#3-D Printing Tech

[gojhoes]

my good neighbor

synopsis: You've lived next door to Geto for nearly a year, yet your neighbor remains all but a mystery. But as for you- he knows everything about you, from the shampoo you use to the books you keep by your bed.

warnings: MDNI 18+, NSFW contents: geto x fem!reader, yan(?)!geto, age gap, breeding, masturbation, no curse au, dubcon(?), SOMNO, toys!, p-in-v, panty kink, creampie, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink lowkey wc: 6.3k

It all starts when an Amazon package with your name on it somehow ended up in Geto's mailbox. He would later refer to this occurrence as his greatest gift from God; the most blessed twist of fate to ever work in his favor.

A pink cardboard box sits on his counter, jarringly bright in comparison to the deep neutral design of his apartment. If the package's appearance wasn't proof enough, printed on top is an address nearly identical to his own, except his is 3-D, not 3-C. Clearly, it belongs to the tenant to his right- an easy mistake to be made by someone who reads hundreds of names and address every day.

Geto knows that he could march back down to the mail room and leave the package in the correct mailbox. He could walk away without another thought but given that the box is this specific shade of pink, he figures it might be something you're really excited for. You're probably wondering about it right now, peering confusedly at the 'Delivered' notification from your email. Besides, you both live on the third floor, so he'd be saving you an extra trip. He's just being a good neighbor.

But then he starts to think- he recognizes this shade of pink. His ex-girlfriend had once received a very similarly shaped package in the same color. Inside that package had been a vibrator that he'd grown quite familiar with over the course of their relationship. Could it be the same thing boxed up right here addressed to you?

Your door is cracked when steps out of his apartment with the package in his hand. From this angle, all he can see is the door to the coat closet directly to the right of the entrance. In his apartment, the same closet is on the left, confirming his suspicions that your bedrooms do, in fact, share a wall.

It also meant that your living rooms were connected, but Geto was already well aware of that. Yours seemed to be the gathering place for all of your friends and given the amount of chatter that trickled through the wall every evening, you had quite a few of them. Not that he minds- he works nights as a pharmaceutical lab tech, so it's not like he's there when you're having your get-togethers.

It was less bothersome during the week than on the weekend, which was when you hosted your entire gaggle of acquaintances for what sounded like game night. He was still working out the details of all the different voices, but over time, he'd developed the ability to recognize certain voices by the pitch and cadence of their speech.

It hadn't been on purpose, but the walls were stupidly thin, hardly a step up from a curtain. It was impossible not to eavesdrop, especially when the voices dwindled to only yours and another that was undeniably male. Geto'd glue himself to the wall trying to hear what the two of you were getting up to, but it seemed you weren't that kind of girl.

Or maybe Geto was assuming incorrectly that there was any type of romance going on. But for the last several weekends, he would hear the two of you chatting, then it would be quiet for a bit, as if you were pausing the conversation to make out. He has not, however, heard any sounds of pleasure from your side of the wall, and that alone has piqued his curiosity.

However, during the day, your side of the wall typically was quiet. Just as he would be getting out of the shower in preparation for bed, he'd hear your alarm blaring right at 7am. If it was loud to him, he could only imagine how your ears still functioned properly after such repetitive torture. He'd hear you getting ready through the walls and smell the coffee you brew while you take a shower. By eight o'clock, there is a jingle of keys followed by hours of silence, and he sleeps just fine.

It had to have been nine months or so since you'd moved in, yet Geto hasn't laid eyes on you even once. Your apparent opposite schedules have managed to keep the two of you from crossing paths despite living just inches from each other.

As he stands between your neighboring doorframes, he thinks about how strange it feels to know someone's daily routine despite never having glimpsed you. Based off your schedule and the lively nature of your social life, he's deduced that you must be an undergraduate student at the nearby university. He himself had graduated the semester before, but the rent was cheap and moving was too much of a hassle.

But what were you, 19? 20? With your own apartment, an 8-3 schedule, and enough time to hang out with your friends nearly every day? He couldn't be sure of your age, not without seeing you, but your behaviors made him sure that you were young.

Geto glances down at the box again, reading your name aloud to test the sound of it on his tongue. He eyes the opening of your door again, craning his neck to see what else might be behind it, but no dice. Maybe if he should just go in and leave it on the counter. He would get to see your place and hopefully satiate this prolonged curiosity, even for just a moment.

Besides, you've left your door cracked. Every front door in the building locks automatically when closed, so technically, it would be your fault if this was a robbery situation, regardless of the value of your things. It's too tempting- he's been too intrigued by the box clutched in his hand. It was fate for the two of you to meet this way. Every time you held it to your clit as you came, you'd think of the moment you saw him with the box in his hand at your door.

His hand hovers over the doorknob- is he really about to do this? Wherever you've gone, you'll likely be back any minute if you've been so careless about your door. No, it's not the right time. He's already nervous about how you will react, even more so knowing he's going to be seeing you for the first time.

You know when someone just sounds hot? The music your body makes is so human, yet so graceful and controlled until your friends come over. You sound perfect when you're just simply existing by yourself. He feels, in so many ways, that he knows you so well already. It wouldn't take him any time at all to learn how to give you what you want. Maybe he'll tell you that, if the moment presents itself.

He's fortunate yet again for the lack of insulation used by the contractors. There is a rushed set of footsteps echoing from the stairwell at the end of hall, giving him enough warning to take a step back until he's standing just the perfect distance between your two neighboring doors. He looks up as the footsteps close in, and his heart skips a beat when he finally, finally sees you.

"Hi!" you chirp. "You must be my neighbor."

The last few steps you take give him enough time to drink you in. You can't be older than 20 with plush lips and a pretty smile, one that lights up your face and showcases your lack of smile lines. And what you're wearing makes his mouth go dry. It's a baby blue pajama set with thin straps and the shortest goddamn shorts Geto has ever seen in his life. He's staring, he knows he is, but you're even more gorgeous than he could've imagined. Your hand shoots out to shake his, small and soft enveloped within his grasp for just a wink of time.

It's not enough, not even close to satisfying the desire you've instilled in him. He forces himself to look at your face and not at the tops of your tits threatening to spill out of that useless pajama top. God, and he can see your nipples straining against the thin fabric-

"I believe this belongs to you," he says, holding out the pink box.

Your face lights up impossibly as you pull it into your hands, and Geto thinks he might die right there. He smiles at your excitement; he was right- you were excited to get this. God, he would be so good to you if you'd let him.

"Oh, thank you!" you say enthusiastically. "I've had a lot of packages go missing lately, so it's really nice to actually get this one. Thank you so much."

You're practically worshipping him with the sinful sweetness dripping from your words. So well-mannered. Would you be this polite if he brought you into his bed and offered to give you his cock? Would you smile at him as you are now, and say please every time you ask him to fuck you? He'd do it for you- he'd give you everything simply just for being such a sweet girl for him.

Geto smiles and introduces himself. "It seemed like a pretty important package."

He catches the way your shoulders tense and the slight flush of your cheeks- shit, was it actually a vibrator in there? Clearly, you're embarrassed, so it would make sense, but there's no need to be ashamed of getting one.

But you're smiling sweetly again, any trace of worry wiped clean. "It's nice to finally meet you, Geto," you say, and he swears that he sees your eyes flick down to his lips.

He hums, tilting his head to side as if to study you. "Likewise."

You send him one more polite smile before disappearing into your apartment. As he's closing his own door, he's imagining you making a cup of coffee like you do every morning. Are all of your pajamas that pretty? He's met you once, but already he can tell that you're a princess. He bets your parents pay your rent and send you money for groceries anytime you ask. A girl as sweet as you was probably well-accustomed such doting and pampering.

Someone was taking care of you, but were they making sure you were safe? Who was reminding you to keep your doors locked? You were a young pretty girl living on your own in the city- anything can happen. Clearly it seems that you need someone to look out for you, and who could possibly be better for the job than him? He lived so close by already; checking on you would be no problem at all.

And after seeing your perfect thighs in your little shorts, the swell of your breasts straining against the blue fabric...he'll do anything if it means he might get to see that again. He'd come up to you from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your ass against his hips. One hand holding your chin as he kisses the side of your neck, squeezing your thigh with the other...

You need him. Someone older and more mature to nurture you properly. Besides, he was just being a good neighbor.

That evening, he rearranges his room so that the head of his bed is flush against the innermost wall of his apartment, the one that he shares with you.

*** Geto will admit that somewhere deep inside, he does feel guilty. This part of him is disgusted and ashamed, constantly wishing he could be different and cursing himself because he's not. But he was going to make you love him. Once you let him in, you'll wonder why you hadn't come to him sooner. You'll see- he'll prove it to you, and then you'll understand that everything he does is for you.

But the rest of him, the more dominant parts of his personality, run rampant once he's fallen for you. He isn't acting right, deep down he knows that, but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. He wants to know every secret you might be hiding. The home a person keeps says so much about them, and he wants to know everything. You won't have to hide from him, not ever, and he'll make sure you know that. Maybe he's obsessed, but can you blame him? You're just so perfect.

He's starving for you, but he's got to be subtle; if he's too forward, he risks upsetting you or scaring you away. He doesn't want to stress you out, either, but it's essential that he sees your apartment. He needs to check your locks, especially the one on your balcony and make sure that you're keeping up with your cleaning.

It means taking advantage of the several minutes you leave your door cracked when you've gone down to the basement to do your laundry. Every Saturday afternoon, before your friends come and steal you away, you gather your basket and leave your deadbolt extended to avoid locking yourself out.

He's managed to pull it off twice, the first time being harder than the second. It took him three days to work up the courage to even try thinking of a plan, but after moving his bed to the wall, closer to you, he's descended quickly into absolute agony. It's a stroke of luck- no, of fate- that has made you put your bed against the same wall- and he can hear everything.

A few days have passed since the package mishap, and by that point, Geto had almost forgotten about the contents of the box. That night, just as he's getting ready for a shift at the lab, he hears a strange buzzing as he's brushing his teeth. It's an electric toothbrush, so his first thought is that maybe it's time to replace it. But as he rinses out his mouth, he finds that the buzzing had not ceased. It's go to be you, he thinks, immediately drying his face and flying over to the wall to press his ear flush to it. He's just in time to hear the beautiful, merciful sound of a mewl escaping from your lungs.

A shaky breath passes his lips. He's dumbfounded by the pleasure that flows through his abdomen when he realizes what you're doing. He'd totally been right about the package. Even through the wall, he's able to recognize the same vibrations. Maybe he's just been Pavlov'd, but immediately he can feel the blood rushing south as a faint throb starts in his cock.

He knows without a doubt that you've got the cutest pout on your lips, maybe a few strands of hair falling into your face as you lay your head back. "Feels good," he whispers, despite knowing that you can't hear him. Do your hips buck up into your hands, or do have those plush thighs squeezing them tight while you try to cum?

Is this really happening right now? Heat creeps up his neck and high on his cheeks as another moan, albeit quieter this time, blesses his ears. He can't stop his hand from finding his cock and palming at himself as he eyes slip shut.

He's dying to know- he wants to see you right now, wants to watch as you spread apart your folds and fuck yourself until you're trembling. He needs more, he needs everything that you can give him- and you will give him all that you can. He knows you will because you're just that good of a girl.

Fuck. He's got to get to work on time before the cultures expire and he fucks up three weeks' worth of data, but you are killing him with each sweet little moan that leaves your mouth. He's picturing you on your knees with your ass in the air, two fingers pumping in and out of your tight cunt while your other hand has a death grip on the vibrator.

He's waited so long to hear your pathetic little whines as you fuck yourself as fast you can on your too-short fingers. You're so desperate, and with how hard you're trying, it's obvious that you're getting frustrated. He wants to help you- it's clear from your desperate cries that you need him to. He would help you cum, over and over if that's what you wanted. "It's okay," he breathes. "Keeping going, it's okay."

Using a vibrator for the first time can feel almost painful if you're not used to the intensity. You're so overstimulated that you're struggling to reach the orgasm you chase so desperately. He feels genuine pity for you as cry out, "please! so close...mm." If you'd just asked him, he would've been able to introduce it your sensitive clit the right way.

He's begging you more, anything you could give him. He knows you'll do it for him soon. You were just that good of a girl, and maybe you were too sensitive to cum without a little bit of a help. If he was inside you, you'd have creamed all over his cock by now, too fucked out to ride him anymore as he pounds into your pretty pussy from behind.

As much as he would love to see you beg for it, he truly thought that you deserved to cum and felt frustrated for you. You were such a sweet girl; the only reason it took you so long to try your new toy had to be because you were nervous. Good girls deserve the best orgasms, after all.

Shit, were you still a virgin? Did you even know how to make yourself cum yet? That would explain why he hadn't ever heard those pretty sounds before. Fuck, you were going to make him lose his goddamn mind if you didn't cum in the next 60 seconds. "Y-you'll cum for me, right? I know you can do it."

Geto did not make it to work on time that day, quintessentially ruining over 300 specimens all because you wanted to play with your pussy right as he had to leave for work. It was terrible timing, but he can't say he regrets bringing himself to one of the best orgasms he'd ever had without even touching you. It wasn't enough, though, just hearing you. He needs to see it, needs to feel your warm, tight cunt squeezing him dry while you moan into his ear.

A plan comes to him, albeit a risky one. The next time you leave to do your laundry, propping your door open like always, he slips into your apartment. It's an inverted copy of his own- the same appliances, same gray tiles, a balcony at the back of the living room. Your apartment is so girly, so shamelessly you, and not to mention spotless. Geto makes a poignant effort to keep his place clean, but only a control freak would keep their apartment this organized. You must be an anxious person- but that's okay, because he'll be there to help you through it.

Two minutes pass- you should be back any moment, and while he has an idea of what he'll say if you catch him, he really wants to avoid scaring you. He can't have you feeling scared around him, so he turns to leave- he can always come back another time after he's more prepared. But then he sees a set of keys lying on your counter, and the gears in his head start turning.

You've left your door open, so you'll be able to get back in- he doesn't have to worry about that. He knows you won't be leaving anytime soon. He's confident that he'll have enough time and he doubts that you'll notice your apartment key missing if you're not actively needing it. So, he pockets the whole set and slips right back out as silently as he'd come.

Early on Monday morning, Geto waits until he hears the jingle of your keys and the click of the deadbolt as it slides into place. The smell of coffee lingers, and his clock reads 8:06, but he can't risk you coming back, so he forces himself to wait a little longer. He's nearly vibrating with the anticipation of getting so much unadulterated time in your apartment. The copied key in hand is representative of everything he's done to get closer to you. This observation will help him learn who you are- what shampoo you use, what you keep on hand in your fridge, what toys you have hidden away.

He decides it's been long enough when 20 more minutes pass, and Geto makes a beeline for your bedroom. Compared to the rest of your apartment, your room is much more lived-in. The white comforter topping your bed is rumpled, exposing light pink sheets under a plethora of stuffies and pillows. He's more interested, however, in the nightstand on the side.

He pulls open the single drawer and sure enough, there's the white vibrator that you've been using quite often lately. Aside from a bottle of lube, there's nothing aside from some medications and a pair of nail clippers. His suspicion that you're a virgin persists from your lack of sex toys- no wonder you were so embarrassed when he hinted at the contents of your package. Already, he was half-hard thinking about how good he was going to make you feel. He was ecstatic to think that no one else had touched you yet. Whoever that guy was, the one you your often spent evenings with alone, wasn't going to stand a chance.

Geto steps away to make toward your bathroom, and feels something soft under his foot. He glances down and bends to retrieve the black lacy thong you've left so mercifully on the floor. It's foul, it's intrusive, it's perfect- he brings the fabric to his face and breathes in your scent. His cock throbs in his pants, begging for attention- for your attention, but he can't have you yet. No, it has to be perfect because you are perfect, and you deserve nothing less.

He shoves the thong in his pocket before going into the ensuite bathroom.

Later that week, the universe finally gives him a break.

That fateful Friday evening, he calls in sick to work. His throat is a bit sore, and he knows the ache in his muscles isn't from last night's workout, so he opts to take his temperature, which reads 38.2°C. He knocks back some cold medicine before burying himself in the blankets on his couch, dozing in and out as the effects sweep him away.

He's roused by a rap-rap-rapping on his front door, and even through his medicated haze, his heart jumps- is it you? Is he really about to get this lucky? He glances at the clock above the stove to see that it's half-past 11, and from the din coming through the wall, he knows that you've got your friends over. As he crosses to answer the door, he does feel a bit better aside from the persistent fog clouding his brain.

And it is you, dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink top that shows off your midriff. Your cheeks are painted with a light flush and your hair is bit disheveled, obviously tipsy from the way you're swaying a little. He smiles at you, drinking in the soft curves of your hips that he's been dying to dig his fingers into.

"Hey," you say. Your speech isn't quite slurred, but there's a lilt to your words that says all he needs to hear. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this, I know it's a little creepy, but-"

He doesn't mean to cut you off, but the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. "No, it's no trouble at all. Bother me all you want."

You're tipsy enough that the line works- you even laugh a little, and the sound makes his heart skip a beat. Every sound you make is so sweet

"Right," you say. "D'you have a wine bottle opener by chance?"

He shoots you his best disarming smile. "I do."

"Could I borrow it for a moment? I promise I'll bring it right back, I'm right next door."

He'd give you his left lung if you asked for it. He considers inviting you in, but the state of his illness deters him. All the lights are off in his apartment and he hadn't bothered to change out of his gray sweats and black sweatshirt. His hair is down, likely tangled and flat from dozing on his couch. No, you deserve to see him at his best- he'll get you to come over soon enough.

"Of course," Geto says. "Just a second."

He leaves the door cracked in the same way he's seen yours over the last month. Your fingers linger on his own when he places the wine opener in your hand. Even that slight contact sends a wave of excitement through him.

"Swear you'll come right back?" he teases, smirking a little.

You smile again, making him fall even harder when shoot him a wink before disappearing back inside of your apartment without a response. If this was your way of flirting, he's even more enamored with you. So coy, yet so sweet as you look at him over your shoulder before the door closes.

Geto goes into his kitchen to heat up a bowl of broth. Your tits sat so pretty in that little top- did you always dress like that? Not too revealing, showing off just enough to drive him mad with desire. He didn't get to see your ass, but if it was anything like he remembered, he knew that those jeans would cling to it like a film.

As he's sipping on his soup and scrolling mindlessly through his phone, there's another knock. He's on his feet and at the door in seconds, not even bothering to hesitate to swing it open so he can see you again. This time, you're holding a bottle of rose (because of course, you are) and his wine opener.

"Can you do it for me?" You're looking up at him with what he swears is a pout, and with how you bat your eyes through the question, how can he refuse? It would be criminal not to help, especially when you're asking so nicely with that cute look on your face. "None of us can get it open."

He's delighted that you've asked him. Were there no boys over there to help you? Did you choose him over them, or were you truly just too clumsy to do it yourself?

He cranes his neck to see if anyone else stands in the hall, but it seems deserted save for you, so he pushes forward. Geto does his best to seem mildly disinterested yet nice, not wanting to scare you away with the words he really wants to say. If he didn't fuck this up, maybe he wouldn't have to wait so long to get you to come back. His plan would get to move so much faster, but he had to be careful.

"I should probably do this over the sink," he says, reaching out to retrieve the bottle from your grasp. He purposefully lets his thumb brush the tip of your pinky- enough to test the waters, but not so much that it can't be played off as sheer coincidence. As he turns to go into the kitchen, he says over his shoulder, "Feel free to come in, by the way."

The suggestion is very forward considering you've said less than 20 words to the guy since moving in a year ago. Had you been of a better state of mind, you would have politely declined- you barely knew the guy even if your beds were separated only by a few inches of drywall. But you can't deny your curiosity; not once have you glimpsed what lies on his side of the wall. So you indulge yourself and step over the threshold, making sure to pull the door as you do so.

There's no way he's getting this lucky right now. All the plotting, the strategic timing of your meetings, and his careful research are finally paying off. You are walking right into his apartment without him having to lift a finger. He doesn't think you can get any more perfect- he hasn't even touched you yet, and you seem to already know what he wants. It was proof that the invisible string was real.

You stand at a safe distance on the side of the bar opposite from his, watching intently as Geto works the wine opener into the cork. There's a satisfying 'pop' as he gives it a firm tug. What would've taken you an embarrassingly long amount of time is accomplished with one quick flex of his forearm and a small grunt of effort.

"What's the occasion?" he asks.

You stare at him blankly. "Huh?"

He returns the wine opener to its rightful drawer, drawing out the motions to maximize how long he's got you in his apartment.

"It's champagne, so I figured maybe it was for something special," he explains. "Or are you just fancy like that?"

You're smiling at him again and his heart soars. He prays that you'll always look at him like that, and only him, but he gives no indication of the depth of his feelings. He wraps his hand around the neck of the now-open bottle and extends it toward you as he rounds the side of the counter.

"You could say that," you reply with a giggle. "Thank you..um, it's Geto, right?"

He nods. "Anytime. What's mine is yours."

It comes out wrong- way too intense to say if he's trying to stay above ground with you. But you don't seem to mind. If anything, the flush on your cheeks deepens as you take the bottle from him. From where he stands, he can make out a faint scar dragging across your exposed collarbone. He wonders what it might feel like to run his tongue across you delicate skin and leave marks. Would you keen into him and clutch at him as the quick, sharp pain pulls a whine out of you?

"Um, I'm sorry if I'm ever loud or anything," he says. "I work nights, so I think we have opposite schedules." A white lie, but he doesn't want you to leave yet. If he just keeps you talking, maybe he'll get the chance to ask you to hang out. He's desperate, honestly, but he tries to hide it as he stands between you and the front door.

Your face lights with a carefree wave of your hand. "Oh no, I can hardly tell you're there most of the time. I'm a super heavy sleeper, too, so don't worry about it."

He hums and shoots you a grin. "Guess I've been worried for nothing, then."

"Same to you, though," you continue. "I have people over like, all the time, I know they can get really loud."

It's awkward now, as you stand there with your eyes darting around the room and occasionally meeting his. You're nervous, he realizes, shifting your body in a way that makes your hip jut out. He doesn't want you to leave, but he's less apt to make you too uncomfortable, so he makes to walk you out.

"Thank you again," you say, smiling at him widely. He returns your thanks, and watches you disappear into your apartment once more. Already, his mind is reeling as he checks the time. Your friends should be leaving in a couple of hours- the noise usually diminishes around 2am, which will be no trouble to stay up until.

And he makes it despite taking another dose of medicine, having long since grown used to being awake during these hours. You should've have mentioned that you were a heavy sleeper, because now he has to do this.

His clock reads 3:10 when he quietly turns the lock with his copy of your key. The lights are off and it's silent, such a vast difference from the earlier commotion. He leaves his keys on the counter in case there's an unfortunate jingle when he finally enters your room.

You sleep naked- god, you make it so easy for him to love you. Your lips are parted and the passive rise and fall of your chest signals just how deeply you're sleeping.

He slides a hand between inner your thighs, unable to help himself any longer. He teases at your entrance to see how wet you are, dipping his fingertip in just far enough to get a taste of you as he brings it up to his mouth.

And fuck, his index finger slides right in and your cunt flutters around it.

But you don't stir; there's not even a hitch in your breath as he curls his finger into that spongy tissue that he's sure should've roused you. You weren't exaggerating about your being a heavy sleeper, and Geto silently sends praise to whatever gods that were helping him pull this off. However many drinks you'd had earlier were keeping you pulled under the sea of unconsciousness.

He thinks about sliding his hands under your thighs and burying his face between them, licking and sucking at your clit to properly taste you. Surely you'd have to wake up from that, but his patience is wearing thin.

He needs this- he needs you. He's so desperate to finally sink into you, to fuck you like he's been aching to for months. His hands are on the waistband of his sweats and he's pulling out his cock, the tip already weeping as he thumbs at his slit. He wraps his hand around his shaft and starts thrusting into it, finally letting himself begin to unravel as he lets out a pleasured sigh.

God, he doesn't know where to start. Your perfect tits bounce ever so slightly with every rise and fall of your chest. The collarbones he's been wanting to bite are so vulnerable and delicate, sitting right there for the taking. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by waking you from too much stimulation. He leans over your still body, holding himself up on his palms as he glimpses your pretty face.

He feels that he might die if he doesn't fuck you right now, lining up his cock with your entrance before he buries himself inside you.

"Ohh, fuck," he breathes. So tight, so warm, so perfect- his own perfect little pussy, so much better than anything he could've imagined. He fears that he might cum right then, digging his fingers into the sheets in attempt to steady himself. Even in such a deep sleep, you're soaking his cock with each slow thrust. Are you dreaming about him fucking you right now? Is that how your slumbering brain is making sense of all the pleasure?

Once he's got some semblance of control, he rolls his hips into yours, sinking back into you until. It's too good, and he needs more, he needs to have his cock as deep as you'll take him. He moves his hands to your knees and bends your legs until your thighs are pressing against your chest. It's desperate, the way he fucks you, but somehow, you remain as still and quiet as you'd been when he first came in. Your body jostles with each thrust and he sees the tip of your tongue creeping out from between your parted lips- fucked dumb, even fast asleep.

He knows he should probably pull out, but he's too fucked out to think straight, not to mention the cold medicine running through him right now. It's not right, but with how fucking good you feel, he doesn't care. You're going to wake up with his cum dripping out of your aching cunt, wondering obliviously if your period came early. Traces of him will be all over you and he just knows you'll love the feeling. He can already tell you're going to be his little cumslut- you're too sweet to deny him such a pleasure.

His thrusts get faster until his balls are full on slapping against your ass and his muscles tense all over. You're squeezing him so fucking tight, it's a wonder he's lasted this long, especially with how needy you've made him.

An involuntary flutter of your cunt sends him over the edge. His orgasm wracks his entire body and he's trembling with each spurt of his cum that covers your gummy walls, uncaring as to what consequences might await him. He moans out your name, panting as he empties every drop into you, and you just take it so well. Just as he's about to pull out, your eyes flutter open ever so slightly.

But you're so tired- you don't even notice that it's Geto hovering over you before they slip shut again. "Mm," you murmur. "Wh-what are you..mm." The words trail off, and a moment later, your breaths are soft and even again as sleep takes you once more.

You're adorable. He slips out of you as gently as he can, he waits until he can see his cum start to trickle down to the curve of your ass. He lifts a hand to stroke your cheek and brush away the stray hairs on your face, but he doesn't want to risk waking you when you're already so sleepy. With how pliable and motionless you are, it's clear that you need your beauty sleep.

As he slips out of your apartment and back into his, he can't help but think of how lucky he is. He's so lucky- how is it that fate has blessed him so richly? He was going to make you his. You were going to get so addicted to his cock, to his scent, to his taste that you'd never dare to leave him. You'll belong to him, free for him to use and praise as he pleases. But he will always reward you for being his sweet girl.

And, he thinks, you are so so lucky to have such a good neighbor.

i felt like a mad scientist the entire time i wrote this. if you've thought about trying to write fanfic, JUST DO IT because sometimes it's really fun.

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 23/May/2025 

I don’t know what it is about Wednesdays, but apparently they are the days when I absolute hammer it, lol!

I did really well all week again, but Wednesday was just full-on and intense!

Today though, I’ve been working on the scenes for asking the BFF vampire to the dance class with your MC! They have some very fun responses to that, hehe! :D

This week, I also finally sat down, printed out the rest of my plan (when the printer decided to play ball. Jeez, two hours later, and I finally managed to get it to work. N’s tech phobia really comes from personal experience, lol!), and divided it into chapters.

I hadn’t been doing that so far, working with scenes instead and cutting it off when it seemed appropriate for the chapter, but I wanted to get on top of that and see where I’m at with it all.

The chapters may not stay as I have them planned, but it was good to get an idea! Though blimey, the chapters this book are intense, hehe! I usually have some chapters where I get a bit of a breather—they’re simpler, not much branching or variation, and only one or two characters in the chapter—but oh boy! Not in this book! Every chapter has some major branching/variation/character interactions going on.

But then that’s what I want for Wayhaven. I want it to really react to the reader and how they’ve played so far or how they are playing it now! It just means that is more in the background to have it smoothly flow that way :D

And I have to say, I’m so proud of what Book Four is becoming!

Rest of this week and next week is continuing on with writing. I really want to slam into this chapter as, again, there’s a ton of variations to it!

Though next week on Patreon there's going to be a very exciting poll! The end of this chapter has the decision of which kind of ‘gem’ you choose as your MC’s theme for the upcoming ball, and as usual, I couldn’t decide which ones to choose as it’s waaay too many to have them all. So, I thought I’d let the patrons decide the final list! :D

I’ll let you know the results so you can all start thinking about the ball scene as much as I am…hehehe! ;D

Hope you all have the most fabulous weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

[bestducky]

Fragments of Tomorrow

Master Chief x female reader

Chapter 1: Static

Prologue.

Summary: Stranded and alone aboard the crumbling wreck of the Forward Unto Dawn, (Y/N) searches desperately for answers in a place that feels more dead than alive.

When a strange voice — calm, commanding — reaches out to her from the ship’s systems, (Y/N) finds herself an unwilling witness to something far beyond her understanding: the awakening of a soldier unlike any she’s ever seen.

As the ship groans and tears itself apart around her, (Y/N) realizes the real nightmare hasn’t even begun yet.

Notes: Chapter one is here, around 3k words :D. I hope I'm writing it well, if not, someone please tell me! <3

The machine lay half-open on the worktable, its strange internal wiring catching the flickering light of the broken bulb overhead. (Y/N) tightened a tiny bolt with shaking fingers, feeling the satisfying click as it slotted into place. She sat back on her stool, adjusting her glasses with the back of her wrist. Her head was starting to pound — too much concentration, too little water, and the strange electric tension that had been slowly thickening the air all evening.

She should have stopped hours ago. Normal people would have. But curiosity was a stubborn thing. It dug into your ribs and refused to let go.

She wiped her hands on a grease-streaked cloth, eyes scanning the machine again. It didn't make sense. None of it did. Most old tech was predictable — gears, wires, printed circuit boards — simple things she could rebuild in her sleep. But this? This machine was... different.

The crystalline filaments running through the device hummed faintly under her touch, shifting colors in ways she couldn't explain. The casing wasn't any alloy she recognized. There were no screws, no visible fastenings — just smooth plates sealed with a precision that felt alien. Almost like it had grown instead of being built. And the strangest part — it wasn't connected to anything. No external power. No visible batteries. And yet it was waking up.

The apartment was silent except for the occasional creak of settling wood and the soft rasp of her breathing. Outside her window, the city lights shimmered in the humid night air, smearing neon trails across the glass.

(Y/N) leaned forward, elbows resting on the worktable, and studied the exposed core of the machine. There, at the very center, something glowed — faint and blue, like the last heartbeat of a dying star.

Maybe it was foolish, but...

She reached out carefully, fingertips hovering just above the pulsing core. The air around it felt... thicker. Heavier. Like standing at the edge of a deep, deep pool and feeling the pressure of the water dragging you down.

Go on.

The thought flickered across her mind, not her own voice exactly, but familiar all the same.

Go on. Find out.

Her hand trembled slightly as she pressed a fingertip to the edge of the crystal.

The first jolt was soft. Barely a static shock — like brushing a balloon after rubbing it against your hair. But then it deepened. The vibration grew under her skin, humming through bone and blood, until her vision wavered at the edges and her ears rang with a rising tone that wasn't quite sound.

(Y/N) staggered back, nearly knocking over the stool. The machine pulsed once, twice — and then the lights overhead blew out with a sharp pop, plunging the room into darkness. She gasped, clutching the edge of the table for balance. A deep, low thrumming filled the room — a vibration so strong she could feel it in her teeth. And somewhere inside the machine, the glow sharpened into a blinding point of light.

Curiosity battled fear inside her chest, fists clenched, heart racing. Part of her wanted to run, to get out, to abandon this thing before it could drag her into whatever nightmare it had been hiding. But another part of her — the stubborn part, the dreaming part — stayed rooted in place.

This was it. This was the moment she'd been chasing all her life without even knowing it. The moment when the ordinary ended. The moment when the world changed.

(Y/N) lifted a hand, squinting into the blinding light, and took a single step forward.

The machine exploded.

Not with fire. Not with sound. But with light — a wave of it, so bright and pure it seemed to strip the world down to its bones.

The floor vanished under her feet. The apartment walls tore apart like paper. The city beyond the window melted into nothingness.

And (Y/N) fell — not downward, but inward — folded into a place with no up, no down, no time, no breath.

Floating.

Sinking.

Burning.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pressure around her crushed her chest, squeezed her bones, pulled at her mind until thoughts scattered like ash in a storm.

Every nerve ending flared with pain. Every heartbeat was a war cry. She was being torn apart and rebuilt at the same time, stretched across places she couldn't see or name, pulled through cracks that shouldn't exist.

The light tore through her glasses, blinding her. She reached out blindly, desperately, for something — anything — but there was only the endless roar of static filling her ears, her lungs, her mind.

Come.

A voice? Or her own thoughts, unraveling?

Come through. Come home.

Then the world snapped. Like a rubber band pulled too tight. Like a door slamming shut behind her.

And (Y/N) hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from her lungs, pain lancing through her ribs.

She lay there for a long moment, dazed and broken, blinking up at a ceiling she didn’t recognize. Steel beams. Flickering emergency lights. Distant alarms echoing through endless corridors.

The air smelled wrong — cold, sterile, tinged with something sharp and chemical.

(Y/N) coughed weakly, curling onto her side, her body trembling with aftershocks. Everything was a blur of shifting shadows and red warning lights. She pressed her palms against the ground — smooth, cold metal — and forced herself to sit up, muscles screaming in protest.

Her ears rang with a high, thin whine. Her mind spun, trying to piece together what had happened.

Where was she?

What had she done?

The machine. The machine at the shop. The humming, the light—

And then... this.

The emergency lights flickered again, revealing long, empty corridors stretching in every direction. Pipes dripped overhead. Sparks rained from severed cables. The ship groaned and shifted, metal hull flexing under unseen pressures.

A low, rhythmic thud sounded somewhere far off — heavy, mechanical, steady.

Footsteps?

No — too slow, too deliberate.

(Y/N) pushed herself to her feet, swaying dangerously. Her hands scraped against the rough surface of the deck plating, leaving faint streaks of blood. She staggered toward the nearest wall, pressing a hand against it for balance.

Panic clawed at the edges of her mind — hot, sharp, relentless.

Stay calm, she thought wildly. Think. Breathe.

The ship — if that’s what this was — vibrated under her feet, the distant rumble growing louder. Another flash of red light illuminated something stenciled across the wall in large, blocky letters:

FWD UNTO DAWN.

(Y/N) stared at it, the words swimming in and out of focus. She had no idea what it meant. She had no idea where she was.

All she knew was this:

She wasn’t home anymore.

The corridors stretched out before her, endless and hollow.

(Y/N) staggered forward, hands scraping along the steel wall for balance. Every step echoed into the silence, a hollow, ghostly sound swallowed almost immediately by the weight of the place. Shapes lurched at the edges of her sight — broken machinery, shattered panels, puddles of stagnant water pooling on the warped deck.

The emergency lighting pulsed in slow, sickly heartbeats, casting jagged shadows that crawled across the walls. Something creaked far above her — the metallic groan of a ship too long adrift.

(Y/N) hugged herself instinctively, trying to stop the shivers racking her body. Her clothes — a simple T-shirt and jeans — were thin armor against the unnatural chill that seeped into her bones.

Where was she? What was this place? Had she died somehow? Was this some twisted version of the afterlife, a purgatory built of broken machines and endless dark?

The static buzzed faintly at the edge of her hearing, a whisper growing louder with each staggering step.

Her fingers brushed against a console jutting from the wall — slick with condensation, sparking weakly from exposed wires. Above it, a shattered screen flickered fitfully.

Text scrolled sluggishly across the fractured display:

WARNING: HULL BREACH DETECTED WARNING: LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILING WARNING: UNKNOWN PRESENCE DETECTED

Her throat tightened.

Unknown presence.

Was that her? Or... something else?

(Y/N) turned a corner too fast, tripping over a broken pipe jutting from the wall, and tumbled hard to the floor. Pain flared in her wrist and knees, sharp and immediate. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting tears. This was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare.

Somewhere in the flickering darkness, a heavy, metallic clang echoed through the ship — closer this time.

(Y/N) forced herself upright, biting down on a sob. She had to find a way out. She had to find someone. Anyone.

The next corridor opened into a cavernous chamber — ceilings soaring high above into shadow. Rows of massive glass pods lined the walls, half-buried in frost and condensation.

Cryo chambers.

She'd seen pictures of them once — in sci-fi movies, in dusty history books. Not real. Not supposed to be real.

She stumbled closer, squinting through the cracks of her glasses. Most of the pods were empty. Shattered. Dead. But one, near the center of the room, still held a figure — massive, still, suspended in cold blue light.

(Y/N)'s breath caught painfully in her throat. The figure was armored head-to-toe in dark green plating, battle-scarred and battered. A rifle was magnetically clipped across its back. Its face — if it even had one — was hidden behind a gold-plated helmet, reflective and cold under the emergency lights.

The air crackled faintly as (Y/N) stepped closer to the cryo chamber. The figure inside loomed behind a thick wall of frost and reinforced glass, massive, intimidating, and utterly alien. She wiped her glasses on the hem of her shirt, trying to clear the smudged lenses. It didn't help much.

She was about to take another uncertain step forward when a voice echoed above her — soft, clear, and very human.

"You're not one of ours."

(Y/N) yelped, stumbling back, her heart hammering against her ribs. She spun around, searching wildly. No figure. No body. Just the voice, threading through broken speakers embedded in the walls.

"Who's there?" she called out, voice shaking.

There was a brief pause — almost thoughtful.

"I'm... Cortana," the voice said at last. "An artificial intelligence assigned to the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn."

Artificial intelligence. (Y/N) turned in a slow circle, trying to spot anything — a camera, a projector — something. Anything.

"You’re... what?" she whispered, stunned.

"A.I.," the voice repeated, a touch of amusement coloring her tone. "A holographic intelligence. Designed to assist in ship operations, combat strategy, and tactical analysis."

(Y/N) stared up at the cracked ceiling, at the broken lights and severed conduits. Talking to a ghost. Talking to a machine. And somehow, the machine sounded more sane than she felt.

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Tried again.

"This is real?" she croaked. "You're real?"

"In a manner of speaking," Cortana said. "And you are very real. Biological signature confirmed: human, female, early-twenties, no UNSC service record detected. Civilian."

(Y/N) swallowed hard.

"Where am I?" she asked.

A pause. Then, evenly: "You're aboard the UNSC vessel Forward Unto Dawn. Current status: critical. Structural integrity compromised. Life support failing."

Her mouth went dry. "What happened?"

"That is... complicated," Cortana answered carefully. "At this moment, our priority is survival. Yours and mine."

The words sank into (Y/N) slowly, cold and heavy. Survival. Not escape. Not rescue. Just survival.

She turned back toward the cryo chamber — toward the silent giant sleeping inside.

"And him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alive," Cortana said immediately, and there was something fierce in her tone. "Still alive. He's our best chance."

(Y/N) hesitated, heart pounding painfully against her ribs.

"I don't even know who he is."

"You'll find out soon enough," Cortana said quietly.

Another deep rumble shook the floor under their feet — distant, but growing.

"Hostile forces are boarding the ship," Cortana continued, voice sharpening. "I need to bring him back online. He can protect you."

(Y/N) stared at the chamber. The armored figure. The machine's voice in her ear.

Trust a stranger. Trust a machine. Trust a nightmare.

Not much of a choice.

Slowly, she nodded.

"O-okay," she said hoarsely.

Above her, unseen machinery stirred. Systems groaned back to life. The cryo chamber hissed violently, releasing a blast of cold steam. Locks disengaged with a heavy metallic clunk.

The man inside began to wake.

[willowswoodedgrove]

Things you could manifest part 1

Clothes ! Specifically I’m thinking that you could manifest whole outfits, or you could just manifest key pieces that could make up multiple outfits

Old tech !!! If you’re into older stuff like I am, you could manifest cassettes, a walkman, or an MP3 player. Personally I plan to get an MP3 player to download all of my favorite subs I make onto, so in the case my channel gets taken down, I’ll always have my stuff.

Merch for your favorite fandom or characters

Gift cards for your favorite café

Stickers ! Everyone loves stickers :D

New blankets or bedding

Snacks !!! Everyone could use a snack every now and then :)

Being able to completely redecorate your room, like painting the walls a new color, or getting a new bed frame

Supplies for a hobby you have, like ingredients if you like to cook, or stationary if you like drawing and writing

New friends or just more cool people in your life !

Plushies !!! Can’t have too many plushies

The health and happiness of a family member, a friend, or even a pet

Cool art prints !

That’s all I have for right now !! Hope to have more ideas soon ! <3

[colibrie]

Mosaic Moments

Prompt 1: Suprise quiz and Saved by the bell.(Donnie and Leo)

Based on art by @trilobitepunch

"Leonardo."

"Donatello. Donathon. Donnie-doodle. Dontron. DeeDee. D-youch! Whyyyyy?!"

Donatello rolled his eyes as he tucked his bo back into its spot on his shell. He turned away, pacing a few steps until he was strategically placed at the optimum angle to block the TV.

"Now that I have your undivided attention, dearest dumb-dumb and deralict leader, I can announce that it is time."

"Huh?" Leo blinked, scowling as he rubbed his head and tried to lean around Donnie to see the screen. "Time for you to be unbearably annoying? Hate to break it to you egghead, but I think that's just a constant state for you."

"It is time," he continued, ignoring his twin, "for an examination regarding your recall of the field call signs as designated by the Genius tech (tm) handbook."

"The wh... no...."

"That's right. It is time," he paused for dramatic effect, quietly savoring the growing wave of dread behind him, "for a suprise quiz!"

He whirled on his heel, arms crossing as the fingers of one hand rose to frame the cheshire smile splitting his face. He took a second to revel in the panic written into the fine print of his twins expression before commencing.

"What is B-52/001?"

"Uuuhhhh"

"In what scenario should you employ a 009-DU10?"

"Erm...?"

"When should you provide your brilliant, suave, handsome brother Donatello with uranium?"

"Never."

"Incorrect!" He yelled, subtly pushing a button on his wrist brace. He permitted himself exactly one internal giggle of delight when an expertly hidden water gun nailed his errant brother in the side of the head. He'd have to screenprint that one later.

"Bleh! Uggggh, Donnie what the shell?!"

"Oh there is more where that came from dearest brother. Next round. There is one last piece of perfectly delicious pizza left. Do you activate a R49, an M1K, or a D03?"

"What answer doesn't get me hit with water?"

"Ah bup bup! No cheating! You have 5 seconds."

"Wait, since when was this timed?!"

"3...2..."

The screech of an alarm, one of his own, split the air.

"Oh no!" Leo gasped, flipping up and over the back of the couch, "a motion alarm providing a convenient excuse to be anywhere but here! Don't worry Donbon I am alllllllll over it! "

"Leonardo we are not-"

"Sorry, can't hear you!" Leo replied cheerily, flicking Donnie and jaunty two finger salute and grin as one katana flashed, tearing open a signature sky blue portal, "maybe ask Raph!"

[comicsandconstellations]

Both my redesigns for my Domino and Chance AU. Updating my designs from last September. Both more proportional and in my (slightly better) art style. Original design here: Echo. Emerie.

Echo has almost a complete redesign. The only thing that didn’t change was his helmet design. I wanted his handprint back on his chest plate instead of his arm, and as I’m working out the logistics of his energy support, I have reduced their connection cables and complicated centre panel. I wanted him to match Emerie more, so I gave him the same style of chest plate design. His back plate is similar to the back plate is TBB armour without his pack, but I wanted it to follow the diamond shape I established in the first design. Also, actual useful stuff on his belt.

An updated kama design to be a more subtle “3” reference, and added ARC straps as well since I wanted to bring back in elements of his ARC armour. I modified his legs since he gets them upgraded and I love the concept of smoother, more futuristic looking prosthetics. His old ones feel clunky. I gave him a more screen accurate arm now I know how to draw that.

Big face update. I have drawn his so much, and I’m refining how I draw clones, so a better concept of how I short hand clones. Same weapons: his embossed D-17 and electro staff which I didn’t update since I put a lot of thought into its original designs to be used duel handed. His armour is mostly unpainted besides his hand print (obviously) and his little designs to match Chance. This is mostly so visually his armour isn’t too complicated for me to draw, but also because I imagine him struggling to decide if he wants to lean more 501st or CF99 now he is with neither. And, of course, Fives vambrace. My signature for my Echo.

My big change to Emerie is how she looks. The original design was my first ever time drawing her, and now she’s my most drawn character (second to Echo?). I wasn’t planning on doing a new sketch, but I hate her old face so much. Now she looks better: I’ve bulked her out, and she actually looks like how I draw the boys.

Her changes are mostly now I know she’s going to be a much more combative character. Originally she was designed to be mostly intel so didn’t need a lot of armour. Now she has a crotch and skid plate, hand guards, better fitting armour, and a practical belt set up. Her helmet actually fits in this design. Her belt is the right way around, and so are her knives (one in a reverse grip, and one not). Her tattoo is visible, her goggles are more accurate, and her lab coat sits more realistically over her arm guards. I stuck with my original concept for her base armour because I want her to prioritise movement and swiftness which is why she doesn’t have pauldrons/elbow guards/ knee pads covering her joints, it gives her additional mobility and flexibility.

Still her DC-17 and knives (I love her knives), and I’ve kept her two transmitters even though I don’t necessarily think she’d be taking her long range one with her. Her helmet and right vambrace both show similarities and shape language as Fives and Tech, because I want echoes (ha) of their designs in her concept as she is Echos current duo. I though about redesigning her backplate or giving it a connection port point, but I love her design and I like the concept of using the space for a big statement piece related to her character now she finally gets armour.

I know I draw “Chance” a lot, and since I haven’t finished the AU, you don’t understand why. But trust me, she deserves it.

Sorry for the rambling. I have a lot of thoughts about these designs. You sort of get that way when it’s your first major Star Wars AU, especially when you’re currently 50k words into it and you’ve only scratched the surface. I started this blog with the full intention of it being somewhere to dump all this AU. Makes more sense why my first Emerie was this design.

[altraviolet]

Hey violet!

What’s something you want to share with your audience that you couldn’t fit into TEG? Like a scene or some world building tidbit, etc :)

I wish you a wonderful day!!!

hey anon!

oooh this is always a fun question, but I can't think of anything in the moment. but! I hope you'll indulge me in this, something else I've been meaning to share for a while but hadn't taken the time to take pics yet

last year I printed all of TEG so I could edit it. I find editing a zillion times easier on paper than on the screen, especially because my free, ancient word processor doesn't play nice with AO3, so ALL OF TEG was hand typed with the html. so like every time you saw italics or bold, I hand wrote <i>the coding</i> in there. ANYWAY

I typeset it and went to interpolate (??? I forgot the word, but you have to order the pages a certain way in the PDF so the printer prints them correctly in folios) it in Adobe Acrobat (I think) but the function was broken Dx I haven't tested it since then, but I was VERY annoyed to find that was the case, cuz it meant instead of cutting TEG's ~1000 pages down by four to print, I could only cut down by two

so I spent about 3 days printing the whole damn thing out. after editing, I put the pages in acid protected plastic sheets and put 'em into binders:

I went through the whole thing with a red pen, making as many corrections as I could find. I did a post about my most common mistakes (please learn from my mistakes!) but here's a quick recap of the major findings:

"if... then" NOT "if... than"

pouring vs poring -> "poring over data pads" is correct

reticules vs reticles -> "reticles" are what we want, "reticules" are little purses

reign vs rein -> "rein in emotion" is the correct one

how em dashes work

capitalizing in quotations

Then after all that was done, I went back through with gold pen and added little "fun facts" and bits of info because I thought maybe someday I could sell this massive tome, or use it for a raffle for charity, or something, and my author notes would add some interest and value :)

So for example in the above picture, the gold tid bits are as follows:

text: "Ultra Magnus said it's a closed loop. He closed it himself when the tubes were installed."

note: but Soundwave opened them recently (this was a note to myself- this line is to throw off the reader re: how Soundwave siphoned away the 0001 energon in the Scavengers' tubes)

text: I'm glad we told the crew it was missing. Otherwise they'd probably tear us apart tonight when Ratchet does his thing with the current mix.

note: transparency laws (here Rodimus is referring to an off-page meeting in which the leadership team told the crew the 0001 energon was missing. they did this because of the transparency laws they put in place)

text:

Megatron: "If I asked you what the definition of Soundwave was, what would you answer?"

Rodimus: "I… I have no idea what you mean. Our Soundwave? 0001 Soundwave? Another Soundwave?"

note: R means TFP SW here :D b/c 0001 SW is mentioned separately (when Rodimus says "Our Soundwave?" he means the TFP Soundwave that has boarded the ship)

text: (Aquafend had) accidentally doubled a few of the layers, making the original map hard to see in some places.

note: tech issues inspired by boomers

text: Aquafend pointed to his own aft. "Soundwave: posterior."

note: bwa (I think this line is SO funny haha)

text: Ambulon shrugged. "Tell First Aid and Ratchet to lay off? Velocity's cool. I'm satisfied with my life here. I want to do my work unimpeded."

note: this is why he trusts her later with the spark jewels (by this I mean, it's very small and in the background, but Ambulon always defaults to Velocity as advisor or company over the other medics)

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I did write a bunch of notes, but not on every page. I wanted to get going with making a typeset ebook available for folks (there's a link on AO3), and I do have the typeset PDF for anyone who wants to ficbind! I don't post that publicly, but I do give it out via email. Just email if you'd like to ficbind =)

So yeah! Right now these binders are just leaning against my bookshelf (in summer I use them to brace the door through the ever-present air pressure changes of a/c, lol). If I ever were to sell or give these away, I'd definitely go through and put notes on as many pages as possible. They're not on every page, but a good amount.

Thanks for the fun ask! =)

[banana-pancake5]

Soooooo What's Peni's favorite.........soup? 👀

Okay but seriously for Peni:

Hobbies? "idle animation" what does she do when she's standing/sitting still? twiddling fingers, The Leg Bounce™️?? Colors she wears/favorite colors? and ofc bc this is tmnt: Signature weapon? 👀 And finally: Best way to bond with her brothers? What did she find in common (or disagreement to the point of hilarity) that brought her closer to each of the bois?

This post got way too long so it’s under the cut!

Heheh

1. She loves hiking, digital art, graffiti, and making music! She has a tablet in her drawstring bag that she often draws/animates on and it has one of those beat making apps that she uses ALL the time. Ah, and she loves Origami (she learned from the foot clan)! She tends to make little Paper cranes and write little messages in them. Said cranes will be EVERYWHERE. On Donnie’s tech telling him to hydrate or something, on the leftover pizza box claiming the last piece, in Leo’s room notifying him that she stole his left overs, etc. (and sometimes theyre just for fun and don’t have messages written in them)

2. (Love this question SO MUCH) when she is standing for awhile she’ll start raising herself up on her tippy toes then back down (kind of like a little bounce that doesn’t leave the ground) and when she’s sitting she often finds herself practicing wrist/hand exercises (half the time she won’t even realize she’s doing it). Oh and when she’s sitting and listening to music she’ll tap her fingers as if she were making the beat in one of her apps (imagine clicking arrow keys on a computer to the beat of a song that’s basically what she does [heheh I used to this all the time])

3. Hmmm I’m not sure yet? Probably a mix of darks and pastels. Also not sure on the favorite color yet! I’ll make a r colored ref hopefully son tho :D

4. At the moment I’m kind of think she wouldn’t have one… like mainly she uses hand to hand combat if she’s in a fight? Idk (oh or maybe she specializes in origami ninja stars!)

5. (Really love this question too bc I honestly haven’t thought abt it too much!)

Mikey:

ART. They both have a passion for art, and while Mikey is more of a traditional artist, the both of them end up drawing together all the time. I imagine since both of them are the shorties of the family they climb up on each others shoulders to graffiti places in the sewer they can’t reach ^-^ (also they’re both the youngest siblings, they want independence, and they don’t like being babied <- all of these things come about for Peni after realizes she’s their sister and they start treating her like the youngest)

Leo:

They bonded over cooking …and by that, I mean Leo’s lack of skills and Peni’s bizarre recipes! Peni’s favorite food EVER is gummy worms, so naturally, once she heard of a Panini she switched out the meats with tons of gummy worms and cooked it. Leo walked in on this moment of genius and was HORRIFIED. He ragged on her about what a disgrace of food that was and she would fire back talking about how Leo can’t even make a SANDWICH without something burning. It sort of became a running joke with the two of them that resulted in Leo nicknaming her “Nini” (oh and in case your wondering, Peni LOVED the gummy worm panini, and Leo tried it and was surprised it wasn’t that bad, but he would NEVER admit that)

Donnie:

They bonded over tech and music! Peni didn’t know a whole lot about it but she was the second most tech involved person in the family so it worked out great any way. It’s a similar dynamic of smarts and crafts except Peni has more technical knowledge than Mikey. Peni will occasionally hang around the lab and check in on what Donnie’s working on, give some ideas, have an awesome idea for a new project, etc. and she also is Donnie’s go to person when he needs blue prints drawn! Oh! New idea! Perhaps Donnie builds her a piece of Holo-tech (like his little holographic screens) that serves as a literal 3D art program! Of course, she also uses it to make even BETTER blueprints for Donnie. And her and Donnie both really like electronic music, and Donnie likes listening to the beats that Peni makes :D

Bonus idea! I think it would take a while for Peni to even have a chance to connect with Donnie. After the invasion, Donnie would spend a lot of time in the med bay, but he mainly stayed in his lab after that. And after everything that happened, Donnie was just not open to talking to this complete stranger that broke into his home :/

Raph:

I think during the invasion Raph would be the one Peni talks to the most (since Raph was the least injured), so they sort of just naturally became close. Peni has someeee medical knowledge but not enough to help with the more serious injuries of the others; she would let Casey jr. take care of those major injuries while she took care of the more minor things. Raph was extremely worried about his brothers and was completely lost in the medical field so Peni would also help explain how they were being treated and what was wrong (I imagine Casey would be pretty blunt abt it which would not help Raph haha). Oh! PLUSHIES. As we all know Raph LOVES plushies (I’ve seen some stuff that’s canon abt it but I definitely headcanon a corner of hid room is filled to the BRIM with them), but lil ol Peni, having lived on the streets her whole life, never owned any (tragic, I know). When Peni first saw Raph’s mounta8n if plushies she grabbed one shoved it in Raph’s face and demanded to know its name IMMEDIATELY. From that day on she loved plushies and started gathering them for her own room (though she never got nearly as many as Raph)!

Yikes sorry for the long ramble!! I loved these questions, thank you so much for sending them!!!!

If anyone has any more questions or thoughts feel free to send ‘em on over :D

[rotationalsymmetry]

Watching Season 3 of Leverage Redemption. Episode 1 felt kinda off, but episode 2 was perfect. We had ordinary people running into problems that were just a bit more than they could deal with, we had asshole villains (back to Leverage roots with a corrupt judge!), we had Shenanigans -- and it was also very modern and topical, with AI and gun violence and 3 D printing and tech startups and militias/disaster preppers...and a pretty solid attempt at discussing white privilege with a huge focus on Breanna who is such an awesome character (and they needed someone young, with Elliot and Parker and Hardison not being that young any more.) And actual law stuff, great use of the lawyer being a lawyer. Real good stuff.

Tim being very sympathetic was a really nice counterpoint to the whole "ugh what is with covnentionally attractive white guys getting everything handed to them on a silver platter, it's just not fair" and again I think Breanna was also presented very sympathetically here and you never see a black person being mad as hell about white privilege being presented sympathetically, you know?

[positivexcellence]

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[thaiattorney]

Thailand SMART Visa

1.1 Statutory Foundations

Established under Royal Decree on SMART Visa B.E. 2561 (2018)

Amended by Ministerial Regulation No. 377 (2021) expanding eligible sectors

Operates within Thailand 4.0 Economic Model under BOI oversight

1.2 Governance Structure

Primary Authority: Board of Investment (BOI)

Interagency Coordination:

Immigration Bureau (visa issuance)

Digital Economy Promotion Agency (tech qualifications)

Ministry of Higher Education (academic validation)

Technical Review Committees:

12 sector-specific panels

Investment verification unit

2. Eligibility Criteria & Qualification Pathways

2.1 SMART-T (Experts)

Compensation Thresholds

Base Salary: Minimum THB 200,000/month (USD 5,800)

Alternative Compensation:

Equity valued at 25% premium

Performance bonuses (capped at 40% of base)

2.2 SMART-E (Entrepreneurs)

Startup Metrics

Revenue Test: THB 10M+ ARR

Traction Test: 50,000 MAU

Funding Test: Series A (THB 25M+)

Accelerator Requirements:

DEPA-certified programs

Minimum 6-month incubation

3. Application Process & Technical Review

3.1 Document Authentication Protocol

Educational Credentials:

WES/IQAS evaluation for foreign degrees

Notarized Thai translations (MFA-certified)

Employment Verification:

Social security cross-check

Three professional references

3.2 Biometric Enrollment

Facial Recognition: 12-point capture system

Fingerprinting: 10-print electronic submission

Iris Scanning: Optional for Diamond tier

4. Privilege Structure & Compliance

4.1 Employment Rights Framework

Permitted Activities:

Primary employment (≥80% time)

Academic collaboration (≤20%)

Advisory roles (max 2 concurrent)

Restrictions:

Local employment outside specialty

Political activities

Unapproved commercial research

4.2 Dependent Provisions

Spousal Work Rights:

General employment permitted

No industry restrictions

Child Education:

25% tuition subsidy

University admission priority

4.3 Mobility Features

Airport Processing:

Dedicated SMART lanes at 6 airports

15-minute clearance guarantee

Re-entry Flexibility:

Unlimited exits

72-hour grace period

5. Sector-Specific Implementations

5.1 Biotechnology

Special Privileges:

Lab equipment duty waivers

Fast-track FDA approval

50% R&D tax deduction

5.2 Advanced Manufacturing

Incentives:

Robotics import tax exemption

Industrial land lease discounts

THB 500K training subsidy

5.3 Digital Infrastructure

Cloud Computing:

VAT exemption on services

30% energy cost reduction

Cybersecurity:

Liability protections

Gov't certification fast-track

6. Compliance & Monitoring

6.1 Continuous Reporting

Quarterly:

Employment verification

Investment maintenance

Annual:

Contribution assessment

Salary benchmarking

6.2 Renewal Process

Documentation:

Updated financials

Health insurance (USD 100K)

Performance metrics

Fees:

THB 10,000 renewal

THB 1,900 visa stamp

7. Emerging Developments

71 2024 Enhancements

Blockchain Specialist Category

Climate Tech Fast-Track

EEC Regional Expansion

7.2 Pending Reforms

Dual Intent Provision

Skills Transfer Mandate

Global Talent Pool

8. Strategic Application Approach

8.1 Pre-Submission Optimization

Compensation Restructuring

Patent Portfolio Development

Professional Endorsements

8.2 Post-Approval Planning

Tax Residence Strategy

Asset Protection

Succession Planning

9. Risk Management

9.1 Common Rejection Reasons

Document Issues (32%)

Qualification Gaps (28%)

Financial Irregularities (19%)

9.2 Operational Challenges

Banking Restrictions

Healthcare Access

Cultural Integration

[attorneyssphuket]

Thailand SMART Visa

1.1 Statutory Foundations

Established under Royal Decree on SMART Visa B.E. 2561 (2018)

Amended by Ministerial Regulation No. 377 (2021) expanding eligible sectors

Operates within Thailand 4.0 Economic Model under BOI oversight

1.2 Governance Structure

Primary Authority: Board of Investment (BOI)

Interagency Coordination:

Immigration Bureau (visa issuance)

Digital Economy Promotion Agency (DEPA) for tech qualifications

Ministry of Higher Education for academic validation

Technical Review Committees:

Sector-specific panels (12 industries)

Investment verification unit

2. Eligibility Criteria & Qualification Pathways

2.1 SMART-T (Experts)

Compensation Thresholds

Base Salary: Minimum THB 200,000/month (USD 5,800)

Alternative Compensation:

Equity valued at 25% premium to cash salary

Performance bonuses (capped at 40% of base)

2.2 SMART-E (Entrepreneurs)

Startup Metrics

Revenue Test: THB 10M+ ARR

Traction Test: 50,000 MAU

Funding Test: Series A (THB 25M+)

Accelerator Requirements:

DEPA-certified programs

Minimum 6-month incubation

3. Application Process & Technical Review

3.1 Document Authentication Protocol

Educational Credentials:

WES/IQAS evaluation for foreign degrees

Notarized Thai translations (certified by MFA)

Employment Verification:

Social security cross-check (home country)

Three professional references (direct supervisors)

3.2 Biometric Enrollment

Facial Recognition: 12-point capture system

Fingerprinting: 10-print electronic submission

Iris Scanning: Optional for Diamond tier

4. Privilege Structure & Compliance

4.1 Employment Rights Framework

Permitted Activities:

Primary employment with sponsor (≥80% time)

Academic collaboration (≤20% time)

Advisory roles (max 2 concurrent)

Restrictions:

Local employment outside specialty

Political activities

Unapproved commercial research

4.2 Dependent Provisions

Spousal Work Rights:

General employment permitted

No industry restrictions

Child Education:

25% tuition subsidy at partner schools

University admission priority

4.3 Mobility Features

Airport Processing:

Dedicated SMART lanes at 6 airports

15-minute clearance guarantee

Re-entry Flexibility:

Unlimited exits

72-hour grace period

5. Sector-Specific Implementations

5.1 Biotechnology

Special Privileges:

Lab equipment duty waivers

Fast-track FDA approval

50% R&D tax deduction

5.2 Advanced Manufacturing

Incentives:

Robotics import tax exemption

Industrial land lease discounts

THB 500K training subsidy

5.3 Digital Infrastructure

Cloud Computing:

VAT exemption on services

30% energy cost reduction

Cybersecurity:

Liability protections

Gov't certification fast-track

6. Compliance & Monitoring

6.1 Continuous Reporting

Quarterly:

Employment verification

Investment maintenance

Annual:

Contribution assessment

Salary benchmarking

6.2 Renewal Process

Documentation:

Updated financials

Health insurance (USD 100K)

Performance metrics

Fees:

THB 10,000 renewal

THB 1,900 visa stamp

7. Emerging Developments

7.1 2024 Enhancements

Blockchain Specialist Category

Climate Tech Fast-Track

EEC Regional Expansion

7.2 Pending Reforms

Dual Intent Provision

Skills Transfer Mandate

Global Talent Pool

8. Strategic Application Approach

8.1 Pre-Submission Optimization

Compensation Restructuring

Patent Portfolio Development

Professional Endorsements

8.2 Post-Approval Planning

Tax Residence Strategy

Asset Protection

Succession Planning

9. Risk Management

9.1 Common Rejection Reasons

Document Issues (32%)

Qualification Gaps (28%)

Financial Irregularities (19%)

9.2 Operational Challenges

Banking Restrictions

Healthcare Access

Cultural Integration

[thewritingautisticat]

🏀 Does your OC have any skills that people wouldn’t expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?

Thanks for the question!

For this one I'll do Jett. He doesn't have any hobbies or skills that are necessarily strange, although for those that only know him as a superhero some of them might be a bit of a surprise. He's particularly good with animals and knows how to give them first aid and take care of them when they're sick or malnourished, because as a kid (and even now as an adult) he would constantly bring home stray animals to take care of. He also really loves 3-D printing and putting together models and things like that! His brother Beck is far more into the tech-y stuff, but once Beck has the design figured out for a project, like a new weapon or prosthetic, then Jett is going to be the one getting the parts printed and put together.

[maciek-jozefowicz]

[26] “Wounded” — Derwent brush, Drawing group (in the Procreate app). I was thinking — we have the advanced technology to create digital art, but we lack the advanced technology to present digital art. Computer monitors, tablets and smartphones won’t do. They lack the necessary significance, momentousness, solemnity; as do modern printing methods, which are excellent for books and periodicals, but are too cheap-looking for art. (An art print is merely a glorified poster.) Digital art is the art of our age, digital age, and here is the list of the three technologies that digital artists need to properly present their art:

1) We need high resolution, thin digital screens. Imagine the screen of an iPad Pro the size of Rembrandt’s “The Night Watch” (11′ 11″ x 14′ 4″). Imagine a screen that is essentially as light and as thin as the thickest canvas and can be produced in any dimensions required; a screen that is powered by light, like a solar-powered calculator. (The solar panel would run along the circumference of the screen and would also serve as the frame for the artwork.)

This screen will not only present the digital art, hung on walls of homes, galleries and museums, but also present the video of how that digital art was created, thus revolutionizing the way we view art. We need Apple to do this. They created two fantastic tools for making digital art — the iPad Pro and the iPencil (it’s not really called that, but it should be) — and now they need to create the tool that will show this art in the most suitable way — on large, thin screens.

Art created digitally ought to be presented digitally, and on equal terms with the art of the past; meaning, digital art shown on these large canvas-like screens should hang alongside the paintings of Van Gogh, Monet, Cézanne, Picasso, Matisse, Kandinsky, etc.

2) We need new type of printing. We need printers that can print in depth — 3-D printers that print in full color. But that would just be transitional technology. We need printers that print with oil paints and can layer those paints the way that oil painters layer their paintings. We need printers that can “print” impasto. This would be an alternative way to high tech screens of presenting digital art. (I prefer the screens. If you want to make oil paintings then use oil paints. Unless you purposely want you digital art to “look” like oil paintings — a kind of trompe l'oeil l’oil.)

3) We need more advanced ebook presentation. I am thinking about my needs here. This isn’t about technology as much as coding. I am going to collect some of my art and publish it in book and in ebook forms. But I want the ebooks to be able to also have embedded videos, of the same size as the page of the artwork. The videos will show how each artwork was created. These ebooks will represent a new kind of art book.

The inclusion of videos inside ebooks will increase the file sizes of the ebooks significantly — imagine a book collecting images of 100 artworks and their corresponding 4K videos, each around 3 to 5 minutes long. Huge file size. Amazon and Apple will need to make the necessary data storage upgrades to make these kind of ebooks happen.

It’s worth it. These types of art books will not only create better educated viewers, they will also create future generations of superior artists.

[ennisblogger]

Coimbatore’s New Wave of Design Education: How the City Is Shaping India’s Next‑Gen Architects

Unlike bigger metros where learners are often confined to classroom theory, Coimbatore’s compact urban fabric lets studios spill into the streets. Students regularly map heritage precincts near Race Course, document green roofs in Kovaipudur, and prototype climate‑responsive facades that can handle the summer highs of Tamil Nadu. This “city‑as‑campus” model turns every semester into a portfolio of real‑world case studies.

2. Intersections of Tech and Craft

With several precision‑manufacturing parks on the city’s outskirts, architecture programs here lean heavily on digital fabrication. Workshops in CNC milling, 3‑D printing, and parametric design sit right beside clay‑model studios and vernacular building labs, giving learners both code and craft fluency — an edge recruiters increasingly demand.

3. Spotlight on Bumblebee’s Studio‑First Approach

Among the institutes championing this hybrid philosophy, Bumblebee stands out for its tightly mentored design studios, industry‑backed juries, and semester‑long community projects. Prospective students looking for an evidence‑based curriculum can explore Bumblebee’s detailed syllabus, admission criteria, and studio culture in this comprehensive guide to the best architecture courses in Coimbatore.

Best Architecture Courses in Coimbatore Tamil Nadu — Bumblebee

Career Trajectories Beyond the Drafting Table

A solid architectural education in Coimbatore opens doors well beyond the traditional “licensed architect” track:

Sustainable Design Consultant — Tackle net‑zero mandates for IT parks along Avinashi Road.

Urban Regeneration Specialist — Revive historic pockets like RS Puram while meeting smart‑city KPIs

Data‑Driven Space Planner — Use GIS and BIM to craft pandemic‑resilient campuses.

Design‑Tech Entrepreneur — Spin off start‑ups in modular housing or adaptive reuse.

Successful alumni cite the city’s maker culture, peer collaboration, and exposure to live projects as catalysts for their rapid ascent.

Choosing the Right Program: A Quick Checklist

Visit the Campus Studio: Does it buzz with iterative models or just rows of drafting tables?

Review the Portfolio Requirements: Look for balanced emphasis on concept, context, and constructability.

Speak to Current Students: Ask about mentorship hours, crit frequency, and software access.

Evaluate Industry Links: A pipeline to construction-tech firms or design consultancies is invaluable.

Assess Community Impact Projects: These show how theory translates to grassroots change.

Final Thoughts

For students seeking the best architecture courses in Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, the city’s institutions — particularly innovators like Bumblebee — offer an environment where design curiosity meets technological prowess. With thoughtfully crafted curricula, hands‑on studios, and a city that doubles as an urban laboratory, Coimbatore is poised to sculpt India’s next generation of architecture leaders.

Ready to sketch your future? Start your exploration with the in‑depth program breakdown linked above, schedule a campus tour, and discover how Coimbatore can turn your design aspirations into built reality.

[heathcaredirectmail]

How to Send Automated Direct Mail Letters Using an API

In an increasingly digital world, automation and personalization are the cornerstones of successful marketing. One channel that continues to prove its effectiveness is direct mail. When powered by an API, direct mail evolves from a traditional communication method to a dynamic, data-driven marketing tool. This guide explores how to send automated direct mail letters using an API, including benefits, setup, use cases, and best practices.

What Is an Automated Direct Mail API?

A Direct Mail API (Application Programming Interface) is a set of code protocols and tools that allow businesses to connect their CRM, eCommerce platform, or other software to a third-party direct mail service provider. Once connected, you can automatically generate, personalize, and send letters, postcards, or brochures through physical mail.

The entire process—from letter composition to print queue to delivery—is handled through simple API calls, removing the need for manual printing, addressing, or postage.

Benefits of Using an API for Direct Mail Letters

1. Efficiency Through Automation

With an API, direct mail campaigns become part of your automated workflows. Triggered mailings—such as sending a letter after a customer signs up, abandons a cart, or reaches a certain milestone—can happen without manual involvement.

2. Real-Time Personalization

Direct Mail APIs allow dynamic insertion of customer-specific data like names, offers, order history, or geographic content into each mail piece. This level of personalization dramatically boosts engagement and conversion rates.

3. Scalability for High-Volume Campaigns

From sending hundreds to millions of letters, APIs handle scale effortlessly. Whether you're launching a national campaign or a targeted outreach, the API ensures consistency and accuracy across volumes.

4. Reduced Operational Costs

Automation eliminates printing errors, manual labor, and the need for in-house printing resources. API-based mailing also ensures optimized postage and delivery routes, saving time and money.

5. Enhanced Tracking and Analytics

Advanced APIs offer status tracking, delivery confirmations, and reporting metrics. Marketers can analyze open rates, conversions, and ROI with more granularity than ever before.

Step-by-Step: How to Send Direct Mail Letters Using an API

Step 1: Choose a Direct Mail API Provider

Popular providers include Lob, PostGrid, Click2Mail, and Postalytics. Choose one based on:

Country and postal coverage

Letter formats (e.g., A4, folded mailers)

API documentation quality

CRM/eCommerce integrations

Pricing models (per mailpiece, subscription, bulk discounts)

Step 2: Get API Credentials

Register for an account and access your API key or token. This key authenticates your requests to the direct mail platform.

Step 3: Integrate With Your Tech Stack

Use one of the following:

No-code tools like Zapier, Integromat, or Tray.io

Native integrations with platforms like Salesforce, HubSpot, Shopify

Custom code integrations using languages like Python, JavaScript, or PHP

Step 4: Create Your Mail Templates

Design the body of your letter with placeholders for dynamic fields:

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Dear {{first_name}}, Thank you for purchasing {{product_name}}. Enjoy 10% off on your next order!

You can use HTML templates or platform-specific editors.

Step 5: Set Triggers or Events

Configure when the API should send the letter:

After customer registration

When a lead becomes inactive for 30 days

Upon completing a purchase

To follow up post-event or appointment

Step 6: Send API Request

Here’s a sample API request using cURL:

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curl https://api.mailprovider.com/v1/letters \ -H "Authorization: Bearer YOUR_API_KEY" \ -d '{ "to": { "name": "John Doe", "address_line1": "123 Main St", "city": "New York", "state": "NY", "postal_code": "10001" }, "from": { "company": "Your Company", "address_line1": "456 Agency Rd", "city": "Los Angeles", "state": "CA", "postal_code": "90001" }, "template": "promo_letter_01", "variables": { "first_name": "John", "product_name": "Wireless Earbuds" } }'

Step 7: Track Status and Confirm Delivery

Use the API to fetch delivery statuses or view reports:

bashCopy

Edit

GET https://api.mailprovider.com/v1/letters/{letter_id}/status

Use Cases of Automated Direct Mail Letters

1. E-Commerce Cart Abandonment

Send reminder letters with discount coupons to convert abandoned carts into sales.

2. Financial Services

Welcome new clients or deliver legally compliant notices using physical letters with tracking.

3. Real Estate

Automate property listing letters to specific zip codes based on market activity.

4. Healthcare

Send appointment reminders, compliance updates, and test results via HIPAA-compliant print-and-mail APIs.

5. Education & Non-Profits

Send donation requests, thank-you notes, or enrollment packets to segmented audiences.

Best Practices for Sending Direct Mail via API

Clean Your Mailing List: Ensure address accuracy using Address Verification APIs to avoid undeliverable mail.

Personalize Content: Use behavioral and transactional data to tailor the message.

Test in Sandbox Mode: Use API test environments to avoid accidental mailings.

Monitor API Errors: Log and respond to API response codes to fix failures quickly.

A/B Test Mail Variants: Test different letters to determine which copy/design performs best.

Ensure Legal Compliance: Follow data protection regulations (GDPR, HIPAA, CAN-SPAM) for data handling and messaging.

Challenges and Solutions

ChallengeSolutionAPI complexityUse SDKs and libraries provided by the providerData formatting issuesStandardize addresses before mailingRegulatory complianceUse providers that offer HIPAA, GDPR, and SOC2 certificationsPrint errorsUse preview or proof mode before triggering bulk sendsHigh costs for low volumeBatch mailings or use hybrid digital/print strategies

Conclusion: Automating Letters for Smarter Direct Mail

Integrating a Direct Mail API transforms how businesses send letters—making it faster, cheaper, and more impactful. Whether you're a marketer, developer, or business owner, leveraging automation in physical mail campaigns can unlock new engagement opportunities and streamline operations.

By using automated workflows, real-time personalization, and tracking, your brand can ensure every letter counts—delivered with precision and purpose.

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