#quantum hi tech

[summitmach2]

Scott getting the shit beat out of him by some multiverse-hopping time traveling lunatic is top tier content.

[pensoluv]

💡 recent idea, no TWs

AUs: Isekai God!Reader in SAGAU and SAHSRAU

Pronouns: only ‘you’

Tldr; You seem to have different forms in SAGAU (genshin) and SAHSRAU (honkai star rail). Here’s why.

Yes, they are somewhat of sister universes, but the crowd’s perception of you is also distinct from each other.

Possible Explanation 1: as a way for the World to involve you and for people to have a familiar image to ‘invoke’.

Possible Explanation 2: the Magic is different, Genshin’s Elemental while HSR’s more similar to Physics (See: Quantum).

Possible Explanation 3: the way you get to these two AUs started same but something about the warp (travelling) there adapted differently.

Possible Explanation 4: irl 3D to irl 2D goes crazy

Possible Explanation 5: technical abilities vary, better tech = better early access view of you (includes translating your words in communication)

A few special folks could bypass some limits of perceiving you clearly. They could be:

Genshin’s Descenders. Not impossible for aliens from mutual worlds to see each other better. The more places a descender had been, the bigger chance they can be better at seeing you.

HSR’s Aha. He’s seen that the world is a sandbox game and ascended to Aeonhood, he can maybe see a clearer, more you-resembling form. You decide how clear his view of you can get, with your power privileges.

[growthhyp]

Vincent's Growing Notes II

Vincent stepped onto the scale, the digital display blinking as it calculated. His breath hitched. 320 pounds. Pure muscle. He glanced at the mirror, his reflection staring back with a chiseled jawline and veins snaking across his forearms like rivers of power. The nanobots had done their work—5% body fat, a towering 6’5”, and his cock… he smirked, running a hand over the bulge in his spandex shorts. 15 centimeters in length, 18 in girth. A weapon of mass seduction.

He flexed, his back muscles rippling like waves under his skin-tight tank top. Every inch of him screamed dominance. The gym had become his kingdom, but today, he had a different conquest in mind. “Showtime,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. He grabbed his bag, slinging it over one shoulder, and headed for the library. The air shifted as he walked, heads turning, whispers trailing behind him. He didn’t need to look back to know they were watching. They always were.

Vincent’s towering frame cast a shadow over Adrian’s table, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. Adrian looked up nervously, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with one finger. The sight of Vincent’s chiseled jawline and piercing gaze made his heart skip a beat.

Vincent’s eyes locked onto Adrian the moment he stepped into the library. The kid was hunched over a table, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of textbooks and circuit boards, his unkempt hair and oversized hoodie screaming "loner genius." It was like looking at a younger version of himself—before the nanobots, before the transformation.

A smirk tugged at Vincent’s lips as he strode over, his muscular frame cutting through the quiet hum of the library with effortless confidence.

“Hey,” Vincent said, his voice smooth but commanding, as he slid into the seat across from Adrian. “You look like you could use a hand with all that tech.”

Adrian’s head snapped up, his glasses slipping down his nose as he took in the towering figure before him. His eyes widened, darting from Vincent’s chiseled jawline to the veins snaking across his forearms. “Uh… hi,” he stammered, pushing his glasses back up. “I’m Adrian. And yeah, it’s… a lot.”

Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his biceps flexing under the tight sleeves of his tank top. “Vincent,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. His grip was firm, warm, and lingered just long enough to make Adrian’s cheeks flush. “I’ve seen you around here. You’re the quantum computer guy, right?”

Adrian blinked, surprised. “Yeah, that’s me. How did you—”

“Word gets around,” Vincent interrupted with a wink, his tone playful yet confident. He leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders filling the space. “So, what’s the holdup? Cooling system giving you trouble?”

Adrian’s mouth opened, then closed. He hesitated, glancing down at the mess of wires and schematics in front of him. “Yeah,” he admitted, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s supposed to revolutionize computing, but without the right cooling mechanism, it’s just… stuck.”

Vincent nodded, his gaze sharpening with interest. “Cooling systems can be tricky. But I’ve got some experience with unconventional solutions.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air like a challenge. “What if I told you I could help you crack it?”

Adrian’s eyes widened again, this time with a mix of hope and disbelief. “You’d do that? But… I don’t even know how I could repay you.”

Vincent chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Don’t worry about repayment, Adrian. Helping a fellow nerd in need is its own reward.” He flashed a grin, his teeth gleaming in the soft library light. “Besides, I’ve got a feeling you’re going places. Might as well give you a push.”

Adrian swallowed hard, his heart racing. There was something magnetic about Vincent, something that made him want to trust him despite the nagging voice in the back of his mind. “Okay,” he said finally, nodding. “But… let’s keep this between us, yeah?”

Vincent’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his chest brushing against the edge of the table. “Deal,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Now, show me what you’ve got so far.”

As Adrian began explaining his project, Vincent listened intently, his piercing gaze never leaving the younger man’s face. Every now and then, he’d interject with a question or suggestion, his confidence infectious. By the time they were done, Adrian felt a spark of excitement he hadn’t felt in months.

“This is incredible,” Vincent said, leaning back in his chair with an approving nod. “You’ve got talent, Adrian. With the right guidance, you could change the world.”

Adrian’s cheeks flushed again, but this time, there was a hint of pride in his smile. “Thanks,” he said softly. “I… I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.”

Vincent leaned back in his chair, his biceps flexing under the tight sleeves of his tank top. “But before we get into that,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate, “tell me more about your life, Adrian. How’s it going outside the lab?”

Adrian glanced up from his notes, his fingers nervously tapping the edge of the textbook. “It’s okay, I guess,” he mumbled, his eyes darting away. “Just trying to keep up with the workload and avoid getting into too much trouble with the jocks.” He bit his lower lip, cheeks flushing. “They don’t really get why I’m here.”

Vincent’s gaze softened, a flicker of understanding in his piercing eyes. He stretched his arms slightly, the muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his tank top. “I know the type,” he said with a smirk. “But you don’t have to deal with them anymore, not when you’ve got a secret weapon.” He winked, his gaze lingering on Adrian’s trembling lip. “I’ve got a proposition for you, Adrian. Something… extraordinary. A way to change the game. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before, and I think it could help you with more than just your quantum computer.”

He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against Adrian’s cheek. “Let’s just say I’ve made some… modifications to myself,” he continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. His eyes darted around the library before he lowered his voice. “I’ve got these little helpers—nanotechnology bots. They can alter your body in ways you never thought possible. No more bullies, no more hiding behind your books.” He flexed his arm, the veins snaking across his forearm like rivers of power. “They’ve turned me into this,” he said, gesturing to his transformed physique. “And I want to help you, Adrian.”

Adrian’s eyes widened, his imagination racing. “That… that’s incredible,” he stammered, trying to process what Vincent was offering. He glanced down at his own body, feeling a pang of inadequacy. “But what do you get out of it? Why me?”

Vincent’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for fellow nerds,” he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve seen how the world treats us, and I want to even the playing field.” He leaned in closer, his hand resting gently on Adrian’s shoulder. “And I can tell you’ve got a spark in you, Adrian. You just need a push in the right direction.” His grip was firm but not painful, his touch grounding. “Imagine, no more hiding in the shadows, no more fear. With these nanobots, you could become the envy of everyone—especially those jocks who think they’re better than us.”

Adrian’s thoughts swirled with skepticism and hope. He’d heard of steroids and their side effects, but if what Vincent was saying was true, this could be his ticket out of the nerd stereotype. He looked up at the towering figure before him, the man who had once been in his shoes, and saw sincerity in his eyes. “But how can I trust you?”

“You don’t have to trust me blindly,” Vincent replied, his voice soothing. “Think of it as a… trial run. If it doesn’t work out, you can just tell everyone it was a crazy rumor.” He winked again, his hand still resting on Adrian’s shoulder. “But I can guarantee, you won’t be disappointed.” He glanced around the library, ensuring no one was close enough to overhear. “And as for what I want, I just want to see someone else experience the power and confidence these little guys have given me.”

Vincent paused, his expression turning serious. “Now, here’s the thing,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “The beauty of these nanobots is that they transfer through bodily fluids.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the armrest. “And the best way to introduce them to your system is through… intimate contact.”

Adrian’s face flushed crimson, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his textbook. “Vincent, I’m… I’m flattered by your offer,” he stammered, his voice shaking slightly. “But I’m straight. I’m not sure if this is something I can… do.”

Vincent nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I understand,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “But this isn’t about attraction, Adrian. It’s about transformation. About unlocking the potential inside you.” He leaned forward again, his gaze intense. “Think about it. This could be your chance to rewrite the rules, to step into a version of yourself you’ve only dreamed of.”

Adrian swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of Vincent’s words hung in the air, heavy with possibility.

As Adrian pondered over Vincent's proposal, the air grew thick with anticipation. The very thought of it sent a shiver down his spine, a cocktail of excitement and apprehension. The allure of unbridled power, the kind that could make anyone's jaw drop in awe, was a temptation too potent to ignore. Yet, the implications were vast, like the uncharted expanses of the universe, filled with questions and doubt. Vincent had given him the ultimate gift, four weeks to mull over the decision that could change his life forever.

Vincent had always been an enigma, a man of mystery with a smile that could charm the stars out of the sky. His eyes, deep pools of emerald, held secrets that seemed to speak of strengths beyond the mortal realm. Now, as he awaited Adrian's response, he knew he had to be patient. The transformation was a gradual process, a meticulous dance of biological alchemy that couldn't be rushed.

During those four weeks, Vincent had devoted himself to his workout regimen with a fervor that would put the most dedicated of gym rats to shame. Each day, the mirror reflected a man more god-like than the last. His body grew at a rate that defied belief, his muscles bulging out of his clothes like they were trying to escape their fabric prisons. His arms looked like they could crush boulders with a simple flex, and his legs had taken on the appearance of tree trunks that could topple the mightiest of oaks.

The transformation was a slow burn, a testament to the power of the nanobots coursing through his veins. Each day, they went to work, sculpting his body into a masterpiece that would make even the most seasoned of bodybuilders weep with envy. His shoulders grew wider, his chest a vast plateau of unyielding muscle, and his abs a series of rigid valleys that spoke of unparalleled dedication to his craft. His neck had thickened, becoming a sturdy column that supported his now heavy, chiseled head with ease. His back was a landscape of power, each muscle group distinct and defined, rippling like the waves of the ocean beneath the sun's warm embrace.

But it wasn't just his body that was changing. His cock had also undergone a transformation of its own, growing to a size that was both terrifying and thrilling. It had swollen to a length of 18 centimeters, a girth of 19 centimeters, a behemoth that was more than enough to satisfy any partner's deepest desires. It was a symbol of his burgeoning power, a constant reminder of the change he was undergoing.

Vincent had been meticulous with his measurements, tracking his progress with the enthusiasm of a scientist documenting a new species. His height had shot up to 6'9", making him a towering giant that dwarfed the average man. His weight had ballooned to an astonishing 400 pounds, but not an ounce of it was fat. His body fat percentage had plummeted to a mere 1%, leaving him with a physique that was more akin to a Greek statue than a mere mortal.

The final week of the ultimatum had arrived, and with it came the crescendo of changes. His skin took on a luminous sheen, as if kissed by the light of a thousand suns. The veins on his arms bulged with the pressure of his newfound strength, a testament to the Herculean blood that now flowed through him. His face had become more angular, more masculine, with a jawline so sharp it could cut through the densest of metals.

The conversation with Adrian had been brief but intense. Vincent had laid out the terms, his voice a velvety purr that seemed to resonate with an underlying power. He had promised Adrian a transformation that would make him irresistible to anyone he desired, a force to be reckoned with. All Adrian had to do was come to his place at 4 pm, the moment of truth, and accept the gift that was being offered.

The clock ticked away, each second feeling like an eternity. Vincent was a cocktail of nerves and anticipation, his muscles twitching with the excitement of what was to come. Would Adrian come?

[tomorrowusa]

Musk may have torpedoed the original House bipartisan continuing resolution last week because it would have regulated his business dealings in China.

House Democrats Jim McGovern of Massachusetts and Rosa DeLauro of Connecticut say their Republican colleagues in Congress caved to the demands of Elon Musk, sinking a bipartisan government funding bill that would have regulated U.S. investments in China. Congress passed a separate stopgap funding bill over the weekend, averting a government shutdown. In a series of posts on X, McGovern said more could have been accomplished. The scrapped provision “would have made it easier to keep cutting-edge AI and quantum computing tech — as well as jobs — in America,” he wrote. “But Elon had a problem.” Tesla, run by Musk, is the only foreign automaker to operate a factory in China without a local joint venture. Tesla also built a battery plant down the street from its Shanghai car factory this year, and aims to develop and sell self-driving vehicle technology in China. “His bottom line depends on staying in China’s good graces,” McGovern wrote about Musk. “He wants to build an AI data center there too — which could endanger U.S. security. He’s been bending over backwards to ingratiate himself with Chinese leaders.” SpaceX, Musk’s aerospace and defense contractor, has reportedly withheld its Starlink satellite internet service over Taiwan at the request of Chinese and Russian leaders. Taiwan is a self-ruling democracy that Beijing claims as its territory. Taiwan’s status is one of the biggest flashpoints in U.S.-China relations.

There's an obvious conflict of interest here. Musk doesn't want to offend China because he's worried that it may hurt his bottom line.

Musk contributed $277 million to the Trump campaign and other Republican causes during the 2024 cycle, according to Federal Election Commission filings. Since the election in November, Musk has become a nearly constant presence at Trump’s side, including in meetings with foreign leaders. Trump appointed Musk to co-lead a group that’s not yet formed, but will be tasked with finding ways to cut regulations, personnel and budgets.

At least part of the reason Musk contributed heavily to Trump and other Republicans may be to get them to go soft on China for the sake of his business interests.

[wanderloveshater]

Two smart guys with 80’s tech can only do so much. It took them years to make the portal, one that breaks down everytime it activates.

For Commander Peepers? He can make a portal in a quarter of that time that’s stable.

It wouldn’t break down and would be able to control the excess energy that emits from it.

Peepers is the perfect pawn for Bill. Socially outcast with a crippling insecurity about his height, the desire to be praised and hold power over others, painfully lonely with a brilliant mind- he mirrors Ford in this way. I believe one of the WOY crew members emphasized him being different from the watchdogs.

It’s so easy for Bill; what do we have here? A smart guy who builds evil planet-destroying devices? Handling complex machinery?

He’s got a high IQ- misguided by his adoration for his stupid leader. The need for approval is crippling. So what can we do? Our little song and dance-

Bill’s experience speaks for itself. It would take very little effort, no questioning or anything- kind of boring, really.

Oh and Peepers has just been WAITING for someone to realize his true potential!

It’s all the same with Ford. He wants to feel special. The way Peepers would cling, claw, ride the high of the teensy bit of praise Hater gave him months ago…it makes Bill laugh. Such a sucker. A mathematically talented genius with more weaknesses than anyone can count.

So here we are, Peepers wants power. He wants respect. He wants to be seen. Bill promises Peepers a sense of social validation- to be adored- and eventually feared by his peers, and in extension, the galaxy. In return, Bill wants a portal- instead of spinning it as a “gateway for infinite knowledge of the universe” he can actually be a little more truthful. He’ll tell Peepers it can be used as an unstoppable weapon of destruction, better than what Major Threat had, better than what Lord Dominator had. The Peepers empire- I mean- The Hater empire would conquer the galaxy. Bill can come into this plane and they’ll rule everyone, side by side, Muse by Painter.

It’s a win win! Come on Peepers! Take the deal! When was the last time you played chess with someone that was actually smart enough to compete against you?

Infatuation: We saw how easy it was for Ford to be a Cipherholic. For many others to be. Peepers would unfortunately fall for his flattery. Under the assumption that Peepers is in love with Hater- (idolization if you wish) this prevents him from fully going evil, betraying everyone at once, I think.

But Peepers does get a little tired here and there putting up with Hater’s stupidity. Everyone’s stupidity, actually.

But Bill?

Bill has a lot of knowledge of the universe and intelligence.

Peepers would feel so intellectually stimulated by their conversations- likely about quantum theories, astrophysics, how stupid everyone is. There’s one thing Peepers has going on instead of Ford. Ford isn’t directly malicious or evil (besides the revenge fantasies), but Peepers is. He’d find Bill’s sadistic humor to be funnier than Ford ever did. Bill likes that.

Planting these seeds in Peeper’s brain- like the portal- Peepers would reach worship levels faster than Ford.

“I want to feel tall.”

“I’ll make you feel tall.”

Possession: This one is funny to think about, Bill’s unhinged behavior is exponential. He uses his charisma to gain social approval with the watchdogs and Hater’s favor in Peepers’ body. He probably wouldn’t have to complete all the calculations that Ford needed help with- really the possession is just so Peepers is more likable.

Bill’s feelings: Peepers was the easiest pawn to entrance. Bill finds this rather boring. There’s nothing to sink his teeth into- nothing to tear. Just a hollow puppet. He isn’t weird enough for Bill to enjoy, he seems rather logical and put together. Sure he’s shorter than everyone but was he born with any extra features that makes him an anomaly? But he’s certainly the most efficient puppet, so he’s gotta keep that going.

Peepers would also catch Fiddleford and Ford’s mistakes with the portal’s code.

Sort of like, “Oh haha, whoever did this code is so stupid, have they considered their calculations would blow up the entire room?!”

Bill being Bill, filled with bitterness, would agree in tandem at first. “Haha YEAH my last guy wasn’t up to par!”

Before uh, Peepers gets carried away and Bill’s own complicated feelings about Ford arise.

“Seriously, have you seen this derivative answer?! A traffic cone could have done better-”

“That’s enough”

Ford: I don’t have a set story/timeline for these two in mind, but I would like to imagine Ford’s reaction. Being unable to stop the vicious cycle repeat chokes him. Warning Peepers and all, oh don’t fall for it, he’ll betray you, promise you a galaxy, yadda yadda…

But Peepers only hears that last part.

“My own galaxy…?”

“Yes, he’ll make you ‘one of them’ and promise ultimate power with no law or restrictions- everything you could dream of- but DO NOT fall for it!”

Peepers falls for it. Or rather embarasses himself- Bill does not care for Peepers in this way. He’d never offer this unless it was for gain, so what does Peepers do? Throw himself to Bill and the Henchmaniacs- pleading to be a part of them. All that results from that is being laughed out of the room. Doesn’t help that he's the shortest.

Peepers doesn’t fit in with the watchdogs, or even the crazy weirdos/freaks.

He is truly alone.

[mysticstronomy]

CAN WE ESCAPE THE MILKY WAY??

Blog#480

Saturday, February 15th, 2025.

Welcome back,

Getting out of the galaxy might take an antimatter engine. Future explorers departing the Milky Way will have to boost their spaceship to 0.2 per cent of the speed of light, according to a study of fast-moving stars in our galaxy.

Tilmann Piffl at the Leibniz Institute for Astrophysics in Potsdam, Germany, and his colleagues used the latest data from the Radial Velocity Experiment (RAVE) survey.

The survey uses the Anglo-Australian Observatory‘s 1.2-metre Schmidt telescope in Siding Spring, New South Wales, Australia, to measure the distances to stars and the speeds at which they are moving away or towards us, among other properties.

The latest survey studied about 426,000 stars.

From this survey and a previously published star catalogue, the team selected 90 high-velocity stars whose speeds and positions had been determined most precisely. Some of them are moving at speeds of more than 300 kilometres per second, about one-thousandth of the speed of light.

The team then studied various models of Milky Way-sized spiral galaxies to determine which one best fit the observed stars and their velocities. The most suitable simulated galaxies had masses of about 1.6 trillion suns.

“People used to say it was twice that,” says team member and astronomer Joss Bland-Hawthorn at the University of Sydney in Australia. “It’s not as massive as we thought.”

With the likely mass of the galaxy in hand, the team calculated the escape velocity for objects in the vicinity of our solar system.

To escape the gravitational clutches of our galaxy, a spaceship would need to zoom out of our solar system and hit 537 kilometres per second. For context, a rocket needs to roar off at just 11.2 kilometres per second to escape Earth’s gravity.

Conventional rocket engines would never make it. The chemical rockets that power most spacecraft today would require too much fuel, and even high-tech ion engines – which are efficient enough for long journeys around the solar system – max out at about 15 kilometres per second.

But Bland-Hawthorn speculates that a propulsion system powered by the energy released by combining matter with antimatter could do the trick. The challenge, of course, would be find ways to create and confine large amounts of antimatter. “I know it’s a crazy idea, but if you had lots of matter and lots of antimatter, you could power a spaceship out of the galaxy,” he says.

Originally published on https://www.newscientist.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, February 19th, 2025)

"WHAT IS QUANTUM ENERGY??"

[httpvomitello]

Hi is it possible to have rise Donnie x male reader. For the scenario, Donnie decides to introduce the reader to his family and to April and to Casey. And he is stressed about doing it. The reader likes technology like Donnie and the reader has no family anymore

(Sorry for the spelling mistakes, English is not my first language)

Have a good day ٩( ᐛ )و

Hello, hello! Don't worry, English is not my first language too 🫠. Hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Family Circuits *⁠.⁠✧

Donatello Hamato was not the type to get nervous. He was calm, collected, and logical in all situations. But as he paced back and forth in his lab, his three-fingered hands twisting a wrench absentmindedly, it was clear he was unraveling.

“Okay, Donatello,” he muttered to himself. “You’ve faced mutants, Foot Clan warriors, and apocalyptic scenarios. Introducing Y/N to your family should be child’s play. Easy. Simple.”

But it wasn’t. Because this was you. His boyfriend. The person who understood him better than anyone else. You who shared his love for technology, always eager to test his latest inventions or geek out over a new piece of hardware. You, who had no family left and had found a place in Donnie’s meticulously guarded heart.

And now, it was time for you to meet his family.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you found yourself walking into the Lair for the first time. The place was a chaotic blend of high-tech and homey, with skateboards leaning against walls and arcade games blinking in the background.

Donnie’s brothers were already there, along with April and Casey. The moment you stepped in, all eyes turned to you.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Donnie said, his voice a little too loud. “Y/N, these are my brothers: Leo, Raph, and Mikey.”

Leo stepped forward first. “So, you’re the tech guy Donnie’s always talking about,” he said with a smirk. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you replied, shaking his hand.

Raph was next, giving you a firm but friendly nod. “Good to meet ya, man. Donnie’s lucky to have someone who gets all that tech stuff.”

Then came Mikey, who immediately pulled you into a hug. “Welcome to the fam, dude!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“And these are our friends,” Donnie continued, gesturing to April and Casey.

April gave you a warm smile. “It’s great to meet you. Donnie’s mentioned you a lot.”

Casey, ever the wildcard, punched your arm lightly. “Any friend of Donnie’s is a friend of ours.”

Donnie watched the introductions with a mix of relief and lingering tension. So far, so good.

As the evening went on, you quickly found yourself fitting in. Donnie’s brothers were loud, energetic, and a little overwhelming at times, but they were also incredibly welcoming.

At one point, Leo challenged you to a game of Battle Nexus. You held your own surprisingly well, earning a grudging nod of approval from the blue-clad turtle.

“You’re not bad,” Leo admitted. “For a first-timer.”

Mikey dragged you into the kitchen to help make pizza, while Raph showed you his collection of action figures.

Meanwhile, April and Casey peppered you with questions about your interests and how you and Donnie met.

“Okay, but how do you deal with Donnie’s tech rants?” Casey asked, laughing.

“Oh, I love them,” you said without missing a beat. “I could listen to him talk about quantum mechanics all day.”

Donnie, who had been quietly observing from a distance, felt his heart swell.

Later, after everyone had settled into their respective activities, Donnie pulled you aside.

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice softer. “They like you.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “They’re amazing, Donnie. I can see why you’re so close to them.”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I was... worried. About how this would go. About how you’d feel, meeting them.”

“Donnie,” you said gently, “you don’t have to worry. I’ve never felt more at home.”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly. “You deserve a family, Y/N. And I want you to know... you’re a part of mine now.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his after leaving a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, babe. That means everything to me.”

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Prologue

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Chapter is T, overall fic is E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 420 (nice)

Warnings: questionable science, wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey nonsense

Summary: Marcus Moreno is so, so tired.

A/N: I'm chomping at the bit and scared of becoming irrelevant so I'm dropping this a few days earlier than planned. I know it's short, but really all we're doing here is setting up the fact that I'm about to smash three different character universes together. I'm hoping to release new chapters weekly; I've got quite a bit of this already written.

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Marcus Moreno was having a bad day.

“Explain it to me again,” he grumbles, pinching his nose between thumb and forefinger, the remnants of caffeine from his half-drunk morning coffee long since depleted.

The veneer of patience plastered over the lab-coat-bedecked scientist–who had to be more than twenty years his junior, Jesus Christ–wavers for a split second as he’s asked to explain the phenomenon to the leader of the Heroics for the third time in ten minutes.

“Okay. So. Quantum Wraith detonated the black hole bomb in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue. With me so far?”

“It was contained,” Marcus protests, also for the third time, and also on the verge of his patience slipping.

“Right,” the lab tech nods vehemently. “The explosion was contained, there were no casualties, and the Heroics saved the day again.” 

Marcus ignores the sarcasm in the other man’s tone. “So what, exactly, is the problem?”

“Well, energy has to go somewhere. It can’t just… dissipate. Law of thermodynamics, and all that.”

Right. Thermodynamics. Energy can’t be created or destroyed… or something like that. Marcus struggles to keep up. “So… where did it go?” 

“It opened a time rift.”

“A time rift.”

“Mm-hmm. A rift. In time. And space.”

“And that means–” the Heroic begins confidently, before faltering again. “...What does that mean?”

“I mean, this has never happened before in the history of humanity,” the scientist says rapidly. “We don’t really know what the implications will be long term. This could teach us untold things about the universe as we know it. It could open us up to the idea of wormholes, long distance space travel, the ability to travel faster than the speed of light–” the younger man starts talking faster and faster, pacing the floor and gesturing excitedly.

“Okay, wait–” Marcus tries to interrupt. “What about… what about the short term? What is currently happening,” he says, over-pronouncing the words for emphasis, “at ground zero of this… thing?”

“It appears to have opened up a portal of some sort. A portal to another place. Another time.”

Marcus’s mouth opens, closes, then opens again. “A portal to where? Or… when?”

“Well, we have to consider the fact that there might be multiple parallel universes and that this rift may have opened into another planet, another eon, another universe…” 

“So you don’t know, then,” the Heroic accuses.

“No, uh, actually, I think we do. I mean, there are degrees of certainty to every hypothesis, but we’re pretty sure we have identified both the time and the place."

“Which is…?”

“Ancient Rome.”

[macabremadness]

fiddleford mcgucket is so AUUUUGHFHSHSGFJ like he is crazy he is a silly goose. just a guy from tennessee who knows how to build literally anything and wanted to make tech to improve peoples lives first like mf built the first portable laptop and cell phone and got NO credit. he wanted to make robot legs cuz he didn't wanna walk but imagine if he was able to actually make some as mobility aid anyways i think about that a lot

that one time ford suggested to gather the cute little living minerals to help them lead them out the cave tunnels while fiddleford instead just picked them up and banged them together to relight the lantern and they all just scattered and one bit ford. he's so smart <3

weird cows producing weird milk that might be dangerous for human consumption? fidds fuckin drank that shit straight out the bucket. and i think he took it with him the rest of the way cuz he dramatically spit it out upon seeing cso

hes like a chihuahua to me he just stands there and pathetically shakes but then he also gets really feisty and bites. he canonically growls as an old man

how many gifts has fiddleford given ford at this point? like hes given him an axolotl, handmade gloves, a handmade snow globe, a custom laptop, squash with a human face, essentially his life. "hey what is the universe was a hologram" had the trajectory of his life changed forever. LIKE BEFORE BACKUPSMORE HE NEVER EVEN DRANK COFFEE and then ford is just "oh yeah i gave him like 15 cups or something"

AUGH THE GLOVES AND THE SNOW GLOBE..... "gee ford how come you get TWO presents" says emma may with nothing. LIKE HIM AND FORD HAD SUCH A GREAT CHRISTMAS AFTER THE KRAMPUS THING BUT LIKE I FEEL BAD FOR TATE MAN AND YALL ALREADY KNOW MCGUCKET CARES ABOUT HIS SON SO GODDAMN MUCH

(violently cries)

his ass is NOT afraid to use the memory gun on people like hes made people build the portal and the bunker for free and wiped their memories and hasnt been afraid to wipe ford's too like damn man. hes a little too trigger happy. he also made an entire cult because of it and then forgot he made an entire cult

he made the bunker security room. he decided it would be a good idea to crush intruders to death. not to mention all the destructive robots hes made in his crazy old man era. i love him at his best and his worst your honor

we salute 45th president mcgucket, gave out free robot spiders. and he prevented the entire covid pandemic. it's so funny to me cuz he took over northwest manor first and then the white house. i would be fine if the whole world had one ruler and it was mcgucket and you know he would find a way to turn himself into an immortal robot he will NEVER die

he's married to a racoon. has not even questioned his marriage once. that racoon is tate's step mom and i don't even think he questions it at this point either. we salute first lady of the united states raccoon wife

also give it up for parallel fiddleford!! literally from the canon "everything went right" au. portal wouldn't exist without our fidds and the quantum destabilizer wouldn't exist without parallel fidds give it up for all two canon fiddlefords carrying ford 🙏 anyways where's all the au content of that specific universe—

not to mention mcgucket's entire story arc which i really cannot put into words rn in this dumb post because its so AAUUUGH you feel me?

anyways yeah. this post is absolutely not coherent but i just think fiddleford mcgucket is neat and underrated (and as much as i love fiddauthor/fiddleauthor/fordsquared/fordford/banjoportal/etc. i feel like he's getting stuck solely in shipping LET HIM BE HIS OWN GUY PLEASE). also thank you book of bill for existing because it made me remember gravity falls was a thing i was obsessed with as a kid and looking back at everything as an adult is CRAZYYY

okay peace out love you mcgucket stans

[gamerwoman3d]

A Land Before Time

🔞 An MK1 x Reader 🔞

▸ includes: Liu Kang [mk1 versions] F! Reader◂

Author's Note: This was based on a sex dream that I had, that I feel @genesiswrld SHOULD have had, because Liu Kang is hot but Bi-Han is my squishy. Not saying the dream was wasted on me, just that it was misplaced 😆

Female anatomy used.

Imagine for a moment that this New Era is real, and the existence that you're currently living is also real, and contains the New Era inside it as a game - but you find a technical way through the use of coding and quantum tech, to enter Liu Kang's New Era, “cool world” style, as something of a god/goddess.

Because you live in our shared reality, the one in which the game was created, you can in fact “code” the New Era into anything you like, within reason. But you have to get past the guardian. Liu Kang and Geras are gods there. But here, they are just characters, with Geras also partially functioning as a type of uncrackable password manager/encryption software. You can give your own self all sorts of powers to take into the New Era; but you can't change the core game unless you can get past Geras and Liu Kang.

You would either need their permission, or you'd have to force/brute force them to comply.

You can literally step from our world into the New Era and live there, immortal, with godlike power. And you do that. You use the code and give yourself the boosts you think you'll need to defend yourself if necessary.

Because you have the capacity to travel to any physical point in the timeline, as well as any temporal point in the timeline, you choose something you think will be easy to start. A time with fewer enemies, a time that you wanted to see in your own world, once.

🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞

When you first stepped through the portal into the New Era, the pristine sands beneath your feet were deliciously toasty. You could not help but to remove your footwear and sink your toes into the sand. The air here is pure, and filled with the strange buzz of unseen insects in the distance. The soft swirl of sand in the hourglass before you quieted. Without the hiss of sand, an absence of familiar noises from your past life became distinct; no motorcars, no hum of electronics, no trace of people, and a distinct lack of birdsong.

If you peer into the reflection of the hourglass over Liu Kang’s shoulder, you can see glimpses of early six-limbed proto-vaternians being gently guided into evolution in a neighboring realm. Liu loses his concentration on the sands as he sees you. Nothing devastating happens in the universe in that instance; there is simply a pause in the work.

Liu Kang knows immediately that you are not supposed to be here, standing before him and the hourglass.

He knows because he has not yet created humans.

Outside of the very meticulously kept garden that surrounds the hourglass, dinosaurs still rule this earth. Even birds have yet to grace the planet.

“How are you here? Or perhaps I should ask, are you truly here? Is it possible that even gods can still have dreams, or hallucinations?”

You tell him you are from a timeline before his own. You are older than his entire universe, older than Kronika, than Geras, older than the hourglass. And while you yourself did not create his universe, you were alive at the time it was conceived[1].

You tell him you shared a planet with, and walked among, the beings that created his universe. His universe is based on what your people knew of their own universe. Your feedback may or may not have influenced these creators; but you have some access to their same power of creation, and have come to use the hourglass to enhance his universe for yourself.

You came prepared to fight if necessary. Liu Kang would be very particular over who has access to the hourglass.

You may even fight a few rounds if you're curious to test your code enhancements - at least until he understands that you do have the power to control parts of his universe already, and the power to defeat him if he made it necessary. Through the encounter, he learns that you aren't lying about being from an even older timeline responsible for creating the hourglass.

But whatever it is that you want to change about the New Era, he likely won't let you without a fresh fight. And another fresh fight, and another, for every single little change you think you could want.

“We don't have to fight. We can compromise.”

For Liu Kang, it has been a lonesome existence, living out the creation of the new era in solitude. Geras can offer Liu Kang company in much the same way as an AI Assistant bot can offer a human company. But you know the depths of loneliness must be unbearable for a creator who is utterly alone in the universe across all of time. You know this, because even in your own world, the mythologies of all creator gods often began with the creation of people.

Even the gods of your own reality were so unbearably lonesome that they, in myth, created all of your ancestors, either for companionship or worship.

Your offer of company is accepted graciously, the moment he understands that you won't be withholding your companionship to exchange for the powers of the hourglass. But to settle conflicts over what happens in the hourglass, you both have an idea.

Gambling, games, and wagers. But instead of betting on who will win a physical fight between you both, you gamble on which of you can bring the other the most pleasure.

You're both seated in the zen garden, where the tropical heat has warmed the sand. Sheets of some soft fabrics are laid out in a manner similar to beach towels, allowing you both to walk and sit without burning your thighs or disturbing much of the sand.

He has a very smug “I know I've already won” look on his face the moment you suggested a contest based on sexual pleasure instead of kombat. You might think billions of years of being pent up would give you an advantage over him, but it doesn't; your customized form in this new era was generated anew when you stepped through the portal into his era. This particular body has yet to experience such pleasure at all, and will react, on a neurochemical level, at its most basic “code,” reacting the same as it would if falling in love for the first time. It will, in a nutshell, intoxicate you with want and pleasure, as if you yourself had never experienced it before.

But you didn't realize this. Your overconfidence proved your ignorance.

“You decide the winner. I trust your judgment will be fair. Or at least I don't trust my own judgment call to be unbiased,” you say.

Liu Kang smiles.

“A designated judge will be unnecessary,” he says, "I am certain we will both agree on who has won the challenge.”

He looks off in the distance before continuing.

“I would appreciate it though if we could choose some less intimate positions, at least at first. I'm still not over the grief of losing my dearest friend, and my beloved. I'm not sure how I might react, looking into the face of another, knowing I shall never have these moments with her. It isn't that I don't realize the finality of her destruction; but giving this kind of pleasure to another is a turning point that I may never be ready for.”

You slide closer to him and caress his shoulder, enough for him to feel your inner warmth.

“Grief is made of the same stuff as love. It's just the love-stuff that's leftover with nowhere to go,” you say.

He lays his head on your shoulder, pulls your hand to his cheek and tilts his face into it. Peace painted across the features of his face as he melted into your touch. His relaxation left you with an indescribable euphoria that deepened with each breath.

“Thank you for saying so. I feel more comfortable now, knowing that you understand,” he says.

“And I'm glad you said something. I like it when you tell me what you want. We can do this however you like. After all, this is a kontest for providing pleasure; not receiving it,” you said.

“Buy you will be receiving it,” he gloated, “and I shall be providing as much as you can possibly stand.”

“Ooh,” you teased, “Promises, promises! Hah, I like it. I feel good about you taking the lead, if you would?”

“Of course,” he said.

As he smiled up at the heavens, he closed his eyes and bit his lip. His eyes squeezed hard enough that the apples of his cheeks warped around the outline of his eyes. He took a deep breath that sounded as if he swallowed an antagonistic laugh.

“You aren't allowed to hate me when I show you how easy this is,” he said.

He turned his body towards yours, guided your body into facing away. You removed just enough clothing to feel his touch, to not hinder him from penetrating you if he chose. The fabric that you left over the top of your glistening pussy was delightfully thin and stretchy enough to move to the side in a pinch.

You spread yourself face down across the sheets of fabric. The warm sand below the soft fabric gave way, cushioned your ribs, and pressed its warmth up into your breasts.

He crawled on top. His weight on you pressed you slightly deeper into the fabric-covered sand. The heat and weight of his muscular legs across the backs of your thighs alone was enough to make you crave completion. But then, his clothed erection pressed against the cleft of your pussy until your slit pinched around the thin fabric. He slotted himself into the fold of fabric and held you there, wedged between the hot sand and his heated, immovable body. You squirmed into him, only to discover that you couldn't move if you wanted to, with your legs pinned to the sand.

You turned your face to the side to look over your shoulder at him. He wore a smug expression as he looked down at you.

You could feel your clit throbbing against… the hot sand? or his shaft. You could not tell. Both were equally firm and toasty.

He was hard. Slotted against the fabric, he nudged his erection firmly against you, the head nestling between your folds to swipe against your clit. His breath deepend, you could feel the air from his nostrils against your neck, just below the ear.

Against your back, you could feel his chest expand and cinch with each breath. You were caught in heat, trapped between his muscles and the sand. You liked this, being at his mercy. He rested his chin on your shoulder and huffed, resting his entire weight on you as he hunched. The cock knocking repeatedly against your throbbing clit had you squirming, whining, whimpering as you held your squeals of pleasure in. He ran one hot palm along your side. He caressed and groped your glute before freeing his cock from its cage of fabric. He hooked a finger around the strip of stretchy fabric above your mound and slipped it to the side.

The bare cockhead slipped between the fabric and your clit. Liu Kang let the fabric snap back into place, catching against the bottom of his shaft. Your pleasure built up as he rolled his hips and frotted against you, fucking the gap between your panties and your clit.

You balled your fists, grabbing handfuls of sand through the fabric sheets. He repositioned slightly so that you could feel the wet swiping of his heated cockhead against your clit more intensely. Your fingers came undone from the fabric and all ten digits splayed out in a fan shape as your quiet whimpers suddenly broke into a muffled outcry of pleasure.

His hands found yours. He covered the tops of your hands with his palms and threaded his fingers between yours, gripping each hand with interlaced fingers. You felt the tips of his fingers curl past the webbing between your digits to press against the insides of your palms. He pressed your hands, and his, to the sand, to pin them where he wanted them - where you could push back into him, but not escape. Not that you'd want to.

Your skin tingled anywhere he touched it, and the skin where the pads of his fingers glanced against the inside of your palm, threaded along the webbing of your fingers, was exceptionally sensitive in a way that made you feel safe, loved, cared for deeply, and connected.

The warm weight of his body on yours made you feel safe, while the cock massaged between your pussy lips. His thrusts massaged them open without penetration until you could feel every fiber of yourself unwinding, melting into the sand.

You looked back at him, only to see that he was still gazing at the side of your face, waiting for you to open your eye. His smug, slight smile never left his visage. He squeezed your hands with a pleasant pressure, as if he were wringing them out. You realized in that moment that you were swollen inside, and quivering at the entrance.

Then he stops moving, intentionally. You feel him, all over you, weighing you down, trapping you in the imprint of fabric in the hot sand. You feel your heavy, puffy cunt lips throbbing against his stationary cockhead. You're sensitive as fuck. Even your heartbeat rocks your clit against his cock too much.

He breathes. He breathes out through his nose, his gentle panting breath trickles underneath your ear, down your neck. His chin follows, as he rests it in the crook of your neck with his jaw at your shoulder. His skin just feels like skin, yet you're electrified by it. You're so sensitive in your new form. He could stay like this all day. You cannot. He knows. You know he knows.

You know because when you look at him, his unchanging, stoic “I told you so” smirk is so purposefully calm, that you could consider it antagonistic. Even just this look he gave you had you dripping wet for him, to say nothing of the thick smooth, hot cockhead nestled against your clit, or the warm shaft that your heavy, fevered wet pussy lips spread themselves over. You give a defeated cry of pleasure and gave in. You tap out against the sand, to tell him he's already won, and he responds by firming up his grip on your hands and moving in for the kill. He devours your neck as he nudges your clit around and fucks you, alternating between the two activities until you cum beneath him.

Your orgasm does not slow him down. He slips his cockhead against the fluttering entrance of your cunt and pauses, as if testing something, as if something changed. The slick hole winks against him and he sinks inside to stay.

“You're so creamy after you've cum,” he purred.

His cock feels amazing, warm and firm and deep, exploring inside you. He pressed it past a spot inside you where the pressure feels so good that you feel you might die unless it, that spot in particular, is beat to hell. He pressed past it, but drew back, stroking slower and deliberate against this inner spot. You felt a sudden dying urge to feel him hammer his cock into this weak spot inside you. The change in your whimpers gave you away.

“This little spot right here is particularly velvety,” he said, “it's just gooey… no. Buttery. Right here.”

He let his cockhead glide against the spot in several slow deliberate strokes for emphasis. You groaned brokenly into the sand and bucked back into him. You had chills. You had goosebumps even on the hot sand. He held and pinned your elbows to your sides. Your nipples stood erect beneath you, the tips ground into the fabric as you bucked backward into him. He paused, held you down, let you rock and buck until the fit of passion washed over you, and you could still yourself. He didn't shush you. He just pulled back until his cockhead hovered a hair away from that sweet spot and he waited for you to collect yourself. You caught your shuddering breath, but couldn't look at him without feeling like you might cum again. You looked, and groaned deep. He acknowledged your desperation.

“I'm going to start fucking that velvety, buttery spot now,” he whispered toward your ear, “I do not know when I'll stop.

Scream if you need to. I've yet to create a single person that could hear you.”

His cock pinpointed that part within you that most yearned for it the instant he buried it in you. He pressed himself against it and wrung you out. You felt it as your own cum for him seeped out, dribbled down onto the fabric and soaked through the fabric into the sand.

Every stroke is devastating. You're loud as fuck and no one else can hear it. The skies open up and it rains on the two of you, mostly upon his back. Judging by his gentle moans, the rain itself seems to give him pleasure as the droplets hiss against his back, only to turn into steam. You could swear that you're causing it, that this rain is your rain. Suddenly you are cumming because it is raining, and it is raining because you have cum. When your palms tremble, he re-interlaces his fingers with yours to squeeze your hands in his, wringing you out, wringing out your anxiety, wringing out your pleasure, and possibly wringing out the very act of rain itself from the sky above. You couldn’t explain it, but somehow you knew.

You became the rain. And the rain became you. The rain became a goddess, and the goddess was you. The wetter he made you, the more the world flooded. He had no intention of going easy, but you found yourself clenching, squeezing, sucking him in, working yourself against his body as he worked you apart with his.

“That's it,” he huffed, “now, you're getting it.”

His breath grew ragged.

He said, “Rain.”

You nodded, not fully understanding.

“Rain on me,” he said.

Your eyes widened. He knew. You knew he knew. Rain pummeled your bodies in a deluge as you felt, not just the tension of your body snap, but the tension of your sudden ascent to godhood burst into creation, almost as a miniature version of the big bang. Untold energies from deep within your soul burst forth and spread out in all directions, spreading your power throughout all the realms, both giving you power over all the rains in the entire universe, and giving the entire universe the gift of your rains.

But you couldn't focus on the sensation of becoming a god, as Liu Kang fucked another blinding orgasm from you. This time, his composure cracked, and he came screaming with you in tandem, hot against you, his inner flame temporarily quenched by the deluge of your pleasure. The two of you thrashed against each other with abandon, riding out your pleasure together, before collapsing boneless into the soaked fabric atop the muddying sands.

The rains subsided gradually as the two of you caught your breath. You moved to roll over, and Liu rolled off of you onto his rain-soaked back. He closed his eyes and let the pitter-patter of the rain wash over his body, cooling him, turning to steam in the air around you both. You rolled onto your back beside him, then onto your side to drape yourself around him.

“Wow,” you said between heavy breaths.

“...Yeah,” he replied, still panting.

When you caught enough of your breath to speak full sentences, you could only think to ask one question.

“Did you just make me a fucking rain goddess?” You asked.

He nodded and laughed.

“You didn't think I'd let the first hot sex in my new era be mediocre,” he said.

“Holy fuck though,” you said.

‘Literally?” he teased.

“Okay yeah literally, but I'm starting to think I won that one,” you said.

He just closed his eyes and smiled.

“Okay wise guy, who won?”

He bit his lip and jerked his thumbs towards his chest, gesturing to himself.

“Ugh. You're impossible. Round two!” You demanded.

“You're losing this one too,” he said.

He rolled on top of you and peppered you with kisses. He promised you a second round, and a third - if you survived the second.

But first he needed to check progress in the hourglass. You peered into it with him and saw proto-vaternians in their pre-paleolithic era. A group of them surrounded a cairn, upon which sat a strange skull decorated with stones and feathers. You asked Liu Kang what it was; he told you it was a representation of you. You were the very first art, the very first goddess. You were the first to collect worship and be created in such a manner. You arrived in the new era just in time. The ancestors of the Vaternians had just created and worshiped their first god, which happened now to be you.

Had it not been for your intervention, Liu Kang would have been forced to grant this worship to the one you knew as Rain.

[To be continued.]

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[Need more Liu Kang smut? Check the Choose Your Own Adventure, below!]

[liquid-clear]

Stanley Pines. My favorite antihero. I love him so much.

We have all seen the concept that being in a relationship with a villain is better than a hero. The hero will sacrifice you to save the world versus the villain who will sacrifice the world to save you.

Sanley Pines decides to do that for his Estranged Brother. He decides to risk the entire dimension so that he could get his brother back. His brother who

Stanley assumed hated him.

Had already not spoken to Stanley for 10 years.

upon speaking to him for the first time in 10 years, tries to send Stanley away permanently.

Stanley will always blame himself for losing in the first place. Even tho both times it was an accident.

And to do so Stanley who

has been considered by everybody, including himself, to be "the dumb twin"

was written off by his high school as a FUTURE FAILURE,

was disowned by his family for his mistake,

spends 30 years learning quantum mechanics, welding, circuitry, and numerous other academic/trade fields to bring his brother home. All things that were originally done by Tech Genius Fiddleford McGucket or GT kid Stanford who still had help from a literal actual God/demon. And STANLEY IS SUCCESSFUL.

Stanley SUCCESSFULY fakes his own death to make sure that nobody questions the disappearance of his brother in order to buy himself enough time to get his brother back. He did this so effectively that his own family bought it.

To be incredibly clear, Stanley does become a traditional hero when he sacrifices himself to save the world. But also, Stanley didn't do it to save the world. He did it to save his family, spesificaly his brother, niece and nephew. And he does it by perfectly impersonating the brother that He hasn't known in 40 years. He impersonates him so well that he TRICKS THE LITERAL ACTUAL DEITY THAT HIS BROTHER HAD A RELATIONSHIP WITH. Because as dumb and aloof and unbothered as Stanley Pines tries to appear, he is genuinely one of the smartest and most caring characters in gravity falls. It's just not the book smarts and conventional love that everybody typically looks for. (Stanley censoring himself in front of the kids while also letting them break the law is hilarious and I love him)

This is not to say that Mr mystery did nothing wrong. There are a lot of things that he did wrong and a lot of things that he could have handled better but. That being said he is still my favorite because he is so human and still tries so hard. I don't know, man, there is something super endearing about the amount of effort he puts into his family. He's an incredibly well written character. And listen I understand that 30 years is a long time and if I was Stanford I would be mad but also, but if my supposed screw-up sibling managed to understand and rebuild a portal But I needed help from a literal actual god/demon to create I would be impressed as hell. And Ford only said thank you because he felt obligated to. (Which again is the hero mindset of all sacrifice you to save the world because Ford is sacrificing his relationship with Stanley again to save the world)(and Stanley just wants his brother back so even though Ford doesn't mean the apology Stan still takes it because at least it was said)

I know this comes off anti Ford, which is not how it's intended, I love Ford so much and I'll do a post for him later. (If I remember) I just feel like Stanley is slept on so much for being such a wonderful character. And gahhhhh this show is so good and I love these old men.

[galracreature]

I cant be the only person who's uncomfortable w sh//att right

(This post got really long so I'm putting it under a cut)

it's heavily implied that Matt is around the same age as the paladins- at the oldest, he'd be only a year older than Keith since he was allowed on Kerberos, which would have made him 18- even then there's also real world precedent for teenagers being astronauts (that one girl comes to mind- Alyssa Carson, who graduated from the academy at age 16) so who's to say he isn't the same age as Keith? That'd make him 17 at the time of kerberos.

for crying out loud he has baby fat during kerberos!!!

hell, during the scene where Shiro saves him from fighting in the arena?

we get a good close up and we can see that he definitely has that baby fat!!

compare this to how he looks when pidge finds him, which is probably around 2 years post-kerberos;

his face is thinner and more defined, and his eyes aren't as wide and round; he's grown since he was on kerberos.

Hell, Keith goes through the same thing!! At the beginning of the series he's barely 18 and has a more youthful appearance-

once he's out of the quantum abyss (I hate the timeskip but it's useful for the purposes of this post);

His face is thinner, he's visibly older, and his eyes are even shaped slightly differently to help communicate the fact that he's aged.

Ive seen some people say that the Garrison is a college type program, but let me counter that: there's such thing as high school level career tech programs. In fact, I go to one for culinary arts! It's junior and senior year, the latter of which I'm in right now.

Its not too far fetched to think the Garrison might be similar, and could even start at the beginning of high school and extend several years out of high school as well.

In conclusion, Matt is absolutely not anywhere close to Shiro's age, there's just no way. I've even seen people depict him as the same age as Shiro, which just does not!! Compute!!

(Ship name censored because people searching for content of the ship probably don't wanna see my post abt how I don't like it)

edit: hey nobody harass anybody over this post please. i wanted to post my opinion and the fact that i personally believe that the show has evidence to suggest that matt is way younger than people portray him as/think he is. this is not an invitation to go out and harass people. what the hell

[transformers-mosaic]

Beast Wars: Second Chances - The Covers

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Cover A - Daniel Olsén Covers B & C - Seb Quickstrike - Ed Pirrie Depth Charge - Loke Mei Yin Snarl vs Terrorsaur - James Ferrand Waspinator - Jeremy Tiongson Dinobot sketch - Matt Frank

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wada sez: Okay, this one was as much a surprise to me as it is to you. Prolific Mosaic contributor Mike Priest asked me if I had any plans to archive Beast Wars: Second Chances, a full-length comic he originally pitched in a similar vein to War Journal and Spotlight: Stunticons. As nearly all the writers and artists who worked on this one were also Mosaic contributors, and I’ve always felt like there weren’t enough Beast Wars strips in Mosaic, and because Mike asked nicely, I couldn’t say no! Thanks to Mike’s involvement, I’ve got the original scripts and his original story treatment, titled Beast Wars: Beyond, which you can read below—although the final story ended up wildly different, if you want to read along without any spoilers whatsoever, I’d recommend coming back to this post later! It seems that Matt Frank was originally tapped for the project, as he produced a sketch of Dinobot which you can see below, but no further contributions from him ever surfaced.

Okay, this is my initial rough pitch for the story.

Again, anything and everything here is mutable and subject to tweaking and whatever, or downright ignoring and trashing.  I won’t cry.

We start roughly a month or two Earth-time after Primal’s crew left.  The first page should explain this and whatever, and then something akin to “BUT SOMETHING STILL STIRS on this planet!”  Cut to Depthcharge dragging himself out of the surf.

(I’m trying to work AROUND the Mosaic “Eternal”, making it more retroactively tied-in.)

We establish Waspinator as leader of the proto-human tribe, out on a hunt or something with some other humans.  Perhaps some brief proto-human comedy before we hit the nitty-gritty.

We establish Depthcharge wandering around, arguing with himself, totally nuts, screaming at no one in-particular (He’s arguing with Rampage, who only responds through text boxes, so to anyone else, DC looks like a nut).

Waspinator encounters Depthcharge, is initially scared and confused, but decides, what the hey, see what’s up with fishie-bot.  Waspinator honestly is curious/wants to help.

Depthcharge, in a confused, blind rage, grabs Waspinator and viciously beats him near to death.  And not in a funny, usual-Waspinator way.  He’s pleading, BEGGING for Depthcharge to stop.  I’m talking the reader needs to actually feel really bad for Waspinator; he is an endearing character and kind of our “hero” for this story.

Only when some of Waspinator’s human tribe start hitting Depthcharge with rocks and spears does he snap out of it, and is literally horrified at what’s he done to poor Waspinator. (Rampage is in ecstasy though; this is exactly what he wants to turn Depthcharge into; a killer like Rampage himself).

Depthcharge retreats, transforms to jet mode and flies off, horrified at what he’s become.

The proto-humans can’t do anything to help the dying, whimpering Waspinator.  So they make a stretcher and begin carrying him home.

Only they don’t make it.  Something attacks and kills them; Waspinator is too weak to help them.  And it takes Waspinator’s remains.  (Hints of a giant metal spider, perhaps in this sequence)

We establish Tarantulas.  Or rather an AI program that approximates Tarantulas’ personality and goals.  It is housed in a sub-level of Tarantulas’ former lair.  He “lives” through his Steel Tech proxy body, the (black and grey Transmetal Tarantulas), but he cannot particularly control it too well/or it really is just a poor substitute for a sparked body.

Tarantulas has a blank stasis pod that was affected by the Quantum Surge.  He plugs Waspinator’s spark into it.  And Transmetal Waspinator is born.  Waspinator comes back online strapped to a table, with the Steel Tech drone working on him (And Tarantulas’ face on a computer screen, establishing that he really is housed in his lair’s “hard drive”)

Tarantulas explains that he still has to accomplish the Tripredacus Council’s goals, even after death, and Waspinator is one of his new tools.

Faux-Tarantulas ALSO reveals that he has the bodies of Scorponok and Terrorsaur (both Transmetalized), which he recovered from the lava pit.  (TM Terrorsaur’s fine, but a new design for Transmetal Scorponok is essential.  NOT the McDonald’s toy design.  Make him larger and bulkier and his third mode should have flight capability- this is important for later)  

Fitting all three with “neural implants” that ensure obedience, Tarantulas explains he will use them to breach the Ark and carry out its destruction (His Steel Tech drone isn’t dexterous or durable enough to fight through the Ark’s automated defenses).

And Waspinator is a test subject.  Tarantulas releases him from his bonds and orders him to obey.  The neural implant holds, and Tarantulas decides to send Waspinator for a test-drive.  Waspinator speeds out of the lair in his new jet mode.

As he travels over the landscape, he is watched by someone new on the ground.  We don’t find out who it is YET.  Just a close up of a wide, toothy grin and an “Interesting”.

Meanwhile Depthcharge is having a nervous breakdown.  Rampage is slowly driving him insane, and Depthcharge starts repeatedly trying to kill himself.  It is MESSED UP, including Depthcharge throwing himself on his own sword, tearing bits off, and such.  But all the damage heals.  Exhausted and pained, Depthcharge suddenly becomes aware of a visitor watching him.

Cue DINOBOT II, standing arrogantly and grinning down on Depthcharge, telling him it won’t work.

Both Depthcharge and Rampage are surprised to see him.  Rampage particularly.

Meanwhile, Waspinator’s test-drive includes going back to his proto-human village and is ordered to raze it to the ground by Tarantulas.  But Waspy surprises Tarantulas (and the audience) by fighting the neural implant and eventually succeeding in burning it out, overcoming Tarantulas’ will by plumbing that can-do never-give-up Waspinator spirit and his genuine affection for the proto-humans.   Tarantulas is surprised by this, but notes he has back-ups anyway, activating Scorponok and Terrorsaur.

Back with Depthcharge and Dinobot, who, of note, acts somewhat uncharacteristically, giving half-answers and grinning a lot.  Rampage begins to suspect something is different or wrong with Dinobot.

Meanwhile, Scorponok and Terrorsaur are both activated and forced into line by the neural implants.  Terrorsaur is still his arrogant self, but Scorponok is more quiet and almost more professional (It’ll be seen/developed that he’s a bit disillusioned that Megatron never saw fit to recover him from the lava pit).  Anyway, as neither of them have any particular strong will to oppose the neural implant, they go to carry out Tarantulas’ orders to attack the Ark.

We establish the VOK, who realize the danger to the time stream is not yet over.  The two that “killed” Tarantulas decide to intervene.  They go to where Tigerhawk died and begin pulling his shattered pieces together with their powers.  (Tigerhawk would be dead, just a zombie shell animated by these Vok and while his body is whole, it is in horrendous shape, missing an optic, generally looking like a terrifying zombie).

Meanwhile Waspinator is speeding along, knowing somehow he has to go back and stop Tarantulas, when he sees Scorponok and Terrorsaur in their new Transmetal vehicle modes, headed in the Ark’s direction, along with Tarantulas‘ Steel Tech proxy body.  Waspinator isn’t particularly positive he can take both of them, even with his new body, so he decides to go look for “crazy fishie-bot” and hopes Depthcharge is somewhat more lucid now.

Back with Depthcharge and Dinobot, Rampage suddenly senses a familiarity between his own spark and Dinobot and realizes Dinobot’s shell is now possessed by STARSCREAM!

Guilty as charged, Dino-Scream shrugs.  He’s been stuck in this time zone for a while and returned to the planet, but everyone’s left now.  So he looked for the Nemesis (Hoping to find something there he can possess without damaging history) and found Dinobot II’s ravaged, sparkless shell.  Possessing that and healing its injuries, Starscream set out for the Ark next.

Before anything can be done, Waspinator finds them, telling them (as best as he can) about Tarantulas’ plan to destroy the Ark and what not.

Depthcharge and Starscream don’t want to be erased from history, so they agree to help (Rampage even finds it interesting).

Faux-Tarantulas, Scorponok and Terrorsaur arrive at the Ark, and the latter two fight their way through Teletraan-1’s automated defenses (which come out of “sleep mode”).  Faux-Tarantulas hangs back.

But by the time they make it through, Waspinator, Dino-Scream, and Depthcharge/Rampage arrive.

We have a three-on-three battle.  Scorponok fights Depthcharge/Rampage (Scorpy’s new Transmetal body is bigger than his old one and almost a match for Depthcharge, even with the new ferocity that Rampage’s presence in his mind gives him).  Scorponok angsts over his abandonment by Megatron while they fight.  Terrorsaur fights the groundbound Starscream/Dinobot II (Starscream grumbles that this body sucks cuz it can’t fly) and manages to actually hold it off, as Starscream is unaccustomed to fighting like this.

Waspinator faces off against the Steel Tech Drone, and despite some initial trepidation, realizes he’s far more powerful now than any drone and takes the faux-Tarantulas down easily once his confidence is up.

Meanwhile, the zombie Vok-possessed Tigerhawk arrives at Tarantulas’s lair, runs roughshod over the meager defenses, and destroys the Tarantulas’ hard drive/AI for good.

This causes the neural implants in Scorponok and Terrorsaur to fail, and they stop fighting now that they are no longer under Tarantulas’ will.

Confused at what is going on, everyone leaves the Ark.  The Vok-possessed zombie Tigerhawk arrives.

First order of business is noticing Dinobot II.  The Vok declare (The Transmetal II clone body) an “abomination” and perversion of their technology. (Starscream’s like “Whoa, wait a minute!”)

The Vok incinerate Dinobot II’s shell in a blast of lightning from Tigerhawk.  We don’t see what happens to Starscream’s spark.

The Vok explain that the constant interference with the timeline has TO STOP, and tells everyone to get the hell off the planet.

Of course, everyone is like “uh, HOW?”

The Vok tells everyone to go into Earth orbit.  They will self-destruct Tigerhawk’s remains, with the release of alien energies ripping a Transwarp wormhole that’ll send everyone back to the right era.

Everyone of course is like “But…how do we get home from the middle of space?”

And the Vok of course are like “We don’t care, you’re going back to your rightful place in history or we’ll just kill you here and dump you there”

So everyone engages flight modes and follows Zombie-Tigerhawk up into space.  They stand back and the Vok do as they promised, detonating Tigerhawk’s shell and making a wormhole.  Everyone flies through in a flash, the Vok take their leave with some end dialogue about cleaning up some more small glitches or whatever.

Everyone arrives in the middle of space, nowheresville.  Depthcharge isn’t hanging with these “Preds” anymore and “Besides, I’ve got enough company as it is”.  He flies off into the nothingness of space, deciding to either find a way to deal with living with Rampage…or destroying them both.

Waspinator and Scorponok get into an argument about which direction Cybertron is, which ends in Waspinator engaging his jet mode and flying off alone.  Scorponok sighs and goes in the opposite direction, asking if Terrorsaur is coming.

Terrorsaur (who hasn’t said a word since they left Earth) just widely grins and unseen to Scorponok, we see the ghost of Starscream possessing Terrorsaur’s frame.  “Sure thing, pal.”  He follows Scorponok.

END.

Notes-

*Inferno and Quickstrike…well, seeing as Quickstrike’s head was hollowed out and made into a mask, I think they’re a little harder to swallow as still alive.

*I kinda tried to do the exact opposite of what the Botcon comics did…bring Tigerhawk back (albeit a Vok-possessed zombie) instead of Tigatron and Airazor.

*When the zombie Tigerhawk destroys the Tarantulas AI core, depending on preference, we can have him say “You last bit of Unicron” or some such, depending if everyone agrees on Tarantulas’s origins.

*I have Starscream possessing Dinobot’s shell and later Terrorsaur, trying to avoid the clichéd possessing of Transmetal Waspinator.

[overlords-au]

Speaking of things like the quantum destabilizer, and Dee using some unicorn hair magic in his tech, is Liam susceptible to unicorn magic? Has Dee had to be careful what tech he uses around Liam with it? Does Liam know what a quantum destabilizer is / that they have one?

yup! one time Liam got pinned down in Dee's workspace when a piece of machinery with unicorn hair fell on top of him while he was looking for a place to nap

[mintyys-blog]

peter parker x fem! stark! reader: under the radar

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff.

Peter Parker had faced many challenges in his young life: fighting alien armies, battling supervillains, and balancing high school with his superhero duties. But nothing compared to the challenge of sneaking around with you—Tony Stark’s daughter.

It wasn’t that your dad hated Peter. On the contrary, he thought Peter was a “good kid.” But when it came to dating you? Tony’s overprotective side came out in full force.

“No boys. Ever,” Tony had declared one evening as he worked in the lab. “Especially not boys in suits. Or boys with spider powers.” You had rolled your eyes, but you knew better than to argue.

That didn’t stop you and Peter, though.

Now, here you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room in the Stark Tower penthouse, eating Chinese takeout with Peter, who had swung over after patrol. You two had perfected the art of secrecy—using hidden elevator routes, hacking FRIDAY to erase security footage, and coordinating your schedules like you were running a covert ops mission.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Peter whispered between bites of lo mein. “I almost had a heart attack when Mr. Stark called me earlier. I thought he knew.”

“What did he say?” you asked, hiding your amused smile.

“He just asked if I could help him calibrate some tech. But I swear, the way he said it… It was like he was testing me.”

You chuckled, leaning closer to steal a bite from Peter’s container. “Relax. He has no idea.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully confident for someone who could lose her dating privileges forever if we get caught.”

“Peter, I’m already 18. Dad can’t ground me forever. Worst case, he just lectures me for a week straight.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who’ll end up on his no-fly list,” Peter muttered, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Just then, the door to your room slid open without warning.

“Hey, kid, have you seen my—” Tony’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the room and saw Peter sitting there, chopsticks frozen in mid-air, with you leaning against him.

You both froze. Time seemed to slow as Tony’s eyes narrowed, scanning the scene.

“Peter.”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaked, scrambling to his feet and nearly tripping over the takeout box. “I was just—uh—helping your daughter! With—uh—homework!”

Tony crossed his arms, giving Peter the patented Stark glare. “Homework. Right. Because I’m sure quantum mechanics requires Chinese food and sitting suspiciously close.”

“I can explain!” you cut in, standing up and putting yourself between Peter and your dad.

“Oh, I’m all ears,” Tony said, his tone deceptively calm. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you two have been sneaking around behind my back.”

Peter’s face turned an impressive shade of red. “I-I wasn’t—”

“Dad, stop!” you interrupted, exasperated. “Peter and I are dating, okay? And we didn’t tell you because you’d overreact—like you’re doing right now!”

Tony stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’re right. I’m overreacting.”

“Wait… really?” you and Peter said in unison. This was new. Was that really your dad? The same one that forbids you from dating? That freaked out when a sophomore asked you out in your freshman year.

“Yes, really,” Tony replied, giving Peter a pointed look. “But don’t think for a second I’m happy about this. Parker, you hurt her, and you’ll wish Thanos snapped you out of existence. Got it?”

Peter nodded so fast you thought his neck might snap. “Got it. Absolutely. Sir.”

Tony turned back to you, his expression softening. “And you—you could’ve just told me. I don’t like it, but I trust you. And… I guess Parker’s not the worst choice. At least he’s already terrified of me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Peter into a quick hug. “Thanks, Dad.”

Tony grumbled something about needing a drink and left the room, leaving you and Peter standing in stunned silence.

“Well, that was terrifying,” Peter whispered, glancing at the now-closed door.

You turned to him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “See? I told you he’d come around.”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, relief washing over his face. “I don’t know how you’re so calm right now. My heart’s still racing.”

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Maybe this will help.”

Before Peter could respond, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. His hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer as he melted into the kiss. For a moment, everything else—your dad, the secrecy, the nerves—faded away, leaving just the two of you.

When you finally pulled back, Peter’s cheeks were flushed, and he had the dopiest grin on his face.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft. “That definitely helped.”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “Told you.”

And for the first time in weeks, you both felt like you could finally breathe.

[conceptofjoy]

17776 Au idea below

Immortal Dirk would be a miserable man. It’s like he just kept waiting and waiting for SOMETHING his whole life, and it just never got to him. He can’t die respected or acknowledged like he thought he would get to be so he keeps living as nothing.

He was happy to work at NASA, he worked hard for his career. When the immortal thing happened, he was part of the lucrative team of scientists that did everything they could to research the reasoning of it and then after, he worked on making everything run smoothly for humanity. Then it just. Teetered off.

He and Roxy made a pact to check up on each other every other year. Then five years, then ten. They would drag each other out of their respective spirals, but Roxy broke out of the pattern. Dirk did not. He refused to reach out to her every time it happened. Roxy doesn’t want to be caught in the past by Dirk who is unwilling to get better. Lord knows she tried everything, but he has to wake the fuck up. If Dirk gave her a call ONCE, she would welcome him with open arms.

Once upon a time, he strictly followed an image of masculinity. He carried Cal around, worked his 9-5 (and more) without fuss, and he was PROUD of it. When the evolution of societal norms left him in the dust, he was shaken. He calls himself a man but he doesn’t know what that means. His self doubt runs deep, and the doubt is the reason why he ends up deeming himself not worthy of self care. He lets his hair grow exceedingly long, doesn’t shower as much as he’d like to, doesn’t eat beyond what the nanobots give him, he does the bare minimum to survive. He hasn’t left his apartment in decades, and frankly, he's afraid to leave.

==> Enter Hal. He’s New Horizons. I was going to choose Mars Odyssey, but the Hal thing would then not be something he chose. There’s a probe called MUSE and Roman which could be the cherubs, but I think they could also be non-probe tech that gained sentience. 

It’s something Dirk had done, he had developed a special interest for New Horizons. Roxy shared with him different files that NH had made, since it had become somewhat of a special interest. As the years went by and NASA tech wasnt so heavily guarded, she had given him access to the probe as like, a semi live feed. There wasn’t a ton to watch obviously, but he enjoyed scrolling through the data that it sent back. He became overzealous though, poking around in the software, he developed a rudimentary AI like it was one of his bots. Now instead of just inputting a command to receive data, he was able to actually converse with NH to get them as well as have conversations about the findings. He was eventually caught and reprimanded, but in the greater scale of things happening in the world, it wasn’t too bad, I guess? He became part of a team to develop other AI for the public to talk to because it’s VERY important to encourage hobbies or new careers in an environment like this. He helped draw out some plans, but didn’t actually work on other AIs because, creating varied ‘fake’ personalities didn’t appeal to him.

That AI became the basis of the ego that NH formed. Thus Hal came to be. It’s also the reason why he immediately seeked out Dirk to shake all the answers he could from him. He absolutely caught Dirk’s attention, his speech patterns being familiar to him, he set up the quantum messaging immediately. Hal here doesn’t aaaactually have his memories, but his “inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, and personality are pretty damn indistinguishable from DS's native neurological responses”.

They talk for a while, and then Dirk literally fucking passes out because that’s like the most his body has done for years. Hal is like oh shit did I do that??? And feels guilty so he texts Roxy. She’s HYPED that he’s a sentient probe too like another one she chats with, but becomes wistful because of how much Hal reminds her of Dirk. Hal is surprised that they don’t talk until he isn’t. Hal is two seconds into awareness and is already plotting shit. He doesn’t want Roxy to deal with his issues again, so elects to help him by hacking into one of the bots he’s made. They’re like all mirrors of his younger bro-ish self but in various levels of damage because he’s just a fucked up dude. It’s also the reason why none of his bots gained sentience, all too broken internally to do so. He couldn’t touch NH because it technically didn’t belong to him.

Hal is pre-disillusioned Dirk. He gets that he has a fuck ton of illnesses and neurosis unchecked, but like he could have never guessed as to why he fell THIS hard. Why he stopped taking his fucking testosterone too? Bc he’s like always strived to atain this ‘peak’ level of masculinity. It takes a while for Hal to mentally be on the same page as him bc of that dissonance. It’s what Hal does in the au, he takes it upon himself to be his therapist (bro doe NOT know what he’s doing) and helps him recover as well as reaches out to his old friends to see if they’d like to talk to him again. Dirk’s fuckin terrified by the idea, but it goes slowly. Jane’s up first, then Jake and Roxy.

Dirk also confronts Hal about his own anxieties about being alone. He’s one of the pinnacles for pre-immortal earth, but does he feel obsolete? He is also unable to die a hero, immortal until… Well I guess forever. Earth will move on without him, and he’ll stay frozen like a prehistoric bug trapped in amber. Both of them are dissociated from greater society.