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devastator1775 · 5 months ago

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Love blooming in new light - Chapter 1: That spark in our first meeting

ALSO FOUND ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

Summary: [NIX DOORMAN AU] Life is pretty simple for Nix Doorman: Get up in the morning, greet her parents, go to school, enjoy the day with her friends, go back home, repeat. She likes it that way. Sure, it's not the most exiting life, but there's comfort in the familiar routines. Until one day, she saves a new student from being targeted by bullies. Who is she? Where did she come from? What's her story? And why does she makes Nix's core flutter like that?

“We’re going to ace that presentation next week. We’ve gotten a great start on the work already.” Nix happily announced as she locked the door of the spare classroom. She was working with group of her classmates to make a presentation about an assigned subject, and she had managed to convince their teacher to lend them the keys to a classroom - that wasn’t used due to prank-related damages – so they could work in peace. It was easy for Nix to convince the teacher. After all, Nix was a good student, had proven herself to be reliable and trustworthy and – generally – kept herself out of trouble.

It also helped that their teacher Lizzy Casio was her honorary auntie.

“Well, with you taking the lead, we certainly will.” A green-eyes Drone by the name of Eugene stated. He turned to his friend. “Eh, Polly?”

“More than if you’d take the reins, slacker.” The blue-eyed Drone girl joked with a giggle, getting a playful shove back in return.

Nix blushed, tucking a strand of her silver hair, like she’d tuck it behind her non-existent ear. “C’mon guys, I’m no-”

“Take the compliment, Nix.” A Drone by the name of Byron sighed with a roll of his indigo eyes.

A playfully mischievous glint sparkled in Nix’s visor. “Well, if you all are so keen on naming me leader …I’ll better do some leading.” She stated with a grin. “So, Bryon, don’t forget about-”

“Yeah-yeah, I’ll do my part!”

“Polly, you-”

“On it.”

“Eug-”

“The power has gone to her head!” Eugene jokingly cried out.

“I’m just saying. This project is good for a good chunk of point for our-!”

“We get it!” A chorus of exasperated-yet-amused teenage Drones called out. They all erupted in a harmony of giggles and chuckles.

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up!” Nix relented with a giggle. “See you tomorrow, guys!”

“See you later, Nix!”

“See ya t‘morrow!”

“Don’t forget to bring that key back to Mrs. Casio!”

“On it!” Nix acknowledged as she spun around and made her way down the hallway towards Mrs. Casio’s – Auntie Lizzy – classroom. She was about to turn a corner when she heard a commotion. Sounded like … shouting and …laughing. And not the good kind of laughing. And someone who wasn’t laughing at all.

“Look at her, can’t even stand up on her own!”

“Yah, what’s the matter, gravity too strong for ya?”

“Onegai shimasu, stop this!” Another voice pleaded. “I haven’t done anything to you!”

Nix gasped when she recognized those first two voices. Tabitha and her stooge Kelly, two others teenager Drones who – luckily – weren’t in the same class group as her, but Nix had the misfortune to run into from time to time. They were bullies, and often picked on those younger and less popular than them. Not that they were anything near popular, but they had a big opinion of themselves.

She didn’t recognize the other voice, though. She could hear it was a girl, though. What the heck did T&K target her for? None of that mattered. Nix knew she had to help.

She turned the corner, and her core grew cold when she saw the scene. Tabitha – the tall Drone orange eye color and long brown hair – and Kelly – somewhat shorter than her friend with short red hair and matching eyes – stood over a Drone Nix definitely didn’t recognize. A female Drone with black hair tied in two buns and crystal blue eyes –– currently looking terrified at her assailants. She was on the ground, her back pushed up against the lockers.

“Hey! What the heck is your glitch!?” Nix called out as she stomped her way towards the trio.

Tabitha and Kelly’s head spun towards her, and the former’s sneering grin quickly dropped to a disgusted grimace. “Ugh, it’s the halfling. This doesn’t concern you, freak. Get lost!”

“Yeah, get lost, halfling!” Kelly parroted with a mean giggle, looking so proud of herself.

Nix ignored the slur thrown at her. Undeterred, she kept closing the distance between herself and the other group. “How about you get lost, and leave her alone!”

The black-haired girl looking pleadingly at Nix – who felt her core jump with a strange feeling. “P-please, you don’t need to- OW!”

Tabitha had just kicked the girl against her shin. “Did I say you could speak?”

“Okay, this ends now!” Nix growled, having completely closed the distance between them, and now was standing right in front of them, fists on her hips. “You two are going to apologize. Then, you are going to walk away. And you’ll never bother her again! Or else …!”

Tabitha let out a mean cackle. “Or else, what, half-and-half? Are you going to run to mommy and daddy? Beg them to help you?”

“Yeah, are you?!” Kelly repeated with a cackle.

“No, not that.” Nix answered, somehow managing to keep herself form grinning. The two bullies really weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, or more importantly, what was behind them. Or rather …who.

“Oh no, are you gonna play the teacher’s pet again?” Tabitha mockingly stated. “Are you going to tattle with Mrs. Psychopath? I’ll just get my friends say that I was with them the entire time.”

“No, not that either.” Nix replied, crossing her arms, this time not able to hide away the smug grin.

“Oh, and why’s that?”

“Because I already know.”

Tabitha and Kelly froze with hollowed eyes on their visors when a pair of hands fell on their shoulders. They slowly turned their head to the person behind them, their eyes narrowing with every second. They gasped when they saw Lizzy standing behind them, and the latter was not amused. Most likely because they referred to her as Mrs. Psychopath – a clear reference to her wife.

Tabitha swallowed, her voice small and weak. “Mrs. Casio, I-”

“Oh, now you know my actual name, Miss Sunder?” Lizzy coldly asked. She turned her gaze towards Kelly, who shrunk with a squeak. “May I ask what’s going on here?”

“Y-you see, me and Kelly-”

“Actually, save it, I’ve seen – and heard – it all.” Lizzy stated sternly, tightening her grip on the two bullies’ shoulders. “One would think the two of you would be smart enough not to pick on someone right in front of the teacher’s breakroom. Which has a window in the door.” She allowed herself a small grin. “Then again, I’ve seen your grades …”

“Mrs. Casio, I-I-I can explain! This is all a … complete … misunderstanding?” Tabitha stammered, but all her earlier confidence and bravado had vanished completely, replaced with the knowledge that she had completely dug her own shallow grave.

“Oh, is that so??” Lizzy asked sarcastically, and her disapproving glare was so strong that even Nix shrunk under it – and she wasn’t even in trouble. “Well, I’m all metaphorical ears. How about the two of you go to my classroom, wait for me there, and we can all have a nice, long talk? Oh, and for the fun of it, I’ll even have your parents join us? I’ll even let you call them yourselves, to explain the situation. Sounds fun, right? Off you go.”

“But-”

“NOW!”

Tabitha and Kelly nearly stumbled over each other when they took off, quickly running inside Lizzy’s classroom.

Lizzy let out a sigh and turned her attention to the fallen girl, who looked at her with big eyes – literally, they’ve almost completely filled her visor. She knelt down to the girl’s eye level, and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Hi, my name is Lizzy Casio, and I’m a teacher here – as you’ve probably figured out. Are you okay, Miss …?”

“H-Haguruma.” The girl responded shyly. “Emiko Haguruma, sensei. And, yes, I am … mostly fine.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“I was just looking for the locker I got assigned, so I could put in some of my books, but I got lost in these unfamiliar halls.” Emiko responded, blushing a little. “I’m … new.”

“Ah, now I remember why your name sounds familiar. you’re the new student, right? You start in my class tomorrow?” Lizzy asked with a soft smile.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Casio-sensei …” Emiko answered. “When I wanted to ask those two for help, they shoved me to the ground and started shouting … a lot of horrible things. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“You did nothing wrong, Emiko.” Nix stated, smiling as Emiko turned her gaze towards her. “Those two are just looking to cause trouble.”

“Speaking of which …” Lizzy muttered. She spun around and pointed at Tabitha and Kelly, who were attempting to sneak out the classroom. “You better get back inside, or I’ll double whatever punishment you’ll receive!” With a yelp, the duo quickly vanished back into the room. Lizzy let out a tired sigh. “Listen, I better get those two sorted. Nix, can you please help Miss Haguruma out?”

“On it!” Nix agreed with a salute. “Oh, and before I forget...” She tossed the keys towards Lizzy, who caught them. “I wouldn’t have stumbled onto them, if I weren’t coming back to give these to you.”

“Well, Miss Haguruma, Emiko, I hope that this little encounter won’t put a blight on your first day tomorrow?” Lizzy asked as she stood up. “I promise you, most student here are very helpful and friendly.”

“I’ve noticed.” Emiko agreed, glancing over to Nix with a slight blush.

“Well, Miss Haguruma, I’ll leave you in Miss Doorman’s capable hands.” Lizzy stated with smile. She quickly made her way towards her classroom. Once the door closed behind her, her voice boomed out. Having been on the receiving end of her Auntie Lizzy’s scoldings, Nix felt an enormous satisfaction imagining the terrified looks on the bullies’ visors.

She turned to Emiko, giving her a friendly smile. “Since I haven’t officially introduced myself: my name is Nicole Doorman, but my friends call me Nix.”

“Does … that include me?” Emiko shyly, almost hopefully, asked.

“If you’d like …” Nix answered with a bright smile. This girl had been through enough drama already, so she figured she’d brighten up her day a little. Something about Emiko made her want to know more about her.

“I’d like that very much.” Emiko answered with a small smile, blushing as she looked up at Nix, who blushed in response.

“Well, Emiko, not the first day you’ve hoped for, I guess?” Nix asked as she held out her hand towards the black-haired Drone. She let out a chuckle. “Or … pre-first day, more accurately.”

Emiko giggled and reached out her hand as well. “That’s an -ow!”

“Ow!” Nix retracted her hands, giving it a shake. That was weird. A spark jolted between their fingers before they could touch each other. “Static build-up, I guess?”

“Probably.” Emiko replied with a giggle.

“Wanna try this again?” Nix held out her hand again. She chuckled as Emiko – almost hesitantly – reached out and took hold of it. As she tightened her grip around Emiko’s hand, the latter let out a gasp.

“Oh, before you-” She began, but Nix was already pulling her up before she could finish her sentence.

“Upsidaisy!” Nix pulled Emiko to her feet, but was surprised when the girl let out a yelp and stumbled forward, throwing her arms around Nix’s neck as she let herself hang. Nix felt a blush forming on her visor. “Uh …hi, how’s it hanging?”

“As I wanted to tell you …I can’t walk very well.” Emiko began, her voice trembling with embarrassment. “I don’t have my crutches. Those bullies threw them on top of the lockers when they cornered me.”

“Oh? Oh!” Nix’s visor lit up in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I-”’

“Daijoubu, you couldn’t have known.” Emiko quickly said. “Uh … you can put me back down for now.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Nix gently lowered Emiko to the ground, propping her up against the lockers. She looked over to the lockers, trying to locate the missing crutches. “Where did they …?”

“Over there, somewhere.”

“Uh … oh, got them!” Nix grinned as she saw the items in questions. It dawned on her that Emiko using her crutches was probably the reason why Tabitha and Kelly targeted her. Oh, now they really had crossed a line. She fished out her phone. “Do you mind if I send Auntie Li – I mean, Mrs. Casio – a picture of this, to let her know Tabitha and Kelly did this too? She’s extra sensitive about students with disabilities getting bullied.”

“Wouldn’t that get those bullies in more trouble?”

“Oh, definitely!”

Emiko’s mouth split into a mischievous – yet victorious – grin and nodded.

Nix took a picture, and quickly send it towards Lizzy’s phone number with a bit of explanation. A few moments later, Lizzy’s voice exploded inside her classroom. Satisfied that justice had been dealt, Nix quickly grabbed the crutches and ran back towards Emiko. “Here, let me help you with those. I’ve got a bit of experience. My Aunt V also uses crutches.”

“Oh, thank you.” Emiko gratefully, albeit a bit shyly, said, holding out her arms so Nix could attach the crutches.

“So, you’re new?” Nix began as she started to secure the first crutch in its place.

“In more ways than one.” Emiko answered. “Me and papa only arrived on Copper-9 last week.”

Nix looked up to the girl in surprise. “You’re an outworlder? Where are you from?”

“Chromium-12. The third moon, to be more precise.”

“Why does that ring a bell?” Nix wondered as she started on the second crutch. “I think I heard my mom and dad talk about that planet, but I don’t recall …” She let out a gasp. “Oh, now I remember. Wasn’t Chrom-Twelve one of the last planets where they still enslaved Drones - despite the Unified Colonial Planets government having outlawed it – because of some stupid loophole?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Emiko confirmed, sounding a bit apprehensive. “Because the Drones there – myself and my papa included – were not manufactured by JCJENSON, but by the Japanese company SĀBANTOMASHIN, we didn’t fall under that law. We were … are classified as ‘Servant Drones’, not ‘Worker Drones’. The decision to give our kind independence dragged on for years, until recently.”

“That’s disgusting. It shouldn’t have taken the UCP that long to change that.” Nix stated, inspecting if the crutches were completely secure before she helped Emiko to her feet. “But better late than never, I suppose, huh?”

“I suppose.” Emiko mumbled as steadied herself, making sure she had a stable footing. She gave Nix a grateful smile. “Arigato, Nix-san.”

“No problem, Emiko.” Nix replied with a big smile. “So, you said you were looking for you locker? What number do you have.”

“369B. But you don’t have to- ”

“Nope, I’m helping.” Nix interrupted. “Besides, it’s pretty much right next to mine. We’re practically neighbors.”

“Oh, okay … thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Nix guided her new friend through the hallway toward where their lockers were, she couldn’t help but glance over, her curiosity burning a hole in her processor. She wondered why Emiko needed to use crutches. She couldn’t see any outward damage, like with her Auntie V. It was also clear that the new girl had been using those crutches for most – if not all – of her life. She used them with an ease and proficiency that easily rivaled her aunt’s.

“So, uh … can I ask?”

“My legs?” Emiko guessed, giving Nix a sideways glance, and the latter immediately noticed the frustration. “I saw you looking.”

“I promise that I didn’t-”

“It’s okay, I’ve been getting a lot of those looks since we’ve arrived here.” Emiko stated dryly with a tired sigh. “One more curious drone doesn’t matter.”

“Really, I’m sorry.” The last thing that Nix wanted to do was make someone feel uncomfortable. “I shouldn’t-”

Emiko let out a soft groan. For a moment Nix thought she’d lash out, but the Japanese Drone turned to her with a regretful expression. “No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. You just helped me with those bullies, and now I repay your help with spite and venom. I know you are just curious. So, … I’m sorry for my reaction. Growing up, I haven’t been around Drones my own age a lot, so I often don’t know how to act. I know it’s not an excuse, but … it’s something I need to work on.”

“Hey, I get it. No problem.” Nix replied with a cautious smile. “You’re forgiven. I guess dealing with those bullies didn’t help neither. How about we just … try again?”

Emiko nodded, her expression turning from sorrowful to grateful, a smile brightening her face. There was a moment of silence as the two teenage Drones continued their journey to the lockers. “So … the big question first?”

“Yeah …” Nix rubbed the back of her head. “So … what happened? An accident?”

“No, I was … I guess you could say I was manufactured this way.” Emiko answered. “Something went wrong during my construction. A malfunction on the assembly line, I think.”

“Oh, you’re a Generation-1 Drone, aren’t you?” Nix guessed.

“Yes.”

“Wow, never thought I meet a G1 so … young.”

Emiko giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

G1s were Drones who were constructed when JCJENSON was still around, like Nix’s grandparents and most older Drones on Copper-9. Mass-fabricated, identical bodies with a randomized personality traits assigned during assembly. These were the Drones that used to sold as miners, servants, crash test dummies, ect … They were the ones that were on Copper-9 when humans still were in charge … before the Collapse.

Gen-2 Drones came to be after the Core Collapse that brought upon the extinction of all human life on the planet, when the surviving Drones started to build a society of their own. Gen-2 Drones started out as Untrained Neural Networks – Pill Babies – and got transferred to their teenage/adult body after a few years of experience. It was with this generation that new types of bodies were experimented with … like Uzi’s short body.

Nix, Avery and all of her classmates were Generation-3. Like the G2, they started out as Pill Babies, but after a year, they were transferred into a Toddler Frame. At the age of five, they got a Kid Frame. At the age of 12, they would be installed into their teenage body, which was the one they’d live out the remainder of their lives in. there was a bigger variety of shapes, sized as unique features to them.

“So, may I ask … what went wrong? Or am I overstepping?”

“No, it’s fine.” Emiko assured, briefly stopping to look down at her legs, letting out a heavy sigh. She looked up at Nix with a grim smirk. “I came of the assembly line with … lots of irregularities. Malfunctioning gyro-stabilizer. Misaligned ligaments. Faulty software. Despite me being aware and otherwise functional, I was labeled as a Defect. Instead of trying to repair what was wrong, I was scheduled for … well, … Disposal.”

“Oh … I …” Nix bit her lower lip. “I don’t know how to react. That’s just … awful!”

“It’s okay. It’s a heavy backstory, I know.” Emiko replied with a giggle. “But … it has a happy twist. The Drone who was in charge of depositing the Defects at the time – who fortunately were unable to activate and just were empty shells – noticed that I was awake. And instead of doing as he was instructed; he actually did the one thing that Servant Drones are absolutely forbidden to do. He disobeyed.”

“Let me guess …” Nix grinned. “Your papa?”

Emiko nodded, pride beaming in her visor. “He saved me from the smelter. He hid me away until he could smuggle me away to the Servant Facilities on the Third Moon. He brought me to his home. He fixed me as best as he could. He made my first crutches and taught me how to walk on my own. He gave me my own name. He named me his daughter. He gave me … a family. He- ” Her expression fell, suddenly saddened. “He risked everything, so I could live. Despite knowing what could happen if Upper Management found out what he had done. The punishments for harboring a Defect are … final. For our safety, I had to remain hidden. No friends, no company besides the books that papa managed to smuggle for me.”

“Oh, … Emiko, I-” Nix really didn’t know how to react. This was … heavier than she ever thought it could be. Now she really felt anger for how Tabitha and Kelly acted towards this poor Drone. Growing up without friends, and then this becomes her first experience with Drones her own age? “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to relive all that. That must’ve been awful.”

Emiko looked up with an apologetic expression. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – what’s the expression – put a damper on the conversation?” She gave Nix a confident smile. “Yes, it … wasn’t ideal, but … I grew up happy, despite everything. I have many happy memories of my time in our little home. And when my kind finally got declared ‘Sentient’ and given our independence … well, my papa spared no time organizing our move to somewhere a bit more … hospitable for us. And Copper-9 is known to be the Capital of the growing Drone Society, so we decided to move here.”

“You know, I’m happy you did.” Nix stated, giving Emiko a genuinely happy smile. “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise … which is a bit weird, since we’ve just known each other for like … ten minutes, give or take?”

“The feeling is completely likewise, Nix-ch …Nix-san.” Emiko blushed a little, with Nix getting the feeling the former almost said something she didn’t mean to say. What it was, she couldn’t figure out. It’s not like Nix knew Japanese. Emiko cleared her throat. “So, my turn to ask you a question, Nix-san. But, … I don’t know if you’d like to answer it.”

“Well, you answered my difficult question.” Nix said with a chuckle. “I guess it’s only fair that I’d do the same. So, ask away.”

“Right, so, uh …” Emiko began, biting on her lower lip as she tried to formulate her question. “Those bullies called you ‘halfling’. Clearly, they meant it in a harmful manner.”

“Ah, yeah, you wouldn’t know...” Nix muttered, scratching her cheek. “It’s a bit … complicated-but-not, but, uh …” She clicked her tongue, trying to come up with the best way to explain her ‘situation’. “Right, let me start with this: how much do you know about what happened on Earth and Copper-9.”

“Well, I’ve read quite a lot about it, so I do know a bit.” Emiko began. “I know that Earth was destroyed by JCJENSON’s rogue AI designated ‘TheAbsoluteSolver’, after which it traveled through the intergalactic network satellites to travel to other planets, where it did the same thing. It eventually ended up on Copper-9, where the actions of the covert UCP Agent Tessa Elliot – with the help of some local Drones – resulted in destroying the rogue AI. Afterwards, the Drones of C9 were – eventually – given the status of ‘Sentient’ and awarded Copper-9 as their own Home Planet. How am I doing thus far?”

“Pretty much spot on. Do you know what Disassembly Drones are?”

Emiko shuddered. “Unfortunately, I do. I had nightmares for a long time after learning about them. I remember hearing that they used to be regular JCJENSON Drones, before they were converted into the ruthless, barbaric killing machines that hunted humans and Drones alike.” Emiko answered. “I did read that a few started to rebel against the Absolute Solver AI and actually helped destroy it. Why do you ask?”

Nix grinned. “Guess what my dad is?”

Emiko froze mid-step, her eyes hollowing. After a few moments of stunned silence, she sheepishly turned towards Nix. “Now, what I said about them giving me nightmares and calling them ‘ruthless and barbaric’…”

A small laugh escaped Nix’s mouth, waving the apology away. “It’s fine, honestly.”

“Wait, if you’re father is a former disassembly drone …” Emiko began.

“That technically makes me half Disassembly Drone.” Nix shrugged. “Or my coding is, actually. My body is just regular Worker Drone framework. No tails or wings for me … unfortunately.”

“So that’s why they did call you that …” Emiko titled her head, letting her gaze go over Nix’s body.

“Like what you see?” Nix teased, laughing as Emiko let out a flustered yelp.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it. People usually have the same reaction when they learn about my ‘heritage’.” Nix said, waving the apology away … yet again.

“Do people … how do they …?” Emiko seemed to have trouble finding the right words, as she didn’t want to sound hurtful.

“Yeah, I know what you want to ask.” Nix said. “And I would say … nah, they don’t treat me wrong. Dad neither. I mean, he’s head of the security forces on Copper-9. People respect him.” She let out a mischievous cackle. “Mostly because they knew they’d need to face my mom’s wrath otherwise.”

“Your mother sounds … interesting.”

Nix grinned. “You know, my mom was one of the ‘local Drones’ that helped with the Solver.”

“Really?!” Emiko’s eyes went wide with shock, a hint of awe in her voice.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t talk much about it. Neither does dad.” Nix stated, folding her hands behind her head as they walked. “I mean, I get it. From what we learn in History Class, some real bad things happened after the Collapse. Still, weird to think my goofball of a dad used to be … well, you know.”

There was a moment of silence, only their footsteps echoing in the hallway. Eventually, Emiko broke the silence.

“I would like to meet your parents someday.” She stated with a soft smile. “They must be wonderful people, with a daughter so kind and warm.”

Nix couldn’t help but blush a little, her core buzzing in her chest. She let out a chuckle, trying her best to hide her flustered reaction. “You’ve got a way with words, you know that, Haguruma?”

Emiko laughed, and despite she tried to push down this feeling, it sounded like music to Nix’s ears.

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slushysturniolo · 2 hours ago

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hi beautiful! so i had two questions about bodyguard!matt. first is what he wears, does he wear suits or dress shirts or does he wear clothes we would see regular matthew sturniolo wear? the second one is does he live in his own house/apartment or does he have a room in nepo baby!readers house?

hello! hello!

you can find Matt in black t-shirts that are def a little faded, black cargo pants with deep pockets (always a folding knife on him), and worn-down black combat boots! usually wears his dog tags (under his shirt), a silver ring on his pinky, and a black casio watch. he'll dress up sometimes when Nepobaby!reader begs him to, and it's just an all-black suit. Some examples:

and for his living arrangements, both. he has a room down the hall from her for when her dad is out of town or if she's too unhinged to be left alone. it's very...bare, im talking neat, one family photo and white sheets and comforter (she has tried to decorate it). his own apartment is located in Echo Park (not too much of a drive to hers in LA), one bedroom, nothing fancy.

#brooke's post box˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗#luvuhree #bodyguard!matt ⟢#bodyguard!matt x nepo baby!reader ♡ˎˊ˗#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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youngmimicacolyte · 1 month ago

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Timeless Retro Style – Casio A-158WA-1Q Vintage Digital Watch

Step back into the golden era with the Casio A-158WA-1Q, a true classic from the Vintage Collection. Designed with a sleek silver stainless steel band and a retro digital display, this unisex watch perfectly blends nostalgia with daily practicality. Features include an LED backlight, stopwatch, daily alarm, and water resistance—making it both stylish and functional for everyday wear. Lightweight, durable, and effortlessly cool, it’s a must-have for lovers of timeless fashion

#casio watches

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soniitech · 2 months ago

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melissa collazo . cis woman . she/her . * | look, there goes sonia lopez ! they're the twenty five year old i was telling you about … you know the gemini ? it's their ninth case with the crew — not counting the one where she mysteriously went blind for three days after diving into a submerged cave system, chasing the voices of sirens … originally from deadwood, south dakota, let's hope their father's rusted dog tags are enough to protect them from being buried in an unmarked grave. most people know them as loyal and innovative, but don't be surprised if their morbid side slips out when the lights flicker. this time around, they're signed on as the tech engineer, which makes sense considering they spend most of their time dissecting vintage electronics for rare parts like their life depends on it. if you ever need them, try picturing a weathered altoid tin rattling with tiny screwdrivers ; iced coffee abandoned on the roof of her car (again) ; elaborate diagrams scribbled on the backs of gas station receipts ; soft curls tangled in wired headphones like it’s 2014 ; and chipped nail polish tapping in tune to her favorite song or whispering soni into the walkie. but beware — if they don't answer, something else might.

𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑠

birth name : sonia isla lopez

nickname(s) : soni ( so knee )

date of birth : may 28th

age : 25

gender : cis woman

pronouns : she/her

sexuality : lesbian

relationship status : single

birthplace : deadwood, south dakota

currently : appalachian trails

languages : english ( fluently ), spanish ( fluently )

religion : was raised catholic ; currently agnostic

education : masters in mechanical engineering from MIT with a focus in dynamics and control

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡𝘩

preferred hand : left

blood type : b-

allergies : seasonal pollen

physical : hates working out with a passion, will not do it without an incentive.

mental : undiagnosed ocd

social : friendly in theory, hard to get close to in practice ; talks with her hands ; tends to get quiet when the room gets loud.

𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦

gemini sun. istj ( the logistician ) . sanguine . patience . pride . ravenclaw. chaotic neutral . 4w5 ( the individualist )

positive traits : loyal, resourceful, driven

neutral traits : innovative, curious, pragmatic

negative traits : morbid, self destructive, obsessive

habits : chews the end of pens until they’re unusable

likes : iced coffee (even in the dead of winter) ; stormy weather ; old horror movies ; loud music ; the sims ; hot cheetos

dislikes : waking up early ; monster movies ; when people read over her shoulder ; long phone calls ; group photos

fears : being buried in an unmarked grave ; forgetting her sister’s voice

tropes : the soft hearted goth ; always second best

inspiration : pamela isley ( harley quinn ) ; christina yang ( grey’s anatomy ) ; raven reyes ( the 100 )

𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

faceclaim : melissa collazo

face : expressive eyes that always seem like they know something you don’t

hair : thick dark curls usually pulled back in a messy twist or low ponytail ; strands always escaping ; often pushed back with safety goggles or a pencil

body : petite but wiry ; stronger than she looks

style : vintage graphic tees cropped just enough to flash a glimpse of lace trimmed tank tops underneath ; layered denim vests and oversized button ups with frayed cuffs ; wrists stacked with thrifted silver, jelly bracelets, and a scratched-up casio watch she swears still works better than anything new

misc : multiple lobe piercings in both ears (a rotating cast of tiny silver hoops and studs) ; septum ring, small and subtle ; a hidden tattoo on her ribs she swears was a dare ; always sporting colorful finger nails

𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠

smudged safety goggles worn like a headband ; the soft hum of old machinery playing under her playlists ; late night radio static cutting through motel silence ; spare batteries, a pack of gum, and three unlabelled vials in her coat lining ; mismatched socks and a black hoodie that’s seen better days but still smells like home ; a flashlight held between her teeth while both hands are busy rewiring something no one else can fix ; burnt out LEDs

𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑦

sonia lopez was born in deadwood, south dakota, on a warm may afternoon that felt as uneventful as the town itself. to the outside world her family was picture perfect. the lopez family consisted of, her father, a disciplined military man; her mother, a respected icu nurse ; and marisol, her older sister who everyone adored.

marisol was everything a firstborn was supposed to be: confident, radiant, the kind of girl who never had to try very hard to be loved. sonia, three years younger, grew up in her orbit, not quite a shadow, but not far off. she followed marisol everywhere, always half a step behind, watching closely, mimicking without realizing. they weren’t particularly close, not in the way people might assume, but they weren’t estranged either.

everything changed the summer sonia turned ten. it was her first year at camp duncan, a lakeside camp her sister had attended for years. nothing about it seemed extraordinary. until the final night, when a group of older girls dared each other to sneak into an abandoned bathhouse to play bloody mary. sonia followed, not because she believed in the story, and not because she was brave, but because marisol was going. and she always went where marisol went.

what happened that night never made sense. one moment, they were laughing nervously, watching the candlelight dance in the cracked mirror. the next, marisol was gone. no scream, no crash, just the flicker of a flame and the shape of her sister disappearing like she had never been there at all.

by morning, the police were called. her parents arrived, frantic and hollow. but there was no blood, no struggle, no answers. the report simply said missing. the town said tragedy. and then, eventually, no one said anything at all.

without marisol, something shifted. it was subtle at first, but marisol’s disappearance had carved out room for sonia to breathe. for the first time, she wasn’t chasing someone else’s rhythm. she moved at her own pace, and slowly, people started to notice her for who she was, not who she followed. she made friends, real ones. her teachers praised her focus, her natural brilliance in math and science. by the time she hit her senior year of high school, sonia was on track to be valedictorian, with a full ride to MIT already waiting for her. no one had mentioned marisol in years.

at mit, she chose mechanical engineering and found comfort in its structure. there was something reassuring about systems that made sense, rules that held, problems with solutions. she spent most of her time in labs, hands deep in machinery. while other students chased internships and accolades, sonia kept to the background, focused on building things that worked and making sense of things that didn’t. in her final year, she picked up a folklore elective to meet a graduation requirement. nothing serious, just something to fill the space and make up for the a- she received the semester prior. she expected long readings and half hearted discussions, something she could coast through while juggling senior projects. but then came the unit on vanishings. on the stories people told to explain the unexplainable. she hadn’t expected to feel anything, but something in her caught, a flicker of recognition she couldn’t shake. it felt like remembering something she’d never been allowed to understand.

from there, an obsession was born. she started researching fringe cases and unexplained phenomena. she built her own devices late at night, reworking sensors and scavenging old tech to capture data no one else thought to look for. her master’s became less about the degree and more about the question that had haunted her for years: what really happened that night in the bathhouse?

when a post she made in a niche forum caught the attention of a small but rising paranormal investigation group, the echo files, she didn’t hesitate. they needed tech. she needed answers.

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

grave ; sonia has a quiet fear of being buried in an unmarked grave. not because she’s scared of dying, but because she hates the idea of vanishing without someone documenting how or why. her laptop has three backup drives, a digital will, and a folder titled in case i go missing with diagrams, passwords, and gps pings no one asked for.

dnd ; her phone’s always off or in some mode that’s basically the same. if you need her, you better have a walkie. or snacks.

coffee ; sonia doesn’t believe in caffeine limits. gas station espresso, truck stop vending machine sludge, or artisanal single origin pour over. it doesn’t matter. if it’s hot and bitter, she’s drinking it. multiple times a day.

siren ; it was supposed to be a date. a swim under the stars, with the nice girl from the taqueria near their hotel. sonia woke up on the shore three hours later, blind, bleeding from the nose, and humming a song she couldn’t remember learning.

keychains ; she collects one from every case. gas station junk, cursed fair prizes, handmade trinkets from locals. they’re all clipped to the same overworked carabiner on her backpack. she says it’s for “cataloguing energy signatures,” but mostly it’s just habit now.

floor two ; will not sleep on the ground floor of a motel. doesn’t matter if it’s 4 a.m. or snowing. she’s going upstairs or she’s sleeping in the van.

not flirting ; absolutely cannot tell when she’s being hit on. assumes any compliment is either sarcasm or a setup for a group prank. once responded to “you’re really smart” with “i just memorize things out of fear.”

𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑

tether / the reason she stays ; for all her talk of logic and data, sonia thinks about leaving more than she lets on. disappearing, like marisol did, but on purpose. still, she doesn’t. because of them. whether they know it or not, they’ve become the one fixed point in all her chaos. the only thing keeping her from spiraling completely off the map.

co-conspirator / secret project ; no one else knows what they’ve been building in the back of the van. it started as a joke … “what if we built a— to test—?” but it’s slowly getting out of hand and neither of them knows what it means. or how to explain it to the rest of the crew.

roommate / motel sharer ; they’ve bunked together on more cases than either of them can count. they get on each other’s nerves in the way only people who spend too much time in the same cramped room can, but they also know exactly when to throw her a pillow and say nothing at all.

confidant / late night call ; the one she always calls first. whether she’s in the middle of nowhere with a busted signal and a tech emergency, or grabbing a drink after a difficult case. they’ve seen sonia at her most vulnerable, know the difference between her silences, and never ask her to explain what she can’t. their conversations are sometimes nothing but static and shared breathing, but they never hang up first.

bad influence / partner in crime ; they egg each other on in the worst ways. sneaking into restricted areas, chasing after signals they shouldn't, ignoring every safety protocol, you name it. together, they’re reckless, daring fate to do its worst, and neither of them ever backs down first. sonia tells herself she’s just keeping an eye on them. but when things go sideways, she never regrets it. not really.

#ptv.intro #𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎 ♡ ̆̈ 𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑧 ¸ about .#a mess #sorry!#tw missing person

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unidentifiedprimate · 2 months ago

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Hi! What's your favourite piece of jewellery and why?

I don't actually wear jewellery!

I used to wear a ring that had a silver band and colored stones in a Z shape, but I hurt my hand years ago and took it off because I realized my finger was about to swell up and I was afraid the ring would have to be cut off. I haven't put it back on since. I liked it because it was flat (didn't catch on anything) and simple.

The only thing I wear now that's kind of in that category is a watch. Casio G-Shock: durable, water resistant, tells me the time, the date, and what day of the week it is. Very useful!

#ask

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anitalianfrie · 1 year ago

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what are the implications of diggia going around with golden casio

uhm so what you have to understand is that back in 2014/2015/2016 everybody went around with a casio. but a silver casio. this?

was normal to see around.

but this?

this is extreme level of tackiness even for 2015. this is coattanza at its finest.

#c'è posta per me #fabio di giannantonio

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ersaersa-ersaelectronics · 1 month ago

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SR621SW: The Hogwarts Battery Powering Time & Magic

The Leaky Cauldron’s Hidden Alchemy

Behind the creaky floorboards of Quality Quidditch Supplies and the flickering candlelight of the Leaky Cauldron lies a magic even Dumbledore might envy: the SR621SW—a 6.8mm x 2.1mm silver-oxide button cell, small as a Galleon but mightier than a well-cast Protego. While flashy lithium-ion packs strut through Diagon Alley, this unassuming dynamo quietly powers the wizarding world’s grind—from Weasley’s Widgets to Mars-bound broomsticks. Let’s unmask its spells.

1. The Potion of Precision: What Is SR621SW?

This isn’t candy—it’s enchanted energy. Break down its magic:

Voltage: 1.55V, steady as a Pensieve memory. No flickering, no fading—just pure, reliable magic.

Size: 6.8mm x 2.1mm, smaller than a Niffler’s paw. Sneaks into the tightest spaces (like the back of a Rolex).

Chemistry: Silver oxide, the Felix Felicis of battery tech—long-lasting, dependable, and trusted by potion masters (engineers) worldwide.

Aliases: 364, SR621, AG1… even “G1” if you’re in a moody French lab. It’s the polyjuice potion of batteries—same magic, different labels.

Fun Fact: Engineers call it the “Wand Core of Button Cells.” They swipe it from kids’ toys like students steal chocolate frogs—because once you use it, you never go back.

2. The Triwizard Trials of Durability

Imagine the Great Hall, tables stacked with batteries vying for “Most Resilient Enchanter.” Let’s meet the contenders:

SR621SW (Gryffindor) A steadfast champion, its 1.55V hums like a well-tuned wand—no flickering, no fading, even under pressure. It lasts 3-5 years, outgrinding first-years at Transfiguration class. Temperature? It laughs at -30°C ice storms and 60°C cauldrons, sealed tighter than the Chamber of Secrets. Acid? Oil? Your coworker’s cursed energy drink? It shrugs them off like a Reparo spell.

Alkaline AG1 (Slytherin) The flashy underdog, boasting 1.5V but crumbling fast—like a Boggart in a rainstorm. It dies in 1-2 years (intern energy, at best), leaks like a nervous first-year on their first broom ride, and melts under a coffee cup.

Lithium CR2032 (Hufflepuff) Overeager, with 3V of “look at me!” energy, but midlife crisis hits at 2-3 years. It flexes extreme temps but whimpers when squeezed—leaking like a first-year’s tears after a Dementor drill. Worse, its overkill voltage fries tiny circuits like a Confringo gone wrong.

Roast Alert: CR2032: “I’m 3V! I’m better!” SR621SW: “Your voltage fries hearing aids. Stay in your lane, mate.” 🔥

3. The Invisible Keeper of Magic

In the hidden corners of the wizarding world, the SR621SW is the unsung hero:

Luxury Watches: Inside Rolex, Omega, and your dad’s Casio, it keeps time like a Time-Turner. Even the Patek Philippe crowd swears by it—because a $10k watch deserves a $0.50 battery that never fails.

Medical Wonders: Powers pacemakers (steady as a heartbeat) and hearing aids (survives earwax apocalypses). Surgeons trust it more than their own wands—quieter than a scalpel, cheaper than a Firewhiskey night.

Mars Rovers: NASA uses it because “Mars-grade” is just Tuesday for this battery. Cosmic radiation? Dust storms? It handles them like a seasoned Auror handles dark wizards.

Toys & Calculators: Survives juice spills, math meltdowns, and “hold my butterbeer” DIY projects. It’s the only battery that outlasts Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes pranks.

Burn Alert: Smartwatch: “I track your sleep!” SR621SW: “I’m in a $10k Patek. You’re basic.” ⌚💎

4. The Secret Twins: Who’s a True Match?

Not all batteries are created equal. The SR621SW has true twins and faux friends:

True Allies: 364, SR621, AG1, G1. Same size, same voltage, same magic. Even Renata 364 (Swiss-made, pricier) works—though the $0.50 generic is just as reliable.

Faux Friends: LR621 (alkaline) dies faster than a Doxie infestation. CR621 (lithium) fries circuits like a Bombarda spell. Avoid “LR” or “CR” labels—they’re the Bogies of the battery world.

Pro Tip: If the package says “364” or “AG1,” you’re golden. Trust the labels like you trust a Veritaserum—no lies, just truth.

5. The Prophecy of the Tiny Titan

In 2050, when wizards build colonies on Mars, the SR621SW will still be there. It’ll power quantum clocks (even qubits need steady time), Mars habitats (cosmic radiation can’t break its magic), and robot familiars (when AI revolts, they’ll use it to build… well, let’s not dwell on that).

Engineer Prophecy: “In 2050, we’ll find these in alien tech—and they’ll still work. Because some magic doesn’t fade.”

Conclusion: The Battery That Binds

The SR621SW isn’t flashy. It doesn’t need a wand wave or a grand spell. It’s the Homenum Revelio of tech—small, unassuming, and critical. While lithium-ion packs chase “innovation,” this 0.3-gram hero keeps the world ticking, one flawless volt at a time.

Next time your watch stops, whisper, “Thanks, little buddy.” It’s the least you can do for a battery that’s saved your sanity (and your Patek’s pride).

Written by a wizard who once mistook an SR621SW for a Fizzing Whizbee. (Spoiler: It didn’t taste like lemon.)

🔋 Some magic isn’t in wands—it’s in the tiny things that keep the world enchanted.

#electronic #electronics #funny #knowledge #harry potter #google

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