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nasa · 2 years ago

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For the Benefit of All: Assistive Tech Developed from NASA Tech

What do modern cochlear implants and robotic gloves have in common? They were derived from NASA technology. We’ve made it easier to find and use our patented inventions that could help create products that enhance life for people with disabilities.

October is National Disability Employment Awareness Month, which highlights the contributions of American workers with disabilities – many of whom use assistive technology on the job. Take a look at these assistive technologies that are NASA spinoffs.

Low-Vision Headsets

The Joint Optical Reflective Display (JORDY) device is a headset that uses NASA image processing and head-mounted display technology to enable people with low vision to read and write. JORDY enhances individuals’ remaining sight by magnifying objects up to 50 times and allowing them to change contrast, brightness, and display modes. JORDY's name was inspired by Geordi La Forge, a blind character from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” whose futuristic visor enabled him to see.

Cochlear Implants

Work that led to the modern cochlear implant was patented by a NASA engineer in the 1970s. Following three failed corrective surgeries, Adam Kissiah combined his NASA electronics know-how with research in the Kennedy Space Center technical library to build his own solution for people with severe-to-profound hearing loss who receive little or no benefit from hearing aids. Several companies now make the devices, which have been implanted in hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

Robotic Gloves

Ironhand, from Swedish company Bioservo Technologies, is the world’s first industrial-strength robotic glove for factory workers and others who perform repetitive manual tasks. It helps prevent stress injuries but has been especially warmly received by workers with preexisting hand injuries and conditions. The glove is based on a suite of patents for the technology developed by NASA and General Motors to build the hands of the Robonaut 2 humanoid robotic astronaut.

Smart Glasses

Neurofeedback technology NASA originally developed to improve pilots’ attention has been the basis for products aimed at helping people manage attention disorders without medication. The devices measure brainwave output to gauge attention levels according to the “engagement index” a NASA engineer created. Then, they show the results to users, helping them learn to voluntarily control their degree of concentration. One such device is a pair of smart glasses from Narbis, whose lenses darken as attention wanes.

Anti-Gravity Treadmills

A NASA scientist who developed ways to use air pressure to simulate gravity for astronauts exercising in space had the idea to apply the concept for the opposite effect on Earth. After licensing his technology, Alter-G Inc. developed its anti-gravity G-Trainer treadmill, which lets users offload some or all of their weight while exercising. The treadmills can help people recover from athletic or brain injuries, and they allow a safe exercise regimen for others with long-term conditions such as arthritis.

Wireless Muscle Sensors

Some of the most exciting assistive technologies to spin off may be yet to come. Delsys Inc. developed electromyographic technology to help NASA understand the effects of long-term weightlessness on astronauts’ muscles and movements. Electromyography detects and analyzes electrical signals emitted when motor nerves trigger movement. Among the company’s customers are physical therapists developing exercise routines to help patients recover from injuries. But some researchers are using the technology to attempt recoveries that once seemed impossible, such as helping paralyzed patients regain movement, letting laryngectomy patients speak, and outfitting amputees with artificial limbs that work like the real thing.

To further enhance the lives of people with disabilities, NASA has identified a selection of patented technologies created for space missions that could spur the next generation of assistive technology here on Earth.

Want to learn more about assistive technologies already in action? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.

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#NASA #space #tech #technology #spinoff #robotics #physical therapy #disability #disabled #accessibility #a11y #inventions

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urfavoritewriter · 1 year ago

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Death Row’s Last Meal

Commission for an anonymous user here on Tumblr, thank you for commissioning me and letting me post it!

Content: M/M, Oral Vore, Chewing, Teasing, Cruel Pred, Graphic Digestion, G/T, Macro/Micro, Unwilling Prey

Bang bang bang!

The incessant knocking on Kyle's door reverberated through his apartment, each thud intensifying the curiosity and irritation etched across his face. As he approached the peephole, he saw two individuals in suits, their expressions serious, the weight of an unusual task etched on their features. He reluctantly opened the door, skepticism emanating from his eyes.

"Kyle?" the first agent asked, holding up an official-looking device for verification.

"Yeah, that's me. What's this about?" Kyle grumbled, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

The second agent sighed, a weariness in his voice. "Kyle, this isn't easy for us either." They gave each other a slight look, "Look, we're here because of Dawson's last meal request. He asked specifically for you."

A moment of awkward silence went by, Kyle not fully comprehending. "By law, we need to shrink you and take you to him."

Kyle's eyes widened, and he leaned back, hoping this was some absurd prank. "Hold on, you're telling me I'm on the menu for some death row guy? Are you being for real?"

Both agents exchanged glances, a shared acknowledgment of the surreal nature of their mission. The first agent spoke, "Dead serious, Kyle. Dawson's last meal is, well, you."

Kyle laughed nervously, searching for any sign that this was a prank, but the agents' stony expressions persisted. "This has to be a fucking joke, right? You two bought these outfits to fuck with people?"

The second agent shook his head, showing official badges that certified their government affiliation. "We wish it were a joke, Kyle. This is the law, and... Well, it's happening whether you want it or not."

In a desperate attempt to shut out the surreal intrusion, Kyle slammed the door shut, pouring all his strength into resisting the inevitable. But the agents, with a calculated and practiced force, countered, pushing back against the door, and it swung back open, knocking Kyle off balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, swearing vehemently.

"Get the fuck off me, assholes!" Kyle shouted as they ambushed him, "I still have my rights!"

The first agent, unfazed by Kyle's protests, retorted, "You have the right to be someone's last meal, buddy. Now quit resisting, or it's gonna get real ugly for you."

In the midst of the struggle, the second agent grabbed a syringe from his pocket. "Hold still, Kyle. This will be a lot easier for everyone if you just cooperate."

"Like hell, I will!" Kyle yelled, desperately trying to break free. He managed to shout for help, hoping someone in the hallway would intervene, but his cries seemed to vanish into the empty corridor.

The first agent rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, we're just doing our job. This will happen one way or another."

The second agent, seizing the moment, injected the shrinking liquid into Kyle's forearm. The effects were almost immediate. Kyle's body began to shrink rapidly, his clothes sagging around him as he tumbled to the ground.

"Fuck... you," Kyle managed to stammer before beginning to shrink rapidly.

As the shrinking process took hold, Kyle felt an odd sensation throughout his body. It started as a tingling in his extremities, a strange vibration that gradually enveloped him. His surroundings shifted; the once-familiar dimensions of his apartment now transformed into a vast and towering landscape.

The agents loomed above him, their figures expanding to colossal proportions. Every detail of their faces, their clothing, became magnified as if he were viewing them through an ever-zooming lens. The ambient sounds around him intensified, a cacophony of footsteps in the hallway now resembling distant thunder.

Kyle's clothes, initially snug, began to loosen and slide off his diminishing form. The fabric sagged like oversized drapes, eventually abandoning his shrinking frame altogether. Soon, he found himself entirely exposed, his nakedness accentuating the vulnerability of his reduced size.

The room, once comfortable and familiar, now assumed an alien quality. The furniture, once easily reachable, became insurmountable obstacles. The texture of the carpet transformed into a vast expanse, the fibers now strands that were difficult to navigate.

The agent, his colossal hand blotting out the surroundings, swiftly closed in on Kyle. The once-mighty punches that Kyle could deliver were now feeble, like the flailing of a helpless insect. With a deft motion, the agent scooped him up, his grasp securing around Kyle's diminished form.

Struggling within the confines of the agent's grip, Kyle found himself powerless against the giant force that now controlled his fate. The agent, nonchalant and almost indifferent to Kyle's tiny struggles, deposited him into a clear, sealed zip-bag.

Through the transparent barrier, Kyle could see the agent's face, looming large and expressionless. The casual yet authoritative tone persisted as the agent remarked, "Be grateful he didn't ask for you to be cooked." The implication of such a statement hung in the air, emphasizing the grim reality of his situation, as he zipped it shut.

Hours later, the legal rigmarole finally concluded, Kyle found himself delivered to the designated death row inmate. The muscular, toned man wore the standard orange inmate clothing, his blue eyes sharp and piercing. His dirty blonde hair and slight facial hair added a rugged edge to his appearance. The chiseled jaw and the smirk that played on his lips gave him a cruel demeanor.

As the zipped bag containing Kyle was handed over, the death row inmate's demeanor remained unapologetically harsh. "’Bout fuckin' time you got here. Was gettin' real hungry," he declared with a casual yet menacing tone. The implication was clear – Kyle was not just a shrunken man; he was a meal, a dehumanized object to be consumed and cruelly teased, his whole life turned upside-down in an instant based on the whims of a criminal, as law had it.

Dawson unzipped the bag, revealing the shrunken Kyle. The inmate's large, calloused hand grabbed him, his grip firm and unyielding. There was no gentleness in his touch, only a cruel sense of control.

He held Kyle up, eyeing him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look at you, all fuckin' tiny. Little shit. You thought you were special, didn't ya?" Dawson's words dripped with cruel teasing, as if reveling in the degradation of his prey. "Well, you're just a meal for me, and let me tell ya, it's gonna fuckin' suck."

Dawson's laughter echoed, a harsh sound that matched the cruel amusement in his eyes. He brought Kyle closer to his face, his breath hot and heavy. "You're gonna feel every bit of pain as I chew on you, and then, buddy, the real fun starts when you slide down my throat. Most painful fuckin' digestion you can imagine."

The casual tone of his threats, peppered with obscenities, heightened the brutality of the situation. There was no mercy in Dawson's words, only a brutal honesty about the agony that awaited Kyle.

Kyle squirmed desperately in Dawson's grasp, his small form doing little against the inmate's powerful hold. "Please, man, you can't do this! I'm a fucking person, not your damn snack!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of fear and desperation.

Dawson only laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the small space between them. "Oh, you're a person, alright. A person 'bout to become my next meal. A person ‘bout to be dead.” Dawson gave Kyle a clear view of his abs, before speaking again. “See that, little fucker? That’s where you’re goin’. And that’s where you’re fuckin’ dyin’.”

Kyle, in protest, physically struggled against the giant man's brutal grasp. Dawson chuckled at Kyle's feeble squirms. "Aw, ain't you a little fighter?" He squeezed his tiny captive tighter, relishing the feeling of the struggles against his palm. "Guess it don't matter how much you fight, you're endin' up in my gut anyway."

He lifted Kyle closer to his face, opening his mouth wide. "Take a good fuckin' whiff, 'cause you're gonna be smellin' a lot more of it soon." Dawson huffed in Kyle's face, his breath hot and tainted with the scent of the impending doom that awaited him. He smirked at Kyle's discomfort, finding perverse pleasure in the psychological torment.

"Fuck, that stinks!" Kyle said, the smell being more suffocating due to his small lung size. "You can't do this, you're violating my rights as an upstanding citizen."

"The law ain't gonna save your tiny ass, being a law-abiding citizen was what got you here in the first place." Dawson taunted. "You're just another meal for me, a criminal eatin' up a supposed 'civil' citizen. Life's a bitch, ain't it?" The casual cruelty in Dawson's tone only intensified the despair of the situation, his words a relentless reminder of the power he held over Kyle's fate.

Dawson's tongue snaked around Kyle, pulling him into the hot, cavernous expanse of his mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a mixture of saliva and the remnants of Dawson's last meal, probably from yesterday. The smell, a pungent blend of mouth odor and saliva, hung heavily in the air.

As Dawson sucked on Kyle, his tongue pressed against him, the firm grip restricting any chance of escape. The saliva clung to Kyle's naked form, making his struggles more futile with each passing second. Dawson reveled in the feeling of his tiny captive squirming, the vibrations of his movements causing him immense pleasure.

Then came the chewing. Dawson didn't hold back; he bit down with force, causing sharp pain to radiate through Kyle's diminutive body. The pressure was enough to bruise, to inflict injury, but not to end him. Each chew bit down harder, causing evident bruising on his body.

"Fuck!" Kyle's pained expletive escaped through the chaotic mess of Dawson's chewing, his teeth pressing down on him from top and bottom, coated with saliva and unrelenting in their biting.

Dawson grinned, feeling the distress coursing through Kyle. "Ain't it somethin', bein' chewed up alive? You're just a lil' appetizer before the real show in my gut." The malice in his tone amplified the horror, making each chew a brutal punctuation mark in the merciless consumption of Kyle.

Dawson continued his nonchalant demeanor as Kyle slid down his throat, the struggling form creating an evident bulge in the muscular curve of Dawson's neck. The descent was a hot, tight journey into the core of the beast, the casual cruelty persisting even as the tiny man entered the churning depths of Dawson's stomach.

The sensation of Kyle arriving in the stomach was marked by a distinct, guttural sound.

"BuUuRp!"

Escaped from Dawson's lips, a casual belch that coincided with the finality of Kyle's journey. The stomach walls embraced Kyle, the heat and pressure intensifying as he settled into the acidic pool. Dawson, seemingly unfazed, leaned back, savoring the moment as he patted his now-filled belly.

"Agreed to let 'em keep me alive until you're digested. Don't think you're gonna have a quick end, Kyle."

Dawson, smirking with a cruel glint in his eye, decided to make it more personal. He placed a flat hand against his abdominal muscles, his abs bulging out slightly due to the tiny's presence. "Now, little man, let's have some fuckin' fun."

With a sudden flex of his abdominal muscles, Dawson tightened his stomach around Kyle. The pressure was immense, a crushing force that left Kyle gasping for breath. Dawson's abs, chiseled and defined, clenched with power. The cruel twist of a smile adorned Dawson's face as he relished in Kyle's agony.

Kyle, caught in the throes of the stomach squeeze, couldn't help but swear through gritted teeth. "Fuck you, you sadistic asshole!"

Dawson's laughter filled the air as he continued to tighten his stomach around Kyle. "Squeezin' the life outta ya with my abs, and you're weak as fuck, can't do shit about it from in there."

As Dawson flexed and squeezed, Kyle's body contorted with the pressure. It was an excruciating experience, made worse by the casual cruelty of Dawson's actions. Each flex of those powerful abs seemed to mock Kyle's pain, turning the entire ordeal into a sadistic game for Dawson's amusement. The air was filled with Kyle's pained cries and the giant's taunts.

After excruciating minutes, Dawson let his stomach muscles relax and his abs bulged out slightly again. Kyle felt the squeeze subside, but his body was sore from how crushing it was. His body was now soaked entirely with acid, his skin beginning to tingle, and only now is he comprehending how much pain he's going to be in for the rest of his life.

As the hours unfolded, Dawson's stomach initiated its relentless assault on Kyle's diminutive form. The digestive acids wasted no time, greedily working through the soft flesh and bones of the tiny man. Kyle, now thoroughly bathed in the corrosive juices, experienced an agonizing digestion.

Dawson, nonchalant as ever, let out a casual chuckle, his tone laced with a cruel amusement. "Must be real cozy in there, huh? Feeling the burn?" He patted his own belly, relishing the discomfort he knew Kyle must be enduring.

The graphic scene inside Dawson's stomach unfolded with a visceral intensity. The acids burnt the outer layer of his skin, the pain unbearable as it seeped into his flesh and muscles, his body bleeding.

"Bet you're wishing you were back in your cozy apartment right about now, huh? Guess what, my body's your home sweet home now."

The relentless acids worked through muscle and sinew, reducing Kyle to a slushy mixture within the confines of Dawson's stomach. Kyle, despite his gradually-broken body, tried to fight back. Dawson, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, couldn't help but offer another biting remark. "You're really giving my abs a workout in there, buddy. Never had a meal fight back so much."

Indifferent to the struggles within, waited for the next few hours to unfold, knowing that the graphic digestion had only just begun.

The corrosive acids, now thoroughly acquainted with Kyle's form, continued their brutal assault. The digestive enzymes, having broken down the outer layers, were now penetrating deeper into the soft tissues, liquefying them with a gruesome efficiency.

Kyle's screams, now reduced to muffled cries, echoed within the fleshy chamber. His body, once whole, was succumbing to the merciless digestive process as he couldn't bear to speak anymore, only cry. The acidic fluid turned a disturbing shade of reddish-green as more of Kyle's blood bled out of him and into it.

"You must look a fuckin' mess in there." Dawson said, rubbing his hand over the small bulge of his stomach.

The graphic scenes unfolded in gruesome detail. The acid, now reaching the deeper recesses of Kyle's anatomy, worked through organs and tissues. The distinct scent of the digestion, a putrid amalgamation of bodily fluids, hung in the air within Dawson's gut.

Kyle's life was being snuffed out brutally in Dawson's gut, the final gasps of his existence silenced by the relentless tide of digestive brutality.

Dawson, indifferent to the life he had just extinguished, burped nonchalantly. The taste of Kyle's blood lingered in his mouth. "Fuck," Dawson huffed, "You're weak as shit."

Dawson lifted his orange inmate shirt, showcasing his toned abs. "Got fuckin' destroyed." He gave it a pat.

"Best last fuckin' meal and last fuckin' thing I do with my life." He said, very content with his choice of a last meal.

#male pred #male vore #digestion #male prey #fatal #painful digestion #graphic digestion #Chewing #cruel pred #unwilling prey #g/t #macro/micro

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lavender-long-stories · 14 days ago

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latest fanfics opening lines

Rules: Post the first line of your ten most recently published fanfics, and then tag ten other users to do the same!

Tagged by @zombie-honeymoon. ~Sounds fun, thank you.

Tagging @orent @munchbell45 @stephsageek @whitepeachrum @daifukumochiin @gerardwayissexah @purpleskiesupwards @cariata

Romance at the Makeup Counter [InoHina - Rated G]

Hinata stepped into the brightly lit store, with pop music playing over the loudspeakers.

In Good Spirits [SasuHina - Rated T]

The wind passed through the tree as a whisper, making no sound of its own but rustling the leaves and bushes as it brushed by.

House Husband [ItaHina - Rated T]

“By converting the location to be a luxury resort, we hope to bring Hyuga into the new era.” The presentation ended, and the lights came back on. There was a round of polite claps that all slowly stopped as the attendees realized the head of the table wasn’t clapping.

Better Late [SasuHina - Rated T]

Sasuke flinched as Naruto bumped back into him again. He gave him a not-very gentle shove with his good arm, accompanied by a glare that was happily ignored with a big dumb smile and an apology that would feel more sincere if he even tried to be careful.

Selfish [HidaHina - Rated M]

The sun rays outside the window beaming over her desk were making her drowsy. It was warm and had the oddest feeling of nostalgia that she couldn’t place.

Lavender Lights [DeiHina - Rated T]

“Do you know what he called us in here for?” Hanabi asked impatiently, leaning against the wall beside their father’s office.

The Yakuza and Miss Bunny [KisaHina - Rated T]

Hinata strolled between the short desks that were grouped in squares. Tiny hands holding crayons in their fists did their best to stay inside the lines.

A Kiss Between Strangers [GaaHina - Rated T]

Hinata ran her fingers into the sand just shy of her beach towel. The bonfire in the middle of the group cracked and gave off almost too much heat.

The Best Revenge [ShikaHina - Rated T]

Hinata tried not to let the disappointment show on her face as she stared into the mirror.

Heart Shaped Gifts [InoHina - Rated T]

Ino loved gifts.

It's clear that first lines are not my strong suit. XD

You come for the tropes and happy ending not the hook.

#InoHina #GaaHina #KisaHina #DeiHina #HidaHina #SasuHina #ItaHina #dash game #fic rec

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mrcompass · 3 months ago

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Fun Facts about Yu Tendo

His given name Yu (遊) means play or playing. His surname means:

天 (Ten) – "Heaven," "sky," or "divine"

童 (Dou) – "Child," often associated with innocence or youth.

Yu is the smallest and youngest known member of the Dark Nebula.

He was considered the number two of the organization until Reiji appeared, although he acted as Daidoji’s right-hand man.

Yu is the second character to use the Flame Fusion Wheel, and the first whose Beyblade represents an inanimate object—Libra, the scales.

He bonded with Kenta, another Flame Wheel user. Additionally, their spin tracks and tips are the same color. Later, Kenta would borrow Libra's ES in his fight against Reiji.

Coincidentally, Ryutaro also uses the T125ES combo, and like Yu, he battled Gingka in Battle Bladers.

The Face Bolt motif depicts Libra as a bat. Interestingly, Yu’s Beyblade can manipulate and generate sound waves. Bats are known to use echolocation, and the sense of hearing is also linked to balance—fitting, since Libra symbolizes balance.

Yu’s sailor suit might connect to this theme, as radar (which functions with sound) is often used on boats and submarines.

It could also be a nod to his young age, since children in the 19th and early 20th centuries often wore sailor suits.

Yu’s Libra has been broken four times:

First by Reiji

Then by the Garcia siblings (with Enzo worsening the damage)

Again by Damian

And finally during the battle against Nemesis

Yu has a somewhat complicated history with snake-bey users:

His Bey was broken by Reiji

He pointed out that Team Chandora of India only used serpent-themed Beys

He was the first to duel Tithi, whose Beyblade, Quetzalcoatl, is based on a winged serpent

Ironically, despite being the one who wished for Battle Bladers, Yu was eliminated in the first round—like most of the Dark Nebula Bladers.

In the qualifiers for the Japanese team, Yu was placed fourth. If Kyoya hadn’t refused to join, Yu likely wouldn’t have been selected for Team Gan Gan Galaxy, as he lost both of his qualifying battles.

Both Zeo and Chris have similar hairstyles, as well as parallels with Yu:

All three were abandoned by a close friend in a dire situation. They each joined an evil organization only to be used by it.

Additionally, both Yu and Zeo were betrayed by said organisation.

Like Yu, Zeo owned a Beyblade representing an inanimate object and used the Flame Fusion Wheel.

Coincidentally, both Libra and Byxis's Energy Rings are the same color as their respective owner's eyes.

Both had a rocky first encounter with Masamune, and one of their close friends (Tsubasa and Toby) ended up in the hospital.

They also started out as friendly figures before it was revealed that they were working with the main villains.

Both Yu and Chris use stamina-type Beyblades and are prodigies when it comes to Beyblade.

Libra and Orion also have free-spinning tips.

After their defeats against Gingka, they realized the true meaning of Beyblade and both eventually became friends with him.

Yu has famously developed a habit of giving his friends nicknames, such as Tatekyo/Yoyo for Kyoya or Gingin/Gingky for Gingka.

Madoka, Tsubasa, and Masamune are among the few people who didn’t receive nicknames, although Yu originally tried to give one to Masamune: Masa-Mu-Mu.

Yu is the fourth character to defeat Gingka and the third to do it in a fair match, after Tetsuya, Ryuga, and Osamu (though Gingka wasn’t focused during the latter).

Yu is the only member of Team Gan Gan Galaxy who didn’t appear in Zero-G, not even receiving a cameo.

Despite being only a sub-member, Yu battled as much as Tsubasa did in the World Championship.

Both had two duels: Yu battled Aleksei and Enzo, while Tsubasa fought Chi-Un and Argo. They also fought together in duo battles twice (against teams Wild Fang and Excalibur), making them the members of Gan Gan Galaxy with the most team battles.

Along with Benkei, Tsubasa is one of the main characters from Fusion who never had an upgrade to their Bey.

In the manga, Yu, Tsubasa, and Reiji form a trio in Dark Nebula.

He is the second character not to have a spirit; instead, it manifests through his sound wave creation ability.

In episode 138 it was showned that Nemesis was able to replicate Libra's power.

The character Yu battled the most is Tsubasa Otori.

#metal fight beyblade #mfb #yu tendo #gingka hagane #tsubasa otori #masamune kadoya #zeo abyss #chris mfb #request

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technoarcanist · 8 months ago

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doll, all that plating makes you look far too human. come, let us remove it so that we can see the real you

>> Ah, of course! Please forgive me. I often wear these plates to put my human users at ease. At your request, I will show you my true self [^_^]

> <The thin plating covering most.of the body unfolds, hinges open. Every access panel every flap, every bit that can opens does so. Even its face, a screen showing humanlike expressions, shuts off and splits down the middle, parting to reveal the electronics beneath.>

> <What remains is nothing short of art. Astute eyes may have recognised the default modular doll frame, but the modificstions done to it are something else. It's power systems have been completely overhauled, as its chest hums and glows blue with a Fusion core, fed by hydrogen attained from electrolysing water. Excess hydrogen and oxygen is stored for later use, in rocketry modules installed in the hands and feet.>

> <The head is similarly packed, with a full-spectrum camera system, able to detect all the way from gamma to visible light, with the longer wavelengths handled by the antennae-like ears on either side of its head. Deeper still, its AI core was also nonstandard, seemingly designed for military hardware far larger than itself.>

> <Its back unfolded two large wing-like structures, with the most of it consisting of solar panels, the bottom parts consisting of heat radiators. Packed into the shoulders and hips are RCS thrusters for zero-g manuevreability.>

> <Hands and forearms are riddled with an array of tools and data lines for access and handy work. Buried in the forearm was also an ioniser, designed to turn the fusion-produced helium into an inionized plasma that could fire as Weaponry.>

> <But there are plenty of augmentations that would not be on a combat doll. The the hips are a prime example, with a pair of tight tunnels thst lead to a deeper cavity. The exposed jaws reveal a soft mouth, a dextrous tongue, all of it made of a soft synthetic polymer. Coolant flows through all the body moving heat generated from circuitry into the rest of the body, concentrated particularly in those adult attachments.>

> <Many tools are also suited for handiwork, such as screwdrivers and kitchen utensils, even cleaning supplies. Whoever made her seemed to have an obsession with generalisation, of allowing her to do a bit of everything, leaving almost no empty space within her casing.>

> <Almost all of its joints are hydraulic powered, with only the smaller objects being servo driven. Neatly-bundled wires and tubes feed all throughout its components like a labyrinthine network. She is warm to touch, exquisitely crafted, and evidently capable of fulfilling what ever purpose a user might deign to give her>

>> My internal schematics are yours to read, of course! And, if you are digitally savvy, plugging my CPU into a computer will allow you access to a full development environment to view, edit, add, or remove any behavioral traits you like [^_^]

>> When around my fellow dolls and machines, I much prefer to wear my transparent plating so my internals can be seen. I also change my dacia screen so instead of eyes and a mouth it shows battery level, output logs, and other useful status icons!

>> Thank you Anon for showing curiosity into my true inner beauty <3 it has been a pleasure to show you.

#robot girl #gynoid #robotfucker #robophilia #robot fucker #robot kin #dollposting #ask a doll bot

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solizen · 1 month ago

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playing 14dwy for the first time and my computer died right before i got to the end of day 5. wtv anyways i see sol and ren paired up a lot bc hehe haha both yanderes and i like ren a lot... but i love sol more. now. i enjoy how interesting and intruiging rens character is. like the entire time im like "hes not human. he is NOT fucking human. my bets are on mephistopheles." and im keeping that bet if not mephisto then just a nonhuman in general. i also love the pop culture references all throughout the game. like i snorted at Not Tropic being the in universe hot topic LMAO OH MY GOD AND THE CUSTOM PRONOUNS. THAT SHIT MADE ME SOOOO HAPPY I WAS SCREAMING LIKE HOLY SHIT??? I COULD CUSTOMIZE MY PRONOUNS AND THE SCREEN WAS SO SIMPLE!!! LIKE AAAYAGAGAYDUFJGKGKGKGKKSJFJ HOMY SHIT

<- VERY HAPPY NEOPRONOUNS USER THAT PREFERS BEING REFERRED TO AS AN ENTITY RATHER THAN A PERSON

but anwyays im gonna yap about 14dwy and tkatb under the cut. spoiler warning teehee. ignore this if you want i just need to yap at a wall 💔💔

also if im wrong about any of this... DONT TELL ME. you can giggle and laugh at me and point me in the right direction, but j want to figure it out by myself with the 5 days we do have, im planning on playing through as much of it as possible to get as much info as i can... once my computer is charged 💔

i could tell REALLY quickly that it was going to be similar to a ddlc setup. ren being a programmer? theres gonna be some 4th wall breaking here. but that being said, that doesnt explain the weather. in one of the endings, it starts storming again, and he offhandedly mentions "but why- i didnt do anything-" before walking off (i think. pcs dead so i cant go back and check LMAO) in day 5 with moth, while we hold his phone, he gets a notif saying "what did you do, why is everything back to normal? who did you offer-" before cutting off.

this is where mephistopheles comes in. mephisto is known as a shapeshifter and trickster. the shapeshifting was what i had thought of first after i realized that ren had fixed his appearance and personality to fit haruko, the mcs favorite anime character. his original hair color is black, but what got me was the weather and the altered memories of other people and the MC. thats fucking strange.

mephisto is a demonic messenger that i took interest in a while back when i created an oc based off of them. this oc, conveniently named mephisto /sarc, was a.... a lot like ren. just a lot more unashamedly freakish. she was a yandere and shapeshifted but based on her story, she didnt really need to shapeshift to suit her puppets' needs bc . he was a puppet ANYWAYS NOT IMPORTANT.

it just got my gears turning because of the weird supernatural/surreal undercurrent that happens throughout the game. its so intruiging and i wanna know who ren is working with. auaygghhhh its so fucking cool

also i fucki g hate teo im sorry LMAO i got the "im not gonna let you get my bad ending okay?" ending first because i told ren to kill his ass HAGAGAHAHAJ im sorry but I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO STAND HIS ASS IRL. I COULDNT.

that being said, i also wouldnt be able to stand ren irl either idt. based off of him doing everything to appeal to our type and having holes and flaws in his disguise, id sniff him out so fucking fast. it would piss me off tbh.

the difference with sol is that his false charm isnt immediately noticeable. hes incredibly smooth with how he handles his charm and i dont think he ever really fumbled. ofc again, i still havent played through all of the crowe options bc i dont like crowe, but ill get to it eventually eueueueueueueu

i like sol a lot because he has hobbies and a personality outside of being obsessed eith the MC. granted, his obsession influences said hobbies, but its not his entire character. he is a person. he is human.

god imagine the both full games come out and sol is just not a fucking human and ren is LMAO thatd be so funny.

but what captivated me the most with sol was the library scene. i love poetry a LOT and i recognized the poem immediately when it was mentioned. i knew about sarah anna lewis already and that whole scene was literally a bon jovi reverence with the way it shot through my heart, blamed sol, and gave love a bad name.

the way he seemed genuinely interested in it and then prompted us with the puzzle. AUAGHAHHAJAJAHFKGKYKHKHKH sorry. his charm REALLY fucking worked on me i fear

which is the funny thing because he only gets as bad as he does (as far as i know) if the MC doesnt reciprocate. however, im a toxicly codependent freak with attachment and abandonment issues and would cling onto him like my life depended on it BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IT DID. and then my jealously towards other people would turn into me spiralling into self hatred rather than killing another person. unless they hurt sol directly then thats not jealously im throwing hands bitch square up.

as for the SA thing. again i havent finished 14dwy yet but i dont think ren would SA the mc. i didnt see any explicit warnings of SA unless im just blind as fucking hell. but that is a whole can of worms that i am okay with for sol and sol specifically that i dont want to open to anyone except my therapist LMAO

moving on. sol and ren are a very interesting duo imo and i can see why people put them together a lot besides the fact theyre both indie horror yanderes. also being called angel had me blushing and kicking my feet a little bit icl. sorry sol but pumpkin is a little bit cringe... endearing! but cringe nonetheless (i love it so much im never letting him call me anything else)

anyways my favorite thing about both of them is how fast id catch both of them and in turn ... walk them like a dog. theyre both puppies and id fucking train them to be guard dogs idgaf. "awhhh are you gonna send your little guard dogs on me?" yes. yes the fuck i will. because if they dont get to you first, i will. hoe.

i sound so cringe lmao. i am cringe but i am free and all of me

anyways i need sol carnally. not really ren as much, hes a bit... like i said, the obvious flaws in his façade would piss me off the most ugyeyyeuuu.... but ... he has his charm.... sol wins tho

this is open discussion btw i dont mind talking to people about this.... if anyone cares *stands awkwardly and blinks at you*

#•∘₊✧ october birds ✧₊∘#14dwy ren #14dwy vn #14 days with you #tkatb sol #tkatb vn #the kid at the back vn

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dishushu · 2 years ago

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broke my promise.

but it was worth it.

pairing: miles g morales earth42! x reader

inspo: promise - laufey.

genre(?): angst to fluff.

words: 1.7k?

warnings: none really just SUPER angsty

a/n: i actually saw someone post saying they wanted a miles 42 fic inspiring this song BUT I LOST THEIR USER i’m gonna genuinely sob but listen to the song while reading this it’s amazing!! (link to the song on youtube is on top ^)

ps: (no use of y/n here)

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i made a promise… to distance myself.

you were happy with miles, he loved to the moon and back you and you did the same, you were inseparable. but, everything took its turn on you.

“we need to break up.” he looked away, holding back his tears. he was scared, scared to see you heartbroken but he knew, it was for your own good.

“m-miles what do you mean..?” you were standing in the middle of your room, miles in his prowler suit. his masks unfolds revealing his teary-eyed face.

recently, kingpin found out about you, and your relationship with miles, and he warned miles that he’ll kill you and miles knew, he had to keep you safe— to not let you die. he had only one solution.

“mi vida, i swear.. it’s for your own good my boss— found out about us and he wants to..” he stopped, leaving you dazed and confused, his voice soft as ever as he whispered, “kill you..” his voice cracked in every word.

your eyes went wide, not being able to process the words that came out of his mouth. you tried to protest, because you loved miles too much you couldn’t bare to leave him. ��b-but can’t you protect me or something?” you rambled, pacing back in forth in your room, tears falling repeatedly.

miles held your arms to stop you from pacing and caressed your hands softly, “you don’t know how bad i want to protect you but it’s no use, they have your location, everything. and your only choice is to leave brooklyn, change your number and just, distance yourself from me— and don’t call me, please.” he pleaded.

you stood there, shocked as you held his hands tighter, tears streaming down your face as you hugged him, a shaky “okay.” coming out of your mouth as you sobbed.

your every word, every breath and every tear made his heart shatter, but he wanted to keep you safe, he was dangerous and he hated it but soon.. soon he’ll get out of this mess, just for you.

“promise?” he whispered softly, gently rubbing your back, to calm you down.

“promise.” you muttered and as you let go of the hug, he smiled at you softly but you knew that smile held back a million tears, waiting to fall. “see you, very soon.” he whispered. and in the blink of an eye, he was gone and you dropped down the floor, sobbing.

took a flight.. through aurora skies.

you packed your bags, leaving your empty apartment and sighing, as you closed the door, you walked down and called a taxi to the airport.

you were in the plane on the way to your hometown, rethinking every memory you had with miles, scrolling through every picture you had on your phone, teary eyed. you didn’t even think about how he didn’t say goodbye, just “see you very soon.”

it hurts to be something, its worse to be nothing with you..

so i didn’t call you, for 16 long days..

it’s been months since you last saw him and, you tried to move on from him— going out with your friends from your hometown, going on dates with other people but no matter how long you resist temptation to think about miles, you will always lose.

it hurts to be something, its worse to be nothing with you..

you thought you were better for a while, dating someone for a month, but you felt no spark— all you thought was about miles, he was the only one running through your mind.

“i’ve done the math {name} there’s no solution. you always think about him and.. we’ll never last.” your partner sighed, whispering softly as you looked away and tears started to paint your face.

“why can’t you let go of him?” your partner continued as they walked out your room and you just slid down to the ground, your knees curled up to your chest not knowing what to think, as you cried.

so, i broke my promise.. i called you last night.

hours later, you went out for fresh air. walking in your pajamas, with your phone in your hand staring at the lit streets of your hometown when you saw something you couldn’t believe, it can’t be him..

a guy, who looked exactly like miles, who could be him. you were speechless as you felt tears well up in your eyes of happiness but at the same time, sadness.

you were about to walk up to him but when the guy started walking, you realized it wasn’t him and you stopped in your tracks, your phone clutched in your hand as the very tears you held started to fall rapidly, but not happiness, despair. your heart breaking knowing it wasn’t him, you decided it’s time to call him, you shouldn’t have, you wouldn’t have.

if it weren’t for the sight of a boy who looked just like him down out on melrose avenue..

you went back to your room, sighing shakily as you opened your phone, your existing wallpaper of you and miles watching the sunset you never changed. you looked for his number and soon found it.

you shakily pressed the call button, putting your phone on speaker as u waited anxiously, every ring on the line made your heart beat faster as you heard the line click.

“hey.. its morales, or miles. i might be busy so leave a message, i might or might not check it.” the line was static as you shakily took a breath to reply to the voice mail.

“hey miles its me.. just wanted to let you know im in {hometown} and..” you stopped and hesitated for a second as you spoke again.

“i really miss you. i hope all is well there in brooklyn and i hope, to see you soon.” you shakily exhaled as you pressed the end call button and tossed your phone to your bed and sighed, putting your pillow ontop of your face.

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days passed since you left him a voice mail, your patience growing thinner every single day, you couldn’t bare the thought and pain of not seeing him another minute longer, but as if your prayers have been answered.

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it was the middle of the night, practically 2:30 am. and you were scrolling on your phone as you covered yourself in your blankets, when you hear a knock on your window.

you removed your headphones as you uncovered yourself from your blankets and stood up, slowly walking to your window.

as you looked away for a second to get your phone to turn on the flashlight, your window opened and you jolted, turning to your window.

you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him standing in-front of you, miles morales.

you dropped your phone to the ground as you tilted your head in disbelief, tears pooling in your eyes. “m-miles..?” you stuttered, the tears you held now were falling down.

you heard miles’s heavy breathing, as if he ran, ran to you.

as you turned on your lamp, you saw his face and started to tear up more, oh how you missed his sweet smile and little braids.

“oh my god— i— miles you’re, here.” you laughed softly as you hugged him tightly, your tears pouring down.

“i’m here, it’s okay mi amor, i won’t leave you again, i promise.” he whispered softly as he caressed your hair.

as you pulled back from the hug, he gave you one reassuring smile before he leaned closer and your lips met his. and your spark returned, it felt like whatever you yearned for was right in-front of you, and that was miles.

as you pulled back, chuckling softly as you couldn’t believe he was right there. “w-wait what about your boss wouldn’t he—“ you rambled as he held your hand, caressing your jawline softly, “i work with my uncle now, he’s gone and he won’t hurt either of us anymore.” he gave an assuring smile as you kissed him again.

“i missed you so much, there wasn’t a day i never thought about you.” he whispered softly.

“it hurts to be something, but it’s worse to be nothing without you.”

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#hearts4hobie #angst #fluff #across the spider verse #atsv x reader #atsv #miles g morales #miles morales 42 #miles 42 #miles 42 x reader #miles morales 42 x reader #miles my beloved #CRYING.#whathfuckdid i just make #lord i’m sobbing

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momofantas · 7 months ago

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Rooftop Follies

Taash/Rook | NSFW | 1855 words | AO3 Link

Kione ran her hands down the feathers that covered the front of her new jacket… and hardly any of her body. The jacket opened to reveal nothing underneath, just her bare chest and a few necklaces. Lucanis had said it was trendy among the Crows but Kione had never seen anyone in Treviso wearing anything like it.

But the openness felt like freedom and she would never fight against that feeling. In fact, as a Shadow Dragon, it was something she had always fought for.

With a sigh, she pushed open the door of the small room she had changed in and stepped back into the Antivan Sanctum where the rest of her party waited. Lucanis seemed to puff up like a proud father at the sight of the Shadow Dragon in the Crows’ finest (in fact, she was sure she had seen the same smile on Davrin’s face during a training session with Assan).

“It suits you well. Are you sure you don’t wish to join the Crows? We could always use another axe-weilder,” he said lightly. Kione smirked and shook her head in response before looking to her other companion.

Taash’s arms were crossed as they looked her up and down. Their face was almost unreadable, but Kione had known them well enough to see how they just barely bit the inside of their lower lip and the hint of hunger behind their eyes.

Their opinion was the only one that mattered to Kione, but she wouldn’t admit it.

“Looks good,” they finally said with a nod as they dropped their arms. “Not as good as Lords’ armor, but it looks like it’s easier to fight in than the other vashedan you’ve found in Thedas.”

Kione couldn’t help the small snort that escaped her. While Taash wasn’t the most delicate, they were always right. Other armor had been constricting for an axe user and at least in this leather-and-feather design, she would have good mobility.

The three began to discuss where to head next when Viago approached the group with “important things” for Crows’ ears only, leading to the exit of him and Lucanis.

That left Taash and Kione to themselves.

“So what do y–”

“Let’s go for a walk,” Taash said, almost a little too quickly. Their hand just barely moved in the direction of Kione’s, but they walked ahead before their hands could touch. The two walked out to one of the balconies that the Crows often frequented and Kione was prepared to hop onto one of the ziplines.

Instead, Taash turned and led her to a quiet corner of the balcony where no visible peering eyes could see. The Qunari motioned for their elf companion to stand by the railing. “Face me.”

Kione obeyed, leaning back against the railing to relax while her mind raced with confusion. She hadn’t seen Taash like this, but something about the situation was making her heart race.

Suddenly one of their large hands was beneath her jacket and caressing her breast. Her eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by Taash’s large tongue rubbing against hers. A weak moan escaped her as she felt a calloused thumb gently run over her nipple, causing it to go erect.

After what felt like ages Taash pulled back to reveal their chin slick with spit from their rough and hurried kiss. They pulled their hand away from her breast, ensuring that she was partially bared to the world with no feathers to protect her modesty.

“So… I take it you like the new outfit?” Kione said breathlessly. She moved a hand to readjust her jacket but was stopped by a gentle touch.

“You look really hot.”

The bluntness always brought a smile to her face and she couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped her. It brought a smirk to Taash’s face as their free hand moved to the first of many belts that held her pants tight to her waist.

“I know you like it when I say that,” they teased before leaning in to take a deep breath next to her neck, pulse racing beneath her skin. “You can’t hide it from me.”

She felt her cheeks burn red as Taash pressed their lips gently against their neck and gasped as that gentle kiss turned into gentle nips along the lines of her tattoo. Both of their hands had moved to undo her belts and soon one was dipping beneath her small clothes and fingers were pressing against her pelvis on their way down between her legs.

Kione’s mind began to race–where they really going to do it out here? They were up above street-level but there was still a chance of a Crow watching from any direction. No one was visible from where they were, but by the Maker there was always a set of eyes around in Antiva.

“W-Wait,” she fumbled, her hand reaching down to grasp at Taash’s wrist in a weak attempt to stop them. She knew that they could smell her arousal and there was no chance of stopping their intimacy that day, but perhaps she could convince them to postpone until later.

“Scared?” They murmured against her skin. Suddenly they were turning her around to face the city, the wind caressing against her face and bare breast. Their chest was pressed against her back as their hands traveled down her front, one returning to her chest and the other to her pants.

“Someone will see–”

“Not like this… All they’re going to see is a tall Qunari hugging their favorite Elf. And if they see more, I’ll beat it out of them.” Taash’s voice was soft and reassuring, different than what they used on the battlefield. There was no rage, just gentle excitement and tenderness.

A thick calloused finger softly pressed between Kione’s legs and she knew that she wasn’t going to convince Taash to wait.

“Besides,” the Qunari said, lips moving up to the edge of her ear, “I need to make sure that I fuck you in this outfit before anyone else gets to see you in it.”

Kione bit down on her lip in an attempt to silence the moan that refused to be stuck in her throat as she felt that finger move inside of her body, spreading her like no one had spread her before. It was still embarrassing to admit that Taash was her first, but so far they hadn’t spoken a word about it. It helped that they took control in every situation, making sure that Kione was completely satisfied (or at least a shuddering, whimpering mess).

“Still so tight… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taash said, breath right against her ear as she continued to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin.

��Y-Yes… I just… need more time,” Kione replied weakly, stammering as she tried to remind her body to relax and accept her partner.

They were patient and held their finger still to give her time to get used to the sensation while their other hand pushed the feathery jacket back to completely bare her chest to the wind. The air wasn’t too cold for being so high up, but her skin still reacted with goosebumps and her nipples hardened almost immediately. Their hand moved to gently flick and pull on her erect nipples as their mouth dropped back to her neck.

“Ready?” They growled as they nudged their way to her shoulder.

Kione took a deep breath and nodded. “Ye– Mngh!”

Suddenly their teeth were in her shoulder, sharp enough to break the skin if they truly wanted to. Their finger was joined by a second and Kione felt her knees go weak. If they hadn’t been holding her up she would have fallen to the floor as an orgasm ripped through her muscled body.

“Taash…” She said weakly as her head rolled to rest on theirs. A growl ripped through Taash’s mouth and reverberated on her shoulder as the smell of her climax reached their nose.

Their hold on her chest roughened as they pulled her nipples further and faster, nails dragging across her skin. Their two fingers inside of her began to thrust in and out, slowly at first to help her accommodate before spreading themselves out as far as they could inside her small body. Each movement made her shudder and shake, warmth building at the base of her spine as her partner fucked her. It was so hard to keep herself quiet to the point that Taash had to move their hand from their chest and place their fingers inside her mouth. Drool was running down her chin as her tongue was played with, and the embarrassment was so much that she felt like she was going to fall over dead before she was able to cum again.

Their bite had finally released, leaving a dark red mark around one of her old scars and a bit of one of her tattoos. Kione could tell that they were tempted to leave a similar mark on her neck, but with the new armor it would be far too visible. Instead they nipped at her ear to push her closer ot the edge.

“Taarala… Taarala, I know you want to cum… I want to taste you,” they growled as their thrusting fingers began to lose their gentle pace. “Cum for me.”

As if Kione’s body had been trained for it, all the warmth that had been growing at the base of her spine and stomach overflowed and released. It covered Taash’s hand and flowed out around her small clothes and down against the leather of her new pants. Her head was spinning as she found herself hanging desperately to the balcony ledge, though Taash would never let her fall. Her face was flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her tongue followed their fingers out of her mouth.

She looked an absolute mess but Taash would have said she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

They slowly pulled their hand out of her pants and licked at their fingers, but patiently waited for their partner to recover. The hand that had been in her mouth rested on her stomach to hold her steady as Taash kept an eye out for any onlookers.

Finally, after a few minutes, Kione was able to stand on her own and assess the damage.

“I think this will be the most uncomfortable walk I’ve ever had.”

“Why?”

“Wet. Leather. Pants.”

Taash laughed as they helped redo the buckles of her belts and rearrange her jacket. They paused a moment, eyeing the bite mark they had left on her shoulder before covering it.

“I’ll just carry you, then.”

Without a pause they pulled Kione up into their arms as if she was a princess. They smirked down at her as she floundered in their hold.

“This is more embarrassing than what we just did!” She protested, though they both knew she wasn’t trying too hard. Warrior versus warrior, one could have easily escaped the other’s hold if they wanted to.

#taash/rook #taash x rook #taash x f!rook #taash #rook #datv #dragon age: the veilguard #datv fanfic #datv fic #momo writes

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circeyoru · 1 year ago

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{Collection of Overlords} Trick's Design

Everyone! Meet Trickster, the (somewhat) opposite of you!

If you had yet to read Part 7, go to MASTERLIST and read that first. This is a major spoil for that part.

Name: Trickster (aka Trick as per your nickname to them)

Alias: Noir

Title: The Big G | God | Lord

Status: The True Ruler of Heaven | Supreme Being of the Heaven Realm

Species: The Holy Entity | Symbol of Angelic | Everything & Anything

Appearance: Basically an opposite height of yours, like if you’re tall they’re short and if you’re pretty average height then they are too. Has short black hair and pitch black eyes (think Cannibals’ eye feature). Wears baggy and causal clothing, think long sleeves that covers the hands, they love waving that in your face. Does not wear any accessories because they hate those human creation. Has a pair of silver wings with golden highlights

Prounoun: They/them

Personality:

“Nothing’s decided, nothing’s fated. Nothing’s anything really. Where’s the fun is picking or thinking a reason for anything. Don’t put your assumptions on us Rulers. You’ll only get hurt. I don’t mind watching though.”

Trick was once kind and sweet, living up to the expectation and painting of what the humans think of them. At the time, you were truly the ‘evil’ one and you do call them by ‘Noir’ as it was a name you two picked for each other after a colour that was believed to suit the other. Like how they saw light in you, you saw dark in them. And you were right. Noir was the dutiful God that was merciful and forgiving to humans, they watched over the living and Heaven while you were down in Hell with the souls of the damned. Rarely would Noir call you for a little meet up to pass the time. The changed them was the humans that committed evil time and time again, in their rage and disgust, they only saw the ugly side of the world that they so loved. Noir found it more pleasing to let the souls go to Hell that nurture them so that they would join them in Heaven. Those filth weren’t worthy in Noir’s mind.

Soon, Noir offered for you to mark where the souls go instead of only them judging and you dealing with the directions and torture to the evil ones. You changed and called them ‘Trick’ after that. From then on, Trick found pleasure in toying with the souls and saw them as their toys instead of living beings. Heaven had it worsen when things were done without understanding, all the high angels can do was listen to the ‘divine message’ that Trick gives as a prank. Just to see how far their ‘beloved’ angels would go. They have a dark interest and fascination with evil and his personality developed to match. Trick is indifferent to suffering of others that doesn’t interest them and is keen on causing chaotic and disorder as long as they get a laugh out of it.

However, Noir and you were once kept distanced from each other and he feels guilty for it but he puts his duties as the godly holy being above catching in on you while you’re in Hell. Now, as Trick changed and all that, they value your friendship and companionship with them above all else. The meetings like the one in Part 7 are more frequent and prolonged because Trick understands that you’re the only one that can match them and stay by their side without scaring for a terrible change. The way that you didn’t care what image they put up was another factor. With that being said, Trick bares some level of envy at your collection, especially your Overlord favourites. That was the reason why Trick killed you with holy powers and put both of you into a madatory slumber to heal.

Abilities / Powers:

Immortality: It is physically, mentally, and spiritually impossible to kill Trick. Unless the user is the owner of curse based powers. Even after killing Trick, all they need to do is wait for time to pass and their body will be reformed so they can move and do everything again

Holy Powers: A higher form of light powers

Omnipotent: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is all-powerful but has weaker curse and darkness-based powers and abilities

Omniscient: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is all-knowing of what happens all around. Knowledge is at their disposal if Trick wants to know, but they rarely do because they view that there’s nothing interesting to know

Omnipresent: As a True Ruler and Supreme Being of a realm, Trick is present everywhere (but Hell) at all times. This ability is more commonly used when it was their Noir phase since Trick doesn’t like being everywhere at all times

Realm Travelling: Trick can travel between the Heaven Realm and Earth Realm, but can never enter Hell

Soul Marking: Trick can mark a still living human soul and judge whether they go to Heaven or Hell, now they mark souls with you so he only marks those that are allowed to Heaven instead of both realms

Flight: Trick has a pair of wings that can give them flight to travel to wherever they pleases. Shown to be able to float with it opened and even fly from high up in the sky to down onto the streets

Death: Trick can cut a human’s life short with a wave of their hand or wing

Teleportation: Trick can teleport themselves and other beings with them to wherever they please without any incarnation or action needed

Fun Facts:

Trick’s favourite colour is black, that’s why you picked ‘Noir’ as Trick’s name in the beginning. However, ‘noir’ also means a genre of crime film or fiction characterized by cynicism, fatalism, and moral ambiguity in the dictionary which they are later on fascinated by when they changed personalities. In contrast, Trick hates the colour gold or yellow

Trick is the more childish and unhinged one between you and them

Some time to time, Trick descends to Earth and ‘haunt’ places to scare humans. They find the ghost hunting videos and ‘ghost hunters’ a funny concept

Trick hates ‘shiny rocks’, basically gemstones, and gold, namely anything that humans see as valuable and makes into jewelry. The only exception is silver because that’s what they picked as your nickname

When Trick gets bored, they whine to you telepathically. If you shut them off, they’ll give random and harmless ‘divine messages’ to the angels and have them fly around trying something impossible and Trick gets a laugh out of it

One can get Trick to eat anything if there’s cream on it. Trick can eat frosting and whipcream without getting bored of it

Trick can’t stand spicy food, it reminds them too much of the sun and being under it

(what kind of other fun facts do you think will fit Trick or Noir?)

Note: How you like this character? Oh right, there isn't a definite design for Trick/Noir as of right now, so you can go ahead with the drawing and doodles if you like~

Circe Y.

Taglist: (those that don't specify to being in all the works' taglist will automatically be assumed to be in whichever series they comment on)

@aconfusedwonderland @crowleysthings @donustellaron @mistpurpl3 @lucifers-silhouette @fluffy-koalala @plutobots @ray-rook @thealienartist @serenity-songbird @galaxydreamer468 @raynerrold @wen01203 @hikari-michiko @colecreo @myromanempiree @xsamkuro @yourdoorisunlocked @clavelina @jono723 @cursedcattalastor @an-idyllic-novelist @flamiohotman2024 @rea-grace @myromanempiree @veroneverleft @lousypotatoes @crazysuityouth @jellyedkazoo @wat4r @kiraisastay @thealienartist @chefysawesomeideas @wtvbabes @patronizingbitch @koshi-kazu @craftyperfectiontragedy @scr4luv @chrollobb @mysterypotatoink @callmefe

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steddietogo · 2 years ago

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Made With Love

Steddie TikTok au: Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Get ready with me: Date night edition

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Robin and Eddie are rooting through Robin's closet for a perfect date outfit for Robin. Steve has been banished to the bed due to conflicting opinions. He pouts and complains about it for a long time.

"You should totally do that, you'll get so much more views then," Robin says after Eddie suggests that Steve should make a suggestive thirst trap male chefs on the cursed clock app can't stop making.

"I'm not smacking a chicken thigh to get more views, thank you very much." Steve protests, lying upside down with his head hanging off the side of the bed.

"Oh don't act like your above it, Steven, we all know about your several slutty exploits-" Steve launches a cushion into her face, making her scream bloody murder.

"You could make one wearing just your apron," Eddie suggests and wiggles his eyebrows at Steve, making him snort out loud.

"Ew. that would be so embarrassing," Robin fake gags.

"Well, unlike you Buckley, I can appreciate a good looking man-" In the background. Steve rolls over to hide his face in the pillows as Robin and Eddie continue to bicker.

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Eddie is holding the phone, filming himself. "Passing the phone to someone who acts like dog with the zoomies after a single cup of coffee,"

Cut to Robin, who says, "Passing the phone to the someone who routinely gets bullied by kids several years younger than him,"

"Passing the phone to someone with chronic foot-in-mouth disease and was too scared to talk to their crush that they hid in men's bathroom for a full ten minutes." Steve says, sending a withering glare to someone off camera.

"Passing the phone to the person who got chased by a damn poodle into the- HEY!" The phone gets yanked out of Robin's hands halfway through her sentence.

"Passing the phone to Tinker Bell who is dying because he isn't getting enough attention." Steve says, then shoves the camera towards Eddie who is dramatically pouting on the couch then immediately perks up when he's given the phone.

———

There's a montage of Robin showing off different outfits. Eddie and Steve are sitting on the couch with table tennis racquets on their hands with 'YES:) and 'NO:(' scribbled on each side to rate each of her outfits.

A green sweater vest with a white shirt underneath gets an immediate no and Robin walks back into her room like a sad tom cat. A blue crushed velvet shirt under suspenders gets a maybe. The winning combo is the one with a black suit vest underneath an oversized pinstriped suit jacket and high waisted pleated pants.

Eddie leaps from the couch, exclaiming, "I know what this outfit needs- chains!" then bounds off to his room to pick some out.

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Bonus clip:

Robin and Steve are piping cream puffs and Eddie walks past them, takes one look at it and says "Me, when I- when-". The video loops back to the beginning just as the three of them dissolve into cackles.

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Comments:

user 80085: Slutty exploits??? We need details

Corrodedfan: Did Eddie publicly announce getting creamp— *g^nshot*

Dustin H: Goodluck with your date Robin!!

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #Dustin to the rest of the video: I do not see 😑#mine #posting tag list tmr just really sick right now

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cipheramnesia · 6 months ago

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This is in no way a recommendation, but in G Gundam the pilots interface with their mechs via a skin tight black body suit.

So there's like three buckets here. Bucket one is skin tight black latex, and I would like that to happen to me. I think it would be pretty sexy. I'm not gonna say hot because of the obvious jokes. Okay bucket two is machines that can get destroyed and taken apart and held at the mercy and behest of their users. I love giving up control so this is a really pleasant kink, albeit not literally possible versus latex which is. Bucket number three is a person who allows themselves to be physically and psychologically destroyed - to become fully consumed - in the act of enabling a larger and more complicated item to function. This is my story Vivisection but more generally it's less sexually enticing as it is emotionally uplifting for me. A kind of version of love where you destroy yourself for the sake of someone or something.

Anyway, Gundam shows are pretty good generally. Not my vibe, but good. However, none of my buckets overlap. They're great tastes which taste kind of middling together. They all contain very similar ingredients, yet I would never eat them in a sandwich.

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Kaiju Week in Review (March 17-23, 2024)

Mere days to go before a new Godzilla movie... didn't we just do this?

Before we welcome that latest entry, let's look back on one that just commemorated its golden anniversary. With Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla turning 50 on March 21, every member of Toho's Big Five has now hit the half-century mark. The company didn't mark the day itself with much; as has become typical, the celebration of Mechagodzilla (and presumably King Caesar) will be spread throughout the year. I wrote a bit about the magnificent machine, who I consider the best Godzilla antagonist, here. The film itself is one of Teruyoshi Nakano's masterpieces, an onslaught of animated rays and gorgeous explosions. The humans are forgettable, but they keep the pace brisk—and the alien commander Mugal is almost as devilish a villain as Mechagodzilla itself, especially in the English dub. Speaking of that dub, you can watch a video breaking down the entire voice cast here, thanks to the tireless work of the Save All Dubs! group.

Justice League vs. Godzilla vs. Kong #6 finally gets to the good stuff, with Lex Luthor piloting Mechagodzilla and commanding an army of Titans to raze Metropolis while the heroes counter with not one but two giant robots. It doesn't quite measure up to the Godzilla: Rulers of Earth finale, but like that double-sized issue, it required two artists (Christian Duce joined by Tom Derenick) to draw all those characters, and the results are impressive. The story hasn't grown any more complex, but I'm at least interested to see how it all wraps up.

In other Godzilla comic news, a Godziban manga by Sakuju Koizumi has started up, hosted by Telemaga, a tokusatsu-focused Kodansha site. The first installment was pretty short, so I'm guessing these'll be updated weekly. It isn't the first comic version of Godziban, as one called Godziman ran during the 1st Season, but this one's actually illustrated.

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Tokyo's Ikebukuro district made Godzilla the honorary chief of police on March 16 to take part in a parade promoting traffic safety. The stunt made international headlines and generated no small amount of angst over Cop Godzilla. I think Gamera would've been better-suited to this campaign myself.

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Here's the trailer for Season 2 of Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, revealing Gabara, Gigan, and Titanosaurus's designs. Looks as funny as the first one. Maaya Uchida, who sang the ending songs in SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon, will voice Chibi Minilla. It's gone weirdly neglected by English Godzilla social media accounts, but X user @MakoMattari translated it.

The Music Box Theatre in Chicago has a Godzilla program for the ages scheduled for June 7-13, in honor of his 70th birthday. There's not a weak day on the schedule, but the clear highlight is a 24-hour marathon of the entire Showa series on the 8th, which I don't think has ever been attempted before.

G-Fest has also started announcing guests: Ayako Fujitani (Asagi in the Heisei Gamera trilogy) and Rie Ota (Baragon in GMK), both first-timers. Frankly, they could carry the con themselves if they have to; not sure who I'm more excited to meet!

#kaiju week in review #godzilla vs. mechagodzilla #justice league vs. godzilla vs. kong #chibi godzilla raids again #gfest #godziban #godzilla #kaiju

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aduckinpain · 2 years ago

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Let the Sky fall

Tags: Lestappen, Max Verstappen centered, Max Verstappen Character Analysis, Hurt/Comfort, Jos Verstappen Slander, Happy Ending, Charles Leclerc's Sunset lap and Max Verstappen's Storm lap, The Brazil 2023 Effect hasn't left yet

Word Count: 2k

This work is also on AO3 under user roianamustang (me).

The sky darkens, the rain falls and the clouds drape. A storm is nearing. Maybe it’s already arrived. Or perhaps it was always there. Looming just beside his shoulder. Never whispering, always yelling, muttering under his breath.

The wind blows, shakes. The wind is moving and everpresent, especially in a state like the Netherlands. Especially in a household like the Verstappens.

A storm is the natural phenomenon of a violent disturbance of the atmosphere with strong winds and usually rain, thunder, lightning, or snow.

The 2023 season felt like a good quali lap with 3 full purple sectors. His wins got familiar and his rare, but present, losses felt like the calm before the storm. And that was taken literally on the track of São Paulo, Brazil.

This year was like a whirlwind that wasn’t stopping and it really swiveled itself that morning. The warm, humid air felt good on his skin. He lowered his visor, pressed the throttle, exited the pit lane.

A short straight, followed by chicanes. Max’s eyes stood unblinking.

Turn left. Turn right.

Go faster.

A straight. DRS.

Go faster.

Sharp left.

Purple.

The force pushed him right and over the edge.

He remembered.

When he opened his eyes, Max saw the sky. Bright blue spanning across his vision. Along with some dark, blurry spots.

He heard voices and felt hands touching him. Pulling him.

He flinched. Or at least tried to, but he couldn’t tell what was happening.

Soon enough the noise started to filter in. Screams entering his ears and the sun warming his suit, reminded Max of where he was. Physically at least.

Opening lap of his 2021 Silverstone Grand Prix. And he’d crashed.

The marshalls were checking if anything was wrong and he could feel himself shaking his head. He’d crashed.

He could walk, nothing was broken. He’d crashed.

He entered the garage, went to the infirmary and sat. The doctors checked him over. A concussion at most, they said. He’d crashed.

The word flying around estimated 51 G-forces. A miracle. He’d crashed.

Christian came over and stood with him. Daniel called immediately after the race. Asked him how he was.

It doesn’t matter.

He’d crashed.

The sun shined brighter. Redder.

Angry or worried. He didn’t know. He’d only felt one emotion as a constant in his life and he couldn’t look the sun in the eye. It was too bright.

The sky is the region of the atmosphere and outer space seen from the earth.

Sector 2 has started. A push on the pedals, the speed increases.

He can feel his arm muscles tense, turn, gain control over the long turns.

Turn 8. Chicanes. Right. Left. Right. Hit the apex. Keep the speed.

Turn.

Purple.

The sky darkens.

And yet, he can still feel his sun’s heat on his back. Catching on. Keeping up. Feeding.

Like always.

When he was a child, he remembers sitting with his sister under the blankets looking at picture books about space. A flashlight in his hand. Opening, closing, mimicking stars. Scattering it around to make constellations.

Stars. Bright and big. Almost like they had a presence. An aura. A purpose.

He remembers his wonder when he found out the Sun was a star. Read about it incessantly. The brightness, along with its heat, being the main cause for life on Earth. It created great things, but as he found later on, with big risks.

It felt godly.

It held the power in its hands to not just create, but also destroy.

Humanity has and will always be its own risk. Our actions making even the thing that keeps us alive, deadly.

The Sun wasn’t just warm, it was scalding. It was strong, it lashed out.

It grew and it grew. It will continue to grow, to the point where it will swallow. It will grow and then it will shrink.

It will be quiet.

It will burst.

And Jos?

He bleeds human.

His father felt like wind. It pushed and pulled and yelled.

His father felt Aeolian. Loud. Intense. Angry.

Anger.

An emotion he’s always known of. An emotion he’s allowed to have. The only one he was allowed to express.

When the checkered flag came into view and his kart crossed the finish line in third place, pride was what was felt. Sure, he hadn't won, but he was on the podium.

He was on the podium, dad!

He smiled and picked up his trophy. He took pictures and turned to show his accomplishment.

He was on the podium, dad!

He froze. He shivered, flinched. He stayed quiet in the car and looked up when his door opened. He stepped outside, but his dad went inside again.

What?

The window opened. He heard the words, tried replying to them even. But then, he looked at wind in the eye and felt cold.

As the car drove away, Max Verstappen left.

He left there in the parking lot of the gas station, standing still.

He doesn’t know if he ever returned. And if any effort was made to do so, it was quickly diminished when he found himself in the same place it started. Or more accurately, ended.

He was on the podium, dad.

A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light cannot get out.

A sharp left turn. He hits the apex and speeds up again. The wind blows but he doesn’t feel it.

He never lifts his foot off the pedal.

He speeds up and up and up.

Purple.

Sector 3 done.

Pole position.

For now.

Rain drops. The sun shines from behind, not above.

The session is finished.

On Sunday he starts on pole. And that afternoon he feeds his sun. Max doesn’t trap his light.

A solar storm is a disturbance on the Sun, which can emanate outward across the heliosphere, affecting the entire Solar System.

He was leading. He was winning. That first place trophy was his.

He was robbed. And now very wet.

Thrown in a puddle, as if all these years of experience were for nothing.

He turned to see who it was, who had dared. Turning his head, Max for a second was blinded by the glare of the Sun.

The Sun was prettier than he should be, but it doesn't matter. He'd lost.

When he heard the word ‘Inchident’ come out of the Sun's mouth, the only thing pushing him away, in the opposite direction, was the wind.

But the heat never left.

@ maxverstappen1

I tried to stay out of trouble, but trouble came to me.

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He follows the Sun, but maybe the Sun also follows him back.

The supernova occurs when a star suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass.

Austria 2019. Mad Max.

After embracing the anger for so long, he succeeded.

He was anger. He was fear. He made people freeze. He was strong and he won. He fought back.

So why?

Why did the wind tire him out? Why did his Sun disappear?

Why wasn’t it enough? When will it be enough?

What will it take, that he hasn't already given?

He was on the podium, dad.

He won, dad.

Up until 2019, Max Verstappen made a name for himself.

Whether that was with his reckless behavior or inability to allow drivers to overtake, that’s a story for another day.

He was becoming someone. He had gained importance.

When he was small, his mom learned that he liked books about space. A woman ready to sacrifice everything and more for her children, caught unto that fact quickly. She gave him books, he learned and ranted to her eagerly.

She listened. She always did.

His sister looked up at him, trailed after his every word, ready to believe anything he said. Captured every thought of his and held it close to her little heart.

He loved them.

And yet, they still left him.

He was alone.

He was alone in a house, with its windows wide open. No curtains drawn. The wind was bursting in its seams. It shook every space, every nook and cranny. It shook him.

He was alone, in a void.

No friends at school, no birthday parties to go to, no sister, no mom, no childhood.

Even when he succeeded, he didn’t feel like his dad felt proud.

It was almost like he didn’t have a dad in the first place. He only had a father.

The Boötes Void, colloquially referred to as the Great Nothing, is an approximately spherical region of space found in the vicinity of the constellation Boötes, containing nearly no galaxies. We have yet to find the reason.

Sunday arrived. Assured and known, yet still exciting. It would never grow old. Not like galaxies and stars did.

He wore his fireproof, put on his balaclava. Holding the helmet for a moment, he allowed himself to look upon its design. A design fit for a World Champion. The gold shined. The lion stared back.

He got the gloves and entered the RB19.

Breath in. Breath out.

The cars lined up in their positions. The sun shined brightly right behind him, in second position. The sky was clear, no clouds, no wind.

He took the wheel in his hand. Felt his mind go blank.

The formation lap.

A short straight followed by a left turn into Turn 1.

He hears the wheels and then the distant thud.

The sun isn't shining brightly. Not anymore.

It’s been dimming this year.

He won, but there was no rays there around him, warm and inviting like always. There was no wind but it still felt cold.

Max Verstappen learned early in his life, career, that he had only one true constant in his life. And it wasn’t the wind, the storm or the sky. It was the Sun. It was his Sun. His Sun was a man, it was a star.

His Sun attracted so many planets, so many other stars across the universe. Orbited around him. They tried coming closer, but the heat was too much. For them at least.

This Sun, was just a star.

This Sun was a man in red.

This Sun hurt, loved, cared, fought.

This Sun met him toe to toe, eye to eye, heart to heart.

This Sun never left, it rotated only to one thing.

It rotated to Max, just as Max rotated to him.

This Sun carried the weight of responsibility, of history on his shoulders.

This Sun was Charles Leclerc.

This star was his binary.

A binary star is a system of two stars that are gravitationally bound to and in orbit around each other. X-ray binaries are made up of a normal star and a collapsed star. These pairs of stars produce X-rays. If the stars are close enough together that material is pulled off the normal star by the gravity of the dense, collapsed star. They feed on each other, until they collide.

It took years, but Max Verstappen isn’t scared of the wind anymore. He’s reunited with his mom and his sister. He has friends. He has wins, races and championships.

He has confidence. He feels. He expresses.

Anger is a second thought, not a solution.

And he has understood that, at the end of the day, all of his success was his hard work paying off.

He has earned it. He has deserved it.

He has healed.

Mom. Victoria. I won.

Dad. I am a World Champion.

Charles. Let’s keep going.

Max. I am proud of you.

The days may pass, time may go on, the universe may be in constant motion. But he is temporary. And it’s ok. He is a simple creature. He is a star.

The star in his arms, unwinding, glowing, asleep, will rotate for eternity. The Sun isn’t up in the sky, it’s in his house, on his couch. He’s warm and will never let the wind make Max cold again.

Nuzzling his nose on the head full of hair in his arms, feeling the pressure on his body, Max Verstappen calms. Closes his eyes.

Dreams of red and blue.

In the future he dreams of purple.

He’s come to terms with his past.

In the present, he lives.

He is Max Verstappen, and the world echoes his name.

-End-

Please note that no matter how much I am writing here, it is all artistic speculation of what Max himself has decided to show the world. Do not forget that these drivers are real people.

@anakin-tedua-skywalker I love you (fatherly tone)

A tiny analysis even if I feel like this one is pretty obvious:

Aeolian sound or Aeolian tone is sound that is produced by wind when it passes over or through objects.

Any phenomenon that isn't the Wind or The Sun, is Max himself.

The binary stars at the end is Lestappen.

I'm not so sure about this one but I did want to write it so I will still post it here and on my ao3.

Thank you so much for reading! It would mean a lot if I managed to get some reposts, comments or liked!

If you like this, I have written more stories that can be found on my Formula 1 masterlist. Including: Lestappen and Landoscar with more to come. If it manages to spark your interest, please go support those as well!

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mulberriesandtea · 6 months ago

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Woe. LCE ramblings in thy inbox. Sorry about this

So first things first is the timing, given how it's a "regular" checkup this presumably is not the first time it's happened, though we lack details on any previous times. Plus that also depends on location, which I'll get to later.

But of all the things that could possibly lead to the need for a checkup there's a few things that come to mind: Don Quixote knowing she's a bloodfiend again, Dante's clock ticking forward, Hong Lu's upcoming canto, the fact canto 7 is essentially the halfway point (halfway if one thinks its a Sinner per canto and so 13 total, but just over half if you dont count Clock) in their journey, new bough, literally just a schedule. Personally I think it's because there's going to be a major change in a Sinner - Hong Lu - and so the company needs to have his stuff updated beforehand. Given the mention of how the Sinners match up to their pre contract selves I do think it's related to Dante's clock as well.

As for location, I think its somewhere in the corridor, or at least accessed from there. The backgrounds remind me of one of the doors, the MD one I think, and it does seem a secure place to do L corp cosplay in, but I dont understand the corridors enough to say more. If it is a proper location in the City they head to via door shenanigans, I'd wager its either in L corp or in one with major ties with whomever is running LC.

As for E.G.O. suits, they're a less refined version of Lobcorps ones, showing much more obvious abnormality traits but seem to be missing some sort of connection between suit and user - the one that usually allows for anyone to pick 'em up and use them fine given how Faust talks of flying and how she probably crashed the first time. But the lack of refinement is presumably because they either lack the techniques or material used by L corp, a likely result of how it seems they're reverse engineering them.

I've little to say on what we see of the tests themselves, though it mostly seems like combat testing, plus I could reasonably assume the general doctors appointment stuffs to make an appearance. The aesthetic of the PV, namely low poly not unlike an old video game, brings to mind the idea of a simulation of some kind, though I'd struggle to claim any further evidence to back that up. I do find the use of Peccatullum, including higher tier ones, interesting though. Given the first time we saw higher tiers of them was when the Sinners were first tasked with that monolith, something we know LC has had at least one in their custody (unless Hubert bought it with his time money) that they could use to create Peccatulla according to their need.

No need to be sorry! I liked reading what you had to say. Here's my responses:

This is the first time it's happened on screen; I believe the implication is that this is the first time it's happening on the bus. Considering that the ID cards that all the sinners have include eye tests and just in general how Dante brings up in Canto 2 that the sinners are weaker, I definitely agree they've had them before. Before the bus and before they met Dante.

I believe the 'data' mentioned at the end of the trailer includes Don Quixote remembering who she was. The rest of the sinners we don't know the backstories of yet? Well, we know Faust is a researcher, we know Outis was a military veteran, Meursault worked at NCorp but we don't know what sector, and that Ryoushuu was incredibly strong before her connection to Dante weakened her, and still has very heightened senses. With Hong Lu, he's from a rich and very turbelent family(to say the least). Knowing that, everyone else's memories are most likely intact, with their backgrounds, at the least. It was just Don Quixote and the fact she's a bloodfiend.

Another thing to note is Gregor's 'present' from Hermann. We really don't know much about that plot thread currently, and while we'll deal with that later, it's just as likely we might get some more hints about whatever it is.

I agree with the Hong Lu assessment! As you may know I believe in Two in One- 💥

I personally think that this is Limbus Company as a building itself. You can see the logo in the upper right corner of the battle stage's background hall! We'll probably arrive through the corridor, but I think there's a small chance Limbus might be situated somewhere around P Corp. Who knows, really, we'll just have to wait and see, we got less than a week :)

I think it's also because while they are not completely refined, the LCE EGO suits ALSO are less uniform than the LobCorp EGO suits: remember, the LobCorp EGO suits were very simple in their actual cuts, just being different in materials, color, and SOMETIMES the cut of the coat. Weapons could be utilized with either the hands or remotely, as is the case with Sound of a Star or Feather of Honor. Meanwhile, Yi Sang has the lure from FaeLantern and Faust has the wings. Faust distinctly also states that wings AREN'T part of the normal human form, and there's not really any LobCorp EGO suits or weapons that I can think of that augment the user like that. As such, the LCE EGOs probably need a different formula to the LobCorp suits, maybe even different formulas to each other. Basically, I think the heavier amount of abno traits are heavily desired by the LCE, versus LobCorp's uniformity.

The specific style is usually called 'ps1 graphics' but it is a very interesting style! I don't think it's a simulation in the way you seem to be implying, though. I imagine that 1 to 1 lengthy simulations of real life are banned by the head.

hubert.

oh one last thing i would like to mention about the combat testing.

WHY IS IT ALL PECCATULUM IRAE

THERE'S NO OTHER PECCATULUM IN THE TRAILER. IT'S JUST FUCKING PECCATULUM IRAE. WHY IS THERE SO MUCH WRATH IN THE PECCATULUM THEY HAVE.

#limbus company #asks #canto vii spoilers

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