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crying-fantasies · 3 months

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Love fantasy

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It all started as a normal cycle, he swears on his spark that it was an innocent and normal cycle.

"I interfaced with one of the humans".

Until it wasn't.

No bot can verify the fact but all are equally flabbergasted at the statement, humans are still a novelty aboard, it has been only a few earth years since they arrived to the starship and while friendships and primitive market of products are normal to see nowadays it still doesn't stop one or two glass cubes from shattering against the floor of Swerve's or the high grade that has gone down the wrong pipe by the mere words formed by Fizzle's vox.

No bot asked, no one even knew, no one really noticed him gone from the ship or when he came back but now they all have their attention at him even when he simply said it to the bot next to him, but gossiping, no matter species, is a big deal among sentient beings.

"You're lying"

"No!", almost sensing the others receptor audials over him he can only try to cover his EMF as close to his frame as possible, spoiler coiled near to his armor in a display of nervousness, "it was- it was out of this world, okay? And- and then she was-"

"It was a human femme?!"

Again, some were at their seats end, some again chocking on their drinks, others feeling their fans activate, everybot has seen for themselves how soft humans are, and even heard from the same humans that some are most soft than others.

Human femmes- er, woman and alike, were supposed to be the peak of softness, even human primitive communication devices (porn and magazines) said so!

"Primus dammit- do you want everybot to hear about it?", oh yes, please say more was something resonating among the processors of the most curious in the theme and the most deviant of them that had also thought of some organic colleagues in such a way, of course, Fizzle didn't had to know, and in some way it was his fault to talk about such a thing like a sparkling sharing secrets in a public area when the Lost Light was so big.

"Okay, okay, go on, what did she do?", there was silence, one that preceded the proton storm while Fizzle's spoiler raised back again in excitement to remember the exchange.

"...she played with my wires and with my spark"

If the two bots didn't know they were being eavesdropped before now they knew after a few bots cracked their glasses full of energon at the mere mention of the interface related activity, making they almost scape even when some bots wanted to keep hearing and asked them to come back, because it was the discovery of the century, well, almost, but it was still of great interest nonetheless for most of them!

"Wow, that was crazy, huh, Roddy?", Drift tries to ignore the other bots still remaining in the bar and their obnoxiously loud fans, hardly covering the growing charge on their EMF and now heated frames trying to seem as undisturbed as possible.

Even Rodimus, who stops as hard as he can his cooling fans, servos being negated of the littlest possibility to even shake at how hard his spark is pulsing, "Uhum".

First of the questions running around his processor is who was it? Fizzle doesn't even have any game going on or perceived by his optics to be able to drag along another mech on his habsuit, let alone a human that knows nothing about interfacing, which get to the next question running wild in circles around his processor: can a human do sparkplay? The idea is impossible but it doesn't stop his imagination where, in fact, it seems more than possible with those little hands and fingers running wild on a bot's spark chamber, he remembers the humans being taught cybetronian medic techniques, how they were so focused in healing illness and it isn't so hard to change the purposes of the delicate and sometimes rough way those little hands made their way around a spark and all the sensitive wiring around.

He ask to himself if the human Fizzle was talking about were to be, by any chance, you.

And he negates it, scratches it, deletes as far as he can any trace of the mere idea of it because it will break his spark in million pieces would be improper in everyway.

It is also improper to remember it when he is next to you while you read a datapad about once living creatures of Cybertron, little finger moving the page once in a while in your hunger for more information that gets his optics focused on the way your eyes move along the light and the glyphs on the screen.

Will your curiosity also extent to other possibilities? He has seen you go "woah" and "ahh" over simple things like the subtle communication between frames with wings and spoilers or the fair quantity of differences of one frame to the other, the image of your face looking with interest whatever you're reading and how you take notes on your personal datapad, little fingers moving along and pressing different places in the sensible screen while showing your obvious interest, your possible awe over his bared spark in front of you.

It's almost too easy, he only needs to change a few things, his open spark chamber is now the source of light reflecting on your eyes, a perfect miniature mirror of your actions as your fingers touch the sensible glass cover of his spark, he can almost feel the electricity driving away to your body to his waiting spark that welcomes it with a tremor as hard as lightning that spreads to his whole frame in electric pleasure, wires tensing at the movement around and all the pressure, trying to make give accomodations to every little electric pulses your body can send to his most sensible component.

"Roddy"

It's way too real, way too hard, and it gets worse when your fingers get replaced with your soft looking lips and tongue, lapping above the connections before sliding to his tensed wires, making a wet trail to his spark while he debates internally in his own fantasy, he is supposed to concentrate, to not come undone or look because he is sure it would be JUST. SO. HOT.

"Rods"

It doesn't even end there, he can hear your voice along it, processor and cooling fans working overtime while he can only focus on the possibility, on the maybe that lingers above, it only takes so little to have you kiss with tongue his spark and he can't take it-

"Rodimus!" Oh, now, that's his designation, the fantasy is shattered in pieces and he soon realizes one of his digits is above his spark chamber, you are looking at him, maybe confused, obviously worried, it's enough to make him let go of the digit between his dentae and feeling his spike depressurize- "why are you so hot?", nevermind.

"... I'm hot?...", a wicked grin blended with happiness is forming on his faceplate as his words trail on slowly, almost as he is tasting it.

"I mean", you correct yourself, you really didn't need to, "heat is coming from your body, are you going flames on again? Are we under attack again?"

"What? Nah, just...", daydreaming about impossibilities, about a weak porn, like humans call it, without basis, heated romance and passion he isn't even sure you share with him, impossibilities that drag his bleeding spark over every movement and word of yours that he clings on with greedy servos, it's so embarrassing and he is sure he'll offline by pure mortification if you ever get a word about his attraction to you just to be faced by any degree of disgust coming from you, "it's getting cold in here, wouldn't want you to freeze those little fingers to dead", he doesn't even offer his servo but it is almost a natural response when he sees you approaching him with fear on your steps by any possibility of being another normal day aboard the Lost Light, he doesn't even stop and let's you settle on his lap like the security protocols indicated.

Fear washes away quickly when you register his words, there is curiosity on your eyes, looking between him and your hands, before finally look at him in the optics again, "Oh, didn't know you heard about the effects of excessive cold on the most distant phalanges, I mean, it's something that only happens while in extreme freezing conditions in harsh environments or controlled ones in closed lab experiments-"

Rodimus really didn't get what you were talking or the whole deal you were explaining to him, but seeing you feel secure next to him, taking seat above him showing the full confidence and trust you put on him while your hands move to explain your point, putting the warm palm against his armor from time to time.

"Everything you touch is bound to fail anyway", harsh words pang among his memory archives while he touches a side of yours to prevent a fall, but he silenced it, preferring the sound of your voice that now was about something called homeostasis.

He wouldn't trade this moment for anything, not when he offers you a digit and you hold it immediately, well, maybe a kiss if you could be generous enough, but he will get there soon, he hopes so.

I totally offer this one to @archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites by their glorious work of overheating and teasing Rodimus, I love it to the moon and back to hear about one of my faves even when he is mentally unstable and runs hot most of the time, it's his own charm, specially their newest works that relate to Roddy so much.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #tf rodimus #rodimus x human reader #rodimus x reader #idw rodimus #rodimus prime #valveplug #sparkplay

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hexjulia · 1 month

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reading more about atomic gardening and this is so much fun. to read about that is. it also seems fun to do, but. you know. anyway:

"The story of these citizen-pioneers of mutagenesis (the technical term for creating genetic change through the application of chemical, physical, and biological agents) is full of fantastic details, from Muriel Howorth’s propagandising ballet-mime, Isotopia, which involved a cast of Knowledge, Electron, Proton, Neutron, Rat, and Cow, as well as a working geiger counter, to Tennessee-based atomic entrepreneur C.J. Speas irradiating trays of seedlings into his backyard bunker.

IMAGE: C.J. Speas giving a tour of his radioactive bunker to high school students, photo by Grey Villet for Life, via Pruned.

Perhaps the most bizarre detail in the interview, however, is the news that these gamma gardens are still in operation, relatively unchanged in design since the 50s, in the grounds of national laboratories today. Their circular form, which, as Johnson notes, bears more than a passing resemblance to the atomic danger symbol, “was simply based upon the need to arrange the plants in concentric circles around the radiation source which stood like a totem in the center of the field.”

It was basically a slug of radioactive material within a pole; when workers needed to enter the field it was lowered below ground into a lead lined chamber. There were a series of fences and alarms to keep people from entering the field when the source was above ground. The amount of radiation received by the plants naturally varied according to how close they were to the pole. So usually a single variety would be arranged as a ‘wedge’ leading away from the pole, so that the effects of a range of radiation levels could be evaluated. Most of the plants close to the pole simply died. A little further away, they would be so genetically altered that they were riddled with tumors and other growth abnormalities. It was generally the rows where the plants ‘looked’ normal, but still had genetic alterations, that were of the most interest, that were ‘just right’ as far as mutation breeding was concerned!

Over at GOOD, Peter Smith recently described a similar layout at the still-active Institute of Radiation Breeding, in Hitachiohmiya, Japan, which has “has a 88.8 Terabecquerel Cobalt-60 source, ringed by a 3,608-foot radius Gamma field (the world’s largest), and a 28-foot high shield dike around the perimeter.”

IMAGE: A gamma garden at Brookhaven National Labs, New York, c. 1958; image provided by Paige Johnson, via Pruned.

IMAGE: Aerial view of the Institute of Radiation Breeding, Hitachiohmiya, Japan.

As it turns out, far from being a fantastic fossil from the future that never was, along with jetpacks and flying cars, atomic gardening is alive and well today. According to a 2007 New York Times story, which quotes Dr. Pierre Lagoda, head of plant breeding and genetics at the International Atomic Energy Agency, radiation breeding is actually experiencing a renaissance, due to the introduction of “new methods that speed up the identification of mutants.”

IMAGE: Mutant crop varieties mapped by The New York Times.

What’s more, the Times adds, nearly 2,000 gamma radiation-induced mutant crop varieties have been registered around the world, including Calrose 76, a dwarf varietal that accounts for about half the rice grown in California, and the popular Star Ruby and Rio Red grapefruits, whose deep colour is a mutation produced through radiation breeding in the 1970s. Similarly, Johnson tells Pruned that “most of the global production of mint oil,” with an annual market value estimated at $930 million, is extracted from the “wilt-resistant ‘Todd’s Mitcham’ cultivar, a product of thermal neutron irradiation.” She adds that “the exact nature of the genetic changes that cause it to be wilt-resistant remain unknown.”

IMAGE: “Pierre Lagoda, the head of plant breeding and genetics at the International Atomic Energy Agency, showing mutated plants at a greenhouse in Austria,” photo by Herwig Prammer for The New York Times."

#plants #i want to visit a gamma garden :(

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talonabraxas · 7 months

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Above, in the Divine plane... there is a golden circle and in the center there is a Point,

where the Divine, the origin of everything, is located. From the Point different vibratory

radiations move outwards toward the Cosmos and, surrounding it, in blue tones are,

among other symbols, the Signs of the Zodiac (The Wheel of Life).

When a plant, animal, or human dies, the Vital Life Force leaves it … and then the atoms break down into electrons, protons, and neutrons. In the final phase of disintegration, every atomic sub-particle rejoins the Cosmic Keyboard according to its vibratory nature. Thus, no element participating in the constitution of a living being is actually destroyed in the course of physical decomposition. Its atomic sub-particles merely undergo a transformation and purification that allows them to return to their initial state. Only

appearances lead us to liken death to some kind of destruction, for actuality is entirely different.

El Teclado Cósmico (The Cosmic. Keyboard) (1961) Nicomedes Gómez

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csprslvt · 8 months

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teachers aide pt 2.

Chapter 2

Summary: a peaceful class is ruined

Warnings: mentions of drug use, owen is the worst, foul language

It was almost every day now, that you snuck into Ellie’s dorm smoking your worries away. You never seem to get tired of her chill attitude and calming words when you vented about certain little things that bothered you, and she could never grow tired of you. She thought your complaints were humorous, she laughed and smiled at you adoringly. At this point she wasn't hiding her not so little crush at all, but there was a simple boundary of “Don't ask, don't tell” between the two of you. And so, she was yet to confess. Though she wanted to make her feelings known she felt like it was unrequited, and for certain couldn't handle the heartbreak, especially when she saw you for class almost every day. It would be incredibly awkward to confess, be rejected and then see you as her teacher's aide.

So, she would gladly take whatever she could get, and if that meant being your dealer and totally platonic cuddle buddy, she was okay with it. For now, it was enough.

Abby on the other hand, preened for your attention. She became more vocal in class, gentler, kind, she seemed to think she had made you uncomfortable in the past, so she completely kept her remarks under control. She was a little jealous of Ellie, the two of you seemed so close, your conversations were less stiff and to the trained eye, almost familiar. Still, you had an image to keep up, being 22, almost graduating and trying to be taken seriously in a class full of 19–21-year-olds you wanted to make a good impression for your future.

Today in physics, you had a lab, cosmic shower array reconstruction. You were leading the lesson, talking adamantly to the class.

“Okay, the high energy protons and atomic nuclei that move through space with light and speed are called…?”

“Cosmic rays!” the class filled in.

“Correct, today we will be attempting a cosmic ray shower array reconstruction. Now everyone should have their computers ready to go and a notebook. Is anyone missing either of those things?”

Silence.

“Great! Please open the web browser written on the board. After that we will be creating a map grid to represent the site being hit by cosmic rays. If you do not know how to do this, just yell and I’ll come to you.”

No one said a word except for Ellie.

“Y/n, help.” she said with a lazy smile gracing her features. You caught Abby’s eyes on you as you approached Ellie.

“Ellie, you know how to do this.”

“I know how to do it…when I'm sober.” She whispered. You looked around before responding, “If I have to come to class sober, so do you.”

Ellie giggled,” You gonna help me or not?”

Once talking a very high Ellie through creating a map grid, you returned to the front of the lab.

“Anyone else?”

Silence once again.

“Perfect! Now as you can see, the areas hit by cosmic rays are shown by color circles. Is everyone on the same page?”

There were a variety of nods and murmurs in agreement, you smiled, class was going suspiciously smooth so far.

“Now all we have to do is create a graph of the time map versus intensity, after that analyze the data. I will give you all some time to do so, again if you have any questions at all please do not hesitate to ask. I'm here to help!” You smiled reassuringly at no one in particular, you heard a few yes ma'ams and okays in the audience. Owen had not bothered you yet today, so you considered the lab successful so far. After a while you could tell the class was waiting for more instruction with an uprise of off topic conversations.

“Seems like we are all set with that step, agreed?”

No one said otherwise so you continued, Ellie actually seemed very interested in the cosmic rays and was playing around with the placement sites.

“Since we are all familiar with REXTOR software, you'll use that to reconstruct the rays. After that, create a lateral distribution function plot. Examples of which are on the board as are the instructions so you can all take it at your own pace. Lastly, record your observations and we are all set!”

The class seemed happy with the lighter workload, you assigned smaller, more personal lessons than the Professor. It's probably why they listened so well to you. You walked around the lab, helping students who called for you with great patience and smiles. Days like these reminded you of why you loved your job. Everything was going so perfect, too perfect. That was until Owen opened his stupid mouth.

“Abby it's really not that serious, ask her out.” He was supposed to be whispering but he was loud enough to get other students' attention, Abby turned to him and flushed.

“Owen, shut the fuck up!”

“C’mon Abs just do it, or I’ll call her over.”

“Oh my god Owen I swear to god I will fucking beat you ass if you do.”

Mel was in between the two, holding in laughter, you pretended to not hear them.

“I'm doing you a favor… y/n! Over here!”

God fucking damn it Owen.

“Owen shut up oh my god!” Abby immediately faced the other direction, clicking random buttons on her computer as if she was focused.

“Y/n!” Owen spoke loudly, multiple people turned to face you, you internally groaned and walked over to him. You couldn't ignore him now.

“Is something the matter?” You spoke softly, using fake interest.

“Abby has to ask you a question.”

“Oh my god.” Abby mumbled, face totally and utterly red.

You turned to Abby, playing dumb.

“Are you having trouble with the lab?”

The caring, gentle look in your eyes caught Abby off guard. She could stare at you forever; she was completely and totally mesmerized by you.

“Uh..yea! Yea yea uhm I was wondering-”

“She was wondering if she could take you out on a date.” Owen said with a stupid smirk you wanted to slap off his face. You could feel your entire body heating up with embarrassment, Abby's pale skin turned bright peach and glared at Owen, seeming genuinely pissed off.

You took the awkward silence as a cue to walk away. Ellie gave you an amused look, and you hoped she hadn't heard the entire conversation. As well as everyone else in the entire class.

After recovering from the interaction which took about 40 entire minutes, class came to an end. Everyone logged off and Abby was giving Owen the silent treatment while Mel sat there uncomfortably in between them. Just as you were preparing to leave Abby pulled you aside. “Hi, can we talk for a second?” she was fidgeting with her hands, large muscles slightly flexing with every movement.

“Sure!” You said, trying to be welcoming. As the rest of the class cleared the lab Ellie gave you a look. She already knew you would be visiting her again later.

“I'm really sorry about Owen, he's always in people business.”

“Yea, I've noticed, I appreciate the apology.”

“What he said was entirely inappropriate and I'm, like, super pissed at him.” Abby was trying her best to seem genuine, she really did feel like Owen’s behavior was foul.

“Thanks Abby.” You didn't really know what else to say.

“But I would like to take you out, to make up for the humiliation. Just lunch or something, wherever you would like, on me.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “I don't know it that is-”

“If you're questioning it being appropriate or suitable, I would argue that sneaking out of Ellie Williams’ dorm at 6 am is also inappropriate and not suitable.” Abby said jokingly, and you released a smile.

“Okay, just this once Anderson, only if you keep that…6 am exit secret.”

“You have my word.”

#ellie x reader #gaming #fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #eventual smut #angst #abby x reader #abby anderson #ellie tlou2 #fluff #dealer!ellie

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egonspenglerishot · 14 days

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Can you write us some Egon as a grandpa happy stuff please 🥺

Of course I can

Yeah don’t mind the GIF

“The monsters gone and your Grandpas here”

Egon being a grandpa to reader because if I’m honest I dont really know Phoebe that well character wise and I’m not in the mood for angst.

You were only six when you first visited your grandfathers house. Looking up at the somewhat tall building clutching your little backpack in one hand your teddy under the same arm, you hesitated before stepping up to the door and knocked. Egon pushed his glasses up and opened the door grinning at the sight of his grandchild. He knelt down and opened his arms for a hug which you rushed into. You loved your grandpa so much, he was always showing you new inventions when he visited yours or stayed the night. You’d never been allowed to stay at his overnight before because your mother was hesitant. He’d not been there for her when she was younger, but Egon had a reason. Ghost busting wasn’t easy, and it was dangerous to. Even during the five year gap anything could have clung to him, he couldn’t risk harming his daughter.

He led you into the house and closed the door behind him. He took you upstairs to where you’d be staying the night, though unbeknownst to little you, you’d be staying with him for much much longer. He sat you on the bed, the wardrobe was packed with clothes he’d bought you, shoes anything clothes wise you’d need for now. “Now how about you get use to your new room while grandpa makes some dinner hm? I left a few inventions in here for you to look at” he smiled and stood leaving to the kitchen. You looked around and found the inventions he was talking about. One looked like a mini proton pack that he’d shown you a picture of. He told you all about when he was a ghostbuster, about the 100ft Stay Puft Man, about a possessed painting, mood slime that could be charged negatively or positively. It all seemed like a fairytale but his notes and colleagues had confirmed it was indeed true.

After dinner he told you more stories, the one about the first time they caught a ghost and Venkman got slimed, one about how Sal (Rays daughter), Ray, Winston and himself had been covered head to toe in ectoplasmic slime because they’d fallen into a whole river of it. You felt your eyes grow heavy as you slowly fell asleep on his lap. He carried you to bed and laid you down, kissing your forehead gently with a smile. You were so much like Callie…yet…so much like him. He sighed as he headed to bed and sat down rubbing his eyes. He took his glasses off and laid down falling asleep. It seemed like he was only asleep for a few hours before a scream filled the house. He sat up and grabbed his glasses running to your room.

You’d been woken up by a night terror and were currently sobbing and curled up in a ball. Egon pushed the door open and went over sitting on the bed “hey little dove what’s wrong? Was it one of the night terrors your mother told me about?” You hiccuped and looked up practically throwing yourself at him, into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead, his rough but sturdy hand making small circles on your back. You whimpered and the crying died down to sniffling and hiccups. Egon held you close and kissed your forehead again rocking back and forth “the monsters gone and your grandpas here” Egon laid down on your bed next to you and played with your hair gently. He wanted to make sure that those nightmares would never bother you again. A smile spread across his face feeling your breathing return to a clam even pace, looking down you were fast on in his arms. “I love you..so much. You’re going to be a special girl when you grow up.

#old egon Spengler #peepaw Egon #grandfather egon #egon x reader platonic #ghostbusters egon #ghostbusters egon spengler #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters 1989 #ghostbusters two #ghostbusters

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jesusbutbetterrr · 2 months

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gimme all those element thoughts!!

or a few! i love chemistry

I figured out how to like sorta read the periodic table a while ago and I was thinking about like how atomic radii works and shit.

So like, for the most part, you have seven different like energy level things where electrons can hang out n stuff. So for each group on the table there are a certain amount of the valance electrons (a generalization being made here).

Circle back to the super basic stuff here, in like the neutral charge version of each element, there is one proton for each electron. The number of protons is what defines the element's atomic number. So the higher the number gets, the stronger force the nucleus is going to put off, and in turn it's going to draw in the electrons closer to the nucleus which in turn makes the atomic radii smaller.

Maybe is just the autism but like that fucking nucleus love every single one those fucking electrons and it's gonna hold them as close to it as possible. There is so much love in the core of that atom and it'll be damned if it just leaves those electrons hanging around like fucking Francium or some shit.

Like idk I feel like the right side of the periodic table has a lot of emotions to go around

I'm gonna admit I teared up a little bit thinking about this, and it's not the first time either

Ik like this doesn't fully apply to all the elements n shit on the right side, this shit is messy, I'm not here to explain shit in a lot of detail

#yea im out here personifying elements #fucking fight me #luci tag 🫶🏼#jesus responds

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reiketsui · 7 days

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" Date idea: you take me to the vet to get me microchipped. " Deadpan, laying on the couch.

he's sitting on the couch beside the other, half of his concentration focused on applying the moisturizing hydro shellos cream to his face, the other half on the obnoxiously long-running movie on tv. it's hours past the usual routine bedtime – but that tended to happen on these lazy off-days. yet another gripe archer had with them. he gives a sigh, rubbing the lotion underneath the dark circles under his eyes when the words break the silence.

" that would be useful in a hostage situation, " spoken with an equally deadpan tone, arms outstretching to ease the tense muscles before he leans down next to proton on the couch, eyes drifting shut. " you could get your rabies booster shot, too. " / @chounaifu

#chounaifu #《 asks. 》#《 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 – ic. 》#《 ship – 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 » proton 》#average evening ..

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months

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Iron Man 2: Part Nine

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You bring the platforms to the car and fit them in the passenger seat. His car is only a two-seater convertible so you'll have to fly behind the car all the way back to his lab. When people say they want the power to fly, they really don't understand what it's like. Flying is so rejuvenating for your soul. It makes you feel like you can do anything you want.

Tony brings the platforms down to his lab where Jarvis can scan the surface of it. He pulls up a holographic model that Tony can manipulate. You're not quite sure what he is looking for so you're hanging back with a drink in your hand and watching this.

With these past few events, you've come to realize that Tony doesn't do well with change. He closed himself up and acted like he was dying. Well, he is but he knew there was a way to fix him. He just didn't want to see it until he knew his dad figured out a way. You're not sure if he's doing this for Pepper or for himself, but you're kind of envious of that passion.

How can you stay on a planet where humanity's lifespan is only eight years and expect a relationship out of one of them? How would you and Bucky have ever made it work? In ten years, you'll look the same while everyone else around you ages. You look how you looked when you were twenty-five and back on Xenia. The only way you'll ever be truly happy with someone is if they have the same kind of life as you--someone who doesn't age normally.

There's something in the back of your head telling you that you found that, but you can't remember it at all. While you're overthinking, Tony is getting everything set up so he can dissect the holographic platform.

"How many buildings are there?" he asks and lifts the holographic platform away from the physical one so he can just see the one in his hands.

"Am I to include the Belgium waffle stands?"

"That was rhetorical. Just show me." He clicks his fingers and the model begins to spin and lift upright--something Jarvis is doing. The platform is starting to look less like a blueprint and more like an atom or a nucleus. "What does that look like to you Y/N? Not unlike an atom. In which case the nucleus would be here. Highlight the Unisphere. Lose the footpaths. Get rid of them."

"What is it you're trying to achieve, sir?"

"I'm discoveriing--correction--I'm rediscovering a new element, I believe. Lose the landscaping, the shrubbery, and the trees." Tony flicks away the things he speaks of. "Get rid of parking lots, exits, and entrances. Structure the protons and the neutrons using the pavilions as a framework." The model now looks like a nucleus, and Tony expands it with his hands so that it's blown up as big as it can go. "Dad... Dead for almost twenty years, and still taking me to school."

"That's amazing," you mutter as Tony shrinks it to fit it in the palm of his hand.

"The proposed element should serve as a viable replacement for palladium," Jarvis says.

"Thanks, Dad," Tony mumbles.

"Unfortunately, it is impossible to synthesize."

"Get ready for a major remodel, fellas. We're back in hardware mode."

Tony needs to renovate his lab if he is going to create a new element to replace the one that's in his chest. He breaks down walls, puts holes in them, and constructs tubes to fit into a large circle to contain the new element. He smashes the walls with sledgehammers, drills holes into the floor, fiddles with wires, and puts together pipes. It's like a big crazy montage of you two working together.

Someone knocks on the door and walks in to inspect the mess Tony has created. You look up and see Phil walk in with a tablet in his hand.

"I heard you broke the perimeter," he states.

Guess he did know about that but didn't care enough to do anything about it.

"Yeah. That was, like, three years ago. Where have you been?" Tony scoffs.

"I was doing some stuff."

"Yeah, well, me too, and it worked. Now, are you gonna let me work or break my balls?"

"What is this doing here?" he asks.

Your heart drops when you see what he's holding. It's one of the original prototypes of Steve's shield that Howard was working on. Seeing that reminds you that being in that time actually happened. It wasn't a bad dream. Steve is no longer with you, and the thought brings you to tears.

"That's it. Bring that to me."

"Do you know what this is?" you ask delicately.

"It's exactly what I need to make this work." Tony accepts the half-broken shield. "Lift the coil. Go, go. Put your knees into it." Phil lifts the very heavy tube as Tony slides the shield underneath. "There you go. Drop it." Tony sets a level on top of the tube and grins. "Perfectly level. We're busy. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Goodbye. I've been reassigned. Director Fury wants me in New Mexico."

"New Mexico?" you ask.

"Fantastic. Land of Enchantment."

"So I'm told."

"Secret stuff?" Tony asks.

"Something like that. Good luck."

"Bye, thanks."

The two men shake hands professionally while you and Phil shake hands in a friendly way.

"We need you," he says to you two, and Tony answers for the both of you.

"Yeah, more than you know."

"I've been thinking," you say once Phil leaves, "what made you change your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"With this whole saving your life shit. Do you know how many times I've tried to get you to take this more seriously? What was it that finally made you change your mind?" Tony doesn't answer you. "Was it her?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love her?

"I think you know the answer to that."

"You know, you two would make a great couple. She already knows you and she doesn't put up with your shit. You two would be a power couple," you chuckle.

"Alright, help me with this," he chuckles.

You grab the parts he needs and help put the rest of the contraption together. Once built, he turns on the machine.

"Initialising prismatic accelerator," Jarvis informs.

Tony turns a small wheel on top of one of the pipes that power the machine, but it's too powerful for him to even turn it to get it to where he needs to be.

"Let me do it," you offer, and he steps back.

You grab the wheel tightly and with your inhuman strength, you turn the wheel. As you are doing so, the element is shooting out in a beam of light, cutting into whatever surface it touches much like a laser. You turn the wheel some more until it's concentrated on a triangle that begins to glow blue.

"Approaching maximum power," Jarvis says.

After a few minutes, the machine turns off once the small triangle has been infused with enough power. Tony picks up a pair of pliers and grabs the triangle.

"That was easy," he comments.

"Congratulations sir. You have created a new element," Jarvis praises. Tony places the new element into the arc reactor used for testing so he can see if it is going to work before placing it in his body. "Sir, the reactor has accepted the modified core. I will begin running diagnostics."

"You did it, Tony," you say with a smile.

"I can't believe it," he chuckles.

You hug him tightly to celebrate his survival but Jarvis interrupts.

"Incoming call with a blocked number, sir."

"My phone privilege is reinstated. Lovely," Tony says before answering the call. "Coulson. How's the Land of Enchantment?"

"Hey, Tony, how are you doing?" Ivan Vanko says. The prison he was in blew up, and you thought he died. They confirmed with his prison number that he died. "I double cycle."

"You what?"

"You told me double cycle's more power. Good advice."

"You sound pretty sprightly for a dead guy."

"You too," he chuckles.

Tony presses the "mute" button on his screen so that Ivan can't hear what is happening on your end.

"Trace him," he demands of his AI.

"Sir."

Jarvis begins the trace while Tony keeps him on mute but that doesn't seem to bother Ivan.

"Now, the true history of Stark's name will be written."

"Jarvis, where is he?" you urge.

"Accessing the Oracle grid. Eastern Seaboard."

"What your father did to my family over forty years, I will do to you in forty minutes," Ivan promises.

"Tri-State area. Manhattan and outlying boroughs."

"I hope you're ready," Ivan says right before he hangs up.

"Call trace incomplete."

"Shit," you mutter with a sigh.

Tony picks up a flyer for Justin's presentation at the Stark Expo as well as the new arc reactor and he gets an idea.

"You want to run some tests? Run them and assemble the suit while you're at it. Put it together now."

"We are unclear as to the effects."

"I don't want to hear it, Jarvis," Tony rolls his eyes. He slams the new arc reactor into his chest and lets it take control of the system. Tony struggles with the effects it's having but you have to let him get through this on his own. "That tastes like coconut and metal." He gasps and stands upright since he feels so much better now. "Oh wow, yeah! Ready to kick some ass, Y/N?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Justin is already at the Stark Expo and giving his presentation when you arrive. Apparently, he has been making robots that will help or replace the military system. He was trying to replicate Tony's suit design but ended up with this. Rhodey is in his War Machine suit that he took from Tony, and it's been painted red, white, and blue to represent America. As soon as the audience sees you and Tony, they erupt in cheers.

"We got trouble," Tony says to Rhodey from inside the suit.

You also have an earpiece in so you can hear everything they are saying as well as communicate with them.

"Tony, there are civilians present. I'm here on orders. Let's not do this right now."

"Give them a wave," he says, and you three do what he says.

"All these people are in danger," you warn quietly. "We gotta get them out of here. You gotta trust us for the next five minutes."

"Yeah, I tried that. I got tossed around his house, remember?"

"Listen, we think he's working with Vanko," Tony reveals.

"Vanko's alive?" Rhodey gasps.

You really want to go over to Justin and slap that smug smile off his face but you know that isn't the smart thing to do. You look at the audience and then at the rows of robots when the big gun on Rhodey's shoulder takes aim at you and Tony.

"Is that you?" Tony asks.

"No, I'm not doing that. That's not me. I can't move. I'm locked up. I'm locked up!" he exclaims. Some of the drones take aim at you and you know you have to get out of here as soon as possible. "Get out of here. Go! This whole system's been compromised!"

"Let's take this fight outside, boys," you state and blast into the air.

Tony blasts into the air as well and you two fly out of the place as quickly as you possibly can. The drones start firing at you and you have to dodge every single one of them. If you get shot in your arm or leg, then you know you can heal very quickly and it's not a big deal. However, if you get shot in your heart or head, then you are dead.

"Jarvis, break in. I need to own him," Tony orders.

"Yes, sir."

"Tony, Tony, I'm locked on. I have a target lock."

"On what?"

"On you! Y/N, the rest are locked on you!"

"Shit!" you curse and separate from the group so as to not let them get hit by the bullets.

The molecules in your body vibrate at a fast rate, causing you to burst into flames. You can only go so hot before you literally set the world on fire, so you'll have to use what you got. While still using your aerokinesis to fly in the air, you use your pyrokinesis to shoot balls of flames at the robots. If you can get it hot enough, they will explode and you'll be rid of one less problem.

"How are we doing Jarvis?" Tony asks.

"Remote reboot unsuccessful."

The crowds are now running out of control, and the drones that are left on the ground start firing at them. You have to save them despite being shot at.

"Tony! Take care of the ones in the sky. I got the ones on the ground!" you yell.

"Copy that."

You disappear behind a building and that confuses the drones that were locked on you. They don't know where you went so they opt to fly after Tony who is still trying to get Rhodey off his back. The crowds scream in terror but you're here to save them. You fly behind one and place your flaming hands on its back which burns holes where your hands were. It shuts down and melts at your fingertips.

Your body is still in flames so you extinguish them so as to not cause more panic from the people. There is a kid in the crowd who has on a toy mask that resembles Iron Man's helmet, and one of the drones has taken an interest in him. The drones are programmed to fire at anything that looks like you and Tony, so you have to jump in if you're going to save him. You fly over to behind the kid and shoot the drone with a fireball. The kid looks up at you and you just smile at him.

"Nice work, kid," you chuckle and take off again.

Most of the drones on the ground have been taken care of so you fly into the air to help Tony and hopefully take down Rhodey before he shoots him to death.

"You got multiples coming in on you," Rhodey warns.

"Let's get this away from the Expo."

You and Tony lead Rhodey and the other drones through a car garage holding the cars of everyone who was in attendance tonight. As you, Tony, and Rhodey pass by the cars, one car alarm is set off. However, as soon as half a dozen drones pass by, all of the car alarms are set off. To keep the drones at bay, you throw fireballs at the cars to blow them up, and when they do, they hit and take down some of the drones.

"Listen, listen. A pack just peeled off. They're headed back to the Expo!" Rhodey exclaims.

"Let's get it!" you yell and make a sharp right to head back to the Expo.

"In closing in on you. Ordnance coming in hot, Tony. Watch it!"

It's becoming a neck-in-neck fight with Team Iron Man vs Team Drones, so you have to do something, or else they will kill you. You look over at the big globe that is meant to signify the Expo, and Tony gets the same idea as you.

"Rhodey, you still locked on?" Tony asks.

"Yeah."

"Drop your socks and grab your Crocs. We're about to get wet on this ride," he chuckles.

You and Tony both lead the drones through the globe structure and bounce off the walls. As soon as the drones hit it, they explode into pieces. There is a small stream on the bottom of the structure, and you use that to your advantage. The water shoots up at your command, both sharp and unforgiving as it blocks the view of most of the drones. The ones that didn't crash because you tricked them do now because of the water.

"I'm sorry buddy. I had to thin out the herd. What's your twenty?" Tony asks but receives no answer from Rhodey.

Instead of answering him, Rhodey crashes into you and Tony, sending you both down to the ground. You crash into the ground and skid to a rough stop. Your head spins, your skin heals itself of any wounds, and your body is sore from the landing. Your vision is a bit blurry but after a few blinks, you're back to normal.

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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@essektheylyss replied to your post “we need a druid class themed around the four...”:

okay but PLEASE I need this druid concept right fucking now

This is also not fully realized let alone playtested, but I imagine this as being like Circle of Stars in that at level 3, you can access one cool ability of your choice upon using wildshape to activate a form lasting 10 minutes.

Level 3: Forceful Form

Gravity: Whenever you make a ranged weapon or spell attack, you can choose to make the the target make a strength saving throw or be pulled 5 feet towards you.

E/M: Whenever you make an attack, you can deal an additional 1d8 lightning damage.

Strong nuclear force: As a bonus action, on each turn, you can restore WIS+PB HP to an ally within 10 feet of you. [physics note for those wondering: Strong nuclear force is what keeps the nuclei of atoms together.]

Weak nuclear force: You can, as a bonus action, exchange the positions of two willing creatures you can see. [physics note: weak nuclear force governs the process by which protons can become neutrons or vice versa]

Level 6: Mediator particle

PB times per long rest, you may cast one spell as if you were using the distant spell metamagic ability.

Level 10: Enhanced Form

For your Gravity ability, you can additionally ignore difficult terrain, and have advantage on saving throws against effects that would slow you.

For your Strong Nuclear force, you may additionally deal additional force damage equal to your WIS modifier to an enemy within 10 feet of you as a bonus action. You can do this either simultaneously when you restore HP to an ally as part of this ability, or on its own if no allies need healing.

You may take both the E/M and Weak nuclear force abilities simultaneously when in your Forceful Form.

Level 14: While in your Forceful form, you may choose to change the damage type of any spells you cast, or from the E/M ability, to force damage.

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 7 days

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Ghost particle on the scales

In the 1930s, it turned out that neither the energy nor the momentum balance is correct in the radioactive beta decay of an atomic nucleus. This led to the postulate of "ghost particles" that "secretly" carry away energy and momentum. In 1956, experimental proof of such neutrinos was finally obtained. The challenge: neutrinos only interact with other particles of matter via the weak interaction that is also underlying the beta decay of an atomic nucleus. For this reason, hundreds of trillions of neutrinos from the cosmos, especially the sun, can pass through our bodies every second without causing any damage. Extremely rare neutrino collisions with other particles of matter can only be detected with huge detectors.

Solar neutrinos brought another ground-breaking revelation: the three types of neutrino known to date can transform into each other. However, these "neutrino oscillations" had a serious consequence for the world view of particle physics. Previously, it was assumed that neutrinos had no rest mass, like photons. This would be compatible with the standard model of particle physics, the best description of the particle world to date. However, the oscillations forced a rest mass for neutrinos - a further indication that new physics must exist beyond the standard model.

Knowing the exact rest mass of the neutrino would therefore be an open sesame into the unknown world of new physics. Unfortunately, you cannot simply place a neutrino on a scale. This requires extremely complex experiments on technically accessible physical processes involving neutrinos. "One way is the beta decay of tritium," explains Christoph Schweiger, doctoral student in Klaus Blaum's department at the Max Planck Institute for Nuclear Physics. Here, one of the two neutrons in the superheavy hydrogen decays into a proton and emits an electron and a neutrino, thereby transforming the atom into lighter helium. This process is "weighed" by the KATRIN experiment at the Karlsruhe Institute of Technology.

"The complementary path is the electron capture of the artificial isotope holmium-163," continues Schweiger. Here, the atomic nucleus captures an electron from the inner electron shell, whereby a proton is converted into a neutron, resulting in the element dysprosium-163. This also releases a neutrino, amongst other things. The international ECHo collaboration, in which the Heidelberg scientists are involved, attempts to measure this decay process energetically with extreme precision. According to Einstein's E = mc2, mass and energy are equivalent, so measuring energy can be equated with weighing masses. As a "calorimeter", ECHo measures extremely accurately the total energy released in this decay: This corresponds to a maximum of the Q value minus the rest mass of the neutrino released. For this purpose, the holmium-163 isotope is incorporated into a layer of gold atoms.

"However, these gold atoms could have an influence on holmium-163," explains Schweiger: "It is therefore important to measure the value of Q as precisely as possible using an alternative method and to compare it with the calorimetrically determined value in order to detect possible systematic sources of error." This is where the Heidelberg pentatrap experiment and Schweiger's doctoral thesis come into play. Pentatrap consists of five so-called Penning traps. In these traps, electrically charged atoms can be captured in a combination of a static electric and magnetic field. These ions perform an intricate "circle dance", which allows their mass to be determined with extreme precision. "With an Airbus A-380 with a maximum load, you could use this sensitivity to determine whether a single drop of water has landed on it," says the physicist, illustrating the capabilities of this super scale.

In principle, a Penning trap works like a swing. If you place two children of different weights next to each other on two swings of the same type and push them equally hard, you will gradually observe a shift in the swing frequencies. This can be used to calculate the difference in weight between the two children. In the case of the pentatrap experiment, this is the difference in mass between a holmium-163 ion and a dysprosium-163 ion. In addition, the faster both children swing, the sooner the result is obtained, which is also much more accurate for the same observation time than for slow swinging. For this reason, the team removed 38, 39 and 40 electrons from the "highly charged" ions in three different series of measurements, which makes their "circle dance" considerably faster. "If everything works, a measurement will only take a few weeks," says Schweiger.

From the differences in mass as a result of various frequency measurements, via E = mc2 the Heidelberg scientists were finally able to determine a Q value for electron capture that was 50 times more precise than before. "The contribution of the three theory groups, including Christoph Keitel's group here at the institute, was just as important as our measurement," emphasises Schweiger. In addition to the frequency difference between the two ions, a second variable has a significant influence on the Q value determined: the energy stored in the remaining electron system of a highly charged ion. As such a large ion is a multi-particle system, the calculation was correspondingly complex. It turned out that the calculations resulted in almost exactly the same Q values for the three measured charge states with 38, 39 and 40 electrons removed. This made it clear that systematic uncertainties in experiment and theory could be ruled out, Schweiger emphasises enthusiastically. And what does this mean for the neutrino masses?

KATRIN determined the most precise upper limit to date of the neutrino mass by "weighing" at 0.8 electron volt per speed of light squared, which corresponds to an unimaginable 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000014 kilogram! This order of magnitude of 10–36 corresponds approximately to the weight ratio between four raisins and the sun. And that is only an upper limit. The analysis of the estimated mass distribution in the universe even arrives at a significantly lower upper limit of the neutrino masses of 0.12 electron volt per speed of light squared. "However, this analysis is highly complex and depends on the cosmological model used," says Schweiger. In any case, it is clear that anyone who wants to weigh neutrinos faces extreme challenges at the edge of what is technically possible. Against this background, the Heidelberg result is a major step forward on the way to solving the mystery of neutrino masses.

IMAGE....An extremely precise atomic balance: PENTATRAP consists of five Penning traps arranged one above the other (yellow tower in the middle). In these identically constructed traps, ions in the excited quantum state and in the ground state can be measured in comparison. In order to minimize uncertainties, the ions are also moved back and forth between different traps for comparative measurements. Credit MPIK

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