#voltage knowledge

[ecoplasma]

I bet her team would be very normal

[actual-corpse]

きみとそらをとぶ　/ feat. 初音ミク & 巡音ルカ

Y'all... why does this give me intense nostalgia for a time I know I can never get back to?

Like... That's THE Pokémon song! The one you hear at the end of your journey. The one that makes you wanna go back to your mom and show her your Pokémon badges.

I really do love Pokémon lol. I love the games even though I hate battling. I'm actually in the process of trying to complete my Pokedex in Let's Go! Eevee, before I build my dream team for the Elite Four. I love my Eevee, I named her after my cat (as you do).

Idk... I'm tired, and in pain, and in my feelings about this song.

[reflections-of-mobius]

They offered a small nod. Quick recovery in high-stress situations... Maybe they'd ask the hybrid, once everything was said and done. For now, they'd be taking it at face-value.

"Th' bullets're?..." Well, Harmony had been keeping up with Berry- it shouldn't have come as any surprise to them. More to process later, when their brain could finally think instead of snagging. So much to sort...

Since when had 'save the world' entered their goals? Did it matter, when it had shot straight to the top of their list? They couldn't stand idly by while it was obliterated by a madman. But unlike their companions,...Cedar was pretty sure they didn't have a valid skill to aid in the upcoming fights, save healing. Perhaps it was fate that they got the role they usually took in games...

"Then I suppose I won't worry." There was the faintest twitch as hands laid on either shoulder- but it was swift to pass in favor of focusing on his power. A small spark, a wave of red that danced as the quills on the back of his head all tensed by the smallest margin. Red flickering and flowing, grasping at that power. He could see the momentary flash of a warning- Chaos Control. In an old, dusty base filled with memories that ached like old wounds- the next, the pristine walls of an up-to-date base that felt both familiar, and utterly, totally foreign.

"It's fine." It wasn't like any of them could get hurt, anyway. At least, not by something going that slow. The showering glass did nothing to him- though Cedar had instinctively raised their hands to defend. They paused as the glass harmlessly landed on their fur and bounced off- not scratching skin. Alright...?

"Goin'!" The pounding of boots, the yell of soldiers as bullets plinked and clattered to the floor. Ahead, the field of lasers that had been active when the four initially landed was gone. Just a short hallway- one that Shadow was swift to run down, a blur of orange and red. His sparks had bounced along the corridor, jumping at the last moment to slam into the door- smashing it open, into darkness.

"What the Hell-?!"

"Aren't those the monsters from Tokyo????"

Cedar was running as fast as they could, their ears laying flat on their head. They barely glanced back- some sort of force field- before their eyes were forward again. Volt's kid was something else. They couldn't be more grateful in that moment, honestly.

"Harmony!" Time to pull back a bit- narrow the point down. The four wouldn't be staying long- just enough time to find that damn key, and then they'd be gone. Though, with the power out...well.

"Try th' center of th' room- it's where every boss hides quest items!"

Volt wasn’t entirely sure the skills Cedar was offering would work on him or his daughter, being that they were from another Zone completely. But he wasn’t willing to completely write it off. “Just stick with Shadow. Trust me. I recover quick in high stress situations.”

Also known as the older hybrid would just bully his body into cooperating. But he had to snort at his daughter’s giggle at the hedgehog’s warning.

“Please. Most bullets are too slow t’ hit me.” Not to mention the teen’s other skill but that was something they’d get to see in action shortly. With nothing left to keep them there, Volt placed a hand on Shadow’s shoulder as Harmony did the same on the opposite. This way it left his hands open to keep hold of Cedar. The warp was one that had Volt shaking off the lingering nausea quickly, glancing around and immediately doing as he promised.

Where in Shadow’s abilities manifested mostly in his quills, Volt’s could be felt surging through his entire body. What Chaos Energy he could draw on was converted into Electricity that he sent outward into the wall the moment his hand made contact. The blaring alarms stuttered and silenced as the lights above popped one after the other.

“Sorry for the shower. Can’t help that one…” Really he couldn’t but at least it told him that the majority of the facility was going to be offline as the sound of thundering boots could be heard heading their way.

“Go. We’ll cover ya!” Harmony called as she stepped between those coming and the three adults. Moments before gunfire blazed down the hallway, her hands raised and spread. A bright green shield appeared in the width of it, protecting all four Mobians from the bullets now harmlessly plinking off the translucent energy.

[prokopetz]

Fifteen years ago it was common knowledge that if you wanted to buy a gaming PC, the first thing you did with it should always be to replace the fans, heat sinks and power supply with hardware that doesn't suck, because they always cut corners on those components to increase their profit margins, and it turns out a midrange tower will often outperform a top-of-the-line model that's suffering from constant voltage drops and running thirty degrees over the recommended operating temperature. I've been idly looking into the possibility of upgrading lately, and I cannot believe the situation has gotten even worse in that span. I just saw a pre-built box from a major brand sporting a GeForce 40 series running on a 400 watt PSU. Dude, what the fuck.

[lazyufos]

i think my existence rn can be summed up as heart of gold and sense of none

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Previously... "How you wished your phone hadn't died few days ago"

Me: Gentlemen,Ladies and Enby's. I have an solution >:)

OKAY OKAY SO,The party fights Yellow Loong and after defeat,they get their thunder staff,yeah? Reader thinks it's so cool and then it clicks to them to CHARGE their phone by the use of the staff!!! Which does work HAHA instantly goes %100 in span of 5 seconds lmao

And reader shows the destined one some photos (like their family,friends of school/college,time they went to zoo and hold finger monkey,yes. It's a thing,look at it up hehe)

At last,reader takes selfie with The destined one and Zhu Baige cuz they don't want to forget them c:

Also drink water,gotta stay hydrated! 💜🫵🏻

"This will never work."

"And if it works, you'll be so sorry you had doubted me, old man!"

Bajie, sighing, Just pointed out the destined one, who was holding that small black tablet in his right hand with the nail of his pinky in the small hole at the base of the same object.

"Kid, stop indulge her! Be the rational one here!"

"What can I say?" He said, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm quite curious too about this phone thing."

"Oooh, yes, of course! Cuuurious, he said. Well, if it's turned out to burn at a crisp, do not come cry to me, young lady!"

You just laugh it out; even if it were true, you knew that the old pig was a soft heart for you and would surely comfort you.

"Ok so," you started to explain for the last time, "go really low on the voltage, enough to the cilinder with the green liquid to appear. Once Is full and made a sound, stop!"

"It seems simple; sure, is it going to work?"

"Well, maybe? ... Anyway, it doesn't matter! Just go!"

So, what were you up to this time?

A few days after your arrival, your phone, as you suspected would have happened, had died since the lack of electricity.

Between a deadly danger and another being eaten attempt, your mind completely forgotten about the device's lost usage until, after the fight against Yellowbrow, the idea of using that newfound power struck you.

You weren't sure that it could work; you were prepared to lose forever your phone, to be fair, but a small try never hurt anyone, right?

And fortune favorite, the bold!

After the small sound front the phone, you started to jump in happiness, finally with the last connection of your original world in your hands.

"AH! YES! IT WORK IT WORK! AHAH!"

The other two laughed a little, noticing how your fingers were able to move in the device with knowledge and security.

"All right, all right," said Bajie, sitting next to you when you decided to calm down. "Now, what does this little thing do?"

"Okay! Basically, we use It tò call people, message them...communication in general!"

"Oh so..." Yuán Fèn seemed startled when, after touching one of the apps on the screen, the color changed "is like... a bird or... and Messanger?"

"Well yes? Everything happens in seconds instead of hours or days! Unfortunately, without connection, it's useless for that part."

"Ah! So I was right! "

"Buuuut It can do something more intriguing for you!"

Once you shot the camera, your two friends, after a brief moment of surprise from their own faces showing up inside that small box, seemed more interested than before.

"Is that a mirror?"

"Nope! It's a camera! We use it to make photos!"

"What's a pho-u-toh?"

"Photo! Or photograph!" You laugh after Bajie misspells "it's like a panting, but far more precise. Using light, you can press the image on paper. Now, a phone camera doesn't exactly work like that, but you get the idea."

You stod up and put the device in front of the pigface.

"Now smile! I'll show you!"

After you took the picture, with the image of a still confused Bajie on it, you showed it to him. After a moment of silence, he started to laugh about it.

"You are surely full of surprises!"

///

"HEY! Is that a baby?!"

"Baby, aren't you that small, you dork!"

"Yes, they are! They smal like your brain!"

Once again, you have to save yourself and your phone from another monkey's fist fight between the children. Now that you had shown them your small magic box, like they like to call it, they were always eager to make one with you or ask you to make one for them, only to laugh about their own faces or what was happening. You even make a few videos of them, which just make them go more crazy than before. 

But then they discovered your other photos.

They seemed to enjoy, especially the ones that you had taken the day you had decided to help your auntie in her school trip at the Zoo. They loved the ones that you had taken at the monkey enclosure; they loved to see that you were familiar with their kind even before the change of world!

Well, they weren't the only ones that enjoyed the device. Once, you decided to show it to the youngest of the spider sisters, showing her the video that you took of her while dancing, and she laughed all the time, enjoying it to see her own performance.

You even took the chance to use it to make ohotos of every place that you and the Destined one were able to visit. Yellow ridge, the snowy fields, the mountains...every place was a new set for one of your photos, and every time he was inside too.

He had never shown quite the interest like everyone, but he seemed still happy to know that you wanted to cherish the memories that you had there with him. But what he really loved were your own memories, the photos of your past, and your family. He loved sharing them with you, knowing you deeper.

"This is your..."

"Cousin. My cousin."

"Oh yes, yes...and this is your cat, right?"

"Sorta, it shows up now and then. I like to leave it some food for it, so it doesn't starve."

"Ah, got it..." then another photo, that you tried to pass fastly, had passed under his eyes of you near someone.

"And that one? The one with the guy?"

"Ah, it was nothing." Your tone seemed almost off, like to avoid the discussion.

"Nothing?" He raised his eyebrows. "I saw you smiling! How was it nothing?"

And soon, you get back on the photo and delete it.

"As I said, nothing."

It seemed that he still needed to know you better.

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[luiluvr]

I have a little fluffy thought either for a fic (if your requests are open) or a bot, you choose! Being Luigi's first ever girlfriend!! I imagine meeting him at a robotics competition in his last year of highschool, your school being there too. And you just clicked instantly. But both misread that click for friendship instead of more. You kept in contact over the year, and don't see each other again until second year of university when you switch from the one you were attending to Penn. And now they both are like oh!that click was something else!

you are in love || luigi mangione

A/N: i love this prompt sm, i know you guys are awaiting a couple different fics i've been talking about, but this one has me in such a chokehold (btw it’s literally 3 am for me i am DYING but i persisted to finish this fic or else i wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully. 😈)

WARNINGS: none, fluff, f!reader, mostly proofread?

SUMMARY: You met Luigi back in 2015 during a robotics competition and hit it off. However, what could've been was overlooked. You kept in contact, but it wasn't as often as either of you would've preferred — not until you transferred to UPenn in your sophomore year and found Luigi again. It was a fun reunion, you spoke about your first meeting and soon both came to realize: it was love. you are in love.

WC: 3.3k

Circa 2016. You saw him from across the room, it was a big robotics competition in Pennsylvania, you were nerve-fueled and simultaneously excited for this day. That was until you saw your competition was Luigi Mangione, a boy you had only heard about from the people on your robotics team, they competed with Gilman the year before, and boy the stories of how competitive, (while staying respectful,) kind and intelligent he was – he is – it was intriguing. You wanted to meet him, but you felt out of place almost. Such a bright person while also knowing how to use it; especially in this area… Perfect mix of looks and brains, it didn’t help he came from a private school – with that knowledge you just knew you were done for before it even began.

“Why are you staring at Mangione?” Your teammate, not friend material quite yet. A sigh leaves your lips, you turn your attention to Erin. “I’m not staring, I’m observing the competition, Erin.” Your voice lingers with a slight attitude, he chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s what staring is.” “No, not generally,” you replied.

“He’s a looker.” Erin grins suggestively, you hit him in the side with your elbow, brows furrowed. “Do not go there.”

“Why? You got a crush on him?”

“Absolutely not, he is the enemy today.”

Erin tosses his hands up defensively, a stupid smile on his face. “Just know he’s been observing you too.” With that, and not answering your “what?!” Erin takes his leave, quickly. Very quickly. You look at your beat-up sneakers and blink, taking in those words. He’s been observing you too, was he? Or was Erin being a total prick? Usually, you would know when someone’s staring at you, was Luigi just that discreet? Probably. A perfect kid like that, no surprise. 

Twenty minutes later you were busy with your team’s robot and making sure it was ready for the face-off. It was crucial that everything was just right and worked properly because the smallest mishap could cost you everything. “What’s the voltage on it?” A voice asked from behind you, as you were wiping the side of the robot, you found Luigi standing in the corner of your gaze. 

Trying to stay put together, with the curly-haired brunette watching your task, you answered. “About 12, anything higher would’ve fried it.”

“Couldn’t have made it bigger?”

“That would take away from the specialty of Pochacco.” You smile cheekily, knowing you had snuck the name of the Sanrio character last minute for the robot. It had a white-light blue tint to the coloring. Made sense. “Pochacco?” He laughed, he had such a pretty smile. That laugh was even better, so gentle to the ears and tender to your heart.

“Yes, Pochacco.” You say, standing and placing your hands on your hips. “What’s that, a cartoon character?” Luigi responds.

“Sanrio.” 

“Ah, so like Hello Kitty?”

“Precisely.”

He gazes at the robot for a moment and looks back to you, “Got to say I’m impressed with the modeling here.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Very much so, you seemed to have hidden the wires better than other teams, usually exposure of that stuff takes away points of display, I suppose.”

“This is my first year participating. I didn’t want my robot looking goofy despite my teammate’s extra five cents.” He pauses, letting your words sink into his brain, “First year participating, huh? So, did you code and engineer prior to this or...?”

You shake your head, it sounded unrealistic, “This is my first year doing any of it. I’ve always been so intrigued by robotics, computer sciences in general, and although I suck at like the primary subjects I figured, why not?”

Luigi listened to you intently, smiling the entire time. He soaked in and completely enjoyed listening to you talk, “That’s fascinating. Most of the other students doing this have been trained since middle school — I, myself included.” He began rambling on about his team’s robot, using a lot of terms you weren’t fully familiar with yet, and honestly, it sounded really complicated compared to little Pochacco. You nod and smile as though you’re smart enough to understand everything Luigi was saying, even though it felt like his big, nerdy language was slowly frying your brain.

“Interesting.” Was all you could muster up as he chatted, although it felt so brief – in reality you had been talking for over thirty minutes because now the teachers were rounding everyone up back to their teams, and unfortunately, now Luigi had left your side.

Even though your team placed a solid 4th, you know you did as well as you could – for Luigi now, his team was struggling. You could sense his stress from across the room, seeing as he wasn’t the one handling the robot, he fidgeted with his hands anxiously and shot small glares at the other boy on his team who was using the remote control. 

When the competition was over and finalized, neither your team nor Luigi’s made it to the big, stupendous finals – you walked towards each other once more and firmly shook hands, respectively. “Good effort, Mangione.” You state as his hand swallows yours. “To you too. Are you doing anything else after?” You shake your head in response and shrug. “Doubtful, sometimes we get pizza after our meets and stuff but normally I just go home. I’m not big on pizza.”

“Not big on pizza, huh? That’s a first.”

“Ate it too much growin’ up,” you say quietly, adjusting the sleeve of your sweater. Luigi nods, he rubs the back of his neck and gazes over you, “suppose that’s fair. I think we’re going to uh, Dylan’s family’s restaurant.” He paused, clearly nervous about his question, “Would you come with me?” He flashes a gentle, welcoming smile. “If you don’t want you, you don’t have to, I understand – one-hundred percent, I-” you pondered it as he stumbled over his words. 

“I don’t have my wallet with me.” You chuckled; and he waves it off. “Nonsense, I’ll pay for you. I mean our coach usually pays – and Dylan gets a discount since… But no – I’ll take care of you – I mean, the bill. Don’t worry.” He was cute, the way he butchered his chance of speaking to you, it only made him that much more endearing. You gently brush a bother lock of hair behind your ear and adjust your posture as you finally give in and nod. “Okay, but I’ll pay you back.” He denies the offer, but you insist on it.

For almost three years.

Erin did mention during the last robotics competition that Luigi had asked for you, where you were and why you were no longer on the team. He longed to see you again, to chat, to see that face he had once gazed at and found himself imagining new things he never really thought of prior. Love and a life that he could’ve gotten used to. 

Luigi knew it wasn’t the time, he saw you once, then that was it. He couldn’t just message you and confess how he felt when he was seventeen – because surely you had moved on in life to bigger and better things. The girl he imagined the rest of his life with at a robotics competition, in love, destined to be betrothed to another man – or lady. He would never know. Perhaps it was best that he stuck to the occasional “hey, how are things?” and move along. The odds of meeting up with each other due to his busy schedule and bodily problems, it would be a little difficult, considering he knew you were still residing in Maryland when college season rolled around for the two of you. He just couldn’t fathom that – not having you, he never even had a girlfriend before, so it’s not like he knew the feeling of longing for a girl who was probably on another path, who could care less what he felt then – and what he still felt today. 

You and Luigi had spoken often after the robotics competition, exchanged numbers and checked in on one another – not as much as either of you wished. Truthfully, sitting in that booth when the two of you were just about seventeen, (or eighteen) — there was something in the air you could never quite pinpoint. You felt oddly drawn to the male, was it those beautiful hazel eyes, or his genuine, humble personality? The answer was still unsolved, but you carried the thoughts with you for the time following. Whatever God used to make that boy really stuck on you, as you wondered about him every day, when you didn’t talk to him or see him for a long time. You never signed up for the robotics team during second semester of senior year – ditched for AP and concurrent classes in hopes of having the perfect application to any college around your home state.

When you transferred from a local college in Maryland to UPenn – a very fascinating ivy league university in Pennsylvania, you weren’t one to envision yourself going to a big, fancy college like UPenn, Stanford, or any of the other ivy leagues in America. Although, studying abroad would’ve been interesting. 

Now, here you were, walking into the campus as some guide assisted you toward the dorms, because you had no clue where the hell anything was in this place. There was a map – sure, but it was more confusing. Whilst walking, you just happened to glance up at some laughter of two boys trailing in front of you and the guide. You recognized the slightly taller one almost immediately; those tight dark curls, those disgusting, long lashes, and cheeky smile. He was still somewhat lanky, but it was obvious he grew a few more inches, tanned, and maybe started working out. Opposed the shorter, skinny nerd you saw at the robotics face-off in 2016. 

Stopping in your tracks, you tilted your head as he was about to pass by and you awkwardly stepped in front of him and when he realized who you were, it was like an angel kissed life back into him with the way his eyes lit up and twinkled in the midday sun. “Luigi?” You question, he nods, almost mute at the shock that you were here, in the flesh, right in front of him – looking as gorgeous as ever honestly. “Holy shit, what’re you doing here?” He smiles, without hesitation, bringing you into his tight, warm embrace. You wrap your arms around his thicker-growing waist, your hair barely meeting his chest. Gosh, you had to rub your face clear of the pink tint that grew in your cheeks.

“H-how are you?” You smile nervously.

“Good – I’m good…” he says quietly. “How about you? I didn’t know you went here..”

“I just transferred actually – but I’m doing well, thank you.” You replied, he rubs the back of his neck, the same way he used to. You can’t help but let your smile grow a little more, you couldn’t deny the way your heart flooded with happiness – because all of those nights spent wondering what happened to him and where he was now had haunted you. Here he was though, not moved too far away, somewhere someone with his brains would be expected to attend college.

With your newfound – old friend here, you kindly dismissed the tour to be able to hang out with him, of course the girl understood and you were enthralled to spend time with the boy you never thought you’d see face-to-face again. Luigi helped you find your dorm, which *coincidentally* he also was staying in, unfortunately though, he did mention he was planning on trying to join a fraternity, so him as a neighbor might not be for long.

You both spent extra time together, he helped you settle into your dorm, unpack and you both caught up. Discussing how life’s treated you so far, what you’re up to education wise — so on and so forth. It was surreal, seeing him, knowing he was next door now.

For him he knew he had a chance again, when questioned about your love life, you only chuckled. Luigi raised a brow as he helped you disassemble the moving boxes and gently slide them underneath your bed for another time’s use. “I’m not seeing anyone, I guess I’ve just been too busy trying to figure out other stuff I forgot about that part of life. Not really looking either.” You say after a minute.

He nods understandingly, pouting his lips as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Me either. No girlfriend or exes.” He says, stretching just enough. His shirt rides up his hip a bit and he exhales.

“So no man has caught you yet?”

“No.”

“Too bad…” He murmurs, smiling softly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms, leaning back on the wall across from your bed where he sat. “Well… You’re very pretty, obviously you’re smart because you were admitted into an ivy league university, plus you’re just nice from what I know.”

Was he hitting on you right now?

“I’m flattered.” You say quietly, eyeing him a little. “I could say the same thing about you though.” He blushes a little, shrugging.

“Just haven’t found the right one.” He stated nonchalantly.

“Neither have I.”

Imagine that. Being Luigi’s first girlfriend ever, getting to experience him as a human romantically all to yourself. You couldn’t — okay you could imagine it. Even if it was wrong. The two of you sat and chatted even longer, ordering some DoorDash and staying in. Furthermore, just getting to know each other, you never really spent a lot of time asking about the other’s favorite things, hobbies and interests so now was the time. Now — you could finally focus on one another.

Luigi was one in a billion. The sweetest and most overall perfect man ever created. You had no idea how someone could even be this caring and talented. He dreamed of going to Hawaii, saw himself living there for his life, the culture, the sights, you could tell that it meant a lot to him.

You hoped life would always be good to him.

For Luigi, having you back in his life wasn’t enough. He needed you, he wanted you, he didn’t even realize it but you were the person he wished to wake up next to every day for the rest of his life. Maybe he was jumping into this too fast but he envisioned himself putting a ring on your finger as he fell asleep, now that you were here — he might have a chance at that fantasy he pondered for five years.

He was grown up a bit more now, he wasn’t “out of his mind” anymore. He felt the thump in his chest, and lying here now, in the dead of night — with you as a dorm neighbor. The possibilities. He could just text you and see you in the hallway, even if it was wrong. He could ask you to go out and do something off campus with him, even if it meant stringing out his feelings just so you were comfortable and not feeling pressured or rushed to a relationship with him.

Weirdly enough, you were up late too thinking about him. Normally you would pass out the second your head hit the pillows but now it just felt — odd. Like a force was pulling you from slumber just to remind you of the male next door.

Quietly you got up, without disturbing your new roommate, your first impression wasn’t the greatest of bringing a random guy into the dorm and making a lot of noise by chatting almost the remainder of the day.

You shot a text to Lu, “Are u awake?” and he very quickly responded.

“Yea, I can’t sleep lol.”

“Neither can I, do you want to go downstairs or something?”

“Sounds nice.”

With that you both crept out into the hallway, and begun chatting again, you walked down the dorm’s stairs, slowly and savoring each second with the other. It wasn’t until Luigi halted and looked at you, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “When we met each other, you know — I always felt like there was something more between us. Am I crazy?”

You paused and stared back at him awkwardly, you knew what he meant though. You were fully aware of how strong that tension was but both of you were so unaware. “We clicked.”

“Exactly.” He says. “Like, back then I felt drawn to you, maybe it was a crush but also… I just think it was…”

“Something else?”

“Yeah.. Somethin’ else.”

“Don’t worry, me too. That’s how I’ve felt.”

“I’ve been nervous to express that to you, after the competition I really wanted to reach out and hang with you more. Every day. All the time. I really just wanted you. But I kept pushing it off more and more until it was really late and it wouldn’t mean anything anymore.”

You felt a pang in your chest at that, you tilt your head and smile weakly, reaching to place a hand on his shoulder. “I know. I lived that exact same experience as well. I guess that ‘click’ was more than just us getting along.”

“I think so.” He smiled.

A small silence hung over the two of you, he titled his head to look at you better in the dim-lit stairwell and even with his messed up hair it’s the best he’s ever looked. “Will you let me be your boyfriend?” He blurts out, obviously spur of the moment, and his eyes read that he panicked internally after asking that.

Will you let me be your boyfriend?

The way he worded it, not will you be my girlfriend, or would you be my girlfriend, but will you let him be your boyfriend.

That sold you out, you nod and smile. He grins, his dimples flashing his pretty teeth and handsome complexion. Your heart flutters and you can’t help but gaze at him with all the love your body can offer. “May I kiss you?” He asked politely, itching just to hold you.

“Absolutely.” You said, and he quickly — but gently cups your jaw and tilts it up just enough to press his soft, plump lips against your own. You melt into him, tip toeing on your old Converse to wrap your arms around his neck while his arms envelop your waist.

The kiss lasted longer than maybe it should have — but it was tender and everything you ever dreamed it would be. Something for the books, something to document eternally because Luigi Mangione would be the boy you would never forget.

And he was so proud to call you his, he loved taking you out, showing you off. You were his first girlfriend and overall, his first love and vice versa. He would do anything for you, anything. He took you shopping even when you weren’t feeling up to it, because you didn’t want to spend extra money on things that weren’t necessary to everyday life — but secretly he’d buy things you were looking at and saying you liked throughout trips and then surprise you with them.

He’d take you out to eat at least once or twice a week, but always eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with you on campus any other time. He told all his friends about you, and they were astounded at how he had evolved since you came back into the picture.

He was so happy — and you were too. He loved having dates with you, whether it was a restaurant, movies, a long walk at the park during sunset or just laying in bed together rambling for hours and annoying your roommates; he couldn’t think of anything better to do.

He brushes your hair behind your ear as you lie beside him, smiling so sweetly as you always had. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

“You’re so handsome.”

“Yeah, but you’re so perfect.” He snickers.

“Well, you are in love.”

“Damn right.”

[shanblackrx]

(first two pics is Yin talking)

In all my years of following thai BL actors, I can't for the life of me think of anyone else as sensible and artistic as War is. As an artist myself, I truly appreciate whenever he talks about art and craft, and even life in general, because he's always so earnest, and since he hungers so deeply for knowledge and understanding of things, it's interesting to see moments like this through his own lenses.

Whenever he talks about art and life, it's usually so deep and beautiful it almost doesn't seem like he's a fucking hyperactive gremlin plugged in a high voltage fully charged battery 24/7

War Wanarat, please never change.

[alice-after-dark]

Okay but hear me out

Vox using his powers in a medical/healing sense.

He could use his power over electricity to cauterize wounds and reattach limbs (which would probably would accelerate the regeneration process), restart someone's heart, and I was today years old when I found out that electrosurgery is a thing (literally using electricity at varying frequencies and voltages to do a variety of things).

Vox being the fucking healer in the Vees.

Plus anatomical knowledge obtained from a certain former friend who just happens to be a cannibal serial killer and knows quite a bit about the intricacies of the human body

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 5 EPISODE 07  ||THE BALLAD OF ROGER MAC ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Jamie was standing by Gideon, whom he had tethered to a tree. He would go into battle with his men, on foot. He was taking his pistols from the saddlebag, putting away the extra ammunition in the pouch at his belt. His head was bent, absorbed in the details of what he was doing. I felt a sudden, dreadful urgency. I must touch him, must say something. I tried to tell myself that Bree was right; this was nothing; likely not even a shot would be fired—and yet there were three thousand armed men here on the banks of the Alamance, and the knowledge of bloodshed hummed and buzzed among them. I left Brianna sitting on her rock, burning eyes fixed on the wood, and hurried to him. “Jamie,” I said, and put a hand on his arm. It was like touching a high-voltage wire; power hummed inside the insulation of his flesh, ready to erupt in a burst of crackling light. They say one can’t let go of such a line; a victim of electrocution simply freezes to the wire, helpless to move or save himself, as the current burns through brain and heart.

He put his hand on mine, looking down.

“A nighean donn,” he said, and smiled a little. “Have ye come to wish me luck, then?”

I smiled back as best I could, though the current sizzled through me, stiffening the muscles of my face as it burned. “I couldn’t let you go without saying . . . something. I suppose ‘Good luck’ will do.” I hesitated, words jamming in my throat with the sudden urge to say much more than there was time for. In the end, I said only the important things.

“Jamie—I love you. Be careful!”

He didn’t remember Culloden, he said. I wondered suddenly whether that loss of memory extended to the hours just before the battle, when he and I had said farewell. Then I looked into his eyes and knew it did not.

“‘Good luck’ will do,”

he said, and his hand tightened on mine, likewise frozen to the current that surged between us.

“‘I love ye’ does much better.”

He touched my hand, lifted his own and touched my hair, my face, looking into my eyes as though to capture my image in this moment—just in case it should be his last glimpse of me.

“There may come a day when you and I shall part again,”

he said softly, at last, and his fingers brushed my lips, light as the touch of a falling leaf. He smiled faintly.

“But it willna be today.”

[girlactionfigure]

1 Nobel Prize in Chemistry - The Development of Multiscale Models for Complex Chemical Systems

2 Nobel Prize in Chemistry - Quasiperiodic Crystals

3 Nobel Prize in Chemistry - Decoding the Structure and The Function of The Ribosome

4 Nobel Prize in Economic Sciences - Repeated Games

5 Nobel Prize in Chemistry – Ubiquitin, Deciding the Fate of Defective Proteins in Living Cells

6 Nobel Prize in Economics - Human Judgment and Decision-Making Under Uncertainty

7 Fields Medal Award in Mathematics

8 Turing Award - Machine Reasoning Under Uncertainty

9 Turing Award - Nondeterministic Decision-Making

10 Turing Award - The Development of Interactive Zero-Knowledge Proofs

11 Turing Award - Developing New Tools for Systems Verification

12 Vine Seeds Discovered from The Byzantine Period

13 The World’s Most Ancient Hebrew Inscription

14 Ancient Golden Treasure Found at Foot of Temple Mount

15 Sniffphone - Mobile Disease Diagnostics

16 Discovering the Gene Responsible for Fingerprints Formation

17 Pillcam - For Diagnosing and Monitoring Diseases in The Digestive System

18 Technological Application of The Molecular Recognition and Assembly Mechanisms Behind Degenerative Disorders

19 Exelon – A Drug for The Treatment of Dementia

20 Azilect - Drug for Parkinson’s Disease

21 Nano Ghosts - A “Magic Bullet” For Fighting Cancer

22 Doxil (Caelyx) For Cancer Treatment

23 The Genetics of Hearing

24 Copaxone - Drug for The Treatment of Multiple Sclerosis

25 Preserving the Dead Sea Scrolls

26 Developing the Biotechnologies of Valuable Products from Red Marine Microalgae

27 A New Method for Recruiting Immune Cells to Fight Cancer

28 Study of Bacterial Mechanisms for Coping with Temperature Change

29 Steering with The Bats 30 Transmitting Voice Conversations Via the Internet

31 Rewalk – An Exoskeleton That Enables Paraplegics to Walk Again

32 Intelligent Computer Systems

33 Muon Detectors in The World's Largest Scientific Experiment

34 Renaissance Robot for Spine and Brain Surgery

35 Mobileye Accident Prevention System

36 Firewall for Computer Network Security

37 Waze – Outsmarting Traffic, Together

38 Diskonkey - USB Flash Drive

39 Venμs Environmental Research Satellite

40 Iron Dome – Rocket and Mortar Air Defense System

41 Gridon - Preventing Power Outages in High Voltage Grids

42 The First Israeli Nanosatellite

43 Intel's New Generation Processors

44 Electroink - The World’s First Electronic Ink for Commercial Printing

45 Development of A Commercial Membrane for Desalination

46 Developing Modern Wine from Vines of The Bible

47 New Varieties of Seedless Grapes

48 Long-Keeping Regular and Cherry Tomatoes

49 Adapting Citrus Cultivation to Desert Conditions

50 Rhopalaea Idoneta - A New Ascidian Species from The Gulf of Eilat

51 Life in The Dead Sea - Various Fungi Discovered in The Brine

52 Drip Technology - The Irrigation Method That Revolutionized Agriculture

53 Repair of Heart Tissues from Algae

54 Proof of The Existence of Imaginary Particles, Which Could Be Used in Quantum Computers

55 Flying in Peace with The Birds

56 Self-Organization of Bacteria Colonies Sheds Light on The Behaviour of Cancer Cells

57 The First Israeli Astronaut, Colonel Ilan Ramon

58 Dr. Chaim Weizmann - Scientist and Statesman, The First President of Israel, One of The Founders of The Modern Field of Biotechnology

59 Aaron Aaronsohn Botanist, Agronomist, Entrepreneur, Zionist Leader, and Head of The Nili Underground Organization

60 Albert Einstein - Founding Father of The Theory of Relativity, Co-Founder of the Hebrew University in Jerusalem

61 Maimonides - Doctor and Philosopher

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@TheMossadIL

[singingcicadas]

idw Ratchet is someone who follows orders and respects authority. He might follow his conscience in spur-of-the-moment decisions that allows him the leeway/initiative to act on his own (e.g. setting up clinic on Dead End, breaking cover to save Verity and Hunter, going to look for Drift, voting against Rodimus in mtmte) but he's never openly defied the orders of an acting leader. Regardless if he doesn't agree with said order and thinks it's stupid. Or wrong.

Even when Ratchet thinks Rodimus' treatment of Drift is unfair, he never speaks up against Rodimus during the actual issue of the exile verdict. He only offers Drift silent support by helping him up on the way out, because Rodimus is the captain and you don't argue with the captain. Yes he thinks Rodimus is a crap captain and acts condesending towards him all the time but when it comes to rank and orders there's no ambiguity.

Voting against Rodimus in the crisis act is a legitimate expression of disapproval, made anonymously in private. He doesn't care about Rodimus knowing his vote, but in public it stays anonymous. He does tell Rodimus off about what he did to Drift, but again, he makes sure it's a private one-on-one appointment. He also doesn't make Rodimus formally revoke Drift's exile or sanction his search, he resigns his position as CMO and quietly leaves to look for Drift himself as a personal commitment.

Common stereotype of what Ratchet is not:

Medic ethics and commitment to patients comes first, factions be damned. I don't care if he's a Decepticon, he's my patient.

No he's not actually like that? When Megatron's in custody he's all lets dissect him awwwww why can't we dissect him why does mass murderers still get rights that's so stupid can't I just torture him a little?

Like he spent the whole war patching up Decepticon-inflicted wounds and witnessing Decepticon-inflicted deaths. He's not a saint. He has as much good reason to hate Megatron and his faction as any other Autobot.

In fact he was pretty eager to ask Optimus about what he's going to decide as Megatron's punishment after he heard about Optimus frying Megatron on the voltage harness.

Optimus has his heart on clemency. Ratchet's the one hoping for execution or something equally nasty. Even though their opinions doesn't line up, Ratchet's still 100% supportive of Optimus' decision.

He repairs Megatron only because of Bumblebee's orders, and makes his unwillingness known.

Later in mtmte Ratchet does save Megatron's life of his own volition and repairs him again, but that's after he's lived with Megatron on the same ship for six months (again something that he considers to be a colossally bad idea but is forced to live with because of orders) and got to know him as a person. Not because of bleeding heart syndrome.

Also Ratchet's not just a grouch all the time. He can be blunt but also knows when to be respectful as appropriate to the occasion. He reprimands Wheeljack for being disrespectful to Bumblebee because leaders should be treated like leaders.

The guy's been CMO since Nominus Prime, essentially the highest-ranking of his profession on the planet; you can't get to that type of position and hold it through consecutive leaders for millions of years without considerable interpersonal skills and knowledge of social protocol.

Prowl does have Ratchet on his little blacklist but the stuff on there really just refers to Ratchet saving Verity and Hunter back in Infilitration. I read it as more of a testament to Prowl's pettiness than Ratchet actually being a problem.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Would LOVE to hear your opinions on a conundrum I'm facing in my writing.

So, I have a reluctant carewhumper who needs to hurt whumpee in order to ensure they both survive the Top Whumper. Whumpee understands this, but there's no previous history or foundation for trust between them. Carewhumper doesn't /want/ to hurt whumpee, much less cause scars/permanent damage.

With these parameters in mind, what are some whump techniques I could use? I'm at a loss for ideas (so far I've only got drowning whumpee in a bathtub). Anything that leans into an emphasis of this power dynamic would be especially appreciated!!

Sorry if this ask is like too detailed or not up your alley!!

reluctant whumpers 🥰🥰🥰

here's some things they could do that will cause less permanent damage (but still have the potential to cause long-term harm):

- waterboarding

- electrocution at a voltage that leaves no visible marks (maybe this is their go-to since it seems harmless by comparison, but whumpee suffers from long-term effects down the road. Lots of potential for guilt ;) )

- caning or whipping them with a belt: hard enough to leave welts, but not heavy scarring

- locking them in a freezer (maybe it's meant to be for a short period, but Top Whumper calls them away and they have no way to justify coming back to let them out. By the time they get there, whumpee is hypothermic and carewhumper is panicking, trying to get them warm)

- shutting them in a cramped space for a long period

- making them do some form of exercise, like jogging in place or doing pushups until they collapse. It's better than actually torturing them, right?

- either forcing them to strip or forcibly stripping them while they're restrained. Would definitely play into the fear and helplessness, and carewhumper could justify it since they're not actually hurting them. Of course, that doesn't make the whumpee feel any better

- depending on carewhumper's knowledge and experience, maybe they rely on things they think aren't that bad but cause legitimate lasting harm: whumpee develops chronic migraines from repeat asphyxiation or drowning; stress positions that don't leave scars but do cause permanent joint damage; electrocution that leaves bad burns and uncontrollable tremors; etc

[moonlight-tmd]

Sorry for spamming you but au where minibots are treated like hell hounds from helluva boss servants at best and pets at worst. Many of them see the military as their only chance at a stable life though more often then not they end up treated more like police dogs than actual elite guard soldiers. Wasp is a "purebred" raised by a wealthy family where as bee is a street mutt.

That's very interesting...

See, I've seen many takes on minis being treated as "lower beings" on Cybertron. I would guess in this AU they are not taken as seriously as normal full-sized bots/cons, therefore the laws for them are kinda harsh- some of them end up as pets for some high-placed individuals, others become slaves. Scout frame minibots are often used in military as track houds or even kept as guard hounds in places with low security (just pack that smol boi with high voltage stingers and let them roam the outside).

Bee was a scout frame, so it was high chance he'd get into the military. Although he was less than welcome when Sentinel laid optics on him- Bee knew the look, one that many gave him on the streets; he was contemplating whether or not to keep Bee as his personal pet. Bee made sure to make him not think about it a second time in his training.

Many cadets and students treated him poorly- whether it was taking his belongings like he didn't own them or not letting him refuel properly at the cafeteria. He was one of few minibots there but there was one mini that stood out significantly.

Wasp. He wasn't taller than Bee but he certainly made up what his frame didn't give him with violence. He was feisty and even forced few of the students to be his "servants". He wasn't shy with bragging about his "family" and how powerful and wealthy they are- they practically bought him the training and Wasp barely did anything other than boss others around to do the job for him- a spoiled mech like Bee ever seen one.

Bee wasn't so lucky, as he grew up in carequarters before running away due to neglection thanks to his frame type. He wandered the cities and picked up some side jobs here and there- more often than not he worked with thieves or other minor criminals for some credits.

Still, even tho he managed to do fine on physical tests and courses, the other classes that required knowledge had turned out to be tougher than expected. He also found it unfair how Sentinel graded him lower than the rest even though he got all the courses right- Bee took it as "revenge" for not letting him touch him when he arrived.

From all the bots that mistreated minis, one stood out- the giant green mech who was known as Bulkhead and took the rumour of being the only one nice to everyone in the camp, including minis. Bee was lucky enough to meet him and even become friends with him, from then on Bee has some sort of protection around Bulkhead. Then Bulk introduced Bee to Longarm, Bee could almost feel like a normal mech around them, it was the first time someone has ever considered what he said important.

Of course, Wasp's spoiled rotten spark shined brightly with his character- he not only considered himself more important than the normal mechs but he also looked down on fellow minis just like one. Bee turned out to be one of the more attractive/cute ones therefore he got a lot of stares... Wasp wasn't happy that this "dirty street hound" took his attention and purposely targeted him in his bullying.

No one liked him and officers didn't even bat an optic at the stuff he pulled on other students, all courtesy of his family's money. Longarm had enough of this and already existing rumours had been edited to point at Wasp. As soon as it got out and placed evidence of it was found, not even his family with connections could help him- in fact Bee heard he got disowned as soon as he landed in stockades. Ouch... but Wasp deserved it.

He couldn't savor this little victory for long before Sentinel decided to invite himself into his assigned room to try and "claim" Bee for himself as a pet... the other officers didn't even let him speak and he was charged with attacking an overseer for "no reason" and kicked out. Luckily Bulkhead was kind enough to help him hide around camp until he graduated and got them both into a repair crew.

It wasn't what Bee had expected but at least he wasn't on the streets anymore. When he first saw the other bots he would be working with, he knew he'd have to prepare himself to be treated like lesser being again and knowing the captain was a former Prime he steeled himself for the worst... but to his surprise Optimus never made any move to claim him as a pet nor personal servant. Even if he was a "tracking hound" in the team, neither of the mechs treated him as such. In fact, Optimus specifically told him he didn't see Bee as a lower mech one time when he ended up injured and Ratchet took a long while to reach the both of them. So that was nice to know.

Then they met Prowl, another minibot (cuz i headcanon him as such, c'mon he's a motorbike) who's paintjob spoke for himself- another one from a wealthy family. Bee expected him to be as spoiled as Wasp, and he kinda met his expectation when he started complaing about his ship being destroyed and the crew taking so long to get back to Cybertron. Prowl was as pretty as he was deadly, it proved to be so when they ended up on a planet with not so friendly life forms roaming about. Bee hated to admit he was quite impressed with this.

I'm not quite sure what to write past that so i'll cut to the events on earth-

Decepticons, although more violent and law-neglecting, were open about differences and mechs and femmes of all shapes and sizes were treated according to how useful they were. Many minibots in their ranks took care of files or stationary tasks while warframes and bigger folks took the front in fights. If anyone took Bee seriously in fighting, it was the 'cons. Bee was lucky to have a guard hound job before so he learned few tricks to use on bigger bots.

Although it went to slag once Elite Guard found them. Sentinel once again laid eyes on him and Bee tried his best to stay away from him... Most of his time he stuck with Jazz out of all Elite Guard, who supposedly came from the same house as Prowl. He was a nice fella and also didn't view minibots as lesser than him. The Jettwins were on the thin line between fun and annoying- they loved to spend time with Bee and pull pranks with him but they also seemed to view him as more of a play pet than a mech.

Even tho Bee made it clear he wants nothing to do with Sentinel, the mech was persistent and often went out of his way to harass him. He even went as far as offering to pay Optimus to let him have the mini. Optimus, of course was disgusted at Sentinel's lack of morals and scolded him. One thing Bumblebee was grateful for once he heard the rumours of what happened. He couldn't imagine the dread of being someone else's possesion and being forced to do all sorts of things against his will or consent... the mere thought made him shudder.

He was lucky to be on Earth now.

[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Helloooo your blog is a liver saver for lore enthusiast like me! You know, although infold hadn't release much info on certain crucial aspect in the game but I was wondering what's your take or theory on how Protocore Syndrome works? Is it just another name for a Heart failure Disease or something more? Would love to read more of your fanon idea on it! And thank you for creating this amazing wiki blog! 💕💕💕

Ayyyy lore enthusiasts gang~ And of course! Thank you for reading! Sorry this took SO long to reply to. Had to do some major studying for this one lol.

I want to start off by saying that medical knowledge is not my area of expertise, so this is purely a layman's best interpretation based on everything I could learn at Google University 🤣 I managed to decipher her electrocardiogram (ECG/EKG) report results. But as for what irl diagnosis those results indicate, I simply lack the expertise required to deduce that answer. Even though I couldn't answer the second part of your question (believe me, I tried so hard 😭), I hope this post is still useful to you! To any medical or med school folk out there, now is your time to shine and save the day (pls 🙏).

How Protocore Syndrome Works?

The basic in-game description of Protocore Syndrome is very rudimentary and doesn't really give us a lot to go off of. But here's what we know:

Protocore Syndrome: From the "Deepspace Messages" section of the in-game Spacepedia resource, we learn that it is a unique disease caused by Protocores. There are different types, and they harm the human body in various ways. Currently, the known types are A, E, and Y

Type Y Protocore Syndrome: From the description given in the World Underneath story "No Morning", we learn that it is a heart syndrome that involves that hides in various organs and systems, with a long latency period, and slow progression. By the time it's detected, it's often too late. There is currently no known cure.

Still digging for concrete information to confirm the protaganist's diagnosis, but the story seems to infer she has Protocore Syndrome. (If you have any screenshots or resources that definitively identify her condition, pls dm me and I'll credit you).

From Zayne's statements during her chapter 1 appointment, we learn that she has Protocore fragments in her heart. He goes on to specify the following symptoms:

Heart arrhythmia

Premature ventricular contractions (PVCs)

Heart murmurs

The game shows us glimpses of her medical paperwork too. We are shown her ECG report and summary. After covering her report, I'll explain some potential discrepancies (emphasis on "potential" since I'm nowhere near an expert lol).

ECG Basics:

We're going to get a little technical here. But I think we'll get the most value from the analysis once we understand what we're looking at. The ECG shown in-game is a standard 12-lead report, producing 12 individual strips.

Leads:

There are the six limb leads: I, II, III, aVR (augmented vector right), aVL (augmented vector left), and aVF (augmented vector foot).

Then, there are the six chest leads: V1, V2, V3, V4, V5, and V6.

Intervals & Waves:

For the report details to make more sense, here's a quick reference to aid in the interpretation of different waves, wave interval, gain settings, and speed settings.

And, based on the gain and speed settings detailed below, each small square on her chart represent 40 milliseconds (ms) and each large squares represents 200 ms.

ECG Report Analysis:

Gain, Speed, and Heart Rate:

Gain: 10 mm/mV

Gain is a setting on an ECG machine that controls the size of an ECG trace. The standard gain setting is 10mm/mV, meaning that 10 mm on the screen represents 1 millivolt (mV) of voltage. It appears that Akso Hospital's ECG adheres to this standard.

Speed: 25 mm/s

Speed is the paper speed setting on an ECG machine. So, the Akso Hospital's ECG machine is set to 25 mm/s (meaning that each small square on the chart represents 0.04 seconds).

Heart rate: 85 bpm

Pretty self-explanatoty, but this measures how many times her heart beats within one minute. For women, a normal resting heart rate is considered 60-100 bpm, and hers is within this range.

PR Interval: 138 ms

The PR Interval (or PQ Interval) is the distance between the start of the P wave and the start of the QRS complex. A normal PR Interval is between 120 - 200 ms. Since hers is 138 ms, she falls within the normal range.

QT & QTC Intervals:

QT Interval: 347 ms

The QT Interval is the time between the start of the QRS segment and the end of the T wave. It measures the electrical activity of the heart's ventricles. For a heart rate of 85 bpm, a normal QT Interval would generally be 380 ms or less. So, hers is normal.

QTC Interval: 411 ms

The QTC Interval is the corrected QT interval (thats what the "c" is for). It represents the time it takes the heart's ventricles to contract and relax. It is calculated by adjusting the QT interval for heart rate. A normal QTC interval for women is usually less than 460 ms. Since hers is 411 ms, she's within the normal range.

P, T, and QRS Wave Axes:

P Wave Axis: 38°

The P wave axis tells us the net direction of the P wave. A normal P wave axis is usually between 0° and 75°. Since hers is 38°, it falls within the normal range.

T Wave Axis: 65°

The T wave tells us the net direction of the T wave. A normal P wave axis is usually between 15° and 75°. Since hers is 65°, it is within the normal range.

QRS Axis: 35°

The QRS Axis tells us the average direction of electrical activity in the heart during ventricular depolarization. A normal adult QRS axis is between -30° and 90°. Since hers is 35°, she falls within the normal range.

SV1 and RV5:

SV1: 0.94 mV

SV1 represents the voltage of the S wave from the V1 lead. It is used to detect ventricular hypertrophy. A normal SV1 is considered to be less than 2.5 mV and hers is within this range.

RV5: 0.85 mV

The RV5 represents the voltage of the R wave from the V5 lead. It is used to measure electrical activity in the left ventricle. An RV5 reading is considered normal if it is less than 3.5 mV and hers is within this range.

QRS Interval: 71 ms

The QRS Interval the interval between the start of the Q wave and the end of the S wave. Represents the time it takes for electrical impulses to spread through the ventricles. A normal QRS Interval is 70-100 ms. Since hers is 71 ms, she's within the normal range.

Potential Discrepancies:

Okay. So, I thought it was a bit strange that all of her ECG readings were within the normal ranges. But I genuinely don't know if a patient can be diagnosed with an irl heart condition despite having an ECG that appears normal. Maybe its a diagnosis determined by other criteria we aren't shown?

Additionally, I looked up ECG strip examples of both cardiac arrhythmias and premature ventricular contractions (PVCs). And comparing them with her charts, I don't see indications of those symptoms in there.

[orbital-inclination]

Okay okay okay… BUT. What’s the relationship between Fable and Static? Do they meet often and talk? Friends? Potential partners? I NEED TO KNOW IM SUCH A FAN SQUEEZES MOLTEN LIKE A STRESS TOY.

Excellent question!

Static and Fable have a complicated and sometimes chaotic friendship-adjacent-situationship. Sometimes they are thick as thieves and sometimes they are bitter enemies.

Static is as temperamental as Fable is unpredictable. Fable has two primary goals: 1) the preservation of rare AUs and 2) maintaining the status quo in the rest. But Static wants to do more than Weed the Garden. He wants to rip it up, and leave only the plants HE PERSONALLY SELECTS to thrive. That goes against Fable’s philosophy. Fable can’t have that but he also wants to respect Static’s "intended purpose." He is torn between two conflicting notions regarding Static; the knowledge that like Fable himself, Static is a beloved creation and his existence and actions pleases that spirit in some way. And of course, the elephant in the room: Static has made it his life’s goal to destroy as many “aberrations” as possible which pits him against the rest of the multiverse at large.

The desire to respect Static's "intended purpose" puts Fable in a bit of a bind. He does, genuinely want to have a good relationship with Static, but to do so means that those times when Fable chooses to look away creates friction between Fable and other outcodes, among other potentially worse results. (It's important to note that both Fable and Static chose their own purpose. There is nothing forcing them to act in the way that they do, except for the circumstances that brought them to that point. They are both choosing what to do with the power given to them. Static is lashing out at the multiverse out of pain. Fable is molding the multiverse out of an empathetic fear of shared misery.)

On to the details of what these two over powered goobers actually get up to:

Static can be begrudgingly persuaded to model clothes/outfits for Fable. This sometimes includes high fashion stuff, but Fable keeps it in mind that Static prefers loose comfortable clothing.

If Fable whips around fast enough, he runs the risk of smacking whoever is standing next to him with his ink dipped fur boa. He does this intentionally to annoy Static.

If Fable gets too touchy-feely or overly affectionate, instead of using his words, Static will gently zap him. (think static from a carpet or sweater levels of pain here. very mild. more of a shock than the sensation of pain really.)

Sometimes Static will zap Fable just to silently get his attention. (or if he thinks Fable is not giving him ENOUGH attention.) Contrary to popular belief Fable CAN tell the difference between I'm-overwhelmed-stop-it-ZAP, and HEY-pay-attention-to-ME-zap. The difference is in the voltage.

Sometimes when having a bad day (or his monthly existential crisis), Fable will show up at Static's place, play dead on the floor, and wait for something Static says or does to reignite that spark of life in him. it always helps.

Surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisingly, Static enjoys parkour. He can use his wires to get around (like Spider-Man) but there’s something satisfying about moving through the air without their use.

As well as a fashionista, Fable is also an experienced acrobat.

The two of them occasionally have lighthearted competitions across the city rooftops of New Home. No powers allowed. They’re only allowed to use what natural strength and flexibility their bodies have. Winner reaches the other end of New Home without getting caught by the royal guard.

How frequently do they meet up? About as often as Fable can remember, or about as often as Static creates such a fuss that the situation demands Fable's attention. (varies between once a month or less to 4 times in a week)