#power amplifer

[takmiblog]

不都合な真実（２）

　廉価なD級アンプ素子の性能をデータシートで見る限り、低出力時のTHD値は確かにAB級アンプのそれにかなわない。しかし実際に低出力（ミニワットのレベル）で静かに両者を聴き比べてみると、D級アンプのプレゼンスの良さに驚かされる。

　これはあくまで私の仮説であるが、D級アンプの場合、たとえ再生音量を絞ったとしても、駆動電圧振幅は常に一定かつ高位（=Vdd）に保たれるため、Loud Speakerを駆動する能力（リニアにスピーカを動かせるかどうか）が（AB級アンプに比較して）高いためではないかと思われる。鳴らしにくいスピーカで比較すると良くわかる。D級アンプは実に軽々と鳴らす（鳴らしきる）のだ。（大雑把に言うと）D級アンプの場合、パルス幅の正確性は担保されているのでGNDとVddの（動的）安定性にのみ着目すればよい。見通しがいい分、隘路にはまり込むリスクが小さい。総合的な音のキャラクターはプリアンプの設計でどうにでもなる。よってD級アンプがAB級アンプを駆逐するのは時間の問題なのである。

　先人・先達たちが

��D級アンプのほうがAB級アンプよりもスピーカの駆動能力が高い』

とこれまで評してきたことは、このことを指すものと思われる。やはり趣味のオーディオはデータの優劣で比較できるほど単純ではない。古い世代の人は（出来の悪い）D級アンプになかなかなじめないかもしれないが、新しい世代の人はAB級アンプやA級アンプの洗礼無しにD級アンプの音で育ってゆく。そんなところだろう。

An Inconvenient Truth(2)

[erigold13261]

Hanami loves her friends dearly… even though she doesn’t quite show it… peace and love on the planet earth…

Just because her facial expressions can't show how she feels, doesn't mean she doesn't show her love and care for her friends in different ways! (I mean, for fuck sakes, she went up against Gojo alone and on a whim just to save Jogo!)

She shows her care more through action. They all do honestly! But she also just gives out a ton of support, kinda like a beam that holds up a house, one that you don't see but you appreciate even if you don't realize it (and might sometimes take for granted).

I can see Mahito being a lot more verbal with his love and care for the rest. Definitely still touchy (giving hugs and kisses, either out of actual care or to annoy/piss off his friends), but is also ready to give out compliments and praise (though sometimes these are backhanded, it can be hard to tell because he uses the same or similar tone every time).

While Jogo is more of a tsundere, kinda. When dealing with his friends bullshit he is quick to fly off the handle and get mad, but he is never going to actually try and hurt them (just screaming and chasing, possibly a couple rough hits if he catches them, and by them most of the time it is Mahito).

But he can also show his care in a passive way, such as letting everyone huddle close to him if they are in colder area (especially Hanami who I can see getting a bit tired in the cold when not in a fight or on a mission or something). And just letting Mahito or Dagon have their fun roasting stuff over his head (something he would never willingly tolerate with anyone else that wasn't a friend).

Then Dagon is a more go-with-the flow kind of character (pre-evolved especially) and is always ready to follow whichever one of their friends they choose that moment. I also see them as having an "acts of service" kind of love language? If that makes sense.

Like domain expansion can take a lot out of the caster, and here Dagon is keeping it active for who knows how long just so their friends can have a nice beach spot to hang out in while they gossip and chit chat (plan world chaos). Dagon is absolutely showing love through helping their friends.

So Hanami and Dagon are the two that show their love and care through actions the most, while Mahito shows love through both action and speech, and Jogo shows it through action and inaction with some speech.

That's not even to mention their powers showing their emotions! Like Hanami just absentmindedly growing some flowers around her, any water near Dagon swirling a bit into whirlpools, Mahito's body changing unconsciously to show happiness, Jogo getting a little steamed up/overheated.

Hanami has plenty of ways to show she cares and loves her friends even if she can't properly make a face to show it! (though now I am thinking of Mahito giving Hanami a bunch of transifigured humans in the shape of emotion faces, like at a doctor's office, so she can use to help express her emotions better. She kindly refuses them).

But yes, they all know they care for each other (why else would they stick together through their crazy ass plan to take on Gojo? lol), so it truly is peace and love on the planet earth! (until it isn't)

[calboniferous]

in physical agony lads im 2k into another fic plan with six journal articles on historical wound care open in my browser

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[speakerparts42-blog]

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[ventesb2b]

Reaching New Heights: The Strategic Advantages of Content Syndication in B2B

Introduction

In the dynamic landscape of B2B industries, where digital marketing strategies are constantly evolving, content syndication services have emerged as a potent tool for amplifying reach and impact. As businesses strive to connect with their target audience and establish themselves as industry leaders, the role of content syndication services cannot be understated. This blog delves into the world of content syndication services, exploring their benefits, working mechanisms, and how they can revolutionize your B2B marketing efforts.

 The Essence of Content Syndication Services

Content syndication services empower businesses to transcend the boundaries of their own platforms and tap into an extensive network of partner websites, industry portals, and social media channels. This strategic distribution process enables your well-crafted content – be it articles, whitepapers, videos, or infographics – to be showcased on diverse platforms, reaching a broader and more targeted audience than you could achieve through standalone efforts.

 Unveiling the Benefits

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[tavolgisvist]

I was always interested in finding out what have happens on the photo. What gave them the idea of depict Paul's funeral: why the funeral, why Paul? Well…I have an answer, I suppose

More legendary than most, however, were a band briefly signed to Brian, the Big Three. Other musicians on the scene seemed to regard this band with awe. They were the original power trio, real sonic bruisers who’d built themselves the biggest amplifiers - nicknamed Coffins - that anyone had ever seen.

(Liverpool - Wondrous Place by Paul Du Noyer, 2002)

Epstein made his way to the Cavern club to see the group perform at a lunchtime session on November 9th. He wrote later that he had never seen anything like The Beatles on any stage. <…> "I loved their ad libs and I was fascinated by this, to me, new music with its pounding bass beat and its vast, engulfing sound." <…> The "pounding" bass that Epstein described was due in part to a new addition to The Beatles' equipment line-up. In the early 1960s there was really no such thing as a proper bass amplifier. Most bass players would use the most powerful guitar amplifier that they could get their hands on. But these were not designed for bass guitar, and did not provide the deep, throbbing bass tones that bass guitarists wanted. As The Beatles evolved their sound and Best perfected his "atomic beat" the group were searching for a stronger and more solid bass sound.

The band considered by many to be the loudest and most aggressive in Liverpool was The Big Three. They bad started out as Cass & The Cassanovas, a four-piece until leader and frontman Brian Casser left during the beginning of 1961. The remaining members stayed together to form The Big Three: Johnny Gustafson on bass, guitarist Adrian Barber, and Liverpool's loudest drummer, Johnny Hutchinson, on the skins.

Barber says that when they became a trio there was an instant problem: he and Gustafson weren't loud enough to project over Hutchinson's drumming. Even the relatively punchy Selmer Truvoice amp was not enough. Barber, however, had an interest in electronics from his days in the merchant navy. <…> Barber went out and bought a book about loudspeakers produced by G A Briggs, who owned the British Wharfedale speaker company, and inside he found construction details for various sizes of cabinets. "I decided on one, and Denis Kealing said he could get me a 15-inch speaker," recalls Barber. "I built a set-up for the bass guitar and for the vocal, in a cabinet about five feet tall by about 18 inches square. <…> I used that and mounted it in a metal ammunitions case, so we could carry it around without killing it. Johnny Gustafson used it as his bass amp, and it was very successful. "When we carried it we bad to lower it on its side, because it was long and skinny. The first time we took it down to the Cavern, we struggled down the tiny stairs there. As we carried this black-painted thing across the room it looked just like a coffin - and that's how it got its name: the Coffin. Now, the Cavern was the underground basement of a warehouse, with three vaulted brick-built archways. Over the years water had seeped down and brought calcium deposits with it, which had settled in the ceiling bricks. So when Johnny plucked that first bass note it was like a shower of snow corning down. People went, 'Wow look at that … and listen to that.' So we were really impressed, and I got ambitious at that point." <…> Other bands began to notice the relative sophistication of The Big Three's amplification, especially the bass gear. "Liverpool wasn't a competitive scene, before it got commercial," explains Barber. '"All the bands co-operated with one another and backed each other up. It was a cool scene, and I started to build these things for other people. Paul McCartney asked me to make him a Coffin. It had a single 15-inch speaker in a reflex-ported cabinet, with two chrome handles and wheels on the side."

McCartney started to use a Barber Coffin speaker cabinet during the late part of 1961. <…> McCartney himself recalls, "Adrian made me a great bass amp that he called the Coffin. And, man! Suddenly that was a total other world. That was bass as we know it now. It was like reggae bass: it was just too right there. It was great live." Pete Best too remembers the Coffin. "Neil Aspinall and I used to carry it. Every couple of shows there'd be a flight of stairs which you had to carry this thing up, and it was then we'd wonder why he couldn't have got something smaller. We'd have sweat streaming off us. But the beauty of it was, with all the laughing and joking aside, it did produce a great sound. The first time Paul plugged it in and used it, we just said my god, this is incredible. It added to The Beatles sound."

(Beatles Gear: All the Fab Four's Instruments from Stage to Studio Hardcover by Andy Babiuk, 2010)

So, I guess, Paul is lying on his bass amp that they called the Coffin - and it's the reason of the pantomime on the photo.

[matbenetti17]

Name: Musa

Title: 

Fairy of Music

Species: Fairy

Gender: Female (demigirl)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 16

Birthday: May 30

Astrological sign: Elf

Home planet: Melody

Occupation: Alfea Student

Affiliation: Winx Club

Family: 

Matlin & Ho-Boe (parents)

Relationships: 

Riven (crush)

Tecna (best friend)

Galatea (future girlfriend)

Tune (Pixie)

Powers & Abilities: 

Music magic

Sound/Music generation

Sound amplification

Instrument summoning

[astra-ravana]

Mirror Magick Applications

Mirrors are a big part of our lives. Mirrored surfaces, both man-made and natural exist almost everywhere. Every culture has myths regarding mirrors and I'm sure some of these we have all heard. Such as breaking a mirror is worth seven years of bad luck, that you shouldn't keep them in the bedroom, or to cover all your mirrors after someone dies, so their soul isn't trapped. Mirrors are more than just shiny bathroom fixtures, they are literal portals and amplifiers with several magickal utilities.

Trapping Energy by Charging Mirrors

Mirrors can be used to 'trap' the energy of any setting you find particularly powerful. For example: leaving your mirror close to the ocean waves or in a dark forest overnight. It will absorb the potent natural energies, then you can use the mirror in late workings as you please.

Lunar magick is another area where mirror work is ideal. Place a few mirrors under the moon to charge them with the energy of that phase. If you want to use them for a specific purpose, consider marking them with a symbol or sigil. When you need the energy of the moon, or a moon phase, you can access it as needed by using an appropriately charged mirror.

Amplification

Mirrors, like crystals, can help to amplify the power of your spells ans rituals. Keeping a mirror on your altar can bolster and increase the success of your workings. Just as focused sunlight on a mirror ignites a fire, focused magick will ignite a spell. Make sure your spell components are reflected, or better yet, perform the working on top of a mirror, to substantially increase its power.

Scrying and Accessing Other Realms

When correctly utilized mirrors can be used to access messages and visions that we wouldn't normally be able to connect with. Scrying is an ancient divinatory magick that is often used as a form of fortune-telling. Traditionally, a lot of scrying was done with water, the ancient Celts and Greeks even practiced this form of divination. Mirror scrying is an evolution of these water oracles, with historical practitioners like the famous John Dee, who used highly polished silver, brass, mercury, or obsidian.

Scrying wit mirrors can be particularly powerful due to the idea that your reflection is the manifestation of your soul. When viewing your reflection, if you're well in tune with yourself, you can ask your soul questions regarding your life and development or even open up the door to another dimension entirely. Mirrors can be enchanted and sigified into being gateways in and of themselves.

Many scrying mirrors are black because one's own reflection can be rather distracting. The traditional material of a black mirror is obsidian, however you can craft your own by painting one side of a piece of glass black. Picture frames are great for this. A black mirror is the best option for scrying as you won't be distracted by your own features, leaving you open to interpret your visions.

Banishing

Mirrors, as reflective surfaces and magickal conductors, are often used in banishing spells. Banishing magick can be used when someone is directing negative energy your way or you're being harassed. In this case, a mirror can be used to return bad energy back to the person who sent it.

Banishing magick can be a wonderful tool when applied to bad habits or negative thoughts as well. To banish an idea or behavior, encant something akin to: "[what you're banishing] you've caused me pain, I banish you, now stay away. Mirror help to reflect my plight, and keep [what you're banishing] out of sight". Keep the mirror close to you in order to protect you from what you're banishing.

Defense

Mirrors are also an incredibly effective defensive tool. They can deflect any negative energy, ill intent, or malevolent spirits sent your way. By placing mirrors in areas where you need the most protection, you can repel any unwanted energy trying to infiltrate your space. For added potentcy, draw a protective sigil/symbol on the mirror and/or place a protective crystal in front of it.

Hexenspiegal: The Witch's Mirror

A hexenspiegal is a small mirror used as a protective charm to reflect away baneful/attack magick, the evil eye, and other bad omens and intentions, as well as return the energy back to its sender. Its basis is in German folk magick. Translated, it means "witch's mirror". Hexenspiegals may be suspended from cords, fastened to walls, or, in the case of small ones, worn as jewelry. You can make your own by cleansing, decorating (optional), and sigifying/enchanting a small mirror to your intent.

[phant0mth1ef]

i bet on losing dogs.

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amplification, a unique quirk which allowed to user to essentially “power-up!” their own body, or send someone else’s quirk into overdrive to have them performing at top levels utilizing the wielder’s life energy.

the wielder of this quirk was a girl who had lived in musutafu most of her life, so small and timid but she had such big ambitions.

so why was it that said girl was currently lying on the ground, a pro hero over her as her eyes were half lidded and her body was weak and on the brink of unconsciousness.

bakugou looked over from where he stood on the battlefield to see what the hell was taking his mentor so long, but he didn’t expect to see you lying there under the hero taking small shallow breaths as your face was covered in battle scars.

best jeanist raised his hand to administer first aid to you, wondering why you hadn’t sent your body into overdrive in order to get yourself back up and running, but he could tell by your heartbeat that you had just one more amplification left in you, and with the way you looked him in the eye he knew that you had a plan in mind.

you slowly reached out for his arm, grabbing it and lowering it as you opened your mouth.

“deku and dynamight.” you whispered, best jeanist unable to comprehend you at first.

“what??” he was frantic, he didn’t want to be responsible for whatever would happen to you.

“bring me deku and dynamight.”

the two teens in question bolted over, hovering over you carefully as if you’d break if they put any force on your body. your hand quickly reached for their wrists, bakugou pulled away quickly, but deku understood as he looked at you solemnly.

“the hell are you doing?! use it on yourself, come on we don’t have much time.” he frantically yelled, so loud and yet so quiet at the same time as he made eye contact with you.

deku looked away as bakugou started changing his eyesight from you to him at rapid speeds, unable to believe just what his friend was allowing to happen as you gripped his wrist once again and activated your quirk, powering up their bodies and quirks to win this fight.

once done, you lied there unconscious due to the fact that you’d left yourself just a bit of life energy to allow you to get through this fight even if you were out of comission.

jeanist picked up your body, you hung limp as he brought it to the edge of the barrier, trying to put you far from harm’s way.

with one last glance, bakugou and deku looked over towards you before charging in.

they’d win. for you.

[hitomisuzuya]

Omg omg requests are open! I love your writing so so much, it always makes me happy reading your fics 🔥

I would like to request some more fatui!scara but maybe with him using his electro powers to make reader feel good.. if you know what I mean heh. Bonus points if there’s some bondage or some chocking 👀

fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. delusion play. fingering. degradation. squirting. bondage. choking. dom!scara

bonus points i am more than happy to score😳

"know your place, and keep your legs spread," scaramouche commanded in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine, and straight to your clit. he smirked seeing you do as you were told, spreading them a little wider.

he didn't think his cock could throb any harder seeing your display of submission, your cheeks flushed with adoration for him. with your wrists bound together and tied above your head to the headboard, your creamy cunt on display to him, you are working of delicate art for him to break.

the utter control you surrender to him, relying on him for every modicum of pleasure made him dizzy with love. it was a jarring feeling for him.

his fingertips brushed featherlight along your jaw. your cheek automatically turned to nuzzle into his palm. he sighed shakily seeing your display of submissive affection, moving his hand down down to your chest.

you let out a soft moan feeling the subtle hum of electro on your nipple as he teased it with his elegant fingers. he pinched your nipple, stimulating it to harden quickly between the pads of his fingers. his cock leaked precum hearing your moans rise in octave, your pussy starting to clench around nothing.

"it's amusing to hear how good it makes you feel when i toy with you," he turned his attention to your neglected nipple, which was already hardening in response to him using his electro.

scaramouche knows your body so well. he knows exactly how to use his electro to make you writhe and twitch in pleasure. make you beg in a way that would make him cum untouched.

the hum increased as he stroked your other nipple to harden, slowly stimulating it until you let out a soft whine. he groans seeing the look in your eyes, the desperation for him to work your pussy over pooling deep in them.

such submission, he felt should be rewarded. your breath hitched in your throat with anticipation as he moved his hand down between your legs. your hips jerked up to grind on his fingers as they dipped between your now drooling folds.

he concentrated electro into the tips of his fingers, tracing slow stripes up and down your pussy, licking his lips at how fast you soaked his fingers. "such needy obedience," he marvels, pressing slow circles on your throbbing clit, "what a slut."

your lewd moan as pushed his finger inside of you sounded so fucking divine to him. electro hummed along your sensitive walls, zapping into your sweet spot. your walls clenched tighter than they had when he was teasing your nipples.

he launched a slow assault on your pussy, increasing and decreasing the amplification of his electro as he flicked and curled his finger into your sweet spot. your body was already twitching from the aching pleasure of your orgasm tightening in your core. "a second finger," you moan, shamelessly rubbing your clit on his fingers.

"a second finger what, slut," he concentrated electro into the pads of his fingers as he tapped your clit. your legs shook as your back aches off the bed.

"please," you whimper, your eyes watering in desperation as your clit throbbed harder.

"good girl," scaramouche praises, rewarding you by stretching you open with two fingers. electro zapped against your sensitive walls before he hooked them generously into your sweet spot. you let out a gasp of pleasure, twitching as your orgasm coiled tighter.

he relentlessly teased your sweet spot with different levels of electro. your fingernails dug into the palms of your bound hands as pleasure jolted through you. he relishes in the embarrassed flush dusting your cheeks. he chuckled.

"i see you just now heard yourself, and what a slut you sound like," he increased the electro humming on his fingers, bullying your sweet spot, "listen to your pussy sucking my fingers in," he laughed shakily as his cock pulsed harder. "you can't get enough of me."

"a third finger, please. please, scara, please," you plead. you could taste your orgasm it was so close, the building intensity nearly overwhelming you. your walls clutched tighter still hearing his degradation.

your sopping pussy sucked a third finger inside of you. your back arches off the bed, a moan of bliss that sounded like you'd just gotten something you'd deprived of for so long tore from your throat. "that's right, beg like the pretty slut you are," he increased his electro and pace of his fingers.

his hand suddenly snapped to your throat, electro zapping across your windpipe for a moment to remind you of your place. the embarrassed blush on your cheeks darkens with further adoration for him. he smirked as his fingers gradually tightened around your throat.

pleasure burst through you in overwhelming waves as you tilted your head back a little for him to squeeze more. giving him such control, trusting him so completely made him dizzier with love.

you struggle to moan for him as he continued to bully your sweet spot with his electro. you writhed as the knot of your orgasm snapped apart suddenly. scaramouche's fingers tightened on your throat at just the right moment, increasing the intensity of your orgasm as you squirted on his fingers.

"that's it, just take it like a good girl," scaramouche groaned with approval, taking his hand off your throat to concentrate electro on your swollen clit.

[lucettapanchetta]

Rainworld Roleswap: Hunter Campaign is finally completed and now available to read in proper order!

This campaign and it's writing took approximately six months to complete. Now, you can read it from start to finish without having to be confused where to start!

Pre-Moon Broadcasts [ Hunter Campaign ] Absent Moon She's Overclocking Herself A Dozen Shattered Pieces Emotions of a Bygone Era Help Sending the Message A Bit of Amplification A Name Encountering Iterator Conversations Delivery I'm Sorry Out of Options Post-Moon Broadcasts Failure Hopelessness Terms of Intuitiveness Contingency Plan Martyr Power Dynamic It Means Everything Aging Beacons ( The final page is at the end of this post. If you do not wish to read the rest, then skip to "Finale". ) Hunter Storyline [ Ambiguous Canon ] [ Page illustrations are in order; however, all dialogue in this section pertains to miscellaneous interactions, in-game items, and pearl readings. ] Sky Islands - (Chatlog_SI1) Karma Flower Dark Celadon Pearl Meeting Five Pebbles Again Neuron Fly Pale Green Pearl

Silence Initiation Epilogue Broadcast Finale

Special thanks to everyone who supported me throughout the length of this comic being created. I wouldn't have done it without you guys! ♥

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6: A Mother’s Love

Gotham still remembers when she was just a young Neverborn. When her bay was first discovered and settlements were newly established. Her consciousness like the budding town was growing slowly but surely. By the 1800s she was almost fully grown and by the 1900s she knew her name. She knew who she was.

She was Lady Gotham: Queen of the City of Corruption, Mistress of the Den of Madness, Ruler of No Man's Land, Mother of Poor Souls.

She was a Neverborn Spirit of the Infinite Realms who was well acquainted with disaster and misery. She was the sovereign of her own haunt and territory, and vassal under the king. (A king to whom she swore no loyalty)

She knew her flaws and she knew the flaws of those who were Hers but she loved them nonetheless. When she was still young she spent her energy trying to nourish her people, unfortunately, she was but a reflection of her mortal haunt. There was little she could do aside from slightly bending the rules to exert control over the physical aspects of her haunt or to extend her power to those who would need it most. As she grew older she also had to divide her care among the ghosts in her spectral haunt, for they were Hers too, now within her grasp.

She remembers when the Clown first arrived. He was horrible, an outsider, an interloper, and a scourge to her haunt. He was not Hers and she refused to claim him despite his fancy to call himself the Clown Prince of Gotham. No, he was more a Fool than anything else. She made it known within the realms to all those living in her spectral haunt that should the Fool ever make it to the realms than his fate would be up to her (Perhaps her former paramour would grant her a boon and keep him trapped in an eternal nightmare).

She remembers when her Dark Knight first arrived in her defense. She was struck to see him, for he had been one of Hers. He had been gone for many years but returned to her and he wished to help her, to protect her. She accepted him as her Knight, extending her power on occasion to cloak him in shadows and fear. Though she cherished her Knight she wished he was capable of more. (She wished he would cross lines she could not, but she knew he wouldn't because he could not either).

She remembers the first little Squire her Knight took in. He was not of her but she would claim him as Hers too. He was eager to help her and those who were Hers. He was the first bit of Wonder she and Hers had had in a long time. He cared for her too but eventually, he would grow to be more than a Squire and would leave her too. Though he was gone, he still had a place in the city as one of her Knights.

She remembers the second little Squire. Her very own homegrown Hope. Sure he was a bit more rough and decisive but he cared. He was so deeply and truly Hers. He grew up in her streets and he understood her and Hers better than any of her knights so far. He was young, full of life and a desire to help, and he believed he could be magic. She was devastated when he left, lured away by the promise of a mother, then tricked and fallen into the hands of the Fool. She was devastated when he returned to her broken and mangled.

In her distress she remembered that the Tyrant had been overthrown recently. There was a new king, one who had not even reached his majority yet. The Boy King, The Benevolent King, The Protector, The Peace Maker, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance.

He had not yet risen to full power but he had united the Counsel of Ancients. She could appeal to them and to him. She could swear her loyalty in exchange for borrowed power. Even if he refused, it would not stop her. His help would prevent her from growing too weak but his refusal would mean nothing to her.

True to his title, the Benevolent King granted her a boon, her loyalty and support for a temporary amplification of her own power and permission to cross over. She thanked the Boy King for his Kindness and fled back to her haunt, ready to manifest onto the mortal plane for the first time in centuries.

When she found him she was overwhelmed with grief. Her voice echoed like sirens in the wind. Her fingernails elongated as she reached out. Her appearance grew more haggard as spectral winds swirled around her. She cried black tears over his grave summoning her power to channel his soul.

If the boy wanted to help he could help those in her spectral haunt.

If the boy wanted to make a difference, he could help her exert her power over her mortal haunt.

If the boy wanted a family, then she would be his Mother.

If the boy wanted to live, he could live in the Realms with Her.

Her form flickered vanishing from the mortal plane. Back in her spectral haunt, she held a young figure in her arms. She overflowed with gratefulness promising herself she would introduce the young boy to the King when she got the chance. He deserved to see how much he'd done for her. She gathered up her presence and made a declaration to the realm:

Here was the heir to her power

Here was the being that was most truly Hers

Here was the true Son

Her very own Little Prince of Gotham.

~~~

Okay a couple of things:

Did I imply the Joker is not a Gotham Native? Yes, I did. I also implied that if he ever became a ghost it would be on sight for him by Lady Gotham.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham has two haunts? Yes, I did. She has actual Gotham and then the ghost version in the Infinite Realms where a lot of the ghosts of people who died in Gotham live.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham and Fright Knight were romantically involved at one point? Yes, I did.

The goal of this was to literally make Jason the "Son of Gotham", a term I've seen thrown around before. I feel like Lady Gotham would love to be a mom and finally give Jason a decent parent, albeit one that treads the line between creepy and Eldritch Horror.

I included Danny as the new Ghost King even though he's not technically ruling yet. He has the Council of Ancients running things and he has a regent but idk who yet. He's still involved in the decision-making process bc a.) He's super powerful, b.) he's still technically ruler, and c.) it's a good way for him to learn about ruling which he will have to do eventually.

Yes, it is my intention to have Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone later. Give some good bonding and friendship (eventually crushes on each other).

I have a couple ideas for things that may happen in this au but if anyone gets their own ideas or wants to write this then feel free to share or ask about it.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Pinky Promise

Short little piece for Day 1 of @erisweekofficial: Bonds/Bargins

Summary: It was a stupid deal, promising Eris you would marry him. And now, what happens when you have no intention of following through with it. 

Warnings: Sick Reader, unedited

WC: 1.7k

divider by the lovely @tsunami-of-tears

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” Eris said the words with such conviction but kept his tone light. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Is that so?” You picked at a loose thread on your skirt, suddenly unable to make eye contact with the autumn court heir. 

“Yep.” He popped the p and leaned back in his chair. “No one else would be able to keep up with me.”

”You’ll be high lord one day, you could do far better than me.” 

Eris snorted and rolled his eyes. 

‘I could do far worse.”

”You really know how to flatter a girl, Eris.” You let out a heavy sigh. 

“Here, if neither of us have found anyone by the time you become high lord, then we’ll get married.”

 “Really?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter.

 “Really.”

 “It’s a deal then.” You felt it then. The words branding themselves onto the back of your neck. Your hand went up to trace the newly marked skin, the raised fern shaped bump. 

It was silly. Rushed words from childhood that you didn’t take seriously at the time. Your hand still traced over the skin, no longer feeling the texture of it. Just enough to bring you comfort. To know that Eris was your friend. 

Eris had turned down every match his father had tried. Always managing to find some fault with them, no matter how much trouble it got him in. You stopped the glimmer of hope every time that it was because he was holding out for you. Holding out for the bargain, the one you had no intentions of going through with.

You woke up a little later than you intended, the sun already streaking through the window. When you stood up, your muscles seemed to scream in protest, a small throbbing behind your temples started as you got dressed for the day. 

You sighed as you walked into the bathroom attached to your room, the room you had been given when you were appointed as Eris’ second in court, and started searching for the tonic to get rid of this headache. The day was going to be filled with meetings and dealing with the rest of his court was headache inducing enough. It didn’t take long for the pain to recede, not gone but enough to fade into the background as you headed towards eris’ office.

Eris was absolutely glowing with the power of a new high lord. He wore it well. The amplification of his already impressive abilities. He was heartbreakingly handsome before, but now, just being in the same room with him was enough to bring heat to your cheeks. 

“There she is.” Eris says as you walk into the room, his advisors sitting around the table. The spot next to him is empty, reserved for you. 

“I’m sorry for being late. I had an issue I had to deal with.” You felt all eyes in the room as you walked over to Eris. “You could have started without me.” You looked at Eris as you sat down, he waved off your words. 

“No we couldn’t. I trust your opinions on this stuff.” He squeezed your hand that was on the table and you shoved down the butterflies that rose in your stomach at the simple touch. 

“Now, last time we talked, we were discussing how to improve the schools that have been severely lacking since the war.” 

The late morning bled into the afternoon and there had been minimal arguments. A small miracle with the over opinionated circle Eris was still trying to navigate around. The older ones were still adjusting to be able to speak out and be heard. Eris handled every issue as well as he could have and you found yourself smiling at your friend as he truly stepped into his role as High Lord. 

“If you’ll allow me to make one last point. I would like to remind the high lord of the conversation we had a few days ago.” Eris just sighed at the words. Your eyes flicked to Eris, who seemed suddenly very annoyed. 

“I have several daughters that are of age and would be honored to be considered by the high lord.”

“I told you where I stand on the issue.” Eris cut him off, voice tight. You wanted to sink into the floor. There was no subtlety in the words the lord was speaking. He was offering his daughters for Eris to marry. 

“The court needs a lady.”

“I have one.” he didn’t hesitate to say the words, turning to you. You felt the gaze on everyone in the room. “I believe someone made me a promise.” He smiled at you, one you couldn’t return. 

“Eris. Be serious.” You muttered to him, turning away from the rest of the advisors. 

“I am.” He turned to face the man. “And that is all I will hear of this subject.” The older man had enough sense to nod at Eris’ words, looking slightly crestfallen. “You’re all dismissed for the day.” 

Slowly the other filed out of the room, leaving you and Eris alone. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. 

“You didn’t have to do that, Eris.” YOu said, leaning back in your chair. The headache from earlier was coming back with a vengeance. 

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was simply making them aware that I’m spoken for.”

“But you’re not.” You tried to stop your voice from raising but you were getting more and more frustrated with this conversation. 

Eris just looked at you as if he was confused by your words. 

“I thought-”

“You didn’t think at all, Eris. You didn’t think for a second about me in this and just told your entire court that you’re marrying me.” The words spoken through your teeth, the pain in your head becoming unbearable. You rose to your feet, hand on the table as you tried to get your bearings. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Your tongue felt like it had turned to sandpaper. The words heavy and mumbled. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to lay down and sleep off this gross feeling. 

You made it to the end of your hallway before it fully hit you.

The room around you was starting to tilt, your head feeling fuzzy like you had too much wine. You tried to keep yourself upright but your legs might as well have been jelly for the way they were shaking. Reaching out a hand, you blindly felt for the rough textured wallpaper and sat yourself down before you could fall flat on your face. The world seemed to right itself slightly as you tucked your head between your knees and took a deep breath. The movement rattled your chest and made every muscle in your body ache in protest. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you felt a hand shake your shoulder. One of the handmaid's faces came into focus in front of you. Her words seemed to be traveling too slow for them to reach your ears. You could only look at her with a blank look on your face before closing your eyes again. The pain had only been building and now it felt like your whole body was pulsing with this strange sickness. 

When you finally came to again, you were startled to feel soft velvet under your hands. A blanket had been thrown over you but the thin layer of sweat on your body had you kicking it off immediately. The motion seemed to remind your body what got you into this position. The light making tears spring in your eyes. 

“Thank the mother. You had me scared.” Eris’ voice made your head throb. You groaned, heads going to your temples. You flinched slightly at the contact, even your own touch sending waves of discomfort through you.

“Dove, what happened?” 

You could only shake your head. Forcing your eyes to look at Eris. He reached out to grab your hand and a small gasp left him. You saw it then, the pretty mark on your wrist that was now darker in color, leaking dark lines up your arm. 

“You’re breaking the bargain.” He dropped your arm like he was afraid the mark would transfer to him. 

“I have to.” You crooked out, clearing your throat you repeated the words, louder this time. 

“No. I refuse to accept this.” His voice had risen in pitch slightly, panic leaching into his words. 

“You would rather die than be with me?”

“I’m not having this conversation, Eris.” You cursed the weakness in your voice. 

“No, you have it very clear we aren’t.” He ran his hands through his hair, placing his hands over his eyes. His chest rose as he took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. “Is being married to me that bad?” 

The hurt in his voice was worse than any of the pain in your body. 

“I won’t make you marry me because of some stupid joke you made over a hundred years ago.” 

A silence filled the room after your words you wanted to curl in yourself. That was when you felt Eris’s hand on top of yours.

“That’s what you think?”

“What else could it have been?”

“Do you think I wasn’t serious then? I would have married you that minute if I could have.”

“Don’t be cruel.”

“I could say the same thing to you. Do you expect me to live without you?” 

You suddenly couldn’t find the strength to look at him. 

“Dove. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else in this world by my side.” He takes your hand and places a small kiss on your knuckles. Rubbing warmth into your stiff muscles. When you look back at him, you only find your best friend staring back at you. No lies or hatred on your face.

Words fail you and you can only look at him, tears threatening to spill over. 

“You don’t have to say anything, focus on being better so you can make good on your promise.” Eris squeezes your hand but doesn’t let go. You smile at him and pat the spot beside you, as Eris climbs into bed behind you, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest that you’ve been carrying for the last century.

[dusterbishop]

we can go forever until you wanna sit it out

summary. || you are an amplifier gifted with the ability to strengthen the power of other mutants, a skill that earns you a place on team x. learning to work with them is a sharp curve, especially with the lonesome newest member, logan.

pairing. || logan x f!reader (slow burn)

count. || 2.1k

notes. || warning for character death and violence. this is my first time writing for logan, but i have been bewitched by the tiktok edits.

part one. || part two. || part three. || part four.

You meet Logan when you are young, but he is far older than you initially assume.

Stryker takes point in the introductions, as usual. You linger patiently at his back, just a pace behind, idly scuffing the dirt with the toe of your boot. The air is sour with the stench of stale blood and decay. War isn’t new to you. Neither is recruitment for new soldiers.

“Who’s your little friend?” One of the men jeers, a sharp smile edging the curve of his mouth. This one is Victor Creed, you think, and it’s confirmed when you glance to the other side of the cell and see the other brother sitting back, unimpressed. That one is surely Logan.

From the files that Stryker let you and Zero parse through, you expected more… reaction. He has been tracing their movements for the past two months, and you have seen the bullet list of their service history and grim achievements. They are deadly predators, mutated to efficiently slaughter their prey. Animals, Zero had remarked, and you had silently conceded to that point. Not that you haven’t killed, but you also have human hands that do not morph to tear apart flesh.

“Less who she is, and more what she can do for you both,” Stryker says. On cue, you wander a step closer and set your amplifier alight with a flick of your wrist. You’ve mastered the range just enough to brush the soles of their feet, a fleeting-faint taste of your ability. The hand movement is still an instinct you can’t quash despite the disapproving look Stryker gives you when he sees it.

Victor sucks in a deep, rumbling breath, twitching with a suppressed lunge. Logan doesn’t make a noise, but merely closes his eyes as if a weight has been lifted. Your own body tingles with rippling electricity, every nerve set alight with adrenaline. Like a caffeine rush, you’ll feel the impact of the fall later, but for now you neatly dim your amplifier to a low buzz and shuffle back a half-step to escape their range. The pair slumps against the wall the moment it escapes them. Victor bares his teeth in a grin, and Logan gazes at Stryker with half-lidded eyes. It’s a dark, calculating gaze. Weighing the competition, you think.

“Now that I have your attention,” Stryker says, but you can’t help but notice that both the brothers are looking at you, instead. Their mistake.

Three months later, the brothers once again leave you pinned behind metal-gilded crates with enough gunfire to rattle your teeth in your skull.

“Good God,” you spit out, hauling yourself back behind cover. “Can you stop the self-sacrificial antics for a moment?”

“Sacrifice?” Victor laughs. His skin ripples with regeneration, leaving merely a smear of blood behind as proof of the healed bullet hole. His clawed hand flexes at his side, the elongated tips of his fingers scratching lightly against the floor. “I’m not the one dying, Star.”

You pull a face at the name, but you don’t have the time to argue it. Bullets spray in patterned bursts against your cover, and you have to hunch in on yourself to protect your extremities. The perk of your power is that you can keep your team from burning out and improve their reflexes. The downside is that your power does absolutely nothing in terms of protecting you; your protection is your team.

So you draw in a slow breath, flick your wrist, and summon a surging wave of amplification. Victor surges to his feet with a giddy-mad laugh and delves into the fray. Logan follows in close pursuit behind him, though he takes more care to skirt the edges of the bloodbath, cleaning up the loose ends.

The brothers are an odd addition to this mismatched army of mutant soldiers, though Stryker is pleased with their formidable prowess in battle. In the three months you’ve worked with them, you can see why, and there is a foreboding sense of dread that wells inside you as you listen to the choked-off screams of the enemy ahead. You clench your fists and hold the amplifier steady, silently grateful that for the moment, the only mutants in the room are the ones less likely to tear you apart. No doubt Victor would revel in slicing the flesh from your bones to expose what lies beneath your skin. Logan would be less inclined, perhaps, but you know he follows his brother above all else.

Yes, of course Stryker values their addition to Team X. They are nothing but monsters.

Nothing but monsters, and you have a leash on every one of them.

Stryker has a keen interest in your power, or rather what your power does for the team. You aren’t invulnerable, and you don’t have hyper senses. You don’t teleport or shoot with terrifying accuracy. On the surface, you appear nothing more than a young woman with military training and a nervous tic in your hand.

Underneath the surface, you burn bright.

Your father had been an amateur astronomer. When you were growing up, he would sneak you out to the backyard past your bedtime and the two of you would watch the sky and plot the path of constellations. He was the one that taught you about the sun, the moon, and the stars. My girl, he would say, you are made of the cosmos.

He must be partially right. There’s a staggering core of cosmic energy stored in the cradle of your ribcage. You have spent long moments staring at your own bare reflection in the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. How do you look so ordinary when there is a blazing sun in your chest?

Yet you do. Stryker had been skeptical of your ability when you first met him, but by that point he had recruited Zero and Bradley, so it only took a little wave of your hand to boost their abilities and prove your silent mutation. Proving it had sealed your fate: under the codename Cosmic, you were an infinite battery pack to the newly forged Team X.

Yet it’s moments like this, when you’re stranded in a rare week of downtime, that you feel like an outsider looking in.

It’s been four days since the job that got you shot at, the same job that let Victor unleash utter havoc, and you’re all going a little stir-crazy while you wait for things to cool down. John Wraith has somehow secured a deck of cards, and he’s managed to wrangle Bradley, Victor, and Wade in a game you don’t follow. The rules seem to change the more they drink and bicker over the play, so you toy with your own can of half-drunk beer and stare out the living room window of your temporary housing. There are stray stars speckled in the night sky, and you feel such a deep-ridden surge of grief at the sight of them.

The arguing gets louder around the kitchen table, and none of them notice when you slip out the front door. The night is hushed when you close the door behind you, and some unknown tension eases from your shoulders with the sky exposed high above. It takes some wandering to properly immerse yourself in the pitch dark, but you find a patch of grass cleared of undergrowth and sprawl out on your back, tucking your hands beneath your head. The safe house that Stryker has your team staying in is hours from the nearest large city, and the sky is clear of light pollution. You can see a scattered sea of stars, all of them twinkling in familiar greeting.

My girl, you are made of the cosmos.

You have to swallow back the sudden swell of emotion in your throat. It’s quiet this far from the house. Without any heightened senses, you can’t hear anything other than the soft rustle of the wildlife shuffling through the trees. It’s lonely, but not in the way that you felt lonely sitting in that room with the rest of the team. Their abilities serve them; your ability just makes them more.

You’re reminded of that fact in a fierce strike of terror when a figure appears at the edge of the clearing, moving too quiet for your human hearing to pick up. You bolt upright, curling your hands into fists, all too aware of your pitiful human strength and basic military training. It would do nothing against a mutant intent on rending you apart.

“Thought you were asleep,” Logan grunts, rubbing a hand over his chest in discomfort. The adrenaline from his sudden appearance spiked your amplifier, and you have to focus on leveling your breathing as you slowly retract your power back to your core. “Took you too long to notice me.”

“You were in your room,” you accuse. It’s mostly the fear driving the annoyance in your tone, but you don’t have the patience for an apology. “I wasn’t expecting to see you lurking in the woods.”

The clearing is half-lit by the light of the moon, though Logan lingers near the edges. He’s wearing a short-sleeve white shirt that clings to the curve of his torso, the muscled tone of his arms flexing as he crosses them over his chest. You can barely make out the way he raises a brow at your choice of words, his profile half-shadowed.

“Lurking,” he repeats, almost amused. “Says the stargazer.”

“Cosmic,” you remind him. “Comes with the territory.”

“What, you charge them, too?” You don’t expect him to step closer, but he does. In the moonlight, the tousled curl of his hair softens the incredulous look he’s giving you. There isn’t the same degree of mocking like the kind you would expect from Victor, but then again, you haven’t spoken to Logan much. He’s content to focus on the work rather than the idle play. Unlike Zero, however, there isn’t the same air of arrogant distaste.

He almost seems… ordinary.

“Funny,” you say dryly. You shuffle your weight and lay back down in the grass, pointedly ignoring the low chuckle he gives at your exasperation. There’s a kernel of truth stuck in your throat, so you blurt out, “I think they charge me.”

“Right,” Logan says, his tone decidedly skeptical. “And I get my claws charged up by sunshine and rainbows.”

You shoot him a glare. “I’m serious.”

“So I am, bub.”

He takes another step from the edge of the clearing. He’s closer now, enough that he looms over you. The stars speckle the sky above his head in a crown of twinkling light, and you flex your fingers, silently summoning the rush of energy that the sight of the sky gives you. Logan shivers, cursing under his breath, though he doesn’t back away.

He takes a step closer, nudging your hip with the toe of his boot. His posture doesn’t change, but he’s flexing his fingers into a fist, almost subconsciously. You wonder how it feels for him, to have his bones shift and extend into claw-like weapons. The first time you watched him kill, you grimaced at the sight of his hands. The sharpened claws of Victor’s nails were tame in comparison to the mutation that rearranged Logan’s skeleton.

You’ve never seen any indication that his ability hurts him, yet the way he flexes his hands now makes you wonder. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, only staring down at you with that unapproachable expression. You wonder, too, if he’s out here for the same reason that you are. Surely not; you’ve seen the way he follows Victor, and the way Victor turns to him, expectant in battle. They are tied together in a way that reminds you of a hangman’s noose.

“Sunshine, huh?” You say. “Suits your happy personality.”

“Like you know a fucking thing about me,” he says, and the laugh trailing the end of that sentence is far from amused. When he steps back, you almost miss the warmth of his presence filling the sky above. “Pay attention before you get yourself killed.”

“I’ve seen enough,” you shoot back, stung by the sudden seethe of his tone. You sit up to properly glare at him, but he’s already turned and heading back into the darkness of the woods. You call to his retreating back, “You and that brother of yours are gonna get the wrong people hurt.”

“Save the altruism for someone else,” he calls over his shoulder, and then he’s gone.

You glare up at the sky instead. The yawning black abyss above you feels lonelier than ever.

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