#LEGO robotics kit

[groovykingcat]

The Top 10 Kids' Robotics Kits All Children Will Enjoy

As a parent today, providing a jump-start for your child in the STEM field has never been more crucial. Learning robotics for children has been a great and strong means to trigger curiosity, motivate problem-solving skills, and gain practical expertise in science, technology, engineering, and math. The perfect robotics kits entertain only to an extent—they teach youngsters to invent, code, and engineer. 

Whether you are a parent, educator, or just want to give something educational, this top 10 list of best robotics kits is designed to cater to a range of interests, skill levels, and age ranges. These kits marry learning and fun, making learning robotics engaging and easy. 

1. LEGO Boost Creative Toolbox 

One of the best-selling LEGO robotics kits for young learners, the LEGO Boost combines old-school LEGO construction with easy-to-use coding via a visual app interface. Children can construct 5 multipurpose models, such as a robot called *Vernie*, and animate their creations with block-based coding. 

Age Range: 7–12 years 

Why Kids Love It: Merges LEGO and coding. 

Skills Learned: Fundamental programming, mechanical engineering, robotics learning concepts. 

2. Makeblock mBot Neo 

The mBot Neo is a user-friendly yet powerful robot building kit designed for coding beginners. It supports both block-based and Python coding, making it ideal for progressing as kids grow. It also features AI and IoT functions to deepen the learning experience. 

Age Range: 8–12 years 

Why Kids Love It: Real-life coding and smart features like obstacle avoidance. 

Skills Learned: Programming logic, sensors, robotics for children. 

3. Sphero BOLT 

Sphero BOLT is a ball-shaped robot that children can program through a tablet or smartphone. Its LED matrix and sensors make it extremely interactive, and it's perfect for beginners and advanced young programmers alike. 

Age Range: 8+ years 

Why Kids Love It: It's like programming a rolling, glowing pet robot. 

Skills Learned: JavaScript basics, problem-solving, robotics. 

4. Thames & Kosmos Kids First Coding & Robotics 

This STEM toy is ideal for young beginners not yet ready for computer-based coding. It employs a narrative-style strategy with a charming robot named Cody that children code with physical code cards. 

Age Range: 4–8 years 

Why Kids Love It: Imaginative and screen-free. 

Skills Learned: Sequencing, logic, basic robotics learning principles. 

5. Wonder Workshop Dash Robot 

Dash is a ready-to-assemble robot that children can program with visual coding apps. With sensors, lights, and sounds, Dash provides hours of creative play and **kids' robotics** experiences. 

Age Range: 6–11 years 

Why Kids Love It: Interactive voice commands and unlimited activities. 

Skills Learned: Coding, engineering design, robotics. 

6. LEGO Mindstorms Robot Inventor 

A higher-level LEGO robotics kit, the LEGO Mindstorms Robot Inventor is perfect for children who are ready to delve into more advanced engineering and programming principles. It integrates LEGO building with motors and sensors to produce 5 distinct robotic models. 

Age Range: 10+ years 

Why Kids Love It: Advanced LEGO robots that can walk, talk, and play games. 

Skills Learned: Python and Scratch programming, robotics systems, mechanical engineering. 

7. Botley 2.0 by Learning Resources 

Botley is a screen-free coding toy that teaches basic programming concepts with a remote programmer. The new 2.0 version has additional features such as night vision, dancing, and music. 

Age Range: 5–9 years 

Why Kids Love It: Interactive challenges and screen-free design. 

Skills Learned: Logic, critical thinking, early coding. 

8. Ubtech Jimu Robot Kit – Astrobot Series 

This award-winning robot construction kit allows children to create their own robots and bring them to life with Blockly coding. Equipped with servo motors and LED lights, the Jimu Astrobot brings robots to life. 

Age Range: 8–14 years 

Why Kids Love It: Build awesome robots that move and interact. 

Skills Learned: Engineering, robotics learning, creative design. 

9. Ozobot Evo 

Ozobot Evo is a small robot that children can program with colored markers or an app. It's an excellent introduction to both on-screen and unplugged coding. 

Age Range: 6–12 years 

Why Kids Love It: It can follow color paths and respond to colors. 

Skills Learned: Color-coded logic, creativity, basic programming. 

10. Robobloq Qobo Coding Robot 

For pre-school children only beginning their robotics learning, Qobo is a cute robot snail that teaches beginner logic by doing fun, interactive puzzles. The robot is coded with cards, instructing it to go various directions and into stories. 

Age Range: 3–7 years 

Why Kids Love It: Narrative-based learning through a cute robot. 

Skills Learned: Sequencing, problem-solving, introductory robotics. 

Things to Look For When Picking a Robotics Kit 

When choosing a robotics kit for your child, consider the following few things: 

1. Age Appropriateness 

Choose a kit that is appropriate to your child's age. Younger children appreciate screen-free kits, whereas older children can handle kits that use actual coding languages such as Python or Scratch. 

2. Type of Coding Interface 

Some kits have graphical, drag-and-drop interfaces suited to beginners, but others gradually advance to coding through text input for more complex users. 

3. Reusability and Expandability 

Opt for kits expandable with your child's progress. Kits expandable with optional packs or featuring open-ended challenge types are benefits. 

 4. Educational Value 

A proper STEM toy is one not only of fun but of instruction in notions such as engineering, logic, sequencing, cause-and-effect, etc. 

5. Engagement and Fun 

In the end, the greatest robotics kits are those that get children enthused and hooked. Seek kits that provide artistic freedom, storytelling, or competition-based gameplay. 

Why Robotics Is the Future of Learning 

Robotics is not merely a buzz term—it's the door to 21st-century skills. By way of robotics for kids, kids learn to analyze complicated issues, work in groups, and learn about the digital world they're growing up in. 

From constructing their first robot to coding its movements, children get to feel the excitement of bringing their creations to life. And with the advent of coding toys and robot building kits, learning has never been more fun. 

Advantages of introducing children to robotics at an early age include: 

* Enhancing critical thinking and analytical minds 

* Increased creativity and design thinking 

* An early start in future tech careers 

* Better academic performance in STEM subjects 

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This webinar is full of engaging activities, live robot demonstrations, and knowledge about how robotics can change your child's future. If you're new to the concept or already researching options, this free seminar is a great way to get educated before committing to a kit. 

Here at Guruface, we are of the opinion that every child must have access to tools and inspiration which will help them become the visionaries of tomorrow. With the guidance of professional sessions and live teaching practices, your child shall be initiated to the thrilling process of robotics learning in a congenial and delightful atmosphere. 

Last Words 

The world is changing quickly—and the children who will do well in it are those that know how to think, code, and make things. Putting your money in the appropriate robotics kits and experiences early on can be the foundation of a life filled with wonder and achievement. Ranging from LEGO robotics kits through sophisticated coding toys, there's something in this lineup for any child that wants to invent. 

Don't miss an opportunity to explore whether robotics can work for your child. 

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Let the learning—and the fun—start!

[obseletrix]

GUYS?!?!?!?!!!!!????

[s0ftand0nly]

somebody should get anakin one of those build your own robot lego kits. i think it would fix him

[glazierpops]

The nerd shelf is growing! Welcome newest edition Acid Storm! My first transformers figure and model kit.

Definitely a lot more complicated than I thought but I learned a lot and I’m excited to get more. (R.I.P wallet) Any ideas which model kits I should get next?

Also, does anyone remember Acid Storm? I feel like he must be if he has his own model. ( Yes I know it’s probably just a Riskin color of StarScream but still)

[boxturret]

Mata Nui, The Great Spirit

Hello, how do you feel about painting legoes? I think its fun.

Read on to see the terrible, unethical building process.

Many crimes were committed and I will likely be put to death soon.

Recently I completed quite a large project, painting this huge model kit of the Great Spirit Mata Nui. The kit in question is GiiKei's really impressive build, the instructions of which you can purchase here:

I was quite happy to see they cited my 3d model as reference, along with the original ideas submission. Fun fact: I really liked that ideas submission and made an account just to support it, but something about the proportions never sat right with me, and it was one of the things that motivated me to make that 3d model! So its fun to see it get used in the creation of another model :) And now here I am building it. Full circle.

Now, full disclosure, this is made from third party parts, I did test it on bricklink and it would have easily doubled the price, even before shipping from about half a dozen international stores. I kinda just bought this on impulse, it was pretty cheap and on sale and it was a gamble it would come at all really. But a week ago a nondescript bag came and inside it were sixteen hundred parts of honestly pretty good quality.

I think a couple parts used weren't in their parts catalogue so they had to be 3d printed, but even these were pretty acceptable. Actually in a way some parts were better, because this flame piece was pure red, instead of a mix of red and yellow as all branded parts are.

Some bits had a bit of a tight fit, and I drilled out the middle of the pistons, but I would have done that anyway to accommodate the painting. All in all, really good, was only missing one non essential part.

You can debate the ethics of stuff like this, but either I bought the instructions and paid a company in china X for the parts or I bought the instructions and paid a bunch of unrelated people X*2 for the parts, either way the creator gets the same amount. And I can say I wasn't going to build this off bricklinking parts. For various reasons I'm kinda done with bricklink*.

So after quite a few hour's work I had this lovely fellow. I must say, the design is quite good, its well articulated and has a lot of good build techniques. The head is both the strongest and the weakest part really.

I love the eye assembly, its built to allow for lighting, but it also cleverly includes natural light piping, and the kit comes with 4 sets of eyes, trans red and green for lighting and solid green and pink for display. Even has a little wrench to help swap out the parts.

On top of all of this the mouth is even articulated! So much shoved in such a small package. Unfortunately it does come at a cost, as its incredibly unstable. its a lot of 1 stud wide assemblies held together at odd distances with bars. I think the end result looks good, but its so easy for it to fall apart or get misaligned

Which is why, the instant I finished building this I decided to take it apart again and go at it with a tube of glue.

I glued large parts of this model together. I would happily do it again.

I'm not even going to hide behind any sort of "oh it wasn't real legoes so its fine" excuse, I would have 100% done this with "real" parts. Same with the painting really, I'm sick and tired of hiding behind the excuse that its acrylic so it can wash off, yes, technically, but it would take so much effort and the paints would probably stain some of the parts anyway. If something can benefit from paint or glue I'm not going to hold off just because the parts have a certain company's name on them. They're not sacred.

I can just use mineral spirits to undo everything anyway.

From the moment I saw the original ideas submission I knew: I wanted to paint it.

The GSR is a massive robot that's lain on the bottom of the ocean for millennia, and it reflects that with how dirty and rusty it is, its such an important aspect for me. And personally I quite like painting rust. It seems to be something I end up doing quite a lot.

So basically over the next couple of days I glued everything I felt needed glue, separated the model out in to several chunks, and then began painting.

First I primed it.

Then I did a black wash.

Then I started painting on the rust!

And then I realised I'd made a terrible mistake and redid everything.... Basically I kinda overestimated how much the black wash would fill in the nooks and crannies of the parts, so starting with a light primer base coat meant I was spending an inordinate amount of time trying to fill in all those little gaps and it was taking forever. So I made the correct decision of giving everything a coat of black paint first, and THEN moving on to the rust.

And after that everything went super smooth. Its really important to be open to admitting you made a mistake, and even if it will take more time its for the best to just start over.

For the bits of silver I used a similar technique to how I applied extra streaks of rust to my infected masks. It was a very enjoyable process.

After a quick coat of varnish and a day left to sit everything could go back together!

This guy is massive, around 50cm tall.

The back of the legs is by far the most interesting part of the model.

I especially like these movable pistons.

I did attempt to protect the light piping, and was somewhat successful.

The model is really poseable while at the same time feeling quite stable. Every joint in the legs is doubled. One thing I think is lacking is the ability for it to splay the arms completely out. But I can forgive it since, as I learned when rigging the 3d model, the arm pistons...don't really allow it. And the fact that this model actually has working arm pistons is much more of a positive in my mind.

In any case, you can just remove the pin holding the arms in and do it manually.

You may have noticed my old Mata Nui Island 3d print along with all the parts earlier. Well by some weird coincidence, they kinda match up proportion wise, ie the mouth and eye are roughly at the right places to be under the volcano and bay, respectively.

So that was a happy accident, and now I have a good way of showing how big the GSR is compared to the island.

Its big. And this is the logical size, not the insane 40000000000000 foot number thrown about by some. I have a series of posts about the various sizes of things because I find it interesting.

So in summation, I really couldn't be happier with this. The model design was great, I had a fun time painting it, and now I have a GSR model the size of a small child to display somewhere in my room. I've long been thinking of 3d printing my model, but this has really reduced my need for that. Also with recent duck related developments I've been made aware of how woefully inaccurate my model really is, and have to redo it at some point.

I have reached the maximum number of images per post. I might make a gallery post later. Good night. Have a nice weekend.

*come to bricklink and pay hundreds of dollars for the privilege of getting a smashed mask in the mail. And don't you dare expect a full refund. Not a single part in this kit was damaged and it came in a bag! You can see this guy lying in the background of some shots.

[reynoldsnumber]

Industrial robot person here - uhhhh don’t buy this. It looked like a safety hazard. Good six axis robots aren’t 10k just for the nice servos - you program them with something called a teach pendant that has a dead-man’s switch installed. If you let go of the switch (or grab it too tight) while programming the it’ll trigger an emergent stop and the robot will stop moving.

Also unless aurdino has ladder logic as an option, probably not useful as a way to prep for professional work.

What's the thing that's probably wrong with this very cheap robot arm? I know the good ones start at like $10k so presumably it's something. https://www.amazon.com/LewanSoul-Robotic-Arduino-Software-Tutorial/dp/B074T6DPKX?source=ps-sl-shoppingads-lpcontext&ref_=fplfs&psc=1&smid=A1K1UK7O5KP6WQ&gQT=1

(clickable link) looks like your average cheap servo arm -- lots of pinch points and low weight capacity, but the real problem is the precision, or lack thereof. there's gonna be a lot of slop and backlash, which makes the already tricky project of manipulation basically impossible for anything more difficult than Brightly Colored Foam Cubes. fortunately the natural habitat of this type of arm is, like, "learn to robotics!" school projects where Brightly Colored Foam Cubes are the only kind of object in existence. (but keep in mind that i'm no big city mechanical engineer or anything.)

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I absolutely LOVE the fact that the Hargreeves siblings DID have toys despite what you read in fanfics.

They had big, plastic lego bricks! They had crayons and colors and paints! Klaus has childhood drawing up on his desk! Viktor said he himself had action figures! Five had robot figures and toy vehicles! Luther had paints and plane model kits! Allison's room is the classic teenage girl room with jewellery and quirky pencils and boyband posters!

We never got to see Ben's room and Diego didn't have anything that outstanding beside a dartboard, but it still shows.

They were kids. They had some idea of a childhood. They had the things and got to do the stuff like all the other kids.

But it doesn't take away from the pain or trauma they had suffered.

To being completely stripped of something is one thing. But they knew what children should do, what other people did when they were kids. Because they were allowed to as well!

But all the comfort was never able to shield them. It made for some good memories mixed into the bad ones

[baby-you-you]

12-13 year old boy regressor (who has an emotional support stuffed animal)?

12-13 Y/O Boy-re regressor theme !!!

🧸 activities

Coloring books or activitiy books Watching cartoons or kids’ movies (e.g., Pokémon, LEGO Ninjago) Listening to lullabies or kid-friendly music Building with LEGOs or magnetic tiles Playing with action figures Snuggling your comfort stuffie Playing video games (Minecraft, Roblox, Mario Kart) Storytime Drawing or painting with non-toxic supplies Riding a scooter or bike Tag, hide & Seek.

🧸 clothes

Fuzzy jammies Hoodie & Joggers Onesies/footies Character t-shirts (Sonic, Pokémon, Marvel, etc.) Fun-print socks Overalls or comfy shorts with elastic waist Light-up sneakers or wheelies Slippers shaped like animals or characters

🧸 toys

Your comfort plush! Weighted plushies or blankets Fidget toys (pop-its, squishies, tangles) LEGOs or magnetic building kits Toy cars, tracks, or Hot Wheels Action figures (superheroes, ninjas, robots) Nerf blasters (gentle play) RC cars or simple drones Slime/Kinetic sand Craft kits or DIY science sets

🧸 games

Memory games or matching cards Digital story games Roblox Minecraft Puzzle games (Tangrams, jigsaws) UNO Mario Kart pokemon board games

🧸 foods/drinks

Apple slices Mac-n-cheese Dinosaur nuggets Animal crackers Goldfish juice boxes Yoo-hoo Pudding cups Waffles/pancakes Ice cream / popsicles Fun drinks (Blue raspberry slushies, milkshakes, etc)

🧸 nicknames <3

Lil boy baby boy little guy sweetpea little fella cub bubs bubba buddy Dino champ kiddo

[noiriarti]

The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 4

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, maybe mild degradation. semi-public sex WC: 6.7k AN: sorry this took so long to churn out y'all! i'm currently at a crossroads where i could make this fic end at 5 chapters, or extend to 10 and really cook the plot. please let me know which you'd prefer!! i really love all the responses from every single one of you, and, if you all want to see the crazy shit (and smut) i have planned, i'd love to hear it! until then, enjoy this self-indulgent chapter. requests and asks are open, as always <3

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, [Ch. 4], Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8

Chapter 4: Breaking

Anakin woke up first. Because of course he did. Because of course the universe tortured him with the beauty of your sleeping face, naked in his arms. Last night was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and that counted winning Nationals and his first Lego Robotics kit. The previous night, when you lay down on his chest and said all those sweet things, no anger in you at all, he felt his stomach do a full flip, and he accepted right then that he loved you. Once he let the thought in, it was done. He loved you. And that was pure torture, because he knew he wouldn't do anything about it. The two of you were too delicate, too breakable right now.

He watched your sleeping face in the morning light the way a moth watches the moon, bright and so unattainable, with your peaceful eyes and full lips. Those same lips that sneered at him, that told him how smug and horrible he was. He really didn't know how he could be so stupid as to sleep with you. Anakin knew he was never someone who could keep his feelings and his dick separate. He knew it. But the second that you seemed interested, he offered it so freely, probably because he was already done for at that point. Last night, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel pleasure, to make you shake under him and say his name. And now, he was aware of what he had done to himself. What he had been doing to himself since freshman year.

The thought propelled him to get up, to move around. Anakin never could stay still for long. He closed your bedroom door softly, trying to avoid waking you up after he put his clothes back on, then sat on your couch to have a moment to think. A moment where he couldn't smell your shampoo or feel the skin of your stomach against him. Fuck. He leaned his elbows onto his thighs and put his head in his hands.

What was he going to do? Could he even do anything at this point? If he told you how he felt, that he wanted to be more than just someone you slept with, he genuinely didn't know what you'd say. What was the probability that you had feelings for him? Something other than just carnal, animal desire? He'd been noticing, lately, that you were less likely to snap some rude comment at him. That you were, maybe, just maybe, softening towards him. Maybe he was just deluding himself into reading into the soft touches last night, or the fact that you didn't kick him out. But maybe he wasn't. And maybe you'd be scared away by the suggestion that he had feelings for you, for any one of a million reasons. You were only six months from graduation, or some ex still had your heart, or maybe you just didn't want to be seen with him. There were infinite possibilities, and he didn't know which, if any, would happen if he told you. The uncertainty was killing him.

But the biggest thing stopping him was the competition. It made everything so hard between you, and maybe he would have said something if he didn't have to see you every day for hours until he graduated. If he could just run away if you rejected him to lick his wounds in peace. But, if you said no, he'd have to watch you ignore him, watch your perfect, deft hands build something brilliant.

He felt like an idiot. He had put himself in this position. And he couldn't really afford the time commitment of spending hours a day with a fuckbuddy/girlfriend/whatever this was right now. He hadn't fucked you without thinking about it, it was just that he was weak around you. Sure, he was horny and repressed and hadn't gotten some in a while. That's what hands were for. But, in all honesty, he hadn't been interested, really interested, in anyone since sophomore year. Then you came along, the one person he should hate, always next to him in the lab. As he got to know you better, he felt that lump growing in his chest, the one that meant that he was going to be hurt, inevitably. That much love never ended well.

Oh, fuck, what have I done?

He heard hinges creak, and, for a second, he thought you were up, but it was Ahsoka, heading out for a run based on her joggers and jacket. And he was wearing last night's clothes in your living room in the early hours of the morning. Shit. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, from the timing to his messy hair.

"Hey, Snips." His voice wasn't as confident as he hoped it would be, but Ahsoka took pity on him.

"Hey, Skyguy," she said, sitting down next to him on the couch and wrapping an arm around him. Anakin hesitated for just a moment, before leaning his head onto her shoulder. She was his second-in-command, and she knew things he didn't tell pretty much anyone else. Ahsoka was dependable, if annoying. She was who he imagined his little sister would be in some alternate universe where he had a bigger family. It irritated him to no end that she could read him like a book, especially with the look she was casting him. She knew the slump of his shoulders, the faraway look in his eyes.

"You caught feelings, didn't you?" She said into the silent room. There was a peace, a still serenity to the morning, and he found himself tired of hiding.

"That easy to tell?" He let out a little snort. Of course it was.

"Yeah." For her, at least. She'd seen him cry in pain after a competitor dislocated his shoulder, and she'd seen him go through his breakup with Padme. "Well, why don't you say something?"

"I'm scared that it wouldn't work out, that it would end badly." The confession was quiet, vulnerable. Anakin could practically hear Ahsoka rolling her eyes affectionately.

"You're already enemies. You literally hate each other. How much worse could it get?" There was a smile in her voice, but Anakin was serious.

"So much worse. You don't know--I don't think I could handle silence. Anger, hatred, that's whatever. But silence, not talking, that would kill me. When we're just casual--it's safer. Even if it fucking hurts." He'd never been a guy for casual hookups. He'd never had one before. Anytime he had sex with someone, it had to be emotional for him. Deeply.

"But you already have feelings, so you're going to get hurt if it ends, regardless of what label you put on it. Just… say something, Skyguy." Her arm wrapped around his shoulders squeezed him comfortingly. He nodded, still far away in thought. The possibilities spun around in his mind like debris in a hurricane, smacking him around like a ragdoll. Everything was chaos, and he just wanted to learn more. To know more about how you felt.

"I think I just need more time. To figure out what this is. If there's anything I can do. And I can't let myself get distracted from work," he said. The problem was that, when he got like this, he knew you would be the only thing on his mind, night and day. The only thing that kept him from going insane would be his work, what he was building, but you would always be there when he was working. And that would throw him off his game by a country mile.

"You work too much, Skyguy." Anakin barked out a laugh, a resentful sound.

"Maybe." What was too much? He didn't know the concept.

Every second, every iota of willpower within him was dedicated to getting through college and getting a good job. To making a future. To making money. He swore to himself, when he learned what a bill was and why his mom would cry in her room when the envelopes with the red stamps came to their door, that he would never let her worry about money again. She had done enough of that for a lifetime. Whenever she got him a gift that he knew was expensive, his heart would break. After she bought him the Lego Robotics set, he said he didn't want any gifts for Christmas anymore, only his birthday. Said he didn't want to celebrate consumerism, or some bullshit like that. He used the set until it stopped working. And then he fixed it, and wore it out again. For years, he was angry about how unfair it all was, how the world could punish his mom this way, but all of it boiled off until all that was left was determination, thick like syrup. Then he started the odd jobs, fixing computers for people with small bits of equipment he borrowed from the school robotics team. He worked part-time at the dojo in exchange for lessons, and collected every scrap of prize money he could. He'd slip the twenties he got into his mom's wallet in the middle of the night, his bare feet padding on the tiles, hoping she wouldn't notice.

He only accepted Coruscant University because of the full ride they gave him. If they had offered any less, he would have had to go to Tatooine State University. And now, if he won, $10,000 was enough that he would probably have to make up some excuse for her to accept it, like a thank-you gift for being a good mom. Or maybe he'd invest it and take out small chunks once a month that he could slip into the family bank account, maybe pretend he got a new part-time job. That is, if he won. If.

Whenever he thought about not winning, about what that would mean, he felt a pit open up in his stomach, sucking him up whole. But if he won, a different pit opened up. You'd never forgive him for it. He knew you'd never be able to get over the resentment, the anger at him if he won. You held grudges longer than anyone he'd met before, and this would probably be unforgivable in your book. That was, if he even won.

"When did life get so complicated? If I win, I feel guilty because it'd ruin everything that we're doing. If I don't, I don't even know--I have to win. I can't afford not to. I--I just wanted to make robots." The feelings spilled out of him, letting some pressure off of his heart, but he could feel his eyes prickling. Anakin blinked quickly, getting rid of even the threat of tears. Ahsoka could tell, he knew, but she had the decency not to mention it. The arm around him rubbed his shoulder, saying I know. It's okay.

"It doesn't seem that complicated to me. All you can do is your best with your project, and with… other things. It'll all work out, I promise," Ahsoka said, with such authority in her voice that Anakin believed her.

"Thanks, Snips." He pried himself off of her shoulder, though it was a Herculean task, and threw her a forced smile.

"Oh, and if you tell anyone about this, I'll make you do sprints at practice," he added, and she laughed. Ahsoka pushed off the couch and grabbed her water bottle, then was at the door in a moment.

"I'll see you later, and… I do mean it. Say something," she said as she opened the door and slipped out of it.

That left Anakin alone on your couch, thinking and turning the possibilities over in his mind until he lost his patience and came back into your room. You were still laying in bed, and his heart ached. Anakin came up to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Something you probably wouldn't have let him get away with if you were awake, honestly. You shifted a bit

"Good morning, sleepy. Let's get to work," he said.

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Anakin spent the rest of the day distressingly far from you. First, after you had breakfast together, which made his heart race in an almost embarrassing way, he had to leave immediately for a meeting at the Jinn lab. Then, he had to race to TKD practice, because he was teaching the intro, the intermediate, and the advanced group today, which was definitely evidence that God hated him. He shoved some kind of sandwich from a dining hall down his throat on the shuttle back to the engineering department, where he then sat for four hours working on replicating the results from some test Obi-Wan had run that morning. At some point, he ate two protein bars from his backpack. Anakin was so busy, he almost didn't have time to think or feel, and that soothed him the slightest bit.

Then came the thesis lab, at 10. It was packed to the brim with students. All twelve of your cohort apparently found their way out of the woodwork tonight. He checked the calendar. Seven days until fall semester submission, so that made sense. Most of them probably hadn't even started. Whatever, that just meant less real competition.

When he entered the lab, his eyes found you instantly, the way they always did. You'd saved the workbench across from you for him, a gesture which almost made Anakin pass out. He tried not to read into it as a sign of affection, he really did. He did not succeed. You gave him a little wave and a smile, asked him how his day was, and he went almost dizzy with joy.

By the time an hour passed, he realized that he had done remarkably little. He thought back to that morning, when he was sure having sex with you had been a bad idea precisely because it felt like such a good idea. Anakin decided that he was correct to feel that way, because he couldn't focus on anything right now. You bent over your lab bench to reach something in the back, and he wanted to walk over and sink his fingers into your soft cheeks. Maybe something else. When you lent over your workstation, which was across from his today, and he got a perfect look down your shirt to your perfect bra and tits, he tried to hold back the flashes of how your nipples felt under his fingers and tongue. Each stretch of your lithe neck reminded him of how desperately he wanted to suck a deep red mark right there, then watch you walk around with it.

He really was trying to resist, but he wasn't good at it. Anakin already knew he was weak when it came to you, but this was a whole new level. He was hard, in public, because of you. While he pretended to read an email sagely, a hand crept under his lab bench to palm himself, just to take the edge off. Somewhere around his hip, he remembered Obi-Wan could be watching, either now or years down the line, and his hand retreated to the desk. So much for that idea. But he could deal with a little erection, right?

Wrong. So, so wrong. Because, right in his line of sight, you were trying to unplug a stuck power supply, and you were making these sounds, these grunts and groans, that went straight to his cock. Fuck. Each sound that escaped you sounded almost like your little moans while he ate you out. He could practically still taste you, feel the nub between your legs under his tongue. When you finally got it, you let out a little celebratory yes! which was definitely something he heard last night when you were riding him. The weight of your body on him, the way your tight pussy swallowed his cock whole as he looked into your eyes, the smell of sex in the air.

The image was too much. Anakin's resolve crumbled, and his hand went down all the way until it reached his sensitive head and applied just enough pressure to satisfy the itch. Apparently, that wasn't nearly enough, because his body immediately demanded more more more, greedy and obsessed with what you were doing to him. He had never been this hungry for someone before, like you were the very air he needed to breathe. Since you arrived at the lab, it had been sheer torture. It had gotten him to the point where it might just break him not to fuck you, and soon.

Anakin took a deep, ragged breath, then turned to his project. He inspected what he had done, and he found that he had connected the wrong resistor to the top of the circuit, as well as put the input cable in the wrong place. If he had turned it on, it would short the whole thing. Probably blow out the MPU6050-6 gyroscope and accelerometer chips he had spent hours soldering on yesterday.

Okay. Enough was enough. If his horniness was getting in the way of his work, he had to go take care of it. Nothing could stop him from winning. Anakin muttered out that he was going to the bathroom and rushed off down the stairs to the basement, to one of the private bathrooms.

As soon as the lock clicked behind him, his right hand immediately locked onto his cock through his pants, stroking it as he popped the button with his left. He barely had enough willpower to take his hand off of his cock while he unzipped himself and pulled it out. He was hard, leaking, desperate. He spat in his hand, then pretended it was you stroking him. Slow, languid. Those eyes looking up at him through your lashes, telling him you how badly you wanted him. Fuck it, he thought as he sped up and twisted at the top, just like he imagined you would. He didn't have his cock in your hands or mouth last night, and he was starting to wish he had, if not for the feeling, but to have the mental image stored away. Or maybe an actual image. What if he pulled out a camera while your pussy swallowed his cock whole and wrung the life out of it as you bounced on top of him? Or maybe while you played with yourself for him, fingers shoved within you as you mewled about how badly you wanted him inside you instead?

Anakin nearly came from the image alone. He stopped, just for a second. He wanted to take care of himself quickly, but, when it came to you, he wanted to make it last. Spend time in that space where he meant so much to you. Anakin leaned his body, already sweaty with need, back on the cool metal tiles, his hand on the safety rail. He counted down from 10, just to let his breathing slow and wipe some drops from his forehead, then started fucking his fist again.

Less than five seconds in, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Motherfucker. He pulled it out, just to see, hoping it was you. It was.

Hey, you ok? You've been gone a while

You were worried about him. Fuck. Anakin sped up on his cock. What would you think if you knew he was thinking about you and jerking off? One-handed, he typed out a quick yeah, be back soon, but his phone buzzed again a second later.

If you have some kind of stomach flu and give it to me, I'll smash your bot right now

He breathed out a laugh, but it got caught in his throat as he rubbed his thumb across his frenulum. Anakin almost made a few mistakes as he was typing out his response, but managed to write back.

thanks. but i'm just taking care of something. b back soon

Less than a millisecond later, you sent him a response. How did you type so fast? How would those fast, precise fingers feel wrapped around his shaft?

Does that mean what I think it means?

He sent a quick response without thinking. No, he was not jerking off in the work bathroom because just being near you turned him on beyond belief. Nope.

get your mind out of the gutter, he sent back. But, even if you suspected what he was doing, why would you ask? Maybe you would join him, if he asked. His hand got frenzied at the thought. Twitches jolted his cock. He sent another text.

maybe

Would you want some help with that? Your text flashed up on his screen and hit him like a truck. So you were interested. Maybe you were kinkier than he thought. Maybe he should have asked you to come down here with him, whispering in your ear in the lab so you could follow him, and only him, wherever he wanted so he could fuck you until you couldn't walk.

He typed I bet you'd enjoy helping me. Being on your knees for me, but then deleted it. Scaring you off was the last thing he wanted to do now.

if u want, he sent instead.

You instantly responded. Where are you?

This was happening. It was actually happening. Anakin gripped the base of his cock violently to make sure he didn't cum while he waited. He had to be patient.

basement bathroom, down the hall from the motion capture lab, he typed.

I'll be there in 2 mins, I'll knock 4 times

Those two minutes might just have been the worst two minutes of his life. Waiting, cock in his hand, for you to get there, precum dribbled out of him like a fountain. His cock was already slick with his spit, but it had dried while he waited. Despite the fact that it had been a bit since he last touched himself, he wasn't getting any softer. It was like his body knew you were getting closer, about to touch him. Like it knew you were about to put your soft lips around him.

When the knock on the door came, he did up his pants, unlocked it, and stepped to the side. On the off chance it was someone else, randomly using this exact bathroom.

But it wasn't. It was you, your hair pulled up, away from your face, breathing just a bit heavily from the way you had obviously run down the stairs. You were excited for him, and a thrill shot through him as he realized that he knew you well enough to recognize that.

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In the lab, you had noticed Anakin was off, somehow. That morning, he was so tender to you, helping you up and getting breakfast with you. The way he made you laugh over your off-brand cereal squeezed your heart. When he left, telling you he needed to go to work, you flashed into some future where the two of you were at a run-down kitchen table in some tiny apartment you shared, spending a few precious minutes together before you had to rush off to your jobs in the city. You shook it away.

You spent most of the day working on a thermo problem set in your room, trying desperately to understand how this would ever matter to you. Sometime before lunch, Ahsoka messaged you.

Hey, I forgot my water bottle at home. Can you grab it? I'm at the athletics center xx

You rolled your eyes. Of course you'd bring it. You found it by your little kitchenette area (which was comprised of a definitely-against-the-rules hot plate and microwave), probably discarded last night when Ahsoka was studying. You grabbed it, the metal cool under your fingers, and filled it with water from the Brita in your fridge for good measure. She'd probably forget to fill it during practice if you didn't.

You decided to wear some comfortable slides for your walk to the athletics center, which was only two buildings down from your dorm. The concrete of the imposing building always felt threatening and harsh. The machines were a bit run-down inside, and it wasn't your favorite gym of all time, but they had a pool and volleyball courts, so you found yourself there sometimes for intramural sports, if one of your friends convinced you.

You scanned your ID at the front, and the student attendant gave you a look which questioned why someone wearing sweats and slides, carrying nothing but a water bottle, would show up to the gym at noon on a Sunday. Whatever, you'd be out of here soon. You bounded up the stairs to the second floor, which housed the aerobics room, where Ahsoka told you the team practiced. You saw some of the others--Cody, Vaughn, Rex--in the corner, talking to Ahsoka in their kits. You cracked open the glass door and waved her over. Her bare feet smacked on the wood flooring as she plodded toward you, a bright smile on her face. Once she met you in front of the door, she grabbed the water bottle and guzzled it down until little rivulets slipped past her lips. She was sweaty, and, even though her white and blue braids were tied back, some had fallen out and hung loose around her face.

"Hey! Thank you so much, I was literally dying," she said, winking.

"Yeah, I can see that," you said. Ahsoka let out a little laugh and told you she needed to get back to it, so you were about to turn to leave when you saw a familiar figure.

Anakin. He was in front of a crowd of students, almost all of them wearing black belts, with some smatterings of red belts, as he demonstrated some sort of combination of kicks. You didn't really know that much about taekwondo, even though your roommate was really dedicated to the team, and your whatever-Anakin-was had won about a million championships. You'd never really seen Anakin do anything, though, but you almost had to stop your jaw from physically dropping.

He moved so precisely, so agile and sleek. And then someone took out three boards, thick, wooden things, and he smashed them clean in half with one kick. Details flooded you. The way his standing foot corrected itself to support him, so well-tuned to his body. The furrow of his brow, the beads of sweat collecting on it. The taut muscles in his chest that peeked out from the slightly open vee of the kit. The way his mouth opened in a yell you could hear through the door, an angry, powerful sound that sent shivers down your soul.

You were wrong about him. He wasn't just otherworldly. He was so much more. When he moved like this, you imagined him on a battlefield, cutting through a swath of enemies with those strong limbs like they were nothing. He was ethereal, battle itself come alive, strategic and controlled and precise, but vicious.

Whatever he was showing ended, and the pupils started attempting some mimicry of it. But none of them would ever come close to him, to the way his body moved. You wanted him all to yourself, in that moment, when you realized how incredible he was. You didn't want anyone else to snatch even a fraction of him, of his brilliance. As the jealousy of some imaginary people tugged in your gut, you turned and left. You had work to do, and this was… distracting. Hard to look away from. Hard to stop thinking about. But you could manage it.

Even in the lab that day, when you'd found a bench and saved him a seat, the image of him, snapping out his hand at the wood, didn't leave you. It was like trying not to think of an object, it just kept popping up in the screech of the bandsaw, in the wood flecks that speckled the ground near the drill press. It was everywhere.

It only got worse when Anakin arrived, a few hours later, shooting you glances that made your body simmer. When he sat at his computer and typed, you wondered how you'd never seen that side of him before. How you didn't see that those hands, the ones that had been inside you just hours ago, were so strong. So dangerous. Something stirred within you. That chest that you'd run your hands over held so much power, and the thought of him using it on you, to lift you up and throw you around, made you far wetter than it should. Your clit twinged when you remembered that this very desk was the one he had lifted you up on that first night. Jump. His hands were so strong under your legs, like you weighed nothing. Not that you were tiny or delicate, he was just that strong. You looked across at the table at him. Anakin was precise in the lab, too, his hands twisting the wire in his hands under his fingers just so. Could he grab your clit like that too, and pull and twist? Watch you squirm under him?

Fuck, you had to snap out of it. You caught him looking at you, and he smiled when you made eye contact. Shit, you'd forgotten how cute that smile was when it wasn't full of contempt. It was only turning you on more.

You threw yourself into work, pulling off a horrible plug that wouldn't release no matter what you did, then typing out some words into your running lab log. When you looked up, Anakin was looking at you and breathing heavily, his face suddenly deadly serious. You suddenly felt like his next meal, and the thought made you shiver. After a few seconds, he told you he was going to the bathroom, and asked you to keep an eye on his prints.

The twelve people there had dwindled to six, counting you and Anakin, so you started to wonder if you could get away with going home early once he returned and either fucking him the second you got home, or fucking yourself silly on your vibrator when you got home.

So, when he implied in a text that he was, in fact, jerking off downstairs, you needed to find out where he was. Immediately. His strong hands wrapped around his cock would stay in your fantasies for years. And, you hadn't had him in your mouth yet. And, fuck, you wondered how he would taste, now that he had been teasing himself for so long.

The basement was quiet, empty. You didn't see anyone in the motion capture lab on your way over, so you two would probably be safe. A thrill bubbled through you--fucking in semi-public was something you'd always wanted to try, but no one you'd been with had been willing. You were sure that your panties were more than a little wet at this point, but it wasn't just that you were doing something so daring, it was the fact that you were doing it with Anakin.

The four knocks on the door came quickly, and you heard the tell-tale click of the lock. You opened the door, then found Anakin leaning up against the wall.

"Hey," he said, nonchalantly. That charm was really serving him now, distracting you from the red in his lips and the heave of his chest. You noticed anyway.

"Hey."

"So, uh. I don't have a condom or anything, so we probably shouldn't--y'know," he said, seeming a bit unsure what you wanted to do. His index finger rubbed the metal bar protruding from the wall that he was leaning on.

"Yeah. I was hoping that, um," the words fell short on your tongue. Was there a sexy way to ask this? One that would guarantee he'd say yes?

"What is it?" Anakin was suddenly curious, not ready to accept your pause, or the "I-uh" you uttered as you searched in vein for some innuendo to use.

"C'mon, tell me." His tone had more of an edge to it, one that made you blurt out what you were thinking without a question.

"I was hoping you'd fuck my throat. Hard." You looked up at him, and he was looking at you a bit like he looked at those boards at practice. Like a goal. Like something he wanted, something he'd get. Anakin stalked over to the door and clicked the lock so that no one could get in, then turned to you.

"Get on your knees for me, baby." His voice was so gruff that you did what he said immediately, and dropped onto the hard tile floor. You were on your knees, and all that mattered in that moment was him. His pleasure. "Take it out," he told you, his eyes fixed on you. Your hands came up to his thighs, shaking in anticipation, then ghosted along his hard cock in his jeans. It jumped under your fingers, eager, but you continued up and undid his button. While Anakin stared down at you, you glanced up at his furrowed brow and tightened lips before slowly, teasingly, drawing down his zipper until it showed you his boxers. You hooked a finger under the waistband and drew them down until his cock, hard and heavy, bobbed in front of your hungry mouth.

His head was dark, leaking precum. Anakin had clearly been playing with himself for a long time before this, and you could see some wetness along the shaft, probably spread across his hard cock by his hand. The veins were defined, angry and desperate. One of his hands came up to your jaw, caressing it, then trailed to the back of your head to pull your mouth closer to him.

You reached up and grabbed around the middle of his shaft experimentally, just to test his reaction, and he let out a huff. The skin was so soft and silky under your fingers, and you wondered if the head would be smooth and warm in your mouth. You tested that theory immediately, taking the entire head in your my mouth in one go. You were both too impatient for teasing right now.

"Ahhffuuuck," he groaned as his other hand braces him against the wall. You hummed, but your jaw was open as wide as it could go, so it came out incoherent. Your tongue darted to his slit, lapping up his precum, which was salty and musky, like the rest of him last night. It was Anakin's smell, something masculine and sexy that made you get even wetter. Your tongue started brushing over different parts of his head, feeling the spongy head and the smooth bumps of his frenulum. He really liked it there, it seemed, based on the sharp inhale and small eye roll you saw him give.

You loved his reactions, you loved watching him lose that filter that pretended he didn't want to do horrible, rough things to you. Your head started bobbing as you worked your lips over and over across the rim of his head, letting the whole thing pop out of your lips over and over. Words would probably start pouring out him soon like last night, and the memory of him saying ride me was enough to propel your hand down to where your splayed out thighs met.

"What? Is blowing me in the bathroom turning you on?" There it was. You nodded, his cock still in your mouth. Yes, it was turning you on more than it had any right to. Knowing that someone could be right outside the door while you stuffed him deeper down was everything you wanted. You took more of him in, going as far down as you could, before he hit the back of your throat.

You gagged on him, your body begging for air, but then he used the hand that was behind your head to shove you off him. His fingers wrapped into the hair at the base of your skull and turned you up to face him. He was completely disheveled, the sweet Anakin still there, but a kind of sweet that terrified you, that would ruin you while whispering how good you were in your ear.

"Well, go on. Touch yourself while I fuck your throat, baby," he said, his voice commanding but caring, which only made you wetter. You didn't waste a second, dipping your fingers into your pussy, which was almost shamefully wet. As soon as he saw you sink down on them, he used the subtle opening of your mouth to shove his cock deep down inside your throat, then pulled back and thrust in again, harder. His cock was practically thrumming under your lips, needy and insistent.

The feeling made you speed up your fingers slamming the walls of your pussy, but it wasn't enough. Nothing other than him was ever enough. Desperate for anything to dull the need, you thrust your hips into your palm, grinding against it while your fingers were still buried inside you. The extra friction made you whine around him and squeeze your eyes shut as he worked you back and forth. Suddenly, his hand in your hair wrenched you off his cock.

"Eyes open, beautiful. Look at me," Anakin growled. You instantly opened them, staring up at him. He was wrecked for you. His open mouth huffed out hot, ragged breaths, and, under your fingers, his thighs were clenched so hard you thought they'd give out. As soon as he saw your eyes on his, he lowered you back onto his dick, this time even more frenzied when he saw the devoted look you were casting him and your cheeks hollowed out. You were doing your best to suck the life out of him, and it was working. Quiet grunts started ripping out of his chest every time your tongue passed the bottom of the head of his dick.

"Ffffuck yeah, suck my cock--You like when I pull your hair hard like that? Like it when I use you?" The words were unfiltered, wild. You nodded as best you could, but his brutal pace moving your head was too much, so you tried to say yes, please, I love this so fucking much, but it came out as a series of incoherent noises around his length. Anakin smirked, ravenous, when he heard your desperate cries, but quickly had to squeeze his eyes shut and let his mouth drop open in pleasure. You loved seeing him come apart like this, just because of you. Because of your mouth. He recovered quickly, and words, dirty things, started pouring out of him.

"Yeah, I know you do. Can you feel how much I wanted to bend you over that fuckin' table in the lab? How much I wanted to--shit--slide my fingers inside you and watch you fuck yourself on them?" You whimpered around him, his words going to your head. Your pussy was on fire, heat spreading to every part of your body. He sped up, and you could feel his head smacking the soft flesh at the back of your throat. Your lips ached, your knees ached, your pussy ached, but you would do anything for him at that moment. And he knew it. He cursed under his breath. "Fuuuck, you're so fucking good at this--just like that, baby." It only took a few more seconds before you felt his thighs seize, his balls tightening and his cock starting to jerk and twitch in your mouth. You tongue was so tired, and you weren't sure breathing was even something you remembered how to do anymore.

"Gonna--fuck-- gonna cum. Gonna paint your fucking throat," he groaned, letting noises fall from his lips as you saw it finally overtake him. You were so far gone that you could barely feel your wrist from the amount you were moving it. You could barely feel anything except his cock tensing up inside your mouth. His orgasm burned through him like a wildfire, and, based on the loud gasp that ripped from his chest as the first shot of cum hit the back of your throat, he was losing himself in it. It was bitter, so salty, but you barely tasted it as it slid straight down your tongue. The next spurt hit you, and his hips thrust sharply into your wet, hot throat, but the cum stayed on your tongue this time. It was thick and tasted like a more intense version of his precum painting your mouth. Anakin rode out his orgasm, still buried inside you, then gently pulled his cock out and let go of your burning scalp.

You looked up at him with the best doe eyes you could, then stuck your cum-covered tongue out for him to see. His eyes were half-lidded, but curious. You wanted to badly to make him desperate for you again, to make him need you the way you needed him. Then you took it back in, and made a show of swallowing all his cum.

He groaned, giving you a fuck, baby as he recovered from both the image and his orgasm, and you registered, somewhere far away in your mind, that it was the first time he had called you that outside of sex, and that you wanted to hear it more.

His warm hand trailed your jaw, a bit tentative, holding you like you might shatter in that moment. And, you were. You were shattered, horny beyond belief and desperate to be taken care of. Every joint and part of your body ached, but nothing mattered other than having him inside you as soon as possible.

"Please, Anakin, I--I. I need to be fucked--I need you inside me, please," you begged, still on your knees for him. Anakin offered you a hand up, then helped you get off your sore joints. For a moment, you wondered if he'd leave you alone with your dripping, aching pussy, as some revenge for something. For some sin you'd committed years ago. But then he spoke, his deep blue eyes boring into yours with a heady mix of sincerity, sweetness, and something else. Something deeper.

"I'll take care of you, don't worry. But, first, you're gonna go upstairs and tell everyone you're going home, but you'll wait for me by the entrance. Then, when we get back, I'm going to fuck you on my bed until you can't walk straight."

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Acerby Type D Review

So I got the new Acerby and wanted to share some of my thoughts on her.

For anyone not familiar with these little robots. This is from Bandai’s 30 minute missions line of model kits. They're basically the Gunpla version of Legos. Super easy to build, super customizable, and super compatible with Bandai’s other 30 minute line of kits as well as a lot of High-Grade Gundam kits. A good starting point imo for anyone looking to get into the hobby.

And I love her. Like I might be biased but this kit does everything the normal Acerbys do but better. I love the design of this kit. The orange black and white are a super nice combo that blends really well with the Motorcycle helmet design. The brighter colors and Sleeker armor make her stand out more as a combat-oriented kit compared to her sisters

One of the biggest highlights of this kit for me is its beam sword and scabbard. As much as I love beam/energy weapons in model kits, I love effective weapon storage even more. The scabbard for this kit allows you to store both the hilt and the blade on the figure. No need for a storage box for the beam part if you do not want to display the figure with it. She also comes with a lot more than I thought she would. She comes with a new runner for the Type D armor and foot design, and if you like the older heel design from the other Acerbys she comes with a pair of those. The addition of the classic Acerby rifle and beam knife is a huge plus too.

Like any of the modern 30mm kit, she can pose amazingly, Especially after the upgraded foot design allows it to hold its pose far better than its sisters. She is still a bit top-heavy given the head design but it is far less of an issue compared to the type A-C kits.

And one of the things I think this kit does amazingly is working well with the face plates from the 30 minute sister line. The Acerby were designed with max compatibility in mind for these kits and I think Type D does it the best. The biker helmet of type D looks a lot better with an anime girl face than the others. A 30MS face gives more of a mega man vibe with Type A-C and it's not really my thing. So I think the bike helmet adds a lot more cohesion to the overall look

Well, thank you for joining me on this little review of mine. I am a huge fan of these things and wanted to share the love with other people. If you're looking to get into Model kits and not a big fan of Gundam I would highly recommend any one of these funky little robot girls. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy it. I might do more of these in the future.

[calmestprincess]

MLP Mood Boards!

Hello!!! Long time, no see!! I've honestly been struggling with posting on here, mainly because of the lack of time I have irl and because I run out of ideas easily, but I had one that worked out at least and figured I'd share some cute MLP moodboards that I made with you guys!! I'll also include some headcanons on what I think the mane six would like if they regressed :) I hope you enjoy!!

1. Twilight Sparkle ✨

Favorite Books: ISpy, Madeline, Harold and the Purple Crayon, Corduroy, Maisy, The Magic Treehouse

Favorite Toys: Lite Brite, Waterfuls, LPS, Fantasy Fillies, A Calculator, Girl Tech Password Journal, Fisher Price Sets, Liquipen, 20Q, Rubik's Cube

Favorite Games: Monopoly, Clue, Cranium, Trivial Pursuit

Favorite Shows: Max & Ruby, Arthur, Sesame Street, Franklin, Blue's Clues, 64 Zoo Lane, Word World, Sailor Moon

Favorite Movies: Beauty and the Beast, Anastasia, Meet The Robinsons, All of the animated Barbie movies

Favorite Websites: Neopets, Wizard 101

Favorite Snacks: Kid Cuisine Pudding, Rice Krispie Treats, Ritz Bits, Smarties, Swiss Rolls, Cantaloupe

Favorite Drinks: Hi-C, Ginger Ale

2. Rainbow Dash 🌈

Favorite Books: A Bad Case Of Stripes, The Rainbow Fish, The Cat In The Hat, Where The Wild Things Are, Little Critter, Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

Favorite Toys: Rainbow Humming Top Spinner, Diving toys, Light Up Wands, Zhu Zhu Pets, Sticky Hands, Rubber Bouncy Balls, Slinky, Hot Wheels, Legos, Heelys

Favorite Games: Sorry!, Mouse Trap, Battleship, Checkers

Favorite Shows: Teen Titans, Adventure Time, Kids Next Door, Powerpuff Girls, The Backyardigans, American Dragon, Kim Possible, Garfield. Samurai Jack

Favorite Movies: Cars, Spy Kids, Sharkboy and Lavagirl, The Emperor's New Groove, Mulan, Brave, Wreck-It Ralph, Robots, Up, The Incredibles, Spider Man: Into The Spiderverse

Favorite Website: Club Penguin, Cool Math Games

Favorite Snacks: Scooby Doo Gummies, Trix, Lucky Charms, Gushers, Fruit Rollups, Fruit By The Foot, Cosmic Brownies, Push Pops, Airhead Extremes, Skittles, Watermelon

Favorite Drinks: Fanta, Sprite

3. Pinkie Pie 🧁

Favorite Books: Pinkalicious, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, Olivia, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Green Eggs And Ham, The Poky Little Puppy, Madlibs

Favorite Toys: Silly Bandz, Polly Pockets, Easy Bake Oven, Slime, Magic 8 Ball, Furby, Squinkies, Play-Doh, Doodle Bear, Beanie Babies, Roller Skates, Lalaloopsies, Bloonies

Favorite Games: Candy Land, Elefun, Hungry Hungry Hippos

Favorite Shows: Curious George, Wow Wow Wubzy, Martha Speaks, Spongebob, Total Drama Island, The Muppet Show, Peppa Pig

Favorite Movies: Encanto, Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs, Inside Out, Tangled, Winnie The Pooh, Despicable Me, Madagascar, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (2005)

Favorite Websites: Toon Town, Fun Brain

Favorite Snacks: Laffy Taffy, Cupcakes, Fun Dip, Strawberry Poptarts, Hubba Bubba, Snack Packs, Zebra Cakes, Rock Candy, Pixy Stix, Cakepops, Eggos, Pocky, Uncrustables, Lunchables Chocolate Pizza, Dragonfruit

Favorite Drinks: Pink Lemonade, Kool-Aid

4. Rarity 💎

Favorite Books: Fancy Nancy, Angelina Ballerina, Amelia Bedelia, Eloise, The Baby-Sitters Club, Guess How Much I Love You, Dork Diaries

Favorite Toys: Makeup Kits, Jewelry Kits, Crystal Growing Lab Kits, Loop Loom Bracelets, Disney Princess Dolls, Barbies, Bratz, American Girl Dolls, Pixel Chix, Lisa Frank Notebooks, Sticker Books, Nail Polish, Etch-A-Sketch,

Favorite Games: Guess Who, Operation

Favorite Shows: Minnie's Bow-Toons, Monster High, Ever After High, Winx Club, 6teen, Braceface, Lizzie McGuire, Hannah Montana

Favorite Movies: Cinderella, The Last Unicorn, Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin, Frozen, All of the Bratz movies, The Princess Diaries, The Cheetah Girls, The Aristocats

Favorite Websites: Girls Go Games, Pixie Hollow

Favorite Snacks: Candy Necklaces, Toaster Strudels, Marshmallows, Girl Scout Cookies, Ring Pops, Pop Rocks, Nerds Rope, Dum Dums, Uncrustables, Grapes

Favorite Drinks: Sparkling Water, Arnold Palmer

5. Apple Jac 🍎

Favorite Books: The Giving Tree, Charlotte's Web, Frog and Toad, Richard Scarry Series, The Berenstain Bears, Each Peach Pear Plum

Favorite Toys: See N' Say, Gumby, Cards, Marbles, Strawberry Shortcake House, Fischer Price 1969 Play Family, Cabbage Patch Kids, Jacks

Favorite Games: The Game Of Life, Hi Ho Cherry-O, Apples To Apples, Chess

Favorite Shows: The Smurfs, Strawberry Shortcake, Courage The Cowardly Dog, Animaniacs, The Simpsons, The Wild Thornberries

Favorite Movies: The Princess And The Frog, Monsters Inc, Rango, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Lilo & Stitch, Robin Hood, A Goofy Movie

Favorite Websites: Poptropica, Star Stable

Favorite Snacks: AJ Cereal, Apples, Necco, Cow Tails, Oatmeal Creme Pie, Cracker Jacks, Raisins, McDonalds Apple Pie, Twinkies, BBQ Chips

Favorite Drinks: Apple Juice, Rootbeer

6. Fluttershy 🦋

Favorite Books: Ferdinand, Goodnight Moon, The Lorax, Pete The Cat, Knuffle Bunny, Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See, The Mitten

Favorite Toys: Schleich Animals, Pillow Pets, Care Bears, Pound Puppies, Furreal Friends, Tamagotchi, Hatchimals

Favorite Games: Let's Go Fishin', Pictureka, Hedbanz, Uno

Favorite Shows: Wonderpets, Bear In The Big Blue House, Dragon Tales, Octonauts, Zaboomafoo, Little Bear, Bluey

Favorite Movies: Thumbelina, Howl's Moving Castle, Ponyo, Spirited Away, The Iron Giant, Alice In Wonderland, Lady and the Tramp, Oliver & Company, Bambi, Dumbo

Favorite Websites: Webkinz, Animal Jam

Favorite Snacks: Dunkaroos, Frosted Animal Crackers, Baby Bottle Pops, Hi-Chews, Banana Bread, Kiwi, Dinosaur Egg Oatmeal

Favorite Drinks: Caprisuns, Strawberry Banana Smoothies

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Thanks for reading!!

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[virtualgirladvance]

Hey lan How does one get into gunpla cause I've been kinda curious to give it a go sometime having seen your models

Get yourself an entry grade kit if you want to just have a peek and not need tools or high grade kit and a basic tool set(or your own clippers, tweezers, pen knife and files)

If you like Lego, robots, cutting little things and putting stickers on stuff you'll have a blast.

Tagging the mighty gunpla catzard @athena-gunpla in case I forgot something

[dollarstore-kins]

❤️💚 Eddsworld Tord Care Kit For Our Mod Shade! 💚❤️

robot building kit ✧ lego space robot kit ✧ weighted revolver spinner ✧ edc fidget toy mini gun ✧ skorpion shot dart gun ✧ strawberry scented devil squish ✧ watchover string doll devil ✧ bacon jerky ✧ cozmo robot toy ✧ attachable devil horns ✧ skull chewlery ✧ robot chewlery ✧ devil bubble stuffed friend ✧ bubble machine gun ✧ fat tabby cat plush ✧ jumbo pusheen plush ✧ green weighted blanket ✧ weighted unicorn plush ✧ weighted red hoodie ✧ dammit doll ✧ what zit ✧ devil squishmallow ✧ realistic toy nerf gun

-mod calamity ｡：ﾟﾟ(´ ∀｀)･｡

[burnwater13]

Grogu standing behind the completed LEGO Robot World roller coaster kit build. Mini-fig Grogu, Mando, and Seb Ta'low are taking the first ride of the coaster as others look on. A Zander mini-fig is in the power suit. Image by Me.

Too Much to Ask…

Grogu was still celebrating and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. He’d finished building his kit, had used the ‘power suit’ to get himself snacks during the build, and had actually talked his dad into taking him to Enarc where they had a huge park that was filled with all manner of rides, food stalls, markets, and other entertainments. He was kind of surprised that his dad had agreed so readily, but then Grogu wasn’t the sort of person to look a gift bantha in the mouth. Whatever his dad’s reasons for being so agreeable Grogu was just going to take it at face value. Sometimes fun was the answer to the question.

He’d finished dancing around the cabin. When his dad suggested that they get some food in Nevarro City so he didn’t have to put up with ration packs, Grogu danced at that news as well. Then, when the High Magistrate and some other fine citizens of Nevarro complimented him on skills at building (Grogu had shown them vids of his finished projects), Grogu danced some more because he was so pleased. 

At the cantina, a three piece band was playing the greatest hits from Old Republic and since Grogu knew them all, he hummed and sang along (sort of - he used Ylani, not Gal Basic because it was much easier for him). His dad hadn’t scolded him even once to sit still, or quiet down, or save his energy. Din Djarin just seemed happy that Grogu was happy. That was pretty nice. Grogu hadn’t realized until right then and there that happiness could be contagious. He was used to crabbiness being contagious, but he supposed it just made sense that some of the finer emotions could be that way as well. 

After they had their meal, they stopped by ‘All and Sundry’ store and Grogu didn’t even mind that his dad was shopping for armor polish. Somehow that happiness he felt over the trip to Enarc cast a light upon other subjects and made them far sweeter. Of course a Mandalorian needed to keep their armor in good repair and looking as professional as possible. It was part of their mystique and no doubt, underlined in the Creed, just like ‘Wear your helmet’ was. When viewed through that lens it was far less annoying to him and that made him happy and he noticed when they finally left the store that his dad was still happy too. That was great! 

When they made their way back to the cabin Grogu was pleasantly tired. He did his night time chores. Cleaned up his work area. Gave his dad a Mandalorian kiss, or bonk on the head (lightly, always lightly), and went to his room to sleep. It had been such a great day, full of accomplishments, kindness, fun, and understanding, he felt he’d lived as good a day as it was possible to live. What a great thought to fall asleep to.

When Nevarro’s star rose above the horizon Grogu was up and ready to take on the day. Sure it was dawn, a time he was rarely up and only involuntarily, but right now, all the good feelings from the prior day were still coloring his perspective and instead of thinking of the sleep he’d missed, he only considered the fun he could have.

He decided to do a little early morning exercise and managed to do his whole routine without tripping, being distracted by the frogs peeping, or being annoyed with his dad for taking so much time in the privy. After such a successful workout Grogu actually wanted to use the fresher and make sure he smelled as good as he felt. Apparently his dad felt the same way because Grogu could smell something emanating from the privy and it was not any smell he normally associated with that room. 

When Din Djarin came out finally, it was clear to Grogu that his dad was wearing some sort of scent. It definitely wasn’t the new armor polish. Even the Mandalorian’s feet smelled nice and that was a chance of pace that made Grogu very happy. He spent a good deal of his time at very close to same level as those feet and the boots they were so often encased in and he could assure anyone who asked that armor polish could not overcome that odor.

“Hey Buddy, good to see you up already. Don’t take too long in the privy. I’m going to make us some breakfast and then we’re going to head out. We don’t want to be late.”

Grogu had shrugged at his dad and stepped into the privy, letting the door close behind him. He wished almost instantly that he’d propped the door open. The smell that lingered on his dad was in full force in the small room. The usually only happened when one or the other of them ate food that didn’t agree with their digestive systems and if Grogu thought about that for a moment, that had never happened to the extent that this much odorant needed to added to the room to cover up for the biology of humans and Grogus. 

But still, Grogu was happy that his dad was happy and they would be going on a fun adventure and it had nothing to do with Imp remnants, bounties, or handling things for the New Republic that they didn’t want to handle for themselves. It was just about fun and enjoying each other’s company and Grogu was really happy about that. 

When he finished his own routine for cleaning himself up, he made sure that the air exhaust system was turned on full power to get rid of the smell of whatever the Mandalorian had bathed himself in. It was making Grogu’s eyes water a bit and he didn’t that would make the trip in the N-1 better. Bad enough that his dad was still likely to smell that way for the whole trip, but then the N-1 had a very sophisticated comfort management system (even though it didn’t have a proper privy) and he doubted that the odor would last the full length of their trip.

When he trotted out to the main room his dad already had breakfast on the table. Wow. That was unusual. Din Djarin must really have wanted to get underway. Had he suddenly realized that parks like the one they were heading to were fun and that even Mandalorian Bounty Hunters were allowed to have fun whenever they wanted? Hmmm. Maybe. 

“Okay, Buddy. Let’s eat up. An old friend of mine is on Enarc. I don’t know how long she’ll be there, but she said she’d stay there as long as she could. I really think you’ll like her.”

What? Din Djarin did all this just to go meet an old friend? Not because he and Grogu needed time to just have fun and do fun things together after all that work on Zoh? Uff. That didn’t seem fair. 

Grogu chirped a question to his dad. He wanted to understand exactly what he was getting himself into with meeting this old friend.

“Can she cook? No. She’s pretty bad at that. She does make a great cup of caf.”

A great cup of caf? Din Djarin wouldn’t even let Grogu drink caf! Grogu felt the fun and happiness and contentment just draining right out of him, like he had a leak in his equilibrium system. Dank Farrik! 

Grogu reached out with one hand and he was holding his mini-fig power suit with the tiny version of Zander in it. He’d need to use it to figure out just what was up with his dad and this ‘old friend’ of his. The least the Mandalorian could have done was have an ‘old friend’ who could cook. Was that too much to ask?

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober Day 15 - Childhood Trauma

title: should i then presume?

fandom: hermitcraft smp

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Cub has always worked quietly. Even as a kid—he’d always been the sort to hide in his room and work for hours, tinkering away at a redstone kit or reading or building with Legos. He found that in that quiet, he could get all sorts of things done.

He’s never liked being loud. It was always his parents that were loud, growing up. When he was loud, he was in trouble.

So he stays quiet. He stays quiet and works on his projects, and he ducks away from praise and just works.

It’s . . . when Scar decides to be his friend, it’s weird.

Cub’s had friends. Here and there in school, people who invited him to sit with them at lunch, robotics club members who told him about their weekends. Not much in the way of friends at college. Then, after joining Hermitcraft, he began to think of the Hermits as friends. Technically, Scar had been his friend before he decided to, just by nature of being a Hermit.

Scar doesn’t leave him when the work for the day is over, though, like most friends. He wants to spend extra time with Cub, he has questions and stories, he invites him places and seems to enjoy hanging out.

Cub can’t figure out why. He doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though.

Nobody has ever sought out his company. He thinks, at first, that Scar must be a loner like him, but when they hang out with other Hermits, Scar’s the life of the party. He gets along with every other Hermit, full of jokes and laughing, loud and attention-attracting.

It makes Cub nervous. He doesn’t say that to Scar, of course—he’d always been jealous of the people who felt comfortable enough to express themselves like that, and he would never want to make Scar feel less so. Just because being loud scares Cub doesn’t mean he needs to demand that everyone else conforms to that.

It still catches him off-guard, of course, but he can get used to it. Doc has sung far too many overly loud drinking songs for him to jump at someone shouting.

Which is good, because Scar shouts all the time. When he’s surprised, or scared, or excited, or trying to talk over someone, or all the moments in between. It takes some getting used to. So when Scar bursts into loud speech, one day, staring at Cub’s simple machine, Cub carefully doesn’t jump.

“Cub, how do you come up with these things?”

Cub’s shoulders shoot up to his ears. Usually when he’s asked that kind of question, it’s with exasperation. It isn’t even anything that unique or odd, all he’s built is a redstone counter, so there’s no reason for Scar to be upset.

“I could never!” Scar continues, and Cub forces himself to relax. It’s just Scar laying the charm on overly thick. “I can’t even think straight when it comes to redstone! But you make it look so easy!”

Oh.

“Well, yeah,” Cub says awkwardly. He isn’t sure how to respond.

Scar turns a smile toward him, excited and bright. “Really, it’s incredible! Cub, we make an excellent partnership.”

Cub shrugs off the compliment, turning away. “Yeah.”

But he doesn’t forget it.

He carries that little compliment with him; he remembers that Scar is generous with compliments. The next time he constructs something of redstone, he makes sure to show Scar, shoulders tense and body bracing for the derision that doesn’t come. Scar compliments him again, even more extravagantly, and Cub almost drowns in the intense feeling of being recognized.

It becomes a pattern. Accidentally. Cub doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it until pretty far along—he’s even started creating with a little bit of anxiety, hoping that this next machine will be up to Scar’s standards.

The praise feels good (because of course, Scar always praises him). But Cub does miss how it used to be—how he used to just make things for himself, and himself only. He misses knowing that there wouldn’t be any response. The feeling of empty satisfaction had sustained him for years, and it was so much easier to deal with than the overly-warm stress he experiences now.

When he was really little, he would try to show his parents his work all the time—only for them to pick it apart and point out all the ways it wasn’t perfect. He’d stopped, eventually. When it became too painful. He’d stopped, and he’d kept it to himself.

The only person to see and judge his work. If something wasn’t exactly the way he wanted it to be, that was fine. He could try again a different day, no harm done. There was no pressure to perform.

Now though, every time he shows Scar something, he can feel his own eyes scanning the project, seeing all its imperfections and the countless ways it could be better.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work that well,” Cub says, deflecting whatever nice thing Scar had said.

“Eh, it isn’t pretty.”

“It could be better, though.”

“I should’ve upped the tick.”

“I should’ve added more hoppers.”

“I’m not a builder, it isn’t good.”

“It isn’t easy enough.”

“It isn’t good enough yet.”

Scar never says anything to these comments, and Cub grows certain that it’s because he silently agrees. He’s just too polite to say anything.

He still shows them to Scar. Every time. Waiting, just waiting for Scar to tell him exactly what he can fix. Begging for criticism without making a noise, wincing at the compliments and dreading the moment that Scar becomes harsh, pointing out every measure of Cub’s inadequacy.

Scar never says anything bad. In fact, he says nicer and nicer things, and Cub feels his heart close off more and more.

He needs to go back to his room. His tiny bedroom in his childhood home, where he could build with Legos on the threadbare carpet and ignore the yelling of his parents downstairs. The time when he could build whatever he wanted and know that it was just for him, and he could destroy it and build something else if he didn’t like it without any expectations.

He wishes Scar would just tell him the truth. If he would do that, then Cub could feel justified in never showing him a thing again. Never showing anyone anything.

It never happens, and then they don’t work together in Season Seven, and Cub goes back to being alone.

Like he wanted.

Right?

But. . . .

Now that he’s finally free of it, there’s a hole in his heart that used to be over-full with Scar’s compliments. It was so warm, too warm and he couldn’t stand it, but now that it isn’t there, he just feels cold.

He’s felt that way his whole life, but it’s different now, because he’s had the warmth and he wants it back, in some odd way. The coldness aches in his chest, the frost burning worse than the warmth ever had, which doesn’t make sense because he knows the cold. He always has.

It would be easier if he could make up his mind about what he wants.

It would be easier if Scar would just let him down.

That doesn’t happen, because Scar doesn’t visit his pyramid base. Nobody really does; Cub implies that he’s busy and that he’d rather not let anyone see what he’s working on, so nobody comes by to visit.

He tinkers away, day after day, creating game after game and design after design, his alone time where he makes imperfections and sets them next to the last one.

He isn’t lonely.

This is how it’s always been.

He just misses having Scar at his side, sometimes. They’d spent two seasons inseparable, so it’s weird to be here by himself with Scar out working on other not-Cub-related projects. Cub doesn’t mind. It makes things easier, because it means that Scar will never have to say anything bad about Cub’s flawed games and redstone mechanisms, about his boring pyramids, about anything, and he can destroy them like he always has.

Until Scar shows up one day.

He wants a tour, because of course he wants a tour, so Cub shows him around his base and then his arcade, dusty and untouched by anyone but the creator.

He alternates between pointing Scar toward his greatest works and his most-flawed. He can’t decide which he wants destroyed the most.

Scar, of course, has nothing bad to say. He spends the tour in awe, his monocle repeatedly falling out by how wide his eyes go. He looks all around himself and whistles and says “Cub, how have you not shown anyone all this? It’s incredible!”

He shows Scar the ugliest parts of his redstone and Scar doesn’t even comment on the mismatched materials. He shows the parts closest to his heart, more vulnerable than tearing out his own soul, and Scar gasps and tells Cub that it’s all wonderful and that he’s a top-notch builder and even takes notes. He takes notes on building, as if he, Scar, needs them, and that might be what pushes tears to Cub’s eyes.

“It’s not perfect,” Cub says almost desperately. “It’s not that good, even.”

Scar waves him off. “Nothing’s perfect, that’s just life! But it’s really impressive—can I try playing the games?”

Cub swallows around the lump in his throat. “Nobody’s played them before,” he warns, clicking on one of the arcade games. “Just me.”

Scar tilts his head, confusion painting his features. “Why? They look fun—is it okay if I play?”

The breath feels like it vanishes from his chest, but Cub nods. “Y-yeah. You can play. They’re just not very good. That’s . . . that’s why nobody’s played them.”

Scar sighs, and Cub cringes away, pretending to focus on the redstone of the game.

“Cub, you know I won’t care.”

“Yeah, but why?” Cub bursts out before he can stop himself. It’s too loud, he’s never raised his voice like that—immediately, he stands up straight, panic flooding his veins. “Sorry, forget it. Just—just, you can play it.”

Scar stares at him. Something flits across his face; what, Cub doesn’t know.

“Do you want a hug?” Scar says softly, uncertainly, and he half-raises his arms.

Scar hugs are an experience. Scar has the odd talent of creating the most comfortable-yet-uncomfortable hug, a combination of pure love and bony arms, cozy warmth and Scar’s chin digging into Cub’s shoulder.

Cub’s never minded, though, and he hasn’t had a hug from anyone in a while, so he acquiesces, leaning into the invitation, into the warmth.

Scar’s breath against Cub’s neck makes him shudder, but his hands are rubbing soothing circles on Cub’s back and—

And one of those tears slips free.

Scar makes a small noise of concern when Cub sniffs, trying to force the tears back into his eyes. “Oh, Cub. It’s okay. What happened?”

Cub doesn’t know how to explain that nothing happened. Nothing happened, but the stress of waiting for someone to notice everything wrong with him and pick it apart under a microscope has started to get to him.

“Just—just be honest,” he says, because it’s all he can stand. “Do you—my things suck.” “Hey, now—”

“Why won’t you tell me that they suck?”

Scar sounds confused. “Because . . . they don’t suck?”

That would have been everything that he wanted to hear in the past, back when Cub believed that Scar might have been telling the truth, but now he’s just tired and too high-strung to keep up the act.

“Be honest,” he chides.

“Do you want me to tell you that they’re bad?”

“Yes,” Cub says, not quite sure why he’s admitting it. “Just say it. I know you’re thinking it, just say it.”

The hum that Scar makes in his throat vibrates unpleasantly against Cub’s shoulder. “I’m not thinking it. Cub, I love the things you do!”

“But they aren’t—” Cub lets out a deep breath, squeezes Scar a little tighter. “I’m not Etho. My redstone is nothing compared to him, or Doc. I can’t build like you and Grian. I keep trying, but I—I can’t. It isn’t good enough.” “It is good enough. You aren’t Etho, or Doc, or Grian. You’re Cub.” Scar punctuates his name with a tap on his back, then continues rubbing circles. “You’re Cub, and that’s why what you do is good. Because you made it. That’s all that matters.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Scar sighs again. “It should be,” he says determinedly. “I don’t know who told you otherwise, but I love what you do because you’re my friend, and you made it, and that makes me happy. Okay?”

It isn’t.

It isn’t okay.

But Cub’s too tired to get into that right now.

Instead, he nods, lets out a breath.

Scar doesn’t let go for a long time, and Cub doesn’t try to pull away.

[cutiecorner]

Do you have any regressor head cannons about Tim?

(tnba tim is the one i'm familiar with! Also cg Bruce)

☆ Littlest guy in the world award. He regresses to about 2-5

☆ He looooves toys!! Toys toys toys. Bruce buys him one million of them.

☆ He especially loves blocks and legos. And little trinket building kits! He has a little programming robot toy that he named "Red"

☆He likes to hang on Bruce. Piggyback rides, hanging on his arm, koala gripping his leg, its just fun for him

☆ Wants to be robin while regressed so much. Let him on the streets Bruce!!! Bruce will not but he's happy to play pretend with him.