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amrutmnm · 3 months ago

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Inside the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Boom

The Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market is experiencing a significant transformation driven by technological innovation, regional expansion, and evolving aircraft manufacturing requirements. With growing demand for lightweight yet robust aircraft structures, riveting technologies are no longer just about joining metal — they are at the heart of precision engineering, structural integrity, and sustainable aerospace production. According to industry projections, the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market is set to grow from USD 109 million in 2023 to USD 134 million by 2028, at a CAGR of 4.3%.

The future of aircraft assembly and design is inextricably tied to the evolution of riveting solutions, from pneumatic riveting equipment to emerging laser and friction stir welding technologies. Aerospace companies are embracing sophisticated aerospace manufacturing equipment to meet the increasing complexity of modern aircraft.

Technological Advancements Reshaping the Market

The modern aerospace industry requires riveting solutions that align with evolving aircraft design paradigms. With lightweight composites replacing traditional metals and structural complexity increasing, aircraft assembly tools must deliver superior precision, reliability, and adaptability.

Innovations such as laser riveting and friction stir welding are transforming the industry. These technologies enhance the strength and fatigue resistance of joints without increasing weight — a crucial factor for fuel efficiency. These riveting technologies in aviation go far beyond traditional mechanical fastening methods, marking a new era for aerospace structural design.

In this context, the demand for automated riveting solutions has surged. Whether it’s the consistent force of pneumatic riveting tools or the programmable logic of robotic riveters, equipment manufacturers are investing heavily in R&D to push the boundaries of what's possible.

Navigating Regulatory Compliance and Certification Challenges

Despite the remarkable innovations, the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market must continuously navigate a landscape marked by stringent regulatory oversight. Compliance with certification standards imposed by authorities like the FAA and EASA requires exhaustive testing, validation, and documentation.

For manufacturers of aerospace fastening systems, aligning with these requirements can mean significant investments in quality control, materials testing, and system validation. Every change in design or equipment functionality must be rigorously vetted before deployment in aircraft production lines.

The time-intensive nature of certification not only impacts innovation timelines but also shapes how quickly the market can respond to new trends and technological disruptions. It places a premium on strategic collaboration between aerospace manufacturers, equipment suppliers, and regulatory bodies.

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The Role of Pneumatic Riveting Equipment in 2023

In 2023, pneumatic riveting equipment is leading the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market. It offers the best of both worlds — precision and speed — making it an ideal choice for applications requiring secure fastening without compromising on efficiency.

These tools dominate the assembly line in both OEM and aftermarket segments, providing cost-effective, reliable performance. As aircraft structures become more complex, the consistent output of pneumatic riveters is essential in maintaining production quality across vast fabrication environments.

Moreover, pneumatic riveting equipment is favored for its reduced maintenance costs and long-term reliability, especially in settings where uninterrupted production is a priority.

OEMs Driving Growth in the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market

The OEM segment plays a pivotal role in propelling the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market forward. These manufacturers are the cornerstone of aircraft design and production, continuously seeking riveting solutions that ensure structural soundness, lightweight integration, and efficient assembly.

OEMs, which build original aircraft components, require tools that are tailored to meet highly specific structural and performance criteria. As such, the choice of hydraulic, pneumatic, or electric riveting equipment is often determined by the material type, geometry of the joint, and production environment.

With an emphasis on precision, OEMs set the benchmark for aerospace riveting equipment manufacturers, demanding innovation that enhances both speed and safety.

Dominance of Fixed Riveting Equipment

When it comes to mobility, the fixed equipment segment currently dominates the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market. Fixed systems are essential for high-volume aircraft production, offering stable, high-precision riveting capabilities for large structural components like fuselages and wings.

This dominance stems from the need for consistency and accuracy. As aircraft safety standards tighten, fixed aerospace manufacturing equipment ensures that every rivet is placed with microscopic precision, minimizing assembly errors and ensuring compliance with international aviation regulations.

Their stationary nature allows integration with automation systems, enhancing throughput and reducing human error — a vital requirement in modern aerospace production facilities.

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North America's Influence on the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market

North America remains the leading region in the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market, driven by the presence of aerospace giants like Boeing and Lockheed Martin, as well as a dense network of component suppliers and tooling manufacturers.

The region's strong focus on R&D, coupled with significant investment in manufacturing infrastructure, fuels continuous innovation in aircraft riveting technology. Additionally, North America's proactive regulatory framework ensures that new equipment and processes meet stringent safety and performance standards.

This ecosystem encourages rapid adoption of advanced riveting methods, from electric riveting equipment to fully automated robotic arms designed for aerospace fabrication.

Global Aerospace Riveting Equipment Ecosystem: Company Analysis

The global ecosystem of the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market is supported by key players such as Ingersoll Rand, Cherry Aerospace, Stanley Engineered Fastening, Brown Aviation Tool Company, and LAS Aerospace Ltd.

These companies are instrumental in developing, refining, and deploying aerospace assembly equipment worldwide. Their strategic partnerships with OEMs and Tier-1 suppliers make them central to the evolution of the global aircraft production industry.

By focusing on innovation, compliance, and regional diversification, these players ensure they remain competitive in a market where technological adaptation is critical. The shift toward AI-enhanced riveting systems is also opening doors for smarter, more adaptive tooling solutions.

The Role of Artificial Intelligence in Aerospace Riveting Equipment

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is revolutionizing the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market by enabling predictive maintenance, adaptive force control, and real-time quality assurance. Integrating AI into riveting machines improves operational efficiency, minimizes human error, and boosts manufacturing scalability.

AI-powered systems can adjust in real time based on material type, joint configuration, and environmental conditions, making riveting more intelligent and less reliant on manual oversight. These systems are particularly valuable in automated riveting environments, where precision and consistency are essential for meeting aerospace safety standards.

As AI continues to evolve, it is expected to become a standard feature in aerospace fastening systems, driving a new wave of smart manufacturing technologies.

Market Opportunities in Emerging Regions

While North America remains dominant, Asia-Pacific is quickly emerging as a high-growth region for the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market. As countries like India and China expand their aerospace capabilities, the demand for sophisticated riveting solutions will follow.

Regional expansion offers lucrative opportunities for global companies to establish partnerships, customize products for local needs, and embed themselves in rapidly growing aerospace ecosystems. The adoption of advanced aircraft assembly tools in these regions is driven by increasing air travel demand, government investment, and local production initiatives.

This geographic diversification not only expands market reach but also insulates companies from the cyclical nature of aircraft orders in traditional markets.

The Market Outlook for the Next Five Years

Looking ahead, the Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market is poised for sustained, innovation-driven growth. As aircraft designs become more complex and lightweight materials become more prevalent, demand for precise, efficient, and compliant riveting equipment will increase.

In the next five years, we can expect further integration of automation and AI, expansion into emerging markets, and a sharper focus on energy-efficient and environmentally sustainable riveting solutions. The growth trajectory suggests a strong market for both manual riveting techniques and high-end, programmable systems that cater to next-gen aircraft.

Despite ongoing challenges such as production cycle dependence and regulatory hurdles, the market's outlook remains optimistic. Companies that prioritize innovation, quality, and adaptability are set to lead the way in this evolving landscape.

The Aerospace Riveting Equipment Market is entering a new era where technology, compliance, and global demand converge. Whether it's through the precision of fixed riveting equipment, the flexibility of pneumatic systems, or the intelligence of AI-driven tools, the market is evolving rapidly to meet the challenges and opportunities of modern aerospace engineering.

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fightinggamegirlfriend · 7 months ago

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I am coming to terms with the fact that SMT is a nearly 40 year old franchise who’s whole premise starts because a teenage boy who absolutely needed therapy decided to get revenge on his school, and apparently he decided to do so by summoning demons using a goddamn computer program of all things…

#SURE. Demon summoning with technology!!! Riveting!! /sarcasm #Technically it would be more primitive computers but understandably at a time when they were accessible regularly #I can understand how someone would think they have the power to summon demons #shallow rambles #tenseiposting

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jayrockin · 1 year ago

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You have been visited by the Talita of encouragement. She believes in you. I drafted this for a sticker design and was worried it was a little too corny but it was extremely well received on poll, so maybe I just need to be more optimistic and cringe and free. Rosie the Riveter is a actually a great fit for Talita since she's also a lady in aerospace technology, though she's probably ripped more rivets out than put them in.

#talita #runaway to the stars #rosie the riveter #jayart #aliens

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sincerelystarry · 12 days ago

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( ☆ ) . * so i fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit . . . every day with someone new !!

modern au — f!reader x finnick odair — finnick odair masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #008

ask : “Hii, can I ask for medium size box of strawberry cookies with flaky salt, strawberry puree and oreo crumbles?🕊” — anon

summary : you’re not quite sure why you agreed to a blind date, set up by your friend johanna, who said she knew a guy that was looking for a girl just like you. being stood up by the ever-so-chivalrous finnick odair only made you realize you should never trust johanna to set you up with anyone ever again. though, when he fixes his mistakes, you realize you don’t need johanna to set you up with anyone new for a different reason than you originally thought.

warnings : modern technology is lame, miscommunication via failed-to-deliver text messages, johanna mason mention, finnick is a good man and fixes his mistakes its ok, finnick odair is clueless abt girls though, despite him being extremely hot, finnick odair is a little bit autistic ngl, overall pretty cute and sweet

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You’re not sure why you agreed to this. Maybe it was because you’ve been incredibly lonely for the past year. Maybe it’s because Johanna sent you some guy’s—Finnick Odair’s—Instagram over DMs one day captioned with ‘He’s been moping since his last girlfriend broke up with him and won’t shut up about it. Are you free on Saturday to put me out of my misery?’

You spent your Wednesday night Insta-stalking some guy you haven’t even met, scrolling through photos of him doing various standard-white-boy activities, such as fishing or hiking or videos of him working out. Not super different from many guys you’ve dated in the past, all of whom have been assholes. But you also knew that Johanna didn’t like many people, so if she could consider this guy a friend, maybe it was worth a shot. It also helped a lot that he’s extremely hot and also extremely shirtless in many of his photos.

You messaged Johanna back, agreeing to go out with the guy. By Thursday night, you and Finnick had made plans to go to dinner at some fancy restaurant in the city. You had gotten all dressed up for it, taking special time on your hair and makeup, feeling all pretty in a new dress you bought last weekend. Finnick said he’d pick you up at seven to take you to the restaurant, and you had confirmed with him that afternoon.

Now, it’s 6:55, and you’re anxiously checking your phone, waiting on your couch for him to text you he’s here or ring your doorbell or something. The minutes tick by so slowly they feel like hours. 7:00, you text him. No response. 7:15, you text him again, still nothing. 7:30, you call him twice and he doesn’t pick up either time.

By the time it’s 8:00, you’re pissed and upset. He’s an hour late, if he’s even showing up at all. You give up, returning to your bedroom, changing into your pajamas and washing off your makeup, taking your hair down and curling in bed with some cheesy guilty-pleasure movie and a large tub of ice cream.

You’re not really sure why you’re so upset about him not showing up. You’ve never even met the guy, the two of you had barely texted. Most of it had been him sending you lame videos of cute sea animals, like otters holding hands or baby seals playing with each other, and you responding with ‘lol us.’ Sometimes your conversations were a bit longer, of him rambling about something or other over a voice message. Something about whales and evolution.

You didn't really care about it, but you would give him paragraphs in response anyway, because it seemed to make him happy. It was hardly riveting conversation, all very boring and niche, even to you. But he seemed to want more than to just get into your pants. Maybe that’s why you counted so much on him being a good guy, a guy that wouldn’t stand you up like he did tonight.

A few hours into the night, the carton of ice cream is empty, and you’re half asleep, curled up under your covers, still dejected over the evening’s events. The loud ringing of your phone jolts you out of the half-slumber you’re in, making you reach out and fumble to answer it.

“Hello?” you mumble as you put it on speaker phone.

“I’m going to kill him,” Johanna’s voice comes through. “I’ve been out all day, I just saw your message. What do you mean he stood you up?”

“I mean he stood me up, Jo,” you say, stifling a yawn as you rub at your eyes. “I mean he said he’d pick me up at seven and it’s—” you pause to check the time. 12:27. “—past midnight and I haven’t heard from him since we confirmed the date this afternoon.”

“There has to be an explanation, right? I mean, I’ve known Finnick for years, he wouldn’t just do this.”

“Maybe it took a date with me to push him over the edge,” you snort, curling further into your bed.

You hear Johanna sigh on the other end of the line, but don’t get much of a response for a few minutes.

“I’ll talk to him about it,” she says finally. “But it’s late. Try to get some sleep. Don’t beat yourself up over him, any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Jo. Night.”

“Goodnight.”

Finnick feels terrible. The woman he calls his grandmother, Mags, as she basically raised him since he was a boy, though they’re not technically related, got into a nasty car incident the previous night. He was supposed to go on a date but had to stay by her side. Not because she was grievously injured or anything, but just because it felt like something he needed to do, for his own consolation. He had sent his date a quick text message, ‘i’m so sorry, can we take a raincheck? my grandmother got into an accident and i need to be with her tonight. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow, i promise’ and hadn’t looked at his phone for the rest of the night, keeping it on silent.

He felt like shit when he sent the text. Johanna had gone through the trouble of setting him up with an extremely cute girl and now he was blowing her off for Mags. Hopefully she’d understand. Besides, he’d make it up to her tomorrow with pizza and a mini-date.

He didn’t realize until now, at 12:37 in the afternoon after just waking up and checking his phone, that the text didn’t go through. He had two texts and two missed calls from you, and maybe a million of both from Johanna, asking him what the hell was wrong with him for basically ghosting her best friend. That slightly offended him, as he thought he was Johanna’s best friend, but he quickly refocuses on the actual problem.

Finnick immediately gets dressed and speeds out the door, practically sprinting to all sorts of places. He stops by a little cafe first for a coffee and quick breakfast of an egg-and-cheese bagel before hurrying to a pizza place. He gets side-tracked on the way as he passes by a florists’ shop, the scent of fresh flowers enticing him.

He browses the selection for a bit, not sure of what to get as he’s always been shit at picking out stuff for girls. Flirting was his forte, with his words and “natural charisma,” as he’d cockily call it. Picking out gifts? Not so much. But he felt like he owed you something other than a lame “I’m sorry” and a pizza.

As he searches, one of the florists approaches him, a kind-looking older woman, maybe in her sixties. “Can I help you look for something, dear?” she asks him. “Buying for your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he answers automatically, choosing not to correct her. Girlfriend was more concise than ‘date I accidentally stood up last night and now I need flowers to apologize to her with.’ “What flowers mean guilt or apology or ‘I’m so fucking sorry’?”

The florist stares at him for a bit, then gives him a sympathetic smile. “Did the two of you get into an argument?” she asks, picking out a few flowers for a bouquet.

“Yeah, uh, something like that,” he nods.

After a few moments, she hands him a bouquet of blue and white flowers. “Bluebells, for humility and everlasting love. White peonies, for guilt and apology. I’m sure with a man like you, your girl will forgive you right away. You can get the flowers wrapped at the register. Good luck, dear”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Finnick gratefully accepts the flowers, getting them wrapped in the crinkly brown paper that he’s heard girls like a lot, the bouquet tied off with a white-lace ribbon.

After paying for the flowers, he continues on his route to the pizza place, a nice family-owned place. He’s not quite sure what you would like or if you have any dietary restrictions, and is too scared to call Johanna and ask, so he gets a half-cheese-half-pepperoni. That’s the safest option, right? Twenty minutes later, he has the food in hand, and returns home to drive to your place, it being too far to walk. By the time he’s home, he realizes he’s slightly sweaty and that he also sort of smells like pizza grease, opting to take a shower before seeing you.

He’s not sure why he’s so nervous over this. At first, he chalked it up to the guilt. The fact that he felt like a dick for having to take a raincheck, and it was made even worse when he only realized the next day that you didn’t even get the message.

It’s more than that, though. You’re different, somehow, compared to anyone else he’s been with in the past. When Johanna first sent over a few photos of you to him, he was immediately stunned by you. You were stunning in your photos. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your everything. And then you started texting back and forth after planning the date.

You actually seemed interested in his rambles about marine life and his job at the aquarium. You watched every single stupid video of various sea mammals and fish that he would send to you, responded in detail to every 5-minute voice message detailing the biology and evolution behind why whales have phalanges. You cared about him and all of his stupid interests, which was honestly a first for him. You cared and he fucked it all up.

This is his chance to fix it, is what he tells himself as he puts on cologne in the bathroom mirror, combing out his slightly damp hair, making sure he looked good. He knew he always looked good, according to everyone he’s ever been with, and then some, but he still wanted to make an effort for you, despite the fact that he would be showing up on your doorstep unannounced with pizza, flowers, and a lame apology, and not picking you up for a fancy dinner date like he had promised.

He’s anxious when he pulls up to your house, hoping it’s the right place. The pizza box balanced in one hand, flowers in the other as he knocks on your door, maybe a bit harder than he intended. He’s nervous but doesn’t show it, instead just standing tall and waiting patiently for you to answer the door, trying to pretend as if his hands aren’t shaking the slightest bit.

Sometime around five, you’re lounging on your sofa, completing some work from home as your TV plays some movie to serve as background noise. A sharp set of knocks sound at your door, leading you to move and answer it. You peek through your peephole, in case of it being missionaries or some sort of salesman, and are shocked to see no other than Finnick Odair, the ever-so-chivalrous man who stood you up last night.

You answer the door, making it clear you’re unhappy to see him. “What do you want?”

He’s holding a box of pizza in one hand and a bouquet of bluebells and white peonies in the other. “I want to apologize,” he says, almost sheepishly. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

“Okay. No, yeah, I get it. But— uh— shit—” he sets the flowers on top of the pizza box, fumbling around for his phone, showing you the screen. It’s your DMs with each other, showing an unsent text from his end.

‘i’m so sorry, can we take a raincheck? my grandmother got into an accident and i need to be with her tonight. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow, i promise’

You stare at the phone for a bit, stepping to the side so he can come in, but avoid his gaze.

“I had my phone silenced for the rest of the night after I sent that—or, thought I sent that—to you. I only saw your texts and missed calls this morning— God, I’m so fucking sorry—” he fumbles for words, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he steps into your home.

You cut him off, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t have to come here, you know. You could’ve just sent another text.”

“I was planning on coming by with pizza anyway. That’s what I meant by ‘make it up to you’. The flowers are because the text didn’t go through so you just thought I was being an ass. They’re supposed to symbolize guilt and whatnot but I also didn’t fact check them, I kinda just went with what the florist recommended.” He holds out the bouquet to you.

“They’re beautiful,” you say honestly, moving to grab a vase from your kitchen, arranging the flowers.

“Do you still want to do this?” he asks, following you, setting the pizza box on your kitchen counter.

You turn to face him, a smile on your face. “Yeah. I want to do this.”

The two of you end up cuddled together on your couch late into the night, sipping at beers and finishing up the last of the pizza as Finnick shows you photos and videos of the sea animals he takes care of at work. The movie you had on in the afternoon had long ended, the work you were doing over long forgotten.

You’re both laid back on the couch, you halfway on top of him as one of his arms hold you close, wrapping around your shoulders. You’re watching some video of penguins through tired eyes when Finnick saying your name makes you look up at him.

“Yeah?” you respond.

“Do you still want to do that fancy dinner we missed last night?” he asks. “I’m free next Saturday, if you want to do a re-do.”

“Was this not a re-do?” you ask, laughing a bit, slight sleepiness evident in your voice.

“Yeah, but it feels very second date-y to me. Pizza and a movie isn’t my idea of a good first date. So maybe consider this a rehearsal date? A pre-date?” He grins at you and you almost melt. You had seen that smile in your photos but it would make any girl swoon in real life.

“Sure. A pre-date,” you agree.

“Seven, then. On Saturday?” he confirms.

“Yeah.” You nod. “Seven.”

“You seem tired. You want me to leave you be?” he half-jokes.

“As lovely as today has been, it is past my bed time,” you say, smiling up at him.

The two of you sit up, you walking him to the door to see him out when he leaves.

“I’ll see you Saturday,” he says, standing on your step, just outside your front door.

“Yeah. Saturday.” You pause for a moment before tilting your head up to kiss him on the cheek.

Your lips linger on his cheek for a bit too long, the light brush of your lips on his skin sending jolts down both of your spines. It feels as if minutes pass—though in reality, it’s only a few seconds—before you pull back, the two of you unable to look away from each other. You’re about to say something before Finnick’s lips meet yours in a kiss, so quick you barely have time to process it before he’s pulling away again, cheeks flushed, a stupid grin spreading across his face.

“I’ll see you Saturday,” he says again, though this time sounding like he’s holding back a laugh.

You grab him by his shirt, tugging him down for a second kiss. This one longer, and extremely unexpected on his end.

“See you Saturday,” you say after breaking away and letting go of his shirt.

a/n: this was originally only 1.5k but then i. wrote more lmao. this was originally titled with "you make loving fun" by fleetwood mac but then i changed it to someone new bc it fits better. anyway happy sam claflin day :3

taglist 🏷️ : none yet !

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #the hunger games #thg #thg series #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair oneshot #sam claflin #sam claflin x reader #starry scribes #starry's sweets

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spitdrunken · 1 year ago

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THIS IS INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT BUT. MY BLOG!

notes: power imbalance, sexual harrassment, murder mentions.

rotating a thought in my head where 'you' are an increasingly popular erotica writer from the pride ring. with writing, you've hit a bit of a niche, as a lot of the big porn producers (VoxTech's subsidiaries) are not exactly known for their riveting dialogue or personalities. no one's there for anything more than that, but there are demons who do want a bit more 'meat', so to say, with nowhere else turn. that is where you come in!

it's not enough to make a steady living off of, not even when you start taking incredibly specific commissions, but it's never been more of a hobby anyway. you are completely anonymous online, keeping care to use throwaway emails and accounts for everything. still, voxtech's products are utterly inescapable: it's either using them, or using nothing at all. (and those rumours about their boss vox having complete control over his technology, even after selling, has to be a rumour... you hope.)

meanwhile, as your penname continues to grow more and more recognizable, it falls in the vees' meeting room. valentino's immediate suggestion is just to kill you. people in the comments keep comparing his dialogue to yours. what the fuck is that about? who the hell watches porn for the DIALOGUE in the first place?

velvette, while shrugging her shoulders, only adds that their new releases tend to go trending, prior to release. fucking far from the top of that list, but still. trending is trending.

vox, sighing internally, plasters a smile on his face. there's really no need to kill new up and coming talent, val. we should suggest them to work for us instead. and if they don't... we can simply prevent them from working. they'll make up their mind, then.

you return to your laptop to an utterly inescapable pop-up describing the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to work at voxtech! it's a whole wall of text, describing your pay (higher than you would have expected), where you will be living (in one of the appartment buildings owned by voxtech), and when to head to their main office. there is no word on denying the contract, an utter impossibility, it seems. not that you'd dare. vox's and the radio demon's showdown was the talk of the ring for days, and apparantly, all that rancour was the source of alastor denying a contract of his own. that really is more shit than you can handle in your undead life now. so, you take the job.

as your stories are starting to get heavily promoted, velvette absolutely insists that you add in at least a couple of looong clothing descriptions, based on her tastes. she's such an overwhelming, pushy presence, that it's hard for you to say no. she goes on about how, if it gets popular enough, people might be interested in somewhat similar outfits. probably not, though, let's be honest with ourselves. she makes you model them, all the while telling you that you really wouldn't be allowed to breathe in the direction of her studio otherwise. when you ask her why you absolutely have the one modelling, she just rolls her eyes. you based large parts of their appearances after you, didn't you? might as well make you look the part.

valentino is one of the worst parts of the job. compared to everyone else, he hardly pesters you, but he's still a terrifying presence. he'll give you 'suggestions' and make you steer your work in certain directions, getting too close and blowing smoke into your face. he gives a graphic description of how he jacked off to one of your stories, just to see your response. (this is a lie: why would he jack off if he can just call some stupid whore over to do it for him? also, he doesn't read.)

if a part of one of your stories ever gets a 'porno adaptation', he's having you play the part of the director, and has you sit in during the entirety of the viewing. you can tell he takes great pleasure out of any of your discomfort, or any of your fumbling- until it's too sloppy, and then he gets mad, of course, and you end up leaving the room with shaky legs.

vox seems to be the nicest one out of the three of them. really, he's only ever been courteous to you. but you've seen him flip his lid during the aforementioned 'radio demon fiasco', which you have been wise enough to never mention, so you still walk on eggshells around him. he can also get pretty pushy about deadlines, so you're not taking any chances.

he insists on having semi-regular meetings with you about the sales figures of your most recent works, wherein you also have to describe your process on other projects and pitch new ideas. frankly, you wish these meetings could be an email! but even when you tried to broach the subject, telling him that, surely, the company leader's time is much more important than this?

he simply brushed you off, telling you that he can decide for himself who and what to spend his time on, thank you very much. now, please continue. he'll inform you of the latest kinks and dynamics that have been most popular, though with some peculiar additions as well. you swear that, sometimes, the main character really does seem to resemble yourself in those suggestions, and the love interest a member of the vees...? you're certain you're just imagining it.

#hazbin hotel x reader #valentino x reader #vox x reader #velvette x reader #hazbin hotel #i just like the thought they're all a little TOO into you. sighs longingly #cha.vox #cha.velvette #cha.valentino

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omoghouls · 6 months ago

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Andhwjsj still thinking about it

He's taught these classes hundreds of times, done these introduction days even more- go over the ground rules, the syllabus, get a grasp on how the students will be like-

Now, if he could only get a grasp on his bladder. He knows not to drink that tea in the faculty lounge. It always filtered through his kidneys far too fast.

But, of course, he had to have woken up after his alarm. Of course, his throat burned from the brisk walk to the hall, and, of course, he had to down the tea like his life depended on it.

He could just end the class early, tell them he's feeling gracious, and wants them to take that time to go gather the required text books- but he's a stubborn man, determined to hold it like a proper professor.

His knuckles whiten from the grip he has on the podium- his voice a bit strained as he impatiently waits for the projector to sync with his laptop.

His bladder protest, not liking to be ignored. He presses his thighs together, squeezing those muscles until they ached with tension. So close to full-on bouncing from foot to foot while standing in front of the pupils in the lecture hall.

He grits his teeth and continues on, his own voice droaning out as his mind lingers, focusing more on keeping the flood back rather than explaining office hours and technology policies- fuck he's so close, class is almost over.

But, he can feel the stinging/tingling sensation of piss brimming and waiting at the end of his cock, the littlest dribble leaking past his handless holdings. His underwear quickly absorbing it, but that little leak has his body crave more- god if he could just let go right now,,,,feeling his bladder relax in an audible hiss as piss pours from him, quickly saturating his pants, puddling beneath him in pathetic drips and drops as he can only groan, curling in on himself as everyone watches the teacher piss himself.

He restrains, barley.

"N-now there's still technically 15 minutes left of class but," he pauses, swallowing hard, "I will allow an early dismissal for today to give you all an opportunity to find your other classes or to gather the necessary materials for next week," he says.

The students just shrug, taking it as a simple good grace on their professor's part rather than the reality of him being seconds away from pissing himself.

Thankfully, no students linger in the lecture hall, allowing him to quickly gather his things and make an escape to the faculty washroom.

However,,,,the requires a flight of stairs. He almost wants to cry from the aching pressure laying heavy on his bladder. He pauses, tightly gripping himself when given the opportunity of solitude in the stairwell- fingers curling against the fabric of his pants, unsure if the dampness he's feeling is from the previous leak or from sweat coating his inner thighs from clenching for so long.

He regains enough control to continue on. One shaky step, then another, then....his pen slipping from his sloppily gathered materials. He doesn't even realize until his shoe steps on it, rolling just enough to catch him off guard.

Hiss

Oh god, oh fuck

Hiss, pssshhh

He squats down, discarding his papers and laptop to the side as both hands dive between his thighs. He trembles, squatting on the stairwell as piss floods past his fingers in angry heavy rivets. Echoing in the enclosed space

The urine puddles, trickling down each step like a river joining a lake- it puddling all the way down to the pausing area of the staircase.

He gasp, no longer even trying to hold it back, just allowing his strained bladder to release, give into the need like an untrained man. Tears prick his eyes when he glances down at the mess he's created.

He tilts his head back, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself out of this humiliating bliss. At least he was alone in this.

Click

"Professor?"

Fuck

#bunny rambles #x #omorashi #omocute #pee kink #lol yall already know thus is abt felix

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the-cakemaker-of-kiev · 6 months ago

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Uh no no, no, see, while you are well versed in dead guy art I myself am not. My entire criminal career is based on technology built after 1981 so I am riveted quite so please, do go on. -Alec Hardison

Leverage S1E12: The First David Job

#leverage #leverage quotes #alec hardison

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justdiptych · 1 year ago

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Trans issues are rarely brought up in the Fallout series. Fallout 2′s cut Environmental Protection Agency location was apparently slated to include 'Top Secret Research into Gender Modification', but there's little suggestion what that content would have actually included. Also, the pre-war USA was a fascist hellscape that was actively hostile to human rights - witness, for example, a federal information release about the New Plague, which conflates contagion, socialism and queer sexuality, and encourages readers to report anyone displaying any of the above for 'quarantine' - so pre-war trans communities likely drew as little attention to themselves as possible. More recently, two non-binary characters (Burke and Orlando) have been introduced in Fallout 76's expansions; their roles have been relatively minor.

All that said… the Auto-Doc technology we see in Fallout 2 and New Vegas would be an absolute boon for trans patients. Auto-Docs can synthesise and administer medications, including hormone treatments (the models in the Sierra Madre Villa Clinic can dispense adrenaline, for instance). Any medications not already available can be added to the Auto-Doc's database by a knowledgeable user - this is how the cure to Jet addiction is manufactured in Vault City.

Auto-Docs are also capable of all manner of surgeries. Cosmetic surgery is not unheard of in the Fallout universe - Rivet City’s Horace Pinkerton and Diamond City’s doctors Crocker and Sun all offer it - but Auto-Docs can go even further. Advanced models can even alter a patient’s entire skeleton, with minimal scarring: Fallout 2′s Chosen One can can have their skeleton reinforced, without any Charisma penalty (unless they opt for the heavier, more invasive upgrade), and New Vegas’ Courier can have their spine and central nervous system replaced with a synthetic alternative. Auto-Docs can even give a patient a new voice - Christine Royce tragically had this done to her without her consent, but this does demonstrate show the procedure’s viability for a willing user.

Whether or not the major medical companies of the Falloutverse would sign off on such uses of their tech, breaking and customising Auto-Doc programming seems to have been a simple matter. A suitably sympathetic or motivated physician could have easily started a trans health clinic that could address the bulk of their patients’ medical needs - hormone treatment, surgery far more advanced than exists in the real world, and even voice alteration.

In short, there is absolute, copper-bottomed, canon-compliant room in the wasteland for fully automated transing of genders, and I hope the devs will recognise and embrace this fact.

#vidyo games #fallout #fallout: new vegas #fallout 2 #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #gender & tonic #media criticism

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blueiscoool · 5 months ago

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Miniature Roman Gold Box Lock From 3rd Century Discovered in Germany

Archaeologists have uncovered a miniature Roman gold lock, measuring just 1.2 by 1.1 centimeters—smaller than a U.S. quarter coin—in a field in Petershagen-Frille in northwestern Germany. The object, dating back to the 3rd or 4th century AD, is believed to be the smallest Roman lock ever found in Europe.

The discovery, made in 2023 by licensed explorer Constantin Fried, has drawn significant attention due to the lock’s size, material, and intricate craftsmanship.

Fried, who found the piece in a cultivated field in the Minden-Lübbecke district, immediately reported it to Bielefeld’s Regional Association of Westphalia-Lippe’s (LWL) archaeology team. Experts were stunned.

“I could hardly believe it myself when I held the find in my hand,” Fried said. “Because such Roman locks are usually much larger and consist of iron or bronze parts.”

A lock of mystery and history

Archaeologists believe the lock was originally used to secure a small chest or valuable container. Dr. Barbara Rüschoff-Parzinger, a cultural expert and archaeologist at LWL, confirmed that its design matches cylindrical Roman locks. The craftsmanship suggests it was made in a specialized Roman workshop.

Despite missing its original key and chain, the lock remains in remarkable condition. It consists of two small cylindrical plates held together by three gold rivets. Experts say its decorative details indicate it was likely owned by someone of high status.

Researchers are investigating how the lock arrived in Westphalia. Early theories suggest it could have been traded, taken as war loot, or brought back by a soldier returning from service in the Roman army.

Dr. Michael Rind, head of archaeology at LWL, said the lock would have been considered rare and valuable in its time, even if it was no longer functional. “The golden miniature tin lock is the only one of its kind in Europe and is the northernmost tin lock found in Germany,” Rind said.

Advanced technology unveils internal design

To study the lock’s inner workings, researchers turned to modern imaging techniques. Traditional X-rays failed to reveal details due to the density of the gold.

Instead, experts used neutron computed tomography, a rare technique in archaeology, to create a detailed visualization of the internal mechanism.

The scan revealed key structural components, including a spring frame, latch, and base plate. Further analysis showed that the lock had been tampered with, possibly in an attempt to force it open.

Despite the damage, researchers reconstructed its mechanism and created a functional replica four times its original size. The model, crafted by an LWL restorer, demonstrates how the lock once operated and confirms the technical complexity of its design.

A glimpse into Roman influence

The discovery of this lock offers a rare glimpse into Roman craftsmanship and its influence on distant regions. Researchers say it serves as evidence of cultural and economic exchanges between Roman elites and Germanic tribes.

While the lock answers some historical questions, others remain open. Was it a unique commissioned piece? Were similar locks produced? Could more be buried beneath the fields of Westphalia?

Archaeologists continue their investigation, hoping to uncover more about this tiny yet significant piece of history.

By Nisha Zahid.

The 4:1 scale reconstruction of the lock with chain

#Miniature Roman Gold Box Lock From 3rd Century Discovered in Germany #Petershagen-Frille #gold #roman gold lock #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #roman history #roman empire #rare

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badkarma1998 · 4 months ago

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Hey kid.

Yeah you.

You wanna read a long winded conspiracy theory for 2008 classic open world first person RPG Fallout 3?

Ok so I know it's been literally 17 years, and we all know that Bethesda has questionable writing, but I was thinking about a revalation I had recently at 7pm in a Dell Taco drive thru.

So I was replaying the main questline, and as anyone who's played Fallout 3 50 times over knows, it goes as so:

you leave Vault 101, you go find your dad, and then he dies like 1 quest later when the Enclave shows up to steal Project Purity. And as we all know, you watch your dad die (along with everyone else whos standing in the death chamber with him) from a massive release of radioactive gas from behind a thin pane of glass. You watch it happen, it's infuriating sad and sucks and you run away devastated to go continue the game's second wild goosechase.

And as we all know, when you do find the GECK in vault 87 and the Enclave ambushes you, who shows up?

Fuckass Colonel Autumn.

Who, if you'll remember, was standing right next to your dad in the radioactive death chamber when it filled with radiation and death. Who very clearly falls over dead right in front of you, but then somehow shows up fully alive to abduct you a few quests later.

Which is, ya know, bullshit?

This man has like 5 voicelines, and gets to cheat death while I get to have secondhand daddy issues, but sure, ok Todd.

So of course, I start thinking of possible explanations, cuz it's been a few years and I remembered he kidnaps you and all that, but I was thinking "surely he was standing outside the chamber when James starts the project purity meltdown", only to confirm that, no. You clearly watch him die.

And again, it's totally unfair that your dad dies but this two second bad guy gets to live? To antagonize you for a lil bit until you beat his ass like an hour later???

I digress

So I'm thinking ok, how does one survive radiation that intense?

It'd be obvious if he was a ghoul or a mutant, so that's out. And the only other thing I could come up with would be if he were a robot.

And then, because it's a fresh playthrough, I remember the android questline in Rivet City I've been ignoring. A quest that I basically wrote off as a teen because it was before Fallout 4 came out, and I didn’tcare about what a Commonwealth was until Dr Li left for it. But synths are very much an established thing in 3. Sure, the events take place about a decade before 4, so the tech is a little less advanced. But Harkness is living a full unsuspecting life as a man convincingly enough that Zimmerman can't find him. The synth technology is proven to be at a state where theyre indistinguishable (enough) from people. Sure, the institute is way north and it's a biiit of a strech to think there's two androids that made it down to DC, let alone that one of them is inexplicably in the hands of the Enclave leading it in a position of power. But like, it's not impossible right?

So I go to reddit, cuz I wanna know what the real answer is before I get too lost in my little theory.

And I just

Yall

I know Fallout 3 gets a bad rep. And like, in many ways it deserves it.

This is one of those times it deserves it.

Because Todd Howard's underpaid typewriter monkeys would really have my ass believe that this middle aged man storms a research facilitly the second it becomes operational after 20 years. Then, with no idea the lead researcher is a self destructive idealist, this man preemptively last min doses himself with an experimental never before heard of strain of rad-x he happened to bring with him, and that actually makes him immune to the lethal rush of condensed radiation that he had no way of knowing was about to kill him.

Now. Idk about yall. But I think its much more believable that say, a rouge institute scientist steals a synth, then runs away to join the Enclave down south. and maybe the actual living man that was Colonel Autumn sees an opportunity for immortality of sorts, and does everyone's favorite scifi trope, and uploads a copy of his brain into the convincingly human robot body. And either the original Autumn dies in project purity, or he was dead before, but the synth Autumn has no idea he's a synth and is just acting like he never died.

Its a stretch, sure. It's got some holes in it, of course.

But the alternative is the only known dosage ever of extra strength rad-x pm

Now, imagine that one reaction of the guy in the drive thru talking to the fast food worker, and hes got the sunglasses taped to his head and the worker looks horrified. Except the fast food worker was inside assembling my wife's carne asada fries while I ranted to my steering wheel.

#fallout 3 #karma talks #fallout #bethesda #video game rant #colonel autumn #enclave #fo3 #thank you for coming to my ted talk #you can not convince me hes not a synth. i have made up my mind

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⭐️ A/N: What you are about to read is a paraphrased timeline story of the first arc in my Dr. Starline Redemption AU.

This AU is my personal look at “What might have happened if Starline had some good influences in his life before meeting Eggman?”

For context: This AU still heavily follows canon, with more deviations happening the further into Starline’s journey we get. This specific arc takes place approximately 3-4 years before Starline’s introduction in the comics. It follows his misadventures with a group of ragtag inventors and chemists as they work together to win top spot in an innovator’s competition.

Enjoy. 💖

⭐ Act 1: The Starpoint Squad ⭐

🎵 Opening Theme Song: Touch the Sky - Jeff Williams

Starline has been a fan of Eggman’s for as long as he can remember. In fact, he’d say probably no one else compares when it comes to his knowledge of the man.

He’s made it his job to follow in his footsteps and follow his legacy, dreaming of one day joining Eggman himself so he can help him accomplish world domination at last.

Coming from a wealthy, prestigious family, and being a confident scientist and chemist— he’s sought this path out for many years, but has had little success garnering the man’s attention.

One day, as he’s considering if there’s anything he hasn’t tried yet, he happens upon an advertisement for the innovator's competition coming up, run by Atmos Industries.

They’re a well-respected name in the tech world, known for their many innovations and inventions; residing on the coastal town of Aethos, known for it’s beaches and technological harmony with nature.

The top prize for said competition boasts the highly sought after position of becoming the company’s next big innovator. Considering the selective and closed off nature of the company due to political tensions around the island’s power source, this is a very rare and juicy opportunity.

Starline decides to enter, deciding to secure first place and declare allegiance to Eggman during the winner’s speech. (As he KNOWS he’ll be watching.)

At first, he believes it’ll be a walk in the park. But upon clearing prelims, it’s a surprise to all when the heads running it announce that the competitors are now required to form teams.

Although notably frustrated, Starline’s not willing to be bested by this, so he decides to find people who might be easy to manipulate into following his brilliant blueprint and gameplan.

He ends up settling on Rivet, (a inventor and x-gear rider he met in prelims when they both worked together to stop a runaway rocket thruster),

Hex, (a mech-loving, inventor rat whose insane coding skills caught his attention during prelims),

Lug, (a dumb, but incredibly strong bulldog who cooks a mean stew and is Hex’s best friend and bodyguard),

Charge, (an oddball, plant loving bio-electrokinetic who understands a great deal about the physiological workings of living creatures, plants, and Mobians alike),

And Cello, (a very confident and blunt chemist firefly who makes her own concoctions.)

✨ Fun fact: Starline wasn’t certain about her on account of her possible unwillingness to corporate, but quickly added her on lest he end up being stuck with the other option of Atlas (his idiotic and annoying rival from their academy days who he can’t stand.)

Starline happily anoints himself as the leader of the group due to his expertise in all the assorted fields, and at first the team is on board with it. But as he begins to ignore their attempts at insight and aims to run and control the whole show via micro-management, the team quickly starts to push back, quickly causing arguments to fly and tensions to mount, especially between him and Cello.

It gets so bad that they quickly become the laughing stock of the competition, gaining mockery from their soon-to-be-rivals as they can’t even decide on a team name. And after a few days of nonstop headaches, Starline’s at his wits end on what to do. (Wishing he had mind control so he could simply impose his will upon them.)

Beyond frustrated and bewitched as to why they’re fighting his perfect plan for victory, when he learns Hex and Lug are thinking of dropping out of the competition entirely, he finally realizes that he has to do something or his whole plan will go up in smoke!

As such, he asks Rivet for her insight, as she’s the only one who’s still willing to talk to him right now. What’s going on? Why is everyone fighting him and his flawless gameplan? They DO realize it will lead them to victory, right?

And she sighs and explains that it’s not that they don’t trust his vision or skill, as clearly he’s the most learned of all of them, but he’s not giving them room to be involved in the process at all; treating the team like they’re cogs in a machine to be used, vs real people with ideas and aspirations of their own.

“I get that you’ve always worked alone, but that single-minded mentality doesn’t work when you’re a part of a team.” Rivet tells him.

“Have you even asked anyone why they’re here? What they want to get out of this competition?”

He says no, stating that they’re all after that position and title, aren’t they?

And Rivet tells him that that’s only part of it. Explains how she knows she’s not the greatest with tech, and really didn’t enter thinking she could win first place. More so, joining was a chance to push her limits and work with others to see how much they could contribute to a good cause together.

How being constantly reminded of her failings and not being allowed to make mistakes was stifling her team morale.

She tells him point blank that they ALL want to feel as though they’ve actually done something and earned the victory because of their own efforts, instead of just winning because they followed Starline’s orders.

He’s a bit taken aback by this, and doesn’t believe her that the others share her thoughts, so she recommends he go talk to Hex and the others directly. “Just listen to them. You’ll be surprised by what you hear.”

So, Starline takes her advice and does so, tracking down the rat first and finding him playing his favorite fighter game, Hero Mania. The conversation starts out awkward, but they soon get to talking about the competition, and he discovers that… Hex was bullied for a good portion of his life. Told by friends and family that his dream to make a difference, and build hero mechs like in Hero Mania was ‘silly’ at best and ‘Eggman-like thinking’ at worst.

That ‘he was too young to change the world or do anything that made a difference.’ And because of that, his spirit was crushed time and time again.

Lug was the first one to not think that stuff was silly or dangerous. It gave Hex hope that maybe he could do the things he dreamed of. The only reason he entered the competition at all was because of Lug’s suggestion, the Bulldog hoping that maybe Hex could find like minded people. People who might be willing to give him a chance to show what he could do, and help him where he was weak.

But considering Starline and the group have been excluding him from their conversations and arguments cuz ‘he’s just a kid’, he’s starting to think it’s better if he just went home.

This… surprises Starline, and he can’t help but feel a scrap of sympathy for the kid, as he himself can understand the feeling, having had difficulty garnering support from his own parents growing up.

He also knows that if he wants the team to stick together, then he needs to do as Rivet said. Be an accomplice and ‘fan the flames’, so to speak in order to keep the team from floundering.

So, he pushes aside his pride and encourages Hex that he is most certainly capable. Perhaps one of the most talented coders he knows of, especially for his age group. And while his robots are… scrappy, his dream isn’t impossible— nay, it’s in fact very much obtainable!

And Hex’s eyes spark with tentative, reluctant hope. “You.. really think so?”

“But of course!” Starline smiles.

The encouragement comes from a selfish place, but he still finds his words being a bit genuine.

Cello has a similar vein of thought when Starline next goes to her— the start of the conversation being tense before erupting as usual. When he tells her he’s trying to understand, she calms down and tells him that people have always told her what she should and shouldn’t do. That they’re quick to judge her concoctions and ideas because they seem insane or impossible, even though she knows her chemistry extensively. She has a special vision that allows her to see the stability percentages of possible combinations, which she checks her facts up against.

(Something Starline tests, and confirms. Huh.)

She tells Starline that while being a part of Atmos would be great, she really joined this competition because her father had been telling her she needed to join the family business of mining, when she knew her calling in life was to be a chemist.

“If I can prove myself by making a brand new type of eco fuel that's revolutionary enough to win first place with my team, then he’ll have no choice but to accept my path in life.”

Yet again, Starline finds himself respecting and relating to that. Especially considering his family was very opposed to him running off pursuing a career modeled after Dr. Eggman.

He begins to see that Rivet was right, and that everyone here isn’t in it for the prestige or a cheap, easy win. They all have a goal or dream they want to fulfill; be it helping a friend, testing their limits, making a difference, or proving themselves capable to themselves and others.

With all this knowledge in mind, he begrudgingly makes the decision to pull back his heavy hand a bit. Give them a chance to suggest ideas and voice their thoughts and opinions in order for the team to survive.

And to his surprise… he’s rewarded for it! At the meeting where he announces the change, tensions simmer, and Lug of all people ends up being the one to surprise him by coming up with a good team name they all actively agree on, suiting them and their shared goals.

Thus, they formally become known as:

The Starpoint Squad.

(ROLL DRAMATIC STAR WARS LIKE CREDITS)

(… no but like— just roll the montage music.)

🎵 Montage Music: Brand New Day - Jeff Williams

We then see a montage of everyone working in tandem, while clashing with the rivals that scorned their lack of teamwork.

(Said rival team is constructed of a biker and inventor Skara the Skunk, her best friend and chemist Stormy the Mink, the nature enthusiast and chemist Yew the Human, Atlas the Timberwolf (Starline’s rival), and Katrina the Cougar (His bodyguard)).

The competition aim is focused on building tools to help aid future fighters or the recovery of nature and civilization from Eggman or extraterrestrial attacks.

As such, Starline and the Starpoint Squad agree on a modified version of his original idea; a robot that lends environmental and structural aid and support.

The once sleek and very Eggman reminiscent robot design becomes a more colorful and scrappy looking B.U.D.D.I (Botanical Utility Device and Damage Improver). A helper robot designed and equipped to help hose down fires, fertilize fields, lift collapsed tunnels, saw fallen logs, and weld metal back into place.

(A lot of these features were added by Starline under the guise of good to make him a weapon suitable of showing off his elegant yet destructive design during the winner’s ceremony, but the team doesn’t need to know that, right?)

He can’t let his vision of B.U.D.D.I disappear entirely, and when they come in need of extra robot parts, he excitedly suggests they use fallen Eggman tech, to which they express concern.

But in typical slick Starline fashion, he argues, “Not only does Eggman know how to build quality machinery, as it must be able to take a beating to stand up against Sonic of all people. But you can also think of it as a great way to... how you say..? Reuse and recycle.”

Rivet backs him up, considering she also has used Eggman tech before in her own builds. He’s pleased as punch to have her support, and the team can see the logic in that, so they let him happily drag them to a robot graveyard of one of Eggman’s former fights, where he fanboys a bit about the parts they find.

(He makes up an excuse that he’s studied up on many different inventors, which they buy, much to his relief.)

As the weeks progress, the team begins to find a real flow, and despite it all being for the sake of his goal at first, Starline… slowly begins to find himself coming to enjoy being around them.

We see Rivet being a big reason for this, breaking through Starline’s initial unwillingness to interact with the team more than necessary for the project by dragging him out of the lab to join them for team lunches and other outings. While he’s aghast and irate at first by her taking him away from his work, after a time, he begrudgingly submits to, and even comes to partake in her friendly antics.

When he starts willingly joining them for their team lunches, they’re shocked, to which he argues, “Oh don’t act so surprised! We all know she was going to drag me here anyways, so why waste time with theatrics anymore?”

“Aww, you do love us, Doc,” Charge teases him, and all laugh as he argues vehemently.

⭐ ️Despite the tensions, once Starline loosens his grip and starts interacting more with the group, he and Rivet end up growing quite close, finding they enjoy conversing with each other while working together in the lab. Despite their differences, she doesn’t mind hearing him go on his long rambles, appreciative of how passionate and dedicated he is to his work, while he finds her quite fascinating, especially after learning that she’s not an expert at her craft because she grew up in the wilderness and had to teach herself mechanics without any formal training.

She doesn’t mind hearing him go on his long rambles, appreciative of how passionate and dedicated he is to his work, and he finds her quite fascinating, especially considering she grew up in the wilderness and managed to teach herself mechanics without any formal training.

(“You figured all this out on your own? It’s a miracle you didn’t blow yourself up.”) (”Oh, I did. Many times.”)

(They even bond a bit over a shared appreciation of Egg Tech, since a fallen Eggman Badnik is the reason she even got interested in technology at all.)

The two even have a sweet moment one night, when Rivet covers him up after he falls asleep in the lab from working too hard and she can’t bring herself to wake him.

Then another, when she convinces him one day to take a ride with her on her hoverboard, instead of shortcutting via warp portal into town.

She takes a detour to show him her favorite view of the valley, and the two watch the sunset before continuing on with their work. They get back well past dark, chatting and bantering with each other in more than just a fond tone.

⭐️ We also see a bunch of other silly and important moments with the rest of the team.

Such as when the team gets to experience Cello and Starline explaining something to them in incredibly large, scientific words while they try to comprehend what they’re saying like dumbfounded sock puppets.

Starline loses his cool and gives the boys a strict lecture on eating and drinking safety when he finds them doing so without care in the lab.

Starline compliments the cafeteria’s sandwiches and soup— only to spit out said soup in shock when he discovers Lug is the one who made them.

In an attempt to impress Starline, Hex and Lug end up going on a raid mission into Cello’s area, (HIGHLY off limits when she’s working,) to steal a piece he needs for his power of the project. They end up having to run away from her wrath.

And there are many, many more.

⭐️ Starline also becomes Hex's mentor, taking the little rat under his wing and helping critique him on his robot builds and designs. He does so to help mold him and help build up his confidence, much like Eggman’s legacy did for him once upon a time.

And Hex responds positivity, starting to open up to him until he’s like a completely different person; eagerly asking questions, listening to and following Starline around like a little shadow, and taking all the notes he can.

Starline becomes quite a fan of the praise and attention, the idea of having someone look up to him bolstering his pride. Meanwhile, Hex is just happy to have such a smart mentor that’s willing to help him get better. (The thing he’s been looking for all along.)

Through their interactions, Starline unwittingly gains quite a soft spot for the kid, to the point where when the rat falls asleep in the lab while helping him, he submits himself to gently carry him back to his and Lug’s room. There, he ends up having a heart to heart with Lug, who admits he’s jealous of their friendship, but thanks Starline, as he knows he’s been good encouragement for his bud.

⭐️ This conversation is the first moment that plants a seed of discomfort in Starline’s mind about how he plans to betray them at the competition’s end. But in the moment, he brushes it off.

The next stab of discomfort comes later on when he ends up getting into a discussion with Charge in the lab.

The cat observes that he’s been getting really chummy with everyone, to which Starline admits that they’ve all quite exceeded his expectations. He’s actually quite pleased with how things are turning out, despite it not being exactly what he had envisioned.

He even states that despite his and Cello’s intense fights, she completed the task she set out to do, and he respects that.

Not knowing that Cello happens to be right outside listening. She smiles a bit and flutters off.

Charge eyes him thoughtfully for a moment, before suddenly flipping the conversation on it’s head.

“Then why is your aura still so dissonant?”

“…What?”

The cat’s mask of nonchalant laziness slips, and he reveals to Starline that he’s known something’s been off with him since day one. Unknown to all but Rivet, Charge’s power gives him the ability to sense and discern a lot about people and who they really are by observing their bio-electrical fields. (Their auras)

While he normally tunes out this ability due to the information otherwise bombarding him from all sides, he’s been in Starline’s vicinity a lot, and as such, has tuned into the fact that something’s off with him.

When Starline tries to play it off, Charge tells him that he can’t fool him. That the only reason he hasn’t taken action yet to expose him, is because this team is important to Rivet, and she’s convinced Starline has his reasons for keeping quiet about whatever he is.

Charge warns him to figure out what really matters to him and where his priorities lie, and that whatever he’s planning, to leave Rivet out of it. Before reverting back to his chill, tired self, stating he’s gonna go take a nap.

It’s quite a scary and tense moment for Starline, and it leads him to really question, fear for, and reflect on his plan. Charge is right, that despite his befriending of the Starpoint Squad, his goal for the end of the competition has not changed. He still wants to capture Eggman’s attention! To show what he is truly capable of and declare all loyalty to him!

…But…

He also can’t deny that there is that small part of him that’s been starting to hesitate and ask if that's what he really wants.

He, for the most part, has been able to keep his admiration of Eggman a secret from the group. They know he has an inspiration he’s eagerly pursuing after; that some great robotics master made him into the man that he is today, but he’s managed to never truly share the truth of WHO it is. After all, if they knew, he’d more than likely get kicked from the competition!

So everyone is left in the dark.

But Charge’s revelation and a strange sense of guilt begins to gnaw at him. His attachment to the squad begins to show it’s hold on him as he remembers Lug’s ask for him to watch out for Hex. Thinks about his friendship with Rivet and partnership with Cello.

These nagging feelings become even more blatantly obvious to him when Lug suggests they all go out for ice cream to celebrate them completing B.U.D.D.I. Win or lose, they did their best and made something awesome!

They convince Starline to tag along—seeing as Aethos is home to some of the best ice cream on the planet—and they all cheer their team name before Lug gets the owner to snap a picture of them all together.

…It’s looking at this photo that Starline finds himself truly questioning things.

They’ll be the ones to take the fall when he enacts his plan.

They’ll be the ones to bear responsibility for his actions, even though they weren’t a willing part of it.

Can he truly be okay with that outcome? With sabotaging and ruining the dreams of the people who look up to and respect him, just to obtain his own, selfish desires?

For the first time in a long time, he has doubt. What is he going to do?

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