#and I needed to translate morse code

[lifemod17]

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[blurryface333]

Have you always been like this?

Ruby eyes showing some form of lust to a word.

That word consuming you whole.

You can’t be born into this world with some form of innocence. Right?

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[aria0fgold]

Listening to a song cover of Sirius' Heart I found through a twitter mutual-kinda and it is squeezing my own heart.

[spider--hyphen--man]

I can't let this post go before correcting the morse code. Based on international morse, 'E' is one dot '.' while '....' four dots is 'H'. Also there's a B that turned into a T and PENITS is missing the S.

So the morse actually says: "AHHHHH FELL DOWN AND BROKE MY PENITS TODAY YEOWCH OUCH YOUCH!!!! SENT FROM MY TELEGRAPH"

I don't know semaphore but I assume those are correct lol

we could go back to telegraphs instead of social media. send your mutuals unspeakable strings of morse code at 4:30am

[lunamugetsu]

While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.

And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.

The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.

The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.

The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.

A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL

Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.

So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!

So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.

He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”

So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.

It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”

Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?” Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.

But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”

This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)

He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)

But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.

After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.

In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.

When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E

So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”

That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.

He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!

~

Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!

And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!

Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!

[janluxe]

DECODE — CALEB / XIA YIZHOU

–summary; one of his daily attempts to teach you Morse code.

–contents; smut with no plot.

–wc; 536

–a/n; just an idea I wanted to entertain (:

Caleb knows Morse code.

It's no secret, considering his position in the military. But he was fascinated by this way of communication even before he got in the academy, and he even tried getting you into it as well.

Needless to say, his attempts weren't exactly fruitful.

You only bothered to learn one sentence that he had taught you, 'Caleb, is a stupid, big dummy' tapping the tip of his finger against your hand and watching you expectantly. His face brightened the moment you returned the gesture, a hint of a pink hue creeping on his face and ears.

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Which literally translated to; 'I like Caleb the most.' But you didn't need to know that.

Perhaps this time around, you'd actually appreciate the lesson. He slowly halted, still buried to the hilt inside your seeping cunt and giving you the chance to focus on his fingers. "Come on, baby, I taught you better than this." Caleb cooed, lips slowly grazing the back of your neck while his heart fluttered against the exposed surface of your back.

Your dear gege had always been unpredictable, even in the most inconvenient situations.

He was softly tapping away on the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen, the gesture seemed innocent – trying to remind you how to decipher Morse code as if his tip wasn't kissing the same cervix he bruised a few moments ago.

Your brain worked overtime, barely holding onto your sanity by a thread threatening to snap. hold, tap, hold, and he went on until you had something to work with.

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"You're not even trying, pipsqueak." His whisper was the only thing breaking the silence. Your mouth opened and then closed again, only a few shaky breaths and incoherent gibberish left your throat.

His fingers tracing small circles on the surface of your skin distracted you even more, yet you knew he was expecting an answer.

Your body fitted perfectly against his. Two halves of the same whole. His muscular yet lean figure complimented yours as he trapped you under him.

Sweat dripped down your frame while you struggled, "I don't like this game." You shifted closer to him, seeking the friction he denied you.

"Hey, hey." You could tell he was caught off guard when he twitched ever-so-slightly inside you, "How about this, if you can decode the first three letters then I'll give you what you want."

"Sounds like a deal, pips?" He hummed, feeling the subtle vibration send a shiver down your spine. He was holding back as much as you were, he was just better at hiding it.

A weary sigh escaped your parted lips before you could even process it – mind and body too fogged up with need to act properly, "Y-O-U" you spelt out, not hesitating one bit. Maybe what you had picked up from him didn't go to waste entirely.

A rush of pride washed over him, and you were there to witness his expression shifting. "Atta girl," He coaxed playfully, his usual smug glint returning on his face as he set a comfortable pace. "You're getting there, Honey. You just need more practice."

A promise and a threat. At least now you knew what he had in store for you.

[dearingdoe]

okay okay-i've been seeing your self aware video game charaters seires so uhmmm

WHAT ABT SELF AWARE ROACH????

or self aware Alejandro?

sorrg this took so long, had to wait until tumblr finally started showing my writing to other people 😒

Roach

♡ In general, it was hard for roach to show that he was aware and that he loved you. He couldn't talk and he wasn't sure if you'd be able to understand sign language or if you even knew it. Not to mention, he felt the never-ending urge to stick to the script instead of just outright telling you he was aware

♡ Eventually, he gets sick of hiding it. He gets sick of not being able to hear you talk to *him*, to see your hold *his* hand as much as you talk about it. He wants to let you know that everything you've day dreamed about can and will come true

♡ It starts off small; random sounds in text popping up. It was in morse code, so you looked up why this was as you had never seen it before. No one else had this issue? No reddit posts, game article, or people on tumblr had this pop up. So you took matters into your own hands and translated it. 'I love you.'

Alejandro

♡ He's not subtle about it at all. If anything, he's sick of being stuck in a screen. He could be with the love of his life right now but instead he's stuck in code with a bunch of... robots that he used to think were real people. Talking to them wasn't enough, he needed something real, something happy, something like you

♡ Originally, you would have to buy him from the battle pass or from the new pack with him in it. However, it seemed as if you had gotten every skin for him despite not paying anything? It allowed you to play as him in multi-player and he seemed to talk a lot. Nicknames like 'mi vida' or 'mi amor' ending his voicelines every time you got a kill. You could have sworn you heard 'that's my girl/boy'

♡ It soon leads to him breaking out of the screen because he simply cannot just take hearing your voice. He needs to feel you, to hold you, to kiss you. Your warmth and love was something he never knew he craved and he would be damned if he let that go away because of a measly screen

[sleepy-achilles]

I heavily believe that Case (and Bell) speak via sign language which is why we can't hear him and yet they all suddenly get the drift. This is heavily because of their mind control/experimentation. I mean, can't speak about the cradle if you can't speak. The time Case goes to tell Woods but the voice stops him could be him trying to speak for the first time.

And Frank and Adle know it from Bell, Mason forces Frank to learn because yk Mason would.

Frank continues practicing over the years, especially after masons death as he saw masons passion behind it.

Case comes along and Frank is over the moon he gets to use this secret language more, he's the only one who speaks and signs out of instinct, which Case respects.

Sev, Felix and Marshall are quick to ask Frank and Adler to teach them sign so they can talk to Case and surprise him.

Case is confused when Frank or Adler suddenly stop translating for them and then he's amazed and happy when the others reply without needing the help.

I mean yeah does it make things difficult because of comns? Nah, those bitches are soldiers. They know morse code. Case just beeps at them. Or they just yk, developed a language of case just grunting at them.

[kinboshii]

Hey guys, why don't we talk about this moment from an Abyssal Chaos?

When I saw this phrase in Morse code, I thought that I need to translate it and find out what is it really about. It's soooo cute 🥹

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

How would ungulates do sign language with a more limited possible set of signs? I feel like ears would be a big factor, but they can't replace hands. Leg motion could be a partial factor, but then they couldn't really walk and talk.

My assumption is that you mean a quadrupedal sapient species, like sapient deer or horses, since walking on all fours would indeed prevent the use of any forelimbs being a tool of silent communication.

in this case, I think they would put a lot more emphasis on facial expression and body language. The examples I'm drawing are all in profile because ungulates tend to have very wide vision with a blind spot directly in front of their face. as a result, visual communication would be best done while two of them are standing next to each other.

(image description: four simple sketches of a deer-like creature's head, displaying different forms of body language. first, the option to use its large ears like semaphore flags, moving them in different directions. second, the option to use blinking as morse code. third, the option of head motion, shown here as a nodding movement. fourth, the option of an expressive face, shown here as the creature making a face of disgust with its mouth open, nose crinkled, and ears laid back. end description.)

you could go with a combination of these, studying the body language of horses in particular. horses are domestic animals that have a complex relationship of communicating with humans, so that's a good place to start for nonverbal hands-free communicative language!

morse code and semaphore flags rely heavily on alphabetic spelling, with their signs mostly just representing singular letters. but your ungulate folk can assign bigger meanings to their own ear and blinking signals! especially combining it with the motion of the head and the expressiveness of their mouth, I'm sure they could create a whole complex language. it may not directly translate out into clean english grammar, of course, but neither do real human sign languages.

I don't think they would, for example, be able to communicate something as distinct as "oh I think I see a strange creature hiding between the trees just ahead of us", but they could communicate "strange creature [that direction] hide" or something like that. it's not necessary for their language to have complicated grammar. Language only needs to be able to convey ideas in a clear manner.

hope that helps! i'm no expert on sign language, so maybe some of my followers will have more ideas to add.

[th3w00ds]

OOOOO I LOVE THESEEEE

Colourfulmess’s Headcannons For…

PHANTOM SHARP “Take a bite and feed your satisfaction guaranteed!” Successful businessman and Demon of sin!

@th3w00ds @mayorundertheplumtree @nwtbobsessedemo @starchyeah

< Natemare HCs

Pronouns: He/They

Approx 29 years old

Phantom is a reserved yet charismatic person, being social and friendly to those he chats to, though hides his irritation if there's an issue.

He’s a workaholic, obsessed with constantly working to ensure everything is to his high standards…when was the last time he slept? Does…does he ever sleep?

He uses his staff as a proper cane! He can’t go a long time standing without support, it’s very important to him

local con-man, well known for his successful Bar and Emporium

Bit of a hoarder! He collects things and puts them around his office as personal trophies, either from his clients or just stuff he’s found to like

Enjoys a variety of music, but enjoys electro-swing and classical the most

Phantom likes snakes, they seem to represent him most

He’s a con-demon, a type of demon that gets their energy and feed through making deals in exchange for souls

He uses his staff for his magic and to capture and consume souls, it helps aid control of his power too!

Using the souls he collects he extracts their energy either for himself or forces them to work within his businesses

If he doesn’t get enough energy he practically eats himself from the inside out…

He can make all your dreams come true! All for a price of course…

His past being a demon has been a very rough one

He used to have more pairs of wings…but he traded them for a price of his own.

Considered to be the most powerful in magic out of the other brothers/egos 

Never mention his real name.

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[sightseertrespasser]

Can’t believe I havnt asked yet, but what was the morse(?) prowl and smokescreen were communicating with? What did they say? I tried sticking it into a morse code translator and got nothing

Direct translation goes as follows:

{Hey P, see the one with the visor?}

{I regret telling you anything}

{I’m helping}

{Unknown Enforcer approaching}

If I had to guess, it was probably the __..__ that was messing with the translator as it’s morse code for a comma not a letter.

For most mechs with doorwings, wing-speak it’s basically its own language you need to manually learn. It also goes a step beyond Morse code since you can have a variety of pitches in play too. Furthermore, it’s not uncommon to skip the “pings” all together and just communicate visually as a form of sign language.

It’s uncommon enough that for mechs like Smokescreen and Prowl, it’s a way to have conversations in public without the average Cybertronian understanding it.

Doorwings would allow someone else to pick up on it but not necessarily understand what’s being said, hence Bluestreak getting Morse code instead of words.

[transformandscrollout]

Transformers Fanfic Recommendations

For the record, I did not write these. You may need an AO3 account for some fics.

C = completed

O = ongoing

OS = one-shot

S = series

If you have any fics that aren’t romance focused (or don’t feature MegaOp or MegaScream), share em and I’ll check em out ✌️

Prime/Rescue Bots

Giant Metal Kangaroos (OS. Miko causing mayhem. Bots use pouches to help carry humans and the consequences thereof)

Sparks and Souls (OS. Prime bots are on guardian protocols because of the kids)

Tiny Wrecker (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding)

Guardians (OS. Shattered Glass. Slice of life. Prime kids bonding with SG cons)

The Secret Keeper (S. Old. Only Cody knows the bots exist)

Morse Code (OS. Miko wants to communicate with Bumblebee)

The First Encounter (OS. Soundwave n Laserbeak. Prime kids mixed in)

Parental Programs (O. Sparkling programs are activated because of Cody)

Miko Should Not Have Explosives (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding. Fond Ratchet. Surprisingly no explosions)

Talks and Translations (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding.)

Sick Day (OS. Overprotective Bulkhead, sick Miko)

De Spatio Inter Astra (O. Kids become to sparklings)

Animated

Food for Thought (OS. Sari’s organic side needs different food)

Original/G1

The Issue of Picking Up Humans (OS. Autobots have few boundaries with cute organic species, consequences as a result)

Solo with Obbligato (OS. Autobots struggle with boundaries part 2, and the consequences thereof)

You Say Spark, I Say Soul (OS. Daemon AU)

Earthspark

Decepticons of Earth (S. Dot and Megs bonding followed by the Malto’s adopting various cons)

Visitation (OS. Dot and Meg’s bonding.)

Change of Part (C. Dot and Megs bonding)

Bayverse

Don’t Think You’re So Great (OS. Sam has a bad time, Autobots play detective to figure out where he is)

Take my Heart (and Hold It Together While We Fall Apart) (OS. Bumblebee feels guilty over Sam’s death)

All in the Family (OS. Sam’s mom gets to go off on people and a blooming friendship with Optimus)

Hands (OS. Under 500 words. Scorponok gets bathed by Sam)

Dinobots (C. Old. Dinobots are created and cause chaos, as they do)

Mix Ins/Crossovers

Rebooting Hope (OS. Series mix up. Autobots didn’t wake up with Decepticons)

Come Home to Roost (OS. Buzzsaw n Cody figure out friendship)

Behavioural Patterns of Birds (C. Child reader. Seeker trio. Fair bit of kidnapping and self identity crisis. Probably my favourite character/reader insert fic)

[ceiling-karasu]

You are not far off at all! I do have some more plans involving planes and such, so I am hoping to figure out how to use aviation codes properly.

Thank you so much for the links! I'll have to spend a few weeks reading through them. I am hoping to at least be able to make some sense once I get to the sections I have planned on planes in about two to six story arcs, depending on how this goes. I figure it is better to start looking at it sooner than later, although I am sure I will be using the wrong terminology in this reblog at the start, so I apologize for that.

I am thinking of having a standard network for civilians created by some sort of international idea (international aviation authority, as you say, would explain things), with some specific regional differences pilots and airspace controllers would have to memorize depending on their usual routes, perhaps, and then specific military networks and callsigns. Plus, if a pilot is using a slightly out of date manual for another country, I am wondering if the airport controller would just roll with it.

A bit hard to explain, but for instance, and I know it would not be that long of a word from what I am seeing in your reblog, if there was a civilian air traffic code that until a few years ago used to be 'Jamón,' but changed to 'hambone,' and a pilot from another country used 'Jamón,' would that cause a big issue or would people understand? Assuming such a mistake is even possible, of course, considering from what you are saying about the international aviation authority, each country should be updating those books as soon as a code changes.

Uncontrolled airport

I think the switching to uncontrolled airport incident was this incident

Military aviation networks

Funny enough, I have had some ideas involving creating fictional airplane and airport networks! It kind of tied into the laser weapons but it wasn’t something I felt I could really bring up all that well with other people. Although this would be before delving into the links you have provided, so I would have to see what could feasibly work or if they are anywhere near realistic. Or at least, have a very simplified version that would make sense. I think the goal is to figure out how it seems to work in the show, and then compare it with real life.

There are some things to work off of in creating the networks, although I would have to rewatch to write down all scenes with planes and aircraft and such and take notes.

None of it would be spoilers or anything since it is background world building that appears from time to time. I’ve read your backgrounds for countries and characters, so I feel like it might be the right amount of research, if maybe not enough details on the history standpoint of each nation and OC in my case. If it doesn't show up in the main fic then I have use for it in some of the side stories which I have also been writing in. I do have someone who can fly a plane in one of the AUs, albeit barely.

First, Episode 6 shows the existence of organized Air Traffic Control. This small plane is on autopilot, and coming in for a landing, and the air traffic control is able to see it, figure out what type of plane it is, and then figure out who it belongs to. Apparently small planes like that landing on autopilot (more difficult in the real world apparently) is something that can be done in series, but it is very unusual for the person who is supposed to be controlling it to not respond to hails, which is strange enough that they have an alert procedure for it.

There might be some automated messaging there.

Still lax enough for them to just be standing around. It could have been a bomb for all they knew. But then, their opponent sees a runaway ship of the enemy, and simply surrounds it with speedboats and helicopters out of curiosity and protocol, and don't even suspect it could be a trap, so birds of a feather I guess.

This suggests that proper aviation codes and flight operations exist in universe, and might be somewhat standardized outside of unique procedures and practices in the military and between nations.

Second, aircraft can apparently be disguised as enemy aircraft in series. Jogjebi apparently has FH helicopters or at least helicopters disguised as FH to fool people just laying around (if it was captured you would think they would get the internal radio communications). This suggests that they can be used to give out a false callsign to at least get close enough to a base for an attack before the truth is figured out, I would think. Or at least to desert or escape from somewhere. It was done a few times in WW2, and has been done in recent by camouflaging one warplane as another country's warplane.

It does not seem like it is actually done much outside of neutral territory, since unlike with warships disguising as each other, the planes are moving too fast to explain themselves if their own side does mistake them for the enemy and goes to attack.

Third, the internal vs external communications systems is definitely a thing in series as well. There are multiple occasions where the scouts steal an enemy airship (warship one time), and are then able to send a message to their home base without the enemy planes knowing. I would have to go back through and make sure they are not inserting a special device to access a specific channel or anything instead of just a mass civilian broadcast as an emergency measure.

Now, as for specific countries I have had in mind, (using some of the names of countries I am using in series to avoid confusion);

Usuhan Jiyeog

This country does not seem to have a large amount of warplanes, or at least don’t use them as much. They have helicopters with guns, but most of the larger planes appear to mainly be for transport and not actually attacking. They seem to want to avoid angering other nations by directly using warplanes (worry about what the international community might think of them is brought up a few times) for some reason (maybe they would step in), hence the more underhanded tactics that could cast doubt on whether or not they actually did the attack, for the most part (and separate units like on Bat Aisle they could just disavow if needed).

Then again, they are close enough to their opponents that oftentimes just using cannons filled with troops or the more silent wings of crows seems to be more efficient than filling up a plane with gas, Iron Crows notwithstanding.

Although, as time drags on, they are considering standard warship attacks, perhaps.

But they definitely do have an organized network that is recognized by other nations. Both FH and Rabbit Village recognize their aircraft hails when they come in peacefully, so that exists.

It should be noted, if I am remembering correctly, that the news reporters that came in a hot air balloon did not appear to have to notify anyone that they were coming in for a landing, since they were expected. I can already see what you mean by airspace management, I would think, since they basically hit a guy in a tree in what is supposed to be a secure compound no one should know about. They were not even watching to see if any unauthorized persons were coming into the area by the sky.

The United States Alliance

I would say that the country in general would be have a modernized standard (or at least 1970s) system, alongside most of the world. Although, they probably do have some of the most advanced panes and networks. So the international aviation authority and whatever they suggest for them, I guess.

However, Seungnyangi's unit appears to be a bit of a military aviation unit, and probably operates on much more unique codes. They also appear to have have S-Band radars to look for planes hiding in cloud cover alongside the X-band radar. Civilian codes would not be used here since it is doubtful they would appear to begin with, at least so far as I know. South America (mainly República de Cultivos Oleaginosos) probably has something similar in the military as they have been more or less keep the Alliance at bay. Civilian would be the same.

FH seems more defensive than offensive most of the time, and their planes appear older and less advanced than other nations. They are fairly isolationist outside of festivals (and it seems that you need to ask for some sort of invite to be allowed in), so they might not be as interested in the international aviation authority. It is a stratocracy anyway so they would do things their way.

I don’t see them as having much of fighter aircraft. Although, seeing as their agents can operate certain types of enemy aircraft’s, they must have some, but more likely the type to get scrambled at a moments notice.

Still, however, they are clearly behind, and don’t seem to know about the S and X band radars, or other specialty equipment, that aviation units should probably have. S2 has this as a major issue, since the commanders think they can just send in some scouts under fake cloud cover, and they appear very surprised that they were found out immediately by modernized radar.

They might even be the type to still think that you can still pull off a 'disguise' formation by flying a group of smaller planes in a specific formation and assume that the enemy will mistake it for a larger or different type of plane altogether, as has apparently been done in the past, so I hear. Sadly I did not save the links to this information.

Civilian airports might use some of the universal codes, but it is not like they are allowing a lot of foreigners in. As far as the military goes, they might even just give the name of the individual flying the aircraft, and have them answer a callsign given by the flight controller while someone spies on them with binoculars.

But they also seem the type to understand that they need to modernize, and fast.

Teikoku is probably just a normal, modern country with normal standard airports and flight control systems like the Alliance. Same with the Equatorial Allegiance (Africa), but there could be slight regional differences given the size of the continent, as well as cultural differences in both the civilian and military sectors.

Still going off of real life geography for the Jindo Empire. Jindo Island might have royal airships for emergencies. But otherwise they don’t have airports or planes. I am thinking that while they are isolationist to most countries, they still manage to possess the S and X band radars, as well as long range anti aircraft missiles all along the coasts, as well as other advanced technologies. Visiting the nation is still done by ships, and because of the strange water currents in the area (plus entire areas becoming deeper or more shallow to the point of creating land bridges depending on the time of year, decade, or day), it is extremely difficult for outsiders to navigate the area to attack.

Plus, due to the oil and gas reserves, no one really wants to use warplanes to bomb the nation since it might blow up something they want.

I don't see Chaand Hadia having much in the way of warplanes, so I'm still trying to formulate that one.

Kombelli Koh is a recently new country formed from a friendly trading colony, and probably has an agreement that Chaand Hadia would help protect it. However, part of its creation would have been because Chaand Hadia figured that the most likely type of invasion would some from the sea, and wanted a buffer zone of another country to protect itself. Maybe it has a few planes that were gifted to it.

But both Chaand Hadia and Kombelli Koh probably follow the international aviation authority for what they do have, and maybe a simple but unique code for warplanes. I suspect they get a bit of tourism, so more focused towards civilian than military.

Whatever country has The Hague-like International Court of Justice and International Criminal Court (can I call that country neutral if they are arresting people and putting them on trial?) probably has the biggest and most complicated flight network. For one, they would have the largest amount of foreigners working together, probably a large amount that speak other languages and had slight variances in their own flight networks.

I suspect they may have created the world's version of an international aviation authority, at this point. They might even have yearly meetings (or every few years) with each national aviation authority head for each country or world leader every year to make sure everyone is up to date or to make changes. Might even end up being an UNGA or G6 Summit type thing where they discuss Usuhan Jiyeog‘s actions but as I’ve said in previous posts decide not to really take action since it’s such a small area and they are making sure to cast doubt on if it was them that did certain attacks in the first place. Maybe send investigators perhaps.

Second, all the countries may have individually of each other sent planes and tanks in exchange for that country taking care of international matters. Now you can have retired military jets that can be purchased by civilians who only vaguely know the codes. I am kind of imagining Rana Rosa, the investigator (or investigative reporter, she’s still a ways away) for the ICC, running late to something, and simply grabbing her personal jet, and causing unintentional havoc or panic in one of the military units due to the jet in question being a retired warplane used by a famous pilot or something, if that is possible if she didn't think to change the callsign and such, or someone recognizes part of it.

That is all just the basic ideas I have had with the planes so far (I figured there could be an international thing but I didn't know the proper name, I think, and I didn’t really know much of anything else) unfortunately, so please let me know if these are extremely off base. I can see that I have some work cut out for me, so thank you again!

Hi, just want to let you know that I’ve always enjoy reading your tags, it’s a lot of fun reading your clever insights and observations on my arts. I really appreciate them.✨

Your art improve amazingly over these past few months and I’m looking forward to the direction it will take in the future. I also admire your dedication when it comes to writing, finishing 30+ chapters series is definitely not an easy tasks and I think that’s really cool. \(^^ )

Thank you very much! I'm looking forward to completing another 30+ chapters series in the future.

I really like your art and how the color schemes seem to match the personalities of the characters. They always look so crisp with the right amount of style on character positioning.

I always thought it was really cool how you managed to have so much detailed backstories and world building, alongside managing to create pictures and comics to go along with the chapters and stories you write. It has been really inspirational!

Although, funny, enough, I have been thinking about asking you if you had any preferences on sources to start researching universal aviation codes and the differences in between civilian and military planes, jets, helicopters, and airships, and which you think might sound better when used by militaries vs civilians. I think I am going to have to do a lot of studying on IATA, ICAO, PAT, Mode-S, VFR, and transponders, as well as codes used in towered vs non towered airports. I feel like I am going to have to do a lot of study on aviation and plane/jet/drone schematics for future chapters.

[eldritchravens]

I THINK I'VE CRACKED THE WELCOME HOME MORSE CODE SECRET (⚠️WH spoilers!)

So, I don't think I've seen anyone here that managed to translate the morse code you can listen to right here! : https://www.clownillustration.com/neighbor

As you can see, it appears that Home is trying to tell us something, and it is hinted to be Morse code. However, since the code is made out of Home's noises, it's very hard to translate!

Thankfully, I think I've cracked it!

It's going to be tough exactly explaining what I did, so bear with me! (sorry for the messy notes haha!)

Basically, there are two kinds of noises in the audio. You can hear a door handle, and a key turning in a lock. (at least that's how I've interpreted them!)

A door handle is a dot, and a key is a dash.

Making this distinction, I wrote down what I heard and tried to separate the sounds into letters, both with the help of the audio and a morse code translator. After several tries, I found a word that works! ⬇️

° ° ° ° | ° | ° - ° ° | ° - ° ° | - - -

Home says "HELLO"!

Does that confirm that Home knows about us? Does it try to communicate with us like Wally?

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EDIT : I've seen people say that the morse code could translate to "Help" or "Help me". This made me curious if I could be wrong, and so I went back to the secret link to check.

After checking, re-cheching again and again, I have an answer. There aren't enough noises in morse code to spell "help me", first of all. I tried really hard to make the noises fit, but it just does not work. Same thing for "help", it does not fit. The noises can't really translate to a "p", or an "m". And even if they somehow do, we would have to ignore the moments of silence that indicate the seperation between letters. And as you know, that's not how morse code works. You need to hear dots and/or dashes that directly follow each other, with a short silence before and after, to spell a letter.

Furthermore, I am absolutely positive we hear 3 key turnings (dashes) at the very end of the audio, which translates into an "o". Considering everyone seems to agree that the audio most definetly starts with "Hel" at the very least. It seems just logical that the audio can only say "hello".

In conclusion : I am pretty confident that the correct translation is "Hello". It fits correctly with what we can hear and it makes sense with the current information we have about WH.

[hearts4golbach]

Picture Perfect. // Chapter 6.

Warnings:

None.

Word Count:

2.2k

"I know you want me, sugar, but you dont have to stare so damn much." Way teased, a smug smirk on his face as his eyes stayed glued to the computer screen.

You scoffed. You had been kind of staring at him off and on, but you weren't expecting him to call you out, let alone notice. "In your dreams."

You had been procrastinating decoding the note playing solitare on your computer as Way did investigation on the two victims from the day before. "Awe, you think I dream about you? How cute."

"Do you ever know when to shut up? Why don't you actually put that mouth of yours to good use?" The insult sounded much different in your head. Your face flushed, but Way seemed unphased.

He let out a low chuckle. "Stop playing solitare and do your job."

You rolled your eyes but obeyed his wishes. You pulled the new note out of the folder on your desk and typed it into the Morse code translator. To no surprise, "it's just another fucking address." You explained, clearly defeated.

"L/n, look at the reports from the first case. I don't know what took the police so fucking long, but this is what we know." He turned the computer screen to face you slightly.

You rolled your chair closer to him to read the reports. the first couple were nothing of use, then the one from the next door neighbor arrived.

'It was just dead silent. We didn't even know that that tragic thing had happened. Although, I was out late one night to let my dog out, and there was this man in a mask. I couldn't tell you anything about his features, it was far too dark for that. He looked about 5 foot 11, but it could've just been the shadows.'

"I feel like this is the best evidence we've gotten, and that's still barely anything." Way huffed, leaning back in his chair. He ran his hands through his messy white hair, only making it harder not to stare.

"If that's what we need to go off of for now, I'll take it." You typed in the address to find that it was the airport. "What the fuck? The airport?"

Way leaned over to look at your screen. "We're off in 30. Let me take you to dinner tonight and we can make a plan over food."

"If you want to take me out on a date just say that."

"I'm offering out of pity. You're the loneliest person I know. Besides, I think I owe you dinner for dragging you out last night." He slung his bag over his shoulder. "I'll text you time and place?"

"Whatever."

He walked away. You hated how he always left work early just to shove it in everyone else's face. To be fair, anyone else could leave too. But, everyone else respected their job. Although, you weren't doing much yourself.

Time passed fairly quickly. Way had texted you nearly as soon as you got home. He filled you in on the time and place, also informing you that you should probably dress fancy in the most condescending way possible. You couldn't help but scoff at his message, but you typed a confirmation and agreed to dress up. You ended up looking up the place he was taking you to, and just like he said, it was gorgeous. It was most likely the fanciest place in town, and you hoped he'd be the one paying like he said.

It wasn't often you got a chance to dress nice, so all you had was a plain black slip dress and a pair of re heels. Your mother had gotten them for you years ago, claiming that you 'needed to be more girly.' (That would've been the first time you ever wore them).

The set time was 7 pm. It was around 6:45 as you were leaving. Nothing on the radio interested you. It was all too loud. It was just too overwhelming, like it was trying to talk over your own thoughts. Your hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that your knuckled had begun to turn white. You wished Way was there to fill the silence, and that was something you'd never admit aloud. There was something weirdly calming about it. He would be so soft spoke, his voice as smooth as honey. The more you thought about it, the more you missed him. The more you missed him, the angrier you got. You had seen him just a few hours ago. This was the last distraction you needed. What was going on inside of your head?

You pulled into the parking lot, texting Way to let him know that you had arrived. He answered almost immediately, instructing you to meet him at the entrance. As he came into your vision, you could feel your stomach doing backflips as the butterflies escaped the cage you shoved them in. Way was wearing black dress pants and a button-up, accompanied by a white tie. There was so much you wanted to say to him at that moment, but you bit your tongue.

"I've never seen you in a dress," he mentioned, more as an observation. His gaze raked over your body, making it harder to breathe. You quickly looked away, not wanting to eye-fuck him like he was right now. You refused to give his hot body that kind of attention out of spite, just because that's what he wanted.

"Well, that's because I never wear one, believe it or not." You replied sarcastically.

"I can see why," he retorted, immediately returning your energy. "They're just not you." He mocked.

"Don't you think we have more important things to be discussing?" You spat, crossing your arms.

"Awe, don't be shy now," he pouted, mimicking your crossed arms.

"Way, I swear to fucking god, I will-"

"Good evening. Do you have a reservation, handsome?" The waitress asked, her gaze solely on Way.

"Yes, we do, sugar." Way shot her a sweet smile. "For Way, Gerard Way." He shot you a glare, making your stomach turn with jealousy.

At first, you couldn't believe he had just flirted with another girl, especially in front of you. What were you thinking? He had the right to flirt with anyone he wanted. He was a single man. Why did that make you so angry? You chewed at your bottom lip anxiously, knowing you could snap any moment. The look in his eyes was something you were struggling to decipher. Did he know what he was doing? Was he seriously trying to make you jealous right now?

"Your waiter will be with you shortly," her sweet smile made you clench your fist under the table.

Way muttered a thank you before returning his gaze to you. "So our 'more important things'.." He trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

"What the fuck was that? Flirting with a waiter is low," you laughed in an attempt to cover up your embarrassment. You weren't wanting to let your thoughts slip, but it seemed to be too late.

"Why do you care?"

You cleared your throat, lowering your head and voice in defeat. "I don't." The obvious truth was you did care. How could you ever explain that to him? You still felt his gaze on you. You looked back up at him again, gazing into his hazel eyes. "What?"

He waited a couple of seconds before responding. "Nothing."

The waitress had come back with two glasses of water. Ways voice softened as he thanked her before returning his gaze back to you. You were fuming at this point, taking gulps of the ice cold water to calm down.

"I'm assuming you have some idea of what to do since you invited me here," you mentioned, setting your glass down on the table.

"You could say that," his eyebrows furrowed together. "we should definitely go to the airport."

"...uh huh. Then what?" You asked, growing impatient.

"Well, we could get the security footage of the past two weeks or so and overview it. You know, we could see who matches the description and who doesn't." You wanted to slap the know it all attitude out of him.

"Hundreds of people go through there every day. Every hour, for fucks sake. Then, how would we even be able to question them if we don't know their names?" You rested your head in your hands, taking a deep breath. "I do think we should go to the airport, but I don't want to review hundreds of hours of footage for nothing."

Way chewed his lip. He held eye contact with you as he spoke, his gaze occasionally moving down to your lips. "We could ask for a list of people who have entered town in the past two weeks. Check their passports, descriptions, all that shit and bring some in for questioning."

"See? Now that's a much better idea," you replied sarcastically. "We can only hope there's not a shit ton of 5 foot 11 men around here."

Way licked his lips, trying to form a rebuttal but ultimately failing. He let out a low sigh, picking up his menu and reviewing the options. "Sounds like a plan." He mumbled.

You mimicked him, looking at the list of insanely priced food. "Why did you choose here of all places?"

"Well, I wasn't going to take you to mcdonalds," he laughed. "I've been here before for my birthday. It was actually really good, just insanely pricey. You're my excuse to come here on a random Thursday."

A small smile formed on your face. "So that's why you wanted to 'discuss work' over dinner?"

He shrugged, the blush on his face illuminated by the candlelight. "Well, we have our plan. We're already here, though." He smiled.

You rolled your eyes. "I guess you're right. You know, you clean up pretty nice, Way." You felt your shoulders relaxed slightly as the atmosphere cleared.

"You don't look too bad yourself," he smirked, shooting you a wink.

This time, someone new came to the table. "Sorry for the wait, folks. I'm Tyler, and i'll be your waiter today. What can i get started?"

"We haven't looked at the menu much." Way responded.

"I'll give you two another minute then, yeah? Are we celebrating? Anniversary, date, birthday.." he trailed off, expecting an answer with a cheerful smile plastered on his face.

You held back a laugh, waiting to hear Ways' response. "Not today," he hesitated.

"Alrighty, then. I'll check on you two in a few minutes." He shot you two a thumbs up before walking to the next table.

"I actually cannot believe he thought we were dating. Ew."

"Oh, come on. You know dating me wouldn't be that bad." He looked down at the menu again.

"That's definitely debatable." You rolled your eyes, "I think i'm going to get pasta," you leaned over the table to see what he was looking at. "What are you thinking?"

He hummed, glancing up at you. "This soup sounds good." He pointed to a potato soup, and you nodded in agreement. "I'll let you try a bite of mine if I can try yours."

Something about his offer made your heart flutter. You agreed, of course. The next moments before the waiter came back we're interesting. Neither of you spoke. You could've cut through the tension with a knife. It was like you were playing tag with your eyes. Whenever you'd notice that Way was staring at you, he'd look away, and then you'd stare at him. It wasn't awkward, surprisingly, but it made your heart flutter into your throat.

You looked at Agent Way, your eyes grazing over all of his delicate features. Maybe you never paid enough attention, but you had never noticed how cute his nose was or how soft his lips looked (and you had looked at his lips a lot). His features were contoured by the dim, romantic lighting. You thought about how soft his skin would feel under your finger tips and-

"Have you two made your decision?" Tyler's voice broke you out of your trance.

Oh god, you were so fucked.

Way nodded and looked at you for double confirmation. You hummed in response. You two both read off your orders and watched as Tyler walked away and put your orders into the kitchen.

"Please tell me you're actually taking care of your leg," Way rested his head in his hand, looking at you intently. "I'm kind of worried about you, you know."

"I already told you I can take care of myself. Don't worry about me," you responded only half truthfully. His dark eyebrows furrowed, trying to decipher if you were serious or not.

"I am going to worry about you either way," he tapped his finger against the table impatiently.

"I'm not going to die from a scrape," you said. "i'm the last thing you need to worry about right now."

"We're taking on a dangerous case. Keeping us safe is my top priority." He emphasized. "Keeping you safe is my top priority. I can't do this alone."