#TimeBending

[gamat3000]

[tmarshconnors]

A Journey Through Time

Time, the ever-flowing river that carries us from one moment to the next, has fascinated humanity for centuries. What if we could navigate its currents, dipping into the past or hurtling towards the future? The concept of time travel has long captured our collective imagination, inspiring countless works of science fiction. While we have yet to build a functioning time machine, let's embark on a thrilling exploration of the hypothetical possibilities and philosophical implications of traveling through time. After reading the majority of books from Dr Michio Kaku (Michio Kaku is an American physicist, science communicator, futurologist) over the years it does lead to the main inspiration for this blog.

Theoretical Framework:

Time travel, as envisioned by physicists and scientists, often involves bending the fabric of spacetime. Albert Einstein's theory of relativity opened the door to such speculations, suggesting that gravity could influence the passage of time. Wormholes, black holes, and cosmic strings have all been proposed as potential conduits for temporal voyages. While these concepts remain firmly in the realm of theoretical physics, they ignite our curiosity and challenge our understanding of the universe.

The Past Beckons:

Imagine strolling through the bustling streets of ancient Rome, witnessing the construction of the pyramids, or experiencing the Renaissance firsthand. The allure of visiting historical epochs is undeniable, allowing us to witness pivotal moments, meet historical figures, and gain a deeper understanding of our cultural heritage. However, the prospect of altering the past raises profound ethical questions — do we observe quietly or intervene to shape a different future?

The Butterfly Effect:

In chaos theory, the "butterfly effect" posits that a small change in one part of a system can have far-reaching consequences. Applying this concept to time travel, even the slightest interference in the past could lead to unforeseen and potentially catastrophic outcomes in the present and future. This raises questions about the responsibility and consequences of our actions across time.

The Uncertainty of the Future: Venturing into the future holds its own set of enigmas. Will we find a utopian society or a dystopian nightmare? The uncertainties of what lies ahead raise philosophical questions about determinism versus free will. If we can glimpse our future, can we alter its course, or is our fate predestined?

Temporal Paradoxes:

Time travel often comes with its fair share of paradoxes, such as the famous grandfather paradox. If you were to travel back in time and inadvertently prevent your grandparents from meeting, would you cease to exist? These paradoxes challenge our understanding of causality and create fascinating intellectual puzzles.

While time travel remains a tantalising concept that captivates our imaginations, it also serves as a rich source of philosophical inquiry.

Whether exploring the past to understand our roots or peering into the future to contemplate our destiny, the notion of temporal travel raises profound questions about the nature of time, causality, and our place within the vast tapestry of existence.

Until science catches up with our dreams, we can continue to marvel at the mysteries of time and savour the adventures that unfold within the pages of science fiction. Ever since the days of 2006 when I watched the documentaries of Dr Michio Kaku. I have always been fascinated by the topic of time and I probably always will be.

[maletofujoshi]

been listening to a lot of nicetone. The tones are nice

[crows-and-cookies]

Okay, here are my new year writing options. I have some other ones I didn't mention on here but these are the ones I want to work on. I just need to figure out what I want to focus on for the new year.

Novels

Write draft 7 of my mushrooms take over the world via the internet book. The thing is, I need to add scene reactions. To the entire book. And I feel pain doing that because I low key hate it at this point and want it to be something different, I think. Also, I've been putting off the 7th draft since my beta readers read it. Some of the comments are hard to take, but true, and it makes it hard to work on it sometimes.

Write draft 2 of Vessel, which is about a mad scientist trying to stop the cycle of reincarnation. The person trying to stop the mad scientist is not the chosen one, but the chosen one's soulmate, as the chosen one was killed in a car crash on the way to stop the mad scientist. Now the dead chosen one communicates by possessing people and talking to his very stressed out grad student soul mate. I also need to add scene reactions to this, and I could do this as practice for the mushroom one.

Timebenders. Think Avatar but like with time and shit. It's currently an outline with a few pivotal scenes, and by god I love first drafts. But the thing is it has legs. Like, lots of legs. Enough legs to be a high fantasy series. Do I really want to dive into that? Yes, I do. Let's rephrase. Should I dive into that?

Mazra Maine. I've been working on this bitch since 2013-2014. It's my magus opus of fuck you to the American school system. It's the ongoing daydream in my head. The characters are my best friends. It's a...first third of a novel rewritten 7 times and I can't actually make it work. So it's probably not going to be this one. The pieces will one day fit together in my head.

Short stories

Cal. They're a prophet who only believes in mathematics, and essentially does complex equations in their head to read the 'signs' and gain information (chaos theory). This is generally used for criminal activity. But, as always, I want it to be more than a short story--a series of short stories! Wait. Is that too close to a novel? Oh, and it's a slow burn with their childhood best friend, which I want to see grow through each short story.

Fanfiction

I'm on tumblr, so I don't have to justify why I want to write fanfic, but I will anyways. It's something I can always write, will get me through writer's block, and quite frankly, gives me dopamine at randomly selected intervals through people commenting and giving me kudos. Watching my stats go up is like crack to me. And I don't get that from my novel writing. Nobody goes through my novel and goes 'AHHHHSJDBFNJWIBDNFJ' until like, 3 years after I write that killer line. Fanfic, on the other hand, has a much faster return rate. And I have like 50 fanfic ideas.

Finish the one I have going now that's a multifandom crossover (AOT, Grishverse, MHA, and The Penumbra Podcast).

Write the AOT/Umbrella academy crossover one shot.

Any of the 5 million fic ideas I have for Aizawa from MHA.

I will be writing fanfic on the side, regardless of what I write for the other stuff. It's a constant in the background.

Ultimately, I know this is up to me, I just needed to write this all out to help me make this decision. That being said, feel free to comment your thoughts.

I did really well and got through two drafts of my mushroom novel last year and wrote the first draft of Vessel last year, so whatever I do I will do it well!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Straight to Video for Midvalley once again!

Send me ‘Straight to Video’ for your muse to find and watch a tape containing one of my muse’s memories.

Tape Begins

The camera's tilted at an odd angle, but the destruction of the shoddy buildings was clear, as well as the wall of rubble separating the priest from anyone else. He called to the others, but suddenly froze, looking up in alarm.

Standing on a grate above him, Midvalley took a breath, unleashing a sonic wave the likes of which few had ever seen. Windows shattered, the ground almost seemed to shake, but the worst hit was the target.

Chapel.

Wolfwood hadn't even been able to scream, choking on a mouthful of blood as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed. Motionless.

"Rest in peace, Chapel." Midvalley muttered, glaring down at the figure below. "Sorry. Didn't mean to kill you so quickly." There was a part of him that felt despair, seeing the motionless figure down below, but it was overtaken by anger, and determination.

He quickly left the area, trying to silence that lingering sense of pain and guilt. It's what a traitor deserves. It's what CHAPEL deserves. He made his bed, now he can go die in it.

He didn't get far however, when the distinct noise of a launcher reaches his ears, the Hornfreak turning around in shock when he saw the rpg blast into the sky. He was still alive?! HOW?! He could hear Chapel stumbling down below. He wouldn't have the element of surprise if he attacked again... He retreated.

It had been hard, seeing Chapel again. Knowing what he had to do. They'd agreed early on that having to kill each other was a possibility, but like this... Even just SEEING him with that monster made disgust curl in his gut (or was it something else?), and he certainly had mixed feelings on the damn cockroach having survived his attack. The guy was a real pain in the ass.

He must have gotten far enough now; the Hornfreak slowed to a walk. He had to find Gauntlet.

A movement behind him had Midvalley whirling around, the gun hidden in Sylvia activating just in time to hear the click of a familiar pistol against his head. Damn.

Despite the business of a gun in his face, Chapel's grin never faded, and the familiarity sent anger boiling in the Hornfreak's gut again, but he didn't move. He could see Chapel's eyes unfocused- he HAD gone blind- but his aim never wavered. Despite the apparent standoff, it was easy to see who had cornered who.

"Gotcha, Player."

Tape Ends

[notaplaceofhonour]

just had flashbacks to this series of christian kids books i read when i was a kid about a bunch of kids who had a vw beetle time machine that they took on a bunch of time travel adventures?

like it was mostly just general time machine shenanigans like kidnapping a dinosaur, visiting medieval europe, and getting in trouble with the time cops, tailored to a christian audience but then in the last one they end up fighting satan on mars or some shit? one of the kids got the mark of the beast??

What [car] would you build a time machine out of?

an old VW Beetle because it wouldn't look out of place literally anywhere

[salomeapologist]

it’s a good heads up to give your coworker!

[temporal-nebula]

[nitaalkan]

DARKNESS - -1- (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1222885846-darkness-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=niluferalkan&wp_originator=SO1bGy9GqbyUwVTRp2Sap5HjB4sTLuA39zo0n%2FO3Oc5dV2A4PJYQfYrHp9chqwpXkY%2BCcaU0yO812JnAaV6UolLhPIzxc%2Bk8tOWJvkwrVycRly21O5RWRsi%2BXGqUGjck "Are you sure I've come from the future right now? I would ask you the same question. The past is also the future in the zodiac belt." "Well then, from which past are you coming to speak so wisely about the future?" "And how much of the past do you know?" "As I played with pebbles on the beach, the vast ocean of reality stretched out before me." "Life is a dream. When you die, you wake up. Act early, wake up before you die." The book and its screenplay have been notarized. In the case of any copyright infringement, all legal actions will be initiated.

[catastrophic-crow]

this is amazing this is incredible i am looking respectfully it is so good i absolutely need to read this

excerpt from in-progress "timebending with Zuko" fic

Zuko wakes up and everything hurts.

Most specifically, his scar hurts.

That . . . doesn’t make sense, he thinks, and reaches for it automatically. A strong hand catches his wrist before he can touch it, which seems–fair, yes. Probably a good idea, anyway, because spirits does it hurt. Just . . . so much.

“Uncle?” he asks reflexively, attempting to open his eyes. It’s surprisingly difficult. And Uncle is in Ba Sing Se, of course, but he’s on his back on a futon or bedroll or something similar and someone’s sitting beside him and his head is swimming and he’s injured, clearly, so options for who said “someone” might be are limited, really.

So it’s not Uncle, obviously, but . . .

“Nephew,” Uncle says, very quietly, and Zuko . . . blinks.

At least, half-blinks. The one eye’s in too much pain to open.

The ceiling is metal, he notes absentmindedly. That’s . . . odd. He was in the palace, wasn't he?

“What happened?” he asks, vaguely bemused. Uncle pauses in a very concerning way, and Zuko has about three heart attacks about just how badly he doesn’t want to know what he’s about to say before–

“The Agni Kai,” Uncle says, very carefully. “Do you remember it?”

Zuko frowns–just with the one side of his face, because again, his scar hurts right now. To the point that his whole body feels wrong, does his scar hurt right now.

“Um–which one?” he asks, because there’s been about a dozen this month alone, and frankly he’s getting really sick of fighting them at this point but if the old guard of nobles are just going to keep dragging everything out like this–

“With your father, Nephew,” Uncle says, very carefully.

Zuko . . . blinks.

“Oh,” he says, vaguely perplexed. Uncle never talks to him about that. “Yeah, I remember that. What about it?”

“Do you remember what happened?” Uncle says.

“The part where I disgraced myself or the part where he burned my face?” Zuko says, because it’s so fucked up and awful and horrible that he can’t even get upset about it anymore, except when he’s really upset about it. But if Uncle’s bringing it up, presumably he has a good reason to be, so . . . “Or the whole ‘go find the Avatar who no one even believes exists anymore or you can never come home again’ part?”

“. . . all of that, yes,” Uncle says, still sounding very careful. Zuko frowns a little–again with just the one side of his face–and then looks over at him. His body still feels weird and wrong, but . . .

But . . .

They’re on a ship, he realizes. A Fire Nation one.

Well, explains the metal ceiling.

It doesn’t explain why Uncle is wearing red armor and a topknot like he hasn't in years, though, or why he looks so unspeakably sad.

“Um,” Zuko says, and attempts to sit up. His head immediately starts swimming even worse, and Uncle catches his shoulders and keeps him pinned against the . . . futon? Looks like a futon, yeah. “Where are we, exactly?”

“We are aboard a ship,” Uncle says. “I . . . may have slightly commandeered it.”

“. . . you paid for it, right?” Zuko asks, a little skeptical at that idea.

“Yes, Nephew, I did,” Uncle says, giving him a very tired, pained smile. Zuko doesn’t feel much better, seeing it.

“Is someone dead?” he asks, because he can’t think of anything else that would make Uncle look that way.

“Ah–no, no one has died,” Uncle says.

“Then what’s wrong?” Zuko asks warily.

“. . . you are injured, Nephew,” Uncle says, slowly. Zuko frowns, bemused. “And your father . . . I did not know he was going to do this. I am so sorry.”

Zuko . . . pauses. Looks around the room again, and then realizes: he knows this room, doesn’t he. He knows this ship.

This is the same ship he woke up on after the Agni Kai.

“Hold that thought, Uncle,” he says, then lifts his hands and looks at them. They . . . well, they are his hands, obviously.

But they’re not his hands, obviously.

“Huh,” he says, frowning in bemusement at them; turning them around like he half-expects them to stop being a thirteen year-old’s or something equally ridiculous. They don’t. They are very definitely a thirteen year-old’s hands.

Specifically, his thirteen year-old hands.

Huh.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says after a moment, putting his hands back down and glancing back to Uncle, who’s obviously the more important concern. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I took you into that meeting,” Uncle says, his voice tight. “And I watched the Agni Kai. And I did nothing to stop any of it.”

“I know,” Zuko says. “But it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was,” Uncle says, his smile a sad and terrible thing. “You were there because of my actions. My mistakes.”

“You’re not the one who wanted to sacrifice all those soldiers,” Zuko says. “Or the one who decided to throw fire at my face.”

“You were there because of me,” Uncle repeats, his voice tight and his smile no less terrible. It occurs to Zuko, briefly, that Uncle must be thinking of Lu Ten.

He only ever looks like that when he’s thinking about Lu Ten, so . . .

“Uncle,” he says. “Really. It’s not your fault.”

“Nephew,” Uncle says, and his voice is somehow even tighter. Zuko tries to get up again, and his head swims again, and Uncle moves to stop him again. This time he grabs onto Uncle’s wrists and uses them to pull himself up, and then . . .

Well, then he’s sitting up, at least.

So that’s something.

He tilts his head and his hair slips into his eyes. It’s loose, and long. Not shaved on the sides yet, like he wore it the last time he was thirteen. He supposes he should cut it, but then again, why should he? He's not changing anything, after all.

Except for this conversation, he supposes, because that went very differently last time.

. . . hm.

"Uncle," he says one more time, and reaches out for him. Uncle doesn’t seem to understand what he’s trying to do, so he has to reach out a little farther, and then Uncle makes the connection and leans in and lets him wrap his arms around him and alright, yes: that’s better, Zuko thinks, and clings to him.

Just a little, perhaps, but . . .

Yes. He clings to him.

Uncle wraps his arms around him in turn, very carefully, and makes an awful sound.

“My boy,” he chokes. “I’m so–I’m so–”

“I forgive you,” Zuko lies, because of course there’s nothing to forgive.

But of course Uncle doesn’t understand that, does he.

[nitafeve]

DARKNESS - 'Mom, Dad' (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1369539507-darkness-%27mom-dad%27?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ucurum61&wp_originator=G91IPufJJS3u6KYx0TW2mm8MpW8jW3iI8rm6k2i90eqTD4P6VE7bVHtDVRF55HjxS%2Fvc4KrgYD1W2jRXyUxRdxekR5KeWkQ4oBVljKNiasEXlX4PINOBr7UwMBpgZ97b "Are you sure I've come from the future right now? I would ask you the same question. The past is also the future in the zodiac belt." "Well then, from which past are you coming to speak so wisely about the future?" "And how much of the past do you know?" "As I played with pebbles on the beach, the vast ocean of reality stretched out before me." "Life is a dream. When you die, you wake up. Act early, wake up before you die." The book and its screenplay have been notarized. In the case of any copyright infringement, all legal actions will be initiated.

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[chimerabytes]

wesker is decidedly Not Normal but neither is judas exactly. wesker greets him literally everywhere except using the front door (he used it Exactly Once.)

judas will be in the middle of getting ready for bed or just waking up and hearing a knock at their window. so they check it out thinking oh, maybe like a stick hit it or something. nope! wesker's standing on their balcony leaning against the wall drinking the strongest coffee known to man

judas is *always* wearing a mask and sunglasses so nobody knows what they look like underneath all their clothes and techwear. and wesker admittedly is Pretty Curious. yknow hes always got his sunglasses on too but his face is pretty well known.

at first wesker was probably trying to play a long con to get judas under his wing and use him for t-virus experimentation, but somewhere along the way he genuinely fell for judas, but its very one-sided. wesker still thinks he can get judas with his charisma but theyre having None Of It.

at least it was one sided at first until judas eventually does finally let his walls down and allows himself to be a little vulnerable with wesker. and then proceeds to ghost him for weeks. runs off to miami for like a month until coming back and finding wesker knocking at his front door. invites him in for coffee. apologizes to wesker for ghosting him and running off instead of, well, doing the right thing?

judas planned on getting wesker to play into his hand so that he could kill the guy, mainly because he had intel proving what a shitheel wesker is, but while he didnt forget about it, he was just... he doesn't really know when it happened. but he is still incredibly suspicious of the guy and Will kill wesker if he tries to do anything remotely stupid.

[sealpup9]

Hello this is Dimicar and he is a primordus-corrupted charr who really likes swinging a hammer and gets into mischief. He has serious memory troubles and does not speak in complete sentences and he loves his son (his son is a very small fiery skyscale hatchling. it's name changes often.)

This norn is named Styrr Timebender, he's a member of the Astral Ward specifically the Bastion of Knowledge. He's an agoraphobic mess but he loves collecting Things:tm:. He was harmed real bad by Kryptis years ago and that's how he ended up joining. He's a mentor to someone who's a bit like an adopted daughter at this point. His morals are a little messed up! But he's doing his best?

HELLO GUILD WARS 2 TUMBLR!

do you happen to have a character that you rarely post about? that you haven’t shared pictures of in a long while/ever?

i am asking you to show them to me NOW! or show MULTIPLE to me NOW! share a sceeenshot share a drawing share some lore about your less talked about blorbos please :)

[evilminji]

You know that Post about Danny becoming the False Villian, Expose?

To train all these kids, who are running around with shitty priorities and the self preservation instincts of lemmings? Because they were arrogant. Didn't listen to the concerns of those they "protect". Didn't listen to the concerns of a fellow Hero. So now, they WILL learn, at the hands of a "Villian".

Cause he TRIED pointing things out nicely.

Was met with a brick wall of condescension and dismissal.

THAT post.

You know where he would not only do that, but go APESHIT into it? Because he is a Hero and holy SHIT these kids are gonna get themselves killed? Gonna kill somebody ELSE? Have fucked up priorities and live in a fucked up system they do not even question?

Boku No Hero Academia.

Why the FUCK are you posing for the cameras? Why the absolute FUCK are you beating that man down on the worst day of his life, instead of TALKING him down? Why are you jumping too conclusions and splitting up and playing for the crowds? Why. The ABSOLUTE AND UNFORGIVING FUCK do you seem to ASSUME that every innocent soul, that doesn't look default generic human, is the AGGRESSOR in every situation you arrive at?!

Danny would have a conniption. Just a full body rage seizure, as his Ghost-y lil brain LIT UP with the BURNING NEED to fix everything, everywhere, at once. Right. Now.

But do they listen?

Ha!

Cool, cool cool cool cool..... he's gonna burn the entire country dow- No! That way lies Dan! Breathe, Fenton. Just.... Breathe. You can fix this.

The older ones may be set in their ways, but the younger ones are still learning. They can get better. BE better. They're kids. They just need opportunities to grow. And they WANT to be Heros, right? All he has to do is show them HOW. Poke their weak spots and point out their mistakes.

He can do that!

And just? Out of NO WHERE? This foreign villian decends upon Japan? What's worse, seeming to TARGET HEROS STUDENTS. Young, just debuted, Heros. Everyone freaks out. Older Heros closing rank, where they can, to try and Protect These Kids(tm).

But they can't be everywhere at once.

And this menace? Seemingly CAN be. Can make copies of himself. Use Ice. Fly. Energy beams. Intangiblity. Invisibility! What monster are they DEALING with?! That plays the flamboyant fool, dispensing deadly peril, only to then turn around, and in chilling sobriety absolutely destroy seasoned heroes?

That LECTURES them while doing it.

He's undermining the people's faith in the system!

(But should they have faith in it? Doesn't he have good points? Aren't they getting stronger, faster, better heroes for facing him? Where did he come from? Hasn't anyone else noticed that not a single civilian has gotten hurt, at his hands? That he annihilates any true villians foolish enough to think he's on their side?)

(How many "thugs" and "minor villians" have these guys not noticed, they wonder, who have just... disappeared. Come into contact with this guy and then? Stopped. Turned up somewhere else, weeks later, healthy again. Smiling with illegal lifestyle support gear, a new job, a new life, and better future. Finally free of the violence.)

Amity may be at peace by the time Danny turns 20(-ish? Maybe? Is he? Clockwork! How old IS he? You've sent him on so many of your weird timebend-y missions he lost count!). But? Danny is a Heroic Protector Spirit. His Obsession has demands. And his Human sides Space Obsession will never really be quite strong enough to support him.

You know, since it can't die.

Just because it HAS a Soul aspect to it, doesn't mean it'll ever come into practical use. So? The more powerful Heroic instincts it is! And honestly, he wasn't even planning to STAY. Just check the place out. You know, compare his options. But... *twitch*

They Are Doing It Wrong.

So now he lives here!

.....it's awful! They don't even have any space exploration! No studying, no stars, no futuristic moon base! Nothing! And he doesn't even SPEAK Japanese! In human form? He has no idea what anyone is saying! At least the Sorta-But-Not skeleton Ghost guy across the hall is helping. Dude might be taller then his DAD. Seriously ecto-starved though. It's like he somehow GAVE all his body's ecto to someone else!

How's he supposed to heal like that?! Guy really needs to learn how to take care of himself.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation