#orb phenomena

[frank-olivier]

Intelligent Beings or Energy Manifestations? Exploring the Nature of Orbs

The study of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) and their associated phenomena has captivated the attention of enthusiasts and researchers alike, and the conversation between Grant, Janet, and JD provides a fascinating insight into the realm of UFO encounters. Their discussion delves into JD's personal experiences with orbs and the potential significance of these encounters in the broader context of UFO research.

JD's journey into the world of UFO exploration began with a simple passion for capturing the beauty of nature and wildlife through her Nikon D50 camera. However, her focus shifted as mysterious orbs and objects started appearing in her photographs, sparking a curiosity that led her to investigate further. As her research progressed, JD made a remarkable discovery—these orbs and objects were not mere camera glitches or dust particles; they displayed intelligent behavior, challenging conventional beliefs and suggesting a higher level of consciousness.

The group's conversation vividly describes JD's encounters with orbs of various colors, such as green, purple, and blue, as well as objects with unique shapes like squares, ribbons, and a multi-colored craft. The multi-colored craft, captured on video through a telescope, is a particularly intriguing aspect of her experiences. Its changing colors and shapes over an extended period, along with its metallic grid-like structure and V-shaped opening, as observed in the photographs, contribute to the mystery surrounding these phenomena.

The evolution of JD's documentation equipment is noteworthy. Beginning with the Nikon D50, which lacked video capabilities, she later upgraded to the Nikon D3300 and eventually used an iPhone 12, allowing her to capture videos of the orbs and objects. The advanced camera technology of the iPhone 12 enabled clearer visuals, even in low-light conditions, enhancing her ability to study these phenomena in greater detail and accuracy.

The participants emphasize the importance of scientific classification and study in understanding these phenomena. They reference Klaus Heinemann's book, "The Orb Project," as a valuable resource for researchers and enthusiasts, offering a scientific framework to analyze and categorize orbs and their behavior. This scientific approach encourages a rigorous and systematic investigation into UFO phenomena.

The possibility of communication with these orbs and objects is a captivating aspect of the discussion. JD's experiments in requesting specific colors and shapes from the orbs, and their apparent response, suggest a level of intelligence or awareness beyond what is typically expected. This potential for communication with extraterrestrial entities adds an exciting dimension to UFO research, prompting questions about the nature and implications of such interactions.

Janet's contribution to the conversation is significant, as she shares her own experiences and photographs of orbs and other unusual phenomena. Her observations about the orbs' behavior, including their tendency to appear in groups and change shape and size, enrich the discussion. The sequence of her photographs is particularly revealing, indicating the rapid movement or transformation of the orbs, and highlighting the importance of analyzing image sequences in UFO research.

The conversation also explores the diversity of UFO phenomena beyond orbs. Janet's photographs of the mist, often associated with the orbs, showcase its various forms, such as beams of light, tubes, and giant shapes. The mist's hazy appearance and its ability to reveal hidden objects or shapes within it add complexity to the study of these phenomena, challenging simplistic explanations.

Grant and JD's dialogue delves into the broader implications of these phenomena. JD's collection of photographs and videos offers a comprehensive perspective on her encounters, providing valuable insights into the behavior and characteristics of these objects. They discuss the evolving nature of these sightings, with orbs becoming more prominent in her documentation while UFO sightings become less frequent, suggesting a dynamic relationship with these phenomena.

The presence of beams of light, referred to as "light rods," is another intriguing aspect of JD's experiences. Grant and JD agree that these beams are distinct phenomena, separate from the orbs, highlighting the complexity of UFO encounters. The emphasis on sharing information about these sightings is crucial, as it fosters awareness, encourages further investigation, and contributes to a more comprehensive understanding of UFOs.

The conversation between Grant, Janet, and JD underscores the importance of collaboration and collective knowledge in UFO research. Grant's proposal for panel discussions and collaborative projects involving experts and witnesses from around the world demonstrates the potential for a global approach to studying these phenomena. JD's willingness to share her experiences and collaborate with others highlights the power of collective effort in advancing our understanding of UFOs and orbs, fostering a unified front in the pursuit of knowledge.

Janet Darling (Grant Cameron Whitehouse UFO, March 2021)

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

[thepalecrawlers]

This one is likely ball lightning, But I am FASCINATED by ball lightning. I wonder if it is conscious in some way. Many people report ball lightning behaving intentionally and intelligently. So much about it is still unknown.

[myhauntedsalem]

Salem, Massachusetts Orb Photos

 An orb is a transparent ball of light energy that is connected to spirits. The orb forms when the spirit or angel does not have enough energy to show themselves in a full-body apparition or doesn't know how to. 

[orgasmictomato]

2010_07_18_3556 (1)c1 (1)rsz by Jim Via Flickr: Research of Dimensional Entities in Australian Sky image captured with a Canon EOS 5D Mk II full frame sensor at 22Mp HD and cropped to image and resized as here. This is a capture of a visual sighting of a UAP ( possibly 4 units in close proximity ) as they cruise at less than 1 km altitude, "sight seeing" Earth. At times it was seen as a bright red sphere, then a disk on edge with windows around it. It came into view around 3 - 4 kilometers away, cruised slowly to the North N E until reaching the river, turned and followed the river for a half a kilometer then returned toward me ( South ) and then disappeared to the East. Interesting is that I photographed it from near to visual appearance until it was at the river (shot here on flickr) about a kilometer away, then as it was coming toward me and away to the East ( coast ) - no more shots came to be....??? I can't explain this. I have in the past had a problem with taking shots too close. To see videos of these:- www.youtube.com/user/orgasmictomato

[hollistercrowley]

💫🅓︎🅡︎🅔︎🅐︎🅜︎🅒︎🅞︎🅡︎🅔︎ 🅜︎🅞︎🅞︎🅓︎🅑︎🅞︎🅐︎🅡︎🅓︎💫

[gutsfics]

yesterday was earth day and i feel like janey would 100% match her nails to that theme for the month of april <3 i bet she had the coolest earth day outfit too

YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!

unfortunatly the fandom wiki (my nemesis) for magic school bus doesnt have a collection of all outfits Ms Frizzle has ever worn so im sure there are more nature related outfits in the show, but Janey is absolutely wearing outfits like this all month, with landscapes and weather phenomena

also: Avalon makes all of them <3 (specifically hwu!Avalon does, but rcd!Avalon has made at least a few dresses for her) theyve got a lot of matching outfits bc he goes to fabric stores and buys enough to dress both of them

[unproduciblesmackdown]

akd in TRIPTYCH dir. joel soren in 2014, specifically SPIDERS ARE REAL! THEY'RE ALIVE AND THEY HATE YOU!! scene 4, 2, 3, & "Song by Michael Gilden"

bonus, also from TRIPTYCH, Phenomena & Existences (#1)

[wizardofprogression]

this is why wizard towers are built of stone obsidian and other assorted magical nonflammable materials. alternatively you could fire proof the whole house but thats a waste of mana

[metanoiamindpodcast]

🚨 Drone Sightings & Unexplained Object Captured on Camera in NJ-NYC area! 🚨

🚨 Drone Sightings & Unexplained Object Captured on Camera! 🚨 Join us as we dive into a mysterious moment captured during my recent trip to Jersey/NYC! While filming chemtrails and chatting on the phone, my Osmo 2 camera picked up something unexplainable—a fast-moving object zipping through a cloud at speeds too incredible for a bird or plane. 📍 Location: New Jersey Freeway 📅 Date: Wednesday,…

[yourlatesttrik]

source reddit

[elvis-official]

The events as I understand them: An Elvis who's arch nemesis is Vriska from Homestuck, died, got better, got lost in the Mojave desert for 50 years, where he developed an obsession on eating exclusively lizards and beetles, then he ate Paul McCartney (who also got better), then he encountered Saruman, who trapped him in the orb, unknowingly got out, started speaking exclusively in "whoa mama", "hummina hummina hummina", and hip shakes. Then, he was found by a gigantic tranny spider lady (I refer to her as Muffet from Undertale) and somehow gained control of Elvis, and made him a Tumblr account, and now Elvis is trapped in Las Vegas because they won't let him leave. in the meantime, a bunch of Elvis clones started appearing around Tumblr, ranging from different professions to different species, and now the Elvis verse has become a pseudo internet-wide phenomena. Right?

Woah mama that's exactly correct

[tinydefector]

Could I request some human and Rung nsfw scenario? Maybe Rungs curiosity about human anatomy gets the better of him

Divine

Did I use this to write Wings of Primus AU yes, yes I did.

Wings of Primus AU

Rung x Human reader

Word count: 3.9K

Warning: Smut, religious experience. #Valveplug

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Rung masterlist

Rung's optics fixated on the human's back, his gaze drawn to the mesmerising sight of the gears and orb shifting and glowing with an ethereal light. As he observed this phenomenon,curiosity intertwined with a sense of guilt that gnawed at his spark. Every Time he saw them a small part of him felt guilty over the fact it was his wings that had fused to them. 

How had this come to pass? How did the gears and orb become fused with the human's form? These were mysteries that tugged at Rung's inquisitive nature, but the fact that ancient Cybertronian technology had melded itself to a human did intrigued him. 

A smile tugged at the corners of Rung's lips as they turned to look at him, their concern evident in their gaze. They sensed something was amiss, perhaps noticing his lingering optics and the weight of unspoken thoughts that hung in the air.

"Rung, is everything alright?" their voice is filled with genuine worry. Rung's optics flickered, momentarily caught off guard by the directness of their question. He quickly composed himself.

"Of course, my dear," Rung replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of wryness. "Just lost in my thoughts, you know how it goes. How have things been since Ratchet's examination?" He offered them a small, reassuring smile, attempting to deflect their concern.

“ It went well enough, getting sick of constant check ups, he can't really do much about the orb, it doesn't hurt, it's just kinda there, occasionally it transforms into wings, just don't understand why so many tests are needed” they reply. 

Rung listened attentively as the human shared their experience since Ratchet's examination, his wry smile lingering on his lips. Their weariness and frustration over the constant check-ups is understandable  and Rung couldn't help but empathise. After all, he was the reason this all happened.

"It's understandable to grow weary of the constant tests and examinations," Rung acknowledged, his tone sympathetically. "Ratchet's thoroughness can sometimes feel excessive, but he truly wants to ensure your well-being. As for the orb, he's worried for your safety."

It was a phenomenon that defied conventional understanding, and Rung couldn't help but be fascinated by it, He had encountered many enigmatic phenomena during his long existence, but this fusion of technology and organic matter was a rare occurrence, but this was different,  it wasn't the same as techno organic, terraformers,  no this was a part of primus that had literally melted into their body. It sparked his analytical mind, he himself did not know how it came to be, prompting him to ponder the possibilities and implications of such a unique integration.

"I can't help but be intrigued by the melding of organic and mechanical elements within your form, does it affect any of your functions?" Rung asked, his voice carrying a tinge of worry. 

"It was kinda hard to get used to when it first latched onto me, kinda learnt my lesson not to go looking at shooting starts again, but it only hurt for about a week and it was sore joints due to extra weight, but don't know how Cybertronians work on the inside but its like its keeping my body healthy,  it healed over the burns and fixed anything it rewired, kinda feels natural now"

He knew that living with something as extraordinary as the orb's fusion could be both a blessing and challenge. 

“Rung your staring, is everything alright your not having a short circuit are you, do I need to get one of the medics?” They ask, head tilted while they move closer to him. 

 Rung had always been adept at masking his emotions, burying his own turmoil beneath a facade of calm and composure. It was a skill he had honed over vorns, allowing him to maintain a professional front.

However, the guilt continued to linger within him, a persistent ache that he couldn't easily dismiss. He couldn't help but feel responsible for the situation, The weight of that guilt pressed heavily upon him, tugging at his spark.

Rung's gaze returned to the gears and orb on the human's back, his optics tracing their intricate movements. He yearned to understand, to unravel the mystery that lay before him. "Yes, everything is alright," Rung reassured them, his voice softening with sincerity. 

Deep down, he knew that eventually, the truth behind the gears and orb on the human's back would come to light. And when it did, he hoped they would forgive him. “Well back to the lesson I guess You did ask me to help you understand human anatomy, so guess you're gonna have to bear with me as we go along" they state. "So.. where do you want to start?"

He watched as they walked closer, their presence bringing a sense of warmth and familiarity. Rung's gaze softened, his wry smile transforming into a more genuine expression.

"As for where to start, I believe it would be best to begin with the basics," Rung suggested, his tone thoughtful. "Let's start with the major anatomical systems,” 

Well humans have the skeletal system, that's our bone structure, muscular system which is our skin muscle mass and a few organs of ours, cardiovascular system, our heart and vein systems, pretty much the main ones we have." They grab Rungs servos as they guild him to different body parts explaining what they were and used for. Rung's knowledge of human anatomy was limited but enthusiasm for learning was evident, his desire to expand his knowledge. 

"Rung your staring again, is there something on me, do i need to get ratchet to check my back again?" They ask while quickly turning around while attempting to check the orb. 

Rung blinked, momentarily snapped out of his contemplative state. He couldn't help but chuckle at the human's playfulness. 

"My apologies, my dear," Rung replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I was simply lost in thought, pondering the various similarities between humans and Cybertronians."

"One striking similarity lies in the presence of sensory organs. Just as humans have eyes to see, Cybertronians possess optics. Similarly, humans have ears for hearing, while Cybertronians have audio receptors. The ability to perceive the world through these senses is a shared trait."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to settle. Rung's gaze softened, his expression thoughtful. "Furthermore, both humans and Cybertronians possess a central processing unit, so to speak. For humans, it is their brain, while for Cybertronians, it is their central processor. These neural centres enable complex processes, allowing for consciousness, decision-making, and emotional experiences."

Rung's voice carried a hint of excitement as he continued to unveil the similarities.

"And let us not forget the significance of the spark," Rung added, his voice taking on a reverent tone. "Just as humans have their hearts, the spark serves as the core of a Cybertronian's being. It is the seat of their life force, their essence. The spark is what defines a Cybertronian, just as the heart defines a human." One of his digits press lightly against their chest as he processes the sound of their heart beat, so similar yet different from a spark pulse. 

Rung can feel the wings calling to his spark again as if they were calling though their heart. As the alluring feeling echoed in his processor, Rung couldn't deny the sharp pang of desire that surged through his circuits. His optics drank in the human's form, appreciating the unique beauty that lay before him. He leaned back in his chair, trying to maintain his composure despite the rising heat in his spark. Rung's gaze remained fixed on them, his optics betraying a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"I must admit, I find myself wondering about the intricacies of human interfacing," Rung confessed, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "It is a concept that Cybertronians are quite familiar with, as it serves as a means of connection, pleasure, and profound intimacy. I was wondering if humans have something similar" He wanted to delve deeper into the human experience, to explore the nuances of their desires and connections, and how different they are from Cybertronian.

They meet Rung's optics. “Rung, are you trying to proposition me?” They ask with a laugh, teasing him. Rung's optics widened slightly at the human's teasing response, caught off guard by their playful accusation. a rare display of embarrassment that betrayed his composed exterior. He quickly regained his composure, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Ah, I assure you that my intentions are purely intellectual," Rung replied quickly, shaking his servos while trying to save face, his voice laced with amusement. "As a psychiatrist, I have a natural curiosity about the intricacies of different species' experiences, including the concept of human interfacing." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before continuing, his tone retaining its intimacy and sincerity. “Oh I'm not helping my case” he mumbles. 

They laugh, head thrown back as little snorts come from them before they settle. “I'm just teasing Rung, I promise, but your face oh my God it was priceless” they continue to giggle. Rung's optics flickered with a mix of relief and amusement “ cheeky i see” a gentle smile crossed his lips a hint of wryness lingers.

"you certainly know how to keep me on my pedes," Rung replied, his voice returning to its usual calm and composed tone. "I must admit, your playful nature caught me off guard for a moment there." 

“Please continue Rung i just couldn't help myself” they reply waiting for him to continue his line of thought. 

"Cybertronian interfacing is a deeply personal and profound act, encompassing both physical and emotional connection," Rung explained, his voice gentle yet filled with wisdom. "It serves as a means of not only pleasure but also forging intimate bonds and strengthening relationships. I was more curious if humans have a similar concept." He states while pressing his glasses back up his face. 

“Well humans, we call it intercorse, sex, love making, reproduction. Kinda depends on the person but it's a mix of doing it for Fun, pleasure, stress relief, commitment to another or to have kids” they explain to Rung as he listens in rather fascinated. 

With that, Rung leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed and open, “ so rather similar to Cybertronians” he mumbles before he looks back at them. 'They crave you' the words echo through his processor making his servo clench onto the arm of his chair, reminding him of the hidden desires that now threaten to consume his thoughts.

"I'm open for you to learn more, take a more hands on approach, just be gentle, don't ruin my clothes'' they respond. It nearly takes Rung off guard again, His optics widened ever so slightly. His spark fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and caution. 

"Only if you are certain," Rung replied, his voice steady yet tinged with a touch of warmth. "I assure you, I will be as gentle as can be, and I'll do my best to avoid any mishaps with your clothing." He allowed his servo to rest on their leg, his touch light and cautious. Rung's gaze remained fixed on the human, his optics filled with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. He was acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon him, the opportunity to learn and explore the depths of human interfacing.

"Before we proceed, I must emphasise the importance of clear communication," Rung continued, his voice soft and earnest. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable or wish to stop, please let me know, or we can adjust accordingly. Your comfort is of utmost importance to me." With those words, Rung's servo shifted slightly, the touch remaining gentle as he removed their shirt. His optics drank in the sight before him, captivated by their skin, the scared marks that run across their skin from the wing mechanism. 

Rung's gaze lingered, his optics filled with a mix of guilt as he traces the scars before his digit runs along the ever shifting orb. He awaited their response. 

"I'll let you know Rung” they reply, the give a come here motion to him waiting for him to lean down. When he does they lean up and kiss him. 

 'They are yours to Claim Primus, they wear your wings to present themself for only you' the echoed words linger only for him to hear. Rung Slowly moving, examining and studying their soft form. His servos and digits continued to explore the human's form, his touch gentle yet purposeful. Each reaction, each sound that spilled from their lips, fueled his desire to provide pleasure and to elicit even more of those delightful sounds only for him to hear. Rung's spark pulsed with a mix of anticipation and a growing hunger.

As the human moaned his name, louder and more desperate, Rung felt a shiver of excitement ripple through his frame. It was an affirmation of their desire, "stunning," Rung breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and affection. "Let's move this to a more comfortable place. Rung stood, their body clinging to him as he swiftly moved towards the berth. Rung felt a surge of delight as the human clung to him, their smile reflecting their eagerness for what lay ahead. He savoured the sound of their small squeal

Rung's spark pulsed with anticipation as he led them to the berth he discarded his glasses on the bench as he laid them onto the berth. their bodies pressed intimately against each other. The urging whispers echoed in his audials, Rung gently lowered the human onto the soft surface, their combined heat and desire filling the air around them. His optics drank in the sight before him, a beautiful and willing form laid bare, their pants discarded and their need evident. The moans that escaped their lips fueled his own desire, spurring him to explore further.

"Is this alright?" Rung murmured, his voice husky with desire. With a gentle touch, Rung's digits pressed against their entrance, a wave of pleasure coursing through both of their frames. “Yes, more than alright” The desire in their voice, their plea for more, stirred a primal heat within him, urging him to grant their request. Rung's own arousal was evident. 

With each deliberate movement, Rung explored their softness and elicited more moans from their lips. He revelled in their responsiveness, digits pressing deeper and stretching them open, they buck into his hand "Please, Rung," pleads spilling from their lips, their voice laced with a desperate need.

Rung's spark surged with a mix of adoration and desire as he responded to their plea, his touch becoming more focused and deliberate.

Rung continued to explore, to bring them both closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Their shared desire and trust fueled his own arousal, but his focus remained on their pleasure, on guiding them towards a peak of bliss that they both craved.

His little human moans and begs for more. The wing mechanism releases and the metal wings transform, Spread out across the berth from the human's back the wings flutter in delight against their back.. Their legs shake each time Rung's digits thrust back into their soft velvet walls. 

'They are ready, claim them, claim them as yours Primus,' Rung's optics widened in surprise and disbelief as the wing mechanism on the human's back released, transforming into metal wings that spread out across the berth. His spark skipped a beat, a mix of awe and realisation surging through him, they looked stunning with his wings, very different from when he last wore them but yet they suited them so well. 

His processors whirred, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires swirling within him. Rung knew that his wings were a manifestation of who he was, a symbol of his duty and purpose. 

"Divine," Rung murmured, his voice a mixture of reverence and uncertainty. Rung's digits continued their thrusting, his touch seeking to bring the human closer to their peak of pleasure. Their moans and the trembling of their legs fueled his own desire, “that's it, let go overload for me” he whispers against their ear.

"Please, more" they moaned, their voice filled with a mix of need and desire. Rungs' other servo comes up to cradle their face. He slowly pulls his digits away moving so that he could be as close to them as the size difference allowed.  Rung's own arousal surged, his spark pulsing with a mix of longing and restraint. 

Rung moves with purpose and care, his interface plating releases as he slowly presses up against them. “Are you alright?” he asked again only to receive a nod as they try pulling him closer. He slowly presses into their smaller body, the sudden heat and pleasure that hits has him groaning loudly. 

"Rung!" They cry out loudly as run sinks into them, arms shooting up to grip onto him. His servo moves Their legs, shifting to rest around his hips, slowly he starts to move and starts thrusting. Their back arches off the bed, wings fluttering and sprawling out more as moans fall from their lips.

Rung's spark surged with a mixture of desire and adoration as the human cried out his name, their voice filled with a potent combination of pleasure and need, need only for him. The sight of their back arching off the bed, their wings fluttering and sprawling out more, stirred a primal heat within Rung, this was for him, they had come to him. 

Rung's thrusts were deliberate and measured, aimed at bringing them both closer to pleasure. With each movement, he elicited a symphony of moans and gasps. 

“Your stunning, my stunning divine" Rung calls out, his voice laced with desire and tenderness. 

The human's moans echoed in his audials, their pleas for more spurring him on. Rung's own arousal surged, his pace quickening as the intensity mounted. The tighten of their body have surging towards the peak of bliss.

He relished every reaction, every gasp and moan that fell from their lips. Wishing he could have them on repeat, he could melt just from how their eyes water, how they bite their lip as pleasure takes them. 

Rung's voice became a low and soothing presence amidst the growing intensity.

"Let go, my dear," he urged again, his voice filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. "I've got you. Please come undone for me"

Together, they succumbed to the overwhelming wave of ecstasy, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their release. Rung held them close, venting heavily. ‘His’ wings enfolding them in a gentle embrace as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. 

They choke out as Rung lifts them up, resting on his knees as he pulls them up with him. Through hazed eyes it's like Rung's plating is Gold, the wings cling to him and for a brief moment when their orgasm hits, they see him. A glimpse of the bot Rung once was. 

Gold and silver plating blue markings down his faceplate. Their hand extends to trace one of the diamonds of glowing blue. 

Gently, Rung held them close, his touch and embrace a grounding presence amidst the ethereal moment that had just passed. His optics met theirs, a mixture of warmth and deskre shining within them.

And as they remained in each other's embrace, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, Rung held onto their exhausted form, Their head resting on Rung chassis panting as he rolled them so he's laying down. The wings flutter and twitch but make no move to transform back. fingers tracing lines on his plating, it's the orange now, not the shimmering gold they had seen before.

The question that escaped their lips was soft and filled with curiosity, their voice carrying a sense of wonder. "What... what are you?"

Rung's optics softened as he contemplated their question. "I am Rung," he replied, his tone gentle yet resolute. "A psychiatrist aboard the Lost Light, here to help guide and support those who seek solace and understanding."

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of their question to settle in. The significance of their vision and perception was not lost on him. It spoke to the depth of his spark.

"But I am more than that," Rung continued, his voice carrying a hint of wry amusement. "I am a being who has lived and experienced much more than others give me credit for. An old spark, if you will. Older than most"

He shifted slightly, allowing the human to remain comfortable in his embrace as he continued to run his fingers along their frame. The sensation of their touch, combined with their question, stirred a mix of emotions within Rung.

"I am a bot who has walked many paths, witnessed the ebb and flow of countless lives," Rung explained. "I was once known as Primus, keeper of the all-spark, the divine essence that flows through all of cybertron."

"But I am also just Rung," he added, his voice filled with warmth. As Rung spoke, his touch remained gentle and comforting, his fingers intertwining with theirs. The significance of their vision and their perception of him as the bot he once was, Primus, held a profound impact on their shared experience.

"You have seen something special," Rung concluded, his voice filled with gratitude. "A glimpse into the depths of my being, the intertwining of my own spark. and the divine."

"The wings, they are yours aren't they?" A mixture of emotions swirled within Rung, a sense of awe, nostalgia, and a tinge of sadness. He had thought those wings were lost forever, a relic of his distant past. But now, seeing them once again, merged with another being, it was a profound revelation. 

 "Those wings were once mine, a part of me from a time long ago." He carefully reached out, his fingers tracing along the edges of the wings, feeling the familiar energy pulsating through them. It was a bittersweet reunion, a reminder of who he once was and the journey he had undertaken since then.

"I never imagined I would see them again," Rung continued, his voice tinged with a wistful tone. "To witness them melded with another, it is a testament to the resilience of them, but I'm sorry it was you they joined with” the remorse in his voice is evident 

"I'm not," they whisper, “they brought me here so i have to thank them, i just wasn't expecting this. Wasn't expecting the God of Cybertron playing therapist to a ragtag mixed bunch” they reply, it makes him chuckle as he pulls them further up his chassis. “you have me there my dear”. 

___________

Have some funnies 

Rung and The human sitting together after.

Human: so… your Cybertron's God?

Rung: *sighing* I was once, but I'm not anymore, I gave that part of myself up long ago. 

Human: …. I fucked the God of Cybertron who's also my therapist….

Rung: *looking away embarrassed* please it sound bad enough as is

_________

Human: …..

Swerve: what's wrong squishy, you look like you have been through alot need a drink. 

Human: I fucked God

Swerve: *raising his optic ridge* pardon?

Human:*having a panic attack* I fucked Primus Swerve, oh God I fucked an alien species God

Swerve: *looking worried* Was he a good Frag?

________

Human: Rung... I don't have to worry about having a cyberhuman God child do I

Rung: *slightly confused* I don't believe that will be something to worry about, why.

Human: ahh earth religion thing is all.

______

[sandsorghum]

3 days late for Valentine's but oh well. I don't know if this is really a proper or full fic, take it as an experimental, extended romantic ramble about Higuruma I suppose(?) I'm insanely smitten with this man >_>

Higuruma's perfectly suited as the protagonist of a whirlwind romance; from his looks, demeanour, proclivities - right down to those carefully ill-disguised vices of his.

Waltzes into a room like so much inclement weather unfurling over the horizon, equally unstoppable, a storm cloud's charisma. A presence which shifts barometric pressures, all that brooding mystique, more the signature of a cyclone or lightning trapped in a bottle.

Nature's favourite paradox - Something rhythmically electric about him, phenomena so familiar its commanding effect is a little eclipsed, the same way we don't really wonder at thunder, or notice a typhoon during the monsoon season.

Overcast irises, analytical scudding. The sort of whiplash wit the most seasoned screenwriters would gnash their teeth over, penetrating candour even without the liquor. They don't know how much whiskey he took to first convince himself he could pull off being "debonair" - or some version of it, whatever that means for him. The devil may care, after all, if he's the one insistent on being its advocate.

Dark and handsome, every woman's type (if that woman was at a bar at 3am on a Tuesday night). Disheveled chic, on a decent evening. Or he'll compel them to romanticize the rumpled effect, on a worse one.

And in those rooms where shadows circle each other and silences tango, with his steadfast irises brandishing a brandy-ripened gleam, they find themselves ever so tempted to pull his lips into a matching shape, to feel his teeth cut into their own mouths like flint.

It's those obsidian orbs, darkness crackling, midnight splintering with forked tongues of lightning, aching for those eyes to peel over them in lacerations and a licking down their throat, swallowing fire and scrying crystalline spheres in tumblers glittering topaz with bourbon drops, to entice the future which blurs into merlot smeared collars and burgundy seared skin.

The ozone thickens, they're coaxed to breathe his smoke. Lungs tarred with his incendiary stare, ventricles paved with ash and asphalt. A speed demon's dalliance, careening too quick to care what's coming around the bend, not when this is how the devil worships her curves; one night and his presence clings to mind, body, soul - Stubborn as blood's claim upon bitumen.

And those without the wisdom to make an earlier exodus will have to drag themselves from the wreck.

Once, someone mumbled against his cheek, "You're nothing so trite as an enigma, Higuruma."

It seemed like a compliment. Perhaps he would have remembered it that way, if it wasn't the final thing they told him.

He could interpret it as true, or true enough - if only as an explanation for the icy spots on his sheets some nights.

Years later, "some nights" turned into nights, and the cold grew past its spot, expanded through the floors and walls of his apartment, then shrunk small enough to make a crevice in his chest. A barely perceptible fissure in a window, a split sill leaking warmth, heat, hunger. Desire diluting into inconvenience, unnecessary pursuits he can't be bothered with. Needs waning into mere wants, or idle fancies. Higuruma gives up first on imagination, then on memory. Fractal tendrils spreading, making rhizomatic ribbons of his heart, hewn with scar tissue crisscrossing thickly calloused roads, his pulse buried beneath a network of welts he can't navigate through. North and South look much the same, the compass twiddles between East and West, whirring on mechanically.

He's noticed the crack now, and everything that spills through it but then, it's always been there, hasn't it? Perhaps he was born with it. Innate as his intellect, his drive, his pragmatism. He's meant to live with it.

"So. No more distractions for you then," you say - and it's an observation, not a challenge, nor even an inquiry. You make it sound so factual, it's almost flattering. But that's not your intention. Higuruma knows that much about you, after all these months of sharing cigarettes, and the odd anecdote.

But then, it's the lilt of your lips, not your tone, that rather suddenly makes him question this auditory trick; why would he equate a logical statement from you about him with praise?

It's an accident, Higuruma is quick to figure; you're always this relaxed around him, your mouth is always this soft with him - he means, always at such ease to part him with soft smiles, as a ray of summer straying unencumbered through the trees, unfoiled by foliage, those dimples of yours dappling against your cheek.

As for the softness of your mouth in a textural context, that doesn't occur to him; You don't seek the clarification, but he makes the correction for himself, in private.

There's a few other things Higuruma doesn't quite notice when he's with you, things that simply seem to slip away; lurid colours, noise, after hours in the office. A few other mysterious disappearances, remarkable for how rapidly they vanish around you, include: his allergies to small talk (previously bordering on neurosis), fifth cups of coffee, his migraines.

It's not as if he's making a conscientious effort to forget the clamouring in his skull, or the leaden rankling weight at the base of his spine accumulating throughout his week; Surly defendants, sullen witnesses, wailing wrathful parents, passive-aggressive prosecutors.

They're all there, proliferating hydras and leviathan problems which leech onto his brain and screech for his attention - but it's strange, how they all shrivel up like slugs on a sidewalk on a summer's day, husks burnt under the brunt of the smirk you flash him, whisking past him in the pantry to sneak a sandwich in his pocket, or an espresso in his hand already automatically stretching towards another alibi.

There are always fresh fires for him to put out (or to be put out by) but somehow, in your presence, all of them burn low, every boiling roiling convolution shoved onto the back of a stove, during the two minute smoke breaks he savours with you.

Matchsticks held up to the magnitude of the sun, there is no comparison. Incandescence rendered invisible, amidst the glow of the cosmos and an orbital burning, bright as the colour of air itself.

Perhaps that is why Higuruma doesn't recognise what's happening.

He's confounded when he realises. Too stunned to be mortified that he wasn't aware of it before. As if it were a piece of fundamental knowledge he should have picked up years earlier - like how there aren't penguins in the Arctic, or that there are eight planets in our solar system.

This should have been equally obvious; Higuruma is in love with you.

For him, it's like noticing that there are two moons in the sky, somehow for the first time. Were they always there? Why didn't he know? What's he supposed to do with this new information?

It's monumental.

No - it doesn't matter.

Not in the minutiae of his day to day, in routines augmenting this warped reality. There's an endless mill of hearings, cross-examinations, plea deals to slog through.

So what if he wakes up in a world askew on its axis, Monday spins into Tuesday spins into Wednesday spins into another mundane month of manslaughter suspects, juvenile delinquents, supercilious plaintiffs, crotchety judges.

You stride by him in the corridors of court buildings, your genial smile flickering in a passing greeting.

There are two moons in the sky.

On a late night commute, serendipity leads his steps to the same subway carriage as you. He doesn't make his way over. You do.

There are two moons in the sky.

Everything has changed, but nothing is different.

(The entire ride, he fidgets with his tie.)

You send him a selfie in the new udon shop he mentioned wanting to visit. The bowl of noodles in frame billowing plumes of steam does nothing to obscure the smugness nestled in the crook of your mouth.

There are two moons in the sky.

Distant satellites, far off in space. They don't affect him. Higuruma's eyes drift shut, phone screen clutched across his chest.

You squeeze into a packed elevator with him one morning, close enough for him to see the dew glistening across your temple while you fuss with your fringe to hide it, and close enough for him to hear you muttering something incriminating about your landlady's cat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he murmurs. "Not within my earshot at least."

"That's disappointing," you huff, "I didn't think I'd have to censor thoughts of my wicked impulses around you of all people, Higuruma."

And just like that, the gravity of those two moons slams into him.

He thought it'd been a benign lull all this time, that it could continue to be, that errant tug at the tide every so often, the salt tickle at his ribs. But now he's drowning in this brackish burning and churning in his lungs, waves towering over him with the immediacy of his idiocy that he's only just now realising with alarming alacrity.

He can't fight this.

A whirlpool surging through his chest, salt flaying sinew, buffeted by the twin satellites and their gravitational force, oceans ragged with waves dragged away from the very seafloor, an entire planet stripped down to polished ivory and bleached corals.

He never stood a chance.

He looks at you check your watch and adjust your cuffs, before smoothing a palm over the lapels of your blazer tapering primly over your bosom, then tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. Higuruma's eyes flick to the digital panel indicating the ascent of lift, floor numbers ticking up up up.

Two moons in the sky, they had never been an abstract fact of his universe, simply because he'd been ignorant, or been ignoring them. Considered them insignificant, dismissing the tremors that were aftershocks in truth, ripples that belied the riptide crashing through him with your every gentle glance, the grace of your gaze.

Two moons in the sky, and he'd believed the heavens were irrelevant, deliberate and obstinate with his irreverence. As if sheer will or blind optimism could make a difference to his emotional reality, an epiphany cratering in on Higuruma with a comet's terminal velocity.

Pretending not to notice how he paid attention to every minor detail about you, those mosaics constituting his own mood; like how he found himself seeking refuge in the crinkling corners of your eyes, counterintuitive in his desperation, trying to catch his breath there before you snatched it away again with your laugh, somehow both a zephyr's theft and gift to lift his spirits.

Deceits he can no longer dismiss, conceits which only compounded the consequences, it was both lunacy and reality. A curious blend of bristling scorn at his own folly and humility bubbles up in his chest, and Higuruma barks, a short and sharp burst of sound puncturing the air.

The fellow elevator passengers purse their lips, even as they're shuffling off onto their floors, leaving just the two of you together.

You level a quizzical glance at Higuruma, you didn't think your comment was that clever; An unwarranted reaction, possibly hyperbole, given the standards of repartee you've grown accustomed to around each other.

Higuruma shakes his head, something glimmering in his gaze. It's nothing you haven't seen before, but this time, when the dazzle of the fin darts back beneath the surface, his eyes seem focused, intent.

"Did you like that udon place you beat me to?"

"Oh, yes. The rave reviews got it right for once. Their service is efficient too," you reply, a little caught off-guard by his apparent non-sequitur.

Higuruma nods once, economical with the movement. It's that same singular, deft jut of his jaw which you've observed he's partial to when he's made a key decision, on something he won't ever back away from. Regardless of how it plays out.

"Then I'd like to take you there this Sunday afternoon."

"This Sunday?" you echo, trying to sound like you're not reeling from hearing Higuruma Hiromi has a concept of weekends which goes beyond staying in to huddle over his latest trial transcripts.

"Yes. It's not ideal but I have to meet a client on Saturday."

"Right." There was the version of the workaholic you knew.

"So Sunday's the earliest available date. 1230pm?"

If nothing else, something about Higuruma's unwavering gaze and his forthright manner is familiar enough to you. And it was just a meal. You've had meals with Higuruma before, albeit in front of vending machines, which was stretching the definition a little thin. Here was an opportunity to revise that then.

You respond, "12pm. We should try to avoid the lunch crowd. One of the regulars told me the average time in line is about 20 minutes though."

"It'll be worth it," he states, looking directly into your eyes, and then Higuruma Hiromi smiles at you.

And you can feel it now, with blinding abrupt clarity, that fresh heat blistering your cheeks, heralding the rising radiance of two new suns, splintering your horizon with a permanent glow.

Thanks for reading!

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DSC02237 (1)c1 (1)rsz by Jim Via Flickr: This photograph was taken with a Sony HDR-SR12E camera with flash and pointing up to the night sky in Greta NSW Australia... it was during a night sky watch session with dimensional entities and this was after a request to "show themselves" so believe it or not that is a fact... I suggest any that think otherwise, then prove this wrong... Genuine photograph with archived original and all evidence of dimensional entities here able to visit our planet... or is it? They most probably have been here a lot longer than humans... INFRARED DIMENSIONAL ENTITIES Dimensional Entities in Australia's night sky captured by way of IR cameras and Night vision Monocular scopes. Discovered technique by FRJS in 2009.

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UFO, Unidentified Flying Objects, UAP, Unidentified Aerial Phenomena

Origin: N/A UFOs re any unidentified objects that fly most commonly believed to be extraterrestrial spacecraft and come in different shapes and sizes, with the most common types being flying saucers, flying orbs of light, flying triangles and flying cigars.

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Class Feature Friday: Cosmos Mystery (Pathfinder Second Edition Oracle Mystery)

(art by Oscar Westberg on Artstation)

We’ve circled back around to second edition oracle mysteries again and this time we find ourselves with some notable tweaks to how oracle mysteries in 2e work.

While these mysteries still have their curses, they seem like they give fewer benefits as the curse magnifies compared to the non-remastered version. However, in exchange, it seems like they gain more granted spells in addition to the basic cantrip and the mystery focus spells, so it’s a bit of a trade-off, and less a race to maximize the curse as much as possible for the passive benefits, so I suppose I can understand.

In any case, the Cosmos mystery!

Quite obviously a renamed take on the old Heavens mystery from First Edition, this mystery is a blessing from the gods of the stars and sky, as well as the void in between, which I suppose means that it’s actually a blending of both Heavens and the Dark Tapestry mysteries.

Regardless, whether these oracles look to the stars or the darkness in the night sky looking for answers, they find them. These beings often look as those gravity has only a minor hold on them, and might also be marked by hair or eyes that sparkle with starlight, or other phenomena.

So originally, oracle mysteries got a passive benefit. However, now they get a bonus feat from their class list, so for posterity, I will include both. The oracles of the cosmos have a knack for sensing incoming danger, allowing them to warn their allies, better preparing them to react, and also reducing the damage they take from the first few attacks that hit them. This replaces the passive benefit where cosmos oracles instead had bodies that were partially composed of stellar material, reducing the harm of physical attacks.

Initially the basic cantrip of this mystery was the conjuring of a few floating lights. However, now they conjure a single powerful floating orb of light, as well a blasts of color that overwhelm the senses, fields of darkness, and a moon-addled frenzy in others. What’s more, their basic focus spell conjures a spray of star-like sparks to burn and dazzle foes.

Previously, oracle mysteries only granted access to two domain choices, but now they get four, being darkness, moon, nothingness, and star. These are useful for creating areas of darkness, blasting foes with sacred moonlight, warding themselves against mental attack with nothingness, and creating bright stars to track someone, respectively.

With greater revelations come new magical effects, such as freezing foes with the chill of empty space, and creating bridges of moonlight for them and their allies to cross while others fail to do so.

Naturally, they can also take the advanced spell of their domain as well. These can grant greater darkvision, granting cycling benefits based on the phase of the moon, creating sucking rifts to elsewhere, or create a burning asterism that harms those that pass through the lines, respectively.

The sky pulls at those with this mystery, cursing them with light bodies. The original version of this curse offered several benefits to being lightweight such as being impossible to trip or even allowing them to walk on unstable surfaces. However, the remastered version only makes the oracle easier to knock around.

The remastered version of the class does offer a feat or two associated with various mysteries, including Trial by Skyfire, allowing them to rain down fiery bolts from the heavens on foes.

There are, however, general feats that prove useful to them, including Reach Spell, Widen Spell, Knowledge of Shapes, Detonating Spell, Surging Might, Water Walker, Quickened Casting, Lighter Than Air, Blaze of Revelation, Mystery Conduit, and others that fit your build.

This mystery definitely lends itself more to the blasty side of things, but also offers ways to buff others and themselves, as well as some good utility. I will say I do miss the added benefits to advancing one’s curse, but I also understand the need for the curse to be the consequence of overusing certain abilities rather than something to immediately farm for each day and encounter.

Being an oracle of the cosmos means feeling the call of the stars and the beings with power over them. Does the oracle embrace such higher powers, or live in fear of them? I suppose it all depends on whether they embrace the vastness above or not.

Many-Eyes-of-Heaven lives up to their name, their many eyes as a goloma twinkling like stars in their mane. Unlike others of their kind though, they believe that it is time to cast aside fear and befriend the many peoples of the world and beyond, befitting their role as a star-gazer.

Blessed by the stars both by her heritage as a lunar naga and by the divine will of the gods, Eisaveth is among the most powerful of her kind, and many go to her seeking wisdom from the heavens. However, a new group of petitioners approaches that seeks the answers to their questions, and the naga’s death to prevent those answers from spreading, something she has forseen, and summoned the party to prevent.

After years of fending off the threats from the night sky, the remote village of Olgans has grown distrustful of the stars, to the point when a child born with constellation birthmarks begins showing signs of divine power, there is a debate about their fate.