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The Top 7 Latest technology That Will Shape 2024

Discover the latest innovations in technology in different industries and shape your better future with these miracles.

Introduction

In today’s dynamic era, keeping up with the latest technology is essential, especially if you’re in a technology niche and aiming for a career upgrade. From AI to the IoT, technology is evolving at a rapid pace, making it crucial for everyone to stay updated and upgrade themselves with ever-evolving technologies.

Here are the latest technologies you need to know about in 2024, ensuring you stay ahead in this rat race and make informed career choices.

Generative AI

Generative AI is the latest innovation, allowing machines to generate human-like text, content, images, audio and even videos. It’s trained on a massive database of billions of web pages & passed by trillion-parameter models and can generate output in a matter of seconds. Toos like DALL-E and ChatGPT have shown the potential of Generative AI, though there are concerns about DeepFake and generating copyrighted content and false facts.

Key capabilities include:

Generating almost realistic images from text

Creating articles, stories, and more on any topic by providing prompts only

Engaging in open-ended conversations and answering follow-up questions

Space Tourism

This latest business model has commercialised space travel for leisure and business purposes for citizens. As it is costly, only the ultra-wealthy can access this tourism. There are some key players like SpaceX, Blue Origin, and Virgin Galactic involved in fulfilling this unrealistic dream.

Key points of Space Tourism:

Planned private space stations for special tourism

Short-time orbital flights offering a few minutes of mind-blowing experience of Space

Multi-day orbital trips after establishing space stations

Despite having high costs, the space tourism market is expected to exponential growth. As launch costs decline and technology advances, space tourism could open to anyone.

Electric Vehicles

With the latest automotive technology, EVs replace polluting internal combustion engines with efficient electric motors and batteries.

The benefits of EVs are:

Zero direct emission reduces environmental pollution, especially in urban areas.

Lower operating costs by charging instead of low-efficient liquid fuel

Low maintenance cost and lesser noise pollution

Offer a smoother, quieter driving experience compared to traditional vehicles.

Global EV sales crossed 14 million units in 2023, more than double the 2022 numbers.

However, challenges faced by this latest technology are organized charging infrastructure and battery production and their sustainable recycling process.

Blockchain Technology

Blockchain is decentralised technology driven by Distributed Ledger Technology (DLT). It ends the domination of central authority and stores data across numerous interconnected systems.

Key points are:

Data stores across numerous systems and make it blockchain

It enables the transaction of digital currencies without intermediaries.

Facilitate Cryptocurrencies, DeFI applications, NFTs and more.

Blockchain’s market size exceeded $7.6 billion in 2022 and could grow over 85% annually through 2030 beyond just finance. Industries like finance, supply chains, healthcare, real estate, governance and other sectors actively explore blockchain to streamline processes.

Internet of Things (IoT)

The IoT revolutionised the latest wave of connectivity across physical and digital devices, from simple household objects to highly complex industrial tools. It allows data to flow between human and computer systems for better connectivity. This technology relies on sensors run by low-cost components, high-speed wireless connectivity and cloud computing.

Great features are:

Embedded sensors and software enabling data exchange

Remote monitoring and control capabilities

Expansion of Software-as-a-Service (SaaS) business models

Allows remote access across domains like health care, household appliances, transportation, etc.

Over 30 billion IoT devices are estimated to be sold by 2025 and unlock business opportunities worth $2.5 trillion by 2029.

Quantum Computing

Quantum computing solves complex problems more efficiently than ever. It enables advancements in cryptography, AI, and other sophisticated tech domains. While conventional computers process information as binary 0s and 1s, quantum computing processes quantum bits or qubits that can exist as 0s, 1s, or both states simultaneously.

It allows us to evaluate multiple potential solutions in parallel for certain problems rather than subsequently. Areas where quantum computing could transform include cryptography, material science, pharmaceutical development, AI, and more.  Technology gains nations, and startups are racing to develop this technology to get an early lead.   Although there are some hurdles, including precise quantum control and developing a friendly algorithm, this market has $35 billion in global investment as of 2022.

5G Technology

The latest 5G networks are the 5th generation of wireless cellular technology. With dramatically faster data speeds, improved reliability, and expanded bandwidth, 5G opens the door for a new era of connectivity and smooth use of applications.

Key features:

Peak data rates up to 20 Gbps- 100x times faster than 4GLTE.

Latencies could reach as low as 1 millisecond.

Enable real-time communication

Facilitate autonomous vehicles and smart city infrastructure.

Enhance AR/VR experience

Due to its incredible advantages, it’s expected to create $13 trillion in the global market by 2030 across industries. While the full 5G is still ongoing, it promises a hyper-connected future where wireless performance reaches up to the speed of light.

Write for us technology

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Conclusion

Whereas these latest technologies are snatching many jobs, on the other hand, they offer promising career opportunities, but on one condition: endless learning. These technologies transform every year and have a big impact on the world’s scenario, accelerating growth and opening many doors for innovation and progress. By staying informed and embracing new technology, you can position yourself for success. Don’t forget, if you have valuable insights to share, “write for me technology” and contribute to the tech community’s ongoing evolution.

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Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Back From The Waves — Shanks x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

You were in your small home by the shore of the town you lived in, working on drafting another letter. Shanks and the Red Haired Pirates had been out to sea for about a month or two, and you'd been trying to write to him as much as possible. Sure calling was technically an option, but there was something classically romantic about a handwritten letter. Not much had happened this week, so you were trying to think of what to fill the page with. You wanted him to know how much you missed him, but would it be too much to start spilling poetry? ...Yeah, probably, you figured. The quill you held tapped on the parchment, ink forming a small spot on the paper. Before you could try to write another line, you saw something out your window. Out on the shore, a ship was heading in.

You dropped your quill, recognizing the symbol on their flag immediately. You swiped your parchment away, standing up and bolting to the door. You slid your shoes on before making it onto the beach, trying to avoid the hot sand that had been baking in the sun. You had to be a little careful since sand is very slippery and hard to run on, but by the time you made it, the ship had docked, and some of the crew members were stepping off. The second you saw the black jacket with a high pointed collar that you knew so well, you felt your heart feel light. "Shanks!" you called out, sprinting towards him. The captain turned around, giving you a smile that grew when seeing you coming. "Wait, wait, honey, I've got a-" he began, but was cut off by your momentum when you grabbed him in a huge hug.

Shanks let out a deep grunt, and you pulled back almost just as quickly as you'd latched on. "Oh-! Sorry, I just-" you cleared your throat "What were you going to say?". Shanks stood more upright, gesturing to the bandages around his abdomen "A cut" he said hoarsely "I got a cut". "Ah-! What happened!?" You asked, hands on his torso to try and inspect it. He chuckled, using the one hand he had to hold one of your wrists. He lifted it up, kissing the inside of your wrist "Don't worry about it, love, I'm fine. It should heal soon". "That didn't answer my question" you pointed out, and Shanks gave you a little grin "Just a run-in with an old foe, nothing I haven't had happen before"

"I wish you'd be more careful" you responded with a frown, and Shanks kissed the tip of your nose in reply "You worry so much. Take a break with me, why don't you?". "Why, so you can drink more?" You asked teasingly. Shanks gave a full laugh, wrapping his arm around you "You know me well. But, if you don't want that..." he trailed off, glancing at you. "How about we go back to my place first?" You asked, cupping his cheek "It's been a while since I've been able to talk to you". "Perfect then" Shanks said, leaning into your touch "Lead the way"

After some chatting with his crew, Shanks let you guide him to the home you both knew well. When he stepped inside, you helped him take his coat off so he could walk to the couch. He sat with a heavy flop, and you were quick to be by his side. He held you close with his arm, nuzzling his nose into the top of your head "Mmh... damn I missed you". "Me too" you said, gently wrapping your arms around his waist "I was just about to send you another letter". "You're so sweet, love" Shanks replied, hugging you a little tighter.

"Did you eat anything recently?" You asked him "It's just about dinner time, I can make us something if you'd like". "I haven't, but we can cook together in a minute" Shanks said, his forehead pressing against the back of your neck. He planted a small kiss there before resting his chin on your shoulder. "Fine, fine" you said, leaning back into his chest "Just five more minutes"

[riddlemearose]

Linked Universe Combat Guide (part 1)

Lmao I have been casually sitting on this for like two months now and since I'm procrastinating writing an essay, I've decided to post it.

Anyway, this came from my bajillion notes about the Chain's equipment so I could have fight scenes that involved more than "he swings his sword" x9. I also wanted to identify all the weird weapons the Links would have too bc I know they exist. And since adhd is the shark disorder and I need to do something bc I stop moving I die, I've made my notes coherent enough to inflict upon tumblr.

General Notes:

In terms of additional weapons/equipment, I’m not including the traditional bombs/bow + arrows/boomerangs bc basically everyone has a variant of these. All I'm doing is looking at the possible items collected on the quests and being like "yeah I could probably work out a way to kill monsters with that".

Also they all have one-handed sword and shield proficiency, so I'm not including that for each Link. However any other canonical or possible weapon proficiencies will be listed.

7 out of 9 Links are predominantly lefties. Generally, left-handed swordfighters are used to fighting right-handed swordfighters, but the same is not true vice versa, so they will have an advantage against most human enemies. -> any ambidextrous fighters in the group is largely a headcanon but go nuts w/ it.

Researched to the best of my ability (limited only by search terms and my own waning hyperfixation), but pls be aware I literally only played my first Zelda game ever in February 2024 so there’s a lot I don’t know and games I haven’t played. Both parts are open to peer review and active fact checking lmao

Half of this is canonical abilities and half is presumed abilities based off of said canon + other logical conclusions. I'm doing this from a lore-accurate sense, rather than a straight pull from the LU comics, simply bc that allows for a broader analysis of what they're technically all capable of. I've tried my best to keep my personal headcanons out of this either way.

This part covers Four, Hyrule, Legend and Wind, whose games I have not played, so my apologies if anything is missing or incorrect.

Updated 9 March 2025 with new info provided by @thejolteonmastertj who's a literal godsend for their info about Legend and Hyrule's combat skills🙏, and @respheal who added on and emphasised just how important Legend's spin attack is. I love you both <3

Four

I am actively making the argument that Four probably has knowledge about other fighting styles due to his trade as a black/weaponsmith. I do not have any specifics in mind bc I do not have the spoons for that deep-dive, but feel free to run with this however you want.

Sword techniques: -> spin attack + variants    -> great spin attack (repeated spins)    -> hurricane spin (same as above but temporarily induces dizziness) -> dash attack (requires pegasus boots) -> peril beam (only works when he's got 1 heart left) -> roll attack -> down thrust (requires Roc’s cape)

Obviously, Four's greatest strength is team combat w/ the Colours. By splitting, he's able to coordinate combat with easy tag-team attacks with a much lower risk of friendly fire compared to when fighting alongside members of the Chain. Group combat, quite obviously, is actually kinda hard bc it requires an increased amount of situational awareness that is often overridden by adrenaline. Thankfully, since Four and the Colours are literally the same person, this is mitigated by a LOT.

Seriously do not discount how Four's height is an advantage in combat. Being smaller/shorter means you have less body mass to speed up and slow down, so you have greater agility and speed. You're also harder to hit and better at close combat (short limbs take less time to block, attack, etc.)

Genuinely don't know if he's proficient in combat while on horseback. I've heard at least one of Four's games has an Epona, but I don't know if there's any mounted combat.

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> power bracelets -> gust jar -> Cane of Pacci -> magnetic glove -> fire rod (I think? Fact check pls and thank) -> magic hammer -> pegasus boots -> Roc’s cape -> shovel (do not under any circumstances discount mundane weapons)

Hyrule

To start off, the most important thing to know about Hyrule is that he's a self-taught fighter.

No, seriously this is more important than you think but not for the reasons you may think. Self-taught fighters are scrappy as shit. Out of the entire Chain, Hyrule will be the first one to resort to fighting dirty. Have him clawing at people’s eyes, throwing dirt, and biting. When you grow up in a situation where survival is a thin line you don't want to cross, you’ll do anything to stay alive when you have to.

Spells: -> Shield: reduces damage by half -> Jump: self-explanatory -> Life: recovers health -> Fairy: shapeshifts into a fairy -> Fire: shoots fireballs from the end of his sword. (an aside, but this scene from the comic may be a variant of Fire? Fact check again lmao) -> Reflect: reflects magic attacks and strengthens his shield to temporarily block some physical attacks and most magical attacks -> Spell: can turn most enemies into Bots -> Thunder: summons lightning

Hyrule actually gained the ability to use magic in his second quest, so while he's probably well adapted to using it now and may default to using it when backed into a corner, he's still a capable swordsman without it. -> Update: while the spells I listed above came about in Hyrule's second quest, thejolteonmastertj points out that Hyrule is straight up slinging sword beams with the random sword he gets given at the start of his first adventure, and that it's an important technique for the game.

He can canonically use Jump to perform a down thrust (like Four's) and a jump thrust (think Mario hitting bricks lmao),but there are so many ways to utilise this spell. Someone should teach Hyrule the Helm Splitter.

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> power bracelets -> hammer -> this will sound stupid but ladder (again, never underestimate weird and mundane weapons.) -> magic rod (w/ accompanying fire upgrade) -> magic recorder (used in-game for fast travel but thejolteonmastertj also says it summons a tornado and if you can't find a way to use that in combat, I'm going to eat my hat)

Legend

Legend gave me so much trouble, solely bc sir has too many games. Jesus Christ man.

I am once again happily arguing that due to Legend’s sheer experience, he probably has other weapon proficiencies outside of a one-handed sword + shield combo, but that’s entirely up to personal headcanons

A lot of the combat I could find is similar to Four's, in terms of sword techniques, so see above.

Once again for the class lmao, Legend has the most questing experience. While his section may seem small bc I don't want to rehash stuff I've already said, it's entirely on-brand for him to have tweaked a lot of this. Headcanons abound.

Updating the above two points: again provided by thejolteonmastertj, Legend's officially getting smacked with another label, and this is "Most OP Spin Attack". This has been pointed out to be a core aspect of combat for ALTTP (Legend's first adventure). directly quoting their reblog bc I can't summarise it any better than it's already been said: -> "Legend’s charged spin attack as reactive crowd control is foundational & central to his entire battle style. It’s extremely difficult to land a hit otherwise! You gotta either run, button mash to parry with ur back against a wall till something hits… … or you play it smart, watch everything in the room & plan your charged spins accordingly. Legend would be particularly adept at being outnumbered in an enclosed space. He can also throw pots, even shrubbery if he so desires, but well-timed spin-attacks are what truly carries him through his first few dungeons."

respheal also points out that some of Legend's enemies can only be damaged by the spin attack, making it a cruical technique that he's more than likely put time into developing more than the others may have.

Can't believe I didn't mention Legend's own tactical prowess smh

Additional Weapons/Equipment (Warning: brace yourself): -> literally the entire contents of his ring box. I'm not listing them. I don't even know what's in it, nor do I want to at this point. A link to the Everything in his ring box can be found here -> power bracelets/power glove/titan’s mitt -> hammer(s) -> pegasus boots -> Cane of Byrna -> Cane of Somaria -> hookshots -> long hook -> seed shooter (+ ember seeds, scent seeds, mystery seeds, gale seeds, & pegasus seeds) -> fire rod -> ice rod -> Rod of Seasons -> tornado rod -> sand rod -> Bombos medallion -> Ether Medallion -> Quake medallion -> magic powder -> shovel -> super net -> alternative tunics (attack or defensive enhancements) -> red shield (fire defence) -> Roc’s feather

Wind

Arguably has the best balance and proprioception of the group, which is extremely useful in many situations.

Once again, do not be afraid to use Wind’s height to his advantage. He has a slight detriment bc he’s still getting taller and going through puberty does screw up your proprioception, but I think if you’re using a sword that much, both against enemies and in sparring matches, he's probably still got a decent sense of his own balance and body.

I genuinely don’t know how the Phantom Sword works, sorry. I know it has some potential to slow time, but I’m not entirely sure about the mechanics behind that, nor if it’s still capable of such magic.

Wind’s Parry Attack:   Hmm this thing. It’s interesting. Note: no actual parrying with a shield is needed, which means it's kinda like BOTW's perfect dodge mechanic. -> Wind’s parry attack is like the Helm Splitter and Back Slice combined into one. If the attack is vertical, he does a Back Slice-esque attack. If the attack is horizontal, it’s a Helm Splitter. -> Additionally he has an ending blow like Twilight and Sky, which has a specific trigger.

Additional Weapons/Equipment: -> power bracelets -> deku leaf -> skull hammer -> grappling hook (!!!!! any rope dart combat video would make this brutal) -> shovel -> hookshot -> Wind’s weird magic armour spell -> Hyoi pears if you feel like world-building

Part 2: Sky, Time, Twi, Wars and Wild

[weepylucifer]

i watch people react to the lotr movies on youtube sometimes - just for my personal relaxation - and this one guy just said "maybe this is presumptuous but why can't they just make a new, even stronger ring that controls all the other ones plus the one ring?" and, holy shit. why don't they just keep making even stronger rings. apart from all the lore and storytelling reasons for why that's not possible under those specific circumstances, i wanna send a complete stranger the wikipedia article for "arms race" so so so fucking badly 😂

[sinnettini]

elena rybakina after her quarter finals match at united cup 2025 (01.01.2025)

[no-light-left-on]

looking at the energy sources development in the dishonored trilogy just does something to me

first game with a boom in engineering, the whole world powered by whale oil, the destruction of the ecosystem combined with the rampaging plague, all this contrasted with the sudden crisis surrounding whale oil in the second game, with new alternatives coming into play and the focus city being powered by wind which, in combination with the silver mines, is actually harming the city (which is a really cool look at sustainable energies!! if everything isn't in balance it will cause harm and this is a really cool thing to include!!) and then lastly we enter doto with voltaic bolts that don't exactly seem like they are powered by whale oil, there is a hint of something new and different

idk it's just gnawing at my brain

[lilacjaemin]

highway to heaven

pairing: dongyoung x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 677

summary: “pull over, let me drive for a while.”

a/n: inspired by #1 from 100 ways to say i love you and highway to heaven <3 also if you'd like some music to listen to while reading or while on your own nighttime drive, here’s my night drives playlist!!!!

the warm glow of the yellow lights lining the highway started to look fuzzy as you coasted along. dongyoung’s thumb brushed the back of your hand in rhythm with the mellow song on the radio. he sang along, the combination the motion of the car, his soft skin and his sweet voice tugging at your eyelids.

“when you told me you had a road trip playlist i assumed the whole thing would be upbeat,” you said through a yawn, “these songs are making me sleepy.”

“my daytime road trip playlist is upbeat,” he laughed, “this is the night time drive playlist.”

“you have too many playlists.” 

“first of all, they set the mood. second of all, it was your idea to leave at midnight!” he squeezed your hand.

“nobody’s on the roads at night, we’d get there so much faster.” you whined, shaking your head to wake yourself up.

“i know you didn’t sleep last night, you were so excited you almost kept me up too. and you've been bouncing around all day.”

you glanced at the clock. 3:02 am.

“are you not excited? a week at a gorgeous beach house on the coast, just the two of us, finally.” you sighed.

“of course i am,” he bit his lip to keep from smiling too hard, “it’ll be heaven.”

you rubbed at your eyes, those yellow lamp posts blending together once again as you flew down the highway. you opened the windows to get some air in your face, doyoung’s singing getting louder over the sound.

you felt alive. the excitement seeping in again, blurry lights zooming by, cold wind nipping at your skin, and doyoung’s palm against yours.

he alternated between slower ballads --serenading you with a water bottle microphone-- and more lively songs, dancing in his seat.

after an hour of wind swept hair and drowsy giggles, you closed the windows and settled back down.

you yawned and stretched your back, “we’re only a couple of hours away now.”

“pull over at the next rest stop, let me drive for a while.”

“baby it’s okay, if you just keep putting on faster songs i can-”

he leaned over and pecked your cheek, letting his lips linger, causing your eyes to flutter shut for a moment.

“oh yeah, you need to let me drive.” he laughed, sitting back in his seat. 

“no fair,” you pouted, “you can’t just surprise me like that.” 

you pulled into the dimly lit rest stop, doyoung running in to grab you both coffees. 

you sunk down into the passenger seat, pulling doyoung’s jacket from behind you across your lap as a blanket. you focused on the scent of his cologne swirling around the car and the guitar chords floating through the speakers.

doyoung arrived back at the car with two iced coffees in his hands. he knocked on the window and waited, but squinted and peeked through the glass when you didn't roll it down. he saw your sleeping figure curled up, ran around to the driver’s side and slipped in as quietly as he could. 

he put your drinks in the cup holder, lowered the radio and looked over at you. the way the red and white neon lights of the rest stop’s sign illuminated you. the way one of your hands was clutching his jacket to your chest and the other was strewn across the console, waiting to be held. the way your hair still looked a little wild around your face.

he couldn't help himself. he carefully balanced himself on his elbow and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth. he watched your features subconsciously smooth out into a sleepy smile and swore he could feel his heart melting in his chest.

“i lied,” he whispered against your temple, “this is heaven. you are heaven.”

“sweet dreams,” he let his fingertips graze over some of the exposed skin of your thigh, “we’ll be there soon.”

he gently intertwined your fingers in his, sipped a bit of coffee, and pulled back out onto the highway.

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[sunfloweraro]

Relaxing in Kakariko

While waiting for Wild to finish speaking with Impa, the group take a moment to relax. Twi has some ideas on how to help Bunny calm down.

Tags: @thatonecrazysidekick @tiredgaytheatrekid

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Warriors settled back, his legs dangling, feet hovering just above the water, the toes of his leather boots sending gentle ripples through the still water. He leaned back on his hands, eyes slipping shut, and were it not for the fact that Twilight knew Warriors, he would have guessed the man had switched off entirely. But his ears twitched with every sound, his shoulders tense. He was overthinking things again, while still on high alert.

And he wanted Twilight to relax.

“Stop thinkin’ so ‘ard,” Twilight chastised him, flicking him over the shoulder and causing Warriors to flinch. “I can feel meself getting’ a headache jus’ watchin’ ye.”

Warriors shot him a sour look, and so Twilight kicked up water all over his pants. “Hey!”

“Ye need tuh learn tuh relax, my friend,” Twilight said. “Take a few deep breaths and let yer mind switch off fer a bit. I promise I’ll listen out fer the both of us.”

Warriors scoffed, but Twilight had a feeling it was only for show, if the way a soft smile tried to lift Warriors’ lips told him anything. “Alright. I will try, I suppose.”

“Ye bet ye will. Breathe in with me.” And when Twilight made an exaggerated breath in, Warriors followed. Together, they took several deep breaths, Twilight watching as Warriors’ shoulders lowered, the tension bleeding out from them. “Good. Now lie back and rest, will ye? Yer one o’ the worst of us when it comes tuh sleeping.”

Warriors made a show of grumbling, but he settled back against the hard wood of the boardwalk, resting his hands over his stomach and finally letting himself relax. His eyes slipped shut, that soft smile still gracing his lips. His hair encircled his head on the dark wood like a golden halo.

“Tha’s better,” Twilight said, squeezing Warriors’ arm and earning a huff of laughter. With a grin, Twilight leaned back on his hands once more, leg resting against Warriors’ side, ears sharp for any sign of danger as promised.

Soon enough, he heard the soft footfalls of folks approaching. Cracking open an eye, Twilight smiled when he saw it was only the rest of their group, bar his Cub. “Evenin’” he greeted. “The inn too good fer y’all?”

Hyrule picked his way over Warriors, settling down on Twilight’s other side cross-legged, setting Bunny in his lap. “The cook wasn’t prepared for a group of eight hungry Heroes and their rabbit. She’s shooed us all away for the moment.”

Twilight laughed at that. They rarely stayed at inns, but the horror on every cook’s face never ceased to make him laugh. They always repaid the cooks with praise and tips to apologise for the extra work, and each of them walked away happy. As he settled, he turned his attention down to their newest member. “How’s ‘e doin’?”

Hyrule slumped slightly, running a hand over Bunny’s back and receiving no response. “He’s been despondent since the fight. I don’t think he’s sleeping much, either. He just doesn’t seem to relax. I’m worried…”

Twilight understood what that was like, to be so high-strung after a terrible fight and consequential injury. He understood how traumatising the experience was, how difficult it became to continue on afterwards, when it felt as if you were trapped in your terror. Instinctively, he raised a hand to his left shoulder, felt the phantom pain there from the beginning of his journey, scarcely a few years ago now. “Mind if I try somethin’? I’ll be gentle with ‘im,” he promised when Hyrule looked hesitant to part ways with Bunny.

After a beat, Hyrule acquiesced, lifting Bunny into his arms and holding him close for a moment, before passing him over to Twilight. Bunny was warm in his hands, a comforting weight he had been missing all day, when Hyrule had been reluctant to let him go since the fight. “Hey there, li’l one. I know ye’ve been through the wringer lately. I’ve got somethin’ tuh help ye relax some.” He set Bunny down in his lap, the rabbit facing him. Once Bunny had shifted and gotten comfortable, Twilight set his hands over the rabbit’s head, slow and careful so Bunny wouldn’t panic. Even in the gentle touch, he could feel how terribly Bunny was shaking, just how badly the fight was still affecting him. His heart ached for the poor creature, and the life they had chosen for him by tearing him away from his home. But Twilight reminded himself that if they had set him free again, Bunny likely would have run off into the wilderness once more, and this time, he wouldn’t have them to find him.

“Aw, ye poor thing,” he murmured, his face softening. He cradled Bunny’s tiny head in his hands, setting his thumbs over Bunny’s forehead. There, he began slow strokes, from the space just above Bunny’s little nose, up between his eyes, and to the back of his head, then back down to start again. With his other fingers, he began to massage behind Bunny’s ears. It was a trick Rusl would always do for him when he awoke from a nightmare, in his Hylian and his wolf form. In both forms, he would relax under the gentle pressure and drift off swiftly.

It had the same effect on Bunny. The little pink rabbit’s eyes began to droop, his body stilling as his muscles relaxed. With a smile, Twilight continued, warmth blooming within his chest as Bunny settled under his guidance and comfort, and eventually drifted off.

“Wow,” Hyrule said, leaning closer. “You must have a magic touch.”

Twilight shrugged. “It’s a thing with animals; helps ‘em relax.”

Hyrule hummed. After a beat, he shifted closer, leaning into Twilight’s side. “Thank you. For helping him, I mean. I was beside myself with worry…”

“Of course,” Twilight said, removing one hand from Bunny to settle over Hyrule’s shoulders, drawing him in closer. “He’s family, now. That means we look out fer ‘im. Just as we look out fer each other. Get some rest, Traveller, you look a right mess too.”

Hyrule huffed a laugh, but Twilight wasn’t exaggerating. His concern for Bunny had been keeping him up, and it took no more encouragement for Hyrule to lean heavily against him, a deep sigh escaping him.

Twilight sat as he was until Wild came back, two sleeping bodies resting against him and a third against his leg, and a pleasant, tingling warmth pressing against his heart.

[bloomeng]

For some reason I always feel silly promoting my fics but I’ve gotten a few questions about my writing lately so anyway the second chapter of my timberkon fic is out for the those interested

[damiel-of-real]

by pure coincidence i finished the ref of my TVhead oc this morning, before the direct even started! nice coincidence

[of-pale]

Vergil finds a new hobby

Hobbies were a luxury, an indulgence Vergil could scarcely afford throughout his stormy existence. He was accustomed to a life of constant movement and perpetual fight for survival, each step a calculation to outmanoeuvre the demons relentlessly pursuing him. Now, however, his circumstances had drastically changed and he had to figure out how to stop and truly live. It was a strange concept, but with his brother's office as a place of sanctuary he could always return to and an abundance of free time to spare, he had to embrace just living.

Not quite sure what to make of it, he fell back on his old habit of reading. Yet, according to the members of Devil May Cry, his ‘obsession’ with books hardly qualified as a hobby; more seen as a chore or a sinister ploy to seek out power. Though some tried to encourage him to explore new hobbies, their suggestions often fell flat and failed to pique his interest.

Of all people, it was Nico who managed to recommend a compelling diversion—a DVD of a vintage painting show titled 'The Joy of Painting'. Its familiar appearance drew him in, like staring at nostalgic pieces of a bygone era he could scarcely recall from a lifetime ago. She told him to give it a shot since ‘it was all the rage back in its hay day for a reason’. Glimpsing through fragments of the show, it appeared to be a worthy time investment where his attention to detail would surely pay off.

On a day when Dante was out terrorising some unfortunate ice cream parlour for its special deal on strawberry sundaes, Vergil seized the opportunity to relax uninterrupted. After setting up the canvas and the paints, he followed Nico's instructions to play the show on the DVD player—apparently a technological upgrade to the VHS players he vaguely remembers. It felt somewhat humiliating to follow instructions that seemed to be written for a child to comprehend:

press the tiny button next to the rectangle;

place the circular thing inside the pocket that slides out;

wait till the devices figures out its head from its ass;

on the remote, use the buttons with triangles pointing up and down to select an episode on screen;

oh yeah, that sideways triangle in the middle there is the select button;

It wasn't far off from describing an infant's toy where different shapes are passed through their respective holes. ‘That's right, the square goes into the square shaped hole. Yeah! You got it!’

Perhaps, there was still hope for him as he successfully followed the instructional cookie trail, simple enough for a four-year-old to navigate, and managed to play the show on the old TV. Settling comfortably in his seat, he paid close attention to the screen. The hosts' serene attitude and passion was contagious, and the painting process itself proved to be rather soothing. Although Vergil wasn't exactly a skilled artisan, the show catered well to artists of all levels. It was something he could improve upon and, as odd as it was, he now had all the time to spare for it.

“I'm gonna wash the brush and we’ll just blend that out. As you know, we wash our brushes with odourless paint thinner and we have a lot of fun.” The host dipped the brush into a bucket on the side. “Just shake off the excess,” he lightly shook the brush, following up with a practised motion of rhythmically smacking it against the leg of the easel stand. Almost chuckling, the host said one of his signature phrases, “And beat the devil out of it.”

Vergil looked down at his brush... menacingly.

[fayesdiary]

Lately because of my job I have to reluctantly use Gemini for the sake of testing it (for context I work as a mobile QA tester. Not gonna say any more than that because I'm a big fan of not doxxing myself) and after having to repeatedly try it for days I started noticing a couple of things.

First things first: When critics say genAI is basically just a fancy autocomplete, that is a huge understatement.

Since my tests consist of giving it various prompts and making sure the answers are correct, I had to look closely at the answers. And aside from bugs like it randomly coughing up words in Russian which I mean, that's what I'm there to help fix, I started noticing quickly that a lot of the responses are basically identical.

Sure, the context may vary depending on what exactly I ask it, but the phrases? The ways of speech? They're basically the same. Hell, sometimes it reuses entire paragraphs.

And to be clear, it's not like tendencies or patterns of an actual human writer. Rather it's like it takes a preexisting module of the response and just adds the appropriate words to make it make sense.

And sure, bugs aside it's technically correct, but at the same time it's eerily uncanny because no human genuinely writes like this all the time. Again, it's a fancy autocomplete, nothing more. It's like writing an essay by picking the suggested words from the phone and have it just happen to make sense somehow.

When you realize what genAI actually is and recognize the patterns... well, that's a hell of a lot less impressive than what all the techbros make it out to be, right?

Which leads to my second point- Ironically, now that I've been forced to use it repeatedly, I'm not afraid of genAI replacing writers and artists. Not anymore.

I've heard a few people say that there is no genuine threat of genAI replacing authors and essays or students passing by submitted works generated with it because genAI... can't actually write.

I was skeptical of this at first- after all, capitalism loves prioritizing cutting costs over quality (nevermind the sheer amount of electricity this thing wastes but I digress), so why would companies care as long as it's passable?

But honestly, I think I get it now.

Remember, I noticed entire paragraphs and sections being practically copypasted, and this is only after a few short responses. And I haven't study a thing about academic writing or linguistics, most I've done is write fanfiction whenever the planets happen to align.

Can you imagine having Gemini, ChatGPT or whatever write a book or heck, even an entire novel and trying to get it published into mainstream? It'd immediately get clocked out and laughed at like it rightfully deserves.

Now, I'm not naive. Again, capitalism. Companies will keep shoving genAI down our throats as long as they can get away with it (especially since they now have employees "correct" the generated works which is more work than having them make it from scratch. Best possible system amirite?)... but at the same time the fact they keep pushing it this aggressively says a lot, doesn't it?

genAI is already starting to cannibalizing itself. Ironically, by now plagiarizing those works it already made by plagiarizing actual artists and writers and now pollute the Internet. And considering how much electricity it costs to keep these things running...

Well. I'm no financial expert, but all these aggressive tactics sure sound like sunken cost fallacy, don't they?

Just saying. If this was a thing people actually wanted or used, every tech company under the sun wouldn't practically force us to use it (always opt-out of course, never opt-in) with increasingly hidden buttons to turn it off. Microsoft wouldn't passive-aggressively announce Edge now having genAI features with "Resistance is futile". Musk wouldn't feel the need to slap a button under every art post on Twitter to plagiarize it with its genAI and then pretend those original works were also generated with it.

It'd be a feature like any other, with no need to push it so aggressively. This reads more like "please, please you HAVE to use our genAI, we wasted millions on this", because just like NFTs, they've always been a pyramid scheme. This one was just better at hiding it and appeal to the average person. Ironically, I think they of all people know they can't push this for long the most.

I still despise genAI for everything it represents- the wastefulness and disregard for the environment, the confusing buzzwords of the techbros who are in love with it and most of all, the utter contempt and lack of respect society has for artists, writers and anyone who has done any kind of creative work- and I truly think it can't die soon enough.

But having to use it so much for work ironically gave me confidence it will die someday. It's not even a hope, more like the logical conclusion.

Because genAI is not the future, is not an exciting new technology, is not revolutionary and most importantly is not a replacement for artists and writers.

It's just a fancy autocomplete.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Ummm… so what does it mean if someone looked at over half of their family members (most of which are on one side), themselves included, and have thought “oh that sounds a lot like Tech or like something Tech would do or gives off Tech vibes”?

I’m not asking for a friend.