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ratherbefangirling · 2 years ago

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Belong 5

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Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt /Comfort, Omegaverse

Synopsis: The pack seems to be falling for you but Jungkook doesn't like it one bit. What happens when he learns you are his mate

When Yoongi wakes up on the sofa bed of their home office, he feels a body on lined across his. Wiping his sleepy eyes he notes its Jin.

Jin and Yoongi had bonded well while it might not be apparent to others because they were both shy. There was nothing Yoongi wouldn't do if it meant making Jin smile.

When Yoongi tried to move away Jin whined hugging the beta.

"I have to go to the bathroom hyung" yoongi said softly causing Jin to raise his head. Then he muffled his head in the pillow which were scented by the pack and kept so even if Yoongi who often liked sleeping alone could still be comforted by his pack.

Instead of returning to Jin, Yoongi fixed a quick breakfast for the elder.

Finally Jin awoke to the breakfast in bed. They ate together. Usually they wouldn't do it so as to set a better example for the younger members but today it was just the two of them . Also it was very quiet in the pack house. The older one's though used to and perhaps even slightly fond of the chatter appreciated the peace while it lasted.

Jin decided to play video games. After hell at work video gaming was the best stress buster.

"What do you want for lunch hyung?"

"Dont know."

"What about ramen?" Yoongi asked dressed in an apron one hand holding a spatial and other on his waist.

"The pack is the only men I want" Jin said giggling.

Yoongi shook his head to hide his fond smile and decided to go to Hoseok who was working in his studio.

When Yoongi opened the door Hoseok was busy recording himself wearing earpods so as to not disturb the other people in the house. Yoongi took his time to appreciate his mates moves, until Hobi finally noticed him.

Removing his earpod he came closer to Yoongi.

"Did you want something Hyung." Hobi asked chugging down his bottle of water.

"Lunch.. I'm planning on making ramen do you want some?"

"I'm on a diet it's only chicken and eggs for me... though I'd appreciate a salad." Hoseok replied.

Yoongi nodded already thinking about what to make salad with.

After defrosting the meat and seasoning it Yoongi left it in the oven.

He decided to go check on the vegetables Namjoon had planted in their garden.

The garden definitely needs a trim. He will have to see who would be fit for it.

He dug through the dirt for the carrots. Yoongi also plucked some other greens before wiping his sweat and heading inside.

He quickly got to washing and prepping the vegetables. He made quick work of chopping the greens.

He put down his knife to choose a peeler for the carrots because he had hurt himself last time. But the pack wouldn't have it and 'Let him destroy his pretty hands'. So they made him promise to use a peeler.

"Even if it causes wastage."

"Even then." Jin had said solemnly.

"Don't worry about the peels they make good compost hyung." Namjoon had added.

The carrots were sweet as he bit into them. He wondered if you'd like the carrots.

Jin entered the kitchen and ate a piece of carrot.

"Kookies going to love this." Jin commented.

Yoongi felt a stab of guilt. He had forgotten how much Jungkook favoured carrots since then they would always called him thier little bunny.

Yoongi decided to complete the salad and started looking inside the cupboard for seasonings where he discovered a tin of chickpeas and decided to make Hummus.

The hustle bustle of his house woke Taehyung up, he searched his bed for Jimin but the temperature of the bedding let Taehyung know Jimin hadn't been here for a while. He turned and buried his head on the pillow still not wanting to wake up.

Jimin stood beside Taehyung's mom on the front of Taehyung's parents villa. The two bedroom house was cozy and filled with memorabilia of Taehyung and his family pack. The sunny weather and delivery of cabbages had prompted making of kimchi. Jimin was more than happy to help.

When Taehyung finally woke up, he decided to go to the living room. The sight of Jimin sitting between his family and looking right at home made something inside him warm, what was even better that Jimin was glowing from the praise.

"You're so lucky you have such a good pack omega." His father comments.

Taehyung only nods not ready to take eyes away from his omega.

Jimin notes Taehyung's presence and smiles even brighter, offering Taehyung some Kimchi and even if Taehyung isn't a fan of spice he'd do anything for Jimin. Their relationship was like that from the very beginning they would not expect anything but be willing to move the world for the other.

In the evening they spent time together at the park, swinging and playing on slides and drinking coffee from the convenience store (Taehyung drinks peach tea). Taehyung is pleased that Jimin's mood has remarkably improved. He doesn't even want to think about going back to the mess of the pack house.

"Taehyungie what happened?" Jimin asks concerned. Taehyung realises he had been unconsciously growling.

"Nothing." Taehyung replies. Jimin takes Taehyung's hands in his.

"Talk to me taetae." Jimin says softly and Taehyung thinks Jimin could never know the extent of Taehyung's feelings.

"I just we have to leave tomorrow."

"You can invite your family over." Jimin says almost naively until he hears Taehyung sigh and realises what Taehyung is actually worried over.

But instead of addressing Taehyung concern he gets off the swing and points towards the dumpling selling cart.

"Race you to the dumplings. Loosers going to pay." Jimin says taking off.

"Hey !! No fair." Taehyung says and follows Jimin.

Running and playing with Jimin, Taehyung thinks to himself that he doesn't need to be worrying when he can have delicious hot dumplings and listen to his soulmates laughter.

And it's especially nice to get to eat that last dumpling.

Even if he has stomachache later due to over eating

Suyeon had been going to your house when her pack mom had asked her to look after Jungwon her little brother because she had a doctors appointment and the rest of the pack was very busy.

Jungwon and her had a huge age gap but she still loved her younger brother. Buying baby clothes when he was younger. Dressing him up. Making him bend to her will was all quite fun.

Jungwon too was devoted to his older sister. And the three of you played house and building blocks too when you were younger.

Now you would go cycling together or just to amusement parks but because of college. You had gotten busier so you couldn't make time to hang out.

The knock on your door alerted you to Suyeons arrival opening the door you immediately took Jungwon in your arms. While he had gotten heavier. He still was a baby to you.

"How's my wonie doing?" You coo.

Jungwon starts to ramble about his school showing off the new swan he had made in his art and craft class.

Suyeon used to the scene had taken it upon herself to check out your kitchen for snacks.

" There's brownies I baked yesterday." You inform her as Jungwon decides to use the swing chair and opens his tab.

"Wonie we still have to do your homework later ok."

Jungwon nods only half listening. So you take it upon yourself to check his homework and set it on table so that you could supervise his work without having to interrupt your own.

You and Suyeon were developing the final proposal that you were going to submit to the Dean and to your sponsors. After that Yeonjun and Taehee would be responsible for collecting fees from students and the rest of the finances would be Suho's job.

For the proposal you and Suyeon had scoured a lot of both offline and online markets. Soobin and Suyeon had even gone to visit some of the warehouses and restaurants.

You placed your planner next to computer and made a PowerPoint presentation. Suyeon too helped check and cross check.

In the middle your alarm rang and you made Jungwon open his books to complete his homework.

Soon it was time for dinner.

"What should we have for dinner?" Sooyeon wonders

"This new place opened I got the menu pamphlet. Do you want to check ? " You ask.

Suyeon nods.

"I'm going to have Fish and chips and we will get Jungwon Dino nuggies. What about you?"

"The ultimate Burger sounds nice.. I think I will be having that" you say.

You decide to clear the tables and Suyeon takes one last look at Jungwon's homework and then keeps it inside his school bag.

"It's ridiculous how easy it is." She tells you.

"I'm sure it's tough for him." You reply.

"Yes probably." You both are in the kitchen and Jungwon is watching TV , Suyeon checks if he's engrossed and he is so she turns to you a mischievous smile on her face, one that you've learnt to fear. "So....."

"So?"

"Come on you and Yeonjun have been chummy. Is my bestie going to finally finally have a partner?"

"It's not like that.."

"Look me in the eye and say it." She says.

Luckily the door bell saves you.

"Food's here." You say your voice filled with more excitement than you felt.

Sooyeon eyes you but let's it go.

You lay the food on the table and it's nice not eating alone.

Jungkook had forgotten about his upcoming project for which he had a mere 24 hrs left. It was an important project but Jungkook put it off for later until the dead line was screaming at his face. In his defense the recent tension had made unable to focus but talking to his pack alpha and the rest of the pack had been just the thing he needed. Soon Taehyung and Jimin would come and then after his project they could go on a group activity possibly mountain climbing because nothings better than physical exercise for one's mental health.

About you he still had mix feelings. Jungkook used to be a staunch believer in fate until he had to give up his old family for his new one and because he loved the pack he couldn't let him love you even when you had the sweetest scent he had ever sensed.

He thought about you often more often then he'd like to admit about your smile, about your hands, about how soft you were against him he still dreams about it. He wonders what loving you will be like, how would you react if he kissed you or held your hand, would you like to hug him upfront or prefer climbing his back. Would you like staying in front of his camera or behind it. Would you make cute faces or funny ones to get him to laugh.

A cup is kept on his desk bringing him to the present. Jin puts a plate of snacks to knowing Jungkook wouldn't be moving.

The pack had decided to sleep early because they were going to watch the sunrise tomorrow to enjoy the kast moment of peace before the maknaes came back but more importantly because the maknaes would never let them leave this early and the bed is more inviting and almost irresistible so.

"Here's some coffee. Don't stay up to late. I'm going to sleep. Taehyung and Jimin are coming but they might be late. " Jin told him barefaced and dressed in his favourite blue pajamas.

Jungkook nodded. Jin gave him a smile pinched Jungkook's cheeks and then left.

Jungkook stretched and dived straight into his assignment.

He was highly engrossed in his world when the bell chimed. He ignored it at first but then remembered he was the only one up.

It was probably Jimin and Taehyung forgetting thier keys. They really should act more responsible. He would get extra cuddles for this .. well after his assignment was done.

I'm coming he called out to the dor as he unlocked but instead of his two packmates he came across a little boy.

"Hey little dude what happened are you lost?" Jungkook racked his brain to remember if he'd seen the boy before. He came up blank.

"Y/n Noona sent me. Noona is sick , she fell ... needs help." The kid sniffles.

Jungkook's heart stops. Then he picks up the boy rushes to your house.

You're going to be fine.

You have to be.

Hmm a cliff hanger .. sorry peeps don't worry though we just needed to screw some sense into our kookie

Yes I'm a villainess for ending it there. But hey our dude is coming in terms with his feelings.

Yes I'm very much into eternal roommate Yoonjin and Soulmates Vmin and overall ot7.

to be fair I have struggled writing this and because of other commitments I won't have time to write. I know this is shorter than usual but less update is still update right?

Hope you like it don't be shy in letting me know

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that1nkyone · 1 year ago

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High time I actually Posted these. Trade one brainrot for another. : P This is from the Toonkind game "Spatial Delivery!" Larry Samuels and C0-D3 meet up in the wake of some stressful things for the UFOs, and have a little adventure. It's much-needed.

Larry is played by @yunisverse

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rotworld · 1 year ago

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11: Slither

(previous)

something strange is going on at the university.

->briefly suggestive. contains gore, drugging, mentions of child neglect.

You can still smell it.

Death. Blood and snow. Stiff corpses left in purposeful poses, waiting for you to open your eyes. Bits of brain on the pillow next to yours. Heads like roadkill. You barely eat all day, too sick to your stomach.

He was in your room. He stood at your bedside, watching you sleep. One by one, he dragged their bodies inside and arranged them like old friends sleeping off a party, close and intimate. And then he just left. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Rushing from place to place, fleeing the snow? Can you go anywhere? Can you stay with anyone? How many chances do you get before he finishes the job? You wish you’d asked more questions. But if anyone knows anything, you’ll find them at the University.

You’ve driven for hours without stopping, afraid of the weather changing. You adjust your route, taking the road east. The scenery becomes strange as the sun goes down. A clock tower looms just off the shoulder of the road, red brick and Verlinda-touched by strangling vines. An oak tree grows clumps of green-tinged parking tickets instead of leaves. A patch of wildflowers grows in the shape and colors of a University sweatshirt. This is a good sign; it means you’re close.

Macbride University used to be located in Bevin, a small town torn to shreds by a particularly vicious shift in a time before anchorware. Those disparate pieces still exist throughout the Drift. Several of its hiking trails landed in the Stillwoods back when it was Green Valley, albeit with noticeable spatial and temporal distortion, and the art museum was excavated in the south end of Primsville. None are more remarkable than the University which emerged along the highway, fully intact, still containing a bewildered student body and faculty who were oblivious to the sudden relocation.

Today, it’s a city of its own. A costly, meticulously maintained perimeter of anchorware has given it an unusual amount of stability—you can almost always find it towards the east of the Drift. Still, the shift that ripped it from its foundations from Bevin left a mark on the fabric of reality and the University has a tendency of shedding like a thick-coated dog, each relocation lodging bits and pieces of town into the surrounding highway. They make for useful landmarks, and you’ve never been quite so relieved to see them as you are now.

Soon, you’re passing beneath streetlights and blending into campus traffic, flanked by stately lecture halls with stone columns and arching doorways. “WELCOME,” the artsy metal sign on the overpass says, “TO MACBRIDE UNIVERSITY.”

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: PAPAOUTAI BY STROMAE]

You’re familiar with the University. It’s one of your preferred destinations to make deliveries. Navigation is simple. Every building is named and labeled by black stone plaques, every district easily found by following a network of blue road signs. Every section of the city, from the tidy bureaucratic buildings of the Administration District to the picturesque Tudor manors of the Residential District, have reserved courier parking spaces and dedicated exchange offices.

The campus is beautiful. Blushing autumn trees line the cobblestone paths. Cloister gardens are tucked inside the labyrinthine sprawl of college buildings and canopied walkways, quiet corners flush with greenery. You can smell the cloying earthy sweetness of the egg gardens. The College of Medicine stretches across a hilltop overlooking the rest of the campus. You pull into your designated spot outside one of the libraries and pull your deliveries out of the trunk.

The box from Compass Hill is slim but heavy with anchorware, wooden lit stamped with the old textile factory logo. The Stag gave you something the shape of a small glass jar but wrapped in layer after layer of protective coverings; newsprint, bandage wrappings, some kind of thick, glossy leaves.

The library is modern but cozy, earthy colors, tall arch windows and wooden furniture. Students flit through the shelves and crack open thick, dusty tomes beneath warm table lamps. The woman at the reference desk calls Dr. Loyola down to take your delivery. You’re invited to help yourself to tea, coffee, or any of the books while you wait. Most of what’s on the shelves is too dense and dry for you, seventh edition treatises on acute shift sickness and investigations into anomalous anchorware radiation. You sit down with a drink and your map, considering where you’ll go next. You scratch out the motel with a giant X.

“Is that painsilk, by any chance?”

You look up and find someone leaning over your table, resting one hand on the lid of the wooden box. He—or she, perhaps, beautiful and androgynous in a loose knit sweater and black jeans, wavy brown hair just long enough to tie into a low ponytail with a red ribbon—is young but not as young as some of the others milling about the library. A graduate student, maybe, or a new professor.

“You can stop guessing. I’m not a man or a woman, and would rather not be referred to as such.” You quickly apologize but they seem unbothered, waving off your tension. “You didn’t know. Now you do.” They pull out the chair across from you and sit casually, an elbow resting on the table, chin set against their hand. “Ah, I haven’t gotten to ask this in a little while. Where are you from? And where will you go after this?”

You hadn’t expected to meet a child of the road here, but there’s no reason why you wouldn’t. People come to the University from all across the Drift. “I’m from somewhere to the northwest. Not sure where I’m headed next, depends what I get to deliver.”

“Oooh, cryptic,” they say with a grin. “I like that. Mind if I see your map?” You pass it across the table and they flip it around, dragging their finger over your hasty scribbles. “You’re not from any of these, then? Compass Hill? Rivermouth?” You shake your head. They hum thoughtfully. “Have you not marked your ‘home’ due to physical constraints, such as the size of the paper, or is it simply irrelevant information?”

You don’t like the flippant way they say “home,” like it’s nothing but a mirage. “Does it matter?” you ask.

They seem surprised by your hostility. “Ah, my turn to apologize,” they say, hands raised in a placating gesture. They slide the map back to you. “I’m asking from a place of genuine curiosity. I’m studying children of the road for a research project. For all the hearsay and rumor, there’s not much reliable information about people like you and I. My current hypothesis draws on the fundamental mechanics of micro-metaspatial alignment, so I’ve been trying to get better geographical distribution data. Physical birthplace versus metaphysical point of origin, the birthplace of parents if applicable…”

“What about you?” you ask. “Where are you from?”

“Hm? I have no idea.”

You pause, waiting for elaboration. They offer none. “Okay, but where is it?” you press.

“Now who’s being belligerent?” they say, but they’re grinning as if they’re enjoying the banter. “I just told you, I have no idea. I have no inner compass, no little tugging sensation in my chest. I don’t dream about it.” They shrug, as though they didn’t just tell you the most horrifying thing you’ve ever heard. “Anyway. This is painsilk, right? The Department of Paraphysics is expanding and we need a few specialty construction materials. I don’t suppose I could ask you for a ride that way? The last bus ran an hour ago.”

“I don’t mind,” you say. “But I can’t leave yet. I’m waiting for someone to pick something up.”

“I’ll wait with you, then, if you aren’t sick of me yet. I’m Jamie, by the way.”

After your rocky introduction to one another, you reassess Jamie as blunt but friendly. They introduce themselves in a rapid bullet point list: paraphysicist, avid science fiction reader, tea snob. Their graduate thesis was about the reproductive behaviors and cycles of a coffin shroudweed colony in the Stillwoods.

“I actually lived with the colony for two years. They were incredibly open with me. Gave a few…hands-on demonstrations,” they add with a wink. “But in all seriousness, I was there in the first place to settle a dispute. The Stillwoods municipal government had come up with this frankly abhorrent development plan for new luxury housing where the shroudweed live. It was fine to bulldoze everything and douse it in pesticides, they said, because shroudweed are aggressive, mindless and invasive.” They scoff. “Aggressive? Not in the least, unless you disturb the mycelial creche where their young grow. Definitely not mindless, either. Communication was difficult but completely possible, we worked out a system of shared symbols. Invasive, then…” They laugh bitterly. “What a useless word in the Drift. You and I are invasive, by that logic. They won’t say it out loud, but they will say it in all sorts of quiet ways.”

Dr. Loyola is still wearing his University staff lanyard when he arrives, photo ID dangling from his neck. You hand him the jar and tell him it’s from the Stag. He looks understandably alarmed and rushes off with the strange thing cradled in both hands, careful not to shake it. You decide you don’t want to know.

Jamie follows you out to your car, sliding into the passenger seat when you move the egg box on the floor behind you. You notice them looking around with interest, studying the interior, the food you have stashed away, opening your glove box to glance inside, but they don’t disturb anything. “I envy couriers,” they say. “The grass is always greener, I’m sure, but still. Perhaps I do still have some trace of that wanderlust instinct we’re all supposed to have.”

You shrug. “It’s different for everyone. I’ve met children of the road who can’t imagine ever leaving home again, wherever they find it. For those of us who keep moving, it’s the same. I can’t imagine sitting still.”

“Do you remember your parents?”

The sudden shift in topic makes you pause. “No,” you say. “I might’ve been abandoned. Or maybe they’re the ones who left me in Compass Hill.”

Their gaze softens. “I see. Rejection is unfortunately common. The lucky ones will find new families, but I know that’s not the norm.”

“Is that why you’re not a courier?” you ask. “You’re one of the lucky ones?”

Jamie gets quiet. You glance over and their smile has turned stiff, not quite meeting their eyes. “Oh, yes,” they say. “I was very lucky.”

You take a winding path back down the hill, following the signs guiding you to the Paraphysics Department. This isn’t a part of campus you’re familiar with. These buildings are much newer, designed with an unpleasant mix of hard Gothic angles and bizarre alien curves. Cathedral towers curve and twist. Windows are misshapen, squished ovals as though melting in their frames. Halls are joined by spiraling aerial walkways. Jamie directs you to Lyman Hall, a building shaped like a frozen wave. A new section is affixed to one end, skeletal scaffolding that bends and twists in ways that don’t seem possible.

Jamie sets their hand on your shoulder as you take your keys out of the ignition. You’ve noticed in just a short time that they’re very physical, walking close, frequently touching your hand or back to get your attention. “I should warn you before we go in,” they say hesitantly. “A lot of my colleagues are…eccentric.”

You ask, “More than you?”

“A courier and a comedian? Come on.”

You tuck the box under your arm and follow Jamie through the front doors. Lyman Hall is just as confusing on the inside. You feel like you’ve somehow found yourself in the old, majestic building of another department with grand, ornately framed church-like windows and antique decor, but everything is just ever so slightly off. The angles are strange. The hallway looks lopsided and half-sinking. A spiral staircase rises into nothing, abruptly ending just short of the rounded ceiling.

“They used to run artificial shifts here to study their effects,” Jamie explains. “It’s done some odd things to the architecture.” They gesture for you to follow, leading you down a hallway that’s much longer than it looks. “Do you know much about shifts? What happens during one, and why?”

“Not really,” you admit.

Their eyes light up. You get the feeling this is something they don’t get to explain often. “Think of it like this: this is us.” They lift their hand, bent at a ninety-degree angle with their palm facing the floor. “This is our home and all the rules that hold it together. We’re so small and so deep inside that it’s all we know. It’s hard to even imagine that there could be more. But there is.” They raise their other hand parallel. “This is another plane. It might be like ours with similar rules, or it might be completely incomprehensible to us. Now, different planes normally exist at different frequencies. They’re like ghosts to one another, invisible. They would pass right through each other without any interaction, any knowledge of one another whatsoever. But, rarely, those frequencies might change. They might start to harmonize, you could say. And when they do…”

Jamie brings their hands closer, fingers lacing together.

“They run into each other?” you guess.

“That’s one type of shift, yes. But it’s not always a collision. Sometimes it’s more like a merging. The technical term is a ‘superposition event.’ Two or more cosmic planes occupying the same location, existing at the same frequency, at the same time. In most of the world, this phenomenon is incredibly rare and incredibly brief. Thirty-four have been recorded throughout all of human history, most lasting between one to six seconds.”

“That can’t be right,” you say. “We have one at least once a week. They last hours.”

“Those numbers only apply outside the Drift. This place has always been especially prone to them. We’re not sure why.”

You’ve heard that the world outside the Drift is “much more stable” but never truly understood what that meant. Thirty-four, for the whole world, for as long as humans have been writing things down? Does anything change out there? Is it all the same for centuries, for millennia at a time? How do they plan trips if everything is always the same distance away and never any closer? What grows on their trees if not eggs?

Jamie turns suddenly into an open doorway and leads you into what looks like an old laboratory. The floor is scuffed, stained wood, tables and workstations wooden with polished stone counters. A diagram of a fringed, worm-like creature has been partially erased on a blackboard. Chemicals and labeled specimens in glass jars line the shelves along the walls. Jamie flicks the lightswitch by the door and you realize there are several people huddled around one of the tables near the back of the room, heads lowered, muttering to each other, apparently standing around in the dark prior to your arrival.

They all look up at the same time, still as statues and staring right at you. A moment passes in tense, terrifying silence, and then they all relax.

“Silk’s here,” Jamie calls.

“Ah, excellent!” one says. It’s a woman in a lab coat and small, oval glasses, her dark hair cropped short. She regards you with a smile, coming over to take the box. “Oh, you have no idea how much we appreciate this. Superposition-affected structures aren’t easy to repair, or remodel, or really do anything with. This should do just the trick. Ah, where are my manners?” She offers a handshake. “I’m Olivia Higgs.”

You blink. “Higgs? As in…?”

“Pioneer of modern paraphysics and paraphysical biology? Yeah, that Dr. Higgs,” Jamie says wryly.

Dr. Higgs is a household name. Your current understanding of the Drift is almost entirely thanks to her. Her approachable, layman-friendly books on shift safety and Drift wildlife are required reading for couriers who want to survive their job. You have an old, dog-eared and partially rain-soaked copy of Drift Eggs and You: A Beginner Forager's Guide in your car.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say.

“And I see you’ve already met my…” Dr. Higgs pauses for an uncomfortably long time, her enthusiasm wavering. “My, ah. My child. Jamie.” She tilts her head slightly as though listening to something, her gaze vacant. “My…Jamie? Jamie?”

Jamie wraps their arm around you quickly, tugging you back a step, closer to the door. “Well, I’ll get them all settled in.”

“Wh—settled in?” you ask.

They turn their arm, checking their watch. You see three needles moving at three different tempos across the clock’s face, none of which seem to be measuring conventional time. “The next shift hits in a couple hours. You can stay at my place tonight, I have a spare bedroom.”

Dr. Higgs shiver. “Jamie? What’s—? Oh my god. Oh my god!” She starts to scream. Jamie’s hand tightens on your shoulder and they draw you back another step, urging you to leave the room. Dr. Higgs claws at her own face, nails raking over her eyes and nose, leaving long, bloodied scratch marks all the way to her chin. She shrieks in thoughtless terror, throwing herself to the ground and curling up into a ball. The other researchers rush to her side, keeping her hands pinned far away from her face, but you see a gushing wound where she tore her forehead open, a rough, circular hole she gouged into herself in desperation.

“GET IT OUT!” she screams. “GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT—”

Jamie slams the door to the lab shut, leans back against it, and lets out a long sigh. You can still hear Dr. Higgs shrieking. “I didn’t want you to see that,” they mutter.

You nod numbly. You have no idea what to ask, if you should even ask anything. There’s a loud thud, the sound of chairs scraping, sprinting footsteps up to the door and something pounding against it.

“Open the door, Jamie!” she shrieks. “Open this door right fucking now and HELP ME!”

Jamie stays where they are as the door jolts and rattles against their back. They close their eyes and take another deep breath, letting out slowly. The banging stops and you hear dragging, Dr. Higgs still screaming, still calling Jamie’s name, sobbing and cursing, as she’s pulled away. “My mother has…fits,” Jamie says. You can’t help but notice they say “mother” not unlike the way they said “home” earlier. “It’s some kind of paranoia. She’s amassed a broad body of work over the course of her career, but her specialty is actually Drift parasites.”

“So she thinks she’s…infected with something?” you say.

“Something like that.”

You stand there in silence for a while. The weeping in the lab gradually tapers off. You hear movement. A gentle knock at the door. “Jamie? I’m so sorry. I’m fine now,” Dr. Higgs says. “Is the courier still there? Did you tell them—”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “We’re going to go now. Don’t stay up too late tonight.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mom.” Jamie smiles at you, as if there’s nothing to worry about. When you don’t move, they clear their throat and step away from the door, gesturing back the way you came. “Why don’t we head home? It’s late, I’m tired, I’m sure you’re tired.” They start moving and all but drag you with them, a hand on your back to keep you heading for the exit.

“Is she okay? Are you okay?” you ask. “Are you sure she’s not—?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” they say, their smile strained. They make you walk a little faster.

Jamie lives in a small cottage in the Residential District. There’s a fence at the front with a latching gate and flowering shrubs growing beneath the windows. The interior is cluttered but cozy. Papers with handwritten margin notes are strewn across the kitchen counter. An unfinished jigsaw puzzle is scattered across the living room table. All the pillows on the couch are pushed into one corner, a tasseled blanket hanging across the back. They make you tea, fragrant and slightly sweet, and some eggs to go with it.

“It’s really good,” you say.

“Rosemary peppermint,” they say proudly, sipping their own generous helping from a University mug. “There’s just a pinch of salt and honey in there, a little bit of milk. I’ve always wanted to show it off to someone, but, ah. I never have company.” They glance at you a few times, tapping their fingers on the counter.

You’re escorted to a guest room upstairs that looks significantly less lived in, the bed neatly made, the decor sparse save for a house plant on the window sill. Jamie lingers in the doorway while you settle in, going through your backpack. “Would you…” They trail off, not looking you in the eye. “Would you be willing to take me with you in the morning, when you leave?”

You look up in surprise. “I could,” you say cautiously. “If you’re sure. Where would you wanna go?”

Jamie leans against the doorframe, smiling bitterly. “Ah, of course. This looks bad, doesn’t it? Like I’m abandoning my mother when she needs me. It’s not like that, I promise. I’ve been planning to do some field research for a while now.” They cross the room quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Their hand finds yours, settling on top of it. “Maybe I can explain it better in the morning,” they offer, shifting closer. “I just…don’t want to think right now.”

The kiss takes you by surprise. They’re gentle at first, almost shy. Their lips are soft and their hands are wandering restlessly, one cupping your cheek, the other smoothing down your chest. They swallow your quiet, startled gasp and it seems to embolden them. Quick, fleeting kisses grow longer and hungrier, more forceful. They’re pushing against you, a hand on your shoulder easing you down onto the bed.

“Jamie?” You barely manage to get the word out with their mouth moving against yours. “Hey, wait—”

You push against their chest and they pull back with obvious reluctance. Their hand lingers under the bottom of your shirt, fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach. “You don’t want to?”

“That’s not…” You trail off. Suddenly, you don’t feel good. You feel yourself breaking out in a cold sweat. The room is spinning. The room is spinning. You try to sit up but Jamie pushes you back down easily.

“You’re alright,” they murmur. “Shhhh, you’re alright. Close your eyes. You’re going to sleep really, really well tonight, I promise.” They lean in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then their weight lifts from the bed. The lights flick off. You hear gentle humming. The door, gently pulled shut. You fight to stay awake but it’s a losing battle, your limbs too heavy to lift. Jamie’s footsteps go back down the stairs and the noise is distorted as you drift in and out of consciousness, too loud, muddled like you’re hearing them underwater.

You think you can hear them talking to someone in hushed, excited whispers.

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#rotpeach writes #goretober #the drift

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satyaranjan7605 · 9 months ago

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GIS In Our Daily Lives

The involvement of Geographic Information Systems (GIS) in our daily lives is pervasive, influencing and enhancing various aspects across different sectors. The integration of GIS into everyday activities has become integral for decision-making, planning, and optimizing resources. GIS helps city planners and transportation experts to provide them with information like maps, satellite pictures, population statistics, and infrastructure data. GIS helps them make better decisions when designing cities and transportation systems that are sustainable and good for the environment.

The following points elucidate the notable involvement of GIS in our daily lives:

Navigation and Location Services: GIS provides monitoring functions through the visual display of spatial data and precise geographical positioning of monitored vehicles, whereas GPS provides accurate, clear, and precise information on the position and navigation of a monitored or tracked vehicle in real-time and at the exact location.GIS is at the core of navigation applications and location-based services on smartphones. It enables accurate mapping, real-time navigation, and geolocation services, assisting individuals in finding locations, planning routes, and navigating unfamiliar areas.

E-Commerce and Delivery Services: GIS software is a powerful tool for supply chain network planning. It helps determine the optimal location for distribution centers, warehouses, or other supply facilities. GIS is utilized in logistics and delivery services for optimizing routes, tracking shipments, and ensuring timely deliveries. E-commerce platforms leverage GIS to enhance the efficiency of their supply chain and last-mile delivery processes.

Weather Forecasting and Disaster Management: Many states are using GIS dashboard to monitor the rainfall across the state, on a real-time basis, from the data shared by rain sensors installed at various locationsGIS plays a crucial role in weather forecasting and disaster management. It assists meteorologists in analyzing spatial data, predicting weather patterns, and facilitating timely responses to natural disasters by mapping affected areas and coordinating emergency services.

Healthcare Planning and Disease Monitoring: Geographic Information Systems enable the visualization and monitoring of infectious diseases. Additionally GIS records and displays the necessary information that health care needs of the community as well as the available resources and materials. GIS supports public health initiatives by mapping the spread of diseases, analyzing healthcare resource distribution, and assisting in the planning of vaccination campaigns. It aids in identifying high-risk areas and optimizing healthcare service delivery.

Social Media and Geo-tagging: GIS also helps in geotagging and other location related information in posts, it’s tools can map and visualize the spatial distribution of social media activity. This analysis can reveal trends, hotspots, and patterns in user engagement across different geographic areas. Many social media platforms incorporate GIS for geo-tagging, allowing users to share their location and experiences. This feature enhances social connectivity and facilitates the sharing of location-specific information.

Smart City Initiatives: The Geographic Information System (GIS) offers advanced and user-friendly capabilities for Smart City projects and allows to capture, store and manipulate, analyze and visualize spatially referenced data. It is used for spatial analysis and modeling. It is the cornerstone of smart city planning, enabling the integration of data for efficient urban management. It supports initiatives related to traffic management, waste disposal, energy consumption, and overall infrastructure development.

Education and Research: GIS is increasingly utilized in education and research for visualizing and analyzing spatial data. It enables students and researchers to explore geographic relationships, conduct field studies, and enhance their understanding of various subjects.

Agricultural Management and Precision Farming: Farmers leverage GIS to optimize agricultural practices by analyzing soil conditions, crop health, and weather patterns. Precision farming techniques, facilitated by GIS, contribute to increased crop yields and sustainable farming practices.

Real Estate and Property Management: In the real estate sector, GIS aids in property mapping, land valuation, and site selection. It provides real estate professionals with valuable insights into spatial relationships, market trends, and optimal development opportunities.

Tourism and Recreation: GIS enhances the tourism industry by providing interactive maps, route planning, and location-based information. It assists tourists in exploring destinations, finding attractions, and navigating efficiently.

The broad and varied involvement of GIS in our daily lives underscores its significance as a technology that not only facilitates geographic data analysis but also contributes to the efficiency, safety, and interconnectedness of modern society. As GIS applications continue to evolve, their impact on daily activities is expected to further expand and refine.

#gis #architectdesign #architecture #city #education #geographic information system(gis)#geographical indication

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hiparks · 2 months ago

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Which Warehouse Does Your Business Need?

You need a warehouse.

You have pinpointed the most optimal location and finalised on all the high-tech equipment and machinery to function with ease, but how do you decide which warehouse building is best suited for your operations and functions? Let’s find out.

The Standard Warehouse

For operations that only need basic walls, a roof and some clear space, the standard warehouse is the way. These warehouses can be made in any size required and are extremely versatile.

It is possible to fit them with skylights and windows as well as with multiple gates, ramps and docks. They are a popular solution for almost every industry, providing storage for machines, raw materials and equipment, and products in production; serving as transshipment points in logistics; storing goods for retailers and wholesalers; acting as distribution centres for e-commerce; and even housing donations and relief supplies for non-profit organisations.

A standard warehouse can be easily adapted to specific equipment and spatial requirements by the warehouse developer and are extremely cost effective for businesses that require minimal retrofits to get going.

The Container Warehouse

This is a specific kind of storage warehouse is a stopover for goods coming or going from freight transport. These warehouses are used to consolidate or deconsolidate freight goods to prepare them for the next legs of their journey. Or in other words, it is a temporary storage for the goods to wait a little for other goods to come and fill a container up, before they can be shipped off. The challenge here is to have a system that allows storing, tracking and retrieving the goods easily and efficiently.

Container warehouses need to be located close to ports, airports, or major railway hubs. These warehouses can be designed for efficient cross-docking and provision can be made for ample parking space for holding trucks even in case of demand surges. These warehouses are also equipped with stacking racks, crane systems, container frames, floor anchors, proper lighting, and robust security systems.

The Open-Air Warehouse

For large and heavy items that are difficult to move in and out of warehouse dock doors, open-air warehouses provide an efficient storage solution. Custom-designed racks for open yard storage can offer protection from atmospheric elements and play a key role in keeping the goods safe. Typically, the warehouse is an open area with space demarked and fenced in with walls with a high level of security to safeguard the assets.

Depending on the sensitivity of the goods and the extremities of the climate, storage can be covered or partially roofed. Goods are also protected by covering them in plastic wraps or tarps. These warehouses are commonly used to store vehicles, spare parts, machines, and raw materials for construction, metalworks, or timber sectors. The design of open-air warehouses focuses on shielding goods from harsher natural elements like direct sun or snow but may not address milder elements like humidity, wind, dust, and temperature fluctuations.

The Industrial Warehouse

This is the modern-day factory which may span across multiple halls and floors and can be tailored to integrate advanced technology and equipment. The industrial warehouse can be designed to have spacious loading and unloading areas; ample space for machinery, equipment, goods, and workplaces; high ceilings and large doors for the transporting of goods and large machines, even indoors; bright administrative and office areas; parking spaces for delivery and staff vehicles; pleasant social and relaxation areas for the workers; strong load-bearing floors; a reliable energy supply and ventilation; independent lighting systems for each work area and fire protection measures like fire alarms, smoke detectors, and fire extinguishers.

These warehouses are especially popular for manufacturing companies, energy and utility companies and businesses in the food and beverage industry.

The Custom-Made Warehouse

When your business needs are too complex to be housed in a pre-made standard warehouse, you need a warehouse designed around your requirements. These are called built-to-suit warehouses. They provide a high degree of customisation and can be made to create the ideal environment needed for your operations and goods.

Need a cold storage with consistent temperature and humidity, immaculate hygiene and protected electrical circuits? It is possible. Need a chemical warehouse with good ventilation systems, fire containment measures and specialised storage? Also, possible. Retail warehouses with space for smart racking and processing machines, auto warehouses with complex assembly lines or heavy industry that need tall lifting equipment and sturdy densified floors, a custom-made warehouse lacks for nothing.

The Automated Warehouse

If you are a business that uses machines to do it all, then an automated warehouse is what you are looking at. These are computer-controlled environments with automated racking and shelving, conveyor and retrieval systems. While the investment cost is definitely high, the efficiency is unmatched. These warehouses are sought by large trading companies, global e-commerce giants, logistics parks in India and manufacturing behemoths.

At the end of the day, you know your business needs better than anybody. It is crucial thus, to find a warehouse developer who is proactive in understanding your functional requirements and who works with you to overcome any infrastructural challenges in a collaborative way. At Horizon Industrial Parks, our teams specialise in delivering custom-made warehouses as well as providing swift plug-and-play solutions that can get your operations running in no time. To learn about what our customers like about us, click here, and visit our website to connect with us for exploring collaboration opportunities.

#warehouse #business #ecommerce #supply chain management #manufacturing #automobile #last mile delivery #logistics #real estate

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bluemoonperegrine · 1 year ago

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ao3 didn't have a CDN before?

I tried to visit ao3 a little while ago and got an interesting set of messages. One of them said "checking to see if the connection is secure." Okay, cool. At the bottom of the page was some text that mentioned Cloudflare.

One of Cloudflare's services is providing a content delivery network. To quote Wikipedia, a CDN "is a geographically distributed network of proxy servers and their data centers ... to provide high availability and performance by distributing the service spatially relative to end users." You basically get a snapshot of the website's data that may be a little outdated. The data is updated periodically.

Maintaining a huge, high-volume site like ao3 is way above my pay grade, but I'd assumed they already had a CDN. I don't see how the site could function without it even with robust load balancing and server-side caching.

Maybe ao3 upped their Cloudflare subscription. IDK. Whatever they've done, I'm now able to access the site.

I do not envy the ao3 technical folks in trying to thwart the current DoS attack. Effing hackers!

#web stuff #ao3 #cloudflare

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ladyswillmart · 1 year ago

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"And the flatware—also the cups, glasses, plates, even the tables and chairs, the bar counter, the lights, the shelving," Sethys went on enumerating. "All of that was here when we arrived."

"Hmm. No doubt that made things easier for you to establish this place, but does it not feel strange to you?" wondered the Grebuloff. "Like making a café out of a ghost?"

"Not quite a ghost..." Incidentally words Sethys had once used to describe himself. "We do know that this area, like the others in Ultima Thule, was recreated from a memory. Specifically it is a physical projection of raw temporal-spatial data and it is complete, as far as we can tell. That's how such seemingly trivial details can persist, like the forks and knives and those little plastic stir-straws. Although, we've yet to explore the insides of the buildings themselves."

The Grebuloff's beady button eyes widened momentarily. "Oh, no! Those old things give me the squirmies, you couldn't pay me enough pearls to go poking around in there!"

Sethys lowered his coffee cup, concern apparent. "Really? Are you scared of the café, then?"

"Well, this part of it's alright. Looks like you got it clean as coral. Lots of lights around too. And I like the giant killer robot bodyguard, makes us feel a lot safer," said the Grebuloff. "Dining always makes us feel a little vulnerable."

"I know what you mean. If it helps, we do hope to clean up the courtyard and get the big tree-lamps working again. We could accommodate more customers, but also I think it'd go a long way towards making this place look more welcoming."

The Grebuloff nodded. "I think so too. Y'know, it's the parts we don't know, the things we can't see, that's what makes it a little scary," they said. "Well, that and the golden mercy of Ra-La."

"Indeed." Sethys closed his eyes for a vivid recollection of their new delivery vehicle's disastrous maiden voyage, and how many calls he had to field from so many overeager Nibirun, just to explain that "The Sweetest Death" was just the Last Dregs' name for their newest mocha-flavored, decaffeinated coffee beverage and did not entail the actual cessation of life.

To the Nibirun's endless disillusionment. And more disillusionment was the very last thing the Nibirun needed...

Progress with that particular lot would be slow but they were coming around. For one thing, and despite the consternation with the name, sales of "The Sweetest Death" were booming, Ra-La was getting plenty of exercise, and perhaps as a testament to their improving sense of harmony with the world around them, not one Nibirun had tried to assassinate a barista for at least (Sethys mentally calculated) four and a half days now.

The Sweetest Death, eh?

Sethys brought the coffee cup to his lips again; all things considered, he could think of worse ways to go.

#FFXIV #endwalker #oh my god i am doing the penultimate quest tomorrow eh #these quests just flew by

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real-life-senshi · 1 year ago

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Live blogging Act 19!!!!

And finally... can't believe it's been over 9 months since I last liveblogged rewatching PGSM. How did this happen???

We start Act 19 liveblog with a relatively long and ominous Dark Kingdom scene that I totally forgot had happened.

Act 19 and 20 is a very romance heavy episodes for UsaMamo, which as a Reinako shipper these aren't episodes that I put much focus on when making fanart and gifs, so I'm actually quite hazy on the details.

Huh, I absolutely forgot this whole "door of darkness" deal, that Metalia is actually kept hidden in a deeper chamber. I have always wondered though, how in the hell are all the villains in the Sailor Moon universe some kind of "Queen"? Like what the fuck are they seriously the Queen of - who are their subjects?? Because even with Nehelenia there's barely a "kingdom" that we've seen her to have ruled??????

Queen Beryl is a self-styled Queen of Earth, but what was "Queen" Metalia supposed to be the queen of? Another ancient civilization of the Earth before even Elysion??? The Dark Kingdom and Black Moon arcs are the most "political" and possibly "realistic" plot in Sailor Moon. After that, all villains that show up are, of course, still scary and evil, but they call themselves Queen of... nothing but ambiguity!

For once it's great to see Jadeite and Nephrite getting along well, and both being praised by Beryl. The sibling in-fighting is entertaining, but getting old. lol

JFC Kunzite and Beryl's scenes are always so intense, that they just keep tiptoeing and testing each other out.

The subtitles here are sadly misleading, as if treating the dialogue as those two are just buttheading, when in fact they are subtlety discussing the past life. Specifically, Kunzite's playing coy while hiding the fact of how much of the past life he remembers, and Beryl trying to discern how much control he actually does have over Kunzite, or if Kunzite's fully Metalia's pawn, or something else.

What Kunzite said about the Princess "disappearing" is also very interesting. If I'm not wrong, I think this is the first mention and hint we get of what actually happened in the past life in the live-action universe. It's hard to capture the full nuance in translation, but the dialogue delivery of Kunzite line mentioning "disappearance" in the Japanese was actually without a specific subject or object. A direct translation would mean "disappearance will probably happen... again". The vagueness could mean "the princess" or... "the world".

Like WOW! That's why Beryl was shocked and questioned Kunzite about his memories.

The screenwriting is just absolutely phenomenal, the foreshadowing of what will be revealed in act 37... can't believe we start getting a hint of it in Act 19.

Kunzite leaves in a flourish after riling Beryl up. lmao

This shot really puts into perspective how big spatially the dark kingdom and this inner chamber is. And this is all seemingly underground, like how far down are they below surface????

#khmyh liveblogs #khmyh rewatches pgsm #pgsm act 19 #khmyh translates #pgsm appreciation

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phinnsyreads · 1 year ago

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Today's installment of the Expanded Series was requested by Patreon patron, Angelica Herrera!

#scp #the scp foundation #the scp foundation database #reading #reader #voiceover #sci-fi #horror #urban legend #folklore #fiction #podcast #gaming #speedrun #scp-5522

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tonyhentai · 6 months ago

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The Inversion of Melisma

“This isn’t spoken word. It’s the reinvention of Sugar Hill.” - Sole

Originally posted at bluevelvetreview.com

You can’t discuss recitation in America without interfacing with Rap music. I mean. You can. But it would be disingenuous to do so. Not that I’m totally opposed to being disingenuous. There are times when being disingenuous is totally necessary. Just not in this particular case. When I’m discussing music theory and shit.

But what makes rap Rap exactly. No. Let’s. Just this one time. In the service of actually discussing the purely musical components of what deem quote-unquote “rap.” Let’s strip the subjectivity from the equation completely. Subjectivity is. Honestly? It’s so 20th Century to me. This notion of so-called personal experience. Ugh. It’s so sterile. This is perhaps post-subjectivity.

Anyway. What makes rap Rap? Musically? Well it’s obviously speed. It’s tempo. I mean. Okay. To some extent it’s rhyme. It’s the concept of the bar. These are true. But it’s mostly tempo. It’s speech. But contracted so that it operates at an accelerated pace. Obviously the speech needs to be stylistic. In one way or another. It needs to be good. But beyond that. What chiefly distinguishes rap from. For example. Spoken word poetry. Is that it has an increased tempo. And that tempo has a relationship with a piece of music. Even if it’s an electronic loop (most of the time). Now. Sure. You can make an argument that a slower paced delivery. With a temporal relationship to a beat. That that’s still rap. Sure. I don’t disagree. That’s a valid exception to the rule. People can and do rap and slower tempos.

But what about melisma? Isn’t melisma. From Byzantine chant to the Qurra of the Islamic world to the Gospel singers of America. Isn’t that what people generally view as an apex of sorts? An ecstasy of sorts? Where the signifier of the syllable within the grammatical structure of language gets stretched into pure sound? Becomes perhaps unintelligible. Or at least less intelligible. But. Isn’t the inverse of that process double. Triple. Quadruple time rap? Except rather than an expansion of the signifier into (relative) unintellibility we have the contraction of the signifier into (relative) unintelligibility? Doesn’t that. Make perfect sense conceptually?

I think it does. The most quote-unquote technical rappers are the ones who. Generally speaking. Are on the faster side. Big Daddy Kane and Myka 9 started this like over thirty years ago now. And the realm of rap is. Whether you like it or not. Where the most advanced recitative singing and/or vocalization is done in the English language. The English language. With its 44 phonemes. And. What? Eleven vowel sounds? Is preternaturally disposed to the contraction of itself. As opposed to the expansion that the Romance languages are. Consonants are everywhere in English.

Yet one place where Rap has. At least very rarely. Dared to go is outside of this concept of bar. The vast (vast!) majority of rap is constructed on this concept. That the relationship between the vocal and the music is one of syncopation on the bar level. This is in the vernacular. The line of the rapper is supposed to match up with the bar of music. Obviously you should rhyme too. But the rhyme should always. Ideally. Land on the same snare. Or kick. Of each line of music. This is essentially a spatial relationship. The lines extend the same length. Length resides in space.

But you could have a temporal relationship too. Right? My idea is that. I don’t know. Maybe you write unequal lines of text. But the vocal and the music exist in a temporal relationship. Now that relationship doesn’t necessarily need to be 1:1. In fact I think it’s better if it’s not. But if you have a 4/4 beat at 90 BPM then you could equate each syllable of text to. Say. A 16th note. Which at 90 BPM would impute 360 syllables per minute rapped. So if you’re rapping at or around that rate. Then you’re in a 4x temporal relationship with the beat.

It’s really that simple! You could increase the BPM of that 4/4 beat to 180 BPM. The vocals can stay static. You’d be at a 2x relationship. Or syllables would be essentially 8th notes. This is audible. Even as the signifier becomes less. Yet in this instance there’s another inversion. There’s an inverted melisma. But compositionally. Realistically. You’re probably setting the BPM based on the vocal. As opposed to selecting a beat and then constructed a verse to rap over it at that set tempo.

But to fit these many syllables into a verse? How uneven should they be? I’d personally say they should occupy the 8th interval of the Fibonacci sequence. Sitting somewhere between 34 and 55 syllables. Each line. That gives each line enough variability. But not too much variability. And it packs enough syllables into a single line that velocity can be reached. But there’s still room to. You know. Breathe?

Melisma is the. Extended technique? That brings the signifier of language into. As Charlie Looker notably said. Not into abstraction. But into raw material. Raw sound. There is no longer any representational reference. This is done by slowing. Expanding. By assigning many notes to a single syllables. The inversion of this is the opposite. But circuitously ends at a very similar results. By assigning many syllables to a single note. Quadruple time. The Ison and Byzantine cantor. The text. Of course it’s textual. But it’s. Via melisma. Or the inversion of melisma. It achieves a breaking with the signifier. A text as raw sound. As opposed to signifying representational items. It’s not a coincidence that the inversion of melisma has achieved popularity in America.

In the English language. Melisma never sounds as good in English as it does in. Literally any other language. But especially the Romance languages. The Latin languages. Or the Semitic languages. But rap. The inversion of melisma. It never sounds quite as good in those Romance languages. The vowel-based languages. With fewer phonemes. They can’t stylize the inversion of melisma the way English can. Just as English. With 87 vowel sounds surrounded by infinite consonants. Can never get melisma to quite the technical level or Italian. Or Greek. Or Arabic. Yet this inversion of melisma. I mean. Melisma isn’t a bar-based style. Rap as we understand it today? It’s incapable of truly reaching appropriately unhinged levels of inverted Melisma. Melisma is naturally uneven. So to truly invert melisma. It requires a method to make the lines uneven. But still somehow relate to the specific music as well. Which has been shown here.

#melisma #music theory #theory #blue velvet review records #music #philosophy #philosophy of sound #rap

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talenlee · 1 year ago

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Game Pile: Free Stuff!

I talk about games all the time but I am also crucially talking about commercial products. When I talk about TTRPGs or videogames, I’m usually talking about games that you can’t play for free, and that’s a bummer. I don’t like the idea that my writing about games primarily requires some degree of effort or money on your part to check, as it were, my working.

But there are some games I played this year that are free, and I think are interesting and cool and I’d like to make sure you know about them. In the tradition of Decemberween Twenty Twenty Threen, this Game Pile Post is just about a handful of freely available games that I like and want to recommend you try out.

I remember one year I made the Game Pile articles entirely games you could play at parties with friends for no money, like I had some kind of idea of how a Christmas gathering should go. My upcoming Christmas gathering is going to feature someone recovering from COVID though, so like, it’s on my mind how close I don’t want to sit to anyone.

Anyway, free games!

Hey, did you see this game going around a few months ago? Suika Game, or Watermelon Game if you wanna translate the Japanese, is a game in your Tetris and Threes genre. It’s playable for free in your browser, it’s very moreish and it’s also very aesthetically pleasant.

You don’t need to know anything about this game to play it. You can play it once and then know immediately if you want to try it again or strive to win it, or if you never want to see it again. It’s what I think of as a snack game — something you can chew through while you’re doing something else, like recovering from a rough day but when you’re not necessarily hugely engaged with something. Plus, unlike the more tidy games like Threes and Tetris, the fact this game is sloppy and erratic means you can always try to cover for a mistake with more sloppy, erratic play. Sometimes you’ll just get lucky and two things you hadn’t quite expected will tap one another and a chain reaction transforms the play state.

Time to time, now I know about this game, I will revisit it. I mean, to just get the screenshots for this article I just needed to show up and get a screenshot of it in a modestly complicated state, right? But I didn’t have a good screenshot so I went to play it a bit, then take a screenshot.

I wound up playing the game to a fail state four times before realising I was forgetting to get my screenshot, and took this screenshot, which, if you’re attentive, you will realise is of a fail state.

Corker of a game!

I am never going to have it in me to do a proper, comprehensive game pile about Moonring. It’s such a vast seeming game, it’s so dizzying in its scope, and, at least right now, it’s available for free.

If you don’t know what Moonring is, I kind of don’t either. Moonring is, to me, an Ultima-like RPG, with a complex text parser and an intricate world full of people who are looking for magical words or combinations of words to unlock particular pieces of lore. But that’s while there’s also actually an adventure RPG going on. It’s not just an enormous, elaborate, spatially differentiated videogame to what you might be used to, it’s one you have to learn how to experience.

I don’t think Moonring is for me, but it feels like a game that you should be aware of. It’s got the vibes of being someone’s favourite. Have you tried Dwarf Fortress? It may click for you in a similar way.

I liked Devil Express. It’s a short ish adventure, the kind of thing you can beat in one single session. It has a very deliberate pace and a particular type of comedy to it. The basic idea is that you’re a delivery wolf, named Worf, who has been sent by work to go do deliveries at a single location, doing ‘freelance deliveries.’ The way this works is basically a dialogue maze, where you spend time going around multiple stories of a building, talking to people one at a time, and connecting people’s needs to their gifts, you know, the kind of thing. It’s like a ‘use keys on doors’ kind of puzzle solving you may remember from other adventure games of the ilk.

I won’t spoil it! I thought it was fun, funny and charming! I liked the way that Worf handles the increasing weirdness of things and is used as a way to demonstrate to you what’s weird to Worf, and what’s normal to Worf. A wolf that does door to door delivery? A demon that runs a business? A flying eyeball? A teleporting gargoyle? Some of these things are strange, but really, Worf is just trying to get through the night and finish the job, y’know?

You might have seen the card game Orchard in board game stores, and you may have even seen it kicking around on review channels that like to talk about board games. It’s a cool little game, in the vein of a solitaire puzzler.

Did you know you can just have it?

For free?

Orchard has a completely free print-and-play version available. You have to print it if you want to play it but that’s kind of obvious, right? The game presents you with a growing puzzle that you lay dice on, and if you have d6es and a printer, you have everything you need for this game. Heck, if you have an older relative, and you might want them to start getting into puzzles as low-impact ways to enjoy themselves while also keeping their brains going, you could do worse than print this game out and make it for them, as a nice little craft project.

Eh?

Ehhh?

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Game Pile #Games

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otherworldseekers · 2 years ago

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WoL/OC Question: Multiracial Children

Interesting question today on twitter.

I did a little digging on the actual lore here. It seems it is mostly based on questions answered on the forums and in dev panels years ago. However, thanks to more recent lore and Q&A answers from Yoshida, we now know that all the humanoid races come from one species, the Ancients, and evolved from there. So it seems unlikely to me that there is any biological reason that children between multiracial couples would be rare. Most likely their rarity in lore is a result of cultural prejudices leading to a rarity of multiracial couples to begin with.

The point about children taking primarily after the mother is interesting and strikes me as being a practical solution to 1. the question of how a poor Lallafel might bear a Roe’s child (as pointed out in the comment linked) and 2. actual limitations in their ability to portray multiracial characters in game. It’s easy to slap some pointed ears on a Hyur (Hilda) and less easy to have a truly mixed Au Ra/Miqo’te child for instance.

What it comes down to is I think we can all do what we want, as always. (Not that we couldn’t anyway, but personally I like sticking to the lore as often as possible.)

I have plans to eventually let Severia and Nero have a daughter. (Several years from now, depending on how the new storyline in 7.0 goes.) Only one because Severia is infertile for a long time after ShB and then because the pregnancy and delivery are hard on her and they don’t want her to go through that again.

I think their child will have an interesting mix of their features. Yes to scales, horns and tail, though probably a shorter tail. In build probably more like a Highlander. Way taller than Severia, but not as tall as Nero. I haven’t decided on the Third Eye yet, but leaning toward yes. Imagine the Garleans’ heightened spatial senses plus Au Ra superior hearing. Plus her dad’s brains and her mom’s warrior skills. Watch out world.

#wol questions #OC questions #WoL kids #FFXIV lore

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wayti-blog · 10 months ago

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"Scientists at Heriot-Watt University in Edinburgh, Scotland, have found a powerful new way to program optical circuits that are critical to the delivery of future technologies such as unhackable communications networks and ultrafast quantum computers.

"Light can carry a lot of information, and optical circuits that compute with light—instead of electricity—are seen as the next big leap in computing technology," explains Professor Mehul Malik, an experimental physicist and Professor of Physics at Heriot-Watt's School of Engineering and Physical Sciences.

"But as optical circuits get bigger and more complex, they're harder to control and make—and this can affect their performance. Our research shows an alternative—and more versatile—way of engineering optical circuits, using a process that occurs naturally in nature.""

"Professor Malik said the power of light was in its multiple dimensions.

"We can encode a lot of information on a single particle of light," he explained. "On its spatial structure, on its temporal structure, on its color. And if you can compute with all of those properties at once, that unlocks a massive amount of processing power.""

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diseaseincontext · 1 year ago

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The Complex Web of HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa: A Multidimensional Perspective

Sub-Saharan Africa has long been at the forefront of the global battle against HIV/AIDS. The region carries a significant burden of the virus, with a complex web of social, cultural, and geographical factors impacting the epidemic. The multifaceted nature of HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa will be explored in this blog post, drawing insights from recent research articles that provide valuable perspectives on various aspects of the issue.

Tackling AIDS-Related Stigma: The Role of Church Groups

In the quest to address HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa, a critical aspect is the reduction of AIDS-related stigma. Campbell, Skovdal, and Gibbs (2011) examine the role of church groups in creating social spaces to combat stigma. These groups play an essential role in providing support, raising awareness, and fostering acceptance, illustrating the power of community-driven efforts in the fight against HIV/AIDS. Nonetheless, more research is needed to understand why some churches are more effective than others in responding to HIV/AIDS.

The Geographical Understanding of HIV/AIDS

Mayer (2005) delves into the geographical aspect of HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa. Understanding the spatial distribution of the virus is crucial for effective resource allocation, intervention planning, and targeted healthcare delivery. Research has shown that migrant labourers, truckers, and the Ugandan military have played a role in spreading the disease. Gender inequalities and the epidemic's impact on orphans are also significant issues. This research emphasizes the importance of a location-specific approach to combat the epidemic.

Stigma of People with HIV/AIDS: A Literature Review

Stigmatization of individuals with HIV/AIDS is a persistent issue in Sub-Saharan Africa. Mbonu, van den Borne, and De Vries (2009) conducted a comprehensive literature review to shed light on the stigma faced by those affected by the virus and the current research on the topic of stigma related to HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa. This research highlights the urgency of reducing stigma to enhance care and support for individuals living with HIV/AIDS.

Gender and HIV/AIDS Impact Mitigation

Seeley, Grellier, and Barnett (2004) explore the gender dimension of HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa. The research recognizes the unique challenges faced by women in the context of the epidemic and emphasizes the need for gender-sensitive interventions. It highlights gender-specific constraints such as access to resources, services, markets, and the incidence of gendered violence. The differential involvement of men and women in development programs also affects access to resources. Addressing these constraints is vital for reducing the impact of HIV/AIDS on women in the region.

HIV/AIDS and the Construction of Sub-Saharan Africa

Yeboah (2007) offers heuristic lessons from the social sciences for policy formulation in Sub-Saharan Africa. The article emphasizes the importance of multidisciplinary approaches in understanding the complex dynamics of the epidemic and in developing effective policies to combat HIV/AIDS. The article presents an argument that the Eurocentric construction of the region has hindered a comprehensive understanding of the virus and its impact.

HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa is a complex issue with multiple dimensions. To combat the epidemic effectively, a multidisciplinary approach is essential, drawing upon research in social sciences, geography, and public health. Addressing AIDS-related stigma, understanding the geographical distribution of the virus, recognizing gender-specific constraints, and involving local communities and religious groups are all critical aspects of the battle against HIV/AIDS.

While progress has been made, much work remains to be done in the region. The fight against HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa requires a multifaceted strategy, collaboration, and an unwavering commitment to reducing the impact of the virus on individuals and communities. By taking a holistic approach, we can work towards a future where HIV/AIDS is no longer a devastating burden in Sub-Saharan Africa.

References!

Campbell, C., Skovdal, M., & Gibbs, A. (2011). Creating Social Spaces to Tackle AIDS-Related Stigma: Reviewing the Role of Church Groups in Sub-Saharan Africa. AIDS and Behavior, 15(6), 1204–1219. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10461-010-9766-0

Mayer, J. D. (2005). The geographical understanding of HIV/AIDS in sub-Saharan Africa. Norsk Geografisk Tidsskrift - Norwegian Journal of Geography, 59(1), 6–13. https://doi.org/10.1080/00291950510020493

Mbonu, N. C., van den Borne, B., & De Vries, N. K. (2009). Stigma of People with HIV/AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa: A Literature Review. Journal of Tropical Medicine, 2009, e145891. https://doi.org/10.1155/2009/145891

Seeley, J., Grellier, R., & Barnett, T. (2004). Gender and HIV/AIDS impact mitigation in sub-Saharan Africa—Recognising the constraints. SAHARA-J: Journal of Social Aspects of HIV/AIDS, 1(2), 87–98. https://doi.org/10.1080/17290376.2004.9724831

Yeboah, I. E. A. (2007). HIV/AIDS and the construction of Sub-Saharan Africa: Heuristic lessons from the social sciences for policy. Social Science & Medicine, 64(5), 1128–1150. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.socscimed.2006.10.003

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years ago

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Hi Laura, dear! I hope you are well. I saw your post that your requests are open (if you've closed them again, I apologise. Please disregard). If you are still taking requests, would you consider writing about the spatial brothers again, please? Something soft and domestic would be lovely, if you don't mind. I'm not sure how much direction you want or if this would be your cup of tea, but I had the thought of maybe, in the future, they're going to shop for baby things together because one of them is going to be a father and the other will be an uncle 🥰 (You can pick which one is which, and you don't have to fill in/mention ships or anything unless you want to. Honestly, whatever suits your mood). If that prompt isn't for you (or is too detailed), please feel free to write whatever you want. Anything fluff for Finral and Langris will be just fine with me! 💚💙 Thank you so much!! Cheers!!

Hello Acacia love~!

Now, I've been having baby fever myself as of late, and this was such a sweet request <3 And I got a bit carried away ^^' But I do hope that you like it. I had a lot of fun imagining how these two would be while shopping for Finral's baby.

Summary: Finral is going to be a father, and wants to start putting together a nursery as a surprise to his wife. He asks Langris to help choose furniture and other things into the nursery, since he'll be an uncle to the baby. And Langris agrees to be emotional support to his brother.

Characters: Finral Roulacase & Langris Vaude A/N: There is a mention of Finral having a wife Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.1k Warnings: theme of becoming a father, implied pregnancy and a mention of giving birth

Finral looked around the store, rubbing the back of his neck.

He had wanted to surprise his wife by starting to put together the nursery for their baby, even if it was still months before the actual delivery, but now, as he stood in the middle of a store that sold cribs and strollers, plushies and blankets, it suddenly felt daunting to him. Just a bit overwhelming.

Actually… more than just a bit.

His eyes turned back to Langris, who he had asked to help him out, and who had, although somewhat reluctantly, agreed to come along.

Sure, Finral could have asked any of the Bulls, but he didn’t exactly… think that one of them running around the store would make the job any easier. He was there to pick things out for the baby, and not look after his peers. Plus, Langris was going to be an uncle, and Finral didn’t want Langris to be alienated from his family. Because Langris was a part of the family.

And Langris… he didn’t exactly look like he was in his element either, but he had promised to come along. Because this was a good way for them to continue on the work that they had been doing for the past years, to be closer again. And, though Langris would never admit it out loud, he did love his brother. He was happy of Finral’s happiness beneath that stoic expression of his.

But it didn’t’ mean that he had any better idea of where exactly to start.

“So…”

“So.” Langris replied, without really knowing what else to say.

“What should… what would be a good way to start?”

“You’re the one getting a baby nii-san,” Langris pointed out with a frown.

“Yeah…” Finral chuckled to himself; scratching his cheek. “Uhh… well I guess a crib would be…” he trailed off, scanning the room.

“The baby does need a place to sleep,” Langris agreed.

“Or would they sleep with us at first?” Finral thought, looking at Langris.

“And roll on them in your sleep?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Ah… yeah, I-, we need a crib,” Finral chuckled again while making his way to the nearest crib that was presented in the store.

It was of light wood. Very light. But the fact that it wasn’t merely painted white, gave it a more natural, softer finish. However, it was rectangular, perhaps even boxy by shape. Too rigid to his taste. So, his eyes lifted to the next crib a short distance away, which was of a darker finish.

“Cherry.”

“Mhm,” Finral looked at Langris.

“Cherry wood.”

Finral frowned as a reply, as he was in disbelief that Langris was able to tell what wood it was purely by looking at it.

“I was choosing a desk last week,” he explained while seeing Finral’s frown.

“Ah,” he uttered with a nod before making his way to the other crib.

It was oval in shape. Less corners. Less sharp edges. And it suited Finral better. He didn’t want the baby, once they’d start crawling and walking, bumping into the crib and hurting themselves. But he wondered if it was too dark. Because a nursery should be light coloured, right?

“Well?” Langris asked, as if expecting Finral to make a decision.

“I uh…” he scanned around the room, but none of the other options seemed as agreeable to him. So, it was between the two. “I… is it.. too dark? For the nursery?”

Langris stood there, simply looking at Finral with that raised brow. “Are you expecting me to know what you want for your nursery?”

“Well uhh… no…” he trailed off; rubbing the back of his neck again and thinking about how it wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. It was just one decision among the many that would still be to come.

Langris watched as Finral pondered, and sighed to himself. Though he couldn’t relate to what Finral was going through, he understood that it must’ve been a lot.

It must’ve really been a lot to process.

Langris’ eyes wandered around the shop, and stumbled onto a bunny plushie that reminded him a lot of a plushie he used to have as a toddler. Perhaps it’d be liked by Finral’s child too. His eyes turned back to Finral, who was still looking at the two cribs, trying to make a decision.

There was yet another sigh, as Langris picked up the plushie and placed it into the lighter crib.

“Well?” He asked and looked at Finral, while Finral just looked at it.

It wasn’t a bad fit. But he… wasn’t sure.

Langris watched as Finral’s eyes flickered to the bunny, and the sides of the crib. But there was no resolution. So, he picked up the bunny and walked over to the second crib, and placed it there.

“Well?” He asked again, as the bunny sat in the crib, leaning against the sides made of cheery wood. Like a rabbit, comfortably under a cheery tree, and it’s swaying branches.

Finral’s eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smile. “Yeah… that one…” he uttered with a faint tone.

There was something in the moment, as Langris watched Finral look at the empty crib, or rather the crib with the bunny plushy, with such tender affection. It was something he couldn’t quite explain, but Langris knew it was a glimpse of just how much he already loved his child.

He was sure, that Finral would be a wonderful father. Devoted, loving and caring. But underneath there was another feeling that … if he hadn’t known any better, he would perhaps have called it envy; a wish to have an alike happiness.

Perhaps. But Langris wasn’t in that point of his life. In fact, he wasn’t, still, sure if that was something he wanted for himself; a future like that.

But he did want a happiness that was as deep as what he could see in Finral’s eyes at that moment.

Not that he would admit it. Either.

So, instead he sighed without a sound; taking a brief pause. “Then onto the next decision,” he said, looking at the various piles of linens on the table next to them, while knowing that it’d be a long day.

After all, it had taken them for about twenty minutes to choose one thing, and he had a feeling that as things started piling up, it certainly wouldn’t be getting any easier.

But it’d be a journey too, among many. For now, Langris was just happy to be there to support his brother on his journey into becoming a father.

Yet another thing he wouldn’t admit out loud.

#finral roulacase #langris vaude #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot

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