#Cylindrical Robots

[zaczenemiji]

Can you do a spiderwomen x kenji sato. Maybe she was sent to retrieve emi and then got caught by kenji, and she was put into a jail like thing. So now she's just stuck there. She starts flirting with him. If yk what i mean ����👉🏿👈🏿🎀💓🌸

Have an ice cream cone. 🍦

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Kaiju Heist

Kenji Sato x Spiderwoman!Reader

Word Count: 1,066

Genre/Warnings: Anti-hero, Flirting, Imprisonment, Morally Grey/Ambiguous Reader

Author’s Note: This one was a bit challenging, I hope it’s to your liking. Thank you for the ice cream, I offer you this fic.

MASTERLIST

Your plan was simple: sneak in, grab the baby kaiju, and get out. But things rarely went according to plan.

Let’s begin where it all started—that damn spider.

Long story short, your parents were scientists doing experiments on radioactive spiders. You help in their lab and one day, an earthquake enormous kaiju shook the city, causing a containment breach. The next thing you know, a particularly aggressive spider bit your hand.

Of course, you gained extraordinary abilities. Others would’ve loved this and used them for good—be like Ultraman or whatever. But to you, it’s more like a curse. Seriously, you didn’t ask for this so ain’t no way were you going to become a selfless heroine.

So you did nothing with your abilities; you didn’t hone it whatsoever. You looked at it as if it’s just another arm that grew out of your body. Like grabbing a bag of chips from across the room, you’d shoot spider webs out to get it without standing.

Despite living your life as privately as you could, somehow, the Kaiju Defense Force was still able to find you. So here you are now, in their headquarters.

You stood there, arms crossed. “I’ve told you before, Dr. Onda,” you said. “I’m not looking to be a hero. I just want to be left alone.”

Dr. Onda, chief officer of the KDF, and old acquaintance of your parents, leaned forward. “I know. But this isn’t about heroism,” he replied. “This is a highly sensitive mission and you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

"And why should I care?" you replied coolly. "What's in it for me?"

"Payment, of course. A substantial one. Enough to ensure you can continue living the peaceful life you desire without any further interference from us,” Dr. Onda answered.

“And more importantly, it's a one-time deal. Complete this mission, and you'll never hear from the KDF again."

Your face expressed a guarded neutrality but inside, you found it so tempting—the promise of financial security and freedom from future obligations.

“What’s the job?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Dr. Onda tapped a few keys on his desk console, and a holographic image of a baby kaiju appeared, rotating slowly.

“It’s an entity of importance for the goals of KDF to be fulfilled,” he said. “Recently, it fell into the hands of Kenji Sato. We need you to retrieve it and bring it back to us.”

You studied the hologram, noting the details. "And how exactly am I supposed to move a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby without causing a scene?"

Dr. Onda leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a special containment unit designed specifically for it. It's portable and can be deployed with your help. Your task is to get close enough to activate it and secure the kaiju.”

"And the payment?" you pressed.

Dr. Onda named a figure that made your eyes widen slightly. It was more than enough to ensure your financial independence for years to come.

"Alright," you said finally. "I'll do it. But remember, this is a one-time deal. After this, I want nothing more to do with the KDF."

Dr. Onda smiled, “You have my word."

You turned to leave but paused at the door, and glanced back. "I hope you're right about this, Dr. Onda,” you said. “Because if this goes sideways, I won't be the one paying the price."

Going back to the present—here you are, in Kenji Sato’s basement, trapped in a cylindrical glass containment unit, similar to the one the baby kaiju you were supposed to retrieve was held in.

A floating spherical robot circled around you. “We knew they would send someone,” it said in a mechanically feminine voice.

Suddenly, it projected a red light over your body, scanning you. “But I didn’t expect a spider-woman.”

You pressed your hands against the glass, testing its strength. "Nice trap," you said. “But it's going to take more than that to keep me here."

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice came out of nowhere. Turning around, you see THE Kenji Sato with an eyebrow raised and his gaze locked with yours.

The biggest mystery that bothered you upon accepting this mission was how the hell did this famous baseball star had a giant baby in his basement.

You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, what's the plan, Kenji? Keep me here forever?” you asked. “Or do you have something else in mind?"

Kenji smirked. "Depends. Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?" you replied, your tone flirtatious. "I was sent to retrieve that kaiju baby. But now, it seems I've found something else worth my attention."

Kenji's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what might that be?"

You gave him a slow, knowing smile. "You, of course,” you answered. “You're much more interesting than a simple retrieval mission."

Kenji chuckled, though he tried to hide it. "Flirting isn't going to get you out of there."

"Maybe not," you conceded, stepping closer to the glass, "But it does make this whole situation a lot more entertaining, don't you think?"

Kenji took a step closer, his eyes studying you. "You're not what I expected."

You tilted your head, your smile widening. "Good. I'd hate to be predictable."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Kenji spoke. "You know, if you weren't here to take Emi, we might have been able to get along."

"Oh, I think we still can," you said, your voice low and seductive. "Besides, I never said I was strictly here for Emi."

Kenji looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "And what if I let you out?"

You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes locked on his. "Then maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."

Kenji pondered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nice try,” he said. “But I need to know more about you before I make that decision."

"Fair enough," you replied, leaning back once more. "But remember, Kenji, sometimes the spider catches more than just her prey."

Kenji turned away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."

You didn’t wanna include this in your escape plan because things rarely went according to plan. But in your mind, you noted: flirt, make him fall for you, and escape.

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[jouste]

Cannibal! This ravenous recycling robot craves only cans! An overloaded circuit has given this off-putting automaton an intense focus on all things aluminum and cylindrical. Cannibal will tear through everything to collect these colorful and coveted containers! #0567

[stevebattle]

"Automation" and friends (1979), by Bill Tolar, Fantasy Factory division, Creative Systems Group Inc., Atlanta, GA. Bill Tolar and Tom Zaken treat us to a surreal tour of the Creative Systems robot factory in episode 1513 of Mister Rogers' Neighbourhood, "Robots & Remotes" (1983).

"Three years ago Bill Tolar and his management/engineering team at Creative Systems Group Inc. in Atlanta produced a cylindrical object with a domed head and dangling arms that ran on a car battery. As soon as Tolar and his team added a two-way wireless radio, they were in the promotional robot business, with a product that resembled R2D2 – the charismatic beeping robot of Star Wars fame.

Since then, the company, which designs and manufactures imaginative interiors for retail stores, has sold 350 remote-controlled robots at prices ranging from $6,000 to $15,000. Although he has competitors, Tolar, 33, claims his company's Fantasy Factory division, with 1981 sales of $700,000, is "the largest promotional robot factory in the world." Coca-Cola has bought about 250 of the robots for its bottlers to use in mall appearances and similar events. Other customers include Arby's Inc., Kimberly-Clark Corp., and the National Pecan Marketing Council.

The robots are intended to create goodwill by chatting spontaneously with the clientele at trade shows, grand openings, supermarkets, hospitals, and sporting events. Such friendliness, Tolar claims, helps to circumvent the barrier people usually erect between themselves and corporate advertising. "The general public likes to think the robot is real," he says.

Creative Systems was an outgrowth of several earlier Tolar ventures. In high school he and a friend formed T&R Odd Jobs, a sign-painting and custom furniture business. As an engineering student at Georgia Tech, he joined his older brother to form Spatial Effects, a company that built lighting equipment for nightclubs."

– Chatty Robot Sparked Design Firm's Success, Inc.com, April 1, 1982.

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GUYS LOOK AT THIS LEAK I FOUND OF DONALD!!

OMG ITS DONALD FERGUSONS BLUEPRINT AND ITS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD HAVE IMAGINED HIS ENDOSKELETON TO LOOK LIKE!!

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kidding.

i made it lol :p

So I made this blueprint because one, I am obsessed with cyborg dudes and two I have no life and got bored lmao. I did do a lot of research on cybernetics and hope I got it as accurate as I could. So without further ado...

Let me give a tour of Donald's blueprint!

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Latch- Located on top of Donald's metal head which can be opened via key insertion and is safely guarded by Cecil Stedman who only knows its location.

Imaging Process Software- Built inside Donald's eyes which allows him to see and process what he is visualizing it also allows him to imagine things much more accurately than the average human

Scent Processors or Sensors- built inside Donald’s nose which allows him to smell and process scents, unfortunately, it's not as advanced as his visual processors so he actually smells things with less accuracy than he did before he died, though he doesn't notice this as often.

Ultrasonic Processors or Receivers/Emitters- Built inside Donald's ear canals which allow him to ear and process sounds at a much higher frequency than the average human

Diagnostic CPU or Chip and the Insertion Port- a cylindrical hole located on top of Donald's forehead which is where the CPU (Central Process Unit) chip is used to diagnose any minor malfunctions and auto-corrects it. If any malfunction is too severe (such as limb amputations) it would require manual repairs to be fixed. However, the reason why Cecil is keeping this diagnostic chip from Donald is because if inserted, it would revive all of the previous lost memories since the DC identifies them as errors to be corrected. There is a key that can be also inserted in the port on his head which opens the latch that reveals his brain. When he dies they must quickly remove his brain which is protected by a thin layer of gelatin in his metal head. It is also connected to metal segments magnified to the outer layer of his brain which can be easily detached without any repercussions. when they detach his brain they must quickly preserve it in a preservation tank before it starts to decompose. (essentially he is a brain in a jar lmao.) And yes, this is the same preservation tank as the one they used for Robot/Rudy Connors in the comics.

Optical Sensors- Located in his bionic eyes, they give off the illusion of human eyes accurately  they also allow Donald to differentiate between light variations they can also allow him to see in infrared and give him night vision...but he doesn't know this yet...hehe

Eye Subsystem are motors that allow Donald to express emotions and are composed of his eyebrows, eyelids, and of course, eyes. Now given his nature he very rarely ever emotes but the subsystem is very accurate nonetheless. There are two buttons located on his eye subsystem which are called trigger buttons. When both are activated it will open up his face plate to reveal his metal skull. This allows the mechanics to repair him much faster and efficiently, unfortunately, they can be triggered easily so if he gets punched in the face or sleeps in a weird position it's likely he will accidentally trigger them which can end up in an uncomfortable situation.

Mouth Subsystem- these are motors that are composed of his mouth parts such as his lips, teeth, gums, tongue, and vocal folds. Much like with his eye subsystem, they allow him to express himself and communicate with others.

Bionic Eye and Eye Mechanisms- These are mechanisms that allow Donald to see and express himself.

Silicone Skin Outer Surface- This is Donald's fake skin which is composed of silicone accurately replacing human flesh. hair follicles can also be inserted in Donald’s skin to allude to organic body hair. unfortunately, his artificial skin cannot regenerate on its own and requires manual repairs

Microphone Sensor/Ear Detection EM Waves- This allows Donald to hear sounds that average humans cannot hear (Electromagnetic sound waves) This is done by converting em sound waves to audible sounds. It also allows him to communicate through other devices by sending audible signals

Artificial Teeth- This mimics the function of human teeth and is composed of acrylic resin they are much more durable and sturdy allowing them to decompose slower over time if used too much.

Linear Motion Mechanism- This allows Donald to move his neck up and down and convert from rotational or horizontal movement to vertical

Audible Larynx- This allows Donald to allow air to move through the passageway and also allows him to vocalize sound or talk. This artificial larynx also prevents his voice from sounding robotic or augmented, if damaged, his voice will come off as robotic.

Linear DC Servo Neck Motor- This allows Donald to rotate his neck in many positions

Artificial Nervous System- (ANS) mimics the biological function of the human nervous system which is composed of neuroreceptors, nerve stimulators, nerve receptors, and neuron circuitry allowing Donald to react to stimuli similar to how he used to before he died.

Power Core Energy Conductor- Even though Donald's brain is his body's main source of power, he still requires a source to conduct energy or electricity through his body especially when he's on low power. His body, just like most humans, requires "charge" to restore energy but he relies on an external source other than sleep which is a charging station. If his Power core is damaged it will result in an automatic shutdown. His power core is essentially his actual heart.

Hip Joint Motor- This is a motor that acts as an artificial hip and allows Donald to move in all positional possible by humans by all axes

Rotary Arm Joints- These joints allow Donald to move his arms in several positions

Artificial Internal Digestive Unit- This is an artificial digestive system that mimics most of the function of organic digestive systems though is not advanced enough to replicate the silhouette. It also digests the nutrient intake Donald consumes and transports the nutrients to his brain to absorb.

Artificial Pelvic Region- This acts as an artificial pelvis and even mimics Donald’s original silhouette

Hydraulic Hand Actuators- This allows Donald to move his hands via using pressurized liquid (oil) however this can result in janky movement sometimes though before he found out about his robotic nature he assumed that he was developing arthritis (which is reasonable considering he's in his 50s)

Artificial Rectum- Um...do i really need to explain this? Ok..well as the term implies this allows him to go to the bathroom but he doesn't really need to it just mimics human bodily function to avoid suspicion what's interesting is that the contents that he consumes, especially liquids are only dyed to appear like urine but because he doesn't have actual blood they can't break down the contents ad hey cant be filtered to his kidneys because..well he doesn't have any. So the mechanisms in his rectum and digestive system dye the content he consumes kind of like some kind of chemical lab process in his body just to make an illusion that he can relieve himself. however, he doesn't really need to eat or to drink.

Tactile and Biosensors- This allows Donald to feel sensations in his fingers and through his body albeit not as efficiently as before he died.

Neuro Stimulators- These much like his biosensors allow him to receive pain signals through his body via electrical impulses that are connected to his brain and make up his artificial nervous system to mimic the feeling of pain or nerve receptors in humans.

Angular Encoders- These help measure movements in Donald to mov his joints much more precisely which help him move more quickly and accurately esp when fighting

Servo Motor Controls- These are rotary actuators that allow more precise movement in Donald esp when rotating limbs

Titanium Limbs- These are the material that his endoskeleton and body parts are composed of titanium

Rotary Ankle Joints- These allow Donald to move his ankles relative to a how a human moves their ankles via a servo motor

Also here's more versions!!

oooh and heres more!

Here's more label info on his other blueprint-

Artificial Tongue Composed of Rubber- This tongue which is obviously located in his mouth, allows him to speak and eat clearly much like the function of organic tongues in humans. It's composed of resin and dyed rubber.

Remaining Organic Tissue- The remaining organic tissue in Donald is obvi his brain which isolated in his metal skull

Multifilament Muscles- These muscles operate similarly to humans but function at a much more efficient rate, they are also more sturdy and are less likely to tear compared to regular humans. They are composed of silk which is a very strong and elastic material esp strung together like yarn.

Artificial Fat (foam)- The artificial fat as it implies is composed of soft foam similar to humans but slightly off in feeling. Of course, Donald shrugged it off as "getting older" because what other logical reason would explain feeling weird in your own body?

Artificial Lungs (air sacs)- The artificial lungs are air sacs similar to cars and inflate and deflate based on Donald's breathing patterns. They also transport oxygen from outside Donald's body into his brain to produce the required energy to function.

Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO)- The artificial respiratory system it pumps blood from donalds body and adds oxygen and removes carbon dioxide. blood flows from the artificial heart back to the ECMO.

Artificial Titanium Secondary Skeleton- This secondary skeleton only serves as to illude the silhouette and feel of an organic skeleton to prevent any further suspicion.

Internal Cooling System- This system allows Donald's body to regulate temperature much like thermoregulation, it circulates a coolant through channels to absorb heat from an engine or other system. This prevents Donald's systems from overheating and causing short-circuitry and other malfunctions from occurring. However, if damaged or exposed to extremely high temperatures, his system will start to overheat and he will start to malfunction.

Artificial Heart- This acts as an actual heart and functions by keeping the artificial blood flowing through Donald's body.

Wires Underneath Skin- The wires underneath Donald's body are used to send electrical signals to his body and prevent them from affecting his body. They also are used to transmit information from the brain to the body such as electrodes.

Artificial Blood- This functions like human blood, it can be able to circulate energy and information through the body. It also transmits oxygen and carbon dioxide to and from the body. However, Donald cannot produce blood on his own and doesn't require as much as most humans. It's mostly meant for the show to convince him and others he's human.

Artificial Urinary System- As the term implies it acts as an organic urinary system and automatically assists in preventing involuntary "urine" leakage. He has an artificial bladder that stores the "urine" which is really just dyed liquid as his body can no longer abide by the three-step process of producing urine such as filtration, reabsorption, and secretion. Though, the bladder functions as any human bladder and when it is filled up it will release the urine through the urethra and outside the body. The purpose is to convert nutrients into energy which the remaining nutrients will be spread to the blood and brain.

Artificial Reproductive System- As the term implies the reproductive system acts as an organic human reproductive system which consists of...um...you know what? Let's skip this one. I really really don't want to have to explain this tbh. (even though I put it here.)

Wired Circulatory System- This consists of wires and circuitry that acts as a network of vessels that circulate Donald's artificial blood throughout his body whilst delivering oxygen to his brain cells. It also delivers electrical signals or information to his body when he feels pain.

Gastric Pump as Artificial Digestive System- This consists of synthetic tubes that can expand and contract like actual intestines that way contents can pass through with little struggle. on the outside of the intestines is which is made from silicon and rubber and can mimic how oxygen passes through the gut and can even stimulate the ability to vomit. He also contains an esophagus made from rubber which allows many foods to pass through. He does have taste in his artificial tongue however it's not as efficient as his old one. When food passes through his digestive tract acidic enzymes break it down into small chunks and are squeezed through this molding system where it dyes and transforms the content into a "stool" or "urine" kind of like playdough factory toys. (don't worry it's not as gross as it sounds) 

Bionic Eyes- the function by converting images from built-in cameras connected to the brain and siding electric signals that stimulate the brain which interprets it as an image.

Image Processing and Tracking Software- These allow Donald to manipulate and analyze data as images but also track where certain subjects move with high precision. Enhancing his mental images and giving him a "keen" eye.

Artificial Regenerative Hair Follicles- these are made from synthetic material that can expand in very thin strings to give the illusion that they can grow. They often increase in length when exposed to high temperatures. So basically Donald can cut his hair but it can't grow very long. his nails are made from the same materials

Backup Charging Port- located on Donald’s neck, this charging port is mainly for emergencies just in case if his chest charging port is malfunctioning. It is located above his power trigger buttons which can result in a shutdown if activated or stimulated by high stress levels.

Titanium Spine - This is located on Donald's back and is composed of titanium which is very difficult to crush...unless you're a pure-blood viltrumite. 

Oh, and another thing, although Da Sinclair didn’t make Donald’s 39th endoskeleton, he was asked to revise some parts by the old man himself, Cecil Stedman. The reason being that Cecil wanted to make Donald much stronger than last time replacing actuators and adding more multifilients in certain places. He did it out of care but also knowing the questionably ethical methods he must take in order to keep Donald alive.

[striveattemptfail]

Minor Differences | Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson, 1.9k, PG-13

@poolvertober: Day 20 – Pop Culture

Summary: Five times Logan learns something new about the timeline he's in (and one time it was for the better). Inspired by this post by @nichknack. Rated for language. Takes place some time after the movie's events; just assume Logan and Wade are back-up X-Men. More gen than slash but we all know the truth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Read on Ao3

A/N: Once again, I'm taking today's prompt fast and loose so forgive me in advance 😅🙏 Un-beta'd but quite frankly it's a miracle I even finished on time lmao. Can you believe this was originally supposed to be ~600 words? (ノ_<、)

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The first time Logan notices that his new timeline isn’t identical to his old one, it’s over a subtle name change.

He’s reading the Saturday paper in the living room, Wade watching some reality show on the seat next to him with Mary Puppins in his lap, when Althea leaves her room and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Alexa,” she calls out, “what time is it?”

A robotic voice replies, “The time is 5:43pm.”

Logan drops the newspaper from obscuring his face. He immediately finds the source of the reply on the coffee table: a grey, cylindrical device that looks like a mini speaker, control buttons on its side. It blinks a turquoise light around the rim until the light turns off with a muted beep at the extended silence.

“What the fuck?” he wonders out loud, surprised to see such a familiar gadget.

“Have you not interacted with an Echo before, peanut?” Wade asks. “Did you not have Bezos’ army of listening devices where you’re from?”

Althea barks out a hollow laugh. “You keep calling the damn thing a spy machine—”

“Because I don’t trust it!”

“—but you keep it right there anyway.” She scoffs, making her way to the fridge. “Fuckin’ hypocrite.”

“Well, it’s also convenient!” Wade argues. “Do you miss when I used to shoot the lights off?”

“What the fuck?” Logan says again, but for a completely different reason this time.

“Listen,” Wade starts, and from his tone Logan can tell some bullshit is about to leave his mouth, “sometimes a guy just wants to pass out after walking in at ass o’clock in the morning without having to get up when he forgets to deal with the lights!”

“So you shot the damn lights out?” Logan guesses. “Is that why all the light switch panels are just exposed? Because you shot the fuckin’ plates off?”

“Alexa, tell peanut to stop bullying me!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know that command,” the device says. “Would you like to—”

“Alexa, shut up.”

The cylinder goes quiet with a beep.

“Anyway, you didn’t answer my question,” Wade says before Logan gets a chance to berate him more. “Did your world not have Echos?”

“We did,” he admits, “but they were called Alexis.”

“Like Texas!” Wade shoots him a wink before chuckling to himself.

(Presumably to himself, because Logan has no clue what the fuck he’s talking about, as usual.)

Before either of them can elaborate, Althea yells from where she’s bent over in front of the open fridge, “Wade, did you put the fucking milk carton back empty again?!”

Their attention quickly shifts from there.

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The next time Logan notices, it’s over something equally innocuous.

He and Wade hate talking to the authorities when they finish a mission, but none of the X-Men who are way better suited to dealing with humans made it in time to stop their target. He and Wade finished the job before those asscracks even left the X-Mansion, which meant the two of them had to deal with the aftermath until someone more qualified arrived.

“I’ll play you for it!” Wade finally suggests after five whole minutes of arguing over who should talk to the police chief.

He sticks his hands out, a fist over a flat palm. Logan rolls his eyes but dutifully mimics the gesture.

“After three, okay?” Wade clarifies. “No cheating!”

“Let’s just get this the fuck over with.”

Wade nods once.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” he counts as Logan simultaneously chimes, “Paper, scissors, rock, bang!”

They don’t even look to see who won. Instead, they mirror each other’s expression: one of total confusion.

“Mr. Deadpool? Mr. Wolverine?” a voice calls behind them—Logan recognizes it as one of the younger detectives Wade was speaking to earlier. “We need one of you now, please.”

He and Wade finally both look at their hands.

Fuck.

“Ha ha, sucker!” Wades hollers, his rock crushing Logan’s scissors. He only grunts in response when Wade quite literally skips away after slapping Logan on the ass. Logan turns around with a flat expression and follows the detective to where the police chief is giving a statement to some reporter.

Whatever. The sooner this is done the sooner he and Wade can go home.

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Another time it happens, Logan’s not even sure if he even remembers the reference correctly.

He and Wade are at the X-Mansion for another mission, catching up with Ellie and Yukio inside the Blackbird jet while Colossus to grabs more a few more people. Logan’s not quite paying attention to the conversation’s details, more enamoured by the strange friendship the two girls have with Wade.

At some point, Ellie says something that makes Yukio giggle and shove her shoulder, causing Wade to cackle out, “Weird flex, but okay!”

Logan furrows his brows but doesn’t comment because Wade’s already pivoted the topic to something else.

He could swear that the saying was odd flex, but very well. If he actively recalls the kids from his old universe, that was what they used to say, right?

(Most days, he usually tries his best to not remember them. The pain may not be fresh anymore but it still hurts all the same. He’ll never be able to hear Kitty, or Jubilee, or Rogue, or Bobby cracking jokes he doesn’t understand but finds amusing nonetheless. Never again.)

Apparently, he’s still deep in thought by the time Laura walks up to him. Her face looks remarkably similar to one he sees on himself all the time—brows pinched, eyes narrowed, lips turned downward. At least on Laura the expression looks like a cute pout compared to Logan’s usual, unimpressed glare.

“What’s wrong?” She looks to the other three still caught up in their conversation, not paying Logan any mind. “Did they say something?”

Logan shakes his head. There’s no point in dwelling over the kids’ memes from his old life. He’s poked at those memories like an old bruise more than enough now.

“Nah,” he says, mostly telling the truth, “just remembered something.”

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He finally catches on by the following incident.

A song has been driving Logan fucking crazy for the past four hours. The goddamn earworm simply refuses to get out of his head, even with Wade’s incessant rambling at his phone in the background. What he’s blabbing about right this moment, Logan has no clue, because lyrics are on loop in his brain and he can’t hear anything above it.

Time for a replay session, he supposes, taking a seat in the living room. Hopefully making his ears bleed from the melody on constant repeat will finally get it out of his head.

“Hey, bub, can you play that ‘Vegas glowing’ song by Handsome Delight on the Alexis?” he interjects in the middle of Wade’s rant.

Wade furrows his hairless brow-line. “Come again? This time in my ear? Also, it’s still just Alexa.”

“You know,” Logan says, followed by a vague hum. “You walk in over time / ‘Cause we both know you’re mine / Fallin’ straight, don’t look down / Las Vegas glowin’ on the town,” he sings, hoping he has the correct lyrics. “That one?”

“One: Excellent singing, honey badger! Do you practice scales when I’m not listening? Because that voice is—” Wade cuts off to do a chef’s kiss with his fingers. “Two: Nope! Still no clue what that song is.”

“Stop fuckin’ with me, Wade.” Logan grunts, remembering how annoyingly often the song was playing on the radio when he was bar hopping earlier this year. Wade listens to pop music almost exclusively—there’s no way he would’ve escaped this song. “It was in the Top 40s for months. You had to have heard of this.”

Wade just blinks at him. “I really, truly have not.”

“Wait,” he pauses in realization, “does Handsome Delight not exist here?”

“Never heard of them!” Wade confirms, shaking his head and starts typing away on his phone. “Aaaaand Google here only pulls up a very adorable cake when I search that name.” He shows his screen to Logan, who grumbles in frustration after squinting at the results.

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

“Why? What’s up, buttercup?”

“Shit. The damn song’s stuck in my head but I only know that stupid part.” He groans at himself, throwing his head back onto the couch, miffed that he can’t scratch the song’s itch like he thought. “I was hoping I could put it on repeat so I’d finally get it out of my system.”

“Sorry, peanut!” Wade pats his shoulder. “If it helps though, I can sing anything you want to rid you of the earworm plaguing you! I’ll be your personal jukebox!”

His answer is automatic. “I’d rather chop my ears off.”

Wade, obviously, starts singing anyway.

“You are! My fiiiire—”

Logan promptly sticks a claw into each ear. He might have pushed a little too far and nicked his brain a bit on both sides, which is just fine because the injury causes him to briefly pass out, a good solution as any at this point.

The last thing he sees is Wade’s comically dismayed face.

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Logan accepts that this universe is just weirdly different after one more incident.

He and Wade made it home too goddamn late last night after finishing a job that took way too fucking long, which meant they both pass out for a solid eight hours and wake up well past noon for their first meal of the day. Althea had already left to do her own business (Logan never asks her what she’s up to, and he’s probably better for it) and took along Mary Puppins, so it’s just him and Wade in the kitchen.

Wade’s already sitting at the table, digging into something from a silvery packet when Logan shuffles by.

“Mornin’, peanut.”

“Hrm.”

“Figured I’d get some real food later, but I’m too damn tired right now, so, y’know—” he lifts up what Logan finally sees is a Pop-Tart, “—Pop-Tarts.”

Logan assesses that he is also too damn tired to actually cook himself a meal, but also too hungry to ignore his appetite. He combs through the cupboards with a quiet hum until he can kick his ass to get some real food. He eventually decides to follow Wade’s lead to eat something now and order more food later, going to the cabinet and bypassing Wade’s stock of sugary children’s cereal for the Special K.

“Not digging into the Raisin Bran, old man?” Wade teases.

“I may be old,” he tosses right back, “but I don’t need to act like it too.” He grabs the milk (a new carton because Althea chewed Wade out last time), a bowl, and a spoon, bumping the utensil drawer closed with his hip. Then, he makes his way to the kitchen table to sit across from Wade.

As always, he pours the milk first.

“Logan,” Wade says slowly, his eyes growing wide with what looks like concern, “why the fuck are you pouring the milk before the cereal?”

“Because that’s how you’re supposed to do it.” Logan shoots him a bewildered look because that’s how everyone does it? He’s pretty sure it’s common knowledge to pour the milk first so you get an even distribution of crunch. He’s adding the cereal in when he asks, “What the fuck are you on about?”

Wade’s horrified gaze flickers back and forth between Logan and his bowl. “That’s so fucking cursed.”

At this point, Logan doesn’t bother dignifying that with a response, digging into his bowl with a dismissive grunt and shake of his head. He very purposefully ignores the implication that people on this planet pour the cereal first.

Now that’s fucking cursed.

Logan may have been engineered to be a wild animal, but he’s not a goddamn savage.

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Logan finds out that Dolly Parton is still alive on this planet.

He considers forgiving the cereal before milk bullshit just for that.

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(More notes on Ao3.)

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Inertia; Two

Pairing; LADS Caleb x non-mc reader

Word count; 2,359

Themes/warnings; child abuse (because of Ever), angst w/o comfort, semi-detailed descriptions of torture (If you can imagine things as you read, try not to for this?), og mc/Lia-hua and Caleb will finally show up in the 4th drabble

Notes; This one gets a bit rough, I'll be honest. I'm never too confident in my writing, so I can't say if it's too excruciatingly detailed, but I think a warning is necessary for the content involved!

Summary; “The experiments…Who could do this to children? Why would adults inflict this type of pain on the children they were supposed to be protecting?”

Or

The experiments you were subjected to, in detail.

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The first few experiments weren’t that bad. Definitely not as horrible as what Unicorn was experiencing, that’s for sure. All you had to do was crush metallic objects for a few hours out of your day, use your Evol to levitate different metals, detect buried metals and discern what types they were. But after a few tests doing this, Team Lead L/n was growing anxious. Unicorn had already gone up to Phase-3, she was continuously showing growth and even when she wasn’t, she still had the ability to rebirth while you were showing no sense of progress.

She was desperate for results.

It was just another typical Thursday of experiments for you, crushing clocks and slinging copper plates up, down, left, right, and then…A part of the metal wall slides up, like a hidden door, and something steps out.

A metal endoskeleton.

A robot with intricate details and wires lining the neck and arms. A cylindrical object was attached to the ends of its arms and suddenly, its head jerked up. Crimson eyes meet your own and you nervously turn toward the large glass-paned windows on the other side of the room to look at the researchers behind the glass.

Your breath caught in your chest as you watched Researcher L/n’s finger go down to press a button. The robot’s arms lift in your direction and you finally realize what’s actually on the end of its arms.

Gun barrels.

You throw your hands up in a panic at the sound of the first shot. The scent of gunpowder filled the room and you felt a searing pain in your left shoulder. A choked cry slips from your lips as you grab your arm in a blind panic. A warm, sticky liquid immediately coats your hand and you push the thought that it’s your blood aside. You refuse to think about the fact that you just got shot, along with the fact that you’re about to be shot at again.

You hear the click of another bullet being loaded into the chamber and you snap into action. With a flick of your hand, the copper sheet from earlier flies in front of you and a loud twang resounds throughout the room.

The bullet makes a deep dent in the copper and you’re unsure how many more times you can use the sheet for defense until it’s unusable.

You could definitely use your Evol to stop the bullets, you think, but you’ve never had to use your Evol on a moving object before. Especially one moving as fast as a bullet. Maybe you could crush the gun’s barrel to save yourself?

Clang

You can’t waste much more time thinking. After taking five more bullets, the sheet was full of dents. The bullet casings were almost fully penetrating the copper and showed no signs of stopping until you made any form of improvement.

With a deep breath, you toss the sheet to the side and lift your hands up. Try to stop the bullet first and, if that doesn’t work, go for the barrels.

Another shot rings out in the room.

A garbled cry bubbles up from your lips, teeth biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as your eyes wavered on the hole now in your left hand. Thankfully the bullets were relatively small, so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but the pain was still blinding.

Crushing the gun barrel it is, then.

Your chest hiccupped as you held back your cries. Focusing your blurry, tearfilled gaze on the gun barrels. You lift your hands, left hand more shaky than your right, once more. Blood drips down your arm, puddling into the floor as you use all of your power on the gun barrels. Taking a deep breath, you firmly close your hands and watch as the metal of the barrels crumpled under the weight of your Evol.

Your left hand screams in pain as your fingers dug into the open wound on your palm, nails sinking into the flesh as your hands stayed closed. Unable to open them as you felt your legs give out from underneath you.

Even though you were badly injured and lost a substantial amount of blood, you counted this as a win. You felt like you really showed them researchers a thing or two. Maybe they’d give you a break from experimenting after this monumental discovery.

With those thoughts on your mind, your vision blurred and you felt your body flop to the floor as you passed out.

The next time you awoke, you were laid on your back on the floor mattress.

The pain was still there, albeit a bit toned down compared to earlier. You had a bandage on your shoulder, along with your hand, and there was a researcher standing by the door, clicking her pen. Lead Researcher L/n.

“Congrats 001. You’re not entirely useless.” She comments, giving your body a once-over. “It seems you subconsciously used your Evol to stop yourself from bleeding out. It’s a shame you didn’t die, but we’ve made some substantial leaps in our research. Now, we can use your Evol for different experiments with this knowledge.” She writes in her clipboard for a few moments, before continuing, “Be ready. You’re scheduled in for Saturday. I expect more progress.”

A day’s break…You’re only getting a day to recover from your injuries. And what does she mean when she said that you “stopped yourself from bleeding out”? How could a metal Evol affect blood?

“Your confusion is almost adorable…Almost.” Researcher L/n crosses her arms over her chest as she leans back against the door. “I’ll only explain this once, so listen up. The Chimera Team is under the assumption that your Evol can affect all metals, this includes the iron in blood and calcium in bones. There’s a surprising amount of naturally occurring metals in the human body, so we’re going to run a few tests on what you can do with your current power level and aim for steady improvements. It’s only uphill from here, 001.”

Then, she leaves the room. Leaving you alone, body still aching from your earlier experimentations as you struggle to sit up on your mattress. Your gaze landed on a thin book laid out on the short table in the center of the room along with a small pack next to it.

Your reward for almost dying was…A measly colouring book and some crayons.

Saturday came sooner than you’d like.

You had already completed your colouring book and resorted to drawing on the backs of each page, though for some pages you wrote down key information —not wanting to forget anything. You wrote down your name, your Evol, what tests you’ve been through so far.

It was almost like a diary, or maybe even a last will. You weren’t sure, you were feeling way too anxious about today’s experimentation. You had a sinking feeling in your chest. Today was definitely not a good day. You had a bad feeling.

Researcher L/n comes to collect you. The moment your door opens, you slam your colouring book shut – terrified that she’d take away the only thing keeping you grounded, but she doesn’t. In fact, it seems like she doesn’t care what you do as long as you’re cooperative.

So you reluctantly get up, but it wasn’t fast enough for her apparently, because she grabs you by your wrist and begins tugging you down the hallway toward those large steel doors.

Maybe one day you could grow strong enough to break them and escape…but you don’t have much time to entertain that thought as the doors slide open and you’re shoved into the room.

Today, there’s a black pleather chair in the center of the room with an armrest on the right side and straps all over the chair — bindings, for you.

The armrest had some kind of mechanism set up to it. One small enough to fit your hand into with five rings, one for each of your fingers. The rings were attached to wires and the wires were fed into another machine. Though, you don't have long to stare at the machine before Researcher L/n drags you over to the chair and quickly straps you into it, settling your right hand into the mechanism. The rings only go up to the bend of your fingers, unable to fit any further down as if it was made to specifically fit there.

As Researcher L/n left the room, you began to feel a bit lightheaded as you imagined what this device could be used for. Your right hand was trapped, wrist strapped down to the armrest as your fingers were caught in rings up to the middle of the joint. The wires running from the rings gave you a sense of foreboding in your gut and you recalled what Researcher L/n had told you two days ago.

That your Evol could possibly control the iron in blood and the calcium in bones.

They weren’t seriously…They wouldn’t torture a child like that, right?

But before you can ponder such useless thoughts any longer, one of the strings snaps backward suddenly and a loud crack resounds throughout the empty room. You flinch back at the noise, but think nothing of it.

That is until you feel an intense pain radiating from your index finger and a shrill scream slips from your lips. Your head jerks toward your hand in the trap and your breath stutters in your chest. Your index finger was swollen, blood was pooling underneath your hand and into the floor, your bone…you could see your bone jutting out from your unnaturally bent finger. You could feel heat rushing toward your head, unable to think straight and your gaze darts toward the large glass window in front of you.

You shoot a pleading look toward the researchers, but the only response you get is Researcher L/n tapping her wrist as if to signify that you had a time limit.

Would another one of your fingers be broken if you couldn’t figure out what to do in time?

Think, Y/n…Think.

They wanted you to…use the calcium in your bones to fuse them back together right? Or did they want you to control the iron in your blood to stop the bleeding?

…The test continued on for a while. You weren’t sure how long, at this point. It could’ve been minutes or even hours, but you weren’t sure. Your throat felt scratchy and raw from screaming so much, your right hand aches in pain, your pulse was going haywire. You had completed the task they gave you, eventually.

You couldn’t fix your index finger until three more bones were broken, but once you did, the others were quick to follow. And once you thought you were done, you finished what they wanted you to do, they broke your fingers again. Over and over until you fine tuned your Evol and had complete control over it. Complete control over the calcium in your bones, the iron in your blood.

But you couldn’t create iron out of nothing, so you still lost a substantial amount of blood and ended up passing out once more.

When you awoke, you had a blood filled IV hooked to your arm and all the wounds you sustained from two days ago were healed. As if the skin was also fused back together. Though, the scars remained.

You also learnt it was Sunday. You were out for a whole day and in just two more days, you’d be right back to testing.

Another gift was placed on your table. This time, it was a pair of wired headphones and a tiny device. You quickly realize that it was some kind of antique music player with music preloaded onto it.

So you spent the next two days writing, drawing, and listening to your music. Refusing to think about the next tests, about what they’d do to you next. You decided that disassociation was your best friend, that’s the only way you’d be able to survive here. If you’d even be able to survive.

On Tuesday, you walked on your own next to Researcher L/n into the testing room.

The room was back to looking rather normal and it gave you hope that maybe it would be a simpler day. There was a biological scanner next to the pleather chair. You were told it was an Evol appraisal machine, and you hoped your Level somehow went up.

But Evol levels weren’t supposed to go up. The level you got was what you were stuck with, so you weren’t sure why these people were so certain you’d be any different, and yet you placed your hand on the machine nonetheless.

Behind the glass, you watch as the scientists squint their eyes before they erupt into cheers.

It seems you somehow went from level B to A. You’re still not sure how it was possible, but you’re not given a moments rest. Instead, Researcher L/n’s voice comes over the intercom, “Don’t celebrate just yet, 001. Testing isn’t over for today. Stand up.”

The next tests were just as fucked up as the last. They ranged from cutting your limbs off and having you reattach them; They’d start off with your fingers first and work their way up to arms and legs. They’d make deep cuts on your arms, legs, wherever they could and your goal was to stop the bleeding; So they could still see the open wound, but with no blood pouring out. Then, next was closing the wounds with the natural metals inside your skin, like zinc and copper. They would eventually give you a break by going back to your usual crushing metals and levitating them, but using bigger objects the stronger you got.

Throughout all these tests, there was only one thing you were wondering. How could they do this to a nine year old? In fact, how could these adults do this to a child?

Someone they were supposed to be protecting, instead of breaking like this?

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(different Anon) Ooh, now I'm intrigued. Would you mind doing a full Bochum Krupp breakdown? (thank you so much for all the work you do for this fandom!!!)

Let's look at the rest of Krupp, not just his bendy straws elbows! Krupp is a bit of an exception to a lot of the rules of costume design - for instance, no elbow pads, no codpiece.

Krupp is Electra's security - the Armaments truck. His original design clearly draws on a Chauffeur- here we have a character from Downton Abbey, set in 1913, and you can see all the elements in the original design - the exaggerates double breasted jacket that's triangular up on his shoulders, the gloves with leather gauntlets, the bagginess of the trousers, knee-high boots. It's a practical look in many ways because in 1913 the chauffeur was also the mobile mechanic, almost certainly going to be crawling around under the engine, needs to not split his pants!

The Broadway re-working of his design is, to be honest, my least favourite of the Broadway costume designs. I just feel he lost so much of that human angle, he's so mechanical but not particularly "trainy". He reads much more as a war robot! And the fact he narrows down to spandex at his waist makes him feel disproportionate to me - compared to the London costume which was absolutely a jacket. Initially the components didn't have names, they were just "Electra's Entourage". So his identity as Krupp came along after the costume design... the Krupp company was a major arms manufacturer during both world wars if I remember correctly, coincidentally in the Bochum region! But "Krupp the Armaments Truck" existed for years before the show looked at a production in the Ruhr valley.

Anyway, Krupp's base layer - we can see that his red concertina arms are part of his spandex base. My guess would be that it is a unitard - plain black legs under his shorts, kneepads and slinkies - I don't have any photos but logically he's got to have something, plain black, between those pieces or else his underwear would show through! (Performers in Starlight all wear a basic cotton unitard under the costume to help keep things clean and tidy)

Krupp's shorts are one of the most distinctive parts of his look! The design indicates fall-front fastening - historical method of closing men's breeches with a central flap covering buttons underneath - much the same as the way the chauffer's jacket works actually! But that historical suggestion didn't really make it to the end product - we have a continuous red line rather than the edges of a flap. That red line is still fastening though! The two legs of silver leather are not sewn together - there is spandex between them to allow the performer *SOME* movement at least! But that red band holds the front panels together while allowing some movement. The shorts have braces/suspenders over his shoulders, holding it all in place. Casual Krupp with the Hoppers here happens to show us where he has spandex, and where he has the silver leatherette. The back of Krupp's shorts quite clearly shows the non-stretch shiny panels with the stretchy material between.

Krupp's belt (it's Purse's belt on display above), and hat, represent coils of wire. Krupp's belt is very similar to Purse's, only with vertical bars as well. I assume these are all foam, covered in fabric, laboriously sewn and glued together. His kneepads are connected to his shorts with the rings and fabric tabs, which will keep everything from moving around too much. His slinkies are just plain black, often hard to make out in photos against his metallic shiny parts.

Krupp's shoulders. wheew. This box is HUGE, heavy, unwieldy, restrictive... his cylindrical upper arms are connected to the shoulder box. It fastens at the back - the "DANGER" panel is a flap that covers the fastenings. The shoulders really limit the performer's movement - he can't really reach above his head with that much bulk in the way! He has a red collar built in to the shoulders, rather than being part of the fabric elements of the costume. The front and back panels connect to the belt with the tab and snap fastenings, holding him all together while allowing plenty of waist movement, at least.

While he doesn't have elbow pads as such, he has some chonky gloves - the silver cylindrical band that appears to connect to the red elbows is actually part of the gauntlets of his gloves. These are three parts - black leather hands, black gauntlet with large wheels, then the silver tube.

Finally, Krupp's hat/headwear! His wire coil reel hat sits on top of a black cowl, with a silver fabric part connected to the hat. We see the hat on its own without the fabric element, but to be worn it's connected to a skull cap and chin strap (see the Electra pic above!). The black cowl covers his head, neck and shoulders, making sure no human skin is at risk of connecting to the costume. His hat has a visor/grill, the remaining vestiges of the chauffeur's hat, but kept small and light enough to not inhibit the stage lighting. And of course... the shades...

Krupp is one of my favourite characters, but with the biggest gap between my preference for the Bochum vs London versions! One big difference was that in London, Krupp was cast as an understudy for the Rockies, he tended to be a big, muscular black guy, very believably a bodyguard and somebody you didn't want to mess with. In Bochum Krupp was cast to be an Electra understudy and general cover to almost every other character - a strong dancer able to work well as any character, meaning Krupp had less of a distinctive type. And London's Krupp was much more of a human than the War Robot look. Still awesome both ways!

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Can you imagine all of Luke's new friends abroad having heard about Layton from him having this idea of an all knowing genius adventurer who swordfights on the regular and can scale a kaiju robot in a car, imagining some Indiana Jones looking dude, and then when Layton does show up it's just this cylindrical guy in a dad shirt

[justanothersuperheroblog]

I'm starting to think maybe Doc Ock had the right idea.

Not about the criminal thing, but about the detachable robotic arms thing. As someone who works in a lab, I'd give anything for a couple extra sets of arms. It would make things so much faster and easier. I wouldn't have to take multiple trips to the pH meter or fume hood because I could carry all the chemicals and glassware I need in one shot. I could clean all of my glassware at once, instead of having to clean them one at a time. Seriously, the possibilities are endless.

If I had to pick a design, I'd go with this one from Into the Spiderverse,

partly because it's made of material that looks like it's less likely to scratch up glass beakers and graduated cylinders than Doctor Otto Octavius's metal ones, but also partly because the hands' shape looks like it'd be better suited to cylindrical glassware than Otto's 3-pronged hands are. Otto's design was purpose built to work in physics labs and nuclear reactors. It's still very cool, and believe me, I'd still gladly take it if I couldn't get my hands on Liv's design, but I will admit that his design isn't as well suited to my line of work as hers is.

[wynndigogh]

A TMNT tale

The Perfect Trap

Part 5: Despoilation Nonnegotiable Authorized

Warning: No Minors, 18+ ONLY

SYNOPSIS:

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles face a new threat when Baxter Stockman returns with a cunning plan and a deadly new weapon. As they battle his latest creations, the turtles realize their enemy is always one step ahead.

But the danger hits closer to home when Leonardo’s relationship with his girlfriend is put to the test, forcing him to balance his duty as leader with his heart.

With danger closing in from all sides, the turtles must uncover the truth behind Stockman's scheme before it destroys them and everything they hold dear.

But as secrets come to light, they learn that the stakes are higher than they ever imagined—and one of their own may be caught in the crossfire.

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Eight heavy metal spheres slam into the ground encircling the turtle brothers.

“Whoa, what are these things”, an apprehensive Michelangelo inquires while taking a step back as a precaution.

As if to answer his question, the metallic units emit a hiss of escaping pressurized gas and begin to unfold. The terrapins gasp as the alloy objects unfurl into eight humanoid robots, each brandishing dual fighting swords and with four additional cylindrical appendages on their backs.

“D’hey look like foot bots on steroids”, Raph growls and braces in his fighting stance.

Michelangelo quips, “Actually, they look like foot- bot peacocks, oh let’s call them foot-peas?  No-no, foot-cocks!”

“Shut up idiot”, the red brute grumbles in annoyance, “I don’t care what der called, with only eight of dem, dis is gonna be a piece of cake taking dem out.”

“Don’t go getting cocky, Raph, we don’t know this enemy”, Leonardo warns.

The robots fan out, taking up strategic positions around the turtles.  With a sleek metal zinging sound, four additional sword blades extend from the four arms on their backs.

“Oh boy”, Leonardo exclaims, stressing over the development.

“Uh, Leo, with those additional swords, each mechanic fighter is going to be able to perform significantly intricate techniques at substantial speeds.  Essentially, master swordsman levels”, Donatello explains, “it’s gonna be like fighting eight Master Splinters”.

“And we’re not at the top of our game due to the party”, the blue banded terrapin laments.

 “What we do, Leo,” Raphael asking getting antsy and ready to charge.

“My order from earlier still stands, don’t get killed”, the leader replies as the first of the bots leads the charge in.

The sounds of metal clashes against metal and wood as the robots’ weapons collide with the turtles’ weapons.  The turtle brothers are moving fast, eyes watching as many open angles as possible to avoid being skewered through by a blade.

“Rocksteady, I believe this is our cue to exit”, Bebop whispers to his companion above the sounds of battle.  The two mutants dash down the pier to the waiting submersible that wis hiding below the line of sight from the docks.

“They’re getting away”, Donnie relays to Leonardo.

“Let them go”, Leo responds as two sweeping blades miss the top of his scaled head by centimeters, “we’ve got our hands full here.  Something’s not right about this situation”.

“Ya think!”, the sarcastic retort is tossed at Leonardo from the Raph who is holding two swords locked in his sais , dodging the rest of that robot’s arms, while simultaneously kicking a second robot backwards, preventing it from being within critical striking distance of his stationary body.

Mikey looks like a tumbling flea on speed, jumping from one spot to another, trying to stay ahead of the mechanical fighters’ blade arches and Donnie is utilizing the long reach of his bo staff to establish a perimeter of safety around himself while trying to trip up the anatomical machines and take out their legs.

Something is off about this fight.  

Leonardo’s keen fighter’s sense knows this setup, this location, is all wrong.  

Why would an ambush come out in the open like this?  There are too many variables available for this ambush to be infallible.  Why didn’t whoever is giving orders Bebop and Rocksteady have the mutant duo choose a more secure and controlled location? What is the purpose?

Leo is pulled from his mental analysis by Raphael’s yowl of pain.  The scaled behemoth has a bleeding slice across his shoulder and other wet red spots can be seen developing around his arms.  His close combat techniques aren’t a match for the two robots that have him encaged.  As if one yelp of pain wasn’t enough, the blue banded turtle hears a similar shocked cry come from his right, Donnie’s arm is lowered, protecting his side which is now showing a splotch of red.

We’ve got to do something; we can’t hold them off indefinitely.

“Donnie”, the leader yells, “are you able to do anything about shutting these things down?”

Donatello uses his staff to pole vault out of the center of the two surrounding him, gaining some open space, keeping the mechanical fighters coming at him from one direction.  “If they are transmitting, I may be able to hack into their systems remotely, but I’ll need some space and time.”

“Right,” Leonardo replies, “Raph, Mikey, back-to-back, keep Donnie covered in the middle.”

The three brothers cocoon Donatello in the middle of them, forming a triangle of protection around the computer wiz.  The eight robotic fighters encircle them, multiple arms swinging at once.  The area is a blur of deadly robotic arms and swooshing sounds.  Each brother feels a nick here, a stab of pain there, but they try to keep up as best they can while Donatello works on his halo screens and keyboards to scan the robots systems.

“Come on, come on…”, the purple genius talks to himself as lines of code speed across the halo screen, “there!  Yes!  Their transmitting, the encryption is…spectacular.”

“Donnie.”, Leonardo warns, when Donatello seeing interesting tech he can get distracted if not kept on task.

“Right, it’s complex but not Donnie-proof, just one sec, Leo.”

His long, dexterous fingers flying over the halo keyboard typing with feverish speed.  “Okay, I have some good news and some bad news”, he yells over the chaos.

“I’m gonna be yer bad news IF YA DON’T HURRY DA HELL UP!”, Raph growls in frustration as the takes another hit across one of his shoulders.

“Guys, my health bar is depleting.  I need a reset”, Mikey exclaims, using gamer lingo to express his dire straits.  He’s dodging and swinging his ‘chucks to parry the blades coming at him but with each passing second his speed and technique is floundering. His round cherub face is nicked all over from blades narrowly missing a death blow.

“Talk to me Donnie”, Leo orders while trying to block as many blows as possible coming at him and his two brothers.

“Good news I’m in, the bad news is I can’t shut them down, I can only slow them down”, Donnie explains.

“Do it!”, Leo instructs, “Raph, Mikey, get ready for one last surge”.

 With a few taps to his halo keyboard, Donnie uploads his own code to infiltrate and swamp the processors inside the units.  Within seconds, the speed of the robotic arms is slowed as the fighters’ processors strain to filter out Donnie’s mass of code from actual system commands.

The delay in the robots’ swings is all that is needed for the turtles to make their stand.  As the sword arms of each robot delay a second from initial start of the swing to the follow through, the momentary pause is enough of an opening for the brothers to do their own damage.  

Raphael’s sais stab into the under pit of each frontal arm, sending sparks flying.  With the rumbling roar of the mixture of pain, frustration, and physical effort, the brute rips the front facing arms off each of the robots in front of him.  

Donnie sails over the brute’s head and lands behind the backs of the units, using his staff to bar-lock the back paneled arms into a trapped position, leaving them open and vulnerable.  Raphs three-pronged weapons spear into the faces of the two mechanical fighters.  The two tall terrapins share a quick fist bump before turning and helping the baby of the bunch to take down the three attackers in his corner.

Leonardo uses the last of his speed and every technique his father ever showed him to parry the blades of the three robots facing him.  His wrist and hand wraps are seeping red from the open wounds on his forearms, but he doesn’t feel any pain as he pushes his mind into space between thought and action.  

The space where only instinct and the will to survive is paramount.  The space where the momentary pause of his opponent gives me all the opening that he needs to go in for the strike.

The sound of metal clashing and zinging is barely audible above the hammering of his own heart.  With a quick slice here, and a back-pass of his blade there, the arms of the foot bots are falling away piece by piece.

By the time he becomes aware of his own breath huffing in his ears, his broad chest heaving from the exertion, the metallic fighters are laying in a heap of scrap metal at his feet.

He takes a moment to survey those in his care.  Michelangelo dramatically falls to the ground to rest, Donatello is leaning on his knees trying to steady his breathing, and Raph is pacing in agitation.

His brothers are worn, cut and blood washed, but alive.  That is what matters. 

“Who’s motha’fuckng ass am I beating for dis shit?”, Raphael’s anger rolls off him in palpable waves.

“Well, my guess would be Stockman”, Donnie huffs out between breaths, “the encryption, the system setup, everything about these bots has me putting my bets on him.”

“There’s still something off about this situation”, Leonardo replies as much to himself as to the team.

A hissing release of pressurized gas emits from the chest compartments of the units and panel sides open on each.  From each of the eight openings, a tiny sphere the size of grapefruits exits quickly, shooting off down the dock, and splashes into the water below.

“What was that?”, an alarmed Mikey jumps up from the ground and moves closer to the safety of his older brothers.

Leonardo and Donatello exchange looks.  Donnie doesn’t give an indication of what he thinks it may be and only shrugs.

“Whatever happened here tonight, I have a feeling that this is just the beginning”, Leonardo speculates aloud. 

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@thelaundrybitch

[bubbleofpotato]

1 part: here

I FINALLY finished part 2 and I really hope you like it.😌

2 part:

Searching the love

Optimus prime x Reader

-Follow me

Op- wait for me here

Suspicious, the guards watch the door and Yn then takes Opitimus close to a kind of capsule.

- this is a project that shows in practice what the atmosphere would be like in space

It was a small space but it could hold up to 4 robots, with a cylindrical shape, yn had made it especially to demonstrate to a Prime in the future when her experiments were finished. One thing yn didn't like was people seeing her unfinished experiments, it was a strong delirium that always bothered her, but she has this peculiar way of dealing with the problem.

-I spent a lot of time studying and I realized that with these materials I acquired we could leave this planet and explore new worlds, and I need you not to interfere with that.

Quickly yn activates the lever, creating a vacuum that pulls Optimus inside, with the help of a small push, but what she didn't expect was that Prime would pull her.

-W-What do you do? Damn! We can't leave now.

OP- What did I do? You're the one who got us into this your crazy!

-Crazy? I'll show you the crazy one!

Yn takes advantage of the lack of gravity and throws herself to hit him, making him hit the wall.

Op- Why did you do that?

- I'm not crazy! That was an assistant

Op- haha ​​I'll pretend to believe it. How do we get out of here?

- simple, we don't go out.

Op- what do you mean we didn't go out!?

-That's the beauty of my project, we can only open the door from the outside

Op- W- what!!? What kind of "genius" makes a door that only opens from the outside? Thinking that you tried to trap a Prime doesn't impress me much.

- Hey! You started hurting my pride!

Op- okay "madam scientist", how did I hurt your pride?

-!!! Don't you know? Never see an unfinished scientific experiment without permission!

Op-What? Is that it? Are you really crazy?

In disbelief, Yn finds herself slowly wandering over the capsule and tries to cling to one of the holes in the wall. Upset by Prime's comment, the heavy atmosphere makes the place tighter and Optimus tries to ease the tension a little.

Op- ehh... how are you adapting to the T-cog? Or did you already have it? You know... I still find it a bit strange

-...

Op- sorry, I think I exaggerated a bit...

-.... I... still don't know how to transform myself, in fact I didn't even think about it, I was very focused on my projects

Op- I see, well... I could help you with that if we get out of here *smiles*

Yn hides a smile from the corner of her mouth, blushing slightly, and looks at the Prime's chest.

And you? What's it like being a Prime? Have you been getting along well with the girls?

Playfully returning the embarrassment to Optimus who basks in a bright blue

Op- I don't know... you tell me-

Loud knocks on the tip interrupt the moment as Optimus leans over to see one of the guards.

G1-Optimus! Sir! Are you okay? What happened?

Op- finally, we're stuck! Try pulling the lever!

Yn approaches the glass in desperation

-Wait! Don't pull the lever!

Op- wait, what do you mean? Why not?

- It needs to be unlocked

The Prime calms down and smiles at yn saying:

Op- Okay, what's the password

-...my digits...

Op- WHAT? I can't believe it, we're never going to get out of here!

Optimus places his servos over his optics in disbelief as he releases his floating body into the air.

G2- Sir? Do you think we should call the elite commander?

Op- She's going to kill me. Can you call her, please?

The guards moved away from the lab to get a bit of a signal and cautiously yn approached Prime

- I am really sorry about that...

Optimus softens under yn's care and realizes that maybe it won't be so bad to stay a little longer.

Op- don't worry, we'll get out of here soon... You... said you gathered this material since the sentinel command

- Yes, it was at the time I finished my studies at the Academy of Science.

Op- so you're much older than me, did you meet the Primes?

-yes... I was in the first line of bots without the

T-cog...

Op- wow that must have been horrible...

- yes, at the time the removal was done incorrectly and they needed to "reorganize" some wires, which made me very impulsive and made it difficult for me to think about some things like an exit through the inside of the capsule or trying to trap a Prime

Yn gives a weak smile to soften the situation, but the Prime felt the pain of her story.

Op- I'm sorry...

- It's not your fault, thank you for listening to me Prime.

Op- Optimus, you can call me Optimus

A warm smile forms on Yn's lips as he slowly approaches, giving Optimus a softly sweet kiss, who blushes instantly.

- S-Sorry I-

Op- calm down, it's okay...

Yn floats into Optimus' arms in a loving embrace.

I think trying to keep you here was the best thing I did

A loving laugh fills the vacuum of the capsule, slowly a guard approaches

G2- Sir, the commander has arrived.

Elita enters irritated, going straight towards Prime.

Eli- will you explain it to me?

Op- well... a security flaw activated the machine and trapped us inside.

Eli- Okay, where is the control panel?

- on the right side, the computers do not have a password

Elita turns them on and hacks the system trying to open the door and realizes that it is something very different from what she knows, but she manages to access the security cameras and clearly sees the bot pushing Optimus.

Eli-(I can't believe it, he wants to pretend this doesn't happen? What did she do to him?)

Frustrated Elita hits the capsule

Eli- Optimus! I can't access the door.

Op- What? Damn! How are we going to get out of here?

Yn lets go of Optimus trying to think of something and a memory comes to mind

- I know!

Yn leans against the wall trying to open the machine's system

Op- what are you doing?

in one of the corners of this wall there is a panel, I just don't remember which one

Op- let me see

Before even approaching, Prime realizes that the panel needs a key.

Op- let me guess, you forgot your key?

-I didn't think I would be stuck here.

Op- why am I still surprised?

He says laughing as he makes a move to push her away and activates his Axe, hitting the panel hard, shrapnel flying in the vacuum and the electrical sharing available, marked with a smug smile.

- haha

Rolling her eyes, the scientist quickly rearranges the cables and removes the vacuum effect. With the door open, she runs to the exit, stretching.

- Ahh, I love gravity. Since you're here, what did you think of my Op-experiments?

Yn is pinned against one of the walls by one of the guards and has the servants held back

Elita-Yn (last name) you are under arrest for attempted kidnapping of a Prime!

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❤️ Sorry for the delay, I can only write on the way to school, please give me honest feedback.Remember I am open to all types of comments critical! *non-aggressive*🥰

3 part: Ending

1part

[aoharushiyo]

the recipes for... | track 5 ― fondant au chocolat

Translation: en Proofreading: aca, dimi, kimi, myun, jay, jelly

"PatiBattle? Are patissiers going to battle...?"

And so, that evening…

After I got home and had some snacks, I happened to glance at the TV that the Robo-Mama had needlessly put on for me.

"PatiBattle? Are patissiers going to battle…?"

I had time to kill, so it was really just by accident that I happened to see the anime that was airing on the TV.

"…Huh?"

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

"Wow, this looks cool…"

I'd discovered something.

"This is crazy…!"

I had… discovered something amazing. PatiBattle. Chiyoda Reito. It was like I'd been crossed by fate and destiny.

"…"

I watched in rapt silence. Something felt like it was clicking into place inside of me. PatiBattle was everything that I desired from the bottom of my heart: a story packed full of excitement, youth, and friendship. My heart couldn't stop pounding in pure excitement.

Before my eyes, colour returned to the ashen grey remains of my world after the fire had incinerated everything. "Aah…"

Seeing the protagonist and his rival compete against each other, and then exchanging praises and hugging each other after a good match brought me almost to the point of tears. Suddenly, I remembered what Muu-chan had told me earlier.

"I'd like to give you a hug."

It was then that I realised… I'd thought that I'd hated everything in the world― but there was still one thing I loved dearly: Muu-chan. I'd regained one thing that I loved.

"…"

In the blink of an eye, the credits were already rolling. The original author's name was shown in the credits, so I supposed it must have originally been a manga. Following my curiosity, I found myself ordering the volumes online before I could think better. While I was madly typing away on my phone, Robo-Mama aimlessly peered at my screen.

"…Hey." "…" "Recently, you've been turning on the lights while you do chores, and you turn on the TV now, too." "…, …" "Are you… looking out for me?"

"This is just between you and me, but… I don't really hate you that much." "…" "Do you want me to try and get you a part that lets you talk? If there even are mouthpieces that can be installed onto older models…" "…"

At that point in time, it was natural that Robo-Mama couldn't talk. All she could do was blink her sensor eye. Besides, her barrel-like cylindrical model meant that she didn't even have a neck, but…

"…"

…But it really did seem like she was nodding in reply.

"Okay, got it." I thought, maybe I could ask someone at the robotics factory nearby.

"Maybe I could try making sweets, too."

Not only did I regain something I loved that day, I had also found new things to love. I started to think things like I could try this, or I could try that.

"Since this Reito guy seems cool and he's good with chocolate… let's try making chocolate desserts."

I was able to meet Reito, the character who I love above all others. I was able to find the ultimate hobby in baking sweets. And all of it is thanks to PatiBattle.

"…Every time I look at him, my chest feels fluttery… What could that mean…?"

…That was the sort of childhood I had.

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I was back in my room, decked to the nines with all of the nuis and merch that I could never put in my dorm room. As I closed my copy of Shounen Dive, I let myself sink into a million fantasies.

"It's still so good no matter how many times I read it… Even though I got spoiled by those annoying idiots, it didn't take away all the fun…! Besides, Reito and Minoru partnering up really is a genius move for the story! Even though Ouji will definitely get jealous…"

The freshly made fondant au chocolat resting on the table beside me was giving off a wonderful aroma. I had taste-tested some crumbs earlier, so naturally, I was quite pleased with the fact that I had made such exquisite sweets. Tomorrow, I'll give some to Muu-chan and his sister.[1] I couldn't wait to see their happy faces.

Just like that, my bad day from overhearing those spoilers had turned into a wonderful day, thanks to my daily sweets-making.

"I've got high hopes for all the fanfiction writers… May there be tons of fic about Reito gently consoling a depressed, jealous Ouji…"

Honestly, I prefer spicy food, and I don't like sweet foods that much at all. But I still want to keep baking sweets.

"Aah… I can't wait for Sanseiu-sensei's newest work…! I hate the crowds at conventions, but if I could meet them and shake their hand… or not. At the very least, I've got to give them sweets as a gift…"

Even despite everything, I want to be able to touch, too. I want to be able to hug someone else, and be hugged by them back… …But I can't do that.

"Now then, time to see what new posts there are today… Ugh, there's already ReiMino here? And… blocked."

Instead, I'll make the most delicious, satisfyingly sweet desserts so that one day, I can give them to the people I care about.

"What? They're rerunning that pair tapestry from last time!? And you can't even pre-order? It's like they want to see a fucking bloodbath out here!"

If they like my desserts, then it'll be like touching their hearts instead. Isn't that already the same as a hug?

"Crane game limited nuis… Alright, guess I'll have to just rescue each and every Reito from the grasp of those claws."

That's why I'll keep making the sweetest, most delicious chocolates.

A few hours later, I wrapped up the fondant au chocolat and stuck a sticky note on it with instructions: Just heat it up in the microwave when you want to eat it.

Now that my work was done, I decided to return for PatiBattle seconds, but just as I settled in, something flashed before my eyes.

"Huh? What?"

Right before my eyes…

[ PatiBattle! Hiatus Announcement ]

…A sentence straight from the depths of Hell.

"Huh…? Huh? Hah??"

The sound of every single cell in my body simultaneously being annihilated echoed in my ears.

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[1] Ushio specifies Muneuji and 姫 hime, which means 'princess'. Muneuji calls his little sister by this nickname, so it's very likely that Ushio is referring to her!

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[stevebattle]

Gronk by Keith Paul and John Hughes, Ontario, Canada (1978). "Robbie the robot, who weighed some 50 pounds and stood over 5 feet tall, caused the uneasy feeling that if it dropped a wheel off the edge of a walkway, it would topple over, crushing a small dog, child or Volkswagen. This led to the development of Gronk, the second robot, smaller and less threatening. … Physically short and squatty, about 40" high and 22" in diameter, is more robotish in the popular sense. … Practically speaking it resembles a large domed can of spray deodorant. Actually the outer skin is a 40 gallon (Imperial) hot water tank cover chopped down to 26". The machine is cylindrical, and weighs 50-60 pounds. The metal skin is covered with a felt material, which gives it a warmer appearance plus color. This skin is removable for gaining access to the drive motors and electronic controls. … At present Gronk has the following features: 1) Moves forward, reverse, left, right, counter clock-wise and clockwise about its vertical axis. 2) Flashing collar lights (marquee style). 3) Modulated voice light (color organ principle). 4) Smoking ears." – Robbie and Gronk, by Keith Paul, Interface Age, April 1978.

[merakiui]

alien azul who is just this cute, shapeless shadow creature with a mass of writhing tentacles and piercing blue eyes. <3

he’s kept and studied in idia’s lab. the styx researchers think he’s highly dangerous because of his ability to easily learn and mimic human behaviors and faces (also he can shapeshift), so idia (your husband) advises you to keep away from the area he’s been confined to. you’ve tried to sneak in out of curiosity, wondering what this “highly dangerous” creature looks like, but ortho’s stopped you each time, happily directing you elsewhere. you know you should probably just give up, especially since it’s impossible to outsmart ortho, but you can’t stop thinking about it. idia’s always so vague in his answers and ortho won’t give you any hints as to what the creature is either, intentionally evasive in hopes of curbing your curiosity. if anything, it makes you even more determined to see this creature for yourself.

miraculously you finally sneak inside without getting stopped by idia, ortho, or even one of the many styx robots. it’s dark inside the lab; you feel blindly around for a light switch, careful not to break or bump into anything. it’s the slight glow emitting from a cylindrical tank that catches your attention. a soft purple hue, nearly hypnotic in its illumination. with this new light source, you’re able to maneuver around the lab, led closer to the tank. it’s pitch-black inside. you stare long and hard into the glass, but all you find is your reflection. you’re about to give up, assuming they moved the creature, when bright blue eyes snap open. you’re nearly startled out of your skin, your heart in your throat.

and then, slowly, a tentacle creeps out from the darkness within the enclosure. it’s pressed against the glass next, right over where your hand is, and you watch in muted awe as a dozen suckers affix themselves to the glass.

unblinkingly, the alien within watches you watching him. so this is the pretty thing acting director idia shroud has mentioned to his colleagues in passing. he’s right; you are a pretty thing. a very pretty thing. :)

and you’re so kind to come and visit him.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Hey you know Snood? I've been thinking about Snood lately. It is fascinating, in a "weird old game series that I have never thought about very much" sort of way. It's not the first Matching Icons Puzzle Shooting game, since that was Puzzle Bobble, but it was ONE of the first, and replaces bubbles with some little freaks, so it is neat enough to me!

I started this post with the intention of reviewing every single Snood individually, but then I realized, I don't really care about the Snoods themselves at all! Sorry Snoods! I appreciate you being weird little guys, you're just not my kind of weird little guys.

But who's that weird little guy in the bottom right...?

Name: The Robot

Debut: Snood

Oh hell yeah! A The Robot? Now that's my kind of weird little guy! The Robot is NOT a Snood, but I think it is the most important character. The game is ABOUT the Snoods, but The Robot is the HERO. The Snoods are all trapped, and must be freed by matching three or more together! And who is loading up the cannon with snoods, allowing for this to happen at all? That's right! The Robot!

The Robot's design is very simple and very 90s shareware game. This thing has gradients like nobody's business, and they sure do make it look metallic and cylindrical, so that's good! Its "head" is a glass-looking dome, and most notable is probably its single arm, that it uses to transfer Snoods. However, it's kind of easy to view the claw as a pair of lips on the end of a stalk.

Like Sy Snootles, the best Star Wars character! Wait... Sy SNOODles? The implications are staggering! (I will not elaborate about what the implications could possibly be)

In Snood Plus, The Robot receives a bit of a redesign, which I don't like all that much. That's not colorful... where's the love, in the soul of this robot? I know it's in there somewhere. This one floats, which is cool and maybe more efficient, but it's just much more bland and generic, especially its claw arm, which no longer looks like ANY part of Sy Snootles. Next!

YES! YES! AWESOME! This is how The Robot appears in Snood Slide, a Match 3-style spinoff, and it is the best! I love this cartoony style, keeping the bright and eye-catching color of the original, while making it look more like a thing that exists, rather than just some shapes! There's a light bulb in its head, it wears SHOES, and it has TWO arms now! Is that canon? Has it always had two arms, and we only ever saw it from the side? Is Snood Slide canon to the greater Snood series? Well akshually, Snood HD, the version of Snood released in 2009, completely redesigned all the Snoods, and said that the original style was just a simulation. I bet the Snood loreheads were furious about that!

I'm sure you aren't wondering how The Robot factors into Snood Slide, considering there is not a Snood-O-Matic Cannon to be loaded. That's something only Snoodheads would worry about. But the answer is that The Robot will appear and move a line of Snoods if you use the hint feature! So kind of it.

Hey... The Robot is not in Snood HD, and that game decanonized the original Snood! Is The Robot even real? Is it a fictional character in the Snood universe too, and therefore fictional TWICE over? I don't know. Snood is a mess.

They released a game in 2022 where the icon looks like this. That's so quaint to me. Never change, Snood.