#give me anime girls working in physics and quantum mechanics

[feliciadraws]

My proposal; we need more anime girls working in STEM fields

[kaibacorpintern]

hi i forgot the ship name but would u write something thats seto and ryou? (platonic or romantic) where they play a ttrpg together or somethin idk

“or somethin idk” give me an inch, i have run a mile. a mile of 4.7k words.

platonic euroshipping. post-canon. ryou applies for a game writer position at kaibacorp and makes it to the final stage. contains: dragons, swords, some very sexy things about solidvision and the virtual world, kaiba covered in blood and having a great time, me the writer having a great time, hopefully you the reader having a great time, and ryou, not covered in blood, having a very, very, very anxious time

tw for some fantasy violence

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Ryou inhaled, taking a deep breath of: the fresh, sweet smell of grass, the coolness of river water, something dry and grey in the wind, slightly rotten - smoke? And sulfur. The grasses were filled with the restless susurrus of the wind, each blade quivering with anticipation. Above him, a hawk tilted in lazy, wide circles, tracking the hidden paths of its prey. He stood on a dusty path halfway up the long slope of a steep hillside, the farmlands of the valley behind him peeled back to reveal the burned, blackened devastation beneath. The village from this distance looked like the charcoal remains of a bonfire, the air still shimmering with heat. 

The sun itself was hot, making him sweat in the thick, coarse silk of his mage’s robe, every purple thread saturated with light and heat. Mopping sweat from his brow, Ryou opened his options menu, the holographic display falling open, in the guise of an illuminated manuscript, and hovering at waist-height in thin air, perfectly tilted for reading. The parchment was old and yellowed, almost velvet to the touch, the edges frayed with age, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smell it, leaning in cautiously to take an experimental whiff. Strong notes of dust, old ink, age; an undertone of knowledge, of the forbidden kind. 

He selected Player Appearance and the page turned, with weight and heft, to reveal another. Kaiba didn’t miss a beat. Ryou had no doubt if he knelt down to drink from the stream that flowed down the slope, folding in clear ribbons past the rocks, the water would run cold over his fingers until they pruned. And the magic effects?

He swallowed. It was not just the sun that was making him sweat.

He’d just changed into something more practical - a short-sleeved green tunic, a pair of white breeches, leather boots that had just a bit of bite to the fit, like the player had to wear them in - when a chime pealed out from six feet away, as though someone had rung an invisible bell. The air tore apart, in odd, geometric anguish, like a broken mirror twisting into itself - 

and there was Kaiba, standing in the knee-high grass in his customary black turtleneck and tight pants, frowning with his arms crossed.

“Hello,” Ryou said. “It’s so nice to see you again. Your technology is... this is amazing. The attention to detail is incredible. The player screen, with the parchment - it even smells like - ”

“What is this? Medieval?” Kaiba said, glancing around at his clothes, the distant village, taking no notice of his praise; Ryou bit his tongue in self-rebuke. As if buttering him up with compliments was going to help. 

“Western Europe. From the mid-11th century to the 12th. The age of knights and chivalry,” he said, deciding that maybe his best strategy was to simply be straightforward.

“I’m familiar with basic history, thank you. How... classic,” Kaiba said, in a tone that screamed disinterest, and Ryou’s heart began to plummet - already starting from behind? No, no, no, he reminded himself, straightening the slouch out of his shoulders. Yuugi had warned him about this. Kaiba was fantastically tough to impress, in general, and the Virtual World was his world, a realm he'd built with sweat and tears, and stolen back with blood. So he hand-picked every writer that wrote for Virtual World games, refusing to squander a single pixel on conventional nonsense and uninspired cliché. 

The last step - before he brought the axe down - was a short, playable demo, as proof of concept, written by the applicant and executed by the Virtual World team.

Ryou had come this far in the application process. Trust that, Yuugi said. And trust yourself.

Kaiba was looking at him, eyebrows arched with expectant curiosity.

“Er,” Ryou said. “Let’s get started, then. You’ll need to change.”

He pulled up the menu, revelling in the hovering parchment once more, and changed Kaiba’s appearance, like - like magic, the lines of Kaiba’s silhouette rippling like a sine wave from the bottom up, his modern-day clothing becoming a knee-length tunic of chainmail under a belted dark blue surcoat. Kaiba held still throughout the entire transformation, in smug admiration of the effect, his arms held out in a ballet dancer’s pose as chainmail draped down his shoulders to his wrists. 

In his right hand appeared, with a sharp, diamond flash of light, a long arming sword, the edge nicked with age and bloodspill. The hilt was black, with a sapphire gleaming in the pommel. A plain shield dropped onto his left forearm. 

He gave the sword an experimental spin, testing the heft with practiced ease, and slid it back into the leather scabbard on his belt.

“A knight, the charred, smoking remains of a village… I’m assuming I’m on a quest to kill a dragon?” he said, pushing back the hood of the chainmail so that it draped off his shoulders, and nodding up the slope to where the grasses tattered into rocky shale. 

“Yes, you can assume that,” Ryou said politely.

On cue, a child no more than twelve years old staggered up the dusty path from the village, her small torso heaving with breath, sweat and tears running in clean streaks down her soot-stained face. 

“Sir Knight,” she choked out. Flashing a look at Ryou that said cheap blow, but unable to deny his own fraternal instinct, Kaiba dropped to one knee and caught her, his hands swallowing her thin, shuddering shoulders. Playing along, at least.

“Calm down,” he said, steadying her. Ryou imagined his anxiety as a small, hard rock, packing in the twist of every fraying nerve, and leaned all his weight onto one foot, grinding the rock into the dirt with his heel. "What is it?”

“They sent me to warn you, about the dragon,” she panted. “They said only the Chosen One can truly defeat the dragon, and bring peace back to the land. Many have tried. All suffered the same terrible fate - a fate worse than death.”

“I see,” Kaiba said. “And who is the Chosen One?”

The girl glanced at Ryou over Kaiba’s shoulder, her eyes glinting with fear. 

“No - no one knows,” she said. “But all the oracles say they’re coming… a knight with a pure and worthy heart. Sir Knight, don’t go. Come back to the village. It’s safe there. What do you gain from this? Our humble lands aren’t worth the danger!”

“I think they are,” Kaiba said, thumbing soot off her face, and frowning as her cheek pixelated, briefly, and resumed a skin-like texture. "Open master commands, user ID 000002510. Initiate master log. Begin recording: skin-to-skin contact glitch reappeared during writer play-test, candidate Bakura, R. Begin patch work immediately. End recording. Disperse to Virtual World team, flag Sawada, project manager. Close master commands. Did you know, one of the most compelling unsolved problems in physics is the lack of a theory that realizes both general relativity and quantum mechanics?”

The girl gave him a wary look, wide-eyed with faint alarm. Ryou sucked in a breath, grinding the anxiety rock down, down, down.

“You - you speak in tongues, Sir Knight," she said. "Are you also an oracle? Has your future-sight failed you? Don’t you see that only death lives on the mountain?”

Kaiba snorted and stood up, turning to Ryou. “A solid response to non-standard player input. Doesn’t ignore modern concepts, but re-contextualizes them in the setting of this world via a framework of prophecy, and redirects the player to the plot.” 

“Um... thank you?” Ryou said. “I wanted this world to feel like it has a future, too, not just a history. I wanted to place it on a timeline, like it - ”

Kaiba’s attention swung back to the girl, still standing there with her eyes darting between them, full of bafflement. 

“Return to the village, girl. Tell them my future-sight never fails me.”

The girl retreated backwards, warily, twisted on her heel, and fled down the path.

"If I go down to the village, what'll I find?" Kaiba said.

"More information about the Chosen One, and an outlaw who tries to recruit you to her band of thieves, with the option to join them for a stealth-based quest.”

"Hm. You have the imagination and the decency to offer me something other than blatant bait, which I don't always bite. The cliché of the Chosen One is boring as hell, it’s both over-done and deterministic, but I think... yes. Yes, I'll bite. Let's go see your dragon."

In the wake of this... compliment?, Ryou could only offer him a small, tentative smile, his heart clenching tight around Yuugi's advice. 

Kaiba started up the path. 

“Er, Kaiba - you might want to check your inventory before you encounter the dragon."

Kaiba’s hand padded around his waist until he found the small satchel that sat on his hip. Another parchment unfurled in the air before him, listing its contents:

Two full healing spells;

Two glamour spells, for changing the guise of a person or object;

Two transformation spells, for changing a person or an object into an animal;

Two scrying spells, for locating people or objects;

Two ignis spells, for commanding fire;

Two aqua spells, for commanding water; and

Two ventus spells, for commanding wind.

Ryou watched him as he read. He'd carved a small, thick groove into the dirt below his foot. Surely, that was enough for Kaiba to get creative?

Kaiba only closed the parchment with a brisk flick of his hand. Then he started up the mountain, Ryou following nervously behind.

***

The mountain path was rougher than Ryou expected, a tightly-coiled spring of switchbacks, leading to the curved lip of a high pass. After several minutes of trudging the dust in silence, he was panting for breath, his feet aching and blistering in their boots, and deeply regretting adding this little detail to the story. Next time, he was just going to put the dragon on a rolling, grassy plain, and he’d make it like an American autumn corn maze, because it still needed to be a challenge, and when the players got to the center they’d find the dragon’s decaying, rotting corpse and realize they’d been stuck inside the maze for five hundred years and everyone they loved was dead, and if they wanted to go back to their own time they’d have to find out how to resurrect the dragon, but only at a terrible cost, a sacrifice of some kind... Not his best off-the-cuff work, but there were usable concepts in there, somewhere. If there was a next time.

Despite being laden down with the chainmail, each tiny link flashing like fish scales in the airy slanting of the afternoon sun, Kaiba seemed unaffected by the demands of the hike, propelling himself forward with long, energetic strides. How?

Ryou thought about asking for a break. Or drinking water from the stream. Or changing his boots for something comfier, but he didn't have anything else in his outfit inventory except the mage robes, and the slippers might be even worse… he stopped, hands on his hips, gathering his breath.

From here the valley sprawled below them, a wide, velvety plain, its edges rising and scalloped by mountains. The village fit in the circle of his thumb and forefinger, a smoking black thumbprint. The team had done a fantastic job: the stream ran down the mountain, flattened into a river, and ran south, lazy and serpentine, a green-blue ribbon cutting through the yellow plains, just like he’d outlined in his initial description of the world….

Wait. 

This was all virtual. 

There was no such thing as air, here, or rivers or sunshine or grasses.

His real, physical body was half-asleep in a Virtual World testing pod on the 17th floor of the Kaiba Corp Tower, and his body here was just a series of algorithms, and if he didn’t want to sweat, he didn’t have to fucking sweat! Thank God!

Up ahead, Kaiba noted the absence of his footfalls and turned around, one hand resting easily on his sword hilt. From his position on the path, he looked down at Ryou from several feet up, which doubled the intimidation of his already formidable bearing.

“I’m fine,” Ryou said. “Just... admiring the view.”

“Are you having your Matrix moment? That’s what my programmers call it,” Kaiba said.

Ryou laughed. “I think so. I was tired but I don't feel it at all, anymore. Like all the fatigue's just melted away and I could run a marathon.”

“Is that something you enjoy?”

“Oh, no. I hate sports.”

Kaiba snorted.

“So, tell me. Why do you want this job?” he said. “At my company? Writing stories with my technology?”

“Er - ” Blindsided by the swerve in topics, Ryou tripped over his thoughts. Surely he must’ve read his application? Maybe he didn’t have the time. Stick to straightforward. “I’m sure you remember my performance in Battle City?”

“Yes, I remember,” Kaiba said, which was honestly more than Ryou expected of him.

“Well, I don’t play much Duel Monsters anymore,” he said, “but I still.. every once in a while, I turn my Duel Disk on and play a few cards, just to see my monsters come out, see them breathe… you know I run a Zombie deck, full of demons and dead things, but SolidVision makes them feel so - so alive. You took these fantasy monsters that exist only in our heads and put them in our world.”

“Virtual World game writers don’t work on SolidVision products,” Kaiba countered.

“Right, I know that. To me, Virtual World and SolidVision are the inverse of each other, or opposites that contain each other, like, like yin and yang - with SolidVision, the unreal enters the real, and becomes real. In the Virtual World, the real - ” Ryou motioned to himself - “enters the unreal, and becomes unreal. We like to put walls between imagination and reality, you know, taxes are real and unicorns aren’t, but with SolidVision and Virtual World, there is no wall. That’s the world I want to write stories for.”

“Hm,” Kaiba said, the corner of his mouth curving up in a smile. “Interesting take.”

And he waited, saying nothing more, until Ryou realized he was waiting for him; and trotted lightly up the path to join him.

*** 

By the time they reached the top of the mountain pass, the air had turned a clear, dusky gold. The mountains cast long, black shadows across the valley, like dark teeth, chewing up the farmlands. The mountain pass was saddle-shaped, one side sloping down into the valley they’d just come from, the other flattening into a smaller, higher bowl, cupping a pale blue-green lake between its rocky palms.

Kaiba scrambled onto the nearest large rock, his head swinging as he scanned the lake valley. Ryou wrapped one arm around his waist and bit his thumb. They had found a deep, penetrating quiet, the kind of wilderness quiet that was devoid of texture of any kind; no bugs or burbling streams or bird song. It was not even like holding your breath, waiting, because that implied a coming moment of exhale, a sigh of relief. This was a perfect stillness. 

And hidden somewhere inside it was a dragon. 

Ryou bit harder, until he remembered the pain was fake and did nothing, and he had to come up with something else to temper his anxiety, which was definitely, definitely real.

Kaiba's gonna flip his shit when he sees your dragon, Yuugi said, from the back of Ryou's mind, Ryou's demo manuscript in hand. In a good way or a bad way? Is it too derivative? What does it matter that he'll flip his shit for my dragon when he flips his shit for ANY dragon? He's a slut for dragons. Oh my god, you can't say that! Yuugi, please, help - nope. You got this. You know what you're doing.

Even the metallic shing of Kaiba’s sword coming out of its sheath seemed small, in an unnatural way, a pointless, petty defiance. 

A shadow fell across the lake valley. 

Both of them looked up -

and an enormous dragon hurtled out of the sky, landing with thundering force on all four clawed feet, flattening trees and boulders beneath its reptilian bulk. Ryou staggered backwards and fell, in an awkward, clumsy crab pose; Kaiba threw his shield over his face and dug in, undaunted.

"HAVE YOU COME TO KILL ME?" the dragon boomed. “MISERABLE WRETCH?”

Kaiba lowered his shield, just enough for his first full look at the dragon. From his spot, crumpled on the ground, Ryou saw, in the shadow below the shield, another slender smile. The dragon’s hide was a dark, luxurious blue-black, mottled like snakeskin but textured with the heavy crags and knobs of crocodiles. It lowered its head on its long, arching neck, gracefully bearing the weight of two massive, curving horns, and stared down at them with fathomless acid-green eyes.

Even Ryou, who had designed it, sat enthralled: every movement it made - the eager flick of its tail, the claws, curling into the dirt, glinting under a layer of blood and grime, the shuddering of its leathery wings as they folded into its long body - hinted at indomitable power. It was a true creature of legend, a titan from the youngest days of the world, demanding both reverence and terror.

“I have!” Kaiba replied blithely, despite announcing it in a ringing voice.

“ONLY THE CHOSEN ONE CAN DEFEAT ME,” the dragon said. “YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF SUCH A FEAT. I SEE YOUR HEART, BLACKGUARD KNIGHT. I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD YOU’VE SPILLED WITH YOUR SWORD, BRIGHT AND PUNGENT. I CAN HEAR THE CRIES OF ALL THE LIVES YOU’VE LET EBB INTO THE DIRT AT YOUR FEET!”

“I’m here to avenge the village!” Kaiba shouted. 

“YOU COME UP HERE TO DEFEND SOME PATHETIC SCRAPS OF BRICK AND WOOD, THINKING YOU CAN KILL ME, AND CALL THAT HONOR? REDEMPTION? YOU CALL THAT COURAGE? ITS TRUE NAME IS VANITY! EMPTY AND FALSE! IT WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN BEFORE I DO!” the dragon boomed again. “LEAVE. I WAS ONCE NAIVE AND VAIN LIKE YOU. COME BACK WHEN YOU ARE MORE THAN A MERE WORM, OR ELSE SUFFER MY FATE!”

Ryou had clambered to his feet and bolted for the safety of a low ridge, which gave him a perfect view of Kaiba, head held high and proud as he gazed unflinching at the dragon, several hundred times his size. He’d written those words in his notebook on the metro, leaning his head against the cool midnight glass, pausing every other line to ferret out another piece of sour candy from his bag. Then he’d missed his stop. That trundling, light-washed world of a train car seemed impossibly distant now - a rapidly fading dream, to be remembered only in flashes and silence. To hear the words come out of the smoking jaws of this dragon, each syllable flowing in a delicious, indulgent baritone from its shining teeth, filled him with a breathless exhilaration, his heart hammering in his throat - this was real!

“Only one of us is suffering fate today!” Kaiba shouted back, a laugh in his voice, and then threw a glance at Ryou. “‘Suffer my fate?’ Is that a typo?”

“VERY WELL. COME KILL ME! THERE IS PEACE IN DEATH, AND ONLY ONE OF US CAN CLAIM IT!”

“I - watch out!” Ryou yelled, as the dragon lunged forward, its jaws snapping shut on the empty air where Kaiba had been standing half a second before. Kaiba threw himself out of the way, a nimble tuck and roll, and scrabbled across the shale towards higher ground. Behind him, the dragon swung its massive head, nostrils red and flaring, mouth curled up in a savage draconic grin, glinting with the promise of violence. 

No sooner had Kaiba flung himself behind a scattering of boulders, shield raised, than it unleashed a jet of fire so hot and scorching the boulders glowed red, their rough faces melting in sheets. Ryou felt the heat wash across his face, from several dozen yards away. 

The fire died out. The dragon snorted in satisfaction, horse-like, a loud, wet huff of smoke. The boulders sizzled as they cooled into their new, bizarrely dripping forms.

Kaiba emerged from behind a boulder, sweating and singed, his face streaked with ash and his eyes shining. He tossed the warped, melted wreckage of his shield aside, where it bounced and clattered against the rocks.

“SO YOU STILL LIVE? A MISTAKE. WHAT COMES NEXT WILL HURT WORSE!”

“For you!” Kaiba hurled back, and threw his hand into the air, a gesture Ryou had seen countless times on a duel field - a lightning rod, a summoning. “VENTUS!” 

The wind picked up, in a giddy, howling whirl, bringing with it a cloud of dust that descended gritty and blinding and pale across the valley. Kaiba and the dragon vanished from sight inside it. Mentally Ryou subtracted one spell from Kaiba’s satchel.

“THIS WON’T HELP Y - ” Cut off by a wet chop and an ear-splitting draconic scream, a raw, awful sound, torn out of an unwilling throat. Just below it, a glorious, cascading laugh. “WRETCH! WORM!”

The dust settled, revealing glistening, dark-green blood splattered across the rocks, and a single severed claw, its flesh still twitching. The dragon seethed, its wounded foot curled in agony. Kaiba was clear across the other side of the pass, by the dragon’s tail, grinning open-mouthed as he panted for breath. His chainmail and surcoat dripped with dragon blood; his hair was thick with it. 

“COME GET YOUR PEACE, DRAGON!” he bellowed, and the dragon slung its head around, tail coiling in an ominous whip. 

Again Kaiba lifted his hand, shouted “VENTUS - !”

And a second dust cloud barreled into the valley, as the dragon roared back, “THAT WON’T WORK AGAIN!”

It whipped its tail through the dust cloud, a scythe-like sweep - smacking something hard into the rocks with a thick, fleshy crunch of bone that made Ryou’s insides clench tight with terrified sympathy.

The dragon whirled around, clearing the dust with several storm-gathering wingbeats.

This was not real. This was just pixels, neatly arranged and running in rivers of algorithms - just a clever series of ones and zeroes - and yet Ryou gasped, the dragon laughing, at the sight of Kaiba lying in a crumpled, motionless heap in the rocks. He hadn’t considered Kaiba might actually fail to kill the dragon - all thoughts of jobs and game-writing abandoned - unreality aside, the mind had a way of making it real - what the fuck happened if Kaiba died?

“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE, WORM?” the dragon said, nudging Kaiba’s limp body with its claws, rolling him over. His head lolled, his body twisted into a horrifying, broken-boned slouch. How on earth was Ryou going to explain this to Yuugi? Hell. “I TOLD YOU, YOU'RE NOT W - ”

Ryou almost didn’t see it - a hawk in a dive, arrow-straight, from the top of the sky, diving through a blinding flash of light several stories up - and out of the light came Kaiba, alive and whole, plummeting towards the dragon’s head, gripping his sword with both hands - plunging it straight through the top of the dragon’s skull. 

He left the sword hilt-deep in dragon flesh as he pitched forward with the force of impact, rolling over the dragon’s brow, flailing to catch himself - on the massive horn. Clinging, victorious, as the great dragon swayed, its green eyes filming, and finally slumped, in agonized slow motion, to the earth, body first, head last, with a thundering, bone-rattling crash. 

It released one last, rattling breath, the trees shuddering in the fetid breeze.

The valley descended into stillness once more. 

Ryou sat down on his low escarpment with a limp thump, burying his face in both hands. This was just a Virtual World, where at one point everything would power down and they’d wake up safe and sound in the squishy, air-conditioned comfort of a pod, and he had, after all, planned on Kaiba killing the dragon, but Kaiba’s sheer nerve seemed beyond that. Yuugi was right. The guy was, maybe, a little nuts. Completely off his rocker.

“Ryou,” Kaiba said, above him, and Ryou lifted his head. Kaiba rested the sword jauntily across his shoulder, the rest of him filthy with dragon blood and human blood and dirt. “I have to say, I enjoyed your dragon. A shame it had to die.”

“Your strategy... You used a glamour spell? On a... rock? To make it look like your dead body,” Ryou said. “And then a transformation spell.”

“Correct. Is that all for your demo?” Kaiba said, cocking an eyebrow, both bloody and disdainful, and Ryou swallowed. “I was hoping for more of a cha - ”

His words stopped hard in his throat, a harsh, hacking sound. His free hand flew to his neck, mouth dropping open in pain and confusion, eyes widening. He coughed - or tried to, achieving nothing more than a thin, ugly retching, his face going white - and Ryou watched, in fascinated horror, as his gamble began to play out. There was nothing he could do to help; he’d written it that way.

The sword clattered to the stones, green blood dripping off the shining edge, as Kaiba staggered sideways, gasping for breath, both hands on his neck - what was the algorithm doing to him? Ryou had only written ‘a suffocating, squirming pain, concentrated in the lungs,’ and resolved to think more carefully about what types of pain he might inflict on the player characters, if the gamble paid off... But how interesting to know even the creator of the Virtual World himself suspended his disbelief - his knowledge of the truth - sometimes, and indulged in pain...

He collapsed to his knees, stretching one hand out, fisting it around Ryou’s collar and dragging him closer - 

“What - ” he choked out, eyes glaring into Ryou’s, in baffled, furious agony - terrified - they rolled backwards, the blue sliding away to white, as he slumped over himself. 

His hand went slack and fell. What life remained slipped away in a low, shaking sigh.

Ryou took him by the shoulders and gently lay him down, passing a hand over his eyes to close them. Dead, but not really.

“Just hold on a moment,” he said. The body had been vacated. The soul - the player - was awakening elsewhere.

He waited a few moments, absorbing the stillness, the detail on the leaves of the pine trees; the way the lake water shimmered in golden flecks with late afternoon light. It was maybe his last few seconds to enjoy the world he’d written, rendered in full splendor by the magic of technology, and he’d banished his anxiety from both his mind and body, to live out its exile in the real world. It didn’t belong here.

The great dragon body began to stir, drowsily, waking up from a deep, deep sleep. The deepest sleep.

Ryou stood up and slid down the escarpment to the dragon, pebbles and dust avalanching around his feet. The stab wound in its skull was knitting back together; the severed claw was crawling back to its slow-bleeding joint. There was an agonized hiss, forced through the dragon’s tightly-clenched teeth, and a vibrating groan, deep in its chest, as it gathered itself out of death.

Its eyes opened, in wary slits - not the bright, acid green, but a stunning, oceanic blue.

“OW. FUCK,” it growled, in Kaiba’s voice, magnified and twice as resonant. “OPEN MASTER COMMANDS, USER ID 000002510. SUSPEND ALL PAIN ALGORITHMS. CLOSE MASTER COMMANDS.”

He rolled upright, flexing his wings with experimental care. He arched his neck, looking down at Ryou.

“YOU TURNED ME INTO A DRAGON.”

“Yes,” Ryou said cautiously.

“NO ONE HAS EVER TURNED ME INTO A DRAGON BEFORE,” Kaiba said. ”SO I WASN’T WORTHY? IS THIS WHAT IT MEANS TO SUFFER THE DRAGON’S FATE? EVERYONE WHO KILLS THE DRAGON BECOMES THE DRAGON, AND ONLY THE CHOSEN ONE BREAKS THE CYCLE. IS THAT HOW IT GOES?”

“That’s how it goes.”

“HOW DO I FIND THE CHOSEN ONE?”

“You choose them,” Ryou said. “You decide what makes them worthy.”

"SO ANYONE CAN BE THE CHOSEN ONE? ANYONE CAN BREAK MY CURSE?"

"That's right."

Kaiba pondered that for a moment, flexing his claws idly in the dirt, the massive slabs of muscle in his shoulders shifting as he tested the strength and fit of his new draconic body. His gaze drifted out over the lower valley, eyes clouding briefly with memories of another story, another game, another man; one who had always seemed real and unreal, all at once, no matter what world he lived in. Ryou had heard it all from Yuugi.

Then Kaiba looked at him and started to laugh, a sound that echoed and rebounded across the small lake valley, the water shivering as each delighted peal of laughter rolled across. Ryou blushed as it buffeted him from all sides.

“IS THAT SO,” Kaiba said, with dry relish. “YOU’RE HIRED.”

[omg-physics]

Book Recommendations for Science Nerds

(mostly for those interested in physics and chemistry but there’s some biology too)

Reading science books is a great way to prepare for a possible career in the sciences. They show you how it actually is working in the field, the (sometimes hilarious) history behind discoveries, and expose you to topics that you may decide you find so interesting you want to make a career out of it! They also give you perspective on how much work it takes to come up with new theories and do research, which is important if you are interested in/doing research. Here are some of my favorite science related books!

1) The Alchemy of Air: A Jewish Genius, a Doomed Tycoon, and the Scientific Discovery that Fed the World but Fueled the Rise of Hitler (Thomas Hager)

This book is amazing! I read it while I was taking AP Chemistry. It goes through the history of the development of the Haber-Bosch process, which liberates nitrogen from the air to be used in fertilizer . . . or bombs! The history itself is really interesting, but the book also goes into the chemistry of the process and why it is necessary. If you are interested in chemistry and you haven’t read this, you are missing out!!!

2) Lonely Planets: The Natural Philosophy of Alien Life (David Grinspoon)

I found this book in a used book store and it was the best impulse buy I ever made! It is broken up into three sections: 1) the history of human ideas about alien life (which starts WAY earlier than I thought it would), 2) the science (as we know it) of how life evolves on a planet, which planets we think might be able to hold life, etc. and 3) a treatment of alleged human contact with aliens. The third chapter is a little bit hokey, but the other two chapters are absolutely fascinating!!! So much info on evolution (starting from the molecular scale!!!), other planets, previous space missions! And it brings up lots of interesting arguments about how little information we actually have to draw conclusions from (since we only know how earth life works). MUST READ!

3) Alex’s Adventures in Numberland (Alex Bellos) 

(aka Here’s Looking at Euclid for US editions but really that title is stupid so I bought the UK edition)

Math definitely isn’t my favorite subject, but this book makes it super interesting! It covers everything from counting to statistics, and only talks about the interesting stuff. Like, what patterns are there in how different languages and cultures represent numbers? Can monkeys do math? Can you drill a square hole with a rotating drill bit (the answer is yes, believe it or not!)? What statistics go into that claw game with the stuffed animals that steals all your quarters? And more!!! Read it if you like math! Read it if you hate math! Read it if you feel ambivalent about math! 

4) Uncle Tungsten: Memories of a Chemical Boyhood (Oliver Sacks)

This book simultaneously covers the early history of chemistry and Oliver Sacks’s childhood. You get to discover things like the periodic table and radiation through both the eyes of Oliver Sacks as a child and through the eyes of the scientists who studied them. Learn random facts about why chemicals are names what they are! Seriously, if you are interested in chemistry you HAVE to read this! SO GOOD!

5) Six Easy Pieces: Essentials of Physics Explained by it’s Most Brilliant Teacher (Richard Feynman)

This book’s a bit dry but I felt like I had to include it because it was a classic. Not to throw it under the bus, it’s got some fun bits, but it’s got more math than the rest of the books. It contains some really great explanations of things like quantum mechanics, gravity, etc. If you are really interested in physics and would like info on advanced topics covered in an accessible manner this is a good book to read. (Don’t be intimidated by the math though!)

6) Lab Girl (Hope Jahren)

This is a bizarre book about the life of Hope Jahren, a research botanist, starting from her childhood. It gives a really good perspective of the hard work necessary for a career in research, but also the joys of being a researcher. Also, she lived a really eventful and interesting life, so even if you have no interest in science whatsoever it is a good read. If you want to do research, read this!!!

Did you read any of these books? Please let me know what you thought!!! Have any books I might like? Send me the titles!!!

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New year, new reference! And PLEASE, read ALL THE BIOGRAPHY  Full Name: Mandy Ross Nickname: The schrodinger’s cat or The quantum woman Reason for nickname: Mandy’s abilities deal with quantum mechanics / physics and in particular with the schrodinger cat paradox Age: /// Sex: Female Gender: her/ She Place of Birth: A small country house in the middle of Texas Birthday: September 27, 1922 Currently living in: /// Species / Race: Human Ethnicity: American Occupation: /// Sexual Orientation: heterosexual Relationship Status: Single APPEARANCE: Mandy looks like a young Caucasian girl about 1.65 cm tall and weighs about 57 kg, almost in the norm. Her skin is a pale complexion, covered with purple bruises and strange scars sewed in almost every single part of the body and with two signs of a firearm, one on the left shoulder and the other on the thigh of the left leg. Her hair is black like oil and has two different cuts: On the right side they are very short and do not come to the shoulders unlike the left side, where the hair is really long and fall on his shoulder, also covering the lobe that has strangely been torn away and in its place are signs of human teeth as if someone had bitten it. Her face is delicate and with a slight redness that covers the cheeks and that stands out the freckles that the girl is covered, the eyes are completely blue, iris, pupil and sclera are of an intense blue plowed by numerous sequences in binary code, that change every second. CLOTHING: Mandy likes to cover herself mostly because she wants at all costs to hide the ugly bruises and the innumerable scars. She wears a black sweater, shorts and black socks. it is short-sighted and sometimes you can see it wearing thick glasses, which are also black, which is mainly used for reading. She also had a necklace, namely a military tag that he would later give to his son Dmitry Makarov, a doctor who currently works in the SCP foundation as a psychiatrist. HEALTH: Mandy presents several health problems, the first ever that you can see is its great difficulty in walking, sometimes limping and struggling to run, probably because in the past has suffered a strange and too rapid growth, going from 1.57 cm tall at 1.65 cm in a short time and this led to a small bone deformation not visible but present. Her health problems do not stop only at this: Her vital organs are partly damaged and this literally makes her lose blood from her mouth or nose. In addition, she smokes and drinks. CHARACTER: Mandy is an intelligent, serious and cynical girl. is the typical person who does not keep his thoughts hidden, spitting reality in the face without thinking twice and that is why he is labeled bitch or infamous. This small defect is also accentuated by the fact that she, when she has to do something or say something, does not think twice, is impulsive. In general, however, she never reveals her true state of mind, almost always grumpy with anyone and always responds sarcastically to any question, does not like the company (especially that of the foundation staff) and prefers to isolate herself. However, Mandy also knows how to be a really caring person and when she becomes attached to someone like her son Dmitry, it’s hard for him to let him go and do everything to make that person happy, at the cost of sacrificing her “happiness” MENTAL HEALTH: her behavior is also influenced by his post-traumatic stress disorder. What is PTSD? In psychiatry it is the set of strong psychological sufferings that result in a traumatic, catastrophic or violent event, in his case the Second World War and his period of imprisonment in the concentration camp. Mandy has strong hallucinations and short periods in which the mind returns to the past, reliving all the traumatic moments of those moments, from the sound of explosions to the screams of soldiers who died under the bullets to the cry of prisoners and the laughter of doctors. She also has great difficulty sleeping because her sleep is disturbed by continuous and atrocious nightmares that make her wake up in her sleep. She takes the pills to solve this problem, but these stun her and the thing is not pleasing to her. CONVERSATION: Mandy expresses herself in a clear and precise way, sometimes using scurrilous and unpleasant words, beginning to offend heavily if ignored or simply if he is not listened to her. LIKES / DISLIKES Likes: Food, read, cats and his son Dislikes: Volkov (Dmitry’s father), the foundation’s staff, all scp, be interviewed FAVORITES: Food: Chocolate, sweets in general Color: Green, black and pastel pink Animal: Felines in general, especially the cat Number: // Holiday: would like to visit Europe Season: Winter and spring Time of day: // Thing to watch: // Movie: All the films of Charlie Chaplin, the great dictator in particular Show: // Type of art: Realism Genre of music: Classical Genre of literature: Horror, yellow, short stories Genre of shows: // Genre of movies: comedy RELATIONS: Family: Aaron Wright (Father) Bonnie (Mother) Benjamin Wright (Big Brother) Alice Wright (twin sister) Gwen Taylor (Niece) Hans (Son) Dmitry Makarov (Son) Love interest: Shh, it’s a secret QUOTES: “Me? Sarcastic? Never!” “ Your intelligence is directly proportional to the number of chromosomes in your body: as your chromosomes increase, your intelligence diminishes. ” “ Whatever ” EXTRA FACTS: -Have a strange fear for SCP 096; - Her eyes before experiments were green; - You can bribe her with chocolate - Love sex - Bring bandages like a bra Warnings by the creator: -if you want to make a drawing where it is present you are free to do it! I’ve always loved fan art on her. -If you want to make a r-18 drawing with content or gore or sexual or even simple nudity please contact me by private message and ask permission. -For anything about mandy or curiosity do not hesitate to ask!

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really  LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES.

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BASICS. FULL NAME : nadia pym* ( *awkwardly holds up multicanon sign* ). NICKNAME :  wasp ii, pixie, bee girl, bug girl, baby wasp, tinkerbell, mean pretty lady AGE : verse dependent. BIRTHDAY : unknown. ( headcanon: capricorn ) ETHNIC GROUP : american // hungarian-american. NATIONALITY : american // russian. LANGUAGE / S : english, russian. french. & etc. ( see here + here for more info) SEXUAL ORIENTATION : asexual. ( headcanon: nadia is an ace lesbian. )   ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : gray-romantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single. CLASS : superhero. HOME TOWN / AREA : small, comfortably affluent neighborhood. CURRENT HOME : pym residence. PROFESSION : scientist.

PHYSICAL. HAIR : brunette. EYES : brown with specks of green. NOSE : straight, high bridge, straight and pointed tip FACE : round shape, high cheekbones LIPS : soft, plump COMPLEXION : smooth, pale BLEMISHES : freckles. SCARS : none. TATTOOS : none. HEIGHT : 5′6″. (167 cm) WEIGHT : ~ 120 lbs. BUILD : slender, petite frame FEATURES : sharp eyes, prominent eyebrows ALLERGIES : none except pessimism and bs USUAL HAIR STYLE :  short, choppy bobcut USUAL FACE LOOK : it’s either vacant space cadet or the steady, serious “judging you” expression. there is no in between.

USUAL CLOTHING : 

nadia: 90s style burgundy bomber jacket, handmade necklace, and worn out boots hope: dark colored blazers, tank tops, ruffled blouses, black,stiletto high heels, acorn necklace

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : failure, abandonment ASPIRATION / S : to make up for lost time and and change/make the world a better place. POSITIVE TRAITS : diligent, empathetic, intelligent, focused, determined, confident. NEGATIVE TRAITS : impatient, prying, rebellious, obsessive, prideful. MBTI : istj (the logician) TEMPERAMENT : melancholic ( nadia is sanguine ) SOUL TYPE / S : thinker  ANIMALS : sable antelope. VICE HABIT / S : , putting off sleep for work, skipping meals (often forgets to eat), caffeine addiction, often consumes fast food & has a MAJOR sweet tooth.  FAITH : agnosticism. GHOSTS ? : no.  AFTERLIFE ? : no. REINCARNATION ? : unsure. ALIENS ? : yes. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : none. (appears to learn towards liberal) ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : upper middle class. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : stable. EDUCATION LEVEL: Red Room Academy // M.S. in Business, Biochemistry, and Entomology, B.S. in Physics.

FAMILY. 

FATHER : alive. (616: and fused with homicidal robot brother.) MOTHER : mia! (1. mcu!janet is alive dammit! & she’s nadia’s stepmom in 616. 2. let me live my dreams that maria escaped captivity, changed her name, and started a new life. )

SIBLINGS :  

brothers: henry pym jr., ultron, dimitrios,  bangalter, cothran. half brother:  william nelson. sisters: alexis, eton, fountain.

EXTENDED FAMILY : (see here for post on ultron’s family)

grandfather:  brad pym, vernon van dyne, janos trovaya (616) grandmother: doris pym, lynn van dyne (take wiki w/ grain of salt), mrs. trovaya (616) great-grandmother: angela pym nephews: vision, victor mancha nieces: jocasta, alkhema great-nephews: billy kaplan, thomas shepard, vin vision great-niece: viv vision, antigone “son”: ion-man (982 verse)

nieces-in-law: wanda maximoff, virginia vision,  eve nephew-in-law: machine man ___________________________

relation due to brain wave patterns transfer/personality engrams:

jim hammond (human torch)  ➡ vision 

simon williams (wonder man) ➡ vision ↪ eric williams (grim reaper) : brother of simon williams 

bobbi morse (mockingbird)  ➡ alkhema

nathanial richards (iron lad) / teen ver. of kang the conqueror   ➡ vision (jonas) ____________________________

relation due to pym particle superhero shenanigans (ant-family):

scott lang (ant man ii) ↪ cassie lang (stature / stinger)

bill foster (goliath) ↪ tom foster (bill’s nephew / goliath)

eric o’grady (ant man iii / black ant) raz malhorta (giant man ii) rita demara (yellowjacket ii)

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those not mentioned above: literally millions of androids, bio-synthezoids, robos, war toys, and rex (creations/”children” of ultron, alkhema, or eve)

NAME MEANING / S : slavic — hope;  english— expectation of the future 

HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : nadia pym is basically hope van dyne only her mother is maria instead of janet. (and age difference) the girl is also the heroic version of hope pym from MC2 (982 verse) who was also hank and janet’s daughter but is a villain. (they even have similar costumes!) 

hope van dyne herself is also based on the idea of doing a hero version of MC2! Hope. so��in a way despite the obvious differences between the 3 of them, it comes back full circle.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : contact by carl sagen MOVIE : the day the earth stood still (star wars is a close second)

5 SONGS : (in in particular order)

hung up - madonna

heroes - david bowie

a better son/daughter - rilo kiley

man! i feel like a woman! - shania twain

grande valse brillante (arr. igor stravinsky for orchestra) - frédéric chopin

DEITY : athena HOLIDAY : new year’s day. MONTH : august. SEASON : autumn. PLACE : laboratory. WEATHER : cold. SOUND / S : steady mechanical buzzing, pencil against paper, idle chatter SCENT / S : firewood, smoke, perfume, chemicals, old books and photographs, vanilla TASTE / S : dark chocolate, strong, bitter coffee, honey FEEL / S : wind blowing through her hair ANIMAL / S : wasp, greyhound, stallion NUMBER : 8. COLOUR(S) : red, black

EXTRA. TALENTS : proficient in mixed martial arts, mechanics, and science, efficient strategist, able to juggle many ideas simultaneously. BAD AT : difficulty picking up emotions/social cues, lying TURN ONS : science, intelligence, hardworking ambitious people TURN OFFS : jealousy, immaturity, poor personal hygiene HOBBIES : building inventions - robots, gadgets, holograms, etc. TROPES : a sample taken from tv tropes: action girl, adaptational heroism, badass bookworm, broken bird, in the blood  legacy character, meaningful name , morality chain , sci-fi bob haircut, sweet tooth 

AESTHETIC TAGS : there is beauty in the details GPOY QUOTES : “This is not how it’s supposed to be.It’s supposed to be better.”, “It’s easier to think without pants sometimes.”, “I’ll let you know when I start being more interested in kissing someone than quantum physics.”, “You know me. I’d be happy with a cheeseburger.”

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : evangeline lilly ALT FC / S : considering natalia dyer and madison wolfe for nadia ; ramona marquez for hope pym OLDER FC / S : n/a  YOUNGER FC / S : emily evan rae. VOICE CLAIM / S : none as of now GENDERBENT FC / S : none, i would say edward burns ? i guess? hmu with suggestions

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? 

A1 : a solo wasp movie not starring janet van dyne would be criminal. i’d do the solo janet wasp movie first (either post!agent carter set in the cold war with her having undercover superhero  adventures with hank or rewrite the mcu timeline altogether and have her be a founding avenger with the rest of them). THEN, have a sequel movie where janet is training hope as her successor. 

also, i’d LOVE an animated mini-series with nadia having science adventures. Saturday morning cartoon style with monsters and villains of the week while recruiting members for G.I.R.L. she can even do ‘nadia science facts” in-between commercial breaks a la sailor says. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : a lot of classical music (mostly compositions from 17th-19th century that accompany a ballet), alternative rock, and 80s/80s-inspired eletronic-dance pop. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?  A3 : there were a lot of avengers character ask and rp blogs, especially when i first joined tumblr, but i didn’t really make up my mind on rping her until after seeing the movie and the want to explore her character, because her characterization is pretty great.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4: i’m someone who often hides my emotions, and i often end up looking cold without intending on it, so i really enjoyed seeing a character who is defined like that? she expresses her bitterness and unapologetic anger that is rarely seen in heroic characters and that it doesn’t shy away from the idea that she could easily block out the light and turn into the darkness, but underneath her no nonsense cold exterior, she’s really empathetic and compassionate. and seeing her finally getting what she rightfully deserves, and knowing she’s gonna be the biggest damn hero the world’s ever seen is just amazing.

similar thing can be said about nadia in that her optimism is refreshing in the current state of comics. 

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 :

Nadia Pym: i mean if i have to find ONE nitpick it would be that her overly sugary upbeat personality comes off as "too quirky”. i love the writer and artist of the solo series, but i see why some people can get annoyed by that, especially when they didn’t expect her series to take the colorful, fun, lighthearted, there is very little drama (eg: squirrel girl, batgirl) route as opposed to a traditional action drama legacy character approach (eg: ms. marvel, the atom rebirth )

Hope Van Dyne: i relate a lot to hope’s cynical and snarky personality, but the fact that she’s the exasperated, strong, serious, work-focused female interest trope found in nearly every movie is very…meh. 

Hope Pym (982): 

WARNING: RANT

if you’re going to make her a villain at least give her a GOOD REASON to be one. WHAT IS THIS ‘KILL THE AVENGERS BS’. your parents are hank pym and janet van dyne. FOUNDERS OF THE FREAKIN AVENGERS. hank literally passed the ant-man mantle to scott lang before you were even born! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU GREW UP WITH THESE PEOPLE! HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE?! THERE’S A MILLION REASONS TO BE A VILLAIN BUT THIS ONE MAKES ZERO SENSE. (i guess her being jealous of cassie would be her “reason”, but that’s a really cheap route to go considering how close the pym-van-dyne and lang family are. which leaves the “she’s mentally unstable” which im not even gonna touch.)

she isn’t even cool as a villain this could have been so cool! WE COULD HAVE HAD A VILLAIN ON PAR WITH ULTRON IN TERMS OF THREATENING. all that build and all we got was “MUHAHAH IM EVIL AND IM EASY TO DEFEAT IN 2 PANELS” all i see is a bunch of writers  going “OOOH PLOT TWIST~ THE CHILD OF TWO SUPERHEROES IS ACTUALLY A BAD GUY OOOOH~”

sorry. im just disappointed by the lost potential in this idea . I genuinely like the idea. Hope Pym and Henry Pym Jr.. Twin siblings who are raised by Hank and Janet, and one going on the path of being a villain, and the other deciding to be a hero could’ve made a good story. this could have been executed a LOT BETTER than what we actually got.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : we love doughnuts, are often deep in thought and forgetful of the world around us, wear mostly dark clothes, not really interested in romance, think holograms and robots are the coolest things ever, would probably marry a robot lol Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : i think she’d like me. it’d  take a while for me b/c i’m an anxious jelly bean, but i think i’m a pretty nice person. im not a science genius or anything, but i can offer doughnuts and friendship! Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : pretty much EVERYONE considering she’s still new to the world around her. i love her interactions with janet, jarvis, bobbi morse, kamala, lunella, and peter parker. (can’t wait to see her interacting with matt murdock in the next issue) 

i also have a pretty solid list on characters we have NOT seen her interacting with im interested in seeing: bucky barnes, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, reed richards (both mister fantastic and the maker), rest of the fam (scott, cassie, raz, eric, rita, viv, billy kaplan, victor mancha, etc. etc.), every known scientist both good, evil, and in-between, in the entire multiverse. ant-man ridiculous but astonishing rogue gallery (like dr. egghead and whirlwind) the list can go forever tbh.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : i don’t know. when i have an idea, i just roll with it. listening to chiptune music and reading old analysis and metas are major boosts to get myself out of the writing slump. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : about 5 hours.

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