#hold on I need to stop that tag why is the acronym so awful?

[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

guys you ever write those fluff hurt/comfort fics that are like...

the hurt is cleaning the emotional wounds with metaphysical rubbing alcohol? It stings not because anything is wrong now but because clearly so much was before?

Yeah. Gut n Idyll AU is having a "Validate Everyone's Existence Moment" and it's Funnnnnnn... >:3

[jwillowwolf]

Magic and Miracles - Prologue

Tag List: @sandersidesbigbang @thomassanderssidesbigbang2021 @theimprobabledreamersworld

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This is a multi-chapter fic I've been working on for the last couple of months as a part of the 2021 Sanders Sides Big Bang. The original idea came from this post by @remy-please-come-back [thanks again for letting me use the idea 💜].

Summary: Ever present, never seen. Feared and admired by all beings. The life that bursts from the earth, the secrets hidden in stone. It dances in the fire’s flames; it gives the wind its mournful tone. Here it is, this is it. Defined yet unexplained. In the depths of the ocean, and of your own mind. In the veins of all creatures, including humankind. For magic is in everything, yet unknown all the same.

For the longest time, Logan wanted to learn magic. So, when he was offered the chance to study it at a new magic school, he decided to follow his dreams. Along the way, however, he'll learn about so much more.

Warning/s: food mention.

Characters: Logan, Emile, Remy, OCs.

Read on AO3

0 | The Underdog's Debut

Ever present, never seen. Feared and admired by all beings.

The life that bursts from the earth, the secrets hidden in stone.

It dances in the fire’s flames; it gives the wind its mournful tone.

Here it is, this is it. Defined yet unexplained.

In the depths of the ocean, and of your own mind.

In the veins of all creatures, including humankind.

For magic is in everything, yet unknown all the same.

Perhaps this was why people found it so intriguing from such a young age. They wanted answers to what magic was, and while they didn’t find what they sought, they did learn how it could be used to their advantage. Spells were created to do anything that their caster’s heart desired. From creating a small orb of light for reading in the night to manipulating a tidal wave that could crash down on your enemies.

Magic was something not easily understood, which was one reason why the Council of Wizards evaluated all potential magic users. They wanted to gage that these young mages could safely use the power they were wielding. If not, then they needed to be properly dealt with before things got out of hand.

This was a good thing, but also not because to learn magic safely you would need someone else to teach you first-hand.

Now that doesn’t seem like much of an obstacle, except the only established wizards were of the nobility, and therefore only worked with nobility. The system was pretty much rigged to make it hopeless for average people to learn and use magic. Or it was until our protagonist came along.

He rose from poverty to royalty, became a hero among heroes, and faced off against one of the greatest threats to humankind that ever existed! But I’m getting ahead of myself -sorry- let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Oh, but where to begin? Ah! We’ll start from his first test with the Council of Wizards when he was only a young lad of 15. It was the beginning of spring, which is when the COW always held the learner’s test. This test evaluated your magical potential and gave the council a heads up on how many new mages there were. Yes, COW, don’t ask me why they went with that acronym.

The ceremony was being held in the grand hall of the palace, and it was open for anyone from the Srednas Kingdom to come and watch. The test itself was rather simple but the festivities that came with it made things feel like a special holiday. Nobility and common folk alike were gathered to watch and see what new wizards would be taking on learning magic. There was even a small market of sorts set outside the palace to take advantage of the crowds and sell foods, drinks, and commemorative merchandise.

Inside, people were everywhere, talking excitedly to one another and trying to find good places to view the proceedings. At the end of the room, there was a dais with two thrones where King Thomas and his husband, Prince Consort Nico, sat to watch. In front of the dais were nine chairs for the COW members, who talked with the royals and amongst themselves. Even they seemed eager for what was about to happen, and yet no one knew truly how monumental today was going to be.

The event had begun the same as any other year. Noble children from across the land showed off whatever three spells they’d learnt for the test. Most were common tricks like lighting candles or making plants grow. A handful showed off with advanced versions of these spells, such as holding the flames in their hands or making entire trees grow. Still, regardless of how many times these spells were cast, the crowd watched in awe with each new user who passed their test.

And then a young man in a simple navy tunic and black trousers stepped forward. He looked to be in his mid-teens, the same as most of the young mages and walked with an air of subtle confidence. He had a slender form and soft features that pronounced his youthful appearance. His hair was raven black, swept neatly to the side, and his eyes were such a dark brown that they seemed almost black.

“Please state your name and title.” Silvia, the eldest council member, said.

“My name is Logan Picani.”

“Title?”

“I don’t have any.”

Silence fell over the hall. “Pardon?”

“I don’t have any titles.”

“How do you not have any titles?”

“I’m not a noble.”

Some people audibly gasped and began whispering conspiratorially to one another.

“Young man, you do understand what this test is, correct?” Allen, another council member, asked with a thinly veiled look of disgust.

“Yes sir, I do. I also know for a fact that there are no rules against my taking the test because of being a commoner.”

Allen frowned and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Silvia. “I suppose not. Well then, let’s see what you can do.”

Logan took a deep breath and then held up his hand, “Ignyght.”

The tip of his little finger began to glow with golden light. The crowd watched on in silence as he carefully moved his hand to draw the necessary rune with the trail of light that flowed from his finger.

Once the rune was complete, he spoke again. “Solhart.”

The rune turned stark white and then disappeared. For a moment nothing happened, then a small white orb appeared where the rune had previously been floating. This earned a few excited claps from the crowd and an approving nod from two council members. But Logan didn’t stop there.

“Groh.” This time the light from his fingers was bright green. He made a different rune then repeated the sealing word, “Solhart.”

The orb multiplied until nearly fifty of them were floating in a cluster before Logan.

“Stahwynd.” A deep blue light flowed from Logan’s finger as he drew the final rune. “Solhart.”

The orbs burst apart from one another like birds flying off a tree in fear. Some people from the crowd shouted in shock as the balls of light zoomed off in all different directions until finally, they stopped. Now they were floating all around the room above the spectators who gasped as they realized what Logan had done. The hall’s ceiling was pitch black, so the lights looked like stars in the night sky. It was a breath-taking sight that inspired many to cheer and clap for the young mage.

“Alright, please settle down,” Silvia called over the noise before looking at Logan with a thoughtful expression. “Where did you learn this?”

“I taught myself.”

Silvia nodded then turned to talk with her fellow council members in hushed tones. Allen and two others seemed upset, while the rest of the council were neutral if not mildly impressed. After a few minutes, she looked back at Logan with a soft smile.

“Mr Picani, you are officially granted your learner’s license. I hope when we see you again in a few months time, you will once more surprise us all.”

The crowd cheered and Logan nodded before walking away with a look of pride. As he made his way through the crowd, he received congratulations from many strangers. And then he was tackled to the ground by an enthusiastic brown-haired girl.

“You did it! You did it! I knew you could do it!”

“Everleigh, my ribs.” Logan wheezed, causing the girl to release him.

“Oops, sorry. My bad. Is your chest okay?”

“It’s fine.” Both youths got up with smiles on their faces. “I did it.”

“Yep. In a couple of months, you’re going to be an official grand wizard.”

“Considering I just got my learners, I don’t think I’ll reach such a title that quickly.”

“You just created a night sky in the palace ballroom! I think you’re underestimating yourself.”

Logan smiled softly, “Come on, we should head back to the bakery to celebrate.”

Everleigh nodded in agreement and linked their arms so they could walk side by side. As they walked, Everleigh excitedly told Logan about how incredible it had looked from the crowd, and what kind of reactions the people around her had had.

Logan was uncharacteristically grinning by the time they’d reached the bakery. Walking inside only made his smile widen as the smell of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled his senses. It was after all the smell of home, so of course, it made him feel warm and welcomed. His father, Emile Picani, was standing by the counter helping an elderly customer when Logan and Everleigh walked in.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Oh, I should be the one thanking you, Mrs Goldstone. The brownie recipe you gave me has become a bestseller.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Have a nice day dear.”

“To you as well, ma’am. Oh, Logan, Everleigh, you’re back. And smiling,” Emile gasped, “did you get it?”

“He’s a wizard!” Everleigh dramatically announced.

“Not yet, I still need to finish the second test in a couple of months. I do have a learners’ license though.”

“Well, I think this calls for some celebratory tarts,” Emile said, ushering both youths into the back of the shop where the Picani’s sitting room/kitchen was located. “I’m proud of you logan. That hard work really paid off.”

“Speaking of hard work, you are going to take a break, right?” Everleigh asked.

Logan looked away from her sheepishly. “Well…”

“Come on, Lo. You’ve been working hard non-stop for months.”

“Yeah, kid, you work with me in the bakery all day, then study well into the night. And don’t think I haven’t seen you pull an all-nighter here and there.” Emile chastised.

It was true that Logan had worked long hard to get to where he was. it wasn’t exactly a simple task when books on magic were hard to find, and what knowledge they had was even harder to grasp. Figuring out pronunciation for the initiation/sealing words and learning to keep his hand steady as he drew the runes.

It had taken him many long nights of studying by candlelight to figure out the spells he’d performed. But with Everleigh’s library apprenticeship and his own persistent nature, he’d managed to learn a good deal about the basics. And now it was paying off. He officially had a learner’s license and would get a chance to become a genuine wizard.

Then he could use magic to help so many of the villagers who couldn’t afford the high-priced assistance of other magicians. Medicinal potions? Enchanted prosthetics? Transition spells? He would be able to give all this and more at prices his peers could afford.

Logan knew that what he was doing seemed near impossible, but he was going to do it or die trying! …okay, so maybe Emile and Everleigh were valid in their concern for his health, but this was his best and only way to study magic.

Before Logan could argue this, however, a stranger walked into the bakery. He was tall and slender, with a bronze tan and confident bearing. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a clean white tunic, black trousers, and dark brown riding boots. His short curly hair was the same dark brown shade as the boots, and his eyes were hidden by black tinted glasses.

“New customer, how do you how do?”

The stranger smiled. “Hey there, gorgeous. Sorry but I’m not a customer today. Is this where Logan Picani lives?”

“Yes, that’s my son.”

“Son? No offence honey but you look too young and handsome to be a dad.”

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” Logan asked, taking over the conversation for his blushing father.

“Ah, yeah, I’m here to offer you a very special opportunity on behalf of the crown prince.”

Logan and Emile gaped. “The crown prince?”

The stranger nodded. “My name is Remy Animosni, and on behalf of his highness, I’m here to extend an exclusive invitation to the Srednas Magic School.”

Logan frowned. “I wasn’t aware that there was a magic school here in Srednas.”

“Well, that’s because there wasn’t, not until now anyway. It’s something that the prince arranged to start this year with a few students to show how good it could be to the council. You particularly caught his interest today with your starry spellcasting, hence the personal invite. You would learn alongside six other students under me about everything there is to know concerning magic, from the full basics of spells to how you can modify your own enchantments.”

“That sounds incredible,” Emile said.

Remy nodded. “Yep, and not only that but you will be given your own room at the school and anything you may need or want during your stay will be provided by us, free of charge. The location of the school is just an hour out of town, so you could visit home on weekends if you desired. So how about it, kid?”

Logan was gobsmacked. The crown prince had not only seen him but was impressed enough to send an invitation to learn magic at a special new magic school.

“Wait, what do I have to do for the prince in return?”

“Absolutely nothing. The offer is completely free of any fees or deceptive dealings. I promise. The prince even sent this with me to make sure you could have physical proof if so desired.” Remy stated, producing a scroll from inside his jacket.

Emile and Logan both looked over the document and found no problems. It was a straightforward invitation for Logan to study magic at the prince’s new school, with promises to provide anything he could need while he was living at said school, and nothing more. The father and son shared a thoughtful glance. It was definitely an opportunity.

Emile smiled. “Do it.”

“Really? You think I should accept?”

“A chance like this only comes around once, and I can always hire someone if I need the help. Follow your dreams kiddo.” Emile said with an encouraging smile.

Logan bit his lip as he considered things. He really hadn’t thought today could get any better, then this happened. He was worried about leaving his dad, but Emile had told him to take this chance. And he was right about this being a once in a lifetime opportunity. Besides, Remy had said he could still visit the town on the weekends…

“Okay. I accept.”

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask. [Also, here's a link to chapter 1]

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

[entropic-introspection]

Part the third! I feel like its a sort of. Odd part, because its when suddenly there’s plot and me attempting to start explaining the whole nonsense with Cybertronian submissive/dominant coding, but hey! It’s done!

And for those of you who don’t like reading this on tumblr- eventually, a cleaned up version will be uploaded to AO3. I’ll post a link when it happens! For now though, this is titled I Love You for Psychological Reasons, abbreviated ily4pr because that is. An astonishingly accurate acronym actually.

So, what is the Autobot high command like? SNAFU, honestly.

“Ow! Ratchet, are you sure this is necessary?” Optimus asked, trying to squirm away. He received an especially fierce jab with the welder for his troubles.

“Maybe if someone didn’t run off like a partially plated sparkling, no,” Ratchet said. “Quit squirming or I’ll weld your arm to your chassis by accident.”

“Accident,” Optimus muttered. “Right.”

Ratchet cracked the barest hint of a smile that he let seep into his field, but kept his eyes on his work. “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” he called over his shoulder at the annoying buzz of conjoined fields behind him.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other. “No?” they said in unison.

“We be taking Prime to see Ultra Magnus and maybe sort of Magnus Sentinel after this!” Jetstorm said. “So until then, we be waiting.”

“Prime’s a big bot, I’m sure he can make his own way there,” Ratchet said sardonically.

“Sentinel maybe Magnus gave us specific orders!” Jetfire said. “He be wanting us to be ready to drag you in by your unecessary wingtips to be explaining this mess to the Ultra Magnus. Though those be missing right now.”

Ratchet could feel the tiny twitches in Optimus’ plating, cables suddenly tensing and trying to recalibrate for a missing weight. His processor was probably stuck on a loop, looking for his jetpack and its associated protocols plus its weight. Not uncommon for an injury like that, but it could be a sign of further damage. He’d keep an eye on it.

“I thought he wasn’t supposed to get too much unexpected news,” Optimus said.

Jetfire and Jetstorm gave Optimus pitying looks. “You thinking he miss whole planet shaking from huge warp? Or missing hammer? Sir tell us he be telling Ultra Magnus just so he not worry so much!” Jetstorm explained.

“And conveniently means he can’t explain what all he’s mucked up or else it might be too much for that poor old spark,” Ratchet muttered cynically, too low for the twins to hear. Optimus glared at him, but made no other movements. Smart bot. Most of the Academy bots learned pretty quick that the one person you never argue with was your medic, but Ratchet’s heard a few stories to suggest that Sentinel definitely-not-Magnus took a few tries to get it through his thick helm. That threat to weld arms to chassis wasn’t uncommon, nor was it entirely un-acted on. With a few adjustments, of course. Such as possibly welding a big mouth shut.

“All right,” Optimus said. “Can you tell Sentinel I’ll be there shortly? I’ll bring the hammer as well.”

Ratchet frowned. Optimus would be tired from both the battle and the repairs, not to mention a full submissive shouldering their way through a full dominance challenge could bring its own problems. If he had his way, Optimus would be resting for the day, alone or with friends as he preferred.

(Some part of him rolls its optics at his use of the word day, but, well, Earth had affected all of them. He feels awful to even think it, but he’s glad that Optimus ended up stuck with their horrible little rag-tag team of misfits on Earth, because the thought of him going through the rest of the Autobot Guard training alone-)

“I’ll come with you,” Ratchet said instead.

Optimus cycled his optics. “What? Why? I thought you said-”

Ratchet waved him off sharply. “I just fixed you up, and that hammer is slagging heavy. I don’t want your whole arm falling off because you were careless.”

Jetfire and Jetstorm frowned. “Is not being a good idea,” Jetfire said. “Too many bots! Without security clearance, even!”

Ratchet snorted. “If I wanted our Magnus dead, I could’ve just let Shockwave finish him off, and if I wanted the hammer, I had plenty of time to make off with it.”

The twins drew themselves up and approached together. “Still not allowed,” Jetstorm said. “No good!” Jetfire said. They both glared at Ratchet, their fields shoving their assorted bits of dominance at the both of them. Young bots, honestly. Medics didn’t give a slag about dominance and submission because that’s stupid when you’re saving lives, and Optimus hadn’t even stuttered at dominance challenges much stronger than whatever these two could dredge up. Still not good for them to get ideas.

Ratchet raised an eye ridge as he put his welder down and turned around, and neatly swatted them down with a burst of sharp edged medical grade dominant EMF. “Don’t get into a code off with a medic,” he drawled as the twins flinched backwards. “It doesn’t tend to impress us much.”

“Just… go ahead,” Optimus said to them. “I’ll convince Ratchet, or take responsibility.”

“I’m my own responsibilty,” Ratchet growled, but the twins had already fled. He looked over at Optimus. “You ok, kid? Can’t be fun dealing with any of this on top of a full challenge from that slag eating idiot Megatron.” Primus knew he’d have a raging helmache after that, even with a lower sensing capacity.

“I’m fine, Ratchet,” Optimus said. “I’m just… out of practice.”

“Heh. Earth was a lot quieter, wasn’t it,” Ratchet said.

“I recall there being a few Decepticons,” Optimus said with a smile.

“Details,” Ratchet said dismissively. “At least we weren’t socializing with them.”

Optimus stifled a laugh as Ratchet stretched, working out the kinks in his back cables. He relaxed his field as well, dropping the medical coding that let him project whatever was needed to calm patients. A vague neutral was the most popular, but he could vary it towards either dominance or submission as needed. It was supposedly indistinguishable from a natural EMF, but there was always something off about it. Made bots jumpy, and feeling others constantly probing his EMF without thinking to find that wrongness made Ratchet irritable.

Still, it had it’s advantages sometimes. He eyed Optimus, wondering if he should have tried to soothe him with unassuming dominance. He could scrounge up a bit of that from his own code, although it wouldn’t be very strong.

Optimus caught his look and rolled his optics. “I’m fine,” he stressed. “Besides, I think after getting hit by Megatron’s field, any dominance is going to feel like acid.”

“Fair enough,” Ratchet shrugged, but quietly decided to keep a close eye on the kid. You never knew when complications would pop up, and Optimus was annoyingly stubborn about actually telling him what was wrong. Dominance and submissive coding was a nightmare to deal with, being stuck somewhere between a physical ailment and a mental one, but he’d do his best.

Optimus was still side-eying him, so he made a small show of examining Optimus’ scratched faceplates. “Well, your face will look like you lost a fight with the ground for a while, but it’s nothing your self repair can’t handle. I suppose we should get moving.”

Optimus opened his mouth to argue, only to be stopped by Ratchet’s look. He sighed. “We should,” he agreed resignedly, grabbing the hammer from where it rested on the wall.

The journey to Ultra Magnus’ room was uneventful, although security seemed to be a little non-plussed at how to handle Optimus carrying the Magnus Hammer since it was, technically, a weapon of possibly mass destruction.

Sentinel eventually stuck his head out the door, scowling. “Would you get in here already!” he said impatiently. “And give me that!” he said, snatching the hammer from Optimus’ hands, hissing in displeasure when its handle sparked.

“I’m sorry, Sentinel,” Optimus said as they walked inside, trying to cover Ratchet’s snort, “I just assumed-”

“Haven’t you learned your assumptions get bots killed,” Sentinel snapped, placing the hammer gently against the wall by the medical berth.

“Enough,” Ultra Magnus said, vocalizer rasping and popping from lack of use. “What is done is done.” He was propped up on the medical berth, attached to various silent monitors. A few tubes ran through his emergency intakes on his chest, carrying fluid in and out. Optimus saw Ratchet squint and frown, but stay silent.

“Ultra Magnus, sir,” Optimus said respectfully. “It’s good to see you up.”

“For a given value of up,” Ultra Magnus said. His optics roamed over Optimus. “You look quite good for someone who took on Megatron.”

“I was lucky,” Optimus said, trying to shove the embarrassed flush out of his field. “I didn’t think I would be able to do much besides stall him until help could arrive.”

“Well,  you couldn’t even do that,” Sentinel drawled. “And if you hadn’t hung up on me, I could have told you that all of our forces were occupied with evacuating civilians and holding the line to keep the Decepticons contained within the districts around Trypticon.”

“All of them?” Ratchet said blandly. “Goodness me, I thought that the increased militarization in Iacon was to prevent this sort of thing.”

Sentinel scowled, and Optimus hurried to speak before he could open his mouth. “I am sorry for, ah, taking the Magnus Hammer,” he said, layering submissiveness into his field. Sentinel tended to like that. “I wasn’t sure if I could take on Megatron without it, seeing as how it’s too easy for him to shrug off my axe. Besides which, I thought that if I were to walk into an ambush, the Hammer’s electrical abilities would be able to take out a larger number of enemies at once.”

“Well reasoned,” Ultra Magnus croaked with a nod. “But you cannot do that again, Optimus Prime.” There was a brush of dominance in his field, so weak and far gone from its usual vibrant rush that Optimus felt almost off-balance.

“Of course, sir,” he said automatically. “I understand.” I don’t mean that, he realized. He felt as though that should bother him more than it did.

“Do you now,” Ultra Magnus said. “Perhaps…” Sentinel and Optimus exchanged confused looks over Ultra Magnus’ head as he stared off into the distance, humming slightly to himself. This certainly wasn’t normal behavior. Optimus heard Ratchet quietly sigh behind him.

“In any case,” Ultra Magnus said suddenly, focusing back on the two Primes before him, “There is always much to be done, now more than ever. I did not expect to wake to the news that we had captured Megatron only to have a mass escape, but this means we are in more danger than ever. Be on the lookout for unusual behavior that may hint at new Decepticon movements. We know they are out there, and they will return. They have proven they may already be here.” He paused to take a few ragged inhalations. “I fear that I must rest now. Protect the Commonwealth, soldiers. Dismissed.”

“Sir!” Optimus and Sentinel said, saluting. They turned to leave as a medic entered the room. Ratchet said something to them in a low tone, but the other just shook their head and pushed him towards the door.

“Is it very bad?” Optimus asked quietly as the door slid shut behind them.

“Of course everything’s bad,” Sentinel snapped before Ratchet could say anything. He glared at the guards, who were staring straight ahead uncomfortably, as if optic contact was what would make this supposedly private conversation awkward.

Sentinel moved forward, grabbing Optimus’ elbow to guide him. Ratchet trailed after them, hovering like a particularly irritated Earth storm cloud.

“Optimus needs to rest-” he started.

“Optimus needs to stop causing new problems!” Sentinel hissed. “I’m trying to take care of things and you two are ruining it!”

“What have I ruined?” Optimus asked in confusion. “From the sound of it, no one would have been able to stop the Decepticons-”

Sentinel groaned in exasperation. “See! You don’t even know what our real problems are. Fine. You know what?”

“Since you’re incapable of keeping out of trouble, I’m sending you to where you at least can’t make it worse. Your pet techno-organic said that something was wrong on that disgusting mudball of a planet and said that your underling Bumblebee couldn’t talk to me at the moment.”

“What?” Optimus said, alarmed. “Sari and- What sort of trouble?!”

“I don’t know, and I really don’t care,” Sentinel said in annoyance. “There’s no reason for any Decepticons to still be there, and you rounded up the All Spark fragments to repair it. As far as I’m concerned, anything else is those squishies problems. But for now? You can go check it out. It’s not like you can make anything worse there.”

“And as for you,” he said, rounding on Ratchet with an accusatory finger already pointing. “You are to remain here, in Iacon, on Cybertron, since you refuse to find a secondary pilot for Omega Supreme.”

Ratchet looked more like a storm cloud than ever. “I have told the Council-”

“Too bad,” Sentinel snapped. “I don’t care what you think, I still hold authority until Ultra Magnus is back on his peds. And I want you here on Cybertron, and Optimus can go back to those stupid squishies.”

“Alone?” Ratchet said archly. “Didn’t we just prove that’s not a good plan?”

Sentinel rolled his optics. “It’s not like there’s anything on Earth that could seriously threaten him anymore.” - “Get outta here!” Mixmaster sneered, chivying off the tiny organics attempting to investigate their build site. ��Shoo!”

“Ey, they’re kinda cute when you look at ‘em right,” Scavenger said. He winced as a bullet pinged off his plating. “Kinda noisy though.”

“They’re messin’ up our timeline,” Mixmaster grumbled. “You know how boss gets about that.”

“Yeah, well, boss is busy right now,” Scavenger said. He looked off into the distance, where Dirt Boss was busy yelling at some humans from atop the tank he had cerebro-shelled. The little bug dude was yelling back at him, but wasn’t getting much of anywhere. “We ain’t on the clock ‘til he gets back. ‘Sides, what’s so important here anyways that we gotta build here? Thought with Megatron gone we’d be doing stuff more discreet like or somethin’. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

Mixmaster shrugged eloquently. “This pink stuff’s worth a ton to the right folks,” he said. “Guess it’s good for us too? Got no flavor to it, not like that good oil though. Still, we set up this here mining rig and we can get set for life.”

“But do we really gotta set up here?” Scavenger said, leaning back against the scaffolding they already had up, ignoring how the humans seemed to panic as it groaned under the stress. “Organics like these are a workplace hazard. We can just go’n find some more-”

“There ain’t more!” Mixmaster argued. “Not yet, I think, if Dirt Boss’ is right. I’m lookin’ at this here energon stuff and it ain’t natural to this here planet, but it’s wellin’ up for some reason. Nearest I can tell, somethin’ pushed a reaction that’s causin’ this here organic scrap to start cyberizing. Gave it a bit ‘a sentio metallico to kick-start some slag, and the rest is some chemistry mumbo jumbo that you ain’t gonna understand anyhow.”

“Yes, but I might,” a new voice broke in.

The two Constructicons looked up to see one of the Starscream clones floating down, touching down with barely a sound.

“Who’s you?’ Mixmaster asked, instantly suspicious.

“Slipstream,” she said with a smile. “I think I can help you boys with your problems. Pro-bono, even. For free,” she clarified at their blank looks.

“Yeah?” Scavenger said, trying to make his leaning pose look as nonchalant as it had been a few clicks ago. “’Cause since you showed up, I got this real big problem-”

“I have null rays and a willingness to use them to take care of that ‘problem’,” Slipstream said. “Wanna keep that sentence going?”

“No ma’am,” Scavenger said, hands moving to cover his more delicate cyber-anatomy.

She gave a flinty smile. “Good. Now then. Do I talk to you, or is there someone else I need to terrorize first?”

[mayparkerblogs-blog]

Just Your Average Morning {Part 3}

So.. what do you think of JURAM (is the acronym stupid or do you love it?) so far? Writing this story has been such a blast! Big things are happening soon- and you won’t want to miss any of it! Stay in tune to find out what will become of our beloved reader... YOU! If you’re new to my writing and JURAM (oops.. used the acronym again), you can catch up by reading the prologue, part 1, and part 2. Hope you guys enjoy the newest part!

[reminder: Y/N’s thoughts are in italics]

avengers x fem!reader

“Are you kidding me, Peter?”

An exhausted Tony Stark stormed into the common room, followed by a rather frazzled teenage boy. “You know, Mr. Stark, I really wasn’t expecting it to actually work.” the pair  hadn’t noticed you were in the room yet. “You weren’t expecting one of my inventions, TONY STARK’S inventions to actually work when you pressed a few buttons? Didn’t I tell you to work on repairing your suit and not touch anything else? How hard is that?” The teen’s face went red as he turned away from Tony and realized you were in the room. “Um.. Tony..” Tony’s face went into shock when he realized he heard the entire conversation. “Oh,” you began, “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything, I’ve just been, um,” you turned to the laptop which was opened to a page about the serum and the many attempts to recreate it. “Researching. For school. Yeah” You shut the laptop before they could see what you were really looking at. “I’ll just go now cause it seems like you two are really busy so I’ll just see you guys around-” You attempted to leave the room as quick as possible but Tony sat you right back down on the couch. “Oh no, Y/N, you weren't interrupting anything. I was just about to go call the ceiling repair company anyways.” He shot the teenager a look of pure saltiness as he said “ceiling repair company”. The three of you sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to say or what to do. The boy shuffled in his spot, visibly embarrassed and uncomfortable. “Peter, why don’t you come over and sit down with Y/N for a little while. I don’t believe you two have met. Y/N, this is Peter; Peter, Y/N.” You directed a smile towards Peter as he sat down in the chair next to you. “Now you guys talk, laugh, watch vines, do whatever kids do for fun nowadays. Oh yeah, and if you really like each other, you better exchange numbers now since Y/N is being shipped in a few days.” Oh yeah, how could I have forgotten. Tony began to leave the room, proud of his little match-making scheme. “Oh and Y/N,” he said, turning around, “Have you seen Steve anywhere? I saw his shield in the training room this morning but I didn’t catch sight of him on his morning jog. He’s going to want to hear about the hole in the ceiling.” You shook your head no. “Nah, Steve left early this morning. Said he had to go check on this girl in D.C and he’ll be back by tomorrow night. How come he didn’t tell you?” Tony rolled his eyes and left the room. “He’s a little bitch, that’s why.” You furrowed your brow at Tony’s oddly harsh comment and reopened your laptop just to shut it back down again. “What are you researching for school?” Peter asked. You panicked and came up with the first thing that came to your mind. “Dogs. I’m doing a project over dogs and their food for chemistry.” “Oh, well that’s pretty cool. I like dogs, especially. beagles. What school do you go to?” Oh no. Do I say my real school or do I lie? “I go to a private school in Kansas. We’re family friends with Tony so my parents sent me up here for a week to get a closer look at all of his new tech since I’m real interested in engineering and stuff.” Wow, I didn’t know I was that good at lying. Peter beamed a warm little smile back at you. “Woah, that’s awesome. I’m in the Stark Internship so I just get to come up here every now and then and check out some of his recent projects. I got in trouble for touching one of his new machine thingies instead of working on repairing my- I mean his old and damaged suits. Yep. I don’t have a cool suit or anything. It’s not like I’m iron man, even though that would be really really cool if I was. Nope. It was his suit. Yep. But that doesn’t really matter.” Peter’s rambling made you giggle a little bit. “Anyways, did you fly here or did you drive?” “I flew. The flight was awful. Very, um, bumpy.” You congratulated yourself for coming up with such an amazing alibi. “That’s neat. I’m not a huge fan of flying. I’ve only been on a plane like three times. The last time didn’t end up so well. Hey, uh,  wanna play the Wii?”

You and your new friend Peter played Mario Kart, Wii Sports, Wii Party, and Super Mario Bros for hours on end, occasionally stopping for a snack or restroom break. You thought Peter was a super nice, funny, and smart. You would have killed to have a friend like him back home. Why did Tony introduce us? Now I just have to turn around in 3 days and leave him too. He was the first person who had ever met who could challenge your impressive Mario Kart skills. After you and Peter had defeated the boss battle in level 4 of Super Mario Bros, you checked the clock and realized it was just around dinner time. “I can make us some pizza rolls, if you want. Or we can ask Tony if he can order us something.” You offered to Peter. “Pizza rolls sound amazing. I’ll microwave some popcorn, too.” After placing the pizza rolls in the oven and microwaving a few bags of popcorn (the two of you realized you should have microwaved the popcorn once the pizza rolls were done cooking so everything would be warm at the same time), you and Peter sat at the kitchen island, talking about just about everything. “My favorite subject in school? Probably chemistry. But I do like Spanish a whole bunch. We have a bunch of food parties in that class.” Peter commented. “I really enjoy my psychology class. And my speech class. And english. And student-aid. I guess I like most of my classes, but maybe not-” Tony ran halfway through the common area in a dead sprint to his lab with a panicked look on his face, interrupting your sentence. “Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter said as Tony turned to the two of you, acting like nothing was wrong.”Y/N and I made some popcorn, you’re welcome to have some. Oh and the pizza rolls will be done soon. And don't worry about any mess, Mr. Stark, I’ll clean it all up.” He’ll clean it up? That’s rather polite, I’ll thank him later. “Don’t have time for food. There’s been a situation in Paris so the team and I have really gotta get going. Y/N, here’s a phone for you to use in case of an emergency. It has the entire team’s numbers on it, including mine. If anything does happen, call Steve first. We’ll be back in about a day or two.” Tony whipped around and starting sprinting back to his lab. “Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter called out as Tony opened the door. “Do you want me to spend an extra day here with Y/N so she’s not all alone? May will probably be fine with it.” “As long as your Aunt May is fine with it, I don’t care.” Tony entered his lab and yelled back “No funny business, you two!” before he put on his suit and departed on the mission. The oven beeped, signaling that your pizza rolls were finally done. The two of you ate in awkward silence as you scrolled through the contacts on your phone. “Hey Peter,’ you said, “I don't think Tony put your number in my phone. Would you mind if, you know, in case anything happens and I need to get a hold of you-” you reached your phone across the table to Peter, who proceeded to create a new contact for himself. He smiled as he returned your phone and you realized that his contact name was “Peter ‘The Wii Olympian’ Parker”. “I beg to differ, Peter,” you said with a smirk, “I think I am the true Wii Olympian.” Peter crossed his arms and let out a light chuckle. “Uh-huh, sure. That’s why I beat you at every round of Wii Tennis.” You threw a pizza roll at Peter, way harder than you thought you did, and it splattered all over Peter’s face. I didn't throw it that hard, did I? “I see how it is, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind if I do this!” He squirted his Capri-Sun at you, soaking your shirt in Wild-Cherry. “There,” he stated, proudly. “Now we’re even.” You smiled and shook your head as you cleaned up your plates and threw away the bags of microwavable popcorn. “Hey, wanna watch Jurassic World? Steve rented it the other day so we could still watch it and not have to pay.” you offered, not wanting to go to bed yet. “I should probably go take a shower and wash all of this cheese and sauce off. Plus it’s getting pretty late. Can we watch it tomorrow, though? I love that movie.” Peter replied. You nodded your head and checked the time. Almost 10:30? I feel like it was just 8. “Oh yeah, yeah, it actually is getting pretty late. I guess we should get headed to bed.” You and Peter shut off all the lights in the common room and returned to your respective rooms. The medical bay was a little farther away than the guest room Peter was staying in, so the two of you departed ways outside of Peter’s room. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, Peter.” you said as Peter stood in the doorway to his little room. “Y-yeah I’ll see you tomorrow. Night!” He waved as he shut his door and you began to walk away. “Oh! Peter!” you called back to him. “Thanks for staying an extra day with me. It’s nice not being in this big empty building alone.” He face lit up with a bright smile. “Oh yeah! No problem, it’s really nothing! I um, uh, really like hanging out with you, Y/N, so I'm glad I get to spend another day with you, too.” The two of you stood in silence, both smiling and staring at the ground. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” you said as you departed. “Yep, I’ll see ya then!” Peter shut his door and the hallway was flooded with darkness. You quickly returned to your room, showered, jumped into your bed, and let out a long sigh.

Peter’s only going to make leaving harder, isn't he?

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[marvelous-heroimagines]

Suspect: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Swearing, fighting, angst

A/N: I was intending to have Reader and Bucky converse in this one, but it ran longer than expected! Sorry, definitely in the next one.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Aw, c’mon, partner,” Dale coos through the door, but you were hardly listening. As quietly as possible, you were searching the bathroom cupboards for something that you could use as a weapon, “Don’t make me knock down this door,”

You ignore his taunts, and try to gather yourself. Any second he was going to force his way into the bathroom, and you had to be ready. 

“Fuck,” your voice so low it was barely audible. There wasn’t anything you could use, not even a nail file. You’re going to have to fight the old fashioned way. Positioning yourself in front of the closed door, you take deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves and still your shaking fists.

“Y/N,” Dale’s voice turned from fake charm to frustrated and blunt, “I really don’t want to kill you. So come on out and I can give you the pitch,”

“Fuck off!” you yell back. You knew that opening the door for him would put you on the back foot in a fight, he would just point the gun at your head and any chance of getting away would be gone. You needed to provoke him so that he’d get angry and impatient enough to break the door down.

“I’m giving you til the count of 3!” he was sounding like an annoyed mother now,

“Come and get me, coward!”

That was all he needed to hear. You involuntarily flinch as the door bends every time Dale slams his shoulder into it. You take a few more deep breaths and assume fighting stance as you wait.

After a few more hits, the door breaks off its hinges and Dale comes bursting into the room. It takes you a brief moment to register what was happening, but before he could regain his composure you had already thrown a kick. Dale doubles over, dropping his gun and grabbing his stomach where you had landed a kick.

Taking the advantage, you grasp his head and bring it down onto your knee. A loud grunt escapes his lips as he falls to the floor and you take that as your cue to leave. Quickly side stepping Dale’s collapsed figure, you make a break for the office door. But before you can escape, Dale grabs your ankle, tripping you up and sending you to the floor. Wildly kicking, you use all your strength to get out of his grasp and back on your feet.

“Take one more step and I’ll put a bullet in the back of your skull,” Dale says, his voice serious and harsh. You freeze, not wanting to find out if he was bluffing, “Go. Sit,” he instructs.

You follow his orders, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Your mind is running a million miles an hour, trying to think of any possible way to get away. But it goes blank the second your eyes register Riley’s lifeless body, still slumped on the desk. Her eyes were still open. Nausea floods over you, but you push it down and focus your attention back on Dale.

“God, you’re feisty,” he dryly chuckles. One hand was keeping his gun steady, the barrel aimed right at your face, while the other wipes away a small amount of blood that was trickling from his nose.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just do it already,” you wanted to sound brave, but your wavering voice was a dead give away that you were the complete opposite.

Dale dryly chuckles again, a noise that makes your stomach knot with unease, “You just don’t listen do you? I’m here to make you an offer… And if I were you, I’d take it. Hell, I did take it,”

“You killed Riley!” you cry, tears starting to well again as the words hit, “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!”

“Her?” he cocks an eyebrow and vaguely gestures to her body, “She had to be eliminated. She knew too much,”

“She didn’t deserve to die!”

Dale calmly steps forward and places his gun on the desk. Your eyes are glued on the gun, but before you can think about grabbing it he slaps you across the face with so much force that your head snaps left. You don’t even have a second before he firmly grips your chin and yanks your head back to look him in the eyes, “Do not talk to me like that,” he says, a little too calmly. So calm that it felt like more of a threat than his gun pointed at you.

Silence falls over the room as you struggle to get enough air into your lungs after Dale’s slap had knocked it out of you.

“Better,” he breaks the silence and releases you. You watch in horror as he carelessly shoves Riley’s body off of the office chair and wheels it over to sit in front of you, “Now, what was I saying?”

Trying to blink away the tears, you tear your attention away from your ex-girlfriend’s dead body and back to Dale, “An offer,” you whisper,

“Ah, yes,” Dale smirks at you, “You see, this offer has been in the works for quite some time now. I wanted to approach you about it weeks ago, but I was told to wait,”

Your brows furrow as your eyes search Dale’s face. You had no idea what he was talking about. You give him one nod, a silent prompt to continue his monologue.

“You should thank me,” he says with pride, “When Rumlow saw your file, he wanted you dead. You really shouldn’t have lied to him about the Captain and Widow,” Dale clicks his tongue disapprovingly and your muscles tense.

Things were starting to come together. Rumlow had to be one of the men dressed in black at the mall. The same man that Dale had called yesterday at the bridge. It was all connected.

“What does Captain Rogers and Black Widow have to do with anything?” you query, still unsure why they matter so much,

“They, and a couple of others, dismantled shield, and thereby dismantled and exposed the organisation that grew within,”

“Shield?” your eyebrows knit together,

“The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division,” Dale loudly exhales, “God, that’s a mouthful. No wonder they acronym it. It is… Was… A clandestine government agency that protected the world from threats that were too much to handle for the CIA or FBI,” Dale rolls his eyes, looking like he was disgusted by the words he’d just spoken, “What a joke,”

“I don’t-”

“Shield was a farce. They claimed to protect human kind, but they didn’t have the guts to ensure the survival of it. It was Hydra that knew what had to be done. The good of the many out weigh the good of the one,” 

Your body tenses as you recognise the name. Hydra. The organisation that tortured and used James Barnes as their own personal killing machine. You stare at your partner, disgust written all over your face.

“And that,” Dale points at your face, “Is exactly why I wanted to give you this offer before you got a hold of those files,”

“How could you work for them?!” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Dale gives you a mocking sad look, “Oh, is someone upset that Hydra was mean to a soldier 70 years ago? Well, get over it. The Asset has been an integral part of how the world is today. When history wasn’t cooperating, we sent him in to straighten it out. Anyone who stood to change our plans was eliminated. JFK, MLK… Stark,” Dale shrugs, looking amused, “You get the idea,”

“It’s barbaric,” you spit, remembering James Barnes’ screams of terror, “You can’t just use people like puppets,”

“Why not?” Dale cocks his head to the side, as if to challenge you, “A guy who could pass for American and slip behind enemy lines or cross borders without raising an eyebrow, he’s perfect. And those words we put in him,” Dale let’s out a long, low whistle, “Loyal until the end,”

You can’t stand to look at Dale any longer, just the sight of him made you want to throw a punch or throw up.

“Now,” he continues, “Let’s finally get to this little offer. I showed Pierce your file, and boy, was he impressed. You’re a hellva shot, top of your class at the academy, youngest detective in history, and you’re a woman,” Dale gives you two short claps, as if having a vagina was an accomplishment, “I’m here, dear Y/N, to offer you a position in our strike team. Women in the field are in the minority in Hydra, but I’ll tell you what, the ones that are, they’re our best agents. It’s so simple for a woman to bat her eyelashes and get what she wants. Pierce was excited to meet you. But he’s dead now, so until Hydra gets back on its feet, I’ll just have to act as the HR department”

“What?” you ask, taken aback,

“A head of Hydra wanted to personally meet you, that’s a big fucking deal. And don’t worry, I’m sure whoever takes up the mantle in his place will be equally impressed,” Dale says reassuringly,

“You think that I’d want to join your murder death cult after what I just discovered?” you spit, not believing that Dale really thought you’d be okay with it,

“Well,” he breathes out, “It’s that or death… So…”

Your stomach drops. There was no way you’d be leaving this room alive unless you agreed to join him and Hydra. Just the thought made your skin crawl.

“All I need you to say is hail Hydra,” Dale grins at you, “Catchy right? Alliteration and all,”

You stare at him, wide eyed and disgusted, “I’d rather die,”

Dale let’s out a long, exacerbated sigh, “Now, now. No need for that. Just say the damn words,”

You spit in his face, knowing that it won’t end well for you. But you’d rather die than join something that tortured and brainwashed people. Dale sharply inhales, and slowly wipes the specks of spit off his face. You take your moment, having not forgotten that his gun was within reach from you.

Dale beats you to it, grabbing the gun and your wrist simultaneously. Quickly holstering his gun, he stands and slaps you again, harder his time. While you’re disorientated from the blow, he grabs your other wrist. His hands clasp tightly around your wrists, and no matter how hard you struggle, he holds your torso in place.

“God, Jake was not this complex,” he says with malice. Your stomach drops and your heart feels like it’s being squeezed, “He made his choice right away,”

“What?” you ask, feeling the tears coming on,

“Oops,” Dale pretends to have caught himself in a lie, “Did you still think that your boyfriend died in that car crash?”

While your body was having a physical reaction to the news, your mind was only on one thing, “The Winter Soldier,” you whisper. Riley’s words echo in your mind ‘most of the time, the deaths were considered accidents.’ You need to throw up again, but Dale’s firm grip on your wrists made it impossible to move. You try your best to shove the thoughts aside, you’d deal with them when you were safe.

“Just. Say. The. Fucking. Words,” Dale spits at you, pulling at your wrists so that your faces were so close you could feel his every breath.

Pulling your head back, you exhale as you bring it forward with as much force as you can handle. A throbbing immediately appears the moment your forehead makes contact with Dale’s nose. It didn’t knock him out, but it was enough to make him release his grasp.

“You broke my nose, you fucking bitch!” he yells, holding his hands to his bleeding nose, “I tried to play nice, I gave you so many chances. But now I’m going to kill you,”

Scrambling along the floor, you delve into your bag, and luckily find your gun immediately. When you climb to your feet, you and Dale are instantly pointing your guns at each other.

A loud bang comes from your right. You and Dale both whip your heads around to see the wooden office door fall to the floor, with a large figure standing in the doorway.

By now the sun had set, and the only real light in the office was provided by a few lamps on the desk. You stare at the figure, your breathing stopped in suspense. Were they here to help you, or to help Dale?

All you can see are the man’s eyes, framed by long dark hair. He takes a step forward, you notice his footsteps are heavy and careless. Why did they seem so familiar to you?

Then you notice it. The limited light hits his torso, and a glint of metal catches your attention from his left side. His entire left arm was metal. It was The Winter Soldier.

Your hands start to shake, subconsciously dropping your aim a little from Dale’s head. This was it. He was here to make sure that Hydra’s secret died with you. No matter how much you fought, you weren’t leaving this room alive.

“Ah, right on time, Soldat,” Dale says smugly.

Next Part

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[shitcoindaily]

Walton

Waltonchain, Walton or Walton Coin is a Chinese-based blockchain company that has had a lot of hype lately. It's only tradable on a couple of Chinese exchanges, notably Binance (🅱️inance from here on out).

The Website

At least they don't try to get you to buy their coin before even reading anything about it. They do list the WTC/BTC exchange rate (on HitBTC, which I've never heard of), but that's not too unreasonable.

Here's their website. It'll probably be incredibly slow to load, it was for me on my nearly 1Gbit connection. The Great Firewall definitely doesn't help things. However, why can't they afford some servers somewhere else to use for non-Chinese users? I'd call this a red flag.

Holy shit the Chinglish hurts to read, so much. Obviously, given that their website is written in English, they want to appeal to an English-speaking audience. So why the hell didn't they hire a better translator than some Chinese dingus off the street who maybe took a few school classes in English? The fact that they couldn't get even a half decent translation of their site is such a huge red flag it hurts.

I'll make an attempt to evaluate the rest of their claims without talking much about the horrible Chinglish, if at all possible.

The realization of Value Internet of Things will create a brand new business ecosystem, based on organic integration of block chain and Internet of Things. This will extend the block chain technology from Internet to Internet of Things, which will in turn create a genuine, believable, traceable business model with totally shared data and transparent information, depending on the combination of RFID technology and Walton chain. Walton team has formulated a 4-phase development plan, starting from infrastructure platform establishment to gradually incorporating retail, logistics and product manufacturing, and to finally achieving the full coverage of business ecosystem.

Oh great, another "Internet-of-Things" coin, like those aren't a dime a dozen. They also mention RFID with the "Walton Chain" as if that's anything special. They seem to mention retail a lot in their site, as well, so it seems they're looking into incorporating RFID into a retail environment. I have no idea how the retail environment works in China, and I imagine that many other people who bought this coin don't either. Therefore it's going to be hard to judge whether this concept of RFID in a retail environment could take off in their target market. Therefore, if you don't know the Chinese retail market and the ability of RFID to disrupt it - however Walton Chain plans to do so - you probably shouldn't be investing in this coin.

Even so, why does this have anything to do with blockchain and having a token? Here's what their FAQ says about it:

It can be used as currency to purchase related commodities;

It can be used as the unit of measurement for credit of the Internet of Things;

It can be used as the unit of measurement for the workload or quality of the Internet of Things;

It can be used as the storage of value or the value transfer method ;

It enjoys high popularity and increasing demands, while the issuance volume is fixed; thus, the potential of its appreciation is tremendous.

Useful as a currency to purchase related commodities? That's been tried for years, and I don't see how a China-only coin is going to make a big change in that area. I don't understand what point two is even trying to say. Hire a better translator, seriously. Point three is similarly incomprehensible. Point four applies to literally every other token or cryptocoin, technically they all can hold value if someone is willing to trade something for them. Five is pretty silly, "Why is the coin valuable? Because it's popular!" is some pretty terrible reasoning. And again, it applies to every single other coin.

The Whitepaper

Their whitepaper is unbearably hard to read because of the awful Chinglish. They start by going on about "Internet +" which they describe as ", a new form of economic and social development of 'Internet + all traditional industries'". Apparently the "Internet +" is a way they're talking about how the Internet has changed all world industries as a whole, which makes sense.

They fail to explain much about their own project in this introduction, though, and start talking about "Value Internet of Things (VIoT)" which is yet another attempt to bring blockchain to IOT (IOTA anyone? Java totally makes sense for Internet of Things!). This sort of thing has been tried and IoT is such a buzzword now that it hurts.

And of course, the graphics in their English whitepaper are all in Chinese, so that's super helpful.

Their whitepaper also goes on and on about things that really don't need to be there. You don't have to explain Bitcoin to me and how it came about, how it works, etc. I don't need a low-level explanation of UHF RFID. They even have a circuit block-diagram (in Chinese, of course) about how an RFID reader works. I don't care. Just get on with it, cut the crap. Absolutely none of this is relevant. For example.

RFID reader IC is one of the core components of the reader, containing the RF section and digital signal processing section. On the receiving end the signal is amplified by LNA, mixed by I/Q mixer, filterer, converted by ADC, and finally inputted to the digital processing section; on the transmitting end the digital signal outputted from the digital processing section is converted by ADC, mixed by I/Q mixer, amplified by PA and transmitted to the antenna, finally transmitted to the tag.

Ignoring the awful grammar, they never explain what any of these acronyms mean. Personally, I know what many of them mean, but anyone outside of an electrical engineering background would be clueless and see nothing but a jumble of letters. Even if this was in Chinese, it would be terrible writing. They don't even explain the structure of their actual project until 18 pages into the whitepaper. And again, more figures written in Chinese. Thanks.

I understand that the main market for their project is China, but there are so many non-Chinese people who appear interested in this coin that it's alarming to see how terrible they've given information for these non-Chinese potential investors.

I'm going to stop trying to trudge through the whitepaper here.

Conclusion

Waltoncoin/Waltonchain/whatever is a total shitcoin. They couldn't even go through the trouble to hire more than a minimum-wage translator (if minimum wage even exists in China). Their site is full of buzzwords with very little explanation of what their coin does and why it should even be a coin. Finally, their whitepaper is a complete disaster. They spend pages upon pages explaining nonsense that doesn't even have any relevance to their project and couldn't even bother to translate their figures and diagrams.

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