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spacetimewithstuartgary · 14 days ago

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New SpaceTime out Friday

SpaceTime 20250502 Series 28 Episode 53

Large carbon deposits discovered on Mars

NASA’s Mars Curiosity rover has discovered evidence of a carbon cycle on ancient Mars.

The billion-dollar Square Kilometre Array project

Construction work is now well underway on what will be the world’s largest radio telescope the Square Kilometre Array in outback Western Australia.

A busy time aboard the International Space Station

Three crew members from the International Space Station have successfully returned to Earth landing on the Kazakhstan Steppe 27 and a half hours after undocking from the orbiting outpost.

The Science Report

New study casts doubt on the dangers of the deadly H5N1 bird flu’s spread to humans.

Claims social skills may not be the most useful indicator of autism.

A major threat to the Australian regent honeyeater.

Skeptics guide to 15 paranormal myths that just won’t die.

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

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SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States. The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science. SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research. The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network. Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor. Gary’s always loved science. He was the dorky school kid who spent his weekends at the Australian Museum. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on a career in journalism and radio broadcasting. Gary’s radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. His first gigs were spent as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist, and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. That compares to the ABC’s overall radio listenership of just 5.6 per cent. The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually. However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage. Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently. StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016. Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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atinymekanie · 26 days ago

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The Night We Met - Chapter 13: Error In The Code

|| Premise: What if Dawnbreaker's wish for one day and one night with the woman who lives only in his dreams... came true? ||

Late afternoon sunlight slanted down onto the doctor as he hurried through the deserted streets of the city that wasn’t his, that couldn’t be his, that was too empty and cold and lifeless to be his city. Zayne glanced furtively from side to side as he strode quickly past alleyways and side streets, the phone that didn’t quite belong to him in one hand and a plastic bag full of his purchases that also somehow didn’t quite belong to him in the other.

A chill breeze swept past him, causing his longer than normal hair to shift in front of his eyes, and Zayne pocketed the phone for a moment to sweep his hair back with his hand, sighing as he did so. Another half mile to go. Another half mile until he was back indoors in the relative safety of the apartment that didn’t quite belong to him, either. Another half mile until he could focus on something other than his thoughts, the thoughts that very much did belong to him.

His gaze wandered down some of the alleys that he passed, occasionally noting a still form lying slumped against the wall, or a small creature skittering back into the darkness. Once he had even seen a small bot fruitlessly bumping into the concrete wall in front of it, over and over and over again, caught in some loop of code. Trapped in an inescapable loop. Zayne shook his head, shoving away the mental images and pulling out the phone again, checking the navigation icon to be sure he was heading back to the apartment and not losing himself in the eerie, dilapidated streets of the city he was trapped in.

Sure enough, he was on the right route, the buildings rising around him beginning to appear familiar once more. That was a scary thought. The idea that this place, that these streets with buildings that reminded him of gravestones lining a pallbearer’s walk, could become familiar was vaguely terrifying.

Zayne’s green eyes flicked up as sunlight passed across him, the pale golden light that matched the flecks in his irises seeming much weaker than it normally would, perhaps due to the pall of pollution that hung high in the air above him. That was also likely the source of the pervasive smell. He wasn’t sure he would ever become fully accustomed to the acrid scent that invaded his nostrils every time he set foot outside that apartment. Good. Zayne never wanted to become accustomed to anything here.

But what if it was necessary? Icicles seemed to sprout inside Zayne’s heart at the thought, piercing through his flesh in frigid spikes of fear that made his blood run cold. What if when he went to sleep that night, the world refused to right itself? What if he remained here, in this city of nightmares, instead of being returned to his own city? What then? The ice in Zayne’s heart expanded, slivers of it invading his veins as he quickened his steps, turning a corner as he followed the navigation interface’s directions.

Before he could sink further into the depths of his despairing thoughts, Zayne recognized the stretch of deserted buildings that sat across from the apartment’s small alley entrance. Relief flowed through him, followed quickly by revulsion at the realization that he was beginning to find solace in such tiny things. Truly, this was a kind of hell. Picking up his pace but not quite jogging, Zayne moved toward the alley and slipped down it, hurriedly opening the door to the apartment with the all-too-familiar code and closing the door quickly behind him.

A sigh left him as the door clicked shut, one of both relief and mental fatigue - the experience of navigating the mostly unfamiliar city with its strange technologies and lifeless streets was draining in a way Zayne hadn’t fully expected. The emptiness set his teeth on edge and the stillness that was only occasionally broken by the hum of robotics made his hackles stand up. It was more unnerving than the Arctic had been. At least there he hadn’t been so alone. At least there had been trees and snow and small birds and beautiful auroras.

Drawing in a deep breath, Zayne dropped the plastic bag on the tattered couch cushions and sat down beside it. Inside the bag were a few more bottles of filtered water, a sandwich that seemed to be somewhat fresh instead of frozen or pre-packaged, a bottle of cleaning spray and a sponge to replace the ones Zayne had decimated earlier that afternoon during his cleaning rampage, and a box of sterile gloves he had managed to find.

Originally, Zayne had planned to find and purchase a medical supply kit, but during his cleaning spree he had discovered a basic one beneath the bathroom sink. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing - the only truly necessary thing missing had been the sterile gloves. The idea of tending to wounds without gloves to lower the risk of infection, either on another or oneself, made Zayne twitch. Hopefully, the hunter would appreciate the addition to his medical supplies. If not, that was just too bad.

After unbuttoning his coat, Zayne picked up one of the bottles of water and stood, stepping over to the little jasmine plant and placing the bottle beside it, unopened. He stared down at it, wondering if the hunter would take the hint and realize that the plant likely needed fresher, cleaner water if it was to ever thrive. Shrugging, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and opened the notepad icon, part of him wondering why he was even bothering with this. Would the hunter even notice a note in his phone? Zayne glanced at the little plant, noticing that the small white bud at the top was ever so slightly more open than before.

Deciding that it couldn’t hurt to try, Zayne typed out some short care instructions for the jasmine regarding the water quality, how often to water it, the amount of sunlight it needed, and so on. That should do. Nothing fancy, but enough to get the point across. He read over the instructions once more and then flicked over to his previous note - his plan for the day. Steps 1 and 2 were complete, now on to Step 3.

Staring at the list, Zayne realized that he had also technically accomplished Step 4 - ‘Navigate the city successfully’. Huh. To be fair, navigating during the day and doing the same thing at night were often vastly different. He tapped on Step 4 and added the addendum of ‘at night’ to the end. A sinking sort of feeling began in Zayne’s stomach at the thought of moving through the already unsettling city without the help of sunlight. The feeling settled like cold fog in his gut, and he closed the notepad icon quickly, dropping the phone into his coat pocket before taking the coat off and draping it over the arm of the couch.

Forcing away the unpleasant thought, Zayne narrowed his focus back to preparing for his evening enterprise, his mind settling into a methodical approach to the situation as a coping mechanism. Put away the purchased items, rinse off and change clothes, make sure the phone was fully charged, eat something akin to real food, and plan out the route toward that wretched dot.

Nodding decisively, Zayne set about the first task, placing the bottles of water and the sandwich into the refrigerator and placing the sterile gloves in the bathroom with the medical supply kit. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be needed anytime soon. Once in the bathroom, he flicked on the light, his calloused hands moving to the buttons of his shirt to undo them. Zayne blinked slightly, realizing that the myriad scars that normally adorned his hands were gone.

Pausing with his shirt half unbuttoned, Zayne held out his hands in front of him, his long fingers splayed out as he turned them palm up and then back again. That was odd. While the hunter did have plenty of scars across his body, they didn’t seem to have been inflicted by the hunter’s Evol, the way his scars were.

Of all the curses the hunter seemed to have heaped upon his head, how ironic was it that the one curse Zayne normally had, the hunter seemed not to? His brow furrowed for a moment, wondering at the significance of such a thing, but when he was unable to immediately pinpoint a reason, Zayne deliberately set the thought aside. The hunter clearly had more than enough to worry about as it was. Raising his hands back to the buttons of his black shirt, he finished unbuttoning them and slipped it off his shoulders, setting it on the counter.

The old mirror above the sink reflected his image, albeit slightly thinner and vaguely more unkempt than normal. Zayne saw something on his chest that he hadn’t noticed previously - a long, thin scratch that ran from just above his sternum down to the top of his abdominal muscles.

He traced a finger over it lightly, wondering where it had come from. Had it been acquired randomly, while lifting something, exercising, or some other mundane task? Or had it come from one of them? One of the creatures the hunter killed. That did seem the most likely answer. Since the thin, shallow cut didn’t hurt and it didn’t appear to be infected, Zayne dropped his hand back to his side and proceeded to finish undressing before turning on the water in the shower.

Much to his dismay, Zayne couldn’t seem to find the hot water setting, no matter which way he turned the knobs in the shower. Huffing slightly in frustration but wanting to get rid of the sweat and grime from cleaning as well as the unpleasant smell of the outside, even if only for the next few hours before he went out again, he begrudgingly stepped into the cold spray, gasping at the frigid sensation.

It felt almost as if he had doused himself in his own Evol, the cold water running through his dark hair and dripping down his face in chilly rivulets before streaming down the muscles of his back and arms. Zayne felt a shiver run through him as the bitterly cold liquid made its way further southward, down his torso and over his hips and thighs, causing him to wince as the frigid water made its acquaintance with his most sensitive areas.

“And they say ice baths are good for the body,” Zayne muttered under his breath, his tone clearly sarcastic. Hurriedly, he set about cleaning himself as quickly as he could, not wanting to stay under the icy deluge for any longer than he had to - just long enough to scrub the sweat from his skin and wash the strange smell from his hair.

Once that was done, Zayne shut off the water, his relief from the cold short lived as the brisk air of the apartment hit his skin. What he wouldn’t give for the warmth of his own shower and bathroom, not to mention the warmth of the woman who normally joined him there. Sighing, he stepped out of the shower, forcing those thoughts back behind the wall he had built in his mind.

Shaking his head once to free some of the water from his dark hair, Zayne grabbed the lone towel from the rack by the shower and dried off, then wrapped it around his waist before gathering up the clothes he had been wearing. As he moved toward the bedroom to deposit the clothes in the laundry basket there, Zayne noticed that the sunlight had mostly faded from the window - a lone sliver of it still fell across the jasmine plant, illuminating the small white bud at the top. Soon the light would be gone from the window entirely.

Sunset would be arriving in the next couple of hours. While Zayne couldn’t help the twinge of anxiety that flickered inside him at the thought, he did quash it as best he could. Sunset comes every day, no matter what place, or time, one might be in. If nothing else, it meant he was that much closer to sleep, and therefore, hopefully, that much closer to the end of this nightmare.

He moved into the bedroom, tossing the dirty clothes into the basket in the closet and dropping heavily onto the bed, the thin mattress squeaking shrilly in protest. The sound made Zayne grimace as he flopped backward onto the bed, the towel sliding from his waist in the process, its sides draping across his thighs. Turning his head, he gazed over at the monitor with its dot, the rhythmic sound it made making itself known to his consciousness again. Even in the short time he had been there, Zayne’s mind had already begun to filter it out sometimes, a fact which unnerved him more than he cared to admit.

The soft, steady blip of the dot as it moved across the screen slowly seemed to grow louder and louder in the silence of the bedroom, the apartment suddenly seeming too small for the sound and at the same time too large for just himself. In between the blips of sound, the silence began to ring in Zayne’s ears, the lack of sound other than that of the monitor making the silence too overwhelming, his mind recoiling from it as he placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes.

After a moment, Zayne surged up from his supine position on the bed, needing to do something other than sit and listen to nothing. The towel fell to the ground as he strode out of the bedroom and over to the TV set, turning it on and watching as the medical drama began to play after a moment. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the silence. He frowned at it and then down at his nakedness and sighed, turning and stepping back into the bedroom to pull a new set of clothes from the closet.

The clothes were almost exactly the same as the ones Zayne had put on that morning, the monotony and the black and grey scale of the hunter’s closet doing nothing for his mood. Almost robotically, he pulled on each item of clothing, zipping up the slacks, buttoning up the shirt, and pulling the socks onto his feet, creating a thin barrier against the cold air of the apartment. He stood up and moved from the bedroom, retrieving the phone from the coat he had left on the couch to check the battery percentage. 28%.

With a sigh, Zayne returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the small nightstand, finding the charger and placing the phone on it, hoping it would be charged fully by the time he had to set out. Staring at the phone screen, he noticed a small icon at the top left had appeared once the phone was charging. Curious, he tapped on the icon and watched as an interface he hadn’t seen before opened.

The new interface wasn’t very complicated, in fact, it had no options to tap or select, and instead was purely informational. Zayne stared at the screen, disbelief written across his features, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. His own photo, name, age, and height stared back at him from the informational interface, along with other identifying info such as what appeared to be the address of the apartment, the serial info and phone number of the phone, and a few other strings of numbers and information that Zayne didn’t recognize. The emergency contact section was conspicuously blank - the only section that was blank, in fact. He exited out of the interface after a moment, his gaze still trained on the home screen, staring at the icons on the pale blue background.

With a trembling hand, Zayne set the phone face down on the nightstand, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. It had to be a fluke. A trick of the light, a glitch in the system, an error in the code. Because if it wasn’t…then the hunter had his name. Or did he have the hunter’s name? Did it matter? The questions reverberated through his mind, bouncing off the walls Zayne had erected to keep thoughts exactly like this at bay.

Thoughts that he had tried to bury, that he had tried to separate from his logical, methodical thought processes began to scratch and claw at the walls he had built, emboldened by this new information. Zayne raised his hands, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes until phosphenes danced behind his closed eyelids, colors swirling and fading in turn. Now was not the time for this. It was nearing sunset, and the monitor behind him sounded louder than ever, even with the drone of the TV in the other room warring with it.

Zayne shoved himself to his feet using the nightstand to steady himself, his lips set in a thin line, his eyes narrowed as he forced his mind to conform to his will, entombing the ricocheting thoughts within the walls he had created, expanding them as best he could to accommodate the realizations he didn’t wish to face. Focus on the controllable aspects of the situation. That was the key, the mantra he had learned as a doctor and as a combat medic, and the one Zayne kept repeating to himself as he moved through the apartment, taking out the sandwich and water from the refrigerator.

Sitting down on the couch, Zayne forced himself to begin eating, knowing that he needed to do so but finding no enjoyment whatsoever in the task. The sandwich was bland; the meat and cheese were poor imitations of what he was used to, and the condiments almost nonexistent. But he ate it anyway, his body demanding food after the exertion of cleaning the entire apartment and his earlier excursion.

Fixing his gaze on the TV, Zayne forced himself to watch as he numbly continued to eat, the doctors and nurses on the screen recreating a poor imitation of what he normally did every day. At least the oddities and irregularities portrayed on the screen seemed small in comparison to the ones he was avoiding facing in reality. He tried to focus on the story being told, on anything but the intrusive thoughts screaming at him, but found it difficult to get past the multiple instances of malpractice that were clearly evident, causing him to scoff a few times. Zayne almost choked on a bite of his sandwich at one point, when he realized the patient in the show had been misdiagnosed and no one had caught it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zayne could see the light fading as he finished eating, the glow of the sun disappearing completely from the window the closer it got to sunset. The cold fog that had settled in his stomach earlier that day returned with a vengeance, and he picked up the bottle of water, downing as much as he could in an attempt to drown the unnerving feeling in his gut. Instead, the water seemed to weigh heavily in his stomach, churning and roiling uncomfortably.

Glancing over at the window, Zayne watched as darkness engulfed the little alley outside, shadows creeping across the windowpane from the tall buildings around them. One lone street light flickered on at the end of the alley, sending dark shapes skittering along the asphalt - the shadows of dead leaves from trees he had yet to see. The water Zayne drank sat leaden in his stomach, and with a groan he lifted his legs up to stretch out on the couch, shifting onto his side to face the TV as he did so.

Soon Zayne would have to head outside, into the darkness that slid through the vacant streets, into the world that was so like his own and yet so alien at the same time. Soon he would have to put Steps 4 and 5 into action. But not now. Not yet. Another hour wouldn’t hurt. He had to wait for his food to settle anyway. Right? One more episode of the ridiculous medical drama wouldn’t hurt. Would it?

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(Sorry the post is a bit late - I was out of town! Tags: @callme-naomi @altair718 @seris-the-amious @schnittled @punk-cat @criffininflight @justpassingdontworry )

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my-naughty-writings-and-musings · 2 years ago

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You suggested some merformer based asks, so consider this: Merformer! Shockwave x reader? Maybe the reader is a marine biologist and isn't used to being studied, especially this... thoroughly?

As usual I went way overboard, and with a slightly different vibe than you might have intended so I hope you like this, anon!! I was imagining a TFP Shockwave but of course you're free to imagine him as you choose!

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

Note: Thalassicon is just my word for what merformers call themselves.

Holding on tightly to Shockwave, you reminded yourself that oxygen was limited as you sucked in each careful breath from your scuba tank, and that he'd promised you it was just a quick swim through these dark tunnels to reach his lair. You trusted him completely, but it was impossible to shake your instinctive anxiety as his massive frame pulled you through the underwater caverns without a trace of light. Time seemed to drag on until a light blue glow at the end of the path caught your eye through your goggles.

As the light grew brighter, the water around you became warmer as Shockwave had promised, and you clung less tightly to his back to raise your head for a better look, almost forgetting to breathe when he finally swam clear of the tunnel and entered a massive underwater cave.

Bioluminescent plant life gave the water a beautiful blue glow, their long, delicate tendrils swaying with the currents Shockwave left in his wake as he pumped his tail without urgency to swim forward. You barely remembered to hold onto his back as you tried in vain to mentally catalog the rich biodiversity before you, wondering if the mech had cultivated it all himself just to keep his home suitably lit. As you stared in open awe, a sudden gesture for you to let go caught you quite by surprise, and you blushed at having lost yourself to the beauty of it all. Releasing your hold on his back, you allowed the merformer to take control when he spun to face you, trusting him completely as he cupped your tiny body in one servo and pointed upwards. Overwhelmed by everything, you merely nodded and allowed him to take you to the rippling surface overhead.

The air above was thankfully far fresher than you could have anticipated so far beneath the ocean, and there was also no shortage of light to see by either, thanks to a similarly breathtaking species of bioluminescent plant casting its soft glow down from the high ceiling above.

"You can breathe freely. I installed air scrubbers to keep oxygen at an ideal level." Shockwave instructed, holding you at the surface so you didn't have to waste your energy treading water. Happily removing your mask, you took a deep breath and massaged the creases left on your face, savoring the feeling of unimpeded oxygen before you looked around for a better idea of your surroundings. The cave was absolutely massive, and had a number of adjoining caverns with varying levels of exposed stone atop which Shockwave stored his less water friendly technology and salvage. More than a few boat engines the size of automobiles were stacked about and waiting to have their parts repurposed, along with a number of shipping containers you doubted had been pulled from shipwrecks. All in all, his lair felt just as much like a pirate's treasure cove as it did a scientist's lab, and you loved it more than words could convey.

"I never thought you'd actually bring me here. Am I your first visitor?" you asked in awe, allowing him to pull you in as he floated on his back. Setting you down atop his ample chest, he ensured you were lying comfortably on your belly before he answered your question with a single word and a nod.

"Affirmative."

You smiled and looked up at the glowing vines swirling along the stalactites overhead, sighing softly at the beautiful scene and the warm water lapping at your wetsuit. Despite rarely understanding his technological feats thanks to your biology focused education, you were awed by everything he'd accomplished, and were beyond grateful to be given the privilege to behold his home. More than a few conversations had alluded to how his culture considered visiting one's home to be a great gesture of trust saved for only the closest of friends and lovers. Considering the hidden depths of your feelings for him, that thought carried far more weight in your head than you'd intended, so you quickly pushed it down as you always did such things. "Thank you for trusting me, Shockwave. I'm honored."

"You have proven yourself to be my ally." he affirmed, gently taking your hand between his thumb and foredigit. The touch made your heart flutter, especially as you met his single red optic and saw his helm accents twitch as they did when he was processing deeper than usual emotions. "I am not one for my people's superstitions, but I do believe in our custom of reciprocating gestures of trust. You gave me reason to trust you completely, and I wish to do the same."

Straight away, your mind snapped back to the fateful day he spoke of, the terror and uncertainty still raw thanks to how little time had passed. It had been a blur; the ambush by government officials, the net that had unintentionally caught you with him, and his shock when you took the time to cut him loose after freeing yourself. Echoes of the shots that had so narrowly missed the both of you were still clear in your mind, and you could easily recall how he'd held you close to take the hits as he swam for your lives... In the moment freeing him had just been a matter of course, and looking back on it you couldn't imagine doing anything else. You needed him to know that, even if he still seemed to struggle believing it. "You don't have to reward me for what I did. It was the right thing to do, they were going to hurt you."

"Perhaps." he mused in deep thought, going quiet and averting his optic. You allowed him time to think, able to tell from his twitching antennae that he was running over something very challenging in his processor. Looking ready to drop the topic and move on for several defeated seconds, he suddenly steeled himself and met your gaze, holding your hand all the more tightly as he carefully enunciated every last word. "But you have done far more than earn my trust. I have found our time together... enriching.

Though he obviously didn't expect a reply, you were in no shape to give him one, the shock on your face giving him another moment of pause before he forged ahead. How like him, you'd have thought if your brain weren't frozen, to drop something like this so suddenly... Neither one of you excelled at handling your emotions.

"You are unlike any human I have ever met, observed, or would have theorized possible." he continued to confess, obviously struggling but feeling a deep need to get through this. Your heart flipped at his words, beating strongly enough you were halfway worried he'd be able to feel it through your wetsuit, though if he did he didn't let it stop him. The merformer looked to your tiny hand in his, sharp optic tracing all the details imperceptible to the human eye as he allowed himself a rare emotive sigh from his vents. "I have grown very close to you, even if our relationship started on purely academic terms."

"Shockwave..." was all you could say, your voice locked in your throat and your eyes damp with more than seawater. Perhaps in your most self indulgent dreams you'd have allowed yourself to fantasize about such a moment, but to have it happen in reality, which was hardly known for its kindness, you simply couldn't dare to believe you'd be so fortunate. Then again, hadn't your entire relationship been a kind of fantasy made reality? Bumping into this brilliant mech, earning his interest with your scientific endeavors, beginning a relationship of mutual academic benefit that had deepened into something more... You only wished you could find enough words to tell him you felt the same, and had for such a long time. Some of the other feelings he created within you could be discussed at a later date...

Before you could try to force out a reply, Shockwave shifted once again, his antennae twitching backwards and his gaze dropping more out of what you dared to call bashfulness than simple nerves. It seemed the merformer wasn't done surprising you with shared yearning

"For my people, bringing another to your home means more than displaying trust. It is also intended to express a certain amount of... desire." he explained in the most halting voice you'd ever heard from him, usual confidence nowhere to be found.

"O-oh?" you squeaked, hopeful the glow wasn't bright enough to betray the blush turning your entire face to fire. He couldn't possibly be speaking of the same kind of desire that had made you wonder what his servos would feel like on your bare skin, or the kind that had you theorizing what certain parts of his anatomy looked like and hoping to find out... Thankfully for your sake, he seemed even more overwhelmed by what he was trying to say, enough that he didn't even seem to notice your struggles.

"We... do not approach such matters like humans. When a Thalassicon wishes to have a relationship that is more... intimate, there is not a period of courting. That is not to say we do not engage in courtship, only that it is not a prerequisite for physical relations. Intimacy is more for... expressing a certain level of trust, as well as desire, and..." he drifted off, the uncertainty in his voice so thick it weighed down every last word. Slapping his face into the palm of his servo, he mumbled in total defeat, too overcome to continue. "This is very hard to articulate."

The last thing you wanted was for him to stop, especially when you could swear you understood what he was trying to say, and very much wanted the conversation to continue in the direction it seemed to be heading. Taking a firmer hold of his hand, you pulled it close to yourself and sat up quickly. Something primal within you gave you the capacity to speak. "Then... show me? Use your hands?"

"If I have your permission-" he began, holding his servos just shy of your wetsuit.

"My full consent, and ask questions if you need to." you explained as you stripped off your mask and oxygen tank in record time, fully motivated to get things moving. You dared to hope you really understood just what he was getting at, that he yearned for your relationship to be more physical, and that your own desire for the same was soon to be quenched. It was much harder to be bashful with such giddy excitement fluttering through your belly.

A surge of similar energy moved through his massive frame, and you felt all thirty or more feet of him become alive beneath you, making your position straddling his chest all the more exciting. Biting your lip to hold back an overwhelmed whimper, you welcomed both of his servos as they lifted from the water, taking a hold of each one and guiding them to your body until his digits settled on your hips. Straight away you felt how different the contact was from any time he'd touched you in the past, a realization that only intensified when he began to explore, sliding his servos over the tight fabric of your wetsuit with all the deliberation one would expect of a scientist. You sat up straighter to open more of your body to him, jaw going visibly slack as his thumbs massaged up your front and stopped just shy of your breasts.

Recalling that you also had a pair of hands that were very skilled at studying aquatic anatomy, you let out all of your pent up curiosity and arousal and began to explore his massive frame, tracing the seams on his chest and savoring the smoothness of his mesh. As his touches stirred something in you, so did yours in him, the hum of his spark intensifying beneath your very fingertips. You were flattered and awed by the mech's receptiveness to your obviously desired advances.

"May I see you as you are?" he asked suddenly, tapping a digit over the tiny zipper on your front. Thoroughly pleased by the bold request, you met his gaze to find far more of his usual confidence had returned, a change you hoped was here to stay. Your certainty that it would intensified when his other servo traced your curves and took their time savoring the softness of your organic body. "I wish to know you without obstacles."

"Here, let me..." you began helpfully, pulling down the zipper in a manner you hoped read as inviting. He'd made his fascination with human anatomy known only in passing, but as you unzipped your suit and revealed a thin sliver of skin beneath, his optic betrayed far more than just academic interest. Loving the attention, you tried to play it cool as you peeled the wet fabric off your shoulders, moving slowly thanks to how the swimsuit clung to you when it was soaked. You managed to free the upper half of your body without too much trouble, baring your breasts to the open air and earning a quiver of excitement from his frame before you decided help would make the remaining process much easier.

"If you could help me pull off- oh!"

To your continued surprise, he didn't hesitate to follow your instructions, peeling off your wetsuit in a series of precise movements and leaving you naked on his chassis as he tucked it away in a convenient subspace.

Completely bare and wet, you looked to him in a brief moment of total vulnerability, fears of rejection rising up only to be quickly squashed down when his optic dilated and his voice rumbled more deeply than you'd ever heard it before. "Fascinating..."

Shockwave did just as you'd bid and began to explore, starting at your legs that had so often fascinated him as a being with a tail. Tracing the shape of your muscles and somehow finding every sensitive nerve along the way, he made a point to massage your thighs, encouraging you to spread them but not yet focusing between them. The mech was approaching your body as one would an exquisite meal, savoring every last bit and saving the very best parts for last. You were a bit too overwhelmed to be impatient when he made it to your ribs, circling his thumbs over the tender flesh on the sides before he dipped inwards to heft your breasts, making your breath hitch as he finally got to your erect nipples. Biting your lip was the only way to hold back a moan.

Beneath you, his frame grew heated, and you felt an almost crackling energy building in the mech as his arousal increased with your own. All the little feelings for him that you'd pushed down over the past few months were returning with interest, creating a fire between your legs that refused to be satisfied by simple touches and demanded attention. Granted your own boldness by your pent up needs, you took a hold of his wrists and pushed them downwards, sitting up to bring your pussy into view in the hope he might skip exploration and go straight for experimentation. A needy whine was your attempt at an invitation.

To your delight and near overwhelm, Shockwave growled at the sight, his desire letting you know the move was the right one even before he spoke with the same level of open, feral want. "How do you prefer to be stimulated?"

"Clit, circles, please." you begged, incapable of anything more eloquent. Thankfully he was quite the master of blunt communication, and seemed to find the invitation more than sufficiently invigorating from the desperation with which he slipped his servo between your legs. Supporting your weight entirely, he began to rub his way from the tender skin between your legs to the sopping lips of your entrance, where he found a wealth of lubrication to get started with.

Your first moan echoed along the ceiling when his digits met your throbbing clit, the smooth mesh delighting you more than you could have ever imagined as he began to circle the erect bud as you'd requested. It occurred to you that you'd never once described such human anatomy to him, and even though you'd learned your species were shockingly similar in this regard you were confident the speed with which he'd found your sweet spot meant he'd been doing research. That thought alone had you moaning far more shamelessly, your hands holding on tightly to his servo as he adjusted you to press his thumb into your clit whilst his foredigit fingered your entrance to test its flexibility. Your eyes rolled back when you felt the heavenly stretch of him slipping inside.

"Need this. Need you." he said quickly, tail slapping the water as your open enjoyment egged him on. Dropping his spare servo to his waist, you had just enough scientific curiosity available to whip your head around in time to see his modesty plating retract, which allowed for an erection nearly as long as you were tall to swing forth with a splash. Beholding the full size and intensity of his arousal made your walls pulse around his digits, something that was not missed on the mech as he began to pump with a groan of pent up, frustrated arousal. You were hypnotized by the impressive purple length, watching in open mouthed desire as his digits moved up and down its streamlined ridges and simple rows of red biolights.

"Shockwave..." you moaned again, grinding down into his palm as the water around you grew choppy from your shared exertions. Hearing his name had exactly the effect you wanted, his thrusting digit going deeper and curling up into your sweet spot as his thumb pressed firmer circles into your clit. The warmth of your arousal running down to pool in his palm made the scientist all the more eager, his tail churning the water as his other servo splashed into the waves with every pump of his erection. Though you wanted to watch him work, you found your eyes rolling back as a familiar coil began to build in your lower body, the promise of a long overdue release making it more or less impossible to care about anything beyond the ecstasy of the moment.

"I'm so close!" you announced to encourage him, cries spilling out of you with every thrust of his wrist. Thighs quivered on either side of his palm as you practically bounced in his grasp, moving yourself to the rhythm of his masturbation and praying both of you could reach completion at around the same time. Judging by how his every sound was some animalistic growl or moan of want, you doubted it would be long, especially with his noises adding so much to your own enjoyment. There was something unspeakably flattering about having such a massive, beautiful, intelligent being moaning over what they were doing to you...

A sudden twist of his deeply buried digit and an increase in the pressure on your clit did you in without warning, making your entire body spasm in his grip as you came hard around him, throbbing walls sending waves of ecstasy through your very being. Stars swirled in the spinning lights overhead, forcing you to grab him for balance as you rode out the release you'd needed for weeks without relief.

Seeing you so overcome pushed Shockwave into his own explosive release, his spinal strut arching as he came in plentiful ropes of transfluid that gushed over himself and grazed your bare back. Moaning in euphoria, he somehow managed to keep you balanced and upright as his hips twitched into every throb, the remainder of the mess being washed away by the waves even before reality came hurtling back. You managed to catch a glance of his near theatrical release before your own orgasm faded into the afterglow, and by the time he did the same you were much closer to unconsciousness than you would have thought possible.

Collapsing in his grip, you very nearly fell off into the water before he released his spent spike to hold you up with both servos, chassis rising and falling as he ventilated hard to cool off. Naked and completely satisfied, you allowed the warm water to welcome you as you were laid flat on his chest, your own ribs expanding repeatedly for deep breaths of exertion. You weren't sure you'd ever been more spent in your life...

"I built a small station on the far side of my lair. There is a platform on which you can rest and dry off." Shockwave said suddenly, total exhaustion belying the monumental step forward the two of you had just taken. It didn't even really hit you when you nodded for him to proceed, your limp body staying just where he kept it on his chassis as he swam slowly in the direction indicated. Purring, you noted the lingering warmth of his release on your back with a bit of pride. Shockwave had needed this just as desperately as you had...

Laying on his chest as the two of you lazily floated towards your destination, you wondered what might come next in your relationship, but admittedly couldn't think of much of anything in depth with so little energy to spare. It was enough just to be happy with him, with how everything had turned out since the fateful day the two of you had met... Judging by how tenderly he cupped you to himself as he swam along, you dared to believe he felt the same way, and if he preferred to show such emotions the way you'd just experienced you were more than fine with it.

#valveplug #transformers #lemon #maccadam #robot x human relations #tf #self insert #human reader #merformers #mermay #shockwave x reader #transformers x reader #x reader #nsfw////#tf imagines

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Jeśli chcecie się przekonać, jak lata przeszukiwania archiwów i przeglądania dokumentów przekuć na intrygującą powieść beletrystyczną, to sięgnijcie po „Sprzymierzeńca” Bartosza Rdułtowskiego. Autor nie jest debiutantem – ma na swoim koncie ponad 20 książek, w których opisywał wojenne i powojenne tajemnice Gór Sowich, kompleksu Riese i Zamku Książ. Jednak „Sprzymierzeniec” to debiut beletrystyczny – takiej publikacji w dorobku Autora do tej pory nie było. Jak poradził sobie na nowym gruncie?

Po pierwsze, obmyślił ciekawą fabułę. Niby wszystko już było: dziennikarz wpada na trop zagadki z czasów II wojny, jest tam tajemnicza postać o nieznanych personaliach, jest obietnica zmiany układu sił w trwającym konflikcie i jest wreszcie projekt „Riese”, ale idzie to wszystko jakoś sprawniej, akcja zawiązuje się bardzo szybko, a i zagadka taka, że przynajmniej na samym wstępie nie wiadomo jeszcze, o co dokładnie chodzi. Choć jedno jest pewne – kluczowe będą Góry Sowie.

Po drugie, stworzył sympatycznych bohaterów. Maciek i Krzysztof są tacy bardzo zwyczajni. Jak my wszyscy. Nie robią super kariery, nie mają szóstego zmysłu, a ich udział w całej sprawie jest taki trochę przypadkowy, przez co łatwo nam się z nimi utożsamić. A, no i jest jeszcze Patrycja, która zajmuje się wprowadzaniem zamieszania w interpretacji historii „Riese”, puszczając w internetowy obieg zaskakujące teorie dotyczące tego projektu, ale poświęca się też stereotypowo przypisanym kobietom czynnościom, zajmując się na przykład gotowaniem. Nie dajcie się jednak zwieść pozorom, Patrycja to na pewno nie stereotypowa przedstawicielka płci żeńskiej, a takie jej przedstawienie to nie wyraz szowinistycznych poglądów Autora, a świadomy zabieg, którego sens stanie się jasny, jeśli przeczytacie książkę do końca.

Po trzecie, widać, że wie, o czym pisze i to wychodzi książce na dobre. Jest to tematyka Bartosza Rdułtowskiego i jej znajomość przebija z każdej strony. Nie ma długich opisów, wyjaśnień, tłumaczenia poszczególnych wątków. Autor umiejętnie wiąże ze sobą różne fakty i przypuszczenia, świetnie łączy to, co wiadomo z tym, co bardziej lub mniej prawdopodobne oraz z wytworami swojej wyobraźni. Świadomie wplata motyw najnowszych osiągnięć technologicznych. W rezultacie otrzymujemy opowieść głęboko zakorzenioną w historii, której rozwinięciem są zaskakujące wizje przyszłych wydarzeń. Czy okażą się prorocze?

Po czwarte, akcję obudował interesującym wątkiem politycznym, który w dobrych książkach historycznych zawsze być musi, więc i tutaj się znalazł. I jest to wątek bardzo aktualny. Jak powiedział Autor w udzielonym nam w maju wywiadzie, który możecie przeczytać na blog.przystanekd.pl: – Nie bez przyczyny zdecydowałem się na taki scenariusz. Widmo atomowej apokalipsy nigdy nie było tak realne, jak w ciągu minionych kilku lat. A że w „Sprzymierzeńcu” chciałem nie tylko dać Czytelnikom intelektualną rozrywkę, ale też poruszyć szereg tematów wartych głębszego przemyślenia, to jednym z nich jest przerażający scenariusz globalnego atomowego konfliktu. Czy to, co (być może) zostało ukryte w Górach Swoich pozwoli zdobyć przewagę jednej ze stron tego konfliktu, zażegnać go czy może – mu zapobiec?

Przekonajcie się sami, a my liczymy na dalszy ciąg „Sprzymierzeńca”, o którym Autor – jak przyznał w cytowanym już wywiadzie – dużo ostatnio myśli. [jk]

Bartosz Rdułtowski Sprzymierzeniec Wydawnictwo Technol 2024 ISBN: 978-83-60672-84-4 288 stron, 145x200 mm oprawa miękka

#dolnośląska biblioteczka #przystanekd #beletrystyka #tajemnice #wydawnictwo technol #bartosz rdułtowski

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A wildly self-indulgent AU I'm sure nobody has ever thought of before /s

Instead of Wil coming back to the island for the Egg Event, because of *gestures wildly* all o' that, its Technoblade that washes up on the shores of Isla Quesadilla.

Technolate, as they say.

He washes up in a storm, surrounded by the broken planks of his boat, salt and sand in his hair and his face and his clothing, but he washes up on tropical shores next to a train station and a massive wall that's already been blown up at least once.

It's quiet, but he sees already the signs of settlement. And government. Cringe.

He gets up and wanders. Its early, and quiet, and his head feels distinctly empty in a way that he can't quite place.

(not from the voices, those never go away, but something else. What has he forgotten?)

Despite this, it's not long before he reunites with Fit MC of 2b2t after so many years. They catch up - it's been so long since Earth, since the Antarctic Empire, though the details are... fuzzy. The voices offer their dubious help, but there are whole chunks of time missing. Regardless, Fit is a friendly face, and he's a fountain of information.

And then Fit shows him the adoption center and tells him about these orphans that everyone's adopted. It's all very heartwarming, he's sure, but he's happy to not have anything to do with all this orphan nonsense.

"I mean, are they really orphans if they've all been adopted? There was a certificate and everything." Fit ponders. Techno isn't sure if he agrees, but he's willing to let it be for now, because Technoblade hears a noise in the ceiling, and sees a suspicious trapdoor, and Chat goes wild.

Inside the attic, there's a kid. There's a curly mop of hair huddled in the corner, looking up at the pair, and Technoblade freezes.

"Uh. Hey." He says. Fit approaches the glass wall trapping the kid - like a dog in a kennel, he thinks - and opens the door. Techno stays right where he is by the trapdoor, thanks. "You don't happen to have parents, do you?"

And thats how Technoblade ends up responsible for the life of an orphan.

#qsmp #technoblade #if you see this let me know if you want me to expand on it. I might anyway but.#canonchallulah writes a thing

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Daniel & the Talamasca (SPOILERS)

I can see what the reviewers meant when they complained about the Talamasca & Daniel.

We start off with Daniel nervous AF, tryna keep tabs on all the mindscrewy shenanigans (at the sushi restaurant on his lunchbreak or whatever).

Today's... etcetc Cell phones, google -- Daniel, your handwriting effing sucks. San Francisco. Polynesian Mary's Playboy magazines as a doorstop? doorstep? |CLAUDIA| Mary's cab. Coke...etcetc. Alice. They'll come for me and Kate next--you bet your arse they will! XD THIS TIME I WON'T SAVE YOUR LIFE

He draws an arrow from Save Your Life up to Playboy--I assume cuz those are two incidents with Armand that took place in SanFran?

I really like the Omakase bit--

About how many risks Daniel's subjecting himself to under the whims of these vampires--but also about Daniel's hubris/arrogance breaking the rules of engagement by thinking he has any say over what they do and what he gets out of it, by stepping onto their turf. If you can't take the heat, GTFO their kitchen.

I'm only just now noticing the foreshadowed titles of Dan's books. 🤦 Burning & Blood--AMC swears they're hilarious.

OK, Raglan's been stalking Daniel's career just like Louis did. So my early suspicion about Daniel breaking the NDA was right.

Which is SO EFFING STUPID OF HIM. They're gonna find out! Loumand's literally drawing out this giant tragedy about what happens when vampires--Armand, specifically--are LIED to, and you're gonna pull this mess on them!? You're not even being SUBTLE!

AGREEMENT.pdf--Daniel, you in danger girl.

Raglan, stop tryna gas Dan up b4 they put him off commission permanently. He's no body-snatching psychic CROOK like you.

Get this nosey bish offa my dang screen.

Oof, right in the Devil's Minion feels. U_U

O__O WOAH!? OK, so aside from Dan (played by EB, a white Jew, along with JK) throwing shade at Caucasian European Israelis (which we been knew), he's implying that Armand & Louis might be persons of interest in the UAE by the Israeli gov't & assassins, esp. cuz of their ties to powerful people. But it's funny cuz that's the exact same thing Lou asked about him.

So Dan's telling the sushi patrons there's Israeli spies/assassins crawling around Dubai--STOP, b4 you get that place John Wick'd! XD

Not MI6. 😭 I said JOHN WICK, not JAMES BOND. XD

Raglan's gone full rogue then--if he was still working for the Talamasca he'd have darn near unlimited funds--they got that dirty TEMPLAR money. 💰💰💰

Yeah, and they don't actually call the Talamasca by name in the ep itself--only in the Insider interviews the producers give.

Daniel, why TF are you talking SO EFFING LOUD, when Raglan's whispering, tryna act like he's on the phone NOT talking to you in case y'all ARE being bugged. 🤦 SUBTLETY, my guy. What kinda investigative journalist are you?

I'm starting to suspect they're not gonna do the rockstar!Lestat, and instead this stupid Great Conversion's gonna be what wakes up Akasha/Amel, when their blood/consciousness gets stretched way too thin with all these new vamps being made.

To attempt an interview...? I believe that. We already know Marius & Lestat stalked Talamasca members for decades upon decades. Ain't no way NO vampire ever tried getting close to humans & talk about their lives to someone out of loneliness or something. Esp. the ones not attached to the European covens & all their stupid Great Laws.

Rest in Preternaturalism, Raymond Gallant.

BLENDERS! XD But this is THE most Anne Ricean answer imaginable, cuz everyone lost their ish when she had her vamps flying around with GPS-trackable cellphones in their pockets as they KILLED people. Rookie mistake. 😂

Armand was on a cellphone in S01E07, and he is LITERALLY married to his iPad, so PLEASE, sir. 🙄

There's Santiago's COMPLICIT speech coming back. Ain't no moral high-ground here!

And I figured Armand/AMC was gonna pin it on AMC!Lestat, and his jaded version the Savage Garden.

Armand says technology distracts humans from vampire crimes, but what's distracting vampires from psychic/Talamasca crimes, huh?

ISTG these are the laziest vamps I've ever seen; they care so much about their privacy & security, but aren't reading Dan's mind at all? I hope one of them just casually name-drops Raglan or catches Daniel in the act or something.

Raglan said Daniel's laptop was "comically vulnerable," and uploads a bunch of data files on it from the Bibliotheca Talamasca bestiary/archives--WHY? To help show Daniel he's helpful & trustworthy?

RJ: Omakase? Louis: The conversation was easy and flirtatious.... Armand: And combative. Louis: And combative, yes. Daniel: Arguing as foreplay. RJ: Peruse at your leisure.

I hate this effing show. 🙇🙇🙇

#interview with the vampire #iwtv season 2 spoilers #the vampire chronicles #iwtv tvc metas #the hype is real #must see tv #amc immortal universe

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