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Designing for the Senses: How to Make Your Space Feel as Good as It Looks

A beautifully designed space is more than just visually pleasing—it should feel good to the touch, smell inviting, and even sound soothing. Designing for the senses means creating an environment that appeals to all of your senses, not just your eyes. By engaging sight, touch, sound, smell, and even taste, you can turn your space into a true sanctuary that nourishes both body and mind.

In this blog, we’ll explore how to design a home that isn’t just aesthetically beautiful but also a sensory experience that feels just as good as it looks.

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1. Engage the Sense of Touch with Cozy Textures

The feeling of a soft fabric against your skin or the texture of a smooth surface under your hand can elevate your space from ordinary to exceptional. Soft, tactile elements make a room feel inviting and comfortable, encouraging you to linger and relax.

Layering Textures: Mix and match fabrics to create a sense of depth. Think plush velvet cushions, cozy wool throws, and a soft cotton rug underfoot. Add textured elements like woven baskets, knitted blankets, or suede pillows to create an inviting tactile experience.

Furniture Choices: Opt for tactile materials like leather, velvet, linen, or soft cotton for your upholstery. A velvet chair or a soft linen sofa invites you to sit and relax, while wooden furniture adds a natural, grounding texture to the space.

Why It Works: Touch plays a critical role in how we interact with our environment. By adding soft, cozy textures, you create an inviting atmosphere that feels comfortable and relaxing.

Pro Tip: Don’t forget the floor! Adding an area rug with a soft texture or warm materials like wool or sheepskin underfoot will make the entire room feel more inviting.

2. Create a Soundscape: Design for Calm and Connection

Sound is an often-overlooked element of interior design, but it plays a huge role in how we experience a space. The right sound can make a room feel tranquil and calming, while noise can disrupt the peaceful atmosphere.

Soft Furnishings for Acoustic Comfort: Plush rugs, heavy curtains, and upholstered furniture all help absorb sound and reduce echo, creating a more peaceful environment. By adding fabrics into your space, you naturally improve the acoustics.

Soothing Sounds: Consider adding elements like a sound machine, a water fountain, or even playing ambient music to fill the room with calming sounds. These elements can help mask background noise and set a serene tone.

Silence: Sometimes, the absence of sound is equally important. Create quiet spaces by reducing distractions—turn off the TV, unplug electronics, and keep the atmosphere still and serene.

Why It Works: Sound affects our mood and stress levels. Soft, harmonious sounds can create a calming ambiance, while cluttered, noisy environments can make us feel tense. Curating your soundscape helps create a space that nurtures relaxation.

Pro Tip: Try adding a few plants to help absorb sound and improve acoustics. Tall plants, like fiddle leaf figs, can act as natural sound buffers while adding life to your space.

3. Appeal to the Sense of Smell with Fragrances

The sense of smell is one of the most powerful when it comes to influencing mood and memory. A pleasant scent can make your space feel welcoming, fresh, and even energizing. Scented candles, diffusers, and natural air fresheners can all help create a signature scent that becomes part of your home's identity.

Scented Candles or Diffusers: Choose scents that match the mood you want to create. Floral and citrus scents are great for energizing spaces like the kitchen or living room, while lavender, eucalyptus, and sandalwood work well in bedrooms and bathrooms for relaxation.

Natural Scents: Try bringing in fresh flowers or herbs like rosemary, mint, or basil. These natural scents can freshen the air and add a touch of greenery to your home.

Air Purifiers: Not only do they improve the air quality, but some air purifiers come with essential oil diffusers to add a subtle, ongoing fragrance that cleans the air and uplifts your space.

Why It Works: Smell is closely linked to memory and emotion. A home that smells inviting, fresh, and calming can instantly make you feel more comfortable and at ease.

Pro Tip: Rotate scents throughout the year based on seasons—think warm vanilla and cinnamon in the winter, and fresh citrus or lavender in the spring and summer.

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4. Play with Color and Lighting for a Visually Pleasing Experience

We often focus on color and lighting from a purely aesthetic standpoint, but these elements also influence how a space feels on a sensory level. The right lighting and color palette can make a room feel brighter, warmer, or more relaxing.

Warm Lighting: Use soft, warm-toned lighting to create a cozy, welcoming atmosphere. Layer your lighting with table lamps, floor lamps, or wall sconces to eliminate harsh overhead lights. Dimmers are a great way to adjust lighting levels depending on your mood or time of day.

Natural Light: Maximize natural light where possible, as it enhances your mood and energy. Open your windows, use sheer curtains to diffuse the light, and place mirrors to reflect sunlight and make the space feel more expansive.

Color Psychology: Choose colors that support the mood you want to create. Soft blues, greens, and neutrals are calming, while brighter colors like yellow and coral add energy. Warm tones like terracotta and gold can make a room feel cozy and inviting.

Why It Works: Sight is the first sense we rely on when entering a space. A well-lit room with colors that complement the atmosphere you want to create can dramatically enhance the mood and energy of a space.

Pro Tip: Layer your lighting with a combination of ambient (overhead), task (reading lamps), and accent lighting (sconces or picture lights) to create a balanced, inviting atmosphere.

5. Add Flavor: How Taste Can Influence Your Space

While taste might not be something you can directly design for, it plays an essential role in how we experience a space, especially in areas like the kitchen or dining room. The smells and flavors of your food can transform an environment from a place for sustenance to a sensory experience.

Fresh Ingredients: Keep fresh fruits, herbs, and vegetables in the kitchen for both their visual appeal and their fragrance. A bowl of lemons or a fresh herb garden can make your kitchen feel vibrant and inviting.

Flavored Drinks: Invest in a coffee station, tea corner, or bar cart to create an experience around taste. Having a designated space for enjoying your favorite drink not only adds a sensory ritual but can also become a welcoming element for guests.

Why It Works: Engaging taste in your design, especially around food, adds another layer to the sensory experience. A well-curated kitchen or dining space can enhance the way you enjoy meals, making the entire space feel more inviting.

Pro Tip: Experiment with aromatic spices or fresh herbs in the kitchen to elevate the sensory experience of cooking. A small herb garden on the windowsill or fresh flowers on the dining table can enhance both the visual and olfactory appeal of the space.

Conclusion: A Home That Stimulates All Your Senses

When you design for all five senses, you create a space that feels harmonious and nurturing. By focusing on textures that invite touch, lighting that creates mood, sounds that soothe, smells that refresh, and even tastes that delight, you elevate your home from a place to live into a sanctuary for the soul.

Next time you walk into your home, take a moment to tune into all of your senses. Does the room feel warm and inviting? Is the lighting soft and comfortable? Does the air smell fresh? By considering how each element of your home engages your senses, you can curate a space that not only looks beautiful but feels just as good.

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Dani visits the human world and notices some things that have changed since the last time she was there.

Phic Phight Prompt by @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy

Summary: What is there to say?

Dani slipped through the Fenton portal into the world of the living, and was immediately greeted by the feeling of cool air on her skin. She took a deep breath, hovering invisibly in the middle of the lab and slowly cherishing the sensation of fresh, living air filling her lungs.

The lab was… quiet. She frowned and spun on the spot, confirming that she was the only person there. The monitors lining the benches were dull, and there were no typical flashing lights or whirring electronics. The only illumination came from the portal. Dani didn’t know a lot about other people’s labs, but Vlad’s had always been full of soft noise, as machines hummed and blipped little tunes that had always soothed her back to sleep.

She pushed the memory away. Maybe the Fentons’ lab was just quiet when nobody was there? After all, it wasn’t like there were growing life forms that needed constant support and monitoring.

Still. It didn’t quite seem to fit the glimpses of this place that she’d had in the past, no matter how fleeting they’d been.

She phased through the ceiling, and the darkness was replaced by soft natural light that streamed through open windows. The glimpse of sunlight struck her with unexpected surprise, and Dani hissed in a sharp breath as her core hummed deep within her centre. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to fly out into the open sky, feeling the wind in her hair and the sun soaking into her skin for the first time in… wait, how long had it actually been?

She frowned, scrunching her face as she tried to track how long she’d been in the Ghost Zone. Surely it hadn’t been more than a few months, right?

Shaking her head to clear it, she glanced around the living room. Unease prickled down her spine, dampening her good mood, but Dani couldn’t quite place what was wrong. There was that same old couch and rug, a TV against one wall, and framed photos lining the mantelpiece. 

She was surprised that Danny hadn’t appeared yet. Shouldn’t she have set off his ghost sense by now?

Dani’s heart pounded against her ribcage as she floated up again, phasing through the floor of Danny’s bedroom…

This was Danny’s room, right? No, she must have misjudged the layout of the home. It appeared to be a guest room, with a plain mattress devoid of blankets or sheets on the bed frame, and empty shelves lining the walls with a clear desk tucked in the corner. The curtains were drawn, but they were so threadbare that there was no problem seeing in the bright daylight that shone right through.

She phased through the wall, and ended up in a room with a decidedly teal colour scheme. The curtains were closed in here too but enough light filtered through to make out the details anyway. It was as neat as one of those pictures of perfect homes in magazines, and the framed high school diploma above the study alcove suggested that the room belonged to Jazz. Or… it had? The air felt stale and dusty, like nobody had been in here in a while. Dani drifted over to the dresser and ran her finger across the top, coming away with a fine layer of dust.

She pinched her lower lip between her teeth. Jazz had been pretty close to graduation when Dani had gone into the Ghost Zone, so maybe she was at university now?

Yeah. That made sense.

Unease settled more densely over her, and Dani phased through the wall again. She passed through the linen cupboard and a bathroom in desperate need of a good clean, and then found herself in what was obviously Danny’s parents’ room. This one finally appeared to be lived in, with the duvet crumpled and left unmade, and glasses of water on bedside tables. The curtains were open in here, and the air felt fresher and less dead.

Dani didn’t really want to poke around through Maddie and Jack’s stuff, so she phased back out into the hallway. She tilted her head, scowling as she counted the doors in the hallway.

There were exactly five — one for each bedroom, and one for the bathroom and the linen cupboard.

Dread dropped into her gut, like she’d suddenly swallowed a bowling ball, and Dani crept back into the first room. She pulled back the curtains, and dust motes swirled in the beams of sunlight as the room was fully illuminated. She stood in the middle of the carpet, turning in a slow circle and reaching out tentatively with her core.

There were slightly darker rectangles on the wall where there used to be posters of star charts and band tours, and when she tilted her head back, Dani could just make out the tiny silhouettes where glow in the dark stars had once been stuck to the ceiling and the white paint had faded around them.

She couldn’t sense any other ghosts beside herself. There wasn’t so much as a glimmer of residual spectral activity aside from the steady hum of the portal two floors beneath her.

“Where are you?” she whispered into the still emptiness.

Maybe… maybe she’d been gone longer than she’d thought. Maybe Danny had graduated and gone to college too. She didn’t think he’d have abandoned Amity Park, but maybe he’d moved out with Tucker, or finally gotten together with Sam or Valerie and was living with them? She didn’t really know much about his friends, but that seemed like the kind of thing they’d do, especially if Danny’s parents didn’t know his secret yet. He was probably just too far across town for her to sense.

Dani shot up through the ceiling and broke into the open air. The sunlight enveloped her with sudden life, and despite everything she smiled and gave a deep sigh. The Ghost Zone had been interesting, and it certainly helped to keep her core stable, but her human half delighted in the chance to soak in the energy of the mortal world once more.

Making sure that she stayed invisible, Dani floated above the town in a huge, lazy loop, feeling for any sign of Danny. There was a gentle breeze, and she revelled in the way it stirred her hair and brushed against her exposed skin.

By the time she’d returned to Fentonworks, the contentment of being in the human world had once again been overrun by anxiety.

Dani debated dropping by Valerie’s house, before realising that she didn’t actually know where it was. She scowled, but after a moment of thought began to fly across the town again, this time with a clear destination in mind.

She touched down in the parking lot behind the library, using invisibility to mask herself as she changed into her human form before walking through the front doors just like any normal kid. Nobody even glanced her way, and Dani sidled over to the row of thick computer screens that buzzed almost imperceptibly and played screensavers of what looked like photos of community events. She picked the screen furthest from the library desk, as far away from prying eyes as possible but when she nudged the mouse the screensaver was replaced with a screen prompting her to log in.

Dani frowned and looked toward the desk. She didn’t have a card, but she didn’t really want to sign up for one either. Didn’t you need ID for that kind of thing?

An older man sat down at a vacant computer close to hers, and Dani slid out of her seat and casually strolled to the bookshelf behind him. She pretended to be scanning the titles while he slowly used pointed index fingers to tap out his login details, and Dani carefully repeated the details in her mind as she grabbed a random book and headed back to her seat. Her screen had jumped back to the screensaver, and she doubted that she could log in while the man was already suing his account, so she surreptitiously turned to the back of her book and used a glowing fingertip to etch the man’s username and password into the bottom corner of the final page. She flipped back to the front cover again and raised an eyebrow at the yellow smiley face and the large self-help title in raised gold block letters.

Oh, well. Whatever.

Dani thumbed through her book, skimming through some of the tips in the organisational section while surreptitiously stealing glances at the man on the nearby computer. Her fingers almost itched with anticipation but she held herself steady.

It didn’t take him long to leave, and Dani could only hope that he hadn’t used up all of the allotted time on his account for the day. She flipped back to the details and typed them in, relief pulling a sigh from deep within her as the computer opened up to its main desktop page. The little timer in the top corner indicated that the account still had twenty minutes, so she pushed the book aside and opened the web browser straight away.

It only took a few seconds to log into Facebook, and Dani felt a twinge of guilt at the sheer amount of notifications. She was tempted to check them now, but the steady timer in the corner reminded her to focus and she clicked into the messenger webpage instead.

There were only two conversations — one from Danny, and the other from Valerie. Val’s were bolded and unread, but Danny’s… 

Dani chewed her lip and brushed overlong bangs out of her face, trying to fight through the sudden heart-wrenching betrayal of abandonment.

Danny’s last message to her had been over a year ago, the day she left for the Ghost Zone.

She quickly opened the conversation, double checking that yes, he hadn’t messaged her since she’d left. It didn’t make sense. This was their only form of communication when she wasn’t in town! Did he really think so little of her, that he wouldn’t message her so that she’d have something to come back to? Was she really just a clone to him after all?

That last thought stopped her anger in its tracks. Danny would never think that.

She took a deep, grounding breath, and opened the unread messages from Valerie.

There wasn’t much there, but what Danielle did see turned her blood to ice.

How could I have known when neither of you ever told me?!

I’m sorry

Please, Danielle, I’m sorry!

I didn’t mean it

You have to know I didn’t mean it

I never would have done it if I’d just KNOWN!

I’m sorry

Dani swallowed, hard. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard but for a long moment she just stared at the screen.

She clicked back into her conversation with Danny. The last time he’d messaged her was only a few days before that frantic barrage from Valerie.

Just make sure you stay away from Skulker!

Frostbite will help you if you need it

Or Pandora

At the time, she was amused by his overprotectiveness. Yeah I know. See you later!

He’d responded cheerfully, but then had never messaged her again.

Okay

Stay safe!

I hope you have a blast

She read it again, and panic crept into her core. “No,” she breathed, and clicked back to Facebook’s main page, searching up Danny’s account.

The latest posts were birthday wishes from two months ago.

Dani scrolled down, numb horror cocooning her thoughts. The posts made by his friends and family all blurred together into a collage of soft wishes of peace and somber murmurs of sadness. Below his birthday wishes were a collection of posts from four months ago, and Dani’s hands trembled as she read every single one.

Sixteen months.

The ambient sounds of the library faded into static as she realised that Danny Fenton had been dead and buried for sixteen months.

She swallowed past the sudden tightness in her throat, and it was like fighting past hands that were clenched around her neck. Dani’s eyes burned and she dragged in a shallow breath, sharp with the strain of fighting back tears.

They slipped down her cheeks anyway, and she sniffed and took another strained breath, clicking into her messages once more.

She didn’t know what to say, but Dani knew she had to say something. It wasn’t right, to just leave him hanging like that.

Her hands clenched in her lap, and Dani rubbed the water off her face only to have more tears fall straight away. A sob clawed its way out of her throat and she pressed her fist over her mouth, muffling it as much as she could.

People were looking at her now, and she ducked her head and tried to hold everything in.

This wasn’t fair. How could she have let this happen? How could she have left him?

How could he have left her?

She clenched her teeth together. As tempting as it was to post on his page, she didn’t want to be public about it. What right did she have anyway, to freshly grieve him when he’d already been gone for so long? What right did she have to message his friends, who she barely knew, or his family, who she had never even met?! How could she drag them into her existence when it’d just dredge up the rawness all over again?!

Dani realised that she’d tensed her body so much that she was trembling with the effort and had forgotten to breathe. She took a shaky breath, and her tight muscles snapped into a loud, hiccupping cry.

Gritting her teeth again, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping into her mouth and off her chin, Dani typed three words into the private message chat box.

I’m so sorry.

She closed the browser, and the screen went black and flicked back to the login screen as the timer hit zero.

Grief crashed into her with the force of a tsunami and Dani pressed her palms over her eyes and wept. Huge, gasping sobs tore from her chest, making her gut ache as her pulse roared in her ears.

“Miss? Are you okay?”

It was probably the stupidest question she’d ever heard, and Dani shook her head mutely, keeping her hands over her eyes as the tears continued to flood through her fingers and snot began to drip from her nose.

Someone nudged her shoulder. “Here,” the same voice offered, and Dani peeked through her fingers to see a tissue box. She squinted up at the librarian, and the tears kept flowing like a tap that had been left running.

Dani pressed her lips together and nodded once, grabbing a handful of tissues and immediately burying her face in them as she was hit by a fresh wave of grief. She knew that eventually she’d have to move, she’d have to stop crying and take the next step, but for now all that mattered was the way her head throbbed with every sob and how her eyes burned hotter and hotter the more she cried. She couldn’t breathe deeper than short, shallow gasps, and every time she tried to think, all she could picture was Danny’s face and her world came crashing down again.

It took her a long time to stop crying, but when she did she was left staring at the pile of soaking tissues next to the keyboard as the bright halogen lights made her eyes sting.

She had no clue what to do now.

He was dead, and she didn’t even get to say goodbye.

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How It’s Made Index（S01~S10）

How It’s Made是由 Discovery Channel 制作一款王牌节目，又被翻译为制造的原理或造物小百科， 本片从2001年推出至今，涵盖了几乎所有的制造技术 ，非常适合机械专业和对此感兴趣的同学。希望大家享受这趟制造的艺术之旅！

第一季推出时间为2001-01-06至2001-03-31

S01E01 Aluminum foil, Snow Boards, Contact lenses, Bread. 铝箔，雪橇板，隐形眼镜，面包

本集看点：铝锭是如何一步步用轧制工艺压制成像纸一样薄的铝箔的；

S01E02 Compact Discs; Mozzarella Cheese; Pantyhose; Fluorescent Tubes. 光碟，奶酪，女式连袜裤，荧光灯管

本集看点：CD光盘是怎么从模具注塑出来的；玻璃管的热弯，以及荧光灯复杂的自动化制程；

S01E03 Toothpicks; Acrylic Bathtubs; Helicopters; Beer. 牙签，玻璃纤维增强塑料浴缸 ，直升机，啤酒

本集看点：牙签的制作，是类似于螺钉，是先用木材做成木板再切割而成；塑料的吸塑制程，玻璃纤维+树脂强化制程；碳纤维制作的飞机支架；

S01E04 Hearing Aids; 3-D Puzzles; Rubber Mats; Toilets 助听器，三维拼图，胶垫，抽水马桶

本集看点：用模具制作陶瓷的加工制程；

S01E05 Copy Paper; Jeans; Computers; Plate Glass 复印纸，牛仔裤，电脑，平板玻璃

本集看点： 浮法平板玻璃的制作过程；

S01E06 Nails and Staples; Safety Glasses; Fabrics; Bicycles 钉子，护目镜，布匹，自行车

本集看点：一卷钢丝的艺术之旅；透明塑胶模具的高亮抛光；线全自动编制成布；自行车架的焊接与喷涂工艺；

S01E07 Kayaks; Safety Boots; Electronic Signs; Cereals 皮划艇，安全靴，电子招牌，麦片粥

本集看点： 热塑性塑料的成型方法加工，不需要压力，只需要加热和摇晃即可；LED制成的大型广告或体育比赛显示屏

S01E08 Trucks; Adhesive Bandages; Computer Circuit Boards; Liquors 卡车，创口贴，计算机电路（PCB），酿酒（威士忌）

本集看点：SMT和波峰焊制程（单面器件），目前手机等产品已经主要使用回流焊制程；

S01E09 Steel; Apple Juice; Aircraft Landing Gear; Cosmetics 钢铁，苹果汁，起落架，化妆品

本集看点：钢铁是怎样练成的；车削和铣削加工，喷砂工艺，外观电镀处理；

S01E10 Holograms; Package Printing; Skin Culture; Canned Corn 全息摄影，包装盒，皮肤培植，罐装玉米

本集看点：还是不懂的全息摄影和底片冲洗；

S01E11 Plastic Bags; Solar Panels; Plastic Gasoline Containers; Hockey Sticks 塑料袋，太阳能电池板，塑料汽油桶，曲棍球棍

本集看点：塑料袋通过聚乙烯吹膜制程制作；吹塑制作塑料桶；

S01E12 Aluminum Screw Caps; Chocolate; Pills; Pasta 铝瓶盖，巧克力，药丸，面食

本集看点：铝合金的拉伸制程；

S01E13 Bicycle Helmets; Aluminum; Car Brakes; Lithium Batteries 自行车头盔，铝，汽车刹车，锂电池

本集看点：聚苯乙烯发泡注塑；电解铝制程，制作成铝锭；电池是怎么卷出来的；

本季资源链接： 

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第二季推出时间为2002-09-07至2002-12-07

S02E01 Eyeglass Lenses; Granite; Potato Chips; Microprocessors 眼睛镜片，花岗石板，薯片，微处理器

本集看点：塑胶镜片的抛光和AR镀膜；芯片的封装制程；

S02E02 Honey; Fiber-Optics; Bricks; Pipe Organs 蜂蜜，光纤，砖块，管风琴

本集看点：玻璃管拉丝成为光纤；

S02E03 Personal Watercraft; Wine; Office Furniture; Ice Skates 水上摩托，葡萄酒，办公家具，溜冰鞋

S02E04 Winter Jackets; Animation; Mushrooms; Gold Rings 冬季夹克衫，动画片，蘑菇，金戒指

本集看点：用 熔模铸造工艺制作魔戒；

S02E05 Hydroponic Lettuce; Construction Wood; Recycling; Fishing Flies 水培莴苣，建筑木材，垃圾回收，假蝇饵

本集看点：完全工业化种菜；

S02E06 Diamond Cuttings; Wood Doors; Paintballs; Newspapers 切割钻石，木门，彩色球，报纸

S02E07 Carpets; Drinking Water; Laser Eye Surgery; Acoustic Guitars 地毯，饮用水，激光眼科手术，吉他

S02E08 Fiberglass Boats; Clothes Dryers; Bubble Gum; Fireworks 玻璃纤维艇，干衣机，泡泡糖，焰火

本集看点：玻璃纤维+树脂制作的船体上盖；钢板制作圆筒；

S02E09 Steel Safes; False Teeth; Airplanes; Maple Syrup 保险箱，假牙，轻型飞机，枫糖浆

本集看点：来了，玻璃纤维+树脂制作的飞机机身；

S02E10 Gummies; Aluminum Cans; Fish Farming; Bronze Sculptures 花色软糖，易拉罐，养鱼，青铜雕塑

本集看点：可口可乐，来一罐！

S02E11 Aluminum Pots and Pans; Artificial Limbs; Peanut Butter; High Intensity Light Bulbs 旋压铝制品，假肢，花生酱，高光灯泡

本集看点：用旋压而非拉伸制作的铝合金罐子和盖子，两种方式各有优势；

S02E12 Cars; Grocery Carts; Rapid Tooling and Prototyping; Collectible Coins 小汽车，购物车，快速模具成型，纪念币

本集看点：钣金的加工制程，电阻焊；3D打印树脂零件，浇铸工艺及其模具制作；银币复杂的图案转移过程；

S02E13 Ball Bearings; Electrical Wires; Lost Wax Process Casting; Automated Machines 轴承，电线，熔模铸造，自动化机器

本集看点：钢球的制造过程（冲压+研磨）； 熔模铸造的金属铸造件， 熔模本身也是通过模具制造的；极其舒适的全自动化制造过程合���；

本季资源链接：

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第三季推出时间为2003-10-01至2003-12-30

S03E01 Pre-inked Stamps; Cranberries; Cotton Yarn; Road Signs 原子章，酸果，棉纱，交通标志

本集看点：丝印网板的制作过程；

S03E02 Combination Locks; Pottery; Recreational Vehicles; Erasers 字码锁，陶器，休闲拖车，橡皮擦

本集看点：如何用模具制作陶罐；

S03E03 Wheel Loaders; Vegetable Oil; Hand Tools; Cotton Swabs 轮式装运机，植物油，手动工具，棉签

S03E04 Temporary Metal Fences; Asphalt Shingles; Polystyrene Products; Hard Candies 金属栅栏，沥青屋面板，泡沫板，花式硬糖

本集看点：泡沫发泡制程；

S03E05 Horse-drawn Carriages; Artificial Eyes; Dog and Cat Food; Mirrors 老式马车，假眼，猫粮和狗粮，镜子

S03E06 Yogurt; Candles; Neon Signs; Bookbindings 酸奶，蜡烛，霓虹灯，装订

S03E07 Prepared Mustard; Violins; Nuts and Bolts; Toilet Paper 芥末，小提琴，螺母螺帽，卫生纸

本集看点：螺杆的滚丝螺纹制程，螺母是钢丝在高温下压制而成的，螺母的螺纹后加工CNC制成；

S03E08 Fresh Cut Flowers; Adhesive Tape; Tofu; Lottery Tickets 鲜花，胶带，豆腐，彩票

S03E09 Inflatable Watercraft; Couscous; Modelling Dough; Wicker Products 充气筏，蒸粗麦粉，玩具胶泥，柳条编织

S03E10 Wind Generators; PVC Gloves; Thermo-Formed Glass; Fire Trucks 风力发电机，塑胶手套，热塑玻璃，消防车

本集看点：手工让平板玻璃热成型成精美盘子；

S03E11 Radiators; Hatchery Chicks; Filo Pastry; Cross-Country Skis 汽车散热器，孵蛋机，薄生面片，滑雪撬

S03E12 Electric Baseboard Heaters; Moulded Pulp Containers; Chicken; Video Games 电加热器，纸浆（鸡蛋）托盘，鸡肉，电脑游戏

本集看点：钣金连续冲压过程；

S03E13 Fire Fighter Boots; Garden Tools; Automated Machines; Gypsum Board 防火靴，园艺工具，自动化机械，石膏板

本集看点：新一期极其舒适的自动化流水线；

本季资源链接：

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第四季推出时间为2005-01-04至2005-03-29

S04E01 Plastic Bottles & Jars; Mail; Eggs; Handcrafted Wooden Pens 塑料瓶，邮件分拣，鸡蛋，木柄���制钢笔

本集看点：塑料瓶的吹塑制程（舒适）；鸡蛋是怎么生产的；

S04E02 Plastic Injection Moulds; Automotive Oil Filters; Filing Cabinets; Blown Glass 塑料注塑模具，汽车滤油器，档案柜，吹塑玻璃

本集看点：塑料注塑模具的加工制程：CNC加工、EDM电极加工，以及双色注塑过程；钣金柜子的加工制程；美女是如何吹玻璃的；

S04E03 High-Precision Cutting Tools; Stained Glass; Semi-Trailers; Recorders 钻头，拼花玻璃，拖车，木直笛

本集看点： 涡流加热，通过热处理后软化或硬化金属；

S04E04 Conga Drums; Metal Plating; Buttons; 康茄鼓，金属电镀，纽扣

本集看点： 金属电镀制程；

S04E05 Grinding Wheels; Compost; Window Blinds; Milk 砂轮，堆肥，百叶窗，牛奶

S04E06 Brushes & Push Brooms; Blackboards; Smoked Salmon; Zippers 木刷子，黑板，熏鲑鱼片，拉链

本集看点： 毛刷组装时的金属U型倒扣固定住刷毛；

S04E07 3D Commercial Signs; Hardwood Floors; Corrugated Polyethylene Pipe; Mattresses 立体标牌，硬木地板，聚乙烯管，床垫

本集看点： 大型塑胶型材的成型过程；弹簧的制作过程；

S04E08 Ceramic Tiles; Nuts; Steel Forgings; Skateboards 瓷砖，果仁，炼钢，滑板

本集看点： 炼钢和轧钢；

S04E09 Car Engines; Flour; Recliners; Envelopes 轿车引擎，面粉，活动躺椅，信封

S04E10 Plastic Cups & Cutlery; Special Effects Makeup; Gold; Harps 塑料杯和餐具，特技化妆，黄金，竖琴

本集看点： 热成型一次性塑料杯；简单一些的塑料管型材制作过程；金锭的制作过程；

S04E11 Countertop Laminate; Frozen Treats; Children's Building Blocks; Detergents 表面压片，雪糕，儿童积木，清洁剂

S04E12 Architectural Moldings; Pulleys; Industrial Rubber Hose; Sheet Vinyl Flooring 装饰嵌条，滑轮，橡皮管，树脂地板

S04E13 Putty Knives; Garage Doors; Electric Motors; Wool 油灰刀，车库活动门，电动机，毛料衣物

本季资源链接：

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第五季推出时间为2005-09-07至2005-11-29

S05E01 Paving Asphalt; Marshmallow Cookies; Loudspeakers; Electronic Door Locks 沥青石料，葵糖饼干，高音喇叭，电子门锁

S05E02 Wood Burning Stoves; Orthoses; Ballet Slippers; Buses 木炭火炉，矫正鞋具，芭蕾舞鞋，公共汽车

S05E03 Robotic Arms; Tattoos; Sanitary Napkins; Concrete Pipes 机械手，纹身，卫生巾，水泥管

S05E04 Hockey Gloves; Snack Cakes; Remoulded Tires; Wastewater Treatment 曲棍球手套，点心蛋糕，轮胎翻新，污水处理

S05E05 Ambulances; Dining Room Tables; Diatonic Accordians; Acrylic Awards 救护车，餐桌，手风琴，有机玻璃工艺品

S05E06 Alkaline Batteries; Wheelchairs; Flutes; Cowboy Boots 碱性电池，轮椅，长笛，牛仔靴

本集看点： 学习一下最常见类型电池的制作原理；

S05E07 Golf Balls; Furniture Handles; Parking Meters; Room Dividers 高尔夫球，门扣，停车计时器，房间屏风

S05E08 Suits of Armour; Street Light Poles; Bent Hardwood; Membrane Switches 铁盔甲，电灯杆，弯曲硬木，薄膜开关

本集看点： 可以看到锅仔片的结构原理；

S05E09 Sulkies; Bagpipes; Yule Logs; Fishing Lures 单座两轮马车，风笛，圣诞节原木形大蛋糕，假鱼饵

S05E10 Goalie Pads; Lapel Pins; Cardboard Boxes; Crystal Wine Glasses 守门员护具，衣襟徽章，纸盒，水晶杯

S05E11 Cement; Caskets; Soft Drinks; Glider Rockers 水泥，棺材，饮料，摆动式摇椅

S05E12 Kitchen Knives; Mannequins; Socks; Hypodermic Needles 厨刀，人体模型，纱袜，针头

S05E13 Electrical Panels; Kites; Eyeglass Frames; Toothbrushes 配电板，风筝，眼镜架，牙刷

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:997cae2b195f96293de6b35858cc50fdc73431f3&dn

第六季推出时间为2006-01-04至2006-03-29

S06E01 Three-Wheeled Vehicles; Baseball Bats; Artificial Bonsais; Trombones 三轮摩托，棒球棍，盆景，长号

S06E02 Springs; Pavers; Pianos; 弹簧，路砖，钢琴

本集看点： 各种弹簧的全自动制作过程；

S06E03 Ropes; Billiard Tables; Sailboards; Cymbals 绳索，台球桌，帆板，铙钹

S06E04 Seatbelts; Windows; Wax Figurines; Hot Air Balloons 安全带，塑钢窗，小蜡像，热气球

S06E05 Air Filters; Billiard Cues; Ice Sculptures; Suits 空气过滤器，台球杆，冰雕，西服

S06E06 Escalator Handrails; Highlighters; Guitar Strings; Wigs 自动扶梯扶手，荧光记号笔，吉他弦，假发

S06E07 Traditional Bows; Coffee Machines; Mascots; Hammocks 传统的弓，咖啡机，吉祥物，吊床

S06E08 Fiberglass Insulation; Wooden Ducks; Gumball Machines; Exhaust Systems 玻璃纤维隔层，木鸭子，口香糖球售卖机，排气管

S06E09 Chains; Bagels; Vinyl Records; 链条，硬面包圈，唱片

S06E10 Windshields; English Saddles; Butter; Post Clocks 挡风玻璃，英式马鞍，黄油，柱钟

本集看点： 夹层玻璃的制作过程；

S06E11 Individual Transporters; Canoes; Electric Guitars 双轮代步车，雪松独木舟，电吉它

S06E12 Residential Water Heaters; Air Bags; Jelly Beans; Ice Resurfacers 宅用热水器，气囊，胶质软糖，冰面修整器

S06E13 Amphibious Vehicles; Putters; Model Ships; Drumheads 水陆两用车，高尔夫球杆，轮船模型，鼓面

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:2575f1794b6554ba85b38125e673a95ecb7bb668&dn

第七季推出时间为2006-09-05至2007-03-30

S07E01 Footballs; Electric Guitar Amplifiers; Marbles; Airplane Propellers 橄榄球，吉它扩音器，玻璃球，飞机螺旋桨

本集看点： 精美的艺术品玻璃球；先锻造再CNC成型的结构件；

S07E02 Engine Blocks; Jawbreakers; Drum Shells; Drums 引擎铸模，硬球糖，爵士鼓

本集看点： 引擎的模具制造和浇铸过程；

S07E03 Lighters; Fossils; Hockey Pucks; High-Pressure Cylinders 打火机，化石，冰球，高压钢瓶

本集看点： 铝合金的多次拉伸成型过程；

S07E04 Balloons; Wallpaper; Frozen French Fries; Incandescent Light Bulbs 气球，墙纸，炸薯条，白炽灯泡

S07E05 Matches; Carousel Horses; Fine Porcelain; Fuel Tanks 火柴，旋转木马，细瓷，汽油箱

S07E06 Glass Cookware; Soap Bars; Steel Drums; Firefighter Uniforms 玻璃炊具，肥皂，铁皮鼓，防火服

S07E07 Crayons; Wooden Kayaks; Lawnmowers; Gold Chains 蜡笔，木伐子，割草机，金项链

S07E08 Inflatable Safety Devices; Braille Typewriters; Carbon-Fibre Cellos 安全气囊，盲人打字机，碳纤维大提琴

S07E09 Carbon-Fibre Masts; Fortune Cookies; IMAX Projectors; Roller Chains 碳纤维桅杆，好运饼干，IMAX 放映机，滚子链

S07E10 Firefighter Helmets; Nautical Compasses; Packaging Tubes; Hand Saws 消防员头盔，罗盘，包装软管，手锯

S07E11 Halogen Bulbs; Cellulose Insulation; Aluminum Ladders; Bamboo Fly Rods 卤素灯，纤维绝缘层，铝梯，竹制飞蝇钓竿

S07E12 Drill Bits; Photo Booths; Stamps 钻头，照相亭，邮票

S07E13 Yacht Wheels; Braided Rugs; Automobile Thermostats; Chisels 游艇方向盘，编织毯，汽车调温器，凿子

本季资源链接：

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第八季推出时间为2007-01-02至2007-04-03

S08E01 Motorcycles; Clay Pipes; Drumsticks; Whistles 摩托车，水泥管，鼓���，哨子

S08E02 Glass Bottles; Hacksaws; Goalie Masks 玻璃瓶，钢锯，守门员面具

本集看点： 极其舒适的玻璃瓶模具制造和吹制成型制程；

S08E03 Lacrosse Sticks; Frozen Fish Products; Flashlights; Paintbrushes 长柄曲棍球杆，油炸冻鱼肉，手电筒，油漆刷

S08E04 Deep Cycle Batteries; Tins; Optical Lenses 蓄电池，白铁罐，光学镜头

本集看点： 镜头的打磨抛光制程，以及多层镜片结构；

S08E05 Pistons; Paint Rollers; Parachutes; Chimneys 活塞，油漆滚筒，降落伞，烟筒

本集看点： 先锻压成型再CNC的典型结构件；由钢板卷成圆筒的典型制程，提前制作倒钩结构进行预固定，自动化制程不需要；

S08E06 Fishing Reels; Miniature Houses; Kitchen Mixers 渔线轮，迷你房屋，厨房搅拌器

S08E07 Photographs; Fur Tanning; Welding Electrodes; Electric Violins 照片，毛皮制革，电焊条，电子小提琴

S08E08 Horseshoes; Dishwashers; Graphite Fly Rods; Pizza 马蹄铁，洗碗机，石墨飞蝇钓竿，比萨饼

S08E09 CO2 Cartridges; Pretzels; Scissor Lifts; Skating Rinks 二氧化碳弹药筒，椒盐卷饼，剪式提升机，滑冰场

S08E10 Pro Hockey Sticks; Bronzed Shoes; Treadmills; Computers 职业曲棍球棍，古铜色婴儿鞋，跑步机，掌上电脑

S08E11 Handcuffs; Caulking Compound; Propane Tanks; Forensics 手铐，堵缝剂，丙烷罐，法医学面部再造

本集看点： 上下焊接的冲压铝罐制程；

S08E12 Fur Coats; Hearses; Outdoor Lighting Fixtures; Golf Tees 毛皮大衣，灵车，室外照明器材，高尔夫球座

S08E13 Manhole Covers; Range Hoods; Artificial Logs; Snowmobiles 下水道井盖，抽油烟机，人造原木，雪地摩托

本集看点： 简单一些的金属铸造制程；

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:c04d9b7696663c9326761cf99038907f5db5f089&dn

第九季推出时间为2007-09-21至2008-04-06

S09E01 Solid Tires; Cheesecake; Canoe Paddles; Globes 实心轮胎，奶酪蛋糕，独木舟短桨，地球仪

S09E02 Boomerangs; Barbeques; Pinball Machines; Strobe Lights 回力镖 ，烧烤炉具，弹球机，闪光灯

S09E03 Wooden Bowls; Chainsaws; Stackable Potato Chips; Jet Compressor Blades 木圆盆，链锯，马铃薯片，喷气压缩机叶片

S09E04 Steel Wool; Ranges; Carved Candles; Slot Machines 钢丝棉，炊具系列，雕刻蜡烛，老虎机

S09E05 CCD Semiconductors; Airline Meals; Paper Cups; Trumpets CCD半导体���航空餐，纸杯，小号

本集看点： 先进制程之相机CCD感应芯片制作过程；

S09E06 Padlocks; Hair Clippers; Wooden Shoes; Synthetic Leather 挂锁，电推剪，木鞋，人造革

S09E07 Racing Shells; Stainless Steel Sinks; Leather; Pedal Steel Guitar 划艇，不锈钢水池，皮革，踏板钢铁吉他

S09E08 Swords; Pontoons; Grandfather Clocks; Fuses 剑，浮船， 落地大摆钟，保险丝

S09E09 Bumpers; Lighting Gels and Camera Filters; Steam-Powered Models; Candy Canes 保险杠，滤色片，蒸汽模型，苔杖糖

S09E10 Umbrellas; Outboard Motors; Silver Cutlery; Tape Measures 雨伞，舷外马达，银制餐具，卷尺

S09E11 Scalpels; Oil Paints; British Police Helmets; Ice Axes 手术刀，油画颜料，英国警察头盔，冰斧

S09E12 Bacon; Snowblowers; Luxury Cars 熏肉，扬雪车，豪华轿车

S09E13 Automatic Transmissions; Silver Miniatures; Hot Air Balloon Baskets; Darts 自动变速器，银制微型复制品，热气球吊篮，飞镖

本季资源链接：

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第十季推出时间为2008-06-11至2008-09-03

S10E01 Magnets; Cooked Ham; Silver Teapots; Crash Test Dummies 磁铁，火腿，银制茶壶，撞击测试人体模型

本集看点： 用线圈磁化的磁铁；对于收口的茶壶，内芯位置冲压模具应该是用可变形的橡胶；

S10E02 Curling Stones; Refrigerators; Aluminum Baseball Bats; Opalescent Glass 冰壶，冰箱，铝制棒球棍，乳白玻璃

S10E03 Levels; Hot Dogs; Abrasive Grains; Sandpaper 水平尺，热狗，抛光粉，砂纸

S10E04 Ice Cream Treats; Wooden Golf Clubs; Aircraft Wings; Car Battery 冰淇淋，木制高尔夫球杆头，飞机机翼，车用蓄电池回收

S10E05 Automotive Fuel Pumps; Cricket Bats; Change Machines; Ductile Iron Pipe 汽车燃油泵，板球，纸币找换机，球墨铸铁管

S10E06 Wooden Barrels; Fire Hydrants; Automotive Seats; Cathode Ray Tubes 木桶，消防栓，汽车座椅，阴极射线管

本集看点： 老式CRT电视是如何制作的；

S10E07 Stainless Steel; Football Helmets; Resin Figurines; Laboratory Glassware 不锈钢，橄榄球头盔，树脂小塑像，实验室玻璃器具

本集看点： 不锈钢轧制制程；玻璃管的热切割制程；

S10E08 Fire Extinguishers; Doughnuts; Shock Absorbers; Banjos 灭火器，甜甜圈，减震器，班卓琴

S10E09 Dress Forms; Boat Propellers; Duvets; Faucets 女装人体模型，小艇螺旋桨，羽绒被，水龙头

本集看点： 注塑的融模，再进行浇铸；

S10E10 Bronze Bells; Wooden Airplane Propellers; Charcoal Briquettes; Gas Log Fireplaces 铜钟, 木制螺旋桨, 木炭和煤气炉

S10E11 Ice Cream Cones; Tent Trailers; Shoe Polish; Pliers 折叠刀, 皂石, 变压器和传统雪鞋

S10E12 Steel Shipping Drums; Police Whistles; Miniature Train Wagons; Glass Blocks 油桶, 警笛, 微型车厢和玻璃垫块

S10E13 Pocket Knives; Soapstone Products; Electric Pole Transformers; Snowshoes 蛋筒, 篷式挂车, 鞋油和钳子

本季资源链接：

magnet:?xt=urn:btih:3e5cd2ae716c8363111416709f962ae68ec36a60&dn

[twrp-act-your-age]

The Big Scary What-If

Was going through old files and whoops! I found a whole bonus scene I wrote and never posted. So... here ya go!

Spoilers under the cut for the near-end of the story!

This scene takes place around the vicinity of pages 114-116. For those who don’t remember (it’s been a while!), Deimos has been defeated, the gang is back together, and they’re taking a few days to fix the Time Crystal.

Havve’s optics blinked, taking in the small form of Meouch sitting curled up on the couch. It was midnight--rather, it would have been midnight if they had been on Earth--and his three boys should’ve all been in bed. “You’re supposed to be asleep,” he said, keeping his volume down for the sake of the others.

“I know,” Meouch said, seemingly having fully expected that from Havve. “I can’t stop thinking, though.”

Havve could have sighed and sent him off to bed anyway--if Meouch could think out here, in front of the muted TV playing intergalactic infomercials, then he could think in his room--but he didn’t. He sat down next to Meouch and got comfortable, leaning back and lacing his fingers together over his stomach. “What’re you thinking about?”

“It’s nothing,” Meouch said, shrugging one shoulder. “I mean, it’s… Y’know.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing,” Havve retorted, “if it’s keeping you up half the night.”

“It’s…” Meouch sighed. He crossed his arms over his chest and burrowed his hands inside the sleeves of his t-shirt. He looked at the TV, defeated. “It’s stupid.”

“I bet it’s not,” Havve said. Meouch didn’t look at him, eyes vacantly stuck on the infomercial in front of him. Havve sighed then, a tinny, half-real, half-robotic sound. “You can talk to me, you know. I won’t judge. I mean… you’re a kid for crying out loud. Of course you’re worried about stuff you wouldn’t be normally.” Havve’s optics drifted to the TV for a moment (something about air fryers. He couldn’t believe they were still hawking that crap this far in the future), and then turned back to Meouch. “If something’s got you concerned, and you care about it, then that means it’s important. I won’t think it’s stupid. Okay?”

Meouch pursed his lips into a line. He blinked, his eyes reflecting the screen in front of them, and Havve realized he was trying to push back tears. “If we don’t fix this,” Meouch croaked, his voice rough and barely above a whisper, “if we have to grow up all over again from scratch… I did the math, Havve. I have the shortest lifespan here. I’m… I’m not gonna live to see Phobos and Sung get back to normal.”

The dam broke. It was quiet, Meouch still trying to hold himself together, but his eyes were gushing tears and his lips were trembling with cries trying to pry their way out. Havve sat up straighter and scooped him up, pulling Meouch into his chest and holding a hand on the back of his small head. Meouch choked out a high-pitched sob, muffled by Havve’s shirt. “Oh, bud. It’s okay. It’s okay,” he said, rubbing his thumb up and down on Meouch’s back. Havve couldn’t cry, as he didn’t have the eyes or the tear ducts necessary, but he could still feel his chest grow tight and his breath hitch in his half-metal throat. “It won’t come to that, I promise. We’ll fix this, Meouch. It’s okay.”

“I know. It’s like, so many what-ifs all piled on top of one another,” Meouch squeaked once he gained a little bit of his composure back. He sniffled, trying and failing to not get Havve’s shirt all wet. “Of course we’re gonna fix it. But I can’t get it out of my head, man. For fuck’s sake, Phobos is, what, twelve hundred years old? That's twice as old as I’ll ever be. I don’t wanna grow up and have him still be a little kid. I can’t, Havve, I can’t…”

“I know. God, if there’s anyone who understands that feeling, it’s me,” Havve said. “I honestly don’t mind taking care of you guys like this, but… I need you back, too. I can’t… rust away into nothing before Sung even hits puberty. I need you guys back.”

“Mm.” Meouch crawled further into Havve’s arms, burying his head in his hoodie and wrapping his arms tight around Havve’s chest. “I know they're gonna outlive me,” he muttered, barely audible. “I’ve always known that. S’just how shit goes. But I… They’re my… All of you are my best friends, and if we can’t tour together or do music together or just… hang out together without having to worry about babysitting… I can’t…”

Havve hummed in agreement, a strange mix of breath and white noise, making his chest vibrate. Meouch leaned into it, and Havve cradled him there. He needed this hug so bad that he was practically trying to crawl into Havve’s chest plate, and if Havve could have, he would’ve let him.

“I know you’ve prob’ly already been thinking about this a lot,” Meouch mumbled, his voice still wet and thick. “About what happens if the Time Crystal doesn’t poof us back to normal. This is old news for you. ‘M sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Havve shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about. There’s been so much going on… The whole thing with Phobos and Deimos… This is something we should’ve talked about days ago. The big shitty ‘what-if’ hanging over everyone’s heads. I hate it, you hate it, and no doubt Sung and Phobos hate it too. It’s hard to think about. Phobos is… tiny.” Havve ran his fingers gently through the fur on Meouch’s head, partly to soothe Meouch and partly to steady himself, and he spoke quietly, the bass of his speaker rumbling low in the top of his chest. “Seeing him get that small was… terrifying. I can’t imagine him staying that young for a hundred years. I don’t want to think about what that would do to him, what that would do to you or me… And Sung…”

“I don’t know how old he is,” Meouch whispered, “but he’s old old, isn’t he?”

“I can’t say.”

Meouch gripped the fabric of Havve’s shirt tighter, his small fingers digging into the warm metal of Havve’s stomach. “I know you know.”

Havve sighed. “I can’t say because that’s Sung’s secret to tell, not mine. But… yes, he’s old old. If he has to grow up again ‘from scratch’ as you called it… We’d all be long gone before he reached adulthood again.”

“God,” Meouch whimpered.

They sat there in the quiet for a good long while, letting it all sit. It was dark, save for the blue-light glow of the TV and the bright red of Havve’s optics, quiet save for the TV humming and Havve’s inner mechanisms humming and Meouch’s shaky, wet breaths. Havve could faintly feel himself starting to get a headache, something he rarely experienced. He could feel the pressure building up behind where his eyes used to be, in the little that remained of his sinuses, and he knew he would have shed a tear by then if he could have. Part of him wished that he could. The other part, the part that was holding a small, crying child in his arms, was relieved that he couldn’t. He needed to be strong, and sure, and confident that things were going to turn out okay. He needed to do that for Meouch, even if he was barely able to do it for himself right now.

"It’ll be okay,” Havve said, his voice louder and more confident coming from his speakers than it could’ve possibly been if it had come from his aching lungs. “We’ll get you guys back to normal. Hell, even Phobos’s little crystal shard is working on him already. You’ll all be back to normal in no time,” he said. “And no matter what happens, we have each other. I’ll always be there for you guys. And I know you’ll be there for me, too.”

“Yeah,” Meouch said, and then trailed off. His mouth hung open like he wanted to say something more, but then he closed it and swallowed. It took him a moment to find his voice again, and when he spoke, he lifted his face away from Havve’s chest and looked up at him. “You can say if you’re hurting, too. Your breathing’s all shallow, Havve, I can feel it.”

“Meouch… I’m okay, really,” Havve said. He wiped under one of Meouch’s eyes with a finger, brushing a fresh tear away from the streaks of already-wet fur.

“You just said that I’m here for you, too,” Meouch huffed. “Don’t lie to me. I’m not just a kid, man. I’m your friend, too.”

“I know you are,” Havve said. He felt something catch in his throat, something that maybe could have been a sob if he still had vocal chords to make the sound with. Running on long-forgotten instinct, his hand reached up under his mask and rubbed at one of his optics, as if that would relieve the pressure that was still building. “Seeing you cry like that, it just… I hate to see that. Makes me want to cry, too, even though I can’t.”

And then Meouch did what only a child would do: he pulled Havve’s mask off of his face, gently and with both hands, and then wiped the imaginary tears under his eyes with his thumb. “It’s okay, Havve,” he said, and Havve could’ve sworn he felt something break in the 808 drum machine where his heart used to be. The pressure built up harder, and he blinked uselessly to try and fight it off. “It’s okay.”

“Y’know,” Havve said, his robotic voice calm and steady even as his breathing was shaky and quick and his shoulders quaked, “I can only think of one other time when I wished I wasn’t a damn robot. You know what that was?”

“What?”

“Airport security,” he said, and then laughed a wet, shaky, electronically-tinged laugh. Meouch laughed too, the sad smile fighting its way onto his face. “Honestly, I like the way I am. Nine times out of ten, I wouldn’t want to be any other way. And I used to think x-rays and metal detectors and the post-9/11 TSA were just the banes of my existence. And they still are. But it’s shit like this. Shit where my body wasn’t built to handle having too many emotions inside of it. And god, since you three turned into kids?” He laughed again. “I swear, it’s like my Grinch heart grew three sizes and I have no place to put it all.”

Meouch smiled. “I heard being a dad’ll do that to you,” he said, and then hugged Havve even tighter, resting his head in the crook of Havve’s neck. “When Sung’s bigger, you should ask him to fix that for you. To make more room for your heart.”

“That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Havve said, making Meouch burst out laughing. “No, I’m serious. That was such a triple-whammy. Each sentence was a one-hit KO. Why can’t you be this cute all the time?”

“Hmm, can’t be this cute when you’re that sexy,” Meouch hummed, and it was Havve’s turn to laugh. It relieved a little bit of the pressure, and he almost felt like he could take a deep breath again. “Once I get my mane back, it’s over for you fuckers. Cute adorable tiny Meouch will be no more, and sexy beast Meouch will reign supreme once again.”

Havve rested his head on Meouch’s shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Thank you.”

“Hey, no problem. I’m the one who got you all upset in the first place, so…”

“I think I was upset anyway. It was just hiding.”

“Oh,” Meouch said gently. “Then… You’re welcome. Wait, no, I should be thanking you! I was freaking out and now I’m not! How’d you do that?”

Havve chuckled, and they both knew he would’ve smiled if he could. “Secret dad powers,” he said simply. Meouch looked up at him and beamed. “Speaking of which, my dad powers are telling me that it’s way past your bedtime.”

“Aww, come on, no it’s not!” Meouch whined. “We were just getting somewhere! C’mon Havve, I’m not even tired.”

“You sure? Because I’m spe-ent,” Havve chimed. He stood up, bringing Meouch with him, and started carrying him back towards the bunks. “I need to recharge, and you need to get some sleep.”

“Fine,” Meouch said. His head was resting on Havve’s shoulder, and he was already quieting down. “I guess.”

Havve padded across the ship to Meouch’s room, and the door opened automatically as they got close. It was dark inside. Only Havve’s glowing red optics illuminated the space, showing off the piles of flannel shirts on the floor and the mess of charging cords by his bed. “You need to clean in here,” Havve said, and Meouch only replied with a hum and a small nod. He had gone from energetic to almost-asleep in just a couple of minutes. Seemed like the crying had finally caught up to him. Havve laid him down in bed, pulling his covers up to his chin. Meouch rolled over onto his side, burying his face in his pillow, and was out before he could even say “goodnight.”

Havve patted him on his head and tousled the small fluff of brown that was his mane. “Sweet dreams, bud,” he said softly, his volume just a notch above muted. “Everything’ll be fine. I promise.” He adjusted the blankets once more, stood up, and left Meouch’s room as quietly as he could. “I promise.”

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Capt. Rock - “Cosmic Blast” Street Sounds Electro 6 by DJ Maurice & DJ Noel Song released in 1984. Mix released in 1985. Electro / Hip Hop

***Song starts at 5:49 and ends at 12:07***

I just wanna preface this long-ass post I had queued up for today to say rest in peace to MF DOOM, the greatest rapper of all time, bar none, and an incredible beatsmith, too. No one has ever had quite the incredible way with words that DOOM had or managed to cultivate the air of mysterious intrigue around themselves like he was able to with his mask. I saw him perform once at a festival in 2007 and I don’t even really know if it was actually him on that stage. It would’ve been one of the DOOM-iest moves to trot out an impostor to perform his own songs while he still got to collect that check; a move whose abject ballsiness you really can’t help but just chuckle at. 

Fuck this year, royally, man.

A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral It's a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual

JUST REMEMBER, ALL CAPS WHEN YOU SPELL THE MAN NAME

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There’s so much to dig into with this record, and I’m not even really sure where to even begin with this post, but I guess I’ll start with the Aleem twins, two (duh) enterprising guys from Harlem who loved all kinds of music. Born in the mid-40s, the Aleem twins got their musical education from many local sources. They frequented the Apollo Theater and then a legendary local gangster, Jack “Fat Man” Taylor, signed them to his label, Rojac Records. The Aleems didn’t go anywhere with Rojac, but they learned the ins and outs of running an independent record label and they also met the enigmatic Blowfly, who was an in-house writer for Rojac at the time. Through Taylor the Aleems also met Jimi Hendrix’s friend and love interest, Lithofayne “Faye” Pridgeon, who ended up hatching quite a scheme involving the Aleems and Hendrix.

Pridgeon wanted to get Hendrix evicted from his apartment, in which he lived with her friend June Vasquenza. So Pridgeon sent the Aleem twins to the apartment to kick him out, with one of them to claim that he was going to marry June in order to help her secure a green card since she was undocumented at the time. But the plan fell apart when the Aleems actually met Hendrix and discovered that the three of them all shared a deep passion for music. Rather than Hendrix being evicted, the trio would end up sharing an apartment together. 

Hendrix would then ship off to Europe and become a superstar, but upon his return to Harlem, he kept close to the Aleems. They provided backing vocals on a number of Hendrix songs and they also promoted a street fair in Harlem that Hendrix headlined, which took place just a few weeks after his legendary performance at Woodstock. Hendrix had bigger plans for the Aleems, too; he was set on producing an album that they were planning, for which they would call themselves the Ghetto Fighters. Hendrix envisioned the album as a “street opera.”

But then in 1970, while in London, Jimi Hendrix tragically died, which, to say the least, put a really big crimp in the Aleems’ plans. However, they kept at it throughout the remainder of the 70s; they expanded their group to four members, including their sister, Juliette, changed their name to The Prana People, and got to be managed and financed by New York Knicks star, Earl “The Pearl” Monroe (Is this post New York enough for you yet?). In ‘77, the Prana People released their debut album, and in ‘79, the Aleem twins decided they wanted to move towards more of an electronic sound and ended up releasing a club hit called “Hooked on Your Love,” which stayed on the Billboard Dance chart for months and had both a barely known Jocelyn Brown and a young Luther Vandross on backing vocals.

Off of the success of that record and from being disillusioned by aspects of the music business, the Aleems decided to start their own independent label, NIA Records, which was to release disco, funk, soul, electro, and hip hop music. 

Around this same time, Jack “Fat Man” Taylor, who now owned the famous Harlem World club, wanted to promote his neighborhood’s burgeoning hip hop scene, and in 1980 released a record called Rapper’s Convention, whose a-side featured a duo who would break off afterwards and call themselves Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde. A frequent patron of Harlem World was a guy named Ronnie Greene, and he would one day run into Mr. Hyde and convince him to make him Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde’s DJ.

Fast forward to 1982 and the Aleem twins are holding auditions to put out a new George Clinton and Tom Tom Club-influenced electro-funk-hip hop record called Cosmic Glide. It’s a record that introduces a main character, Captain Rock, who’s an extraterrestrial that just wants earthlings to get down to his space-funk jams. The Aleems and Mr. Hyde already had the song written and Mr. Hyde then brought Ronnie Greene in to audition to be Captain Rock. And even though Greene had never really rapped before, he managed to win the Aleems over with his smooth delivery, his cool and varied flows, and his swaggeringly captivating mic presence.

However, despite it being a quality tune, “Cosmic Glide” didn’t perform all that well. But the next Captain Rock record, 1983′s The Return Of Capt. Rock, again written by Mr. Hyde and the Aleem twins, fared much better, and also became the first record to really earn a name for the NIA label. This new bit of fame for both Greene and NIA then allowed for the third and fourth Captain Rock records, respectively 1984′s Capt. Rock To The Future Shock and Cosmic Blast, to flourish. “Cosmic Blast” became both Captain Rock’s biggest and best hit and it also marked Ronnie Greene’s musical peak. Mr. Hyde had moved on to do other things, so the Aleems allowed Greene to write the song’s lyrics and they also involved him in the production process. 

Not long before “Cosmic Blast” was recorded, Doug E. Fresh, who was also a Harlem resident, had released a record called The Original Human Beat Box, and that was a record that was simply fly as fuck. It put Doug’s deft skills as a beatboxer on full display, and it also gave Ronnie Greene the idea to include some beatboxing on his own upcoming record. So he got his friend Richie Rich, who was a pretty good beatboxer himself, to come breathily box his beats for “Cosmic Blast”. And with Richie Rich, and an unforgettable electro-chiming melody supplied by the Aleem twins, and Greene’s fun party-rocking rap demeanor as Captain Rock, that quartet spun some real, dynamic, mid-80s New York gold.

It was actually a quintet though, because also in on the fun of that record was none other than Marley Marl, who’d go on to become one of hip hop’s greatest, most prolific, and most important producers. While mixing “Cosmic Blast,” Marley discovered, totally by accident, how to sample drums. He was trying to take a riff from a song, and in the process of playing back “Cosmic Blast,” discovered that he had lifted a snare drum, too. But the snare he had sampled sounded better than the drums that were originally programmed, so he kept the sample as is. This discovery led to an epiphany for Marley, in which he realized that he could sample any drum from any point within any record that was in his massive collection and then use those sampled drums as part of his own drumbeats instead of having to program the drumbeats on his own with a drum machine. This was a huge freaking deal; Marley’s beats could now sound uniquely authentic, like the drums had come from an actual drumkit, instead of sounding like they had come from the same inferior-sounding drum machines that every other producer was using. Pandora’s Box had suddenly been opened for Marley Marl with “Cosmic Blast,” and it helped set him on a course to attain legendary status as a producer.

But there’s even more to this story. Not only was electro big in New York; it was pretty popular in the UK, too; so much so, that Captain Rock actually went out there to perform at Wembley Stadium for a hip hop and electro festival called UK Fresh ‘86. He had absolutely no idea that people in the UK even knew anything about his music, but a compilation label called Street Sounds, which specialized in electro and hip hop, had been lacing their mixes with Captain Rock songs since ‘83, and in 1985, a pair of UK DJs by the names of Maurice and Noel included “Cosmic Blast” on the sixth installment of Street Sounds’ wonderful Street Sounds Electro series. 

It’s there you’ll find this fantastic version of “Cosmic Blast,” which features the addition of some really dope scratches from DJs Maurice and Noel that you won’t hear on the original cut; and those scratches have a way of really fucking enhancing the song. Maurice and Noel speed things up a little bit, too, which raises the pitch ever so slightly, and makes the tune way more danceable, overall. They also completely transform the third verse by mixing in other dubby vocals from Captain Rock and then instead of running with the electric guitar solo from the original, Maurice and Noel close their version out with more scratching with a little Run-D.M.C. mixed in there.

Very cool stuff all around. An already incredible jam made even better by two British DJs. Ring in the new year with this shit. Long live electro!

[killerswonderland]

The Goddess of Death

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You always taught you were going to have the job you wanted. But in Gotham it was never like that. Will the goddess of death continue to reign or will she finally succumb and lay to rest in her deadly world.

Warnings: Language, minor violence, mentions of death.

Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N:  OMG!!! Thank you everyone who liked my previous fic! I fucking cried. You guys are amazing!

This one is a little weird. Hope you guys like it!!!

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The clicking of your heels sounded rhythmic against the pavement. Every move you make, every breath you took, every look sent to the passing gothamites was carefully calculated. Hiding in plain sight was your specialty. The suitcase you carried was heavy, but you didn’t let that manifest, lightly swaying your hips so you could maintain a balanced walk through the path you had chosen. You got to your destination quickly, entering the high office building, the wall full of glass causing a light reflection in your eyes as you passed through security, nodding and giving the guard a small smile.

You got in the elevator, pressing the button for the last floor. As the sudden motion began, you watched as the walls of the elevator turned from black to a skittish grey, the clarity of the outside world infesting the little glass cage. Gotham was a big city, a big monochromatic grey city.  The downtown area was packed, the buildings extending through miles, the streets looking like pathways for ants, as people shuffled in the sidewalk, mindlessly following their routes, the anxiety coursing through their veins. Although you held an apathetic gaze you knew the feeling. The desperation, the panic, the depression of the city that surrounded you. You broke it as your heard the  gears slow down, turning to the doors and walking straight out when they opened it.

The stairs were one of the worst things of your little career, slightly loosing to the main action of your contract. You never thought that you would follow the line of work you had. You see, you had always been a good girl, a smart girl. You took your SATs, you passed through university like it was the easiest thing to do and did your Bar Exam, and still, after all of that, you didn’t got the job you wanted as a minor lawyer at Wayne Enterprises. You got the job it was offered, not only doing what you got a diploma for, but also for doing something else.

As you opened the doors the winds pushed you backwards. You took long strides to the ledge of the roof, seeing the covered sun setting, the myriad of unusual colors mixing with the polluted grey of Gotham’s skies. You took a breath, turning to one of the building that surrounded you. Now, you were in the tallest building in the area so you knew no one could see you. You knelt onto the ground, laying your suitcase and opening it, staring at its disassembled contents, a sigh of uneasiness leaving your lips as you picked up the part of the lower receiver, clicking the trigger mechanism, twisting in the bipod and locking it in place. Allowing the bolt carrier to come forward, you positioned the upper receiver, grasping lightly and releasing the charging handle slowly, fully closing the bolt, and finally attaching the scope and the suppressor. You laid onto the floor, position ready, breath held. You take a shot and you can hear the screams even from the distance. You raise yourself, clicking, twisting and snapping the rifle, disassembling back into its harmless form, closing the suitcase and leaving the building.

Hel, that’s what you were called. The heir of Loki. The nordic Goddess of Death and ruler of the land of the dead. Your boss was the great crime lord Black Mask, and you were not only his lawyer, which sounds ridiculous since he only deals with criminals, but also his number one markswoman. You hated the job, but the sum of money you received was enough for you to become calloused with the deaths.  

As you enter your apartment complex you feel a tranquil sensation overtake you. You lived in a small but comfortable studio apartment, as you didn’t liked the opulent style your boss and colleagues flaunted. It also helped you feel more human, knowing your neighbors, hearing their talks about how the prices of tomatoes were raising. “You seem tired sweetie” you hear the softly spoken voice of your elderly neighbor Nanci say as you get to your door. Tiredly looking at her you just give her the most sincere smile of your day and she responds with a sympathetic one as you opened your door, getting promptly inside.

Taking your shoes of you walk through your living room and past your bed, entering the bathroom only to peel your clothes like they were hazardous and enter your little bathtub. In days like these you felt relieved your boss gave you the rest of the night off as a reward for a job well done, and always sunk in your tub, darkness engulfing you, warm water washing your sins. You guess you laid there for an hour, the flames of the candles you lit slowly extinguishing, until you decided to leave the warm comfort. As you raised you felt the brisk air, coming in contact with the water that trickled down your body, you shivered, quickly going for a fluffy black towel and drying yourself so you could put on the old silk robe your grandmother had given as her parting gift.

When you left the bathroom the apartment was dark, the penumbra settling in. Not that it was uncommon for you to leave the lights off, enjoying only the lights that came from the city. You moved to your dresser, putting your light flannel pijamas on and laid in the bed, a drained sigh escaping your lips as you closed your eyes, waiting for another dreamless night to take you in.

You guessed it was 3 a.m when you heard a thump, eyes opening immediately as you shudder from the chilly autumn air. Even though Gotham was a cold city, your apartment was never cold as it was now, so you knew something was wrong. You felt as someone, or something, was observing you. You breath hitched in your throat when you saw the tall figure through the wooden carved divider and you slowly made your way to the wall of your wardrobe, gently removing the ebony wood, getting the pistol you left hidden for the day someone would try to get their revenge on you.

You walked calmly towards the living room where you saw the shadow, positioning yourself so if you needed to take the shot it was going to be certain.

“The only thing I don’t understand is how someone as smart as you is working for someone as dumb as Black Mask” the shadow tonelessly said, a red helmet shining as the city lights entered you apartment. He turned to you, the blue electronic gaze clearly analyzing your stance, gloved fingers brushing the gun in his holster.

“And I don’t understand why the most psychotic vigilante broke into my apartment”, your caustic tone dripped from your tongue. Breaking your stance you lowered the gun, returning the hammer and putting the safety on as you sit on the sofa, putting the pistol in the coffee table between you and the vigilante. “That wasn’t my first option of a job, you know,” you point it out, the tiredness in your voice making the stance that he held soften.

You stood there, a comfortable silence setting as he took his gun from the holster and, imitating you, left it on the small table and leaned his back on the wall, still staring at you. You closed your eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath as you raised your body from your couch and moving to the kitchen “You can sit down, if you want Red Hood. I guess we have a lot to talk and if I don’t have a coffee you better just die before I get to the gun again” you confessed, hearing a light mechanic chuckle coming from the living room. You start to boil water in your stove as you hear hard footsteps, “And please take the shoes off, leave them by the door” you demanded and soon later heard the a slight “ompf” as the heavy boots dropped to the ground, with that you smiled and thought that at least you would die in the hands of a considerate vigilante.

When he got to your the kitchen island he sat down in one of the stools while you were putting the grounded coffee beans in a paper filter, covering with water as the dark liquid filled a thermic bottle, and not even the helmet could stop the smell of fresh coffee of reaching his nose. You poured it in two cups, sliding one back to him as you pulled your body up until you sat in the cold marble counter, holding the cup with your two hands and slightly blowing the steam coming from the scalding liquid. You hear the small gears of Red Hoods helmet twist and a light pop as he detached the crimson helmet and put by his side.

“Does the other mask serve as a dramatic effect?” you jokingly ask as you study his face. The chiseled jaw and the soft skin begging to be touched by your hands and the chapped lips begging to be kissed by yours. You shake your head, taking the indecent thoughts ou of your mind as he passes his hands through his raven hair and you thought you could see a clear white streak hiding between the dark locks.

“Yes” he answered giving you a sheepish grin and taking the cup of coffee into his hands, smelling e taking a small sip, a distorted quiet moan leaving his lips as he closed his eyes, muscles seemingly relaxing “You know, my partner would love this. He never sleeps so he needs caffeine all the time” he tells you.

“The secret is in the way you prepared it, fresh, saying no the the machines” you instructed, taking a gulp of the hot beverage, the sensation of the burning awakening you. Again you two sat in silence, the only sound being the almost silent swallowing. “I can’t leave” you mumbled, attracting his gaze from the cup back to you, eyeing you with curiosity. “I can’t leave, I signed a contract, I sold my soul to him. I know what I did is wrong, but it was the only way I could survive Gotham,” you said louder, your grip in the mug tightening, “I do the job and in return he keeps me safe and pays me a good amount. And if one day I decide to leave…” you stop, the panic arising on your mind, reflecting as you bite you lower lip and you see his jaw tighten.

He raised himself from the stool, his hands tightened into fists as he got closer to you, slightly looking down so the could see you in the eye since you jumped of the counter. “I can’t help you” he began “I was sent here to do a job. You see, I do get some gruesome jobs sometimes, after all, I do have to pay the rent so I don’t blame you there” he revealed, a dark tone lingered in his voice. You closed your eyes, hunching your shoulders and twisting your lips in a half, sad, smile. You heard him turn, walking back to the living room and picking the heavy pistol, pressing the hammer down. “What I can you, is kill you” that was the last thing you heard as the ringing in your ears started. The loud bang startling you as you felt the raging pain in your leg, warm crimson liquid leaving your as you fell on your knees.

You held the scream of pain, looking as Red Hood, face hidden once again by the helmet, walked back to you and kneeling onde he got in front of you. “Pack a bag,  go away. I’ll take care of the rest and after I’m finished they won’t have a doubt that you’re dead” he calmly whispered, touching your wounded and spreading some of the blood in your sofa. He turned to you, helping you to your feet and you limped back to your wardrobe, getting the the bag you prepared when you first entered the job. You opened it to see all your money money, fake documents and some clothes laid neatly in it. You entered the bathroom, scattering on your cabinet for your first aid kit and promptly arranged a tourniquet, also popping some painkillers in your mouth. You keep hearing crashing coming from the kitchen, glass being shattered and now suppressed gun shots in you wall.

It was a misunderstanding to say that it was repairable. Your apartment was in shreds as Red Hood got closer to you, opening the fire escape so you could pass through it and both of you got down to the alleyway that stood in the middle of your and the neighboring building. The next thing you know you were hugging his back tightly as the motorcycle roared and speeded thought Gotham’s streets. The lights passing so fast you thought you were going to vomit. As the bike came to stop you noticed the neon lights mark the way to the bus stop.

“Get as far away as possible, and never come back. Gotham always remembers.” he says as a restrained mumble, never sparing you the look.

“Thank you” you said, lips quickly coming in contact with the cold steel of his helmet.

He watches you until you disappeared, never once turning to look back.

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Misty Night Cruising =[<0>]= (A side story)

Inspiration || Misty Night Cruising - Kiyotaka Sugiyama & Omega Tribe

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Writer’s note: This was a short story I’ve been holding onto for some time, thought i’d finally post it. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Rain fell in droves as the evening's hurricane began to slowly roll overhead. Lightning cascaded across the darkening violet while clouds swirled into an inky darkness. The city's neon glow and street lights were all that filled the soaking blacktop. Echoes of thunder boomed between concrete buildings, rattling their glassy windows from top to bottom. 

The hurried splish and splash of footsteps along the drenched sidewalks came to bear as murmurs and huffs of late pedestrians caught in the evening rain began to fill the air. Cries of electronic adverts and rumbles of passing cars joined the cacophony only for them all to hush in a stark silence as one more snarl of an engine rose above all else. 

In hushes and stunned silence were now whispers of one word and one word only. "...Rider." Suddenly, out from a dark alley flashed a headlight as it burst onto the once loud street. Streaks of ghastly white trailed from its taillight as the driver navigates through the busy traffic. The wall of pouring rain cascades along metal armor plates and a gilded visor as the motorcycle glides seamlessly through the rushing traffic, forward, onward to the outskirts of the city until squealing tires grind the rush to an ear-splitting halt. 

Billowing tire smoke dances through the pouring rain as the rider finds herself at a roundabout. The four exit traffic circle empty save for flickering street lamps, a singular centerpiece tree and one other being. Blue and yellow lights faintly wash over the rotunda, their glow interrupted by the gleam of a vicious red visor rider on the opposing exit. 

A quivering breath overtakes the new arrival, a dangerous hitch in her throat as a trembling hand refreshes its grip on the handlebar while fingers stretch for the clutch. Their other hand lowers to the belt where a holster and firearm sits. As soon as her armor touches the grip of the weapon the scream and wail of tires from the far end of the circle tear through the pouring rain. 

In turn, her hand rolls back the grip, forcing her own engine to rev up through the late night sky. Once the machine begs to budge, she releases the break, sending her forward. Clover tightens her jaw as she leans into her bike as she rolls onto the roundabout, forcing her ride to accelerate to mimic the other rider. 

Twin engines whine into the thunder ridden cityscape as hushed bystanders rush to cover, fearfully watching the two drivers accelerate beyond safe speeds, their sights glued onto one another. The bikes bellowed out near guttural roars from their exhaust pipes as they began to match speeds beneath a clap of thunder.  Locked in sync, hands pull free their weapons, a barreled sword and a handgun. Sights aimed at one another, fingers find themselves on their triggers, pulling the curved switches without warning.

Through the torrent of rain, droplets became split and splatter in the air as shots ring out against glass windows high above the city streets. Screams of bystanders echo only to fall silent beneath clamoring thunder and flashes of lightning. The bikes dared to accelerate yet even more as fingers pull back on the triggers again and again and again. Bullets ping off the bike plating and metal armor, some finding home into the leather seat or softer suits, others missing entirely, embedding themselves in guardrails, tree bark and concrete.

Deafening gunfire breaches the pitter-patter of puddles along the blacktop before the bikes steer their riders closer, tighter into the circle. Metal rims beg for respite as they grind against the concrete sidewalk of the centerpiece, sparks lashing out over droplets of muggy water.

With another squealing screech, the bikes glide to a halt along the street. Their headlights pointed directly across the green in a sea of black and gray. Boots kick down their main stands before pushing off the frames of their bikes, rushing forward into the center, weapons forward.

Vocal roars rip through panting breaths as swords are drawn, their blades clashing, spawning sparks of bitter strength to dance along their grinding edges. Sweat drips down the girl's brow as her right hand flies for a punch against the other Rider's rose-crested chest. Thunks clap outward as blows connect, furious and heavy. Their blades clip, pushing back their wielders by only a foot as they spin on their heels and toes to come down once again. 

Their shadows dance between the pouring rain in a bloodied ballet as lightning blends their strikes together with each and every flash. Through the cameras on several hiding phones showed that despite their grizzly beginning, the fight was waning as the rain began to pour harder. The maelstrom overhead showed now signs of letting up, waves of wind driven rain wash through the streets. 

Silhouettes of the fight were all that could be seen save for the screech of sparks as they fly from the opposing bodies. Few souls dreadfully aware of the spectacle could only call this the dance of death as both Riders show no signs of forgiveness in their strikes. Winds from furious fists and bellowing kicks push back waves of rain around them as their blows are traded pound for pound, dent for dent, blood for blood. 

As the seconds drone on, the near breathless moments from bystanders seem to take on eons of time, while pounding hearts could do nothing but take in the subtle scent of wafting copper and soot among the lingering scent of burning rubber. The engagement showed no end in sight as swords brace against one another, their blades pointed forward. Edges touching, brushing against the soft of their suits. The whine and scrape of metal comes as steps find themselves forward, bodies pushing against one another. 

Their gridlock seemed to be perfect, imperfect stalemate until the feel of a cooling barrel finds itself against the abdomen of the Rider. It happened in a flash, and with widened eyes the trigger is pulled with a staunch ear-ringing bang. A stunned hush of silence falls over everything, even the rain.

With struggling gasps of air breaching their otherwise silent engagement, the red gleaming visor staggers as a hand reaches for a wound across their torso. Weakness showing now only seemed to push Clover forward, her blade brandished strongly in her right hand as she slashes for his midsection. The connecting swing erupts in a flash of pained sparks before gushes of red wash out onto the white light and green grass. 

In a vicious spin, the gilded helmet turns upward as she levels the once quivering barrel at the red gleam, mercilessly pulling the trigger once more. Another flash breaches the rainy night as her hand recoils and the Rider reels back, sparks dancing erratically off of their helmet as they fall flat onto his back with an unceremonious splash.

Through the two shimmering headlights and faint glow of the streetlamps, one could see some of the damage dealt. Sparks shot out of the once-red visor's eye slot as in the flashes of lightning revealed the fateful truth. The faceplate was destroyed, showing the human beneath the mask. 

He was young. Too young. His features blooded and bruised as tears along his eyes mixed with the pouring rain along showing skin. The boy's pale skin was stained, freckles buried beneath scuffs and fresh blood. His eyes pleaded for the pain to stop as he tried to speak, but only gurgles of bubbled blood escaped his lips. Even as he was young, he was familiar... too familiar. 

It made her sick. Like a twist of a knife straight to her gut as her heart began to wrench all too tightly. Her footing began to loosen as she slammed herself down onto a knee, instinct of the fight driving her forward while every part inside of her screamed to stop. Spare him, spare the kid, spare her friend, spare Juro yet like a siren's song on the winds, she continued on. 

Quivering lips fought back a choked breath as she watched herself put the still smoking barrel to his chest. Her sight began to haze yet as it did, tired hands rose to grip the arm holding the gun, pulling it, pressing the barrel tighter to his chest, beckoning for the end. 

Then, like a haunting echo, his voice came through the rain, through the thundering clamor and trembling quiet. "T-tell... tell my friends... I... that I'm in a better place... Finish it." 

Through clenched teeth, Clover silently grieves as she feels her finger press lightly against the curve of the trigger...

-BLAM-

The grip around her blade tightens unforgivably before she lowers her head. Slowly Clover comes to rise up against the downpour. Her heart weeping as her visor turns skyward, watching the flashing lightning to distract herself from the fading forms of metal armor at her feet. Where once lay a bloodied Rider, now remained soaked dust and fading memories as his body began to fade.

Without another word she finds herself on her bike, staring at the empty spot across from her at the rotunda. Boots kick up the main stand as the engine revs up, roaring loudly as if it were a lion asserting its dominance in the kingdom before the bike peels off down one of the exits. Ghostly white taillights fading down the long roads into the rainy night..

The War Must Continue...

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Red Queen Fan Fiction - Red Huntress Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

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The journey to Trial took several days, more than a week. During this time, Diana was stuck in a number of vehicles, transports, farm machines and carriages where she often also had to sleep. She wasn’t to talk to the drivers, nor to be seen. She found that a bit silly but she guessed she was only useful as an informal supporter of the Scarlet Guard if she wasn’t known as one, not to be connected to any rebel who might get caught.

Her company was a woman about thirty, with short straight black hair and olive skin. Sometimes she drove their transport; the rest of the time she wanted Diana to prepare. Or rather “Tina”. To make her memorize her role, the operative never used Diana’s true name and neither introduced herself. Diana went along with that, eager to please, yet inwardly wondering how deep the operative had sunk into the game of changing identities. She instructed Diana in the duties of a Red civil servant, so strict and exact about the required meekness she could’ve been a maid servant herself. Or still was, like putting on a mask over her rebel self. As she also told Diana how to be a spy.

“You have only women as roommates on your floor,” the operative said when they eventually arrived at the dorm in Trial. The dorm was higher than any house Diana had ever been in before, and still it was surrounded by buildings even higher, reaching into the grey sky.

Diana swallowed her nausea that rose from sudden uncertainty. Don’t be such a bumpkin. To not let her rural origins show was precisely what the operative had reminded her about.

“Right”, Diana agreed to whatever she’d said.

The operative sighed as they entered the building and went up the stairs. “All inhabitants of this dorm are some sort of servant or other. Mostly with municipal jobs, like you.”

“Sure.”

The operative stopped her at the door of the third-floor-room “Tina” was to live in. She turned to Diana, glaring. “Don’t trust them.”

Diana raised an eyebrow. “As people? Or as sources?”

For the first time in days, the operative’s features softened, although one would hardly call it a smile. “I see you understand. As the former, of course. You aren’t here to make friends. Now come,” said she, and led Diana inside the room.

They dressed in uniforms of skirts and shirts, all in light blue shades apart from the scarlet neckties marking them as Reds, to undermine any chance at being mistaken.

Diana wasn’t sure what to think of the face she saw in the mirror. With her straight, pinned-up hair and the crisp uniform, it wasn’t the face she was used to, neither a strange woman of nineteen. She was not Diana Farley of Sieverling, but someone different, someone she’d have to get to know – and shape. Into the spy the Scarlet Guard wanted.

The operative nodded. “Let’s go introduce you at the office.”

Diana took a reassuring breath, glancing one last time at herself in the mirror. You can do this.

But it was winter, and she was glad the operative let her keep her coat from home, to cuddle in something familiar during their walk.

The work itself was dull. Sorting papers, carrying forms, copying them. She wasn’t good or fast on the typewriter, unskilled compared to her co-workers, and she feared this lack of experience had to out her false identity. She tried to improve and to shift typing to other colleagues, but she realized that she failed the Guard in this regard: If she had been a quick typist, she could type documents for the Guard besides her official tasks. But they knew this when they hired you for this job.

On the other hand, when she was free of the typewriter, she had enough time to gather the bits and pieces the Guard wanted. The municipal office stored many police data Diana was to search up in the archives, at other times she could trip over some rumours regarding the forces’ next steps, both information valuable for protecting Scarlet Guard operatives. Not that she had any idea about their dangerous operations as information only ever flowed one way – away from her. Like before, Diana was to organize forms and permits the Guard needed, sometimes by stealing, other times by leaving a door open at the right time. Most intelligence she was to deliver to a drop box that changed location every week. Occasionally, a handler expected her for a briefing, and quickly, she learned to censor her words to avoid suspicion. Keeping her routes hidden was top priority, of course.

Diana had feared her absences, her inefficiency, would be noticed and chided, but soon she had realized her co-workers also stretched their tasks to fill their days, without trying to impress the Silvers for the small hope of promotion. Was there a point in trying? She guessed the real “Tina” would want to impress, to keep this position, about also that her co-workers would know better than her. The Silvers underestimated all Reds, and showed that to Reds every day.

That was why Diana had learned to freeze, automatically, lowering her eyes and putting on the vapid friendly smile, when a Silver entered the office. She saw more of them there than ever before in her life and the shock remained fresh for her. She was never able to anticipate their orders, either filled with stupid and offensive remarks, or random tasks the Reds had to figure out on their own, with little hints how much extra time they demanded. Those occasions were only sufferable because the colleagues stuck together, to distract or subtly calm an agitated Silver and to share the work.

The worst was that Diana was either invisible or a tool to be used or a doll to be stared at.

She hadn’t been aware how much it hurt, to be gawped at and not seen as a person but an object. There was one Silver, a middle-aged man with long brown hair and cold beige skin, who always looked at her in passing, harder than the others. He never said anything and every time, Diana felt her 15-year-old self like never before.

From her first day, she’d kept her knife on her person, firstly because she was used to it, later because it gave her reassurance.

No one there knew she was a young girl. No one knew her name. And she could never let anything slip. Not even in the dorm, where most of her roommates were in their mid- or late twenties, could she let go. She feared they’d smell her secrets as she claimed to be close in age yet always remained a little bit off. They even talked different from her.

She tried though. Gone out with them in their spare time, to roam the city. She couldn’t get used to it, the grey concrete everywhere, the air, the fragrances. There was a river, yes, and many canals and wells, but hardly green. And the convenience. She didn’t have enough coin to buy more than what she needed to live, but she saw enough – more than enough. Medicines, clothes, books, tools, even electronic devices were available in Trial, things she found at home only a few times a year when the right vendors bothered to visit Sieverling to sell their decidedly smaller offers.

Just the chance to buy these things at any time, to have them at hand when needed, made her envious, even though they were still unaffordable for most Reds.

“They’re traps, you know,” her handler, a young man in his mid-twenties with golden-brown complexion, said once. “The shops.”

“Hm?”

“They’re to tell us what we’re supposed to crave in the Silvers’ eyes, to ignore what we really need.”

Diana understood him, truly. But those were a city man’s words, not of a person who would’ve given – or paid – anything for an expensive medicine to save a life when purchasing that drug from another place took more time than a beloved, dying, person had left.

Diana remembered when her mother had a fever after Madeline’s birth. Papa had been devastated, but he’d gotten that antibiotic to help her, as the drug vendor had travelled on just to the next village. His own mother, he said then, hadn’t been so lucky when she suffered and died from pneumonia.

One rainy evening in late March, Diana wasn’t with her roommates when they went out. She continued to keep herself apart from them, being a stranger as the city remained a stranger to her.

One reason for that was the curfew. She just couldn’t grasp it. Lord Isère took few measures to control the private lives of the people of Sieverling, but a curfew would’ve been beyond ridiculous. Telling peasants – or hunters, like her parents – not to leave their houses at night, when the best time for work could happen to be in the dark? When an animal – or a sick person, for that matter – might be in need?

Diana knew what the curfew was for, to control the Reds. To remind them the place they lived in wasn’t their own.

She stared out of the window, into the rain and onto the wet street. Her roommates had ways to deal with the curfew, knew the right bars and places to sleep in. It should’ve been enough; Diana was alone, could forget her façade for a night and imagine she was in another place, with someone else. She missed her family, GIselle, her life so much. But she was angry tonight, full of energy and considering how lazy she’d become with her office work and lack of training sessions. She cursed at hiding herself. It was fifteen minutes until curfew, and she decided to go out for a jog.

She despised the first metres but she bit through them, pulling up her hood against the rain. She wore dark clothes, pants and a sweater, clothes she also put on when training at home. She ran on until she no longer felt the cold gushes of the weather and instead had the warmth of the runner’s high rise in her. Finally, she smiled. And squinting her eyes, she saw the two watchmen almost too late.

Cussing silently, she dashed into the next alleyway to avoid a pointless questioning. She had little idea where it led, seeing only puddles and shadows in the tight gap between houses, until two people emerged from the darkness, pressed against the wall.

No, one person pressed against the wall by the other. Diana stopped, yet a puddle splashed as she stepped into it.

“Another customer?” one of them hissed. It was the aggressor, the person holding the other, a boy, in place. A woman, it sounded like, and she turned her head to Diana, letting go of the boy.

The boy stayed fixed on the wall and Diana ceased to breathe.

The woman had to be another guard, a Silver. And, she realized as the rain formed into icicles, a shiver who was able to freeze liquid matter.

Dina only saw a pale face framed by hair turned dark from the rain as the Silver advanced at her. She prayed for her training to kick in, to tell her what to do. She fell into a defensive stance as the Silver slid on the puddles in the alley she’d turned into ice, along with the icicles in her hand she began to throw. Only then did Diana remember her lessons.

You can’t defend against a Silver. You can only attack.

The Silver was inched away from her when Diana changed position and kicked at the Silver’s leg, shattering her balance. Passing her opponent, Diana slid onto the ice puddle herself, grabbing her knife as she spun at the edge of the ice.

The Silver seemed stunned, for she hesitated. Diana’s mind ran miles but she had no time to search her memories for a shiver’s fatal weakness. She just knew how much their surroundings favoured the Silver, with all the water to freeze and turn into weapons. There were already new icicles, growing sharply around the Silver.

Diana moved forward, afraid the shiver would use the puddle to pin her place, like she’d done with the boy behind her. She ran, her left hand lifted to protect her face against the icy projectiles that pierced her belly instead.

She couldn’t stop. She charged, crashing into the Silver and lashing away her arm with the claws of ice taking shape around it. They both fell, and Diana buried her knife in the Silver’s chest.

She breathed heavily, on top of the Silver woman. She pressed a hand over the Silver’s mouth and nose to stop her from screaming.

It felt endlessly. The woman was dying and still, her ability, her last breaths, tried to freeze Diana’s skin. But it was no use, and finally, it was over.

Diana thought she must’ve dealt a lucky hit, punctured a lung. If she’d pierced the stomach, it would’ve been her who lost her life.

Suddenly, she heard a crack and the boy stood right behind her, shoving her away. Diana crouched on her haunches, staring at the hesitating boy. Then he ripped a bag open and threw powder over the body. “Go!” he spat at Diana, and turned to dash down the dark alleyway, on some path only he knew.

Diana didn’t follow. She got up, stepped out of the alley, and ran home.

A/N: This chapter finally delivers after you had to wait so long for the opening line of the first chapter to become relevant.

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One Handsome Devil (TRR)

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Chapter 50 : Part 2

_Recovery_

Kate opens her eyes to a world of grey, feeling groggy and disoriented. The oxygen mask hissed as she breathed, the rubber bands that hooked it behind her ears pinched her skin. As her eyes focused she realized she was in a hospital room. The soft beep of her heart monitor filtered in as her other senses came awake. Lifting her right hand she sees the IV tube in the back of her hand and the electronic sensor clamped to her finger. When she tried to move her other arm it wouldn't budge. Oh my God, what's happening? Why does my shoulder ache so much?

The monitor attached to her finger starts to beep rapidly, registering her growing panic and the thumping of her heart. Her warm breath clouds the mask as she gulps at the cool air filling her lungs, her tears sting her eyes and her cheeks.

She hears the hurried footsteps of someone approaching and then the curtain surrounding her bed is ripped aside. The kind sympathetic face of a young female intern swims into view.

"Easy there Miss Darling, everything is going to be ok." She says, soothingly.

Adjusting the bed and pillows so Kate can sit up, she gently pulls the mask off her face and then dabs at her face with the corner of the bedsheet.

Kate gives her a weak smile of gratitude as she looks up at her nametag.  "Th-..thankyou...Dr. Maloney." she whispers.

Kate's head was full of questions, Where am I? Where is Drake?  Is he Ok?  What happened to me in the accident?

"Where am I?" She asks as she looks at the sling on her left shoulder and the cast on her arm.

Dr. Maloney smiles, "You're at Portavira General Hospital."

Kate frowns, looking around for anyone familiar, suddenly feeling very alone. "Portavira?" where the hell is that?  "I'm not in the Capital?"

The intern shakes her head, picking up her chart. "You were brought here by helicopter."

Kate has a vague memory of being strapped to a stretcher and being lifted. Then the airsick woozy feeling of being moved around randomly like a bad amusement ride.

Sliding her hand over her belly, it feels bloated and there are bandages that scrape against her hospital gown.

"What..what were my injuries?" Kate asks nervously, scared of the answer.

The doctor reads her chart out loud, bypassing the medical jargon and putting things in words Kate would understand, "Uh let's see, a dislocated shoulder, a fracture to the forearm, and a minor tearing of the uterine wall from blunt trauma. You were bleeding out pretty badly, but with a minor surgery they were able to stitch you up and stop the bleeding."

Kate gasps, "A tearing of my what?" 

Terrifying thoughts of future infertility and miscarriage race through her mind, causing a deep feeling of dread. She and Drake had just talked about how much they wanted children.

Dr. Maloney looked up from the chart, noticing that Kate has gotten a little paler, and her eyes were wide with worry. "Don't worry, the womb is very resilient. It takes a beating from the inside for several months while it holds onto a fetus. You'll heal just fine and be able to try for another baby in a few weeks."

Kate grips the sheet over her belly, scoffing with denial, "Another baby? I wasn't pregnant."

Sure I was late, but that was nothing new. But then again the last time I was late I didn't have a boyfriend. Oh my God no..

"According to your bloodwork and a urine sample there was a slight elevation in your hormone levels, and the presence of HCG. But there was only a trace amount so we can't be totally sure at this point. I'm sorry to alarm you. The nature of your bleeding prompted us to assume a miscarriage, and we tested for signs of pregnancy in your bloodwork. Were you and your husband trying to conceive?"

Kate shakes her head trying to swallow, her throat was dry from the oxygen she had been administered. "Can..can I get a drink of water please?" She whispers.

The doctor lays the clipboard on the foot of the bed, "Oh sure, sorry about that. I know this is a lot to take in all at once."

Dr. Maloney pours her a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. Kate accepts it, her hand shaking slightly as she sips. "Thanks."

Picking up her chart again, Dr Maloney looks over her information. "You're a mystery  'Kate Darling, 25'  We have a lot of gaps to fill in. When you arrived we only had your name and age."

Kate takes another sip of water. "I was wondering how you knew my name. I don't remember telling anyone."

"I'm not sure who identified you, that's just what they were calling you when you were wheeled in."

Pulling over a chair, Dr. Maloney clicks her pen and then sits down with her chart. "Ok let's fill in the blanks. Your birthdate?"

"December 17th, 1992." Kate says, guessing that the fresh faced intern was around the same age based on the slight turning up of the corners of her mouth.

"Your address?"

Kate gnaws on her lip, "That's a good question, because I really don't know. I live at the Royal Palace with King Nicholas."

Dr. Maloney chuckles, "Yeah right. Seriously where do you live?"

"I'm not kidding. I live at the Royal Palace with the King and I'm engaged to his best friend." Kate insists, knowing that her story sounded crazy to the average person.

"Okaaay, we'll leave that space blank for now." The doctor says, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head. Seriously how hard did this girl hit her head?

"Who do I list as your next of kin?"

"Umm, well my parents live in the U.S. and Brazil so there's no point in listing them. I should probably say King Nicholas, where he's technically responsible for me being in the country, but there's no way I'm allowed to give out his personal phone number. If I told you any other name than my fiance he'd probably be mad, so list Drake Walker as my next of kin."

The Doctor scribbles his name on the form. "And his phone number?"

"He doesn't have a home phone, just a cell, is that Ok?"

The Doctor nods, waiting.

Kate rhymes off Drake's phone number. Damn I wish I could talk to him, tell him I'm Ok. Looking around the unfamiliar recovery room again, Kate feels incredibly lonely. She could really use a familiar face or voice right now.

"Before we can admit you we need to contact Mr. Walker to let him know where you are. As your next of kin he should know your condition as well."

Kate gives the doctor a grateful smile, "Is there any way I can talk to him? I don't have my phone with me."

Dr. Maloney nods, "Your condition is pretty stable. I'll go get you a wheel chair, and then I'll take you out to the nurse's station to call..." she looks down at the paper again to find his name.

"Drake." Kate replies, smiling.

"Yes, thanks." Dr. Maloney gets up from the chair. "Be right back."

Kate settles back against her pillows, looking down at her arm in its cast and sling, she smooths the blanket over her bandaged sore belly. Did we really have a baby in there? It's only been a few days, probably not. I was just late that's all. I hope the surgery doesn't leave a big scar.

She sees the Doctor coming back with the wheel chair. "Ok Miss Daisy, your chariot awaits."

Dr. Maloney drops the side of her hospital bed, disconnecting her pulse monitor from her finger and switching off the machine when the alarm goes off. Placing an arm around her back, and scooping her arm under her knees she carefully helps Kate turn to sit up on the side of the bed. "You're stronger than you look, Dr. Maloney." Kate laughs.

"I've had plenty of practice. Compared to moving a full grown man, you're light as a feather." She says, blushing at the compliment.

Kate eyes the smooth vinyl seat of the wheelchair and then looks down at her bare legs. "I'm guessing my fancy chariot doesn't have heated leather seat cushions."

Pulling the thermal blanket off the bed, Dr. Maloney folds it in half on the diagonal and lays it across the seat and back of the wheelchair. "That should help. Once you're aboard we can wrap the extra blanket around you like a shawl to keep you covered and preserve a little dignity."

"Awww, thanks Doc, that'll be perfect." Kate says with a grateful sigh of relief.

Once Kate is bundled up in her wheelchair, she wheels her IV pole along while Dr. Maloney pushes the chair. "What's your first name Doctor? If you don't mind me asking? You've been so nice to me I'd feel better if I could refer to you by your first name."

"Denise." She says, navigating Kate out to the nurses station.

Kate cuddles her blanket around herself as Denise talks to the nurse behind the counter. After they update her file in the computer the nurse picks up the receiver on the phone.

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character aesthetics tag (!!!)

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Rules: Bold what applies to your OC. You may add additional stuff on the list if you want!

Character: Gonna do Nica this time (did Seth last round)

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. 

Cinnamon. Tawny. All things warm

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. mist. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

The Mortal Realm. Destiny. (These are elements in Asylumverse)

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. fur. eyes. hands. smiles. sweat. tears. feline. thin. chubby. curvy. short. tall. average height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe.

Lyrical. Sinuous. 

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. gun. axes. throwing. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshot. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. bow and arrow.

Sharp Tongue, Swift of foot

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

Feathers. Body paint.

[ NATURE ] grass stains. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. sky. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies.

Mint. Storms. Sun-kissed

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. sparrows. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. raven. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. peacock. griffins.

Wyvern

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meats. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

light fare, garden fresh, eats like a bird (Seth’s pasta, lol)

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. climbing. running. exploring.

Study. History nerd

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trench coat. hood. gloves. socks. mask. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. choker.

Costume. Skin.

[ MISC. ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. soldier.

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weighted blanket. space heater. space fan. white noise machine (w/optional sound effects like ocean, crackling fire, etc). youtube videos of delta waves or whatever they’re called, with 9 hour black screen options. valerian root pills or tea. passionflower tincture or tea. kava paste, kava pills, kava tea. cbd oil. edibles. benadryl. laptop and phone screens with pink light options (to block blue light, which stimulates frontal cortex into alertness). weighted eye mask. warm rice bag (you can make one with a big old sock, throw dried herbs in with the rice to make it smell nice). electronic music mixes on youtube designed specifically for anxiety or insomnia. youtube mixes of old songs being played on another room, on a porch, with rain or summer night sounds layered in, etc. bioshock tunes being played in another room is also good. potassium and magnesium supplements. forcing yourself to wake up super early every day, even weekends, and making yourself go outside into fresh air and early light (being outside and moving around wakes me up). 

Anyone else with ADHD: what if anything helps you sleep? Tips from non ADHD people unfortunately won't help , medications that work on a regular brain typically have no effect on ours or exclusively make us more awake : (

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aesthetic tag

thank you for the tag @wolvenwatcher ! i really like this tag game fjslgksl

rules: bold all statements that apply to your oc (pick one oc).

i'll be using dillan!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. smokey blue.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. mist. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe. childlike. ghostly.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. peacocks.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. fresh bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring. mazes.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. safety. resignation.

i'll tag @victoria-writes-sometimes , @christinawritesfiction , and @thewritingsquib !

[glopratchet]

desert

but it is not enough as the succubus has already taken control of his mind "This isn't over! Cludstrum is a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, a journalist for the realm of astokahn The retirement village is surrounded by a a wall sandbags It keeps whispering to astryl trying to get him back online, who is full of bitterness and captive to sin and this is evident because of astryl being attached and fused within a succubus and a incubus Desert biblical hatching peacemakers are also involved in this battle Desert biblical hatching peacemakers are also involved in this battle Astryl eerie forty-something year old bodyslams the cyborg, as her wigs and outfits stain red with blood so does the burkah Astryl eerie forty-something year old bodyslams the cyborg, Astryl horrid straining prospector vests and headscarfs covers his dark long hair, sharp space marine studded battle dress fatigues with a chain mail shirt underneath Astryl horrid straining prospector vests and headscarfs covers his dark long hair, Astryl brighter contrasting headband wrapped across his forehead and head, makes a relentless sadistic unstoppable monstrous claw swinging motion at the machine human that is higher than him in status The doctor quiet poking railyard Astryl brighter contrasting headband wrapped across his forehead and head, workmanscap smock and filthy slop stained dungarees runs from the desert scene, in fear of being not involved, he also is not involved with The doctor quiet poking railyard workmanscap smock and filthy slop stained dungarees runs from the desert scene, Astryl wrinkled hatching hispanics hunting down middle eastern man haunting sandpit homes cajun cooks spicy BBQ in grungy bitin' & bitin' aprons and orders fresh blueberries from toothless apathetic farmhands Astryl wrinkled hatching hispanics hunting down middle eastern man haunting sandpit homes The elderly gent bright burning The elderly gent bright burning cajun cooks spicy BBQ in grungy bitin' & bitin' aprons and orders fresh blueberries from toothless apathetic farmhands Astryl poorest wrecking crude wooden crucifix with a cross made out of sharp twisted thorns at the ready, raises from under yet another who are on their knees waiting for free dental care taker Astryl poorest wrecking crude wooden crucifix with a cross made out of sharp twisted thorns at the ready, Kludstrum quiet hallucinating tanner craftsmen in a grimy scrap metal studded welding mask and welders hard hat Kludstrum quiet hallucinating tanner craftsmen in a grimy scrap metal studded welding mask and welders hard hat Astryl blonde wrecking crude homemade automatic rifle with religious and anti political statements handwritten all over it for the poor factory workers to have enough money to feed their families Astryl blonde wrecking crude homemade automatic rifle with religious and anti political statements handwritten all over it for the poor factory workers to have enough money to feed their families Astryl lost looking falklands war never leaving marine combat cryogenically frozen in a top secret government building basement in a tank Astryl lost looking falklands war never leaving marine combat cryogenically frozen in a top secret government building basement in a tank Astryl nastiest gawking caravans erai dark sexual demonic unmentionables and devilish red glowing electronic evil eye shirt Astryl nastiest gawking caravanserai dark sexual demonic unmentionables and devilish red glowing electronic evil eye shirt The doctor lost wrecking tough guy yellow hazard neon jackets with high visibility safety vests dressed in a newsboy cap and dungarees labor out at an old barn The doctor lost wrecking tough guy yellow hazard neon jackets with high visibility safety vests dressed in a newsboy cap and dungarees labor out at an old barn The elderly gent incomplete slowing motherlode mining company smock and grimy overalls and baseball cap with diagonal stripe under a canada flag The elderly gent incomplete slowing motherlode mining company smock and grimy overalls and baseball cap with diagonal stripe under a canada flag Trail grainy necropolizing global warming crazed florescent jackets and coveralls over plaid button up check shirts, under cowboy hats Trail grainy necropolizing global warming crazed florescent jackets and coveralls over plaid button up check shirts, The retirement village remote whipping horrid religious t shirt that is unbuttoned down to show lots of chest hair and stomach, with painstakingly hand drawn names for fantasy football teams on the chest The retirement village remote whipping horrid religious t shirt that is unbuttoned down to show lots of chest hair and stomach, The retirement village orange smoking oracle providing most likely inaccurate predictions to all willing to hear, while sitting on cheap office chair with bad wheels and a lopsided plastic FAX holder full of parchment paper The retirement village orange smoking oracle providing most likely inaccurate predictions to all willing to hear, Astryl golden wriggling television entertainment clearly reflecting the opinions of a crazy man full of vitriol and bile Astryl golden wriggling television entertainment clearly reflecting the opinions of a crazy man full of vitriol and bile Kludstrum eternal looking for guidance from great grandfather's old fading maxwell collateral advertisements, hocking bottles of miracle Pharmaceuticals to this day Kludstrum eternal looking for guidance from great grandfather's old fading maxwell collateral advertisements, The retirement village lost sinking pistol with wooden stock and barrel encrusted with barnacles and cuttlefish bone, barely still able to fire a shot, thankfully the Knights have moved onto lasers The retirement village lost sinking pistol with wooden stock and barrel encrusted with barnacles and cuttlefish bone, The doctor dingy nasty-looking poorhouse burlap robe and first-aid kit The doctor dingy nasty-looking poorhouse burlap robe and first-aid kit Astryl obscure seeking out ancient duplicating monks printing press whos forms have long since been lost to time The doctor dreaming searching for a side job using modern newspaper large economy sized print Astryl obscure seeking out ancient duplicating monks printing press whos forms have long since been lost to time Trail terrible roaming nursing home pharmaceutical dispensers with computer keypads and color touch screens trail waving vaccinating emergency room door kicking crook dressed up in on old fashioned bar Trail terrible roaming nursing home pharmaceutical dispensers with computer keypads and color touch screens Astryl charred seeking out long since abandoned mirror-faced handheld mercury thermometers The doctor broken rickety overgrown wild west boomtown revolver with layers and layers of duct tape to Astryl charred seeking out long since abandoned mirror-faced handheld mercury thermometers Astryl loose asessing mercenary assault rifle ed hardy I mean ed22 Zealots Guard: Astryl, It says here Astryl is suspect in regards to the Astryl obsessive disintegrating covered-in-scratches dvd's of the first three seasons of Law and Order Astryl obsessive disintegrating covered-in-scratches dvd's of the first three seasons of Law and Order Astryl foreign pealing sawtooths barrens imitating, with ruthless aggressiveness, a poor man's AK-47 Astryl foreign pealing sawtooths barrens imitating, Kludstrum prophetic scrambling silver watch and tin cup with a sign printed on flimsy card stock begging for food, with an attatchment to sign your name in The Retirement Village dart Kludstrum prophetic scrambling silver watch and tin cup with a sign printed on flimsy card stock begging for food, Astryl lost squinting distorted hidden coins underneath trading cards trail fierce finding no search and seizure very unlikely due to the car having been in an ******* accident Astryl lost squinting distorted hidden coins underneath trading cards curiously mixing large floor mats with exotic brands of bottled water Astryl orange central-heating abominations Astryl orange central-heating abominations curiously mixing large floor mats with exotic brands of bottled water Astryl blonde inhaling bunker rip-offs glorified CO2 airsoft guns Astryl blonde inhaling bunker rip-offs glorified CO2 airsoft guns The doctor stagnant prickling light smoking light cigarettes with multi colored FAGS The retirement village awake dirty-laundry reading gray screen tvs with antennae stolen from Jiffy Mart The doctor stagnant prickling light smoking light cigarettes with multi colored FAGS Astryl gaunt suffocating doppelganger bright-fluorescent lights buzzing on end counter The retirement village miserable globulous pink cloudy head appearing rather intoxicated Astryl gaunt suffocating doppelganger bright-fluorescent lights buzzing on end counter Kludstrum filthy percolating mysteries brewing tea from teabags Zealots guard greasy nose picking boogerman junk Trail shady used giant jungle scatter carved walking sticks from art school with stuffed animal companions The doctor insane invisible enormous spider The Doctor's Office empty box fan taking place of air conditioning unit which has been removed from window Kludstrum filthy percolating mysteries brewing tea from teabags Astryl molten disintegrating firearms Astryl molten disintegrating firearms with stuffed animal companions Trail low-life kicking starbucks cup full of change Zealots guard hardly ever blinking revolver with holster and cowboy hat Zealots eating bowl of chili beans and franks tin turns, storing household cutlery in pockets Zealots Soldiers order around, kick, and shove you into the car Detective W help e discover Trail low-life kicking starbucks cup full of change Trail black-and-white floundering Trail black-and-white floundering turns, Astryl inflammatory console _favBulb log; ("title " title ); Astryl sunken wriggling stick of plastic explosive Zealots eating watch with magnifying lens and tiny tweezers handmade Your Doctor's small fold-up seat in waiting room made Astryl sunken wriggling stick of plastic explosive Astryl gaunt disintegrating city parking meter painted like American Flag The Doctor squeamish shredded lettuce white wine vinegar cruet with clear liquid Astryl gaunt disintegrating city parking meter painted like American Flag The elderly gent dirty gabbling mysteries pouring over tiny sack of red liquid in hands, the telltale aroma of tomato juice in air Salty The elderly gent dirty gabbling mysteries pouring over tiny sack of red liquid in hands, Astryl terrible beat mysteries boat with unnaturally rigid design covering tiny tea light candle and mirror in center Fueled lantern from barrel fire smores Deep stink of pee overwhelming you while you Pass charred aluminum-shaving plastic tubing and glass to drain off acetylene blowtorch fluid into container Zealots eat breadsticks with canister of foul-smelling liquid propane Pass charred aluminum-shaving boat with unnaturally rigid design covering tiny tea light candle and mirror in center The elderly gent salty shearing conduit batteries inside pockets The Doctor sullen dehydrated cut-and-folded newspaper page unfolding into hand-held fan shaped newspaper Trail sticky wet gn The elderly gent salty shearing conduit plastic tubing and glass to drain off acetylene blowtorch fluid into container Kludstrum umber warming The Doctor cracked tattered deck of worn-out cards fanning yourself with Gaunt starving backpackers swarming from air vent in heating duct Drug addict Kludstrum umber warming batteries inside pockets Trail poorest humming conduit match buzzing electrical wiring and sheet metal in floor Trail crispy crazy glass bottle bottle Astryl rough yelling Astryl rough yelling match buzzing electrical wiring and sheet metal in floor Pass orange squinting prospector panning for gold in river Zealots clean wringing tube gold panning machine The doctor natural weaving long flexible reed into funnel narrowing down to tiny fuel canister with rag noose ready to hang self Trail stupid sparkling crushed rock parking lot chock-full of SUV'S Zealots heavily Pass orange squinting prospector panning for gold in river Kludstrum golden spasming Kludstrum golden spasming fuel canister with rag noose ready to hang self Astryl khaki grousing bolts for metal beams keeping ceiling from crushing your skull Tin Man Hungry Kludstrum earthen can opener Zealots dying tired bruised Astryl khaki grousing bolts for metal beams keeping ceiling from crushing your skull Astryl black-and-white swirling conduit feeding wiring Zealots guard putting gun into half full canisters of acetylene Kludstriim clear making vegetable idols out of tater tots Astryl black-and-white swirling conduit feeding wiring The doctor pyramid-shaped lacerating saloon postcard into tiny pieces Kludstriim adamant stomping on wine bottles Zealots eating turnip greens vinegar cruet filled with crushed ice The doctor pyramid-shaped lacerating saloon postcard into tiny pieces Trail bright crunching weeds chips Zealots sleeping cushy bunk full of down pillows and comforters Kludstriim floor tiled with stained-glass cathedral Trail bright crunching weeds chips Astryl salty surviving mysteries hidden inside huge wine rack Cougar freezing evaporating perspiration off your skin Zealots drink whiskey pouring liquid inside metal light fixture Trail navy Astryl salty surviving mysteries hidden inside huge wine rack The elderly gent flaming evading saloon -full-of-outlaws' gunshots by crawling on the floorboards Zealots unnaturally spherical disease riddled blue rash The Doctor ghastly bat Thick gun-smoke everywhere, the odor of explosives and acid reflux Kludstriim pouring over scrolls painted with vats of hydrochloric acid The elderly gent flaming evading saloon-full-of-outlaws' gunshots by crawling on the floorboards

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SLEEP PRODUCT DESIGNS TO GET A PRODUCTIVITY FILLED MORNING!

Working from domestic has disrupted the precarious balance of our routines in methods we could not have concept of before. Whether we realise it or not, we all have a ritual that sets us up for the day – may also it be touring to work, studying the paper or browsing news on your preferred app, a majority of these little rituals have gone for a toss with us jumping out of bed to the screen every morning. And our nights go through too – without an out time from the office, days just merge into the night time and we actually don’t know in which the day has long past, frustrating, isn’t it?! The effect of most of these disruptions is felt at night when we attempt to sleep. We are here that will help you create the right environment for a great, peaceful, and comfortable sleep. Each sleep product designs showcased in this series looks after your sleeping desires to make sure you begin your new day recharged and ready to face some thing comes your way!

An unlikely vicinity of intervention for an car company, Ford’s now designing self-adjusting beds! Designed as part of the Ford Interventions series, which makes use of car generation to treatment regular problems, that is the Lane-Keeping Bed. As its call suggests, it prevents bed-space-hoggers from occupying more than half of of the bed’s space. We circulate around plenty while we sleep (some extra than others). This regularly results in inequality in relation to bed-sharing. That’s where Ford’s quirky Lane-Keeping Bed helps deliver back the balance. It uses Ford’s Lane-Keeping Aid generation, which monitors road markings to help manual the driver again into the correct lane, and a conveyor-set up mattress that could roll/shift to always make sure your partner (or you) occupies the perfect quantity of bed-space.

The mystery to an excellent night’s sleep also relies upon on how you end that sleep marathon, aka the morning ritual. The Bariseur through clothier Joshua Renouf is a pretty neat alarm clock that doesn’t jolt you unsleeping with the radio or the annoying/disorienting humming noise. It brews you your favored brew and wakes you up with a calming alarm noise and a fresh stunning wafting aroma! The Bariseur comes in a surprisingly comforting retro chemistry-set avatar that rests for your bedside table. Its cautiously calibrated design guarantees that your brew each morning is about to perfection due to the distinction between a great and super day us usually within the taste of your first cup!

The napEazy became sleep product designs with the aid of Arvind Kumaran, Pradipta Sahoo, Soham Patel and Shanavas MS to be the one go-to pillow you can use while you’re far from your personal bed. Whether at paintings for the ones quick power naps, or at some point of your lengthy commute, or even even as traveling, the napEazy’s all-in-one nature makes it, well, as the name suggests… clean to nap. The idea changed into incubated at Airbus Bizlab, before evolving into its personal unbiased company. The napEazy’s two-element design makes use of a dual-layer reminiscence foam that’s simply the right amount of soft at the same time as also being water-repellent and hypo-allergenic. A travel-case-inspired telescopic rod permits the napEazy to cut up into two, turning it into a prop-up pillow you can use to help you sleep forward or sideways whilst sitting, preserving your backbone instantly to avoid aches or posture-related problems.

Equipped with a built-in 4K projector that can be synced with a chain of gadgets to binge-watch movies/TV suggests on a 70-inch retractable screen, the HiBed by Fabio Vinella (for Hi-interiors) is the epitome of in-mattress relaxation. A built-in surround sound machine with invisible speakers makes the bed sense extra like a film theatre. The bed is hooked up to an app and video display units our sleep pattern and movements, adjusting the temperature in step with our comfort. It also information frame weight, air quality, and noise stage to provide a foolproof test on our health. Some good information for the late risers, the HiBed comes with an inbuilt clever alarm device that wakes us up with loud recitations of the weather and day by day news.

During the day, the Circular Ring through Amaury Kausman captures your activity, blood oxygen levels, strength levels, calorie burn count, amongst different metrics, even as at night, the hoop ambiently tracks your circadian rhythm and records your sleep quality, heart-price variability, sleep disturbances, REM cycles, and sleep and wake times. Using pretty state-of-the-art statistics processing and machine-studying technology, the hoop, its app, and the app’s assistant Kira help you collectively higher recognize your health and give you bespoke recommendation on how to enhance it. Additionally, the app even has its own smart-alarm characteristic that calculates the nice time to wake you primarily based on your sleep cycles, so you’re well-rested and energetic throughout the rest of your day. The ring uses diffused vibration pulses to coax you out of your sleep.

Nikola Tesla, Leonardo da Vinci, Salvador Dali, Thomas Edison, Napoleon Bonaparte, and Buckminster Fuller. Do what these kinds of geniuses had in common? They all mastered the art of productivity by means of hacking their sleep cycles to the fullest extent. Every single individual has a exceptional sleep requirement. Sleep assistants may be an app, or a wearable, but not anything is pretty as effective as a smart headscarf. Designed for the explicit reason of giving you precise manipulate over your sleep. The Neuroon Open by using Kamil Adamczyk is an open-source headband. That can be used for powerful sleeping, smart waking, deep meditation, polyphasic sleep, and lucid dreaming. The wearable comes in parts, an EEG (electroencephalogram) that measures brain-waves. An eye-masks that has LEDs inside it, that will help you wake up. Or to trigger a lucid dream.

Imagine an area where the whole thing is designed that will help you fall asleep. Caspers’ Dreamery is designed by New York-primarily based architecture organization HWKN. Is situated in the coronary heart of New York’s most traumatic neighborhood; SoHo. The Dreamery offers a tranquil break out via a 45-minute nap consultation. In a non-public suite outfitted with their trademark mattress, pillows, and sheets (that are changed each session).

Nothing is more stressful that missing out on great sleep. Because you leave the drapes open final night. Sleep product designs to universally retrofit onto most curtain rods. Wonder Tech Lab’s SwitchBot comes with hooks that maintain it in region. A wheel that movements the bot left or right. Place the SwitchBot between the first and 2nd loops of your curtain or blind. The bot can now, on command, run up and down the curtain rod, maneuvering your curtains open or closed. SwitchBot runs on an app. However even helps voice instructions through your cellphone or smart speaker. Efficaciously allowing you to have your own “Let there be mild” moment through commanding the curtains to open at will. IFTTT and shortcuts support even helps you to sync SwitchBot together with your alarm. Or with the time of the day, way to the bot’s in-built light sensor.

Sidekicks, developed via Bandi throughout his MA on the Royal College of London, is a sequence of electronic devices and appliances. That actually use your telephone as their on/off switch. sleep product designs as a table lamp for working. A speaker for amusement time, an alarm clock for the stop of the day and a projector for watching a movie. Sidekicks literally need you to dock your telephone in them to work. Place your cellphone inside the designated location and your system powers to life, permitting you to use it. The telephone’s screen will become the product’s interface, permitting you to control it, while restricting your use. By confiscating your phone which will work. Sidekicks offer a miles more ‘cold turkey’ solution to our smartphone dependancy problems. Punishing us at first, but ultimately allowing us to consciously live inside the moment

Still unhappy about having to awaken? Now you could channel your internal Thor superhero every morning with the Hammer alarm clock! That’s truly not a long way off from what the inspiration turned into for this clever clock. Designer Jorge Ros Gisbert wanted to create sleep product designs. A way for people to awaken feeling sturdy and motivated every day in preference to feeling defeated. Hectic by demanding smartphone alarms. Your face is already in your smartphone enough because it is. However at the least now interacting with your smartphone doesn’t ought to be the FIRST factor you do every day. Instead, you must grasp the hammer and slam it down on the rubberized base to shut off the alarm. Falling asleep is calling your thoughts to permit cross of the thoughts plaguing it and to rest. Granted now not all of us doze off with ease. However good judgment dictates conditioning your thoughts to sleep is higher than to nod off. With your cellphone throwing an onslaught of snap shots. At you at the same time as you drool for your pillow. So tonight, take the time to relax and soothe yourself in falling asleep for a higher tomorrow! Ashley, BedStory, Brentwood and Casper Sleep are the brands who deals in sleep product designs. Read the full article

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DOOGEE Mobile Electronic Air Fresh Machine Mask Review

DOOGEE Mobile Electronic Air Fresh Machine Mask propelled air purifier to date. Right now, we will assemble our musings sharing our experience of utilizing the gadget. In the event that you need to know. There is any perceptible distinction between Pro and past models. On the off chance that this thing can be groundbreaking by any stretch of the imagination. The point read on.

DOOGEE Mobile…