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Ghostly Companion-- Chapter 2

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Thank you everyone for reading! This chapter features mostly soft, domestic fluff as I work out the plot! Next update in ~3 days. Enjoy!

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“Hehehehe!” Is what you awoke to, followed by the heart-stopping blare of cars passing by way too close for comfort.

You jolt, held in place by Mr. Crawling’s firm arms. He laughs again, giving your face a poke. “Not ∎∎∎∎!” He coos rather loudly, and you sigh.

“Yeah, good morning, Mr. Crawling,” you say, despite the sun hardly being up. It’s actually still pretty dark, and as you survey your brand new area, you notice that you’re on a rather steep part of the mountains, adjacent to some dirt roads and the scarce road lights illuminating the area.

“∎∎∎ stops!” Mr. Crawling says, rocking the both of you gently in a soothing back-and-forth motion. Huh, for being dead and rather thin-looking, his lap was actually pretty comfortable. 

You eye the area, trying your best to repeat “∎∎∎?”

Mr. Crawling nods quickly with a smile. “∎∎∎!” He says, pointing at the road.

Oh, road?

But– wait, the road is very obviously continuing off towards somewhere, you muse quietly. Perhaps something more like… the path? If you look from his perspective, the monotonous dirt mounds, roots, and rockers were most definitely cut off by the road.

So, path will probably fit somewhat better.

You nodded, “Mhm, path stops. Go with me.” As you stand up, you groan a bit, stretching stiff limbs held tightly together for an extended period of time. Judging by the sky, he must’ve been dragging the two of you for a good amount of time.

You look right and left, and upon seeing no cars, you hurriedly cross the road, watching with relief as he does the same– in fact, he moves much quicker here, traversing the flat land with glee.

Upon crossing the road, you see the lights and tall buildings of your city, numerous of which you recognize based on the shape, ads, or colors. 

“Oh thank god,” you smiled, looking back once more to check on your ever loyal ghost. Though he most definitely didn’t understand your relief, he seemed to mirror your relaxed and happy demeanor, swaying ever so slightly as he waited patiently for you to continue.

You grinned, then began to carefully trek through the remaining hills and bushes, mostly following the road from a safe distance. After all, you weren’t quite sure whether or not other people could see your new companion, and you’d much rather get back to your tiny apartment without any extra screams or the need to act like Mr. Crawling wasn’t 2 feet behind you. 

Fortunately, Japan is much quieter at dawn than at midnight with most office workers having already gone home after a night of drinking or overtime. The few that remain were early risers much too tired to give their surroundings a second thought or still half drunk and passed out near the station or a random nook in an alley. 

Lucky, lucky, lucky you think to yourself as you made steady progress to your apartment building. Feeling slightly more rested and in a better mood, you allowed Mr. Crawling explore the new setting for a few minutes, laughing at his reaction to window displays or any vending machines you passed by.

You felt far more secure walking around an area you know compared to the mountains.

“∎∎∎∎!” Mr. Crawling says, stopping to inspect a small collection of Gachapon outside a large convenience store.

You let out a small snort, his amusement infectious. You can't remember the last time you were that excited over a capsule machine. Maybe it was elementary school? 

“Want one?” You ask, giving your bag a small shake to confirm that it still had coins in it.

Mr. Crawling brightened even more, “Me can?”

You fish out your coin pouch, digging around for some 100 yen coins. You pull out 2, handing them over to his hand and placing them in his palm.

You grab 2 more coins and demonstrate, picking out one depicting cute foods. You inserted the coins and twisted the lever, watching as a yellow ball rolled out. You picked it up, popping it open, and unfurling the wrap covering your brand new keychain, revealing a piece of cartoony buttered toast.

Mr. Crawling scooted closer, giggling out “cute cute cute!” as he poked and prodded at the small plastic thing.

Without a moment of hesitation, he inserts his coins into the same machine you had picked out, his hand turning the lever making a suspicious creak and clicking that, in your heart, signified something breaking. 

Ah, shit… you thought half-heartedly as he took his yellow capsule, popping it open and tearing off the plastic covering. He let out giggles, staring at his tiny new keychain.

A cute fried piece of mackerel with little x marks over its eyes.

You let out your own laugh, absentmindedly patting his head as he poked and moved his keychain. His head jerks up, grin radiant, as he says “Me like ∎∎∎! Thank you!” 

You felt your heart melt as you gave his head a rougher pat. “Of course. Me happy…uh– me happy you happy.”

Mr. Crawling gushed, lunging up to give you a tight hug that nearly brought you to the ground again. Your far more controlled yelp was cut off by your own laughs paired with his giggles as you combed your fingers through his hair. It wasn’t as neat as before, slightly ruffled up and tangled around small pieces of dirt, leaves, and rocks.

Yikes, he needed a bath. Do ghosts need baths? Well, regardless, you probably weren’t that far off, and the remains of dried blood would probably stop looking like the dried mud you knew other people assumed it was when the sun fully rises. 

And so, the moment was rather brief, interrupted by some cars passing by, but it was more warmth than you’ve ever really experienced since childhood, and you truly cherished it.

“Alright, c’mon,” You grinned, taking a half a step back to indicate you wanted to move. “We go.”

Mr. Crawling, as sweet as can be, followed after, keeping his new keychain as… safe as can be tucked between his razor sharp teeth, the little mackerel swaying against his chin and jaw.

You tried your best not to laugh at the sight.

The journey to your apartment afterwards was as tedious as you recalled, the same streets looking hardly any different despite the fact that you were basically kidnapped into a new world and nearly died quite a few times. And, while the rush of laughter was nice, you could feel the remaining exhaustion built up from the past 24 hours weighing heavier on your shoulders with every few steps, your hour-or-so long nap hardly the rest you actually needed.

But, you can’t deny, having Mr. Crawling by your side was the motivation you needed as you hiked up roads and through narrow roads as you began to walk away from the most busting parts of the city, entering a residential area that was fairly secluded from the main streets. 

Your building was more run down than most, cheap with some decent space for one person and some nice, elderly neighbors (that you really don’t want to traumatize). So, you opened the creaky entrance as quietly as you could, feeling confident that Mr. Crawling wouldn’t make much of a peep of noise until you reached your room.

You were 3 floors up, and you stopped yourself from letting out another huff of laughter at how at-home Mr. Crawling appeared to be on familiar concrete floors and stairs. That was too bad, honestly, as your house had wooden floors and some tatami mats, but a part of your mind, despite knowing how sturdy his limbs were, felt better that he wouldn’t be constantly kneeling and crawling on cold concrete floors like before.

And, really, it would be best for the both of you to leave that place as far behind as possible. In fact, you’d like to convince yourself that everything was a dream, and you simply found a ghost in the mountains like all the ghost stories had warned you about. No blood, no torture room, and no man in red.

All normal. Regular life. No deaths or blood or a creepy face peering at you from every dark crevice. 

You pull out your keys, giving your doorknob a soft rattle as it opens, and you breathe in a lungful of air you didn’t realize you could miss so much.

The air was slightly stale, but it was nothing an hour or so of airing out could fix. 

You walk in, kicking off ruined shoes by the doorway and hesitating for a moment when you see Mr. Crawling’s… attire.

It wasn’t bad. For crawling in a damp mountain, it was actually very clean, but you were still on the edge of letting dirt and grime inside.

But when Mr. Crawling tilts his head, mackerel clicking against his cheek, you felt yourself give in with a small sigh, and nod with a smile that you simply couldn’t help.

You walked in, waving him in, and once settled upon the hardwood floor, you shut the door tight, ensuring everything was locked.

“∎∎∎?” Mr. Crawling asked, mouth free of a charm. It was now back in his hands.

You hummed, giving him a blank look that you knew he knew meant you didn’t understand.

Mr. Crawling, hardly deterred, points at your home. “∎∎∎? You ∎∎∎?”

Hmm… You contemplate, looking at your room. Was he trying to say home?

“Home,” you say patiently in your language, watching as Mr. Crawling had a turn of looking confused. “...H..” He mumbles, and you nod.

“Home,” you pointed all around your home. “Home. Me home.”

Mr. Crawling followed where your finger was pointing rather comedically, head craning backwards and torso twisting around to see everything you were showing him. “You ∎∎∎. You… home?”

Your smile was instantly matched by his as you nodded quickly in affirmation. “Yes! Me home! Me language. Home.”

Mr. Crawling giggles, then crawls further into the house, exploring. You take the time to get settled, placing your bag on the hanger and plugging your nearly dead phone into the nearest outlet. Stretching your tensed, spent muscles, you finally took the time to look at yourself in the mirror and cringed at the sight.

Firstly, your hair was an utter mess, grime and browned blood crusting up in it, on your face, and on a good amount of the rest of your body. Your clothes were frankly ruined, and you’ll have to burn them or something. There’s no way you’ll be able to explain why that much blood from a presumably missing person is all over you.

You give a glance at Mr. Crawling who paused his cabinet-inspection to, in turn, look at you. 

… surely… you contemplate, not even registering the way he’s shuffling a bit under your gaze. Surely I can leave him alone for… 20 minutes? I need to shower at least… scratch the bath. I’ll probably fall asleep if I stay there. 

Mr. Crawling hurriedly began shoving stuff back in, the clacking and banging drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You question, eloquently, as Mr. Crawling asks, holding a dustpan, “You mad?”

… Oh? “No, no.” You quickly reassure, crossing the room to bend down a bit and pet his head. “Me happy you happy. You… uh..” You pause, eyes scrunching shut as you begin digging in your mind for a word.

“You… can.” You eventually settle with, feeling assured that he understood when he smiled. You watched for another few seconds as he re-emptied the now-messy floor cabinet, digging out items that you’ve frankly forgotten about, before turning away with a small laugh and walking off to the bathroom.

You pulled out a spare set of clothes, dumping your current ones into a pile, and watched as grime and crust poured into the drain.

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When you step out, feeling refreshed and relaxed, you spotted a mini pile of mess surrounding your brand new roommate who seemed eager, mackerel keychain in mouth, to explore.

You hummed, observing his dirty appearance, before making a decision.

After all, you can’t have someone that dirty resting on a clean, white futon– or even the tatami mats he thankfully hasn’t walked over yet. He needed a bath earnestly. 

“Mr. Crawling,” You say, watching him turn in excitement.

“Hello!” He greeted, crawling towards you.

A brief half-second thought ensures that you truly had no word associated with water, wash, or anything along those lines, so you simply pointed into the bathroom, motioning towards yourself and your clean body.

“Uhm, wash. Bath,” You said, heading inside the still steamy room as you rinsed the tub and began filling it with water.

Mr. Crawling inspected it, peering at the warm water. “You,” you said, pointing inside the filling bathtub, followed by the motion of you washing your hair.

He tilts his head, jaw gently chewing at the keychain in his mouth. Then, when he sunk his arm in, you nodded fervently. “Yes yes,” You encouraged, motioning for him to get in.

When he sinks in, clothes bubbling to the surface, you contemplate asking him to take it off, but…

Yeahh, maybe not. You weren’t ready to see… whatever male ghosts had down there.

You pushed the fabric into the water, letting it soak up water until it sunk on its own and grimaced at the small wave of dirt that rose to the surface.

Yikes.

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Giggles erupted from the bathroom followed by small shouts of laughter periodically for the next 30 minutes as Mr. Crawling enjoyed the bath, splashing water out the tub and nearly melting when you firmly scrubbed his scalp and feet-long locks of hair.

You had drained and refilled the tub about 3 times now, the water finally a consistent clear color, that allowed you to wash and rinse the poor guy with some peace of mind.

“Good good! Happy!” Mr. Crawling cheered as he pushed his head up against your palms and fingers pressed against his head. “Thank you! Thank you!”

You laughed yourself, rinsing out the shampoo by scooping up buckets of water and pouring it over his head. “You really needed this,” you mused, gently layering a thin amount of conditioner onto his hair and letting it sit out on the side of the tub.

You can already see your bank account taking a foreseeable hit once your hair products run out.

Mr. Crawling giggled, taking out his now-warm arms to pet your (thankfully still wet) hair as you briefly scrubbed his legs and arms and attempted to wash his torso through his clothes. They seemed to be thin enough, after all, and it doubles as washing the fabric.

You snorted as hair fell into your face, large damp fingers clumsily pushing them away before you could really react. “You safe!” Mr. Crawling chirped, using his warm hands to cup your face and keep anything else from falling onto your eyes.

You felt your heart skip a beat as your cheeks began to warm themselves up, a soft smile firmly planted on your face. “And you’re very sweet,” you hum good naturedly, finishing up with a last rinse, drain of the tub, and wash down with the nearby showerhead.

You squeezed out as much water as you possibly could from your brand new sentient, crawling mop before helping him out of the tub and onto a towel. You gave him a small warning, motioning him to cover his ears as you plugged in the hairdryer, doing your best to dry him off.

He giggled, pulling his hands off his ears after a few moments and observing the hairdryer, reaching out to touch it a few times. “Cool! Noise ∎∎∎.” He said, watching his hair fly all around the room.

By the end, your arms were sore and your eyelids were heavy with the need to sleep, but he was dry and clean– very, very clean, skin no longer various shades of gray and clothes a step lighter than they used to be.

Before you could stand up and begin your voyage to your bed, he gently tugged you down, pulling you to sit on the towel.

“Huh?” You ask, watching as he fiddled with your hairdryer. He giggled when it roared to life, pointing the heated air at your head and clothes.

Oh… You relaxed, smiling as he tried his best to dry off whatever remaining moisture was in it. It was only slightly damp anyways, the air having done its job, but the tenderness of his fingers trying to run through your scalp and the warmth of not only the hairdryer but also the comfort of returning to some sort of semblance of a normal, soft, and loving life was enough to give rise to brand emotions that surged up from your chest and into your eyes. 

You did your best to choke out anything threatening to escape your throat, but there was no hiding the tears burning in your eyes or the way your body tensed up against the knees pressed against your back. 

Suddenly, the hairdryer shuts off, and a head smelling like your favorite shampoo pops in your vision, followed by “You sad? Hurt? Sad, you sad, me ∎∎∎.”

You sniffled, giving yourself that at least, and shook your head, quickly wiping off any tears. “No. No, me happy. You… nice. You nice… much. Me happy. Thank you.” 

Still, Mr. Crawling looked concerned, giving your body a quick check over and closely inspecting your head to ensure he really didn’t hurt you. When he finds nothing, he leans back, crawling to your side.

“You rest?” He says, and you give a jerky nod.

“Yeah, me… rest. Need rest.” You mutter, standing up and kicking the towels off to the side as well. You could clean that up later.

You lead Mr. Crawling out the room and into the small alcove covered in a tatami mat, opening a cabinet and pulling out 2 futons, unrolling them onto the floor. You then grabbed your pillows, blanket, and hurried to make yourself as comfortable as possible, handing him his set so that he could do the same.

But, instead of setting up his bed like you, he just sat right beside you intently, merely laying down the futon and pressing his pillow against your side.

“What are you doing?” You mumble, voice slightly nasally and eyes a bit puffy. You simply laid down, too tired and half-embarrassed to remain sitting up, but let out a small noise as his body laid on top of yours.

“What are you–”

“You rest,” Mr. Crawling says with a smile, face pressed against your abdomen and his blanket resting against his legs. “You rest. Me ∎∎∎∎ you safe.”

And, honestly, you don’t bother with trying to refute anything anymore. You sighed, letting your overworked muscles relax and gently resting your hand on his head. You were home, you were safe, and you… you weren’t alone. You had someone there with you now. Someone who protected you and could keep you safe in your sleep.

You blink open your eyes briefly when you felt something cold and foreign press into the other hand resting at your side, but upon seeing the small mackerel and toast keychains resting in your palm, you let out a small snort and let your eyes fall shut once again, mumbling a small “goodnight..” as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

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“...g…goood…niight…”

That's all! Gave you guys a bit of a longer chapter (~3.2k words) as an extra thanks! Hope you enjoyed ^^

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[purin-gambler]

gachapon machines with bokuto was a small mistake. upon walking around the streets of the bustling city, your aimless journey with each others company somehow landed you in front of an array of different wind up machines, all filled with an assortment of different capsuled collectables. ranging from plushies, can badges, keychains— all the sort. the two of you deciding to take closer inspection of every wind up machine to see what was available to randomly receive in exchange of a few coins.

“kou, this ones cute!” you called out to bokuto, who turned from the machine of nostalgic mini figures of some childhood animation he once enjoyed. he stepped close behind you, large toned body against your much plush and softer one. large hands firmly squeezed around your pudgy hips to stabilize himself as moved forward to observe the selection of keychains inside the machine you were looking at.

a variety adorable little mascot keychains were displayed, your voice amused as you exclaimed, “this one kinda reminds me of you!” he glanced over to see your expression, an intrigued look of awe exhibited onto your features as you looked at cute assortment. especially at the little owl keychain you were specifically eyeing. a light breath of a chuckle bubbled from bokuto, and without question, he pulled out a few coins from his wallet, and already placing them into the gachapon, winding up the machine.

he nodded for you to take the capsule now sitting idly for your taking. a small exchange of gratitude was conveyed from your lips, before popping open the keychains plastic confinement.

a little cat appeared, to which, bokuto snickered. reminded of an old friend instantly, a mental image of said friend flashing his mind. though, it wasnt the owl you wanted, so he pulled out more coins for you— another attempt to keep going.

though when it still wasnt it, he kept going. and going… and going…

you told him to stop countless of turns ago, but each time he kept insisting, “just one more time…”

eventually, he did get the little owl that reminded you of him so much. a small exclamation of victory exchanged between you both, and the glimmer of happiness in your eyes was well worth the efforts to bokuto. even though he drained the machine of all its contents until you got what you wanted. still, it was well worth it.

maybe he’ll just hand out the extra 30 keychains he rolled to his teammates and volleyball fans…

[syluslnd]

Sylus x reader who has an addiction to gachapon machines pleaseeee :D

I just used those machines for the first time ever and got 2 food shaped squishy toys and i fear this is now the start of a new addiction 😫 but they were so cute,

i ended up getting the same toy twice though :( so i gave on to my younger brother,

I can imagine Sylus laughing at reader whenever she gets duplicates and she gets frustrated, then runs out of money and gives him the puppy eyes 🥺 and doesn’t stop until she gets the toy she wants

“more money pls”

THX U THX U

when you’re addicted to gachapon machines

The sound of coins clinking into the gachapon machine was practically music to your ears. You clutched the handle, ready to twist it with all the determination of a seasoned treasure hunter. Sylus stood beside you, arms folded, one brow raised as he watched you with a mix of amusement and affection.

“Alright, sweetie” he drawled, his voice teasing. “This is, what, your fifth try now? Or is it sixth?”

You pouted, glancing up at him with big, pleading eyes. “It’s just one more, Sylus. I know the hamster is in there somewhere!” With that, you turned the handle, heart pounding as the plastic capsule clattered into the slot.

You held your breath, twisting open the capsule to reveal…yet another tiny, identical dog. “Nooo!” you groaned, staring at the little figurine in disbelief. “Why do I keep getting this dog?! I could build an entire army of these by now!”

Sylus chuckled, plucking the duplicate from your hand to inspect it. “Looks like it’s fate, kitten. Maybe you’re just meant to have a whole pack.”

“But I don’t want a pack” you protested, giving him your best pout. “I want the cute hamster with the sunflower seed! It’s the only one I don’t have yet.”

Sylus looked at you for a long moment, his gaze warm, and then he let out a low, amused sigh. “Alright, alright, show me those puppy eyes one more time, kitten. Let’s see if I can resist.”

You lit up immediately, widening your eyes, giving him the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. Sylus cracked a smile, shaking his head as he reached into his pocket and handed you another handful of coins.

“I swear, you’re going to bankrupt me at this rate” he teased, but there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you sang, taking the coins and happily dropping them into the machine. You turned the handle with renewed hope, anticipation bubbling up inside you as another capsule rolled into the slot.

With bated breath, you cracked it open. Another dog. Your mouth fell open, and you held up the tiny figure for Sylus to see, as if in disbelief. “Sylus, it’s the same dog. Again!”

He laughed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Maybe it’s a sign that you need to adopt a real dog, sweetie” he said, smirking. “Or maybe the hamster just doesn’t want to be found.”

You shot him a mock glare, but there was no hiding the laughter in your eyes. “The hamster is in there. I just know it. One more time, please?”

Sylus gave you a look that was equal parts amused and exasperated but he didn’t hesitate, pulling out his wallet with a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re adorable” he murmured, handing you yet another handful of coins. “I’ve never seen anyone look this happy about gachapon toys before.”

You beamed, dropping the coins into the machine with renewed determination. This time, you closed your eyes, turning the handle and making a silent wish. “Please, please, please” you muttered, almost as if the universe might hear you.

When the capsule clattered into the slot, you took a deep breath, hands trembling as you opened it and there, finally, sat the tiny hamster with the sunflower seed, looking as cute as ever.

“Sylus!” you squealed, holding it up in triumph. “I got it! Look!”

His smile widened and he reached out, gently ruffling your hair. “Well, would you look at that” he said, voice laced with genuine amusement. “All that for a tiny hamster.”

You looked at him, beaming, hugging the little figurine close to your chest. “Totally worth it” you said, unable to contain your happiness. “Thank you, Sylus. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He chuckled, slipping his arm around your shoulders. “As long as it makes you happy, kitten” he replied softly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Besides, I kind of like seeing you all excited over something so… cute.”

You grinned, leaning into him as you tucked the hamster safely into your pocket, feeling perfectly content and Sylus, even with all his teasing, looked as happy as you’d ever seen him, like spoiling you was worth every single coin.

[snowyaika]

Lol, huge Washington fan here. Was wondering if we could have a fic or just some head cannons for him. He's literally my favorite and I would really appreciate just anything for him.

pairing: project freelancer!agent washington x gn!doctor!reader

word count: ~600 summary: he can't get you, the doctor always patching him up, out of his head.

warnings: unidentified plot, secret mutual pining, mention of nightmares, mention of prescription drugs, slight angst if you see it that way, unedited writing, headcanon that wash has blue eyes, i overuse commas, making this while watching a violent asmr video, open ending

notes: Hi.... are you all still here? I've finally gotten back into the grove of writing... kind of! <3 something short but I find it pretty sweet, I'll probably do a continuation of this one later in the future! i've been wanting to do a doctor reader x wash for awhile now, thank you anon for giving me the chance to ^o^ let me know what you guys think!!

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The sound of a quiet machine humming fills the empty space of the medical bay, everyone out on missions or enjoying a day off in the dining hall. 

Agent Washington, however, was spending his evening staring up at the dark ceiling, inspecting the details and structure that made the room while he lay on the less than pleasant infirmary bed. 

Stripped of his usual armor, he felt vulnerable— uneasy, but the sound of the automatic door opening with a pair of footsteps he’ll never forget the pattern of instantly puts his mind at ease. 

“Wash?” You call out, startled but not surprised to see him on the small cot. He had developed a habit coming to the infirmary when his mind got too crowded, when nightmares chased away his sleep and left him  with nothing but panic. 

Another reason was to simply see you. 

You, a doctor who helps patch up clumsy people like him after a rough mission. So soft spoken and understanding compared to the constant teasing he receives from his team. And your gentle touch, as if afraid to break him more than he already feels he is. 

“Hey, Doc.” 

A classic nickname he chose for you, using it only so he can see your eyes glint with a playful glare, lips trying to resist a smirk.

He was your most frequent patient, but you never had an issue with that. 

Throwing away an orange peel (you just came from dinner, he realized), you make your way to the bed. 

Standing at the side, you take in his appearance. 

He’s still sporting the bruise from his latest mission, small enough on his jaw to look like a measly bug bite. 

His eyes are cloudy, bags deeper than last time he was here. 

Nothing too out of the ordinary, you conclude. 

“You don’t have a check up until next week. Is something the matter?” 

Finally he sits up, legs sliding to rest over the edge of the bed as he stares up at you.

The small pout on your lips makes him want to kiss it away. 

“No, I just…”

wanted to see you.

He bites his tongue before the words get out, heart skipping a beat at the idea of speaking his mind. How would you react? Reject him with such a soft tone he can't even be heartbroken? Or maybe, he'll watch your eyes widen as you share the same sentiments, leaning down and brushing your soft lips against his--

He doesn’t realize he gave no response, earning a small sigh from you.

With gentle hands you cup his jaw, tilting his head to examine if there are any sort of external wounds bothering him. Eyes meeting pale blue ones, you quickly advert your gaze. 

You had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were. If it wasn't for your self control, you would have told him how they reminded you of the blue skies back at home.

Seeing no issue with his body, you release his head and turn, heading to the locked cabinet on the other wall. A poor excuse to hide your heated face.

You don’t notice him leaning forward after your hands leave his face, seeking more of your warmth, before catching himself. 

“Did you have another nightmare?” Softly asking as you rummage through the medicine capsules, waiting for his response before picking. 

The simple answer should have been yes. He has nightmares every night, ones that wrack his body in tremors and make him wake in a cold sweat. But lately, they’ve been different. 

Instead of moments of war or unbearable pain, it has changed to soft moments with you, a life in the impossible future at each other’s side. Dancing with you under the soft golden haze of the sunset, sharing a cup of coffee in a small house far away from this life, waking up in your arms with no more fears lingering in the back of his mind.

Moments that haven’t happened plague his head, wounding his heart and cursing his brain for giving him hopes for the unattainable. He almost prefers the other nightmares compared to these.

“Something like that,” is his simple response. Giving you a small smile when you turn your gaze back to him, he watches as you come back with the medicine you always prescribe.  

[nickyrothfan]

What if everyone got super powers?(part 11). Remake

October 31st. Morning. School.

The hallways of Raven Brooks were... different.

Instead of gray hoodies and jeans — a colorful crowd. Masks, fabrics, capes, makeup.

Laughter echoed from everywhere.

The walls were decorated with orange-and-black garlands, the windows covered in cobwebs (both real and fake), and from the ceiling hung a banner:

🎃 HALLOWEEN IS HERE — BE WHOEVER YOU WANT TO BE 🎃

And everyone was someone.

Trinity wore a black witch's cloak, a pointed hat adorned with a real raven feather. Star shadows painted on her cheeks, lips a deep violet. Yellow contact lenses. She looked like she had stepped off the stage of a dark fantasy drama.

Maritza rocked a tight cheetah costume. Ears on a headband, tail swaying, fur tufts on her gloves. But most of all — speed. She flashed by like a blur: one moment on the stairs, the next near the vending machines, then suddenly by the stage.

Delroy... was Sans. Honestly. He wore a white skull mask, a blue hoodie, black shorts, and white slippers. In his hands — a crinkly box of ketchup, which he dramatically drank from every now and then.

"You didn't even try!" Trinity protested.

"I'm lazy by design," he replied, mask still on.

Enzo was Spider-Man. Not just any Spider-Man — a custom armored version with water capsules built into the gloves. He claimed it was from a future comic that "hasn't come out yet."

Everyone knew ��� he made the suit himself. All of it. Handmade.

Ivan, as always... hardcore.

A white lab coat. Turquoise stains. Fake dark bags under his eyes. A crooked portal-device on his wrist.

He was Rick. From Rick and Morty.

He even limped intentionally and spoke in a distorted drawl.

"Earth version R-120. Obviously dumber. But with decent donuts."

They gathered in the center of the hall, joking around and exchanging glances, when suddenly...

He walked in.

Nicky.

And they all went silent.

Ivan swallowed. Enzo bit his lip.

Their postures straightened.

Because...

It was that costume.

The one.

Red-and-white bodysuit.

White top — almost glowing in its brightness.

Bold, saturated red bottom.

A crimson cape — shoulder-length, fluttering behind him.

An "O" on the chest — carefully stitched in.

Gloves and boots — mirrored in color.

And even... those cursed glasses.

Black. Narrow. Almost completely hiding his eyes.

And the hair.

Mussed-up, voluminous, parted outward.

Exactly like that version of Nicky.

He approached them.

His face didn't look cheerful — but definitely... more upbeat, more alive than usual.

"Oh no..." Enzo thought.

"Hey, guys," Nicky said.

"Cool costumes all around... except Delroy's." Roth smirked.

"... tch..." Delroy rolled his eyes. Typical.

"So who are you dressed as? Omni-Mark?" Maritza stepped closer, inspecting him.

"Yeah. Liked him from the start. Episode 7, season 3? Amazing... Especially his lines like: 'I always hated you...' or 'I hate coming back to this place,' and 'Swearing doesn't make you cool.' And I'm glad he survived the cartoon... unlike in the comic, where he died... from a yo-yo." Nicky said proudly.

"Didn't that yo-yo have the power of the sun, or... a star? The sun is a star, technically." Trinity chimed in.

"Still. A yo-yo. That's just awful." Nicky replied.

"Well, I agree with that... Costume's nice, though not as cool as mine," Maritza smirked.

"Enzo, Ivan. What do you think?" Nicky asked the two nerds he usually had geeky chats with.

Ivan didn't know what to say.

He wanted to say "you look cool." But his mouth was dry.

Because it wasn't just "cool."

It was eerily familiar.

"Nicky... you—" Enzo began, but Ivan elbowed him.

Nicky looked himself over, confused.

"What? Doesn't fit? I drew it myself, you know. Like in the comic. We made it together yesterday — me and my folks. I even gave it a name: 'The Knot.' Since it tied me to my parents..."

He trailed off — clearly just thought of the name now.

Damn... even the name sounds like another concept of his... Ivan thought, remembering the time Nicky turned half turquoise, half purple.

"You look... efficient," the young genius forced out.

"Like you could level a city," Enzo added — and immediately regretted it.

"Well, if someone messes with me, maybe I will," Nicky joked, without a hint of anger.

But Ivan clenched inside. He'd seen what happens when Nicky doesn't joke.

Trinity rushed over — witchy elegance, wand, makeup that screamed "professional horror artist."

"Nicky! Wow! You really do look like... a hero from another world," Bales blushed.

"Thanks," he said.

"Ahem... I think we should keep moving. Barely any classes today anyway. Just checking boxes." Maritza "coughed," trying to grab attention.

"And that sucks," Ivan grumbled.

"Oh, come on. Mister Professor, you've probably already built an interdimensional teleporter," said Delroy.

"... well, not yet," Ivan mumbled just barely.

"So anyway, let's get to cla—" Enzo was interrupted.

"You're going to die ! All of you! There's no hiding, none of you are safe! NO ONE IS SAFE!"

The group turned toward the shouting.

Finch.

She was wearing a turquoise Sharkotron t-shirt, brown shorts, Blue Bayoux swimming goggles with a glassy/glacier-like frame, Venetian blue shoes with pastel-gray toes, soles, and laces — and over the shirt, an open straitjacket.

"..." Nicky froze. His shoulders tensed.

"Hey, freak-boy Nicky! Great costume, fits you perfectly — total lunatic..." Finch sneered, jabbing a finger into his chest.

"Though mine's better. Nailed the look? Thanks, I know. 100 percent. And hey — thank your dear Miss Esposito for giving me the idea. If not an article, then at least a costume." She scoffed and walked away.

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Snickers. Even a few full-on laughs.

"That scout b*tch..." Maritza lunged after the retreating Finch, but Delroy grabbed her.

"Let me go! I'm gonna give her the beating of a lifetime!" Esposito struggled, but Schmidt held firm.

"And land yourself in trouble? Look, I don't like Roth, but that was too much, I admit. Still, right now, you'll only make things worse," Delroy said.

"I don't give a f*ck! Let me go!" Maritza ignored him but quickly turned her attention to Nicky — who was running away.

"Damn it... stupid Finch," Trinity muttered, and ran after him.

"Nicky! Wai—" Ivan stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Murtaugh? Hello," Torre turned and saw his science teacher.

"Hi, Ivan. Listen, I know you all want to relax today. But the committee needs you and Enzo in the principal's office. You need to submit the report about your invention," Murtaugh said.

"The one that shoots canned lids?" Enzo asked.

"That's the one. Please come with me," the teacher said.

The boys sighed, realizing there was no escaping, and followed.

"Then maybe you should think of how to calm your friend down?" Delroy continued to Maritza.

"... fine. Let me go," she stopped resisting.

"Okay, but don't try anything," Schmidt let go, and Maritza bolted in the direction Nicky and Trinity had gone.

"...ah..." Delroy stood there a moment, sighed, then followed after the three teens.

Three minutes later:

"Nicky, come out!" Trinity shouted, standing in front of the boys' restroom door.

Maritza ran up at that moment.

"Where is he?" she asked.

Trinity only pointed at the door.

"Damn... if that fatty hadn't held me back..." Maritza swore.

"Hey! I'm not fat. I've got a wide frame. And FYI, I'm the fastest on the track team," Delroy huffed, catching up.

"Doesn't change the fact you're a fatty... Nicky, damn it, come out!" Maritza yelled.

"..." — silence.

"Trinity, how long's he been in there?" Maritza asked.

"Two minutes..." Bales replied nervously.

"He couldn't have..." Trinity shook her head.

"Alright. If that idiot won't come out, I'm going in!" Maritza stepped forward, but Delroy grabbed her wrist.

"The boys' restroom?" Schmidt asked skeptically.

"Who knows what he's doing in there... he's gone completely silent..." Trinity said.

Delroy looked at the two girls — they were on the verge of tears... and if he could expect that from Bales, who, despite her unique personality, had some "feminine" traits (wait... did that sound sexist? Hope not...), then Esposito was the opposite. Seeing her like this... was unexpected.

"Hah... fine. I'll go in and try to talk him out. If he doesn't come, I'll drag him," Delroy sighed.

...

The door creaked open.

Delroy stepped in, as if entering a cage with a tiger — though instead of a roar, there was only the soft dripping of water from a faulty faucet.

He passed the first row of stalls... and saw him.

Nicky stood hunched over the sink. His gloves and glasses were off, lying nearby. His face — still hidden. But most importantly...

Rott's right hand was completely black.

As if some substance had coated it — both skin and costume.

His fingers trembled.

And the air near the hand... vibrated. Faintly, like even oxygen was afraid.

Delroy froze.

A few seconds. No words.

Then — in true Delroy fashion:

"Damn. You leave your costume on the grill or decide to become a dried-up prune for Halloween?"

No reaction.

He stepped closer, tapped the sink's edge.

"Hey. Earth to Supernova Rott. Respond before I assume you vanished into the black hole of your own ego."

Nicky slowly raised his head. His eyes... not angry. Not sad. Empty.

He tried to speak, but his lips trembled.

"You alri—" Delroy was about to ask, "You okay?"

But that was a line he'd never forgive himself for saying.

Instead, he blurted out:

"You're really breaking down just 'cause some dumb wannabe scout in a straitjacket costume said something? Bro, if I dropped every time someone called me a fat Shrek, I'd have been rolled into the afterlife by now!"

Nicky let out a raspy chuckle. Weak, almost lifeless.

"You don't get it..."

"Oh yeah? Then enlighten me. But if you say the whole world's against you and no one understands your pain, I swear I'll smack your head against that hand dryer."

Nicky slowly turned to him. He clenched the blackened hand into a fist... and with effort, pulled the energy back in. His skin tone returned. Almost. There were still blotches. Like burns. Like scars.

"...I'm killing myself. I'm unstable."

"Yeah? Welcome to puberty, Superman on hard mode. We're all unstable. Sometimes I feel like a donut without the filling."

Nicky gave a faint smile. Delroy jabbed a finger at him.

"Look, you annoy me. Seriously. You, your glasses, your nerdy calculations, your weird 'if you heat a bone to 200 degrees it whistles like a flute' crap."

Nicky raised a brow.

"That's... technically true."

"EXACTLY! That's why you're so annoying!" Delroy pointed at him with extra emphasis.

"But even so, you're my rival. My irritating, smug, always-inventing-something competitor. And I'm not losing you over some goddess-complex lunatic and your crispy critter hand."

Nicky bit his lip.

"I... absorbed a stone. A fake one... unstable. Because of it... I'm hurting myself." Nicky held out his burned hand as proof.

"Pfft... okay, that sucks. But that doesn't make you unstable. You're not blowing up buildings or smashing windows. You're still you. The energy's unstable. By your logic, I should hate the stone, not you."

(Delroy clearly missed part of Nicky's whole crisis.)

"...I'm scared I'll hurt someone. I don't even know what I'm capable of..." Nicky murmured.

"Then I'll be the guy who punches you in the face to snap you out of it. Then drag your crispy butt to Ivan, he'll heal you. Then I'll punch you again so you don't forget." Delroy nodded firmly.

"...Thanks?" Nicky looked genuinely confused.

"Don't thank me. You still look like a budget supervillain... with a soul." Delroy crossed his arms confidently.

"Fair point..."

"And don't get any ideas — I only came because your two girl friends were whining outside."

Delroy was definitely, absolutely not lying... (obviously...)

Nicky took a deep breath, looked in the mirror.

His hand trembled.

But he was alive.

He turned. Lifted his cape. Adjusted his glasses, slipped on his gloves.

And walked out.

Behind him — Delroy.

With a box of ketchup packets in one hand.

[averageartistamber]

Okay, so Sider Order.

Here's a few of my random observations and thoughts:

So here it looks like Pearl Drone is flying Eight in through a window? Ands it looks like some kind of factory or packaging plant. I've heard folks saying that the things being packed in boxes could be something akin to Mem Cakes from Octo Expansion...Perhaps and early sign that Kamabo.Co is involved.

FINALLY, ENEMIES THAT AREN'T OCTARIANS!

Well, these Goo-bers are interesting. Many have pointed out that they resemble fish species that feed on coral. But I also want to add that they have an "undead" aesthetic even more overt than they sanitised people. Someone on Tiktok pointed out that they look like fossils, and the "jelly" surrounding the bones (and what seems to be their ink) could be a visual pun on "fossil fuels". Note how the "bursts" of fluid don't look anything like the ink that other entities in the series use.

This basically confirms that we'll be playing as Agent Eight. After the first teaser I saw a lot of theories about being a clone floating around.

Now everyone's going crazy about DedF1sh (Or Acht, as they are referring to themselves here.) There's some interesting dialogue here. First of all, "another bystander who got suck in here", so, "another" in this context could be themselves since she's talking to Eight and Pearl, but there could be a chance that we could encounter more people who have ended up at the Spire of Order. Plus, she's most likely not here of her own accord, from the "bystander sucked in" part (assuming she's telling the truth). People are being brought here.

Secondly, Acht mentions knowing Marina from "way back", so we could be getting deeper into Marina's backstory (another common theme in the fan theories). Dedf1sh also introduces the player to the Chip and Palette system, which are a core part of the DLC's gameplay loop, since they appear to be going for a Rogue-like. Ther chips kind of remind me of the paint colour swatches you get at a hardware shop, combined with computer chips (that's not totally relevant, I'll admit).

More stuff to do with the gameplay. It looks like each floor has a few variants with different difficulties and objectives, which reward a currency, most likely used to buy chips and other upgrades. It's giving that impression almost that the Spire is another "testing facility", akin to the Deep Sea Metro. Hopefully this places doesn't contain any blenders.

Unusual way of spawning in, where you can see Eight's soul ghost...thing enter a polygonal model before fully forming. There does seem to be a lot of digital glitchy stuff going on. Maybe some virtual reality elements?

Finally, what I think looks like a boss arena (although some have suggested that this machine is the Big Bad itself). Upon close inspection, the "faces" scattered around it are covered in the oil and are moving around a bit. Looks kinda like Tartar during the final confrontation when he for some reason had a blob of sanitised goop on his face. I might be reading too much into this.

I mean, if they wanna bring Tartar back, he is an AI, so they could say a back-up copy of him was found somewhere. Like, a time capsule with the Professor's crappy spare USB or somethin' idk.

Anyway, that's all I got for know. Just gotta wait for Spring.

[republicsecurity]

A Day in the Life of R23I9: The Charming Heavy Rescue Paramedic

Get ready to swoon because we've got an exclusive peek into the thrilling life of R23I9, the heartthrob heavy rescue paramedic who's not only saving lives but also stealing hearts along the way! Brace yourselves for a day filled with muscles, machines, and a dash of irresistible charm.

With a gentle touch, he opens his sleek sleeping capsule, greeting the day with enthusiasm. And guess what? We were there to witness it all! 🌞💖 Join us for a whirlwind 36-hour shift.

Early Morning: Rise and Shine! As the city begins to stir from its slumber, our dashing hero, R23I9, emerges from his sleeping capsule looking as fresh as a daisy. With a quick stretch and a charming smile, he starts his day, removing his bed linen meticulously to ensure the next person in line enjoys the same comfort he did.

Hygiene and Maintenance: The Cleaning Station Ritual:

R23I9 walks us through the intricacies of the cleaning station, a crucial element in maintaining the hygiene and functionality of the chastity device. His voice carries a mix of nonchalance and matter-of-factness as he elaborates, "The cleaning station is where accountability and support come into play. Another paramedic is present during this process, offering inspection and assistance. It's about ensuring the comfort of our fellow paramedics, preventing chafing or complications."

The Bond of Camaraderie: Inspecting Each Other's Devices:

F2IL0, chiming in with a tone of camaraderie, adds, "Inspecting each other's devices, including the penis and testicles, is a practice embedded in our culture. It's not just about safety; it's about mutual care. We check to make sure our colleagues are comfortable."

Sweat and Mobility

Picture this: a grueling 45-minute stretching and mobility routine that pushes their bodies to the limit. 🏋️‍♂️ I'm talking sweat glistening on their skin, muscles flexing, and determination etched on their faces. It's like a scene straight out of a romance movie, with our crush R23I9 at the center of it all.

R23I9, with his jaw-dropping physique and unwavering focus, leads the pack. His every move is calculated, his dedication inspiring. And did I mention the way his shirt clings to him, showcasing those perfectly toned abs? Swoon 😍

As they bend, stretch, and push themselves to the max, there's an undeniable chemistry in the air. The shared effort, the synchronized movements – it's a dance of passion and discipline that leaves us utterly captivated. And let's not even get started on those stolen glances and lingering touches.

Love Blossoms in Suds: A Shower of Affection! 💦💑

Hold on to your hearts, dear readers, because our beloved paramedic, R23I9, is about to take us on a journey to the steamiest spot in the entire ambulance station: the SHOWER! 😍🚿

After that intense training session that left us all hot and bothered, R23I9 leads us to the shower room where the temperature isn't the only thing rising! Together with another hunky conscript paramedic, they step under the warm cascade of water, their muscles still glistening from their workout. Oh my, can you feel the heat? 🔥

In the intimate confines of the shower, R23I9 and his paramedic buddy share a moment that's as sensual as it is heartwarming. They take turns soaping each other up, their strong hands gliding over slick, wet skin, forming a connection that goes beyond words. It's a dance of trust and camaraderie, a ritual that binds them together in the most intimate way possible. 😘

But the surprises don't end there! As the water cascades over them, they pull out razors and begin to shave each other's heads.

As the city settles into a tranquil night, our dashing hero, R23I9, slips into his Union Suit. The snug fabric clings to his muscular frame, accentuating every contour and leaving us utterly mesmerized. The moonlight casts a gentle glow, creating a captivating silhouette that tells tales of strength, courage, and quiet confidence. 🌙✨💪

Click... Click... Click... The Sound of Love and Protection! 💖🔒

Oh, dear readers, hold onto your hearts, because our paramedic romance is taking a thrilling turn as R23I9 and his paramedic partner step into their formidable ARMOUR SUITS! 🦸‍♂️✨

With a symphony of clicks, the armor pieces are secured, each one symbolizing not only their commitment to their duty but also the growing connection between them. Click... The pants hug their legs, emphasizing their strength and determination. Click... The chastity cage follows, a reminder of the Corps' rules, but also of their shared vulnerability. Click... Boots encase their feet, grounding them in the reality of their mission.

Moving upward, click... the torso and chest protector are fastened, shielding their hearts while allowing room for the love that's blossoming between them.

The familiar sight of their ID tattoos, once proudly displayed, begins to fade beneath the vibrant red of their chest protectors. This transformation symbolizes more than just a change in appearance; it represents their evolution within the Paramedic Corps. Their identities, once marked on their skin for the world to see, are now shielded, hidden behind the crimson barrier of their dedication. As the tattoo vanishes, a new sense of unity and purpose takes its place, binding them together in a way words could never express.

Click... Arms slide into place, and gloves are donned, fingers nimble and ready to save lives. With every audible click, their bond strengthens, each piece of armor sealing their fate together.

In the echoing silence of the armory, the clicks resonate like a heartbeat, syncing theirs in a rhythm only they can understand. It's not just the armor that's clicking into place; it's their souls, aligning with a purpose greater than themselves. Click... Click... The sound echoes through the room, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their paramedic journey.

Morning Chow

With a sense of purpose, our courageous paramedics, R23I9 and F2IL0, grab their helmets, their dedication gleaming in their eyes.

Amidst the chatter, they line up to receive their breakfast rations, a nourishing meal carefully crafted to fuel their bodies for the challenges ahead. As they savor each bite, they exchange smiles and brief conversations, a moment of camaraderie before the day's duties begin in earnest.

Morning meds, a ritual of dedication and care, are dispensed with precision, ensuring their bodies are primed for the challenges of the day ahead. With every pill swallowed, they reaffirm their commitment to their roles as paramedics, their unwavering spirit shining through.

After this essential routine, they proceed to the morning roll call, their heads held high. 🚑🔔🌅

Checks and off we go

With their helmets now securely fastened, R23I9 and the other paramedic swiftly move to the equipment check area. The room is filled with the sounds of clicking as they meticulously inspect their gear, ensuring that every piece of equipment is in perfect working order. Click after click, they confirm the readiness of their tools, a symphony of preparation echoing through the space.

Upon completion of the equipment check, a blaring alarm pierces the air, signaling their first heavy-duty call: a fire. Without hesitation, they rush to the awaiting heavy rescue vehicles, their armored suits gleaming under the station lights.

Click.

The doors of the vehicle slam shut, sealing them inside the protective cocoon of their heavy rescue suits. Click after click, they secure their helmets, gloves, and visors, immersing themselves in a focused silence. The atmosphere inside the vehicle is charged with anticipation, a collective determination to respond swiftly and decisively to the emergency at hand.

As the heavy rescue vehicle roars to life, they exchange determined glances, their eyes reflecting a shared commitment to their mission. With a final click, they embark on their journey, ready to face the flames and challenges that await them.

Outside, the world is ablaze with orange and red hues, but inside the armored vehicle, R23I9 and the other paramedic are a beacon of unwavering resolve, their armored forms a testament to their preparedness and courage. With every click, they move closer to the heart of the fire, their purpose unwavering, their determination unyielding. 🔥🚑💪

[myfathersjournal]

So I Bought A Starship Episode 5: A Mouthful

Gemma glared at the little display on the vending machine, narrowing her eyes. Her fingers typed out another request which was almost immediately replaced by a red flashing error message. She tried another request.

“Captain, I have already told you  that the food synthesizers are currently running in emergency mode. They can only produce basic lipid, protein and carbohydrate rations.”

Gemma had seen the basic rations already and had no desire to repeat the experience. The basic carbohydrate ration had been a two inch by two inch block of compressed sawdust that crumbled almost immediately on contact with air and absorbed any moisture in the mouth like a sponge. The basic lipid ration was exactly that, a two inch cube of fat that was slimy and gross. About the only semi palatable one was the basic protein ration which had tasted like the world's saddest jerky. The machine flashed another error message and Gemma smacked the side of it. “I knoooow” she whined, setting her head on the console. “But can’t you do anything else? Can’t you, I don’t know, combine them into something more edible?”

“Unfortunately no, not until we get the food synthesizers repaired.”

Gemma looked up at the blank walls. She’d not been able to find any cameras or anything that Stacy could see her through, so she’d taken to just glaring at the most convenient spotl when talking to it. “Wait, I thought I got a certified pre-owned starship. Why is so much of it broken?” She kicked a riveted panel which gave a hollow gong noise. “The food synthesizer’s broken, the bridge is mostly duct taped over, hell even my “captains suite” looks like a damn capsule hotel room. What give?” She crossed her arms over her chest and picked a new spot to glare at. 

“the 45 point custom inspection, yes.” Stacy acknowledged. “This ship was tested by a Redd Herring and Son’s technician and passed.”

“How?”

“Are you dying from lack of oxygen?”

Gemma blinked, then glanced down at the spot she’d kicked. “Um, no?”

“Then the hull integrity, atmospheric recyclers, electrical and door seals pass inspection. Do you have adequate nutrition that is bioavailable for your species?”

Gemma glanced at the vending machine. “I guess…”

“Then food synthesizers and organic reclamators pass inspection.”

Gemma’s eyes wandered up to the ceiling and down the claustrophobic corridor of blank riveted metal. “This ship’s…smaller than it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?”

“The ship's external dimensions are somewhat obscured by recent minimal repair work, but I assure you its structure still fits within the laws of 3 dimensional space.”

“Oh you know what I mean Stacy!”

“Please don’t call me that, and yes. The internal space available to the crew is greatly diminished from original builder specifications. Extensive repair work will be needed to bring subsystems back online.”

“And I have to pay for that?”

“And you have to pay for that.”

“While paying off my debt for the ship too.”

“While paying off your debt for the ship too.”

Gemma let her head thump against the front of the vending machine again and groaned.

“I may have found a solution to your problem Captain.” 

Gemma’s head came up again, hope clearly playing across her face. “Yeah? What?”

“Maybe if you crumble the three rations together in a bowl you can make it more palatable.”

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[zambianmusic0]

The Best Way to Fill Pill Capsules in 2025: A Complete Guide

In 2025, the DIY supplement trend continues to grow, and more people are filling their own capsules at home for better control over ingredients, dosages, and costs. Whether you're an herbalist, a health enthusiast, or a small-scale supplement maker, knowing the best way to fill pill capsules efficiently and accurately is crucial. This guide covers the best tools, methods, and tips for filling capsules in 2025.

Why Fill Your Own Capsules?

Filling your own capsules offers numerous benefits:

Customization: Choose exactly what ingredients and dosages go into your capsules.

Cost Efficiency: Bulk powders are often much cheaper than pre-made capsules.

Clean Ingredients: Avoid fillers, binders, and additives commonly found in commercial supplements.

What You Need

To fill capsules effectively in 2025, you’ll need the following:

Empty Capsules: Available in gelatin or vegan (HPMC) form. Common sizes are 00, 0, and 1.

Capsule Filler Machine: Manual or semi-automatic models are widely available and affordable.

Powder Tamper: Helps compress powder for more accurate filling.

Weighing Scale: Precision scales ensure consistent dosages.

Scoop or Spatula: For transferring powder into the capsule filler.

Step-by-Step: How to Fill Capsules

1. Choose Your Capsule Size

Size 00 holds approximately 400-600 mg of powder, while size 0 holds 300-500 mg. Match your dosage requirements with the appropriate size.

2. Prepare Your Powder

Ensure your powder is finely ground and dry. Clumpy or moist powder will not fill evenly and https://yiticapsule.com/blogs/news/capsule-maker-000-100-hole-capsule-filling-machine can degrade capsule quality. You can sift or grind it further if needed.

3. Set Up Your Capsule Machine

Place the capsule filler on a clean, dry surface. Insert the bottom halves of the capsules into the machine. Most machines hold 50 to 100 capsules at once.

4. Fill With Powder

Spread your supplement powder evenly over the capsules using a spatula or scoop. Use the tamper tool to compress the powder, then repeat the filling until each capsule is full.

5. Attach the Tops

Place the capsule tops into the alignment tray. Close the machine to join the capsule halves securely.

6. Inspect and Store

Remove completed capsules, inspect for defects, and store them in an airtight container away from heat and moisture.

New in 2025: Smart Capsule Fillers

This year, smart capsule fillers have become more popular. These devices integrate with mobile apps to help track dosages, batch sizes, and ingredient logs. While pricier, they are perfect for small supplement businesses or health professionals creating personalized regimens.

Tips for Best Results

Wear gloves and a mask when working with potent herbs or powders.

Label your capsules clearly to avoid confusion.

Work in small batches to maintain freshness and accuracy.

Filling your own capsules in 2025 is easier than ever thanks to advanced tools and accessible resources. Whether you’re making supplements for yourself or others, following a clear, step-by-step process will ensure high-quality, safe, and effective capsules every time.

[lindarburch]

How Psyllium Fiber Husk Ends Up in Capsules—a Play-by- Play

Enter a vitamin aisle and you will almost get snowed under with brightly colored bottles. Gut wellness, consistent energy, magic answers—all line the shelves. But the bottle containing the psyllium fiber capsules? There are more steps than you might think on the crazy trip from shaggy plant husk to sleek small tablet. Read more information here : https://somafina.com/fiber-capsules/

For a moment let us focus on psyllium. Like a light-weight relative of wheat bran, those husks crushed so fine they would slip on a June breeze. Your basic lumpy fiber is not this one. It resembles fairy dust more exactly. But it has to clear some major obstacles before anything finds place within the capsule. Imagine a lot of goggles, beakers, and researchers out on a quest. On a farm, they search for the slightest residues of metals, bacteria, sly insects, or lingering muddy boot waste. Crispy surprises Not thank you.

Imagine the next phase: moving from a rough rural area to a space-age facility fit for a science fiction movie. The irony is that psyllium is a famous clumper. Get it even slightly moist, and it will cake together faster than biscuit dough. Factory air is maintained drier than old bread. Huge mixers whirl and throw the powder; occasionally a small quantity of anti-caking powder is sprinkled in. Equilibrium is everything. You're going to get a mouthful of powdery anarchy with a hefty hand. Too little? The machinery gum and stop the show.

Now let us turn now to the assembly line, where actual action finds expression. Machines scream and thrum, lining empty capsules like dominoes. Powder slides like a well calibrated avalanche. These capsules are not just filled arbitrarily. Scales this sensitive enough to weigh a feather check every tablet. Overflowing? The capsule might open and wre havoc. Restricted filling? kicked out with no second chances.

These factories take it to a whole other level if you believed your house had rigorous cleaning standards. Employees head-to-toe outfit up. Not even a sneeze gets into the room—no lint, no hair. Like cartoon villains, humidity and static linger. A small spark might launch capsules in every direction.

About to cross the finish line? These small capsules follow a last track and face yet more inspection, a kind of high-stakes beauty parade. Those ideal ones find their place in those brilliant bottles. Labels find themselves trapped in record time and then head to the shelf.

Look sideways at the probiotic part; those small guys get almost the same treatment. Every supplement in those aisles results from a combination of spotless rooms, airtight policies, and knowledgeable technicians. And, like any great narrative would have, just a little bit of variation tossed in. One cautious, eccentric step after another, psyllium moves from field to your capsule.

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Choosing the Right Blister Inspection System for Your Pharmaceutical Manufacturing Needs

In the pharmaceutical industry, precision, safety, and compliance are non-negotiable. As global demand for high-quality medications continues to rise, so does the pressure on pharmaceutical manufacturers to deliver defect-free products. One critical step in ensuring product quality and packaging integrity is the use of a blister inspection system. These systems help manufacturers detect defects in blister packs, improve production efficiency, and maintain compliance with stringent regulatory requirements.

However, not all blister inspection systems are created equal. Choosing the right solution involves a thorough understanding of your production needs, regulatory obligations, and technological requirements.

Why a Blister Inspection System Is Essential

A blister inspection system is a vision-based quality control technology that inspects each blister pack on the production line. These systems detect a variety of issues, including:

Missing or misaligned tablets or capsules

Color or shape mismatches

Cracked or broken tablets

Foreign objects or contamination

Seal integrity or printing defects

By identifying and rejecting defective products in real time, blister inspection systems reduce waste, prevent recalls, and ensure only compliant products reach consumers. This not only improves quality assurance but also supports compliance with Good Manufacturing Practices (GMP) and regulations from agencies like the FDA and EMA.

Key Considerations for Choosing the Right Blister Inspection System

Selecting the ideal blister inspection system requires a comprehensive evaluation of your current and future production needs. Below are the key factors to consider:

1. Product and Packaging Specifications

Start by analyzing your product’s characteristics and the types of blister packs used. Important considerations include:

Tablet or capsule size, shape, and color

Material and design of blister packs (e.g., PVC, aluminum, thermoformed)

Number of cavities per pack

Size and speed of your production line

Ensure the system can accurately inspect the range of products you manufacture, including future product variations.

2. Inspection Capabilities

Modern blister inspection systems offer a variety of inspection features. Look for systems that can perform:

Presence/absence checks

Color and shape verification

Foreign object detection

3D inspection for depth analysis

Foil seal and print quality verification

Some systems even use artificial intelligence (AI) or machine learning algorithms to adapt to product variations and improve defect detection over time.

3. Camera and Illumination Technology

Image quality is crucial for accurate inspection. Choose a system with:

High-resolution cameras

Multiple camera angles (top, bottom, side) if needed

Proper lighting configurations (e.g., backlighting, coaxial, dome lighting)

Infrared or UV lighting for specialized needs

These components ensure consistent performance under different environmental and product conditions.

4. Speed and Throughput Requirements

The inspection system must keep pace with your production line. High-speed lines require systems with fast processing capabilities and real-time rejection mechanisms. Make sure the system’s speed matches your output without compromising accuracy.

5. Ease of Integration

Your chosen blister inspection system should integrate smoothly with existing production lines. Consider:

Footprint and physical compatibility with your equipment

Compatibility with Programmable Logic Controllers (PLCs)

Ability to interface with Manufacturing Execution Systems (MES)

Support for Industry 4.0 and digital traceability standards

Modular and customizable systems can offer more flexibility during integration.

6. User Interface and Usability

A user-friendly interface is important for line operators and quality control personnel. Look for systems with:

Intuitive touchscreens and dashboards

Recipe management for different products

Real-time alerts and visual defect indicators

Easy access to data logs and inspection reports

Ease of use reduces training time and increases productivity.

7. Compliance and Validation Support

Your blister inspection system must help you meet regulatory standards, including:

FDA 21 CFR Part 11 for electronic records

GMP requirements for automated inspections

Full audit trails and time-stamped images of defects

Validation documentation (IQ/OQ/PQ protocols)

Work with vendors that provide validation assistance and ensure the system meets industry-specific guidelines.

8. Service, Support, and Training

Post-installation support is just as important as the system itself. Choose a vendor that offers:

Prompt technical support and remote diagnostics

Spare parts availability

Operator training and refresher courses

Preventive maintenance programs

Good vendor support reduces downtime and extends the system’s lifecycle.

Cost Considerations

While cost is always a factor, it should be evaluated in the context of value. A cheaper system may lack critical features or fail to meet regulatory needs, resulting in long-term losses. Conversely, a high-quality system with robust capabilities can deliver substantial ROI through defect reduction, compliance, and improved efficiency.

When budgeting, consider:

Initial investment and installation costs

Licensing or software fees

Maintenance and calibration expenses

Upgrade potential and scalability

Case in Point: Making the Right Choice

A mid-sized pharmaceutical manufacturer recently expanded production of a new pediatric medication in chewable form. The company needed a blister inspection system capable of:

Inspecting multi-color tablets

Detecting minor cracks and defects

Logging images for traceability

Seamlessly integrating with an older production line

After evaluating several options, they selected a system with dual cameras, AI-enhanced detection, and a compact frame. Integration was completed in two weeks, resulting in:

A 40% reduction in defective packs

Streamlined compliance audits

Improved operator confidence with the user-friendly interface

Conclusion

Selecting the right blister inspection system is a critical decision for pharmaceutical manufacturers committed to product quality, compliance, and operational excellence. By considering your production needs, regulatory requirements, and system capabilities, you can ensure a solution that not only fits your current processes but also supports your future growth.

Whether you’re updating a legacy line or building a new facility, investing in the right inspection technology today lays the foundation for reliable, efficient, and compliant operations tomorrow.

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Revolutionizing Pharma Production: The Role of Pharma Packaging Machines by NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd.

Introduction

In the dynamic world of pharmaceuticals, precision, hygiene, speed, and compliance are non-negotiable. As the demand for high-quality medicines continues to rise globally, the pharmaceutical industry must meet rigorous standards in both production and packaging. This is where Pharma Packaging Machines come into play—ensuring products are safely, efficiently, and accurately packed before reaching the end-user.

At NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd., we understand the critical importance of packaging in the pharma value chain. As a leading manufacturer of pharma packaging machines, our mission is to empower pharmaceutical companies with robust, automated, and intelligent machinery that supports regulatory compliance while improving productivity and product integrity.

In this blog, we will delve into the importance of pharma packaging machines, the types available, their benefits, and why NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd. is your ideal partner in pharmaceutical automation.

Why Pharma Packaging Machines Matter

Pharmaceutical packaging is far more than just enclosing a product in a container. It is a protective barrier, a compliance requirement, a branding tool, and an enabler of global logistics. A well-packaged pharmaceutical product ensures:

Product integrity during transport and storage

Accurate dosage and ease of administration

Protection against contamination and tampering

Compliance with FDA and other global regulatory norms

Efficient serialization and tracking

Manual packaging simply cannot keep up with the high-volume, high-precision demands of modern pharmaceutical production. That’s where automated packaging solutions step in—offering speed, consistency, and compliance.

Core Pharma Packaging Machines by NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd.

At NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd., we design and manufacture a full spectrum of advanced pharma packaging machines tailored to the needs of small-scale manufacturers as well as large pharmaceutical giants. Here are the most common types and their applications:

📦 1. Blister Packaging Machines

Ideal for packing tablets and capsules in pre-formed plastic blisters sealed with aluminum foil

Ensures tamper-proof packaging and extended shelf life

Used widely in retail and hospital pharmacy sectors

💊 2. Strip Packaging Machines

Designed to wrap tablets and capsules between aluminum or plastic strip foils

Compact, precise, and perfect for heat-sensitive medicines

Offers high output and minimal material wastage

🧪 3. Bottle Filling and Capping Machines

Automates filling of syrups, suspensions, and other liquids into bottles with accurate volume control

Integrates seamlessly with capping units for secure sealing

Customizable for different bottle sizes and materials

🏷️ 4. Labeling Machines

Applies labels accurately on bottles, ampoules, vials, or boxes

Supports serialization and barcoding for traceability

Compatible with multiple label shapes and sizes

🧼 5. Washing & Sterilizing Machines

Cleans vials, ampoules, and bottles before filling to ensure zero contamination

Uses air and water jets with complete automation

Essential for injectable and parenteral products

🧴 6. Cartoning Machines

Automates the packing of blister packs, bottles, or tubes into cartons

Integrates leaflet insertion and batch coding

Enhances product presentation and traceability

🎯 7. Inspection Machines

Detects broken tablets, missing capsules, misprinted labels, and other defects

Ensures every packaged product meets quality control standards

Reduces human error and improves customer trust

Benefits of Pharma Packaging Machines by NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd.

Choosing the right packaging solution is not just about machinery—it’s about performance, reliability, and long-term value. NPM Machinery's pharma packaging machines offer:

✅ 1. High-Speed Automation

Boost production rates with minimal human intervention

Ideal for mass manufacturing and 24/7 operations

✅ 2. Unmatched Accuracy

Delivers exact filling, sealing, and labeling

Reduces product loss and ensures dosage consistency

✅ 3. Compliance & Validation

Built with GMP, FDA, and CE compliance in mind

Supports 21 CFR Part 11 for electronic data integrity

✅ 4. Flexibility & Customization

Machines tailored to your product specifications

Modular designs allow for future scalability

✅ 5. Advanced Technology Integration

Equipped with PLC-based controls, SCADA systems, and IoT capabilities

Enables remote monitoring, real-time alerts, and preventive maintenance

✅ 6. Superior Build Quality

Made with stainless steel and corrosion-resistant materials

Long machine life, low maintenance, and robust performance

✅ 7. Global Support & Service

On-site training, remote diagnostics, and spare parts availability

Dedicated support teams for installation, validation, and upgrades

Industries We Serve

While our core strength lies in pharmaceutical packaging, our machines are versatile enough for other regulated industries such as:

Nutraceuticals

Ayurveda and Herbal

Cosmetics

Food & Beverage

Veterinary Medicine

Why Choose NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd.?

With decades of experience, NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd. has built a reputation for engineering excellence and customer-centric innovation. Here's what sets us apart:

✔️ 150+ skilled professionals including engineers, technologists, and validation experts

✔️ ISO-certified manufacturing with a focus on precision and safety

✔️ Custom turnkey packaging lines from design to commissioning

✔️ Strong domestic and global footprint with clients across Asia, Africa, Europe, and South America

✔️ Client-first approach—we adapt our solutions to your needs, not the other way around

Our goal is not just to sell machines—but to build long-term partnerships that add value to your production process, protect your brand, and ensure regulatory peace of mind.

Conclusion

The future of pharmaceutical manufacturing lies in smart, integrated, and efficient packaging systems. With increasing global demand, strict compliance requirements, and growing competition, investing in high-performance pharma packaging machines is no longer optional—it's essential.

At NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd., we don’t just provide machines—we deliver confidence, quality, and peace of mind. Whether you're launching a new production line or upgrading your existing setup, we are here to guide you every step of the way with reliable, cutting-edge, and compliant solutions.

✅ Call to Action

Ready to upgrade your pharma packaging line? Partner with NPM Machinery Pvt. Ltd. and experience unmatched quality, service, and innovation. 📩 Contact us today for a free consultation or demo customized to your packaging needs! 🌐 Visit us at www.npmmachinery.com | 📞 +91-XXXXXXXXXX

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Trends Shaping the Future of Soft Gel Capsules Inspection: From IoT to Predictive Maintenance

In the fast-evolving pharmaceutical manufacturing landscape, quality assurance has become increasingly dependent on cutting-edge technology. Among the critical quality control processes, soft gel capsules inspection plays a pivotal role in ensuring product integrity, patient safety, and regulatory compliance. As the industry shifts toward greater automation and data-centric operations, new trends are reshaping how inspection systems operate, especially for delicate and complex products like soft gel capsules.

1. The Rise of IoT-Enabled Inspection Systems

One of the most influential trends in soft gel capsules inspection is the adoption of IoT technologies. IoT-enabled inspection systems leverage a network of interconnected sensors and devices to gather real-time data from the production floor.

How IoT Transforms Inspection:

Real-time Monitoring: Operators can track inspection performance metrics such as defect rates, throughput, and system uptime via remote dashboards.

Environmental Data Collection: Factors like humidity, temperature, and vibration, which can affect capsule quality, are continuously monitored and correlated with inspection data.

Remote Diagnostics: Manufacturers and equipment providers can diagnose system issues remotely, minimizing the need for onsite visits and reducing downtime.

IoT integration transforms inspection systems from standalone tools into intelligent, interconnected components of a broader manufacturing ecosystem.

2. Predictive Maintenance to Reduce Downtime

Traditional maintenance models rely on reactive or time-based servicing, which often results in unplanned downtime or unnecessary repairs. Predictive maintenance, powered by AI and machine learning, is emerging as a game-changing approach in soft gel capsules inspection.

Benefits of Predictive Maintenance:

Early Fault Detection: By analyzing data trends such as motor vibration or camera performance, the system can detect anomalies before a failure occurs.

Optimized Maintenance Schedules: Maintenance is performed only when needed, extending the life of components and minimizing disruptions.

Increased Equipment Uptime: Predictive insights allow for timely interventions, ensuring continuous inspection and quality assurance.

Predictive maintenance not only improves system reliability but also aligns with lean manufacturing principles by reducing waste and improving operational efficiency.

3. Artificial Intelligence and Deep Learning for Smarter Detection

The integration of AI and deep learning is revolutionizing how soft gel capsule inspection systems identify defects. Traditional rule-based image processing has limitations in handling product variability, while AI systems learn from data to improve their accuracy over time.

AI-Driven Inspection Capabilities:

Enhanced Defect Classification: AI can differentiate between acceptable natural variations and actual defects such as air bubbles, cracks, or color inconsistencies.

Adaptive Algorithms: Deep learning models can adjust to new capsule types or defect patterns without extensive reprogramming.

Reduced False Positives: More precise analysis leads to fewer good capsules being rejected, improving yield and reducing rework.

As pharmaceutical manufacturers deal with a growing variety of capsule formulations and sizes, AI ensures consistent inspection quality across diverse product lines.

4. Cloud-Based Data Analytics and Centralized Reporting

Cloud computing is playing a growing role in soft gel capsules inspection by enabling centralized data storage, real-time analytics, and better decision-making.

Advantages of Cloud Integration:

Remote Access to Inspection Reports: Quality managers and compliance teams can view data from any location, facilitating faster reviews and audits.

Data Consolidation Across Sites: Multi-site manufacturers can benchmark performance and standardize inspection procedures.

Advanced Analytics: Historical data can be used to uncover long-term trends, support root-cause analysis, and drive continuous improvement.

Cloud-based systems ensure that inspection data is not only captured but also transformed into actionable insights, enhancing both operational and regulatory outcomes.

5. Integration with Manufacturing Execution Systems (MES)

Modern soft gel capsules inspection systems are increasingly being integrated with Manufacturing Execution Systems (MES) and Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP) platforms. This integration enhances traceability and streamlines production workflows.

Key Integration Benefits:

Seamless Lot Tracking: Inspection results are automatically linked to batch records for full traceability.

Automated Quality Control Feedback: Real-time inspection data can trigger alerts or production adjustments without manual intervention.

Regulatory Compliance: Integrated systems simplify documentation for audits and compliance with cGMP and FDA guidelines.

Interoperability between inspection systems and other digital tools enables a more responsive and transparent production environment.

6. Vision Systems with 3D Imaging and Hyperspectral Technology

While traditional 2D vision systems have long been used in soft gel capsule inspection, advanced imaging technologies are pushing the boundaries of what can be detected.

Emerging Imaging Technologies:

3D Vision Systems: Provide depth perception, allowing for more accurate detection of deformation, leakage, and surface imperfections.

Hyperspectral Imaging: Captures a broader range of wavelengths, enabling detection of internal contamination or fill volume inconsistencies.

Multispectral Lighting: Ensures consistent inspection under varying capsule colors and transparency levels.

These advanced imaging tools improve defect detection accuracy and reduce reliance on manual inspection, particularly in high-speed production environments.

7. Regulatory Compliance and Data Integrity

As digital inspection systems become more advanced, compliance with data integrity regulations such as 21 CFR Part 11 is critical. Future-ready soft gel capsules inspection solutions must meet stringent requirements around electronic records, audit trails, and data security.

Compliance-Focused Enhancements:

Secure Data Logging: All inspection results are time-stamped and stored securely with restricted access controls.

Audit Trails: Every action taken by operators or the system is recorded for accountability.

Electronic Signatures: Support for digital approvals enhances workflow efficiency while maintaining compliance.

Staying ahead of regulatory changes ensures that pharmaceutical manufacturers remain audit-ready and maintain market trust.

Conclusion

The future of soft gel capsules inspection is being shaped by a convergence of digital innovation and pharmaceutical manufacturing demands. From IoT-enabled monitoring to AI-powered defect detection and predictive maintenance, these trends are not just technological upgrades—they are strategic imperatives for quality, compliance, and competitiveness.

As regulatory scrutiny intensifies and market expectations grow, embracing these trends will be key for manufacturers aiming to ensure consistent quality, minimize risk, and enhance operational agility. Investing in modern inspection systems that incorporate these innovations will help pharmaceutical companies stay ahead of industry demands while delivering safe, high-quality products to patients worldwide.