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andypantsx3 · 4 months ago

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LOADS OF FUN : TODOROKI x READER

SUMMARY: After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure why—but when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft (18+ only, minors please dni!), pro hero au, gn + afab reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional sex, table sex, cunnilingus, the shouto domesticity kink agenda goes absolutely crazy in this one lol (2.8k) NOTES: This piece is part of my pretty boy summer Shouto x Reader collab! Please go check out the other incredible fics people have written over the course of the summer; you will absolutely die over how good they are. This fic was also made possible through donations to the Fics for Gaza project. I cannot thank everyone who donated to one of the charities enough, as well as those who organized, reblogged, discussed, and got the word out. Lastly, I am so grateful for your immeasurable patience with me as I take time between fics to manage my workload, I hope I'm not too out of practice here lol. In summary: thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.

The sound of the door opening was hidden in the thump and glug of the washing machine starting its spin cycle.

Halfway across the house, you were oblivious—you had the clean laundry spread out on the kitchen table, hunting through the pile trying to match one of Shouto’s socks to another that seemed to have vanished into that mysterious void which opens somewhere between the laundry basket and the dryer. One of his shirts was half-folded over your shoulder, abandoned in favor of the sock search.

The rest of your things were still mostly tangled together on the table, warm and fresh and cottony, the few shirts you’d already folded sagging off the kitchen chairs.

It still gave you a little thrill—even several weeks after you’d moved in together—to see Shouto’s things twined up with yours—his enormous socks dwarfing yours, your sweaters clinging to the occasional piece of his hero suit that hadn’t seen enough action to need his agency’s industrial cleaners.

It all added to your sense of satisfaction with your afternoon—a frosty weekend day you’d spent cozy indoors, moving slowly and leisurely through some chores. A pot of soup simmered on the stove, and your favorite playlist worked itself through in lazy loops. Shouto was due off his rotation soon, and you hummed contentedly to yourself, entertaining pleased little fantasies of curling up with him for the rest of the weekend.

Which of course is when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your hum sawed up into a strangled screech, and you whipped around, flailing. Shouto’s sock launched itself full force at the intruder before you even registered you’d thrown it. In your shock, your leg caught against the table and you went stumbling��

—right into a pair of warm hands that caught you about the waist.

Your hands were on the man’s shoulders to push him off before you realized you recognized the touch—and that you’d caught sight of a distinct mop of scarlet and white hair as you’d whipped around.

“Shouto! Again?” you scolded reflexively, even as your heartbeat stuttered out of its wild kick into high gear. You tipped your head back to stare your boyfriend in the face, shoulders slumping in relief, letting him take some of your weight.

Shouto peered down at you, that tiny scrunch between his brows that indicated concern. “Are you alright, love?”

Your heartbeat pounded thunderously in your chest. “I’m—fine. But my god we need to get you a bell. I almost peed.”

Shouto’s mouth shifted minutely into something that might not have registered in anyone else’s face but was most definitely a regretful downturn on his. He looked even more unfairly beautiful than when he’d left you this morning—a little flushed and windswept from the unseasonable cold, that full mouth pink and pretty.

Your mind flicked momentarily off and back on like a circuit breaker, the way it always did when you had to process Shouto.

You’d understood he was once-in-a-generation levels of beautiful before you’d even met him, his face staring up at you from the glossy pages of various tabloids over the years. But in person, even after years of knowing him and several more dating him, Shouto’s appearance still managed to cross all the wires in a person’s brain. His features were an incomprehensible blend of aloof and elegant, sensual and warm—like a cold masterpiece of a marble sculpture had suddenly found himself with a consciousness and human desires and miles of warm skin.

“I did not mean to startle you,” he said, his voice low and warm. He sounded sincerely regretful.

You knew he hadn’t meant to—you’d long suspected his silent tread was habitually ingrained in him from years of hero work. And, in your most private and ungenerous thoughts, you suspected from years of making himself unobtrusive in his father’s home. The thought sat sour in your mouth, like a slice of pickled lemon.

You resisted making an equally sour face, shoving the thought away to make space for the reflexive flush of pleasure seeing Shouto always brought you.

“Welcome home, Sho,” you said instead, smiling up at him. Shouto’s hands moved on your waist, sliding gently beneath the hem of your tee-shirt to rest on the skin there.

He was still in his hero uniform, and as usual you felt a little goofy in comparison, in nothing but a tee and a well-loved pair of fraying sweatpants, which were this afternoon decorated with little flecks of soup from a brush with the pot.

But Shouto’s eyes were warm where they rested on you, and that perfect mouth crept back into a contented set. His long fingers smoothed over your skin as he watched you, thumb brushing your hip. He did not look like he found you at all goofy.

In fact, as his eyes dropped down to your ankles, slowly dragging back up to your face, you rather thought he looked a little appreciative. He even took a rather ungentlemanly step back, still holding you, to better take in the whole picture. His eyes wandered over the swell of your hip, the lines of the shirt against your chest, before darting to his own shirt, still folded over your shoulder.

His fingers flexed tellingly on your waist, and those heterochromatic eyes were both a little bit darker as they flicked back to yours.

His obvious regard made you feel warm. You shifted on your feet, shuffling.

“I was just—doing laundry,” you said for something to say, your mouth feeling kind of dry. Something about him always made you feel sort of shy and light-headed, even after all this time together. “And I made soup. I was thinking we could eat on the couch and watch one of those horrendous old All Might films?”

Shouto’s eyes darted to the stove, then beside you to the pile of your laundry, lingering for a long minute. His long lashes dipped, almost fluttering as his gaze traced over the tangle of your things together. His eyes flicked back to you. He was still for just a moment, watching you assessingly.

And then all of a sudden the world spun in front of your eyes. The hands at your waist lifted you clean off your feet, and you let out a startled “oof!” as you found yourself laid out in the pile of laundry on the table, sheets and sweaters bunching beneath you.

Shouto moved over you, stepping between your spread thighs, right at the edge of the table.

“You have no idea,” he intoned in a deep, delicious tone that went right down your spine, “what it is to come home to you like this.”

You wondered at that, feeling a strange combination of confusion and flattery, when Shouto’s mouth descended onto yours. His mouth was soft and sweet and insistent and absolutely perfect. The table groaned as he laid some of his weight out over you, pinning you into the laundry as he kissed you.

Your fingers clutched at him immediately, curling in his silky-soft hair, cupping his face to yours. One of Shouto’s own hands shifted to your thigh, holding you against him as he pressed himself harder into you.

You heard yourself making little gasps of appreciation as Shouto’s mouth moved down to your neck, laving hot kisses down your throat. You reveled in the feeling of him over you, broad and strong, his shoulders blocking the glow of the overhead light, casting shadows over you.

He’d been a lot like this lately, ever since you’d moved in together. He’d been adequately amorous before, of course, and blessed with a pro hero’s strength and unflagging stamina. But a few weeks after you’d moved in together you’d actually decided you needed to reactivate your gym membership given the amount of incredibly athletic sex you were suddenly having over almost every surface in the house.

One of the only spots yet to be touched was the table though, which Shouto seemed determined to rectify at this very moment.

He pulled back from you, his mouth flush from your kisses, looking a little entranced as he stepped out from between your thighs. You made a little noise at the loss of weight and heat over you, but Shouto caught the fabric of your sweatpants, gently but determinedly tugging them off of you. Your underwear was tossed right over one broad shoulder as Shouto went to his knees, and then his mouth was right back on you.

A wave of wild heat licked up your stomach at the noise of appreciation he made before sealing his mouth over you, strong fingers clutching your thighs to keep them apart.

“Oh my god!” you said, pleasure zinging right up your spine with the first lave of his tongue over you. “Shouto!”

Shouto let out a deep, pleased hum, two long fingers sinking into you embarrassingly easily as he worked your clit with his mouth. Your back arched and you could feel your clothing shift with you, Shouto’s shirt balling up under your shoulder blade, still half-draped over your shoulder.

“Oh, oh!” you heard yourself saying as your fingers twisted in the clothing, shuddering with every lick and suck of Shouto’s perfect, amazing, talented mouth.

He worked you with the expertise of long, dedicated practice—everything about him calculated to drive you insane. One moment he was excruciatingly soft, mouth slack and the touch of his tongue as fleeting and light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Then the next he was sucking relentlessly, teasing firmly with the tip of his tongue as his fingers played with you.

Your first climax hit you mortifyingly quickly, and Shouto seemed to know it before you did. His grip tightened on you, holding you down as you bucked against his mouth. Shouto looked more than a little smug as he got to his feet again, unbelting himself and laying back out over you.

He kissed you some more, the taste of yourself always a sort of shock to your system. But Shouto never seemed to mind, and if anything only seemed hungrier for you, mouth pulling at yours like he meant to devour you.

You felt the touch of his hand between your thighs as he lined himself up, then sank into you easily, groaning appreciatively like he’d just sunk into a hot bath. He bit carefully at your neck, one large hand pressing your stomach down to keep you pinned against the edge of the table where he wanted you.

“I always want to come home to you like this,” he intoned into the skin of your neck, his mouth sucking dizzying patterns into your skin. “Always.”

You could barely think past the slide of him inside you, thick and full and blissfully exquisite. He really was the most perfect man on earth, and he always felt like it too.

You barely managed to blink your eyes open to watch him, trying to catch his meaning in his face. Shouto watched you back, those blue and grey pinned on you like he couldn’t bear to look away from you as he moved inside you.

“You—” you panted out, trying to cling to the thoughts threatening to wiggle out of your grip. “What do you—? Of course you’ll always come home to me.”

Shouto bucked into you harder, the slap of his hip against the bottom of your thigh echoing loudly over the burble of soup on the stove. His eyelashes fluttered, mouth softening, and a realization struck you almost dizzy.

Oh, he really liked that.

You suppressed a wave of giddiness, charmed and helplessly pleased that he seemed to like the idea so much. Was that why he’d been so especially ardent this past month? Was it really because you’d moved in together?

Shouto’s arm hooked under one of your legs, drawing it up firmly over his shoulder so he could press even further inside of you. He looked so good like that that you nearly lost the thread of your thoughts, especially when his next thrust felt like that. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.

“Ah!” escaped you. “Fuck, Shouto. Like that, please!”

Shouto’s thumb pressed down on your still-sensitive clit and he had to dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of your leg to keep you from bucking him right out of you with the way you squirmed. Sweet fucking gods he was unreal.

Shouto fucked you harder, the sound of your skin slapping together obscene in the quiet of the kitchen.

You tried again, struggling to watch his reaction with the way you wanted to throw your head back and babble nonsense instead.

“You’ll always come home to me,” you repeated, gratified when Shouto’s grip on you tightened, a soft sound escaping him. “You want me right here for you?”

“Ah—yes, love,” Shouto panted, staring down at you again. He looked like he knew what you were doing but didn’t care. “Yes,” he hissed.

“Just like this?” you prompted, trying not to slur the edges of your speech when he gave another particularly mind-bending thrust of his hips. His chest rose and fell heavily and he looked a little wild-eyed, gazing down at you.

“Like this, for me,” he said. “In my home, in our home—”

You could hear the table squeal and groan with the force of his next thrust, and then you had to grip the sides of it to steady yourself as he fucked you, looking blissful. Your nails scrabbled at the edges of the table, caught in between a million sensations—the glorious fullness of Shouto inside you, the gentle grind of his thumb against your clit, the way he looked all flushed and beautiful and panting and wanting—

You squeezed your eyes shut, too overcome with the sight of him to look at him anymore, but it was no use. Your entire body trembled as you came, and Shouto let out a low swear at the way you clenched up around him, hunching over you and pressing himself so impossibly hard against you as he came too.

He slumped down against you, weighing you into the soft-smelling cotton of the laundry you were now definitely going to have to rewash. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, his breath tickling the skin under your ear. He left an unbearably soft, sweet kiss just under the lobe, at odds with the near-wild way he’d just been fucking you.

You warmed, petting through his hair with a helpless affection.

“Well now I know what time I should always do our laundry,” you said.

Shouto huffed into your neck, but you could feel a tiny smile curve his mouth.

“It is not just that,” he said, but did not elaborate for some minutes until you elbowed him gently. He peeled himself off of you just enough to look down into your face. “It is the thought of our life together. Our clothes piled together. You in the home we chose and we made…” he said, trailing off.

But you thought you got the sentiment. It was about how easy it was, how uncomplicated. A safe place to come home to, no expectations, just soup and a pile of sweet-smelling laundry and someone happy to see you. It was something far away from what he'd grown up thinking a home was, possibly something he’d thought he’d never have—something you were determined to make him realize now that he always would.

You let your fingers pull through his hair again, smiling up at him. “I am going to have to do our laundry again, though,” you teased. “In case that interests you.”

And despite what he’d just said, Shouto did in fact look a little too interested. You watched his mismatched gaze trail over to the closet that opened onto the washer and dryer. A contemplative look snuck across his handsome face, carefully curling the corner of that plush mouth.

“There is another place we have not yet broken in,” he said slowly, voice dipping low. He looked down at you with an earnest expression completely in contrast to what he was suggesting.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and that was all the permission he needed to pull you up, gathering you up in his arms and layering a fat handful of laundry on top of you. His belt buckle rattled loosely beneath you where he'd barely done it up in his haste, and you laughed harder when he turned off the stove as you passed it.

Though it turned out to be a needed precaution—as neither of you found yourselves free to sit down to dinner for several hours yet.

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theastrohub · 4 months ago

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what city you should live in based on your moon sign ⏾

astrology can help you make an informed decision for something as significant as where one will live. and especially if you are a more hedonistic person like myself, choosing a place to live with a focus on personal satisfaction is a guaranteed upgrade in quality of life. it also helps you narrow down what your true emotional needs are and live a life more in alignment with your truest self.

choosing what city to live in based on your moon sign helps an individual with emotional fulfillment, being able to create a sense of belonging, stress reduction, enhanced creativity and productivity, better romantic and platonic relationships, and so much more.

here are my thoughts on your ideal city based on your moon sign:

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⏾ virgo moon 一

kobe, japan + washington, D.C. (USA) + zurich, switzerland

you likely prefer a clean, walkable city that is health-conscious. ideal cities have paved roads, a lack of industrial machines or well-regulated factories, and a structured, straightforward urban planning model. a city safe enough to raise babies and young children is your benchmark. you value a city that emphasizes logical aspects of life. air pollution and trash management are crucial, so you'd thrive in cities with high air quality indexes, like those mentioned above.

一

⏾ libra moon 一

florence, italy + brooklyn, new york + capetown, south africa + amsterdam, netherlands + paris, france

as one of my favorite moon signs, you truly appreciate beauty, harmony, and aesthetics in where and how you live. you love cultured cities with plenty of artistic experiences. perhaps you're an artist yourself, seeking communities where you can express that creativity. a city that offers a balance of cityscape, mountainscape, and access to bodies of water appeals to your sense of harmony. you’re drawn to colorful, multicultural environments where you can accumulate luxury goods.

一

⏾ scorpio moon 一

new orleans, louisiana + mumbai, india + providence, rhode island

this one is tricky because scorpio Moons are known for being extremely intense and private, which doesn't always translate to a livable city (think Bermuda Triangle). however, you likely value transformative experiences and a form of social power. you want to be in a city that matches your intensity—a place that might be politically involved, spiritually inclined, or even part of some controversy. communities where you can explore taboo subjects or rise within social hierarchies are ideal for you.

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⏾ sagittarius moon 一

toronto, canada + prage, czech republic + krabi, thailand + dubai, UAE

as one of the more hedonistic moon signs, you crave freedom—to be, to do, to have, etc. you prefer cities with a lot of versatility for living, offering options like big homes, sprawling lofts, small cozy one-bedrooms, and everything in between. cultured and religious cities appeal to your belief system, which is crucial to you. You need a place where you can live your philosophies freely and have fun. a city with many opportunities for adventure and easy access to other exciting places is essential. think road trips, bungee jumping, scuba diving.

一

⏾ capricorn moon 一

london, england + manhattan, new york + melbourne, australia

one word: old-fashioned. capricorns are often seen as traditional, and there's a reason for that. as a capricorn moon, you value cities that operate like institutions—places that have stood the test of time without much change to their foundation. ambition and hard work are of utmost importance, so cities with a professional or hustle culture appeal to you. you are drawn to cities in countries with a strong identity or culture that gratify your sense of tradition. cities where you can network, accumulate wealth, and indulge in luxuries are your ideal.

一

⏾ aquarius moon 一

san francisco, california + rome, italy + new orleans, louisiana + portland, oregon

with pluto in aquarius, I anticipate more moves for aquarius moons, which is great because this is the most community-centered sign in my opinion. aquarius moons value living in cities where they can positively contribute, socialize, and build relationships based on shared interests. you are drawn to innovative, creative cities that are always ahead of trends. you also appreciate cities that are civically mindful and contribute to humanitarian efforts on both local and grand scales.

一

⏾ pisces moon 一

bali, indonesia + bora bora, french polynesia + rome, italy + paris, france

pisces moons are one of the moon signs that truly need to feel "drawn" to a place before visiting or residing there. emotional fulfillment, romance, and creativity are non-negotiable for pisces moons. because of this, beautiful, artistic cities with many opportunities to be near bodies of water are ideal. beach cities and honeymoon destinations are perfect for pisces Moons' empathic and sensitive nature. A city with a calm undercurrent is essential to satisfy your need for rest and peace.

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⏾ aries moon 一

rome, italy + los angeles, california + tokyo, japan + cairo, egypt + mumbai, india

similar to capricorn moon, its cardinal sibling, aries moons need the opportunity to keep on the go wherever they live. For this reason, you're best suited to "cities that never sleep"—places where you can stay active, compete in major global industries, and reach newer heights. you're drawn to cities with fiery traditions and those that excel in national rankings. you also appreciate cities that are vocal about their value systems and embrace trends.

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⏾ taurus moon 一

honolulu, hawaii + havana, cuba + las vegas, nevada + ibiza, spain + tokyo, japan

much like libra moons, venus-ruled moons love venus-ruled cities. taurus moons enjoy cities that are comfortable in every sense—materially, socially, politically, and aesthetically. you appreciate cities that are openly hedonistic—notorious vacation spots are actually great places for you to establish yourself. cities with strong tourism markets are good for your desire for material success as they are epicenters of culture and attract people from all walks of life.

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⏾ gemini moon 一

chicago, illinois + boston, massachusetts + cairo, egypt + lisbon, portugal

as a gemini moon, cities that are versatile, education-centered, and logical are appealing to you. you thrive in places where "everyone knows everyone" and socializing is a priority. cities known for their educational institutions and vibrant social life satisfy your need for variety and communication. cities with a strong tourist presence are also appealing, as you enjoy the ability to feel like a tourist in your own city at any time.

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⏾ cancer moon 一

sydney, australia + niagara falls , new york + instanbul, turkey + berne, switzerland + mogadishu, somalia

cancer moons love domestic cities that are more feminine in nature. Like their sister sign capricorn, they strongly value traditions, both cultural and social, but in a softer manner. they prefer cities with a strong influence by women and things traditionally associated with women, like fashion, beauty, and the arts. cities with beaches and a strong luminary presence are essential, as they are the water-bearers of the zodiac. cities with a balance between domesticity and capitalism appeal to their need for material security and a good home. a city with a strong real estate market and that is ideal for newlyweds and families is also preferred.

一

⏾ leo moon 一

los angeles, california + miami, florida + mexico city, mexico + marrakesh, morocco + ibiza, spain

much like aquarius moons, the need to be around people is prominent with leo moons. leo moons value being in cities that honor appearance and aesthetics. being seen, being talked about, romance, and play are priority for a leo moon when moving. a city where they can explore artistic pursuits and new cultures. cities that promote health and wellness and image. cities with social hierarchies and strong social networks. cities that are "popular" with the whole world. also cities that are known for night-life and social life. cities where you can regularly rub elbows with important people and indulge in the grandiosities of life.

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the moon in astrology is a gateway to a deeper understanding of one's desires, needs, and motivations which can help in making better-informed decisions on where to move or establish a life. I highly suggest you take this into consideration on your next trip or relocation.

thank you for reading 💋

@astrobaeza

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mspopstar · 4 months ago

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Hey Meta Knight! Always wanted to know this: Do you get your cape dry-cleaned or is it machine-washable?

"Oh! Oh! Since Sir Meta Knight is busy, I have been asked to answer in his stead. I take care of it! Washing Captain Meta Knight's cape is a great honor so I'd be happy to share.

Captain Meta Knight has several different capes, he has a cape made out of wool for the colder months and he has a cape made for special events that's pure silk. He does have a cape that's for every day wear that's a canvas cotton. Other than the wool one, all of his capes have a gold trim and a collar that's attached through a clasp. The capes are worn above his dimensional cape!

I hand wash his silk and and wool cape! Those are tedious to take care of, but I don't mind it. For the silk and wool capes, I use a gentle no rinse detergent, soak them for a few minutes, swish them around in the basin. For the silk I hang it to dry and for the wool I lay flat on an ironing board to dry as well. Captain Meta Knight's every day cape is made with a cotton and canvas blend so I can toss it in the washing machine and dryer so long as it's cold water. As for the capes inner lining, otherwise known as his dimensional cape by others... It was a trial and error to figure out how to take care of that! I spray it with an industrial strength cleaner to sanitize and go as far to toss in some aromatics to help with the off-putting bloody and metallic smell the cleaner doesn't rid of. Lavender and rosemary works best! Of course, now I can go the extra mile and wear a harness so I can deep dive and clear out old things Sir Meta Knight doesn't need like candy wrappers or litter he picks up on his patrols and forgets to trash. All I have to do is make sure that my harness is locked, I don't stare directly into the cape and I don't speak something called "ancient" around it. The harness is the most important part!

Ahahah, wouldn't want that to happen again! There's no air in there."

-Sailor Waddle Dee of the Battleship Halberd

#mspopstar #kirby askblog #meta knight #sailor waddle dee

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erika-xero · 7 months ago

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Thoughts on ai and Art

What has Ai really changed for me is the perception of my own art. Years back, I was extremely concerned of my work being imperfect: everything had to look "right", the anatomy had to be flawless, the lines - clean and refined. The pipe-line had to be flawless too: minimal amount of layers, one - for lines, one - for colors, and a few for lighting/shading.

Meanwhile I was yearning for chaos and the standard pipe-line felt too strict, too limiting. I finished the drawing and cried over the imperfections, but I could not let myself create a new layer and just paint it all over as I wanted to - that would "mess up my perfect psd". This was even harder because I started as a traditional artist and traditional art is basically the same as drawing on one layer or stacking the layers on top of each other whenever you wish to change anything. I was so obsessed with the anatomy/perspective looking right that my works started looking boring and stiff. If I was not sure that I would be able to draw a certain body part at a certain angle ANATOMICALLY PERFECT - I just refused to draw it at all. Drawing back then was HARD. I forced too much limitations upon myself, I was so scared of making any mistakes and thus did everything I could to avoid the risk to fail. It felts like an entire world would see me failing and everyone - literally everyone - will disapprove. And don't get me wrong - the art community in my country has always been astonishingly toxic. We had, like, a group of 20 THOUSANDS individuals hunting down children online and bullying them into oblivion for drawing anime and furry characters in their school textbooks. And pretty much everyone except a small group of people (which I was a part of) thought that it's absolutely fine and this is how the things should be. Even the industry professionals were absolutely sure that young artists have to suffer and be ashamed of everything they do unless it is absolutely flawless at an any aspect. I was ashamed of everything I did back then. I was ashamed of drawing and posting sketches because I felt like they are not good enough to be shown to anyone. And then the Ai-boom started. And I had mixed feelings because I was not THAT scared, but I was somewhat disappointed of people? General public praised the generated slop ignoring the mistakes far worse than what real artists got bullied for for DECADES. The synthetic artworks are shiny. They are overrendered. They are liveless, boring, they lack fundamentals and yet somehow people viewed them as some kind of a miracle. I decided to learn how does those little machines generated their slop out of morbid curiosity, just to make sure that I got it right and it is spitting out cadavers created from mutilated, dismembered works of real artists. Used by people who did not care enough to pick up a bloody pencils. And I thought: why would I care enough to look at something that no one bothered to create? And then I started seeing everything I do completely different. I suddenly stopped caring of being perfect. Every piece I have ever done, every work I was crying over for it being ugly, every messy sketch and unfinished doodle suddenly started to matter a lot. Not that I stopped caring of doing my best, no. I stopped wishing to disown my own mistakes. They are my own. I cared enough to try and fail and to try again, and fail so badly that I wanted to cry, scream and throw up. And I repeated the cycle for long enough that I started to enjoy my silly doodles and started loving every tiny imperfection because this is what made my art so human. I still suck at drawing hands and feet. My line-art is messy and I started doing it right on top of my colored sketch. My pipe-line is in chaos and my PSDs look like a total mess of three hundreds of layers. I draw sketches with huge-ass round brush only adding the details that really matters. My works are better than they could ever be because they feel alive and chaotic as we human had always been. This is a love letter to my art and write it while flipping off my middle finger to the cadavers generated by the machine. I will not be stopped by glorified autocomplete and I refuse to be outdone by people who confuse googling an image with the act of creation.

My worst drawing is better than any of the generative imagery out there, because I cared drawing it.

#ai art is not art #anti ai #love letter to myself #i love art #artist on tumblr

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probablyasocialecologist · 5 months ago

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Living machines are essentially intensive, indoor artificial wetlands. Technical names for living machines include "advanced ecologically engineered systems" and "fixed-film ecology wastewater treatment systems." What they entail is mimicking natural processes of biological decomposition in a constructed aquatic environment. Simply put: dirty water goes in, passes through a series of self-contained aquatic ecosystems, and clean water comes out. The water is, in fact, so clean that it can be safely discharged into sensitive aquatic environments, like natural wetlands. And it does all of this without any of the usual chemical treatments or high-energy inputs of conventional wastewater treatment. Living machines produce such safe effluent because they achieve what is known as "tertiary treatment," meaning they successfully abate pollutants. How does a biological system do this? Simple: it uses them as inputs. Let me explain. The most common such pollutants are nitrogen and phosphorous. These happen to be the two nutrients whose out-of-whack flows have pushed us past a key planetary boundary. The biggest reason for this is industrial agriculture: it relies on synthetic nitrogen and mined phosphorous to exceed the carrying capacity of the ecosystems in which it operates. One of the big problems with industrial agriculture is that a great deal of the nitrogen and phosphorous applied isn't actually utilized by the food being produced: most of it runs off into waterways. This leads to far-reaching, ecologically catastrophic events ("eutrophication"). By constructing a complete food chain within the living machine, each step creates the food for the next step. Excess nutrients, like nitrogen and phosphorous, feed microorganisms which are then consumed by larger creatures and so on up the food chain, until we are left with harmless components and a great deal of life. The living machine converts pollution into biodiversity and clean water, instead of run-off and eutrophication. It's a prime example of true "regeneration."

#ecology #pollution #solarpunk #wastewater #water

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deathworlders-of-e24 · 3 months ago

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Thomas, Engineer

Part 1

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Watching Tranquility Base drift away as the Noah launched on its maiden voyage from Earth’s moon left Thomas Hibbs with an odd feeling of deja vu. He’d worked on dozens of ships, but always in the engineering decks where the only windows were peering into the mechanical arrays. Peering out into the void of space was…actually pretty damn cool in Thomas’s opinion.

I wonder if this thing has a VR Grid, he thought.

In the 50 years since humanity had joined the GAIL, it hadn’t been all space hoppers and life saving medical breakthroughs, the entertainment industry had made huge jumps in realism and simulated realities. One species in particular, the machine people known as the Padrino, had such a realistic virtual reality environment code that practically every other species in the assembly paid top dollar for a copy of it. Thought most used it for information storage and practical exploits, Humans were the first to turn it into a hyper advanced game simulation. The Padrino weren’t exactly pleased to learn the code they used to store their memories and experiences was being used to fight monsters with supernatural powers at weekend game tournaments on Earth, but they didn’t complain that much. Thomas had the idea to upload a compatible version of an old game called PAC-MAN where you’re your own avatar running the mazes into the ships computers. He couldn’t wait to get that high score again.

The engineering deck was right below the science labs, and Thomas saw one of the 3 other humans on board with him. He thought her name was Liz or something, but didn’t stop to say hi. She looked preoccupied with something, and talking to people was hard. Machines were good listeners. Thomas could talk for hours to machines while he worked, even if they weren’t the kind that could talk back, thought this ship did have those. Maybe here he could meet some people who get him.

The engineering deck was all catwalks and overhead piping, service lights and ventilation ducts. Computer terminals threw blue light against the opposite wall as Thomas made his way to the Engineer ‘locker’ room. Thomas figured that’s what it was, given the cubbies for the crew’s personal items and racks and shelves of tools and equipment for the ‘fixers’ to use.

There were about two dozen people moving around the room, none of them human, several of which were non biological as well. 2 Padrino were there, speaking their machine language while they sorted tools across a long workbench against the far wall. There were several other species as well that Thomas didn’t recognize, lots of different shapes and sizes. He felt a little insecure, being just the basic human he was.

Thomas found his name on the cubby wall and stuff his own tool bag in there, as well as a change of clothes and safety gear. Then he very carefully hid a hand held game pad under his spare jumpsuit, for emergencies. He’d been stuck in an air duct once before for hours twiddling his thumbs. Never again.

Just as he finished stuffing away his gear, something small bumped against his boot. He looked down, and saw a small robot waiting patiently for him to lift his foot. Apparently he’d been trailing confetti from the launch ceremony around the ship the whole time because these droids weren’t supposed to be down here in engineering. It had probably been following him since he’d walked in. The little guy had a cylinder torso, no real neck but his head looked like it turned in circles with two tiny exhaust pipes sticking out the top. Two ‘eyes’, or sensors with aesthetics, were all that made up the face. His little feet reminded Thomas of a chicken’s, and he had two little arms with tiny hands on each.

“Oh my god you’re so cute I love you,” Thomas half squealed as he picked the little robot up like a baby. “Have you been following me this whole time? Doing such a good job, keeping the ship clean. Did you get lost? Do you need help?”

The little machine just looked at him and wiggled its legs, probably the gyroscope trying to compensate for the sudden shift in balance.

One of the other engineers laughed.

“It’s just a service drone, it can’t actually understand you. It probably just followed your trail of waste and its sensors can’t get it back to the upper decks anymore.”

Thomas looked up from the tiny robot to see a fair number of his co workers looking at him, some trying to hide smiles, some not bothering being so polite. He felt his face begin to burn as a blush came to his cheeks and surged down his neck.

Oh my god I can’t believe I did that but it’s so freaking cute how can I not how can they not love it maybe there’s more on the ship this cute, his brain might implode at the rate it was going. The service drone continued to wiggle in his grip. To Thomas it was almost the size of a toy, maybe a solid 4 inches tall. It stopped squirming and looked up at his face, its tiny head whirring and clicking as gears shifted inside its chassis. It reached out one of its tiny hands and poked his thumb.

“Beep.”

Thomas’s mouth dropped. How could a machine with no higher functioning AI be this adorable?

“I’m gonna call you Roomba.”

“That’s just its service alarm. It’s processing an inability to perform its tasks so it thinks it’s stuck somewhere, ergo it’s alerting other drones to come assist it. It probably thinks you’re rectifying the obstacle.”

There were some snickers, a few openly laughed, but Thomas couldn’t care about them right now. The little droid was so adorable in Thomas’s eyes it was like looking at puppies.

He did, however, notice the 2 Padrino staring at him, motionless. For a moment he worried he’d maybe offended them by gushing over the little toy like robot. One of them approached. The Padrino had a clearly mechanical body with chrome plating encasing its joints and limbs. Its torso was thin but solid, whirring quietly as it walked over. Its head had a single antenna with a tinted face plate, which Thomas figured just was it’s ‘face’.

“It has been observed that Humans form an emotional bond to many different species and objects. Is this what is occurring, Human Thomas?”

Gauging the inflections of their voice was difficult, they didn’t have any kind of body language and the voice itself was entirely synthesized, adding layers of difficulty. Thomas thought for a moment, then just shrugged.

“I didn’t mean to cause a scene in here, I just got excited. It’s small and kinda cute so I just lost control for a moment.”

“Apologizing is unnecessary. We’d simply like to understand how Humans function to better improve the efficiency of this division.”

“Beep.”

The service drone wiggled in his hand again.

“It appears the small droid is out of range of its directive. It is asking for assistance with a new objective to replace its task queue.”

“Wait, you can understand it?”

“Yes, the alert sound is not a language. It’s sending out a very short range signal burst with information embedded in it, which I can receive with internal sensors. It’s AI is crude and simple, but it does have the basic functionality to form an artificial language. You’ve replaced its designation D7 with the name Roomba.”

Thomas looked from the Padrino to the little droid and back again.

“Does it like the name?”

“Beep.”

“It says it is a sufficient new designation and is awaiting a new task queue.”

“Oh good, I’m not good at naming stuff so I was worried-”

“Since the ship has launched, the service drones have gone inactive due to safety features. Since this one, new designation Roomba, was here on the engineering deck, it was outside the proximity of the ship’s AI core transmissions. It has exhausted its task queue and requests a new one.”

“Beep.”

“It is repeating the request.”

“Yeah, yes, got that, thank you. Okay, and I can just give it something to do?”

“That is correct.”

“Beep.”

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“Roomba, can you hand me another bolt please?”

“Beep.”

[Primary task in the queue has not been completed: obtain high score]

“I know buddy, but you can pause it with that little button on the side there. I need that bolt real quick.”

Roomba looked where Thomas was pointing on the game pad. The pad itself was bigger than the drone, by a good half inch, so it was like Roomba was standing on a flat screen built into the floor, or playing one of those retro dance machine games from way back.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

The Padrino had been kind enough to give Thomas’s ear piece translator an quick upgrade, so now he was able to receive Roomba’s signal burst data and understand what he was ‘saying’. They’d even given Roomba’s AI a little tune up so he could understand more complex tasks and ideas. Roomba had disconnected from the ship’s core code when he’d gone to the engineering deck so Thomas figured it’d be fine, the little guy could hang out with him now.

It took Roomba’s whole hand to get the game pad to register the pressed button and pause PAC-MAN, which was cute. And what was even cuter was the bolt Thomas needed was half the little robots size so it struggled just a little to bring it over the few feet to him.

“Good job buddy, thank you,” Thomas said, grinning.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged. Returning to primary task]

“You do that. Good luck Roomba.”

At the time, the only thing the Padrino had asked for in return for their help and upgrades was the chance to observe biological lifeforms and their tendencies to ‘bond’ with others. The Padrino were a sort of hive mind it seemed, each unit being just an interface with the main AI back on their home planet. When units were out of range of communication with the home office, the main AI base code was copied into the machines and split off to collect information. When they got home, they dumped the data into the main computers and integrated back into the main AI core.

Thomas thought they were the coolest people he’d ever met. He’d said ‘sure, observe all you want, I just wanna thank you guys for your help.’

The game pad trilled, a little tune to congratulate moving up a level.

“Beep.”

[Update: progress has been made. Continuing primary task: obtain high score]

“Good work Roomba. You keep at it buddy, you’ll get there.”

From down the hall the 2 Padrino watched the strange little robot ‘playing video games’ next to the human doing an actually productive task.

“More data must be collected. The human, a deathworlder, has bonded to the drone.”

“We will continue to observe.”

“Agreed.”

#deathworlders of e24 #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are strange #humans are weird

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ecocleanindia · 8 months ago

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ha-rinrin · 3 months ago

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Dare to Disrupt

soo, where is a little peak of how the piltover x reader fic is going

i had to make it all over again cause I wast satisfied with the original idea, thats why is taking so long

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In Piltover, life runs like a well-crafted machine. The sun rises on time, the gears of industry turn, and the people march to the rhythm of progress. It’s a city built on order and precision—where every street, every invention, every person seems to have their place.

Including you.

You wake up to the soft chime of your alarm, a reminder of the day ahead. Your apartment is neat, compact, perched high in one of Piltover’s quieter districts. The shelves are lined with polished tools, inventions stacked neatly in the corners, waiting for their turn in the spotlight. Everything here has its place, just like in the city below.

Breakfast is the same as always—tea, a pastry from the bakery down the street. There’s something reassuring about the routine, the predictability of it all. You follow the same path every morning: workbench, breakfast, streets buzzing with life. You’ve built a steady career here in Piltover, rising through the ranks as an inventor. Your gadgets are useful, respected, admired by your peers.

And yet, even as you go through the motions, there’s this quiet voice in the back of your mind that never quite goes away—a small whisper that says you don’t completely belong.

Piltover is orderly. You’re not sure if you are.

Your work is precise, just like the city demands. Today, you’re refining the design of a tool for the enforcers—something sleek and efficient, like everything in Piltover. It’s good work, and you’ve always been proud of your ability to meet the city’s high standards. But sometimes, it feels like you’re just building things to fit into a world that’s already decided what it wants from you.

The hours pass quickly, your hands moving automatically as you adjust gears and wires, tightening bolts until everything snaps perfectly into place. There’s a strange comfort in it, the way everything fits together so seamlessly. But even as you work, a sense of detachment lingers. It’s like you’re on autopilot, going through the same steps you take every day, without really thinking.

Out the window, Piltover hums with its usual precision. The streets below are busy, but never chaotic. People move with purpose—engineers, merchants, enforcers, all playing their part in the city’s grand design. You watch them for a moment, feeling both a part of and apart from it all.

You’ve never really felt like you belong here. It’s not that you don’t fit in—on the surface, you do. You’re good at what you do, and you’ve earned respect in the circles that matter. But there’s always been something about Piltover’s endless order that makes you feel like you’re living in someone else’s world, following someone else’s rules.

Everything is so clean, so perfect, so planned. There’s no room for mistakes, no space for chaos or uncertainty. And while you can play the part, sometimes it feels like you’re just going through the motions—fitting into a mold that was made for someone else.

As the day wears on, you find yourself walking the same streets, greeting the same faces, moving through a life that feels too smooth, too scripted. You’ve spent years here, building a career, making a name for yourself. But it’s hard to ignore that small, nagging feeling that you’re not quite… yourself. Like you’re following the script Piltover handed you, but there’s something more just out of reach.

By the time you leave the workshop and head home, the sky has turned a soft orange, the city bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. You walk the same path you always do, passing the same shops, the same people. It’s all so familiar, yet it never quite feels right.

When you reach your apartment, you sit by the window, gazing out at the city. The towers of Piltover rise up, gleaming and pristine, a testament to progress and perfection. But your eyes drift past them, to the shadowy edge of Zaun, just visible in the distance. It’s a place you’ve only ever heard about—a world of smoke, steel, and chaos. A world that doesn’t follow the same rules.

You’ve never been to Zaun, never even thought about it seriously. But sometimes, in moments like this, you wonder what it would be like to live in a place where everything isn’t so perfectly ordered. Where things don’t have to fit neatly into a plan. Where people aren’t shaped by the city’s rigid expectations.

The thought fades as quickly as it came, replaced by the familiar weight of routine. You’ve built a life here in Piltover—a good one. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. But there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you’re playing a role, rather than living a life that’s truly your own.

Another day, another invention, another step forward. Piltover’s clockwork continues to tick, and you’re just one more piece in its perfect mechanism.

But somewhere, deep down, you can’t shake the feeling that you were meant for something a little messier. Something a little less perfect.

You hear the explosion long before you see it.

It rips through the quiet of the evening, a deep, echoing boom that sends a shudder through the floor of your apartment. For a moment, everything is still, like the city itself is holding its breath. Then, the chaos begins. Alarms sound, people shout, and somewhere in the distance, you hear the heavy boots of enforcers rushing toward the disturbance.

You stand by the window, staring out at the skyline. From your vantage point, you can see the plume of smoke rising from one of Piltover’s lower districts. It’s not the first time something like this has happened—a malfunction, an accident, maybe even sabotage. But something about this one feels different. The blast was… bigger. Closer.

Suddenly, there’s a loud crash at your door, rattling the frame. You jump, heart racing. It’s not the typical noise of someone knocking. This is more like a kick. You instinctively move toward the door, hesitating for just a moment before throwing it open.

And there she is.

A wild figure bursts into your apartment, practically tumbling over the threshold. Her blue hair is a chaotic halo around her head, and her mismatched clothing is covered in soot and dirt. She’s grinning, a mixture of exhilaration and mischief in her eyes, but there’s something else there too—urgency.

"Let’s go, let’s go!" she shouts, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “I’m not sticking around to meet the welcoming committee!”

“Wait—who are you?” you manage to stammer, trying to catch up with the whirlwind that just entered your life.

“Name’s Jinx!” she exclaims, still tugging you further into your own apartment. “And I really hope you have a place to hide. Like, right now!”

You hear the thundering footsteps of enforcers echoing down the hallway, and it hits you—she must have come from the explosion you just witnessed. Your heart races as she pushes you further into your living room and slams the door behind her, locking it just as the sound of shouting grows louder outside.

“Are you insane?” you blurt out, struggling to comprehend what’s happening. “You can’t just barge in here!”

“Oh, but I can!” she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And I just did! Besides, what’s a little chaos between friends, right?”

You blink at her, caught off guard. Friends? You’re still grappling with the fact that a notorious troublemaker has just invaded your home, and she’s treating it like an everyday occurrence.

“What are you even running from?” you ask, trying to gather your thoughts as she flops down onto your couch, kicking her feet up onto your coffee table, clearly at ease.

“Enforcers! Boring, uptight, law-abiding enforcers!” she scoffs. “You’d think they’d have better things to do than chase me. I mean, can’t a girl blow up a building in peace?”

“Blow up a—” You can’t even finish your sentence, the chaos of the situation’s still overwhelming you. “That was you?!”

“Maybe,” she says, a smirk dancing across her lips. “But let��s not dwell on the details! You’re not going to turn me in, are you? I mean, what kind of monster would do that to a girl who just wants a little fun?”

Her tone is light, but there’s an underlying tension as she leans closer, her mismatched eyes searching yours. The thought flickers through your mind—what if you did? The enforcers would love a tip-off from a good little Pilty like you. You could snag a reward, maybe even some recognition for doing your civic duty.

“Why would I do that?” you blurt out, trying to sound indignant, but your heart races with the weight of the dilemma. Jinx’s eyes narrow slightly, a playful grin never leaving her face.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s the right thing to do?” she replies with mock seriousness. “Or maybe you’re just itching for a pat on the back from the enforcers. You’re a smart cookie, right? They’d love to hear about the lunatic that just crashed into your life!”

She leans back on the couch, putting her hands behind her head, clearly reveling in your discomfort. “But hey, why do that when you could be the exciting one for a change? Live a little!”

You shake your head, feeling a mix of annoyance and intrigue. “I’m not a criminal, Jinx! I just—”

“Just what?” she cuts in, her voice teasing. “Want to sit around in your tidy little apartment and twiddle your thumbs? Come on! You have a chance to be a part of something thrilling. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You glance around your apartment, taking in the cluttered workbench and the half-finished projects. The thought of turning her in tempts you like a whisper in the dark. But there’s something about her reckless enthusiasm that draws you in, a spark of excitement in the mundane.

“What if I wanted to keep my hands clean?” you ask, your tone more challenging than defensive.

“Then you’ll just be another boring Pilty!” she counters, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look, I get it. You’re scared. You don’t want to be tied up in my mess. But you’ve got a choice here! You can be the hero who turns me in, or you can be the legend who helps me stick it to the enforcers!”

You open your mouth to protest, but Jinx jumps to her feet, bouncing on her heels as if charged with energy. “And speaking of being legendary, let’s check out what you’ve got here!”

Without waiting for your response, she starts rummaging through your things, her wild energy radiating through the room. “Ooh! What’s this?” she exclaims, holding up a small device that looks like a cross between a gadget and a toy. “Looks like it could do some serious damage! Are you planning on selling this to the enforcers?”

“It’s just a utility tool!” you protest, feeling your cheeks flush. “I use it for small projects. Nothing too special.”

“Nothing too special?” she scoffs, glancing around at the scattered tools. “You’ve got a whole setup here! This place is just screaming ‘Pilty!’ Seriously, where’s the chaos? Where’s the fun?”

Her enthusiasm is infectious, but you can’t shake the unease creeping in the back of your mind. “This isn’t really the time for—”

“Oh, but it is!” she interrupts, her eyes sparkling. “Just think! You’ve got the perfect hideout for a crazy girl like me. And let’s be real, if you were going to turn me in, wouldn’t you have done it by now?” She flashes you a conspiratorial grin.

“I—” You hesitate, wrestling with the conflicting feelings of intrigue and fear. “I just don’t want to get caught up in this mess.”

“Caught up? Please!” Jinx waves her hand dismissively, her tone breezy. “You’ve already got me here, and I’m not going anywhere. So why not embrace the madness? Besides, it’s not like anyone would believe you. ‘Oh, I saw Jinx in my apartment!’ They’d think you’re insane!”

The idea of living a little more dangerously starts to sound appealing, but the nagging voice of caution remains. What if the enforcers do find out? What if they come looking for her?

But as you glance around your cluttered apartment, the weight of your monotonous life presses down on you. This is your chance—your chance to break free from the predictable routine that has left you feeling so hollow. You can feel the thrill of adventure bubbling just beneath the surface, and it tempts you like a whispered promise.

“Maybe I could just… help her,” you think, your pulse quickening. Jinx is a wild card, yes, but perhaps there’s a spark of excitement to be found in her chaos. The thought of being part of something bigger, something more vibrant, sends a rush through you. Maybe you don’t want to turn her in. Maybe you want to be part of her story.

“Okay, let’s say I don’t turn you in,” you find yourself saying, your voice steadier than you expected. “What then? What do you have in mind?”

Jinx’s grin widens, her excitement palpable. “Now you’re talking! We could make some noise, shake things up a bit! I’ve got plans, but I need someone smart to help me execute them. And who better than someone with all these fancy gadgets?”

You feel a mix of exhilaration and dread. This is what you’ve been craving—an escape from the mundane, a break from the predictable. But the idea of getting involved in something so reckless also terrifies you.

“What kind of plans?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, half hoping she’ll backtrack.

“Oh, just a little something to remind the enforcers who’s really in charge around here!” she replies with a wicked twinkle in her eye. “Nothing too crazy. Just a bit of mischief, maybe a few fireworks. You in?”

You take a deep breath, wrestling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. The thrill of possibility dances on the edge of your consciousness, but so does the fear of the consequences.

“Do you really think we can get away with it?” you ask, trying to gauge just how reckless this girl is willing to be.

“Of course we can!” she exclaims, as if the answer is obvious.

Her infectious energy begins to chip away at your reservations. The idea of becoming a part of something thrilling and rebellious is undeniably appealing. The enforcers would never suspect someone like you to get mixed up in something so wild.

“Just think,” she continues, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You could finally fill that empty spot in your life. Stop being just another face in the crowd”

“Stop being just another face in the crowd”

You feel a surge of adrenaline at her words, and suddenly the thought of joining her seems like a thrilling escape from the suffocating routine of your life. The dull ache of monotony that has lingered for so long begins to fade, replaced by a flicker of excitement.

“But what if we get caught?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly. “What if they find out I helped you?”

Jinx laughs, a sound that dances through the tension in the air. “Caught? Please! What do you think is going to happen? The enforcers are too busy chasing after me to worry about some nobody in a boring apartment! You’ll be fine. Besides, a little risk is what makes life worth living, right?”

She leans forward, her mismatched eyes alight with fervor. “Just imagine it! No more boring days. No more blending in with the walls”

A part of you craves that thrill—the idea of finally breaking free from the shackles of your ordinary life. The monotony of your routine suddenly feels like a cage, and Jinx is the key, offering an escape you never knew you wanted.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as curiosity tugs at you.

“Alright!” she exclaims, a gleam of mischief dancing in her eyes. “I’ve been working on something big, and it’s going to be spectacular! All we need is a little ingenuity and a touch of chaos. First, we’ll need to grab some supplies from my stash—explosives, smoke bombs, maybe a few gadgets for distractions.”

“Explosives?” Your heart races, a mixture of fear and exhilaration flooding your veins. “How big are we talking?”

“Not too big! Just enough to make a statement,” she assures you, her grin widening. “Trust me, it’ll be a blast—literally!”

You watch her bounce around the room, rifling through your tools with a wild enthusiasm. Your heart beats faster with every passing moment, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. This is madness. But it’s also a chance to feel alive.

As she holds up a particularly colorful contraption, Jinx’s eyes shine with excitement. “What do you say, partner? Ready to dive headfirst into the chaos?”

You hesitate for a moment, weighing the thrill of adventure against the safety of your ordinary life. But the allure of the unknown, the intoxicating possibility of breaking free, pulls you in.

“Okay,” you say finally, a mixture of resolve and trepidation in your voice. “Let’s do this. But we have to be smart about it.”

Jinx’s laughter rings out, bright and infectious. “Smart? Who knew you had a wild side hidden beneath that boring exterior! Don’t worry; I’ve got a plan. We’ll be out in a flash and back before anyone even notices we’re gone.”

As she starts plotting out the details, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through you. The enforcers may come after Jinx, but for now, you’re ready to embrace the chaos. You’re ready to step into the unknown and shake off the monotony that has weighed you down for far too long.

Together, you’re about to step into a world where the stakes are high and the adrenaline is real, and for the first time in a long while, you feel truly alive.

With her by your side, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for.

#jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #jinx/you #arcane jinx #jinx x fem!reader #jinx league of legends #jinx posting

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Hi there, love your art! And especially the little flavor text / lore snippets you attach to them sometimes The grimy wire-tangle of the Factory is really intriguing - could you share a bit more about it?

Hey there, I'm glad you like it! The Factory is just me being indulgent with myself. I like the aesthetic of old, outdated industrial stuff. The more obscure, dirty and unknowable the machinery is, and the more it looks like an OSHA violation waiting to happen, the happier I am. I've had dreams of similar cramped and claustrophobic places and it's fun to put it on paper.

As a kid I grew up spending the summers at my grandparents restaurant equipment cleaning business. I was totally well taken care of, but I was around a lot of dirty, greasy machines, nuts and bolts and the sound of welding and metal grinding. I liked to play in the giant bin of packing peanuts and help my grandparents scrape grease. There were definitely dingey, claustrophobic rooms full of tools, chemicals and spare machine parts, and a vat of acid that stripped grease off of things (or your hand if you were stupid enough to put it in there). Did this have an influence on my art? Maybe.

LASTLY, I like to draw scenes that show places where there's a lot of...despair?... I guess. Something about the idea of a place where things are so bad they can't get worse is kind of cathartic. In the Factory, conditions have deteriorated to this point, so there's no bad thing left to worry about. Things will also never improve and they'll never leave, so they don't have the burden of hoping and....being disappointed I suppose? I think this scenario soothes my anxiety, which always dreads the worst. At the Factory the worst has occurred, so there *is* no anxiety.

Ok this got pretty long winded, so if you read it, thanks! If you want to know more about individual character lore let me know. ❤️

#art #horror #meta #horror illustration #ink #ballpointpen #drawing #The Factory #mech art #factory aesthetic #industrial aesthetic #industrial art

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billythesimp · 6 months ago

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Found Family

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...

Prompt Idea: A child is found by the Belobog crew in a hollow and taken back to their work site. Cue how each would interact and babysit the kid.

I wanted something wholesome since Belobog Industry is my second favorite factor. Victoria Housekeeping being number one for now!

Gn!Kid since it was easier to write.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡...⋙

tw: slight angst? , very much fluff

While some workers were clearing out the rubble of another one of their machine’s drills. They followed the protocol given to them for a safe work environment within the hollows- protective gear, keeping an eye on their environment, and most important of all; Watching out for any ethereal in the area. While cleaning and prepping their machines, an alarm for distress goes off somewhere, some nearby workers giving each other a look before calling in for a higher up to join in their inspection.

It wasn’t abnormal for machines to break or require maintenance, but since their tech was highly advanced and used rather expensive parts, it was always important to check in if a distress signal was real or another one of Grace’s children having another outburst. After all, they did have that incident a couple of weeks ago, they couldn’t be sure until they really looked.

Upon further inspection of where they left the boring machine in question, a worker gasps as they pull out their walkie talkie, another rushing forward on the scene as their boring machine along with another drilling machine are crowding around what looks to be the size of a small Bangboo. But upon further inspection, it turns out to be more surprising.

“Hey, we need someone down here stat! There’s a kid on the site!”

At first, Grace was more so worried about the news that one of her machines had sent out a distress signal. She arrived shortly after receiving news that her children had found something. Of course, she would be planning on scheduling an inspection to ensure nothing had affected their wiring but what she hadn’t expected was to be greeted by a little kid looking at her from behind one of the boring machine’s legs. She blinked slowly before the gears started turning in her head before lowering to the child's level, a soft expression on her face while trying to cox the child towards her and away from the potential danger.

“Hey there, dear. Come here, we won’t hurt you.” How did a kid get on site nonetheless, a hollow at that. Slowly she was able to grab the kid, lifting them to her hip before requesting that PubSec be contacted for a lost child report.

While PubSec had filed the report and suggested in taking the kid with them, the little kid had suddenly grown attached to Grace. Fear in their little eyes as they hid behind the women’s legs, grasping her tailcoat. Grace then suggests that since she had entered the hollow most likely nearby, it would be best to try to find any parent or guardian nearby the hollow looking for a kid. For the time being, they would take responsibility for watching the kid. "Come on pumpkin, lets get you in the office, it'll be nice and refreshing in there. Better then inside that hollow I bet."

⋈ At first it seemed like a good idea, but after a while Grace started to realize just what she had gotten herself into. While she did have a hand in raising Koleda after the disappearance of her father, Koleda was a lot older than this kid here. She would constantly chase after the little one, warning them to be careful around her workshop and stopping them from leaving the office- as to not have any injuries with any machinery outside and in. It reminded her just how energetic children could be, let alone human ones. But she still gets those heartwarming memories of Koleda as a kid, wondrous eyes as she wandered around her dad’s shop.

⋈ Sometimes, at random, Grace will feel the little hands tugging at her coat wanting her attention. She’d get little things they would find. A cool rock, some old wrench she lost a while ago, even a loose screw that she doesn’t know where it came from. Of course, she kept them in her pockets, smiling as the kid shyly expressed their glee and skipping away to either watch the workers out the window or find some more things around. Grace wishes she could show this kid around the place, taking notice of all the little things they take an interest in and try to explain to them what they do or what they are for.

⋈ Though she doesn’t mind their presence that much and in fact enjoys it a lot, taking care of the little tyke reminded her just how hard it really was so she agrees that she enjoys her controlled chaos that comes with her mechanical children. But who can say no to that cute chubby smile of theirs.

“Ah, Pumpkin! Don’t touch that, you could get hurt. Oh geez, don’t look at me like that. You knew it was off limits… ah why do you have to be so cute- how about I show you outside a little? Will that make you happy pumpkin?” The little kid stares with large eyes, blinking while nodding their head, reaching to take her hand which Grace doesn’t miss. Gushing about how cute they are skipping alongside her.

Ben may look really intimidating at first, with that scar on his face and those gruff grizzly bear genes of his, but he is a softy at heart. So when others see him, they always perk up and show him respect, not wanting to get on his bad side even when he’s only passing by or addressing a concern of his in the workplace. He doesn’t mind this reaction, it’s almost expected at this point but sometimes even the little things catch him off guard. Especially when some kid comes running up to him to give him a hug.

“Teddy!” The gleeful squeal of a child catches his attention, turning in time to see a little kid escaping Grace’s grasp to run towards his looming figure. Sure they have many bear workers on site, but why would this kid go after him specifically? “Huh? Oh hello there little cub. What are you doing here?”

“Teddy! Teddy!” They bounce on their toes as they take a hold of his hand, nudging it happily as Ben could only gruff out a confused snort. “I’m not teddy? My name is Ben, Ben Bigger.” Before Grace could apologize for the interruption, the child's eyes sparkled up at him before grinning wildly, “Benny!”

⋈ Affectionately known as Benny now, Ben tries to resume his work but is now followed around by the little cub, the kid imitating him from time to time only to turn into a fit of giggles as they pretended to be watching something else when he turns to look at them. Of course, it was a cute sight, a grizzly grin on his muzzle from time to time as he watched his step with his newest crew member. Many of the other workers found the sight rather cute, Ben wandering around to ensure stock or filing reports while a small child wearing a hard hat trails behind.

⋈ When entering a dangerous area or going up a lift, he made sure their guest was close behind him, holding their hand or even carrying them on his shoulders so they can have a better view of the construction sight. While they are given a piggyback, they will run their little hands over his fur and mumble about how soft Benny is. He doesn’t mind seeing as they are just a kid, though he just hopes they don’t make his hair look too unkempt and messy. Ears flicking as they giggles and curl up against his head in a small snuggle.

⋈ “How’s the view up there?” He asks looking up at them with his one good eye, hands grasping his fur firm enough not to hurt but stay put. They are on one of the scaffoldings with some other workers, taking inventory. “Huge! I wanna see it all!” Ben only grins before returning to the matter at hand, one of his workers mentioning how the kid makes Ben seem more friendlier, many having approached him to ask about the kid or greet them both, said child waving shyly at everyone while cowarding behind Ben. All the wild, Ben notices an increase of work production as of the last hour. Hmm, wonder why.

⋈ All together, Ben is rather gentle and caring with the kid, being more gentle and soft spoken when addressing them. He does his best not to put them in danger all while keeping them entertained, even involving them in the more fun projects like mixing paints. His ears flickering whenever the childish glee of ‘Benny’ is announced, little hands taking his larger paws while they speak about what they did in their very broken, little English.

“You mixed some more paints? That’s great! Maybe one day, you’ll be a hard working construction worker with that attitude.” He crouches down to their height, ruffling their hair while they smile at his praise, “I can already see it now, you might even be a better worker than me.”

“Benny the best! Number 1!” They cheer, Ben’s claw pressed against his chest as a heartwarming feeling engulfs his heart, rosy flowers seeming to appear around him before his attention is called upon.

“Let’s get moving now, can’t be late.”

It was roughly around lunch time, Anton meeting up with Ben to hand in any files he had gathered from the workers in the hollows as well as any inquires for the next move on construction and demolition. But when he spots a little kid munching on a sandwich, a lot of questions run through his mind. Whose kid is this? The President's? But isn’t she a little too young to have kids? Of course he needed to find out, waltzing up to see what his bro is up to now.

⋈ The moment he steps up and makes eye contact with the little one, he doesn’t know it but he’s scowling. Anton has a habit of looking scary when he is thinking or even when he’s trying to figure something out, so to the kid they look like a scary man. Eyes start watering before Anton can get a word out, leaving him to panic and wave his hands about.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Hey there kid, didn’t mean to scare you! Look! I’m friendly, see!” He crouched down, smiling nervously while trying to cheer them up, Ben watching in amusement while eating his own lunch. Anton tries his best, pulling at his cheeks, messing his hair up or even trying to crack a joke. Soon, the kid could only stare in confusion at this stranger, wondering why he was being so… weird.

“Anton, stop, you’re weirding them out.” He pouts, seeing that Ben was right. But at least they aren’t crying, fixing his original problem, “Sorry about that kid, names Anton! Who are you, little bro?” Blinking, they only look at him before trying to hide behind their sandwich, munching slowly as they choose to ignore him. Anton’s ego has been hit.

⋈ He’s not bad with kids, though he’s not good with them either. He’s always cautious with them since he’s seen some odd children in New Eridu. But after getting to know them from what little they spoke and what Ben and Grace had told him, he seems to have gotten to a point of understanding with them. That being said, he’s making sure they are in the best care there while they still are waiting to receive news from their parents. During lunch, he’s offering them his best snacks, proud of himself that he’s slowly gaining their trust. Or even offering to show them around while Ben is on his break to give the bear a rest.

⋈ Whilst showing them around, he plays little games with them, chasing around the Bangboos they point out, running circles around the many tables and chairs in the break areas, even giving them wild piggyback rides that leave them laughing and squealing. If not piggyback rides, he’s tossing them up in the air and catching them playfully, the excitement on their face making him even more happier. They started calling him, ‘Big brother Anton’- boosting his ego a little as he started addressing himself as such to other workers he comes across, many looking on in confusion as he trails after the little tyke to keep an eye on them like a big brother would.

⋈ That being said, he knows when to reel in the playtime when he needs to be serious or careful for their safety. He always has an eye on them, steering them away from the dangerous machinery and preventing them from running into other workers carrying heavy parts and pieces. Of course, he does scold them but he does it out of care that they could end up getting hurt if he doesn’t keep a close eye on them. And they seem to know this too, always apologizing before sadly looking down to their dirtied sneakers, scuffing them on the hard concrete.

“Hey, look at me kid. You’re not in trouble, ok. I just don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all. Do you like having a boo-boo?” He gently holds them at an arm's length, leaning towards them as he speaks softly, thumb rubbing their forearms. They slowly shake their heads no, on the verge of tears after almost running into another worker carrying a large panel of glass, tripping in front of them. Had Anton not been quick, the worker would have stepped on them or worse, tripped and dropped the glass on them leaving them open to being cut up by the shards.

“I don’t wanna see you hurt, so know when I yell at you or scold you, it’s because big brother Anton is looking out for you and wants to keep you safe, ok!” He smiles gently at them, pinching their cheek as they blink the tears away and nod in understanding. It takes them a little but soon they ask him an important question, “Will big brother always protect me?”

“Sure thing, kid. As long as I’m around, you’ll be safe!”

While the trio address their findings and wonder what they should do now with the kid since they all need to get back to work, their president has finally returned from one of her meetings to hear that there is a kid on site. Finding her trusted employees and her closest family, Koleda is surprised to see that the rumors were true, freaking out once the kid spots her. Grace only greets her with a smile, waving as she approaches.

“Hi sweet pea! Come meet pumpkin!” Koleda flinches once the child approaches her, staring up at her before taking a hold of her pants and tugging them gently. “Eh, let go of me. Grace! Why is there a kid here? Children should not be on the construction site, you know what will happen if the press hears about this!?”

“Calm down Koleda, Pubsec is working hard already to try and find their parents. In the meantime, we’re taking care of them. Besides, a lot of the crew love them, what a cute bundle of joy!” Koleda sighs before looking down at the kid beside her, the kids stare never letting down before they point at their face. “You're like my age.” Oh boy, was Koleda about to have a field day with this one.

⋈ Usually Koleda is treated like the kid in the situation, after all she is pretty young to be running a business but she’s proven herself to be rather mature and grown for the task at hand. That being said, she doesn’t get along with children. So this new kid is nothing more than an obstacle in her routine. She is constantly being followed by them, annoyed at how many questions they ask or how they touch things that they shouldn’t touch. The amount of times she had picked a fight with this kid is insane, but of course they don't escalate into huge fights, really just calling names and pointing. The one time the kid kicks her after she called them 'small brain', Koleda pulled out the timeout card and grounded them to her office, calling for Grace who only laughed at them both.

⋈ The only thing she can think of doing is giving them something to distract them. Still has some old toys from when she was a kid in her office, little blue trucks and yellow cranes. But once giving them over to the kid, she starts nitpicking them about how they should be playing with them, explaining their roles as they aren’t race cars which is what the kid had assumed from the second they got them. So now Koleda is stuck playing with them while trying to find an excuse to leave, which seems to be non existence.

⋈ She hates to admit it, but she likes bossing them around sometimes. It’s not everyday you get to boss around someone younger then you, making them get things for her here and there like files or tools. But still, it’s the moments when they call her ‘Cool Big Sis’ that she can’t help but find this kid alright. Usually, Grace is her big sis; So seeing that someone finds her as a good sister figure, she’s gotta show off a little and show them whose the boss around these parts. That’s right, Cool big sis is!

⋈ After a long day of venturing and eating and meeting so many people, the little kid finally settles down a little. Of course, it starts hitting them that the day is starting to end and workers are leaving to go home, they grow lonely and sad, sitting on Koleda’s couch in her office. Blinking away sleepy tears before curling up on the cushions, taking a nap before Koleda comes back. Finding the child sleeping peacefully, she drapes a blanket she had laying around on them, realizing that it’s an old one from when her dad was around, leaving it in his office for when she would fall asleep as a kid. Patting their head, she resumes her work beside them, remembering how her dad would do the same for her when she was their age. She can’t help but think of them as a mini me, smiling sadly before a knock at her door catches her attention.

“Sweet pea? It’s grace, PubSec is back! They believe they found the mother of little pumpkin here!” Grace walked in once Koleda lets her in, aweing at the sight of the little one cuddling up to Koleda’s lap who looked flustered to having been caught snuggling up to the kid after deeming them an annoyance. “W-What? Oh, ok then. I’ll get the out then- Don’t mention this to the others-”

“No promises Sweet Pea~”

“G-Grace!” But she was long gone, the door closed leaving her to pick the kid up, adjusting them on her hip so they could rest their head on her shoulder. Koleda strokes their head before leaving, muttering out a sad,

“Let’s get you home now, cub.”

Arriving at the gates of the main construction offices and sites, a PubSec officer stood along a rather distressed looking women, Ben and Anton with the lady comforting her until they caught sight of the three wandering over. The sight of the kid brought tears to her eyes, crying out their name before running up to Koleda. “Oh my, Thank you so much! I’m so sorry if they've been a bother, I was so worried when they didn’t come home.” Koleda handed the kid over, still sleeping but once in their mother’s arms, almost recognizing who it was curled in closer with a larger smile on their face, sighing in relief as they continued to doze off.

“Eh, it was nothing. They are a great kid, though a troublemaker if they can wander off unnoticed. We did our best to make sure they didn’t get hurt, let alone the fact that they ended up in a hollow of all places.” Shaking her head, Grace apologizes for the inconvenience but the mother couldn’t be happier to have their child back and safe. Before leaving, she thanked Koleda one more time, ironically patting her head with a gentle smile, “You’re parents must be so proud to have raised such an amazing girl. Thank you again for watching over them. Goodbye now.”

They only watched as she left, child in hand who only woke up long enough to stare at them at a distance, PubSec officer joining them for a safe trip back home as it was already pretty late.

“Buh-bye big sister. I’ll miss you.” They smiled tired, Koleda only waving back, a small frown on her face as they turned the corner and left.

“Bye kid, see you around.”

“Maybe we’ll see them again sometime. They are a sweet kid, huh sweet pea.”

“Yeah, maybe… But that’s wishful thinking. How about we all get heading home and relax after today.” Everyone nodded, together heading back on site to finish up what needed to be done. But they'll never forget them, that's for sure. Neither will the concrete after they had ran across it several time. Yeah, really troublesome that kid was.

[07/13/2024]

Zenless Zone Zero Belongs to Hoyoverse*

#zzz #zenless zone zero #zonelist #grace howard #ben bigger #anton ivanov #koleda belobog #gn!reader #child insert #headcanons #platonic relationships

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paltoosstore · 1 year ago

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Unveiling the Wonders of PCB Conformal Coating Spray: A Shield for Electronics

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alexandraisyes · 23 days ago

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TSAMS Rainworld AU

Okay so I'm batshit insane about rainworld and I want people who don't know what rainworld is to be able to enjoy this au too, so first a basic explanation of the important background relevant to this au.

Rain World is set in a harsh, decayed world where both the environment and the creatures are constantly fighting to survive. The biggest danger is the rain—massive, torrential storms that destroy anything caught outside. Every creature has to adapt, find shelter, and plan their survival around this constant threat. The world itself is a mix of crumbling ruins left by an ancient civilization and thriving ecosystems where every creature plays its part in the food chain.

The rain cycle isn’t random—it’s actually caused by the Iterators, these massive, god-like machines built by an ancient civilization. They overheat so much while running their endless calculations that they evaporate groundwater during the day. That water builds up in the atmosphere and falls back down as catastrophic storms at night.

This overheating issue ties the Iterators directly to the environment—they’re not just relics of the past but active forces that shape how the entire ecosystem works. Every creature has to live with the results, adapting to the rains and to each other in a world that’s always on the edge of collapse.

And then like for the purpose of the AU there's the four sapient creatures that are important.

The Iterators’ bodies are massive towers that dominate the landscape. These structures house complex machinery and biospheres, creating artificial ecosystems that merge with the natural environment. Many of the game’s regions (like subterranean tunnels, industrial zones, and ruined cities) are remnants of their infrastructure. They’re intelligent beyond comprehension, capable of vast calculations, and exist in isolation, suspended in towers that dominate the skyline. Despite their intelligence, they’re constrained by their programming and trapped in a decayed world they cannot fix. They were built to fix the Big Problem (death is not permanent in this world, everything is trapped in a constant state of reincarnation and the higher-intelligence creatures are aware of this fact).

Slugcats are small, agile creatures (about the same size as the iterator puppets if not larger which are android-type things connected to the iterators with wires) with exceptional adaptability and intelligence. They were originally made to clean pipes in the cities and possibly do maintenance on the iterators too, so they have extremely high levels of intelligence for a non-human creature. They represent the middle ground between sentient animals and the god-like Iterators, capable of navigating the dangers of the ecosystem with cleverness and perseverance. While primarily focused on survival, Slugcats can form bonds and interact meaningfully with other sapient creatures, and form communities among their own. They'll also adopt slugpups that they find in the wild. Also they can be genetically modified.

Scavengers are intelligent, humanoid creatures that live in tight-knit groups. They’ve adapted to trade, cooperate, and communicate with other creatures, especially Slugcats. While they can be allies, they’re also opportunistic and will turn hostile if provoked. Their behaviors show a level of societal organization not seen in other creatures, since if you piss one off you piss them all off.

Lizards are apex predators with varied behaviors and abilities. Some are faster, some can climb, and others are better at camouflage. They’re not mindless—Lizards can be reasoned with and even befriended if fed, becoming loyal allies instead of threats. While their sapience is minimal compared to other creatures, their ability to adapt and form relationships with Slugcats sets them apart from the simpler, purely instinct-driven creatures of the game.

I promise this is all the background you need to understand the AU, now it's AU time.

Earth (Watches the Earth) Solar (Singular Solarity) Crescent (Crescent of Tides - Solar's Moon in TSAMS) Angel (Angel Descending - Solar's Sun in TSAMS) – Angel is essentially brain-dead, having fallen into disrepair due to Crescent unintentionally hogging too much water.

The Iterators remain massive, supercomputers tasked with solving the problem of escaping the cycle of life and death. They require water as a cooling agent, and their overheating causes the rain cycle that defines Rain World’s ecosystem.

Ruin, has two pups: Artemis and Apollo (my names for his moon and sun beloved). They’re still with him in the present, as Ruin is recovering from severe and chronic injuries and will be disabled for his whole fucking life.

Ruin was horribly burned and injured but managed to crawl into Crescent of Tides’ (Solar's Moon in Iterator form) tunnels. Crescent finds him in this damaged state and nurses him back to health—but not without ulterior motives. Crescent is desperate for companionship, especially since he can no longer communicate with his siblings (Solar and Angel).

Crescent’s intentions start out well-meaning—he wants to keep Ruin safe—but quickly spiral into possessiveness. He refuses to let Ruin or his pups leave, believing it’s too dangerous outside. Ruin, still recovering and now with pups to care for, is dependent on Crescent despite desperately wanting his freedom. This creates a tense master-pet dynamic where Crescent is a sentient building and Ruin, a disabled Slugcat, relies on him while resenting his control.

Solar and Earth have a tragic relationship. Once best friends, they are now physically too far apart to see each other, and the satellites they use to communicate are degrading. Messages take longer and longer to send, but they keep trying despite knowing their connection is fading.

In the future, Solar bioengineers a Slugcat messenger (Jack) to deliver communication pearls, but that hasn’t happened yet. For now, Earth copes with her loneliness by bioengineering a lizard companion, Monty, who becomes her only friend.

Sun and Moon were separated, probably by scavengers, and are now on very different paths.

Sun ends up at Solar’s structure, which is still maintained enough to stay safe from the rains. Solar, lonely and in need of company, invites Sun to stay. Sun, unsure of how to find Moon and aware of the dangers outside, decides to stay longer than planned.

Moon, on the other hand, is in a frenzy trying to find Sun. He’s furious at the scavengers who separated them and has been killing them in a rage. His single-minded focus on finding his twin makes him dangerous and unpredictable.

While searching for Sun, Moon meets Lunar, another Slugcat, who has a bonded lizard companion (Firefly). The lizard acts as a guard, trading loyalty for food and shelter. Still unsure what I'm going to do with Lunar and Firefly, but they're probably going to end up as mates bc like. I am god and I want hybrid babies and I can do that. Now Lunar, Moon, and the lizard travel together as a group, with Lunar protected by two powerful allies.

At some point, Moon’s violent reputation among scavengers catches up with him, and Eclipse, an exiled scavenger, attacks him out of spite. However, Eclipse later joins their group and becomes a friendly ally.

The Rot is essentially a form of cancer in Rain World’s universe. In this AU, I’m giving it to Nexus. I might shove like. Another iterator in there with him (Helios/Dark Sun beloved) that he fucking gives cancer to when he dies and the rot takes over his body.

#tsams #tsams au #rainworld #rainworld au #crossover au #tsams rainworld au #tsams rwau #rw au #the sun and moon show #tsbs #laes #lunar and earth show

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