#HORNET system

[unwelcome-ozian]

“Northrop Grumman’s HORNET system leverages the latest advances in real-time coupling of human brain activity with automated cognitive neural processing to provide superior target detection,” says Michael House, Northrop Grumman’s CT2WS program manager. “The system will maintain persistent surveillance in order to defeat an enemy’s attempts to surprise through evasive move-stop-move tactics, giving the U.S. warfighter as much as a 20-minute advantage over his adversaries.”

The subconscious mind is hypersensitive to visual images. The system will take advantage of that by using non-invasive electro-encephalogram (EEG) measurement sensors inside the warfighter’s helmet and attached to his scalp, House says.

A soldier’s subconscious may detect a threat his conscious mind is not registering, House says. The EEG sensors will read the soldier’s neural responses to potential threats, and then the readings will educate the system’s algorithms. For example, the algorithms will identify when the warfighter’s subconscious is detecting a moving target at 5 kilometers or at 10 kilometers, House continues. As missions and threats evolve, the algorithms will be refined.

One of the main goals of the Hornet is to reduce the false alarm rate for target acquisition, House says. The human brain’s visual process has very few false alarms, he adds. This should also significantly improve the range of standard binoculars. Lowering false-alarm rates is crucial for HORNET’s intended applications, which include improvised explosive device (IED) detection and destruction, aided target recognition, and border surveillance for homeland security scenarios."

[sunderwight]

Scum Villain AU where Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu transmigrate by swapping lives (i.e. Shen Yuan wakes up in Shen Qingqiu's body on Qing Jing Peak, post-fever, while Shen Jiu wakes up in Shen Yuan's body in a hospital in modern China) but it doesn't quite work right.

The system glitches or something and they end up having to jointly time share their lives. Every time a certain moon phase or something (cyclical) comes around they abruptly switch back.

So they spend the entire time trying to undo everything the other one has been up to while everyone around them is just desperately attempting to figure out wtf is going on. Shen Yuan does the skinner quest and stops Luo Binghe's abuse, and Shen Jiu gets a job with a rival company and starts showing up Shen Yuan's brothers. Then they switch back and Shen Jiu is like "it's woodshed o'clock for the beast" and Shen Yuan resigns. Then they switch back again and Shen Yuan saves Liu Qingge's life and gets poisoned defending Luo Binghe, and Shen Jiu creates his own start-up and blackmails his eldest brother about the mistress he's just uncovered. Then they switch back and Shen Yuan gets his brother and his sister-in-law into couples counseling and Shen Jiu embarks on a quest to either cure himself without Liu Qingge's help or die trying.

Eventually they just start leaving bitchy messages for one another to find and doing things that won't cause lasting damage but are incredibly petty. Shen Yuan keeps trying to tell Shen Jiu to read PIDW but Shen Jiu takes one look at his merch-filled bachelor pad and immediately decides that his opinions aren't worth anything, so it takes him a while to actually do it (he is really mad about this when he finally opens the novel and it turns out to be extremely relevant information).

[bugspr4yy]

,,,,, how do u post on tumblr ,,,,,,,,

hoodie render and therest ar jus sketches im scared pls be nice 🤕

[hecking-tired]

Throwback to when I accidentally sent Hornet to super hell and trapped myself in the boss chamber

[mickey-bees]

it's important to me that you show the people misfire skully eating cigarettes please and thank you 🍽️

i unwillingly share with the people masky doing their thing (eating cigarettes)

[johnwickb1tsch]

oral agreement ~ a dribble drabble

you make a bet with conor o'neil... nsfw, it's a little naughty 🤭 disclaimer: i kno v little about le sports... enjoy! 😂😈

You’d never admit it out loud, but it might be true that you’ve always had a soft spot for Conor O’Neil. He’s kind of a shithead sometimes, but sometimes? He’s not so bad. You've been bartending at his favorite watering hole for what feels like an eternity now, like you’ve both become just part of the fixtures. 

You used to hookup, occasionally, when he was the last one drinking, closing down the bar because he didn't want to go home, brought low over losing a bet with money he didn’t really have. It was always fast, and not terribly sweet, but that was just life and you were used to it by now. Hoping for more from a man these days was just asking to get yourself hurt one way or another. 

So what, if he fried your last brain cell, that one time he came strutting into the bar, bellowing the lyrics to Big Poppa like the gospel, grabbing you up as he crooned the last line of the chorus and planting one on you. “Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin’ my baby! Baby…” 

“You wish, O’Neil,” you’d groused, pushing him off with a roll of eyes, even if his soft lips on yours made you tingle all over. He was so annoying, with those sparkling dark eyes, and that trickster’s grin. A baby is the last thing you need right now, (you can barely take care of yourself), but you never forget what it felt like to be held in that man’s big hands, even if he only meant it as a joke. 

Ha fucking ha. 

You’d watched from afar as coaching those kids healed something inside him. Gave him something to care about, besides the next score. You were happy for him, even if he didn’t come in as frequently. It was good that he stopped putting down ruinous bets with your boss. Sometimes he brought that pretty teacher around too. She was like a ray of pure sunshine–not a creature of the night like you. You pretended that you weren’t jealous, but fuck. It kinda hurt. 

When he starts drinking more because they obviously broke up, you try not to be smug about it. 

One night you’re cleaning glasses, and he’s watching the Bull’s game with a bit more interest than his usual of late. 

“You got money on them?” you ask, trying to keep the note of worry from your tone. Maybe you’re glad to have him back, but you don’t want to see him totally backslide.    “Nah, I don’t do that anymore. Unless…” Damn him for that one-hundred percent Irish glitter of mischief in his eyes. “You want to?”  You scoff, turning your attention back down to the tumbler in your hand. “I work too hard for my money to gamble it away.”  He smirks at you, a hint of the old sly fox returned. “We could bet something else?” There’s that gleam in his eye again, and you don’t think it has anything to do with you. Gambling was this man’s first love; the excitement of it still clearly turns him up. Maybe it’s not about the money, really, but the rush in the winning. You hate to admit that there’s something alluring in the way he suggests it.  “Like what?” you bite.  He lifts his eyebrows at you playfully. You keep your cool, but fuck you if a spear of heat does not shoot straight to your loins. This fucking guy.  You lean on the bar, (knowing he has a clear view of your cleavage, you know how to make your tips), tilting your head. “You want to make an oral agreement, Conor?”  He smiles at you the way wolves smile at sheep. “Sure, sweetheart. I’ll take that bet. Bulls will win, 6 up.” “Hmm. Alright. I think the Hornets are going to wipe the floor with them. By eight.”  Conor whistles at your bravado. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”  “Yeah, definitely.”  “You got an insider tip or somethin’?”  You shrug, reaching for another glass. “I like their colors.” Maybe you work at a sports bar, but you’re not really into sports, and you say things that are obviously wrong all the time just to elbow your customers, and you get away with it too. (see above reference to cleavage).  He snorts at you, though you know he thinks you’re cute.  And then he watches with disbelief as Charlotte cleans Chicago’s clock. You watch the game end with a smug little smile, leaning on the bar across from him.  “Well. Looks like it’s your lucky night,” he says with a heat in his eyes that curls your toes.  “I guess we’ll find out if that mouth’s good for anything besides talking shit.”  He throws his head back, barking with mirth. “I guess so.” His gaze strays down to your mouth, and your clit throbs with immediate and remorseless betrayal.  Treacherous cunt. 

He stays until closing, helping you stack the chairs so the night janitor can clean the floors. You can feel his eyes on you from across the room, and when your chores are done he catches you up with one of those massive hands engulfing your hip, pulling you against him. “So what’s your pleasure, pretty lady?” he teases you, grinning as your fingers curl in the lapels of his leather jacket. 

“Step into my office,” you say, tugging him towards the back of the bar.  You’re not sure why it surprises you so much, when he gathers you into his arms and kisses you along the way. Maybe because last time you hooked up was all business, a desperate and almost clinical pursuit of release executed together against the bathroom wall. It hadn't been disappointing, per se, but nowhere near romantic. He’s downright kissing you like he likes you–who even is this guy, and what did he do with the Conor O’Neil you’ve known for years? And goddamn if he doesn’t keep kissing you, walking you backwards with those large hands on your ribcage, catching you around the waist when you trip over your own feet. “Mmm. Easy there,” he teases you in a low rumble, his lips on your neck. “Someone’s excited.”  “Oh, fuck you.”  He takes zero offense, chuckling darkly in a way that sends shivers across your skin.  “I wish. But that wasn’t in the stakes.”  As you cross the threshold of the tiny office his nimble hands are working the button of your jeans, those long fingers sliding into your panties to check the score. He finds you wet, and the groan in your ear while he strums at your slit makes you weak in the knees. “A little eager here, sweetheart?”  “Just looking forward to shutting you up.”  He laughs, that open burst of mirth that lights up his whole face. He’s beautiful, and you find yourself staring at him like an idiot for a few moments too long. He doesn’t tease you though. His expression softens, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Sorry I’m such an asshole.”  He says this, of course, while dipping a finger inside you, making you whine.  “Conor…”  “Alright, alright.” He walks you backwards to the tiny desk covered in paperwork, pitching you on top of it like you weigh nothing. He strips you of your pants, only temporarily stymied when he remembers he has to take off your shoes first. Maybe you should be embarrassed, butt ass naked on your boss’s desk, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling. (You haven't had nearly as much to drink as he has, and you should know better…but here you are.) “Very funny.” He swallows whatever smart retort you might have made with another kiss that lights you up like an atom bomb, his thumb circling your clit while he leans over you. He moans in your mouth every time he swipes your entrance for more slick. “So wet for me, my pretty girl, bet you taste as sweet as you look.” So what, if his deep voice in your ear makes your thighs clench and your legs shake? So what, if you make a sound that’s barely human, when he sits in the office chair and slings your knees over his broad shoulders, kissing the insides of your thighs before putting his mouth there. And maybe there’s something to be said, for a man who never shuts up. Maybe he’s been training for this, because that devilish tongue is heaven on your clit and jesus fucking christ when he slides two of those long, thick fingers inside you, you’ve never come undone so quickly for a man. It’s mortifying, really, the way you shout and bow and squeeze him with your thighs like you intend to milk every little last drop of pleasure from his touch.  By the time he’s done with you you’re both spent, you lying across the desk with papers strewn everywhere, and him resting with his cheek on your thigh. 

He would be the first one to break the silence. “How bout them Hornets?” 

You giggle in reply, too spent to form actual words.  “The Pistons vs the Lakers are on tomorrow. Care to make things interesting?” Finally you’re able to sit up on your elbows, looking down your body at this man with the mischievous glitter in his eyes. “I dunno. I’m pretty happy with my winnings.”  He sticks out his lip in a pout that should be ridiculous on a grown-ass man. “Oh come on, sweetheart, give me a chance to win something back.”  “Hmm. You could just…ask me out to dinner?”  You regret it the moment it leaves your lips, and you’ve never known such dread as in in the few long seconds of silence before he smiles up at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your thigh. “Alright. Are you off tomorrow?”  “Yeah.”  “It’s a date.” 

He stands, offering your inside-out jeans back, but you can’t help but sit there swinging your bare legs, admiring the impressive tent in his trousers. “Conor?” 

“Yeah baby?”  “Take off your pants.” His grin is so bright it’s blinding in this dingy little closet of an office, and you can’t help but squirm, suddenly feeling like your heart doesn’t quite fit in your chest anymore.  “Yes ma’am.”  

[mushroomdropsystem]

Keep finding these tapes hidden throughout my house..

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[starshoteyes]

Saw sketch requests!! Can i pls pls pls ask for a Tim Wright??

Or or, Alex Kralie??

Anyways your art looks extremely edible in the best way possible /pos

My boyfriend and I are actively watching Pacific Rim but here's an Alex and Tim ! Alas my style fluctuates a ton when I do studies like this but we vibeeee

(I'm currently trying to figure out how to draw all these nerds and practice w new paint pens bc I haven't done traditional art in forever lmaooo)

[pluraljoyis]

Plural joy is the "new alter in my partner system wants me dead" to "new alter in my partner system is deeply in love with me" pipeline :3

(small note, she didn't actually want to hurt me, she was just scared and confused because she had no idea what planet she was on, what technology was, etc xD)

Very familiar with that pipeline.....

[mossyficnerd]

Tim's System, a DID read and system creation for Tim Wright (Masky). By a person with DID.

Clearly Tim had a rough childhood, in and out of mental hospitals due to the operator and what I'd lean to guess were (at least) neglectful parents is enough for me to firmly say, yes Masky could be a protective alter in his system.

Let's not stop there though, I want to build his system more intricately. First lets build off Masky.

I believe Masky had a proper name at one point (Perhaps Thomas or “Mr. Wright”.) Atleast to himself. The mask was just meant to hide his face, the name came along on its own. I believe he's a Protector in the system, which is an alter meant to protect the host, and he fronts when he perceives a threat to Tims well being. (Specifically operator related threats.)

Though it's not unheard of it is uncommon to have a system of only two, but it's not uncommon to not know of other alters. I believe he may have two more, with differing jobs.

Some kind of co-host that deals with more mundane threats. This alter would have less amnesiac barriers with Tim and they may not fully know they're separate at all.

As well as a younger more trauma inflicted alter, that tends to shut himself away from front. I imagine they take the form of a younger Tim, and mirror the behaviors from when they were younger.

Together, they manage to semi-function. Masky takes the heavy traumatic memories of current events, inner child type alter holding the older ones, and the cohost keeping Tim afloat to keep them alive. Tim, of course, is in denial or oblivious to all of this, perhaps he thinks they are hallucinations if he does know.

I could go on longer and make more headmates for him but it's 3:00am, hope you enjoy!

(Do not use me to inform/educate you on DID. You shouldn't believe a random person on the internet, do your own research.)

[character-kai]

I just wanna say something regarding Tim’s medication and I don’t really have any other way to document it other than a random thought dump, so here it is.

A lot of anti seizure medication can double as anti psychotics. Psychosis is also a fairly common comorbidity of epilepsy induced seizures, specifically Postictal psychosis or PIP. Symptoms of PIP include but are not limited to visual hallucinations, paranoia, insomnia, aggression, affective change. Episodes can last for a few hours up to months at a time. Pretty much what I’m saying is that I believe Tim’s seizures, time loss, and the entire existence of Masky very well could have been brought on by a seizure caused by the operator. Maybe the visual glitches and tearing in the footage has something to do with it. This also gets me thinking about the comics, when we see things from Jessica’s POV, there’s still glitches in the visuals, despite there being no cameras in sight. Things like Visual snow syndrome start being brought to mind and now I need to write a video essay thank you for reading this much of my ramblings holy shit.

[heyhylix]

Also I’m not done, allos I am BEGGING y’all to take off ur shipping goggles and engage with fiction in ways other than making two characters kiss, learn what qpr is and listen to aros when we tell u you are mischaracterizing SecUnit as someone who didn’t nearly vomit at the thought of being involved with sex or romance

[creative-clawmarks]

Since Jay's post-canon in ur AU is an angel, Skully could very easily be a soul colector —Like Angel Azrael— since, well, that's pretty much what he does: collects the souls/spirits of those who died, in this case, thanks to The Operator. Another idea and more cliché one: He's just straight up the grim reaper or something lol

You've gotten me thinking, here's what I think I'm gonna settle on:

Yes, Jay is an angel,

and so is Alex

and Brian

and everyone else who didn't make it to the end.

They are all now facets of one being, divine in their multitudes.

The exact nature of Skully is nebulous, but if the closest name we have for The Operator is demon then the closest name we have for Skully is angel.

Two opposing entities separate from all the rest of reality, the corrupter and the collector.

[the-mad-habit]

@internetdemon0 jaylex…

[batasticshot]

System art. Don't be weird ........

[ask-a-ticci-toby-fictive]

This is the only way I’ll explain my source from now on