#C Channel Machine

[twistedsanctuaryvow]

Shape with Confidence – Advanced C Channel Roll Forming by Jugmug

In today’s age of industrial precision and structural performance, C channel profiles are more than just pieces of metal—they are the backbone of strong, dependable frameworks. At the heart of these robust profiles lies the C Post Channel Roll Forming Machine, and no one understands this better than Jugmug RollForming. With years of engineering expertise, Jugmug has become a name synonymous with precision forming, durability, and customer-focused innovation.

What Is a C Channel Roll Forming Machine?

A C Channel Roll Forming Machine, also known as a C Post Roll Former, is used to manufacture C-shaped steel sections from metal coils. These profiles are widely used in:

Construction (purlins, wall studs)

Industrial shelving

Cable tray supports

Solar panel mounting structures

Automotive and transportation frames

The forming process ensures accurate dimensions, clean edges, and consistent shapes, which are critical for structural stability and assembly efficiency.

Why Jugmug RollForming?

With a heritage of craftsmanship and a passion for innovation, Jugmug RollForming has revolutionized how industries view roll forming. Here's why Jugmug leads the pack in C Channel Roll Forming:

1. Precision Engineering

Jugmug’s machines are designed using advanced CAD/CAM systems and assembled with CNC-manufactured components. The result is ultra-precise forming even at high speeds, with tolerance control up to ±0.5mm.

2. Heavy-Duty Build Quality

Built with rugged structural frames, hardened rollers, and wear-resistant shafts, these machines are engineered for long-term, high-volume performance without breakdowns.

3. High-Speed Automation

Equipped with PLC control systems, servo motors, and hydraulic punching/cutting, Jugmug’s C Post machines reduce human error and improve productivity. The touchscreen HMI makes operation simple and intuitive.

4. Customization on Demand

Every business has unique needs. Jugmug provides tailor-made C channel forming machines, whether you require:

Variable sizes and gauges (1.2 mm to 3 mm)

Manual or fully automatic operation

In-line punching, embossing, or logo marking

Quick-change cassette design for multiple profiles

Applications of C Channel Profiles

The C profiles manufactured using Jugmug’s machines find applications in:

Construction

Used as wall studs, roof purlins, girts, and base plates due to their load-bearing capacity and resistance to warping.

Solar Panel Mounting

C channels are widely used to fabricate the structural framework for solar PV systems.

Automotive Chassis & Framework

Because of their strength-to-weight ratio, C channels are ideal for reinforcing vehicle bodies and cargo enclosures.

Racking & Storage Systems

Industrial shelving systems often rely on C profiles for their modular, load-bearing structure.

Customer Success Stories

Jugmug RollForming has delivered its C channel machines across India and globally. Many manufacturers in the solar, automotive, construction, and logistics sectors report:

30% increased output

Reduced material wastage

Quick ROI (within 12-18 months)

Minimal downtime

After-Sales Support & Training

Jugmug doesn’t stop at selling the machine—it partners with you throughout the journey. Their post-sale support includes:

Installation & operator training

Preventive maintenance plans

Spare parts availability

Remote troubleshooting support

Annual servicing packages

Their team of qualified engineers is just a call away, offering pan-India coverage and global service reach.

Green Manufacturing with Jugmug

In alignment with sustainability goals, Jugmug machines are designed to optimize energy usage and reduce raw material waste. The machines feature:

Servo-driven motors for low energy consumption

Smart sensors for real-time quality control

Eco-friendly hydraulic systems

By adopting Jugmug’s forming systems, manufacturers not only boost output but also reduce their carbon footprint.

Conclusion: Shape with Confidence

When strength, accuracy, and speed matter, Jugmug RollForming’s C Channel Roll Forming Machine delivers with unmatched precision. Whether you are scaling up production or entering new markets, Jugmug ensures your foundation is strong—both literally and technically.

Shape your future with confidence—partner with Jugmug RollForming.

[keferon]

That GIF makes me go bonkersss

I had to write something for ratchet and drift cuz yesss hehee

_____

Deadlock's vents hitched. Hot, it was hot. His engine felt like fire roaring through his unmoving body.

His optics came online, just as a spatter of pain ran through his joints and he jumped up from his seated position, jumping hard enough to bang his helm right against a solid ceiling.

He heard the rumble of something when he hit his head, sitting back lower as he groaned and rubbed the spot he'd probably dented in his rough awakening.

Then he paused. The ship- the- he'd been attacked. He was escaping. Something struck the ship and something struck him and then-

Something was bugging his ear.

He heard a static, a sound like something yelling. Something small.

Deadlock lowered his head to look around. He was in a large space. Not large enough for him to stand, apparently not large enough for him to completely straighten himself either. His legs were bent uncomfortably to fit the room.

He then focused on the source of the voice, looking down at a tiny creature, swinging its fist at him and shouting incoherent- curses, he assumed.

-

Ratchet hadn't thought this thing to still be alive. Or- moving- whatever it was doing.

He'd brought it back to his garage to repair what he could. He was a full time medic, but fixing cars was like a hobby to him and to his suprise, this....creature, wasn't much different from a car. Atleast externally. He'd found some parts and liquids that he sure as hell didn't recognize.

It wasn't a mecha, thats for certain. Ratchet had caught a short glance at the creature's face when he'd found it and it didn't look like any mecha he had ever seen before. Unless this was some twisted new invention...he couldn't imagine. He chose to keep this to himself for now.

It didn't have a cockpit either, evidence further pointing to the fact it wasn't being controlled, atleast not from the inside.

He'd been trying to reassemble some of the wiring inside the giant's leg when the bloody thing had suddenly jolted and cracked his ceiling. Almost crushed him too when it had moved it's palm to balance inside the small space.

"Can you hear me, huh?! Watch yourself 'fore I leave you more broken than you were before!"

He glared at the thing's wide red eyes.

It blinked, furrowed it's brow and then blinked again, staring at Ratchet intensely like it was trying to put together a puzzle in it's head.

Ratchet paused, huffing.

"You don't understand me, do you."

He wondered briefly if it was from a different country, but the image of a crash site reminded him whatever it was came from up there.

Then the machine moved again, placing another palm, wearily, down to the ground and leaning over, settling it's giant face terrifyingly close to Ratchet.

It stared, squinting it's red, glowing eyes at Ratchet like he was some sort of bug.

"Where are you from, hm? Some weird new mecha invention?" Ratchet asked like he wasn't phased. The thump of his heart beating faster was only audible to his own ears. The creature looked angry now, angrily confused.

It opened it's mouth and out came a lot of loud, irritating static.

Ratchet flinched and slapped his palms over his ears. It rang and buzzed in his head like a freaky radio he couldn't understand.

"Ag- SHADDUP!"

That suprisingly seemed to be a command the machine understood perfectly well, as it shut it's trap the moment Ratchet ordered it to. Maybe it was just his tone of voice.

The two glared into each others eyes, frustrated over the confusion in communication.

Ratchet huffed and placed a palm on his chest. "My name is Ratchet. R-A-T-C-H-E-T. Y'got that?" He spoke, watching the thing's eyes follow his face and hands intently.

The machine opened it's mouth again and Ratchet prepared to cover his ears.

"R-A-" it sounded out instead. Not exactly english, but not so static-y that Ratchet couldn't understand. It was trying, atleast. The noises it made sounded like a radio going through channels at a rapid pace.

"R-at- Ratch- R-a-t-"

The creature looked like it thought of something and then it slowly brought it's head down to the other again, a wide grin on it's faceplates.

"Rat."

I AM. SO SANE AND NORMAL ABOUT THEM. I'M SO. . KHKYKYOHKYKYM

Also. Eheheh I like to think that. The moment that made Ratchet realise "oh shit it's not a machine it's a person" was when Ratchet saw that Deadlock can feel pain. He saw that this giant angry robot is in pain and it clicked in his brain. Oh this isn't a piece of weird technology. Technology can't suffer. And this one clearly can.

Like. I think in Ratchets mind everything that can feel pain deserves help to relieve that pain. It doesn't matter if it's an animal or human or apparently giant space robot:)

And your writing made realize I'm so glad that when someone back then asked about Ratchet I went with Ratchlock instead of Dratchet. Ratchlock in this specific setting is so much more fun. Drift is all cool and collected and careful and respectful and everything. Deadlock is a menace. Deadlock is feral backstabbing angry bastard /aff. It's so much funnier that way>:D

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

Top Form goes TOO Meta Part 3 (Dear God, it's a SAGA): The Final Nail in the Auralis Coffin, for now:

I absolutely hate that I'm writing this now, and the last thing I want to do is bring negativity to the one pocket of social media that ISN'T blowing this story up. But the story is on FACEBOOK already, and you know that when something reaches that grandpa of a website, then it's official. Which is both ridiculous, ironic, and inconceivable in 2025-- after the second renaissance of BL which really transformed how branded pairs interact and what a CP means both for the pair and the solo artist. I was confident SmartBoom would pull through because CPs like Yinwar, UpPoom and BillkinPP exist with marginal to overwhelming success, and can be used as a blueprint for whatever hell these companies are planning for their artists. I forget that they are the exception and not the rule.

Okay, so let's do this.

TaiLai decided to burn everything into the ground when they released this statement. Here, instead of just mentioning GIR, they mentioned Smart specifically:

The two week-old Auralis fandom (jfc our fandom must have a literal world record for shortest existence) has been in shambles for weeks now since Smart's company Grand Ivory Records announced a new Smart solo fandom name, a solo photobook, solo fanmeets in China, AND a series of Youtube vlogs on their channel featuring a female artist under their company being in a pseudo-ship with Smart (the vlogs had apparently been posted in the past three months, the fandom only found out about it recently). Eagle-eyed Auralis were already sounding the alarm on X, especially as veteran fans know that press tours for a new series typically last for 6 months after the airing of the series (heck, UpPoom's My Stand-In press tour is STILL ongoing a year after the last episode aired), and it's alarming that the only notification of work for Smart and Boom are their solo projects since the beginning of June.

For my part, I was just observing the flames of the chaos with a sense of detachment and a little bit of skepticism, because it's common in 2025 for companies to launch solo activities alongside cp activities for their artists, even for cps belonging in the same company (like BossNoeul and FortPeat for example). It's done to maximize on the newly-gained fan attention, and so long as the cp still has the occasional activity, then there's no harm no foul.

What alarmed me though, was the social media silence. Actors, especially newly-minted ones, aren't supposed to be silent on social media because fan interaction is the name of the game now. You are required to FEED the machine to maintain your longevity. Even the most self-professed introverted actors like Earth Pirapat and Est Supha conform to the requirement by posting the random photo. Companies hire teams of socmed managers for this very purpose.

The only reason why an artist would go radio-silent is if they have to. Aside from posting a joint TikTok video to promote their latest event, Boom went suspiciously quiet. Smart went on video to explain the reason for choosing a new solo fandom name, then also went silent. That was my first clue that shit was about to go down.

Here's a summary of TaiLai's statement from last night:

GIR wouldn't let this slide of course. They were quick to release their own statement, claiming that TaiLai (and Headliner) broke contract terms first, and they were doing what was best for Smart by representing him exclusively:

In both statements, TaiLai and GIR have made it clear that they've TERMINATED engaging with each other, and that they will each focus on the individual artists in their roster moving forward.

To the beautiful people over at @dramalove247, when I said I wanted to be in the JinAkin fandom, please know that I meant that metaphorically. I want to leave the #JinAkinisDead, crying-over-twitter-posts phase of my fandom experience please, thank you 😅🤣

(I'm actually devastated IRL, humor is a coping mechanism.)

So... is the branded pair dead?

Yes.

The thing is, my wonderful friends who I've roped into commiserating with me by making this blog post, SmartBoom's trajectory is currently following one other dead cp: ZaintSee (who I've talked about before).

No matter how we spin this, Smart is not Jin, and Boom is not Akin. I honestly don't think Smart wanted any of this to happen, and I do not blame him at all, but I can't expect him to fall on his sword just to save his cp with Boom.

In this quick answer interview, Boom chose Jin over Smart, and given the current context, I understand why. Jin in the story is a well-established actor at the top of his game-- able to make demands and control his relationship with his management because of his fame. Jin is also in a committed romantic relationship with his co-star, so it would make sense that he would sacrifice himself for the sake of his loved one, just as we saw Akin do for Jin. Smart on the other hand, is a newbie bound by contractual obligations and a very fragile career. He knows he is replaceable in the industry, so having good company backing is essential. Leaving GIR for this friend and co-worker he's only known for a year (which is essentially what Boom is to him) is career suicide. So he'll stay, and we can't blame him. Whether it was his choice or not is irrelevant. Smart is doing what's best for himself, as he should.

I'm not too worried about Smart though, because his career will recover. He's young, charismatic, talented and very self-aware. He'll have opportunities left and right.

The biggest loss here is Boom. Top Form was his Hail Mary to the acting industry.

I mentioned in a previous post that Boom Raweewit (formerly Jiratpisit) is great friends with Mew Suppasit and Singto Prachaya--in fact, he entered the industry alongside Mew, and actually predates Singto's entry. He was already doing extra appearances in movies before Singto debuted in Sotus. But he underwent a four year-long Thai media blacklist when he was implicated and arrested for his brother's failed cryptoscheme:

That's right, my current favorite Thai actors oscillate between the goodiest goody two-shoes this side of Bangkok, to a literal jailbird.

(I didn't want to mention this at all, but "Auralis" on X are already bringing it up, in an attempt to ruin Boom's reputation in favor of Smart's, so at least in my small corner of the internet, let me defend him).

To clarify, Boom WAS ACQUITTED (don't @ me okay), and our Thai tumblerinos are probably more suited to talk about this more than I am. But based on my research, Boom's brothers and sisters ran a cryptocurrency company which successfully scammed a 22-year old Finnish cryptobro billionaire out of 797 million TBT. At the time, they were using Boom's name, profile and likeness to contact individuals (as he was a trusted public figure), and police arrested Boom in the middle of a shoot in 2018 while his whole family fled the country (ouch my dude). He spent a few days in jail, freed himself on bail, but was blacklisted in the industry while the case ran its course. After he successfully cleared his name in 2021 (and terminated contact with his siblings and extended family members, double ouch), he starred in Chain of Hearts in 2023, and nothing else until Top Form.

THIS is why Boom cries every time family or acting is mentioned in interviews (which is ironically the two themes of Top Form, talk about triggers). The reason why a rich kid who's been to multiple countries around the world now has to ride the BTS train to get to shoots, and walks alone sans entourage to a mall show that features him as the guest star. Why the car he's currently using is a hand-me-down, and why he won't part with his black bag for ANYTHING (watch Orange is the New Black and you'll know bags are the first thing police separate from you when you're arrested). Why he stayed a few days longer in China after their fansign, without his management (rumor has it some of his family members are residing in China), and why he broke down in the middle of an interview because his "friend" recently died (rumor from Thai X states that it was a brother who died, and he couldn't go to the funeral because of the legal implications of showing contact to the police). Why he broke down when he saw his mother and grandmother in the audience at the TF fanmeet, as if he didn't expect they would show up at all-- chances are they really weren't supposed to.

Boom's woes, given his age and his legal troubles, extend beyond company mismanagement. He had already finished three other series prior to his arrest in 2018, that was supposed to air on Channel 3 (Heart by Heart, The Sweet Robot, and End Love). These shows were supposed to catapult him to stardom, which would have put him along the same level of stardom as Top Form co-star Toey Pongsakorn. These of course were scrapped after the arrest, and though he's been appealing to have them aired, no company in their right mind would air back catalog no matter how good the content may be, especially for a company as big as Channel 3. (TAKE THIS WITH A BOATLOAD OF SALT-- these are all ALLEGED my friends, only rumors from the Thai rumor mill that are unfounded and could be untrue. In fact, for safety let's just take these as false. If any Thai fans can help me out with any of this info, I am more than happy to be corrected and will delete and edit as appropriate. I apologize in advance, this is sticky, sticky information).

Anyway, the loss of a cp in a media industry that persists internationally through Boys' Love, especially one that has gained this much success, is a disaster for Boom's career and not Smart's. His contemporaries have already experienced peaks and lows in their careers. Boom's is an endless barrage of lows. What a waste of talent and potential, all because Grand Ivory AND TaiLai/Headliner have decided to enter the world's pettiest dick-measuring contest.

I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Though all of this is interesting from a professional standpoint, as a fan sincerely rooting for both Smart and Boom, I'd like to get out of this trainwreck please. I'm praying I'll make a part 4 of this WITH GOOD NEWS, and not more of this meta nonsense.

Erratum: removed the part about MewGulf as a Mew insider has informed me that the claims were unfounded. If anyone else would like to correct any information on here, I'm more than happy to oblige.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... (Coffee Run, Whitaker Version)

Your boss had you delivering coffee to PTMH twice a day, it wasn't long before someone'd caught your eye and you'd caught theirs.

Warnings: Flirting but its like bad, again,

W/c: 1K

A/N: The intro (before the cut) is similar in each version but not always the same.

Four months ago, your boss, the owner of The Pitt Stop café was in a car crash. Thanks to a little luck and a lot of hard work from the staff of PTMH he was back to normal, arguably even better if you caught the skipping he'd started to do as he made his way into work most mornings.

Your mornings however had become slightly more hectic as a new job was added to your own never ending list. As a means of thanks, a set of thermos jugs and a few specific orders were yours to lug forth and back from the ER 6 days a week and twice a shift.

Your alarm sounded in chimes at quarter past six and so it began, brewing pot after pot and then cup after cup before packing it all up and making your way down the road. Distracting yourself from the chill in the air that your branded Henley and apron did nothing to protect against, you marvelled at the blown colours of the sun as you made quick work of the now familiar few blocks.

All but skidding to a stop as an ambulance peeled out of the bay you braced yourself for the inside of the ER. It was perpetually hectic inside those walls, yet it worked like a beautiful and well oiled machine and you always managed to fall into step with what you needed to do.

↳--↴

Stepping through the doors of the ER you sped through the walkway making a beeline for the staff room, head on a swivel half wanting to find a certain med student, half nervous to catch his eye. You made your way into the quiet space, unloading the thermos jugs in no time at all before setting out the individual orders. The others would all grab their cups when they got the moment, and yet you grabbed the biggest one up without a thought and slipped off the little sleeve.

Pulling your sharpie from your apron and uncapping it with your teeth you began to sketch. You'd decided today was the last one you'd be doing, it wasn't exactly the most open ended of series you'd started. You'd been adorning Whitaker's cup with little cartoon dogs, today a pug with, as always, huge puppy dog eyes, but today they were each almost the size of the poor dog's head.

First there was a beagle with those same eyes but extra big ears, and a little note that said 'All the better to hear you with...'

There had been a chihuahua with a giant smile, the note reading 'All the better to bite you with...'

Yesterday was a Great Dane with huge nostrils with a note that said 'All the better to smell you with...'

Today was your last one from both a creative and a patience standpoint, today you were gonna really go for it with the note.

Untying your apron and folding it over the counter, you smoothed out your top, undoing an extra button of your top and then promptly doing it right back up. You let a shaky breath hoping to scrounge up some conviction as you reached for the door handle.

Moving out of the break room with his cup in hand you peered around the ER, waiting only a few moments until he stepped away from a patient, a slowness to his steps that suggested he had possibly a single moment to spare.

'Whitaker!' your tone chipper as you approached, your arm already outstretched in his direction as he turned towards you. His fingers brushing over yours as he took the cup made your heart titter away in your chest, his eyes flickered over the cardboard slip, evidently curious for today's decoration your blush went unnoticed.

In that moment his gaze was occupied, you'd spun on the spot practically fleeing for the relative safety of the staff room, every speck of confidence channelled into that little message now clutched in his hands. In your hurried movement you missed his muttered thank you and that expression you always treasured, how his lips sucked between his teeth in thought as his brow raised.

So much for poise and self assurance.

Gathering up your bag and the morning's emptied jugs you dawdled for as long as you could justify before shuffling your way back out the ambulance bay. Glancing up as you stepped out, making sure to check for incoming traffic you caught, instead, the eyes of a shyly smiling Dennis Whitaker.

'Its uh- your best drawing yet' He held out the other, previously blank, half of the cardboard sleeve, his own scrawled doctor scribble across the side that had you studying it in a state of confusion. 'I liked the message too pretty, punny'. His smile cracked wider as he glanced over the piece of sleeve in his hand, the puppy of the day accompanied by the words,

'All the better to see you with... this Saturday? xx' Followed by your phone number.

You let out a soft smile, feeling much more sure of your move now that he was cracking jokes, as indecipherable as his response was, with his beam of a smile it must have been a positive one.

'I'm glad you liked it...' you turned the card over a couple times in your fingertips 'Um- what does this say?'

He chuckled slightly his hands clutching either end of his stethoscope 'I guess its pretty illegible... it says 'I'll pick you up at eight'.' Letting your smile crack over your cheeks you hold up the note to the light as if inspecting it. 'I guess it could say that,' your teasing only made his own flush redder as you stepped in closer 'I'll have a coffee waiting, but no huge eyed pooch, that's on you.'

He seemed a little shaken by that and his fingers threaded together as he wrung his hands, 'You want me to bring a-, a dog?' you supressed a smirk as he seemed to spiral momentarily, 'I mean, I can do it but does it have to have big eyes cause that's a little harder to manage-' he cut himself short, his expression falling blank as your hand found his cheek.

'Dennis... no dog. Just you and your pretty eyes, that's all' you stood for a moment, the man in front of you all but whirring in thought, your hand dropping to clasp his shoulder as you moved to pass by. Both of you left the hospital that night clutching your half of that little cardboard sleeve tight.

[thebleedingwoodland]

TS3 World Adventures - Mooncakes & Mooncake Machine Maker Remastered: Mooncake Mesh & Texture with Enhanced Graphics & Enabled to Buy Mode & Renamed Mod (All Languages) & Icons Replacement Mod

D E F A U L T   R E P L A C E M E N T

New custom Mooncake mesh & texture, to replace EA's "Fortune Cookies" machine maker and edible cake taken from machine maker with working Geostates & animation

EA's graphics from 512x512 with noise was enhanced to 1024x1024 with less noise and adding Simlish Hanzi to replace EA's "bad handwriting" texture on the machine maker. Click this picture below to enlarge.

Enabled to Buy Mode (Appliances > Miscellaneous Appliances), for easy access no need to type cheat "Buydebug" mode ever again.

STBL Renamed mod, from "Fortune Cookies" to "Mooncakes" translated to all languages.

月餅 （Yuèbǐng）= Moon Cake

ⓘ For language translations except Chinese, I use online translator to change word "Fortune Cookies" ---> "Mooncakes" & "Mooncake" depending on singular and plural context. Feel free to correct in comment section if you feel the translation and the grammar is wrong or I accidentally deleted other word.

Icons changed from EA's Fortune Cookies to Mooncake

Reason why I made the change:

Because Shang Simla is taking place in China, not American Chinatown, thus the portrayal of the cookies should be authentic of actual China in real life, not American cookies that are foreign to actual Chinese people. Fortune Cookies are U.S.A.- made cookies: American invention originating in California. History of Fortune Cookies (source: fancyfortunecookies.com) Mooncakes are cakes originated from China, dates back over 3,000 years to ancient China. Mooncakes are a traditional treat during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is celebrated on the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

Mooncakes are the must-eat Mid-Autumn food in China. They are a traditional Chinese pastry. Their round shape and sweet flavor symbolize completeness and sweetness. At the Mid-Autumn Festival, people eat mooncakes together with family, or present mooncakes to relatives or friends, to express their love and best wishes. Mooncakes are usually eaten after dinner while admiring the moon. History of Mooncakes in China... (source: chinahighlights.com) Fortune Cookies are made in USA and only exist in USA, but mistaken by USA people themselves as "Chinese" cookies just because the cookies are sold in American Chinese restaurant in USA. We actual Chinese live on our country have never seen Fortune Cookies, as we only know the presence of those cookies in Hollywood (U.S.A.) movies. Not just culture inaccuracy, I enabled this machine maker in Buy Mode section for easy access because this item must have been forgotten in the corner and only been played once when the player visit Shang Simla.

Colour & Presets: Same as original EA's: 3 Presets & original EA's Fortune Cookies Machine Maker colour channels.

How to Change Default EA's Fortune Cookies to Mooncake in Shang Simla world.

Fortune Cookies maker in Shang Simla doesn't automatically change to Mooncake due to different coding in-game.

❗You must buy Mooncake Machine Maker from Buy Mode (Appliances > Miscellaneous Appliances) to load the texture first, then travel to Shang Simla world, do "Reset Textures" using Nraas' Debug Enabler.

You need to install Nraas' Debug Enabler (Core mod by Twallan) in order to work correctly ❗

Follow these steps to reset textures: 

Click on the Fortune Cookies Maker > Nraas > Debug Enabler > Options: Lucky Factory Mooncake Maker > Object… > Reset Textures > (Choose one) All Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Appliances.FortuneCookieMaker or This Object

Requirement: World Adventures Expansion Pack

Thank you credits: - Simlish Hanzi: Komorebigo font by Deastrumquodvicis - Mooncake Vector: by Shutterstock - Mid-Autumn Festival Vector & Images by Freepik

Instance code compatibility: 0x010F16B00BA8342B

As usual, install one of these packages on Package folder. You can safely delete the package if you no longer want to use the default replacement.

[ Download Mooncake Machine Default Replacement ]

Language Translations: Click this picture below to enlarge.

[hellsitegenetics]

Nothing built can last forever. And every legend no matter how great, fades with time. With each passing year, more and more details are lost until all that remains are myths...half truths. To put it simply, lies. And yet, in all the known Universe, between here and the Far Lands, the legend of the Order of the Stone endures, unabridged, as self-evident fact.

Indeed, it is only a troubled land that has need for heroes- and ours was so fortunate to have, so long ago, four heroes such as these: Gabriel the Warrior- before whose sword all combatants would tremble. Ellegaard the Redstone Engineer- whose machines would spark an era of invention. Magnus the Rogue- who would channel his destructive creativity for the benefit of all. Soren the Architect- builder of Worlds, and the leader of the Order of the Stone. These four friends together, would give so much to gain their rightful place as four heroes.

Their greatest quest would take them on a dangerous journey to fight a mysterious creature known as the Ender Dragon. In the end, the Order of the Stone emerged victorious and the dragon was defeated. The story complete, they slipped away into pages of legend.

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Closest match: Inachis io genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Peacock butterfly

[baldy-wan-kenobi]

It was a routine patrol, or at least it should have been. There were four of us, pushing mach 3 somewhere over the Parytha gulf, a full flight of state-of-the-art Combat Frames ready to handle any trouble that popped up, though we didn't expect any.

Shortly after midnight, local time, Blue Three called out a possible contact, three miles inland, but it faded as quickly as it had appeared.

Thirty minutes later, all hell broke loose.

It started when something speared through the flight leader, a searing flash of light that seemed to turn night into day for a moment before Blue Leader's reactor breached with a sound like reality crying in agony.

An instant later, a shape slammed into Blue Two like a meteor strike, smashing into her with an energy blade mid-swing and vanishing into the rolling clouds below. Blue Three shouted out a cry of alarm, but I didn't hear it as I whipped my head around, searching in vain for whatever had just cut a flight of Gen 3 Frames in half in mere moments.

Three tried to place a call to command, to anyone, but the signal was never received, jammed either by the high density of esoteric energy in the area or by intentional sabotage.

Two found the attacker first, his machine gun spitting a hail of bullets downwards, but it was too late. I heard his garbled death screams turn into static as the plasma blade pierced his cockpit, reducing everything in it to slag and steam.

Finally, I saw what it was, silhouetted by the flares of Three's dying machine. A red combat frame, sleek and knife-edged, with bright green lights glowing like the flames of hell.

It turned on me, the cannon on its back whining and humming as it charged, and I threw myself out of the way, doing everything I could to break the lock.

The blinding flash of light appeared again, a spear of supercharged particles lancing through the space I'd just occupied. Had I been a second slower, it would have punched straight through my reactor, turning me into an esoteric fireball just like Blue Leader. As it was, it only sent a few noncritical systems haywire with EM backwash.

Before I could regain my bearings, a signal came over the radio, broadcasting on all channels. I barely had time to hope it was command picking up our distress calls before IFF revealed it to be the red frame, speaking over an open line in a husky, sinister voice.

"O-ho, what've we got here? You're good, not just anyone can dodge like that. Your triple-C scores must be off the charts!" she was almost jovial, despite just having killed three of the best Frame pilots in the corps like it was nothing, and despite myself, I felt my face coloring at the tone of her compliment.

She began to take aim with the weapon in her right hand, but before I could find out what it was, I leaped away again, boosting to the side and firing away, stabilizing my autocannon with both hands and ensuring my shots found their mark.

However, the pilot was obviously just as fast as before, darting away before the rounds could even reach her, giggling playfully over an open channel as she did.

"Oh, very good! It's not just the machine or the augments, there's some actual skill there, too." As she said it, she loosed a hail of plasma fire, fat gobs of superheated gas streaking by like miniature stars, barely missing as I ducked and weaved around the fire.

As the square of my targeting reticle flashed red atop her, I loosed a flight of missiles, launching from the pod on my back and streaking towards her like deadly birds.

"Oh, lovely!" she giggled, "Catch me if you can!"

Down she plummeted, into the clouds where the missiles' tracking would be less accurate, and I followed, chasing her through the mist as close as I could, until we both broke through the cover and into the world below.

As I'd expected, she was ready for me, particle cannon charged and ready to core me, but I was ready too, and this time charged straight for her, grabbing the protruding barrel of the cannon and forcing it up, making the shot go wide as my steel fist collided with her frame's head, sending a shower of sparks flying as the red giant tumbled away, its pilot crying out in pain.

"A good play," the red frame's pilot said. "But how do you handle the close-in?" Immediately, she was boosting for me, energy blade firing up and extending from it's projector on her arm, driving towards the cockpit that held my flesh body with ferocity.

Again, I dodged, ducking under the blade as it swept through the air, and delivering an aerial knee to the frame's hips as I drew my own blade from the bay on my frame's back, its purple edge roaring to life.

"Would you look at that, kitty has claws~" the enemy pilot said, diving back in for another strike.

I couldn't say how long we grappled there in the air, blades swiping and striking, grabbing arms and legs and punching and kicking. It felt like a lifetime, but it could have been seconds. In the end, though, it was her who won out.

With a fist strike, she snapped my head back, dislodging my grip on her arm and allowing her to slice cleanly through my sword arm at the shoulder, leaving me without a melee weapon, unless I wanted to drop my autogun. Seeing no other choice, I did just that, however the second the weapon left my grip, she was on me once more, firing her plasma gun and melting through the elbow joint, leaving the forearm dangling by skeletal supports and dangling cables.

Her next strike shoved me away, to a distance where she could use her particle cannon without fear of being killed by the backwash, and I prepared for the inevetable, gritting my teeth and my eyes as I waited for the blinding flash. However, I could not in my wildest dreams have predicted what came next.

With a vicious yank, the red frame's free hand ripped my cockpit capsule from my frame, and I screamed in agony as my body was severed from my mind, consciousness slamming back into my flesh like a freight train as the enemy literally held my life in her hand.

"Oh no," she said in a sinister, yet motherly tone. "I'm not done with you, yet."

without the external cameras of my frame, I could only hear the actinic flash of the particle cannon, and the mind-rending screech of the reactor breaking containment. However, before long, I felt the jolt of the capsule being set down on a solid surface, and titanic steel fingers ripped open the roof, exposing the night sky above.

Her frame was even more daunting up close, the titanic maroon form exuding menace as it knelt above my pathetically fragile form like a creature of myth, leaving me gasping and vulnerable in the cold night air.

"Oh, look at that, you're just as cute as I thought you'd be," she said, voice booming over the frame's external speaker.

"If you're going to kill me..." I gasped, still reeling from the sudden loss of connection to my frame. "then get it over with."

Her condescending laugh over the speakers was deafening. "kill you? no... I'd destroy a work of art before a pilot with your skill. No, I don't think so. You live with this, let this shame burn, and use it as fuel. Never forget that you're only alive because I let you go. When you're ready, we'll dance again, and it'll be wonderful. Until then... goodbye, darling."

and with that she was gone, boosters carrying her up and away with a deafening roar and plume of smoke.

I don't know how long I sat shivering in that cockpit, trying desperately to process her words. Eventually, the voice of someone from command came over the radio, demanding an explanation, which I gave in halting gasps and stutters. They sent out a rescue crew, but in the end, I was the only one left.

It's been nine months since that day. Nine months and the only thing I've thought about is that red frame, that haunting voice, and my inevitable revenge. I'll have that red frame sparking and defeated before me if it's the last thing I do, and then the pilot will be mine.

[thecapricunt1616]

Maca Root - (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): By the time you heard keys in the door, you were already in your pajamas. He came in, clearly uncomfortable. “Shit you made dinner f’r us?! God you’re amazing baby” he wraps you in a hug. He smelt lightly like grease and sweat, but it was a smell you’d never dislike. It was distinctly Bear. Your Bear. “I did, you deserve somethin’ hot hm? How was your day?” You asked softly and kissed his jaw, and down his neck, before rubbing over his chest lightly and getting on your knees to unlace his sneakers to which he sighed gratefully, as his back was killing him after scrubbing the floors for over an hour. 

♡ Chapter Inspo: Maca Root is considered a sacred feminine master plant in Peru and is involved in spiritual ceremonies for those wanting to unlock, release, heal, and bring harmony back to the body.

♡ Summary: You cook for Carmy for a change so he has a real dinner for once, & he thanks you with his mouth. Oh! And he tells you he wants to make things official.

♡ W/C: 3,330

♡ Posted Date: 05/10/2024

♡ A/N: Hello! I am literally SO dead I watched the eras tour live stream from Tess on TikTok- SHE PUT IN TTPD!! AAA! Anyway HAHA I had to talk abt. it because i'm literally dead, the whole set is FABULOSO!!! Anywhore - I am so happy with the love Vervain is getting omg! Thank you so much again @carmenberzattosgf for the lovely inspiring ask ILY forever! This one-shot is based on this ask ♡ here ♡ thank you so much oh lovely anon! I hope you like this, please send me an ask any time! As always requests are open everyone! Please enjoy :) *Smooches*

♡ Warnings for BTC: !UNEDITED! (We die like men!), NO Use of Y/N, Fem!Reader (Described AFAB), NO use of physical descriptors (Fem!Black!Reader friendly!), Use of pet names, Smut!, F&M oral giving & receiving, fingering.

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

You quietly unlocked up Carmys apartment door, seeing as it was 11:00 and he still wasn’t home. You sighed deeply to yourself, slightly annoyed but slightly having expected this. So you go ahead and clean up the empty water bottles and redbull cans, vacuuming and putting his dirty jeans and tshirts in his washing machine for him and starting a load. 

You even found some spaghetti and sauce in the cabinet, starting a pot on the stove knowing he was never later then 12:15, and he always ate when he got home since family service was at 3:00 and 9 hours on his feet rushing around a kitchen absolutely built up quite the appetite. 

You stripped his bed and put on fresh sheets for the two of you just in time to strain the pasta, and queue up one of his favorite YouTube cooking channels newest videos. You weren’t sure how he understood anything going on given as they were speaking Russian- but he likes what he likes. 

By the time you heard keys in the door, you were already in your pajamas. He came in, clearly uncomfortable. “Shit you made dinner f’r us?! God you’re amazing baby” he wraps you in a hug. He smelt lightly like grease and sweat, but it was a smell you’d never dislike. It was distinctly Bear. Your Bear. 

“I did, you deserve somethin’ hot hm? How was your day?” You asked softly and kissed his jaw, and down his neck, before rubbing over his chest lightly and getting on your knees to unlace his sneakers to which he sighed gratefully, as his back was killing him after scrubbing the floors for over an hour. 

“Y’re a fuckin angel- I don’t deserve that baby” he tells you this every night, but every night you continue to do it, because he does. 

“Come sit bear” you drag him to the couch, gently tugging off his sneakers when he sits and he groans, resting his sore feet on the coffee table 

“Oh shit- this is new?” He asked as he saw the tv, grabbing the controller and hitting play on the video of some Russian woman making soup. 

“Mmhmm- here baby” you made up his plate and brought it to him with a fork and napkin to see he was already slumping down on the couch with his arms crossed and eyes hooded half asleep, he was exhausted. “Bear-“ you said gently and he woke up quickly, sitting up. 

“Wow- thank you sweetheart, fuck this is so nice. I’m so hungry thank you honey” he took the plate and kissed you tenderly. “Wait- fuckin hell princess did you clean? Don’ be doin’ that I told you honey thas’ my job” he told you, twirling a good amount of pasta on his fork and taking a bite 

“I did clean because there were empty redbull cans everywhere. And you deserve a clean place to hang out when you aren’t working mm?” You kiss the top of his head before heading back to the kitchen and putting away the rest of the pasta, then washing the dishes. 

“Baaaaaabe!” He groans in annoyance when he heard the sink cut on and you washing the dishes you used to make dinner “stop! I can do those ‘fore work” he mumbled through a mouth of spaghetti and you giggle 

“Ah yes at 2:00? In 3 hours? When I can just do them now?” You teased “id rather have the extra 5 minutes in bed with you” you told him and he blushed, finishing his food as you finished up the dishes and going to sit back on the couch 

“Aht!” You tut “bathroom stinky garlic breath then bed.” You told him and he huffed, having been caught. 

“C’mon m’tired babygirl come sit w’me” he said and gave you a pout, tugging your hips. You caught yourself on the back of the couch, hovering over him and refusing to give in and straddle his hips, knowing if you did he’d just roll over, lay down, and fall asleep immediately. 

“Carmen” you said softly and he scrunched his nose at the use of his full name. 

“Don’ call me that” he mumbled, hugging your torso and nuzzling his face in your belly, sighing tiredly. 

“Carmen Anthony” you said in response and you laughed at the dramatic groan that came out of him, like a toddler being scolded. “It’s that time my dear, for you to go brush your teeth. Then you can come to bed and I’ll rub your back” you said and his head shot up 

“Really?” He questioned hopefully and you giggle. 

“Really truly. Get in that bathroom” you ruffle his hair and shut off the tv before heading to the bedroom. He came in a few minutes later, stripping down to his boxers and laying stomach down. 

“Been thinkin’ “ he mumbled as you warm up the lotion in your hands. 

“Yeah? What about sweetheart?” You gently rub his tight shoulders and he moaned softly at the contact, letting out one of his tired bear sighs as you called them. Just a long, breathy sigh that ended with a little grumble like an old man how bears did in nature documentaries when settling in for the night. 

“ ‘bout us” he said and you smiled a bit, continuing to massage his shoulders and back. 

“About us huh? What about us love” you counter. You and Carmy had been seeing eachother for about 4 months now, you’d only really been to the restaurant after closing when everyone has already went home but you had gone once for your sisters birthday - of course you told her you knew a great spot when she asked for recommendations. When he saw your name on the reservation list that night, he thought he was surely hallucinating. 

When it was finally your reservation time, he went over to the window and looked over his restaurant. Sure enough, you were sitting there. It took everything in him to not go out there - you looked stunning. He wanted to tell you that, he wanted to get a closer look at what you were wearing. He always loved your outfits because you were into vintage fashion just like he was, one of your favorite dates was to get coffee together and then go thrifting. 

But he didn’t, because he wasn’t sure you wanted anyone to know you were dating, but he did make sure to let Richie know to comp the table. He was confused as all hell, even more so when he asked ‘why’ and Carmen snapped at him - 

‘I dunno cause it says it’s a fuckin birthday table on the reservation and I’m fuckin’ feelin’ nice? So just comp the table and get off my back, cousin.’

Because he hadn’t ever known another time where Carmy was ‘feeling nice’ before, but nonetheless he did as he was told per usual. Your sister was over the moon excited, gushing about what a great review she would leave and how nice it is they gave a random patron a birthday meal. 

You weren’t sure if Carmy was okay with you telling people you were dating - so you agreed and just said it was awesome, pretending that same night the man who had made the meal wasn’t fucking you against his shower wall the night prior. 

When he saw you that night, and asked why you never said anything - you told him you didn’t wanna be a bother or make him feel you were owed ‘special treatment’, he told you firmly you were never a bother, and that any time you want to come in to let him know because he’d make sure to get you the best spot in the house and of course you’d never pay him to eat there. 

When you asked why he looked at you like you had 3 heads before telling you “cus’ you’re you, it’s my restaurant, and in my restaurant, you don’t pay- got it?” that was the end of the conversation. 

“About…I dunno- y’my girl…but I’ve never really told anyone other then you before.” He said and your heart flutters. 

His girl. 

He’d never said that before - put a claim on you. You’re his girl, now. Not just a girl he’s seeing, not just a ‘friend’ which had been the running name you’d both used to describe your relationship, even though there was always a beat of awkward silence after the word came out of either of your mouths. 

“I’m your girl” you repeat and he sits up on his forearm and looks at you 

“You seein other people?” He asked seriously. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No Carmy. You have been the only person for…” you stopped, not wanting to embarrass yourself. You had known you wanted something serious with him from the start but were too embarrassed to admit it. “Some time now. So - yes. What about this do you want people to know?”  You asked 

“I wanna tell people about you…about us - that we’re- y’know..goin’ steady..is that alright?” 

You nodded, a big smile forming on your lips. “Yes. Yes- tell anyone you want to. Can I too?” You asked 

In response he turned on his side, pulling you to him and kissing you deeply. His tongue swiped along your lower lip, nose nudging the side of yours gently. You opened your mouth for him, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash on his tongue, you hum softly as you felt his hot breath fan your upper lip in a satisfied huff when your hand found his curls, gently massaging the back of his neck. 

His calloused hand finds your lower back, pushing up his white shirt that you’d stolen from his hamper that smelt so distinctly of him you couldn’t help but wear it so when he left you too early in the morning it still felt as if he was with you. He loved seeing you wear his clothes, it drove him insane thinking about you, in his apartment, sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt. It took up a lot more mental space in the mornings then he’d care to admit. 

He rolled the lace hem of your faded patterned strawberry panties that Carmy adored. Even though you were getting warm from all the excitement, goosebumps still appeared on your skin from his gentle caress over your stomach before dipping his fingers in the fabric. You, without even needing to think about it, lifted your thigh for him and he cupped your heat for a moment with his hand, squeezing you with a light pressure. 

You whined into his mouth, slack jawed from the contact, and you were no longer kissing eachother but more like breathing into eachothers mouths with the sucking of tongue and lips from Carmy. He spread you out with his forefinger as well as his ring finger, a wet click sound following the action. He dipped his middle finger over your dripping hole and you shiver, a bead of sweat dripping down the back of your neck. 

He kissed down your chin, to your jaw, to your neck as he teased your entrance with the pad of his finger. You were a pathetic whimpering mess beneath him already, his hands always made you this way. “Please” you whimper and he kissed your jaw as his finger trailed over your exposed clit from having you spread so well with his fingers, even the gentle movement causing your hips to jerk and a cry to leave your throat 

“Mmm always so sensitive f’me” he said, gathering more of the wetness from your pussy that was beginning to drip down the curve of your ass and gush with his movements. You gasp as he slathers that wetness over your bud, before easily rubbing his finger back and forth over it as he sucked a bruise into your collarbone. 

Your hips rut into his hand, strings of curses mixed between saying his name until he sticks that middle finger inside with no resistance due to how wet you were, upon entrance his finger made a schlick noise as you were essentially sucking him in, like your pussy itself was begging how you were. “Christ” he muttered into your skin, pumping his finger in and out slowly, curling it every so often in search of that spot. 

“Please please- another one” you begged and he adds his ring finger, curling them up together and you nearly sob your knees coming together subconsciously 

“Open ‘em baby, c’mon lemme make you cum yeah?” He used his other hand to ease your legs apart to realize your thighs were quivering. “Y’bein such a good girl right now lettin me play w’you.” He said hotly in your ear, rubbing over your shaking thigh sweetly as he curled his fingers into the same spot, pressing with increasing pressure and with his palm, massaging your clit. 

Your back arched off the bed, grabbing his forearm with one hand and the sheets with the other, gripping them both tightly and your walls flutter around him. “That’s it. Go ahead pretty girl. My pretty girl” he kissed your forehead gently, and the tender gesture mixed with being called his was enough to throw you into an orgasm that had you seeing stars behind your lids as you cry out his name. 

Seeing you this way was his favorite part of the day, and it was so good that he sacrificed at least half an hour of his 5 dedicated to sleeping for it. So good, in fact, that seeing you squirm and writhe, mixed with you sobbing out his name and rambling about how only he has ever made you feel so good, and that you wished you could have him all the time - and his now sticky fingers he was able to palm his cock a few times, before sucking the slick off his fingers - the combination of all of that made him cum in his boxers like a teenager. 

You hear him whimper at the tail end of your orgasm and you open your eyes to see him gripping his cock with creamy wet boxers, sucking on his fingers so much there was drool dripping down his chin. You couldn’t help but drop your jaw at how hot the sight was, the way his abs clench and unclench, the way his stomach tightens and releases as the waves of his climax crash over him. He was beautiful. 

It wasn’t like you could help yourself. You sat up a bit and got on your knees, he didn’t notice because he was still in the thick of it - and straddled his calf. Now he noticed. “What are you-“ he’s interrupted by your nose in the crook of his thigh and his cock, breathing in the salty heady scent of his cum before taking the fabric in your mouth and sucking, looking up at him with big doe eyes through your lashes. 

“Oh my god” his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head, his jaw dropping at the sight before him. “You are gonna fuckin’ kill me” he said and you smiled a bit as you suck down the sweet salty flavor. His cock jumped at the action and you pulled the fabric up between your teeth, tugging down and his cock flopped out onto his stomach, half hard from your antics. 

“Can I help you clean up?” You asked sweetly and he bit back a whimper at such an innocent voice being used to ask such a filthy question. 

“Uh-“ he swallowed thickly, looking at your chin that was glistening with the sticky cum from his boxers “If- if I can clean you up after” he countered and you nod. 

“Sounds like a deal” you said and gently took him in your dominant hand, licking a stripe from base to tip enjoying the way he twitched under your tongue. He bit his lip, sucking a breath through his teeth at the sensitivity so you eased up on the pressure of your tongue when you got to his tip, humming softly when it spurts out a little glob of pre, almost in thanks. 

“Wow- you can go again? Already?” You asked amazedly and he shook his head quickly 

“Fuck no - hell fuckin’ no, this’ as hard as ‘m’gettin’ it would hurt t’go like this“ he said and you pout a bit. 

“Darn, would’ve been fun” you said and resumed rubbing your tongue over his length that was jumping and twitching at your stimulation. “Feels good though right?” You ask and he hums, in a way that almost sounded like a whimper but he clears his throat to cover it 

“Mmhmm- feels- feels really good” he said and you smile, rubbing your lips over his vein that ran on the side, dipping your tongue between your lips to feel the girth of it. After a few more minutes of sucking and licking, and a few flicks of your tongue - he gently pats your head “think ‘m clean” he said a bit breathlessly and you looked up at him. 

“You sure? I don’t wanna miss any spots” you joked and he chuckled 

“I’m sure. And I want my turn now” he said and you wipe your drooly mouth on his hip and giggle before laying down and peeling off your soaked panties, thankful they were coming off because they were becoming uncomfortable - and chucking them who knows where. 

“Ah, thanks f’usin me as a napkin very kind” he jokes and fixed his boxers before laying on his stomach in front of you, putting a thigh on each shoulder and essentially hugging your hips, supporting himself with his elbows and going to work right away. 

He kissed over your thighs, up your wet sensitive lips to your mound, placing a gentle kiss there as well and gently nibbling on the pad of fat there. “I fuckin love this” he said, sucking on the mound of flesh. You giggled a bit, crossing your ankles together and watching him as he gazes up at you intently. 

“You’re nibbling on me like a dog” you gently rub over his hair and scratch his scalp to which he hums in appreciation and licks you over, swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it. You shivered at the action, thighs cupping his face and he pulled away a bit 

“Please don’t make my ears pop” he chuckled, his hot breath ghosting over your heat in a way that made your toes curl. 

“Sorry - sorry baby” you loosened your grip and pet his hair gently as he continued to devour your folds, slurping and sucking and lapping up all the wetness you had to offer. You moaned and whimpered, watching him as he dragged his tongue back and forth over your clit, resting his palm face up on your belly. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together over your abdomen. 

“You’re so pretty Carmy” you praise, your other hand playing with his now sweaty curls from everything going on “such pretty eyes” you said softly and he hums gently, nuzzling your clit with his nose as he fucks you with his tongue, lapping up your walls from the inside as well. Your belly tightens, hips arching slightly off the bed “fuck baby I’m close” you told him and his eyes flutter shut in bliss, kissing your clit gently before sucking on it. 

Your orgasm washed over you like a gentle, warm wave washing you out to sea. You hummed happily as your thighs shook, core clenching and fluttering around his tongue as he worked you through it, stroking your thigh gently. “So good- always so good bear” you said tiredly and kiss his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he licked a stripe up your core to finish you off, before kissing your thigh sweetly. 

You then felt him wipe his soaking wet chin and mouth on the inside of your thigh, and your eyes flicker back open to see him smirking teasingly. “What? S’just payback!” 

[superstarzzzzz]

So y’all fw Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :]

So canonically, based off the emerging movements he makes going from tv mode to ‘normal’ mode and the appearance of his arms/legs, there isn’t much of Puzzles that’s human anymore. The closest things he may have left is his heart and lungs (since he smokes, but that’s also a stretch).

While I prefer the idea thar he smokes, I like to think that he only holds the cigarette and pretends to smoke with a small smoke machine in the back, since the cig isn’t actually lit in the scene (not on purpose, of course).

As a kid, he was inspired to smoke from the old cigarette ads in cartoons (like the Flintstones Winston commercial).

He loves cooking shows and remaking the recipes, but he can’t eat. For a relationship hc (platonic or romantic), he’d probably love making food for you and get feedback on his cooking (eg, more spices, cook more/less, different recommendations). And compliments, of course. Always gotta compliment the chef, after all.

Body-wise (and this one might be kinda gross cause of minor body horror so skip if not comfortable), since we’ve established that there isn’t anything organic anymore about his body, he probably looks like a wire version of muscle anatomy. He’s very self-conscious about this, and tries to hide it the best of his abilities (long clothes, wrapping his arms to keep his shirt in place, the gloves). To add, his brain is probably a unique motherboard with wires surrounding it like a brain.

He sees and hears through the antennas, and makes sure to keep then aligned as much as possible. If one of them is slightly bent out of their usual shape, things look and sound very broken, like your vision going in and out. To add, the top dial changes the channel from his expressions to a specific show, and the lower dial adjusts his volume.

Technically canon but he has heterochromia! His right eye is dark brownish and his left is light blue. (He has homophobia in his eyes 😔 /j /ref)

We already know he stims lets bffr.

My friend’s hc: His angry/scary/humanoid face is parts of his original face, as well as the face that glitches during the movie’s end (I stg I know where that face is from. I wanna say Jack Stauber but I know it’s some kind of claymation. Speaking of Jack Stauber, Mr. Puzzles kinda gives Mirror Man vibes, y’know?).

Since he’s not as human anymore, he doesn’t get sick normally. However, he can get versions of illnesses through similar methods. He can overheat and power off on hot days, and he’s probably not great in rain. His signal also jams when it rains, so he’d constantly be bumping into stuff and wouldn’t be able to control the channels properly (I say control the channels cause idk what else to call it but that thing he does in the movie where he runs all the channels in his head and stuff. His head’s still a fully functional tv after all). If he’s shocked with lighting or smth, he’ll lose his signal, which is his equivalent of going into a coma.

Speaking of rain, he’ll try his best to be on top of the weather and carry an umbrella. However, if he doesn’t have actors for the weather channel and is preoccupied with other projects, he’ll be stuck at the studio waiting out the storm. Relationship hcs for this can be rlly funny. You’d catch him all bitter about the sudden rain as he stands by the door waiting for a cab or smth. If you pull out an umbrella, he’s turn into an absolute drama queen. “Oh, it’s such a TRAVESTY! This HORRIBLE rain just WON’T lighten up! Oh, if only there was someone so kind and caring who’d share their umbrella with me!” You could a) not share the umbrella and receive an even more bitter Puzzles, b) insist on holding the umbrella and have him walk with you awkwardly, or c) give him the umbrella but he holds it so high that you still get wet.

Despite his hatred for the rain, it’s one of the few things he can still enjoy about his humanity. Being a bunch of wires and other tech, he can’t feel anything, just being numb, minus a light electrical pulse, similar to a heart beat. He can’t feel specific textures but can grab and roughly identify objects. However, he can feel the rain and how different it is from other things, and it reconnects him with the real world. For any Steven Universe fans, it’s like Peridot stepping out into the rain for the first time, but more somber.

If he’s out in the rain one day, he’s sick the next. When he sneezes, his screen goes static-y for the moment.

When he sleeps, he has a black screen with the small “sleep mode” pop-up in the corner. He’s also a very light sleeper.

When he zones out, it’s the Puzzlevision logo bouncing across the screen as a screen-saver.

Aight that’s all I got right now. If this does well I’ll post some more!

[tiktaaliker]

i aaamm curious about your blaseball guys,,,,, yap away

OH HI HELLO YES. OHIO WORMS.

so. um. a very important thing to know about the ohio worms is that they sucked so bad and had the worst luck imaginable. when the team first joined the league our players were so awful that we managed a partytime speedrun (aka we set a record for being mathematically eliminated from thr playoffs the quickest. and that record was never beaten. go worms!). I could go into more detail about this because i personally find it REALLY fascinating and the worms rotten luck is part of why i love the team so much, but I'll spare you from the essay on mathematically proving that the sim hated the worms, and for now and talk about other stuff lol

another very important detail about the ohio worms is that in blaseball this -> 🐌 is a worm. Out of keyfabe this was because the actual worm emoji wasnt available to all devicies. In keyfabe this is because the Comissioner doesnt know what a snail is

ANYWAYS. Heres some of the guys from the ohio worms that i think about a lot c:

^ old art but i still like it. pictured left to right is lenny crumb, scratch deleuze, and patchwork southwick

Lenny Crumb is usually depicted as a snail or worm with a pastry for a shell! He's one of our original players from when the Worms first joined blaseball. He was our first in rotation, and hit a home run at our first ever at-bat! If you've listened to the legend of lenny crumb from the garages world tour album, its about this guy c:

Scratch Deleuze is another worms original. Usually depicted as an opossum. I love scratch so much its unreal. Scratch was one of our best batters and was really widely beloved among worms fans (including me). She actually spent a really long time elsewhere; i think she might hold the record for most irl time stuck elsewhere, if not then it was def up there. She also got the cluttered mod in one of the later seasons, which worked GREAT because we had the filithiest stadium BY FAR and the mod made her play better in stadiums with high Filth levels. Also her pregame ritual was eating spaghetti <3

PATCHWORK SOUTHWICK MY BELOVEDDDDD. i have an unhealthy obsession with mediocre pitchers in blaseball and patchwork was the best of them. So without getting too in depth on player stats and fk stats and all that stuff because it was REALLY complex, but the main thing thats relevant here is the ruthlessness stat. Ruthlessness was a stat that impacted how often a pitcher throws strikes instead of balls. It was EXTREMELY important and every really good pitcher in blaseball (at least up through mid-expansion before i thiiink stats got reworked a bit and ruth wasnt as important anymore) had a maximum ruth. Patchwork meanwhile was EXTREMELY fascinating because their ruthlessness was jusssst good enough to make them a viable pitcher but also shitty enough to make any game they pitched in the most dire and stressful experience imaginable. Patchwork liked to load up the bases with walks and then strike out three batters in a row. Practically every noteworthy game in worms history had Patchwork as the pitcher. A running joke in the ohio worms was "I WANT TO GET OFF PATCHWORK SOUTHWICK'S WILD RIDE" for a reason. I love themmmm and i personality hc them as a scarecrow being possessed by a committee of ghosts c:

^ more old art lol. Kaz Fiasco and Pitching Machine

Kaz Fiasco waz an original worm who is commonly depicted as a mothman-adjacent creature. When the glitter weather first started appearing (which had a chance for players to randomly received items. Kaz got 2 hats which he had on at the same time. Iirc i think his first hat he got in the first ever glitter game in the entire league! He ended up being feedback'd over to the Sunbeams in exhange for Iggy Delacruz (riv), which i think was extremely fitting. I personally headcanon that the only recipe that Kaz is able to make is party cheese salad, and I would go into other teams channels temporarily just so i could let them know about this whenever kaz joined a new team.

Pitching Machine is not an original worm by technically. During the first election Worms were a part of after being part of the league for less than a full season, we somehow ended up with Pitching Machine (REALLY good pitcher, extremely popular, involved in Major Plot Events) which is great! ....except with the way trading worked, PM ended up in our batting roation. Surprisingly enough, Pitching Machine was also a pretty good Batting Machine! PM was a beloved worm to the point where we intentionally wasted a will during one election to steal it from ourselves (long story). The song Not That Bad by the garages (also on the world tour album) is about pitching machine's time on the worms c:

I actually have quite a few more ohio worms players i want to talk about, but honestly i'd need to dedicate an enire post JUST for vess sundae and roz darkness, my two all time favorite blaseball players ever, and also its almost 1 am and i have work tomorrow. but i can and will talk more about blorbos from my splorts later

[eardefenders]

Sherlock & Co - Mailbag Episode 3 Transcript

00:00 John: Heyyy there, I’m,uh, I’m, uh, back in your ears! Heh. Uh, thanks for inviting me in. Um, I-I just wanted to add a chunk on before this Q and A just to give you an update on all things Gloria Scott. Uh, thanks so much for the kind words, first off. Uh I-I-I did warn about its angst. Um, and I appreciate i-it’s not always a fun ride when, when those kinds of things happen. Um. But hey! I’m glad you all enjoyed it. Um, glad the masterful sound design was appreciated.

00:32 John: Uhm, yeah I thought I’d, I’d check in now and give you a rundown of it all. Post match interview sort of stuff. Uh, Lionel did recover from the stroke. He is out of hospital, but he will be going back to Australia. Um. He’s-he's obviously cooperating with the government, um, down there. It’s not an easy situation, but he’s handling it with remarkable grace and dignity. Um. Victor is, as well. Can’t quite get the read on things with him at the moment. He’s obviously very, very torn. Uh, we solved the case for him, but, y’know, yeah. H-he’s in a much worse place then he was before. Um. *pause* Such is life. Uh, such is a very complicated life, I should say. He’s helping his dad, with the inquiries. Uh, m-my gut says there’ll be prison time. *sucks teeth* Um, y’know, c-cooperation and evidence and the, yeah, t-the mitigating circumstances might be helpful to Lionel and all, but, uh… *deep breath* ultimately lives were lost. He was complicit. Y’know this is the world we live in.

01:49 John: *sucks teeth* Victor has paused the job search, but uh I-I do believe he’ll be coming back to the UK once, y’know, whatever happens, happens. But, uh, yeah. Tough stuff. Um, glad you all enjoyed Mariana joining in on the adventure. Um, don’t know if she enjoyed it all that much. So far she’s watched corpses get pulled out of the canal and now she’s watched an elderly stroke victim get extradited for murder. So, uh, y’know. *chuckles lightly* Welcome to the world of true crime, Ametxazurra!

02:23 John:Um, Sherlock asked me to apologize, also, actually. Um, yes, to apologize that he wasn’t technically correct in his solving of the case. Um, uh, Hunter did reveal the actual truth. I, I told him people wouldn’t really mind. He got me to apologize anyway, so, uh, yeah. There you go. Um, so he’s been a right mopey bastard, as you can imagine. *clears throat* So, to cheer him up, I carted him off to…an indoor theme park! Heh, yeah, you heard that right. Theme park. But indoors. Well, theme park’s a bit strong to be honest. I-I-It’s like an arcade with an indoor roller coaster. But yeah! Y’know! Uhm, back to Camden, but for a much more enjoyable experience.

03:05 John: These questions were asked, um, before The Gloria Scott episode aired. T-two that I ask Sherlock right at the end are eerily prescient. Um, that’s the right word, I think? Uh, I hope. Welp, you’ll see what I mean. Enjoy!

03:19-3:49 *Intro Music*

03:47 *Arcade Sounds Fade In, we can hear Sherlock exerting himself*

03:50 John: Yoooo, wassup guys! Welcome to the John Watson channel where we talk all things John Watson all the time! Ehh, that’s my impression of a youtuber or real podcaster, hope you enjoyed it. Ah, right, Sherlock, tell the members where we are.

04:01 Sherlock: Indoor theme park! Augh! *through gritted teeth* You little alien bastard! Get back here!

04:09 John: Sherlock is doing some whack-a-mole, ah, or they’re aliens in this place, not moles. Could be alien moles. Who knows. Ah, it’s an indoor theme park in *in a very exaggerated North London accent (genuinely he sounds like an ass here)* North London. That’s North London, sorry. Bit excited. Had about a kilogram of sugar. Haha, I’m looking at all sorts here. Arcade machines, carousels, basketball hoop game thingy, air hockey, bumper cars -dodge’ems, call’em what you will-, and an indoor roller coaster! Hahahaa! It’s wild stuff. Okay, let’s get to some questions over a casual game of air hockey.

04:40 *Audio Cut, sounds of air hockey being played*

04:41 Sherlock: Have that! *puck hit sound* And that!

04:44 John: ‘Have that and that’? What are you, a musketeer? Hahahaaaa! *sound of a puck entering the goal* First point Watson! Heyheyheeeey, ahhhh. And now for the first question. Uh, Tonkster aka Resetoaster asks, “To John and Sherlock, if you go to Subway -the fast food I should clarify- what do you usually order?”

05:03 Sherlock: *with exertion* You’re *sound of the puck being hit* distracting me! Ah!

05:06 John: Ah, you wouldn’t be saying that if you were winning.

05:07 Sherlock: I’m not winning *puck hit sound* precisely because of it.

05:11 John: Alright, fine. I’ll answer. Uh, I like the turkey club. Is that-Ow! That hit my finger. *hisses in pain*- I think there’s a turkey one. Um, I like that one on plain-ish bread. I don’t think their fancy breads are all that good. Uh, and then I’ll have a southwest sauce- Wham! Haha! *sound of puck entering goal*

05:23 Sherlock: Oh, bugger.

05:26 John: Subway order?

05:26 Sherlock: Never been.

05:27 John: Great.

05:27 *audio cuts. Sounds of automatic rifle fire going off*

05:29 John: Reloading. Cover me!

05:29 Sherlock: Covering.

05:30 John: Incoming at your two o’clock.

05:31 Sherlock: On it!

05:32 *sounds of two loud gunshots*

05:33 John: Yesss, Sherlock. Right, through the lobby. Okay, let’s see how this goes. Bellaxbear01 asks “If you guys want another pet, what animal would it be? Another dog, another cat, or maybe a fish?”

05:47 Sherlock: I like fish. *sound of gunshots* Very much. Reloading.

05:50 John: *pleased* Oh, hahah! I like fish too!

05:52 Sherlock: Really?

05:53 John: Yeah! Tropical?

05:54 Sherlock: Tropical or temperate.

05:56 John: Well that’s good to know. Yeah, worth maybe one day looking into that? Oo! Getting shot at here. Uh, Amelie5 asks “Do you have a favorite case you’ve solved so far?

06:05 *sounds of a big gun being fired*

06:07 Sherlock: A good question at bloody last. Die you bastards! *big boom*

06:12 John: Oh wowhaowhaooow! *sounds of I guess dirt falling, maybe bodies???* *with a smile in his voice* Oh, you made him blow up! Ha! Ahh, I know the feeling. Poor sod.

06:18 Sherlock: I rather enjoyed the Red Headed League.

06:22 John: Yep, that was a good’un. -Oh, duck down! That’s a machine gun.- Did you like the Red Headed League because of the case or because it proved me wrong about it being boring?

06:27 Sherlock: Mmm, both.

06:28 John: Great, well-oh I’m dead. *sound of man yelling, presumably John’s character dying in the game* Balls.

06:31 *audio cut. Ambient arcade sounds with something fizzing at the forefront*

06:34 John: What is that?

06:35 Sherlock: *struggling to speak* opp ing andy.

06:37 John: Opping Andy?

06:38 Sherlock: *still struggling to speak, but clearly annoyed* Op-opping. Andy.

06:41 John: Ohhhh, popping candy. Right. Well, RangerPip asks any specific reason you started smoking a pipe?

06:49 Sherlock: *unintellible gargling and consonant sounds*

06:54 John: Right, well, if you understood that RangerPip, well done you, haheh. *pause* *in a considering tone* Hunnh. He may or may not be choking.

07:03 *audio cut, loud music and bumper car sounds*

07:04 John: Ah!

07:04 Sherlock: Ahahaha!

07:05 John: Hahahah, left! Left! Left!

07:08 Both: Ah! *sound of impact*

07:09 John: Oh my god, my ribs! Argh, right! Let’s get up some more speed and smash into these kids-uh, I mean! These, um, big burly blokes.

07:17 Sherlock: Here we go.

07:20 John: Yesss, Sherlock, we are at some speed now, baby! Hahahah, right! Question from Raylein, “Does Archie get human food? And if he does, who feeds it to him?”

07:30 John: Ah yeah I do feed him, I-

07:30 Sherlock: Yes.

07:33 John: Wait.

07:34 Sherlock: What?

07:35 John: You’re feeding him as well?

07:36 Sherlock: I am, yes!

07:38 John: Well, that explains a lot. Uh, yeah Raylein, I don’t really like animal products going to waste so I just, um, I chuck him all sorts. Ope, here we go. Come here you little shits.

07:44 Sherlock: Ahhhhhhhh!

07:45 John: *sound of impact* Ah hahah!

07:48 *audio cut, it’s much quieter now, but they’re still at the arcade*

07:49 John: *remorsefully* I just didn’t think they’d cry and tell their mums is all.

07:51 Sherlock: That’s what children do. *accusingly* You told me to smash into them.

07:55 John: I did not say that.

07:57 Sherlock: Can I get the SD card out of your microphone and check?

08:00 John: No.

08:01 Sherlock: See.

08:02 John: Andrew says, “Question for Sherlock: Do you have any piercings? And, if you don’t, do you want any? And, if you do, which ones do you want?”

08:10 Sherlock: *sucks in a deep breath* Ear piercing. I haven’t used it for some time.

08:14 John: Why not?

08:15 Sherlock: Was that asked in the Discord?

08:17 John: What?

08:18 Sherlock: That. Just then.  The ‘Why not?’

08:21 John: …No.

08:22 Sherlock: *takes a breath* Well then. I needn’t answer it. This is a time for members.

08:26 John: Right. Great. Lovely. Ok, MushPit says “Your deductive skills, was it talent you were born with or a skill that you developed and perfected over time?”

08:34 Sherlock: I assume MushPit is asking me, not you?

08:37 John: Ah ha ha, very funny.

08:40 Sherlock: My senses have always been, um-

08:43 John: Overcalibrated?

08:44 Sherlock: Yes, quite. Sooo, I’ve always observed a lot. When I found it difficult to tune out of my surroundings, I decided to analyze them. Then it became rather addictive. Yes, it became a skill, but I feel it much stronger then a skill. It feels like a byproduct of my very existence. I cannot unlearn it. IIII cannot wind it down or soften it. It occupies me as much as I do it. I fear that I  cannot stop it. Even if it kills me. Even if it drains everything from me and I can never truly find it to know myself, to know my surroundings without the necessity…uh, no, the-the requisite to my very self. To t-try to understand everything-

09:33 John: The rollercoaster’s ready.

09:34 Sherlock: Oh.

09:35 John: Uh, we- we can finish if you want? Uh, y’know we can go on it later?

09:40 *audio cut, we can hear the roller coaster going and John and Sherlock on it. John keeps saying ‘Woohoo! Wheee!’ and Sherlock is saying joyfully ‘Bloody fantastic! Absolutely bloody fantastic!’ Both of them also keep laughing in between their exclamations*

09:48 *audio cut. We’re outside. London traffic can be heard.*

09:53 John: Oh that was good! Wasn’t it?

09:54 Sherlock: *pleased* Superb.

09:56 John: Not a bad idea, is it? A theme park, indoors? I mean we were a little old for it, but hey, y’know, there’s no age limit on enjoyment! Well, I mean you can’t go jumping into a soft play or anything like that, but yeah. Yeah. Now we are walking near Chalk Farm. Not actually a farm of chalk, of course. It’s just a nice place between Bellsides Park and the Northern end of Camden town. How’s that q and a session for you, mate?

10:16 Sherlock: Is that question on the Discord?

10:17 John: Right, ok. This is not a thing. You can still have normal chats with me inbetween members questions.

10:25 Sherlock: Noted.

10:26 John: Well it’s a question for me now anyway. Um, has your mother finally listened to the podcast? And if yes, what does she think of it? Uh, yes, has she listened? She has! She didn’t like the sound of my bomb. That makes two of us, there. Eheh. Uh, and she sent me further messages about Mariana. And! She will occasionally point out when I’ve been rude to people on the show. *clicks tongue* She also asked me if the Austrian man’s face was okay, so she has at least, definitely finished one adventure. And, no. His face is not. Ok. Mum. Uhh, so- hunh, this is weird.

10:59 Sherlock: What’s that?

11:01 John: Two questions here, next to each other. Uh, I-I’m not making this up. First one, Ramt or-or Ramtonk, “t-the flowers on my orchids are gone, but the plants themselves are thriving. Uhh, they’re watered as they should be and get optimal sunlight. Will the flowers ever come back?”

11:19 Sherlock: *pleasantly surprised* Hhha!

11:20 John: Right? Yeah and the second one from Batonks the Graveyard Ghost says, “Question for John, do you have any funny memories from your childhood that you’d like to share with us?”

11:30 Sherlock: Yes, that is quite remarkable.

11:32 John: Well! I’ll let the adventure of The Gloria Scott answer those questions! So, ah, everybody, thanks so much for these. I hope you enjoyed the answers. Sorry it’s been so short, but I’ve just noticed that that’s our bus!! We’re gonna miss it! Go! Go! Go!

11:46 Sherlock: *frustrated sigh* For goodness sake!

11:47-12:17 *Outro Music Plays*

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Ones and Zeroes

Author’s note: Selkie Squad reporting in! Husbandry AU

Summary: Doronius makes his Debut- and speaks with Talos. Totally normal interaction with a 'Raven Guard' and an 'Ultramarine'.

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Doronius is a Tech Marine, it's not a particularly unusual specialty, but here on Ancient Terra, any brother with any kind of specialty training is worth their weight, and depending on the specialty, more than double their weight in ceramite and ammunitions.

"So- you wanted my help on certain matters?" Doronius inquired to Talos, who'd gone through the proper channels to request aid from a Tech marine.

He'd taken the request- as hidden within the request was the imbedded in it that this was an Alpha legionary request. Their armor had some... quirks to it that made it more interesting to work on.

The machine spirits within their armor more exacting and the prayers and needed rituals to maintain and appease them. As well as the repair of their armor made it more interesting than the armor of their cousins of other gene-lines.

Talos explains about his issues he's having with his armor. While, due to the nature of their work they have to be more independent have a wider knowledge base, having a specialist help when certain issues crops up help when it's out of one's expertise with certain things.

So, Doronius assess his armor and helps him fix the issues that he doesn't know how to handle and they go over certain other things that are Alpha-legion adjacent.

"I think I and my squad will be in the area for a while," Doronius says casually.

"That'll be nice." Talos says.

[pixie-felix]

Ohmigosh, OHMYGOSH!!! *blushes* not you thinking about me *insert Debby Ryan ear tuck*. (Like I don't think about you too) Was it because I was being needy in the inbox 👀 was it giving Han energy cause that's how I felt after writing it 😭😭😭 these men are tew FOINE!!! (Legit don't sweat responding. You'll get to it when you get to it. I feel like I spam and forget half of what I send anyway🥴)

It's not too half baked!

Of course Ayennie invited me over. I brought over the fondue machine that was finally delivered so we could have some fun with chocolate (along with some fruits and cookies). Unfortunately he failed to tell me that Channie is a nudist, but he totally did that on purpose cause he found Chris crushing and the man refused to make a move despite Innie giving him a push (the sweetest maknae).

Just unlocked the door and walked right in with the box nearly dropping it as I squeal cause Chan is naked and I wasn't supposed to see that and yes all awkward and blushy and hiding behind the sofa and refuses to come out. "Close your eyes and I'll run back to my room. I.N isn't here and he didn't tell me you were coming. I'msosorry!" But wait a damn minute...the little glimpse I got of him, he looking kinda good. But also, "Chan it's fine. I mean I can even the playing field." His lil head pops up as I drop my top--no bra cause the top didn't work with one-- and his ears instantly go red as he groans. (He's so at least half hard) God he's cute, but you don't push despite full on having feelings for Chan.

Innie arrives finally and full on laughs as he deciphers the situation and pulls his own shirt off to make it less weird. Chris would leave to throw shorts on at least but he's not risking us see him hard yet. Pulling my top on I just go to set up the machine and Ayen lets Chan gain some dignity as long as he promises to join us, which he does. Drinks get involved (I'm thinking drinking game while watching a movie) and everyone relaxes. Confessions are made, chocolate and treats are consumed, steamy make out sessions are had, but no going all the way just yet. That'll be for next time.

OR!!!

Maybe things do go beyond and Chan thinks the threesome is a one time thing, but you suggest going on dates and seeing how he feels after and he couldn't be happier. After having his own time with you he's SPRUNG and far less awkward. A total gentleman. You even talk kinks before doing anything. Match made in heaven and he couldn't be happier that Ayen helped forced him.

Feel free to add more (I'm sure we'll come up with a great thread for this). We should write more about Ayen being a chaos gremlin. He probably plots with Minho and learned a lot from him.

Also HELLO! It's your blog, if you wanna share a thought you think we'd like, post it. Well see the asks answered at some point. You're on your own time. No one else's. I hope you get better soon and feel great.

And yeah, I peeped that. NGL, I have a list of names I would have them saved in my phone as and "Hyungjin🎨😇" is legitimately on the list 🤭. If he happened to see that he was saved as such I think the double entendre might go over his pretty lil head out he might think it's just odd behavior cause I'm noona so...? And even then, if he were older he'd be oppa. Is it a typo that stuck? How long have I been spelling his name wrong? 🤔

I'd pray he never find out that I maybe jokingly guessed he was hung and thought he had one of the prettiest dicks ever that made me wanna act right AND act up.

Ykw, that's enough Internet for today...

--🍭

You can always spam my inbox. ALWAYS. CHANNEL YOUR INNER QUOKKA MANBOY! If you've forgotten some of the gems you've sent me, let me tell you, you are in for some treats. (Before that though, I'm gonna need your list of names 🧐🙏.)

Seriously, I'm considering making a whole masterlist/index for you and kiwi anon's genius, so that everyone can read and enjoy. Have you seen the comments @a-jazzy-bitch and @incognitoinstigator added to the op? I'm gonna add their comments in this post too, so that we can all add to this together.

THE FONDUE MACHINE, YES. I KNEW MACHINERY WAS INVOLVED. You understand my brain perfectly.

The importance of the fondue machine can not be overstated, because it's kind of awkward and heavy.

So of course, when Chan sees you struggling with it as you come into the dorm, his first response is to get up and help. Temporarily forgetting that he's naked. He's always naked at home, so he doesn't even think about it until he sees the shock on your face.

Unfortunately he's halfway across the room before he realises what the problem is.

The question is, what noise does he make when he dives behind the sofa? Does he squeak? Does he scream? Does he make this noise:

He's hiding behind the sofa and you're awkwardly standing by the door, arms getting tired from holding the fondue machine. It's not so much it's heavy, it's just awkward- much like your current situation.

You know what you saw. Chan knows what you saw. And you know that Chan knows you know Chan knows what you saw. (Is that grammatically correct? Does it make sense? idk, idk.)

You should have mercy and let Chan run back to his room, but the little demon in your head (that looks suspiciously like Ayen) had other ideas.

Nothing you do is going to make Chan less embarrassed. Really, the kindest thing to do would be to level the playing field. (In my head your top is the type of halterneck that ties up.)

So you just reach behind your neck, tug the strings, and boom. Tits on display.

Chan's eyes might pop out of his skull, and he might be about to paint the carpet white and sticky, but hey. At least he's not embarrassed anymore 💁‍♀️

You know what they say, two wrongs don't make a right. And two rights don't make a left. Do you know what two half naked people makes? Two thirds of a threeway.

Speaking of threeways, this is when Ayen walks in. Looking smug and unsurprised. This was his plan all along, you see.

He pulls his own shirt off and throws it at Chan, giving his hyung something to cover himself with as he runs to his room.

Chan will stay in his room, fretting and stressing, for a good twenty minutes. By which time you and Ayen have got the fondue machine fully up and running.

Obviously you go to coax Channie out of his room with a chocolate covered strawberry.

Yes, you're going to tease him with it.

Yes, shy Channie is banished, and Christopher is going to appear.

Yes, the sexual tension is going to increase by 100%.

And yes, Ayen is going to come and ruin the moment. "Noona, the chocolate isn't melting right, come help." (The chocolate, is in fact, melting just fine. Ayen was just feeling jealous and left out.)

The moment might be ruined, but the way Chan's eyes follow you as you leave... Yeah, you both know what's going down in funkytown.

Chan does join you guys for fondue, and sexually charged chaos ensues.

The chocolate you drip down your chest was definitely an accident. As was the growl Chan made when Ayen licked it off your collar bones.

You end up borrowing one of Ayen's shirts while you hang out. Chan is secretly jealous, but when he offered to grab something for you Ayen was quick to make a joke about how Chan needs all the clothing he has.

Chan would've been pissed at him, but the way you giggle makes his heart do a little flip. And then you lean against him, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and feed him another sexually-charged chocolate-covered strawberry.

✨✨✨ Making out happens. ✨✨✨

(Yes, Ayen is included.)

That threeway I mentioned? Yeah, it's definitely on the cards for the future, but not tonight. Poor Channie's heart can't take it. At some point in the evening, the following conversation happens:

Ayen: What's to be shy about, she's already seen you naked? Chan: She didn't see everything! Y/n: Um, actually...

Chan will never be able to eat fondue without blushing. So of course Ayen makes sure to bring it out at every excuse.

Speaking of every excuse... may I introduce yet another crack!fic idea:

STRIP UNO AND FONDUE NIGHTS ft. @a-jazzy-bitch & @incognitoinstigator

Lmao- imagine if Jeongin walks in on that they all just hang out together naked. Omg imagine it becomes like an annual thing where like every year they just spend the day together naked . Or maybe it’s like a monthly thing. What activities would they do? Play games? *gasp* play TWISTER?? Omg- someone take my imagination away from me 🙈 what if they’re able to get some of the others in on it too

No no, keep your imagination going. Naked twister. Uno Strip (poor Felix if this is a thing between joined dorms xD).

UNO STRIP- PLEASEEEE He’s just losing his ever-loving mind getting +4s three times in a row. OMG- imagine after a few Naked-Days he’s prepared for Uno Strip by layering and layering a bunch of clothes but he STILL ends up being the first one naked

Nah, for real! Cause he's also a hugger so the second I get him and feel the extra layers I'm plotting. It becomes gang up on Lixie hour since baby chick wants to wear 20 layers. Imagine it was summer and he rolled up wearing a bandana, beanie, scarf, under armor, fitted long sleeve, fitted then a loose tank top, a loose long sleeve, baggy shirt, flannel, hoodie, swim shorts, gym shorts, leggings and a pair of jeans! We're all plotting to get him naked first cause that's cheating. Get like my discord group playing virtual uno, asking whoever our partner is "you got protection/ammo/defense" before placing them +2 and +4 cards

Uno Strip and Fondue Nights, at least once a month. Everyone gangs up on Felix, especially once he starts trying to sneak in extra layers.

[catenary-chad]

Some sources I get my train info from (mostly US-focused)

-Clive Lamming is all in French but can be machine translated. Outside of that he is my favorite rail writer and covers many of the themes/topics relevant to Stex. Fanciful, beginner friendly style that's fun just to browse random stuff on. Writes about electric trains in a romanticized way no English-language author does.

-Wikipedia is a decent starting place for most topics and will have a list of sources for fact-checking and even more info

-Historical societies for specific regions/railroads can be GREAT for more specific info

-Train museums/tourist railroads usually have decent websites with historical info on their equipment and you find some… interesting things at them.  Not always the biggest and coolest, but lots of weird stuff even at smaller ones (Chinese steam engines built in the late 80s, the tiniest diesel switcher I’ve ever seen, and a wild array of redneck retrofits of old circus trains are things I’ve seen).  They’ll often have more info on niche local industries for fun freight characters.  

-You’ll probably have a LOT of success finding physical books about trains at libraries, The Internet Archive, and antique stores (or anywhere with used books). 

https://www.cruiselinehistory.com/

^this site has a TON of articles and photos of 30s-60s era high-end US trains, which most of the replica coaches are based on.  Absolute gem for finding historical context for them and refs/ideas for OCs.

The Railway Series and first few seasons of Thomas The Tank Engine are unironically good at explaining British steam train mechanics circa the early-mid 20th century in a more whimsical way.  They’re very specific to their time and place though.  

r/railroading on reddit is for actual railroad workers to discuss their jobs and problems. Here there be discussions about whose employer sucks the least and which lines/engines have the worst toilets. It’s an interesting look at a very different side of things…

Electric-specific sources because they're a pain to find:

My youtube playlist with some favorite videos

ocs4rail.com - free, modern, English-language book with more than any non-professional would want to know about rail electrification. First few chapters have a great summary of the politics and history of it in the UK, the chapter on electric traction has great info on how the actual trains work. it gets technically intense fast outside of that and you might get lost if not mechanically/electrically inclined.

William C. Middleton- When the Steam Railroads Electrified- considered one of the definitive books on earlier US electric heavy rail, BEAUTIFUL photos and encyclopedic scope. Not cheap and probably a pain to get outside the US. Unfortunately most other books on pre-70s US electric trains are this way.

-Central Electric Railfans Association has put out a lot of stuff mostly on Chicago-area lines

-If you are ever in Boston, The Wardmaps/MBTA store is an awesome spot for books on this topic (and old passenger rails schedules, maps, and tokens)

-trolley museums often have very high quality presentations on random topics. Searching for Frank Sprague on various platforms will dig up something, he's a very important inventor in the train and elevator sphere many don't know about.

-Substation, elevator, and general heavy industrial tech and maintenance videos can be helpful since they share basic tech (various types of motors, variable frequency drives, big transformers).

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

Hyce777 (steam and diesel train mechanics, run by a guy who actually works on them. Gets very technically detailed in some videos) 

Railnatter (British podcast, discussion about political, technical, and cultural aspects of trains, host works in the industry and guests often do too)

Banks Rail (Modern US train politics, some international issues. VERY thorough and specific but beginner friendly.)

Charles Smiley Presents (20th century US trains, lots of nice video and very chill and beginner friendly without ignoring deeper problems)

V12 Productions (mostly modern US freight operations but very approachable style and shows a wide variety of stuff)

PAN UP (newer on the scene, one of the few with coverage of old US electric trains, very calm and chill)

Trek Trendy (very detailed reviews/vlogs of modern luxury trains)

Amtrakguy365 (aimed at railfans, histories of specific Amtrak equipment and lines)

Alan Fisher (focused on modern US transit/train issues, Philadelphia-focused and VERY leftist, aimed at non-railfans)

How We Get Around (even more Philadelphia focused but less political, lots of nitty gritty on the specific area’s network but also assumes you’re stupid and explains the basics very bluntly)

Specific references I use for Electra:

Electra is real and can take you for a ride if you ever go to France

CC 6500 info from an organization who restored and runs one today

AEM-7 Manual (Dense and technical but very detailed. The Swedish Rc class locomotives, AEM-7s, and similar derivatives are a pretty popular fanon basis for Electra and relatively well documented in English due to being used by Amtrak for nearly 40 years and in Sweden from the 60s-80s to now. Those models are my main source of Electra Extended Lore.)

Head-End Power info (sales website with detailed technical info on modern US-style HEP)

[o-craven-canto]

A sentiment commonly seen on the subject of generative AI is, paraphrasing, "this image was not assembled by a conscious mind; therefore it is worthless, empty of any value as art or even entertainment, and it would be empty even if it were technically perfect, even..." (not sure of this part, I may be extrapolating a bit) "... if it were pixel-for-pixel indistinguishable from a piece made by a human artist. If I were intrigued by the appearance of such a piece, I would lose any interest the moment I found out it was made by a machine."

At first I thought this sentiment was absurd, and concluded that nobody can possibly feel this way, that it must be a dumb kneejerk response or an excuse to hate on AI renderings because it's trendy to do so. I no longer believe this. (Well, I do still have disagreements with several common sentiments about generative AI, none of which is relevant to this post.) Hearing this sentiment spelled out by a friend IRL made it click into place.

Turns out -- must be blindingly obvious for most, but was not for me -- that many people see art, at least when it's not a simple matter of space decoration, primarily as a social interaction, a form of communication; a message from the artist to the viewer.

Now, I am a biologist, a philosophical materialist, a completely unapologetic STEMlord, and to be honest probably not quite entirely socially well-adjusted. The vast majority of my aesthetic experiences, at least the ones I am most aware of and most deeply stricken by, involve nature and not artwork. If you ask me to name ten beautiful things at random, at least seven or eight will be natural objects and living organisms. If you ranked entities by how much aesthetic pleasure they give me, slime mold would rank much higher than the David. Animal anatomy, cells, fossils, mountains, planets, forests, oceans, parasites, ecosystems, phylogeny, embryos, asteroid impacts, the continental drift -- all my favorite things are things that no one made.

(My lifelong atheism is also probably relevant here. I've read that 18th century Deists were fond of interpreting Nature as a message from God, and treating natural science as inquiry into God's mind and personality. I have no such recourse.)

Sure, I do appreciate artistic representations of natural beauty as well, realistic, stylized, or schematic (love me a good diagram), and I respect the skill, imagination, and dedication that go into it. I even try it myself, sometimes, and I should hope that someone else appreciate it.

But, much like someone kneeling before a crucifix is supposed to be praying to the transcendent deity and not to the carved wood, I can't help but see these wonderful works and their talented authors as essentially a conduit, a channel, a referent to Something else. Even my first great aesthetic experience, the one so perfectly fitting my taste that I suspect it was my taste that molded around it, drew most of its beauty (for me) from something completely outside of human grasp.

If I think of my favorite visual artists I think mostly of inhuman things -- C. M. Kosemen's dwellers of other universes, John Martin's conflagrations of water and fire, M. C. Escher's tessellations and paradoxes -- where individual human characters have a minor role, if that (this is not necessarily the case for writing, for what that's worth), and all the undoubted skill and creativity that went into those works, is, for me, mostly a way to allow that inhumanity to show Itself.

Anyway this is basically why I'm not bothered by machine-made pictures.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

So I’m part of this really chill, really awesome Discord mainly for Steddie and in the prompts/idea pitch channel someone (the darling @yesdangerpls) mentioned Wayne Munson stuck in a time loop. And like… I love Wayne a lot. Took me a bit but I’ve got the first chapter done! Other than spoilers for like the show as a whole I don’t think it needs tw’s or cw’s but if you think it does let me know? Now has a part two!~

Wayne clutches the chain of his nephew’s pick necklace tight in his fist. The world’s gone to shit and one of his boy’s ‘sheep’ have just delivered the news that he’s gone. That Eddie is gone. It just can’t be true. His boy ain’t dead. He can’t be. He closes his eyes, head resting against the steering wheel of his truck, just for a moment. It’s parked outside the trailer them government spooks told him to stay away from. But Eddie ain’t dead, and he knows that he can always come home. That Wayne will be here waiting. So he’s gonna wait here until the spooks make their evening rounds and he has to scurry back to the plant.

Looking down at the necklace he misses the street lights flickering. Thinking it’s his own eyes fluttering with gathered tears Wayne leans back, he doesn’t think the hatted teen lied. There was too much emotion in the boy’s voice for a lie, too much devastation in a scent that hasn't settled. But Eddie can’t be dead. Wayne ain’t about to bury his boy this soon. Ain’t natural for a parent to bury their kid. So Eddie ain’t dead no sir. Wayne refuses to believe it. The old Beta won’t believe it until Eddie is cold under his hands. He looks up in time to see something move in the trailer he once called home.

Gets out of the truck with creaking knees, voice already shouting Eddie’s name. He doesn’t even feel the impact from behind. But he sure as shit feels the teeth.

He wakes to Duncan kicking the chair he’s sitting in. His head hits the table, knocking him out of his doze. The other Beta grins at him cheekily.

“Come on, old man, don’t want the brass catching you snoozing,” Duncan teases.

“Old man my ass. I’m only two months older than you,” Wayne quips back forcing the nightmare, because it had to be a nightmare and the sense he’d done this once before out of his head. Shakes out the pins and needles that settled in his bones like old friends.

Work is monotonous. Go in, make sure the machines behave, make sure cocky newbies don’t get eaten by machines, clock out. So what if he jerked back the new Omega hire before the pipe known for spitting steam spat what would have been a painful ass spurt straight to his shoulder. So what if he knew Duncan’s machine was gonna rattle and spook the man. He’s just good at his job, that’s all.

The drive home his stomach starts to turn. Starts to twist. The nightmare is there. Laughing at him as he pulls up to a trailer with the door wide open. Absolutely cackling as he comes upon the twisted body of a cheerleader. Ain’t no way his boy did that. Even if his boy is an Alpha. Eddie cries when he steps on a worm.

Like a machine he calls the cops. Like a puppet he talks and argues and fights the urge to throttle the cocky son of a bitch that follows the new chief around like a puppy. All the while his nightmare is there.

Talks to the little reporter lady with steel in her eyes and leadership in her stature. Thinks, again, for the first time, she would have made one hell of a lieutenant if she was a man. He searches for his boy, deals with spooks who warn him away. Like a play he never misses a cue. Like a branch stuck in a river he goes with the flow.

It leads to this. To standing in front of a wall filled with posters. Yanking down the defaced visage of his boy. It leads to the limping form of one of his boy's sheep approaching him.

"Mister Munson."

The nightmare comes full circle.

Dustin, the sheep, the lamb, the kid his kid had raved about, rambles on. Says something about never seeing Eddie get mad which is a load of horse shit, Munson's have tempers like wildfires. Calls his boy a hero. Leaves him there on that cot with just a pick. Leaves him soaked to the marrow with transferred scent of despair.

Later he parks outside of his trailer. Pick necklace around his neck. He steps out of his truck, leaves the door open. His boy is still alive. He knows Eddie is. Has to be. Wayne ain't burying his boy. He ain't traveling to the prison that holds his little brother to tell him that Wayne failed. He ain't calling up his momma or his siblings and delivering soul crushing news. Because Eddie is alive. Wayne doesn't know why his boy tricked Dustin. Doesn't care to know. He just knows that his boy is in there. Has to be. So he ignores the goosebumps, ignores the way he shivers like there is a whole flock of geese tapdancing their way across his grave and enters the trailer. Fights back a gag as the smell of rot slams into him like a linebacker. Like Chet fucking Harrington when he saw a poor kid try out for his football team.

The lights flicker. Something to his left squelches. It's a mix between the sound ground beef makes when being formed into patties and stepping knee deep into mud. He watches in sick fascination as something drops from the ceiling into the front room. It ain't his boy. Too small. Walks on all fours. Ain't exactly sure what the fuck it is. No eyes to see but the thing is staring him down. Betty, a shotgun his pa bought him before he went off to war, should be leaning against the door. She ain't. The damn spooks moved her. So Wayne's left to watch as the sightless thing hisses. Makes a noise low in its throat. Reminds him of coyotes, reminds him of the things you don't name up on the mountains. Behind it something breaks through the ceiling. Bigger. He takes his eyes off the smaller thing for a second. But that's all it takes for it to launch at him. He sees it this time, the thing that tackled him in the nightmare and he sure as fuck still feels its teeth.