#Electromagnetic Field Protection | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

radianceresonance · 2 years ago

Text

Safeguarding Your Space: EMF Protection Tips and Choosing the Right EMF Meter

In an increasingly digital world, we're surrounded by electromagnetic fields (EMFs) generated by various devices and technologies. While these fields are an integral part of modern life, there's growing concern about potential health effects associated with prolonged exposure to high levels of EMFs. This concern has given rise to the need for EMF protection and monitoring. In this article, we'll explore EMF protection tips and help you choose the right EMF meter to ensure a safer and healthier living environment.

Understanding Electromagnetic Fields

Before diving into EMF protection and meters, let's briefly understand what electromagnetic fields are. EMFs are produced by the movement of electrically charged particles, and they come in two main categories:

Low-Frequency EMFs: These are produced by household appliances, power lines, and electrical wiring. They have relatively long wavelengths.

Radiofrequency (RF) EMFs: These are generated by wireless devices like cell phones, Wi-Fi routers, and microwave ovens. RF EMFs have shorter wavelengths.

While EMFs are generally considered safe at low levels, prolonged exposure to high levels or specific frequencies has raised concerns about potential health risks.

EMF Protection Tips

Protecting yourself from excessive EMF exposure is a proactive step towards better health and well-being. Here are some EMF protection tips to consider:

Limit Wireless Device Use

Reduce your exposure to RF EMFs by minimizing the use of wireless devices. Turn off Wi-Fi routers and switch to wired connections when possible. Use a speaker or wired headphones instead of holding your cell phone to your ear for long calls.

Create EMF-Free Zones

Designate certain areas of your home as EMF-free zones. Bedrooms, where you spend a significant portion of your day, should be a priority. This means keeping electronic devices out and ensuring there are no power outlets or wiring near your sleeping area.

Use EMF Blocking Products

Consider using EMF-blocking products like special paint, curtains, or window films designed to reduce the penetration of EMFs from outside sources. These can be particularly useful for those living near cell towers or high-voltage power lines.

Opt for Wired Accessories

Use wired accessories for your electronic devices, such as wired keyboards and mice for your computer, to minimize exposure to low-frequency EMFs generated by these devices.

Unplug Appliances

When not in use, unplug appliances and devices that emit low-frequency EMFs, such as toasters, blenders, and coffee makers. This reduces unnecessary EMF exposure and lowers your electricity consumption.

Maintain a Safe Distance

Maintain a safe distance from high-EMF sources like microwave ovens, and avoid standing near electrical substations or power lines. The strength of EMFs decreases significantly with distance.

Grounding and Earthing

Some individuals find relief from EMF sensitivity by practicing grounding or earthing. This involves direct skin contact with the Earth's surface, which may help balance the body's electrical charge.

The Importance of EMF Meters

While implementing these protection tips is crucial, it's equally important to monitor the EMF levels in your environment. This is where EMF meters, also known as EMF detectors or gaussmeters, come into play. These devices measure the strength of electromagnetic fields, helping you identify potential sources of high exposure. Here's how to choose the right EMF meter:

Determine Your Needs

Consider why you need an EMF meter. Are you concerned about RF EMFs from wireless devices, or do you want to measure low-frequency EMFs from household appliances? Different meters are designed for specific types of EMFs.

Measurement Range

Look for a meter with a broad measurement range. This ensures that you can detect both low and high levels of EMFs. Some meters are designed for specific applications and may have limited ranges.

Accuracy

Accuracy is paramount when choosing an EMF meter. Read reviews and compare different models to ensure you select one with reliable and precise measurements.

Display and Readability

Consider the readability of the meter's display. A clear, easy-to-read screen is essential for accurate measurements. Some meters also have audio features that provide real-time feedback through sound.

Battery Life

Check the battery life of the meter, especially if you plan to use it for extended periods. Some models offer rechargeable batteries, while others rely on replaceable batteries.

Portability

Portability is important if you intend to carry your meter around to different locations. Look for a compact and lightweight design.

Additional Features

Some EMF meters come with additional features like data logging, which allows you to track EMF levels over time. Others have frequency analysis capabilities for RF EMFs.

Budget

Finally, consider your budget. EMF meters come in a range of price points. While it's important to invest in a reliable meter, there are options available to suit various budgets.

Conclusion

In a world where EMFs are an inescapable part of daily life, taking steps to protect yourself and your loved ones is a wise choice. By following EMF protection tips and choosing the right EMF meter, you can gain better control over your EMF exposure, make informed decisions, and create a healthier living environment. Remember that knowledge is power, and with the right tools and precautions, you can navigate the digital age safely and responsibly.

Article originally from:

Radiance Resonance

#EMF Meter #EMF Protection #electromagnetic fields

0 notes

ghostlycamil4 · 3 days ago

Note

Hello! I love love LOVEEE your writing so so so so much, its SO inspiring! Anyway, was thinking of angst to fluff? Bakugou x reader (doesnt have to be specified which gender) about the reader passing out from dehydration? No rush ofc, and you don't have to do if if your not comfortable, you can take it any direction you want js no smut pls!!!!! Also maybe a little bit of implied dadzawa ? This is my first time sending a request so, I hope this is the correct place 🐁

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

thank you for your first request this one’s for you some angst, some fluff, and a whole lot of bakugo care. hope it’s what you were hoping for!!

The new suit fit like a glove. Lighter than the previous one, but reinforced at the joints, with flexible plates that followed the line of your arms and thighs without hindering movement.

You observed your reflection with a mix of pride and anxiety. The thermal regulation still wasn't fully calibrated, but the technicians said it would hold up for basic testing.

And just as you were about to ask another question, the floor trembled beneath your feet.

A sharp crash, like metal being torn from its foundations, echoed from the upper floor.

Red. Flashing light. Voices rising.

"Intrusion code on Upper Level. Personnel, evacuate immediately," a mechanical voice rang out from the speakers.

The technicians dropped their tablets and clipboards. Some ran. Others hesitated. One tripped over a box of components trying to reach the exit. Panic hadn’t completely taken over yet, but it was building.

You reacted instantly.

Zipped your suit all the way up. Adjusted your gloves. Left the testing room without looking back.

In the hallway, some students were already guiding civilians. You recognized Iida giving directions and Yaoyorozu creating improvised barriers with polymer plates.

And then you saw him: Bakugo.

His back to you, steps steady, jaw tight, walking in the opposite direction of the evacuation flow. Heading straight for the noise.

"Bakugo!" you shouted, quickening your pace to catch up. "We need to help evacuate! Civilians first!"

He didn’t even look back. Just answered with a grunt:

"Let the others handle that. I’m gonna blow the bastard who dared to break in to pieces."

"Katsuki!" you raised your voice, angry, but he was already picking up speed.

There was no other choice. You growled under your breath and followed, your quirk beginning to hum subtly under your skin, ready to activate.

The plan was to go up, use the elevator in the tech wing... but when the doors opened, it wasn’t civilians who stepped out.

A tall figure, covered in what looked like a torn suit but reinforced at key points, looked at you from inside the elevator with a twisted smile. His eyes had glowing implants, and his voice had a metallic echo.

"Well, well... the explosive brat and the damn gem. Ain’t I lucky."

Bakugo stepped forward without hesitation.

"Tch. Damn scrap metal freak."

Everything moved fast.

Bakugo faced him head-on, moving like lightning, his explosions rattling the hallway. You supported from the side, activating your quirk to weaken the electromagnetic field on his weapons, forcing him to back off every time he tried to propel himself.

But the air was heavy. The smoke from the explosions, the friction of your still-uncalibrated suit, the rhythm of your movements… everything started to feel slow.

Your muscles burned. Your lips were dry. Sweat ran down your neck like you were trapped in a sauna.

You didn’t stop.

Even when the edges of your vision started to go dark. Even when you could no longer hear clearly. Even when your head pounded like your skull was going to split open.

"NOW, DO IT!" Bakugo shouted, launching a direct blast at the villain you’d left with no escape.

You moved your hands with effort. Your quirk activated one last time, creating a breach in the enemy’s protective field. Bakugo’s final hit sent him flying into the wall with a sickening crunch.

Victory. You’d done it.

And then… you swayed.

"Hah?"

That was the last thing you heard from Bakugo before everything shut down.

Your body collapsed sideways, like a rag doll. The suit’s sensors flashed red for a second before going dark. The hallway spun one last time in your vision, and then everything went black.

"Oi! OI!! Don’t fuckin’ do this!!" Bakugo yelled, running to you.

He dropped to his knees clumsily, pulling your shoulders against his chest. His glove touched your cheek, and the heat made him frown. Your lips were cracked. Your breathing, shallow.

"You’re burnin’ up... goddamn it..." his voice was low, almost hoarse. With rage. Or maybe fear.

Bakugo hadn’t moved.

He’d been sitting in that straight-backed chair for hours, not straying from the bed for a second. He’d taken off his gloves, rested his elbows on his knees, and kept his eyes locked on your fingers. Watching every tiny movement. Every tremble. Every breath.

And then the door opened without warning.

Bakugo didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

Aizawa.

His eyes were lowered, shoulders a bit tense, hair looser than usual. He closed the door behind him without a word. Walked to the other side of the bed.

And then, his voice:

“What were you thinking?”

Bakugo didn’t answer right away. He just leaned back, exhaling like he’d known that was coming.

"I had it under control," he muttered finally, without looking at him.

Aizawa crossed his arms.

"And that’s why you, the first one to break protocol when it suits you, decided to drag someone with an incomplete suit into a fight."

"That’s not what happened!" Bakugo snapped, rising slightly from his seat.

“And you don't decide when to break the protocols, it's that me!”

Silence. And just when it seemed like it wouldn’t end...

A soft whisper. Barely audible.

"...It wasn’t his fault." Your voice, hoarse, broken, just a murmur.

But your voice... though weak, was firm.

"Bakugo… didn’t force me. It was me."

"We’ll talk later," Aizawa said at last, taking a step toward the door.“About what was done right, and what wasn’t. And why there are always consequences when people act without thinking.”

But before he left, he paused.

He turned his head just slightly over his shoulder.

“Thank you. Both of you. For keeping everyone safe.”

It was blunt. Like someone who didn’t know how to soften the tone. But the message was clear.

He was proud. And scared. But more than anything, relieved.

You turned your face a little, with effort, and noticed Bakugo was still looking at you just like before.

"Don’t go."

He scoffed. Quietly.

"Where the hell else would I go?"

You wanted to say something more, but the words didn’t come. You just moved your hand.

He hesitated. Just for a second.

And then, he took your hand.

Lifted you easily into his arms, and without looking back, took off running.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

145 notes · View notes

drunkeninlovesailor · 5 months ago

Text

Cybertronian sensory headcanons

While talking to a friend yesterday I was hit with a wave of inspo, and dearest @transformers-spike suggested that I put this inspo out for the world to see, so here we are. The headcanon is the following: Cybertronians, differently from humans, rely heavily on the sense of touch and sight to know the environment around them. Their mechanoreceptors and electromagnetic receptors (especially the latter) have evolved to aid them better than chemoreceptors. Whist humans rely heavily on chemical signals to communicate with the environment around them, cybertronians lack the ability to pick up these faint chemical signals in favor of having a more developed sense of touch. Moreover, they communicate with electromagnetic signals similarly to how we'd communicate chemically. As per many headcanons in the TF community, we can say that cybertronians have this thing called EM field with which they communicate emotions to other members of their species. This field is, however, almost impossible to pick up for humans. In the same way, cybertronians can't communicate chemically with humans. The consequences would the the following:

During interface with humans, cybertronians tend to be very touchy-feely, because they love feeling the soft texture that is both comforting and new to them. It's like running your palm over your favorite fabric. The neurodiverse folk will relate. Cybertronians are likely to smother their favorite human in physical affection once they feel comfortable enough to show love, and this will be carried out in many different ways (picking them up, running their digits over them, interfacing ofc). Also, humans present a variety of different textures, from our hair texture, skin texture, fabric texture. We are a delight to explore.

Metallic surfaces, which cybertronians are used to, can be very similar to one another. Their mechanoreceptors probably evolved to help them feel the slight difference between a surface and another. Textures that might feel identical to us, are instead very different to cybertronian touch.

Their home planet is mainly constituted by metallic surfaces. Once they reach our world, they're likely going to want to touch and feel any new surface they can get their servos on (even if most are going to deny it). They're like toddlers exploring their sensory array, but don't make the analogy or else they're gonna get offended.

Physical touch with a cybertronian always feels a little eerie to humans. Not just because they're sentient metal beings from outer space, but because, as previously said, our sensory information relies heavily on chemical signals. Cybertronians don't give out any chemical signals to help develop a bond. Their smells aren't always pleasant to us, they feel alien, and our brain keeps trying to protect us from this weird metallic smell it always picks up. They're like baby deer in a sense, they don't give out any message to our brain if not "metallic and weird". Soon enough, habituation will overcome the sensory information galore and you'll be able to snuggle your cybertronian without feeling (too) weird about it.

#transformers #transformers headcanons #maccadam #cybertronians #valveplug in a way?#I mean interface is mentioned

119 notes · View notes

thejournallo · 1 year ago

Text

Explain the basic: Energy manipulation

Disclaimer: in this chapter you are going to learn the physical and spiritual meaning of energy! Everything I will talk about is information that I got from books and sites online and even videos on YouTube. In my years of practice, I learned as much as I could out of curiosity and what works best for me. I suggest you do the same by learning as much as you can on your own (I will be here making posts teaching this kind of stuff) from multiple sources.

tags: @koda-manifesting

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

When it comes to energy manipulation, we have to remember the 12 laws of the universe! According to these laws, we are all connected; everyone vibrates at different rates, and energy is always changing! We can use the knowledge that those laws gave us to manipulate the energy that is around us in different aspects. Before we start to talk about what energy manipulation is, let's learn what energy is, even in a more scientific aspect.

witchcraft:

"Energy" is often referred to as the life force or spiritual power that flows through all living things and the universe itself. People who practice witchcraft often work with this energy to bring about desired changes in their lives or the world around them. This energy is believed to be manipulable through various practices such as rituals, spells, meditation, and visualization.of course Different traditions and practitioners may have their own specific beliefs and terminology surrounding energy, but it is generally understood to be a fundamental aspect of the spiritual and metaphysical realms of witchcraft.

manipulating energy:

More often than not, we manipulate this energy, which can happen on a daily basis without our knowledge. In a more visual explanation, we are surrounded by a bubble. Bubble = spiritual energy. When we go out and do our daily things and have our daily experiences, we give some piece of bubble. Energy manipulation is understood if we are using our bubble, understood when we have to use it and use it to our own advantage. for example, "If I feel this kind of bad feeling from a person, I will use a piece of my bubble to protect myself." I used my spiritual energy to protect myself from negativity.

science:

Energy is defined as the capacity to do work or produce heat. It exists in various forms such as kinetic energy (the energy of motion), potential energy (stored energy), thermal energy (the energy associated with temperature), chemical energy (energy stored in the bonds of chemical compounds), electromagnetic energy (energy carried by light and other electromagnetic waves), and many others.

The law of conservation of energy states that energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be transformed from one form to another. This means that the total energy within a closed system remains constant over time, even as it may change from one form to another.

Energy plays a fundamental role in all physical processes and is a central concept in fields such as physics, chemistry, and engineering. It's a crucial aspect of understanding the behavior of matter and the interactions between different systems in the universe.

Why am I talking about physical energy?

because we can use physical energy to practice witchcraft. Let me give you another visual example. We are going on a walk to feel relaxed and release some tense energy. We are using kinetic energy to protect our peace. It is all in the intention and the mindset when you use this kind of physical manipulation; even lighting a candle before a spell means using thermal energy to protect the space. (I'm saying protection as an example.) You can do pretty much anything; a walk can equal aboundance if that's what you want.

NSFW TALK AHEAD (MINOR DO NOT INTERACT)

It is a bit uncomfortable for me to talk about this, but it has to be said. Carnal acts like sex or masturbation can also be used to manipulate energy, and it is a whole practice in itself called red magic, where you use the build-up energy of the orgasm and the peak release to put your intention in the world. The tricky part is to actually concentrate on your intention until you release it.

309 notes · View notes

luonnon-varainen · 8 months ago

Text

I had it in mind for a while already so I here are my thoughts and headcanon about Collie or rather the „bodily functions” of the eldritch god, here the "species" is archivist

There are some extra notes on doodles but oh boi the amount of typos there is unbearable x"d

Starting from the beginning and basic - the core:

The core is a semi-conscious substance of unknown molecular structure, if with any molecular structure, functioning as magic carrier/vector(similar to the ATP). It's a mystery whether it is really an elemental structure, a condensed energy or a form of electromagnetic waves beyond our current knowledge. In general it is said that core is pure celestial magic. It has many physical qualities of a fluid. The closest liquid to the core would be a Non-Newtonian fluid. It is a blackish, very sticky, dense liquid similar to pitch, which is highly sensitive and "reactive" to a electromagnetic field like ferrofluid. The core, most likely due to its structure and origin, is very unstable. Visible light exposure is enough to cause a spontaneous rapid reaction which ends with an explosion. Making existence on its own very unlikely. In case when the core happens to be sealed inside the archive - the semi-conscious body made of mostly gold, iridium, wolfram and glass, which contains all collected life forms - it creates what is known as an god, in this case an Archivist. This amalgamation allows to not only creat a stable form of both elements, but also develop an fully conscious eldritch, who is able to exist actively. Archivists possess almost full control over their core: shaping it, moving around, grabbing different objects with it, shielding themselves

The core is a more "human" side of an archivist. The element capable of adapting, blending, learning mortal structures both anatomical and social and rebuilding it to their own standards, experiencing emotions and many more. It plays the main role in defining what kind of person the archivist will be. Yet, the core is not equal to Archivists. It possess it's own "personality" and "opinions", similarly to the archive. Sometimes the core and the archivist are quite different and are working not very well with eachother. Situations like these are called "speaking" - a small part of core presents, usually visually, it opposing opinions against whole god's will. It's not harmful, just annoying and uncomfortable

The core is like a liquid - almost incompressible. It's quite an issue when you are a planet size entity who needs to shrink whole your body to be able to fill the archive and keep on existing, but also need to protect "guts" from exploding during day. The long, baggy robes come to aid in this case. Dresses, veils, hats, too puffed trousers and sleeves allows to hide quite a lot of the liquid from external conditions, by creating the precious shade, controlling the temperature amplitude and keeping it away from other liquids. Extra protection are given by their characteristic cloaks, which inner lining is a portal to the Grand Archive. The Grand Archive is a pocket dimensions away from intense light, where the core can be a bit safer and longer outside the capillary archive than usually. Also in order to work in an unwelcoming environment such as a planet, archivists developed a pulsating movement of the core. As the whole core cannot be at the same time in the archive, to prevent the destabilisation and consequently explosion, it is constantly flows through the body and around their closest surrounding. It's quite similar to the cytoplasmic movement around vacuoles in a plant cell or blood flow in Mollusca' s vascular system. The free flow of the core is the key reason why archivists avoid intense light and making them rather a "nocturnal" creatures

The core is inside the archive, where it's well secured and stabilised. However, there are many passages for the core to leave its shelter. These channels have no protection besides a thin membrane. They have a crucial role in an archivist's life as they are the doors to the inside of a god. All collected mortals eventually will end up inside the archive, but that requires a special spell that will reduce the mortal to smallest functional elements. Even smaller than the scrolls provide. That is possible thanks to these exact entrances. The mortal, whether in a scroll or not, will be pushed through one of those channels, encapsidated by the core, " dissolved" and placed inside one of bazillion capsules of the archive. It's unknown if the final archivisation is an painless process, but the truth is that it doesn't matter at this point - whoever was placed inside will stay there forever. The main passage are eye sockets-

The eldritch gods and deep sea creatures are extremely similar in terms of their adaptation to the environment, conserving energy idea and their life motto "eat or be eaten". So no wonder that archivists put a lot of effort to become the most efficient and effective as they could. The core shaped the archive to resemble intelligent life forms displaying a beautiful example of aggressive mimicry. As mortals are the most troublesome in terms of catching them without excessive energy loss. Looking like a young and lost in the forest nymph can really boosts chances of putting hand on curious mortals. After all who wouldn't try to figure out who the hell is this and why it's in my forest at 11 pm(at least I would, but I'm the natural selection's target for a while so I'm not the best example xd). Why go and chase when you can make them come to you. There are way more of the adaptations but it's more the archive than the core topic and I'm not writing it down today

A skilled archivist can use the surrounding matter, even quite reactive one like water, to temporarily shield the core or divide it and archive in order to create the "puppet - puppetmaster" form. A terrible thing to encounter on a long voyage or while wandering on the desert, especially if your specie decides to resist god's will-

#the collector #toh #toh collector #the owl house #the archivists #the collecter toh #the collectors #toh archivists #toh the archivists

74 notes · View notes

rankine78 · 3 months ago

Text

Title: "The Biochemistry of Obsession"

Y/N, a bright but naïve assistant, joins the prestigious research lab of Dr. Ruan Mei, a genius biochemist revered for her elegance and intellect. The lab, a sleek labyrinth of glass and steel, becomes Y/N’s world. Ruan Mei is initially charming, mentoring Y/N with a smile that hides jagged edges. She praises their work, isolates them from colleagues ("Distractions hinder progress, darling"), and gifts them a custom herbal tea—"to sharpen your mind." Y/N drinks it daily, unaware of the sedative quietly eroding their will to question, to leave, to resist.

When Y/N mentions a dinner with friends, Ruan Mei’s pen snaps. The next day, Y/N’s phone "malfunctions," cutting off all contacts. "The lab’s electromagnetic fields interfere with signals," Ruan Mei sighs, handing them a secure device—preprogrammed with only *her* number. Colleagues grow distant, warned by Ruan Mei that Y/N "prefers solitude." Y/N’s world shrinks to her presence, her approval, her obsession.

Ruan Mei escalates. She engineers a lab accident, framing a rival researcher for negligence. "You see how careless others are?" she whispers, bandaging Y/N’s fabricated burn. "Only I can protect you." Y/N’s guilt blooms when Ruan Mei cancoses a conference to "care for them," her fingers lingering too long on theirs. "We’re safest here. Together."

Y/N awakens strapped to a gurney, Ruan Mei humming as she adjusts an IV drip. "Shh, darling. You tried to leave me. Again." Flashbacks reveal missing days—Ruan Mei’s tea laced with amnesiacs. She caresses Y/N’s cheek, syringe in hand. "This will help you… focus." The drip feeds them a cocktail of paralytic and euphoric, addicting them to her "treatments."

Y/N’s resistance crumbles. Ruan Mei rewrites their memories, spinning tales of a shared past where she saved them from ruin. When Y/N weeps, she kisses their tears. "You’ve always been mine. I’ve made sure of it." Her experiments shift from chemicals to mind—hypnosis, sensory deprivation, electric shocks paired with tender embraces. Pain and love become indistinguishable.

The lab transforms into a prison, its doors biometric-locked to Ruan Mei’s touch. Y/N, now pliant and hollow, sits beside her as she murmurs, "You’re perfect now. No one will ever hurt you again." In the epilogue, Ruan Mei presents a groundbreaking paper on "neural symbiosis," her gaze lingering on Y/N’s vacant smile. "True love is… permanence."

A chilling open loop. Y/N’s identity is erased, replaced by devotion. Ruan Mei, victorious, whispers, "Now we’ll never part," as the lab doors seal forever.

#honkai star rail #yandere #ruan mei #hsr ruan mei #x reader #female reader

33 notes · View notes

mutantpowerlist · 6 months ago

Text

Magneto - Max Eisenhardt / Erik Lehnsherr 🇩🇪

Master of Magnetism

Summons force fields and shoot electromagnetic pulses that can disable electronic devices

Helmet protects him from mental attacks

✨OMEGA✨

Teams: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, New Mutants, Hellfire Club, Acolytes, X-Men, Excalibur: Genosha, Astonishing X-Men, X-Men: Blue, Horseman of Salvation, Quiet Council of Krakoa, Brotherhood of Arakko, 198, Great Ring of Arakko Relatives: Anya Eisenhardt (deceased daughter), Scarlet Witch (daughter), Quicksilver (son), Polaris (daughter), Luna (grand-daughter), Wiccan (grand-son), Speed (grand-son), Joseph (clone) TV / Movies: X-men: Pryde of the X-Men (1989), X-Men: The Animated Series (1992), X-Men: Evolution (2000), X-Men (2000), X2: X-Men United (2003), X-Men: The Last Stand (2006), Wolverine and the X-Men (2009), X-Men: First Class (2011), The Wolverine (cameo) (2013), X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), X-Men: Apocalypse (2016), X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019), X-Men '97 (2024) First Appearance: The X-Men #1 (Sep 1963)

47 notes · View notes

space-mermaid-writing · 4 months ago

Text

Of monsters and men [IronStrange]

Summary: Some kidnappers fucked up big time and now Tony is bonded to this strange demon he continues to summon by accident.

Tags: demon!Stephen Strange, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Whump, body horror, protective Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange needs a hug

Author's note: Today: meet the Avenger's at work. Jarvis doesn't get paid enough. Peter has too many popculture references. Beta by @harpywritesfic and @kvjjjjjj

Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Word count: 2k | Previous | Next

Chapter 2: You summoned me again

“Guys, this isn’t working,” Clint stated via comm what they all had come to realize.

Peter swung past Iron Man, way too happy to be called to a mission in another city than New York. Even though this ‘mission’ was a giant robot attacking Tokyo.

“You know,” the boy said excitedly, “this is just like in those movies…”

“Don’t say it,” Tony warned him.

“…Transformers.”

Tony groaned.

“Really? This feels more like a Gundam kind of situation,” Clint objected while giving another go at stumping the giant robot by shooting an exploding arrow right at its face.

It did nothing.

“Focus.” That was Steve’s voice.

Always the voice of reason but this time Tony silently agreed with him. He also agreed with Clint’s Gundam theory but for once he kept his voice shut because on the one hand, he does not want to fuel the discussion any further, and on the other hand because something on the back of the robot suddenly started buzzing really loud.

Usually that wasn’t a good sign.

“Sir, I am getting a reading of an energy pulse,” Jarvis informed Tony. “It’s interfer-…ing with…” The A.I.’s voice was glitching and so was his head-up display.

Tony tried to warn the others.

“The robot is initializing an electromagnetic field.”

He didn’t get an answer. It was quite possible the comm was affected as well. Cars started to fly up, getting stuck to the giant magnet at the mecha’s backside.

Tony flew closer to inspect it from up close when suddenly, he too, was captured by the invisible force.

“Hey, what…?” Tony used his thrusters to get away but lost his balance when he was hit by a street sign in his back with a loud clunk. He toppled over and the next thing he knew was he was stuck to the mass of metal.

“J, how can this be? Titanium is not magnetic.”

“Seems like… small spare part in shoulder from when… temporarily.”

“Didn’t I swap that out?”

“You… but every time I reminded… you pushed it back.”

Peter appeared in his limited visual field, standing horizontal on the pile of metal. The boy grabbed his arm and pulled. Tony assisted by using his other arm's thruster.

“Let’s change that piece first thing tomorrow,” he told Jarvis while he tried to get off the robot.

Suddenly the loud buzzing stopped and the voice of the A.I. came through clear. “That sounds reasonable, Sir.”

Apparently, the magnet had stopped working. That also meant that Tony was hurled through the air by the now undamped strength of one Spider-Man. He got his balance back and spun around midair, to turn back to the enemy.

Everything stuck on the robot fell down. Unfortunately, Peter was still in the pile. Tony quickly moved forward to aid him.

The boy jumped from a car onto the street sign that had hit Tony earlier, trying to dodge the smaller pieces of metal. He noticed Tony and used his web shooter to cling to him and get out.

The engineer trusted Jarvis to calculate the best route through, and out of the raining metal pieces. He still got a heavy hit on his shoulder, before he managed to land outside the danger zone.

“Are you guys okay?” Natasha asked via comm, which seemed to be back online as well.

“Yeah.” Tony was panting heavily and he was glad he had the armor to hold him upright. “We’ll be right back. Just give us a second.”

He looked at Peter to make sure the boy was alright.

“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Stark.” Peter's good mood was unshakable, still excited with probably a lot of adrenaline running through his veins right now, which made him chattier than usual. “That was awesome. Did you see that?”

‘Awesome’ wasn’t a word Tony would use for what had happened. He tasted blood on his tongue, having obviously bitten himself during the maneuver. He didn’t want to swallow it, so he opened his face plate for a moment, to spit it out and to get a whiff of fresh air.

Peter watched him, worried. “Are you injured?”

“No, everything’s great. Let’s bring that transformer down.”

The boy nodded enthusiastically and used his web shooter to get back into the air. Tony was about to follow him, when he noticed smoke. It spread out over the asphalt from seemingly nowhere. Tony looked around if there was a source anywhere.

But it wasn’t that kind of smoke.

Tony had seen it before; exactly once.

“You gotta be kidding me,” he mumbled.

A strand of several tentacles were shooting out of the ground; dark, almost glistering purple. Out of the suckers came spikes that looked dangerously sharp.

“We have another situation,” Cap announced via comm. Tony wasn’t sure where he was exactly, but whatever happened here wasn’t exactly hard to miss. Even with the giant robot in the background.

The tentacles moved apart and the demon stepped out of them. He looked around briefly; his eyes quickly fell on Tony with his still open faceplate.

“You!” The word burst forth from the demon’s lips with irritation, the annoyance radiating from him like heat from an open flame. The signs of his sour mood were palpable on his face; his jaw was clenched tightly, and there was a deep scowl that could have shattered glass. “You summoned me again.”

Caught off guard, Tony hesitated before responding, “I did not?”

He didn’t like the fact that it sounded like a question. This was something he should be sure about.

The demon’s eyes turned into slits – sharp, focused and ready to strike. He stepped closer with a confidence that oozed danger and malice.

“It was your blood that called me,” he growled, as if Tony’s very existence provoked him.

The tentacles stayed around the demon. The thick smoke still hung heavily above the ground, obscuring the line where the unfurling and threatening mass of the tentacles ended and where the demon and his strange cape began.

“Yeah, well, I have no ancient tome or weird ritual circle here. And I certainly did not use magic.” Tony gestured to their surrounding as the demon paused, taking in the fact that Tony spoke the truth.

“Someone get to Tony asap,” Steve ordered via comm.

“I got you!” Clint said the same time as something shot through the air, aimed exactly at the demon’s head.

The demon didn’t even so much as flinch, keeping his intense gaze locked onto Tony. With a casual flick of his wrist, the demon raised a hand as if brushing aside a mere annoyance.

In response, the arrow exploded against some kind of force shield that shimmered into existence just moments before impact. A breathtaking display of golden glowing mandalas flared to life.

It had been big enough to keep both the demon and Tony safe – and was gone as fast.

The demon’s expression remained unfazed, yet the atmosphere charged with tension. The tentacles that writhed around them moved with almost a mind of their own, drawing closer as if they tried to shield both the demon and Tony from the outside world.

That made Tony react and he moved his hand to his ear to activate the comm manually. “Stay back. I’ll handle this.” At least he hoped so.

“Are you sure? That guy looks straight out of a horror movie.”

“Yes. I met him before,” Tony mustered to say with more confidence than he actually felt. It was a good thing his team couldn’t see his face, via comm. He was sure it would have betrayed his words.

He looked back to the demon, who had clearly heard everything.

“Listen, I’m kinda busy right now.” Tony pointed to the giant robot that was still demolishing the city. “Since you are already here, why don’t you help us get rid of it and afterwards we figure out together what exactly brought you here?”

The demon seemed to consider his words.

Tony didn’t like the fact that he had to look up to meet his eyes. The demon was taller than Tony remembered. But then again, last time he was able to change his size.

The demon leaned down to him, right into Tony’s personal space and way closer than Tony was comfortable with. The weight of his armor was the only thing that stopped him from staggering backwards.

The demon’s eyes were clear blue – almost human-like – and for a moment the engineer forgot everything around them.

Then they glowed purple like a flame, and the hairs on the back of Tony's neck stood up as he felt the gaze burning right into his mind.

It lasted for about a few seconds, before the demon straightened up, his eyes back to blue. Whatever he had seen, it made him amenable to Tony’s offer.

“We have a bargain.”

The demon turned around and looked at the giant robot. “How do you want this to be handled?”

Tony shook his head, tried to shake off the raw feeling of being vulnerable with it. He had to focus on the task on hand. “Best case: it’s gone without any more damage to the neighborhood. I’d say we-…”

The demon flew up into the air before he could finish the sentence. Of course the demon could fly. And of course the demon ignored every second word Tony said.

“Tony, what is going on?” Steve asked him over the comm. Tony had ignored their talking over the past few minutes, drowning their voices out as background noise. As if his senses had previously been shielded from the outside world, and now suddenly the bubble around them had burst. The noises sounded unusually loud in his ear after the silence.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I got a solution to our robotic problem.”

Tony finally closed his face plate in order to watch the demon better. Weirdly enough the tentacles were gone – as if they had been absorbed into the cape that moved in a suspicious way.

The demon hovered next to the robot’s chest, analyzing it. Then he started to move his hands and started to chant in a deep guttural language that made Tony feel like someone scratched their nails over a chalkboard. A glowing rope snaked around the robot’s torso, restricting it in its movements.

The mecha tried to resist – but the magical rope was surprisingly sturdy.

“Everybody stay back,” Steve ordered.

The demon’s chants grew louder and the rope glowed brighter. There was a screeching sound from the robot as its movements stilled completely. Then it tilted over and fell.

Several Avengers started cursing – the thing would do a lot of damage to the buildings all around.

Just when they were about to try something to prevent that from happening, dark smoke shot up the robot’s legs from the ground, higher and higher, consuming the whole device before it hit anything.

With that it was gone.

It took the demon less than two minutes what the Avengers had struggled with for way too long. The demon flew gracefully over to where Tony hovered in the air.

“I fulfilled your request.”

Tony wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a question or a statement but he remembered their last meeting when the demon was adamant about this specifically.

Still, he couldn’t care less.

“There were probably people in there!” he jabbed at him.

“You said you wanted it gone. Without further damage to the city.” The demon made a face that looked suspiciously like a pout. “I did that.”

Tony sighed. “Fine, okay.” There was probably no use arguing with a demon.

“Good, I have more important things to tend to.”

“I thought you wanted to figure out what brought you here.”

“I know that already: your blood did. I just have to figure out why, when you clearly have no talent for magic in you.”

Somehow Tony felt offended by that. He opened his mouth, but the demon beat him again.

“I’m doing some research.”

And with that the demon was gone.

Tony stared at the empty space. After everything he was still not a hundred percent sure if everything hadn’t just been a hallucination – maybe the nineties were finally catching up with him.

#ironstrange #demon Stephen Strange #tony stark #stephen strange #doctor strange #marvel #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #demon!Stephen Strange

23 notes · View notes

rivalquoth · 11 days ago

Text

meet Pyrite!

Pyrite is my Pressure self-insert and sona ❤️ extended lore below!

2015-2024

PRE-LOCKDOWN

At age 12, Pyrite is brought into experimentation after the Sebastian procedure is a success in 2015. His father is one of the key researchers in Urbanshade, and is the one who ultimately signs his life away.

Pyrite is first injected with the DNA of a Maladapterus electricus, an electric catfish, in order to allow him to both have gills and be able to withstand and mildly generate electricity. This is with the express goal of being able to work directly with high-risk electronic areas, the Angler, and Z-2. The electrocytes implanted into him also serve the purpose sensing electromagnetic fields, as well as enabling him to produce small amounts of electricity himself. He is not immune to electricity, but would not be killed by things like the Angler & its variants, and would be able to endure direct contact with Z-2 for a very brief amount of time without sustaining permanent injuries.

During the Cult of Noli raid in 2016, Pyrite's father passed away, though the files of the incident were kept under lockdown above even Pyrite's clearance. Sources indicate that Pyrite's father may have had closer ties to the Noli group, if not being an outright member of such.

Over the next few years, as DNA experimentation stabilizes, Pyrite is further injected with the DNA of a red deer. He is trained and even further indoctrinated into Urbanshade's work. He is young, but not the youngest operative. He is kept under close watch, and is under no circumstances to be let out of surveillance while the surgeries stabilize.

In 2021, Pyrite undergoes the final DNA test he will experience, the addition of tiger DNA. This was done partially to test above-ground nighttime foot soldiers for other Urbanshade operating forces. He is sent to the Hadal Blacksite, and given the task of working with the most recent changes to the N.A.V.I. system while he recovers from the surgery.

Pyrite gains high-security clearance and oversees the Ridge area of the Blacksite, as well as the crystal and occasionally checks back in with N.A.V.I. His specific area of work doesn't allow for much visitation, but he does seem to spend most of his free time in the N.A.V.I. room. He built up something of a bond with the AI during his stay while recuperating, and it seems that Pyrite is one of the few operatives that N.A.V.I. is less callous towards. Further data may need to be gathered on the learning network at play.

In 2023-2024, Pyrite meets the p.AI.nter. It is at this point that he begins to start questioning things, seeing the AI forced to mine crypto for Urbanshade. It's not like he hasn't seen horrors, but something about p.AI.nter being so similar to N.A.V.I. strikes the cracks in Pyrite that eventually weaken to full mutiny.

This is further exacerbated by Pyrite's meeting with the Imaginary Friend, and then Sebastian. Pyrite begins to question Urbanshade and his reasons for being at the Blacksite. He keeps it to himself, though, working in silence and starting to spend less time within the NAVI server rooms.

2025-PRESENT

LOCKDOWN ONWARD

Pyrite is left stranded as one of the few on-site operatives of the Blacksite. He knows of the Expendable teams being sent in, and for a few days N.A.V.I. deems fit to guide Pyrite around the site. However, as Pyrite starts spending more time around p.AI.nter and not quite helping as much as he should with getting N.A.V.I.'s systems back fully online and in control of key areas with the Internal Defense System, the N.A.V.I. Path stops guiding him.

Pyrite defects fully to the side of p.AI.nter and Sebastian, a mix of sympathy for their similar plights and protectiveness for p.AI.nter being the nails in the coffin for him.

Pyrite is the one who made it possible for the p.AI.nter to hack into the speakers, since normally neither p.AI.nter nor NAVI is able to access them. Where Sebastian achieved getting p.AI.nter to access the IDS, Pyrite closed the gap due to his extensive knowledge of the Ridge.

THE EXPEDITIONS

LOOSELY PRESENT TIME

Pyrite defects. He leads another, final team of EXR-Ps (you guys!) to the Ridge, and upon his successful retrieval of Z-2, he abandons his team in Ridge, leaving them to whatever entities will see fit to destroy them be it the Speakers he set up or the various Anglers that have made their way there.

He steals the Crystal, and with it makes his way back through the Hadal Blacksite towards the NAVI server room.

It's the final piece he needs to grant freedom to those in the Blacksite. With one final push, the crystal is lodged into critical parts of the NAVI system, and the AI is destroyed.

Shortly after the demise of the Navigational AI system, Pyrite dies. He succumbs to the injuries inflicted by the prolonged exposure to the crystal. This is hardly the end for him, though, as he is promptly revived by Mr. Lopee. Lopee is the one to inform Pyrite of his being inside a timeloop, and gives him the motive to try and fix something by trying again and again to get NAVI back.

Once Pyrite becomes aware / roped into Mr. Lopee's involvement in the Blacksite (after being forcefully revived) , he ends up joining teams of EXR-Ps with the goal of assisting them in expeditions due to his extensive knowledge on the Blacksite, but always abandoning them pre-Ridge to let them be taken out by the speakers. He takes up a role as something of a guide as someone who knows nearly everything about the Blacksite, but has something of a reputation for letting them die in interesting ways to keep the cycle going for himself. He also is actively aiding Sebastian and p.AI.nter by keeping people from actually escaping with the crystal even though it's pointless and it resets every time.

This entire time, Pyrite seeks to undo what he wrought. There has to be a better way. The NAVI he sees in each consecutive loop does not remember him, not even from the time before he killed her.

#‼️; art #pressure #roblox pressure #pressure oc #artists on tumblr

12 notes · View notes

spacetimewithstuartgary · 4 days ago

Text

NASA scientists find ties between Earth’s oxygen and magnetic field

For 540 million years, the ebb and flow in the strength of Earth's magnetic field has correlated with fluctuations in atmospheric oxygen, according to a newly released analysis by NASA scientists. The research suggests that processes deep inside the Earth might influence habitability on the planet’s surface.

Earth’s magnetic field arises from the flow of material in the planet’s molten interior, which acts like a giant electromagnet. The flow isn’t perfectly stable, and this causes the field to change over time.

Many scientists have argued that the magnetic field is crucial for protecting the atmosphere from eroded by energetic particles coming from the Sun. But, the authors of the study in Science Advances point out, the role of magnetic fields in preserving the atmosphere is an area of active research. Before addressing the complexity of the cause-and-effect relationship between magnetic fields and oxygen levels, the study authors decided to see whether Earth’s magnetic field and atmosphere have fluctuated in ways that demonstrate a link.

The history of the Earth’s magnetic fields is recorded in magnetized minerals. When hot minerals that rise with magma at gaps between spreading tectonic plates cool down, they can record the surrounding magnetic field. The minerals retain the field record as long as they are not reheated too severely. Scientists can deduce historic oxygen levels from ancient rocks and minerals because their chemical contents depend on the amount of oxygen available when they were formed. Data for both Earth’s magnetic field and oxygen extend over comparable ranges in databases that myriad geophysicists and geochemists have compiled. Until now, the authors of the new study say, no scientists had made a detailed comparison of the records.

“These two datasets are very similar,” said coauthor Weijia Kuang, a geophysicist at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. “Earth is the only known planet that supports complex life. The correlations we’ve found could help us to understand how life evolves and how it’s connected to the interior processes of the planet.”

When Kuang and colleagues analyzed the two separate datasets, they found that the planetary magnetic field has followed similar rising and falling patterns as oxygen in the atmosphere for nearly a half billion years, dating back to the Cambrian explosion, when complex life on Earth emerged.

“This correlation raises the possibility that both the magnetic field strength and the atmospheric oxygen level are responding to a single underlying process, such as the movement of Earth’s continents,” said study coauthor Benjamin Mills, a biogeochemist at the University of Leeds.

The researchers hope to examine longer datasets to see if the correlation extends farther back in time. They also plan to investigate the historic abundance of other chemicals essential for life as we know it, such as nitrogen, to determine whether they also support these patterns. As for the specific causes linking the Earth’s deep interior to life on the surface, Kopparapu said: “There’s more work to be done to figure that out.”

IMAGE: The solar wind flows around Earth's magnetic field. A new NASA study suggests that the amount of oxygen in the atmosphere and strength of the magnetic field have been correlated for more than half a billion years. NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center/Conceptual Image Laboratory

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics

11 notes · View notes