#Reactor speaker

[xcziel]

kinda bummed anew that i only understand english

watching vocal coaches from other countries especially sk and japan react to who's english lyrics with detailed breakdowns of how he is singing in english is blowing my mind even without strong understanding

it's so fascinating to look from the view of someone seeing the language and pronunciation as practical or aesthetic *choices* within a song

[missbrunettebarbie]

There's something very surreal about seeing people -well-off, mid-twenties or older people- say with confidence that they don't know what Pandora's Box is, that Jane Austen has a book called Emma or what an anti-hero or a vigialnte is. And like, not just say it in a private conversation, but in videos they willingly post on youtube. These for me seem like facts anyone with an average general culture level should know, but apparently not.

[tardis-stowaway]

This is super neat! The Lakota nation and Marvel have released a version of The Avengers dubbed in Lakota, but with the original Avenger actors involved to record their own lines in Lakota. This seems like a cool way to build awareness of an endangered language and give speakers and learners something fun to watch. Plenty of actual Lakota speakers were involved for other roles as well as coaching.

Here's a behind the scenes video from the article:

[sanguinifex]

They don’t even both suck.

One guy is old and not the best public speaker but he has a solid track record as a career civil servant and has accomplished a lot of very good reforms over the course of his presidency. Stuff like “pardoning gay veterans who were dishonorably discharged for gay sex and reinstating their VA benefits,” and environmental reforms including renewable energy and compact nuclear reactors, has been trying to negotiate a ceasefire in Palestine for months, plus about a hundred more things it would take too long to mention here.

The other guy wants to turn the entire civil service into political appointees for anyone ranked higher than janitor, publicly talks about how he wants to use nuclear weapons, supports Russian imperialism, thinks international alliances only matter when they’re convenient to him personally, wants to obliterate queer people, and would gladly enable the complete extermination of Palestine because he likes watching things go boom.

You have one solid but unglamorous choice, and one choice that is corrupt fascistic chaos.

You have one vote.

[carby]

List of machines that can be considered Friends™

Water coolers (glug glug?)

CO/Smoke detectors (‼️)

Air purifiers

CPAP machine (Dark Vador machine)

Bluetooth speaker

Tokamak nuclear reactor (powers my tooth brush)

Space heater

Automatic power timer (for fun lights n stuff)

CEILING FAN

I'm getting too emotional I gotta stop there

[vikwrites]

Playboy - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Tony Stark invites you into his Rolls Royce. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 2.5k words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Car Sex / Power Imbalance / Age Gap. Author's Notes ➣ The first full Tony Stark oneshot! Comments are highly appreciated <3 Requests are also open!

You didn’t know exactly how you ended up here. 

The events leading up to your current situation were a blur, like trying to see through thick fog. 

Here you were, seated in the plush backseat of Tony Stark's lavish Rolls Royce Phantom. A variety of crystal glasses in all shapes and sizes were scattered haphazardly, some full, most empty. The rich aroma of Macallan 1926 filled the air. A bottle had been tipped on its side, its deep tones spilling onto the seat and seeping into a crevice of the leather, leaving behind a multitude of stains, You wonder how many times Tony had to pay someone to clean up these messes.

The past few hours were a hazy mix of neon lights and blaring speakers, the repercussions of Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC filling your ears.  

Then you recalled that Tony had spotted you at Stark Expo, at the Arc Reactor exhibit, standing in front of the machine, mesmerized by the pulsing reactor and the hypnotic hum that filled the room. 

Tony had made the first approach and talked to you for a while, although most of the conversation consisted of you awkwardly sucking up to him, while another part of you was afraid of saying something embarrassing or coming off as too eager.

You never thought you'd be graced with the opportunity to even be in the same room as Tony Stark, let alone talk to him face-to-face. But as the conversation went on, you felt more and more intimidated. You had always admired Tony and maybe even had a bit of a crush on him, but now that he was standing in front of you, you didn't know what to say or do. 

However, when you were invited to his limousine, you couldn't resist. He had lured you in like a moth into flame. 

The air was thick with tension, your fingers found themselves subconsciously fidgeting, you were sitting mere inches away from Tony after all; who was currently fiddling with a Cuban cigar. Your heart raced with a cocktail of excitement and fear - after all, this was the Tony Stark, one of the most influential figures in the world, and you were just a mere woman-in-the-street. This man probably had more money in his wallet than you’d ever have in your entire life. 

Tony seemed to have picked up on your nervousness, reaching over to the mini-fridge and picking up another bottle of liquid courage. The cigar had found its way in his mouth, and is currently hanging from his lips.

“Mr Stark—” You stuttered, trying to reach for the rear-hinged doors of the car, “I’d think it would be best if I left, it’s getting late.” 

“Relax, honey.” As Tony's hand unexpectedly settled on your wrist, pulling you back, the sudden weight caught you off guard. You couldn't help but flinch when you felt his fingers close around your wrist. His touch gentle yet assertive, a delicate balance that leaves you feeling conflicted. He takes another drag of the cigar.

Internally, you battled with conflicting emotions, but externally, you remained still as his hand steadily guided another crystal glass into your grasp, the weight of the cold drink dragging you back to reality. Initially you wanted to refuse, but you didn’t want to let Stark down, or seem ungrateful—downing the whiskey, you felt the liquid burn your throat.

His hand on yours caused a weighty pause in your conversation, Tony smirked, finding it amusing how tense he made you. Eventually, he breaks the silence by redirecting the conversation towards you. "So, tell me about yourself," he prompts, his tone casual and easy. Another cigar made its way into his mouth. 

You took a moment to recollect your thoughts before answering. "I'm studying at MIT," you replied, "I'm pursuing my degree in Nuclear Engineering." As soon as the words leave your lips, you notice Stark raise an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly impressed by the mention of your alma mater.  

Tony leans back in his seat and exclaims, "Impressive, I’m going to assume I’ve probably funded one of your projects, you’ve been to the September Foundation Grant presentation right?" He turns to look at you, as if trying to make a connection. You nod and continue to take small sips of your Macallan whiskey. 

After a few more rounds, you found yourself becoming less tense around him. 

“—and he’s now the forehead of security, get it?” Tony giggled, clapping his hands at his own joke, his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along with him, feeling a sense of camaraderie that you hadn't experienced in a long time. He takes another puff of the cigar, attempting to blow smoke rings but failing horrifically, the supposedly circular puffs of smoke coming out in flattened, unidentifiable shapes.

"Mr. Stark-" you began, but were quickly cut off by the man himself.

"Please, dear," Stark offered with a shake of his head, "just call me Tony."

You took a deep breath, trying to muster up courage (as much courage as you could get while being mildly to severely intoxicated, you couldn’t tell at this point), and corrected yourself. "Tony," you said firmly, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. "Why did you invite me here?" The question hung in the air amongst the clouds of smoke.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tony raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I think you’re cute.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his bold statement. Did Tony Stark really just say that to you?

“Fuck, Tony Stark thinks I’m cute, never expected that, ever.” But before you could fully process the unexpected compliment, another thought crossed your mind. “Looking past the obvious," you continued, "why isn’t there some Playboy supermodel in my position? Aren’t you just slumming it?” 

“Your expectations of me are too high, darling,” Tony drawled, his voice dripping with charm and confidence. “Honestly, I’d call Playboy right now and make you a model right away. You’ve got the face for it,” he paused to rake his eyes over your body, biting his lip, “—and the bod.” 

A rush of heat spread through your body at his words, igniting a spark of desire that you couldn't deny. The atmosphere became charged with tension, but this time, in a good way. The constant pet names and lingering gazes from Tony were stirring you up, and you could feel something else crackling in the air between you two.

You wouldn't say no to his advances, not when his gaze was so intense and his touch so electric. After all, who would say no to Tony Stark? His smooth words and charming smile were enough to make any woman weak at the knees, and you were no exception.

“I just think that you could do better.” You muttered, all the confidence draining from you the moment he tries to make a move, you cursed yourself for it. 

“Quit being self conscious and just kiss me.” Tony's words were like a soothing balm to your inner turmoil, urging you to let go of your self-consciousness and just give in to the moment. As he leaned in, his lips met yours in a swift motion that caught you off guard. 

Your hands instinctively found their way to his cheek, pulling him closer to you as you melted into his embrace. While his hands grabbed at your hair, caging you in between his body and the leather seat. The taste of his lips and the warmth of his body enveloped you, drowning out the nagging voice in your head reminding you of all the reasons why this could be a mistake. Tony moaned into your mouth, you took a mental recording of that, hoping to replay it in your head later.

In this moment, nothing else mattered except for the feel of his touch and the heat that pulsed between the two of you. You surrender yourself completely, allowing yourself to be swept away by his kiss.

The cigar was carelessly discarded from his trembling hands, the smoke swirling in lazy wisps around the ash urn. The taste of tobacco still lingered on his lips, a bittersweet reminder of his vice. Your senses were heightened as you pulled away from the kiss, your hair tousled and wild from the frenzied grabbing. The two of you shared round after round of kisses, each one more desperate and passionate than the last till Tony decided to go further.

Tony pushed you down onto the seat, his movements were rough and uncoordinated, but it only added to the thrill. Your body responded to his manhandling, and you could feel yourself getting turned on. You laid horizontally on the car's leather seats, taking in the sight of stars twinkling on the headlining, but your attention was quickly diverted as Tony's lips crashed onto yours once again.

"You look so good underneath me, baby." he whispered in that seductive low tone of his, his mouth mere millimetres from your ear. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine and each vibration of his words seemed to make you even wetter. 

Your breath hitched in surprise as Tony's hand traveled down to your core, his fingers grazing the hem of your dress and revealing more of your skin. You were startled by the sudden move but couldn't deny the heat that pooled between your legs. His touch was tentative, tracing circles over your clothed clit with a slow, teasing stroke. Your moans grew louder as he continued, each touch feeling foreign yet undeniably pleasurable.

"F—Fuck," you gasped as his piercing gaze met yours, those maroon eyes no longer their gentle brown hue.

"God, you're so wet for me," Tony's eyes locked onto yours as he brought his glistening finger to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low moan. Just the sight of it nearly sent you over the edge. "And you taste even better." Your eyes rolled back at his declaration, you’re so close and he hasn’t even started yet. 

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the button of Tony's Tom-Ford dress pants, fumbling with it in a desperate frenzy. In this moment, your entire existence seemed to depend on getting his pants off and feeling his naked skin against yours. Tony's hands were still on your clit, his skilled fingers teasing you mercilessly.

You could barely focus on unbuttoning his pants as he brought you closer and closer to the edge with just two fingers, god he was good. Every touch from him felt like electricity pulsing through your body, igniting every nerve ending and making you forget everything else except for the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please, Tony," you pleaded, your voice breathless and desperate. Your body quivered as two fingers slipped into your slick pussy, the wet sounds echoing in the confined space of the car.

At first, Tony's movements were slow and deliberate, teasing and tempting every inch of your sensitive walls. But he knew how to push all your buttons and soon, you were clenching around his fingers, begging for more.

"I'm gonna come," you gasped out, feeling your orgasm building with each thrust of his fingers.

"Come for me, baby,” Tony growled lowly, his voice making you even more wet. "I wanna see you falling apart on just my fingers." And with those words, you unravelled in a mind-blowing climax, your body trembling and shaking against his skilled touch.

As you came down from your high, you felt a new sensation. You realized you had squirted all over the interior of the car, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was how good Tony made you feel.

You were dazed and lost in the haze of pleasure when you felt him shuffling over you. His pants were unbuttoned and his cock was in his hand, slowly stroking as he took in the sight before him: your flushed skin, your heaving chest, and the evidence of your pleasure coating the seat beneath you.

You let out a soft gasp as he playfully teases you, running his member along your slit. With regained control over your limbs, your hands find their way into his once-slicked back, now ruffled hair. Your legs lock behind his lower back, pulling him closer to you in an attempt to deepen the connection between you two.

His voice is low and husky as he groans, "Your tight pussy feels so good, darling." As he pushes into you, you feel a fullness that you've never experienced before. The initial sting of pain quickly gives way to a deep pleasure that radiates through your entire body.

"Fuck, I love you, Tony." The words escape your lips before you even have time to register them. The intensity of the moment sparking a declaration that surprises even yourself. But before you can worry about whether it was too soon or not, Tony returns the sentiment.

"Love you too, baby," he whispers as he bottoms out inside of you. You can feel every inch of him inside you, and the sensation causes you to writhe beneath him. His chest is pressed against yours, and you can feel his heart beating through the fabric of his suit that was yet to leave his figure, but you figured you’d see him without the suit another time. 

“Fuck, gonna be a good girl and take my cum?” Tony's deep, ragged breaths spurred you on as his orgasm neared. You could feel your own climax building, your body shuddering in anticipation. Unable to form coherent sentences, you nodded in response.

Your back arched off the leather couch as you reached your peak, crying out in ecstasy as Tony's movements became even more frenzied. "Yes, gonna come so hard, Tony. Need you so bad." Your words were barely audible through your moans as he grunted and thrust into you one final time before the both of you came. 

Breathless and spent, Tony's lips crashed down on yours once again.

The heat between your bodies was almost suffocating as you rode out your high. He remained inside you until he was soft, and when he finally pulled out, a trail of your arousal leaked onto the leather beneath you. A groan escaped him as he took in the sinful sight, but you were too lost in your pleasure-drunk haze to fully register it.

You're too spent to move, but from the hazy corner of your vision, you see him in front of a mirror slicking back his disheveled hair. Still dazed and caught up in the aftermath of your orgasm, it took you a while to gather yourself and get dressed. But as soon as you did, Tony turned to you with his trademark smirk. 

"So, about that Playboy call?"

⎊ back to masterlist

[aromantic-ace]

Humans Are Weird/SpaceOrc: Nervous Laugh.

This was 100% already done but idc i wanna participate. So, you know the times where you laught or sing in the totally wrong moment (for exemple when someone get hurt or you get scared). Well i just love to think of how much freaked out the aliens would be upon seeing that.

All lights were off on the ship, only the emergency lights were barely functionning and won't be for long thank to the ship reactor being unable to provide much power. The Expedition Cruiser wasn't a war vessel despite its name, sure it had some Guns and turrets but those were mostly fitted for clearing out debris and asteroide, not to resist an ambuch from an unknown specie. But the worst part wasn't the attack from those other being, no it was that they were INSIDE the ship now, and killing the crew in an extremely cruel and sadistical way but Lieutenant Grex knew that already, he saw it happen and so did the Human, and honestly he was worried for her. Human Leila wasn't on soldier duty, sure she had some basic weapon training and understanding but she was a scientist, she wasn't fit to fight and the situation couldnt be worse.

The both of them were roaming the corridor with caution until it happened, out of the blue Human Leila started singing calmy with some sort of maniacal laugh about the fact that they were "going to diiiie" or that she was "not liking this and going to shoot anything that move". Lt. Grex was used to civils freaking out but this ? If anything that was bloodlust, he already knew the fact that humans were great soldier and could be absolutely terrifying in fights, but he though that was only applying to soldiers ! As a training to do some kind of psychological warfare ! He certainly did not expect the civil to start singing about what atrocities she was going to do to those "weird ass lizards".

Suddenly one of the invaders showed up, probably tracking the song of her voice and before he could even react Human Leila sniped the lizardman accross the corridor in almost total darkness, a mix of fear and respect came in Lt. Grex mind, she was only armed with a civil laser pistol, how did she managed to do that ? With such aim !? Memories of the time where Human Leila had one of those "Human Rages" rushed in his mind, she wasn't someone to mess with. And then she started to laugh even more ! Saying how "scared she was" and how "in fact those guys are ass". Poor Grex wasn't understanding a single things, all that he knew is that he now have a bloodthirsty human going around doing better job than the elite force.

The light went back on, and through the speakers news of the enemy being defeated was announced, and during the little time between the first altercation and that Human Leila killed four other invador, laughing and laughing sometime even kicking the bodies telling them how much she got scared.. but was she tho ? She didn't miss a single shot and always killed them in one or two charges, Lt. Grex couldn't even do anything before they were dead and he took the opportunity of this mess ending to ask her.

Grex: What was that Human Leila ? Why didn't you specify you had those skills ?

Leila: Specify what ? It's the second time in my life i'm using a laser weapon.

Grex: This ! All this ! The laugh, the weird "singing" as you call it ! We only ever saw those in elite humans troops and now you take on five of those beasts !?

Leila: What do you mean "only elite troops" that's called fear ! And you probably have heard of adrenaline right ? Surely you have that's like the most known things about us.

Grex: Just a drug don't cause that ! You- you were acting as a bloodiust soldier going on a rampage !

Leila: Well that's because i was affraid, people tend to laugh in these situation even if its not funny, that's called nervous laught and we all have that.

Grex: YOU ALL BECOME BLOODTHIRSTY KILLING MACHINE BECAUSE YOU ARE AFFRAID !?

Leila: Yup !

And without a word she left, going back to her quarter to clean the mess, with a flabagasted Lieutenant in the corridor that was rethinking a lot of things about humans, and doing a little promise to himself to never ever scare Human Leila, under any condition. He will have to inform the higher ups of her abilities. "Deathworlder" he muttered to himself going back to check the mess and the casuality.

[cyberwhumper]

The following transcript is excerpted from a classified report to the Board of Directors, Watchtower Security, LLC, by Dr. G. Mal, Head of Special Operations Research and Development, October 1, 20XX.

DR. MAL: After over a decade of preliminary development and rigorous testing, I am pleased to report that the successful V.09-P hybrid, working call sign “Dog,” demonstrates exceptional promise. The V.09 is unique in that it is analog. Previous models employed digital teratek in order to maximize efficiency and limit weight, but Dog here…Dog came to us, shall we say, equipped to handle the demands of an analog reactor. And the reward we reap from that exchange is truly…unprecedented…power.

[DR. MAL PRESENTS HOLOFOOTAGE.]

The footage you are about to see was recovered by a Watchtower SAR team deployed to exfiltrate the asset after a supervised preliminary deployment in the [REDACTED] sector, in which the asset proved incredibly…effective.

TRANSCRIPT:

(Body camera footage of [REDACTED] Sector Demilitarized Zone. 3-5 operatives present in possession of unauthorized weaponry. The V.09 “Dog” Asset is visible at range, in offensive mode.)

SPEAKER 1: [inaudible] …fuck, what the fuck is that? [gunfire]

SPEAKER 2: Jesus Christ… [inaudible] …backdraft, we got a bogey, do you have visual?

SPEAKER 1: fuck.

SPEAKER 3: steady. it’s not… [gunfire]

SPEAKER 2 (overlapping): is that a fucking—

(Camera damaged. Corrupted recording continues from prone position.)

SPEAKER 2: cover! take cov— [inaudible]

(E/N: V.09 “Dog” initiates threat scanning protocol.)

SPEAKER 1: fuck. fuck, God, no, no—

(E/N: V.09 “Dog” initiates target lock and approaches assessed threat at speed.)

SPEAKER (?): [inaudible] [gunfire]

(Camera destroyed.)

END TRANSCRIPT.

DR. MAL: …clearly demonstrates limitless potential for our shareholders. Imagine…the artillery capacity of an armored vehicle, the mobility of infantry units, the lethality of a god, and the blind dedication of a well-trained animal…well, you just can’t simulate that, can you.

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[senkusphone]

Dr. Stone chapter 1D Trivia post

Spoilers ahead

We knew there was a slippery slope but we didn't know which one it was.

First things first, as we saw, Kaseki was not dead after all, and neither was Francois.

This clears things from chapter 232.5 (Dr. Stone Terraforming) where Kaseki was not shown at all, and although Francois was shown to be at the plane at the moment of the crash, they were never shown to be rescued.

We do get a glimpse at Senku throughout his lifetime (hypothetically at least). The pictured time machine, just like the large one they are building, features the telltale disk from the movie "The time machine" (duh) from 1960, based on a novel by H.G. Wells, written in 1895.

We also see him using a bunch of yagi antennas again, as well as a small satellite dish, all pointed in different directions in his homebrew setup, perhaps in an attempt to catch the signal regardless of which direction it's coming from. A concern I've heard is why would Byakuya contact Senku's future attempt but not the one from his childhood, and the answer likely boils down to the technology. As Xeno said they used a specialized detector to spot tiny bursts of petrification beam

I am not sure what such a detector might entail, but since the petri beam involves a flash of light, perhaps something like a photomultiplier tube could do it, as they can detect individual photons

The Tokyo Sky Tree is a radio tower, housing a restaurant and an observation deck, it is also the tallest manmade structure in Japan with a height of 634 meters, or 532.7 times the canon height of Suika in chapter 178.

Here it looks like they've drawn the wrong design for the medusa capsule, this one has a speaker on the inside like the original that was sent to the moon, whereas once whyman was discovered, they changed the design to one with a small antenna in its place, and a speaker/microphone on the outside for them to communicate.

This is what I feel like in university

Yes we are

next up, energy

1.21 Exawatts has no basis I know of other than being a reference to the 1.21 Gigawatts used by the time machine from Back to the Future. 1 exawatt = 1000000000 gigawatts, so I guess Dr. Brown's machine was actually very fuel efficient.

The (exa)watt is technically not a unit of energy but rather of the rate of energy transfer (or how fast energy's being delivered in layman's terms).

I assume he means (exa) watt-hours, a multiple of the watt-hour, which is an energy unit handy for working with electricity calculations. This amount of energy is equivalent to a bit shy of 900000 megatons of TNT. However, if you could capture 100% of the sun's output (and I mean all of it, a la dyson sphere, not just what hits the earth, and with 100% efficiency) and store it, you could collect that amount of energy in just under 30 seconds. This amount is also probably larger than the consumption of humanity over the last 60 years. It is in fact larger than the energy consumed wordwide between 1800 and 2010 by a factor of about two, going from adding and converting the data here.

https://www.encyclopedie-energie.org/en/world-energy-consumption-1800-2000-results/

Helium 3 is an isotope of helium with a nucleus made of 2 protons and 1 neutron (unlike normal helium which consists of 2 and 2 of each).

Because it's a very light gas, it tends to float away from the earth and get swept off into space much like regular helium does, and it is believed that larger amounts of it will be available on the moon, where it is formed naturally in a slow but steady supply when natural lithium is bombarded with neutrons from cosmic rays. Helium 3 can theoretically function as fuel in a fusion reactor, having the advantage that it does not release neutrons in the reaction, meaning it does not bombard other materials inside the reactor making them radioactive (and He-3 is not radioactive itself either).

The big issues are its low availability and the fact that a reactor for this fuel would need even higher temperatures than the reactors we are experimenting with today, and we are barely starting. On that note, Tsukasa eating chip

These robots are very strange, they walk on their claws, only having wheels at the back and carrying what looks a lot like an old time minecart. If anyone knows what the name Johnny 7 might be referring to, let me know. So far I can see that there was a sentient robot named Johnny 5 in the 1986 film Short Circuit, which looked like this.

I could also note that the robots have "Battery A" and "Battery B" noted on them.

It might just be a coincidence, but I like to think it might be a nod to an early project in the series, the cellphone.

The cellphone had two battery packs, the lead acid pack to run the vacuum tube filament, and Gen's manganese battery pack, which ran the tube anode. Historically these two battery packs were designated "A" and "B".

For the record this is also the reason you can buy AAA, AA, C, and D size cells, but no B batteries. Those batteries used to exist, but they don't anymore, since the equipment they powered is long obsolete. Next up, Chrome has a flashback to Ruri's flashback.

Kirisame's headpiece has reverted to the seldom seen spiral horn version, she is most typically seen with the one shaped like cat ears.

Next up:

No, I will not apologise

This does not seem to be the same restaurant mentioned in chapter 43, though I guess it could have changed, since Senku seems older (might it be the restaurant in the sky tree?)

Also Senku puts on Byakuya's coat that was on the back of his chair.

Speaking of chapter 43...

Ukyo is not well

It's no longer Nanami Corp, it's just Ryusui

To conclude, my take on what is happening

It's been hinted multiple times that we may see the involvement of alternate timelines, which comes as an answer to the occurence of a paradox if Senku were to travel back in time or even just contact himself. The title of the chapter comes to echo this. Higher dimensions have been a bit of a popular topic lately with people making games in four dimensions, etcetera. This however is not that by the looks of it, the fourth dimension mentioned would be an additional time dimension, which can be interpreted as the existence of convergent or divergent timelines. One of the less obvious things that remain to be seen is how Byakuya (or someone pretending to be him) knew when and where to contact someone in a different timeline. We also don't know where in time they are located. It is assumed at first that the incoming message is from the future but if we are dealing with a parallel universe it may as well be coming from the past or even be coming in in "real time" (as if such concepts of relative time held up in multidimensional time).

Suika cute pose

[striderl]

This is an odd ask but is there ANYTHING that can hurt Foley, both physically, mentally and emotionally anymore? Idk why but I want to see this lovely, loose screw boi's angst side, to see him so beaten, broken and bruised, feeling defeated and stuff because to me, his walls seems so impenetrable and it's like there's nothing that can harm him in those ways. Um, again. Sorry for such a weird ask ^^;

Uhh ... you could've worded your question differently anon. But never mind, I get what you mean.

Foley is never invincible, they still get physical injuries like getting peppered with bullets or having a missing limb on the battlefield. However, when it comes to mental or emotional damage, he just deflects everything back to whoever causes it, usually in the form of threats or murder. He is rather callous with verbal assaults since he get that a lot from other speakermen, as well as the human supervisors of the speaker faction. Plus, he has been through worse in his bartender years.

Also, ever wonder why Foley has touch aversion?

Author’s note: Mechanophilia is a form of sexual attraction toward mechanical objects or simply machines.

In Foley’s case, they were abused by his owner. He was actually glad that the Skibidi Apocalypse happened so he could get his revenge, and have his faction defuses the bomb strapped to his core reactor.

His former owner was the last individual capable of traumatizing him. Since he now has an emotional connection with the Film Industry, especially with Gaffer, he would be depressed if he lost them all.

[polizwrites]

Duty Calls

This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial  prompt [#FFF270 Lights and Sirens] as well as my WinterIron Gets It Done bingo prompt: Classic_5 - Favorite Song.  

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: General Tags:  Established Relationship,  Interrupted Date  Summary:  They’d been planning a romantic evening out for weeks, only to be interrupted by lights and sirens.   Word Count: 203

“Sounds like they’re playing our song, sunshine,” Tony quipped as he tapped his reactor; triggering the nanobots to start forming the armor around him.

Bucky growled under his breath;  they’d been planning this romantic evening out for weeks.  He’d heard the sirens a few moments before Tony noticed them, along with the flashing lights coming up the street far below them.  If only he hadn’t insisted on a table near the window. 

“Right behind you.”  Bucky flexed his metal arm, prompting his own set of nanobots.  He’d finally given into Tony’s pleading and agreed to a vest and protective leg gear, but had absolutely refused a helmet.  Bucky would rather take his chances than be reminded of the clamps that held his head in place during the mind wipes he’d endured during his time with Hydra. 

The two of them ran out to the restaurant’s balcony. Now in full Iron Man armor, Tony stood on the railing and Bucky wrapped his arms around his beloved.  As they took off  in pursuit of the lights and sirens, a familiar guitar riff blasted from the armor’s external speakers. 

“That song’s more like it, sweetheart,” Bucky exclaimed, his pulse already racing in anticipation of their mission.   

[lensman-arms-race]

Titans' core ambiences

I made some little soundscapes of what each Titan's core might sound like if you stepped inside! Each clip begins with the sound of your footsteps entering the core chamber, then shortly afterwards you'll hear the sound of you pet-patting the inside of the core chamber, followed by the Titan's reaction.

I used royalty-free sound effects for these, plus a couple of bits I recorded myself. Check under the readmore for all the sources.

Titan Camera

Reaction to being petted: thumbs-up (sound of leather glove being made into a fist).

Other sounds: the two film cameras on either side of their main lens. TCam doesn't really 'say' much so they get some generic robot metallic sounds.

Titan Speaker

Reaction to being petted: claps, then buzzes amplifier.

Other sounds: softly-distorted amp, guitar and bass sounds.

Titan TV

Reaction to being petted: degausses screen.

Other sounds: extends then retracts the claw arms on their back. Plus general robotic drone sounds.

Bonus: infected Titan Speaker (oh no!)

No footsteps or pet-pats for this one. You don't want to go inside that! This one's shorter than the others because it's not very pleasant to listen to, and I was starting to feel really sorry for Titan Speaker!

Sources

Most sound effects came from: FilmCow's royalty-free sound effects pack on itch.io Freesound.org

Many of them I changed pitch/speed on, and/or added a bit of reverb.

A few sounds were recorded by me! The initial footsteps (before they step onto the metallic surface) are me walking in socks on a doormat. The core chamber pet-pat sounds are me petting an oven tray. I just couldn't find any ready-made sounds that were what I wanted.

All 3 Titans

Janitor's bedroom ambience by tomlija

coal pit mine, machinery, grabber, from short distance by be_a_hero_not_a_patriot

Titan Camera

Steps:

Metal steps by phil25

Ambient drone:

Industrial doors piezo by klankbeeld

Misc sounds:

Krasnagorsk-3 16mm film camera motor by pantax

Super-9 camera motor by pantax

From FilmCow's pack:

glass sliding

lever big

rusty oven

metal cup on metal tray

office chair movement

plastic case slid onto shelf

power on

Reaction:

Leather grip by 32cheeseman32

Titan Speaker

Steps:

Walking on metal 1 by hello_flowers

Ambient drone:

Rumbling drone by nielsvdb

Misc sounds:

1969 Teisco E-110 VS Pioneer SR-60 by johnlavine333 (really good fun, this one! I ended up cutting many parts out of it and layering them over each other)

From FilmCow's pack:

big distant thump

ping pong paddle placed down

plastic cascade

Reaction:

Metal hit by alegemaate

Glove hit by gareth_h

Amplificador by gabrielino

From FilmCow's pack:

punch

punch soft thud

Titan TV

Steps:

Walking on metal by sanderboah

Ambient drone:

Cosmos by pointparkcinema

Misc sounds, all from FilmCow's pack:

gun hit

gun movement

laser gun

metal device extended

metal sheath

metal sliding

projector screen extended

sci fi bell

space presence

Reaction:

CRT-ON- Deg- off by nlm

Infected Titan Speaker

Ambience:

Playing with guitar cord by x172

Reactor room by strangehorizon

Misc sounds, all from FilmCow's pack:

atmospheric noise

big shelves rotated

feedback

space horn

space metal

[jpitha]

On Starjumpers and Battle

Because of their size, value and reputation, Starjumpers were always a target in the Xenni war.

It got to be a trope. Every time there was an engagement, the Xenni would break off all other attacks to try and get the Starjumper.

Eventually, the Humans used it to their advantage. They'd link in with the fleet and a Starjumper, the Xenni would attack the Starjumper, everyone else would attack the Xenni, the Starjumper would link out and that was that.

It was risky for them sure, but they were well informed about what they were doing. The AIs also had signed up to fight; they weren't pressed or drafted. Humanity prided itself on a 100% volunteer fighting force, and that included the starships.

Even before the wormhole generators were installed, Starjumpers - like all human starships - were armed and armored. Humans were too used to fighting to make starships with no weapons. After the wormhole generators were installed, Starjumpers slotted into a place between destroyers and dreadnoughts. They were larger than the fearsome dreadnoughts but not quite as heavily armored. Due to their large energy surpluses (from having some of the most powerful engines in human space) Starjumpers would favor energy weapons over missiles. They'd run 4 or 5 or even 6 banks of high power exawatt lasers

If during the battle the Xenni got a lucky strike, and the Starjumper was damaged fatally, there were a few options available. The ships were so large that they never instantly blew up, so people would evacuate and plans could be made. It was always up to the AI themselves what their fate would be.

They could be downloaded to a "coffin box" - a small box of high density computational equipment that could hold them until they could either be placed into another starship or downloaded into a body. While in this box, they only have one camera and a small speaker to communicate with the outside world. AIs who have been downloaded make point of stating that the never want to be in one again if they can at all avoid it.

They could also choose to link out to another location themselves once everyone was off. This was an option if they thought they could slow or stop the damage that risked their destruction and be able to drift somewhere safe(er) until they could be rescued and repaired. This option was not often taken. If the Starjumper thought they could be saved, they usually tried to stay in the fight.

Finally, they could choose to detonate themselves. If the battle was feeling hopeless, or there was something vitally important to protect, or if the Starjumper thought that the crew was at risk of being captured, killed or worse they would order evacuation, and then get themselves as close to the enemy as possible and detonate their reactors, causing some of the largest explosions humans had ever created. If they were "lucky" the Starjumper would link into the middle of the Xenni fleet and take them out.

The AIs that make this ultimate sacrifice are not forgotten. The AIs keep a private memorial on Earth's Moon that lists them all, and their ultimate fate. They are never listed as being lost or destroyed however. They are always "between the stars."

These days, the AIs rarely have to release their weapons in anger. They drill and practice and maintain their skills and tools, but it's been a while since they've had to make the hard choices that come with a pitched space battle.

But they remember.

[soundprooft-visualz]

Humans are Space Orcs: Leopard Squad

The night was as quiet as it was still in the Great Dismal Swamp. The chirping of various hundreds of bugs brought the insectoid xenolife some semblance of comfort, being reminded of the sound of their sleeping young and mates back on their home planets. As a hive mind, the individual didn't have such feelings, but the Matriarch felt the yearn for her people to be reunited again. She had grown tired of the conquest of this overtrodden ball of dirt. Hundreds, no thousands of battalions had fallen in the conquest, and hundreds more to disease and wildlife. The company of dozens of bugs let out a collective simultaneous buzz, their equivalent of a wistful sigh, silencing the rest of the wildlife around them. The silence persisted longer than they expected it to. Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes dragged as the forest around them went dead quiet. The prey instinct kicked in and the bugs went onto high alert, drawing their weapons and looking for the predator that was lurking in the shadows.

Belyan held a finger to his lips, active camouflage making them nearly invisible as they loaded the battery into the side of a plasma rifle, the barrel glowing white hot seconds later as their helmet picked up movement signatures ahead. They pointed behind themselves without a word and then ahead of them. Eight humans crept through the forest in the dead of night, like shadows over the roots beneath the darkness of the new moon. Leopard Squad was on the hunt, and each one of them knew just what was on the line. This company was looking for an old survival bunker the Collective had just heard of themselves. It could've had food, weapons, survivors, hell, maybe even clean water. It was enough for Earth's last special forces unit to come out of hiding to secure it.

Quanta's visor zoomed out when she saw Belyan's finger pointed at her. That was the signal, it was go time. A few dozen feet to the side and several hundred feet back, she stood up, the reactor of her power armor letting out a high pitched whine before it melted away to a low drone. The bugs immediately tuned into the noise as the panels of her armor shifted into place. She let out a low chuckle and raised her arm, pressing a button on the elbow and hoping her squadmates had her earplugs in.

An old MP3 file of Ezekiel's Horn blared from the speakers of her armor, the sound of the end of the world blasting so loud it kicked the dirt around her up into a dust cloud as she picked up her weapons, lightning arcing through the dust as the barrels spun up.

"That's right, you big ugly bastards, all eyes on me." Quanta cracked a crooked smiled beneath the tungsten helmet, watching the individual vitals ratings of their enemies spike simultaneously. Interesting... they're synced up. She'd have to think about that. Modular, syncronic design could increase the efficiency of her armor.

"Q, you could at least act like you feel bad. We're supposed to be professionals." Even as Belyan's voice crackled in her ear, she could hear them trying not to smile as they loaded a magazine into their plasma sniper rifle.

"Just because I have a sense of humor doesn't mean I'm not good at my job." Three shots bounced off her armor, the impenetrable wall not even flinching as she continued walking forward, thunder cracking every time she fired her weapon into the horde ahead. One got too close and almost slipped past the sensor. As she wound her hand back for a punch it fell over, bursting into flames from a plasma round in the back of the head. She heard Belyan breathe in from the lungs emptied to steady their hand as she shook her head.

"I just had the most fucked up thought."

"What's that?" Quanta loosed a salvo of rockets, stripping a passing dropship out of the sky in a burst of purple fire as the compressed potassium burned everything carbon-based inside.

"We are definitely getting discharged if we win."

"Oh, no fucking doubt. No chance I'm passing a psyche eval after this one."

(( i still have fuckin covid this is all i got

[teeth--thief]

HI UM! i was just looking through your blog and i saw that you really like toptunov and. ummm yeah me too AUSHSHSNSNSNA im so excited :33

i was wondering if u had any resources to learn a bit about him? im gonna read through the books on the drive but if theres anything specific on him i would love to know !!! i read midnight in chernobyl so there's that! but if theres anything else

and um yeah! his whole story and being is so. captivating to me. he was just a guy!!! he told jokes ajd AUGHHH can u tell that im insane

Wow that is so odd that you'd ever think I have an interest in that man. I'm a serious and respectable researcher. So anyway, let's get into my girlfriend, dead wife and favourite boy - Lyonya!

I'm afraid there isn't one definite source to read to learn all about him... what he was up to after the explosion is described in a particularly gut wrenching way in the book by Yuri Shcherbak, (not the translated one, the Russian original) if that's something you're interested in. Midnight in Chernobyl is probably the book to read if one is interested in his person, there's little else you can learn about him from other books, sadly.

I can share any and all interesting bits I do know about him that aren't just in any particular... thing... that I have learnt up until this point in my quest to find out absolutely everything. For starters in Midnight in Chernobyl, Sasha Korol claimed our dear Lyonya got into a drunken fight with the thermodynamics tutor, right? Well, Lyonya's room-mate from collage says otherwise :)

Y.I. (I'd rather not put him on blast in case he'd prefer to keep a low profile) commented under Kupnyi's interview with Korol:

The translation is in the alt text but the jist is this: there was never any fight with any tutor or professor or anyone else (Y.I. says Toptunov was "non-confrontational"). There was, however, an argument between Lyonya and another student, which got reported to the higher ups by a professor who witnessed the whole thing. And yes, his dad saved his ass, just like it's described in the book. Not something he would have been saved from that easily if he actually beat up a member of the teaching staff, I reckon.

Korol is an unreliable narrator, unfortunately. Nothing against him, I'm sure his objective in life is not to make Toptunov look bad, if the fact that they had each others' keys and were always real... close together in pictures - hey, I'm not judging, you guys do you - is anything to go by, but to me it's pretty clear that the years took their toll on him. Perhaps he wanted to make Lyonya seem cooler.

He worked (or interned?) in Kiev, in the Department of Nuclear Safety and Control of Reliability of Reactor Installations. Maybe that's where that one mysterious photo of him, in which nobody knows what he's doing, comes from...

Another interesting thing? Apparently Lyonya wasn't too keen on being a Lyonya. He preferred being called Lyosha. Okay, well, what does that even mean? asks any non-Slavic speaker at this moment. It means that he used a diminutive not for his name - Leonid - when introducing himself, but for the name Aleksey. So much so that in an interview with Stolyarchuk, he just straight up calls him "Aleksey Toptunov". Lyosha is also how (at least one of) his Prypiat neighbours knew him. Given that his name was not that popular in his generation, maybe he felt as if it was too old school... an Old Man's Name.

There are two lost media... bits regarding him, too. I learned about both from @/toptunovleonid on Instagram who is THE Toptunov expert, truly. Nobody does it like she does, 10/10, I'd trust her with my life. One is an apparent article from around 2015 claiming that he was in the collage choir for a short period of time and another being medical documents, perhaps related to army admission or training. He was apparently 185cm and 86kg at, I'm guessing, 18-19. There is literally no "professional" explanation as to why and what do I know this for.

With this weirdly specific titbit, I'm done. For now, at least. Can't share all the things at once, can I? Hope you enjoyed this alarmingly long post. Next time I shall share Every Picture I Have Found Of Him. Perhaps. We'll see.