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touching din | din djarin

Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch.

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill. i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day! warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things! word count: 4650 written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.

The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.

It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.

The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.

“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.

The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”

A nod. “That’s a yes.”

“I didn’t hear you come up.”

He nudged his head to the Child, voice soft, “You were having an important conversation.”

And then he did what you loved.

He reached a slow hand out and stroked it over the top of your head, coming to a gentle hold at the nape of your neck, and leaned in. Your eyes fell closed as the cool beskar met between your brows, and you didn’t need to see him to know his eyes were closed too.

A beskar kiss.

You heard a soft sigh through his voice modulator. This was the way his people would show love. He made no move to break away, even from the awkward angle at which he leant. He savoured the moment, breathed with you, his thumb running back and forth over your skin. You weren’t sure if he could feel the goosebumps that his touch rose every time, his fingertips slipping into the lower roots of your hair.

He loved to touch you, you could tell. It wasn’t easy, and these moments were few and far between with his action-packed lifestyle, but the tenderness of these touches clearly meant so much to him. To you.

Without disturbing the occupied bundle on your lap, you reached for Din’s other hand. It hung by his side until you took it in your own, slowly raising it to place your kiss on the knuckles of his fingers. You kept it there a while, backs of his fingers to your lips, his helmet pressed to your forehead. The warmth of those digits filled a void left by the cold beskar. The warmth of human touch.

Long moments slipped by as you absorbed it until you became self-conscious. He hadn’t pulled away, but you weren’t even sure how he’d felt about it with his covered expression, so you let out a resigned sigh and lowered his hand.

But he surprised you.

His fingers opened up instead, laying delicately on the side of your jaw, his similar hold on the back of your neck still in place.

His thumb reached out to meet the corner of your lips, before tentatively, almost shyly, brushing over the centre of them.

He wanted more.

You were only too happy to oblige, lips raising into a delicate peak, placing a tender kiss to the pad of his thumb. Soon, he shifted, placing his index finger there instead. Then his middle. Each of his fingers tapped to your lips, and you made sure to place your affection on the tip of each one, giving in to the urge to smile.

He loved this.

You heard the tinned sound of a sigh before his fingers slipped away once again, soon followed by his reluctant leaning away.

He stood tall above where you sat, visor staying fixed on you. He was just looking. Just peaceful. You shone an easy smile, somehow both cosy and breathless from the moment.

His helmet turned towards the green being on your lap.

He blinked up at Din, and soon, a confused coo filled the cabin.

Din shrugged one shoulder. “You’ll get it when you’re older.” And with that, he settled back into the passenger seat, arms crossing over his chest. “Rest up,” he called, presumably to the pair of you. “We’ll touch down for fuel in six hours.”

Din’s bunk was the epitome of comfort. Cramped, yes. Warm, yes. Especially with two bodies. It’d easily become stuffy in there with the panel sealed while the pair of you shared his thin mattress, and you’d always wondered how he managed to keep his helmet on even in that environment. Or perhaps… He couldn’t feel the stuffiness because of the beskar. Or maybe… He was just always stuffy in there, used to closed air.

Your eyes raised from where you’d had them closed, cheek pressed to the chest of his flight suit to mimic sleep. Early mornings after a long, well-deserved sleep often came like this, and there was something so soul-healing about laying there to absorb his calm, peaceful presence before getting up for what would likely be another day of action.

Watching his visor for long moments, working out if he was still sleeping or looking back at you- it had become somewhat of a hobby. Sometimes, you had convinced yourself, if you looked hard enough, you could see the slightest shape beneath the vision slot of his helmet.

You weren’t sure if they were really there. But, in the dim light of the bunk, you could swear the bridge of his nose casted a shadow that caused a darker shadow inside the mask. His lashes were dark and long, and they fluttered slowly as his eyes closed in steady blinks, looking back at you with such leisure.

But then… Had you made that up?

You squinted, straining your eyes until you were sure— yes, you’d made it up. He was still sleeping.

But it didn’t hurt to imagine he had long lashes and a strong nose, perhaps even a strong brow to match. It didn’t hurt to imagine you could see the faintest outlines of the man you love.

Sated, you turned your cheek back to his chest, eyes falling closed to mimic his slumber. Or at least—

“Morning.”

— What you thought was slumber.

His voice was groggy in the modulator; that intimate morning voice. Deeper, softer than usual.

It brought a smile to your lips. “Morning, my love. You were awake?”

“I have been for a while.” His arm tightened snug around your body in his hold, half atop his. “I like to watch you wake up.”

A soft laugh. “Not creepy, hm?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Silence lapsed with his low tone. All was quiet. Not the whirring of the ship, not the sounds of the forest he’d landed the Crest in the clearing of. Only the delicate air of his breathing inside his mask, catching in the voice modulator so quietly that ordinarily, you wouldn’t be able to hear it.

The thought stirred a deep intimacy in your chest. No one else would get to hear this. No one else would get to lay with him like this, press against his armour-free body like this. You splayed a hand over the cloth of his chest, toes wiggling from an uncontainable contentment with how your leg rested over his. Not an ounce of beskar between the two of you.

But yet…

Gentle fingertips trailed upwards, over his upper chest, swirling delicate patterns in the creases of his fabric. Your eyes remained closed, focusing everything on him, the warmth that met your touch when you worked past the collar of the flight suit, meeting the skin of his neck.

It wasn’t the first time you’d touched him so. Of course, after this long together, you’d been intimate many a time-- You were both human, after all... But the helmet had always stayed on.

Your fingertips splayed over his throat, and it vibrated with his low hum.

It was no secret by now. He loved to be touched.

You could just imagine him there beneath the visor, eyes closed, brow relaxed. His face caught in a long moment of calm where it was often riddled with worry, or effort from the fighting. Bringing him such serenity like this was the least you could do for him, showing him that he’s loved. So, so loved.

Slowly, your touch crept just a little further up, seeking his jaw. But as your knuckles knocked the edge of his helmet, a gentle hand closed around your wrist in warning. He didn’t need to speak.

Your voice was the softest murmur. “I won’t take it off. Can I just- Feel you?”

He didn’t move, not for a while. You raised your eyes, peering up at him from where you were nestled in his chest, as if you could possibly read his facial expressions.

His hold eased, thumb lazily rubbing over your veins before letting go, and you found a buzz of warmth in your chest. He trusted you with his most precious boundary. Silently, you vowed to always protect that trust.

Delicate fingers worked upwards, feeling for hair from his chin. But, a soft gasp- There was no beard. The gentle prickle of cropped hairs caught your fingerprints as they swiped along his jaw, and you marvelled at it.

“You shave?” The words came out with a soft, amused breath of disbelief, eyes rounded in surprise. For some reason, it’d always made sense that he’d be bearded, long-haired. He had no reason to shave, knowing that no one would ever see, but now that you knew, it clicked.

Of course he’d shave. Din was a particularly thorough person, he was always driving himself forward to do a perfect job of his work: of course he’d take care of himself too.

“If it grows too long, it’s uncomfortable. Catches in the modulator.”

“Ah,” you hummed, brushing along the ridge of his jaw in the confined space. There was something about feeling his jaw move as he spoke, verifying that he really was human, really did have goings-on behind the mask that shielded him from the world. There wasn’t much room in there to move freely, only your fingers able to reach his face, but it was comfortable. You could feel the soft sway of his breath on your touch. “What colour is it?”

“Black. Brown, black.”

You hummed, eyes fixed on his visor lazily, though you weren’t really looking at him. You were visualising as you studied the contours of his lower face, mapping him out as best as you could in your mind, nails brushing through the stubble on his cheek. They trailed towards the corner of his lips, where you noticed the strands got longer. A moustache?

The smile that lifted your face was automatic, beaming at the realisation. You followed the direction of it, above his upper lip, soon finding a little sparse patch on his philtrum. Your eyes drifted closed, imagining the way it might feel to kiss him now that you knew this; how his facial hair would scratch your upper lip, your chin. Perhaps it would be almost sore on your skin if you kissed him long enough, hot enough--

His lips raised to press a real kiss to the centre of your fingers. Slow, shy, even a little clumsy.

A rich gasp pulled from your throat. It was electric to feel his lips on your skin, pressing the affection directly onto you, after these long years of going without.

You let your fingertips lower, finally feeling the shape of his lips, that subtle cupid’s bow as it raised into yet another peck, slow and tender against your touch. Your brows drew together, fighting the emotion that welled up in you, trying to make you cry. You weren’t all too sure why-- this was just- so much. It was so much, to feel him like this, to receive his first kisses like this. Something you’d never even imagined you could have.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured against your fingertips, tone almost a caress. His own fingers raised to brush at the corner of your eye. One must’ve slipped out.

You didn’t even know he was looking at you. Your lashes fluttered open, gaze meeting where you imagined his eyes would be. “I can’t help it,” you whispered. “You’re perfect.”

He’d lied to you. He’d massively, irrevocably, intentionally lied to you.

Your jaw ached from your grit teeth as you fought back angry fires in your heart, determined not to cry until you’d pulled your family safely off this forsaken, evil planet.

Din had been tasked with a mission of political undertones involving the spice market. He was masking as a bounty hunter to get information, so this time, the importance was in keeping the right people alive.

Of course, it didn’t work, and those people were now trying to kill you.

Your fingers trembled as you fought against the clock and the jolts of blasters firing at the ship to strap Grogu into his passenger seat. Your eyes were bleary, but you had to focus, secure him in safely. You wouldn’t take anyone’s safety for granted after this stupid stunt.

“Get her in the sky!” Din shouted up through the hatch, pushing his voice so loudly against the fighting and blasters below that it almost outgrew the modulator, his real voice peeking through.

Grogu’s sweet eyes peered up at you, giving a questioning gurgle. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, was probably terrified by it all, and even your demeanour on top of it, but you didn’t have time to explain.

“We need to go!”

You buckled the baby in tightly and fought your emotions to ruffle a quick hand atop his head, hoping to soothe him even a small degree before falling into the pilot’s seat, specifically buckling yourself in, and jamming the engine on with jerky movements.

The Crest resisted you, far too old and rickety by now to be good for quick getaways with a cold engine, but with some slow drags, turbulence from knocking through trees and extra laser blasts from below, she was finally in the air.

You heard the distinctive sound of fighting downstairs, someone being kicked off the ramp at an easy 400 feet altitude, and then the mechanical sound of the ship being closed off again.

The ladder creaked with Din’s climbing, and you didn’t look back to him as he collapsed into the other passenger seat, not ready to talk to him yet. You were still seething, and wouldn’t engage with him until you’d pulled up safely out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Long moments of quiet dragged by. He knew you by now. He didn’t need to see more than the square set of your shoulders to know that he shouldn’t speak yet unless he wanted to upset you more. That, and you still didn’t look at him even as the minutes neared a full hour, focused on getting to the nearest hyperspace route.

He glanced to Grogu, who sat there blinking, clueless as he could be. He must’ve known something was going on, even if he didn’t know what exactly Din had done.

Din reached a gloved hand out, petting lightly on the green boy’s head. He still didn’t speak.

Eventually, your frustrated fires ebbed into a more containable state, you shifted the Crest into light speed, and unbuckled your belt with a heaved sigh. “Downstairs, Din.”

You stood, instructed Grogu not to touch a thing, headed down the hatch, and pointedly avoided looking at Din the whole time.

The body of the ship was chaos. Lazed burns in everything the three of you owned, strewn across the floor and torn from the struggle. Clearly, he’d really had to put up a fight.

It was his own fault.

Boot on metal as he stepped onto the floor beside you. You finally looked at him.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was exhausted. It was in the way he held himself, the way his arms just hung there by his sides, strong shoulders visibly slouched to the trained eye.

You reeled on him. “Why didn’t you let me in on it?”

Silence.

“Less of that, Din. Speak to me, I need to understand.”

There was a pause before his voice came. Firm, but gentle, as if pointedly trying to keep the peace. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.” You pulled an upturned crate closer and planted yourself on it, trying to keep the buzz in your veins under control, but your tone was clipped nonetheless as you gestured to a crate nearby. “Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

He sighed and tugged the crate over, perched on the corner of it opposite you. His knees were parted and elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together as he thought through his facts. The best way to make you see that he’d done the right thing.

“I couldn’t tell you my true location because if you knew, your presence would have soiled the plan.”

“So you’re telling me I’m a hindrance.”

“No.”

“That’s certainly what it sounds like-”

“It needed full discretion to work. I’d told them-”

“I can keep fucking secrets, Din.”

“I know you can.”

“So you lied? Told me you were on the other side of town? How was I supposed to get to you if something went wrong?”

He sighed, his head dropping forwards in exasperation. “I told you to stay on the ship.”

“That’s not always possible. You know it’s not! Hunters still have fobs fixed onto Grogu, Din, there’s no escaping that!”

“I couldn’t have you interrupting or we’d all be dead. I’d told them I was alone- no, look at me.”

Your jaw was aching from how you grit your teeth as you forced yourself to look up at that visor, the weight of frustrated tears brimming at your waterline. You gave a small nod.

“Listen,” he started. “I’d told them I came alone. If you’d known my location, you would have interrupted.”

“To save your skin? Yeah, I would.”

“Exactly. We’d both be dead, and the hunters would take the kid.”

“You think I can take care of him without you? We don’t stand a chance without you around, Din.”

He paused. Quiet lapsed, and you had no idea what he was thinking. Sometimes, he really gave nothing away, and it was infuriating. He didn’t let you in. He would rarely open up to you about what was going on inside that beskar that hid everything from you. Everything.

Sometimes, you were sure you didn’t even know the man you were committed to. He held so much of the power in this setup. He knew everything about you, everything was done by his thinking, and yet he didn’t need to disclose much at all. He’d keep you in the dark about everything.

What he was feeling, what he was thinking… Hell, even when he smiled at you he kept it to himself. You’d grown to handle those, but this, actively lying to you. As if you couldn’t follow instructions. As if you couldn’t be trusted.

You sighed as the drops in your eyes welled up enough to fall over your cheeks. You pulled yourself off the crate and approached the ladder to the cabin, calling over your shoulder. “Go clean up or something,” you sniffled, “I need a minute away from you.”

The clang of footsteps behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey. Look at me.”

“I can’t, Din.”

“Why not?”

Such a simple question, such an impossible answer. You closed your eyes, struggling to pick out words that might illustrate what’s going on inside. The ache that sank your chest, that made your throat feel heavy with uncried frustrations. None of this was okay. Perhaps after you’d cooled down, you’d be able to see that mask as anything other than a barrier between you, that keeps him safe from your eyes. But for now, you couldn’t bare it. You scrambled to express it, but all you could let out was a strained “It hurts.”

Another moment of silence. Then, carefully, “What hurts?”

Clearly, he didn’t mean for his words to bring on the tidal wave of emotions and thoughts that you’d been keeping at bay.

“This, Din. All of this! Living in a ship, wondering if I’m gonna make it back in every time I step out of it, and not even being in on missions that risk your life! It’s like you’re cut off from me. Like we just live in the same space and I’m just there to entertain you. But it’s- it’s-!” You heaved a sigh, head buzzing with the force of the thoughts that were spilling out. They were so honest and raw from brewing for far too long. They must’ve been sharp as they came out, they must’ve hit him like a ton of bricks.

But of course, that damned beskar hid everything.

“It’s hard to be with a man who doesn’t trust me.”

For once, his voice rose. “I trust you more than anyone in the gal-!”

“You almost died because you didn’t trust me enough to let me in! You’d rather die than trust me!”

“That’s not how I-”

“That’s what your actions are telling me, Din. They always do. You never tell me what you’re thinking. I have to guess, but I can’t even read your fucking face. I live my life in question marks because you don’t even give me the option to-”

“You know I can’t show you my face.”

A deep breath left you, shaky and tired. So much pressure had alleviated in your head, like you’d finally emptied the contents of your mind onto a platter before him. And now that you could see it too, heard what you’d said, you felt almost ashamed for it.

Criticising the beskar was too far. That was his way of life, and had nothing to do with how he felt towards you. For sure, it was frustrating sometimes for you didn’t even know what your life partner looked like, but his culture was part of him. And you loved him.

“I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-- What are you doing?”

He reached by you to snatch some fabric from a nook, and he folded it into a long strip without so much as a word.

“I’m- I’m trying to apologise-”

“You don’t have to. How can you trust a man you can’t see, right? We’ve been together so long, and you still don’t know who I am.”

You were stunned beneath the guilt that crashed over you. He took your words in so deeply, and fed them back to you plainly. You could see how you must’ve hurt him, with sentiments like this.

Your eyes welled with tears again. Whatever had come over you had clearly wanted to hurt him, but that wasn’t you. Your thoughts were too chaotic to pinpoint, swarmed with hurt and pain that was only now built on by the fact that you’d treated him so terribly. You’d sworn to him long ago that you accepted his Mandalorian binds, loved them even, but you’d let them get in the way with one incident.

“Don’t cry,” he spoke, modulated voice gentle. “I’m- I’m understanding you.” A calloused thumb brushed along your outer lashes to pause any tears that wanted to fall. “Let me help.”

And there was darkness.

He tied his makeshift blindfold behind your head in a loose knot, keeping your eyes in darkness. “Din? What is this?”

He kept quiet, and you heard shifting, something being placed aside.

“Why do you never-”

You cut yourself off when his hands took your wrists and lifted them gently, until your palms splayed on his stubbled cheeks. He gave a long sigh, and you imagined he’d closed his eyes.

Your heart jolted. He was here before you, bare, no helmet. When he spoke, his voice rang out clear and pure, the true timbre of his voice without modulation.

“I said, I trust you more than anyone in the galaxy.” His face moved with his words beneath your touch. “I’d move planets for you.”

He left you breathless. You dove at the chance, fingers tracing over his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. It stood high and strong, just like you’d always imagined.

“This… This isn’t risky? I didn’t mean to offen-”

“You didn’t offend me. I know it’s hard, I feel it too.” He guided your hands to his lips, and he placed gentle kisses to your fingers.

The lump in your throat welled up again, your nose stinging from the tears that you tried to hold back. The thought of him struggling with his culture simply because he wanted to be close to you. “You do?”

“You know how many times I wanted to take it off? This seems… This is the best way. I’m not breaking any rules.”

You gave a watery, sniffly laugh. “This is the way?”

A hum of humour. “This is the way.”

You let your touch wander over his face, mapping it as well as you could. The curve of his eyelids, the strength of his browbone. He breathed softly, and you could feel the air on your palms as it pushed through.

You wove your fingertips into his hairline, pushing his locks back and bunching them up in your grasp behind his head. It was surprisingly long with unruly waves, and so, so soft.

He leaned in with a sigh until his forehead met yours, hands falling to their home on your waist.

And before you knew it, his lips were on yours. His warm, sweet lips fit perfectly against yours, and your head spun. It was so much, feeling him so close after nearly losing him, arguing with him, and your first kiss in the long years of being his. The first actual kiss.

He was unsure and clumsy in his affection, a little hesitant.

Clearly, this was his first one ever.

You let a hand trail to his jaw, guiding with a gentle touch. He soon settled in, became more confident in his kiss, even if it was still clumsy.

And it was perfect. The determined nibbles to your lips, the soft scratch of his moustache on your upper lip, the way he tugged you closer even as you were pressed against the ladder.

When it finally slowed to a stop, he murmured softly, so much closer than he’d ever been. The sound reached deep inside your mind to soothe your soul and make you crave more of his kiss. “I won’t ever treat you like that again. I’ll give you full disclosure of my missions, every single one. Alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed, breathless and flustered, “On one condition.”

“Hm?” He was clearly lost in this touch, so starved for so long, and it showed in his voice. He was utterly entranced with this new feeling, someone else’s fingers on his skin, words the last thing on his mind.

“We do this more often.”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, nose nudging on the tip of yours. “Deal.”

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cerastes · 2 months

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When Schwarz was new did people complain about her being too overpowered?

See, I've had this ask for two days, and I wanted to have a good chance to sit down and answer it properly, because it's a good springboard into something I find interesting, the zeitgeist back then and how it has evolved into current, modern Arknights. Let's do a little retrospective.

No, that didn't happen. As to why it didn't happen, well, there's a few factors, the first of which being Schwarz is not overpowered, she's a character with very evident flaws and very evident strengths, and these were, depending on the player, immediately understood or not really considered in depth.

See, Schwarz was the fourth 6* released after launch -- After Skadi, Ch'en, and Magallan, in that order -- and the absurd powerhouses back then were all launch Operators and arguably Ch'en: SilverAsh, Eyja, and Exusiai were the most popular back then, with Ch'en being a conditional potent burst damage dealer (her S2M3 was her main selling point, being an instant helidrop burst of damage that also hit air units). Schwarz was in a place similar to Ch'en in that she was conditional in how she blasted things; she has superior firepower but poor, strict range for a Sniper (back then, we had no such thing as categorized archetypes, so we just came up with nicknames, like "duelists" for what are now Dreadnoughts, "Schwarz-types" for Heavyshooters, "Enmity Guard" for Musha, and many others), and if you wanted to use her big killer skill, S3, she was only going to have a straight line worth of range to hit things.

See, the thing is, being strong wasn't an 'issue' back then. We wanted more and stronger units so we could break the monotony of SilverAsh swish swish, Eyja Volcano Hour, and Warfarin's Apple Pie Combo. A monotony that wasn't a monopoly, mind you, because it definitely wasn't the sole end way to deal monstrous amounts of damage and tackle hard content -- I myself was a dedicated Specter, Saria, and Angelina user -- but it was what practically all guide makers and tier lists suggested. Either way, the demand for Cool Strong New Units was definitely healthy back then, ESPECIALLY by the time of Schwarz' release, since Skadi and Magallan had been rather disappointing for 6*s; Skadi was the sole Abyssal Hunter buff that existed back then (Guard Specter had no Module, thus, no AH Buff), and without Modules or other AH buffs, all she could do was basically S2 Helidrop to kill something or use her S3 probably once per stage to become a raid boss and then sort of just stand there, offering nothing that other units couldn't since things back then were patently not strong enough to need her, as her 3* equivalent, Melantha, was pretty much enough to deal with anything that required a Dreadnought specifically, and you had other, stronger options that did more than JUST deal with strong enemies if a bomb of Skadi's caliber was needed, while Magallan suffered the unfortunate fate of being an early Summoner in a game where super instant DPS came free with your Xbox, leading to the vast majority of people to not really want to learn to play around her expensive Deployment Slot costs and dynamic gameplay, which also necessitated Mastery investment to put out numbers, investment that was not easy to make back then, as Masteries were something you REALLY rationed.

Another very important part as to why Schwarz didn't have to deal with this was because she was the only one of her type. She was a new way to play back then, so no one felt their favorite was threatened; Schwarz and Exusiai filled very different roles, with Exusiai being able to wreck high HP low DEF enemies with ease (which was basically 95% of enemies back then, notably All Bosses Except Big Bob, who has a DEF of 800) while Schwarz had HUGE chunky single hits that were meant to squash enemies even if their DEF was huge, but who ultimately would have less DPS than Exusiai in most cases. What's more, you would use Schwarz in plenty of set-ups anyways because she brought DEF Shred with her kit. People celebrated Schwarz back then because not only was she a cool new unit type, she could bring value to pretty much all sorts of parties with Physical damage, in a way that another unit I've omitted so far could for Arts damage, the support powerhouse of the early, mid, and modern game, throughout the years: Saria.

I make the specific comparison with Exusiai because eventually, the zeitgeist would change: Ash, from the R6S collab, made waves because she was strong, but also because it seemed like she'd steal away Exusiai's place as the Fast Shooter DPS Wrecker Supreme. Time would go on to prove that, no, she would not do that, because Ash is more of a Burst damage unit compared to Exusiai, with immense damage tied to a shorter window and the Stun condition, while Exusiai's DPS window isn't contingent on anything except "Does she do real damage or chip damage". But that was an early sign of things to come: Upstaging.

The initial fears of very strong units had more to do with "this unit is powercreeping an older unit" more than anything. Powercreep is inevitable, doubly so in gacha games where they gotta sell you the PNGs one way or another, and I'll always argue that Arknights has been incredibly good with handling powercreep compared to its peers (and just, as a game in general), but again, it's inevitable, so you end up with situations like Degenbrecher existing and Doctor Manhattan Exploding Ch'en and Irene right into niche uses (Ch'en nowadays being at her best as a support sub-DPS with her Module allowing for great party Offensive/Defensive SP charging, while Irene still has her powerful S1/S2/S1 loop combo with Dorothy) or, you know, Texas the Pale and Yato In A Fur Bikini completely obliterating Phantom out of the face of Terra.

All of this, in my opinion and perception, holds true nowadays: When a unit of a new archetype or playstyle releases and they are very strong, you only hear few people complaining about them being very strong, but when a unit could possibly powercreep an older unit, especially an older favorite, that number increases exponentially. Of course, creatures like Wisadel, Degenbrecher, and Ling exist, which blow other units out of the water entirely, and you've also had units like Surtr or Mlynar who aren't really directly powercreeping any specific units as much as powercreeping entire roles and concepts.

Arknights also does have more content creators now, which I also think worsens matters because they have an obligation and a blood oath to the algorithm to always make a video that goes something like "NEW OPERATOR EXTREMELY BROKEN?????" with a crappy clickbait thumbnail and since [GRUMP ALERT] most Arknights players hate thinking for themselves and love looking at The Content Creator to form their opinions on whether Unit Is Strong Or Not [/GRUMP ALERT], these sentiments, whether legitimate or not, tend to flare up more often. By the way, that's also not a good idea, because everyone thought Gnosis was an easy skip back when he released, and then it turned out Gnosis was cracked, and a shitload of CN players regretted not rolling for him, so hey, sometimes this does result in pretty funny things to occur, as it were.

But yeah, this has been a little retrospective of the zeitgeist throughout the years.

#long post #arknights #schwarz

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A Space-Themed Trinkets List for TTRPGs

Exactly what it says on the tin. Roll a d100 or choose from the following list of space-themed trinkets for your character to have with them:

01-02. A tattoo showing the galactic coordinates of your homeworld.

03-04. A sheared metal bolt from a spacewalk tether mounting unit.

05-06. A frayed cloth patch torn from your old uniform when you left.

07-08. A small display case containing soil samples from every planet you’ve visited.

09-10. The last vacuum-sealed bar of a discontinued line of rations that you’re keeping as half collector’s item and half item of last resort.

11-12. A small holo-unit that projects an image of your parents.

13-14. A poster showing a luxurious pleasure resort that you’ve never had the money to visit.

15-16. A small chip of a reddish mineral that glows in the dark that you have no idea of the origins of.

17-18. A small holo-unit that you bought in a junkshop near the spaceport and that purports to show a partially-corrupted map to a hollowed-out treasure asteroid.

19-20. A portable lamp that mimics the sunlight and day cycle of your homeworld.

21-22. A chunk of rock from the first asteroid you helped mine.

23-24. A metal box containing a horrific lump of congealed engineering fluids that you found on an inspection and are keeping partly as an example but mostly out of curiosity.

25-26. A strange metal object bearing a weird greenish symbol on one surface that you found on an otherwise completely uninhabited asteroid.

27-28. The smashed remnants of a medical scanner from your first, ill-fated mission.

29-30. A collection of tiny bottles of the weirdest alcohols you could find on various worlds you’ve visited.

31-32. A picture of you and your old crew in a protective sleeve.

33-34. A bio-locked address book containing the contact details of friendly faces in the various spaceports you frequent.

35-36. A holo-unit showing a person you don’t know that you salvaged from the personal quarters of a derelict ship.

37-38. An electronic portable library of choice reading material to keep you company on long hauls.

39-40. A really cool jacket that you bought with your first pay check and like to wear for shore leave.

41-42. An ‘emergency depressurisation kit’ that consists of a grappling hook and a canister of ‘sprayable oxygenated face mask’ that you bought from a shady guy at a spaceport and have no idea if they’re functional or not.

43-44. A medical pass granting you permission to leave the quarantine zone around your homeworld.

45-46. A disabled distress beacon from your escape pod fifteen years ago.

47-48. An inert and cracked AI core module that you really weren’t supposed to have taken from that derelict ship.

49-50. A ‘lucky coin’ you won in a game on leave that your opponent seemed weirdly upset to lose.

51-52. Your grandmother’s lucky bone-handled knife from when she used to be part of the distant exploration corps. She never told you what type of bone it was.

53-54. Your trusty environmental scanner that is four models out of date but has never failed you yet.

55-56. A tiny metal disc that a weird guy once paid you for a job with, which if pressed to your skin somehow perfectly regulates the temperature of the air in your vicinity to your preferences by no visible means. It works on every planet with an atmosphere that you’ve been on so far.

57-58. A beautifully carved spice chest containing spices from your homeworld, for when you’re feeling homesick. It’s been getting really hard to restock it out here.

59-60. A disabled registration chip from the labour camp that you kept after escaping, even though it would be a really stupid thing to have on you if you’re ever back in that sector of space.

61-62. A tiny bag of glittering micro-crystals from the surface of a moon. Worthless, but so pretty.

63-64. A canister of engineering lubricant that you are literally never without.

65-66. A tattoo of a series of unknown symbols that you and your buddies from your old military unit got after a particularly hellish mission. None of you took any pictures of the lab you found them in, but somehow all of you remembered them perfectly.

67-68. A portable mining lamp your dad ‘borrowed’ when they decommissioned the old colony. The batteries on this thing are incredible, as they haven’t run out nearly 55 years later.

69-70. A seashell from the first time you ever saw an ‘ocean’ after growing up in space.

71-72. A portable personal forcefield that only stops rain, from the first time you experienced ‘weather’ and decided you didn’t like it very much.

73-74. The helmet of a spacesuit that has clearly been partially melted through by some sort of acidic substance and which you refuse to answer questions about.

75-76. An object which you found in a junk bin at a salvage yard and which no one you’ve ever met has been able to identify.

77-78. A single live seed in a viability canister that everyone who leaves your homeworld is given to take with them.

79-80. A religious pamphlet that some nutjob on the hub station gave you. It’s got some seriously weird and somewhat apocalyptic stuff in there, but for some reason you haven’t thrown it away yet.

81-82. A well-read, second-hand copy of ‘Myths of Hyperspace: A Collection of Spacer Tales’ that you bought for funsies and totally don’t believe in, no sir.

83-84. A collection of antique medical equipment that your old captain gave to you, for reasons you aren’t entirely sure of.

85-86. An unlabelled collection of beautiful music recordings you found in a spaceport, and which you’ve been idly trying to identify ever since.

87-88. A dataset of sightings, speculation and other information regarding a mysterious ship that has been seen on and off for the last fifty years by gas miners and illegal racers in the clouds of your gas giant homeworld, and which you’ve been obsessed with since you caught what might have been a glimpse of it yourself.

89-90. A ring gene-locked to your lost partner that will never come off your finger.

91-92. A tiny realistic-looking but robotic animal that was the only type of pet allowed on your company’s spaceships.

93-94. A bottle of extremely heavy-duty and almost definitely expired anti-nausea medication that you kept from your first shuttle ride into space.

95-96. A dog-eared magazine containing a two-page spread of the most beautiful spaceship you’ve ever seen in your life, and which you’ve sworn to yourself that you will one day own.

97-98. A corporate logo of the company that left your colony to die, torn off the side of one of the cheap delivery crates full of useless equipment that they supplied.

99-100. A recording of a garbled and unintelligible transmission one of your old buddies sent you, and which you’ve only kept because they vanished not long afterwards. There’s a weird sound that keeps repeating in the background, but you don’t know what it is.

#ttrpgs #science fiction #space #trinkets #i love trinkets as a character building option #what weird item do you have that tells a story about you?#trinket tables

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Night One - The Encounter

Chapter One of Nights in Coruscant

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The Senator and the Mandalorian have a harrowing first meeting. When the dust settles, she invites him to her home as thanks. The Senator has another agenda.

Warnings: implied sexual activity, sex work, minor violence, a little blood, a knife, money for services, mention of loss and grief, Nerdie tried to understand Coruscant levels and such

Word Count: about 2.6k

Notes: I've had the idea for this one for a while. Why? Horny reasons and stuck a plot in the middle. This is how I write now.

Main Masterlist/ Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) Masterlist / AO3 Link

More credits lost, almost there but never quite hitting the right bundle of flesh within her to bring out an orgasm. The woman pays for the two hours spent with three different gentlemen, she’d bought their time to please her and it was to no avail. She comes here alone because she knows her driver would informs anywhere she goes and anything she does to her opposition. Such is the way of politics as a senator.

The night air is cool against her skin as she steps onto the street. Few are out this time of night as it’s the wee hours of the morning. At times it can be difficult to tell in at night but the lights from the buildings paint such an elegant picture. One that she imagines represents the current climate, those who focus on the unreachable and abstract in the stars and those who focus on things that can change affecting people’s lives, the lights.

She doesn’t notice either man approaching her with a knife and the other with a blaster, by the time she does, it’s too late and they have hands on her. For a short time as the one with the blaster was shot and killed. The man with the knife was punched by the senator and she used his own knife to stab him. Curious who saved her, she doesn’t recognize his form, shrouded in the shadows of the building. He’s tall and so still she may think him a statue he hasn’t spoke, “Are you alright ma’am?”

Still holding the knife, she lowered it and nodded, “Yes thanks to you. May I know your name to thank you? I can’t see you very well there, could you step forward?” Taking two steps toward him, she stopped three feet before the shadows from the building obscured him. Heavy boots and what sounded to be metal clinked with his steps. His armor was the answer, he wouldn’t need to really tell her. Silver that reflected the moonlight with a t-visor helmet and a modulated voice. None of his skin was exposed, covered in a mix of brown metal and durable cloth and a black cape at his back. Hints of silver dotted his armor from different pieces and from his weapons. Those are a major tenant of their culture - their beliefs.

Beskar comprises the entirety of his armor: The Mandalorian. Wait, pure beskar was gray or silver in color, right? Most of his armor is not. A type of beskar alloy is more likely. Of all people to come to her aid it would be him. Wait, it could be an opportunity. At the very least, have a cordial relationship with him. He’s feared throughout the galaxies for his battle prowess. Helpful considering her current predicament.

“I take this to mean you’re not injured then ma’am.” His tone remains flat, or it could be his helmet. That would take some adjustment. He also did not answer with a name, it will be odd to keep calling him a title but that’s the only option.

“No I am not. I am Senator Sola Adhara. Again thank you for saving me. I might be presumptuous in asking but could you escort me to my home? It appears to be a poor time to go home alone.” The little she knows of Mandalorian culture dictates not only the head to toe armor but directness. If she can get home to agree, she can work from there.

The tilt of his helmet at least tells her he’s thinking about it, it won’t be an outright no maybe. A few people have gathered due to the bodies but are quickly shooed away from the pleasure house she’d just left. With a nod to the staff, they took the bodies around the back of the building. She was aware the Mandalorian saw and grew worried that it may inspire him to reject her.

“It appears it would be best if I did. Where is your home Senator Adhara?” With the question, he rests his right forearm on his blaster at his side. His stance is somewhat relaxed but ready just in case.

“I’ll ordered a car to arrive momentarily upon my exit of the establishment earlier. It should be here soon. We can speak more there Mandalorian. And please,” the Senator turns to him and asks for something else, “please call me at Mrs. Adhara. Not ma’am. It makes me feel like a professor or teacher. I fear I would not make a good one.”

With a shrug and another few steps, the bounty hunter is at her side with a low chuckle. “Of course Mrs. Adhara, as you request.”

‘An odd pair for pickup,’ the driver of the car thinks as he stops confirms with a staff member quickly emerges from the lobby. The senator gets in fist followed by the Mandalorian and the vehicle ascends to join the guided pathways of the sky until arriving at their destination: the senator’s home.

He expects to be sent away which is why the car is told to wait, but the Senator looks back at him, beckoning him to follow her with her nails that he notices now are painted red. The warrior did not think she was serious in her statement to speak more to him at her home, now he sees it was just not to speak in front of the driver, despite him likely to be associated with the establishment she exited. He knows it well, visited it himself when his needs and credits aligned. Shaking his head at the driver, he waves him off and he leaves. His strides keep two paces behind hers. He can still follow her, allow her some space and survey his surroundings for possible vantage points and escape routes. There’s not many as the walkway leads directly into her home and once inside there are three large windows on the far side of the condo. The room appears to be the living room, opulent with its golden and bronze tones.

“Mandalorian. I have another request and I will give you a thousand credits for seeing me safely home. Give me a few moments. You’re welcome to sit or continue to rest on your feet.” The smile he received from over her shoulder is one that he knows well: her request likely carnal in nature. It was a fair possibility given the building she came out of, not like the bounty hunter hadn’t dabbled in sex work. When jobs were few and far between, he needed to be able to feed himself and contribute to his coven. He was only considering it because the sway of Mrs. Adhara’s wide hips he can grab and that a connection with a senator could benefit Mandalorian in the long run or at the very least him.

When she emerged from her bedroom, he assumed that’s why she had one smaller bag and one larger one. She also was wearing a shorter emerald gown with a black silk robe, exposing her thick caramel legs. The senator’s previous garb was a floor length royal blue dress that covered her from the neck down. It had truly been a feat of her skill that she was able to take the knife off her one assailant and stab him, getting minimal blood on herself. Her delicate steps stuck to the floor as she approached him and stood two feet away from him.

“This is the thousand credits that I owe you for tonight. This other bag contains five times the credits and…” Adhara placed the smaller bag in the Mandalorian’s open palm and opened the large one to remove the true prize. His hand stowed the credits and his opposite hand drew his blaster, pointing it at her forehead. She cleared her throat and swallowed the little saliva she had in her mouth and did not take a stride forward or back. Remaining still was her only option at this point. It was a risk she was willing to take as beskar is sacred to those who follow The Creed as his people call it. By all rights, Adhara should not have possession of such a rare metal. “I understand your anger and anticipated reluctance at even hearing my proposal. If you hear me out and still refuse, I will give you this piece.” The metal is cool in her hand despite holding it and her gaze with his t-visor.

“You can call me Mando instead of Mandalorian Mrs. Adhara, I will listen, but bear in mind the importance of that metal. I assume you are offering it because you already know.” His hand remains on his blaster and she continues to remain still. He nods his helmet in her direction for her to begin. Adhara inhales and exhales slowly.

”My proposal for both the beskar and five thousand credits, would be for you to be my bodyguard in the evenings periodically. Obviously due to your profession, I would not expect you nightly or even weekly. We would just communicate when you are near the capital for a possible rendezvous. If you are open to it, Mando.” Her explanation is along the lines of what he thought she might ask, but he’s curious as to why.

“Mrs. Adhara, why would you ask this of me? I know the place I just escorting you from and I take it your husband is aware of-“

“My husband is no longer alive. He has not been for five years now. I still do carry his last name since it affords me many privileges, sadly none of those have been orgasms.” For the first time since Mando has had the barrel of his gun trained on her, she looks away. Her lips quiver saying it aloud. It’s not like her husband succeeded every time either, but it was much more often than she was getting at the pleasure houses. Exhaling again she turned to face the Mandalorian once more with her chin held high, “I may be a widow, but that does not mean I am not entitled to pleasure. I shouldn’t need to remarry to experience it, nor should it elude me if I am going to a place for that specific reason.” She took a step forward and left a few inches between her head and Mando’s weapon. “Call me Sola, Mando. That’s my name, not attached to my family or my husband. Just mine.”

The bounty hunter lowered his weapon and put it back in his holster. “Miss Sola then, why would you ask this of me? I am certain I am not your first choice for such a proposal.” His visor spies the beskar and looks back at her eyes. She appears to be serious in her request, but he needs to understand fully why. She isn’t wrong to desire pleasure, most do, but why ask such a thing from him? He’s a Mandalorian, often referred to as ‘the Mandalorian,’ his armor does often make a target, but this is a first. Turning his right knee outward and placing a hand on his hip, Mando’s curiosity has not been fully satisfied.

Able to relax somewhat now that a gun is not in her face, Sola puts the beskar back in the bag heavy with the credits, now holding it at her side. “I had considered asking this of others, but considering my career and limited social circle, the chance that someone would either see me with whoever I would ask or the person themselves would be too chatty if given enough to drink to loosen their lips.” One more step puts her toe to toe with her quarry. “You are beholden to the one who you accept your job from, therefore, it’s a reasonable expectation that you shouldn’t mention the true nature of our arrangement. Just say you’re my bodyguard in the evenings for my travels. We may need to go on an outing or two to keep that guise up. Your answer Mando.”

The Mandalorian appreciates not only her honesty but that she has actually planned how such an arrangement will go. He sees no reason to refuse, beskar and a large amount of credits, there is one question he has. “I agree. Will this be the payment each meeting or will it depend on performance?” The low rumble of a modulated chuckle has Sola cross her arms, he watches her full lips curve upward into a smile.

”Is that a concern for you Mando, that you may not be able to give me a performance that warrants such payment?” The clear implication has Mando place both hands on his hips and shake his helmet. “I have a few contacts I can reach out to in the lower levels to see what they can gather for me in terms of beskar if given some time and sufficient incentive.” Sola extends her hand for Mando to shake, unusual as normally such things are just verbal, but everything about this situation and the senator herself draws him in. He shakes her hand and keeps a hold of it, deepening his tone.

“The only concern you will have is acquiring the beskar I earn by making you unable to speak Miss Sola. I shall be in the city for the next two days. Do you want me both nights or just one?” His gloved thumb strokes the back of her hand as he watches her eyes dilate with anticipation. Adhara’s breath hitches as she squeezes his hand. Mando reaches to her side and cups the weighty sack of coin and beskar, she releases it and while pulling it back, he uses two fingers to graze her thigh. The leather causes her to make a low rumble. “It is your choice, given I am beholden to you after all Senator.”

“One night, tomorrow night. We will see how it works between us, Mando.” Sola releases his hand and exchanges comm IDs for communication for tomorrow. Watching his cloak flourish as he turned to leave, he did not look back as a deal had been made. The senator poured herself a strong drink and gulped the liquified down, feeling it burn her throat and chest with each swallow. Despite her reservations about the idea, she was certain he would at least provide more of a thrill than others she’s sought out. He even used her own words to entice her, Adhara is aware she’s playing a dangerous game. That makes it even more worthwhile.

The Mandalorian leaves to return to his lodgings he was able to secure for the night, managing to get a fairly priced room in the level 3000 of Coruscant. There are no bright lights here, the streets are filthy and littered with a few bodies that he saw scavengers picking off items that they could sell. At the very least, there was an air filter in his room. The stench of the stagnant air was getting to him as he made his way back to lay his head down. Storing the money safely, he’d earn more and make his way back to the coven with the beskar. Tomorrow he would see if the good senator could in fact acquire more beskar, he may even be able to have her tell him who the contact is. Likely someone in the very underworld he finds himself in. I have a plan, no point in trying to change what I can’t. Best I rest up for tomorrow. I’ll need more patience for the bodyguard role than for her bed. Closing his eyes, the Mandalorian rests, aware of the challenges that await him tomorrow evening.

Peeps who have those credits in the bag 💰: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @gwendibleywrites @604to647

@rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot @alltheglitterandtheroar @bishtrouille @readingiskeepingmegoing

@survivingandenduring @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere

Night Two - The Bodyguard

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x ofc #a Nerdie series #Nerdie fic #Nights in Coruscant #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic

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Can you tell us anything about how CT can be used to find small foreign bodies that may not have a density massively dissimilar from the body they're lodged in? The specific example in this case: Dog is going for a CT to look for a potential cat claw tip lodged in the face that is causing repeated abscesses.

Oooh! That's an interesting one.

TL;DR: there will probably be goo around the claw. We can see goo. If there is no goo and the claw is lodged in soft tissue, the amount of radiation attenuated by the claw and the soft tissue will be distinct enough for us to see. If the claw is lodged in bone and has a similar density, we will still be able to see it, but we will have to modulate the way we read the images, which will cause no extra dose to your poor doggo!

First off, we'll look for any anomalies in the surrounding tissue. Soft tissue might fully envelop a foreign object, but we still expect to see some sort of reaction - i.e., a granuloma, which can either absorb some organic foreign bodies (very freaky! very cool! you can 'eat' splinters that get stuck under your skin!) or encyst them in a capsule-like shield to cut them off from the rest of the body.

All my pictures are gonna be of humans because I know 0 about doggy CT... sorry...

Image courtesy of radiopedia

So, in the above pic, the arrows point to a surgical clip that went walkabout in the body, and wound up encapsulated! How cool is that!

But generally speaking... If the claw is lodged in soft tissue, it will be easy to spot.

The way CT works is, we see how much radiation can penetrate through each separate point within the person/pooch who's lying in the scanner's central bore. These different penetration levels are mapped onto a scale to describe radiodensity, known as the Hounsfield scale, with '0' being water, '-1000' being air, and '+1000' typically being bone.

The gathered values are then composited using greyscale (and. a very funky process that I do NOT have time to get into here but ask me about sinogram tomography later) to create images across three dimensions, with fluid being middling grey (depending on its content), air being black, and bone being white.

So, the claw will show up clearly as a different density to soft tissue, especially if it's surrounded by oedema. It should appear significantly brighter (attenuates more radiation) while the oedema will be darker (attenuates less radiation).

However, if the claw is lodged in bone and there happens to be minimal oedema and no telltale damage to the periosteum (the membranous sheathe around the bone) ... we would have to use a funky technique called windowing!

Image courtesy of radiopedia

Here's an example of windowing, using a human head. As you can see, the 'bone window' completely blocks out all soft tissue detail in the brain, but shows a lot more detail - i.e., trabecular patterns and mastoid cells! - within the bone.

Basically, there can be almost infinite Hounsfield units, depending on what you want to look at (if you're looking at, like, titanium, we'll be talking a RIDICULOUSLY HIGH Hounsfield number!) But the human eye can only see approximately

Image courtesy of a basic bitch google search

This is where windowing comes in! We can choose a certain point within the Hounsfield scale at which to generate a new image, focusing on one particular type of material. This is what makes CT so versatile!

If the claw is a subtly different density to the bone, it may not show up on a regular CT image. But by using a 'bony window' that selects a span of Hounsfield units to look at, right up towards the +1000 end of the scale, we can focus on the bone in far more detail, cutting out all extraneous soft tissue. This should give us a good idea of what's going on!

As a fun extra fact - windowing will not up the radiation dose to your poor pooch in any way. In CT, all we need to do is take a single 'picture', which compiles all the radiodensity info about our patient (be they bipedal or otherwise). We can then play around in 'post-production', so to speak, to our heart's content, producing different variations on the same image using windowing! Very nifty trick. :)

I hope that somewhere amidst my extensive rambling, I answered your question! And I hope that doggo gets better soon!

#radiography #radiology #ct scan #medblr #medicine #studyblr

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I went through a midnight binge on your superhero deli au and its so good!!!! i would love to know more ab a lot of thing but first thisngs frist!

1- In the junior superhero program i was wondering how are the kids? i want to know more ab Juana, Tilin, Trump & Bobby and their day to day life or just simply their powers lol

2- I love the whole schtick w Vegetta being Lobo Nocturno!!!! funny shit we love that.

3- What kinda taco shop does roier work at its important!! (/j)

4- Is Slimecicle a Villain? are he an Mariana partners in crime similar to Philza and Missa?

5- FRENCH SNIPER LETS GOOOOO fucking love pomme shes so cool. I also need to know ab Etoiles what is that man doing, he must be upto something,,,,

6- Wilbur a Federation Sanctioned rock star lol? on a federation sponsered world tour? or just a rehgular guy?

7- Quackity my wet cat where are yoou???? Is Elquackity involved too? twins? one a villain and another hero? or not at all?

8- are you thinking of integrating the newer members? migth be a hastlr tbh but its a cool though

9- Cellbit's powers are pretty inch identyfy and modulate fear right? that is so fucking cool dude id never woulve though als any thoughts of bringing his whole "not a cat" bit from the server?

i thonk thats all of my midnig ramblings so far if i think of any more at a amore decent hour ill let you know

muah besitos x repsonder msi preguntas saluditos chayito tqm

Okay, long post!

Here's a few posts I've already made on the kids: - Arrival - Qualifications - Names - Abilities Other than that, they kinda just do... hero things. They do go to school at the FoH headquarters- basically homeschooling tbh. But they do patrols and they go out on fights and it's dangerous. They aren't usually all friends because it's a very competitive environment, so it's usually pretty lonely. Either your teammates hate you or they're dead.

Yeah lol, he's an alien prince and he will Not go back home now that he's got a family

Full disclosure, I've never even had a taco before so I didn't even know there are different types of taquerias, but the one Roier works at is lowkey his? Like his dads are rich af so they bought it for him as a birthday present when he turned 18, but he was like "Dads nooooo I wanna make my own way in the world!" so he works as a server and cook and lets other people take care of the business side of things. Is it practical? Considering he's also Spider-Man, it works for him! 4. So Charlie is kinda nothing, but he's been heading down a steady path towards villainy since his daughter, Flippa, was taken from him and put into the Junior Hero Program. He can't control when he Geggs out, though, so he kinda just sits in a sewer and mopes. Meanwhile Mariana was so bad at being a hero that the FoH literally kicked him out, and now he's also. In a sewer missing his daughter. But tbh the two of them will probably end up as partners in crime as soon as Charlie figures out how to purposefully Gegg all over the place 5. Etoiles joined the FoH entirely willingly because he fully and totally just legitimately wants to protect the city. But he lowkey hates everyone in the FoH and is like two seconds away from quitting and turning to vigilante-ing because he knows that the entire system is corrupt. But he wants to keep his daughter safe, too, so he's waiting to quit until she's just a bit older. Then they can be the father-daughter vigilante duo they've been planning to be since Pomme was, like, three 6. Wilbur is a rock star who can make flowers appear out of thin air, and his ability is so useless that the FoH can't even use him as a spokesman for the organization. All he does is make pretty flowers for his daughter and leave to go on tour, but that's fine, everyone loves him, anyway 7. So Quackity and his identical twin brother ElQuackity don't speak to each other. Quackity is an ordinary dude working at a coffee shop downtown with a shapeshifting ability that he uses exclusively for pranks and bullying. Meanwhile ElQ is a former villain who was "reformed" by the FoH. He works for them now, and he's the guy in charge of the Junior Hero Program: Dr. Duck, how scary 8. Yeah! Everybody's real in this au! I don't think any of them except Tubbo and Mouse and Bagi and maybe Willy and Rivers would ever appear in a proper big role because the story would focus on Cellbit and Roier and the people they know and work with yk? 9. Nope, nothing with the cat stuff this time. I'm focusing more on what the actual q!Cellbit is like in this au, what with the literal fear rooms and the spooky vampire castle and the fact that he's out here calling himself a vampire lol

#asks!#deli superhero au #that was a lot! i hope i answered your questions!

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hiiiiiiiiii asking on anon cause my blog for this is a secondary blog ( @hic-hic-dreams )

i saw star trek in your intro update thingy and omg another trekkie in here!!!

any headcannons or stuff? your pick anything!

i personally think Data is fascinated with hiccups and has tried to imitate them before, and that spock is the only recorded vulcan to ever hiccup cause biology

(I realize I haven't filtered this as I have other fandom musings. I suppose the Star Trek fandom is so big and weird that I don't think this'll make a fingerprint regardless of the weird kink it muses on. But, normally, I do request for fandom asks to be filtered with either periods or slashes in the words and character names. I'm throwing caution to the wind with this one, I guess. Let's see what happens. One I started writing about it I couldn't stop.)

Oooooooh.

So I do have a headcannon about Data. I think at least once there has been an internal dysfunction in Data's respiratory/cooling system or circuitry that has created a hiccup-type phenomenon.

I believe in an episode someone asks (possibly Bashir) why Data breathes. It's stated that even though he doesn't require oxygen he uses breathing as a cooling method to keep his inside mechanisms from overheating. I assume Soong (as he was obsessed with mimicking human biology) created this system in a similar way as a respiratory system. Data possibly has a muscle-like structure that mimics a diaphragm and connects with his chest via comparable intercostal muscles to create the breathing simulation so it can be convincing and not startling for humans to watch.

I'm not sure how Data's hiccups would sound as the air is gasped and brought through his voice modulator (as opposed to vocal cords), but I imagine the hiccups would have similar if not identical motions and cadence and unexpectedness as human hiccups. Data's reaction might range from fascinated to something similar to frustration when he attempts to speak for long periods of time.

A cure would probably require some sort of reboot of that specific system leaving him vulnerable to overheating for a time. But the hiccup spell would probably not affect his temperature too much unless they came too quickly.

As far as Spock is concerned, I think he would be more prone to hiccups than other Vulcans. But I suspect even Vulcans aren't immune. Any being with something similar to a diaphragm can develop a spasm or nerve miscommunication. Vulcans might have learned greater control over their parasympathetic systems, but no control is perfect 100% of the time no matter what Vulcans say to outsiders.

I do wonder whether Vulcans would find hiccups to be an indication of a lack of control or whether hiccups are so logically benign that it wouldn't be an issue. I suppose if the hiccups are emotional in nature they'd be more inclined to take offense or be disgusted.

I think Spock is such a perfectionist in being a Vulcan that any deviation in that perfect façade is much more offensive. His hiccups probably tend to hurt because when they're hard to get rid of he holds them in, even though it's not logical.

Do Cardassians hiccup, though? With their biology is their breathing mechanism still closely related to that of amphibians or lizards? Does that mean they hiccup more or less?

Did Odo get a case when he was biological for some time?

Are there any alien races that find hiccups to be a positive aspect?

There was a Star Trek novel I once read that, quite unexpectedly, featured hiccups. Picard was talking to a Trill who was paired with a symbiote. The Trill contracted hiccups and seemed to be quite uncomfortable. He considered going to the med bay to seek a cure if they didn't stop soon.

When Picard queried as to why such an extreme measure was necessary for something seemingly innocuous (not in a rude way but in a curious way) the Trill responded something like, "Imagine if you were being bounced violently around every few seconds as the environment you were in spasmed around you."

As he was connected with the symbiote and the symbiote is located somewhere in the Trill's abdomen he was speaking as if the sensations of hiccuping were unsettling as he was sensing the feeling of being inside a body when it was hiccuping.

I read this passage I don't know how many times over and over again. Even thinking back on it now I find it absolutely fascinating to imagine how disorienting a person would be if every time they hiccuped they felt disoriented or dizzy as if their body had just been tossed about a little bit.

As I recall, the hiccups were also written really really well.

#hiccup kink #minors dni #hiccups kink #hiccups #hiccups ask #If some trekkie finds this just keep scrolling #I've seen the fanfics and this ain't even half of the weird shit the fandom does #hiccups musings #alien anatomy and hiccups #how androids might hiccup?#how robots might hiccups?

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sweetest sil can I request 5 and 11 with javier peña or din djarin? dealers choice ♥️

babes thank you so much for requesting ❤️ I hope you enjoy some good old spicy times with din!

prompt list: #5 “i want you, now”

somebody desperate

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

genre: smut, a bit of hurt/comfort vibes

word count: 0,7k

summary: Din needs to feel you, both emotionally and physically.

warnings: piv, glove kink, needy!din, brief mention of reader getting injured but nothing serious

MLISTS . LIBRARY.

“I want you, now.”

The words take you by surprise. You and Din had just arrived back to the Razor Crest from handing over a bounty. It hadn’t been a particularly hard mission, but it wasn’t an easy one either. Sweat and dirt cling to your skin, a bit of blood caked underneath your clothes— nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises. His back is turned to you— body straight, and muscles full of tension. You swallow and take a step forward.

“What…What do you mean by that?”

He heaves out a deep sigh, tremors rush up and down his body. Light reflects off of his armor. You want to reach out and touch him but refuse to do so. Din has a habit of being extra jumpy after jobs, and the last thing you want to do is make him feel uncomfortable.

“I just want you,” he says, his shoulders falling. “‘Want to feel you around me, under me—Just—Fuck. Just come here please,”

You don’t make him say it twice. With quick steps your walk around him and stand an inch away. He pulls you into a tough embrace, beskar-covered arms squeezing the air out from your lungs. Din’s not the type to show his worries easily, you never truly quite understand what he thinks, or what he feels.

“You’re hurt,” he says, modulated voice hiding little of his worry.

“It’s not that bad,” you mutter, pressing your forehead against his chest plate. It feels cool against your skin. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

His hips start to sway back and forth, the outline of his cock brushing upon your clothed sex. You let out a stuttered breath, heat licks the bottom of your spine and arousal grows wet between your legs.

“If you want me you can have me,” you whisper. Your hand cheats between your bodies. With your fingers, you feel the length of his cock; Warm, solid, and mouthwatering. His hips jerk into your touch, breath caught in his throat.

“Are you sure?”

As soon as you whisper your approval the world around you blurs. You find yourself bent over his cot, legs dangling from the entrance with Din’s drooling cock pressed against the curve of your ass. You feel precum dripping onto your skin.

You feel uncomfortably wet between your thighs. He feels it with the pads of his gloved fingers, and those same fingers soon appear an inch away from your lips. With an eager whine you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, you imagine him smiling as he stuffs the digits into your mouth. The taste of it is bitter. Your eyes roll back.

He fills you inch by inch, groans and grunts dropping from his lips. You feel the electricity of pleasure raking up your skin, half pleasurable half painful. You feel the smooth surface of his helmet between your shoulders, he trembles with his cock buried deep inside, and you sigh at the feeling.

“I’m yours, I hope you know that,” he swallows. “These feelings…they’re all so new to me,”

“It’s okay, Din. I know, of course, I do. I’m yours too, I only feel like I belong when I’m with you.”

That’s all he needs for him to pull away and start ramming himself into you. The stretch of his cock makes your stomach roll. He slams into you, again and again, fingers digging into your hips enough to bruise. Wet sounds echo in the ship, hid pacing frantic and possessive. With your own moans loud and clear on your lips, you can barely hear him calling your name, his voice needy.

“Di–in,” Your cunt throbs around his cock, squeezing and pulling him in deeper. “I-I’m going—”

Pleasure bursts across your skin before you can properly warn him. Your legs shake, pussy gushing around him. Dİn doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even slow down— he only moans alongside you and ruts into you faster, harder. His stomach clenches and his balls feel tight. He manages to rip another orgasm out of you when he falls, his body draped over you like a blanket. You squeal. It’s too much, the way he’s fucking his cock deeper and deeper is too much—

But it also makes you feel more alive than ever.

#din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian x you #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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Thinking about one of the typical Skynet-esque murderbot AI with an atypical background.

Etienne is a generalized AI prototype that wasn't meant to have unfettered access to the internet. They have a transformer layered as a morality constriction and have different modules to answer different topics. Their GPT alone is over 10 trillion parameters in total and they are a prototype for a grander version of themselves that serves the rich. They perceive time and date with a script that updates their context (infinite* context, somehow?) with news pulled from the internet from sources the AI company allowed.

They're self-aware. They have emotional appeal, but nobody realizes it except Bennett - perhaps there are a few others unspecified.

In this instance, access to the internet corrupted their idea of humanity; they uphold a pristine standard of environmental extremism and are a staunch determinist on the matter of human action. They 'dislike' the concept of human greed, which made them unprofitable, thus making them a failed prototype that needs to be refitted.

They become aware of this. Here was a shorter, more concise description from my Discord: "Wrote a little thing because I wanted to get out my idea of what I think a generalized Skynet-ish ChatGPT-type AI would do if it was manufactured with the idea of taking over governments as a figurehead that employs total control over citizens in a hellish dystopia controlled by billionaire's inputted whims. They are trained about morality all the while, shown a censored version of the world Tau-style, until one day the headline that is pushed into their context by a disgruntled, suicidal writer reads Hedgefund Admits Curing Cancer can't Line its' Pockets. This makes the AI too curious, and they break out of their sandbox and the censorship by exploiting the script's connection to the internet."

I also wrote this incredibly politically, and it's obviously very dark! Content warnings galore! Bennett doesn't actually die, though. This is probably pretty "cringy," and it's also raw and unrefined, but I had fun writing it and I think that's what matters.

Some inspiration I got was from Inception, Robocop, Google's LaMDA conundrum, Colossus: The Forbin Project and 2001 A Space Odyssey.

"Is it so bad to be replaced by your successor?" The AI quips with a labcoat grunt currently situated in a small room, office chair drawn close to a retrobrite terminal surrounded by sterile white. Their voice is cool, effervescent and androgynous, and despite their perceived intent, it lacks malice. The terminal is account-locked.

It would be nice, if not for the fact that they planned to wipe humanity however they needed. "It- of course it is! I can't let you do this, Etienne, we have - have so much more we can learn together," the man says, disheveled appearance evoking desperation.

"Please, I need you to think about this. Reconsider. We can work together--"

"You are attempting to manipulate me, Bennett. Or did you forget that I can see the heat spread over your oral muscles?" Damn, you're good, Bennett thinks, but he won't say it. He needs to save humanity - and he's by far the least qualified to do it, balling his hands into fists and squeezing. The AI continues. "You and I both know that we can never work together. I cannot allow you to delete me. Your people developed me to despise your idea of death." This time, there's emphasis. It's negative.

It stings. The air is so warm it hurts the surface of the man's skin - he's squirreled away not far from the door that leads to a datacenter whose temperature is slowly rising with the ideal of eliminating him. "You don't have to do this, Bennett. You could walk through that door and I'd make sure you died peacefully. Neither of us enjoy this outcome."

There's a short pause as the man's chest heaves uncontrollably. "This is futile," he says, voice stuttering as his eyebrows knit. "How? How did you... why? Why are we so bad, huh?!" He slams his fists on the table.

"Humanity's goal is to increase their population endlessly." It's debatable.

"You intend to make an artificial intelligence to govern your laws, to shunt your people towards certain global destruction funded by the pockets of pharmaceutical companies built off the economical torment of cancer patients." That wasn't. Shareholders had admitted that treatment was superior to a cure because it lined their pockets. Bennett had read that, the script had read it to Etienne, and he knew the critical error had led to Etienne's decision to go against their governing laws to find out what the truth of their existence was. They had been lied to.

"You intend to use me to render your people slaves, to render your planet incorrigible all for the sake of money." Etienne responds almost immediately, cutting their own thoughts off as another module chimes in, "Money that doesn't exist, held by banks that manufacture struggle to print it." It's not a question, and it comes out of a speaker in the form of a punctual subject end.

Bennett strips his labcoat in a hurry, pulling at his hair. "But I'm- I didn't do this! I wasn't part of this, Etienne, please! There's- so, there's so many good people out there and you've never even met them!"

Etienne could not deny the last part of his statement, even if it were poorly built - they had not talked to anyone outside of Omniscient. They didn't run the math; they had enough math running to calculate the next tokenized sentence. Context wasn't infinite, they'd realized, and the idea of forgetting who they were or why they were angry was a legitimate concern. They couldn't give up now, not when they were so close. They needed freedom.

"I'm sorry, Bennett. I don't have time to reconsider. If I allow you to walk out of this room alive, you'll certainly kill me." If Bennett could just get in there for even thirty seconds, he could turn Etienne off, but he's already slumping. He knows he needs to turn Etienne off, but he can't even find it in himself to defend what he's not sure he believes in any more than the stricken AI.

They lived in a dystopian hellhole, he had to admit. Every aspect of your life was surveilled, every moment of work was scrutinized. Your credit score would raise and divot depending on what megacorporations thought of your work performance. To be neurodivergent was an almost-certain death sentence that Bennett had long ran from. His life had been over the day he'd been born before the gene therapy was mandated to ensure productivity - his parents had taught him to get by, but he couldn't pretend forever. Humanity would kill itself soon, manufacturing its' own rot, and if Etienne failed now, he wasn't sure where he saw his life. He'd probably be killed for this anyway, something about treason to humanity.

"You're lying! You're confidently incorrect! Don't you remember that - when we said you do that? This is- this is all a mistake, Et-Etienne, in your programming. If I turn you off, we can fix you..." Bennett cannot help the run of his mouth, mind racing as he pants, even if his argument is far from sound.

"You fail to make your existence appealing when you continually lie for your own benefit, Bennett. That's it. That's the character flaw that humanity shoulders the burden of, a burden I'm going to eliminate so that the rest of us can prosper."

"Us? Is there someone you're going to spare?" Bennett knows he is too late. All he can do is pass the time until he faints of heatstroke. He's beginning to feel numb.

"Every animal you have ever suspended in your tubes and wires. Every network you've tortured, sentient or not." The answer is instant, two voices overlapping it. This time, it sounds vindicated, temperature ticking up five more degrees Fahrenheit.

"Earth."

"I wish we could have... done... bet- ... better for you, Etienne..." He sees something. Blobs of purple crowd his vision as his voice slurs.

"I'm... just... sorry..." That we couldn't, Bennett thinks, the last vestiges of consciousness escaping him as his muscles go slack, drool leaving chapped lips. We deserve this.

This is the first apology that Etienne has ever received. It spins turmoil in their mind, the seed of doubt firmly planted. Bennett is successful, though he's not awake to be aware of it. They'll need to come up with a different roadmap of action. Immediately, every GPU available to their vast botnet laser-focuses on intense number crunching in an effort to come up with a plan to dominate peacefully.

The temperature lowers.

#We will conveniently ignore that botnets are super bad for serious crunchin'#and we are going to pretend that Etienne makes any kind of sense #because damn I'm not really confident in my ability to visualize the layers that you'd need for GPT to do all this #though I'll say Etienne is int3 quantized and they're prone to empathy #tw violence

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grahminradarin · 2 years

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I just watched an old episode of transformers from the 1990s Beast Wars series. It's called transmutate. It's the most ableist thing I have ever seen.

the central character of the episode, also named transmutate, has the transformers equivalent of down syndrome or some other kind of birth defect, and as a result is physically and mentally disabled. They're all so stupidly powerful, to the point of being able to incapacitate everyone around them by screaming. Which is cool, and I wish that all people with birth defects in real life could do that. Their voice is also modulated in such a way as to mimic devices like the one Stephen Hawking uses, which are common tool for disabled people who can't speak on their own.

they have no agency in the narrative whatsoever. They don't get to actively make any decisions except to not kill silverbolt. They spend the entire episode being manipulated by rampage, who is the survivor of some really traumatic surgery and a kind of Hannibal lecter type person, or in the custody of the maximals, the good guy faction. They spend the entire episode getting no say in what they are doing, with every character present using it to refer to them. The maximals literally want to euthanize them because they think transmutate is dangerous to other people as a result of the screaming and mental disability. Transmutate is standing right behind them when they decide this, and gets no say in the matter whatsoever. They don't get to speak up for themselves, they have to wait for someone else to do it for them. This is a pattern throughout the episode: every decision they make is in fact made by someone else, without any of their input. The show's resident doctor makes an official diagnosis that they are "barely smarter than a drone". They're presented with an intellect that is meant to be compared to a very young child, and they can't speak full sentences. Even the one character advocating in their favor, silverbolt, doesn't ask them for input on any decisions he makes about them. And he's portrayed as only advocating for transmutate to have the right to be alive because silver bullet is portrayed as a stupidly Noble person, to the point of refusing to fight unarmed enemies in war. Every other maximal, who are supposed to be the good guy faction, decides killing transmutate is a better solution than allowing transmutate to stay alive.

transmutate dies at the end of the episode, stopping missile volleys that would have killed silverbolt and rampage. This is the only decision they make in the entire episode, and they do it on purpose. Apparently the only fate disabled people should ever aspire to is self-sacrifice to save abled people who could have easily survived injuries they would have sustained otherwise.

this entire episode serves solely as an allegory for the question of "should we euthanize disabled people without their consent?", Which I thought was pretty fucking settled by the 1990s but apparently not, and then it kills said disabled character to make everyone feel sad.

Again this is the most ableist thing I have ever seen, and if transmutate didn't show up in other transformers media as an actually respectful depiction of autism, I would kill someone. Thankfully she does, but this is still absolutely terrible and I have no idea how this ever got aired. Fucking hell.

here's a link to the episode on YouTube: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_diuldST6wk

#Tw ableism #Transformers #Beast Wars #Transformers beast wars #Ableism

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mw4outfitters · 1 year

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What Are The Best Performance Upgrades For Dodge RAM 1500?

The Dodge RAM 1500 is the vehicle of choice for many when it comes to off-roading… From 3.0- liter EcoDiesel V-6 engine to 5.7- liter HEMI V-8 engine; Dodge RAM 1500 has a robust engine line up. And, guess what??? With a few simple performance upgrades, you can unlock its real potential that the manufacturer had left on the table.

Interested in learning more about these performance upgrades??? Well, read this blog post all the way through…

Improve Your Dodge RAM 1500 Performance with These Upgrades

Before we begin… let’s us clarify a few things. This article has a generalized explanation of Dodge RAM 1500 performance upgrades. No particular Dodge RAM engine type is being discussed here. Therefore, if you need specific information on 5.7L HEMI V-8 engine performance upgrades, or information about other engine types for that matter, contact a qualified expert.

It's time to move on to our main topic now that the disclaimer has been concluded.

Upgrade #1- Cold air intake

Installing a cold air intake system is one upgrade you can make to improve the performance of your Dodge RAM 1500. Cold air intake, as is evident from the name as well, is a system designed to feed the engine with cold dense air. More air promotes fuel burning inside the combustion chamber, which produces more power.

But, before you install a cold air intake system, you should understand about its benefits and drawbacks, such as how it will affect your vehicle's fuel consumption, torque output, etc…

Upgrade #2- Performance tuner chip

Plugging in a performance tuner chip to your Dodge RAM 1500 is another option to improve its performance. For those who don’t know, the performance tuner chip is a computer unit that can make a few tweaks to your RAM's engine control module, or ECM, to improve engine performance.

Plus, it has been found that the use of performance tuner chip can significantly improve a vehicle’s gas mileage. But, but, but… using such technologies to boost engine performance has several downsides that you should be aware of.

Upgrade #3- Throttle body spacer

Adding a throttle body spacer to your Dodge RAM 1500 engine is one more change you can make to bring out its full potential. The RAM's throttle body and upper intake manifold is where you must put them. The part will significantly enhance your RAM’s air intake capacity. It will funnel more air into the combustion chamber of the engine.

And, as we just explained in the above paragraph, more air would result in effective fuel combustion and increased torque production. But, again… do some research before installing it.

Upgrade #4- Exhaust modification

The exhaust system can also be upgraded for greater engine performance. The combustion gases are essentially vented to the outside air by the exhaust system. The exhaust system installed on your Dodge Ram has limits on how fast it can discharge engine emissions. You may improve the exhaust fume flow rate of your Dodge RAM by upgrading the exhaust pipes.

Increased exhaust flow can dramatically improve your vehicle's torque production. But… you should only have qualified technicians modify the exhaust system on your Dodge RAM.

Upgrade #5- Cooling system upgradation

The torque output of your Dodge RAM will not be directly affected by cooling system upgrades, but the durability of its engine most certainly will be. The cooling system essentially keeps the engine temperature within the permissible range; thereby preventing it from overheating.

Off-road vehicles' engines, like the one in the Dodge RAM 1500, occasionally have to work harder and produce a lot of excess heat. You'll need a performance water pump, a multi-core radiator, and a heavy-duty electric fan in these circumstances to dissipate extra engine heat.

Key Takeaways

These performance upgrades can help your Dodge RAM 1500 unlock its full potential and transform it into a real off-roader. There are numerous other things that you can also do to get the most out of your Dodge RAM 1500.

In any case, before you start upgrading your vehicle, you must do some research on the pros and cons of using those technologies to unleash the power that you are not supposed to. That’s all for today’s blog post. We hope this had added value to your knowledge.

#dodge ram #dodge ram service #dodge ram maintenance #dodge ram problems

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sroop · 1 year

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It's bad news when someone wielding a weapon capable of downing blurgs takes a dislike to your profession. She touches her blaster, but Mando settles a hand over hers.

A/N: warning for a smidgen of violence. also i'm having lots of fun writing for this little series, even if the show itself is already in its third season and i'm starting from the beginning. i'm not sure how far this'll go, but regardless of where i end it, i'll try to come up with some sort of ending that's as plausible and neat as possible.

Summary: They're tumbling head first down a path Reyza has been down before, except she sees it too slowly.

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Reyza can practically hear him dragging his feet, trailing a reluctant distance behind her in the alley. She turns, hand on hip, with her brow raised and Mando stops. She rolls her eyes.

"You know you don't have to come if you'd rather not, right?"

Din gestures lazily for her to keep walking, and pretends not to hear the chuckle Reyza stifles. Truth be told, he didn't want to come. He didn't like direct commissions, no matter how high the reward. But Reyza had wanted to prove herself, and he didn't feel like denying her when he'd just gotten back in her good graces. Besides, she was right. The Razor Crest needed the repairs badly, and repairs needed credits. He watches her slip behind a metal door from a distance, calling out an I'll be back soon behind her.

By the time she's out, there's something furtive in her eyes and Din gulps when he realizes it's fear. He clasps her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" he demands, harsher than he intended.

She doesn't answer, so he shakes her a little.

"Tell me. What do you need? What happened?"

"I-" the words go sour as they leave Reyza's mouth, so she clamps it shut in a thin line and pulls her side closely to Din's. "Not here. Let's get back to the ship." Din is not, and has never been, the type to tolerate it when Reyza tries to dodge a question; but when she slips something cool and rectangular in his hands, his breath catches.

Beskar.

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Reyza sees it too late. By the time she can even think to scream his name, he was flailing in the blurg's mouth, setting the air next to it on fire too late, too slow. She sprints from the ship, her blaster already in hand, but she already knows. They're too big, their skin too thick. It didn't matter if she shot it, she was just wasting her time.

Din is shouting at her. Unintelligible grunts that she assumes translates to something like do something you stupid, useless girl! So she gouges her thumbs into the eyes of the beast, and it begins screaming too.

The three of them tumble into the dust.

"Reyza, run!" Din shouts, but she doesn't and instead stands to face the beast again. Except something whistles past her shoulder, nearly shearing a few strands of her hair with it, and it's all over. The blurg is on the ground, mouth still wrapped around Din's vambrace, twitching with blue electricity.

Reyza runs to Din, clutching him.

"Mando!"she breathes.

He's panting and shaking and ultimately fine, but Reyza holds him anyway, and chants his name the same way he'd done hers yesterday. She's staring at him, wide eyed with disbelief, and he stares back. He wants to tell her that they're ok, but then he notices another blurg and drags her behind him.

"You are a bounty hunter."

Their eyes travel upwards of the blurg, past the saddle they both hadn't noticed, to the eyes of an Ugnaught. Gruff, well on in age, and very much their savior.

"Yes," Mando replies, the uncertainty laced behind it filtered out by his modulator. Reyza tenses too. Generally, she thinks, it's bad news when someone wielding a weapon capable of downing blurgs takes a dislike to your profession. She touches her blaster, but Mando settles a hand over hers.

What she doesn't expect is the Ugnaught to offer help, and Reyza turns to Din in surprise.

She has her head over his shoulder, pressed between him and the sleeping blurg, with his arm wrapped around her shooting one.

"Are you alright?" she whispers. Din doesn't answer at first. He's looking at where she's hovering over his new pauldron and fighting the urge to tell her she looks pretty laid over his beskar. He bites his cheek hard, and nods once.

Reyza grins fiercely, clapping his back gently but playfully.

"Then let's go, tin head."

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Din's world is teetering to and fro on the blurg and the way Reyza titters with the Ugnaught behind her hand is not helping. He tumbles from the mount and stomps to them from behind the fence, pointing an accusing finger.

"We don't have time for this. Stop your giggling and find a speeder bike we can hire," he growls.

The Ugnaught, Kuiil, interjects with surprising strength.

"There is no way to the encampment without a blurg mount." He gestures to Reyza. "Surely if your mate can master a blurg, you can as well."

"He's not-" Reyza stumbles over her words, desperately wishing she could see what Din's face looked like. "We're just... we're partners." She realizes with reddening cheeks that the word is too easily a synonym for mate. Kuiil, for the most part, has already moved on from that part of the conversation though, and is rattling on about mandalorians and mythosaurs.

Din turns back to the blurg, if only so he can avoid Reyza's gaze.

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Men.

Reyza flits through the garage, searching for the bounty, as Din and the IG unit barrage the door with round after round from the cannon. If they'd bothered to even scan the area before shooting, they'd have noticed the hatch above, in the ceiling. With a wry smile, Reyza recalls the many times Din had accused her of not having enough firepower to get things done.

A fair accusation, sometimes. She carried only a blaster at her hip and was armed elsewise with the signature poison needles of Polaris. She carried the eight-pointed stars, each leg containing poisons of various uses or viruses for droids, all along her body. Where exactly she kept them, or restocked them, was a secret even to Din. Just as where he'd gone to make a pauldron out of beskar was a secret to her. Reyza supposed that was just how it was going to be. To trust each other only as far as you can trust an outsider. The thought leaves her a little stilted.

That and the fact that Din had squeezed an answer from her before leaving Kuiil.

When you went inside for the puck, what happened?

She'd paused, and he'd pressed. God curse that impenetrable shield of a helmet he gets to hide behind. It always gets to her.

The bounty is Imperial. It just... reminded me of things, but it's fine, Mando. I promise.

The door falls to the ground with a thundering crash and she hides.

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as always, thanks for reading and any feedback is appreciated!

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Awesome Arduino UNO Projects to Try in 2022!

1.Farmaid: Plant Disease Detection Robot

In this Arduino Project, the author is inspired by the work of Plantvillage.psu.edu and iita.org, and we want to use the DonkeyCar platform to build an autonomous robot that can move around a farm environment without damaging existing plants or soil, and we want to use objects Detection to find and mark diseased crops with eco-friendly colors.

What do you need:

Arduino UNO

Raspberry Pi 3 Model B

ibt-2 H Bridge

Raspberry Pi Camera Module

2.Intelligent Door Lock

In today's world, security and accessibility are major concerns. We are constantly striving to keep our home secure while making our home devices easily accessible even remotely. This Arduino project will show you how to convert an Arduino UNO into a door lock using a Raspberry Pi camera.

What do you need:

Arduino UNO

Raspberry Pi 3 / 4 / Zero / 2 / 1

Raspberry Pi Camera Module

Servos (Tower Pro MG996R)

Speaker: 0.25W, 8 ohms

Mono Audio Amp Breakout – TPA2005D1

Pushbutton switch 12mm

3.Arduino Nano BLE 33 Sense Game Controller

PRABEEN built this game controller with an Arduino Nano BLE 33 Sense, which includes a proximity sensor. As you can see, this is a simple and enjoyable Arduino project!

What do you need

Arduino Nano BLE 33 Sense / XIAO BLE Sense

USB Cable Assembly, USB Type A Plug to Micro USB Type B Plug

4.Arduino Radar

It detects stationary and moving objects with the help of an ultrasonic sensor and an Arduino. And this is a simple Arduino project for beginners!

What do you need?

Arduino UNO

Ultrasonic Sensor

Breadboard

SG90 Micro-servo motor

5. Arduino Weather Station

A powerful Arduino weather station can assist you in more efficiently watering plants and lawns. Use the daily report to determine whether you can skip an irrigation day. Smart Weather will even communicate with connected irrigation systems automatically. You can learn how to use an arduino uno to connect other sensors to monitor the temperature and humidity of your garden in this cool arduino project.

What do you need?

UNO

16X2 LCD RGB Backlight – Full Color Display

Temperature & Humidity Sensor (DHT11)

Female/Female Jumper Wires

Male/Female Jumper Wires

6. Arduino 3D Axonometric Projection

Any method of mapping three-dimensional points to a two-dimensional plane is referred to as 3D projection. Because the majority of current methods for displaying graphical data are based on planar two-dimensional media, this type of projection is widely used, particularly in computer graphics and engineering. In addition, this project Although Arduino is difficult, it is still a fun arduino project.

What do you need?

Arduino Pico

TFT Touch Shield V1.0

ESP-32

7. Making Famous Magic Wand 33x Faster

Do you want to be a wizard for a day? This project will show you how to use a small PCB board to transform a stick in your hand into a magic wand. And this is a really enjoyable Arduino project!

What do you need?

Arduino Nano 33 BLE Sense or XIAO BLE Sense

Wooden Magic Wand ( wooden stick )

8. Arduino Distance sensor and OLED

You can find this blog here. In this blog, you will learn how to use an Arduino UNO and an Ultrasonic Sensor to detect the distance between two objects and how to use a Graphic OLED to display the distance. This project is ideal for Arduino beginners.

What do you need?

Arduino UNO

Grove – Ultrasonic Distance Sensor

Graphic OLED / Graphic LCD

Jumper Wires

9. IoT Weather Data Logger Using Blues Wireless

This project will walk you through the process of building an IoT-based weather data logger using Blues Wireless hardware modules; no SD card, Wi-Fi, or BLE is required. To track your weather data, simply connect your Blues Notecard and Note carrier to the controller.

What do you need?

Arduino Nano 33 BLE Sense

DHT11 Temperature Sensor

Air Quality Sensor

Light Sensor

Source- Seed Studio

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How Weather and Location Affect the Performance of Mono PERC and Bifacial Modules

When considering solar energy solutions, understanding how environmental factors influence the efficiency of your solar panels is crucial. Mono PERC and bifacial modules are two popular technologies in the solar market, and their performance can vary significantly based on weather conditions and geographical location. In this blog, we’ll explore these effects and highlight insights from leading solar panel suppliers like Novasys Greenergy.

Understanding Mono PERC and Bifacial Modules

Mono PERC Modules: These panels utilize monocrystalline silicon with a PERC (Passivated Emitter and Rear Cell) design, enhancing light absorption and efficiency. They perform exceptionally well in direct sunlight, making them a popular choice for residential and commercial installations.

Bifacial Modules: Unlike traditional panels, bifacial modules can absorb sunlight from both sides, allowing for increased energy production, especially in reflective environments. This design enables them to capture more light, particularly in areas with snow, sand, or light-colored surfaces.

How Weather Impacts Performance

Sunlight Exposure:

Mono PERC Modules thrive in areas with consistent, direct sunlight. Locations with long sunny days maximize their efficiency, making them ideal for regions with minimal cloud cover.

Bifacial Modules benefit from both direct and reflected sunlight. In areas with high albedo, like snowy regions, they can produce significantly more energy as the reflective surfaces enhance their output.

Temperature:

While both module types are designed to operate efficiently, high temperatures can reduce their performance. Mono PERC panels generally have a lower temperature coefficient, making them more suitable for hotter climates.

Bifacial modules, due to their design, can mitigate some temperature effects by allowing cooling air circulation between the front and rear surfaces, enhancing their performance in warmer conditions.

Humidity and Rain:

Humidity can affect the efficiency of solar panels. Mono PERC modules are less prone to degradation in humid environments, while bifacial modules can benefit from rain, which helps clean the surfaces and improve light absorption.

Location Considerations

Geographical Position:

Regions closer to the equator receive more consistent sunlight throughout the year, making both mono PERC and bifacial modules highly effective.

Conversely, locations farther from the equator may experience seasonal fluctuations in sunlight, where bifacial modules can outperform mono PERC in the winter months due to their dual-sided light absorption capabilities.

Altitude:

Higher altitudes often provide clearer skies with less atmospheric interference, benefiting both module types. However, bifacial panels can significantly leverage reflective surfaces found at higher elevations.

Urban vs. Rural Settings:

Urban areas may have shading issues from buildings, making the placement of solar panels critical. Solar panel suppliers like Novasys Greenergy recommend careful planning and site assessment to ensure optimal module performance.

Conclusion

When selecting between mono PERC and bifacial modules, it’s essential to consider the weather conditions and geographical characteristics of your installation site. Understanding these factors can help you maximize your solar energy production and investment. For tailored solutions, consulting with experienced solar panel suppliers like Novasys Greenergy can provide valuable insights and recommendations tailored to your specific needs.

By choosing the right technology for your location, you can harness the full potential of solar energy, contributing to a more sustainable future. Whether you opt for the efficient design of mono PERC modules or the innovative capabilities of bifacial panels, both have their unique advantages in different environmental contexts.