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[batty4vamps]

The Lost Boys Motorcycle Headcanons

From someone who lives with a biker and rides on the back of a motorcycle often lol

Includes: gn reader, possessiveness, reckless driving

Dwayne

* His bike is well decorated, but more understated than Marko’s

* To adorn the black tank, he has a custom leopard print gas cap, red pin striping, and ofc all the chrome is always nice and polished

* Because he’s so used to riding with Laddie, being on his bike is relatively safe

* Key word relatively

* He still give you little scares, but you usually aren’t fearing for your life too much when riding with him

* Unless you ask

* In which case, hold on tight

* Cus he knows every route between the boardwalk and the cave

* And he’s a good enough driver to do seriously risky shit

* So you are in for a wild ride

* He just loves the feeling of you holding onto him when he makes a turn particularly sharp and fast

* He loves laughing and hitting you with the “I got you baby, don’t worry”

* He doesn’t mind separating from the pack once in a while either, taking you on risky short cuts or the bluff’s scenic routes depending on the night

* He’ll surprise you on occasion by stopping at a clearing during a full moon to have a little moment alone

* Also, based on experience, he has you braid back his hair and tuck it into his jacket so it isn’t whipping you in the face the whole ride

(There’s some extra Dwayne stuff at the bottom teehee)

David

* He loves his bike more than he shows

* Like it’s pretty basic, solid black and chrome

* But it’s better taken care of than everyone but Dwayne’s

* He loves having you on the back of his bike

* Honestly even if he isn’t the lost boy you’re dating

* He’ll have you ride with him just to piss off whoever you’re with

* If you and him are together though

* He loves seeing people stare as you hop on, knowing you’re off limits

* He loves looking them dead in the eye as you hold tight to his back

* And you absolutely do need to hold on tight cus he drives like an absolute crazy person

* It’s not because he’s a bad driver

* He could make it a smooth ride if he wanted, he knows the area and his bike well enough

* But he likes feeling you cling to him

* He knows you trust him, that’s why it’s fun to push it a little

* You both know that nothing he does will end up getting you hurt

* So he likes to give you a little scare to keep you on your toes

* And to hear you squeal

Paul

* His bike is a sparkly mess honestly

* It’s been repaired and replaced and broken again so many times it’s wild

* Like Dwayne’s good at patching it up, but there’s a line

* But Paul still obviously still covers it in shiny stuff and puts in effort to make it look badass

* It’s mostly silver with white paneling on the sides of the gas tank, but over time it’s all gotten scratched to hell

* It’s not like he doesn’t care, he just exists at the perfect intersection of the worst driver and the one who can do the most tricks

* No one knows how, and everyone finds it infuriating

* He gets lost the minute the guys are out of his sight, he’s never aware of his surroundings, he’s distracted by everything, but somehow he picks up every stunt first try

* He shows off for you even more than Marko

* Usually he gets whatever the trick was perfect

* Then, right when you start cheering, gets distracted and goes straight into a tree

* Luckily he has the innate ability to laugh everything off, pouting for a sec so you dote on him before going right back to it

* The first time you rode with him you almost went off a cliff

* After that he slowly learned that when your human self is on the bike, he has to lock tf in

* So while he’ll do all the showing off he can when you ride with him, he also tries very very hard to focus on his surroundings

* Cus he’s fine risking his own ass, but he’d rather yours stays intact

Marko

* You know his bike is kitted tf up

* It’s bright red with decals all over the gas tank, tassels, an antenna, all of it

* He’ll look through Dwayne’s old parts and get him to put them on his bike

* As far as driving goes, he’s somehow more insane then David

* And with him it’s only half on purpose

* He obviously knows his way around the bike

* But he vastly overestimates his stunt driving skills and loves an adrenaline rush

* Plus, hearing you squeal and grip his waist is always a plus

* If you’re an adrenaline junky like him though, good god

* Y’all almost eat asphalt a LOT

* After he almost killed you doing a wheelie (iykyk) , you both decide he has to practice alone before doing a trick with you

* Once he gets it though, it’s always a great time

* He shows off for you constantly, and even when he fucks up and gets all pissed off it’s adorable

* His fav thing is taking you out for joyrides on the beach and making a game of how many people he can scare by almost hitting them

Bonus Dwayne mechanic hcs cus I love him

* He spends a LOT of time working on his bike shirtless with the rock box blasting

* Most of the boys know how to make repairs on the bikes (everyone besides Paul, which is ironic considering he breaks his shit the most), but Dwayne is the only one who works on them for fun

* Because of that, his is definitely the most comfortable ride

* He specifically makes sure the back end of the bike has good suspension so you don’t feel bumps as much

* He has a motorcycle catalog subscription delivered to Max’s that he buys custom parts from

* He’s very well acquainted with staff of the local auto-body shop

* Even if you know nothing about motorcycles he’s asking your opinion on everything he picks out

* He’ll even buy you a bike, regardless of your ability to drive it

* He’ll teach you, and start making it perfect for you with mods in the meantime

* Of course he’ll drive you around to your hearts content regardless

[bunisunit]

My brain went haywire and decided to come up with several au ideas. Unfortunately for me, Invader Zim was easiest target to focus on 😭

So here we are, Irken Eclipse. I will add little notes about thoughts I had under the cut as well as what I wrote.

Above the Pak - 'black spots' referring to the panels

Next to his head - 'Scars from training/sparring with Sun and Moon'

Under the Pak - 'Eclipse is jack of all trades - military research, invader, innovations'

Under the previous text - 'He's almost tall enough for consideration as the next Almighty Tallest, followed by Sun and Moon'

Next to the neck sketch - 'Secretly wears Sun's ribbon around his neck (childhood gift before they got assigned roles)

Next to sketch of his hand at the bottom - 'Both hands are scarred'

General thoughts I had when this was cobbled together:

Eclipse is an Irken hiding among humans to study them - he still disguises himself as an animatronic since that's the easiest form for him to take (humans flock to the Pizzaplex daily and the wide variety he sees makes for wonderful study) but if he's alone, he'll turn into his Irken form.

He's smarter than a normal Eclipse, but he isn't born the same way. He's from the same genetic pod as his Sun and Moon which is insanely rare (two in the same pod is odd, but three is shocking), and all three of them have birth defects from being born in the same pod.

Said birth defects are, for one, his height (he blew past the short stage, as did Sun and Moon), discoloration of his skin in patches, heterochromia, and mismatched antennae. Most of the defects are cosmetic, but there is a bit of hearing loss in the more curled antenna, weaker eyesight on the pale side of his face, and thinner skin where the pigment is lighter.

If anyone is genuinely curious, I wouldn't mind fleshing out this AU more fjdjdjdjd

[super-ion]

Valiant

(Original post, Chapter 1)

Chapter 2

"Ellie!"

I blink awake. It's dark, the lighting hasn't switched over to morning mode yet and the sky is still black through the warehouse skylights. In fact, the only light is the gentle blue-white from Val's core. The indicator lights from the diagnostic equipment I have set up are completely dark.

I feel a spike of panic. A black out could mean any number of things, from benign to literal end of the world.

"What's going on?" I ask, fighting my grogginess. "What time is it?"

"I have lost external network connection. My internal clock indicates that it is 2:36:74," she says. Her voice is tinny and distant, likely the embedded speaker that I've managed to patch up.

"Ellie, I am sorry," she says. Her tone is distressed and contrite. She continues in a rush, "local wildlife nested amidst the network antenna and I attempted to relocate the nest. However in the process, I have accidently shorted the main high power bus with my drone peripheral."

Ah. That explains that. She probably tripped the main breaker. It's a terrible design and I've been meaning to add some resiliency, but that keeps getting out prioritized.

"Ellie, I am sorry," she repeats. "I have committed a mistake and I have inconvenienced you."

What?

Oh…

She's having the equivalent of a panic attack. She is a hyper intelligent AI core designed for fleet coordination and battle modeling, where failure to follow orders and standard operating procedure costs lives. This comes with a lot of built in anxiety. I understand that modern starships are less prone to such things, but when she was commissioned, the goal was to produce many warships very quickly. They were ultimately meant to be disposable, which led to some programming shortcuts.

"Hey," I say softly. "Are you okay? That's all I care about right now."

I roll out of my hammock and press my body against the surface of her core so that she can feel the plasmic discharge induced by my contact.

"I am well," she replies, her voice still small and panicked. "My core is isolated from main power. I can provide full diagnostics if you desire."

"No, that's okay. I'm glad you're alright. Should we see what we can do to take care of this?"

"Yes, please…"

She pauses.

"I do not like being disconnected. I… do not like the dark."

My heart breaks a little. Eighty-seven years, that's how long she was alone before I found her. An AI like hers can enter low power mode, but that is still an unfathomably long time. Units like her were never meant to be alone.

I reluctantly disengage from her core.

"I have to go outside," I tell her. She knows this, but I'm hoping it helps to talk through the process. "I'm going to get the headset working, so I'll be able to stay in contact, okay?"

"Thank you"

I pat the surface of her core gently before checking the rf transmitter I rigged up at her access port. It's short range, but it runs on her internal power. We used it a lot before I got her connected to internal and external networks, pretty much for this exact purpose, so I could talk to her without being right next to the core.

Connection looks good. I slip on the ear piece.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you Ellie," she replies.

Her voice through the earpiece is warm and smooth, even under the panic. It's her chosen choice and… well, it makes me feel… okay, I'll just say it, it's a very sexy voice. The speaker mounted on the access panel doesn't really convey the full timbre of it. Needless to say, I was blown away the first time I heard it in high fidelity.

I think I might be in love with her.

There's a lot to unpack there, but there's no point in denying that the feelings exist.

I throw on a sweater and a spare pair of boots and make my way up the scaffolding that leads to roof access. About halfway there, I pause for a moment to catch my breath. I chance a look down and my breath is stolen from me.

This room, this entire building, is a warehouse built for a machine of war to be abandoned and forgotten.

It's a squat for a scavenger trying to eke out an existence on the fringes.

"You're beautiful," I whisper.

It is a cathedral. It is a temple built for a goddess and her priestess.

Here in the dark, lit only by the radiation of her core, the space seems infinite.

Her core flickers in response, but she doesn't say anything. She might be embarrassed. She might never have heard those words before and doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't need to. I don't know if she feels the same about me. I'm not even sure if I should want her to. I would hate for her to feel obligated to return my affection solely by the fact that I am the only one who cares enough to repair her. I started this project because I couldn't bear the thought of her suffering alone in darkness, any romantic feelings I have are incidental... mostly.

I continue my scent and finally arrive at the roof access. The door opens with a squeal and I step into the frigid night.

"Oh!" I gasp.

"Ellie?" Val asks in my ear after a moment, worry creeping into her voice. "Are you well?"

"Oh, sorry…" I reply. "It's the stars. The high altitude haze from that dust storm last week has finally cleared. It's… spectacular."

There's a pause.

"Would you describe them for me?" she asks plaintively.

"Uh, sure… but I'm not sure if I can do it justice. Well, there's the glow from the industrial district, but it's not too bad tonight. We've got the arc of the Milky Way pretty much directly overhead. And there's like the fuzzy haze of the planetary disk. Looks like one of the ice giants too. And… well, stars. Thousands of them, just crystal clear."

I locate the main antenna and, sure enough, the drone is tangled up with the main power lines. It looks like there might have been some thin insulation that arced. The spidery drone itself might be salvageable. It is clutching an unfortunately empty nest in its manipulators, whatever wildlife must have fled when she disturbed it. The drone's head is tilted curiously back in a way that I don't think it's fully explainable by arcing.

"Wait, were you out here stargazing?

"The ocular system on the drone peripheral lacks the resolution and focal length to resolve individual stars."

It's not an answer and she sounds very vaguely guilty.

"It's alright if you were," I tell her as I bend down to examine the power conduits. "And I can see if I can get you a better camera system up here. Maybe something telescopic."

"I would not want to inconvenience you," she replies.

"Val, you're allowed to want things," I sigh.

She's quiet for a long moment while I move the drone and begin repairs on the power conduit.

"I miss the stars," she says finally. "There are many things I wish to forget about my past. Being alone amidst the stars was one of my few comforts."

I consider this. It's the most she's ever told me about her past. I've seen the diagnostic logs of her positronic activity indicating distress. Her equivalent of nightmares.

"You know any good stories about them?" I ask.

"I do not understand the nature of your query."

"I don't know," I say with a shrug. "I guess I'm just curious if you have any favorites or if you have any interesting facts in your database.

I'm not really sure how I expect her to respond. I just want to get her talking and not dwell on being trapped in the dark or feeling guilty about causing it.

"There is a star," she begins tentatively, "which according to local charts and my estimate of local time, should be located at azimuth 146.7, elevation 25.4. It is the brightest star in the southern sky, do you see it?"

I'm honestly surprised by this, and it takes me a minute to orient myself and find it.

"Yeah, the bright blue one?"

"Yes!" she replies, and as she speaks she gets more animated - her tone brightens and her cadence picks up. "Epsilon Orionis, Hipparcos 26311, also known as Alnilam. It is the central star of the asterism as viewed from Earth known as Orion's belt. It is among the brightest stars visible from this region of space. During first wave colonization, it was erroneously back translated to Al-Nilam, the Sapphire. Local neo-folkloric tradition associates it with either a maiden or queen…"

She continues on like that, and I find myself absolutely fascinated as I work. The detail is very encyclopedic, but there are aspects of it that she can't possibly have obtained from just a star chart. I quickly come to the realization that she must have sought out details about the folklore and mythology on her own.

This was a hobby of hers. There's no question in my mind now that I have to obtain a better system to facilitate her stargazing.

I finish the patch job on the conduit and heft the drone over my shoulder while she continues. I only interrupt her when I arrive back at the high power breaker.

The night lighting comes back up and she practically sighs with relief as she reconnects with the external network. I wearily drag myself back to my hammock.

"Ellie, I'm sorry to have woken you and taken up so much of your time," she says.

I sigh and press my hand to the surface of her core.

"It's okay, really," I tell her. "I'm here for you."

"Thank you for listening to me," she says, bringing a smile to my face.

"Goodnight, Val."

"Goodnight, Ellie."

I almost say "I love you". I want to.

[kiweegamez]

BARRY: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night) MARTIN: Hey, Honex! BARRY: Dad, you surprised me. MARTIN: You decide what you're interested in? BARRY: - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. : Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN: Son, let me tell you about stirring. : You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. : You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. BARRY: You know, Dad, the more I think about it, : maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. MARTIN: You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? : That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. : Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! JANET: - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY: - I'm not trying to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - You're gonna be a stirrer? BARRY: - No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM: - We're starting work today! BARRY: - Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Is it still available? JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM: - What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing) ADAM: - You want to go first? BARRY: - No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER: - Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Out? Out where? BARRY: - Out there. ADAM: - Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the

mafia. Bee thinking about the consequences. I will get the finding nemo script. @mafia-fish then we can have a ‘reel’ing experience, after all you might ‘fin’ish the bee movie by then, I’ll bee waiting

[weenietickler]

That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. :

Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! JANET:

Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY:

I'm not trying to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET:

You're gonna be a stirrer? BARRY:

No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM:

We're starting work today!

BARRY:

Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:

Is it still available? JOB LISTER:

Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM:

What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE:

Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing)

ADAM:

You want to go first? BARRY:

No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM:

Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER:

Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!

ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY:

I'm going out. ADAM:

Out? Out where? BARRY:

Out there. ADAM:

Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. ADAM:

You're gonna die! You're crazy! (Barry hangs up) Hello? POLLEN JOCK #2: Another call coming in. : If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd : that gets their roses today. BARRY: Hey, guys. POLLEN JOCK #1 ==

Look at that. POLLEN JOCK #2:

Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder) LOU LO DUVA: (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you? BEE WITH CLIPBOARD: (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that. :

Thank you. LOU LO DUVA:

OK. : You got a rain advisory today, :

and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. : So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, : hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. : Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. : Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! BARRY:

That's awful. LOU LO DUVA: (Still talking through megaphone)

And a reminder for you rookies, : bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! : All right, launch positions! POLLEN JOCKS: (The Pollen Jocks run into formation) : Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! LOU LU DUVA: Black and yellow! POLLEN JOCKS:

Hello! POLLEN JOCK #1: (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot? BARRY: Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. POLLEN JOCK's: Wind, check. :

Antennae, check.

Nectar pack, check. :

Wings, check.

Stinger, check. BARRY: Scared out of my shorts, check. LOU LO DUVA: OK, ladies, : let's move it out! : Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! : All of you, drain those flowers! (The pollen jocks fly out of the hive) BARRY: Wow! I'm out! : I can't believe I'm out! : So blue. : I feel so fast and free! : Box kite! (Barry flies through the kite) : Wow! : Flowers! (A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to heat sink goggles.) POLLEN JOCK: This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. : Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. : Roses! POLLEN JOCK #1: 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. : Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. (The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun) BARRY: That is one nectar collector! POLLEN JOCK #1==

Ever see pollination up close? BARRY:

No, sir. POLLEN JOCK #1:

@autisticwurm

[minimoosedraws]

Got a great idea for an artfight hit and this is the result!

Zet belongs to @noxeorn I designed the little floating Irken head hologram - its a personality of a previous owner of Zets Pak :)

extras under the cut;

i fixed some issues i saw this morning so its different than the version i uploaded to artfight! The patch notes are basically; fixed the scar outline colour changing between panels, fixed spacing on the text, added a light texture to the background + table so its not so blank.

Also here is the little floating head without the effects, so you can see the original colours I chose :)

Little orange eyed alien with squared off antennae.

[jupiterisaroace]

BARRY: - No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM: - We're starting work today! BARRY: - Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Is it still available? JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM: - What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing) ADAM: - You want to go first? BARRY: - No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER: - Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Out? Out where? BARRY: - Out there. ADAM: - Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. ADAM: You're gonna die! You're crazy! (Barry hangs up) Hello? POLLEN JOCK #2: Another call coming in. : If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd : that gets their roses today. BARRY: Hey, guys. POLLEN JOCK #1 == - Look at that. POLLEN JOCK #2: - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? LOU LO DUVA: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. POLLEN JOCK #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. (Puts hand on Barry's shoulder) LOU LO DUVA: (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you? BEE WITH CLIPBOARD: (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that. : - Thank you. LOU LO DUVA: - OK. : You got a rain advisory today, : and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. : So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, : hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.

NOW IM GONE BUT YOU’RE STILL LAYINGG

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 226 Trivia

Senku's now been in space longer than Byakuya had. (~70 hours vs. over 3 days)

As predicted, the communication issues were fixed easily.

I found the timeline here pretty confusing, because Gen seems to know that Ryusui went into space and then suddenly doesn't, and the 5th part of the rocket appears to have gotten connected without us seeing it.

I believe the correct reading is that from the last panel of page 3, it's a flashback to the time between the astronauts finding the electrical issue and telling ground control, and the time before part 4 of the rocket launches.

Thus, Gen's confusion was about Ryusui going in the first place. Then it immediately switches back to present time again. This is corroborated by the fact Gen is in two completely separate locations, so it's possible the "hm?" happened soon after watching the launch outside.

Senku's cozy comment is referring to the chamber the astronauts sit in, which was a tight squeeze even before Ryusui got added to the mix.

I wish we got to see how they fit him in haha!

The dark patch on the moon looks like Mare Moscoviense, a basaltic plain. It's probably not the Whyman patch Kohaku identified earlier.

The Apollo 13 mission also passed by the same spot on their trip around the dark side of the moon: (1:23)*

Sextants: useful since 5739!

Radio waves can't go through the moon, so the astronauts will lose comms with Earth while on the far side. This begs the question of how Whyman's own radio signal reached the earth. If really located on the far side, a separate antenna would be needed on the near side for this.

Chrome has exactly one setting and it's "baaaaad"!

Moz was last shown in chapter 191, with Kirisame a little more recently as one of the old people in chapter 198.

Hopefully these aren't their final appearances…

A word is missing here, I assume it should be "of course you haven't!"

New space suits! I'm not entirely sure why they have two sets, but this one is closer to the Apollo mission suits with a softer body. You can also see Senku still has that same belt from before.

The more interesting parts of this outfit are the revival watch worn on the outside (how will that work?) and the protrusions on his chest and helmet. Normally the chest part is for life support systems, but this one looks like it could be something else. A camera perhaps?

This panel feels weird because the earth looks like the moon usually does…

*Sadly this link no longer exists but if you can find the footage then you'll know what I'm talking about haha

[untitledbandcomic]

UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)

{ID - six panel comic titled, 'UBC#2 - Paid in Exposure (to Asbestos)', featuring four characters (Laurie, Kaz, J and KC). Full ID under cut. END ID}

we're not talking about the month between these pages. i said low comittment for a reason. anyway if this happens to you IRL you run ok? yea.

Full ID: Six panel comic featuring Laurie Alistair, Kaz, J and KC, all located within a dingy, run-down club (Dreamscape).

J laughs bashfully and says, "So, uh... When I said this was a new venue... heh." Laurie stares back at J, fingers steepled as he processes. "SO. Let me clarify: You spent ALL your funds on a sign." He points both hands at J and closes his eyes, almost looking like he's praying. In the background, Kaz has stepped in something brown and sticky. They cry out, "LAURIEEE I'm gonna DIE here"

Laurie continues: "And you want Kaz to recoup the costs with a show... tomorrow..." He gestures around to the room, finally snapping slightly and looking stunned and slightly terrified. "HERE?!" J tries to respond, "It'll look BRAND NEW by tomorrow, trust me!"

KC enters the club carrying a large cardboard box. He looks oblivious to the conversation, and carries on a long, loud, non-stop monologue as he enters: "Hey J Babe Where D'You Want The Mould Remover They Didn't Have Enough So I Had To Go To Two Different Stores Your Change's In The Thingy In The Car OH. Also I Think That Maybe That Plumber Was A Crook Because The-" KC finally notices the newcomers and cuts himself off to greet them brightly: "Ah! You guys are the performers, right? Hi! I'm KC!"

END ID

Character Descriptions:

Laurie Alistair (he/she/they) is a tall, broad-shouldered white person with long ginger and grey hair in a ponytail. He has green-grey eyes and thick eyebrows. Here, he wears a brown suit with a matching tie, and a single green earring that dangles from his right ear.

Kaz (she/they) is a short, fat black person with a lavender buzzcut. She has teal eyes and vitiligio in patches over her eyes, top lip, each side of her neck and on her underarms. Here, she wears a short sleeved red leather jacket and matching boots. She wears red headphones with antennae on the cups.

J (he/him) is a tall, thin mixed man with ginger hair under a green beanie, and a matching ginger goatee. He has blue eyes. Here, he wears a tight fit navy turtleneck. He also has a silver ball tongue piercing.

KC (he/him) is a short, muscled white person with white blonde hair cut into a fluffy mullet, with two larger spikes that look like cat ears. He has hazel eyes. Here, he wears a red tracksuit with gold accents, black biker shorts, and a blue vest. He also wears a matching red sweatband.

[gender0bender]

Chocolate Cosmos and Winesap's first meeting - he found her bleeding to death in the woods!

IDs: A black and white digitally drawn comic. The first panel is black with a white semi circle through which a smiling face can be seen. It is saying "I cut a hole for you to see!" The next panel is a thin flower fairy with long wavy hair and antennae touching the bandage wrapped around her eye right. There is a hole cut over her left eye for her to see. There is dried blood on the bandages, and a spot of dried blood next to her mouth. She's saying "Thanks." The next panel shows her lying in a bed specialised for fairies, with a raised pillow that creates a space for the wings to fit while the person rests their head. She has two sets of arms, her top arms are fiddling with a blanket and the bottom arms are resting on the bed. Someone off camera is asking her "So are you going to tell me how you ended up bleeding in the woods? All alone?" The next panel is a close-up on her face as she asks "what happened to your hair?" The next panel shows another flower fairy that has obviously mesily chopped his fringe off, with cut bangs and some bald patches left. He has a strained smile on his face and a thought bubble reads "She's so fucking rude!" in all caps. The next panel shows the same character covering his cut fringe with his hands while saying "You uh, lost a lot of blood so I burned my hair to make some more." ED.

[sharonaparadox]

[Images: fancomic of Vox and Valentino from Hazbin Hotel in their past designs, Vox depicted with a CRT TV head and a yellow-brown turtleneck sweater while Val has both antennae sticking out from a red fedora. The two are sitting on a green sofa with patches sewn into it, both holding up papers in their hands.

Vox turns to Valentino and says, “you need to sign the last one and we’re done for today”

Valentino frowns and squints as he shuffles the papers, a pen in one hand as he complains, “ugh… I’m gonna miss my favorite show because of this crap”

Vox stares at him silently for one beat panel, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly. He then raises an eyebrow and grins as he responds, “well, that’s not a problem”

Vox pulls his legs up onto the couch to turn to Val, one hand propping up his head as his screen changes to a red-tinted scene showing silhouettes of two demons kissing. Val leans in toward Vox with an excited grin as he shouts, “no fucking way you can do this!!!”

The third and final page has them standing together, Valentino raising a finger up near his face and looking down at Vox curiously as he asks, “but how did you know what my favorite show is?”

Vox grins proudly, the papers clutched to his chest as he exclaims, “oh easy! I’m stalking you!”

Val grins with narrowed eyes and runs a finger along the side of Vox’s face as he says, “wow, kinky” End description.]

vox's strange rizz tactics finally working on someone 😌

retro VoxVal my beloved

[johndjwan]

Common Applications of Multi-Core Fiber Coupling Connectors

Multi-core fiber coupling connectors let you bundle dozens of individual fibers into a single, compact module. Forget about messy, sprawling fiber panels—these connectors keep everything neat and scalable.

Top Use Cases:

Data Centers & Enterprise Networks • Spine-leaf architectures (100G, 400G) • High-density patch panels that reduce cable runs

Telco & 5G Deployments • Fiber to the Antenna (FTTA) for multiple RRUs in one shot • DAS systems inside stadiums and large venues

HPC & Research • Supercomputers, university clusters, and scientific labs • Parallel I/O links for storage arrays and compute nodes

Industrial & Automation • Smart factories—linking sensors, PLCs, and robots • Rugged, EMI-resistant assemblies for extreme conditions

Broadcast & Media • Live production rigs and OB vans carrying multiple SDI/HDMI signals • Reducing bulk when transmitting multi-camera feeds

Medical Devices • Diagnostic imaging (OCT, endoscopes) needing multi-wavelength fibers • Minimizing footprint inside medical carts

Military & Aerospace • Avionics fiber buses with tight space constraints • Ruggedized battlefield communications requiring secure, strain-relieved connections

Multi-core fiber coupling connectors aren’t just about saving space—they also simplify maintenance, cut installation time, and future-proof your network as speeds and densities increase.

[hiroin-2]

DarkPaRK.net

Mission profile

• Need bursts of ≥100 Mb/s, no regime filtering • Radio-direction-finding (RDF) teams appear within 15–30 min of any suspicious uplink • Therefore: operate multiple links, never longer than a short session, always from rotating sites

1. Modified Starlink terminal

Acquisition – Purchase Gen-2 terminals across the border – Move them inside RF-shielded containers

Jailbreak – Extract eMMC, patch the bootloader to bypass geo-fencing – Spoof GNSS with an SDR so the dish “believes” it is offshore, inside Starlink’s licensed maritime zone

Installation – Flat antenna hidden beneath sheet-metal roofing – RF-absorbing foam lines the attic to blunt side-lobes – Power from a 24 V alternator on existing machinery, feeding a 1 kWh battery

OpSec – Sessions limited to 10–15 min during heavy rain or nearby artillery exercises (high ambient EMI) – All traffic exits through a European VPS via WireGuard; no .kr or .cn domains ever touched – After each use, issue the terminal’s thermal-shutdown command so it appears “dead” if mains is cut

2. Cross-border 4G/5G

Hardware – Huawei 5G CPE plus 20 dBi panel or Yagi on a telescopic mast – SIMs registered to discarded IDs, activated in a border town

Deployment – Mast raised on river sandbars or hilltops ≤15 km from Chinese towers – When a ferry docks or factory shift changes (tower saturated), connect for ≤2 min

Counter-measures – IMEI/IMSI swapped each session with a software-defined-radio front-end – Directional antenna keeps signal below horizon on the domestic side

3. Ku-band VSAT disguised as TV dish

75 cm offset dish painted with state-TV logo

LNB casing replaced by a Hughes modem; coax carries both RF and PoE

Pointing performed at dawn when most dishes are re-aligned for seasonal shift—blends in

Beam lease on an Intelsat transponder that footprints the peninsula; throughput 20–40 Mb/s

Dish park-positioned at the standard satellite so casual inspection sees nothing unusual

4. Opportunistic diplomatic Wi-Fi

Small client radio with high-gain patch hidden in HVAC duct facing embassy compound

Packet capture only after business hours; tunnel out via ChaCha20-Poly1305 VPN

Device powered by scavenged PoE from building lighting—no new cabling visible

5. General RF hygiene

• Never transmit from the same spot twice in 24 h • Maintain a scanner on the state’s 400 MHz RDF coordination channel; any spike = immediate shutdown • Keep all equipment on quick-release mounts; entire site cleared in <90 s

Result: multiple independent paths to high-speed, unfiltered internet, each used briefly and asymmetrically so no single failure compromises the network—or the operator.