#Movable Forces

[xxsksxxx]

Movable Forces

Summary:

After a traumatic accident, Scully realizes that she can’t remember the events of the past few days. With Mulder’s help, she tries to piece together the fragments of her memory.

But something is not as it seems – and Mulder might have a secret.

Notes:

This is my little contribution to #tropetember – a yearly event that celebrates all the tropes that we love to read again and again.

I’ve chosen the amnesia trope and hope you’ll have as much fun reading this short fic as I had writing it.

Thank you so much for reading. And if you want to comment, please feel free. You'd make my year – just be kind.

AO3 | @today-in-fic

Chapter 1: Hits and Misses

The sunlight was unforgiving, its bright beams piercing her eyes like needles into her brain. She groaned and turned her head to the side to avoid the light. And that brought a new kind of torment. What had been sharp and piercing had now turned into a dull ache all over her body. Panic started to make her heart pound, and she gasped for air. Something was pressing onto her rib cage and pinning her down. And it was heavy—she could barely breathe.

She cautiously drew in some air, careful to not aggravate the stabbing pain in her side.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Don’t panic, her inner voice told her. Is anything broken? What are your symptoms?

She meticulously took stock of her body. Everything ached. She carefully moved first her feet and legs and then her hands. Thankfully, that only caused some minor discomfort. Probably only some cuts, nothing seems broken, she thought.

But that insistent, constant stabbing on her right side couldn’t be ignored. Something was piercing her rips and holding her down. She felt around and touched warm, unmoving metal.

She took another steadying breath and carefully opened her eyes. Slowly, the world around her came into focus.

Metal. Plastic. Pieces of torn fabric stuck to a dark oily liquid next to her. Car accident, she thought. She slowly turned her head to her side and groaned. Some part of the dashboard had bent in half and was pinning her to her seat. Unmovable. A sharp piece of plastic stood out like a spear and was poking into her ribs now every time she took a breath.

She blinked and felt something running down her face and into her right eye. She quickly closed her eyes again. Blood. That explains the headache, she thought. Not good. Definitely not good at all. She needed to get out of here.

Carefully, she tried to turn her head towards what once had been the driver’s side window and tried to focus. The regret hit her immediately, and she nearly threw up from the pain.

Her head was bad. She couldn’t move it more than a few inches without feeling like someone was squeezing her brain out of her ears. Possible skull fracture, her inner voice supplied helpfully. Undoubtedly at least a concussion.

Suddenly, she registered the surrounding noises. People were shouting, somebody was screaming for someone named Joe to get there fast. “Hello? I need help!” she shouted, but it came out more like a whimper, and the effort made her dizzy.

“Ma’am? Ma’am, can you hear me?” She sighed in relief. Someone was here.

"Hello? Ma'am?" A voice called right next to her, and she winced at the stab of pain it caused. She groaned and tried to nod. “Mmm… yeah. C’n hear you. Need assistance. Possible skull and rib fracture.”

“Don’t move. Help is on the way. You were in a car accident. Just try to stay calm,” the voice continued, but she was already drifting in and out of consciousness again. She tried to focus on the surrounding sounds, but it was a losing battle.

“We’re going to get you out of here. Don’t worry, ma’am,” a new voice said determinedly. “Can you tell me what happened?”

She opened her mouth to answer. And closed it again. She had no idea. What had happened? She questioned herself frantically before the darkness pulled her under again, and she lost consciousness.

Scully was swimming. But she wasn’t moving. She was submerged in an inky black darkness, and every move pulled her further down. The syrupy, sluggish water surrounded her like tar. She tried to swim to the surface, but the dark ocean fought her every move, and she felt the strength drain out of her.

Just when she decided to allow herself to drift back down to wherever she’d been, a familiar voice called her name. It was like a shot of pure energy, and she refocused her efforts.

“Scully! Scully, can you hear me?”

Mulder. That was Mulder. What was he doing here? Was he in the ocean as well?

She strained to turn in the direction of his voice, but her arms and legs felt like lead. It took forever to just move her head.

“Slow, Scully. Careful,” Mulder whispered right next to her ear, and then she felt her hand in his.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she looked right into his concerned face.

“Where am I? What time is it?“ she croaked, her voice rough from not having been used in a while.

“You were in a car accident,“ Mulder explained, his grip on her hand tightening. “A man in his car ran a red light and slammed right into the side of your car. How are you feeling?”

Scully assessed her body methodically. First, she slowly moved her fingers, her toes, and legs and finally her arms. Her side was still throbbing, but it was a dull pain now. Nothing like she’d felt while still trapped in her car. Probably the pain medication, her mind supplied. That explained why Mulder looked a bit blurry around the edges.

“Like a car hit me,” she quipped, a smirk forming on her lips. Mulder gave her the relieved smile she’d been aiming for.

“The doctor said you were very lucky. Nothing’s broken, and you’ve only got a few scrapes and bruises. You got a nasty cut on your right side, but what had us worried was you being unconscious for so long,” he said and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

For so long? “What do you mean? How long was I unconscious? What day is it?” Scully’s brow furrowed, and she immediately winced when the pain in her head increased again.

“It’s Wednesday afternoon. You’ve been in the hospital since early Monday morning.” He gave her a concerned look. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Scully tried to concentrate but all her thoughts seemed to drift in various directions and suddenly the sluggish darkness seemed to reach for her again. She tried to focus.

“Let’s see. I remember us walking to the parking garage together on Friday evening.“ She paused for a moment. Mulder gave her an encouraging smile.

“You mentioned something about basketball? A pick-up game you wanted to play on the weekend?” she continued and Mulder nodded.

When she didn‘t say more, Mulder frowned. “Okay. All of that happened. Do you remember anything else?”

She tried to concentrate, and make sense of the quick memory flashes behind her eyelids. Every thought hurt.

She let out a frustrated sigh. “No. Not really. Some flashes of things. The staircase. Dropping my car keys, just unconnected moments,” she paused again. “Rain… did it rain over the weekend?”

Mulder‘s frown deepened, but he nodded. “Yes, there was some rain on Sunday,“ he answered, his face an inscrutable mask.

“I… I think I remember picking you up after your game,” Scully added thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in concentration. “You were drenched and mentioned something about… wanting to show me something?” She threw a questioning look at Mulder, and he gave her an encouraging smile. “After that… nothing. The next thing I remember is gaining consciousness in the car. Sorry,” she added, frustrated.

Mulder kept studying her face, his gaze darting between her eyes and her mouth. She could tell he was waiting for something. She wanted to tell him she remembered what he wanted her to say, but there was nothing except a black void.

Her head was pounding steadily now again, and her eyes scratched like there was sand in them. She warily closed her eyes.

That seemed to snap Mulder out of his trance, and he turned to the little side table. He picked up a carafe and filled a glass with water. “You should try to get some fluids into you, Scully.”

He moved the glass closer and gently placed the straw on her lips. Scully drank gratefully and immediately felt some of her awareness return. Even the dull throbbing seemed to retreat a bit again.

“Thanks. So, what was it that I should remember? Did we get a new case?”

Mulder avoided her gaze, his unease barely concealed. “No, nothing important. Don't worry about it. I’m sure it’ll all come back to you in time.”

Scully watched him closely, her suspicion growing. She knew Mulder well enough to recognize when he was hiding something—especially from her.

“Are you sure, Mulder?” she probed, her eyes fixed on his face.

Mulder gave her a big smile and nodded. She internally rolled her eyes. He was a horrible liar. At least when he was lying to her. These days, she could tell immediately when he planned any nightly trespassing activities he tried to keep from her. The days of secretly ditching her were long past.

Mulder forced another smile. “Absolutely sure. Now I need to get back to the office. Skinner cut me some slack when I skipped the quarterly department meeting to sit with you. But now that you’re awake and feeling better, I’m going to check into the office for a few hours.”

He got up, leaning in as if to kiss her cheek but hesitated midway through and straightened up again.

“Um… let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m willing to pick out new underwear for you any time.“ He waggled his eyebrows and Scully rolled her eyes for real this time.

Mulder spotted a proud grin, pleased with himself. “Well, I got to go, Scully. You listen to all the doctors and do what they say, okay?“ He squeezed her hand one final time before letting go.

“I’ll be fine, Mulder. Don’t worry. I’ll talk to the doctor, and I’m sure I’ll be okay.“

With the smile lingering on his face and still avoiding her gaze, Mulder casually waved before exiting the room without a backward glance.

Scully continued to look at the closed door long after Mulder’s departure, her thoughts racing. Why was he acting so strange? All her instincts were screaming that something wasn‘t right but she couldn‘t quite put her finger on it.

I’m going to find out what is going on, she thought before finally succumbing to a deep restless sleep, plagued by visions of cars crashing and chasing Mulder through rainy dark streets.

*****

It had felt like an eternity of testing, prodding and confirming that there weren’t any lasting effects until the doctors finally agreed that she could go home. Not one moment too soon, Scully thought. She could’ve told them that she was fine after the first full day uselessly lying around in her hospital bed. She was a medical doctor, after all, and had studied her patient record thoroughly.

But now, finally, she was going to get out of there, and she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed as soon as the doctors had left the room.

She was mentally calculating how long it would take for Mulder to arrive. He’d promised to pick her up and take her home, and she was going to use that opportunity to find out what he had been keeping from her!

They’d been talking on the phone every night for the last two days. Bit by bit, her memories had started to come back, thanks to him helping her to distinguish between real memories and her vivid dreams from the pain medication.

She’d slowly worked her way closer to what he’d tried to keep from her. And the investigator in her had come out full force, strategizing and questioning to draw the answers out of him.

He’d confirmed that she’d picked him up after his basketball game on Sunday. She had a vivid memory of him towel-drying his hair in her car while telling her about a mysterious light that had been mentioned in a regional newspaper in southern Wyoming.

She smiled fondly at the memory, slowly putting on her shoes. Mulder was just too charming for his own good and even though she’d never tell him that, she loved listening to him passionately trying to convince her that his outrageous claims were true.

Her smile fell, thinking about the rest of the conversation. If only she were able to consider his cagey behavior when it came to sharing information just as charming.

From what she could piece together, she’d looked at a newspaper clipping at his place while he had taken a shower. Mulder had confirmed that they’d discussed it, only to quickly shift the conversation away from her fragmented recollections.

Any attempts from her to get back to that night had been met with one-syllable answers and more topic changes. She’d finally given up on getting anything out of him.

But that was about to change, she thought, eyeing the door. Where was he anyway? Hopefully, he hadn‘t forgotten to pick her up, her brows furrowing for a whole different reason now. She stretched her right arm carefully, trying not to strain her still tender side. The woolen sweater and sweatpants she’d picked up in the hospital store downstairs, at least gave her some room to move in.

Just then, the door opened slowly, and a familiar head squeezed through the crack.

“Are you decent?” he asked.

Scully just slid off the bed and bent down to grab the small bag, filled with more hospital-bought essentials. She couldn’t wait to have her own things again.

“I’m out of here, decent or not,“ she said while Mulder tried to hide his smirk.

He moved closer and gently took her bag from her hand. She made a move as if to protest, but he didn‘t let go. “Come on, Scully. You’ve just spent a week in a hospital bed. Let me carry this for you at least,“ he told her with a hangdog expression and wide, sad eyes. Scully sighed. There was no winning with him like that, she thought. Not that she would admit that. Sometimes she wondered if he didn’t know anyway that this look always worked on her.

“Alright, Mulder. Thank you. Even though I’m perfectly capable of carrying this bag by myself.“

Mulder chose not to respond, and they slowly made their way out of the hospital and towards his car. Scully carefully got into the passenger’s side and hid a wince. Even if she wasn’t going to admit it, her neck and side were still hurting quite a bit. She looked to check if Mulder had caught her quick flash of pain, but he was busy at the back of the car.

He placed her bag in the trunk and made his way around the car, his long wool coat billowing around his legs.

She watched him for a moment, wondering again how she could start a conversation that would get him to tell her what he was hiding.

The door closed with a loud bang, and Mulder turned to her with a big grin. “Ready to go home?”

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,“ she answered while putting on her seatbelt.

Mulder was opening his mouth to make one of his quips, and she was already preparing her reply.

But he didn‘t say anything and just turned around and started the car instead. “Okay, here we go.”

Scully stared at his profile, her frustration growing. She was tired of being treated like a raw egg. She wanted her Mulder back, quirks and all. The one that tried to make her laugh even if she was fighting it all the way. She wanted to see his proud look when she couldn‘t hide her smiles any longer, happy he’d succeeded again.

But this Mulder was obnoxious for a whole different reason. She wasn‘t an invalid. And she didn‘t need to be safeguarded from whatever he was trying to protect her from.

With a scowl, she turned her head towards the window, watching the houses and streets pass them by.

The longer she stayed silent, the more sideways glances Mulder gave her.

“Are you okay, Scully?”

“I’m fine, Mulder,” she answered sharply.

Mulder gave her another searching look but remained quiet.

They continued driving in complete silence, and Scully was glad when he finally parked the car in front of her apartment.

She exited the car as quickly as possible, but not fast enough for Mulder, who’d already circled the car to offer assistance.

She had no intention of encouraging a hovering Mulder, though. She was a medical doctor and a few scrapes and headaches were to be expected and nothing unusual. She didn‘t need help walking into her own apartment.

“I’m fine, Mulder. I just need to get upstairs, take a shower and sleep for a few hours. I’ll be ready to get back to work on Monday.”

She walked to the trunk and grabbed her bag. Mulder watched her with an unreadable expression on his face.

As she passed him again on her way back, confidently striding towards the door, he followed her quietly.

Chapter 2: Collisions

“Mulder, stop hovering,” she snapped, her voice tinged with irritation. She was finally seated on her couch, glaring at Mulder. “I’ve told you I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

Mulder turned his head towards her while kneeling on the floor in front of her VHS player, a Blockbuster bag with several tapes propped up against his thigh. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re entertained, Scully. I’ll just pop in a movie, and you won’t have to move from the couch for at least two hours. How about Playing by Heart? I heard it’s a real chick flick,“ he waggled his eyebrows. “One of the characters even looks a bit like you,” he added, eyeing the cover. “See?” He held up the tape and pointed, grinning widely.

Scully sighed, her shoulders slumping in resignation. How could she stay angry when Mulder behaved like this? This was the Mulder she’d hoped to get back in the last few days in the hospital. Even if he annoyingly liked to keep things from her. She scowled.

“Oh, come on, Scully! Is it really that difficult for you to acknowledge you’re still recuperating? You were in a car accident! A pretty bad one! Your car’s a wreck at the junkyard,” he said, exasperated. “When I got that call about you being in the hospital, they told me it was pretty serious. I just don't think it's a good idea for you to overdo it. Maybe taking it easy would be wise.”

Scully looked down at her lap and started to play with a piece of lint, avoiding his eyes. He did have a point, even if she hated to admit it. “I really appreciate your concern and your help, Mulder,” she said softly, raising her head again and looking at him. He was watching her with a concerned look. “I just want to get back to normal as soon as possible,” she continued, her eyes pleading with him to understand. It was the wrong thing to say. Mulder wordlessly got off the floor and put the tape down on the coffee table in front of her.

“Ok. If that’s what you want,” he said without looking at her. “I’m going to get you some plates and glasses out of the cupboards, so you don’t have to move around too much, and then I’m out of your hair. Let you rest for a bit.”

He walked briskly into her kitchen and swiftly began to open the cupboards. Scully followed him with her eyes, her mind working frantically. What was that? She thought. Did I say something wrong? She tried to go over the conversation again, but nothing stood out.

She carefully hived herself off the couch, careful not to strain her side too much, and followed him into the kitchen. She gingerly sat down in one of her chairs, watching as he pulled out several things from her cupboards. Mulder pulled plates and cups out with great efficiency and put everything down on her counter. Scully felt like she could’ve cut the tension with a knife.

Bending down, Mulder set a saltshaker on the table, and their eyes met. His face was only inches away. Time seemed to freeze for a second before it hit Scully like a flash of lightning. Mulder’s face right in front of her. Mulder bending over towards her. His face only inches away.

The memories flooded her mind like a cascade of pictures, and she closed her eyes against the sudden headache.

Mulder bending over his living room table. Mulder smiling at her and laughing at something. Her trying not to laugh and failing. Mulder giving her a smug grin for having made her laugh. Her trying to grab the file that was lying between them on the table, and Mulder reaching for it at the same time. His face inches from hers and his breath tickling her lips.

She grabbed her head with both hands, cradling her face, her eyes tightly shut.

And then they’d been kissing. She’d grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. He’d moaned into her mouth and pushed her back into the couch. She’d felt her heart thundering in her ears.

As soon as the memories had come, they were gone again. Scully carefully opened her eyes and turned her head towards Mulder.

He’d moved around her chair when she’d grabbed her head and was now nervously grabbing her wrist. “Scully? Scully, are you okay?” he asked nervously.

Scully stared open-mouthed, the memories still vivid in her mind. Mulder’s gaze locked onto hers, and she could tell the moment he realized what had happened.

He immediately let go of her wrist and got up from his crouch next to her chair. With a last long look at her lips, he finally turned around and walked back to the counter.

“Is there anything else you need me to get you? I could go out and…” he rambled without looking at her.

“Mulder…” she began, uncertainty clouding her thoughts about what had happened and its implications. Her heart was pounding like a drum against her ribs.

Mulder kept banging doors open and closed. “Or do you want me to order you some food? We could watch one of the movies and eat pizza. Maybe skip on the beer, though.”

“Mulder!” she called loudly, and Mulder stopped with a resigned sigh and slowly turned around. His eyes locked on her with an intensity that made her shiver.

“You remember, don’t you?”

*****

Scully didn’t drop her eyes from his intense gaze. “Did that really happen, Mulder?” she asked softly, feeling vulnerable and afraid. “We kissed, didn’t we?”

Mulder nodded, his eyes roaming her face. “We did. Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked carefully, her voice tinged with a hint of hurt. “Did you want me to forget it happened?”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head almost violently. “NO! No, of course not. I just didn’t want to bring it up while you were still lying in a hospital bed after barely getting out of that accident!”

“I’m no longer in the hospital,” she said softly, her pulse quickening. She willed herself to not look away and started nervously gnawing on her lower lip. Mulder’s eyes darted immediately to her mouth, watching transfixed, before letting his gaze return to her eyes.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously and took a deep breath.“I know. Well, what did you expect me to say? ‘Hey Scully, by the way, there’s something else you might have forgotten. We shared some kisses the other night. And we ended up passionately making out on my couch until the sun came up. And we were considering continuing it later’? Don’t try to tell me that wouldn’t have prompted you to crawl out of that hospital bed, trying to get as far away from me as possible!” he nearly shouted, his voice tinged with frustration. He spread his arms helplessly.

Made out until the sun came up? Considering continuing it later? Scully repeated in her head, staring at him. Her mind helpfully filled in the images to his words, and she flushed. She gripped the armrest of her chair and started tracing nervous patterns with her thumb.

Mulder bending over her, pressing her into the arm of his couch. Him holding her face and gripping her hair.

She shook her head to not lose track of the conversation. She knew her face was flushed, and she was pretty sure her pupils were dilated. Mulder had to be able to notice, she panicked.

Mulder was watching her intently, his eyes not missing a thing. She felt like time had stopped once again as they were watching each other. Suddenly he closed his eyes tiredly and all the tension seemed to leave his body. He dropped his arms and leaned back against the counter.

“You were on your way home when you got in that accident, Scully,” he added softly, his eyes returning to hers.

“If we hadn’t kissed, maybe you wouldn’t have been distracted and would’ve seen that driver coming. Perhaps nothing would have happened,” he said, tightly balling his hands into fists. “You could’ve died!”

Scully carefully got up and walked over to where he was leaning against the counter. She grabbed his forearm softly and whispered, knowing he’d be able to hear her.

“Mulder, that could’ve happened a million other times as well. And as much as I enjoyed our little make-out session, your kisses weren’t so distracting that I’d drive into oncoming traffic.“

Mulder looked down at her hand on his forearm, and she squeezed it to get his attention.

“In fact, I remember being quite focused on getting home in one piece, so I could call you before bed,“ she continued, her voice now firm. He lifted his eyes to her quickly and searched her face. Slowly, a grin spread over her face.

“Your memory has come back, hasn’t it?” he asked, his voice cracking from relief.

Scully nodded, her grin turning into a gentle smile. “And I especially remember that I enjoyed kissing you very much.”

Mulder's face stretched into a huge grin, the tension in the room dissipating, only to be replaced with anticipation. “Well, I'm willing to repeat any kissing as soon as you’re ready,“ he offered with a suggestive wink.

Scully’s laughter removed the final traces of uncertainty, and Mulder carefully cradled her cheek in his hand.

“How about now,“ she smiled and moved her hand from his forearm to his neck to pull him in. “I want to make sure my memory didn't play any tricks on me,“ she whispered right next to his ear.

Mulder didn't need to be told twice. He quickly closed the gap between their lips and kissed her softly, then more intensely, while the soft, warm light of the setting sun warmed their faces through Scully’s kitchen window.

The End ***

Thank you so much for reading. You can also find this fic on AO3.

#xfiles #dana scully #fox mulder #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #msr #tropetember #tropetember 2023 #I wrote this #Movable Forces

[mickedy]

My theory is that the reason Rainbow Dash hasn't somehow blown the rainbow factory's cover is bc it IS real theres just parts nopony knows about, so she doesnt lie or anything just redirects to different parts of the factory when questioned

Fluttershy: Um, how come theres s sticky note that says "DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THE RAINBOW FACTORY?"

Rainbow: Oh its uh cause um there's secret stuff going on there ya know? Usual rainbow secrets, ya know secrets so regular ponies don't make their own and hurt themselves ya know?

Fluttershy: O-oh well, its a little concerning you'd need a reminder for that but its good you don't want anypony getting themselves hurt

Rainbow: HEHE YEAH- hurt- yeah

WAIT yes. actually that's really good. i meant that post as a joke but dash getting around talking about what really goes on at the rainbow factory in her own weird Technically Not Untruthful way is really in character i love that. rainbow dash in court sweating bullets Like well uhhm i mean. How would one define "murder" really.

#ive thought about this a lot but i think apple jack is really the only one who could hard press her enough to talk about it honestly #the element of HONESTY vs the element of LOYALTY. unstopple force vs incredibly guily & quite movable object

[acesgroupchat]

There is something very beautiful about watching the penguins, who have a historically bad powerplay this year, play the kraken, who have a historically bad powerplay always

#eminently stoppable force meets extremely movable object #kraken lb #hockey

[moregraceful]

It gets me SOOOOOOO activated that Mario Ferraro has this far successfully defended against Connor McDavid

#STOPPABLE FORCE VERSUS MOVABLE OBJECT #william eklund has a new boytoy it is fabian zetterlund and keebler hates it #fresno oilers.txt

[dukeofriven]

#deep space nine #star trek #trek #kira nerys #Worf #Worf son of Mogh House of Martok son of Sergei House of Rozhenko Bane to the Duras Family slayer of Gowron #trill #bajorans #klingons #for the record this episode tells a better queer story in 40 minutes than Discovery tells with twice the gay people in four seasons #and while i am ranting #Garak being queer coded and having a shotgun 'no homo' straight relationship forced on him by a homophobic producer #Is still a more interesting queer character than Discovery's four seasons of an openly married gay couple #Because Garak is allowed to have depth and internality #And the gays on Discovery are there to be movable furniture that garner PR-friendly GLaaD interviews #and then have to go back to the queer basement to affirm and validate one another by ritually chanting 'I feel seen' while the music swells #this is only a slight exaggeration of how Discovery tells corporately anodyne queer stories #I think my favourite thing about this episode is that its established up front that Trill society frowns on rejoined-symbiotes hooking up #with old flames but everyone on the station bluntly goes 'yeah but these two should absolutely bone down'

[oceandiagonale]

Wurmple anon! I have been BUSY and i know i just missed sunday but 👏 Echo has many folks to teach her to cook. Tulip is decent but crockpot or ready made meals is typically all she has time for. Team Crossroads tho have many mouths to feed so they teach Echo how to make stuff from leftovers and to not fear the oven! Echo has several burns on her hands and arms cause they forgot to warn her about oven safety. Dont grab without an oven mitt! She has tried fighting the oven but didnt get far lol

OH team crossroads and team skull should meet up to do a big cookout or barbecue in Po Town!! they would be able to cook twice as much and I bet everyone would have a great time since they’re both chaotic good!!!

FLJSDHFKJ REMINDS ME OF THAT POST, LET ME FIND IT

THIS ONE

oh, it’s been two weeks since you sent this, have you finished the Spear Pillar fights yet? 😳😳😳

YEAH I was a music major, Dies Irae is one of the few things I do remember from my dreaded 2 years of music history classes and you’re so right it is LITERALLY everywhere!! 😂😂😂

But, I’m actually not sure if it shows up explicitly in Lavender Town?? since Dies Irae is basically “me-re-me-do (-re-te-do-do)” but Lavender Town’s background is something closer to “le-me-so-re“ (in the original key of E minor, it’s C-G-B-F# compared to Dies Irae in the same key which would be G-F#-G-E)

and the main melody is “me-do-me-re-do-so-(lower) la” (starting with G-E-G-F#-E) -- it’s kind of like, backwards dies irae?? with a passing tone in there 🤔🤔🤔

ANYWAYS I digress, the more important thing is:

FSKJDFH it could be that dies irae is a universal constant because the Unown liked it so much that they weaved it directly into the world!! professor tulip totally has her work cut out for her, I wonder if she would have wanted a Sound type classification for moves instead of just calling them Normal? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

as for me I think I just heard the “mm whatcha say” song at that point 😂😂😂

#oceandi answers #anonymous #echo #others' ocs #long post #ignore my music analysis I pulled out the virtual piano to triple check my own solfege 😂😭😂 #also I know gregorian chants were modal and using solfege isn't like EXACTLY accurate to those since they're based on specific notes and don #don't have a movable 'do' (which is. so stupid movable do is the most useful tool ever and I never memorized the modes correctly 🙄🙄🙄) #BUT it #s close enoug #h #more on that. actually. bc i'm sick #as a treat #modes are SO important to blues and jazz and I wish I had memorized them well but like jesus christ I hate memorizing them so much skjdfsjdk #oh you want me to remember what the difference is between the 3 different ones that have 'dorian' in the name?? ? ?? well too bad yes I'm a #professional YES I still say 'FACE' to remember the spaces of a staff if I'm forced to think about it

[hydrachea]

Post-possession, Giratina stalks Volo and Akari. Not out of malice: out of interest and curiosity. Alas, the interest and curiosity of an Outer God is very different than that of a human. Giratina genuinely does not understand why waiting a few months and dragging two people through a mirror and making them unable to escape is a bad thing: it just wants to examine them (and keep them because it's become lonely without Volo's presence next to its mind).

Possessed!Volo

You have unlocked: loneliness. Using your new skill, do you proceed to:

a. Reach out to the person you miss and try to mend your relationship (which started with mind melding and ended with full-body possession with a side of serious physical harm. also, you're a frighteningly powerful eldritch deity and he's a traumatized human).

b. Stalk the person you miss and make him just aware enough of your presence that he feels constantly watched, but never enough to know who or what is watching him, then trap him into your realm along with his companion with no way to return except through you.

You have chosen: b. Initiating: hard mode.

#anon #ask #answer #possessed volo au #pokemon #god damnit giratina #the distortion world is a cage and volo and akari are mice it examines like a junior scientist who happens to be unable to read the manual #volo is terrified akari is also terrified but once she realizes giratina hasn't tried to harm them a single time she just becomes confused #because she remembers giratina as a ruthless barely movable force hard-focused on its goal #and now it's just watching them #in a very ominous extremely off-putting way yes #but not doing anything further #it can still talk to volo so that'd give them answers fairly fast #except volo understandable full-on freaks out at the tiniest hint of giratina's presence in its mind #now what

[cottagecorewhore420]

my toxic trait is falling asleep immediately after cumming

#i genuinely am so sorry it’s an unstoppable force and I am but a movable object #it is what it is #my future partner will just have to accept that sadly any post coital activities will have to wait for my Nap to finish

[oofuri2003]

Sometimes the unstoppable force meets a movable object and you win

#unstoppable force (i HAVE to draw to exorcise the demons from my brain) #meets apparently? movable object (find own art style incredibly ugly and it makes me hateful) #the power of illness of the mind is that you can overcome other illnesses of the mind. its actually incredible

[scrambled-eggsed]

Unstoppable force (my desperate attempts at keeping a normal sleep schedule) vs immovable object (my inability to go to sleep before 00:30 at LEAST)

#personal #tbh these are both lies #should be stoppable force and movable object #it all depends on mental health; how many fucks i give; and the buildup of the exhaustion #anyway point is its only tuesday bur i am so fucking tired #and i KNOW i should set an alarm clock bc i will literally be miserable if i wake up after 9:30 but. i dont wanna #also i might be procrastinating going to sleep rn but. whatever

[in0ctobercountry]

Lying down on the job.

#science #shits and giggles #insurmountable force meets a movable object

[cy-cyborg]

Tips for drawing and writing amputees: The prosthetic needs something to hold onto

Prosthetics need to be able to hold on to the body.

If you're giving your amputee something similar to 99.99% of modern prosthetics, this will be done through a socket. This is a ridged cup made perfectly for the amputee that holds the prosthetic onto the body. Older prosthetics (mostly anything before the 90's) made the prosthetic socket intentionally tight in spots, which is what held it in place. Some people with sensitive skin still use this style of prosthetic but they've mainly fallen out of use in favour for suction sockets. These sockets create a vacuum seal that holds the prosthetic in place. These can work in two ways, either just by forcing excess air out of the socket and creating the seal that way, or for some legs, sucking that excess air out and into an "ankle" mechanism to offer some extra suspension and padding in the step.

Some prosthetics will also use additional measures as well as suction, such as pin-locks, where the amputee wears a sock with a screw at the bottom that clips into a mechanism at the bottom of the socket, or a prosthetic with movable panels that can be tightened via cables running through the socket.

I've used all of these except the pin lock socket, and they all have one thing in common: The sockets need as much space as possible. For prosthetics using suction in particular, this is to spread out the amount of force being applied to the leg. If all the suction is being applied to the end of the stump, it's going to get sore and could even damage the skin. If that same amount of suction is applied to a much wider area, it's going to feel less intense. Likewise, older prosthetics needed as much space to work with as possible too, as applying tight pressure to a small area as opposed to a larger surface to keep the tension isn't good for your skin or muscles in that spot.

For this reason, the sockets will take up all of the space available without limiting movement, meaning they will go all the way up to the next major joint. An amputee who lost their hand through the wrist will have a socket that goes all the way to their elbow. An amputee who lost their leg through or above the knee will have a socket that goes all the way to their hip.

Sometimes, if an amputation is particularly close to a major joint and there isn't a lot of space left between the stump and the next major joint, prosthetists will opt to immobilise the closest joint and take the socket all the way up to the next major joint. This was something I've actually discussed with my prosthetist. My left leg is amputated below the knee, but I only have a few centimetres of space below the knee. That leg occasionally needs revisions, meaning they take the very tip off of the stump to help correct issues with weird bone growth, scarring, infections etc, but if I get another revision, my leg will be too short to comfortably wear a socket, so my knee will need to be immobilised and my leg will become, functionally, an above knee amputation, despite still having the joint. This is rare, but it happens on occasion, showing that sometimes that need for space trumps even the use of a still functional joint. It's really important.

I wanted to bring this up because I see a lot of people draw sockets on their amputee's prosthetics, but they're much too tiny to be comfortable!

I did mention most prosthetics use a socket, but not all do. Some old prosthetics did not have sockets and were held in place using other methods.

This is a "prosthetic" my prosthetist found in his company's back room. He's not sure when it was made, but together we came up with an estimate of it being made around the 70's for a through-hip amputee (meaning someone who's whole leg was amputated with no stump at all)

It's designed so that the user would rest their hip on the cushion and use the handle to hold it in place and move it in time with their walk. This kind of mobility aid isn't often used anymore (me nor my prosthetist have seen one out in the world), and seems to have faded in use during the 80's as sockets were invented that could better hold onto the hip and pelvis for through-hip amputees and the use of wheelchairs for amputees became less stigmatised.

There's also A new type of prosthetic has been developed called the Osseointegration prosthetic, which also doesn't use a socket either. These are very rare as they are incredibly expensive and still very risky, but these prosthetics bypass the socket and implant the prosthetic directly into the body through a rod planted inside one's stump bone. This rod has a clip at the end of the stump, so the external part of the prosthetic can be removed as needed (and replaced). The reason they are risky though is that they are EXTREMELY prone to infection. I only know one person who had this implanted successfully, but he has to be very careful to keep his leg clean or else it will get infected (and it frequently does, he's constantly on antibiotics). Everyone else I know who got it had to get it removed.

With time these implants will get safer, but we are a very, very long way off from that right now.

#Writing Disability with Cy Cyborg #disability #disabled #id in alt text #writing #writing disability #writeblr #authors of tumblr #writing advice #creative writing #on writing #writing tips #writing resources #writing help #authors on tumblr #authors #artists #artists on tumblr #artblr #drawing #art tips #art reference #amputee #amputee representation #prosthetics #disability aids #mobility aid #disability representation #disabled artist

[awkwardsonicphotos]

So awhile ago I talked about how Sonic’s quills spike when surprised etc., but now I want to talk about the spines themselves. Hedgehog spines are actually super cool. They can be quite flexible due to how humid they are. Less humid quills are more brittle but still strong while more humid quills can have some give and bend. Quills can also freely bend and move in many directions thanks to the tipped bulbs in the hedgehog’s skin.

I took a video of Thistle to show how movable quills really are on a hedgehog.

So pictures of Sonic’s quills like this

And even Shadow’s one idle animation is pretty accurate to real hedgehog spines.

Spines are also built to stay in a hedgehogs body unlike porcupines which can detach. A hedgehog spine is so strong you can pick up a hedgehog by single spine and it won’t detach. A single spine can also withstand and bend against up to 200 times the force that would crush it. One scientist noted that he’d never seen a hedgehog with a broken or dulled quill. (Hedgehog quills can be cut from lawn mowers or hedge trimmers so always be careful and aware if you live near wild hedgehogs.)

While spines are used against predators they are also used for shock absorption. When a hedgehog is completely curled up their spines will absorb incredible amounts for force from falls from trees or high areas.

One study showed, “quills protected from a fall at 15m/s. Despite the velocity at impact, the animal survives unscathed due to the shock absorbing capabilities of its spines, which buckle under the load.” Because of this people have been studying hedgehog spines to better make helmets to protect people from concussions and head injuries.

Sonic’s drop dash could protect Sonic from large falls. (Too bad he mostly lands on his face lol)

One scientific paper I recently read did a study on the durability of hedgehog quills against repeated high velocity impact blows. It concluded that while low humidity quills were better at absorbing shock, repeated impact blows weakened the durability and broke the brittle quills. While more humid quills absorbed less shock but remained more durable and survived the repeated impacts with less damage. They said more tests would have to be done because most people only studied the strength of one quill and not all the quills working together like theirs did. But that their test may not be entirely accurate since they could not fully replicate the hedgehog’s skin/muscles working with the spines against the blows. As the bulb tip on a hedgehog's quills protect their skin from the quills being stabbed back into them after falls or hits.

But the results concluded that, “in certain conditions, Hedgehog spines can absorb as much, if not more, than industry standard impact-absorbing foam.”

Just makes me wonder how strong Sonic’s quills are as he uses his to break robots at high speeds. But him using his quills to protect himself while also using them to attack is pretty smart.

#hedgehog facts #long post #sonic the hedgehog #sorry I just find this stuff to be really cool #hedgehogs are fascinating creatures

[bihboy123]

The realities of Immobility

The Realities Of Immobility Getting so fat you are physically incapable of standing is of course possible but very few have achieved true immobility as in being truly stuck to the bed, their are several reasons why the gap between partial immobility and real immobility is so large. The main one is once you become actually immobile there is very little chance you're ever getting up that's why hospitals keep the massively obese under 1000 pounds below that size you are still movable in a way that doesn't require a forklift and wall being torn down.

If you're choosing to be immobile and have a feeder who looks after you're health care needs the next difficult step is the sheer amount of food that has to be consumed for you to matain an immobile body and then grow it even larger. Finically this becomes an issue you're talking 20000-30000 calories a day that's not easy to budget. As well as this eating will have to be done literally every waking moment, and you'll have to rely on the easiest food high calorie food to keep getting bigger, pizza, burgers, ice creams, general sugary goodies weight gain shakes will fill you up too much unfortunately. Manuel uribe the 2nd heaviest man who ever lived reportedly eat 30 burgers a day and around 20 large pizzas, that is hours upon hours of eating the same food. Any sense of meals or snacks is gone, you will have to constantly eat full size meals and snacks at the same time 8+ hours. At that size staying awake for over a few hours without dozing off also becomes a challenge.A true glutton will always be able to push themselves to eat more the next issue bathing, your enormous fat rolls will get infected if there not washed vigorously at least twice a day, an infection that goes bad could easily kill you at that size or force you to be hospitalised at the very least.

Toilet stuff is where things get hard-core, you will constantly smell of rancid piss and shit, getting under to clean is going to be extremely hard task, at a certain size you won't be able to roll over enough for pads. The toilet issue at a certain size will have to involve some type of pully system to get your leg up to wipe you, this solves a lot of issues but getting something like that made for 200+ pound leg will be tricky.The final issue is one no ones faced yet really but at a certain size your weight will make it extremely difficult to breathe even with an oxygen mask. If a person who weighed a metric ton existed its very possible there airway would be entirely crushed by fat in any position, there may be some solution, an air through the neck, maybe there is a position where you could still breathe. At a certain size your neck would probably snap but were probably talking a weight beyond anything possible

#death feederism #fat slob #gaining weight #gaining kink #gaining weight on purpose #immobile

[frostbitebakery]

For the loud au who’s Anakin’s master? I just saw the mention that Obi-Wan isn’t. Was it Depa since she was mentioned as showing him around the temple?

It is Depa! :D

The different paths taken in this verse result in Qui-Gon’s dying wish not asking Obi-Wan to train Anakin but to take care of him.

Obi-Wan here would love to have a Padawan who he can train in the art of the First Knowledge. He thinks Anakin is not cut out to become a Shadow, fearing the relicts of the past, the sometimes stark world views some members harbor would damage Anakin further.

He’d rather be a friend in a land of strangers to Anakin.

Depa seems like a good fit. Her heart is vast, as is her banthashit detector. She will be a stabilizing force Anakin needs. And she learnt under a Master who’s known for taming his dark side and changing a potential weak spot into strength.

Obi-Wan wasn’t planning on matching them as a Master/Padawan pair. He thought Anakin, a child in a new unfamiliar place, would naturally latch onto the first friendly faces who show interest in him. Depa taking one, two, three looks at Anakin before asking him to be her Padawan is just happy coincidence.

As is Mace having the mother of all migraines when Anakin agrees.

“I can only describe it as,” Mace starts, holding the cooling pack to his eyes and forehead.

“As?” Obi-Wan taps on the low table, watching Depa show Anakin all the hiding places of Mace’s choc bars.

“A Shatterpoint gone sideways. We did something that opened up a third path.”

“Chances of the third path ending in peace?”

Mace is quiet. “The bricks are still being laid,” he says eventually.

So they didn’t make things worse. Just different. Good enough for Obi-Wan. The dejarik pieces are still movable, their consequences unseen and thus, it’s possible what started on Naboo and whatever connection of it is tied to Anakin can be solved.

His eyes follow Depa as she puts Anakin on her shoulder, pointing at Coruscant’s ugliest and biggest salt grinder inconspicuously sitting on the top shelf of one of the cupboards in Mace’s kitchen.

“Are they raiding my stashes?” Mace asks into the cooling pack.

“Of course not,” Obi-Wan taps loudly and dutifully.

#loud au

[mysticstronomy]

DOES QUANTUM GRAVITY EXIST??

Blog#389

Wednesday, April 3rd, 2024.

Welcome back,

All the fundamental forces of the universe are known to follow the laws of quantum mechanics, save one: gravity. Finding a way to fit gravity into quantum mechanics would bring scientists a giant leap closer to a “theory of everything” that could entirely explain the workings of the cosmos from first principles. A crucial first step in this quest to know whether gravity is quantum is to detect the long-postulated elementary particle of gravity, the graviton.

In search of the graviton, physicists are now turning to experiments involving microscopic superconductors, free-falling crystals and the afterglow of the big bang.

Quantum mechanics suggests everything is made of quanta, or packets of energy, that can behave like both a particle and a wave—for instance, quanta of light are called photons. Detecting gravitons, the hypothetical quanta of gravity, would prove gravity is quantum. The problem is that gravity is extraordinarily weak.

To directly observe the minuscule effects a graviton would have on matter, physicist Freeman Dyson famously noted, a graviton detector would have to be so massive that it collapses on itself to form a black hole.

“One of the issues with theories of quantum gravity is that their predictions are usually nearly impossible to experimentally test,” says quantum physicist Richard Norte of Delft University of Technology in the Netherlands. “This is the main reason why there exist so many competing theories and why we haven’t been successful in understanding how it actually works.”

In 2015, however, theoretical physicist James Quach, now at the University of Adelaide in Australia, suggested a way to detect gravitons by taking advantage of their quantum nature. Quantum mechanics suggests the universe is inherently fuzzy—for instance, one can never absolutely know a particle's position and momentum at the same time. One consequence of this uncertainty is that a vacuum is never completely empty, but instead buzzes with a “quantum foam” of so-called virtual particles that constantly pop in and out of existence.

These ghostly entities may be any kind of quanta, including gravitons.

Decades ago, scientists found that virtual particles can generate detectable forces. For example, the Casimir effect is the attraction or repulsion seen between two mirrors placed close together in vacuum. These reflective surfaces move due to the force generated by virtual photons winking in and out of existence.

Previous research suggested that superconductors might reflect gravitons more strongly than normal matter, so Quach calculated that looking for interactions between two thin superconducting sheets in vacuum could reveal a gravitational Casimir effect. The resulting force could be roughly 10 times stronger than that expected from the standard virtual-photon-based Casimir effect.

Recently, Norte and his colleagues developed a microchip to perform this experiment. This chip held two microscopic aluminum-coated plates that were cooled almost to absolute zero so that they became superconducting. One plate was attached to a movable mirror, and a laser was fired at that mirror. If the plates moved because of a gravitational Casimir effect, the frequency of light reflecting off the mirror would measurably shift. As detailed online July 20 in Physical Review Letters, the scientists failed to see any gravitational Casimir effect.

This null result does not necessarily rule out the existence of gravitons—and thus gravity’s quantum nature. Rather, it may simply mean that gravitons do not interact with superconductors as strongly as prior work estimated, says quantum physicist and Nobel laureate Frank Wilczek of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, who did not participate in this study and was unsurprised by its null results. Even so, Quach says, this was a courageous attempt to detect gravitons.”

Originally published on https://www.scientificamerican.com

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(Saturday, April 6th, 2024)

"HOW DOES A NEUTRON STAR FORM??"

#astronomy #outer space #alternate universe #astrophysics #universe #spacecraft #white universe #space #parallel universe #astrophotography