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hedgiwithapen · 7 months

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Tumblr messed with things so I’m going to send a batch of DHD prompts here: (hedgi: i answered two others elsewhere separately!) Alright, let’s do this one last time. My name is Cisco Ramon. I was bitten by a radioactive spider… (hedgi: Across the spiderverse Cisco fuck yeah) Cisco wanted to go home. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, of course. But Detroit always reminded him of his brother, and Miguel was right: other heroes could keep his world safe. He was the only one who could open gateways to other worlds on request, getting misplaced people back to the dimensions they belonged in. People didn’t tend to last long outside their home earth, no matter where in the web of the multiverse they landed. So he went home sometimes, to sleep, to eat dinner with his father and wait for the sun to go down so the lights on the memorial would come up, to light a candle on Sunday mornings in a half-empty chapel. And then he’d return to the nexus point, the place in the heart of the web, where the rest of the Spiders passed through on their way, keeping the multiverse safe, each line of the web strong and distinct. He’d been bitten by a radioactive spider, escaped from STAR Labs, five years ago. Ever since then, plagued by visions of danger and opening up breaches between worlds--or on the same world-- he’d been Detroit’s one and only Spidervibe.

Mostly, he tried to stay out of the inter-spider-person drama. There was a lot of it. Some of them, especially the ones closer to his age, were cool. Hobie and Gwen had let him chatter about the way spiders--real animal spiders-- reacted to different kinds of music, the way tones and vibrations change the structure of webs. They’d even helped him test the theory. But there were a lot of people, and a lot of random bits of drama and he wanted no part in that. He did his job: feel the vibrations in an accidental breacher, locate the place in the multiverse that rang out the same way, and send them home. He knew it was saving lives, that it was necessary. It was exhausting, too. A new kid was around. Young, maybe a year younger than he’d been when this had started, maybe two. Cisco admired the suit. It had style. Good colors. Most of the Spiders went with reds with some accents in blue or black or purple. Ghost Spider favored white with teal and pink, which suited her. Black as a base was more rare--he’d used it for his own vest, with gold accents and bits of red. It looked good, but made him feel a bit more of an outsider. He already wasn’t a Peter. Like Miguel, like Gwen, like this new kid, Miles. Cisco thought he might like the kid, and got up to introduce himself when he saw Miguel open the holograms. Pulling up an image of the web, the one Cisco’d been working on mapping, and then image of body after body. Just Traumatize the new kid, sure, great idea. Cisco opened his mouth to protest, but then he heard what the kid was saying. “No, I have to save my dad.” And Miguel--who’d comforted him about Armando, who’d shown him how to use his powers to help people-- said no. Cisco froze, watching. That wasn’t right. Everything Miguel said to a caged Miles sounded right, but it rang hollow. Changes were what made the multiverse, not what doomed it. It wasn’t like a paradox in time, it was a branching. “I have to try,” Miles said, and something inside Cisco snapped. Cisco slipped up behind the poor kid, who was still looking up and Miguel and Gwen with broken, kicked kitten eyes. The cage of light was made to keep people in, not out, and it couldn’t dampen the vibrations that sang through the web of all the worlds. He reached out, feeling for Miles’ frequency, and reached for the lines of silk that lay just beyond vision. There was the path home. The blue light blazed as he ripped open a hole under their feet.

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #Cisco Ramon #Vibe #Across the Spiderverse

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kalicofox · 7 years

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Chapter 1 of The Next Seventh Chevron is up on Ao3, now! Go me!

Here, however, is the copy for here, because I’m weird like that.

"So far so good, sir." Sergeant Harriman expertly panned the M.A.L.P. camera from one side to the other, examining what seemed to be the inside of a cave with the air of a man who'd seen the insides of far too many caves through a security camera.

"We've got some movement," he noted, pausing the camera where a shadow had flickered for a moment before stilling again.

"Natives?" General Hammond asked, peering down at the screen.

"Or animals. More likely animals. I’m not seeing any lights or fire." Harriman agreed, and resumed panning across the cave. "There we go. The DHD looks fine."

On screen, the raised pedestal drew closer, then turned as the M.A.L.P. circled around it to get a good look at the buttons.

"Looks clear, sir." Harriman judged a moment later, and Hammond straightened up, looking out the window of the operations room and down into the staging room, meeting Colonel Jack O'Neill's eyes and giving him a short nod before pressing the button to turn on the microphone into the room.

"SG1, you are clear to go. Good luck, people."

The four figures in the room below didn't waste any time, hefting backpacks higher on their shoulders and doing one last weapons check before one by one stepping through a rippling, waterlike curtain of energy.

A moment later, with a rushing sound not unlike a waterfall running backwards, the energy vanished, leaving behind only a ring, standing on edge, with a ramp leading up to it.

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"Oh yeah! Krusty's here too!" Kanami's voice was cheerful, and Shiroe's eyes widened.

"Krusty's what!?"

"He's here! We found him a couple of weeks ago, just wandering in the desert!"

A deep breath.

Another.

"That's- that's really great. We were worried about him." Hopefully his voice didn't shake as much as he thought it had, and he tried to ignore the watery 'He's okay!' from behind him.

Static crackled, and another, unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation. "Teal'c? Major? We've got company, and it doesn't look friendly!"

Shiroe blinked.

What?

"Shiroe?" Kanami's voice was curious, "Who was that? More friends of yours? What did they say?"

"No," Shiroe frowned, "that came over the radio. I don’t know who it was."

"Really? That's so cool!"

"It's not possible," Shiroe corrected, "we're currently using the only radio array in Yamato, and I'm not even sure how we’re reaching China!"

Another burst of static cut through whatever it was that Kanami was about to say, and Shiroe froze, listening.

"Colonel, we ran into hostiles after the third fork. We’re going to have to fall back to the gate. We’ll meet you there."

Shiroe's eyebrows lifted.

Major?

Colonel?

The first voice came crackling through the dish, sharp cracks of noise almost drowning out the shouted request for a status update from the Major.

Shiroe frowned. "That sounds oddly familiar..." he mused, and from Kanami's end of the connection he heard muffled shouting.

"Really?" This time Kanami's voice is more concerned than curious, "What was it?"

Rieze’s voice was strangled when she spoke. “Shiroe, you never played any fps games, did you?”

“No, why?”

“That was gunfire .”

Shiroe startled, almost dropping his staff.

"That's impossible!" He exclaimed, "Guns don't exist on Theldessia!"

"Maybe an Adventurer re-created them?"

Shiroe could almost see the concerned frown on Kanami's face.

“No,” Rieze disagreed, moving forward to stand where her voice would better reach the broadcast array, “It sounded more like an automatic weapon, and that’s really not something that you can just make witho-”

"Sir, we're being pushed back to the gate by humanoid rats! We could really use some backup!"

Shiroe froze.

He had no idea what gate the woman was talking about.

He had no idea where she was.

But.

“Rat-men inflict the plague status effect…” Rieze murmured, her knuckles white around her staff. “And they don’t sound like adventurers.”

"Go on," Kanami's voice was almost gentle, "They need help, right? I'll still be here when you get back!"

"There's no guarantee that the array will continue to function for much longer," Re-gann warned him, glancing up from where he'd been fiddling with the wires that connected the radio array to the odd power pack he'd hauled through the building.

"Then you'll just have to save them quickly!" Kanami said impatiently, "And if we don't get a chance to say goodbye, that's fine! We'll just have to hurry and get to Yamato as fast as we can!"

"Right." two fingers adjusted his glasses, and for a moment he was silent, thinking hard.

"Radios." Shiroe said abruptly, his head coming up with the realization, "That's how we're hearing them; they're using radios too. Short range, more than likely, and military issue, since they're calling each other Colonel and Major. The range on those is..." he paused, then, shook his head, "variable, depending on terrain, but no more than a few kilometres."

"They don't seem to be able to hear one another," Soujiro put in helpfully, and Shiroe nodded.

"Difficult terrain can interfere with the signal, but we're higher up, and using a more powerful array, so we can hear them."

Two steps took him to the door, and for a split second he hesitated, glancing back at the radio array.

"I'll talk to you soon, Kanami," he called, and got a happy laugh and cheer of "Go get 'em!" before he strode out of the room.

"Does anyone remember the nearest location that spawns Rat-men?" he asked the room at large.

"Nakano?" Kitsunesaru ventured, his brow furrowed as he thought. "I think Rat-men spawn there sometimes."

"Some of the areas in the Hero's Mausoleum," Kushi Yatama added, and Soujiro, having followed Shiroe out of the radio room, nodded.

"Shinjuku Underground, too." He added, "Those three are the closest dungeons I know of, though."

Several of the others, all older players, added their assent and Shiroe planted his staff in front of himself, running his fingers over the smoothed wood as he thought.

"Are we going to go help them?" Hien asked, and Shiroe raised his eyebrow at the Wolf Fang, who shrugged. "What? It's not like most of us couldn't hear."

Shiroe sighed, then nodded. "Anyone who wants to help is welcome. Split into three groups, and head out. I, and anyone who wants to come, am going to the Shinjuku Underground Passage. Those of you who were listening, please fill in those who couldn't hear, but do it on the move. From the sound of it those people don't have a lot of time."

And with that, he strode toward the door, his cloak billowing behind him.

To absolutely no one's surprise, a flash of pink heralded Akatsuki teleporting to his side, falling in step with him as though she'd simply walked up. Minori and Tohya were next, and Shiroe glanced at Naotsugu as they passed him. The Guardian gave a barely perceptible nod, and fell in behind the four, pulling his griffon whistle out of his inventory as he went.

"We're going to be moving fast," Shiroe said, his face intent as they stepped through the shattered front doors and out into the bright sunlight, "but I know you all can handle it. It's not going to be quite as hard as the raid we just finished, but there is a chance that we won't make it in time. Those people could already be..."

He trailed off, swallowing uncomfortably.

"It'll be fine." Minori's voice was firm, and when Shiroe glanced down at her from the corner of his eye her face was as stubborn as if she'd just been told that she couldn't be a proper strategist because she was just a healer. And a girl .

(Shiroe had been around the corner when the luckless Guardian from one of the smallest guilds had said that, and the blistering diatribe Minori had unleashed had been worth the teeth marks Shiroe had left in his own hand trying not to laugh.)

“Yeah!” Tohya agreed, his smile full of steely eyed determination, “We’ll be fine, and those people will be fine too!”

Akatsuki huffed in agreement on his other side, and Naotsugu just shoved him gently in between the shoulder blades, rushing him the last couple of steps toward the clear area that would be best for summoning the griffons.

Two whistles, high and clear, soared through the clear air, and Shiroe listened for the returning screech of the griffons before turning toward his guildmates.

“Minori, you’ll be riding with Naotsugu. You’re light enough that it shouldn’t encumber the Griffon. Tohya, you’ll be with me and Akatsuki-”

“We’re coming too!!” Tetora, Isuzu, and Rundelhaus Code darted through the broken doors and across the cracked asphalt, Nyanta strolling along in their wake with his own griffon whistle raised to his lips.

Shiroe blinked, then looked between the seven adventurers and the two griffons that were only just touching down.

Even the griffons looked skeptical.

Right.

“Minori, Tetora, with Naotsugu. Isuzu, Akatsuki, with me. Rundelhaus, go with Chief Nyanta-”

“I’m heading to Nakano, nyan~” the werecat said, swinging up into the saddle of his griffon and pulling Serera to sit in front of him. Henrietta clambered up behind him, only slightly awkwardly, and settled stiffly into the saddle. “Isami and Yuzuko’ll follow, and Rudy can go with them.”

Rudy hesitated for a moment, glancing between Isuzu, Nyanta, and Shiroe, before nodding firmly.

“I won’t let you down, Master Shiroe!”

“Good.” Shiroe waited for a moment, watching as the blond boy trotted over to join the two women, then steeled himself. “Good luck!”

Slim fingers clutched the reins of his griffon tightly for a moment, then Shiroe tapped his heels against the feathered sides of his mount, which leapt into the air with great, surging beats of its wings.

“Why are so many more people coming with us?” Isuzu asked, peering back down at the ground, where a fourth griffon had just landed in front of a group headed by Soujiro.

“The Underground Passage for Shinjuku is huge,” Akatsuki explained, “And we aren’t sure where those people are, if they’re even there. Having more people means we’ll be able to split up if we need to, and move faster because we’ll be beating the monsters faster.”

“Nakano Mall is fairly large as well,” Shiroe added, “But the trick with that dungeon is the layout. It gets really confusing for some people, which is why Nyanta is going; he used to farm there when he first started playing Elder Tales.”

“Ohhh, what’s the other place? The Hero’s Mustang?”

“Mausoleum,” Shiro corrected automatically, “The whole area is a haunted graveyard. Once a year or so there’s an event; The Festival of The New Emperor’s Return. Most of the monsters there are undead, but in a couple of the underground crypts there’s places where Rat-men can spawn.”

“Huh.” Isuzu sat back thoughtfully, “Are we going to have to worry about that?”

Shiroe shrugged, “Maybe. It all depends.”

For a moment the three of them flew in silence, then Isuzu twisted around to get a better look at where Naotsugu’s griffon was flying laboriously after Shiroe’s. “Is that griffon going to be okay?”

Shiroe glanced back, then winced. “I hope so. I don’t think it would have taken off if it was overloaded, but we might have to avoid having Naotsugu summon it for a while, just to let it rest after this.”

Isuzu grinned at that, and at Naotsugu’s imagined reaction to it, then tucked her face close to Shiroe’s back to get her leaking eyes out of the air rushing past her face.

It was only another couple of minutes before the Shiroe saw the ruins of the aboveground part of Shinjuku station and the village that had sprung up in and around them and angled his griffon towards the ground as close as he could get to the entrance he was most familiar with.

The griffon landed with a light thump, and its three passengers dismounted as fast as possible, Shiroe dismissing his mount with a soft ‘thank you’ and a quick beak scratch.

Instead of flying off immediately, however, it waited until Naotsugu, Tetora, and Minori had dismounted, then paced over to Naotsugu’s mount and checked it over concernedly.

Shiroe ignored the byplay, focusing instead on the stairwell that led down into the underground part of the ruined version of Shinjuku Station.

“I always hated coming here.” Akatsuki muttered darkly from beside him, glaring balefully at the dark stairwell, “I had enough of getting lost in the real world.”

Shiroe stifled a snort, and hid his grin behind his hand. He knew exactly what she meant. Even in real life Shinjuku Station was a nightmare to navigate, with stairways that led to floors with no other stairways off, or floors that could only be accessed by elevator. Unless you spent a lot of time there, you could usually count on being hopelessly lost within five minutes. And of course, the Shinjuku Underground Passage had to be sufficiently different from the real world version that no one had an advantage, so there were even more twists and turns and dead ends.

Even though the monsters weren’t too hard to deal with, the Shinjuku Underground Passage was still one of the most hated dungeons on the Yamato server.

“So what’s the plan, Mastermind?” Naotsugu asked, coming to stand next to him and peering down the stairwell.

“We’re going to take this as systematically as we can,” Shiroe said, “keep your eyes open for signs of combat, and whatever you do, don’t attack the Rat-men . They don’t usually attack first unless they’re cornered or you’re a lower level, so as long as we move fast we should be able to get through without being bogged down by fighting everything.”

“Sounds good to me!” Tohya grinned, settling his hand on the hilt of his sword and staring eagerly into the darkness.

“Minori?” Shiroe asked, glancing at her, “Tetora? Last chance to back out.”

Minori scowled up at him, her grip on her staff tightening until her knuckles were white. “I’m staying.” She informed him, and Tetora grinned broadly at him.

“I can’t just sit back and let the opportunity for others to bask in my presence pass by!” She chirped, “There’s no way I’d ever forgive myself!”

Shiroe sighed, smiling fondly, and nodded once.

“All right then. Let’s go.”

#Log Horizon #Stargate SG-1 #fanfiction #writing #my stuffs #I really wanted to get to the epic rescue bit #but I'm really tired and this was as good a stopping point as any

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timclymer · 5 years

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Relation Between Diabetes and Heart Disease

While relating heart disease and diabetes, a renowned Cardiologist from Gurgaon says:

“People having diabetes develop a cardiovascular disease called as ‘diabetic heart disease’ (DHD). When compared to non-diabetics, people having diabetes at a younger age are at higher risk of heart disease.”

This statement applies to both type 1 and 2 patients- both female and male. The increase in blood glucose levels increases the risk. The high glucose level in the blood leads to deposition of fatty materials on inside walls of blood vessels leading to hardening of blood vessels and clogging a condition known as atherosclerosis.

Just like alcohol, smoking, diabetes and high blood cholesterol, diabetes increases the risk of heart attacks. When these elements are combined with different risk factors, like obesity, diabetes causes harmful. Patients with diabetes are less receptive to heart treatment like bypass surgery and angioplasty.

How are Diabetes and Heart Disease Related?

There are four types of heart diseases common in people with diabetes:

1. Ischemic Heart Disease: This is caused by thickening or hardening of walls of the arteries which are blood vessels that carries blood to the heart. Plague gets deposited on the walls of blood vessels and is known as atherosclerosis.

2. Congestive Heart Failure: It happens when a heart is not able to adequately pump the blood to meet the needs of the body. This occurs due to congestive heart failure where the fluid builds up inside the body cells.

3. Cardiomyopathy: This is a situation where the heart muscles get damaged, thereby leading to improper functioning of the heart.

4. Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD): This disease takes place when the blood vessels become narrow in the legs due to blockage by fat deposits resulting in an inadequate blood circulation in the feet and legs. This may lead to amputation of the feet or leg, or even increase the chances of heart attack.

What’s the outlook? – Diabetes and Heart Disease

Patients who have diabetes can reduce their risk of heart diseases by talking with the doctor about any prescribed medicines either for preventing or for controlling the risk factors and by making certain lifestyle changes. Lifestyle changes include eating a healthy diet, physical activity, and stress management.

Take Action

If you are addicted to smoking, it’s time to quit now. Consult with your doctor and talk about it. If you have tried to quit the smoking habit before, it’s not too late. Many people have tried quitting several times before they kick start for a good habit.

Almost every individual with diabetes can benefit by doing more exercise. It keeps your heart healthy and controls the sugar level in your blood. Even a brisk walking daily for 20 minutes is fruitful. So there is no need of a gym anymore.

If you are an inactive individual, ask your doctor on how to get started. Your doctor will let you know what is safe for you to do.

Most of the diabetic patients take medicine to reduce their blood pressure or to improve cholesterol levels. A daily low-dose of aspirin is recommended by the doctor to protect against heart disease.

Be sure to be in touch with your doctor and be regular in your medical checkups. Attend all your appointments and let your doctor know how you are doing. Together you can make up a healthy heart.

Source by Sujish Kandampully

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homesolutionsforev · 5 years

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Relation Between Diabetes and Heart Disease

While relating heart disease and diabetes, a renowned Cardiologist from Gurgaon says:

How are Diabetes and Heart Disease Related?

There are four types of heart diseases common in people with diabetes:

3. Cardiomyopathy: This is a situation where the heart muscles get damaged, thereby leading to improper functioning of the heart.

What’s the outlook? – Diabetes and Heart Disease

Take Action

If you are an inactive individual, ask your doctor on how to get started. Your doctor will let you know what is safe for you to do.

Most of the diabetic patients take medicine to reduce their blood pressure or to improve cholesterol levels. A daily low-dose of aspirin is recommended by the doctor to protect against heart disease.

Be sure to be in touch with your doctor and be regular in your medical checkups. Attend all your appointments and let your doctor know how you are doing. Together you can make up a healthy heart.

Source by Sujish Kandampully

from Home Solutions Forev https://homesolutionsforev.com/relation-between-diabetes-and-heart-disease/ via Home Solutions on WordPress

#Home Solutions Forev

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