#design of welding joints

[appalachy]

Tbh welding joints and welding practices in general are really interesting topics worth putting your time in 🤩 if you care abt that shit

[wadewnstonwilson]

do you want to play a game?

summary: Wade Wilson (Deadpool) finds himself strapped to a sadistic torture chair in a room filled with gruesome contraptions, yet he remains gleefully sarcastic, much to the frustration of Jigsaw's ominous puppet.

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: violence, gore, torture, body horror

authors note: this was a headcanon idea someone posted a while back and asked to have a fic written about it, if it was you please let me know so I can properly tag you!

The room was dimly lit, a mixture of cold steel and rusted iron making up its gruesome decor. Wade Wilson, the infamous Deadpool, sat in the center of the room strapped to a chair, surrounded by a series of sadistic contraptions clearly meant to inspire terror. For most people, this would be the worst day of their lives. But Wade? Wade was thrilled.

“Well, hello, Mr. Saw!” Wade chirped with all the enthusiasm of a kid meeting their favorite mascot at Disneyland. His voice echoed through the dimly lit, blood-streaked room, cutting through the oppressive silence like a hot knife through butter. Strapped securely to a steel chair, Wade looked more like a man sitting in for a casual dental cleaning than someone caught in the clutches of a notorious serial killer.

The room smelled of rust and mildew, the air thick with the metallic tang of dried blood. Around him were a variety of deadly contraptions: gears, blades, and wires all meticulously arranged in a manner that suggested their designer had spent a bit too much time watching home renovation shows. Wade wasn’t scared. If anything, he was curious.

He squinted at the giant monitor flickering to life before him. The screen revealed the infamous Jigsaw puppet, its soulless eyes staring back at him with what Wade could only interpret as disapproval. “Okay, seriously,” Wade continued, completely ignoring the ominous vibe, “do you get these machines wholesale, or are they custom jobs? Because I gotta tell ya, the craftsmanship here? Chef’s kiss.”

The puppet’s expression remained unchanged, its head tilting slightly as if processing Wade’s commentary.

“I mean,” Wade went on, craning his neck as much as his restraints would allow, “are those hand-welded joints? No, really, this is top-tier work. I’ve seen Avengers tech, and honestly? Kinda mid compared to this. Do you have a Pinterest board for inspiration? Or do you just wing it?”

The puppet’s voice crackled through the speaker, distorted and menacing. “I want to play a game.”

“Oh! Oh!” Wade exclaimed, practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. “Twister? Monopoly? No wait, let me guess—Candyland! I love Candyland. Can I be the gumdrop guy? No one ever lets me be the gumdrop guy.”

The puppet’s eye twitched. Or, at least, Wade imagined it did. “Your constant need for validation and unrelenting irreverence have landed you here. If you do not escape this trap in time, your body will be—”

“—ripped apart, blood everywhere, yadda yadda, we get it. You really need a new schtick, Jiggy. I mean, what’s next, making me choose between tacos and chimichangas? Ha! Joke’s on you—I don’t choose. Ever.”

A metallic whir sounded as the trap sprung into action. Sharp blades inched closer to Wade’s arms, clearly designed to slice them off unless he solved the contraption before him.

“Neat,” Wade muttered, leaning as far as the straps allowed to get a closer look. “Do these things come in red?”

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Logan Howlett prowled through the shadow-choked labyrinth of the abandoned city district, his boots crunching softly against the cracked pavement. The air was thick with the stench of mildew, rotting wood, and despair—an oppressive cocktail that clung to his heightened senses like oil on water. Neon lights flickered weakly from the occasional shattered sign, casting brief, eerie glows across graffitied walls and broken windows. This place had been dead for years, left to fester in its decay.

It was the kind of place Wade Wilson would love.

That thought made Logan’s scowl deepen, his jaw tightening as his claws slid out of his knuckles with a soft snikt. The silver blades glinted faintly in the dim light, their familiar weight offering a grim reassurance. Wade hadn’t answered a single one of Logan’s calls in days. Normally, that would’ve been a welcome reprieve—Logan wasn’t exactly the type to miss Wade’s incessant jokes or ceaseless chatter. But this time, something was off. Wade didn’t just not show up. The guy was like a damn cockroach, always turning up where you least expected him, unkillable and annoying as hell. For him to go silent? That meant trouble.

“Where the hell are ya, Wilson?” Logan growled under his breath, his gravelly voice swallowed by the shadows around him.

He came to a halt, sniffing the air. His hyper-sensitive nose twitched as he sifted through the various odors polluting the area—garbage, oil, rat droppings, the faint tang of rusted metal. And then he caught it, faint but distinct: the unmistakable scent of blood. Not just any blood. Wade’s.

Logan’s teeth clenched as he closed his eyes and inhaled again, isolating the scent. It was there, mixed with sweat and... something else. Fear? No. Wade didn’t do fear. It was exhaustion. Pain. The kind of pain that would kill a lesser man ten times over.

His claws slid back into his hands as he moved, quick and silent, through the maze of alleys. The scent grew stronger, more focused, leading him deeper into the heart of the district. He passed crumbling buildings with boarded-up windows, their skeletal remains groaning in protest against the night wind. A flicker of movement caught his eye—a rat scurrying across his path—but he ignored it. His focus was razor-sharp now, his instincts taking over as he tracked the trail.

The scent led him to a narrow alley that terminated in a massive steel door. It was dented and rusted, the kind of industrial barrier that screamed bad news. A faint smear of blood marked the handle, barely visible in the dim light, but Logan’s eyes caught it immediately. He placed a hand on the door, pausing for a moment to listen. His sharp hearing picked up the hum of machinery inside, accompanied by faint, muffled voices. Or maybe just one voice.

“Wilson,” Logan muttered, his voice a low rumble. His claws unsheathed again, a primal response to the growing anger roiling in his gut. He pushed the door, and it gave slightly under his strength, creaking open just enough to let him slip inside.

The interior was worse than he expected. It was a labyrinth of machinery and steel, a factory of nightmares brought to life. Gears turned noisily, chains rattled, and the faint smell of burnt metal stung his nose. The walls were lined with grotesque contraptions, each one a testament to the sadistic mind that had designed them. But Logan barely registered the horror of the place. His focus was on one thing—the idiot who’d managed to get himself into this mess.

Wade’s scent was stronger now, the blood fresher. Logan followed it through the maze of corridors, his movements a combination of raw instinct and calculated precision. Every muscle in his body was coiled, ready to strike. He rounded a corner, his sharp hearing picking up something new—laughter. Muffled, but undeniably familiar. It was Wade’s laugh, laced with exhaustion and a little bit of hysteria.

“Son of a—” Logan bit off the curse as he quickened his pace.

The sound of his boots on the grated floor echoed faintly, but he didn’t care about stealth anymore. He could feel the beast inside him clawing at the edges of his control, the primal part of him that wanted to tear through whatever or whoever had put Wade in this situation. The scent was nearly overwhelming now, and as he rounded another corner, the sight before him stopped him cold.

There was Wade, suspended in the middle of the room by a series of chains and straps. His suit was torn to shreds, revealing patches of raw, bloodied skin that glistened under the harsh, flickering lights. A grotesque contraption of blades and gears hovered dangerously close to his body, clearly designed to inflict as much pain as possible without delivering a killing blow. Not that Wade would die, of course. That was the point, wasn’t it? Keep him alive. Make him suffer.

And yet, despite the carnage, Wade’s maskless face split into a wide, bloody grin the moment he saw Logan.

“Logie-bear!” Wade called out, his voice hoarse but still infuriatingly cheerful. He waved weakly, his hand slick with blood. “You found me! Took you long enough, you big, hairy softie.”

Logan’s growl was low and guttural, his claws snapping out with a metallic snikt as his gaze swept over the room. His chest heaved with barely contained rage, the feral side of him threatening to take over. He took one step closer, his amber eyes locked on Wade.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Logan snarled.

“And you’re a goddamn knight in shining adamantium,” Wade shot back, coughing slightly but still managing to sound insufferable. “Now, how about you get me down from here before I lose more blood? Not that I’m complaining—I mean, it’s great for weight loss, but—”

“Shut up, Wilson,” Logan snapped, but his claws were already slicing through the chains holding Wade. He caught the mercenary as he fell, holding him awkwardly but securely.

“Aw, you do care,” Wade muttered, resting his head against Logan’s shoulder.

Logan didn’t respond. He was too busy glaring at the room, silently daring anything—or anyone—to try stopping them. The beast inside him wasn’t done yet, but for now, it could wait. First, he needed to get Wade out of here. Then, he’d deal with the bastard responsible for this.

“Let’s go,” Logan growled, carrying Wade toward the exit.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Wade murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion but still managing to be as annoying as ever.

Logan sighed. “I should’ve left you in the chair.”

[julia-lestrade]

Mechanic at the junkyard

Paring : Dean McCoppin x fem!reader

Tw: Romance

The sun was high over the scrap towers of Dean’s junkyard. Metallic gleams danced in the distance as you leaned over a stubborn weld on the Iron Giant’s shoulder joint. Your grease-streaked coveralls clung to your frame, and a smudge of oil painted your cheek. The Giant sat patiently, head tilted slightly as if curious about your work.

“Careful there,” Dean’s familiar voice called from behind you, a teasing lilt threading through. “That big lug’s got feelings, y’know. You shock him in the wrong place, and we’ll all get a surprise.”

You chuckled ore more like huffing , glancing over your shoulder at him. Dean stood with his hands being occupied by holding two espresso , his signature black turtleneck and brown jacket dusted with rust and sawdust. His hair was slightly tousled, no doubt from some harebrained artistic project he’d been working on earlier.

“I’ve got it under control, McCoppin,” you replied, adjusting your welding goggles. “I’m not the one who turned a spare fender into a… what was it again? A coffee table or a modern art monstrosity , oh is it a personalised shrine for me ?”

Dean’s smirk widened, and he sauntered over, carrying two mugs of coffee. “It’s functional art, sweetheart,” he corrected, handing you one of the mugs. “But I’ll forgive the jab since you’re single-handedly keeping this junkyard’s biggest customer in working order.”

You took the mug (cup?) gratefully, blowing on the steaming liquid before setting it aside. The Giant shifted slightly, the sound of creaking metal drawing both your attention.

“Easy, big guy,” you said, patting his massive forearm. “I’m almost done. Just a few more tweaks, and you’ll be good as new.”

Dean leaned on a nearby pile of scrap, watching you work with an amused glint in his eye. “You’re really something, you know that? Not many people could handle a fifty foot-tall robot like it’s just another carburetor.” ( is he 50 foot-tall ? Idk)

You snorted, reaching for your wrench. “Not many people are as stubborn as me, you mean.”

“That too,” he said with a grin. “But you’ve got talent. And guts. You don’t scare easy.”

You paused for a moment, meeting his gaze. Dean had a way of complimenting you that felt genuine, even when it was laced with sarcasm. It wasn’t something you were used to, and it caught you off guard every time.

“Thanks, Dean,” you said softly before turning back to your work.

For a while, the only sounds were the occasional clank of metal and the Giant’s low, rumbling hums of acknowledgment as you adjusted his joint. Dean stayed nearby, sometimes offering a tool before you even asked for it.

“You ever think about what you’d do if you weren’t fixing robots and patching up junk?” Dean asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

You laughed. “Like what? Become a poet? A fashion designer? Nah, this is where I’m supposed to be.”

Dean chuckled. “Hard to picture you in business clothing , yeah.”

“Exactly.” You tightened the last bolt, then wiped your hands on your coveralls. “Besides, this job has its perks.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

You smirked, turning to him. “Free coffee, great company, and the occasional russianish alienish robot repair gig. What more could a girl want?”

Dean tilted his head, his expression softening. “Yeah, well, the company isn’t too bad on my end either.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly busied yourself packing up your tools. Dean’s rare moments of sincerity always threw you for a loop.

“All right, big guy,” you said to the Giant, ignoring the warmth creeping up your neck. “You’re all set. Try moving that arm.”

The Giant raised his repaired limb, flexing it experimentally before giving a pleased beep and a thumbs-up. You grinned, stepping back to admire your work.

“Looks like I’m still the best mechanic in Rockwell,” you said, throwing a playful glance at Dean.

Dean laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Yeah, yeah. You win this round, greasy oil sack .”

As the Giant wandered off to explore the junkyard, you felt Dean step closer. When you turned, he was right there, a hint of hesitation in his expression.

“You know,” he began, scratching the back of his neck, “if you ever, uh, wanted to do more than just fix stuff around here… maybe grab dinner or something… I wouldn’t say no.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed to keep your cool. Barely.

“Well,” you said, crossing your arms with a grin, “you’d better keep the coffee flowing and the junkyard stocked. A girl’s got standards, you know.”

Dean’s laughter echoed through the junkyard as he tipped an imaginary hat to you. “Deal.”

As the Giant let out a curious whistle in the distance, you and Dean stood there, the smell of oil and coffee mingling in the air. Maybe working in a junkyard wasn’t so bad after all.

Authors Note : I don’t know if this was to pick me like ore not bc I tried write something new

[someone-save-vlad-king]

Common Sense Kings Headcanons

(Angst-free only.)

As a Whole:

"Common Sense" is a lie. They share one braincell and Kan keeps it in the confiscated phones drawer. (He hasn't trusted them since the Incident. No, I will not elaborate.)

They're all great swimmers, except Tsuburaba. The kanji in Awase's name all relate to water — bubbles, rapids, ocean, and snow; Kaibara is definitely the type to use his Quirk as a boost (and it just seems helpful in general); and for Rin, Chinese dragons are associated with water, unlike Western ones. Tsuburaba, meanwhile, is mostly associated with air.

Video game nights usually end in disaster. That's why they mostly play Mario Kart, the least rage-inducing game ever.

Awase:

Sometimes, he Welds together little mixed media sculptures. Metal bits, googly eyes, Rin's scales, that sort of thing. He isn't very good at it, but then, he doesn't have to be. It sparks joy.

Also decent with mechanics. He, Yaoyorozu, and Hatsume would make a great team.

Has a lot of scars from all the dumb shit he's done over the years — and he's proud of every single one of them. Even the dumbest ones. It inadvertently helps some of his friends feel better about their own.

Cheats at origami.

Kaibara:

Loves green tea. This is based on two puns: Sencha (煎茶), the most popular green tea in Japan, and chasen (茶筅), the bamboo whisk used to make matcha. (There are so many puns you can make on the name Sen, it's great.)

The best dancer of the four — or, the only good dancer. The other three suck.

A contortionist in every way except professionally, with no qualms about showing it off. He's got the most fucked-up joints you've ever seen. He can even turn his head around like an owl. Fear him. (Seriously, look up contortionists, they're awesome.)

Tsuburaba:

Has the spice tolerance of a wet chicken nugget. You could kill him with a singular Dorito. The other three refuse to let him live this down.

Obsessed with practical effects in movies and plays. Props, clever set design, you name it. He's even experimented with using his Solid Air for something similar, though he hasn't done it in a while. In a movie production AU, he'd definitely be in charge of that.

When Kan doesn't have it, Tsuburaba holds the braincell. He's objectively a terrible choice, yes, but process of elimination rules. And yes, this is because of the Incident.

Rin:

Many thoughts, head still empty for some reason.

His favorite animal is the koi fish.

Almost won the class representative election purely by promising to teach the class Mandarin swear words. Kan was not happy.

Can and will make up a bullshit idiom. What are you gonna do about it? Fact-check him? Take your phone out and Google it? In front of the teacher?

[bones-and-whatnot]

Design notes on the imagined “toy forms” of TADC characters

Caine and Kinger are self-explanatory— wind-up teeth and lone chess king

Bubble is not really a “character”, but his image is the mascot on a bottle of bubble fluid. It has been refilled with a soap-and-water mixture many times.

Pomni has a plush body with plastic/porcelain limbs and head. Kaufmo is a fully plush clown doll (the texture of his suit is soft and ridged like a magazine catalogue pillow).

^Sorta like that.

Ragatha once had two painted eyes, but the section of her right eye got ripped apart and was put back together with a button for a replacement eye. As such, the area around her button eye is a little pinched.

Jax is one of those bendy poseable rubber figurines you see at dentists offices and stuff.

Most configurations of Zooble can’t really be stood up properly because their bean body is too heavy to be supported by their spindly little legs. As such, the Zooble toy is often seen “quadrupedal” or just tipped over lying down. Also the hypothetical child does not necessarily always put the Zooble toy together into a humanoid shape. Sometimes it’s just a weird abstract branching thing.

Gangle is two masks. They have ribbons attached so you can tie the mask onto your face. Sometimes, they get tangled up.

The Gloinks are little plastic (wooden?) blocks. The Gloink Queen is the zip-up bag they come in (like the bag Bananagrams pieces are stored in)

Orbsman is a jointed plastic figure. Each of his orbs have that kinda ragged ridge around the middle that plastic ball toys would sometimes have from where they were, like, welded together I guess.

[acidxinxwonderland]

Resurgence

Chapter one: Renewal

18 plus!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: You live a stressful life to say the least, working two jobs and going to college is no easy task. You find it hard maintaining many things, such as friendships, your home and most importantly yourself. Yet after finding boxes full of parts for an animatronic near a dumpster, you do everything in your power to restore him. Little did you know that he was going to change your life for the better.

Tags: Female Reader, No use of y/n, Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, Dominant Glamrock Freddy, Submissive Reader, Touch-Starved, Reader is a hot mess, nicotine addiction, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn-ish, Build a penis, Readers parents have passed away

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:  Excited to post the first chapter for this! I've been putting some effort in this one so I really hope you enjoy it! <333

AO3 link

Chapter 2

Six months.

To you it feels like it was just yesterday when you found him. Six months ago you were heading out to the bar with your friends when you stumbled upon boxes full of parts, parts that belonged to a Freddy Fazbear animatronic from the Mega Pizzaplex that tragically collapsed not too long ago.

As soon as you found those boxes that night you forgot all about the bar, instead making your friends carry it all the way back to your house where you would immediately get to work. It was safe to say your small group of friends were very displeased with you.

Six months of rewiring, welding, programming, repainting, you name it. You can’t even count the all-nighters while juggling two jobs and taking college classes in the mornings. All of this to work on a single animatronic, an animatronic that failed to work countless of times.

Yet tonight you had a good feeling. You've convinced yourself this was it, that all the work you did would finally come together. This was the night you turned something from scrap into a proper working model.

You can see it now, you’d be the talk of the class, you’ll probably make the news for doing this! All the frustration, all the tears, it was worth it. Especially with the fact that you were able to recover most of his highly advanced AI, something the Mega Pizzaplex was well known for.

You sit at your desk in the middle of the night, the large animatronic bear laid upon a metal table in your garage, wires hooked up to your computer as you type commands with quick fingers on your keyboard, a cigarette dangling loosely from your lips.

You glance over at Freddy, admiring your handiwork with an anxious gaze. Adorned in a glossy metal casing with intricate vibrant blue designs you hand painted yourself, he looks exactly like his old self.

You take in a slow breath as you switch your gaze over to your computer, you fixate on the startup command, rereading it over and over to make sure you spelled everything right.

“Here goes nothing.” You murmur as you press the enter key on your keyboard.

You roll your chair back, turning it towards Freddy with bated breath as everything slowly begins to power on, this seems promising, considering the fact the entire house hasn’t lost power yet.

You hear the sounds of machinery humming to life as the seconds passed, smoke beginning to plume from his open mouth. You sit up in your chair, snubbing the cigarette in the ashtray beside you while you avidly wait to see what happens.

Freddy’s eyelids were the first to slide open, a vibrant blue glow pouring out of his optics. Then with the sound of motorized joints snapping to life Freddy abruptly sits up on the metal table, he appears panicked as he looks around in frantic motions. You are too shocked to say anything as he looks down at himself, letting out a disgruntled groan before ripping the wires out from his ports which causes sparks to fly.

He gets off the table and you are thoroughly reminded just how big he is. His eyes finally locked onto yours, his gaze was full of bewilderment and something else that makes you want to run away.

“Where am I? This is not the Mega Pizzaplex.” He held a strong, thunderous voice that reverberated throughout the garage.

Your eyes widen at the question, not expecting for him to be almost hostile right off the bat. Your heart begins to pound in your chest, reaching your ears as you stare up at him in both pride and a twinge of fear.

It takes you a moment but you finally find your voice, uttering out your words. “You’re um, you’re in my house! I just repaired you, you are safe from any harm.”

Freddy looks tense, well, as tense as one could look for being a robot. His expression softened yet the confusion remains palpable. “Repaired me… I was offline?”

You slowly nod your head. “Yes, I found you near a dumpster not too long ago and I took you back home with me.”

“I see.” He looks back down at you with sorrow in his voice. “I do not remember getting shut down… Have they replaced me with a new model?”

“Do you… Not remember anything?” You ask your question carefully and he shakes his head. Damn, you were really looking forward to knowing what happened to the Pizzaplex.

“Well, the Mega Pizzaplex collapsed around seven months ago. I found you a month later sitting near a dumpster, took you home and…” You gesture to the area around you. “Here you are now.”

Freddy was silent, you can see the literal gears turning in his head as he processed the information you just gave him.

“This can’t be. There is something wrong, it feels as though something is missing in my memory storage.” He places a paw-like hand on his head, looking down at the floor.

“Yeah, your memory was pretty corrupt when I started my repairs on you. I got most of it recovered but I had to give up on some of it. I still plan on trying to fix it but I focused more on getting you back in working order first.”

His hands fall to his sides, giving a nod of his head. “I understand, the fact you were able to recover most of it is fantastic.” He takes a step closer to you, speaking in a more tentative tone. “I apologize, I have been rather rude haven’t I? I’d like to thank you for bringing me back online. I am very grateful.”

You wave your hand. “Don’t worry about it, I get it. I would be pretty freaked out too.” Yet that was because you are human, never in a million years did you expect such a reaction coming from him.

“Yes, ‘freaked out’ is the perfect description isn’t it?” His ears droop down, a mix of melancholy and gratitude evident on his features.  “The Pizzaplex… it is gone. What is to become of me? What purpose do I have now?” A hint of uncertainty colored his words, seemingly hoping to get some guidance from you.

Your face softened, it was clear he was uneasy with this entire situation. The Mega Pizzaplex was once a beacon of joy and entertainment has met its demise. Now here he is, standing in your garage, given a chance at a new life.

Finally, you answer him, offering him a smile of kindness and understanding. “Sometimes you don’t really need a purpose, or a duty to fulfill.” You lean back in your chair, shrugging your shoulders. “I mean, you’re pretty much free now. I’m sure you’ve never seen the outside world once in your entire ‘life’. That makes it not sound too bad, right?”

His eyes flicker with apprehension while mulling over your words. It was clear the concept of freedom was completely foreign to him, which of course, was understandable.

“You’re right, that doesn’t sound too bad at all. The thought of experiencing new things… It is rather intriguing. And having you by my side,” He comes in closer, a soft look on his face. “Well, that would make it all the more exciting.”

As soon as Freddy got a bit too close for comfort you rolled your chair back. You feel nervous but you're also astonished, you can't believe you actually pulled this off, he was really here.

"Well, I'll be here every step of the way." You force a tight smile. He takes notice of your discomfort, taking a step back and making you realize you have been holding your breath this entire time.

“That sounds like a plan! We’re going to be a great team, you and I.” Freddy now seems more relaxed as he looks around your messy garage full of parts and trash. “Is this all to your home?”

You let out a laugh from his question, standing up from your chair. “No, no this is just my garage.”

“Oh! Yes, I see. A garage, a building for housing motor vehicles! But… I do not see a motor vehicle here.”

“It’s outside in the driveway. I use this as an office, robotics, school work, all that jazz.”

“An interesting place to choose as your workplace! I see that it is quite… cluttered.”

“Wait till you see the rest of the house bud.” You let out a chuckle. “Follow me.” You lead him to the door that leads outside, opening it up and taking a step out.

“That sounds a little concerning.” He murmurs cautiously while following after you.

As soon as he walks out of your garage he stops in place once he sees the blanket of twinkling stars above him. “Oh… Wow.” He holds a soft tone full of genuine wonderment as his eyes widen.

You watch his reaction, feeling a flutter in your chest as you see a machine experience a true night sky for the first time. You still can’t believe you really did it, he was here and he appears so life-like- almost as if he has real emotions.

Yet… That wasn't possible.

Just as you started to really think about it all you were immediately captivated by glowing blue optics looking down at you.

“This is incredible.” He remarks. “A glimpse into something absolutely extraordinary. All thanks to you, superstar.”

Your heart skips a beat. Superstar… It sounds comforting coming from him with his honeyed voice.

After a few moments pass you realize the two of you have just been staring at each other in silence. You clear your throat, offering him a smile.

“Of course big guy.” You place your hands in your pocket to keep them warm from the cool night air, looking back up at the sky with him. “Welcome to the real world.”

The two of you stand there in silence, the ethereal beauty of the stars capturing your attention and filling you both with a sense of tranquility. The sounds of the crickets and frogs, the branches of the large trees surrounding your small home moving with the light breeze.

Although it was all starting to feel a bit strange, you have someone-or something-by your side now. As a person who usually lives on your own, you finally realize that this was going to take some getting used too. He was a lot more lively then you thought he’d be.

Freddy is the first to break his trance, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “How about we head inside now? I am eager to see your home.”

You snort, walking away from the garage and towards the front porch. “There’s nothing to be eager about but… It’s home.” As you go up the steps and to the front door you begin to feel a bit nervous, you never thought you’d be embarrassed to show your living space to a robot.

“It can’t be that bad.” He speaks in a cheerful tone as you open the door, taking a step inside with him. “Oh… Oh my.”

You feel your face heat up as the two of you look around your home. It was cluttered as cluttered could be, the kitchen and living room merged seamlessly creating an open area of utter chaos. An array of dirty dishes and utensils stacked up together from countless culinary endeavors, the smell of forgotten meals and cigarettes intermingling in the air.

Your living room was no better. Scattered papers, cigarette butts and empty bottles of beer haphazardly placed about on the floor and coffee table. The nicest thing there was the sofa, mostly because you got it not too long ago on a good sale.

There was a long silence that passed between the two of you. He was the first one to break it.

“This isn’t like the Pizzaplex at all.” He looks over at you and you give him an apologetic smile. “But… It has some charm to it.”

You let out a surprised, short laugh, raising a brow. “Yeah? How so?”

“Well, the one thing I know is that a home is a reflection of oneself.”

“What does mine say about me?”

He inspects his surroundings more before giving you his answer. “It appears that you lead a very busy lifestyle, or that you greatly struggle with caring for yourself.” Freddy’s tone was analytical, tilting his head to the side. “Is that right?”

“Yup, spot on for both.” You make your way to the couch, falling down onto it and stretching your arms up into the air. “Two jobs, school, it’s not really easy maintaining a home.. Or myself.”

“That does sound like quite a lot on your plate.” He takes his place near the couch, his hands behind his back as he continues to observe your home. “Perhaps I could be of assistance to you.”

“Of assistance to me…?” You repeat his words slowly. He gives a short nod of his head.

“Yes. You have brought me back online, the least I can do is help you around the house. Cooking, cleaning, helping with school work. Whatever you need.”

You’re a bit taken aback by this offer, you had no idea you have quite literally built your own assistant. It sounds like a sweet deal, you’ve never had anyone willing to help you like this but at the same time you feel a tug at your heart.

“Um… Well, that sounds nice and all but you don’t owe me anything, really. I just wanted to see if I could do it, show off to my professor and…” You trail off, realizing how much you didn’t think about what happens after you built him.

“I insist. I want to do this, eager even. It will be a great help for me when it comes to adjusting to this new life, at the Mega Pizzaplex I always had something to do. Knowing that I no longer have that,” He casts his gaze to the side before continuing. “It feels as though there is something wrong within my coding.”

You run a hand through your hair as you process what he was saying, searching his face. You let out a long sigh, finally giving your answer.

“Yeah, alright. If you’re cool with it, I would really like that.”

Freddy clasps his hands together, taking on a cheerful demeanor. “It is very cool with me, superstar! This is the start to something wonderful, I just know it. Let’s get started now, tell me, when was the last time you’ve eaten today?”

“Um… Never o’clock?” You answer with a sheepish smile.

He looks confused at first, squinting his eyes before they widen once the realization sets in. “Are you meaning to tell me that you have eaten nothing today?”

“That is not good, do you not know how important it is to have proper meals throughout the day?” Freddy shakes his head as he reprimands you, turning around and going to the kitchen to begin to find you something to eat.

“Well yeah, it was my last day off and I wanted to finish working on you. It kinda slipped my mind.”

“Well yeah, of course I do. Like I said, I just didn’t really think about it.” You get up from the couch to follow after him, taking a seat at the table full of old letters and trash.

“I see that my work is cut out for me, hm?” His tone was playful as he opened the fridge.

You feel your face heat up from his teasing, grumbling underneath your breath as you take your cigarette pack from your pocket to have a quick smoke.

“You do not have much to eat…” He murmurs as he closes the fridge to go open a cupboard. “Hm… Well, it is not the most nutritious of meals, but I could make you macaroni and cheese.”

Your eyes light up from his words, recently it’s all been instant ramen noodles, mac and cheese sounds perfect right now. “Yeah! That sounds good.” You light the end of your cigarette, leaning back in your seat as you watch Freddy get to work.

Your brows furrow as you blow smoke out from your mouth. “Actually wait… You do know how to cook, right?”

“Of course I do! Back at the Mega Pizzaplex it was a common activity to bake or cook with children, I have plenty of recipes and have the capability to learn more. It was one of my favorite things to do, although it was not too often. Chica was the one to always be the leader of those little ‘classes’.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool honestly.” You watch as he goes to the sink, taking one of the least dirtiest pots and beginning to wash it out. It was interesting to see an animatronic bear doing such a mundane chore.

You let out a small hum before drawing on the end of your cigarette. “So… Do you really not remember anything of what happened before? Like… How the Plex collapsed and what not?”

Freddy stills for a moment, trying his best to remember what happened but he mimics the sound of a sigh and continues his task.

“Unfortunately, my memory prior to being decommissioned is fragmented at best. I recollect my performances and entertaining children but as for the details of its closure, it remains a mystery to me. I apologize.”

A guilty frown tugs at the corners of your lips as he finishes washing the pot and filling it up, moving to the stove to boil it.

“There’s no need to be sorry. I wasn’t expecting you would, I guess what you lost was the night of you getting.. Destroyed. I’ll figure it out in due time, it would be nice to know what actually happened.” You stub your cigarette out on the ashtray, leaning your head on your hand as you continue to watch him work away.

“What do you mean by that? Does no one know what has caused the Mega Pizzaplex to collapse?” He turns his body towards you with a curious glint in his eyes.

You shake your head. “Nope. They tried saying it was from an earthquake but no one believes it, considering the fact no one living near the Pizzaplex felt one big enough to mess up an entire building.”

“I… See, that is quite strange. Well, if there is any chance of recovering those lost memories and shed some light on what truly transpired, I am very eager to explore it alongside you.” His gaze was filled with unwavering dedication.

You feel a small amount of excitement from his words, you were pretty eager too if you were being honest with yourself. “Yes, we’ll figure it out. Maybe. If we don't, oh well, y’know? You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

You lean back in your chair, looking the bear up and down as excitement bubbles up once again. “I’m more than happy with the progress I’ve made today. You’re working, talking! After all these months you’re finally here.”

Freddy lets out a soft chuckle as he goes back to the stove to put the pasta in the water. “I am continuously impressed by your talent. You have proven yourself to be quite the extraordinary individual.” He looks back at you as he speaks. “You bringing me back is very impressive, you should be proud of yourself for doing such a hard task.”

Your eyes widen as you are showered with praise, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. You aren’t very used to such compliments.

You clear your throat, beginning to play with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Well, um, thank you Freddy.” Your eyes fall onto his hand while he stirs the cooking pasta. “That’s… That’s really sweet of you. I’m glad you think that way.”

He picks up on your timid behavior, looking back at what he was doing while he replies to you in a mellow tone. “You deserve every word of praise.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence afterwards, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by it all once again. Two years of living completely alone and now you have a roommate, who was a giant animatronic bear that you just met and he is already cooking for you. This was insane.

After some time there was a bowl of mac and cheese set in front of you. You watch the steam emit from it as you feel your stomach growl, you didn’t realize how hungry you were until now.

“Thank you so much.” You murmur out appreciatively, picking up the spoon and popping it in your mouth. Your eyes widen, looking up at the bear who has a satisfied look on his features. This didn’t even taste like box mac and cheese… How does one make boxed mac and cheese taste so good?!

You swallow your food before praising him. “God Freddy, what did you do while I looked away? This is great!”

He lets out a mechanized chuckle, pulling out the chair and sitting down. It creaks underneath him, making you feel a bit sorry for his seat.

“Nothing special, just some seasonings with extra cheese. I’m glad you like it, although I implore you to go grocery shopping soon for more nutritious meals, you are worth more than macaroni and cheese and ramen.” His tone becomes serious at the end and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I see you found my ramen stash.” You chuckle before taking another bite.

“I did. You have a tremendous amount… It’s insane.”

You snorted from his words, he wasn’t wrong, ramen is what you thrive off of.

“It’s quick and easy! Pop in the microwave, badda bing badda boom a 50 cent five course meal.”

“That… That is not a five course meal!” He sounds almost offended, a surprised look in his eyes. “And in the microwave? You do not cook it on the stove?”

“Nope.” You draw the word out slowly, a small smile on your lips as you gauge his shocked reaction. It takes him a few moments but he finally regains his composure.

“I see, well, that’s alright. It is just something we will have to work on together. I will write you a list and when you have the time I really encourage you to get these items, it will help me cook even better meals than this one. Does that sound good to you?” His tone was much softer now, comforting and unjudging.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me, I’ll go out shopping after class tomorrow.”

“Oh, you have class tomorrow? At what time?”

“Five am.” You say casually while taking another bite of your mac and cheese.

“Five am…? Superstar, it’s 2 in the morning.” He seems genuinely concerned for your well being now more than ever, having him here with you is really reminding you how much you don’t take care of yourself and you just finished repairing him.

“I know, I know.” You sigh out, eating the last of your mac and cheese. “I’ll go lay down right after I bring your charger inside.”

Freddy takes the bowl in front of you, getting up and putting it in the sink. “It is best if you go to bed right now. Just tell me what to do and I will set the charger up myself.”

“Um… Are you sure?” You quirk a brow. “It might be easier if you let me do it so you know what to do next time.”

“Nonsense, I can handle it, I am Freddy Fazbear!”

A small chuckle falls past your lips. “Well, if you say so. There is a large, modified battery sitting near my work bench, set up on the couch and plug the cord into the port on your arm. Then all you gotta do is flip the switch and you’ll begin to charge.”

“I see… Sounds easy enough, if I need assistance I will ask you. Please go rest now, I will see you in the morning.” There was a kindness in his optics, bringing you a sense of comfort.

“I hear you.” You huff, getting up from your seat turning around to head to the stairs. “Goodnight Freddy, see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, superstar.”

With that you leave to go up to your disarrayed room, kicking off your pants and climbing into your large comfortable bed. Although as soon as your head hits the pillow and your eyes fall closed the only thing you could think about was your new roommate.

[goggblogging]

so as you may know i got my dream kit today

i am a CERTIFIED GOGG ENJOYER and built him in 3 hours NOT COUNTING SETBACKS. and this is how it went

the oops! all fingers! runner

live footage of me realizing that hgs are TINY compared to what im used to (i prefer building 1/100 mg kits but more broadly i collect 11" fashion dolls so he was so shrimpy to me!)

i also put his fingers on backwards when i did the first hand assembly. oops

but what would be a gunpla build without a little hiccup hm? its been two years since i last finished a kit and um.

i wasnt paying attention and snipped right through his hip joint.

naturally this dogshit glue up failed and i had to drill into him and set wire with some jb weld so

heres goggy recovering from his hip surgery

and here he is done and next to one of my pixlings! i dont usually buy 7" dolls but i love fairy themed character designs so... yeah i bought into pixlings hehe. but they make gogg look so cute!!

and um. naturally i could not resist displaying him with a few monster high accessories. what can i say. i have a ton of them in storage and he wears the beret so well

[chromaticflare]

My Latest Creation: The Snowplow of Doom

During the harsh Polish winter, my friend and fellow r/place veteran, Resor, has to brave snowey roads that even snowplows can’t tame. As such, for their birthday, I thought I’d make something to help them deal with this issue.

Half snowplow, half snow cannon, and mounted to the front of Resor’s car, introducing the Snowplow of Doom!

What it Does

The contraption has two modes: snowplow and snow cannon.

When in snowplow mode, the contraption flings accumulated snow on the road off to the side and out of the path of the vehicle.

Alternatively when in snow cannon mode, the vehicle will accumulate snow into a ball in front of the vehicle. The ball will then be launched at high speed when the firing rope is pulled.

How it works

The contraption has four parts: the spell switcher, the spell array plate, the bolt sign toggle, and the firing rope.

Spell Array Plate

The spell array plate contains the glyphs.

The bottom “snowplow” row of spells consists of push spells that fling snow up and to the side.

The top “snow cannon” row consists of a central “snowball” spell which collects snow and forms it into a ball, as well as push spells that funnel snow into it.

Spell Switcher

In order to switch between snowplow and snow cannon mode, the spell switcher is employed.

The spell switcher, which is secured to the spell array plate, has ink drawn on its back that fills in the gaps on the glyphs on the spell array plate. By moving the lever, you can change weather the top or bottom spells are completed, toggling the mode.

Bolt Sign Toggle

The final component of the snowplow is the bolt sign toggle.

Tied to the toggle is a rope which, when pulled, causes the toggle to swing up and touch the snowball glyph. As there are bolt signs drawn on the toggle, this makes the snowball spell change into a snowball launching spell, causing the accumulated snowball to fire at high speeds.

The Quirks

This design has a few quirks. For starters, the bar on the spell switcher is rigid and can’t be folded up, meaning that you can’t use whatever door the bar is blocking. Additionally, bar for the spell switcher doesn’t lock in place, meaning it has to be held in position to prevent it from staying in snowcannon mode or to stop the spells from deactivating if you hit a bump.

Could I solve both of these issues with just a single double hinge joint near the base of the rod and two hooks welded to the far door? Yes. Am I going to? No.

Happy Birthday, Resor!

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 28, vol. 33, 9 juillet 1911, Paris. Bicycle advertisement. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

DESCRIPTION. — Cadre et fourche en tubes d’acier étiré, sans soudure, renforcés à tous les raccords. — Pièces de direction nickelées, en acier décolleté. — Guidon à serrage par expandeur.— Pédalier à réglage indesserrable par bagues coniques et concentriques. — Manivelles acier forgé à grande résistance. — Pédales à scie avec entretoises. — Pignon acier laminé, modèle déposé, 52 dents, au pas de 12-7. — Moyeux à cônes indéréglables. — Jantes acier à bords nickelés. — Rayons tangents renforcés, marque “Etoile”. — Roue libre Eadie véritable, à 2 rangées de billes. — Frein de sûreté sur la roue avant. — Frein sur la jante arrière, licence Bowden. — Chaîne acier, supérieure, au pas de 12-7. — Garde-boue érable poli et verni. — Selles, 4 spires à 4 fils nickelés. — Sacoche garnie de tous les accessoires. — Email noir très soigné. Nickel extra 1er titre sur cuivre. — Poids en ordre de marche : 13 kilos.

DESCRIPTION. — Frame and fork in drawn steel tubes, without welding, reinforced at all joints. — Nickel-plated steering parts, in machined steel. — Handlebar with expander clamping. — Crankset with unloosenable adjustment by conical and concentric rings. — High-strength forged steel cranks. — Saw pedals with spacers. — Rolled steel pinion, registered design, 52 teeth, 12-7 pitch. — Hubs with unadjustable cones. — Steel rims with nickel-plated edges. — Reinforced tangent spokes, “Etoile” brand. — Genuine Eadie freewheel, with 2 rows of ball bearings. — Safety brake on the front wheel. — Brake on the rear rim, Bowden license. — Steel chain, upper, 12-7 pitch. — Polished and varnished maple mudguards. — Saddles, 4 coils with 4 nickel-plated wires. — Bag with all accessories. — Very neat black enamel. Extra nickel 1st grade on copper. — Weight in working order: 13 kilos.

[randomwriteronline]

"I can't do anything for the eyelid."

Krakua listened in polite and total silence as Jaller (slightly creaky, emphasis on velar consonants) insisted: "Nothing at all?"

"It's fused into the mask," Zaria (ejective alveolar fricatives, deeper tinnier tone, slightly scratchy) replied curtly: "I can't separate the different protodermis masses anymore, and even if I could the lid wouldn't be able to move on its own after the damage it sustained. The only viable options are to either close it completely, leave it like this, or remove the whole thing."

"A permanently open eye sounds like a nightmare..."

"And there's no saying an operation like that doesn't run the risk of fracturing the brain, either."

"That's a possibility?"

"With how brittle he is, I wouldn't be surprised." the voice shifted, sound waves changing trajectory with a sneer: "How did you even wreck yourself like that, huh? Forgot how to finish a Nova blast?"

Krakua remained perfectly still, breaths quiet, shallow.

After a long pause, Jaller spoke up: "Can the mask be removed?

"Surgically, yes. I could probably shave off a bit of the excess protodermis to make the mass a little more manageable, too. He'll need to be operated on his joints either way."

"What's your sentence on those?"

"Left knee will have to be bolted down so it doesn't risk dislocating abruptly, but it'll survive; I'll leave what to do with the right one up to him in the end, though personally I'd completely re-do it since it's not much better than the calf and ankle - those are too damaged and will need prosthetic replacements. His foot seems fine enough, I'll see if I can salvage it."

"And his other ankle? Hewkii said it was broken."

"It is, and it'll need a thorough welding job. His hip and spine too, on a smaller scale. His chest is only a bit warped, thankfully, so there shouldn't be too many problems."

"About his arm--"

"The problem's organic. Elder Racans promised they'll check on it."

"Thank you. If there's anything we can do..."

"See if you can remedy him some more braces like the one he already had until the prosthetics feel natural and at least one crutch to get around, maybe a small vehicle. He'll need as little weight on his lower half as possible for the adjustment period, and it surely won't be too bad to let him have some support later on, either."

"That's the opposite of an issue. Nuparu will love to keep himself busy for about a day designing and making all that."

A deeper hum closed the conversation with a nod, and the Toa of Iron stalked away to the other side of the room to rummage with a pile of something delicate, of carefully tempered metal and thick crystalline glass, looking for the correct tool.

Their soft tinkering painted unclear shapes in the eye of Krakua's mind as their careful sounds melted into the white noise tracing patterns on the ceiling.

"You've been awfully quiet," a creaky voice whispered at his side.

"Thinking," he replied hoarsely, peacefully.

Jaller smiled: "About what?"

"If my mask can be fixed."

"That's a question for the mask makers," Zaria interjected.

"They'll surely have the schematics for a Suletu," the Toa of Fire reassured his friend: "If not, they can easily get someone to send a print for it over."

But the De-Toa tilted his head slightly: "I want my mask fixed," he insisted: "I don't need a new one. Mine's fine. I just want it fixed."

"It will have to be melted down."

"That's fine. I just want it fixed."

"I think that can be done. It will probably have some added protodermis, though, to stabilize it."

"But most of it will still be the same?"

"Of course."

"That's fine, then."

Liquid lightly crashing against the inside of some kind of vial distracted him briefly: the Toa of Iron laid the object down before he could catch a good glimpse of it and went back to rummaging for yet some other medical utensil.

Raising his volume so he could be heard above the rockus, he did not turn as he asked: "Did you listen to what I said earlier?"

"Yes," Krakua croaked as nicely as his ghastly voice could.

"What do you want for your eye, then?"

"Like this is fine."

"Your knee?"

"I trust you."

"So I have permission to make it a prosthesis?"

"Yes, please."

Zaria turned to him briefly like he'd just spoken in an alien language: "Aren't you polite," he muttered at last, sounding flabbergasted.

Krakua coughed out a little laugh.

Jaller remained in the room as long as he could, keeping a careful eye on the few pieces of equipment slowly piling up on a small tray beside the cot - metal ingots, a sealed glass vial of some nebulous liquid, some kind of half-mask, a chisel, a pair of small scissors, a miniature blowtorch, a scalpel of sorts. He recognized most of them from his time getting a shoulder fixed up in the claustrophobic infirmary in Ta-Koro, his example being used to teach as many Matoran as possible how to treat more dire injuries.

His thoughts soured the longer his gaze lingered on the utensils. A vague sense of calm nudged them to the side: glancing downward, he found the De-Toa staring at him, buzzing faintly yet reassuringly where he laid with a sort of pleasant grimace and a quiet mischievoys request to distract him.

Acquiescing, a short sonar wave left the Arthron.

The Toa of Fire managed a little smile when his friend squirmed with a hissing giggle as the sound gently hit him.

He nodded whenZaria made a definitive gesture, telling him to get out and wait until called again - probably to fetch the safely removed Mask of Telepathy.

His hand squeezed gently the dark armored shoulder one last time: "Remember you'll need to adjust."

"Hm-hm."

"And I'll have your mask."

"Hm-hm."

"So don't disappear again. Got it?"

"Hm-hm."

A stern look: "Got it?"

The battered warrior cackled: "Got it."

Jaller patted him lightly; the next moment, he was gone.

The Fe-Toa's palm was heavier, more concrete: laid across Krakua's chestpiece it seemed to encompass it completely, carefully studying how the protodermis rose and fell beneath it.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed.

Krakua inhaled as much as he could.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Good. Keep going," he ordered as he went to fetch the vial.

The younger being watched him fix the half-mask on top of it, careful not to jostle the liquid too much yet: "I don't need it," he spoke calmly, very quietly. "I can handle the pain."

He watched the rusted fingers clench a little harder around the glass.

The words came out of Zaria in a hiss: "You can't."

No further arguments were had.

It took a couple of tries, but at last the muzzle fit perfectly over the Suletu's mouth.

The anesthetic smelled like something far too clean, scrubbed dry of any hint of life. Krakua shut the one eye that could still be properly shut and breathed the disgusting antiseptic scent in as long and as deep as he could, just like he was told to do, while a palm pressed down on his forehead.

Slowly, very slowly, the odor subsided.

He startled awake when he realized the weight spread on his face was gone as well. His throat rumbled and sputtered like an engine revved up one too many times, hurriedly calling out for Trinuma: no other part of his body understood his intentions, remaining limp and unresponsive inside his frozen body, and so all that came out of him was the low monotone wail of a calculator incurring into an impossible error.

An orange shape entered his field of vision: "Stay calm," (ejective alveolar fricatives, deeper tinnier tone, slightly scratchy) "Stay calm, we're done. Deep breaths."

"Done?" Krakua repeated - borrowing Zaria's voice when his own failed him again.

"Done. The operation's done. It went well. Now breathe."

His chest moved easier now. His back had lost the strange tingle he'd been feeling long enough to forget about, noticing it again only now that it had disappeared. His lower half felt like bits and pieces of a whole: entire body parts he knew had to be there left terrifyingly large gaps in his tactile reception.

His body felt more his with each breath, returning inhabitable little by little. It took a few long attempts, but his neck cleared, and opened, and words began to fill his mouth once more.

"How are you feeling?" the Fe-Toa inquired.

"Weird," he wheezed raucously, a little pained: "Drowsy."

"That's normal," his surgeon reassured him. "Your body is trying to recognize the prosthetics. Try to sleep it off, I'll wake you when Racans arrives to see what to do for your arm."

"My mask?"

Steps moving away: "Jaller's got it."

"Ah... Ah. Right."

He focused on the white noise - conversations out of the door, just far enough for the words to become indistinguishable, blooming into large pixelated patterns of static against the ceiling.

Another part of his body felt a little more familiar.

A whine left him.

Zaria turned back to him: "What now?"

"Wanted to ask," Krakua groaned through his tiredness. "More discreet... With a Suletu..."

He did not miss the scratching sound of tightening joints: "Questions about your operation?" the deep tinny voice hissed, warning him witho uttering any threat: "Or about Toa Zaria?"

The De-Toa craned his neck enough to look at the other.

His interlocutor showed him his back as he fancied himself busy putting his tools back in their rightful place.

"You thought of two things, when I said... I could handle it. The pain."

The creak of glass under pressure: "Be very quick."

"For the second - does it always feel, that bad?"

"Yes."

A soft hum.

Zaria's eye glowered from behind his shoulder: "And for the first?"

"Does it ever get better?"

Silence followed.

His head felt so terribly heavy. He didn't want to sleep.

It would have been so easy, if he'd had his mask. Maybe he should have left it forever stuck to his skull. It hurt horribly, and it didn't work as well as before, but he would have been able to use it now.

His body quivered. He was so tired. He didn't want to sleep.

The white noise on the ceiling curled around him comfortably, locking him in some sort of soothing hold.

Rusted hands rested on his knees.

"You'll need these checked every year," Zaria mumbled: "I'll be waiting for you. And hopefully, I'll... I'll have a good enough answer for you, one of these times."

His gaze met Krakua's.

He got back a comforted smile.

[lynns-bonkle-blog]

Random Human-AU character-design notes, some of which probably won't make sense to anyone else since I haven't actually properly designed them yet.

Whenua is bald, even before becoming a Turaga.

Vezon looks basically the same as Vezok but thinner and younger. The Ignika is fused to his mechanical skeleton (since the MU inhabitants are actually extremely humanlike robots).

Masks are replaced with geometric, "artificial"-looking face markings that roughly resemble the canon mask designs, sometimes supplemented with other things (e.g Onua has a series of horizontal lines on his cheeks, along with two beads threaded into his beard that match up with the small circular holes on the Pakari's chin); the markings glow when the characters use their mask powers. The Inika's are smoother and more natural-looking.

Nidhiki, the Hordika, the Rahaga, the Barraki and the Mistika Makuta are all animal-human hybrids with varying degrees of (semi-technological) body-horror. Pre-mutation they just look like the rest of the MU's highly-humanlike beings. The eel-mode Piraka also look more fishlike rather than just being disembodied heads and spines. Since the Magnans are actual humans, the Vorox and Zesk are fully organic and have some actual body-horror going on, with insectoid mandibles made of bone, arm-like tails, and extra eyes with uneven sockets and distorted pupils.

Spinax looks like a wolf made out of crustacean parts.

The VNRT have stitched together, decayed "skin" that leaves their endoskeletons partially exposed, with outsized limb-sockets visibly attached with crude weld-trails and irregularly-placed rivets. Their weapons are attached to their wrist-sockets. Also their eyes are pitch-black, as a reference to their set-forms' lack of eyestalks and also partially due to author-appeal.

The Inika have glowing lines extending back from their fingertips, all the way up to their wrists; the lines' shapes match with their respective elements (Jaller's are curved like flames; Hahli's flow like waves, with bubble-like circles mixed in; Nuparu's resemble crystalline facets; Kongu's look like stylised clouds, with lots of swirls and spirals; Hewkii's resemble cracked stone; Matoro's are long and jagged, with small points that branch off). Upon becoming the Mahri, the lines stop glowing, becoming markings that are slightly lighter than their regular skin tone.

While wearing the Adaptive Armour, the Toa Nuva look like more solid versions of their 2008 set forms, with different proportions.

The Vahki look like their LOMN designs; the Maxilos robots look like their set-forms, but slightly more "filled in" and with extra details like a glowing mouth-grille in their "mouth", and bioluminescent barnacles growing on parts of them.

Roodaka wears the Makuta-stone fragment as a necklace.

Tuyet's hair is based on Galva's original Mask of Intangibility design. Her Toa Empire counterpart has it tied back.

Av-Matoran (and, by extension, Shadow Matoran) have exotic hair-colours, as opposed to everyone else whose hair is more realistically-coloured (with a few exceptions who explicitly have dyed hair, e.g Dalu). Shadow Matoran have darker hair that fades to dark-grey towards the tips. Takua's hair changes from teal to literally-golden when he becomes Takanuva.

Toa Tools that "replace" the arm/hand of a character (e.g Hewkii's Cordak Blaster, Pohatu's propeller things) are either just handheld or take the form of gauntlets (in terms of the examples, the former is handheld and the latter become gauntlets).

Toa Ignika looks a lot more artificial than everyone else, with a wood-like texture on his body and frame, visible joints on his hands and limbs, and no face underneath his mask.

Mata Nui's form while on Spherus Magna looks like an animate sandstone statue with faded paint.

Shapeshifted Makuta retain some element of their main form (e.g Antroz's vehicle-piloting form (which, in this AU, is his default form) looks like his main '08 form but smaller and without the additional vampire-y bits; Miserix has feathers resembling his main form's hair).

Hydraxon's helmet covers his entire head and face, and has opaque lenses. Dekar!Hydraxon looks exactly the same underneath the helmet, but without a beard and with red eyes instead of green.

After being possessed by a Krana, Lewa has a marking on his face where it was; this vanishes when he becomes a Toa Nuva.

Annona is still a horrifying eldritch monstrosity.

Marendar looks like a heavily mutated human with mechanical parts sticking out of its body.

Prior to going to Karzahni, Velika's Matoran form looked almost exactly like he did as a Great Being, but shorter.

Helryx's "skin" has mostly disintegrated, with her face and some of her torso being the most intact parts; her upper arms and thighs have their exposed endoskeletons wrapped in cloth and leather, and strange hoses connect from her abdomen into her face. Her hair is mostly missing.

Pohatu's sideburns turn into a full beard when he becomes a Toa Nuva.

While Onua is technically one of the tallest Toa Nuva, he's hunched over so he looks a lot shorter.

Scopes are attached like eyepatches; when Nuju becomes a Hordika, his scope fuses into his head. Instead of losing the scope when he becomes a Turaga, he accidentally drops it in the ocean while taking the Matoran Spheres to Mata Nui and doesn't notice until he gets there.

Sidorak is balding and has a large beard.

Keetongu is a big bug.

Krakua is old.

This isn't a design note, but love is canon and Axonn X Brutaka not only happened, but they're also canonically divorced.

[drfuckerm-d]

⚡️blog intro/directory⚡️

hiiii 💋💋💋 i need Absolute and Total control over all organizational aspects of my life, and a directory would do the trick for me just fine

firstly, since this post is gonna replace my last pinned post i'm gonna reiterate the very same message, lest ye forget. 💞🩷all comments, reblogs/tags, likes, hits/kudos, picassos, asks, kind words and thoughts are deeply felt and appreciated.🩷💕 i screenshot all of them and put them in the ever-growing 'Hall of i love you' on my strawpage.

⛓️⚙️BLOG DIRECTORY⚙️⛓️

Paintings:

Lover's eye - Nat's DTIYS entry - Astarion

Sketchbook pages:

diagnostics both ways - bob bleed picasso - kissin him up - SPOT! (Trade) - lore&the crystalline entity! (Trade) - FAVES! (Trade) - goobers SOPPING

Fanfiction:

grief. - the great CAPER!

Trades:

SPOT! (Spike's end) - lore&the crystalline entity! (Nat's end!) - FAVES! (Momo's end)

Misc:

designated driver - aint no parkin on the dance floor - comp 1&2 - data&lore playlists - clayta - tng bingo cards - data edit (thomas dolby) - lore edit (audioslave)

Welds/Metalwork:

my fucking bat'leth - first joint root (mig) - mashing my interests together - 1/2" fillet (mig)

and some new information, (keep an eye out, cuz this may be subject to change!) i AM open to all sorts of interaction, including but possibly not limited to:

asks, messages, art trades, collabs (art/fic)

as long as you keep in mind that i am -- though it may not be entirely obvious -- SKITTISH AND RECLUSIVE.

and as an addendum, though there are very few words in the language to describe just how much i do appreciate the sentiment, i am not open for commissions. this is not to say that could not Change someday, but as it stands, i am not offering them. 🫶🫶

[containerhomeswiki]

How to Build a Container Home Step by Step in 2025

Container homes have become a groundbreaking trend in sustainable architecture, offering affordability, eco-friendliness, and versatility. In 2025, the process of building a container home has become even more streamlined, thanks to advanced materials and innovative designs. This comprehensive guide outlines every step to create your dream container home while ensuring compliance with modern standards.

Step 1: Planning and Design

Define Your Goals and Budget

Before starting, determine your purpose for the container home. Is it a permanent residence, a vacation property, or an investment rental? Establish a realistic budget, considering land acquisition, permits, materials, labor, and unforeseen costs.

Research Local Building Codes

Container homes must comply with local regulations, including zoning laws and building permits. Research thoroughly or consult a professional to avoid legal issues later.

Select the Right Design

Modern container homes range from minimalist single-container structures to luxurious multi-container designs. Collaborate with an architect experienced in container home construction to optimize space utilization and aesthetics.

Step 2: Choosing and Preparing Containers

Select High-Quality Containers

Opt for ISO-certified shipping containers to ensure structural integrity. Containers come in two standard sizes: 20 feet and 40 feet. Choose new or lightly used containers to avoid dealing with rust and damage.

Inspect and Clean the Containers

Thoroughly inspect the containers for dents, corrosion, or chemical residues. Once inspected, clean them using pressure washers and non-toxic cleaning solutions to eliminate contaminants.

Modify Containers for Your Design

Cut openings for windows, doors, and ventilation according to your design. Reinforce edges with steel beams to maintain structural strength during modifications.

Step 3: Securing the Foundation

Choose the Right Foundation

The type of foundation depends on your site conditions and budget. Common options include:

Concrete slab foundation for flat surfaces.

Pier foundation for uneven or sloped land.

Crawl space foundation for additional storage or ventilation.

Prepare the Site

Level the ground, remove debris, and compact the soil. Install drainage systems to prevent water pooling, which could compromise the foundation over time.

Step 4: Assembling the Structure

Position the Containers

Using cranes or heavy equipment, place the containers on the foundation as per your design. Align them carefully to ensure structural stability.

Weld and Secure Containers

Weld the containers together for a unified structure. Seal any gaps to improve insulation and prevent water leaks.

Install Structural Reinforcements

For multi-story container homes, add steel columns or beams to support the weight of the upper containers. Reinforce the roof if necessary for load-bearing purposes, such as solar panels or rooftop gardens.

Step 5: Insulation and Weatherproofing

Insulate for Comfort

Steel containers are excellent conductors of heat and cold, making insulation crucial. Popular options include:

Spray foam insulation for superior thermal performance.

Rigid foam panels for cost-effective solutions.

Natural materials like wool for eco-friendly insulation.

Weatherproof the Exterior

Apply anti-corrosion coatings to the steel surface. Seal joints with waterproof caulking to protect against moisture. Add cladding or siding for aesthetics and additional protection.

Step 6: Installing Utilities

Electrical Systems

Hire a licensed electrician to install wiring, outlets, and circuit breakers. Plan for energy-efficient systems, such as LED lighting and solar panels, to reduce your carbon footprint.

Plumbing Systems

Install water supply lines, drainage systems, and sewage connections. Consider using a tankless water heater or rainwater harvesting system for efficiency.

HVAC Systems

Choose compact and efficient heating, ventilation, and air conditioning systems to maintain comfort throughout the year.

Step 7: Interior Finishing

Walls, Floors, and Ceilings

Walls: Cover the interior with drywall, plywood, or reclaimed wood for a polished look.

Floors: Install durable flooring materials such as vinyl, laminate, or bamboo.

Ceilings: Use suspended ceilings to conceal wiring and ductwork while adding insulation.

Furniture and Fixtures

Optimize space with built-in furniture and multi-functional designs. Use modular kitchen units and compact bathroom fixtures for maximum efficiency.

Step 8: Exterior Enhancements

Landscaping

Enhance your container home’s surroundings with landscaping features such as pathways, gardens, and outdoor seating areas.

Decks and Patios

Extend your living space with a deck or patio. Use reclaimed wood or composite materials for sustainability.

Solar and Energy Systems

Install solar panels, wind turbines, or battery storage systems to power your home sustainably.

Step 9: Final Inspections and Permits

Conduct Professional Inspections

Before moving in, have professionals inspect the structure, electrical systems, plumbing, and overall safety. Address any deficiencies to ensure compliance with building codes.

Obtain Occupancy Permits

Submit all necessary documentation to local authorities and secure an occupancy permit to finalize the project.

Step 10: Maintenance and Upgrades

Regular Maintenance

Inspect your container home periodically for rust, leaks, or structural issues. Repaint and reseal the exterior as needed to maintain its durability.

Future Upgrades

Consider adding features like rainwater harvesting systems, additional solar panels, or a green roof to enhance sustainability.

Building a container home is an exciting and rewarding endeavor that combines functionality, sustainability, and modern design. By following these detailed steps, you can create a comfortable and eco-friendly living space tailored to your needs.

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[ips-northstar-official]

Evening. Does welding one of Harrison’s apocalypse rails to a Lancaster void the warranty? One of my soldiers won’t shut up about it, saying it’s like a “pre-fall technical”, whatever that means.

I don’t actually care if it’s safe to shoot mind you, that idiot got involved with some Horus cell a few years back and now the base printer will spit him out every time he dies, even when we unplug it.

Good evening!

While it will not void the warranty, as we do encourage end users to customize their IPS-Northstar mechanized chassis to their heart’s content, we do not recommend attaching the Apocalypse Rail to a Lancaster. While the Lancaster can be modified for superheavy weaponry mounting (at the cost of other weapon mounts and some degree of safety shielding), the Apocalypse Rail is designed to feed directly from reactor power in a way that can start cascades in unprepared systems. While the Lancaster will be fine at the end of the day, we do worry for the safety of the pilot and weapon that could be cooked off in a rather unpleasant way.

If you’re looking for a safer alternative that still packs the punch you’re looking for, consider swapping the Rail for the IPS-N/HA Tachyon Lance. This joint venture product is the most accurate and destructive exotic-material energy weapon on the market—target effect occurs before you even pull the trigger.

That being said, we encourage you to try it if, as you mentioned, there is no risk of pilot injury. Let us know how it goes!

[dangersam]

Happy Holidays everyone, here's one more small update for the year!

Weld tool

This is a new script mod tool that allows parts to be attached to one another, without them needing to be properly aligned together.

They can even be unfrozen.

Jointed attachments can be created, including rotary, slider, or any other type.

Note that the attachment locations are still derived from the part's alignment grids, so an attachment can't be created at an arbitrary position or orientation. This doesn't make much difference for fixed attachments, but it does limit the possible locations of jointed attachments.

Also note that some part behaviours may be expecting only one attachment of a certain type, and creating extra attachments with the weld tool may result in unexpected behaviour.

This tool is really intended for advanced builders who want to circumvent the usual grid based limitations, it's not intended to replace the standard building system.

Lua scripting

For the modders out there, there are some additions to the Lua scripting API. From a Lua script it's now possible to get and modify part behaviour tweakables, create and delete part attachments, and even apply physics forces to parts. I look forward to seeing what you can come up with using this stuff!

There are a few other improvements and additions too, as always, check out the release notes for details.

Thanks to you all for your support this year, for playing the game, and for sharing your amazing creations!

Release notes:-

Lua scripting changes and new features:-

Added new ITweakables interface implemented by part behaviour to provide access to its tweakables.

Added methods to IAttachmentOperations to create, replace, and delete part attachments.

Added FixedUpdate entry function, called on Lua scripts once per simulation time step.

Exposed fixed delta time value.

Added new IPhysical interface implemented by part descriptor, with a method for applying a force to a part.

Added TargetedPosition property to ITargeter interface.

New script mods:-

ServoTool - Sets a servo / stepper motor's trim angle from its current angle.

WeldTool - For attaching one part to any other, without them needing to be aligned together, or even frozen!

PhysicsExample - A simple demonstration of applying a force to a part.

New 2.5x9 truck wheel (rim designed by Nate).

Implemented joint force / torque debug visualisation, and added options to ConstructionDebug script mod to enable it.

Added dropdown menu to part behaviour UIs, as an alternative way to choose a joystick axis to bind.

Added toggle to video options for disabling chromatic aberration, independent of vignette.

Bug fixes.

[the-hero-of-light-and-shado-blog]

So. Peek at a few things in my story I'm coming up for Signalis

One. Ariane getting scanned and made into a Replika model called a RLER, Ralle, Rail in German. I'm thinking the original designation is because... well she's a radio operator, so they figured she would make a good Replika for that, and Long Range exploration, because Penrose.

RLERs are HIGHLY FUCKING BIORESONANT, with much more ability in things like klimaforming, and Biomolding, acting as an effective ships doctor because she can just magic the pain away. But she can ALSO just basic your body cum of cancer from a mine away. Despite this every RLER is, while not opposed to violence of necessary, it's greatly distressed when using her powers to do anything offensive. They are Also, all very, very aware of Arianes memories, they just have the good sense to shut up about it. Effectively persina creation never really succeeds on them, and they act as a short of extension of Ariane's (as an Eldritch God who really doesn't want to be one,) Will. Effectively a bunch of fingers that she splits off parts of her vast consciousness into to experience lives she was never allowed before. Each individual RLER isn't really aware of this though, and essentially just thinks they ARE Ariane. Though they still recognize other RLER units are also, Ariane.

They did Not initially realize she was bioresonant, and in my headcanon wha determined a units bioresonance isn't some component, but the neural pattern itself. Like that brain pattern is Wired in to reality in a way others just aren't. Now they don't really understand bioresonance well I think, at least on a "How does it work" standpoint. They can see WHAT it does, when it's obvious, but the how is still kinda a mystery.

Also, LSTR units, are scouts as well as engineers right? Well naturally scouts are fast. We never see her really 'outside' truly, in my head everything happens underground still. So we never see any of the Replikas really RUN. Briskly walk at best. So in my head, LSTR units should be able to move AT LEAST like 30 mph or something. Probably with abnormally beefy knee and hip joints, with special low fiction coatings to prevent massive wear. If they REALLY push it I cab see this coating wearing off, and as the metal grinds against itself it gets hotter and hotter, until the elster is forced to either Keep running and burn out her synth-muscles entirely from the heat, or stop and the titanium bones contact welding together. Either way MASSIVE maintenance is required.

I think they're also probably the fastest unit in like, a raw speed sense, despite not being the tallest.

Also, Falkes, when not Corrupted are... mostly decent leaders. Not perfect, but genuinely care about their underlings. Unlike Adlers who... well they're true pragmatists. Without a Falke to counter an adlers coldness then it gets VERY iron fisted very quickly. Without an Adler to counter a Falkes natural compassion, then they can get far to lenient on genuine security matters, and are easily infiltrated. This is of course, highly restricted data because adlers would be getting assassinated left and right.

I'm ALSO off the mind that Adlers gestalt might be The Great Revolutionarys second. No data for that but it feels right if that makes sense.

I feel like a lot of that kindness I'm sort of putting into the empty Falke vessel I feel like also gets... not beaten it, but tempered by being lead of a lower Leven facility for a time as part of the Proofing for falkes. Really training but they're Machines.

On that I feel like the nation is HEAVILY split on replikas. Some feel like they're just very advanced machines, some recognize they're People, but want to win the war before they give them full citizenship, some want them to become citizens now. I do feel like they have a level of rights? But can't get married and other "frivolous" things for a machine. No customization, no freedom of movement, they're not allowed into politics. General second class citizen things you can imagine would be imposed on them.

Note Every Single RLER unit is gong to instantly start breaking those rules, but they didn't pick up on that in initial testing.