#chimera assembly

[johnnyprimecc]

Chimera BMX

USE CODE JOHNNYPRIME FOR $150 OFF YOUR CHIMERA If you’re not already aware, I’ve been getting pretty deep into the ebike culture and community here in NYC. I run the NYC Zooz Club and I helped create Electric Wednesday with Mike Rios of S3 Crew. Electric Wednesday is the glue that holds the various riding clubs together here in NYC. We’ve created something really special. While I still have and…

[arataka-reigen]

I am glad we moved past the initial "senshi gets all the fanservice so farcille doesn't have to" because although it was funny and i do understand it mostly comes from people being tired of the sexualization of female characters in shounen series i also think there is an annoying purity culture over lesbian couples and idk abt you all but i actually want to see them fuck nasty

[plateauofmemories]

Also thinking about the point when Kabru is like, "at first I thought we'd just been robbed which sucks and is also boring, but now it looks like the theft is actually something incidental to some developing drama involving some of the most fucked up people I'm aware of, so this is actually quite fun!" like. Bro.

[ambrosiagourmet]

@gerrykeay HOLY SHIT DO NOT APOLOGIZE AT ALL. THIS IS FANTASTIC. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

I hadn't even fully considered the ways the song could connect to BOTH Thistle and Falin, and you tie them both together so well... I love the way the build to the confrontation between Laios and Thistle feels somehow newly tragic by the time it comes around... inevitable but heartbreaking. And then that feels in some ways like it SHOULD be the end but the song & story keep going & Yaad keeps carrying Thistle forward.... augh....

Legitimately got chills at the bit with the tower rising up out of the water at the same time that Falin is eating the meal and coming back to life. So so so good.

Everyone loves to talk about how Rule #18 - Lion by Fish in a Birdcage is a Dungeon Meshi song and that's true it is but what about Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage huh.

What about he has a wild imagination and tells me things that must be true like there's a world where I can take flight where I can freely move. What about that.

[cow-wife]

it’s november 1st (halloween 2) so here’s my chimera falin outfit i assembled last minute to kiss girls dressed like marcille at the halloween party

might cut it up more & saturate the blood but rlly happy with how it turned out :3

[darkmaga-returns]

By Charles Hugh Smith

OfTwoMinds.com

December 18, 2024

All three pillars propping up workforce spending are cracking. Plan accordingly.

Karl Marx and Henry Ford both understood the key pillar of an industrial economy: the workforce has to earn enough to buy the output of the economy. If the workforce doesn’t earn enough to have surplus earnings to spend on the enormous output of an industrial economy, then the producers cannot sell their goods / services at a profit, except to the few at the top as luxury goods–and that’s not an industrial economy, it’s a feudal economy of very limited scope.

Marx recognized that capitalism is a self-liquidating system as capital has the power to squeeze wages even as the output of an industrial economy steadily increases due to automation, technology, etc.

Henry Ford understood that if his own workforce couldn’t afford to buy the cars rolling off the assembly line, then his ambition to sell a car to every household was an unreachable chimera. (There were other factors, of course; the work was so brutal and mind-numbing that Ford had to pay more just to keep workers from quitting.)

If we say the three pillars holding up the economy, the conventional list is: 1) consumer spending (i.e. aggregate demand); 2) productivity and 3) corporate profits. These are not actually pillars, they are outcomes of the core pillar, wage earners making enough to buy the economy’s output.

As the statistics often cited here show, the purchasing power of wages has been declining for almost 50 years, since the mid-1970s. This means the workforce’s surplus earnings have bought less and less of the economy’s output.

There are three ways to fill the widening gap that’s opened between what the workforce has to spend as surplus earnings and the vast output of the economy:

[mashamorevvna]

i think i made some oblique references in the ketheric duology, but my personal interpretation of durge's creation was as selene as a sort of assembled corpse of the 'best cuts' of each bhaalspawn that came before and of whose soul bhaal has possession. chimera girl summer in baldur's gate <3

[raisans-art]

A very fun storyline you've put together! And a very interesting what-if scenario!! It's no bother to me to see people drawing my designs ever, so belive you me, I'm having a ball!!

Thank you so much for putting this much time and thought into my silly little guys!! Gah, it just means the world to me that people will think about the things I create beyond any time they spend looking at it =w=

Originally I was just gonna leave the previous post on Agee and Chei as a one off, as I don’t own them and it was just me spitballing. There was also a repost saying I was thankful for the attention it got and that anyone is free to have their interpretations on it, but I deleted it as I didn’t want to bombard the original creator too much. My anxiety can get bad especially when it comes to interacting with popular creators or making fanart due to stuff I rather not get into, but it can lead to me struggling a bit with knowing how to go about things or if I’m being too pushy. Even now I’m a little anxious posting this giant section, and can take it down if asked, but after reading my what if my brain wanted to expand on it with images more detailing what happened that first day.

I will warn this contains body horror, implied and shown death, injury, and a small bit of blood. This is also NOT my work or ocs. Like before, both design and the original story comes from @raisans-art and they should be given the credit for these great character designs and engaging stories. This is just my interpretation on a what if both twins got experimented on.

As stated before, this version starts off the same with Emmet taken first and dies in the process of becoming Agee. But in this version the scientists catch on to Ingo’s snooping and struck him from behind when he finally encountered Agee. There was actually a deleted image showing that directly after, Durant popped out and, seeing Ingo limped on the ground and scientists quickly flooding in, grabbed Ingo’s pokeballs to try to at least save his team with the hope of being able to come back later to save the twins. He escapes through a vent, but in the process three pokeballs are knocked off and left in the lab, where Durant can’t grabbed them because the scientists are gaining on him. This wasn’t drawn cause for the life of me, I couldn’t draw full body Durant without looking like a knockoff lego.

“What do we do now?”

A little while later, the newest experiment Chei wakes up to a “frightening” giant. Meanwhile, the friendly fusion tries to welcome their new cell mate with open arms. I absolutely loved drawing that frame of Agee.

A familiar image from before, but the shadows and Agee’s tail are actually here. This is an outside view of the scientists observing how the two fusions will interact with each other given the origins of the two used for this.

Doesn’t go well. I realized I also missed the scar on Agee’s face, so I added it to the what if lore by having Chei feel threatened and slashed Agee with their face blade. Agee out of instinct and shock slammed their tail into Chei without realizing.

A fun fact I mentioned in the comments last post, but Chei’s tail, chest, and face are made of glass. It’s a softer/flexible and more durable glass, but can still be cracked. As long as the core/soul in the chest is unharmed though, the glass will repair itself some time after with the length depending on how severe the damage was. So Chei will be fine, but Agee still feels bad for hurting them.

Chei takes shelter in the corner to heal while Agee decides to give the new guy a little space for now, still determined though to make this friendship work as he feels a connection to this fusion. There was also a second cut drawing of Chei waking up later to an “I’m Sorry” poorly written on the ground while Agee anxiously taps their fingers together for a response.

Elsewhere in a realm inaccessible to ones like us, a few spirits watch this disaster go down…

And that’s it! That was all the drawings made for that what if scenario. Will there ever be more? I’m honestly not sure as this was already a stretch. But I will be finishing my top ten list very soon if you want more Pokémon drawings from me and to yell at me for putting Lickilicky in my top 10. But once again, thank you @raisans-art for being the creator of the Emmet Chimera Au and may you all have a great rest of your day!

[mysteroads]

Chapter 3: The Party Assembles! And Screams.

Summary: Barbara and Delia step through their mirror for their first foray into the Neitherworld proper. Lydia's happy to meet up with some old friends, but there's a bit of a learning curve for the newbies.

Excerpt:

Seeing the usually bustling store empty was odd, and set off warning bells in Lydia’s head— right up until she heard a familiar Brooklyn accent:

“LYDIA!” 

She grinned as a pink jumping spider about the size of a german shepherd came skittering towards her from between the shelves.

Behind her, Barbara and Delia screamed. A blast of energy Lydia whizzed past Lydia, so close it ruffled her hair and numbed her ear. The blast slammed into the shelving next to the spider, who squealed and got tangled in its own legs trying to run away. Lydia spun, eyes wide. Beetlejuice had his hand around both of Barbara's wrists, having shoved her hands up and to one side, deflecting the ball of ghost energy that had been aimed at the incoming monster.

The shelf wobbled, tipping back… then forward… then back… then forward again… it hesitated, then crashed to the floor. The contents (a mix of snow globes, ancient power tools, a selection of novelty pens, and a crystal punch bowl filled with bouncy balls) spilled out across the floor in a wave. The bouncy balls, apparently overjoyed at this chance for freedom, rocketed away to the far, dim corners of the store. The snow globes and punch bowl didn't fare nearly as well, adding the cringe-causing sound of breaking glass to the cacophony.

A lion’s roar drowned everything else out as a trap door behind the counter opened with a bang and a monster the size of a VW bug surged out. 

Beetlejuice and Lydia had repeatedly warned the Neitherworld newbies about what to expect, but verbal descriptions rarely do the supernatural justice. Especially when the supernatural in question is a roaring chimera — complete with two heads (lioness and goat) and a snake tail—wearing pearls and a bright red peplum. 

The screaming got louder.

[caprart1]

Bandit is so cool! If he was created to be a super human does he have superpowers or was he just a half racoon guy? And if so was that why they were so comfortable with just putting him down?

Happy you asked!

I don't personally consider Bandit and other chimera pals to have super powers, although that could be debated because originally it was supposed to be a superhero story. I do have a few characters within this story that appear outwardly to be more human, but have the ability to morph into the animal their DNA is spliced with. I guess that could be up to however you interpret it

The laboratory is more concerned with improving the workforce, and so they're driven to create "humans" that are faster, stronger, more intelligent, and more obedient. Their idea then was to create human-animal hybrids. Bandit, as a raccoon chimera, is crafty with scrap and knows how to utilize his resources to create new gadgets. This can be useful in positions that require assembly. However, because he exhibited characteristics of disobedience, the laboratory ended up seeing him as a danger to their cause. The solution was to have him killed, since it wouldn't be ideal for him to be integrated into society

I would also like to say that the laboratory keeps a lot of information hidden from their subjects. Bandit never realized what the true purpose for him and anyone else was. As far as he knows, he was special from other regular humans and was made to make a difference, so he feels rage that he's being stopped from fulfilling that

I hope this answers that question! I really appreciate the interest, feel free to inquire more if you're curious about anything else! 💓

[weirdestbooks]

The Shot Heard Around the World Chapter 16

And One Must Face the Reality of War (Wattpad | Ao3)

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June 17, 1775

England’s day started with cannon fire. 

The ships in the harbor were attacking rebel fortification in Charlestown, just across the Charles River. The Colonies and his rebels had set up fortifications on two hills, meaning that someone had tipped the rebels off to England’s plans.

England was furious. He was already under a lot of pressure from his son to break the siege of Boston and end the uprising. Not to mention the mocking letter England got from Wales, making fun of how he fled from The Colonies’ rebels. Wales mocked England, blaming the loss on England’s great mistake from 1536—when England accidentally almost killed himself, permanently weakening him. 

Wales neglected to mention it weakened him too, but then again, with the dragon traits the faux-countryhuman gained from the Glyndŵr rebellion, perhaps the dragon-lion chimera saw himself as stronger than his English counterpart.

Now, he had this to worry about. 

England was furious and swore to himself that he was going to take his grandson, drag him back home, and throw him at Britain’s feet to face the punishment he deserved. England knew his son would show The Colonies more mercy than England and just beat the colony. England knew that the beating would keep the Colonies docile until their unfounded rage subsided enough for them to see the error of this rebellion. Normandy used it to help him see how misguided he was, although England would admit his mother was much less harsh than Britain. Still, you could not deny the results. The colonies fell in line, even Scotland's brat and her brood, and that's all that matters., which England knew would keep the Colonies docile until their unfounded rage subsided enough for them to see the error of this rebellion. 

Normandy used it to help him see how misguided he was, although England would admit his mother was much less harsh than Britain. Still, you could not deny the results. The colonies fell in line, even Scotland's brat and her brood, and that's all that matters.

Still, that wasn’t important; instead, what was important was dealing with the threat outside of Charlestown, hopefully capturing The Colonies and demoralizing the stupid rebellion.

General Gage had ordered troops together at mid-morning, and now, at midday, the first ship carrying soldiers, England included. As the troops began to assemble, England kept an eye on Breed’s Hill, where the rebel fortifications were, looking for any sign of his grandson.

Unfortunately, The Colonies was nowhere in sight, leaving England curious about what the colony was doing.

“England?” General Howe asked from behind him. England turned, his eyebrow raised, “Are you sure you won’t join the feint? It would be a lot more believable if you did.”

General Howe's plan was smart. One force would advance on the redoubt as a feint. A second would march to the right through an open pasture and flank, surround, and crush the resistance inside the redoubt. Unfortunately, the general wanted to send England as a distraction despite his years of experience in combat. 

England sighed, “For the last time, General, I will go with the main force. If Colonies is there, I must ensure he gets captured and returned to his father.”

General Howe nodded, his face stoney. “I trust your judgment. You have my permission to go with the main force.”

England almost snorted in amusement. Permission. How quaint of this human to think he could give England such a thing. England was eight-hundred forty-seven years old and had been at war for much of his life. He knew where he would fight, and he knew he would fight and not be some feint to trick a bunch of rebels and a rebelling colony who really shouldn’t be thinking for himself.

England walked to stand by the commander of the attacking force, who looked up at him with awe. England ignored him, his eyes back to scanning for his grandson. Eventually, England spotted a glimpse of him, and his ears twitched, frustrated, as even with his better hearing, he could not hear what his misguided grandson was saying.  

Finally, after waiting a while, England and his troops were given the order to advance, as the ships ended their bombardment of the hill after hours.

As they made their way through the pasture, England realized this would not be as easy as he had thought. For one, the tall grass had hidden many obstacles from England and his troops, from fences to rolls, and the advancing line slowed to a crawl as they carefully picked their way around them.

Secondly, The Colonies had apparently not placed all his troops in the redoubt. In a shocking display of military intelligence from a group of rebels, some were at the end of the pasture. However, much to England’s shock, the rebels weren’t firing, not at them or the decoy force. They watched the soldiers come closer but still made no move to fire.

What on earth were they doing?

The rebels' lack of reaction to their advance made England nervous. Although their guns were raised like they would fire, they did not move.

However, as England’s soldiers got closer, the rebels opened fire, and the air was quickly filled with the screams of the injured and dying. 

England bit back an Old Norse curse as it finally dawned on him what the rebels were doing. They waited until the soldiers were close before firing so their bullets would cause more casualties.

It was brilliant and a strategy befitting an actual army and a real military commander, but these bloody rebels did it!

England was going to make The Colonies pay.

If climbing the hill in the pasture had been difficult, the rain of bullets made it impossible. While England could see a few rebels fall, he was losing far more men.

Eventually, as the soldiers drew back, the rebels' fire slowed, and Engladn realized that they would only be fired upon as long as they were close. Still, they had to climb the hill to take the redoubt, and England ordered his men back into the slaughter.

England heard cannon fire start back up again and panicked. He turned around to look at his ships and sighed in relief when he realized they were only targeting Charlestown, with red-hot cannonballs too, England presumed, as the small town had started to catch fire.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, England returned his focus to the rebels. Unfortunately, having lost the momentum their attack needed, General Howe ordered the troops to withdraw.

England growled in frustration, shooting a hateful look at the rebels before pulling back, tail lashing, and praying they were not about to retreat from The Colonies again.

“We need to try something else. The rebels are slaughtering us, and they have too much of an advantage on that hill.” General Howe told England as they regrouped with the feint force, who had also lost a lot of men.

“Are there rebels on the other side of the hill? They cover the pasture and the front, but if they aren’t covering all sides of the hill, that could be the opening we need.” England pointed out. General Howe nodded.

“It’s worth a shot. If we fail, we’ll have to report another failure to break the siege, and none of us need that right now.” General Howe said before ordering the troops to regroup. 

Once they had done that, they marched up the left of the redoubt, this time facing far less resistance and able to put more pressure on the redoubt. It also seemed like the rebels were running low on ammunition, as England could see some throwing rocks and others fleeing. 

The sight filled him with confidence, and England was sure now that they would win, especially as some of his soldiers began mounting the walls. Smiling in satisfaction, England moved forward to join them, climbing over the walls with all the grace of an experienced soldier (who had the benefit of sharp claws). 

Inside, a bloody melee had begun, with England’s soldiers cutting down rebels with their bayonets as the rebels desperately fought back, turning their rifles into clubs. England jammed his bayonet into a rebel’s stomach before ripping it out, leaving behind a bloody hole, before dodging a swing of a musket.

England sighed and shook his head as he saw who the attacker was.

“You know this isn’t right. Come home.” England growled out, baring his sharp, draconic fangs.

The Colonies shook his head, and England felt a bolt of fear go through him as he realized that The Colonies' eyes were bright green instead of the brown they had been for so long.

“I think I am home. And I think you need to get out.” The Colonies said, baring his teeth in return. England tightened his grip on his gun.

“I won’t leave. I’m taking you back to your father, so you’ll face punishment for this stupid little rebellion.”

“Listen here, England,” The Colonies said before England cut him off.

“Stop pretending we aren’t family,” England said, clenching his jaw. More rebels were fleeing now, the improvised weapons failing against the bayonets. It filled England with great satisfaction, seeing his army win against the cocky rebels.

“We aren’t. Not anymore. You aren’t taking this seriously! You don’t take me seriously! But I’ll show you just how serious I am, England.” The Colonies snarled out before swinging the butt of his musket into England’s jaw, swinging the weapon like one would swing a club. 

There was a loud crack, and red-hot pain erupted in his jaw as England collapsed to the ground, blood filling his mouth as he spat out one of his teeth.

England attempted to speak but stopped as another bolt of pain erupted in his jaw, causing tears to prick in the corners of his eyes. This was a kind of pain he had never felt before, blinding and all-consuming, as every movement of his face seemed to send a new type of pain down his jaw.

England bit his tongue, trying to prevent himself from whimpering in pain. He could not let The Colonies see how badly he was hurt. It would do no good to feed into the delusions of control.

“We aren’t going to give up easily. I–we hope you’ve learned that. Send Britain our love,” The Colonies said, his eyes vividly reminding England of Ireland. 

England felt anger swell throughout his body as he tried to stand up. However, The Colonies kicked him in his jaw, which made another loud crack. England let out a cry of pain before he collapsed, not getting up, the pain rendering him immobile. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying at the pain as The Colonies, foolish coward he was, fled.

The pain was overwhelming, but England still managed to turn onto his side, painfully spitting out a mouthful of blood as he struggled to breathe.

He knew his jaw was broken. 

The rebellion had barely begun, and The Colonies and their godforsaken rebels had already forced England into a pyrrhic victory. This did not spell good things for the rest of the rebellion.

However, in this battle, England and Generals Howe and Gage had made the costly mistake of underestimating the colony and his rabble.

That was a mistake they could never make again.

[strawberrygrapesandcherry]

(Snippet of the new chapter in my fic)

After some more debating, they came to a resolution where Theo lives in the apartment that Derek lends to him for the foreseeable future, and of course, Argent and sheriff Stilinski threaten Theo again; something about skinning him and sticking him on a pole to which Theo responded that’s a little sadistic, even for me.

Getting Theo to accept the offer was a bit challenging but when Liam put his foot down and denied Theo the right to refuse, there really wasn’t much left to say. Theo’s not too sure if Liam’s puppy eyes convinced him or if it's the sheer wrath that would follow if he’d said no.

Then there’s Theo’s least favourite part which was actually moving in. Liam had insisted on so much decor like hanging paintings and ceramic vases even after Theo told him he has no intention of buying flowers to place in them anyways. They bickered back and forth in the middle of the furniture aisle—earning them odd looks from the strangers nearby—before coming to an agreement that Liam can pick out half of the furniture.

The little bastard put the vase into the cart when Theo wasn’t looking and insisted that it would make the space more homey, and argued that it’s not like it’s coming out of Theo’s pocket anyways.

Peter was definitely going to be furious by the amount of spending on his card that the two boys did—mainly Liam—but that’s really at the bottom of their priority list.

They spent the rest of the day moving in furniture that they had to assemble themselves, which took longer because Liam read an instruction sheet wrong and accidentally ripped it in half, and then Theo dropped the small labelled containers which scattered the small parts straight across the whole floor.

Another squabble ensued as they tried to point at who was to blame, because technically the chimera dropped the container after his shock at Liam’s stupidity, but they never really agreed on whose fault it was. Before they knew it the sky was already dark and though they couldn’t finish everything, at least they fixed Theo’s bed and got the beddings on it.

[lugiepie]

do you have lore for hero-n and tabbygon 0:

alas, i do…

i’ve decided to completely rework how i wanted the chimera logs to be considering i lost the plot so hard but still loved gary to death as a character to write. so, instead of an au focusing on just gary and his struggles with his life and friends, gary is now a narrator. he is thrust into his job at the chimera lab just as suddenly as he was in the og chimera logs story, but now he’s all alone. there was no first day escape incident that led him to meet max, izzy is no longer here (still thinking about this. she could be in it, but as a casualty), etc.

hero-n and tabbygon are gary’s first chimeras. they were made in the first week he was there (or, at least their concepts) and due to not having any friends at the chimera lab, he heavily idolizes them. to him, they are his friends (and he eventually even considers them his children) despite them being nothing more than some blueprints and a hard drive. he designed them to compliment each other: hero-n was meant to be a swift, frail attack chimera while tabbygon supported it and could protect it if need be. gary longed for the day that a heron and a cat would arrive at the chimera lab so he could realize his vision so much so that he assembled all of the required mechanical parts in advance.

unfortunately for him, his heron and cat never came. instead, he was delivered two torn-up children who he was ordered to keep alive at all costs. against his wishes, his blueprints for the internal mechanics (and, later, their combat tools) were used on the twins. he despises the twins for taking his one chance at happiness and completion and destroying them. to make matters worse, lucas is the heron (a defensive psi user with attack-based programming) and claus is the cat (an offensive psi user running on analytical and defensive programming). those “hell-sent suckers” can’t even be good chimeras! at any chance he gets, he berates and torments the boys by letting the other chimeras trample or fight them. he nearly kills the boys several times, either through ignorance or from training them just a little too much.

all until his blueprints are returned to him by lucas. at first gary completely dismisses this. he idolized the heron and the cat for so long, and by now he had accepted that they would never see the light of day. he considers locking lucas in the cryo room for his supposed sabotage. however, he eventually overhears how worried doctor andonuts and, by extension, every damn human in the lab is about him. they think gary’s completely lost it (i mean, they’re right) and they don’t know what to do with him if he’s going to continue to be this violent with their expensive chimeras. gary takes one last look at his blueprints, leaves them under his bed, and “kidnaps” the twins. in reality, he just ushered them into his truck and tried to get them home; unfortunately neither of them remembered where tazmily was and they got caught.

gary then realizes that, due to how the wrong twin has the opposite’s programming quirks, he comes up with a long and convoluted plan that will result in one of the twins being able to leave the lab forever. after much consideration from the boys and gary, they decide lucas is the best one to go. at least one of them has to stay to be commander, after all, and who better than the powerhouse thunder thumbs? but that means the heron and the cat are separated, and what happens?

claus becomes violent and short-tempered, much like how flint was the night of hinawa’s death and also like how gary was when they first met. he begins a spiral into madness where he, quite literally, becomes porky #2. lucas, meanwhile, latches on to flint after miraculously finding his way back home. he becomes so independent and stale in the face that the folks of tazmily think he’s been possessed by something. that and people finding his cybernetics vile lead to him becoming “the ghost of tazmily”; he flies above the town and over the sea at dawn and dusk, as flying is the only thing that drowns out the noise of his spiraling negative thoughts. he steals from shops and people’s homes in the night. he’s regularly crawling around in sunshine forest to take out his feelings on the landscape, leaving perfectly scorched patterns from PK Love everywhere he goes.

i’ve recently attempted rewriting the chimera logs following this storyline, and it hasn’t gone well. i’m not even ten pages in and i already want to set google docs on fire. i wish i could express in writing just how important the concept of a shady heron and a mischievous cat are to gary’s entire situation, as they act as constant reminders of who, what, and where he’s been in life, but i simply don’t have the brainpower to do that currently methinks.

just know that the heron and the cat cannot be separated; for if they are, their absence will drive their compliment to conform to the next nearest thing, and that will bring certain doom.

there were always two.

[agent-carvour]

Like I said, judge, jury, and executioner never works out. No matter what your intentions, no one should have control over the world’s information networks.

I do wonder what would’ve happened if you stayed with Chimera, you’d be in your late 90’s now. Maybe you would’ve been better than its current head, or maybe we’d all be counting down the days until you died. It’s what we did for the Queen, hell we celebrated when she died.

But... but we discussed that issue! We had a control system in place, we- I can't believe it!

And what do you mean, people celebrated the Queen's death? Everyone loved her! I still remember her corronation, it was a great day. I visited my mother in London for the occasion and half our neighbourhood assembled at our home to watch the ceremony, because we were the only ones who had a television at the time. And afterwards all of London met on the streets to celebrate together in solidarity. I have never seen so many people sharing this much happiness with each other aside from that day. Why would those same people who met the start of her reign with so much love now celebrate the end of it?

[splinter-sister]

REPOST AND BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO

swim / scubadive / read and write / do calligraphy / ride a bike / ride a unicycle / ride a motorcycle / drive / draw / sing / play an instrument / maintain a rhythm / converse in a language / converse in more than one language / converse in more than four languages / do basic maths / do algebra / understand structural formulas / read a floorplan / assemble ikea / build a working piece of furniture / build a house / sew a button / customise clothes / make clothes / bind a book / use a vacuum / clean windows without leaving streaks / boil water / make pasta / remove the pit of an avocado / cut bell peppers / cook / bake / basic first aid / cpr / close a bullet wound / fire a gun / load a gun / shuffle a deck of cards / shuffle a deck of cards one-handed / play or read tarot / use matches / use a lighter / make a fire without either / code / start a computer / hack / steal a car without keys / pick a lock / kick down a door / throw a punch / put an opponent smaller than them into a chokehold / put an opponent larger than them into a chokehold / intentionally break a bone / make a cast / chop down a tree / put up a tent / make a knot / create a shelter without tools or bought materials / make a cocktail / cut a line of cocaine / change a diaper / recite a nursery rhyme from memory / recite an important religious code from memory / recite the table of elements from memory / recite all pokemon in the pokemon song from memory / recite a 10-digit code 24 hours later after only reading hearing it once / tell a person’s zodiac sign / tell a person’s age / play football / play basketball / play another ball sport / iceskate / use an audio recording device / use a camera / tattoo / do a piercing

Tagged by @gunslinginnhogtyin

Tagging @as-above-rp @sweet-chimera @redlips-blooddrops-deux

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Discovery of a novel merbecovirus cDNA clone contaminating agricultural rice sequencing datasets from Wuhan, China Abstract

HKU4-related coronaviruses are a group of betacoronaviruses belonging to the same merbecovirus subgenus as Middle Eastern Respiratory Syndrome coronavirus (MERS-CoV), which causes severe respiratory illness in humans with a mortality rate of over 30%. The high genetic similarity between HKU4-related coronaviruses and MERS-CoV makes them an attractive subject of research for modeling potential zoonotic spillover scenarios. In this study, we identify a novel coronavirus contaminating agricultural rice RNA sequencing datasets from Wuhan, China. The datasets were generated by the Huazhong Agricultural University in early 2020. We were able to assemble the complete viral genome sequence, which revealed that it is a novel HKU4-related merbecovirus. The assembled genome is 98.38% identical to the closest known full genome sequence, Tylonycteris pachypus bat isolate BtTp-GX2012. Using in silico modeling, we identified that the novel HKU4-related coronavirus spike protein likely binds to human dipeptidyl peptidase 4 (DPP4), the receptor used by MERS-CoV. We further identified that the novel HKU4-related coronavirus genome has been inserted into a bacterial artificial chromosome in a format consistent with previously published coronavirus infectious clones. Additionally, we have found a near complete read coverage of the spike gene of the MERS-CoV reference strain HCoV-EMC/2012, and identify the likely presence of a HKU4-related-MERS chimera in the datasets. Our findings contribute to the knowledge of HKU4-related coronaviruses and document the use of a previously unpublished HKU4 reverse genetics system in apparent MERS-CoV related gain-of-function research. Our study also emphasizes the importance of improved biosafety protocols in sequencing centers and coronavirus research facilities.