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[alchemaxed]

@bigshot // Cont !

Is this what the Stars wanted when they limited his portals? For him to get accosted on the sidewalk by something even stranger than he is, trapped without a single hole of escape?

(He technically still has several spots at his disposal, but why should he have to waste one on something like this?)

"C'mon, man," he whines again, stutter-stepping this way and that as the smaller anomaly(?) cuts him off again and again. This is ridiculous. Maybe Spot should just try stepping over him...?

"Uhuh. Yeah. Real, uh, handy. ...how are you even talking like that, by the way?" It's weird. This whole situation is weird. Why does this sort of thing always happen to John?

He's just begun to consider using up one of his remaining portals to send his problem far, far away, when the stranger lands on the magic word:

"Employment?"

"Yes, actually! I'm a little strapped for cash-- dust, I guess-- at the moment. Haha. Wouldn't you know it, they bring you here and don't even set you up with a, y'know, a-- a job, or--! ...you want me? You wanna hire me?"

It makes sense that the only person willing to give him a chance anymore is someone like this, but he can't be choosy-- not when he's living somewhere that seems to rely exclusively on digital currency, making stealing to survive a heck of a lot harder than it was in NYC. Not that he was particularly successful there, either.

"What were you saying before? I wasn't really paying attention. You want to pay me for my holes?"

[codexvmbra]

"Hell if I know. Call someone, perhaps? It is supposed to be a phone, is it not?"

Who would Maxwell even call...?

"I've been told I can pay with it, among other things." So far, everyone's been gracious enough to handle that process for him when he's wanted to make a purchase.

"I suppose the first step would be to understand what it is actually used for. You have one, too, yes?"

"What're you trying to do?" Brad's not the most social, and generally doesn't care about others, but...

He can emphasize with a fellow grumpy old man.

[rhapsoddity]

IMPULSE BE UPON YE

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Secret Santa gift for @aestheticallynotdeerlightful 💕

[verso-abstracto]

No quiero dejarte ir, pero en este momento no puedo ofrecerte felicidad. Juro que, en cuanto pueda, volveré por ti.

-Pattinson_v

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again!!! 💖

Bringing back Thunderbirds' Tin-Tin Kyrano for a cute outfit swap because I love her. Her pets sure are colder, scalier and snappier than Snowy! 🐊🐶

[alchemaxed]

Spot starts, whirling around to face the stranger who, apparently, has overheard him encouraging himself aloud to dive head-first into the abyss. Spot can only assume that this person-- some sort of very, very impressive-looking knight-- is from a reality in which the idea of interdimensional travel is still centuries or millennia away from being thought up. To this man, being yoinked from his homeworld must have felt like crossing the threshold of life and death; after all, what else could he mean by die "again"?

"You expect me to believe they put a burger place at the bottom of that?" is what John says first, then: "Why, uh... why are you still wearing your armor?" This guy's clearly been here a while, right? Surely long enough to procure a less conspicuous outfit, at least.

Distracted from the pit of indeterminate lethality by the novelty of this stranger, Spot leans toward him instead, lifting one hand as though considering whether to reach out to poke the other man.

Gabriel would know Minos by sight anywhere—it's not like there are that many slightly translucent, white-bodied guys with holes for faces running around. His heart drops as he rushes to the center of the city, unsure what the Prime Soul would have to say to him—in hatred or anger, or in peace…?

It takes him a moment to realize the voice is coming from the hole-person. Not Minos. It's not Minos. It's such intense whiplash that he has to stop briefly to reorient himself. He knows newcomers to this place are stripped of their abilities, but centuries of habit (and knowing the distaste Hell's denizens often have for angels) mean he can't help but approach the unfamiliar Prime Soul (?) cautiously.

Gabriel clears his throat.

"Eager to die again so soon?" he says, eyeing the newcomer with trepidation. "They do resurrect you, so you could hardly call it an afterlife. It's not too interesting, all told. There's a nice burger place down there." Gabriel leans over the side as well. "…if you eat, I mean." His own cross-faced helmet doesn't betray if he means it as a joke or not.

[hjansetv]

How we feeling about my new Uzi, N and V designs? :3

[officialrailscales]

Two-Tone Thursday Loadout 🎨

RSBM-P | OD Green

HTP MLOK Scales | Honeycomb Texture | OD Green

HTP MLOK Scales | Honeycomb Texture | Black

QDX Sling Mount | Carbon Black

CSMR Button | Apex Style | Carbon Black

- RS

[alchemaxed]

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Spot asks, regretting his words as soon as they're out of his face-hole. He sounds so pathetic. He sounds as though the basic dignity of being listened to is something new and foreign, and although that's not altogether inaccurate, it's still embarrassing to admit.

"As a villain, I mean," he quickly amends. "You're a Spider-Man, aren't you supposed to do something about me? Not that I'm complaining!"

Spot himself is in no rush to trade blows with this latest spider-guy. This one isn't his Spider-Man, and Spot's already tried and failed to brush up on his skills against the first spider he's met here. At this point, he kind of just wants to be left alone to test the new limitations of his abilities in peace.

...but sharing pastries with Spider-Man outside the cafe Spot had been casing out isn't so bad, either.

@thwipthwipgo // starter call.

[14carrotghoul]

I have one coworker that is quietly pro trump in the gross Christian nationalist way and everyone else here is chill, and this morning as we were talking about a weird snag filing our company's taxes and making fun of the IRS, he said something like "This is why we become conservative, CARROT" when I wasn't even in the main area everyone was talking in. I was just typing in my office like oooh good one bud, truly sincerely hope your kids don't get measles bc of your bad choices

But now that he's out of the office for the afternoon, someone else (unprompted) was like that was WEIRD what he said earlier right?

[inbabylontheywept]

A Short Essay on Signal Reflections

The essay nobody asked for, but I've been reading about for around a week, and now can explain very easily and intuitively.

When electricity flows from a region with low impedance to a region with high impedance, a reflection of the signal passes back up the cable towards the source. This tends to make the most intuitive sense to people - after all, the high impedance region is easy to imagine as a traffic jam, and the ripple going up the line is just all the electrons having to slam their brakes. We've seen this before.

However, you get an identical ripple when going from a region with high impedance to a region with low impedance, which kind of mangles that analogy. You don't see traffic jams in regions where the speed limit goes up, just in places where it goes down.

And so for that, we're going to have to break the signal into two parts.

V=IR is bread and butter, but nobody accounts for those in time. Everyone does DC steady state analysis, and this is slightly weirder. So in a line with low impedance to high, you just look at how much V (voltage) you need to push the same amount of current (I). Since R is getting bigger, you now run out of voltage before you run out of current. So all the voltage gets used up, some of the current gets used up, and the current that no longer has enough voltage to get pushed forward can't enter the new material and thus bounces backwards up the line. The reverse happens with high to low. You now run out of current (I) before you run out of voltage (V) because R got smaller and energy must be conserved, so you get a voltage wave that bounces up the line. So any time R changes you have too much of either current or voltage and the extra gets sent back.

There are some weird implications to this! For example, a zero impedance ground would actually be hella noisy because it would accept 100% of the current into it, but reflect the entire voltage signal back. And an infinite impedance ground would eat the entire voltage field, but reflect 100% of the current back. An ideal ground for low noise needs to have the same impedance as the node its attached to.

[alchemaxed]

The angel hadn't lied; this place and its keepers have done a number on Spot's abilities. ...and just when he had been getting the hang of them, too. It's so unfair.

Short-range portals seem to be working just fine (as long as he doesn't try to use too many in a day), but all inter-dimensional travel seems to have been blocked. As any good scientist would, Spot has begun experimenting with range and size, testing the Star-imposed limits to his abilities. His research has been chugging along nicely, although his lack of familiarity with Radial Island as a whole means that sending holes beyond his field of vision has the potential to lead to some unexpected situations.

"Whoopsie," he says, more to himself than to the young man who's just fallen through Spot's latest hole.

"What was that? Sixty miles? Sixty-five...?" Ohnn scribbles something down on a small notepad before he finally looks up and acknowledges his the victim of his accidental kidnapping.

"Sorry. Let's just... pop you right back in there..." The portal fluctuates and fizzles, closing in on itself with a quiet poit!.

Double-whoopsie.

"...okay, that was definitely my fault. You're not hurt, though, right? Of course you're not! ...haha... hah."

"I'd buy you a train ticket back, but I'm fresh out of Dust, wouldn't you know it...!"

"All the Answers Can Be Found in the Field"

Camera ready. Eye peeled. And not an inch of red hair out in the open for someone to spot, and come after him for. Badou’s been doing this a long time, longer here in this city. And the little groups of thugs around here, selling and dealing, that’s all the same too. 

This is just a normal day. They’re discussing something, and Badou’s eating that crap up, smirking to himself as he writes notes, too.

And then a hole opens up in the freaking floor– and the day is no longer normal.

“The fuck–” 

@alchemaxed​

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Grief

Sometimes it hurts to see people post art commissions. I’m happy for them but in pain that I’ll never see my character rendered by Moya again. I wish had every oc done. I’m so lucky I got 2 I’m so lucky I got doodles and requests and squiggles and got to see their art at all.

[laltyxd]

FransMonthly: Cuddles

Esp: Holaa mi querida comunidad frans :D! Este es mi primer post acá en tumblr y espero que les guste :]

Ing: Helloo my dear frans comunity :D! This is my first post on tumblr and i hope you guys like it :]

@frans-monthly

(this counts as cuddles right? I hope)

[alchemaxed]

Spot still has mixed feelings about his Spiramonster. On the one hand, the creature's pathetic personality and less-than-attractive appearance does nothing to boost Ohnn's already-fragile sense of self-worth. On the other hand... he's kind of grown attached to the little guy. The worm is affectionate and cuddly (which has taken some getting used to), and is probably the only other creature in existence that shares Spot's strange connection with the fabric of spacetime. It's hard not to be a little fond of the thing.

Which is why the sight of his poor Spiramonster being abducted by a huge and very intimidating-looking wolf is enough to make Spot use up one of the precious few portals to which the Stars have allowed him access.

"H-Hey! Stop that!" he calls after the wolf, before popping up out of thin air right next to what appears to be the creature's owner.

"Make your thing put my thing down! You didn't even challenge me to a fight or whatever, that has to be against the rules!"

With an inelegant stumble out of his hole, Spot gestures wildly between the two Spiramonsters and the other man.

...a man who looks unfairly handsome, cool, and well-put-together. No wonder his Spiramonster is this impressive.

Show-off.

So, this thing that had just spontaneously appeared on their back porch the other day has been following him around, and he's just ended up naming it 'Dog' because he's, well, dogshit at coming up with names. Some kid asks him what kind of dog it is and he just awkwardly says that it's a wolf. But wolves are dogs, right? Sort of.

This one just happens to breathe fire and smoke and is the size of a horse.

He's considering the pros and cons of trying to put a harness on this fucking thing when it suddenly picks up its pace, trotting through the crowd of people that give it a wide berth regardless.

It jumps on— something. Wolfwood doesn't know what until it turns around with some fucking thing in its jaws, this wriggly white worm-looking creature covered in black spots. Not holding it hard enough to cause harm, really, but it's probably not comfortable, and he doesn't... want to be on the receiving end of some stranger's bitching...

"Agh, Jesus— drop it!"

It does not drop it.

@alchemaxed

[alchemaxed]

@hongjuee || starter call !

Crimson Lane is precisely the sort of place Johnathon would have avoided like the plague before the accident. Dark, dangerous, and full of opportunities he would not have wanted to take, it's about the worst place one could think of to stick a socially awkward physicist who had never thrown a punch in his life.

But he's not that man anymore. He's a villain, now, a real one, and it's about time he learns to mingle with his new crowd.

He strides confidently into one of the dimly-lit entryways tucked against a side-street. He has no idea what sort of building he's entered, but it becomes apparent soon enough when he sees tables of cards and dice filling every available inch of floorspace not taken up by the bar on the far wall. It's a little shocking to see this all occurring out in the open-- he hadn't even been stopped at the door!-- but he supposes that they can afford their indiscretions when there are no policemen or Spider-Men here to stop them.

Yes! This is exactly what he needs! This is real, and raw, and-- and honestly a little gross, with all the smoke in the air and spilled alcohol on the floor. But this is where the real worst of the worst hang out, so John ignores the lingering stares of patrons as he passes them and sits himself down at an empty seat near the back.

He's not wearing any sort of disguise. He's past that now, powerful enough to meet the derision of strangers with something far worse. Still, he feels a twinge of self-consciousness once he's actually seated, staring face-to-face-hole with a rather intimidating-looking man with all the dark, luxurious hair and piercing eyes that John now lacks.

Mimicking the sound of clearing his throat, Spot hunches his shoulders and pulls his phone from somewhere to display the Spirazon Wallet app to the table.

"Hey, man, uh... do you have room for one more? I've got Dust and I definitely can't count cards even though it's just keeping track of numbers to help with calculating simple probabilities, I swear."