#Mobile Repair Classes

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The Mobile Repairing Course at Hi Tech Institute, Karol Bagh, Delhi, offers practical and comprehensive training in smartphone repair. Students learn to troubleshoot and fix issues related to hardware and software, including repairing components like screens, batteries, and motherboards. With experienced instructors, hands-on workshops, and flexible batch timings, the course prepares you for a successful career as a mobile repair technician. Whether you're looking to start your own repair business or work in a service center, this course provides the essential skills and certification to excel in the mobile repair industry. Read more....

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Audio Section Repair.... #audiorepair #audio #gazetcare #repairing #audiosectionrepair #mobilerepairingcourse ##Institute #instituteinjaipur #bestinstituteinjaipur #repairingvideo #repair

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Reliable Mobile Truck Repair & Wrecker Services Near You

When your truck breaks down on the road, trust expert mobile truck repair services to get you moving fast. From emergency roadside assistance to wrecker services near me, we provide quick and efficient solutions to minimize downtime. Whether you need express truck repair or full diagnostics, our skilled technicians are ready 24/7. Stay on the road with reliable service and expert care. Read more to find the best mobile truck repair options for your fleet!

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Mobile Repairing Course in Delhi - Full Job Support Guarantee

Everyone in the world is looking for a job that they can perform effortlessly and that will earn them money. Individuals choose various endeavors that cost money, time, and effort in search of rewarding salaries. But, some people are short on resources like money, time, and effort. Thus, ABCMIT has established a Mobile repair in Delhi. Due to the numerous advantages, it provides to students, this course is the most sought-after on the market. It is technical training with the potential to land you a job with the finest pay. So let's examine the benefits of this course. We list the following advantages this mobile repairing course in Delhi has to offer:

Simple to understand: This course's syllabus at our Mobile repairing institute in Delhi is truly quite simple to master. We simplify this course by providing only practical instruction. To spare students the difficulty of learning a bookish language, we do away with theories from the instruction. In this course, the theory is likewise mostly superfluous. Through our hands-on instruction, one can receive immediate training, and when students search for employment, they are already trained and equipped with practical experience. Beginning with the delivery of fundamental knowledge, this course progresses to a highly sophisticated level. Students are left with highly skilled hands and refined minds. 

Short-term course: This course's second benefit is that it will save you time. This course is ideal for you if you want to earn money and a degree as quickly as feasible. Our mobile repairing course in Delhi lasts three months to finish. A student can become a certified AC repair technician after three months of training. It is superior to the lengthy courses that require years and years of study in order to grant you a degree that will allow you to secure a position with a competitive salary. You may earn money and travel the world in three months by taking this course.

Employment opportunities: It is quite simple to find a job with a good wage after receiving a credential from this course. There are numerous available vacancies at various businesses. There are administrative and corporate businesses out there that are hiring mobile repair professionals. It is crucial that you select a course for your own advantage when you do so. You will be hired for a high-paying position right away after finishing this little course. The starting compensation for a job worker is 15k, and with time and experience, you can earn up to 60k. A student can earn up to INR 60,000 with the aid of such brief and simple training.

Business: After completing this Mobile repairing course in Delhi, one can open their own mobile repair business. Obtaining a government license is simple when you have a certificate. To invest in a place and equipment, just a little money is required. You can employ individuals to run your business and work for you. A business can significantly increase your profit.

Trainer as a profession: After accumulating some years of expertise in this industry, you can decide to become a trainer. You can decide to become a trainer if you are sick of working a job and you want a high salary. In Delhi, there are many mobile repair institutes that employ qualified and experienced instructors. They typically earn very high salaries. A salary of up to INR 80,000 is possible in this field.

Trainers at our institute: At our Mobile repairing institute in Delhi, we have trainers that are highly experienced. They are professional in training students. We make sure that the trainers are patient and are ready to solve the doubts of the students as many times as a student wants. Our batches are usually small so that a trainer can focus on each and every student.

So, you can reach us for further information. Our Mobile repairing institute in Delhi is a famous institute that delivers mobile repairing courses for decades. We are a trustworthy organization.

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𐔌 . ⋮ Love doctor .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

⋆.˚ Tags: Iida x You/Reader, gn! Reader, sfw, fluff, friends with romantic tension, Iida is a fool in love ⋆.˚ Synopsis: When Iida gets injured while he's training, you can't help but fret over him. Except Iida doesn't know how to handle your attention and care. Is that a blush you see? ⋆.˚ Notes: For my 9 Iida fans out there, xoxo

Iida prided himself on being someone careful and put together. He was one to mostly stick by the rules and follow them. Some people might believe he was too uptight but he didn't care, he had a goal, a duty to carry out.

So why and when did he become such a blubbering mess? He could hardly speak to you correctly, any and all sense of composure and direction got lost the moment his eyes crossed yours.

It's been an issue for a while now. The realization had hit him like lighting one day, after watching you intently. You looked so ethereal in his eyes, like an angel who descended... He had fallen for you, wholeheartedly, and he was utterly defenseless as you kept pulling him in and into your orbit. He had been having trouble acting normally around you ever since.

And now you weren't just talking to him no, you were holding his cheek, so softly… So tenderly, as if he was the most precious being in the universe.

“Iida, you shouldn't push yourself!” You scolded lightly, assessing for any other wounds. But Iida felt his mouth run dry, and he couldn't even answer for a moment.

“Y-you don't have to worry about me! I'm fine!” Iida replied almost robotically when he regained the ability to speak, adjusting his glasses nervously.

“You're such a liar!” You replied playfully “You're always brushing off when you get stressed, or whenever something happens to you. It's hard to tell what goes on your mind since you're hell bent on handling everything on your own!”

At your words, he winced. It wasn't a lie, not at all. After all, the limited mobility of his hand was proof of it. You were the most worried at the time, but by then, he still believed he merely admired you (how wrong he was to assume that).

Still, he tried to pull himself together “That's not true! I do tell you whenever something happens to me!”

You hummed in acknowledgment, but it was very clear for him that you weren't believing his words at all. He himself didn't believe them, after all. Your hand which rested on his cheek moved towards his jaw, rotating his face to inspect it more closely. He felt strangely exposed under your scrutiny, blood rushing towards his face as he darted his eyes.

As you continued your inspection, he breathed in sharply, trying to act natural. His palms were closed tightly, pressing against his knees as he tried to avoid any more reactions. After what felt like forever, you let go of him, and he couldn't help but let out a breath of relief.

“You don't seem to have any more hidden wounds… But that doesn't mean you should be reckless” You commented, pushing yourself up, Iida watched as you grabbed some bandages and an antiseptic for his wound “You might end up like Midoriya and get told you could break a limb beyond repair”

Iida nodded stiffly, letting you apply the product and bandaid, watching every detail of your face as you did so. He took notice of your eyes, those beautiful eyes of yours, and your nose- your unique and beautiful nose… And those lips, parted in slight concentration… He wanted to kiss those so badly.

He snapped out of his thoughts quickly when you leaned back, nodding in approval in satisfaction “Alright, this will do for now. Go to recovery girl when you get the time "Mr. I Won't Skip Class Even If I Have A Broken Limb"”

At that, Iida couldn't help but pout slightly, his eyebrows furrowing subtly “If the situation was so severe I would wait for recovery girls care!”

“Sure you would, buddy, sure you would” You dismissed his claims, laughing slightly. At that sound, Iida couldn't help but swoon, a small crooked smile coming up his face. He could only wish for more moments like these to come.

He could endure getting hurt all over again if it meant to be under your care.

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Support class

Izuku is quite happy in support class; when he was a child and found out he was quirkless he thought he wasn't going to be able to enter UA. Now he's in support class and if he's being honest, he absolutely loves it; he's really excited whenever someone comes to him or sends their suits to the lab for Izuku to repair them or improve them.

Although he always manages to convince them to improve them.

Hatsume is one of his friends and she and Izuku are constantly trying to come up with different kinds of gear for the students in the hero courses.

It's true, they have made a couple of things explode and some of their classmates get slightly nervous when they're around, but they have managed to learn a lot from their own mistakes.

Usually, the students from class A and B send their suits, except for Iida, Yaoyorozu and Monoma (although he's certainly a pain in the ass) and the first two are always very nice to Izuku.

Since their work means their clothes are constantly getting ruined or tainted with grease, the professors are more willing to let them wear different kind of clothes.

Izuku prefers to wear thank tops and tight pants for mobility, although his classmates are constantly saying it's distracting; he doesn't know what they mean by that.

The only problem is that his childhood friend, Bakugo Katsuki, goes to that school too (he's in a hero course) and they didn't part on good terms. Katsuki started to be mean to Izuku in front of his other friends, but at the same time got upset when Izuku decided not to speak to him anymore.

However, Bakugo doesn't visit the lab often and when he does, Izuku is conveniently elsewhere. Besides, they say he usually goes there to complain about his suit.

Izuku doesn't touch his suit, although if he's being honest, he'd love to because he has a lot of ideas for it.

One day, Hatsume is not there, and Izuku's classmates forget to tell him about the explosive boy. He stomps his way inside the lab, followed by a very embarrassed Iida.

"Oi, you nerd!"

"His name is Midoriya!" Iida starts moving his arm up and down, scolding his classmate.

"Hah? Midoriya?"

There's no point in hoping he doesn't recognize his last name, because Izuku is tired of hiding. He turns around and pushes his safety goggles up.

"How can I help you?"

The moment their eyes meet the scowl disappears from Bakugo's face; he can't hide the surprise on his face.

"Deku?"

"It's been a while, Kacchan... sorry!" Izuku stammers, blushing to the tip of his ears for his own mistake. "I mean... Bakugo!"

"No!" The blond says immediately, startling Izuku. "I'm sorry... I mean... I don't mind the nickname, you can call me Kacchan if you want."

"Oh," honestly, this Baku–Katsuki is quite different from the child version of him Izuku remembers. He's more kind and Izuku likes it.

"Is it okay... no, that was an awful nickname..." Katsuki turns slightly pink and he starts rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Behind him, Iida is watching everything with his jaw dropped. "Can I call you Izuku?"

For some reason, Izuku thinks it'd be weird to hear Katsuki address him by his last name, so he nods, smiling shyly.

"Izuku is fine."

Katsuki smiles, a soft, very subtle smile that makes Izuku grin from ear to ear in return.

Maybe he can have his childhood friend back after all.

"I wanted to... uhh... talk about my hero suit."

"Great! I have a lot of ideas for it!" Izuku says excitedly, walking back inside. "Follow me! Oh, I'll be with you in a moment, Iida!"

They become friends again; Katsuki goes to the lab almost every single day and although Izuku's classmates don't like it that much, they can't kick him out either.

Then, more students from class A start visiting the lab, too, instead of just sending their suits.

"Midoriya! Who's Midoriya?" A pink girl asks one day, followed by a guy with bright red hair, one with yellow hair and a brown haired girl.

"Mina, stop!" The other girl grabs one of the girl's sleeves to pull her back outside.

"What? Don't tell me you're not curious about the guy who clearly tamed Blasty?"

Turning slightly pink, Izuku walks towards the group that looks back at him in awe.

"I don't think tamed is the right word," he mumbles. "I'm Kacchan's friend."

"Kacchan?" The one with yellow hair chuckles at the word. "Do you always call him by that cute name and he doesn't explode your face?"

"Why would he do that? Kacchan is very kind and gentle."

"WHAT?"

Izuku doesn't understand their shocked reactions, but he's glad they seem to get over it quickly and they introduce themselves.

"Wait here," Uraraka says then, as the others finally begin to ask questions about gear. Izuku is honestly very happy about the change of topic. "I need you to meet someone. I'll be right back!"

Todoroki turns out to be a very shy boy; he introduces himself to Izuku, but after that he doesn't say much.

He just stares at him.

Then, when Izuku is telling everyone he'd be happy to discuss modifications and new designs for their hero suits, Todoroki suddenly blurts out:

"You're cute."

"Oi, all of you, BACK OFF!"

Katsuki storms in the lab, growls at his own classmates and then moves Izuku behind himself. Which is honestly, ridiculous, it's not like they're dangerous or anything; Izuku has no idea what he's so worried about.

"It's okay, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles, putting a hand on the blond's shoulder. "Your friends are really nice! I like them!"

"I like you too, Midoriya."

"SHUT IT, HALF AND HALF!"

Turns out Katsuki can be grumpy and loud like he was when they were kids, although he doesn't actually hurt his classmates; he just has that kind of personality. They're used to it.

Although it seems he's extremely careful and soft with Izuku in particular, according to what Ashido and Uraraka tell him later.

Maybe it's because he still feels guilty about his behavior when they were kids.

Izuku can't find another explanation for it.

***

It seems Katsuki likes to watch him work because he always stays with him at the lab, whenever he has free time. At first it made Izuku really flustered to have Katsuki's staring at him intensely, but he has gotten used to it.

He comes running whenever he finds out there's been an explosion in the lab and always looks for Izuku first.

"Are you alright, Izuku?" He usually pulls the green haired boy into his arms first before making sure he isn't hurt.

"I'm fine, Kacchan! Look!" Izuku pushes a button on his new belt and an invisible shield activates around him. "See?"

Katsuki blinks a couple of times, fascinated. He tries to press his palm against Izuku, but he can't touch his skin.

"Where did you get this?" He asks, still surprised. Although he asks Izuku to deactivate it because Katsuki likes to touch him.

"I made them!" Izuku says happily. "For myself and my classmates!"

Katsuki blushes to the tip of his ears and pulls Izuku into another hug again.

"You're way out of my league, huh?"

"What?"

"It seems you really are a nerd!" Katsuki clears his throat, cheeks still pink. He doesn't repeat those words and Izuku is not sure he actually heard right, so he doesn't ask again. "Let's get lunch together..."

***

When Izuku wins a contest with one of his suit designs, Katsuki is the first one to congratulate him. He buys Izuku flowers and takes him to a cafeteria to celebrate.

They hang out with class A a lot, although Katsuki likes to spend time with Izuku alone.

When they start training together (Izuku uses a special suit he designed for himself) and sees Katsuki shirtless for the first time, Izuku realizes that he doesn't see Katsuki as a friend anymore.

He panics and starts avoiding him as a result; suddenly Izuku needs to focus on his work and needs to be alone, no, he can't hang out with Katsuki because there's no time for it.

However, Katsuki knows him too well and he realizes something's wrong right away; so despite all the negatives, he goes back to the lab and decides to confront Izuku.

Hatsume, because she's actually a traitor, leaves them alone.

At first it looks like Katsuki is pissed and is about to yell at him, but the blond just sighs and turns his head up, looking hurt.

"What did I do?"

"What?"

"Please..." Katsuki almost never uses that word, but he looks desperate and in pain. Izuku hates to see him like that: "Tell me what I did wrong... why don't you want to spend time with me anymore?"

Izuku hurt him. And that's the last thing he wanted.

It's time to stop being a coward.

"You did nothing wrong, Kacchan," Izuku assures him, grabbing his own arm in order to give himself courage. "It's... I realized I had a crush on you and I didn't know how to deal with it. I'm sorry. It's alright if you're uncomfortable, I unders–"

Katsuki kisses him on the lips before he can finish. Then, before Izuku can even say anything, he presses their foreheads together and stares into his eyes.

"Crush?" Katsuki chuckles, amused. "I win, nerd. Because I'm in love with you. I have been for a while now."

Izuku's face will stay permanently red at this point. He blinks, part of him thinking that he's dreaming.

"Would you go on a date with me, Izuku?"

Not trusting his own voice, Izuku nods, before kissing Katsuki back. Hatsume comes back in and clears her throat, reminding Izuku they have a lot of work to do.

It's alright, Izuku can kiss his boyfriend later.

***

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Tuna-Tober Day 16 - Din Djarin

pairing: Din Djarin x fem!mechanic!reader

prompt: against a window

word count: 2,252

content: smut! MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY! nipple play, choking (not in great detail, just a mention), fingering, unprotected PIV sex, language (in Mando'a that i found on here so who knows if its correct lmao). some cute FLUFF that had me kicking my feet it was so cute lol

dividers by: @saradika-graphics

tuna-tober masterlist / main masterlist

mando'a translations

mesh'la - beautiful Osi’kyr - oh shit

Moons ago… 

You were walking to a drop site where you were going to get some parts for a ship you were fixing when you passed by something that had you doing a double-take. After rubbing your strained and tired eyes, you blinked hard as you focused on the ship across from you. It couldn’t be! Looking at the time, you noted that if you did just a quick look around the craft, you would still be able to make the meeting with your parts dealer, so you headed toward the vintage ship. 

The ship in question was an ST-70 class Razor Crest M-111. This type of ship was used during the days of the Empire, and you hadn’t seen one since you were a child. Your father had worked on a few now and again over the years, but they got more scarce as time went on after the Empire fell. The broken ships that people commandeered in the chaos were how your dad taught you how to repair them into better condition than even new. 

It was how you ended up on this far-off planet in the Outer Rim. Your shop was mobile, on a souped up ship of your own that was able to accommodate you and your clients’ ever-changing ship repair needs. This time, you were on Florrum for someone who needed a tune-up on a freighter, and what should have been an easy fix turned out to be more complicated than they let on in their original consultation. Nevertheless, you were able to get into contact with the people who had the parts you needed to make the necessary repairs. 

Which is what had taken you to admiring the Razor Crest in front of you. Doing a quick walk around, you noticed that whoever the owner was had added some upgrades of their own. The original laser guns were replaced with more powerful ones for starters. It made you wary of being around the ship because heavy firepower could mean that the owner wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. You knew how important peoples’ ships were to them. 

As you stood looking at one of the side panels that had some wires poking out from what looked like where a deflector shield had failed, you heard heavy footsteps approaching. The unmistakable sound of a blaster being pulled from a holster met your ears before you heard a modulated voice say, “Step away from the ship.”

Putting your hands in the air, you slowly turned around to face the voice as you said, “I didn’t touch anything. Just admiring. And looking at this panel that needs repair.” When you turned around, you were face-to-face with a Mandalorian in shiny silver beskar who was hauling what looked to be a passed out man. “I-I see that you’re quite busy though, and I have to meet with someone for some repair parts for a Questor. Forget I was here,” you said quickly, not wanting him to pull the trigger on the blaster aimed right at your forehead. 

The man didn’t say anything nor did he move a muscle, but he also didn’t react to you turning and quickly making your exit, so you thanked the Maker as you tried to blow off the anxiety that had filled your entire body because of the encounter. Sure, there had been blasters pointed at you in the past over one thing or another, but the commanding presence of the Mandalorian had shaken you. Maybe it was the inability to see the face of the person pointing the blaster at you or the glint of the light off of the armor. Maybe it was the rifle poking out from over his shoulder or the many rounds of ammunition and explosives he had ready to use at a moment’s notice. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what happened to that man he was dragging along with him. 

Whatever it was though drove you to the nearest cantina after making more progress on the Questor you were tasked with fixing. The atmosphere inside was electric. It was the most lively place you had stepped into since being on this planet, and you knew lively and fun was just what you needed to relax. 

After a couple of drinks, you were finally starting to shake your anxiety when you heard from beside you the same voice from before saying, “I hear you’re the person to go to for ship repairs.” You tensed up for a moment upon hearing the voice, but the drinks in your system dulled the usually sharp edge of the guard you shielded yourself with. Looking over to the Mandalorian, you nodded silently. “Well, like you saw earlier, my ship’s in need of repair. There’s more than just cosmetic damage that I won’t discuss here. You’d earn more than your fair wages if you could fix it.”

And that was how you ended up traveling with the Mandalorian. Din Djarin. You learned quickly that he wasn’t all weapons and armor and intimidation. When he wasn’t in bounty hunter mode, he was a sweet and accommodating man who was fiercely protective of those close to him. Din had made space on his ship for all of your work supplies, and when he was gathering up bounties, you repaired ships in whatever area you were stationed at that day. 

Repairing the Crest was an almost daily occurrence and the main reason Din found himself tracking you down to another planet to ask you to travel with him. You thought the request odd at first, but after seeing the ship after one battle, you knew you needed to help the man out. On top of repairing the Crest as needed, you also helped take care of the spirited child Din found himself in charge of. Grogu. He tended to mess with things he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t usually anything a quick modification couldn’t fix. 

Living and working with someone on a daily basis had its way of pulling people close together, and no matter how much you and Din tried to keep things professional, your escalating feelings were inevitable. At first things started off physically when he found you in a compromising position in your bunk, thinking you had been hurt judging by the quiet noises he heard coming from the area. From there, things got more intimate. You noticed him ghosting his gloved hands over your arms as you worked around the ship, how he would put his hand gently on your lower back to guide you when you were both in the market for supplies, but especially in the way he called you mesh’la. You didn’t know how to speak Mando’a and Din never told you what the word meant, but even the modulator in his helmet couldn’t mask the fondness in his voice as he said the word. 

One night, the three of you were traveling on your ship to get parts you needed to fix the Crest. The dealer was clear across the galaxy though, so you were all in for a long trip. After getting Grogu to sleep and closing the door that held the bunks, you took a quick turn in the refresher. 

You came out with a towel wrapped around your body, having forgotten to grab your night clothes before heading in, but didn’t get too far before you felt supple leather caressing your skin as the towel was gently taken off of your body. The chill in the air made the hair on your arms stand on edge, and your nipples began to pebble, not only because of the cold, but because Din’s fingers were instantly on them the second they were revealed to him. 

A deep sigh left your chest as he began toying with your chest and a lazy smile made its way onto your lips as he began his ministrations. Because of the Creed, Din couldn’t take off his helmet around you, so you had never felt the pleasures of his mouth either for a simple kiss or more, further down your body. He learned how to get you riled up with his hands alone though. A few gentle caresses over your thighs, a gentle tweak of your nipples, and then a surprisingly light and sensual hand around your throat had your center begging to be filled in only the way he could. 

As your hands began making their way to the belt of his flight pants, Din began leading you to the front of the ship where you had a bay window that revealed the beautiful majesty of space flying past the ship. You gasped and arched your back as it hit the cold glass, and that gasp turned into a moan as Din slipped two now ungloved fingers into your core with ease. The smirk in his voice was audible as he commented, “Someone’s excited.”

“I have you giving me pleasure, of course I am,” you breathed, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you began pushing at the waistband of his flight pants. 

Before either of you knew it, Din had you hiked up and held against the window as his powerful hips thrusted into you, the angle something completely different and unfamiliar to you. It had your head rolling back and your jaw falling open in pleasure and your chest heaved as you let out sinful sighs and moans. As the blue and white lights of hyperspace flickered over your body, Din was suddenly filled with a feeling he had been fighting off since he met you and you began traveling together. Love. 

Without a second thought crossing his mind, Din whispered, “Keep your eyes closed.” 

“D-Din, what-?” you began to ask as he slowed down to a stop, keeping you pinned against the glass as you clung to his body. 

“Please. Just trust me,” he said. 

You nodded and kept your eyes closed as the sound of his helmet disengaging filled your ears. A quiet gasp left your lips before you asked, “Din, did you just…? The Creed-”

“Keep your eyes shut and you won’t have seen my face,” he said quietly, his true voice filling your ears. It was beautiful. Rich and sweet like a warm breeze washing over you. The words he said next hit you square in the chest and for a few moments you were lost for words. “Mesh’la. Beautiful. I love you,” he said in a breathless whisper before your lips were met with the gentlest of kisses. 

“I love you too,” you whispered against his surprisingly soft lips before deepening the kiss just a bit to test the waters. 

You were met with enthusiasm as Din kissed you back with fervor, finally starting to rock his hips into yours once more. When he did, you loosed a moan into his mouth as the added pleasure of kissing him completely heightened the pleasure he was giving you. “Osi’kyr! You feel so good,” he grunted out, his hand gripping tighter on your ass as he pounded into you. 

Any words you had to say in reply died on your tongue as Din switched from kissing your lips to your neck in a sloppy, open mouthed manner. The sensitive area getting attention was stimulating enough and had the coil in your core starting to tighten, but you began barrelling toward your high when Din latched onto your neck and sucked, surely with the intent of leaving a mark in his wake. He wanted to leave love bites all over you. They were something that would mark you as his. He wanted to be able to see the evidence of your intimacy throughout the week. For others to know that you were taken. 

He got so carried away in his mission to mark your neck, and only realized that you had hit your peak when the vibrations of a loud moan and a shout of his name were on his lips. The feeling of your core pulsing around him combined with the beautiful sounds, now unfiltered by his helmet got Din impossibly closer to his own high as you desperately coaxed his lips back up to yours so you could kiss him again. Your wanton moans on his lips drove him to his climax, and with a deep sigh, he filled you up, the pleasure sparking through his body unlike anything he had ever felt before. 

After a few moments of keeping you pressed up against the cool glass, Din lowered you down gently, your unsteady feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud. He began reaching for his helmet to don once again, but as if you could sense him doing so, you pulled him into another kiss before resting your forehead on his as you told him, “It can wait. I’ll keep my eyes closed. I just wanna kiss you. Please.”

And so he did. For hours, the two of you got lost in each other's lips. By the end of the night, you had been marked on practically every intimate area Din could reach, and you both learned how talented he was with his tongue. For that night, you kept your eyes closed, but soon after, you had found a suitable covering that Din approved of that you could wear when the two of you got intimate. You both had become addicted to the taste of one another, and you were way too far in love with Din Djarin to never kiss him again.

a/n: this turned out a lot fluffier than i intended, but you know what? it's kinda sorta very adorable! the words just kinda flowed out, but like...the hand on her lower back at the market?? i want it to be me! 🥰😭 i also didn't originally plan the love confession, but that just kinda came out too, whoopsie.

ps: yes, nearly half of this was plot, but to me, Din smut has to have some sort of plot leading up to it. i simply could not write it without a little background as to how we got here!

anyways! likes and comments are appreciated as always! xo, brooke <3

[thelovelywriteress]

➷ Hard-fist crush

▶︎ɪᴛᴏɴᴀ x ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Everyone would have seen you as some secret sister of Karma if wasn't for the distinct difference between you both.

He is cool and violent. You are annoyed and violent.

He punches people because he finds it cool. You punch people because they easily irritate you.

Class doubt they have ever see any other expression on your face except annoyance or angry.

Even though you're always have that scoff on your face, it wasn't a lie to say you got a pretty face. Many even conclude it as "waste for face like this."

When Itona finally join the class, you didn't care about him much. He joined the Terasaka gang and that was it. You see him as another student and someone else who you have to ensure.

It didn't take much time for Itona to learn about everyone in class, including you! He observed how boys compliment your looks and conclude how it oversee your violent behaviour too. Apparently your angry is got to be charm about you.

You and Itona didn't officially interact before one day you accidentally let your phone washed with your uniform. Now that your phone wasn't working, you need to spend god knows how on its repair. And you hate to spend your money on anything other than food.

As you were cursing yourself for being so careless, you come across Itona. Looks like he was checking some tools? Now like mention above you didn't officially interact before so you were kind of fighting yourself on whether you should go or not. Since you were in good mood you decide a casual hi wouldn't be much.

'What'cha doing? Looking at any other store to destroy?' Got to say you don't got best way to start conversation. Itona didn't react, heck he didn't even acknowledge your presence and it irked you. You was about to hit his head untill he finally said something to you too.

'You're that 'such a waste for pretty face', right?'

'Who?!'

Let's say Itona end up telling how Maehara and Okajima describe you and now you were planning all ways to hit them that they don't be able to ever walk again.

But again they weren't here right now and your phone was still not working. Sighing you ask him about any cheap mobile repairing shop. He does seems to be interested in these kinds of things, maybe he can give you lead?

Turns out he can't give you lead. HE IS LEAD. Bro specialise in mobile repairing too. Though you didn't trust him your phone, you reluctantly did give him your phone. Afterall he did seem type to be sure about its ability.

You decided to take him to a eating place. If he can repair your home, might repay him with food. You was munching on some food while his hand continue to do things with your phone.

You eyed him sometimes through repair process - unlike the times he wasn't part of your class his eyes look lot calmer now. On closer observation you notice his appearance; his hair look so white and soft. 'Are they soft too?' You subconsciously wonder.

"Here. It's done." You never realised you have been staring at him until Itona pulled his eyes towards you. You feel little embarrassed though you quickly hide it by checking your phone. Surprisingly it was working well.

"Wow. It's working so smoothly. Literally like a new one." This boy sure got good mechanic skills. He just nonchalant shrug and told he was just helping a classmate and munch on some food you order for him as payment. You did the same and it was silence for while.

"You aren't much violent like they describe you." He stated as you give him a werid look. Was he observing you? You started to feel little self-conscious but you quickly brushed it off. "What you interested to know about me?" You give a slight smirk,"Lots of guys in class are." Oh. "Since you're beast in beauty's body." What?

For next few moments you heard come information from Itona about how boys see you. "That fucking piece of shits- Maehara and Okajima!" You clutch your fist viens popping out. As Itona just keep munching on the food you gave him in exchange of information. He didn't seem to have any remorse for guys he sell out.

"Waste for a face like mine, huh?" You said in a low tone as you sat down. You were aware of the fact how much fist-lover you was but still it stings a bit how guys things about this and even disscus it in front of new guys. You weren't sure if you were annoyed by the fact you didnt hear a single good thing about you other than your body or that even new kid thinks you as some wild girl who didn't suit this body.

"They're wrong though." What? You quickly break out of your inner monologue as you stare at Itona, wanting him to justify his statement. "They say waste for a face like you but I think your personality suits your face very much." You don't know if he was saying this to confront you or what but you still feel arise of little happiness inside you. Plus basing on how Itona is, you felt statement was genuine. "I think if anything, you're overall cute." Huhhh! And for first time you were genuinely flustered too.

"If anything, you're overall cute. This sentence was playing rent free in your mind. "Argh! Stupid! Stupid!" You burried your face in your pillow as you remember the way he said it was like it was most obvious thing in world. And after that day you become visible flustered whenever Itona even pass through you.

"Don't come near me!"

"But I need to go out and it's only way to door."

"Shut up!"

You annoyed at students aren't weren't big deal but for some reason you were literally warry of every act of Itona.

"Here have it." You give him a cold medicine after you notice he had been sneezing all day. "

"Huh idiot like you forgot lunch. I am not even suprise." Proceeds to give him half of her lunch while taunting him some more.

Everyone was so confused like what the hell was going on between you and Itona untill Karma point out. "She literally got obvious crush on him idiots."

Yeah he knew because he do something same too. More you act all arrogant and mighty, more confused you get when you're in love. Bro probably do something same. 😒☝️

And it wasn't before everyone start teasing you both. Especially you, since you had punch almost everyone in the class and it was time for payback but only it wasn't payback cause you were ready to break bones of anyone who dare to do it.

Even they realised they can't tease you. They move towards Itona and he didn't even understand how they come to this conclusion - like don't you literally just taunt and pick on him all the time with side generous acts.

But with time even he started to get annoyed by it; "Yo Itona what's your favorite thing about her?" "When she punches you people so hard, you fly out of window."

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Itona my beloved. 🥹 Seriously we need more Itona content, especially without all yandere stuff. 😤☝️

[kalsiumi]

bake for a loved one

braid your hair

brush your hair

brush your teeth

buy flowers

call someone

carve wood

change your sheets

chew ice

clean out your e-mails

clean your fridge

clean your hairbrush

clean your keyboard

clean your makeup bag

clean your makeup brushes

clean your mirrors

clean your purse

clean your shoes

clean your windows

create a budget

create a memory box

create a new outfit

create a video

create a wishlist

crochet

dance

daydream

decorate your home

delete dead chats

delete old contacts

delete unneeded pictures

design a character

discover new music

do a jigsaw puzzle

do an exercise or yoga class on youtube

do cardio

do nothing

do yourself a manicure

do yourself a pedicure

do laundry

do yoga

draw a cartoon

draw your future house

draw your future self

draw yourself

drink a big glass of water

drink tea

dry brush yourself

dye something

enjoy the sun

exfoliate

explore new apps

feel your feelings

find a new perfume

find a new recipe

floss

focus on your breath

focus on your posture

fold your clothes like a professional

give yourself a lymphatic drainage massage

give yourself a massage

go for a bike ride

go for a walk

go swimming

go thrift shopping

go to the beach

go to the cinema

improve your routine

iron your clothes

join letterboxd

learn about a different culture

learn about birds

learn about flowers

learn about trees

learn a language

learn a new hair style

learn how to play chess or go

learn origami

learn to knit

light a candle

listen to an album

listen to an independent radio online

listen to a podcast

listen to the radio

make a bracelet

make a choreography

make a collage

make a gift for someone

make a gratitude list

make a list of great names

make a list of your favorite words

make a mobile

make a new pinterest board

make a playlist

make a plushie

make a red bracelet

make a shopping list

make a short film

make a to-do list

make candles

make coffee

make kimchi

make kombucha

make music

make recycled paper

make sorbet

make whatsapp stickers

make your bed

make your own game

make your own spice blend

make your own tea blend

meal prep

meet someone

moisturize

mop your floor

move your body

oil your hair

organize your closet

organize your files

organize your kitchen

organize your Notion

organize your phone

organize your spices

paint a picture

paint a still life

paint your future garden

paint your nails

pet your pet

plan a date

plan a menu

plan a movie night

plan a picnic

plan a road trip

plan a tattoo

plan a tea party

plan a trip

plant seeds

plan your best friend's birthday

plan your birthday

plan your day

plan your next halloween costume

play a board game with someone

play an instrument

play solitaire

play video games

play with your pet

practice meditation

practice makeup

practice walking

practice your handwriting

pray

press flowers

print a picture of your favourite safe food

print coloring pages

put on clothes

read a book

read aloud

read a magazine

read manga

read positive affirmations

read the newspaper

rearrange the furniture

repair something

reply a message

research a topic

rewatch your favourite movie

sanitize your phone

sauna

sell something

send a postcard

sew something

sharpen your pencils

shave

shop lingerie

show love to someone

sing

sleep

solve crosswords

sort out your bills

spend time in nature

stretch

study

take a long shower

take a nap

take online quizzes

take out the trash

take pictures in nature

take your vitamins

teach your pet something

tell the binge that you are stronger than it

tie-dye something

try to decide what is your favourite something

tweeze your brows

unfollow accounts you don't like anymore

update your calendar

update your passwords

use a face mask

use essential oils

vacuum

visit an antiquarian bookshop

visit a café

visit a botanical garden

visit a cemetery

visit a library

visit a museum

visit an art gallery

visit your relatives

walk at the mall

walk somewhere new

wash dishes

wash your hair

wash your pillows

watch a concert

watch a documentary

watch a fashion show

watch a movie

watch anime

watch a short film

watch a video essay

watch mukbangs

watch the clouds go by

watch youtube

water your plants

wrap a gift

write a letter

write a list of all the things you want to achieve

write and illustrate a children's book

write a song

write a thank you card

write in your journal

write to your penpal

write your own list of what to do instead of binge eating

[rose-ellis]

Library AUs

I love a good Library AU - if there's one in a fandom I'm part of, I've probably read it. Some are pretty accurate…others not so much.

And listen, I'm not usually a stickler about job accuracy in other people's fics cause I understand that we aren't all doctors, firefighters, innkeepers, or whatever other job we give our characters, and most of us don't have people in our lives that we could ask questions to. So if a fic writer doesn't know everything about a job, it's totally fine.

But one thing that I see a lot in Library AUs that irks me is fic writers making their characters work in a library on a whim because it's an "easy job." Maybe they're using it to pay for school or just putting in time until they find their true calling.

It may be surprising to learn that to work in most libraries, you need some sort of formal library education. There's the university route of getting a BA and MA in Library and Information Science, or the college/vocational route of Library and Information Technician programs, among others.

Of course there are exceptions, particularly in smaller, rural public libraries - there's always going to be exceptions. But if your character works in a mid-to-large sized city public library or as a full-time (non-student) staff at an academic library in the 21st Century, they basically have to have a library degree.

Being a librarian/library tech is more than just greeting people and scanning their books.

It's organizing programs and events based on the demographics and needs of the community - reading and literacy groups, after school activities, social gatherings for lonely seniors, budgeting and cooking classes for college kids, hosting mobile health clinics, etc.

It's knowing where to find reliable information and resources when a patron asks a question - books for a public/high school project, academic articles for college students, info about immigration and citizenship for newcomers, by-laws for someone fighting a parking ticket, community resources for those needing assistance, etc.

It's caring for the library's collection on a tight budget to better serve the community - ordering new releases, subscribing to useful databases, purchasing licenses for ebooks, repairing damaged items, weeding redundant material, etc.

It's sorting the library's new acquisitions - understanding how to find and build numbers in the Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress Classification systems (among others), creating cataloguing records, assigning subject headings, etc. to make the collection searchable.

It's finding someone their next book, helping them create and print their resume, and teaching them how to use their new device.

It's a million little things that no one thinks about.

And I may be screaming into the void because I know that 99% of that won't ever make it into fics. I get it - it's very dry and ruins the fantasy of working at a library. I'm not suggesting that you should have your characters spouting Dewey numbers left and right. And I know that it’s fanfic - it’s supposed to just be something fun and cute. It would just be nice to see it written like it's an actual career instead of an easy little filler position that anyone can do on a whim.

tl;dr: being a librarian is not an "easy job" - most librarians actually have degrees in library science. Show librarians some love by not undervaluing their hard work.

Sincerely,

a very tired library technician student

[local-idiotic-texan]

UHHWISHEOEBEL SO.. UHM.. PEKELN UHMM OKAY I'LL DO THIS ANOTHER POST

Filler post for now though!! AHEM!! SITE-61 AND IT'S DEPARTMENTS ARE WEIRD:

Security Department - First Line of Defense. The On-Site Guard. The Security Force.

Class-D - The test subjects :3

Scientific Department - Your doctore. The fuckin NEEEEERRRRDDDDSSSS!!!

Medical Department - Your LITERAL Doctores. ALSO NERDS!!!!

Physiology Department - EW THERAPISTS

Mobile Task Force - The guys who do the same thing as Field Agents except they also fight in proxy wars against GoIs for The Foundation :3

Nine Tailed Fox - YOU NEVER WANNA HEAR THESE GUYS BE ACTIVE. SOMETHING WENT ABSOLUTELY WRONG IF YOU HEAR OR SEE THEM GET DEPLOYED. THEY GO INSIDE SITES. NOT OUT OF THEM. INTO THEM.

Foundation Personnel - Basically every single person. If you don't apply for a department, this is what you're in.

Field Crew - It's a department nobody's actually in forever. You get assigned to a temporary crew, and then either get the weapons to go hunt someone or something down (Field Agents) or are assigned something to study or capture that's put in the wild. (Field Researchers)

Janitorial Staff - Clean up the messes personnel and anomalies leave behind.

Custodial Staff - NEVER MISTAKE THEM FOR THE JANITORIAL CREW OR THEY WILL GIVE YOU MOP WATER. The people who work the mess halls, canteens, cafeterias, whatever you call them? They're the chefs behind it all. They're also in charge pf emergency rationing of water and food, providing anomalies with their meals, and more! :)

Internal Security Department - Site Directors, basically. Make sure things are running correctly.

The O5 Council - "but that's not a department!! 🥺" WRONG!!! IT'S THEIR REPRESENTATIVES! THEIR PERSONAL ADVISORS! THEIR SECRETARIES AND ASSISTANTS! HELL, EVEN THE RED RIGHT HAND IS PART OF THIS DEPARTMENT OF THE SAME NAME!

Board of Classification - One per Object Class. A group of people who determine which object gets what object class, why, and how to contain said object. Case. by. case.

Intelligence Agency - Spies, scouts, and bugs for The Foundation. Usually former theater kids.

Ethics Committee - Make sure morals aren't being broken. Surprisingly? Both the strongest and weakest department. Capable of overthrowing The Administrator if support for the cause is UNANIMOUS but also have to find a workaround to "FOR A SCIENCE!!"

Theology Department - Bunch of religious people. Study scripture. Build chapels into their locations, even when it's unauthorized.

Monitoring Committee - FUCKING SNITCHES. "The Ethics Committee is the worst!! 🙄" WRONG!! MONITORING COMMITTEE. FUCKING "O5's Eyes and Ears" IS THEIR NICKNAME THEY FUCKING SNITCH ALL THE GODDAMN TIME OHMYGOD I FUCKING HATE THEM ALL I HOPE THEY DIE

Paedology Committee - Started FROM Site-61, actually! Dedicated to Anomalous Children getting a fucking normal childhood, and a good education! Board of Education, basically. :)

Maintenance and Repair Crew - Makes sure Site Infrastructure is maintained.

Internal Technician Department - Screams because "my computer won't turn on ://" and it's just because you haven't charged it.

Library of Records - Look around in Foundation History to archive lost files, updates records and files ranging from minute details about a person's life to major breakthroughs in Foundation and GoI History!

Federal Administration - World Governments and Politics found out about 2012 :( LUCKILY!! Not that political in Site-61 (as a series). Most members ARE politicians or representatives of their local areas, but sometimes (like the characters who are part of this department in Site-61!!) They're just random civilians who got accepted into The Foundation AS "politicians" so now they're stuck in their offices making legislature or whatever.

Department of Public Affairs - The Public found out about 2012 :( LUCKILY!! This department exists! It's mostly full of retirement-aged people (60 - 80) who wanna still receive a paycheck so all they do in exchange is represent The Foundation out in public and approve of what the public can and cannot do with the information they have about certain anomalies

yeah :3

[ambyandony]

Illuso monster au concept sketch (very very sketch quality)

Illuso (probably his first name but idk his last)

mirror ghost

presumably dead human - definitely dead (thats most ghosts most ghosts are dead. non-dead ghosts are classed under spirits) i've established that he's dead

COD unknown (he doesnt like to talk about it) (most ghosts do not like to talk about it. I recommend not asking ghosts about the circumstances of their deaths.)

whatever it was was probably fairly traumatic and he misses being alive. he is spiteful towards prosciutto, who is a lich (basically voluntarily zombified himself with necromancy in a bid to achieve immortality) LEARN TO DIE LIKE A REAL MAN FUCKHEAD I DIDNT DIE A GRUESOME DEATH TO SEE SOME PASTY-ASS BLOND FUCKER EVADE DEATH LIKE A FUCKING COWARD

He is only able to appear in mirrors / reflections. While he's able to be outside of mirrors, he is invisible / inaudible (unless under certain conditions). When seen inside of mirrors, his skin and particularly eyes appear to be shattered, so it's possible that when he manifests in a mirror, he's accompanied by a cracking noise when he moves as the mirror breaks. The mirrors only appear broken where he is, so they probably repair themselves when it comes to specifically this.

his fingers are often seen broken off in a jagged fashion, which makes his body appear to actually be glasslike or maybe statuesque. Which fingers are broken may not always be consistent, and the extent to which they are broken can differ, but his hands are never fully intact. Sometimes they are missing completely (though never both at once... at least hopefully, ‘cause that would fucking suck for the poor bitch).

other parts including his arms and legs (and maybe even his ponytails on rare occasion) can sometimes also be seen 'broken off'. whether this affects him directly in terms of him "actually" missing those parts is questionable. but if he's manifested and his leg appears damaged it does seem to impact his mobility, and its not entirely clear when or how these breakages occur / repair / change / etc

his ponytails also appear jagged somehow

illuso likely spends a lot of his time in the mirror world because it's the only place where he actually exists as a physical entity and can (possibly?) make physical contact with people. hes actually very lonely and really misses the ability to hug people under normal circumstances but of course he would never fucking admit that.

Being in the mirror world isn't necessarily the same as manifesting inside of the mirrors, though it appears similarly; when manifested inside of a mirror, he sort of becomes part of the mirror, whereas when in the mirror world, he can actually move around independently from where the mirror is despite being ‘inside’ the mirror still. In both cases, he is visible, but intangible outside of the mirror world itself, since he's inside of the mirror, and not just being seen reflected in the mirror. He can therefore be outside the mirror, wherein he's 'semicorporeal': he can kinda be made contact with, but is completely invisible and would mostly just get in the way, and only his reflection is actually being seen.

Sorbet's Stand (Super Trouper) has an ability that is light-based (it pretty much uses light to knock people out). This could be a bit troublesome considering Illuso has to be in a mirror to manifest which perhaps risks redirecting Super Trouper's light which was funny once (despite Gelato's rage) but problematic the second time

There's most likely at least one mirror in almost every room of La Squadra's Hideout, because Illuso would be unable to interact or communicate properly with the others otherwise. illuso everywhere system

Formaggio has used Little Feet to shrink down mirrors for easy illuso transportation and im not sure if theyve just forgotten that compact mirrors are a thing orrrr……..

[mxchineherald]

mobility aids

For the vast majority of his life, Viktor has needed to use a mobility aid to walk, starting with a cane before transitioning to a crutch in his late twenties.

When using a cane, Viktor would default to his right side, the bad one, despite the proper method suggesting he use it on the left. This was because of the amount of pain that he would endure with each step. To lessen the discomfort without the need for drugs, he would put his full weight on the cane, using it, essentially, as a replacement for his right leg.

This, however, led to hip and shoulder issues over time, and Viktor was directed to use his cane in the proper fashion for the last year before his accident with the stairs. He partly blames having to use the cane outside of his habits for the fall.

canes

The first cane he ever got was when he was a child, just after recovering from a flare that almost took his life. The cane was made from petrified drift wood and a scavenged handle. It was once broken in half by a factory child who bullied him relentlessly, but was repaired by his mother, Anya.

The next cane came when he was older, having grown far too tall for his child-sized one. His mother recycled the handle, fixing it atop a scavenged metal rod. This functioned not only as a cane, but a possible bludgeon against would-be assailants in the alleys of the Lanes.

The third cane was a gift from Heimerdinger - a custom made, solid oak cane, painted white and gold with red leather over the gilded handle. He treasured it, proudly using it as he attended Piltover Academy for classes and his assistant work. However, he knew the reason for the gift. It was to prevent him looking too unprofessional next to the dean of the Academy and head of the Council. It was later broken in half when used as a bar across Heimerdinger's office door, when he and Jayce were attempting their first steps of the Hextech Project.

the crutch

After his accidental fall down the stairs, Viktor required extensive surgery to save his ability to walk, including knee and ankle surgeries, as well as a spinal surgery. Even with the experimental salvaging of his joints and spine, Viktor was left barely able to place weight on his right side. It was possible that he would be confined to a wheelchair, but was able to regain his ability to walk through intense physical therapy and determination.

The crutch provided to him by the hospital was plain and uncomfortable, causing sores and bruises under his arm as he tried to work with it. Due to this, Jayce personally made him a new crutch, custom matched to his height and weight, and designed to be easily disassembled for packing or transport. Viktor deeply appreciated the gift, and treasured it even beyond his need for its use.

[omgthatdress]

I’m assuming Maryellen’s Vacation Playsuit is meant to go with her Airstream trailer, campfire cook set, and hiking accessories, even though it looks like it’s much more suited to playing at the beach instead of a rugged hike through the woods. Would really like to see a proper hiking ensemble for her, but the playsuit is fucking adorable so I’m just gonna love it.

And her airstream. OMFG WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. LOOK AT HOW FUCKING ENORMOUS IT IS.

Trailers, campers, RVs, and mobile homes were popularized in the 1950s as outdoorsy home-away-from-homes for the middle class. You could tow one behind your car and have a way to travel and go camping that didn’t involve actually experiencing discomfort.

People figure out pretty quick that they made for decent living spaces, and they were actually advertised as being a mortgage-free way to own a home.

Anyone who grew up in America knows that “trailer” quickly became synonymous with “trash.” To show how the mobile home went from an object of middle-class luxury to one primarily associated with poverty, I’m going to trace the history of what was once the skankiest trailer park in Seffner: the Scarab Trailer Park.

The property was bought in 1951 back before Seffner suburbanized, and it was primarily orange groves and scrubland. It had several trailers permanently parked there, as well as a couple of small office buildings. It rented trailers for the week, so families living in Tampa who wanted to get away for the weekend could come out and enjoy nature.

By all accounts, it was a really nice place, and had it been preserved, the trailers there would have been excellent relics of mid-century design. Along with vacationing families, the single-week rentals made the trailers popular abodes for the migrant farm workers who came in to work the orange groves.

Soon, Seffner went from being out in the boonies to being the suburbs. Two strip shopping centers were built on either side of the park. Families didn’t want to vacation here any more. The week-long rentals meant that the park was now primarily being occupied by the very poor and transient. In the 1970s, the property was sold to a new owner who was very uninterested in keeping the park the nice place it once was. One of the other things about living in trailers is that they weren’t built to last like a proper home is. They started falling apart, and their tenants didn’t have the money to make repairs. By the 90s, the Scarab Trailer Park was fucking gross.

In 2004, the property was once again sold, and the new owner evicted the tenants on very short notice, leaving them effectively homeless.

The trailers were torn down, and today the property is a Tractor Supply Store. Landlords are scum of the fucking earth. Capitalism must be destroyed.

[robinsonprojection]

--- NESENCorp IX "Ixion" Class Long-Range Tactical Warform ---

Originally created for the Lord Protectorate of The Core's army during the failed 9th succession war, the Ixion is an artillery mech which uses oversized arms mounted on rails to fling extremely heavy javelin like rockets at the then popular heavily shielded Warforms. Traditionally these Warforms would charge en-mass towards the enemy, relying on the sheer number of projectiles to take care of the majority of the enemy.

Remaining Warforms of this class belong largely to high-class mercenary pilots, some of which are veterans of the wars fought by these Warforms surviving with expensive de-aging surgeries, or more rarely being processed into a MindCore to be placed within the Warform to allow more junior pilots to effectively use the it.

STATS ---

Power --- A+ --- Boasting some of the highest in class point damage by any known Warform, anything hit by an Ixion's javelin is going to feel it.

Range --- B --- Lacking any particular option for bombardment of fortified positions, the rule of thumb is that if you can see it on the horizon from the cockpit of the Warform, you can hit it with a Javelin.

Durability --- C --- Although it has quite a high blast resistance, its joints in particular are very open, leaving it vulnerable to stray critical hits, especially when under heavy fire.

Repair --- D- --- Notoriously difficult to repair, in particular the rail mechanism for its arms. A common tactic is to permanently scuttle one of the Warform's arms and replace it to let its parts be used to maintain the other.

Mobility --- C+ --- It's four legged stance lends it stability and greater straight-line speed, but it is hampered by vertical movement, preferring wide open battlefields.

NOTABLE VARIANTS ---

Type A "Veteran" --- The kind driven by veteran pilots, both arms are likely to work and to be supplied with Javelins.

Type B "Mercenary" --- Less likely to be repaired properly, but still in possesion of its arms, oftentimes the more problematic joints in the neck and arms will have been armored up to allow them to engage in heavy fighting.

Type C "Platform" --- Used as a weapons and supply platform rather than as a combat Warform, usually as a result of the upper segment being destroyed and replaced with a less complex driving system to use the durable, high speed lower body.

Individual "Throne" --- Belonging originally to a veteran before being captured by the West Rim Bandit Lord, this Warform was modified to act as a throne for the Lord's personal LRA III "Screech Owl" Class Light Patrol Warform, with its head angled at a 90 degree angle upwards and reinforced with incredible amounts of armor.

Individual "SilverFist" --- A dueling warform belonging to the late Heir Protectorate, attaching a modified Ixion head to a more traditional bipedal Warform. It's name derives from its propensity to strip the top layer of paint and metal off of its fist when using the Ixion's rail mechanism to fire a punch.