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moondirti · 1 year

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pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader rating: mature word count: 2.5k summary: things don't go according to plan warnings: enemies to lovers, light bondage, sexual tension, arousal, choking, canon-typical violence, dub-con elements, paralysis, suicidal ideation, self-hatred, angst, miguel o'hara is not nice, no use of y/n notes: y'all. i promise we are getting somewhere. i promise. lmk what you think tho cuz i thrive off comments

“Lyla?”

While you’re – regrettably – unable to make good on your promise to phase through the floor, you catch yourself hoping it splits to swallow you whole instead. It certainly would be a better alternative to the purgatory you currently face.

“Lyla? Come in, Lyla.”

Feeble rays of light filter in through the weathered windows, their reach slowly growing as night surrenders to the wakings of dawn. Variegated motes bob lazily, suspended upon the streams of sun, quivering back and forth between a range of countless colours. Paralysed and splayed atop the frigid, hard ground of the empty store-lot, you try counting them all for lack of anything else to do. Pink, green, orange, gold. You wonder what force chooses the order, whether it’s sequenced to fit some plan of high design.

“¡Ay, coño–”

Slowly, you let yourself scrutinise other things, too. The scent of neglect that permeates the stale air, particularly pungent around the entryway. You trace the yellow-brown mass that runs along the door’s hinge edge, and attribute the vaguely muddy smell to rot. Then, it’s the glint of shattered glass, winking at you from lost corner’s of the room. They look narrow, far too inconvenient to clean out with a standard broom. You revel in the understanding that whoever had been in charge of scouring the wreckage appears to share your habit of quick quitting.

It’s only when your vision begins to water do you divert your attention to the situation at hand. Last you needed to blink, it took half a minute for the command to register, and even longer for the motor neurons in your eyelids to act. By the time you eventually got them closed, you’d already started contemplating whether his venom would be the death of you.

(Lame end to a lame life.)

It didn’t take a genius to figure out, though. You know that, if he wanted to, he could’ve kept imbuing you with the substance until your body was no longer able to perform the basic mechanisms necessary to sustain life. He could have kept his fangs lodged deep into your neck – encroached upon your stuttering veins, bathing in the ichor that flowed – until he felt you go limp, concentrated with his poison. It would have been a denouement to his problems – right there, easy, sandwiched between him and the wall – but it wasn’t. Because he didn’t.

Just like he didn’t let you plummet to your death that day at the quarry, or strangle you while you were unconscious back at HQ.

So, no. It doesn’t take a genius to acknowledge that Miguel O’Hara doesn’t want you dead. As he fiddles with his malfunctioning watch, you endeavour to come up with a divisive list as to why that is.

One: you’ve charmed him. The notion is almost funny enough to elicit a snort, given that you weren’t cast in an immovable anathema.

Two: he’s a good guy. Somehow, this option seems less viable to you than the first.

You find your third prospect slinging from the threads of a fraying memory.

You’d been a student, before – attending college at a reputable institute close to home. It’s easy to forget what it was like most nights: cramped in that two hundred square foot dorm, borderline losing it as you tried to validate your claims on matter-antimatter rockets and their potential contribution to interstellar travel. There were concerns of total annihilation, and sourcing, and an array of other limitations – that which you’d dedicated your academic career to drawing up proposals for. It’s laughable now; the stress and theories blurring together to form a vague picture of your long-lost ambition.

You have a hard time conjuring what exact future you were so hopeful for, but the lamp by your roommate’s bed remains clear in your mind’s eye. Warm-white, comforting. For as long as you were awake, tapping away at a never-ending thesis, she’d work through the latest volume of her beloved murder mystery anthology.

It was the night before your start at an internship with Alchemax that the series came to a close. Her aggravated screams still ring fresh behind the clouded pane of time. You had thrown your pillow at her in a belligerent plea.

(You wanna elaborate?

The suspect behind every case was shot!

So? Isn’t that a good thing?

No, dumbass. It means the detectives fucking lost! They’ll never be able to prove how right they were.)

Admittedly, you know very little about Miguel, but you have an idea of what matters most to him. It’s entirely possible, then, that he refuses to kill you for what your death would do to negate his efforts thus far.

“Oye,”

Your mental traipse is reeled in when the devil himself snaps at you. Steadily, your pupils roll up to look at him.

“I need your day pass.”

You continue to stare. His jaw clenches.

“Because of your little headbutt outside, my watch is busted. My only hope of fixing it is by using the parts of your day pass.”

Is he asking? Does he expect you to respond?

You can’t fool yourself into believing he’s that ignorant.

But Miguel stays on standby, scanning your lax form. He takes in the webs that wrap around your waist, branching out to your thighs and shoulders, restraining your arms behind your back. When his eyes meet yours again, the reluctant question you see glaze over them pushes the recognition to the forefront of your mind.

He is asking.

Or, notifying – making sure you’re aware of what he’s about to do.

God, you wish you could speak. You’ve never come up with so much to say without promptly blurting it out before. Irritation and amusement rip at one another within you, locked in a brutal dogfight fated to have no real winner. How hypocritical of him to pick and choose when your treatment takes priority over his mission; you’re littered in marks that all point to his prior negligence of such subtle humanity. Four stabs above your wrist, a pounding migraine at your temple. If it weren’t for your paralysed stomach, you’re certain you would have regurgitated your innards as consequence to the concussion he’s given you.

But, oh.

How funny would it be if you agreed. To let him discover the harrowing truth for himself.

Deliberately, you muster an affirming blink.

Miguel's weariness escapes him in a heavy sigh, the weight of it etched upon his expression. Thick brows furrow, evidence to his age creasing between them, before he sinks down with a purposeful grace and carefully flips you over. Despite the resentment that festers in your gut, you can’t help but hiss a mental sigh of relief at the service it does to your elbows, which had begun throbbing in response to the pressure that the hardwood floor exerted.

From that point onward, it becomes a guessing game of sorts; you can’t see him, nor are you able to tilt your head and confirm your assumptions as to what he’s doing. Deprived of your most reliable sense, the others strain to fill the gaps in your knowledge, drawing upon every available cue; the sound of his miniscule grunts, the warmth of his skin – that which penetrates through his gloves. You’re alarmed into attempted action when the characteristic rip of his claws equipping pierces the strained air – your body powerless in addressing the adrenaline it secretes – until the spider-man touches his forefinger to your palm.

“Relax.” He all but commands. “I’m just cutting the webs off.”

You’ve no reason to trust him, of course, but you can’t exactly pitch a complaint right now.

(Perhaps it’s in your best interests to ignore how easy he’d been able to read you.)

A few moments of jostling ensue, before he withdraws with a curse. Your arms remain ensnared in the tight restraints, the ache that smarts your skin all too real for the continued predicament to be illusory. An assortment of jokes occur to you.

Can’t get it up?

In your peripheral, you catch him weighing his options. The pause is laden with a sticky indecision – this change in placement, you realise, exacerbates the already difficult task of breathing for you.

While you fixate on that fact, he seems to come to a conclusion. With one swift manoeuvre, he positions himself astride your thighs, straddling the deadened extremities, and reaches forward to push your wrists apart. You’re quick to catch on to his intention, how the arrangement gives him better leverage, yet–

His groyne presses into the swell of your ass, worsening with every bid to sever the webbing. It’s impossible not to notice, especially not when the seam of your jeans start to shift in tandem, smoothing over your clothed core. It’s not exactly ecstasy, far from it — no rainbow blooms, tingling gold from your toes to your nose – but it’s been ages since you were last roused like this. Enough for it to feel brand new, a wrapped curse in a prim little bow, eager for all that you shouldn’t be.

And… Christ–

And then he unfastens the lines around your arms, and runs his hands up your skin. It’s not gentle, nor is it brutish, but you can feel his desperation escalating. His touches grow progressively antagonistic, kneading your palms up to your shoulders, patting down to the shallow pockets of your pants. You’re searched like you hold the key to his success – you suppose that, in some oddly comical way, you do. And it should be upsetting, blasphemous.

But you’re no sacred thing. You’d laid down that possibility a long time ago.

No. You’re foul, questionable at your best, and erupt into goosebumps over the ruthless grip of a man who hates your very soul. You’re a deeply detestable spirit, truly, but a detestable spirit who has just managed to get one up on Miguel O’Hara.

He throws you back around, wrapping his hands around your throat. His snarl is primal, maturated in acrid anger.

“Where is it?”

You’re sure that, in some alternate reality, your face is stretched in a shit-eating grin.

“Where’s the fucking day pass?”

Your satisfaction is short-lived.

You’ve never been one to notably detest humiliation. It’s productive – healthy, even – in smaller doses; a fitting consequence for those who you deem deserve it. Yet, as you find yourself unceremoniously hoisted over Miguel’s shoulder, forced into a meandering parade through the streets of New York, you breach into uncharted territory – a threshold where your tolerance encounters its breaking point.

He makes no effort to soften his strides, unmoved by the idea of providing even a shred of respite for your susceptible self. If anything, it feels as though he deliberately seeks out the harshest terrain, silently chastising your earlier defiance in the most passive aggressive manner known to man. He’d reinforced your constraints before marching out on this fruitless venture, and now you bobble uselessly, backside pointed upward, anchored solely by the meaty arm around your knees.

At least you’ve regained control of your mouth.

“D’stroyed it. Gone. Dearly d’parted–”

“If you’re going to run that little mouth, then make it helpful.”

“M’bein’ helpfoo,” you start, straining your weakened vocal cords in an effort to mock him. The grip of paralysis may have slackened its hold, but neurotransmission remains at an all time, sluggish low. In all actuality, it astounds you that he can even begin to decipher your words from the tangled murmurs they become.

“You had it on at the convenience, and a little bit afterward. You can’t expect me to believe that you dealt with it while running for your life.”

Running for your life. Sure.

Displeasure sparks at the confidence he imbues in his assumption.

“Escoos m– hnngh–” A sudden jump of stress robs you of breath, your stomach plummeting alongside the rapidly distancing ground. As Miguel propels himself above the city skyline, effortlessly evading the crowded streets via a web he’d grappled to an adjacent building, you’re confronted with a stark reality – that this is the very first time you have ever, and likely will ever, experience what it’s like to swing.

It’s exhilarating and nauseating all at once, gravity relinquishing its command as you transcend the confines of the physical, soaring through some reality where law loses significance. If it had been you, your arms and skill and jurisdiction, you’d never come down. But maybe that’s why it isn’t; maybe your life was meant to lead up to this, and only ever this.

(Not antimatter technologies or heroic conquest. Yeah, this feels more fitting.)

Your skin prickles. You phase through the sturdy frame that’s held you up so far, and plummet from its grasp.

Slicing through the boundless sky, you’re accompanied by a profound tranquillity. It isn’t absolute – fear still gnaws at your core, its presence undeniable. But, amidst the churning horror, your instincts are fainter than they ought to be. They whisper in a subdued tone, overshadowed by conflicting conceptions. One, being the inference you’d drawn earlier about how – whether you like it or not – Miguel would not let you die.

Another, quieter suspicion hints toward the full reality of your… relief.

Though, of course, you’re right about the former. Tree-trunk biceps wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he slingshots off to a nearby rooftop. You flop into him, a ragdoll to the overwhelming force of his agitation, and squeeze your eyes shut at the hints of patchouli permeating from under his mask.

You don’t have to face the gospel just yet.

“¿Qué mierda? Eh?” He shouts, propping you up against a ledge. “What the fuck was that?”

You don’t have an answer for him. Your heart lurches, catching up to the urgency at hand, striking on the hollow bars of your ribcage to some reckless tune. It’s only amplified by the torrent of blood distending through your system, throbbing at your temple, rushing by your ears.

What the fuck, indeed.

He damns you, it seems, with a fervour that breaches the heavens, as if willing God Himself to commit his plea to eternal memory. Or not; truthfully, you can’t tell. With the roar of your own snowballing thrill, it becomes impossible to discern the sequence of interrogations that explode from him. The world around you fades to the background, your preoccupancy consumed by the disquietude it leaves in its wake.

Your sense is only validated a minute later when, two blocks away, an ear-piercing shriek ruptures your dissociation.

Miguel stiffens, slowly turning to face its source.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘕𝘖-𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘐𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘓𝘠-𝘔𝘜𝘓𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘌:

Earth-15 – analysed, marked as closed.

Spider-totem – The Spider: soon after being bit by his radioactive spider, convicted felon Peter Parker merged with Earth-15’s variation of the carnage Symbiote.

Notes – do not engage, at any cost.

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talonabraxas · 8 months

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King Pakal As An Alien Ancient Astronaut

The enigmatic Tomb of Mayan King Pakal has attracted the interest of Ancient Astronaut Theorists like Zechariah and Erich von Daniken who suggest that the carved sarcophagus lid found in his tomb at Palenque depicts Pakal as an Anunnaki Ancient Astronaut.

King Pakal’s sarcophagus lid shows a man tilting backwards surrounded by glyphs and symbols that run along the edges of the lid representing important components of Mayan cosmology.

The mainstream consensus among Mayan experts is that the image on the Sarcophagus does not depict King Pakal as an Ancient Astronaut but instead, the image tells the story of King Pakal’s death and descent into the underworld.

However, an alternative explanation of the engraving of the lid of King Pakal’s sarcophagus was advanced by Ancient Astronaut Theorist Erich von Daniken in his book Chariots of the Gods where he claimed the lid depicted King Pakal riding on a rocketship.

On the basis of Erich von Daniken’s observations in Chariots Of The Gods, Ancient Astronaut Theorists state that King Pakal may have been part of the race of Alien Ancient Astonauts that built Civilization on Earth.

The leading criticism of Von Daniken’s explanation of King Pakal’s Sarcophagus as depicting an Ancient Astonaut criticises his suggestion that rocket power would be the method used by technologically superior Aliens to travel the Solar system.

The idea that Extraterrestrials would use rocket power to arrive on Earth seems anachronistic because this type of technology would be primitive to Aliens.

However, the use of rocket terminology does not in itself disprove Daniken’s argument that King Pakal was an Ancient Astronaut because the carvings on the lid could also be an advanced Reactor eg using antimatter or some other advanced form of Alien propulsion.

King Pakal: The Sumerian-Egyptian Connection

A deeper Ancient Astronaut Theory analysis of the lid of King Pakal’s Tomb based on the works of Zechariah Sitchin’s Earth Chronicles ultimately leads to the Anunnaki Gods of Ancient Egypt and Sumer who may have built an Alien Civilization on Earth.

Zecharia Sitchin’s Ancient Astronaut Theory analysis of King Pakal’s Tomb expanded beyond the self-contained mythology of one particular geographical area in determining the meaning of King Pakal’s sarcophagus lid.

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ghostsandfools · 2 months

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Time for science :]

WARNING: There's science under the cut. If you don't like to think about the expanses of the universe and wonder about astronomy and physics and the beginning of the universe and stuff like that, you probably shouldn't read it, it is long.

If you could assign star power and negative star power a real life counterpart, what would you say? There are a surprising amount of options I've realized.

I was watching a video about space and heard the word 'antimatter', which I had no clue existed in real life but it does! And it's FASCINATING! And it reminded me of negative star power, just from the name alone.

The issue though is that there's actually a lot of weird dark/negative space stuff that I did not know about. I actually feel kinda dumb for not knowing about this stuff, I wanna be a rocket scientist I should've already known this jesus-

So if negative star power were real, what would it be?

The first candidate is antimatter. Antimatter is just regular matter but with the opposite electric charge. So, remember learning in school about protons, neutrons, and electrons? Well, antimatter is just like those, but instead of negative electrons, there are positive electrons, also known as positrons, and that goes for protons and neutrons too. There are lots of anti-particles and anti-quarks. You'd think that matter and antimatter would be equal, but there is much much more matter in the universe than antimatter. If there were equal amounts of both, the universe itself wouldn't have been able to form, so we're lucky that matter came out on top. Scientists actually don't know what would've happened if antimatter was more prevalent, and it's pretty hard to study, but matter and antimatter are pretty similar so the universe might not even be that different at all. All that matters is that there's more of one than the other. This one's and interesting candidate because it's basically how dark star power is described. It's just the opposite of star power. Star power goes in, dark star power comes out.

The second candidate is dark matter. This one's interesting because it actually does exist in the TSAMS universe. Nexus makes Dark Sun a dark matter generator and Dark Sun used it to generate a witherstorm and a pocket dimension. So you'd think that clears it up, but not really. In real life, dark matter is a form of matter which scientists can't really observe because of how damn dark it is. It doesn't interact with light or the electromagnetic force at all, so you can't really see it or know it's there, but it does have a gravitational effect so we can assume that it exists. Dark matter and antimatter are NOT the same thing, as dark matter actually makes up most of the universe. It's literally just invisible stuff. It also slows down the expansion of the universe.

The third candidate is negative matter. Negative matter is a form of matter with a negative mass. If normal matter has a mass of 1 kg, negative matter would have a mass of -1 kg. For the time being, it's completely hypothetical, but it could exist. Although it sounds similar to antimatter, they are different, but negative matter could be another form of dark matter. I don't really know how to explain this one very well...

The fourth candidate is dark energy, not to be confused with dark matter. I know these names are confusing, scientists really need to start being more original. Dark energy is the energy that speeds up the expansion of the universe. That's basically all it does. The universe is really goddamn big and it keeps getting bigger and gravity should hold stuff in place but it isn't, and scientists needed a name for the force that's making the universe get bigger so why not name it some cryptic shit like dark energy. This one's kinda interesting because the whole think with dark star power is it makes the end of the universe come faster. When the universe expands, it also gets a little colder. When the big bang first occurred, the universe was so unbelievably hot that our human brains can't fathom it, but now it's cooled down enough to support life, and space is actually pretty cold. If the universe expands too much, which dark energy makes it do, it will get to cold, hence the heat death of the universe, so maybe this one's not too far off?

But that's dark star power. What is star power itself? This one I actually might have an explanation for. Star power first appeared in TSAMS when Moon made the neutron star, which are actually real! A neutron star is an incredibly dense type of star. Despite not being very big, according to google, on tablespoon of 'neutron star material' would weigh around a billion tons (very heavy). Neutron stars in real life sadly can't let you control the entire universe, but they are cool. A neutron star is the collapsed core of a supergiant star. When an extremely large star runs out of fuel and energy, it will collapse in on itself, forming either a black hole or a neutron star. Due to the intense density, most of the protons and electrons will come together to form neutrons, hence the title. Within neutron stars is strange matter, a form of matter that contains strange quarks. Despite the awful name, strange matter is its own type of matter, not jut any matter that's weird. Strange matter is hypothesized to be in the cores of neutron stars, and some scientists hypothesize that over time these neutron stars could become 'strange stars'. The extreme pressure of the neutron star allows quarks inside to become strange quarks, which then form strange matter.

I am not smart and I don't know what strange matter does, but the fact that it's related to neutron stars at all intrigues me and i feel like star power could in some way be tied to it, but let me know what you guys think. If you're smarter than me and i somehow accidentally got all of this wrong and am spreading misinformation, PLEASE PLEASE CORRECT ME. I still have a lot to learn.

#tsams #sun and moon show #sams #laes #the lunar and earth show #laes astral body #star power #tsams neutron star

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 24 days

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New SpaceTime out Friday

SpaceTime 20240830 Series 27 Episode 105

Discovery of the heaviest antimatter hyper-nucleus ever created

Physicists from the STAR Collaboration have for the first time observed a new antimatter hyper-nucleus called anti-hyperhydrogen-4.

Rocket engine explodes during UK spaceport test A rocket engine exploded spectacularly during a hot fire first stage test at Britain's new SaxaVord spaceport in northern Scotland.

Why food tastes bad in space

A new study may help explain why astronauts are constantly reporting that their meals taste bland in space.

The Science Report

Five percent of people are consuming products that are potentially toxic to their livers.

The robotic glove that will help people who need hand rehabilitation.

Your social position – income and job – could be linked to your food preferences.

Skeptics guide to the accuracy of ghost hunts

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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SpaceTime YouTube: @SpaceTimewithStuartGary

SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States. The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science. SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research. The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network. Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor. Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. Gary’s radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually. However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage. Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently. StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016. Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics #esa #spacetimewithstuartgary #starstuff #spacetime #jwst #hubble space telescope #james webb space telescope #csiro

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kbnet · 2 months

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I was thinking about Avatar the other day too. According to the extensive fluff material that was published before the movie released, ISV Venture Star ∆v's into and out of the Sol system via photon sail at 1.5G. If that's true we're prob talking about a laser system well into the petawatt range.

…but then apparently Earth is supposed to have an energy crisis in Avatar 2?

Huh?

The same goes for creating the antimatter used in the rockets to ∆v into and out of Alpha Centauri. Lunar and Mercurian solar arrays will deliver this power and more – and if you can transmit that power to a solar sail, you can transmit it back to Earth too. In fact, that'd probably be easier. This only makes sense if somehow Future Industry requires so much power that it actually does absorb all the generation capacity of Asimov Arrays, which in any case can't be that expensive since evidently the ROI for the whole Pandora operation is massive.

But more importantly, it's a really funny tone whiplash. "Woe is us and our sinful industrial-capitalist ways" but also humanity will figure out how to regularly fucking yeet a starship to Alpha Centauri A at 0.7c by utilizing petawatts of power from Lunar solar farms within about a century 💪

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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Bazookabert of New Obsidian (listen, i know the reflection is inaccurate and idc)

Pouch 1 is for cyberpunk rations. They taste okay. High in nutrition though. That's all that matters. He tells himself. As he tries to gaslight himself into not caring. Disgusting flavor, really.

Pouch 2 is for poison capsules. Can be dissolved easily into the coffee cups of unsuspecting corporate grifters.

Pouch 3 (not pictured) is for candy, holograms of black roses and a sewing kit.

Red harness is for strapping his rocket launcher to his person. The rocket launcher looks heavy but it's been designed with lightweight materials for high fidelity, safety and a mind for ergonomics. Fires rounds of antimatter that disintegrate targets within microseconds. A red rose charm (not pictured) hangs from the handle.

Glasses are a protective measure against ultraviolet rays emitted during firing. He feels like Dr. DisRespect when he puts them on.

Only exposes his shoulders like this if he knows you're watching

#ikemen prince #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri crack folder

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snapewife-divorce-lawyer · 13 days

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my girlfriend and I fucking in our giant city-leveling mecha robot suits. both fusion reactors are open all of the way for a operational cost of $500,000 a minute. I send $28,000,000 worth of antimatter into the booster core for the most spectacular misuse of the anti-kaiju mode that there has ever been. all of the weapons are armed because we think it’s hot. One of us gets pushed over sexily and an entire Amazon warehouse breaks our fall. halfway through we both jettison the armor stage (5.3 billion dollars each (probably recoverable, although they will need new fittings and gaskets)) and then we both activate the rockets and spend the entire airtime (4 minutes, and 16 million dollars of fuel) doing it in the air. after which the tankers jettison ($48,000 x 4 (possibly recoverable) ) and the measly parachutes deploy ($15,000 salvage) breaking our falls so that we only do $4 million worth of damage to the knee and ankle joints

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elbiotipo · 1 year

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Besides, it makes more sense that Beto belongs to a "spaceline" or a space cooperative/syndicate/union. Someone pays for the insurance and the fuel, makes all the permits and paperwork, and takes responsability if he screws up.

The thing is that realistically, I doubt that there will ever be individually owned spaceships like in science fiction (where A Guy who owns A Spaceship like a car or boat is a common trope), because you just can't trust any rando with a spaceship that, theoritically, commands such powerful forces to take off and land on planets or travel with ANY kind of speculative FTL system. I don't wanna get too much into it, but if your space drive is powerful enough to fly among stars or even take off from a world in a single piece, it's probably powerful enough to be a weapon or a disaster if it ever blows up. (Jon's Law according to the Atomic Rockets website, "Any interesting space drive is a weapon of mass destruction. It only matters how long you want to wait for maximum damage.", the faster or more powerful your space engine is, the more capacity that thing can be used as a weapon or blow up espectacularily)

The difference between a plane crash and a starship crash is that starships in science fiction are basically flying fusion (or antimatter, or something else) reactors. Like, what happens if that thing crashes or explodes over an inhabited area?

I'm of course cheerfully (mostly) ignoring this, assuming that spaceships in this setting are no more dangerous or complicated that say, WWII planes. Perhaps by the time, there's a Dark Energy Condenser or something like that that produces power but nothing really bad happens if it explodes, so no harm done if someone semi-responsible flies one, it's just like a plane.

But in real life, I ever doubt spaceships would be trusted to anyone but large scale institutions composed by professionals.

hey who's that musk guy

#but musk's spaceships beside being regulated (no matter how much he whines) are just fuel and steel #space opera spaceships also have reactors made of god knows what #that can't be healthy if it explodes over a city #cosas mias #campoestela #science fiction #worldbuilding

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learnwithmearticles · 3 months

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Alternative Matter

Dark matter and antimatter have featured in many renowned sci-fi films. From Star Trek to Dark Storm, these vague concepts have been used as a catch-all for powerful matter capable of being used for extremely powerful technology.

So let’s understand what they actually are.

Dark Matter

Like any matter, dark matter has mass and takes up space. Uniquely, dark matter does not reflect, absorb, or radiate light in a way detectable by humans. A lot about it is still being discovered, as NASA writes, scientists “are not sure what it is” even though it takes up about 27% of the universe.

The first hints at dark matter emerged in the 1930s from an astronomer observing the Coma galaxy cluster. Because it moved as if it had more mass and size than what could be observed, astronomers theorized a matter that does not interact with observable light.

The concept of dark matter solidified in the 1970s by another astronomer who was observing the rotations of galaxies. This astronomer, Vera Rubin, also concluded that there must be significant amounts of unseen matter due to the gravity (and thus mass) of other galaxies. Today, dark matter is theorized to make up about 85% of total matter in the universe when including both mass and energy.

Aside from their role in understanding the physics of the universe and other galaxies, dark matter does not have a lot of use here on Earth. It’s hard enough to pinpoint exactly what it is in regard to actually detecting it, since it doesn’t interact with the electromagnetic spectrum. We only know it exists because of its interaction with gravity.

One potential use of it is in propulsion physics. Researchers have created models for how dark matter might be used as fuel for rockets. Achieving this technology will take extensive testing and analysis, but current models for this are promising for solving the current limits of chemical fuel.

Antimatter

Antimatter is, of course, another form of matter. The subatomic particles that make up antimatter are the same mass and matter as protons, neutrons, and electrons, but with inverted charges. For example, positrons have the same mass and charge strength as electrons, but are positively charged while electrons are negative. Antiprotons contrast with protons, and antineutrons contrast with neutrons.

Antimatter was first theorized in 1928 and confirmed in 1932 with the observance of the positron in cosmic rays. Cosmic rays carry antimatter, among other particles, and bring small amounts into Earth’s atmosphere.

Antimatter is far rarer than matter, though we’re not sure why. Potentially, more matter than antimatter was produced at the beginning of the universe. When antimatter and matter interact, they cancel each other out and produce energy, so mutual annihilation just leaves behind more matter.

Another theory is that the neutrino is antimatter. Neutrinos are subatomic particles that rarely interact with other particles, have no charge, and are very abundant in the universe. If neutrinos are antimatter, they would have been able to transition into matter, creating the discrepancy in the presence of matter and antimatter. This theory is also the main reason neutrinos are theorized to be their own antiparticle.

Antimatter is also theorized to be a potential fuel for spacecrafts. The energy produced by matter and antimatter interacting could facilitate vehicles flying to Mars. Unfortunately, producing the necessary positrons is very expensive.

Positrons come from electrons interacting with a tungsten target. Tungsten causes electrons to release radiation in the form of gamma rays, some of which produce electron-positron pairs. This process necessitates producing an electron beam and using a magnet to collect the positrons, and so can be monetarily inefficient, but the cost of space travel is not exactly avoidable.

Dark matter and antimatter are very real things that affect our universe. Though they are generally distant concepts and not strongly relevant to modern lives, the universe exists as it is because of these influences. As we continue to explore our galaxy, these concepts might become increasingly important to figuring out how to best explore space.

Additional Resources

1. NASA - Dark Matter

2. Dark Matter Discovery

3. Energy.gov - Dark Matter

4. Dark Matter Discovery 2

5. Antimatter Discovery

6. What is Antimatter

7. Producing Positrons

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aut2imagineart · 9 months

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This is my first design of an antimatter spacecraft for my Centauri universe. Though currently it's incredibly difficult to generate and store antimatter, I'd imagine tens of thousands of years into the future there would be more efficient means of producing it. Lore wise, I would imagine it to still be very expensive and normally reserve for more massive arc ships so relatively small ships with antimatter propulsion would be very rare.

Anyway, my three main inspirations for this craft is the Starfury from "Babylon 5", the Gunstar from "The Last Starfighter", and the conceptualization of what real world antimatter rockets would look like. The front has four mounted fusion rockets that provide initial thrust* and maneuverability. The mounts surround the habitat region which can eject in case of emergencies. Right behind it is the antimatter storage tank with a reaction chamber behind it. This is followed by a magnetic exhaust guide lined with retractable radiators before ending with an exhaust energy bell.

I still want to refine this design more but I'm glad I got the general idea out of my head.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

*The ship needs initial thrust because like the Orion drive spacecraft it needs to be at a safe distance from other objects before igniting the antimatter rocket.

#conceptual #concept #concept art #concept design #spacecraft #spaceship #starship #antimatter #antimatter rocket #fusion rocket #fusion #science fiction #scifi #my art #digital art #digital color #digital illustration #radiator #propulsion

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beeffilledshark · 9 months

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Pro tip: don’t think about your oc hyperfixation sci-fi setting at midnight because you’ll start looking at papers discussing the specific impulse and mean free path for thermalization of antimatter rocket engines and it will turn to 4:30am. I have eight mobile tabs open and my eyes hurt

#fbs #honestly there’s no decent tags to put on this #i am so fucking tired #at least I finally understand specific impulse #lol

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moondirti · 1 year

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alright. I need to know how long you spent researching that part about antimatter in ch 6 because WOW.

ahhhh! it's a topic i touched upon in one of my astronomy classes since it's a possible alternative to chemical combustion in rocket engines:) I wanted to give Wraith a little bit of myself, and that's where her love for the stars stems from. everything else just... devolved from there!

i hope the exposition wasn't too confusing? i was worried while writing it. regardless, thank you!

#༄dee answers #darling anons #animalic

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outpost51 · 1 year

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Happy WBW! Are there any special handshakes or pass phrases that exist in your world? I'm thinking like those really cloak and dagger things where a contact might give you half of a phrase and then you have to complete it to prove your identity.

oooooOOOOHHHH WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP IN MY BUSTED ROCKET SHIP—

(To Xatal)

(I woke up in a silly mood this morning)

SO. Some backstory here, there’s a few factions holding power in Xatal: Sersys, Amilla-Svarax, the Syndicate, the Thieves’ Guild, and the Galactic Council (and by extension, the Galactic Enforcement Agency). Yeah, a “few.” ANYWAY.

We’re taking a look at the Syndicate and the Thieves’ Guild. Because Korb loves CRIME.

The Syndicate is sort of. All over, but their current Big Boss is Baxog en-Dagha, and his headquarters is on Eir Terminal. There is. A whole rant on Bax. I am so incredibly normal about the big mob lizard. Pretty much anyone can dock on Eir Terminal, credits are credits as far as Bax is concerned — and boy, does he love his credits. Almost as much as he loves his spreadsheets but not nearly as much as he loves fu—anyway, you know an easy way to get more credits out of dipshits who don’t check their fuel gauges before they leave home and have to make an emergency stop on Eir Terminal?

The same way DoorDash does it, of course: f e e s.

There’s a docking fee, an hourly rate, a daily rate, an overnight rate, porter service (note: do NOT give your shit to the porter service if you don’t want it disappearing), nonresident visitor fees, “investigation permit” fees special for the GEA— you catch my drift, and I’m getting off track.

Want to avoid all those fees? Buy a big tub of cheese puffs and a six pack of light beer. NOT dark beer, it��s too bitter, she doesn’t like it. Ask for Besh before you give your credentials. It might take a bit, Besh is an uknuk and she’s got little legs and all the chairs in the comm station are really, really tall. Tell her you want a trade — cheese puffs and beer to wave all fees but the resident docking rate.

Bingo bongo, enjoy your ten credit parking. No so much cloak and dagger, but hey, not all codes are exciting!

Now the Thieves’ Guild is a lot more exclusive — you want in, first you have to find the fuckin thing. Check the job boards for any posting labeled, “Union Work for Freelancers.”

There are no unions in Xatal; if you’re legit, you’ve either got fair labor protections in Council territory, or you’re stuck in a debt contract with Sersys or Amilla-Svarax. Otherwise, you’re either working for the mob, one of the gangs, or you freelance.

Submit your inquiry on the posting and write down the post ID. You’ll receive a call from an encrypted number within six Galactic Standard hours. The caller will say something about receiving a lot of inquiries and ask which posting you’re inquiring about. Give them the ID. They’ll give you coordinates that bring you to Ignis Station’s current location (it moves).

Step two: when traffic control asks you about your reason for visiting, give them the post ID and tell them you’re “here for an interview,” then ask for directions to the “employment office.”

Don’t do air quotes, though. That’ll buy you approximately ninety seconds to whip your ship around and get out of range while the antimatter cannons warm up.

There is no employment office. Your escort (if you have a choice, request Videlli Tasva, she’s a chipper little cazen and will bring a welcome kit with homemade snacks) will take you straight to the CEO HBIC queen Xanaaxi (suu/suur). Xanaaxi will give you a trial job — complete it, and you’re in. Lifetime membership. (If Xanaaxi finds out you’re a snitch, suu’ll cut your lifetime short, not the membership.)

#I always do this to you nopal I’m so sorry asdsfsdsdxs #worldbuilding wednesday #xatal galaxy

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