#Volt Photos

[lamigliorepartedime]

October, this month is...

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎𝕡

Not Safe For Weak people 🎃

@lamigliorepartedime

[filmap]

La dama rossa uccide sette volte / The Red Queen Kills Seven Times Emilio Miraglia. 1972

Photo Shoot Residenz Würzburg, Residenzpl. 2, 97070 Würzburg, Germany See in map

See in imdb

[chubby-aphrodite]

How the fuck do solar panels even work

What is photovoltaics

How does that work

[love-for-burgundy-blog]

"You'll always be my P2" - 9-volt to 18-volt in Warioware Smooth Moves.

Here is my drawing of 9-volt from Warioware hugging his best friend 18-volt. I think these two have a really cute friendship so a hug came to mind.

(reference image is undercut):

[lilshitpeta]

[fr4gtpgaming]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 2025!

For my first post of the year, check out my little series of The Hex and their Warframe equivalent. (Photo composite) I originally wanted to do these in a scene but liked them on white for some reason.

Thank you to everyone that continues to support my captura art. And a special thank you to DE for allowing me to be apart of the creator's program. I will forever be grateful. Hope you all have a wonderful year and hope to see you all at Tennocon 2025!!! ^_^

I should start planning on what kind of swag i'm going to hand out this year... hmmm.

Oh and one alternative version of Amir and Volt :)

[skele-bunny]

THE GHOST LAVA LAMPS ARE EXPLODING IN EUROPE!!

Borrowing this post from @cirrus__cumulus on Twitter because WOW this is important!

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User Cirrus__Cumulus on Twitter:

If anyone is in Europe and has ordered the lava lamp, please read these photos! The lamps aren't made for European voltages and have been exploding.

Image 1:

Hi everybody, you might remember my post about the Ghost lavalamp? Pre-ordered in january, received october 25, and now it's ruined... in less then 3 hours. 🙃 We didn't think about it, but apparently the amount of electricity is different in Europe then in America. Here it's 220 V. So it literally exploded 💥 in our living room, and left us with quite a mess. Too bad... the pleasure after a long wait was very short.

Image 2:

Service post for all outside US lava lamp owners.

DON'T use the lava lamp with the installed light bulb if your wall outlet doesn't run with 120 Volt at 60Hz AC. That's the normal current voltage in America and that's what the bulb is made for. If you live in Germany for example you have a 230 Volt wall outlet which will overheat your bulb and may cause the lava lamp to literally explode.

Fix: just buy a 30 watt (or more if you want I brighter) fitting lava lamp bulb in your country that matches the current voltage in your home. And remember to buy a lava lamp bulb because the heat from it is needed for it to work

[emirphotoblog]

The photo you see was taken with a Pentax PC35AF-M camera, made in the early eighties, at that time it was the first compact camera with autofocus. It uses 35mm format film, and is powered by two ordinary one and a half volt batteries. I bought it about a year ago, it contained an old Fujicolor Superia 200 color film with an expired date, probably bought twenty-odd years ago, so the expected results are a mystery in themselves 😀 It was developed in black and white chemistry even though it is a color version of the film. This is one of the photos.

[piningpercussionist]

I wholeheartedly believe Roxie would send Scott this photo and then turn her phone off. From Ramona's phone, even.

Sketch based on a tweet I was sent (original image and link will be under the cut!)

bonus content:

From this tweet; if you enjoyed this then be sure to say "thank you Volt"

I debated rendering this further but... eh. You get the bonus content from me instead; I just thought the visual of Kim taking that photo was a bit funny-

Also a bonus fun thing I guess? I couldn't figure out what to do with the BG, so in my head they're like, behind Leo's Place (been replaying the game on my ps4 lately, hence all the bricks and boxes and other throwable things...)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A test was carried out in a laboratory on a miniature model of the New York skyline, in which a dozen or more bolts of artificial lightning were hurled from an imaginary cloud and struck the model Empire State Building, ca. July 7, 1931. No damage was done to the model. Engineers' experiments with 5,000,000 volts of artificial lightning revealed that the 1,250 foot structure afforded protection from real lightning to all surrounding it for a considerable distance.

Photo: Associated Press

[fraternoviril]

Come back soon!

Volte logo!

Photo: https://www.tumblr.com/davesden64

[amnhnyc]

This may come as a shock… but the electric eel (Electrophorus electricus) isn’t an eel. It's technically a knifefish and is more closely related to catfish and carp! This hefty critter, which can reach lengths of 8 ft (2.4 m) and weigh as much as 45 lbs (20.4 kg), delivers a charge of more than 650 volts—that’s more than five times the power of a standard outlet in the United States. Its slimy skin acts like a shield, protecting it from its own shocks. This fish inhabits the Amazon and Orinoco Rivers in South America. With poor eyesight, it relies on electrolocation to find prey, releasing small electrical discharges as it hunts. The electric eel also uses its unique abilities to stun prey and keep predators at bay. Photo: Oleksandr (Alex) Zakletsky, CC BY 4.0, Wikimedia Commons #nature #science #wildlife #amazingnature https://www.instagram.com/p/CpxxwSZL11h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[paullll-novg]

!!! OC INTRODUCTION!!!! (final Remake)

VOLT! His real name is Blythe Joyson (joy+son)

He has a complex about his small stature and most likely has Napoleon syndrome. By character, he is a cheerful, quirky and rather hypocritical person. He is ready to do anything for the sake of his desires (even the most spontaneous ones).

He loves to communicate very much and suffers from a lack of attention. Volt is very absent-minded and has problems with concentration, he concentrates well when fixing something or listening to someone.

Relations with cliques.

NERDS. He is a nerd himself, but he dislikes nerds very much and often mocks them. Every time he passes by, he won't miss a chance to throw some kind of joke at the nerds.

BULLIES. He is sincerely friends with bullies and trusts them. His best friend is Tom. He likes to listen to his conspiracy conversations and often watches some suspicious teachers or students with Tom in search of the "truth".

GREASERS. In fact, he rarely communicates with the greasers. He has a neutral attitude towards them, although due to the influence of the preppies, he sometimes changes his mind. Lola would sometimes try to talk to him, but too chatty Volt would spoil her playful mood. Volt often look into autoshop for tools.

PREPPIES. He is actually skeptical about the preppies, but he sees profit in them. He fawns over them in all ways: he does not refuse any request (even the dirtiest work), compliments them, expresses fake admiration, pretends to be stupid.

JOCKS. Blythe doesn't like jocks. He believes that all jocks are just on steroids, even if he sees them playing sports, he will stand by his opinion. In fact, he's just jealous of how tall and strong they are and would like to be the same, but he knows he can't. He likes to make pranks on the jocks: replace their sports equipment, replace their shampoos with paint, stuck chewing gum over their lockers, puts in their bags gay-adult-magazines

Dr. Watts' favorite student. Why does he have a B? Because Dr. Watts doesn't remember his name and makes grades at random. Dr. Watts knows Volt well, but he doesn't know "Blythe Joyson." One day, he got sick from Edna's food and almost throwed up in chemistry class. When Watts asked what had happened to him, Volt complained about Edna's food. And then, Watts mentioned this in conversation with Edna. she stopped spitting into his food.

In the "photo" he is together with his roommate in the dorm Mike (my second oc, I'll post him later). Volt will tell everyone that he is friends with Mike and will even defend himself with Mike when the jocks wants to beat him again.

He got his scar from an electric shock when he was fixing the TV in the dorm. But it didn't become a "life lesson" for him.

Volt can skate, but after an electric shock, his vestibular apparatus deteriorated. He is poorly oriented in the dark and easily loses his balance, so he does not like discos. Like, he really falls whenever he doesn't see the floor or support.

His favorite music genre is body-pop and punk rock.

[elenaazra]

If I think about the scene in which Eddie saves Buck, who is hanging unconscious from the stairs, the association with Rocco Morabito's famous 1967 Kiss of Life snapshot comes to mind. This is the kind of salvation I would probably like to see on the screen. And let the photo does not carry any romance, but inspiration for it could give cinema and us amazing shots. Unfortunately, I already know that Eddie will not revive Buck, so it remains only to dream about it. If you don't know the history of the picture, it was accidentally taken by a photographer walking around the outskirts of Jacksonville, sent on a boring assignment to an area where electricians Randall and Jay were doing routine work to replace high-voltage wires. Randall accidentally touched one of these wires and a 4000-volt discharge instantly passed through his body, the heart could not withstand such a load and stopped. Randall's lifeless body hung from the harness. His partner Jay did not lose his head and, realizing that every second is precious, he began to do artificial respiration right on the pole. Jay tried to start his partner's heart by continuing to do artificial respiration until he had a weak pulse. Only after that did he unhook the insurance and, throwing Randall over his shoulder, went down to the ground. By the time rescuers arrived, Randall was already on the ground and regained consciousness.

[fr4gtpgaming]

Was having some fun trying something different with my editing. Was having some fun running around with Amir and Volt. Thinking of trying to make a video... I have some ideas lol

His stride reminds me of DevilMan (and the Flash) ^_^ Took way too many photos trying to capture this.

Oh and Eleanor took her brother's sword... so yeah, she op af now.

[vukovich]

24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

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Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

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