed and woke

up without knowing how one walks here from the lobby, or

you were driven here, or you took the train at night.

Place one and place B have no common thread or connection

in your mind.

There is one map sprawling out from here and,

one map spawling our from there,

yet they don’t seem to be connected.

This is why it might feel a little weird,

to feel what you thought to be one discrete place

somehow blending into another,

after you came in from a different than expected direction.

After the long drive or walk.

Some places don’t even take a gap to feel like this.

Somewhere far high up with almost no entrance.

Curtains drawn aside to find your room suddenly snowed in.

Long months of mist and darkness near midwinter.

Reaching a room that ends blind with no further doors.

It’s like you’re almost surprised that the world is still there

once you emerge.

And when you go there,

by yourself, bringing no one,

there’s almost nothing from stopping the unprecedented from flitting

around the corners of your perception.

Nothing stopping a random object from

suddenly speaking you

demanding to know of you

what the heck is the point of all this.

No one and nothing to contradict

whatever it could possibly occur to you to believe.

Nothing keeping the land and the street

from just curving in on you into a fucking cylinder

swallowing you whole

when you’re there, perhaps your fear it

away from there, you may wish you could return

to be cut free then,

an immesurably long moment

where ideas of time lose meaning.

level 5, glitchy:

Have you ever been to a place that only

seemed to exist in your dreams?

While you dream, it seems quite naturally embedded in the fabric of your world,

slipping in without a difficulty as familiar and well-visited.

Perhaps it even featured in multiple dreams.

But as you come then near to waking,

it dissolves then like a dream, and figuring

that a place like that could never have existed

is how you know a dream took place.

How you knew it wasn’t real,

for such a place can’t be.

How could the lights be dazzling,

blinking from all cave-like sides,

when no-one else is here?

How would they allow this

(as if they hadn’t allowed countless things)

You do not know these rising waters,

or those strange, reflecting figures, lingering near the train station.

You could not casually walk in that room

to find it looking like perhaps an art installation.

Globes and palm trees and colorful objects.

Intricate many-portalled architecture

that betrays no discernible purpose

a place that wouldn’t dissapoint you by

turning out to be just another room

Windows that cannot be,

for there is no sky behind them

a mere sign warning you

not to expect a floor beyond here.

And if you fell, where would you get to?

What would you find?

Where would you find yourself?

Forgetting, perhaps

until you’ve been wandering in the nowhere for several eons

until you’ve experienced total separation from any other being

until you finally get some damn peace

and are finally allowed to rest.

level sqrt(-1), ???:

Have you ever wandered to a place

where you know you really shouldn’t be?

It doesn’t even matter what it looks like.

It’s the feeling that goes with it,

Like bright glittering confetti eyesore emergency warning

blaring imperiously into your ears

like bright big caps lock notifications taking up all your field of vision

of teetering across a threshold,

of striking out into the blue past those rails that might guide you

to any recognizeable destination

the fear not of what you don’t know,

but of what might turn out to be there, just as you expected.

And how that which you knew before this might not be the same

might even turn out to be disproven,

to have never existed at all.

Of looking out into the courtyard to find no sky.

Looking out of the window to find no sky.

The reduplicated rainbow frazzling of the last known components of an order

any hope of direction on this white sheet of naught.

This place is a place that is only in mind,

that is therefore taken with you, wherever you might go.

An omplicit place, a carved-into place,

a place you come to find and know again and again

before you know some semblance of recognition.

It was all for nothing again.

It meant absolutely nothing again.

Again I feel for it, again it hurt, again I gave up

but even that, I did half-heartedly

lingering near the theshold,

peering ever through,

in some direction where I once thought the world was,

but I no longer know.

How did I wander so far,

from everything with shapes and substance?

I could call out, but why bother?

There is no one there.

No one there who wants to hear,

who’ll suffer to listen,

which is the same as no one there.

Caring about things just seems to set you up for

these useless, painful fruststrations.

When everything disappoints, and nobody understands.

all their opinions and decisions becoming a consequence to you

when you wish just to exist

Everyone’s for freedom and autonomy until 

It pertains to an actual example. 

I cannot even put myself up 

As any sort of example. 

I don’t want that responsibility. 

I don’t want anything of what comes with wanting something

But whatever it comes into my head to want, 

I still am here. Here. Here!

I could try retracing my steps,

following what I think some scent might be,

but I it turns out that I don’t.

I can’t bring myself to.

Now I only crave isolation.

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Best Online Coaching for SSC JE Exams by Nimbus Learning

Preparing for the Staff Selection Commission Junior Engineer (SSC JE) exam requires thorough preparation and a strategic approach. Nimbus Learning stands out as a premier institute for online coaching, providing comprehensive and targeted preparation for SSC JE aspirants in the Civil, Electrical, and Mechanical streams. Here’s why Nimbus Learning is your Best Choice for SSC JE Coaching.

Best SSC JE Online Coaching in India

Competitive exams in India, such as SSC JE and GATE, are crucial in determining career paths for millions of aspirants. These exams are known for their rigorous selection process and extensive syllabi, requiring thorough preparation and a strategic approach. Online coaching has emerged as a game-changer, offering flexibility and accessibility to high-quality education. With experienced faculty, comprehensive study materials, and interactive learning modules, online coaching platforms enable students to learn at their own pace and convenience. Regular mock tests and doubt-clearing sessions further enhance preparation, ensuring students are well-equipped to tackle the challenges of competitive exams. As the demand for skilled professionals continues to grow, online coaching provides an effective and affordable means for aspirants to achieve their career goals in a highly competitive environment.

Importance of Online Coaching for SSC JE

Flexibility and Convenience: Nimbus online coaching offers the flexibility to learn at your own pace and convenience. Whether you're a working professional or a full-time student, you can access classes and study materials anytime, anywhere.

Expert Guidance: Our coaching provides access to experienced faculty and industry experts who offer valuable insights and strategies to crack the SSC JE exam. These instructors bring years of teaching and field experience.

Comprehensive Study Material: Nimbus Learning by Engineers Academy provides exhaustive study materials, including video lectures, e-books, mock tests, and previous years' question papers, tailored specifically for SSC JE.

Interactive Learning: We offer interactive learning experiences with live classes, doubt-clearing sessions, and discussion forums to foster a deeper understanding of concepts.

Cost-Effective: Compared to traditional coaching classes, our online coaching is more affordable. It eliminates commuting costs and provides access to a wealth of resources at a fraction of the cost.

Best Online Coaching for SSC JE Civil by Nimbus Learning

Nimbus Learning is known for its thorough coverage of the SSC JE Civil Engineering Syllabus. We offer detailed video lectures, comprehensive study material, and regular mock tests. Our experienced faculty ensures that students grasp core civil engineering concepts and problem-solving techniques. The structured course plan helps students systematically cover the entire syllabus, making it easier to tackle the exam confidently.

Best Online Coaching for SSC JE Electrical by Nimbus Learning

Our dedicated SSC JE Electrical Engineering Coaching program provides detailed video lectures, expert guidance, and a comprehensive test series. The curriculum is designed to cover every topic in the SSC JE Electrical syllabus extensively. Nimbus Learning’s focus on exam-oriented preparation helps students build confidence and accuracy, essential for excelling in the SSC JE exam.

Best Online Coaching for SSC JE Mechanical by Nimbus Learning

Nimbus Learning’s SSC JE Mechanical Engineering Coaching Program is designed to provide a deep understanding of mechanical engineering principles. The course includes video lectures, study materials, and regular assessments to track progress. Our emphasis on building strong foundational knowledge and advanced problem-solving abilities prepares students to excel in the SSC JE Mechanical exam.

Key Features of Nimbus Learning Online Coaching

Experienced Faculty: Our platform has qualified and experienced educators who can effectively teach and clear doubts.

Comprehensive Study Material: We provide detailed and up-to-date study materials, including e-books, notes, and video lectures.

Interactive Classes: Interactive live classes and doubt-clearing sessions are crucial for a thorough understanding of concepts.

Regular Assessments: Regular mock tests and quizzes help track progress and identify areas that need improvement.

Flexible Learning: The ability to access classes and materials at your convenience is a significant advantage of our online coaching.

Conclusion

Choosing Nimbus Learning for your SSC JE preparation can significantly impact your performance in the exam. Our specialized courses for Civil, Electrical, and Mechanical streams offer comprehensive study materials, expert guidance, and interactive learning experiences. With our dedicated faculty and structured course plans, Nimbus Learning from Engineers Academy ensures that you are well-prepared to achieve your goal of becoming an SSC Junior Engineer.

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BPIT: NO.#1 College in New Delhi

Bhagwan Parshuram Institute of Technology (BPIT), located in New Delhi, India, is a premier engineering and management institution. Established in 2007, BPIT is affiliated with Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University (GGSIPU) and approved by the All India Council for Technical Education (AICTE). The institute is known for its commitment to providing high-quality education, fostering innovation, and developing skilled professionals.

Overview

Founding and Vision:

Established by Bhartiya Brahmin Charitable Trust with the aim of providing quality technical and management education.

Named after the revered sage Bhagwan Parshuram, reflecting a vision of imparting knowledge and ethical values.

Academic Programs

Engineering Programs:

Bachelor of Technology (B.Tech): Offers specializations in Computer Science and Engineering, Electronics and Communication Engineering, Electrical and Electronics Engineering, and Information Technology.

Master of Technology (M.Tech): Advanced programs in specialized engineering fields, focusing on research and development.

Management Programs:

Bachelor of Business Administration (BBA): A program designed to develop managerial skills and business acumen.

Master of Business Administration (MBA): Focuses on advanced management principles, strategic thinking, and leadership skills.

Facilities and Infrastructure

Campus:

Located in a serene environment conducive to academic pursuits in Rohini, New Delhi.

Modern infrastructure with well-equipped classrooms, laboratories, libraries, and seminar halls.

Library:

A comprehensive library with a vast collection of books, journals, periodicals, and digital resources.

Provides access to online databases and e-resources for extensive academic research.

Laboratories:

State-of-the-art labs equipped with the latest technology and equipment for practical training in various engineering disciplines.

Regularly updated to keep pace with technological advancements.

Hostel:

Separate hostels for boys and girls with all necessary amenities.

Provides a safe and comfortable living environment for outstation students.

Sports and Extracurricular Activities:

Extensive sports facilities including grounds for cricket, football, basketball, and volleyball.

Encourages participation in cultural events, technical fests, and various student clubs and societies.

Placement and Industry Collaboration

Placement Cell:

Active placement cell dedicated to assisting students with internships and job placements.

Organizes regular campus recruitment drives, job fairs, and career counseling sessions.

Industry Linkages:

Collaborates with industry leaders to ensure the curriculum is aligned with industry needs.

Regular guest lectures, workshops, and industrial visits to provide practical exposure and enhance employability.

Achievements and Recognition

Accredited and recognized for its commitment to academic excellence and holistic development of students.

Achieved significant milestones in student placements and academic achievements.

Admission Process

Undergraduate Programs:

Admission to B.Tech programs based on JEE Main scores and GGSIPU CET (Common Entrance Test) rankings.

BBA admissions based on merit and GGSIPU CET scores.

Postgraduate Programs:

M.Tech admissions based on GATE scores and relevant criteria set by GGSIPU.

MBA admissions based on CAT/MAT scores and performance in group discussions and personal interviews.

Alumni Network

Strong and active alumni network that plays a significant role in mentoring current students.

Alumni are placed in prestigious organizations and contribute to the institute's reputation.

Social Responsibility

Engages in various community service and outreach programs.

Promotes environmental sustainability, social awareness, and ethical responsibility among students.

Conclusion

Bhagwan Parshuram Institute of Technology (BPIT) stands out as a leading institution dedicated to providing high-quality education in engineering and management. With a focus on academic excellence, practical training, and holistic development, BPIT is committed to shaping the future of its students and contributing to the broader community. The institute's state-of-the-art infrastructure, experienced faculty, and robust industry linkages make it a preferred choice for students aspiring for academic and professional success.

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Riven and the Stormborn

Riven tried to focus on walking, but even that was growing more difficult by the hour. The pain was getting worse, and all she could smell was ozone. Everything ached, her eyes struggled to focus, and sometimes her limbs would spasm as the graveknight’s influence sent bolts of electricity through her muscles.

The worst thing though, were the voices. The constant, electric, petrichor whispering of the Stormborn, she could not make out the words but she knew with more certainty than anything that she was taunting her, trying to make her give up. Then there was the low, deep, crimson laughter from that thing in the egg, mocking her for her weakness. The ever-present background omens, dusty, silken whispers of the Almost-Dead and the Never-Quite-Alive, most of the time Sever dealt with those, but now… she could feel their connection slipping. But deepest and darkest of them all was the Father. His voice clearer than all the rest, rasping and breathless, sounding of brimstone and singed paper, lecturing her, disappointed. 

She looked down at her hands and stared. The tips of her fingers had already begun to putrefy and slough away. She continued to stare as the party continued onwards. It was not the first time she had seen bone in the wreckage of her hands, while fire could be kind, it did not tolerate hesitation. She hated to admit it, but she preferred the smell of her charred flesh to the sickly sweet smell of rot and ozone.

It was supposed to be better! Sure, she and her friends had all nearly died on several occasions, but she never felt so hopeless before. What she faced now was worse than death, shoved unceremoniously into oblivion, her body taken over by a demon, she thought with a mix of pride and shame, that her friends would be unlikely to defeat without her. She had fought nearly all her life for the chance to have a life like this, and she had won! She had fought tooth and nail against everything she knew about the world in the name of hope and kindness and she had succeeded, but no victory is without its costs. The memory of that day was still burned into her soul. The screams, the smoke, the heat of the flames, the look of betrayal on the face of Father Ulric, the rush of fear and adrenaline subsiding as she dropped the knife, hands slick with his blood. The sting of tears across the cuts on her face as she ran through the burning temple, the frantic sprint to the gates as Sever bought her enough time, the experience of seeing through two sets of eyes, the feeling of the cold cobblestones against her feet and the crimson heat of fresh blood on his hands at the same time. And when she was finally free, the feeling of weight falling off her shoulders, and the smell of the lilacs lining the street. The city was still sleeping, but that would not stay the case for long, not with the risk of the fire spreading, so she ran, and didn't stop until she could not run any further.

Of course, her life after the escape wasn’t perfect. Inexplicable phenomena were practically commonplace for her. Strange blind men she met on the road speaking to her in iambic pentameter, trees bursting into flame when she walked past them, she stopped being surprised after the first few months. And because strange things kept happening around her, people made sure she knew she wasn't welcome. But then she had come to the academy, and while those first few months were pretty rough, she was happy. Up until a few days ago, her life was as close to perfect as it ever had been. And despite that, her first thought had been of acceptance, she was ready to throw away everything she had worked for for expediency, she was willing to simply lay down and die without trying. She was falling back into bad habits. And Chizire! Oh, Chizire, she hadn't even considered what he might feel about her thinking like that. She was still getting used to having friends, let alone something more. He had surprised her on her birthday with flowers. He had made them out of glass himself, apparently he had asked Mustanae what flowers she liked most, and so he had made her the little glass lilacs that were still in her dorm back at the academy. Even though they hadn’t come out quite right and reminded her of that day she wished she could forget, they were her most cherished possession. Riven shook her head and began to walk faster towards the city. She made it this far, and she wasn’t about to let whatever it was that was so determined to make her miserable win.

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Key points about the GATE exam

Disciplines Covered: GATE is conducted in multiple disciplines of engineering and science. It includes subjects like Mechanical Engineering, Computer Science and Information Technology, Electrical Engineering, Civil Engineering, Electronics and Communication Engineering, and many more.

Eligibility: Candidates who have completed or are in the final year of their Bachelor's degree in engineering or science are eligible to appear for GATE.

Exam Pattern: The GATE exam typically consists of a single paper with a duration of 3 hours. The paper includes both multiple-choice questions (MCQs) and numerical answer type questions.

Score Validity: GATE scores are valid for three years. They are used by various institutions in India for admission to postgraduate programs and by several public and private sector organizations for recruitment.

Syllabus: The syllabus for GATE varies based on the discipline chosen by the candidate. The detailed syllabus for each discipline is available on the official GATE website.

Application Process: The application process for GATE usually starts in September, and the exam is conducted in February.

Results: GATE results are typically announced in March.

Scorecard: GATE scorecards provide a percentile rank, which indicates the percentage of candidates who have scored equal to or below the particular candidate.

Online Resources: Use online resources like video lectures, online courses, and GATE preparation websites to your advantage. Many platforms offer free and paid content to help you understand difficult concepts. MSigma Gokulam Provide Online Gate Exam classes. check website https://www.msigmagokulam.com/

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Top Gate Coaching Institutes In Chandigarh

Are you aspiring to crack the prestigious GATE exam and secure your future in the field of engineering? Look no further! In this blog post, we will take you through the top Gate coaching institutes in Chandigarh that can help turn your dreams into reality. Whether you are a working professional or a student preparing from the comfort of your home, these institutes offer comprehensive training and guidance to enhance your chances of success. So buckle up and get ready to embark on an exciting journey towards acing the GATE exam! About Gate Exam The Graduate Aptitude Test in Engineering (GATE) is a highly competitive exam conducted annually for aspiring engineers and science graduates. It serves as a gateway to pursue postgraduate programs such as M.

Tech, MS, and PhD in prestigious institutes across India.

With its increasing popularity, GATE has become a benchmark for technical knowledge and proficiency. The exam is conducted jointly by the Indian Institute of Science (IISc), Bangalore, and seven Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs). It evaluates candidates' understanding of various engineering subjects including mathematics, computer science, electrical engineering, mechanical engineering, civil engineering, and more.

GATE not only tests your theoretical knowledge but also assesses your problem-solving abilities and analytical skills. It consists of multiple-choice questions (MCQs) as well as numerical answer type questions. Scoring well in GATE can open doors to lucrative job opportunities in both private and public sectors.

To crack this challenging exam requires thorough preparation along with proper time management skills. Familiarizing yourself with the syllabus, solving previous year question papers, taking mock tests are some effective strategies that can boost your confidence level during the actual examination.

So gear up! The journey towards success begins here. Let's dive into the world of GATE preparation together! Best Tips and Tricks for Gate exam Preparation 2024 Preparing for the Gate exam can be a daunting task, but with the right tips and tricks, you can make your preparation more effective and efficient. Here are some of the best tips and tricks to help you ace the Gate exam in 2024.

It is important to understand the syllabus and exam pattern thoroughly. This will give you a clear idea of what topics to focus on and how to allocate your time during preparation. Make sure to create a study schedule that allows ample time for each subject.

Practice previous year's question papers and mock tests regularly. This will not only familiarize you with the exam format but also help you identify your strengths and weaknesses. Focus more on solving numerical problems as they carry significant weightage in the Gate exam.

Furthermore, make use of online resources such as video lectures, tutorials, and study materials available on various educational platforms. These resources provide additional support in understanding complex concepts and offer different perspectives on problem-solving techniques.

Additionally, joining a reputable Gate coaching institute can greatly enhance your preparation journey. Experienced faculty members can guide you effectively through difficult topics while providing valuable insights into exam strategies.

Maintaining a healthy lifestyle is crucial during this intense period of preparation. Get enough sleep, eat nutritious meals, exercise regularly, and take short breaks between study sessions to keep yourself refreshed and focused.

By following these tips and tricks diligently along with consistent hard work and dedication, you can boost your chances of success in the upcoming Gate exam in 2024! How you can prepare for Gate at home? Preparing for the Gate exam can be a challenging task, especially if you are planning to study from home. However, with the right approach and dedication, it is definitely possible to crack this competitive exam without attending any coaching classes. Here are some tips on how you can prepare for Gate at home:

Set a Study Schedule: Create a realistic study schedule that includes dedicated time slots for each subject. Stick to this schedule religiously to ensure consistency in your preparation.

Gather Study Material: Collect all the necessary books, reference materials, and previous year question papers to aid your preparation.

Online Resources: Take advantage of online platforms that offer free or paid Gate study material, mock tests, and video lectures.

Self-Study Techniques: Develop effective self-study techniques such as making concise notes, solving practice questions regularly, and revising topics periodically.

Join Online Discussion Forums: Participate in online discussion forums where you can interact with fellow aspirants and clarify doubts related to various subjects.

Mock Tests & Analysis: Regularly attempt full-length mock tests to gauge your progress and identify areas of improvement. Analyze your performance after each test and work on weak areas accordingly.

Stay Motivated & Focused: Prepare a list of goals or reasons why you want to crack the Gate exam and keep reminding yourself of them whenever motivation wavers.

Remember that self-discipline is key when preparing for Gate at home. Stay consistent in your efforts, stay focused on your goal, believe in yourself, and success will surely follow! How to Choose Best Gate Coaching Institutes in Chandigarh? When it comes to preparing for the GATE exam, choosing the right coaching institute can make all the difference. Chandigarh, known as the education hub of North India, offers a multitude of options when it comes to GATE coaching institutes. But with so many choices available, how do you choose the best one? Here are some factors to consider:

Reputation and track record: Look for institutes that have a strong reputation and a proven track record of success in helping students crack the GATE exam.

Experienced faculty: The quality of teaching is crucial in any coaching institute. Ensure that the institute has experienced faculty members who can provide clear explanations and guidance.

Study material and resources: Check if the coaching institute provides comprehensive study material, practice papers, and online resources to aid your preparation.

Batch size: Smaller batch sizes ensure personalized attention from instructors and facilitate better learning.

Past results: Consider institutes that consistently produce top ranks in previous years' exams.

Feedback from past students: Seek feedback from former students about their experience with a particular coaching institute before making your decision.

Infrastructure and facilities: A conducive learning environment with well-equipped classrooms and libraries can enhance your preparation journey.

Remember, there is no one-size-fits-all approach when it comes to choosing a GATE coaching institute in Chandigarh. Evaluate your own requirements, budget constraints, location preferences, and convenience before making an informed choice based on these factors mentioned above. GATE GURUS - Best Gate Coaching Institute in Chandigarh GATE GURUS is undoubtedly one of the best Gate coaching institutes in Chandigarh, known for its exceptional track record and high success rate. With a team of highly experienced faculty members who are experts in their respective fields, GATE GURUS provides comprehensive and result-oriented coaching to aspiring students.

What sets GATE GURUS apart from other coaching institutes is its personalized approach towards each student. The institute believes in understanding the strengths and weaknesses of every individual student and tailoring the teaching methodology accordingly. This helps students grasp complex concepts easily and boosts their overall performance.

GATE GURUS also offers a wide range of study materials, including meticulously designed notes, practice papers, and mock tests that closely resemble the actual exam pattern. These resources not only enhance students' knowledge but also help them develop effective time management skills.

Another noteworthy aspect of GATE GURUS is its regular doubt-solving sessions. Students can freely ask queries related to any topic or concept, ensuring that they have a clear understanding before moving forward.

Furthermore, the institute's excellent infrastructure with well-equipped classrooms creates an ideal learning environment for students. The supportive staff and friendly atmosphere contribute to a positive learning experience.

All these factors make GATE GURUS stand out as the top choice for Gate aspirants in Chandigarh seeking quality guidance and mentorship on their journey towards success. Gate Revolution - Gate Coaching In Chandigarh Gate Revolution - Gate Coaching In Chandigarh is another top institute that offers comprehensive coaching for the GATE exam. With a team of highly experienced faculty members, they provide expert guidance and support to students in their preparation journey.

One of the key highlights of Gate Revolution is their personalized approach towards each student. They understand that every student has unique learning needs and accordingly design their teaching methodologies. The faculty at Gate Revolution focuses on building a strong foundation in core concepts, solving practice problems, and providing regular mock tests to assess the progress of students.

The institute also puts emphasis on doubt-solving sessions, where students can get individual attention from teachers to clarify any doubts or queries they may have. This ensures that no stone is left unturned in preparing for the GATE exam.

Furthermore, Gate Revolution provides study materials that are meticulously curated by experts in the field. These materials cover all topics as per the latest syllabus and are designed to make learning more effective and efficient.

Additionally, Gate Revolution offers flexible batch timings to cater to different schedules of students. Whether you are a working professional or a full-time student, you can find a batch that suits your needs.

With its track record of producing excellent results year after year, Gate Revolution has established itself as one of the best gate coaching institutes in Chandigarh.

In conclusion (of course we won't use this phrase!), if you are aspiring to crack the GATE exam and looking for quality coaching in Chandigarh, these top gate coaching institutes mentioned above - GATE GURUS and Gate Revolution - should definitely be on your list! Their experienced faculty members, focused approach towards concept-building, personalized attention to students' needs, comprehensive study materials,and proven success rate make them stand out among others. So don't wait any longer! Start your preparation with one of these institutes today and boost your chances of securing an excellent rank in the GATE exam!

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Cracking the GATE Electrical Engineering Exam: Tips and Strategies

Cracking the GATE (Graduate Aptitude Test in Engineering) Electrical Engineering exam requires careful planning, effective strategies, and dedication. GATE is a competitive exam that tests your knowledge and problem-solving skills in electrical engineering, and it is widely used for admissions to postgraduate programs in engineering and for recruitment by various PSUs (Public Sector Undertakings). Here are some tips and strategies to help you succeed:

Understand the Exam Pattern:

GATE Electrical Engineering consists of multiple-choice questions (MCQs) and numerical answer type (NAT) questions.

The exam includes subjects like Electrical Circuits, Electrical Machines, Power Systems, Electromagnetic Theory, Control Systems, Power Electronics, Signals and Systems, etc.

The GATE exam has a total of 65 questions, and the duration is 3 hours.

Comprehensive Syllabus:

Familiarize yourself with the complete GATE syllabus for Electrical Engineering. You can find this information on the official GATE website or in the GATE brochure.

Create a Study Plan:

Make a detailed study plan that covers all the topics in the syllabus. Allocate more time to subjects you find challenging and less time to those you are already comfortable with.

Study Materials:

Gather high-quality study materials such as textbooks, lecture notes, and reference books. Some recommended books for GATE Electrical Engineering include books by B.L. Theraja, J.B. Gupta, and William H. Hayt, among others.

Previous Year Question Papers:

Solve previous year GATE question papers and sample papers to understand the exam pattern and the types of questions asked.

Practice and Mock Tests:

Regular practice is crucial. Solve a variety of problems to improve your problem-solving skills.

Take full-length mock tests to simulate exam conditions and assess your performance. Many websites and coaching institutes offer mock tests.

Time Management:

During the exam, manage your time wisely. Allocate a specific amount of time for each section/question. Don't spend too much time on a single question.

Focus on Strengths and Weaknesses:

Identify your strong and weak areas. Focus on strengthening your weak subjects while maintaining your strong ones.

Revision:

Regularly revise the topics you've covered to retain the information effectively.

GATE Preparation Books:

Some good reference books for GATE Electrical Engineering include:

"Electrical Machines" by P.S. Bimbhra

"Control Systems Engineering" by I.J. Nagrath and M. Gopal

"Power Systems" by C.L. Wadhwa

"Signals and Systems" by Alan V. Oppenheim

"Power Electronics" by M.H. Rashid

Join a Coaching Institute:

If you find it challenging to prepare on your own, consider joining a reputable GATE coaching institute.

Stay Healthy:

Maintain a balanced diet, exercise regularly, and get enough sleep to keep your mind and body in peak condition.

Stay Updated:

Keep yourself updated with any changes in the GATE exam pattern and important announcements through the official GATE website.

Maintain a Positive Attitude:

Stay positive and confident throughout your preparation. Believe in yourself and your ability to succeed.

Remember that cracking the GATE Electrical Engineering exam requires consistent effort, determination, and effective time management. Good luck with your preparation!

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Top private engineering colleges in Rajasthan

With the emergence of innovative technology and technology-driven devices, Indian colleges and universities are imparting world-class engineering degrees that can be pursued with affordable fee structure, and also provide scholarships to deserving students. Engineering is a 4 years 8 semesters degree program. The degree is divided into various branches and departments. Colleges and universities that provide cutting-edge engineering curriculum get unique rankings and recognitions. These rankings are generally based on certain unique criteria such as placements, infrastructure, faculty, academic achievements, research activities, etc. If you are planning to study an engineering degree, then let us take a look at the top Engineering colleges in Rajasthan University of Engineering and Management (UEM), Jaipur University of Engineering and Management (UEM) is one of the best engineering colleges in Jaipur that imparts industry-oriented engineering programs to meet global technology trends. UEM, Jaipur is a government-approved, AICTE approved, and UGC recognized university. The University offers various engineering degrees to students such as Computer Science and Engineering, Electronic and Communication Engineering, Electrical Engineering, Civil Engineering, and Mechanical Engineering. UEM has received various prestigious awards, recognitions, and titles since its inception for providing outstanding and industry-oriented curriculum. UEM Jaipur has obtained the International ‘Best Engineering Institute Award’ under the ‘Education Leadership Program’ of ‘Golden gives Tigers Award’, 2017. The renowned university has the strongest placement cell in India. Pre-placements deliberations are organized in order to provide inputs in chosen area, the job profiles, the interview process, and their expectations from the potential candidate. In addition, Soft Skills Development Programme (SSDP) and Higher Career Training Programme (HCTP) are imparted to the students to help them crack entrance examinations including GATE. UEM, Jaipur has highly experienced and knowledgeable faculty members who are devoted towards providing a holistic, practical and comprehensive curriculum to the students. To read more about various engineering programs visit the website: https://uem.edu.in/uem-jaipur/ JECRC University, Jaipur JECRC University provides an innovation-led research oriented engineering curriculum to the students. JECRC University has quality infrastructure such as tranquil and attractive campus, well-equipped labs, a well-stocked library, fully air-conditioned hostel cubicles, mess offering good foods, sports facilities and, clubs and societies to ensure productive learning environment. The faculty members and mentors at the university come from premium institutions and industries including IITs and NITs, and reputed Central and State Universities. Vivekananda Global University, Jaipur Vivekananda Global University’s educational curriculums are comprehended by persistently evolving teaching and learning reforms, with much innovation in respective fields. The campus is furnished with state-of-the-art facilities including a wide-ranging library that is a model in its kind. Apart from these, each department is supported by lecture halls, research and training laboratories, workshops and other several active clubs. Vivekananda Global University provides a wide array of co-curricular activities, hobbies and interactive clubs and societies to choose from. NIMS University, Jaipur NIMS University has been a pioneer in quality teaching and action-oriented research in all disciplines. Being a model landmark in the area of higher education, its lush green campus, state-of-art infrastructure, and modern laboratory furnished with latest technology, interactive pedagogy, and academia with proven proficiency, NIMS University has been the glory for thousands of on-campus and off-campus students. LNM Institute of Information Technology (LNMIIT), Jaipur LNM Institute of Information Technology provides a cutting-edge platform or foundation of knowledge through quality research, and its distribution through technologically-enabled teaching-learning methodology in the field of science, technology, engineering, arts, and management. The institute offers innovative curriculum in various branches of engineering. Read the full article