#3d printer controller

[enlighten3d]

viridescents (emerald, to be specific) ranking of all the detective beebo endings:

ending 9 (unwilling symbiosis)

ending 2 (chronic condition)

ending 10 (endosymbiotic theory)

ending 4 (mimicry)

ending 1 (true ending?)

ending 5 (antibiotic treatment)

ending 3 (stationary phase)

ending 8 (cross-infection)

ending 7 (elephant herd)

ending 6 (natal homing)

to be clear, they are all wonderful. i am also a proponent of gay people being mentally ill

its been a wonderful weekend o7 thank you bwobgames for making this game. it has changed our brain chemistry

[sergeant-macho-nacho]

The same reason they are funding Israeli death squads is the same reason they overthrew Row v Wade, but not the Mulford act the NFA.

Conservatives don't want women or minorities to have rights.

[bellissmith]

Remote printing allows you to manage and control your 3D printers from anywhere, using cloud-based software. This technology is particularly valuable in engineering, where projects often require collaboration between multiple team members across different locations.

[kramlabs]

:

:

https://rumble.com/v4ozskx-breaking-pfizers-secret-vaccine-nanobots-to-upload-humans-to-the-internet.html

[hisfavoritesundress]

a/n: unedited, not proofread, just for fun <3

dating jason todd as red hood is something you haven't prepared yourself with.

aside from being the eventual personal nurse of his, but also your crazy bodyguard.

im not just talking about walking you home or taking you safely to any destination. He know your schedule every damn day, in every second, in every minute, with your knowledge of course, he wants you to understand that he is your boyfriend, and that's his job to protect you, but that doesn't mean he wants to control you, just letting you know that he'll jump off a building for you, just your word is all he needed.

he's jason todd, he doesn't settle for less., especially when it comes to your safety.

talking about tracking device, not just on your phone, he's not taking any chances, he's putting it everywhere, making a device inside a pendant, that small unnoticeable earrings, even around the band of your rings, panic button disguise as a cutesy little keychain, or even a pink little wrist watch, to monitor your pulse, all those devices connected to him, monitoring you when he's away and he'll be damned if something happens to you.

"this is a very cute keychain jay," you beamed, looking at him as he hand you a new design of keychain he made using 3d printer.

"yeah, it got a tracker, just in case," he said looking at you, "call me immediately if something came up, you can press it, it's a panic button too."

you bite a smile, "you're the best"

well, you're in Gotham and he's not risking even a little bit, so you can't blame him either.

"if you see something unusual, walk the other way, got it?" he said with that slight commanding voice that he used everytime he's talking about danger or Gotham or both, to you.

you look up to him. "yeah, got it"

"don't hesitate to call me or press that button, don't try to fight, just run if you can," he said even if the idea of you running from danger spins his head and taste bitter in his mouth, but it's the reality, despite how much he wants you to be in safety, there are circumstances that you might get involved.

"what if i don't have a choice but to fight babe?" you asked, curiously.

which he's well aware of, but he doesn't want to worry you.

he turn his back to the stainless steel table at the side and grab something and take it to you.

"this is a switch blade," he said, despite his initial disagreement of giving it to you, not that he doesn't trust you but because he would prefer you not getting hurt in the process, "it looks like a pen but when you click this," he demonstrate, clicking the button at the top, then the knife no longer than 5 cm glints under the florescent light, "it won't kill a man but it can nip a skin that would give you enough time to," he paused, "if it ever happened which won't ever," he added emphasizing his words, "will give you enough time to run," he added, watching your reaction, "press the same button, the blade goes back in."

"that's so cool," you smile, wanting to try it now, but he pulled his arm away before you could get the weapon.

"i want you to understand that this is not something you can just play around, doll," he frowned, unimpressed of your smile.

"yeah I know babe," you said, looking up to him. "I just wanna try it'

"you won't use it unless, unless, you really really need it," he said, firmly, "this is your last resort, you have every means of reaching me before you use this," he added, "are we clear?"

you nodded again.

"use your words"

"i promise, i won't use it unless i really really need it," you repeated, taking his words to heart.

he sighs and hand you the cute weapon, it's in pink, with glitter details around the rim of the button. "just be careful around it," he said, never looking away from you.

you smile softly, "i promise, i do, I'll call you first."

he sighs, at least you and him are in the same page, "okay," he said, reluctant to give the weapon to you, "you have to press it with a bit pressure so the blade comes out," he explained, while you hold the ball pen around your hand, "so it won't be an accident, when you bury it in your bag" he added.

"does it comes with other colors too?" you asked, looking at the table.

he shook his head, "no, just one, I only made that for you," he said.

weeks later, he saw you opening a package using the very weapon, he only shook his head and smile, cause let's face it, he's your real weapon.

[jojo-schmo]

I always wanted to ask but got nervous

Between Forgo Masked Dedede vs. Awoofy Prince Bandee

Who'd win? Like I love the role swap between them but the idea of who's more powerful between the two while brainwashed got me thinking 🤔

Also I am getting a 3d printer soon and learning sculpting and I love the forgotten world roleswap and you're making tempted to actually buy the game so watch out I am gonna attempt to print and paint that awoofy boi!

(I just realized you specifically asked about the masked versions of these characters- but my imagination went wild and I explored their first boss fight form first-! I am so sorry about that and I’ll try to explore their masked versions sometime soon <3 )

SO Primal Dedede vs Primal Bandee was a wild idea to explore (pun intended). They’re both very powerful in their own right- Dedede’s larger size and strength makes him a tank. But Bandee’s smaller size and speed make him nimble! So I couldn’t come up with a winner yet. :’D

But the battle itself is pretty tragic and emotional on principle-!! A King vs his most loyal subject, but neither of them are really in fully control of their actions…. And in the Forgotten Land Light Novels, when Bandee fights Primal Dedede, he’s so filled with despair and shock that he can barely move, and the guilt of fighting Dedede, even if it was necessary, stayed with him for almost the entire rest of the story!

But under Fecto Forgo’s control? Dreamland’s stubborn King, and most loyal guardian…? This is something neither of them would back down from. And since they’re not themselves, I think they would resort to more vicious and under-handed maneuvers that would deeply shock both of them when they’re back to normal.

Here’s some of my brainstorming while considering this!

Two Beasts meet in that fated arena in Winter Horns…. Circling each other to gauge each other’s strengths and weaknesses…

The battle begins with their powerful battle cries!!

Dedede goes straight in with his hammer, but I love the idea that Bandee has some great strength hidden in him… Remember Megaton Punch? <3

Bandee tries his claws-

But Dedede’s larger size makes close combat more risky. (Side note, Primal Dedede picks up Bandee and throws him to the ground in the Light Novels too!) I think it’s a pretty brutal move that regular Dedede would never try- his pride in his battle skills is too great to resort to this.

Spearing the Great King’s robes?! A callous action Primal Bandee doesn’t think twice about. Humiliated and enraged by being punted into the ground, he punches the King with all his might.

The King is PISSED. His pride is intact even through Fecto’s influence. Let’s see how you like it, you puny pup….

The second phase of the fight begins at some point and Dedede wields the pillar from the arena-

\

But The Awoofy Prince upgrades his weapon too….!

So yeah! I had to stop brainstorming since I have other projects to finish but I hope you enjoy my short exploration of, “What if these two were both brainwashed into a primal state, were not on the same side, and had to fight?”

And thank you for the kind words, dear Anon! I hope everyone knows they can ask me whatever they’d like! I just may not be able to answer everything but asks do bring me a lot of joy!

AND OMG- if you ever DO make a Primal Bandee figure…. It would fill me with indescribable joy if you could share some pictures of him! Thanks for the ask <3

[unpretty]

packing for a two week trip like, "okay i've got my phone, my work phone, my tablet, my ereader, my laptop, my mp3 player, my steam deck, my switch, my 3ds, my earbuds, my headphones, my controller, my solar charging lamp, my yubikey, my novelty bear-shaped thermal sticker printer, and all my chargers. i will buy deodorant when i get there."

[honeytonedhottie]

lets talk manifestation⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍭

this post is intended to inform you about the law of assumption, kind of like a master post if its something that you'd like to get into. i've talked about the loa countless times and i'll continue to do so to encourage u all to apply the law and live the life of ur dreams ✨

if u already know about the law, this post will serve as a reminder that manifesting is EASY and that you know how to do it. its easy peasy! if u wanna know more about manifesting, join my google class 💕

WHAT IS MANIFESTATION ;

manifestations is the law of the UNIVERSE. its our nature and we've been doing it infinitely. we are always manifesting. ur inner world translates to ur outer world. manifestation is controlling (disciplining urself) ur thoughts so that u can control your reality, and you DO control your reality subconsciously. but its just what u think -> what u experience. MANIFESTATION = CURATING UR WORLD.

WHERE DOES DISCIPLINE COME IN ;

if u dont take the time to curate ur thoughts then ur world is just gonna be running on autopilot based on what you've been conditioned to believe. you're always selecting experiences based on what u focus on.

for example if ur constantly complaining, ur reality will just give u more things to complain about because thats what ur focusing on. whats in ur mind translates to ur reality.

HOW TO MAKE IT WORK FOR YOU ;

shifting ur thoughts and thinking only what u want to experience. u select new experiences through ur mind. from my experience what i KNOW works is affirming and thats universal. so if u love affirming then good for you, but its all about finding what u can do better. for me its affirming, for some people its visualization just do you.

a helpful analogy to make things a little clearer is to imagine ur mind as a printer and whatever u feed the printer is whats going to be expressed into ur reality. YOU are the one feeding the printer meaning that you are in control.

what u need to do to start applying the law of assumption is decide. decide that ur not going to be a victim in ur own reality and stand on ur decision. for the first couple of days/or weeks you'll still be experiencing ur old beliefs because they were so ingrained in you.

but instead of falling back into old patterns you'll respond differently to ur 3D circumstances. by not reacting to unfavorable circumstances your not re-selecting that experience.

[hellishcircusworld]

Hello! I am back. It's Been a while since i've Been Here. Today i Got inspired by this scene from Digital Circus Episode 5 trailer...

(This is my first 3d art after this pic)

And i actually think this Will happen after he span.

My theory for the episode:

The gang goes to the first adventure, which is the hunting... Then Caine flips through various papers until he finds office adventure and the mafia adventure. But then things start to get out of Control when Caine is Alone at Circus, maybe with Zooble. Then, in office, Kinger summons paper A4 demon from 9th ring of hell because he Accidentally putted into a printer that prints A4 demons. Also, Caine could possibly go Wild and Glitch through whole episode, as we see in picture below, he spins for some reason.

Comment your theory!

[sergeant-macho-nacho]

A $30 product being sold for $2000 is the artificial inflation caused by gun control.

[squirmydads-creations]

"So are you just going to use that 3D printer to make toys?"

Nooo, I made a pen holder. I think it adds character to my control booth. 🙂

[silentmagi]

Awkward Arrival:

First headcanon off the bat, 2 in 1, a name and thing, tessa’s design of what she call’s “protection model drones” are different then disassembly drones a few key ways

1.Sturdier build and only slightly more humanoid but overall still a drone.

2.Weapons are more varied and customizations/attachments for weapons can be spawned via a 3d printer that’s designed to look like a satchel at either hip, and a new weapon can be uploaded to the cloud at any point (I imagine Uzi would be happy to lend design schematics to see what a version of her railgun would look like on a PM drone body) but the weapon swap system is a bit slower to load the weapon,a 0.5 second slower to be exact (eldritch magic be damned, tessa got close).

3.no oil hunger thankfully but there is alot more oil acting as the blood of this machine.

4.backups of personal memory of the unit are done CONSTANTLY and the drone themselves is their own admin.

5.has tools for repairing regular drones as well in the arsenal

6.has a version of the patch installed in their hardware, allowing transfer of solver users into PM drone bodies

7.has a sharp knife-tipped usb with a copy of the patch on it as apart of the weapon arsenal

8.instead of the color scheme of the yellow and black of safety tape, its green and red.

Her J was of course the first subject, and also managed to free her from solvers admin controls and gave her memories back.A lot of digital tears were shed that day because solver implemented a false memory of her killing tessa, which Tessa removed before giving admin over to her jaybird.

2nd headcanon: The spaceship base is the most self-indulgent looking home of tessa, her interests on full display, she has found and made a station for oxygen tank refills, there is more futuristic stuff, mainly lots of old food and water producing related tech (thankfully J has watched her and she has a green thumb)

3rd headcanon: Tessa has had to learn how to make ammo and make new weapon designs to deal with dd’s due to the last planet she was on, picked it up from a old weapon smith colony on the same planet(they were the weapon supplier during the solver war)

1 Question: how is cyn feeling amidst all of this as she watches from the back of her own mind?

Awkward Arrival

I love the idea that Tessa would make the Protection Model Drones (PMD), with the Solver's Disassembly Drones (SDD) being inferior knock offs.

Probably would have them based off construction drones to start study, and just add some armor without cutting functionality.

The greater variety would make up for the delay in making a weapon, especially once Uzi gets the greenlight to have some fun making more weapons. She actually is slowed down due to upload speeds.

Probably also took care of the heat problem that caused the oil hunger.

Great idea, cloud back ups every hour, and a full system back up at night.

They are uploaded to the cloud for the weapons under a sub folder.

Excellent touch for them to have that patch, and that it's updated.

File number 00003 is the USB penetration unit.

This is her gift to the universe so the Christmas Colors are thematic.

J needs therapy, Tessa needs therapy, EVERYONE NEEDS THERAPY! No, group therapy is not kissing Tessa, Jaybird, get it together you two... NOT THAT WAY!

I could see her making it an even fancier mansion than her parents could imagine, and every inch is full of her interests and love. J keeps her alive by reminding her to use the food and water machines.

I could see her developing a love of kinetic and beam weapons over ballistic weapons. She gathers all blueprints she can find, no matter what.

1 Answer: Cyn is glad to see the two of them, and hopes that they can stop her, and the monster she has become.

[dollsahoy]

Hello, Tumblr Hive Mind

I am looking for a 3D printable file knock off of a True Balance offset spinning disk stacking toy for hand-eye coordination and fine motor control exercises

This thing

No amount of logical-to-me descriptors that I have put into a search on Maker World has managed to turn up anything besides this

which is cute, but I'm hoping for something closer to the original toy, and not something that would need to be edited. And, while I do think the design is simple enough that my friend with the printer could scratch model it, or modify this file, I don't want to make them do that much work, y'know?

Thanks!

[eloquentcoconut]

☆ Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes ☆

Synopsis: Thorn thought they joined the board game club; not the boring games club. Featuring streaming Dress to Impress with Iida, Azul, and Ortho.

Word Count: 2,810

Notes: My first twst drabble part of a small series in my fanfic called ~ Intermission ~ The full collection can be found all together in 'TWST Upon A Time' on wattpad/ao3/quotev. This short was inspired by Caseoh and Sturniolo commentary.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

I let out a sigh as I glance around the board game room. Everyone else was getting fired up in their game play while I was left feeling drained playing twst’s version of Monopoly with two sinfully boring men. 

“Not that I’m not riveted to the spot playing ‘Proprietorship’ but can’t we play something more engaging… Doesn’t Twisted Wonderland have any video games?”

“Quiet! (I’m counting…)” Azul mumbled, eyes never leaving the board as he concentrated on strategizing his victory. 

“Don’t hurt yourself.” I eye rolled. 

Idia thumbed through his cards. “Just considering your best interests normie, since you know nothing of Twisted Wonderland’s games we gotta start on easy mode with parental controls.”

I side eyed Idia. “You two still owe me from that whole ghostly groom-napping. And I’ve decided I want to play a video game with you two.”

“What could I possibly OWE you? If anything YOU OWE ME for having to rescue you as well!” Azul quipped, head turning sharply in my direction. 

“Don’t start Azul! You failed! Became a Slapsville citizen, and I had to rescue YOU by the end!” I stood from my chair pointing at Azul.

Azul’s face grew flush from anger as he also rose from his seat. “I seem to recall a certain SOMEONE asking to reward their savior with a kiss?!” 

Sensing an oncoming argument from Azul and I, and not wanting to relive *that* Idia snapped. “Ok fine! Let’s go to my dorm room, I’ll teach you how to be a pro gamer!” 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Idia’s room could best be categorized as ‘disorganized otaku’ - so the average otaku room experience. Posters lined the walls, and despite having an impressive hexagonal bookcase, topped with anime figurines and a Pain and Panic plushies, stray books littered the floor. Actually with so many clusters of half open boxes and cables, the floor was more like a mini labyrinth. There was a gigantic holographic-pod-chamber that looked like a prop straight from a sci-fi film that sat to the left of Idia’s desk. Maybe that was an elaborate 3D printer or a charging station for Ortho? Directly in front of his bookcase was his pc desk with at least four floating holographic monitors open, complete with *the* gamer chair. The chair, and keyboard were infused with rainbow led lights. His closet door and drawers were left open with clothes hastily shoved in. His bed matched the secondary theme of the room; dark blues, greys and blacks. The blankets and sheets were in disarray, and on the side that touched the wall was either a lamp or a tablet that had been clipped into the bed frame as a hands free device.   

Ortho, who had been milling about in the room, turned his head upon hearing our arrival. “Big brother! Thorn! Ashengrotto. Good job big brother on inviting friends over.” Ortho gave a thumbs up and winked. 

Idia made an indignant squeak and Azul just chuckled, pushing up his glasses. 

I smiled at Ortho. “Hi Ortho! I’m here to learn how to play video games, care to join?”

“(thank the great seven for Ortho… Less socializing for me!)” Idia muttered and thrifted through his room.

Ortho nodded. “Mmm! You came to the right person: my big brother is a certified gaming expert; there’s nothing you can’t learn with Gloomurai as your teacher.”

As Idia moved the monitors to face the side of his bed, Azul made a comment. “I’ve heard online streaming is becoming more popular - this could be a wonderful business opportunity for you Gloomurai.” 

“(Helping yourself, you mean…)” Idia glared at his ‘friend.’ 

“Let’s all commemorate your first time playing with other people physically by recording it, as a fun memory to look back on!” Ortho suggested. 

Idia sighed and gave his younger brother a wispy smile, “sure Ortho. (I’ll record alright, not clicking live though, no way I’m leaving a digital footprint with these two betas.)” 

“Oh! Senpai! I know I said I wanted to learn a Twisted Wonderland game but…” I started typing on Idia’s rainbow light up keyboard. “Ortho was telling me about how you’ve got an eye for fashion, and I thought,” with a right click of the mouse pad ‘Dress to Impress’ was loaded on the screen. “We could try playing this super trendy game where I’m from!”

“...Thorn who do you take us for? Isn’t this a kid's game?” Azul questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Ah! You would think so, but there’s strategizing to appeal to the judges who are also our competitors, underhanded tactics to ensure a clean sweep with a touch of luck. As much as it's about fashion, it gets cutthroat, petty, and biased. With us as a team, we’ll wipe the floor with these outmoded noobs!” I passionately explain. 

Azul crossed his arms, “hm, your egotistical tendencies are rubbing off on Thorn.” 

“Heh, it’s true I excel at coordinating outfits, maximizing their in-game properties while simultaneously keeping them ultramodern,” Idia cracked his knuckles, “I’ll show you how it's done. (Whoooa, I totally just delivered a badass cool guy protagonist line!!)” 

“I’ll generate some V-cam models so you can match with me, @ Cheerinja and @ Gloomurai!” Ortho said, eyes turning blue as he compiled a data spreadsheet and projected some models for @ Azzurrpod (Azul) and @ Alienprotag (Thorn) to choose from. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

After the first round, everyone had become invested in obtaining a spot on the podium by any means necessary. Even after we realized Idia had accidentally hit live instead of record, we made the most of it and carried on. As the game play grew more intense, we huddled in closer on the bed, Azul scooting in closer off the edge next to Idia, I was on his other side and Ortho was next to me. Gloomurai’s viewership continued going up, with chat spamming messages and gifts, as we bickered amongst ourselves and them.

Our theme this round was ‘pirate’ it was Azul’s turn with the controller, and he ate I fear. Our character was practically a siren in sea captain’s gear. 

A smooth male computer generated voice read out a gift message from @ Shiiok.ing. “Captain Jack Spare-no-food.” [Donated 1 Madol]

Azul was not pleased and swiftly delivered a “moderators, expel that guy right now.”

The way in which Azul said it made me want to tease him, so I put on a silly voice and said “Mr. Electric, send this man to the principal's office and have him expelled immediately!” 

Idia and Ortho did nothing to silent their laughter. 

Before Azul could say anything, another message came in, from @ Whimsqueeze. “Azzurrpod, you’re built like my 83 y/o grandma.” [Donated 1 Madol]

“Unless your 83 year old grandma is 5’9 and ripped, no I’m not.” Azul wasn’t having any of it. 

@ Shiiok.ing added ““5’9 sideways.” [Donated 1 Madol]

“WHO TF SAID THAT?” Azul’s eyes instantly locked onto the usernames, he recognized these two jokers. He banned them from commenting for the rest of the stream.

As I hit them with pose #28, I half-heartedly tried to comfort Azul. “Man really spent 1 madol to type that out.” 

“Tch. Yeah.” Azul went back to focusing on the game.

During the next round, we were able to choose a theme, and every theme I recommended was shown no mercy. 

“No, absolutely not.”

“Yeah. Do better. Try harder.”

“According to my research, those themes aren’t popular. But good try!”

I was shot down so quick I just looked around at the group and deadpanned “so should I k*ll myself?”

Idia and Azul were caught off guard and laughed, Ortho however did not and asked me to never make that type of joke again. I agreed. 

Finally, the theme had been announced. A singular word was on screen. ‘Cat.’

“What clown put that in?” I asked, slightly ticked.

“That’s Idia’s theme.” Azul helpfully supplied.

“You guys gave me grief for ‘princess’ and ‘picnic’ but ‘cat’ is somehow better?!” I started. 

In the middle of our bickering, the automated voice read a gift message from @ Obnoxiou_thingg. “Kittens can you count down for me? I’m almost finished.” [Donated 50 Madol]

The room went quiet. While Azul and Idia had equally looks of shock and disgust. Ortho and I were lost. 

“There’s a timer on screen though? Can you not see it?” Ortho said this and double checked to make sure that the screen recording was still working. 

I added, “finished what? Using our gameplay as background noise to cook a cake or something? Just use a proper timer?” 

Chat spammed ‘r/whoosh’ as Idia and Azul looked at Ortho and I in a mix of relief and concern.  

Idia’s hair flickered red and using a deep voice changer he yelled “GET OFF OF THE CHANNEL!”

Ortho, Azul, and I laughed harder before going back to gameplay.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 

Once our live ended, Ortho stepped out to take care of some other tasks while Azul and Idia eventually came to an agreement on which video game was the best Twisted Wonderland had to offer. 

Idia was recharging with some gamer fuel, cute mini candy makers and sugary drinks. 

“It's like playing a game irl.” He grinned, mixing the highly saturated liquid with the smallest spoon known to man. 

Once the glowing green gummy worms had set, Iida offered Azul and I some. Azul made a face at that. We brought our attention back to the monitor.   

‘Final Kingdom’ An open rpg that featured a wide roster of unique characters with a compelling ever-changing plot with high stakes, battles, gacha, otome moments, and based on the player’s strategic gameplay - offered almost no two gameplays alike. The visuals and music were nothing short of cinematic. In my opinion, it was reminiscent of Fire Emblem x Monster Hunter. Of course, for the grand experience, Idia took us all the way back to the prologue.

“Can you two extras stop pressing up against me?” Idia fidgeted in between Azul and I, the tips of his hair turning pink.

“Do you think anyone enjoys doing this? Invest in actual chairs and we wouldn't be in this predicament.” Azul berated, purposely pressing into Idia’s side more.

“(The calculated possibility for people visiting was less than 0.01%.)” Idia gripped.

“Four floating screens and only one that actually shows gameplay, cut us a break senpai." I said.  

“Ugh.” Idia dropped the matter and continued guiding me through the controls and in-game lore and explaining any cultural references. Sometimes Azul would butt in just to argue with Idia’s knowledge. Ortho wasn’t kidding when he said his brother was like a teacher, it was very easy to follow along.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

It was late into the night, and it felt like we had barely scratched the surface of gameplay.

Azul looked at his watch and said, “not that this isn’t invigorating, but I’ve got other business to take care of. So, if you’ll excuse me.”  

Azul attempted to leave when Idia shot back. “Heh, what’s the matter Azul? Malding ‘cause the noob is a better player than you?” 

“Past your wittle baby bedtime?” I smirked. 

Azul rolled his eyes. “Unlike you two I’ve got a lounge, clients-”

“Wah, wah, wah, give it a rest will ya baby?” I teased, despite feeling tired myself.

Idia added. “It's the first boss. But it's probably out of your expertise, of course you must have planned for this with your strategic exit.”

Azul snatched the controller and sat back down.

The first boss battle was beyond difficult. Even when Azul and I begrudgingly worked together, (read: hurled insults at one another) the monster remained undefeated. We wordlessly agreed and passed the controller to Idia.

As Idia played, I heard soft snores coming from Azul’s side. I glanced over and sure enough he was asleep. I looked up to Idia and he made no indication that he noticed. I yawned as I decided to rest my eyes. I’ll open them again whenever Idia eliminates the first boss. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

“UHH?!” Was the noise Idia let out upon realizing he was trapped between his two sleeping board game buddies.

‘Whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido?’ Flashed in Idia’s malfunctioning brain. He attempted to wiggle his way out, moving backwards so the duo wouldn’t hit the floor, but he ended up falling backwards instead, causing the pair to lay on his chest.

A high-pitched whistle was let out as his hair turned a deep set rose color.

‘How do I keep finding myself in these overrun cliche anime tropes?! I’m just an introverted social outcast! This shouldn’t happen to guys like me! HSDJKGSCUHASOI.’ 

Thank and praise the Great Seven that Ortho had returned! Idia mouthed the words ‘save me brother.’

Ortho blinked and silently giggled and projected the message:

[Your socialization is leveling up. I’m proud of you big brother! I’m just here to return a book I borrowed. Good night!]

Idia resigned to his fate and passed out from embarrassment. 

Before Ortho left, he tucked the trio into bed and took a photo of Idia’s first sleepover. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

The pair had subconsciously managed to use Idia as a mattress. The accidental cuddle pile was as follows: Azul’s head lay on Idia’s chest with his limbs outstretched, wrapped around Idia and Thorn - hugging them close. Thorn’s head rested slightly above Azul’s, while Idia felt comforted by the pressure and had both his arms rested on the backs of the prefects.

Idia and Azul were the first ones to wake up. Their eyes bugged out once conscious enough to take in the situation and frantically, yet silently, pulled away as to not disrupt Thorn. 

“(What are YOU doing? What were WE DOING?)” Azul whispered and shouted.

“(You two fell asleep and pinned me! I couldn’t move!)” Idia whined quietly.

I rolled over and rubbed my head into the ‘pillow’ in an attempt to relax. ‘Are Grim and the ghosts arguing again? Ugh I don’t care, I’m sleepy, can’t they argue away from a sleeping person?’

After Thorn let out a huff, the duo picked up where they stopped.

“(SO WAKE US UP??!)” Azul countered, fixing up his attire.

“(Azul I tried! I passed out from your normie germs.)” Idia informed, turning his head as far as he could away from Thorn’s. 

“Hmm? Azul’s here…?” I mumbled. Still not entirely awake.

“(WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?)” Idia whispered shrieked, vibrating in fear as Azul took out his phone.

“(Isn’t it obvious? Collecting insurance.)” Azul’s glasses let off a shine as his camera shutter went *snap*.

With so much shaking from the bed, I swatted my hand back in an attempt to get ‘Grim’ to stop doing whatever it was he was doing. “Hemmy, Julie, Cassey… Go take care of your son… Before sunrise he’s yours.” 

“Wake up prefect.” Azul said, having sat on the other side of Thorn.

Idia mouthed the words ‘what did I ever do to you?! Abort! Stop!’

‘Prefect…?’ Looks like Azul let himself into my room, impatient octopus. I sat up and turned and realized I wasn’t in my room. Azul looked like the cat that just got the cream, and I looked down to see a scarlet Idia covering his face with both hands.

“...What are you two doing?” I asked slowly.  

“Heh. Looks like we both fell asleep in Idia’s bed. Good morning and goodbye to you both.” And like that Azul walked out.

I would have spoken more with Idia, but he was a babbling red swirling mess. “Sorry for falling asleep on you Idia, I’ll just go now.”

Idia frantically nodded; face still covered as I left. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

“I can’t believe you let me sleep with the two prefects…” Idia rubbed his face tiredly. As it would turn out, passing out is not a form of well rested sleep, who knew?

Ortho tried to reassure his brother. “Think of it to a practice run, after all, the Ramshackle prefect, she-”

“(she?..)

She?

SHE?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE?!” 

Idia’s hair shot up frantically as he stared in horror at his brother. 

“I misspoke.” Ortho looked off to the side. 

“IT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO MAKE A MISTAKE! I PROGRAMED YOU!” Idia panicked. “HOLY GREAT SEVEN A GIRL HUNG OUT WITH ME (and was in my room?! dsjfbjsbdfis)” 

Idia threw himself under the covers as his only means of protection against such a twisted fate. 

Ortho frantically waved his arms around. “Shh! Brother it's a secret!”

“Rip Idia you won’t be missed.” Promptly Idia passed out. 

 ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

[new-bug-ideas]

bug that secretly controls a 3D printer and has to use a bunch of levers and switches to make stuff

This bug has incredible power and must use it wisely

[ottopilot-wrote-this]

Generational Trauma

Once more unto the breach of @subliminalbo's Romero Literary Universe. This story references characters from the Obedience by Fleur series. This is also a prequel to Backend Support, though both stories (hopefully) stand on their own.

Thanks again to my friend @subliminalbo (also at @subliminalboarchive) for the art trade and collaboration.

Bailey Castillo set the clippers on the sink counter and rubbed the base of her skull. She was a queer woman, it certainly wasn't her first time getting an undercut. But it was the first time she'd done it to herself.

It made her smirk to herself. Given the grim nature of what she had talked herself into, Bailey could use all the levity she could muster.

She had an undercut when she met Ed. It was a good metaphor, she thought. Under that big head of dark curls, there was an edge. Her fresh face and polite smile were a mask, disguising survival instincts and a pragmatism you could only get by growing up Black, asexual, and female in Romero, Washington.

Bailey rubbed the shaving gel in her wet fingers until it foamed up. Smelling of peaches, she rubbed it on her shaved hair. After rinsing her hands, she rinsed the razor's blade, new and sharp, in the cold water of the faucet.

It seemed a strange offer. What did a lingerie company need with an embedded systems designer? Software devs for e-commerce, sure. But she specialized in hardware, in writing firmware, in the arcane art of assembly code.

Beggars couldn't be choosers, though. Not beggars who had a degree from the local party school, because Mamá got a discount on tuition, and it was what they could afford. Certainly not beggars who would take the first offer they could get that would get them away from this cesspool. Bailey shaved her neck and the undercut area with smooth, careful strokes.

Her first mistake was trusting. Trusting that if she did a good job - and her control array for Obedience by Fleur was, objectively, goddamn genius - she'd be recognized for it.

Bailey rinsed the razor of shaving cream and tiny black hairs. Won't make that mistake again.

She had overestimated Ed King. She bought his Silicon Valley rep, and failed to see he wasn't any different from Romero's traditional power brokers. He was a carnival barker, not a visionary like he thought he was. She was a commodity to him, not a person. If Obedience failed, she would've taken the blame; but since it succeeded, he was more than happy to take all the credit.

Bailey rubbed the smooth wet skin on her neck, checking for missed spots. Elena wasn't any better. She got what she wanted from Bailey, and that made her disposable. It was a blessing, really. Bailey was a natural beauty, but her curvy hips and thighs meant she wasn't model thin, and it also meant she was back at her mother's house in Romero, and not mindlessly, dutifully, licking Elena's designer boots.

Toweling off her neck, Bailey shifted away from the sink toward the 3D printer. She triple-checked her work.

When she first read about needleless tattoos in Wired, at all just clicked into place. A silicon ink payload in dissolvable microneedles. Putting the Obedience tech inside the subject. Permanently. Forget the sensors, pair the array with a fitness tracker or smartwatch. An AI sidecar to increase subject safety. No more brain damage.

Stealing the base software from Ed King? Bailey had no qualms about stealing from a thief. But she needed stake money. It was surprisingly easy to talk the Chinese triads into financing her. But they wanted proof before they pumped more yuan into her operation.

The 3D printer hummed to life as it printed the dissolvable needles, loaded with silicon ink, onto the dermal patch. This was, of course, a fork, custom firmware modified from the base model. Unfortunately, you can't just print a tiny one of these and slap it on a lab rat.

And experimenting on an unwilling human subject… That was something they would do. Bailey wasn't a monster. Not yet.

The array was done. It was a rectangle about the size of deck of cards. The trick had been spacing, making sure the crudely printed lines wouldn't bleed or touch accidentally when applied. Bailey's array was, of course, unique. She'd created a hyperfocus routine that, when enabled, could drown out stimulation and increase cognitive ability temporarily. More importantly, the mind control protocols were blunted, and she wrote an additional protection against mesmerism: the ability to mentally control her hormone levels.

But at the end of the day, this was modified Obedience by Fleur firmware. Bailey knew there was an unknown period where she would have to take Obedience's best punch, enduring and outlasting it, before the AI sidecar would read her biofeedback and adjust the indoctrination protocols lower. She was prepared for it, with a physical anchor.

She took the black choker, her mother's, in her left hand. When Mamá died, shortly after Bailey came back to Romero with her tail between her legs, it was in her jewelry box.

Bailey didn't know how to reconcile that. Mamá never said anything. She didn't have to. When she left the house wearing this choker, all painted up when she should have been in bed, the vacant look told young Bailey everything. But to keep this in an intimate place, where she likely saw it every day - before the early-onset Alzheimer's rotted her from the inside out - what did that mean?

That she missed it?

Bailey gripped the choker tightly, feeling the satin in her delicate fingers. She couldn't guess what went through her mother's mind. Bailey only knew what it meant to her: anger. Abandonment issues. A keepsake of a life she would never, ever lead.

One last check. One last chance to bitch out.

Bailey sat upright in her work stool. She prepared the tattoo array patch, removing it from the printing tray. She looked again at the choker in her left hand, her anchor to reality. She took the patch, and affixed it to the base of her skull.

At first, there was a cold, wet feeling. Like ultrasound gel. And it itched, probably from the microneedles penetrating her skin. Bailey's research indicated there wouldn't be any pain from the actual absorption of the silicon ink into her dermis, just a slight delay.

Immediately, she realized she'd miscalculated.

Bailey had set the weights on the Obedience protocol to fifty percent. She barely had time to process that was too high before she was inundated with sensation. "Oh… Fuck," she moaned breathlessly. It was so hard to think from the pleasure. Warm and comforting, like a blanket. Like a hug, but not a hug from just anyone. From someone precious. From a lover.

Then she felt something new. A flicker, at first. Then a slow burning heat. Then an intense raging inferno, burning between her legs, deep inside her, in her very soul. Bailey instinctively put her hand there, but it was a huge mistake. Immediately she rubbed her engorged clit through her panties, wetness spreading through the dainty cotton fabric.

Lust? But I'm fucking ace, Bailey thought, before the first orgasm hit.

Wave after wave of euphoric gratification pounded her senses like a tempestuous ocean.

Shit! this is- Then another.

Tides of pleasure washed over her.

The choker. Have to- Another.

The powerful undertow eroded her reason and resistance.

Mamá, I-

The blissful sensations overwhelmed Bailey, preventing the formulation of new thoughts, until she just simply stopped trying.

And then she was under. Submerged. Sounds fading. The world oh, so far away.

She was better this way, she saw that. It was better to stop resisting, stop trying to think, and just accept it. As she enthusiastically fingered her soggy cunt, mouth open, her body rewarding her for her compliance, Bailey thought she heard something. It was her own voice, moaning and panting and… giggling. Being dumb, and sexy, and available - it made her happy?

When was the last time she could say that, that she was legitimately happy?

She understood. She could feel like this for the rest of her life, and she only had to do one thing. Let go. Let go of the past, let go of the trauma, let go of the hurt. Let go of herself. The fingers on Bailey's left hand loosened their grip. The choker threatened to fall to the floor. No, not fall. To sink. To sink and drop, deeper and deeper. Her mind was still. Vacant. Empty, except for one thing creeping into her consciousness.

No. Not today.

Bailey's fingers tightened. She could feel the smooth satin, once cold, now hot with her own emanating warmth. She thought of Mamá, looking more like a movie starlet than her tireless, caring mother. Bailey saw her walk out the door, not even turning back to her crying daughter. And she remembered her pledge, to Mamá, to herself: it ain't gonna be me. Not today. Not ever.

Bailey held the choker with a steel grip, as if her life depended on it. It did. The choker was a life preserver in the choppy ocean of arousal flooding her mind and body. She had no idea how anyone could take twice as much of this. It was no wonder Obedience's control was absolute and immediate.

Slowly, she felt it. The constant bombardment of pleasure losing its steam. Waters receding. Her thoughts forming more easily, coherently. Her breathing stabilizing, and the hot flush of her arousal lowering to a simmer. "Set dopamine levels to zero," she gasped. She didn't need to say the words out loud for it to work, but in her disheveled state she needed to hear it. To remind herself she was in control.

She looked in a nearby mirror. Her eyes were a milky solid white, all sclera, no pupils. Her body was flushed with desire. She looked every bit the fucktoy she despised. Bailey knew she was lucky. If she had looked into this mirror a few minutes ago, she would've been lost.

Her hormone levels stabilizing, Bailey blinked, and her eyes returned to an intense chestnut brown. She was still in shock from the ordeal. She opened her palm and looked at the choker, and she placed it on her workbench. Slowly, she took her cell phone in her right hand and sent a message.

"Live test successful. Production is GO."

-------------------

The dream again. The same one. Fuck, I hate this, Bailey thought. And turning off the dopamine wasn't helping.

Bailey got out of bed and turned on a bedside lamp. She drowsily stood up, stumbled to the kitchen for a drink of cold water. It was a hot July night, so she was only wearing panties. Which, of course, were soaked through. Again.

On her back to bed, she stopped at her nightstand. She looked at herself in the vanity mirror. Running a prostitution empire based on mind control hadn't been kind to her, she thought.

Bailey wasn't sure what possessed her. But she reached into her top drawer, and retrieved Rosa's - Mamá's - choker. She hadn't looked at it since she turned on the Obedience array. She'd been too afraid. But here, in the dark, she fastened the choker around her neck. She activated her hormonal controls and raised them - not too much - to maybe 120% of normal. And she looked in the mirror.

Her eyes clouded over until the pupils were gone again, just solid white spheres. Like two blank canvases. She let her mind dull - again, not too much. Just enough to let her thoughts drift. Her full lips parted, on their own, as she watched with interest and arousal. She had always been beautiful, but now? She was a bombshell. All tits and ass and thighs, with a pretty fuckable face. She didn't have a sexual bone in her 29-year-old body, but she would fuck this braindead slut in the mirror.

Bailey's mind cleared as she regained control. She again dampened her pleasure center, and her eyes returned to normal. She took the choker off, and put it back, reverently, in her dresser drawer.

She now understood why Mamá had kept it.