What if time doesn't pass in the portal? PART 1
Stan, pushing 80. Ford, still the same.
They aren't considered twins anymore, are they? Stan is older, more susceptible to injury.
Later...
To be continued next post~

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What if time doesn't pass in the portal? PART 1
Stan, pushing 80. Ford, still the same.
They aren't considered twins anymore, are they? Stan is older, more susceptible to injury.
Later...
To be continued next post~
The yawn stretched Lena’s jaw to the point that she felt like a cat, baring her fangs. Naturally, it prompted a Kara Danvers Pout, which was utterly devastating. Kara looked at her over the top of her drink cup, straw still pursed in her delicate pink lips as she frowned slightly.
“How long have you been awake?”
“I had a half hour nap this morning,” Lena sighed.
She’d been in the office for three days, but she didn’t admit that.
“Leeeenaaaaaaa,” Kara said, drawing her name out into a gentle rebuke. “You promised me you’d stop doing that to yourself. I’m taking you home.”
Lena’s heart skipped and Kara abruptly jerked upright, briefly glancing at her. Lena hated when that happened, when her body betrayed her. Kara meant escort her home; Lena’s thoroughly tired mind had supplied another scenario, one where Kara carried her onto the bed, relieved her of her clothes and dove between her legs, but that was never going to happen. Lena let out a long sigh of resignation, trying to be satisfied with best-friendship.
She hoped Kara hadn’t suddenly developed telepathy.
If you took me home I’d never leave. I could make love to you for a hundred years.
Kara smiled back at Lena’s wistful look. “I mean it.”
“Okay. I can come back to it tomorrow. Besides, I’m too full of grease and cheese to stay awake. Should we…”
Lena never finished her sentence. There was a crackle in the air, a sudden wet smell of ozone, and the thunderous boom that made her ears ring.
Kara flashed in front of her at super-speed, yanking off her glasses and tossing them on the couch in a smooth motion.
Hovering in the middle of her office was some ramshackle contraption resembling a mechanical eye about the size of a basketball that scanned Kara with a faint purple energy ray.
“Kara Danvers. Supergirl. I am Zeglos, Regent of the Alotian Republic. I am calling to you from the home of my people, located in what is to you a subatomic realm we call Universe Q. We need your help, you are our only hope. The invaders are slaughtering us and razing our home. There is no time.”
Kara glanced back at Lena. “I’ll help if I can. Let me-“
“There is no time. You must come with me now.”
“Wait, hold on a second-“
The machine flashed, thrumming as it powered up, and blasted here with a wave of light that surrounded them both, and then in a crackling boom they both vanished, leaving behind the ozone smell and a faint impression of Kara’s boot heels in the carpet.
Lena stared into the empty space for a moment, then shot to her feet, snatching the phone off her desk, where it had lain ignored since Kara walked into the room.
She called Alex, shocked at the blubbering panic in her own voice. Within a few minutes, everyone was there, piling into the room. Lena warded them off from the spot where Kara had stood. Alex was cold and calm, her voice clinical, and she immediately began issuing orders. J’onn took Lena aside and gently asked her probing questions in the manner of an old detective, coaxing every meager detail of the event out of her.
Within half an hour, Brainy and Lena had set up all sorts of equipment around the room, scanning, hoping to find some energy signature or other clue that could enable them to bring Kara back from wherever she’d been taken.
It proved fruitless. They tried everything.
Minutes stretched into hours. Lena was exhausted, heavy with fatigue.
“Go home, get some sleep,” said Alex. “We can’t help her if we pass out on the floor.”
“I’ll sleep here.”
She did, throwing a thin blanket over herself on the couch. It was Alex, not Lena, who cleaned up the Big Belly Burger mess. Lena slept fitfully, showered in the en-suite attached to her office, and changed into an old hoodie that she kept there and wore when no one was looking.
It wasn’t hers. Threadbare, a maroon color faded to a soft red, the back still emblazoned with a cracked and fading Midvale Mathletes Club logo, it was Kara’s. Lena had snatched it from Kara’s sofa and put it on one night when she was feeling bold and then, as now, felt surrounded by it, the oversized garment swaddling her.
And it smelled like Kara, just enough. Kara had stared at her intently for a moment when she took it that night but said nothing, a wistful sad look on her face before the moment was broken by Wynn’s bad joke at the table. Wynn was gone now, but the hoodie remained, just as it had remained when they were fighting, when she thought she’d never see Kara again. She’d worn it then and cried herself to sleep in it.
Just like now.
A day became two. Then three. Five. Lena tried everything, pursued every theory. They called in every favor, human and alien. Brainy tried to send messages to the future. Nia dreamed fruitless dreams. Alex paced like a caged animal and Kelly kept the peace, keeping them all fed, making sure everyone slept, talking things out whenever tempers flared.
Nothing worked.
Lena even tried praying, something she hadn’t done since the last time she was in a small church in Ireland. It didn’t work this time, either.
Lena was seated next to Brainy on the couch, going over a design for a new device to try to follow what was by now a thoroughly cold trail. Alex stood at the balcony door, staring out into a slashing summer rain squall that buffeted the glass with distant thunder and gusts of wind.
The ozone smell tickled Lena’s nose and she looked up, just as Kara took a stumbling step out of nowhere, appearing in her office with an utterly bewildered look on her face.
“Kara?”
Alex snapped round, adding her voice to the chorus. “Kara?”
Kara stared at her sister, open-mouthed, tears welling in her eyes.
“Alex?” she said. “Alex, you’re alive? How is that possible?”
“Alive? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Kara!” Lena cried, her voice ragged in her throat.
At the sound of her voice, Kara snapped around, eyes wide. Her knees buckled and she sagged, almost falling. She stumbled forward as Lena stood and they fell into each other, Lena hurling herself, reckless, into an embrace that revealed too much. She almost climbed Kara, all but throwing her legs around her as well as her arms as she buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck.
“Oh God. Oh Rao. I thought you would all be gone. I begged them to let me leave but they wouldn’t let me go, I had to…”
“Kara?” Alex asked, cautiously. “Why would we be gone?”
Kara barely seemed to hear her as she gently twined her fingers in Lena’s hair and wrapped her powerful arm around Lena’s waist, encircling and shielding her.
“How long has it been?”
“About a week,” Lena choked out. “I was so scared.”
“A week?” Kara blurted. “It’s only been a week here?”
Alex put a reassuring hand on Kara’s back, standing next to them. “Yeah, you were taken on Tuesday, kiddo. It’s Wednesday, the 17th.”
Kara stared past Lena, resting her chin on the shorter woman’s head, and began to sob with relief.
“Kara?” said Alex.
“Time dilation,” said Brainy.
“They told me time would pass slower up here but I didn’t believe them. I’ve been gone for… for…”
“It’s okay, Kara,” Lena whispered. “You’re okay, you’re back.”
“Eighty seven years, four months, and eighteen days,” Kara sobbed. “It’s been so long, I thought you were all dead.”
Alex stiffened. “Kara. Oh my God.”
Kara buried her face in Lena’s hair and breathed her in, shuddering. “I’d given up. All that kept me going was hoping I could see you again. This is a gift. A gift. I love you all so much.”
Kara still held her, rocking slightly, her big shoulders shaking with powerful sobs.
“Kara,” Lena whispered. “Kara, it’s okay.”
“I love you,” Kara blurted. “I love you. It’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just need to tell you, I have to tell you. All I could think about down there is how stupid I was and how stupid I’ve been and how none of the reasons I never told you made any sense,” she sucked in a breath as if she’d briefly forgotten how, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
There could be no mistaking her intent. She seethed with it, it radiated from her very bones. Lena hugged her hard, crushing her with all her might as if to crawl inside her.
“God, Kara, I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that. I love you too. Let’s… mmmph!”
Kara was kissing her. Lena’s brain briefly froze, then she realized the full magnitude of what was happening. Kara was kissing her. Kara was kissing her. Then Lena was kissing her back. There was so much in it, need and lust and adoration and an unbelievable desperation, but above all love. Lena felt her heart open as if hadn’t in a long time, like a flower unfolding to receive the nurturing warmth of morning sun.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Kara whispered when they finally broke and Lena again could breathe.
“Let me take you home,” said Lena.
You Fulfill Me
cw: sagau, creator!reader, execution (beheading), angst, ooc genshin characters
"A wish?" you asked
"Yes, our ever so graceful creator has granted you a wish before the date of your execution a week from now, so think about it carefully" You chuckle
"Then I wish to not be executed" you say rolling your eyes
"I'm afraid that is not a wish that we can fulfill you have a week think about it carefully" and with that the person was out of your cell
you pierced your eyes at the back of their head as they head out, you lay down at the soft bed in your cell, surprisingly even though you are confined accused of being an impostor they gave you a pretty decent room with a big comfortable bed, basic hygienic products and they even went as far as providing you with skincare and other things you may indulge yourself in.
A day or two has passed, you aren't so sure yourself, time works mysteriously especially if you're locked in a room by yourself for such a long time, you have no concept of time anymore.
Zhongli, one of the 'creator's' most trusted acolyte has come to fetch you and ask what it is you wish for
"Then set me free get me out of here" you said, Zhongli was about to protest, but as he was about to open his mouth you cut him off
"Let me wonder Teyvat without having to worry about being persecuted for being an impostor, let me enjoy this world as much as I can, then I'll come back to receive my execution at the date set" you continue, however it doesn't seem like Zhongli's opinion has changed
"I apologize, but I cannot allow that" Zhongli paused
"I will be back to ask you of your wish after a few" he said while turning his back and heading for the door without even properly saying goodbye to you, how tasteless.
"That's what they wished for?" the creator asked
"Yes, your grace, I understand how unreasonable it sounds so I told them that I'd be back to ask them what they wish for in a few days"
"No no, I will", they paused "consider it" Zhongli flinched but dared not to raise his head and be disrespectful to the creator
"But your grace, the impostor might escape we don't know what will happen when we let them out we should be more careful"
They sighed, making Zhongli flinch
"I understand your worry, but this is my decision." Zhongli decided not to retort any longer as to not upset them
"I understand your highness, I will follow your orders" Zhongli replied compliantly, they dismissed him and finally he was able to breathe outside of their throne room.
a day hasn't even passed before Zhongli comes back to your cell, just as you were about to tell him that you have not yet thought of anything to wish for he beat you to it
"The creator permits your wish, however there will be people guarding you so you don't escape" he said, you were no doubt taken aback by what he said, he seemed so sure of himself for not letting you get out of your cell, so what made him change his mind?
"The creator permitted it?"
"Please! I'm sorry please I didn't mean to harm you" you cut them off
"Even if you hadn't meant to, you already have"
"I'm sorry dear creator please forgive me I was foolish I didn't want to lose them I didn't want to lose their love you saw how vicious they are towards an impostor! Please I didn't know what else I-" you sighed stopping them from their rambling
"I do not like the way you handled things you've sent them to hurt me, you treated me like an animal to be hunted, I was not safe anywhere you have made me despise the only place that has brought me comfort you ruined me." they sobbed muttering apologies
"I'll take back everything just please don't take this away from me, please let me rule I- I can't let go of this it's what I was made for" you could not retort after all they were telling the truth Celestia has made them for the sole purpose of acting as you, your eyes softened the empathetic side of you and you sighed
"I'll forgive you" their head snapped up to look at you
"only in one condition" you continued
"Anything whatever it is!"
"Get me out of this hell".
"How could you forgive me so easily?"
"I'm not sure either" you pause, "maybe it's because I still haven't yet accepted that this is my reality now" you look back at them
"The lands of Teyvat have helped me I've been very "lucky" no true harm really have come to me and maybe that's why I never really thought of this as reality"
They looked at you tearfully they dropped their head and hummed to acknowledge your reply
"What are you planning to do after this?" You asked them, the slowly look back up at you
"I'm not sure, Teyvat would probably mourn the loss of its creator so I plan on preparing for calamities and such, but as of now I'll focus on your" they trailed deciding to leave their sentence at that, but it didn't matter. You understood.
"and now I announce the execution on this day of the impostor in the name of our creator"
Xiao watched as the blade slowly comes in contact with your neck he couldn't bare to watch and without knowing he closed his eyes and teleported to a familiar location a plane full of flowers a tree standing tall behind him
Xiao could almost see your silhouette, he shook his head and as he does he feels water drip down his chin, is it raining?
Xiao looked up, only to be greeted by the huge branches of an abundant tree. Gradually, more drops of water began dripping down his face.
That day it rained.
So sorry for being MIA lately, lots of things happened and I'm in college now so I haven't found the time to post. Hope you enjoyed this one.
Imagine a scenario in which torture is done virtually, in machines that connect to your mind, restrain your head and body, and put you in a version of reality where each second that passes outside the simulation feels like an hour inside. Things beyond your comprehension are done to you, you experience levels of pain you’ve never thought possible. Interrogators easily break subjects, sometimes too well. It doesn’t matter. They always get the answers they want through the machine. Nothing is sacred. Not your memories, not your feelings, not your own body. It’s all part of the machine now. Read by people who want to use it to break you. They find your every flaw, weakness, trigger, break you so efficiently in an eternity. It could have been five minutes but now you’re a husk, exhausted, vulnerable, and broken.
Partially inspired by the game S.p.l.it. By Mike Klubnika
im lazy so tw in the tags. simulation/ lab whump
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The sunlight was heavy and gold, pooling across the duvet like warm honey. Whumpee shifted, sighing into the softest pillow they’d ever known. Beside them, caretaker stirred, a low chuckle vibrating against Whumpee’s shoulder.
"Five more minutes?" Partner murmured, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to Whumpee’s temple.
"The garden needs weeding," Whumpee teased, though they tightened their grip on Partner’s waist.
"The garden can wait for the sun to get higher. I’m going to make that French toast you like." Partner squeezed their hand, a solid, grounding weight, and slid out of bed. "Stay. Be lazy. You’ve earned it."
Whumpee watched them walk out, the floorboards creaking with a comforting, familiar rhythm. They felt full. For the first time in months, the phantom aches in their joints were gone. The nightmares had stopped. They were safe.
After a few minutes of listening to the distant, muffled clatter of plates, Whumpee stretched and followed the scent of imaginary cinnamon.
The kitchen was empty.
The stove was cold. A single plate sat on the counter, but it was bone-dry. The clock on the wall was stuck at 3:30, still it ticked rhythmically on time.
"Love?" Whumpee called out, a tiny, cold needle of anxiety pricking at the back of their neck. "Did you go outside?"
They headed for the French doors leading to the patio. The morning light coming through the glass was blinding, too bright, almost white. Whumpee pushed the doors open, expecting the smell of jasmine and the sound of birds.
There was nothing.
The patio stones extended for three feet and then simply stopped. Beyond the edge of the porch, there was no garden. There was no sky. There was only a vast, oily blackness that seemed to swallow the very light hitting it.
Whumpee spun around. The kitchen was already beginning to blur, the edges of the table softening like melting wax.
"No," Whumpee whispered, clutching the doorframe. Their fingers didn't feel the wood; they felt cold metal. "No, please. I was just—we were just talking."
"You always did have a vivid imagination," a voice echoed, vibrating not from the room, but from inside Whumpee's own skull. "But the processor is overheating. We need to cycle you out."
The transition wasn't a fade; it was a snap.
The smell of cinnamon was replaced by the stench of ozone and antiseptic. The warmth of the sun vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a damp cellar. Whumpee gasped, their lungs burning as they tried to draw in air that wasn't filtered through a machine.
They weren't in a bed. They were suspended in a harness, wires snaking from the base of their skull into a humming console.
Assistant leaned over them, wiping a smudge of grease off a glass monitor. "How was the French toast?" she smiled, her voice soft.
Whumpee’s hands shook, they tugged weakly at their restraints, trying to reach out for a partner who was now just a collection of data points. "Put me back," they croaked, the salt of real tears stinging eyes that hadn't blinked in hours. "Please. Just... let me go back to the garden with them."
Whumper just smiled, clicking a button on the console. "Maybe tomorrow. If you're good. For now, let’s talk about reality."
Whumper and the assistant chatted amongst themselves, rattling off numbers and terms Whumpee didn't understand.
"How long was that?" Whumpee interrupted, their voice cracking.
"Notice any abnormalities? Any glitches?" the assistant countered. She was already scribbling on a notepad, the fuzzy pink pompom atop her pen bobbing frantically—the only pop of color in the gray steel lab.
"How long?" Whumpee pressed, louder this time.
"It's been about two hours," Whumper answered with a smile. It was a different smile than the assistant’s cheerful one; it was a cold, thin expression that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But for you... it was nearly eight months."
Did you know it's only been 1.7 hours on Miller's planet since Interstellar's release almost 12 years ago?
This stark difference is because of time dilation.
There are two types of time dilation—relative velocity time dilation and gravitational time dilation. What occurred on Miller's planet was gravitational time dilation.
Einstein said gravity is not just a “force pulling things.” Instead massive objects like planets and black holes bend space and time. This combined structure is called spacetime.
Think of spacetime as a flat, infinitely huge trampoline, and planets/black holes are like big balls causing a dent or dip in spacetime. That dip represents gravity.
Because of this idea, we know that time is not just a concept we use to measure change but a part of space and its structure, and gravity affects the rate of all physical processes, even the speed of atoms and clocks.
We know Miller’s planet is close to the supermassive black hole Gargantua. Because Gargantua has such enormous mass, it causes a very strong curvature in spacetime. This curvature means time runs more slowly compared to planets further away.
This effect is called gravitational time dilation, and it’s why time on Miller’s planet passes so differently from time elsewhere.
Thinkin bout how Carlos spent 10 years in the desert otherworld before he was able to re-enter night vale proper bc he wasn't considered to be a citizen of the town, and how Cecil made a big event of Carlos having lived in night vale 10 years bc it officially made him a resident of the town, not knowing he'd spent 10 years in a time dilated desert other world, and that the likely reason Carlos was able to return to night vale proper after those 10 years that Cecil didn't know about was that the town recognized him as a resident after those 10 years to allow him to return
And just,
“Just watched Interstellar and then spent some time pondering the mysteries and general scope of the universe and distant galaxies.”
“I sat there pondering for what felt like 2 minutes, but was actually 2 HOURS! I almost missed dinner. If you’ve seen the film, you’ll know how tragic and yet hilariously appropriate that is.”
“The ADHD time dilation got me, folks. It hasn’t in quite a bit, so I was a little unprepared.” 😅
“I should probably do my bedtime routine before I lose another 2 hours…or 4 hours.”