#DO YOU STORE THE MOTION LIKE A BATTERY?>??

[cosmereclysmic]

If emotional pain feels like physical pain could you replicate Odium-numbing-Moash levels of numbing with a Painrial? 🤔🤔🤔

[strang3lov3]

Spencer's

Summary: You and Joel visit Spencer's. You snag some toys, then steal some batteries from Joel for those toys. He's not pleased.

Warnings: DRAMATIC!Joel, implied age gap, Joel is jealous of certain inanimate objects, Joel is winnie-the-poohing it, overstimulation, masturbation (m/f), general filth, unprotected piv, creampie, brat-taming (if you squint), spanking, use of sex toys, joel is pro-participation trophy, joel reads Savage Love, soft!dom joel, dom!joel, mall rats!joel

A/N: thank you thank you thank you to @papipascalispunk for editing and proofreading this story. I am so thankful for her help and lucky to know her 🩷

W/C: 4.3k

It’s patrol again. You’re in that old mall with Joel. And he’s quiet today, like he has been the past couple weeks. No shitty comments or dumb jokes. Hardly any of his usual grumbling, just quiet and stoic. He’s wearing a green flannel, sleeves rolled up. Beard recently trimmed, his hair a little less unkempt than usual. And he seems nervous, antsy, bouncing his foot as you both sit on a bench, taking a short break. 

You could help him relax. 

“Victoria’s Secret is back that way. Kinda wanna try on some more lingerie,” you suggest, hoping he’ll take the bait you’re offering.  

“Pass,” Joel says, “You know I don’t like that place.”

“You could watch. We had fun last time we did that, didn’t we?” you reach for Joel’s arm and try to pull him from his seat and toward that dreaded underwear store. He doesn’t budge. 

“Joel?” you ask, confused by his reluctance.

“I don’t know about all that, hon. Thinkin’ we should go to that bookstore, find some more books for the library back home,” Joel points toward a nearby Barnes & Noble, “Yeah?”

You shrug, “Sure, after.”

“After what?”

“This,” you lean toward Joel and grip onto the collar of his flannel, pushing it back to expose more of his neck. Pressing your lips to his throat, nipping and kissing the skin as your hand trails down his torso, fumbling with his belt. 

You’re not wasting time. 

“Oh,” Joel breathes shakily, “That.”

“Yeah,” you say with a satisfied smirk, “That.”

You nudge his head to the side with your nose and try to push him back into the bench, pushing his flannel further over his clavicle to expose more of his neck, but he stays firm. He grabs the hand fumbling with his belt and pulls it away. “I don’t think so,” he says. You pull away immediately and Joel looks at you with sympathy, concern. 

“What’s wrong? What’d I do?” you ask, feeling insecure, self-conscious all of the sudden.

“You didn’t do anything,” Joel says. 

It’s been a while since you’ve been with him, he knows you’re probably antsy for more because he is too. But he’s feeling apprehensive. Each time you’ve fucked, it’s been quick and dirty. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. He’s not sure what exactly your history with other men is, but Joel fancies himself a gentleman and believes in the campsite rule. Believes that you deserve better than what he’s been giving you. Starting with, say, a bed. You’re exhausting, troublesome, and you’re like a tick the way you get under Joel’s skin, but you still deserve decency. 

Decency won’t stop him from fucking the living daylights out of you, though. He’ll just be a little more gentlemanly about it all, moving forward.  

Joel clears his throat, “You’re young, you know. And I–”.

“And you what?” your tone is snarky.

“Jesus Christ, motormouth,” Joel snaps, “Would you let me finish speaking before you start arguin’?”

You shrug but remain silent, motioning for him to continue. 

“I just think we should do things by the book from now on. Dinner, talking, that kinda stuff. You know, I just want things to be sort of…nice for you. I dunno the word exactly, just...nice, I guess.” You watch Joel blush as he struggles to spell it out.

“Do you mean romantic? Like a date?" Excitedly, you gasp, "Are you taking me to the Rainforest Cafe?”

Joel stares at you blankly before speaking. Rainforest Cafe is a no-go, you're guessing. “No. Not romantic. And not like a date. A date is for two people that actually like each other.” 

And just like that, the attitude is back. He just exudes charisma. 

You pout, “You don’t like me?”

“No, I don’t. I barely tolerate you. But, you know. I still wanna - want you - I want us to…I don’t know,” Joel groans. It’s entertaining, watching him try to spit it out. 

Awh. He barely tolerates you.

You smile, “I barely tolerate you, too.” But Joel won’t look at you, keeps his eyes focused ahead. Still nervous, he fidgets with his hands and continues bouncing his leg.

“Was thinkin’ tomorrow,” Joel mutters quietly, “Y’could come over. Could be…nice. Maybe. Probably not, ‘cause you’ll be there.”

“Yeah. Sounds nice. Maybe. Probably not. ‘Cause you’ll be there too,” you mock his low tone. 

Joel glares at you, “Seven. My place. Be on time.”

—

After your break, you explore the mall further. There’s a store called Spencer’s, which looks neat. Joel agrees, unaware of exactly the kind of store Spencer’s is, so you both go inside. There’s funny t-shirts, cool knick-knacks and tchotchkes. Joel is looking at various lava lamps as you make your way toward the back, and he follows you. 

Holy shit.

There’s all sorts of things on this back wall. Handcuffs, lingerie, lubricants, vibrators, dildos, costumes.

“Wow,” you say, “Looks like your kind of party, Joel.”

Joel rolls his eyes, annoyed, “Shut up.”

“This looks nice. Not romantic at all,” as you poke Joel with a vibrator. 

He flinches, “Get that shit offa’ me, freakazoid.”

“We could use it tomorrow. On our not-date,” you smirk.

“Don’t need it,” he huffs. 

“Wow. You seem confident about that,” you say. Joel shrugs, a look on his face you can’t quite read. “Whatever. Maybe I’ll take it for myself. You know, for alone time.”

His face falls immediately. Joel, prudish as he may seem, truly does not have an issue with masturbation. It’s natural, it’s human. But something about you doing it makes it a little… jealousy-inducing. The thought of you, one of those toys between your thighs, you making all sorts of pretty noises that he can’t hear; it’s just too much for him. “Yeah, knock yourself out,” he says sarcastically, “You’ll have a lot of fun with a battery-less vibrator.”

“You still have some, don’t you?”

Joel scoffs, “I do. But they’re mine, and I sure as shit ain’t sharin’ with you, ‘specially not for those things.” 

“Sharing is caring, you know.”

Joel rolls his eyes, “S’a bold assumption you’re making there. That I care about you.” 

Rude. 

You poke him with the vibrator again. “Quit that,” he grumbles, “Now stay here a minute. Gonna take a leak, I’ll be right back.” He drops his bag and heads for a private area nearby. You stare at his bag on the floor and wonder if he’s fucking with you, because he never goes anywhere without his bag. Better to be safe than sorry is what he always says. And you know he keeps batteries in that bag. 

Ah, fuck it. He won’t know. 

There’s a sign that says “buy two toys, get one free”, and you’re not one to pass up a good deal, even if that deal means nothing now being twenty-or-so years into a fungus apocalypse. So you stuff three toys in your bag, along with one of the lava lamps Joel was checking out. You rifle through Joel’s belongings and pull out a handful of batteries, then stuff those into your bag too. Six should do it, hopefully. After twenty years, a lot of them are duds. You’ll try the toys out tonight, then sneakily put the batteries back in Joel’s pack tomorrow night on your not-date. And Joel will be none the wiser. 

—-

Joel is livid. 

Someone called off patrol today, so he was volunteered by Tommy to fill in. He’d still be back in time for your not-date, and although the change in his plans was not ideal, it’s not what set him off today. No, that was all you. 

His radio had died toward the end of his shift. No big deal, he thought. He reached into his pack and fumbled through his belongings to find his spare batteries. Only, they weren’t in his bag. So he searched a little longer before he realized he actually knew exactly where those precious batteries would be. No doubt inside you at the moment. 

Was he in danger without a working radio? Could’ve been, but no, not really. Will he never find batteries again? Yes, he will. Joel’s crafty and good at scouting supplies like that, even when supplies are sparse. What did pissed him off, however, is the fact he knows you consciously went behind his back to steal his batteries for those toys. You’ve probably spent all last night and all day today fucking yourself silly, couldn’t have waited just one more day. He feels a little insulted, topping off the jealousy already simmering.

Joel comes back to Jackson around five in the evening. He should be showering, cooking, setting the table, and tidying his house. But instead, he makes a beeline for your place. 

He doesn’t bother knocking on your door. He knows you keep it unlocked, something he constantly advises you against. He closes your door, and hears your long and pretty moans coming from upstairs. He’s not sure what’s coming over him or why he cares so much. He prides himself on being level-headed, rational. But all of that’s out the door when he hears your moans, moans that he believes should have been all for him and him alone. 

At least he gets to catch you in the act. 

Joel tiptoes up your steps, fighting his urge to stomp angrily. Your bedroom door is wide open, lights dim. There’s a lava lamp bubbling next to you on your nightstand. You’re laid out on the bed, legs spread, one toy between your thighs and two others lay next to you. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you moan Joel’s name. It’s a nice touch. Maybe he’ll go easy on you. 

Probably not. 

He stands in your doorway and clears his throat, “Enjoyin’ yourself?” 

“Joel!” you yelp and your eyes fly open. Joel moves to stand next to your bed, his gaze dark and intense, his mouth forming an unamused frown. 

“You think you’re slick, don’t you?”

Your words are caught in your throat. Ohh, you are so busted.

“How many’d you steal from me?”

The vibrating dildo you were fucking yourself with is still humming loudly, and in the otherwise silence of your room, it’s deafening. You fumble to try to turn it off. 

“Oh, no. Don’t let me interrupt your date. That’d be awful rude of me.” 

Too shocked to make any moves, you freeze, dildo still humming away inside you. And as anxious as you feel, you’re equally excited. You’ve picked up on Joel’s jealous side, and you’d be lying if you said some part of you wasn’t trying to rile him up. 

“I just, mmmm,” you moan, “Just missed you a lot. Couldn’t wait for tonight.”

“S’that right?”

“Yes, Joel.”

“You missed me so much you decided to deliberately go through my bag and steal my batteries?”, he spits, sarcasm lacing his words, “Yeah hon, sure looks like you missed me, fuckin’ yourself on that plastic cock.”

“Silicone,” you correct, though now definitely isn’t the time to bother with semantics. Joel notices you rocking your hips ever so slightly, chasing your orgasm as subtly as you can. You’re right, right fucking there. He can see it on you, you’ve got that look about you. Your breathing is shaky and your body trembles. 

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve,” Joel hovers over you, one hand next to you on the bed and his other reaching for your toy. 

“Please,” you beg. 

“Think you’ve made yourself come enough, impatient goddamn brat,” he mumbles as he pulls the toy away from your center, tossing it aside. You groan and whine in frustration. Just three more seconds, you would have been there. 

Fucking Joel.

“I’m at a loss on what to do here, sweetheart,” Joel says as he kicks off his shoes before sitting on your bed, his back against the headboard, “Can’t fuckin’ take those batteries back on account of they’ve all been inside ya.”

“Joel, I did not fuck myself with your batteries. That’s…not how that works.”

“Shut up, wiseass.”

“Joel, I was gonna give them back, I swear. I just wanted–”.

Joel cuts you off, not caring to hear the rest of your explanation, “All half used and out of juice? How generous. Lucky me,” he muses, annoyed.

“Joel–”.

“Don’t think you fuckin’ get it,” he snaps, “Y’got no fuckin’ self control. You’re lyin’ to me, stealin’ from me, sneakin’ around. And it breaks my heart, ‘cause I was startin’ to look forward to our date.”

“Date?” you ask in confusion. Joel’s cheeks turn rosy as he refuses to acknowledge his slip up. The not-date turned actual-date. “Joel.”

“Need to get through to you somehow,” he ignores you, still too upset,  “Got a couple different ideas in mind. I guess we’ll have to see which one sticks.”

He pulls you up and over his lap, your head laying on the crumpled sheets. He presses a hand firmly on your neck, holding you in place as he gently runs his other hand over the swell of your ass. 

You know what’s coming. And it’s been a long time coming, at that. You've noticed the way Joel looks at you, his angry stare and how he chews on his inner cheek. How his hands ball into fists, like he’s fighting the urge to strangle you. Wrap his hands around your neck and just fucking squeeze. 

Crack. 

The sting of his hand striking your ass is as delicious as it is painful. He smacks you again, harder. And it’s just as incredible. That sharp bite, how it sends arousal gushing from your core. You can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth. 

Joel pulls you off his lap abruptly, onto your knees between his thighs, and faces you towards him. He wears a puzzled expression, like somehow he wasn’t aware that spanking is more of a reward than it is a punishment, at least to you. “Ya weren’t s’posed to enjoy that so much.”

“Joel–”.

“Yeah, we’re not doing that. Fuckin’ weirdo,” he interrupts, shaking his head a little. Joel thinks for a moment, staring at you as he contemplates his next move. His eyes flicker to yours, and you can practically watch the gears in his head begin to turn. “I think,” he lifts his hips to pull both his jeans and boxers down his thighs, and his cock springs free. It’s the first time you’ve really gotten to see it. Long and thick, prominent vein, blushed tip a bit wider than his shaft. Curly dark hair surrounding the base. It’s artwork. “Think we’ll try Plan B,” he says firmly as he reaches forward, wrapping one hand around himself to stroke his member, thumb swiping across the tip. 

It should be your hand. And he’s well aware of this, but he’s giving you a taste of your own medicine before moving on to the main event. You extend your arm in front of you, but Joel doesn’t allow it.  “Ah ah,” he tuts, slapping your hand away, “You can go play with one of your rubber cocks. Since you love ‘em so goddamn much.” His words are biting, acrimonious.

He’s throwing you off. Joel, who says he couldn’t give a “fiddler’s flying fuck” about you, is upset that your pleasure wasn’t brought on by his hands today. Joel, who barely tolerates you. “Joel, please, I want you. I’m sorry,” you cry, “I need you, Joel, been missing you so much. Please, Joel. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Layin’ it on pretty fuckin’ thick, sweetheart.” 

You cry in frustration, “Joel, I’m sor-”.

“Cut that shit out. You ain’t sorry. You’re sorry you got caught, ‘cause now you’re in trouble,” Joel keeps stroking himself, taunting you, “This is on you.”

Joel thinks back to when he was a teenager, when his father caught him with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, how his father’s punishment was to make him smoke the whole pack, and how before he was even halfway through the pack the nicotine had made him sick to his stomach. 

Same idea.

Still stroking himself, Joel grabs one of the vibrators sitting next to you. It’s a wand type, light pink in color. He holds down a button and it buzzes to life, “C’mere. Between my legs. Do it now,” his voice is stern, authoritarian. You assume the position. Joel parts your legs wider, pulling your knees back before guiding your hands to hold the backs of your knees, keeping you open nice and wide for him. “You stay like this. Don’t move.” His flannel feels soft and warm on your skin. You feel his hot breath on your neck, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. Wordlessly, he brings the vibrator to your core. He drags it over your lips, through your folds, coating it with your arousal. 

Joel circles your clit with the toy now, and your hips to follow the sensation. The way you’re sighing, moaning, grinding with his movements, Joel can tell you haven’t picked up what he’s putting down yet. 

Poor thing. Fucked herself stupid on all these plastic cocks. 

“Yeah, Joel, like that. Fuck, feels good,” you breathe, “Right there. S’good.”

Joel’s silence is disconcerting. There’s no dirty talk, no snide remarks like usual. But you’re too worked up to worry about why. Within seconds, you’re coming. Sweet, breathy moans and whines falling from your lips as you ride out your high. 

Joel presses the button on the vibrator, taking it up a notch. The buzz is louder, the feeling intense, nearing on too much. Finally, he speaks, “I really do hope your thievery was worth it, sweetheart,” he whispers in a low, raspy voice behind the shell of your ear, “Now tell me, exactly how many batteries am I short?” 

It’s getting uncomfortable now. You wrap your fingers around Joel’s wrist and try to pull him away from your core but he doesn't budge, “What? Joel, let up.”

“What’d I say? Hands on your thighs. Y’don’t move,” he barks. You do as you’re told, and he hums in satisfaction, “Now answer my question.” 

“I don’t know, six? I–oh, fuck. I was gonna give them back. Please, Joel, I can’t– ”

Joel scoffs, “Six? You stole six batteries. What, were you stashing them for winter? Squirrelier than I thought.”

“No, just…you know how sometimes, they-they-they, and they’re old, so–Joel, m’serious–”, you whine, almost pleading for mercy from the overstimulation he’s causing.

Joel pulls the vibrating wand from your core, and you exhale in relief, resting your head back on his shoulder. He’s showing you mercy. Or so it seems. 

But the sound of the vibrator clicking on is back in an instant. Slightly different pitch this time. You pull your head off his shoulder and watch in shock as he guides it to your pussy, notching the longer end inside. He doesn’t bother going slow as he parts your insides with the toy. You worked yourself up plenty.

“Whatever. Damage is done. So here’s the deal,” Joel starts, “You’re gonna come for me six times, one for each of the six batteries you stole from me. You’re gonna keep count, too. Got one down, right?” but you’re a mess of whimpers and whines, which is the wrong answer, “Or are we doin’ more?”

“One, one, we’re at one. Oh, god. Joel, please. Please.”

“Y’don’t even know what you’re beggin’ for,” Joel mumbles. His hand crosses over both his and your bodies to hold your jaw firmly, keeping your sight set on the picture between your thighs. The toy sliding in and out of you, wet and sticky with your juices. The shorter end sliding over your clit. He’s hitting your g-spot with precision, each thrust sending you closer to the edge. Within seconds, you’re seeing stars as Joel fucks you through it. 

“Count,” he demands. “T-two,” you moan, but Joel doesn’t relent. A third washes over you just as quickly as the previous one. “Three, s’too much Joel, please,” you beg.

“Quit whinin’,” he mocks, “I’m goin’ easy on ya, considering the fuckin’ stunt you pulled. You wanna make it more?”

“No, please. M’so tired.”

“Quit your whinin’. S’a punishment. Ain’t supposed to feel good,” he growls, “You’re gonna give me my batteries’ worth out of these little fuck toys. Make you come until you can’t fuckin’ walk.” You’re still holding your knees back as Joel fucks you through your third orgasm. The hand that was holding your jaw is now traveling lower, groping your breasts and teasing your nipples. Hot, salty tears of overstimulation and exhaustion roll down your cheeks. You’re shaking, trembling, and he knows it’s all too much. He wonders how many times you came before he showed up. So Joel decides to show a bit of mercy, feeling that pulling three orgasms from you is sufficient enough. For now.

He pulls the toy from your pussy and tosses it on your nightstand. He gives you a moment to breathe, to let your legs down. He rubs deep and firm circles into your sore, aching hips before lifting your limp, pliant body up to straddle his lap and face him. His eyes are soft and sincere, his quiet way of telling you he’s still here. And when this is all done, he’s gonna take care of you.

He’s still gonna fuck the living daylights out of you, though.

“You’re doin’ so good,” he tells you, “Almost there.” You nod and Joel lifts your hips, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance and pulling your aching pussy down onto his cock with a soft groan, slower than he did with the toy. He knows you’re sore. 

He fucks you deep and hard, just how you like. You fall forward, resting your forehead on the thick line of muscle between his neck and shoulder. Whimpering his name into his hot skin, moaning somewhere between agony and ecstasy, “I-Joel, I'm serious. It’s t-too much, please.”

“I know it is,” he whispers as he bounces you on his cock, chasing his own release, hanging by a thread with the way you’re squeezing around him. You think Joel is feeling sympathetic maybe, as he decides to offer a compromise. “I’ll make–oh, fuck,” he gasps, “Make ya a deal.” You mumble incoherently against him, and Joel sits you upright, his cock stiff and filling deep inside you. 

“Right here. Look at me,” he breathes out, gently gripping your jaw to tilt your face up. You look at him with burning, tear stained eyes. He can see the exhaustion on your face. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he coos, “How many left you owe me?”

“Three,” you answer, breathlessly.

“Mhm,” he mumbles, rolling his hips slowly, “I know you’re tired, honey. Probably pretty sore. S’that right?”

“Yes, Joel.”

“Christ, poor thing. What a mess you got yourself into. I know you didn’t mean to, hmm?” You nod in agreement quietly as he fucks you a little more gently, offering you a slight break. “Just curious, wanted to have some fun, huh? I know how ya are,” his tone is soft and kind, but still teasing. 

You smile with a slight shrug. 

“Tell me you’re sorry for stealing, and you only have to give me one more tonight. Just gotta apologize, real nice f’me.”

“Mmm,” is all you can muster. You’re so spent, muddled and incoherent noises seem to be the only sounds your voice can make. 

“Words, c’mon now, baby. ‘I’m sorry, Joel’,” he instructs you.

“I’m sorry, Joel,” you repeat, “For taking your batteries.”

“There ya go, sweetheart. That's it. Good girl,” he praises.

You sigh and collapse on his chest once more as Joel snakes a hand between your bodies. He finds your clit, his fingers warm and soft. With your face against his body, you bite down on his shoulder as his fingers begin rubbing slow, precise circles over your aching clit. No toy in the world could compare to the way his touch makes you feel. 

Just one more. 

He starts to fuck you deeper again, his free hand sliding up your up to grip around the base of your neck as he thrusts up into you, bouncing you on his cock. You’re liquid in his hands as he continues to steadily work your clit. That all too familiar pooling heat in your core is building back up for the last time, this one far more intense than the previous three orgasms he’s pulled from you. It crashes over you in waves, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Joel feels your body tremble and shake, your fluttering walls choking his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him as he spills inside of you, filling you up with loads of his hot seed. 

God, how you missed that. Missed him.

It could have been minutes, maybe hours that you stayed seated on his cock like that, just breathing with Joel. He runs his fingers up and down your spine, strokes your hair.

Finally, you sit up and extricate your body from his to remove the batteries from the toys. “Here,” you hand them to him.

Joel wears kind of an affected scowl on his face as he takes them from you. “Batteries feel light.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Joel smiles softly, his eyes glimmering as he hands them back to you, “Keep ‘em. Got a stash at home anyhow. Now get dressed.” 

“Why?”

“Jesus, sweetheart. Y’got the memory of a goldfish. Cause we’re havin’ dinner, that’s why.” 

You bite your lip and smile mischievously, “Because it’s a date.”

“No. S’not a date, wiseass. You’re a lady and you deserve…hey-”, Joel stops himself, noticing the bubbling lava lamp next to you, green with blue bubbles, like the one he was eyeing back in Spencer’s, “S’a cool lava lamp. I always wanted one.”

“I know,” you smile shyly, “Picked it out for you. Just wanted to make sure it worked first.”

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[devoutekuna]

Playing with their child

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

"Your so stupid!" Shouting at the little girl. "No, you are" retailing at the man, he pair of them were trying to roast marshmallows on the campfire they recently created, though it wasn't going as well as she wanted, normally you'd never let her near an open flame especially despite her father being able to make flames. "Shut up, you take after your mother" refusing to acknowledge that his daughter wasn't the brightest. "Leave mummy alone!" Threatening him with the burnt marshmallow. "Do it then!" He knew she wouldn't do it, she valued her life too much despite knowing that he'd never kill his only offspring.

Nanami-

"That'll be £30" sat, scanning the fake barcode on the bowl of soup. "But I made it, so why can't I get it for free?" Normally he'd never create a fuss with her absurd prices but recently he wasn't having it, she started to charge him the average of £20 for a bag of chips, and most of the time they were half eaten. "No, I made it" taking the bowl out of his hands. "You only added the spoon!" He had to teach her about real life and how stupid this was. "Do you want the food or not!?" Grabbing the spoon as she stored it around as if she was going to eat it. Sighing in defeat, he was hungry and tired from work so he just wanted to eat something. "Here" handing her a £30. "That'll be an extra £10 because of the shouting fee"

Geto-

You couldn't understand why his daughter was so obsessed with tea, maybe because he drank it most days but that still wasn't enough. "Here you go" pouring him a glass of 'tea' it looked a little clear to be the tea he liked, and it was proven as he took a sip. "This isn't tea baby" shaking her head in response as she picked up her own cup. "No, it is tea" unable to hide her smile as she drank the real tea, she had switched the cups so that she got the special drink whilst he only got the water. "But it's okay because you can have a biscuit" handing him the last biscuit on the table. "But I want the tea?" Cocking his head to the side. "It for me" smiling at him as she gulped it down.

Gojo-

"Ow" looking down at the battery powered vehicle which kept ramming into his ankle. "Beep beep!" Honking the horn at him, he didn't understand why his son couldn't just drive around him, they were in the open. "Go around" "NO! Your blocking my road" noticing the small toys aligned up in the shape of a racecourse. "What road!?" "This road!" Running over the man's foot "Ow!" They argued like siblings rather than father and son, kicking over the boy's car with a reflex. "MUMMY!"

Toji-

"Give me the money" motioning for her to put it in his hand. "No, you owe me 25!" Crossing her arms as she laid down, she wasn't willing to give up the £5 she got from the bank, it was stupid really as she was just being petty. "That was last week!" The three of you were currently playing monopoly, it never ended well so you didn't understand why you kept doing it, they always argued about the money which normally lasted around 5 minutes. "You owe me 25!" Screaming at the poor man, literally. "I'll pay you back when you give me the money!" That's what he always said you weren't surprised he was in debt before you two got married.

[eightyonekilograms]

I went to the Apple Store yesterday to try the scripted demo of their VR headset. My overall impression is that it's the best possible execution of what might be a fundamentally flawed idea.

The passthrough video is pretty incredible. It's somewhat dimmer than reality, and the color accuracy is just OK, but it's more than good enough to feel like you're looking through clear displays at the real world. I'm told the passthrough on the Quest 3 is even better, but haven't tried that and can't comment. One thing is that there is a weird motion blur effect when you turn your head, I'm not sure if that's a display tech limitation or introduced deliberately by the software as a workaround for a different display tech limitation.

The resolution is 4K per eye, which, as mentioned, is more than enough for a powerful sense of presence in the real world. One of the nifty bits of the demo was when you turn the dial to tune out the world and suddenly you're sitting by a mountain lake, and the feeling of actually being there is overwhelming. The dystopian implications of needing a VR headset to sit at a mountain lake aside, it would be cool to have one just to have your office be anywhere you can imagine. Not $3500-before-tax cool, but cool.

Wow sports leagues are going to love this thing. I don't give a shit about sports and even I was thinking, "If the NBA put a stereoscopic camera courtside and sold you games for $50 a pop, I'd absolutely buy that"

But 4K per eye is not enough to do work, not even close. The experience of using normal computer-y applications on this was not unlike plugging your laptop in to a TV that's at the normal TV distance. You can do it, it works, but it's not anyone's preferred way of working. Text is amazingly legible, but only at sizes that are equivalent to having a single webpage take up your entire 4K monitor at normal monitor distance.

It is not particularly comfortable. Part of this might be that the store demo makes you use the "catcher's mitt" strap, which only goes around the back of your head and so gravity has to be countered only by the pressure of the thing against your face. Reviewers have said that if you use the other band that goes over your head the situation is better, but still.

A lot of early comments were making fun of Apple for having the battery be an external thing you put in your pocket and attach with a wire, but I think that's just fine: we all walk around with giant batteries in our pockets anyway, and anything you can do to have less weight on your head is a Good Thing. But then Apple took all those weight savings and spent them on making the stupid thing out of metal and glass instead of polycarbonate. It's nuts! It's like if you made a car that was 500kg lighter because you invented magical tech for keeping the engine somewhere else, and then went "great! with all the weight savings now we can build the body out of lead". Apple, you don't need to fear plastic. Plastic is good! Plastic built modern civilization.

You control it with a combination of eye tracking and pinch gestures. This is the main piece of evidence of my "best version of a bad idea" thesis: it works really, really well; so well that I can tell this is probably an evolutionary dead end. It's just fine— miraculous, even— for dragging windows around and doing the basic stuff the in-store demo has you do. It's amazing that you can more or less have your hands anywhere, including on your lap, and the recognition works perfectly (by contrast with the HoloLens I tried 5 or so years ago where the gesture recognition was total crap). But it's immediately obvious that you can never do serious manipulation of your computing environment with this.

The takeaway is that it's incredible for passive consumption of specifically-made media, assuming that ever exists at scale. But it will be a long time before we're gogged in like Hiro Protagonist to do our office jobs this way.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Just like that, baby ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader | AU, Dabi works as a body piercer, probably inaccurate description of getting pierced | nsfw, smut, p**n with some plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: daddy kink, spit fixation (?), fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation, squirting, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

[ artwork is by @COooGA_ & here's the link to the piece. Please be aware that their content is very dark, do not send them any hate - viewer discretion is advised ]

"Are you shitting me?" Tomura's lips split into a Cheshire smile - his dry lips looking painful enough that it almost made Dabi feel pity. Almost. "You know I never play when it comes to making your life miserable, baby," the pale-haired man sang, cackling as Dabi reached over to swipe the iPad out of his hands. "You're a fuckin' asshole, I got plans tonight!" Dabi's seething made Tomura roll his eyes, turning the screen towards himself as he leans his hip on the counter. "You think I don't know that you're just gonna get your dick wet? The Boy Toy Club again? Really?" those deep magenta-coloured eyes nearly turn into nothing but a speck of red on white as Tomura continues his cackling. Sighing, he runs his hands down his face while he settles on the couch of their parlour's waiting room. Dabi picks at his ripped jeans, inked hands adorned with silver rings curl into fists as his jaw clenches, but Dabi groans as he tosses his head back. "How?" his curt tone makes Tomura damn near giggle. "Toga, she said you dropped the club's condom while taking out your phone." Of course that little fart-face told on him. Dabi couldn't even find himself to be pissed as he runs his hair through his hair, worsening its dishevelled state. "At least I'm not some loser who games his weekends away playing some virgin ass video game and has e-sex -" "Hello?" Both of their heads turn to the door where Dabi's customer stood. You shifted your weight around as they blinked owlishly at the sight of you. "Hey," Dabi gruffs out which earns a cocked brow from yourself. "The fu - I thought I told Spinner to replace the batteries to the sensor" Tomura mutters though he abandons the thought as he comes out of the U-shaped glass counters and motions for Dabi to get off his ass with a glare. You were beginning to doubt your friend's recommendation of this place. They'd been raving and praising the place, as if the Greek Gods had come down themselves to tattoo and pierce mere mortals. The sight before you was anything but...the two men before you were openly sneering at each other as the dark-haired one snatches the iPad from his coworker's hands. "I made an appointment at 9 PM and your Instagram says you're opened until 10 PM...?" The door closes behind you and the cool AC makes you shrug your jacket over your shoulders. The interior of the store was simplistic and with the smell of paint still lingering you figured they must've just upgraded it. The floors were glossy concrete covered with distressed Persian rugs. Like the glass counter, the coffee tables were also glass (the overhead lights exposing every little fingerprint) and framed with steel. It was all cold-looking. Although, the splashes of tattoo designs on the walls along with the Majesty Palm in the corners of the red-bricked walls warm up the space just enough for it to feel inviting. The neon sign above the low couch - where Dabi just lifted himself off - read "Villains Hideout" which bathed the waiting area in the ever-shifting colours of white, blues, purples and pinks. It bathes the moody man in those colours as well. If it weren't for the scowl on his face or the way his jaw clenches you could have admired his tatted-up skin, the way his ruffled-up inky black hair softened his edginess up along with how nice his silver piercings shone and decorated him.

Hah, who were you kidding? The way he clicks his tongue makes heat travel to your groin. Your friends had always shaken their heads at your taste in men. You always liked the ones that looked like they hated everyone in the world though you'd sigh a wistful "except me" that just makes all your friends give concerned glances to each other. So, you drink up his exposed arms and the teasing glimpses of his torso from the opening of the sleeveless, oversized, tee he was wearing. There was some rock band's logo at the front and you tried to see what it was - that was your defence when Dabi had suddenly called out your name...for the third time. "Huh?" Tomura wasn't in the room and your ears warmed as Dabi stared at you expectantly.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), that's your name, right?" You nod frantically. He briefly eyes you but gestures to the curtain door with his chin. "The last room down the hall, Tomura's setting it up. He's the ass - the guy with the blue hair" he scrolls down the screen and then huffs in amusement. Your eyes meet. Wow, you thought, his eyes are super blue. "A tongue piercing?" his smirk makes you wonder if he's just as mean in bed as his demeanour is. The lopsided grin on your face makes him take in how you were just his type. "Why? That's too hard for you?" an upside-down grin crawls on his face as he exhales through his nose. "Go, I'll be there in a minute", it seemed as though there was something else he'd like to add at the end of that sentence. A purr of a nickname maybe. But Tomura was still in the store and Dabi, although a crude and usually impatient man, felt himself squirming in anticipation as you walked past him. Since your jacket was now snuggly around your shoulders, the cropped length gave Dabi a peek at the expanse of your back. The condoms in his back pocket seemingly warmed up as Dabi chuckled from where he stood, just as eager as he was. Guess he was getting his dick wet after all.

Tomura greets you as he's wiping down the leather seats of the black chair. You return it with a smile, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you take a quick look inside the room. "Small room" your remark makes Tomura snort, shaking his head. "It's Dabi's unofficial spot" "Dabi? That's the guy's name?" Tomura nods, electing to not tell a complete stranger - and customer - that it was his chosen name. Or tell him that Dabi was related to a VERY rich man that he estranged from for reasons unknown (despite their years-long friendship). "He's a little rough around the edges" It almost sounds like a warning to your brain. It must be considering the glance Tomura gives - as if checking your expressions closely. "But he's good at what he does and we're sorta short staffed at night" Toga and Spinner were still apprentices. He couldn't make 'em stay all night here. (Tomura could but he'd rather die than admit he has a soft spot for those weirdos). You wave away his concerns, reassuring him you don't mind. Tomura focuses on wiping the seat down but his eyes linger on the flesh of your hips that were exposed from the backless body suit you were wearing. Paired with a pair of black pants and cropped faux fur lined jacket with a pair of boots - you looked like you weren't heading home after this. He prods. "Tongue piercing's are pretty straightforward, healing is a bit of an ass though" you laugh softly, nodding. "I heard, can't eat much for a week or so, right?" "Yeah, when I got mine I also couldn't stop fuckin' drooling" You laugh with your eyes squinted in amusement. He wants to ask about your plans after, to tell you that despite alcohol being a disinfectant it wasn't a wise choice to be downing shots at a club with a fresh tongue piercing. But he hears your breath hitch and the smell of smoky cologne enters the room. Dabi stands behind you, grinning as he places one hand on the top of the doorway making you feel smaller than him. "Jesus, Tomura, how long does it take ya' to sanitize the room" The man gives him the finger and you glance at Dabi's long legs as he walks in. "I'm only doing this because of you, you ungrateful donkey" The insult catches you off-guard. You hide your chuckles by pretending to cough, clearing your throat after. Eventually, Tomura leaves. He tells Dabi something about closing the store up properly and after a few more insults between them his footsteps fade away to the staff room, then out the hallway and finally out the entrance. By the time that happens, you're already seated and your jacket draped over an empty chair. Dabi's putting on gloves, the expanse of his shoulder and back makes your hungry eyes drink him in. The mirror in front of him makes it easier for you to see his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But it makes it harder for you to avert your eyes when his electrifyingly blue ones meet you in the reflection. "You look good" You rub at your elbows, smiling coyly as you murmur thanks. He turns, instruments laid out on some sort of cart that he simply pushes with a gentle push of his boots. Then he settles on the round chair and inches closer. Even while seated he seems to tower over you. "Headin' out?" "Nah, just met up with a friend" Dabi's eyes zero in on your collarbones. Your top was one with a halter neck showing off that beautiful saccharine canvas of (S/C) that was littered in red, pink, and purple. "Just a friend?" His tone is playful and your fingers ache from not being able to caress up those toned arms sitting mere inches from you. "...With a few benefits"

Dabi feels himself getting excited. He hands you a paper cup full of mouthwash. "Rinse for 10 seconds then just spit it back in the cup" You do as you're asked and as you begin sloshing around the bright blue liquid your thoughts wonder if those gloves would feel good as they grip your thighs. He's faced away again as he's prepping to mark your tongue. He's pretty sure he should feel ashamed for finding the way your spit connects from the rim of the cup to your lips hot but Dabi has long abandoned shame. "Sloppy little boy, aren't ya?" He watches your face to see any signs of discomfort, ready to back off if you so much as gave him a confused expression. He feels his semi-hard boner twitching as you wet your lips and give him a boyish grin, handing the cup back. "Nobody's ever complained before, they like it sloppy". "Stick your tongue out," You open your mouth, wet muscle glistening under the lights as it covers your lower lip. He dries it with a tissue, smirking as your tongue twitches at the light pressure. "Just like that, baby"

Oh fuck, your thighs are pressing together and you've no control over it. He's got your tongue in his hold, leaning over you as he attempts to find the right placement. You see him furrow his brows again, sharp planes of his face making you gulp. Closer, a feverish voice pleads in your head, get him closer. Dabi eyes your hand as it places itself on his knee. "Nervous?" You shake your head and he quirks a brow as you tug at the hole in his jeans. You motion to your lap, patting it like he was some sort of call girl. He's beginning to like you more and more. The seat creaks with your combined weight but Dabi's on your lap and he's humming as your fingers slide up the back of his thighs and his hips. His crotch is bumping against yours and your eyes goddamn flutter at the very obvious tent. You feel cool metal and Dabi won't admit it but it is easier to do his job from this angle. He adjusts himself on your lap and you reach up his shirt, he pays it no mind and the taste of bland ink blooms on your tongue making you whine in a displeased manner. "Oh can it, you brat" Dabi chuckles, "I know you want something else but bear with it". He lifts your tongue with the clamp, nodding to himself as he ensures he isn't going to pierce through any nerves. He tells you to breathe through it, not to hold your breath and you can see him moving around a bit to grab the needle. The point of the needle makes a tremor go through your hands and Dabi moves his hips making you grip him tighter. He sure knows how to distract someone - "Big breath in" There's pressure, slight but there, "Big breath out". The needle goes through with nothing but a twinge in your brows and a near-bruising grip on his hips. As you peek your eyes up at Dabi through your lashes, he stares right back with a grin full of teeth and eyes glowing in pride. "Good boy, lift your chin up" You can feel drool slip past your lips and down the cork under your tongue. Dabi brings the piercing into view and you flutter your eyes close but he's suddenly tapping your cheek with the back of his hands. "Eyes on me, pretty thing".

He would've wrapped up the process anyways (duh, you're a paying customer) but you were so obedient just following his commands like some sort of lost puppy he felt his hands getting clammy. God, he was going to enjoy wrecking you. He slides the barbell through and fixes it into place. "S'fuckin' pretty" he lets your tongue hang out as he suddenly pulls away from your lap. He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, tossing his gloves away as he pulls out a can of Asahi beer. You're perplexed but the growing wetness on your underwear makes you content in watching him. He takes a mouthful, places the can down, wears new gloves and settles on your lap again. He's tilting your head, moving you like you're some sort of doll. He leans in and though you're convinced you're the horniest you've ever been in your whole life you hope he isn't going to make out with you. He doesn't, much to your confused-disappointment. Instead, he leans in close enough for your lips to touch only to pour the beer right on your tongue and down your throat. It's a steady flow, it stings like hell but the grip on your chin makes you immobile. So you gulp it down, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you attempt to swallow everything he's giving to you. He's watching every minute detail. The glow of determination in your eyes, the flush cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your temple, the way beer and spit dribble down your chin. He finishes and Dabi leans into your ear. He envies whoever had pierced the beautifully shaped lobes and cartilages, a part of him wanting to mark you with more of his works instead. His teeth on your lobe earn him a squeeze on his ass, and his large hand slithers down to wrap around your throat. "Can't kiss ya' on the lips but I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather I kiss, hm?" You nod much to his chagrin. Dabi does a quick once-over on your tongue as he guides it back between your lips but when he makes a move to get his gloves off you whine. Can't really speak much now, your tongue's still tingly and you know it's going to swell soon enough. But as Ursula mentioned, don't underestimate the power of body language (and a few whiny moans). "You want these on?" You nod. "You got a fetish for PVC?" He sounds like he's mocking you so you glare as you wipe the wetness from your chin. He's off you again, laughing at your pout that disappears when your ankles are grabbed and you're sliding down until your legs are hanging off the seat and he's over you. He unbuckles his belt one-fucking-handed. Your cunts practically weeping a waterfall for him. "Show me what I wanna see, baby" he watches your fingers deftly unzip your pants, the adorable shimmy of your hips as you squeeze out of them (he assists but only after snickering like an asshole), then you unzip your bodysuit very appropriate crotch access and finally he sees his prize. "Fuck" your hips cant away as he palms your crotch "You're fucking dripping". The casual way he pushes your underwear to the side makes your heart double in speed, he's staring at your cunt like a starved man. He dips past your folds, sliding up until he reaches your little dick. "Your ‘friend’ must've done a shit job" he said "Your dick's still ready to go" he strokes it, pushing the hood down with those slicked-up gloves and it has you gasping as you arch into his touch. "Your friend should've known better than let a slut like you leave without being thoroughly satisfied or else ya' gonna end up like this, being used like a common whore"

He slips you out of your pants and removes his top. God, he is tatted up. You let your eyes take in as much detail as you can. His hands were inked with all sorts of designs - you figured he started there from how old a few designs looked. But the ones on his neck are deliciously crisp and it was an intricate piece that went all the way down his chest. You wonder what his back looks like. There were swirls of Japanese clouds motif on his shoulder - a sneak peek of the intricate traditional tattoo on his back of red, black and white dragons breathing out blue flames. He snaps you back into reality as he spreads your legs open. "Don't even need to lube you up" he slips two of his slender fingers in and you turn your head to the side, cheek squishing against the leather. His thumb's pressing circles on your dick as he curls and scissors them inside you.

"Holy shit" he guffaws "You got wetter!" He catches your leg before it lands on his chest, brushing it to the side as he curls his fingers again and your choked moan is all he needs to know he's hit that sweet spot. Dabi slips another finger, your used hole takes it with ease as it eagerly clenches around him. "You're practically sucking me in" his cock is straining against his boxers so he grabs at it, squeezing it through the material to relieve it a bit. While there, he reaches back to grab a condom and places it between his teeth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thighs twitching as he continues the relentless abuse of that spongy bundle of nerves but in a flash, his fingers are gone and you're whimpering at the loss. Your hole clenches around nothing and you're about to throw a goddamn tantrum if Dabi dares deny you of pleasure but find yourself frozen from where you're sat. "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

What you’re seeing is his cock, hard and twitching as the head nearly reaches his goddamn belly button. The tip is a shade of red, precum making it glisten but what’s more, is the ladder of piercings that begin from just above his balls to below his head. There were six piercings all lined up and perfect and you can’t tell if it was your tongue swelling up that was making you drool or your want to have him in his mouth so you can feel them on your tongue.

And what a nice surprise - Dabi’s real hair colour is white unless of course, he bleaches his neat patch of pubic hair which you doubt.

He rolls a condom over it, hissing softly and you can’t help but reach down to spread your lips apart for him. Dabi laughs, a warm hand holding your thigh as the other holds his dick to line it up.

“Thank you, baby. Ya’ know, I would usually take my time with pretty things like you but” your eyes flutter close as his head breaches you.

“If we stay here too long, a blue-haired asshole is gonna check the cameras. Can’t have him seein’ my bitch, he’s all mine and I don’t feel like sharin’” he has a rougher accent that slips when he’s filling you up.

“Ah, mpfh! Fuh...fuckkk...” The heels of your palm dig into your eyes as you feel him practically split you open. A burning sensation makes your toes curl, the stretch of his cock is making your chest heave. The feeling of his piercings has you seeing white faster than you register.

“Shit - did you just come?” he’s not even bottomed out yet but the evidence was the way your walls are spasming around him. He pushes your leg up, shushing as you pant out nonsensically about waiting and how it’s too soon.

“Shut up, you can take it, I know you can”

Tears slip past your eyes and it makes his grin sharp.

“Fuck, you’re even pretty when you cry - makes me wanna be the reason you’re sobbin’” he adjusts his hips and it makes you let out the most pathetic cry he feels his resolve break.

He pulls out nearly all the way and for a second you think he’s giving you mercy but he slams all the way in and the yell you let out has him laughing. A hearty laugh that makes him sound like a goddamn supervillain as he looks down at your teary face.

“Told ya’ you could take it” You clench around him, sniffling as you reach down to feel where you two connect. Your dick twitches.

He fills you up just right. His cock constantly pressed against that spot. You inhale wetly, looking up at him with your eyes all sparkly with tears.

You jerk, your eyes said, you fucking asshole.

“I know but I know you coulda’ and you did” his gloved hand swats yours away and he teases your dick making your mouth fall open, drool following.

“Dumb boy’s like you can take anythin’ you’re given” his words were like a siren's call. Whispering, lulling you into an underwater grave.

“Fuck” the way you tightened around him made him hiss. “Slobbering all over yourself from some dick” you whine again, wiping away the drool but he just snaps his hips in and out of you and you’re crying out again.

You’re laid on the leather, a sheen of sweat coating your skin which makes everything sticky and somewhat uncomfortable but with Dabi’s dick inside you, everything else around you barely exists.

You’re twisting on the seat, head thrown to the side as you moan wantonly - like a goddamn porn star according to Dabi. One of your legs is folded to your chest, the other pinned to the side as Dabi fucks into you. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails scratching and leaving red welts but Dabi takes them with pride.

He wishes he could kiss you, he knows he can’t but you’d have to do a follow-up to replace the piercing. He wants you to come again, just to see him, he’ll hurt you and heal you just like he’s doing right now.

You’re sobbing, you came around him again and he loves the feeling of it. The chair beneath you is downright shaking from how hard he’s pounding into you.

“Duh-Dabi!” you squeal, tongue already numb. The way you mispronounce the pleas for him to go harder makes him so riled up you swore you saw wisps of heat on his skin.

“Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good - Fuck! A perfect cock sleeve made just for this” You’re squirming again and Dabi pulls out making you thrash which he reprimands with a slap to your cunt.

“Please -"

He ignores you, ignores his dick that wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion again and instead curls his fingers inside you.

You’re done for - the pressure that his fingers bring makes your hips jerk up and down, twitching and moving uncontrollably. Dabi groans as you squirt all over his wrists, hips jerking as weak spurts follow the big splash.

“Fuckin’ love this hole” he places a kiss on your dick and you’ve half a mind to push him away. Especially when he licks it. But Dabi’s not done yet, your fucked out whispers fall on deaf ears.

“One more time, baby, let me feel you around my cock”

“S’too muh...muhhh”

“Shhh, just stay like that. So fuckin’ pretty for me, so good” his cock is inside you again and you’re crying out, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck.

Dabi grabs your ass and you lose the sticky leather. Now you’re in the air as he fucks up into you, the friction of your bodies rubbing on your swollen cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your tongue slips out, going a bit cross-eyed. Not that Dabi could see, your face was tucked right between his shoulder and neck.

The camera’s red light was blinking but you couldn’t give a damn.

Dabi’s bringing you up and down his dick. His piercings stimulate your gummy walls, making your breath hitch every time it slips in and out of you, catching on the rim of your cunt. You babble, right into his ear.

“Daddy! Fuh! Fuck!”

Dabi plants his feet firmly to the ground, his back wet with sweat.

“S’too buh-big! Can’t! Ngh!”

“Yeah, you can. Take what Daddy gives you” he grunts and you’re sure your ass is gonna have the imprint of his hands so you leave scratches on his back.

He gives one last thrust and cums, the condom fills up inside you and you shudder. He hears you trying to catch your breath, sniffling in between every pitiful intake of air that have you hiccuping.

The sharp sensation of the metal can Dabi presses against your neck makes you flinch. You murmur that he's an ass and he just laughs. The both of you are in the waiting room, Dabi laying you there for a comfier seat and letting the AC dry you off while he was cleaning up the room. Now that he was done, he was sipping beer with you. The atmosphere was casual, laughably so considering how he just fucked your brains out 10 minutes ago. You pull out your wallet after you're halfway through but Dabi walks away from you. He gets behind the counter and pulls out his card making your eyes widen. "Don't sweat it, think of it as a thank you" the card machine beeps and you honestly couldn't even stand up without your thighs and back going all weird so you weren't gonna win this anyways. Still, you pout. "That's the first time someone's pissed I pay" his blue eyes dart to his phone that's hidden from your view, ignoring the middle fingers you throw his way and the stuck-out tongue. [ Shiggy: His hole's that good? ] Dabi glances at the camera behind the counter, licking the back of his teeth as he saw the red light. [ Shiggy: Think he can take two of us at the same time? ] [ Dabi: Fuck off, he's my bitch ] Tomura sends a screenshot of your fucked-out face nuzzled into his neck. Dabi's dick twitches to life. [ Shiggy: Just wanna test out his head game, think I can teach him a few tricks using that new piercing ] Tomura grins when Dabi tells him they'd have to wait for it to heal, moaning as he squeezes his cock. He goes back to the replay of the feed, of you getting your first orgasm and throws his head back as he cums into his fists just as you came all over Dabi's cock.

[assaily]

Been a while since I’ve posted anything fic related, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever talked about this fic before. 

The basic premise is the Handler/Commission put some kind of kill switch in Five that would slowly destroy his body planned obsolescence style in the event that he ever successfully defected. It’s essentially a sickfic and another one of those no sparrow, no season 3 au’s bc i wrote this a year and a half ago and the season wasn’t even out yet. I found it again this morning bc I finally had some thoughts for it after all this time. 

Anyway, here is some gratuitous angst and Diego cuddling Five. CW for mild suicidal ideation.

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Five looked miserable. Pale and shivering, he looked so frail and small, so old and young at the same time. Diego wasn’t a fan, he didn’t want to be in the room any longer than he had to. The space heater next to the bed was blasting like a Mojave wind, and still Five shivered quietly on his bed.

Five didn’t complain, not even to inform them he was cold. He hadn’t complained this whole time, and maybe that’s what was getting to Diego. Five was miserable, it was obvious he was hurting, it was obvious he was struggling just to stay conscious enough to mechanically munch on his peanut butter crackers. But he didn’t say a thing. 

A cracker was left half-eaten between two fingers, his head drooped and his eyes slipped shut. He slumped into himself, still shivering. Diego frowned, slapping his knees as he stood from the armchair. “Alright.”

His voice startled Five, likely having forgotten he was there again. He flinched, head popping up, bloodshot eyes confused and darting before landing on Diego’s face. The relief was palpable, his shoulders slumping, something relaxing in the pinch of his expression.

“Diego,” he croaked.

“Yeah, just me bud.”

“Are you leaving?” He tried to make it sound like an innocent question, tried his damndest to keep his inflection flat, Diego could tell. But he could also hear the quiet fear burbling beneath it.

“No,” he lied, and almost sat back down again. 

Five nodded and seemed to remember his cracker. He nibbled on the corner of it again, his arm shaking with that little effort. “It’s not stale,” he remarked, hardly above a whisper. It was the third time he’d said that about the cracker and every time it struck at something soft in Diego’s chest.

“Fresh crackers, just for you.”

“Fresh…” he rolled the word around in his mouth like he was tasting it. “Where’d you find them?”

“The store on fifth.”

Five nodded slowly, processing. The last two times that was the end of the conversation. Diego hoped it would be the end of this one too, but then Five looked over at him, a stark confusion breaking through the dead-eyed exhaustion. “Isn’t the roof…?” he made a fluttery motion with his hand, dropping crumbs into his lap.

“Roof is fine, Five.”

He shook his head, brow pinching. “No, I remember it collapsed.” He paused, Diego at a loss for how to answer. “There’s a pharmacy on tenth, it still has stuff. There might be medicine there.”

“We have medicine for you,” Diego said, gesturing at the table with the small battery of bottles atop it.

Five looked over at it, expression falling blank as he failed to process something. He stared for too long, unblinking and unmoving, that Diego figured he’d lost him again. Lights on, but no one was home. 

“I hurt,” Five sighed at long last, breaking the silence and his stillness with another shiver.

Diego chuffed a surprised laugh. “I bet you do.”

“I’m done,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Diego swallowed down the lump that jumped into his throat. Five didn’t complain, not about the pain, the confusion, the exhaustion.

Five shivered again, cracker forgotten.

Diego couldn’t stand it anymore. “Okay, okay.” He needed to do something, anything to help. He couldn’t just stand there watching Five in misery, watching over him as he got worse and worse, as even the pills and syrups and whatever pain meds Mom tried to give him failed to do a goddamn thing.

“Are you still cold?”

Five looked up at the question, considering him for a solid ten seconds before nodding clumsily. “It’s winter,” he said as if that explained everything.

Diego didn’t have the heart to tell him it was the dead of August. “I’m cold too,” he said, reaching down to turn the heater off. Diego was sure Five didn’t even know what the damn thing was but his shivering took on a new ferocity the moment the coils darkened. He looked confused, lost and as Diego approached the bedside, suddenly defensive. His arms curled over his chest, jaw clenching, pulling himself back as if he could get away from Diego.

“You’re not--” he started, aborted with his mouth open, eyes darting around the room. “Wait, I don’t--”

Diego crouched at the bedside, realizing he was looming a little. “You’re okay, it’s just me.” He reached out, careful to keep his palm up and gesture slow. Five watched his hand, pulling back from him as he tried to touch his arm. “It’s just me,” he repeated.

Five didn’t complain, and he never talked about why he was so damn untrusting of them in his confused state. Diego didn’t want to think about who could have planted that mistrust and why. He knew why. He’d spent enough time with Lila. He’d met her mother. The first person Five interacted with in decades. Diego would have trust issues too.

“Diego,” Five said flatly, more an affirmation than anything else.

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here?”

He almost wanted to know where ‘here’ was for Five. Somewhere cold, somewhere beyond the end of the world, somewhere lost in his own past. “I’m here to save you.” It sounded stupid coming out of his mouth, feeling it burn in his eyes.

Five paused for half a second, something in his eyes growing sharper than it had in days. Then he laughed, a single mournful guffaw that threw his head back and nearly toppled him back into his pillows. “Save me?” he asked, incredulous. “How? You’re dead, remember?” He smiled wide, shoulders shaking with more than just cold. “You’re dead.” His mirth turned to grief in a second, his expression twisting into honest fury if he’d had the strength. “You can’t save me,” he spat. “I have to save you.”

Diego reached across the bed and put his hand over Five’s arm. His skin was cold as ice, his wrist sharp and bony under Diego’s palm. “You already saved us.”

Five’s anger was smothered by the touch on his arm, his entire attention drawn to it. He opened his mouth, but only a half-aborted burst of air made it out.

Diego didn’t waste time. With the heater off, Five had nothing keeping him warm and Diego didn’t dare let him go now. “I’m cold, too.” Diego said again, catching Five’s attention back to his face and voice.

“I’m cold,” Five said, and Diego couldn’t tell if he was saying a truth or just repeating the last thing he heard.

“Let me in there, then.”

“Huh?”

Diego didn’t wait for him to figure it out. He half-stood, slipping his shoes off and dragging back the covers in one move. He pulled himself under the blankets, one arm around Five’s shoulders, the other making sure his brother was still covered.

“What are you--” Five realized half-way through the sentence that Diego was warm. The question forgotten, Five pressed himself into Diego’s side, shivering fiercely. “Oh,” he sighed, hands finding warm places to shove themselves into.

“Yeah, thought you might like this better.” Even though the old man would never admit it in his entire life. Neither would Diego. No one was home to see this blatant display of affection, so Diego could deal. He was pretty sure Five wasn’t going to remember a thing about this later.

He flicked the half-cracker to the floor, got himself comfortable, Five slumping more and more of his weight against him. His shivering was easy to feel, his whole body so cold. This wasn’t normal, and it settled uncomfortably in Diego’s gut. He wrapped his tiny older brother in his arms, tucking him against his chest to lay on the pillows together.

It took a while for the shivering to subside, took even longer for Five’s breathing to ease and his body to relax. “Diego,” he whispered, so quietly Diego nearly missed it.

He hummed, letting it rumble in his chest so Five could hear it where his ear was pressed against him.

“Diego,” he said again, and that was all. Nothing else to it, but Diego understood this time. An affirmation of gratitude in a whispered little tone, hidden every time he said their names. He’d fought so hard for them, and now Diego couldn’t stop imagining him when he was actually thirteen, alone and starving and whispering their names, putting everything into surviving so he could see them again. So he could come home.

It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t even have that.

Diego held him a little tighter, frail and bony and so, so cold. “You’re gonna be alright.” He was going to get better.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Five said softly, still below that careful whisper.

A laugh burst from Diego, surprised and a little wet. He swallowed the burning lump in his throat and closed his eyes so the tears would roll away and get lost on the pillow. “Thanks.”

“Don’t cry over me.”

Diego couldn’t answer that, couldn’t hold him any tighter, he could already feel his bones creaking. “You’ll be okay.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Go to sleep.”

“I’ll wake up,” he promised.

Diego let out the breath he was holding like a balloon, eyes clouding. “Shut up and go to sleep.” It wasn’t even a fear, he refused to acknowledge it.

“I’m not worth… all this.”

“Shut up.” Diego gripped the back of his neck, too hard at first, making Five tense. He softened his hold, kneading his thumb into the muscle, feeling Five’s heart fluttering that awful off-rhythm beat against his fingertips. “Were we ever worth all that?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “You were.”

Diego shook his head, his chest aching, scratching gently into Five’s scalp. “You’re a part of this family, too.”

Five didn’t answer. He didn’t rebuke, didn’t affirm. Diego could feel him thinking about it, and hoped somewhere in that muddled little head of his that he’d at least internalize that. How could someone who loved so hard think he deserved so little in return. It wasn’t fair.

No more fair than how hard Five had to fight, only to die a few months after achieving it all. No, Diego refused. Five wasn’t going to die. Not yet, not this year or this decade. Five did everything in his power to protect them. It was time someone stepped up and did the same for him.

[checkxmaster]

"The hell is your problem, dude? Did you seriously forget about me? Or what, you think I'm a clone? Be for real."

It was getting dark, so Chad pulled his armored vehicle over to the side of the road and set about preparing to settling in for the night. Over the years, he'd accumulated a lot of tech to help him survive, from computers and GPS, to motion sensors, timers, and alarms. Generators and power storage units were essential, as were solar panels and other methods of harnessing power as electrical grids began to fail seemingly everywhere.

Some of the tech he built himself, having raided hardware stores for parts, and others he'd acquired from abandoned police stations and homes. It passed the time, to sit and occupy himself with building computers, or to set up surveillance systems, or to create spreadsheets to catalogue all of his supplies, and he liked to keep his skills sharp. Why? He didn't really know anymore. Maybe it just kept him sane. He had about a million flashlights, flares, weapons, and a multitude of ammunition types, complete with all the batteries, solar chargers, hardware enhancements, additional parts, and optional adjustments he could store.

Metal boxes, backpacks, and duffel bags were stacked in an almost hedge-maze-like fashion inside the armored vehicle he'd taken over after it had been abandoned by the military. His bed was little more than a shelf nestled into all this organized chaos, but he found it strangely comforting to be boxed in while he slept... especially since he was alone most of the time.

Occasionally he joined up with some survivors, but he found it difficult to remain with them. Their goals were vastly different, with civilians wanting to find somewhere safe to hunker down and barricade, and Chad wanting to keep on the move to see what he could do to screw Umbrella over or help other people.

He'd gotten his motion sensor perimeter up around his mobile home, as it were, and had just taken his nightly dose of painkillers so he'd have half a chance of sleeping. The deep scars from where the licker had grabbed him as well as the pain of a few broken bones that hadn't quite healed properly from being thrown off the train on the way out of the Hive had him pretty much in near-constant pain. He'd learned to live with it, and as long as he was busy and moving, he could ignore it. At night, though, he needed some extra help from good ol' pharmaceuticals. Just over-the-counter, though, nothing too heavy. He couldn't risk not being able to wake up if something significant went down. And absolutely nothing with an Umbrella logo on the bottle.

That was when one of his alarms went off, indicating that something was moving in the near vicinity of the vehicle. "Really?" he groaned, his head falling to the right as he lay in his bed to look at the screen across the way. Sure enough, it was blinking. Sighing, he sat up and typed away, looking at the camera feed indicating movement. To his severe disappointment, it wasn't one of the undead. It looked like a soldier of some kind. "Just perfect," he said cynically. Grabbing a couple guns, he went out to investigate. What he found was... startling, to say the least.

It... it was Rain. His heart began to pound. No, Rain's dead. Don't get fooled again by those stupid clones. Man, they were creepy... Clones of his now-deceased friends and comrades that often times acted nothing like the originals. The Rain ones... were always particularly nasty. He lifted his rifle, leveling it at her. "That's far enough," he said coldly, assuming this was a clone. How can it not be?

But then she spoke, and almost simultaneously he began to notice that she looked a bit older. The clones always looked young, pristine. Swallowing hard, Chad found it difficult to breathe with how vigorously his heart was now pounding, rattling his ribcage. Faltering a little in his resolve, the tip of his rifle slowly dipped a bit and he stared incredulously at her.

"N-no, I-... Of course I didn't forget about you, but..." But you're dead. You've gotta be. Forgetting Rain - or anyone else he'd lost in the Hive due to his incompetence, poor planning, and cracking under the pressure - was never an option. He saw their faces almost nightly in the twisted horrors of his guilt-fueled nightmares.

Chad blinked, not knowing what to do. The rifle lowered just a bit more at the mention of clones. "Yeah, actually, that's exactly what I'm thinking. Wait, you're-... Are you telling me you're not a clone?" Oh, how he wanted to believe that, but he'd been fooled before, almost fatally. "Come on, don't fuck with me..." he said, more with a crestfallen type of exhaustion than with any sort of real intimidation attempt. "If you're not a clone... then prove it."

If this really was Rain, the real Rain, then he was about to feel like a huge jerk momentarily. But if it wasn't... he couldn't afford to let his guard down...

[starcrashx]

V.

This school wasn't different from the one that Galen attended so far. The only difference was that now he had Luke and Leia. The two took it upon themselves the big brother and big sister role although Galen was technically older than them by 3 months. When a boy wanted to make fun of him for being so skinny he could feel Leia's ten thousand yard stare drilling a hole into the bully. He was never alone because Luke always accompanied him almost everywhere. The only time he could get some alone time was when he went to the bathroom. All in all it wasn't bad and he enjoyed helping the two with homework.

"Galeeeeeen help meeee. Chemistry is killing me!"

"No! Galen help me please with algebra!"

"Why aren't you asking me for help?" frowned Anakin from across the table.

He got two judging stares from his kids.

"Come on! I'm really good at math." said Anakin.

"I can help you both so just sit down." motioned Galen.

After a good 2 hours of tutoring both of the twins got exhausted.

"Can we visit the Fett cafe please! I wanna eat the siblings special cake." whined Luke.

"Yeah sure why not. Galen was never in the cafe anyways." said Anakin.

The twins seemed to gain back their energies and sprinted out the door while yelling shotgun. Galen followed suit and got in the car. The ride wasn't long but it was sure loud. When they set foot in the store a familiar face greeted them.

"How is our favourite family?" asked Fives with a grin on his face.

"Hi Fives, Echo, Cody and Rex. We are fine thanks for asking. How is the business going?" said Anakin and shook hands with Fives and Echo who apparently were the waiters at the place.

Cody poked his head out of the back and Rex was at the cash machine.

"As busy as it gets. We had to bring in some helpers." smiled Cody and stepped out of the door, reviling two more family members.

"These are our cousins. Just call them Waxer and Boil."

"Nice to meet you!" smiled Waxer.

"We heard a lot about you guys." greeted Boil.

Anakin started chatting with Rex while Waxer took over the cash machine. Fives led the kids to an empty table and asked what they wanted. Leia requested a slice of matcha latte cake with lemonade. Luke asked for a slice of that super special cake with hot chocolate. Galen was a little lost between the selection.

"I think...a slice of vanilla cake will do." muttered Galen.

His social skills were better now with the ones he already knew but it was still far from perfect.

"But that's what you had for the welcome party too!" objected Luke.

"Let him have what he wants Luke!" scolded Leia.

"I know. But that's the only kind of cake I'm familiar with." replied Galen.

"Can I make a suggestion then?" asked Echo who popped out of nowhere.

Galen nodded.

"Do you like fruit Galen?"

Another nod.

"Then try strawberry cake! It's still a basic cake and it has vanilla cream in it too with white chocolate."

"Okay." said Galen and nodded at Fives.

For something to drink he simply wanted water. What can he say, he was a man of simple things. While waiting for their order Anakin found his way back to the kids because Cody accused him of holding up Rex.

"So how is school? Everything alright?" asked the father of the three.

"Good. Except that the Solo kid is around Leia again." said Luke and made a face.

His twin rolled her eyes.

"It's none of your business!"

"Well he knows the rules." said Anakin plainly.

"He didn't speak to me for two weeks because you scared him too much dad! Besides it's nothing, he is just a friend!" said Leia who was clearly annoyed by the topic.

"Han and Leia sitting on a tree-" started Luke but couldn't finish because Leia practically jumped at him from across the table.

Galen watches the chaos unfold he knew better than to interfere. So Anakin had to save his son from getting choked to death. After this Galen will have to find a silent corner of the house to read. His social battery is being drained right now.

"No killing Leia! And Luke, don't provoke your sister because if she gets really angry even god won't be able to save you!"

Galen snickered at that because it was true. However that caught the attention of the other three. Great. He can deal with this.

"What about you Galen? How is school?" asked Anakin.

"Well...not that bad. I mean...yeah it's fine." said Galen while debating if he should mention the fact that people pick on him sometimes or not.

"I like being with Luke and Leia. And I got a good mark in history."

Anakin smiled.

"That's great! I'm relieved that everything is fine then."

Leia and Luke looked at eachother and then back to Galen. But they couldn't question the missing information since Fives came back with the orders. Anakin got coffee and some chocolate cake. It was his regular order at the cafe. After the little dessert the kids went out to the car while Anakin was saying his goodbyes to the Fetts. Galen had to admit Echo's recommendation was good, a little too sweet for his taste but still fantastic. Leia approached him with a concerned look on her face.

"Why didn't you tell dad that some guys pick on you?"

"It's not a big deal. They just say some mean stuff. I'm used to it." said Galen dismissively.

And it was true he was used to this kind of thing. In his old school they used to pick on him for being weird and poor. Nothing new.

"Well we can deal with it for now right Leia?" said Luke confidently.

"I know I just don't want this to get any worse than it already is." said Leia.

"I will kick their tailpipes if they are mean to Galen again." offered Luke.

"That's...not necessary Luke but thank you. Both of you. I appreciate it." said Galen as he watched Anakin wave his last goodbye.

×⭐×

"Hold your sword like this." said Anakin and showed Galen how to hold his fake sword correctly.

The boy decided to try fencing. It could be a great topic between him and his new family. Obi-wan was practicing with Luke while Anakin was teaching Galen the basics. When the taller boy looked at his adoptive brother he couldn't help but get amazed by how good he is with a sword. But the same goes for the older members of the family. Ahsoka just spared with Anakin to put up a good show for her nephew.

"I'm going to have a contest tomorrow." said Ahsoka while watching Galen take some practice swings.

"And you will absolutely destroy the competition." smiled Obi-wan.

"Nah. Not this time. Barriss is also competing." said Ahsoka with a sad smile.

"That little! After all what she has done they still allow her to compete?" fumed Anakin.

"Yeah! She should be banned." agreed Luke which resulted in a playful smack from Obi-wan.

Galen glanced back and forth between Ahsoka and Anakin, looking for answers. In the end Ahsoka sighed, signaling that she gave in to her nephew's curiosity.

"Barriss Offee was my friend in high school. Her mom and Obi-wan were friends so we saw each other a lot. Barriss's mom was one of the judges of the Fencing Competition Committee so she also practiced fencing. So we started competing against each other and well..." trailed of Ahsoka so Anakin continued the story.

"Barriss became jealous of Ahsoka since she always was ahead of her and won most of their encounters. At the Fencing Championship they got paired against each other once again. Ahsoka won fair and square and when she turned her back Barriss charged at her and injured Ahsoka's leg. She was unable to continue the competition due to that injury and she had to be taken to a hospital. I thought Barriss was banned from competing."

"Maybe her mother lifted the ban." said Luke.

Obi-wan shook his head.

"Impossible. Luminara would never do such a thing. Even for her daughter."

"Then someone else did it." said Anakin.

"We will never know since someone was too lazy to attend meetings." pointed fingers Ahsoka.

Obi-wan made a dramatic sigh.

"Ahsoka Tano Skywalker Kenobi how dare you!"

Galen snorted and looked at Ahsoka. She signaled that of course that wasn't her real full name.

"What? It's true! I bet it's the new teacher that demanded all your attention." laughed Ahsoka, completely forgetting Barriss.

"You! Miss. Satine has nothing to do with this!"

"Obi-wan teaches history at Coruscant University. Miss. Kryze is the new politics professor." whispered Luke to Galen.

"He's a teacher? It kinda suits him actually." answered back the taller boy.

"Satine and Obi are sitting on a tree!"

"Agh what are you, five?"

"Déjà vu." sighed Galen.

"You are both five." said Anakin.

The two glared at him.

"I don't want to hear that from you Anakin "would it be fine to microwave the spoon too" Skywalker." argued Obi-wan.

"Yeah! Stay in your own lane Anakin "building a rocket to a car is a good idea" Skywalker!" said Ahsoka.

"You guys did not just go there!"

"Oh but we did!"

"They are supposed to be adults right?" asked Galen.

"I like your wording. Supposed to be. But they are literally sharing two brain cells." laughed Luke.

"At least Ahsoka isn't sad anymore." murmured Galen.

"Yeah. You could say anything to this family but you cannot say that we don't care about each other. We got everyone's back. And now yours too Galen." smiled Luke.

And for the first time in his life, Galen felt like he belonged somewhere.

[expldn]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: mike wheeler & open! 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: nurse he got out again 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: ...melvald’s...., afternoon, one week since luke’s disappearance

mike wasn’t a perfect dad, but he was doing his best. he’d always been doing his best. god knows he couldn’t have done it without the help of...everyone. him and luke were at odds more often than not, but that didn’t even matter anymore. mike would give anything...do anything if it meant so much as a another slammed door in his face. a hug. he thought he was comfortable with his loss, that he knew how to work under pressure, but the way he paced his empty house and hawkins p.d at all hours of the day indicated he clearly didn’t. mike wasn’t sleeping, hardly eating, floating around everywhere he could in hawkins like luke might show up any second. he didn’t want statistics about missing children from hawkins p.d, he wanted his son. 

more than that, he wanted joyce around. mike figured she was probably the only person who understood what he was feeling. he wanted el around too, they hadn’t been able to find will without her. how did they stand a chance of finding luke? even will would’ve been a comfort, firsthand experience to help. but instead, their whole operation felt like it was chugging along with one wheel and tons of bent rims. mike didn’t know how many times he could scream in powell’s face to find his son, or how deep in the woods he’d have to go before turning back. nancy had given him a firm talking to about how he couldn’t find luke if he wasn’t taking care of himself, and after crying in his sister’s arms for a while, mike went home after and slept a couple of hours in luke’s bed. 

the next morning came and mike was at hawkin’s p.d first thing in the morning, then he dug around the woods a little bit when he realized his flashlight was dead. how long had it been dead? how come mike hadn’t noticed? he tore for his car, cutting off other vehicles on the road as he ran to melvald’s for some batteries. history repeated in motion, mike tore through the store, exhibiting no restraint. he shoved past other patrons screaming nonsense, “i need batteries to find my son! my son is missing! move!” he threw items off shelves, unable to find the D batteries he was looking for. maybe they were behind these items? “fuck. fuck! fuck you!” mike yelled, first to the shelves then to the patrons who had stopped to side eye him. didn’t they know? didn’t they care? “how can you all walk around like everything is fine! huh? well i hope your fucking kids go missing! i hope you never find them!” he dug into the crowd before his final shout, “help me find these fucking batteries or keep shopping!” mike pointed his finger at a woman, “and put your phone down! stop that! don’t-- don’t call anyone! i mean it!” 

[sweet7simple]

Terms and definitions that you can maybe apply to your fan works

I don't know anything about computer or mechanical engineering (it's very funny to me that I am in the Transformers fandom and I don't even care about cars), but I do care about improving my writing. I have gathered a list of terms that sound very sciencey and applicable to mechs, some from Martha Wells's "Murderbot Diaries," some from fanfiction/fandom (shout-out to the Crime in Crystals series by Aard_Rinn and Baebeyza, they wrote Transformers better than any Transformers comic/TV show did), and a lot from just surfing through Google and going, "well, what the hell is this? Okay, but what the hell is THAT?".

Also, as I was writing this post, I ended up getting sucked into this article:

And this really bloated my already long list of terms. Very easy to read if you want to glance it over yourself.

It's not an exhaustive list and who knows if it will be useful to you - but maybe you can reblog with your own add-ons of terms and definitions you think make a Transformers fan work just that much better.

The list is below the cut:

100% CPU Load - CPU is fully occupied with too many processors/applications/drivers/operations - not necessarily synonymous with an overload.

Actuators* - A device that causes a machine or other device to operate (Ex: a computerized unit instructs the actuator how to move the tires on a vehicle); create linear and rotary movement (Ex: A hydraulic actuator on a valve will move that valve in response to a sensor/signal); Linear actuators "move a piston back and forth inside a cylinder to build pressure and 'actuate', or complete an action".

* Think of actuators as devices that help produce linear motion and motors as devices that help produce rotational movement. Hence, some consider actuators as a type of motor. But a motor is not a type of actuator (jhfoster.com).

Alternator - Converts mechanical energy to electrical energy with an alternating current. The stator and rotor inside the alternator work as magnets and rotate to generate the alternating current. Then the alternating current (AC) is transformed into a direct current (DC) that charges the battery.

Archive (Archive files) - used to collect multiple data files together into a single file for easier portability and storage, or simply to compress files to use less storage space.

Arithmetic Log Unit (ALU) - the part of a central processing unit that carries out arithmetic and logic operations on the operands in computer instruction words. In some processors, the ALU is divided into two units: an arithmetic unit (AU) and a logic unit (LU).

Augment - Make something greater; increase.

Auxiliary Battery - Designed to run as a backup to the starting battery and provide power to some essential equipment like engine start/stop and other systems that require power while the engine is off to put less strain on the main battery and alternator.

Bandwidth - A measurement indicating the maximum capacity of a wired or wireless communications link to transmit data over a network connection in a given amount of time.

Behavioral Coding - A term used in Martha Wells' Murderbot Diaries; essential, code for behaviors.

Branch Instructions - Use programming elements like if-statements, for-loops, and return-statements; used to interrupt the program execution and switch to a different part of the code.

Branch Predictors - Track the status of previous branches to learn whether or not an upcoming branch is likely to be taken or not.

Buffer - A region of memory used to store data temporarily while it is being moved from one place to another.

Cathodes vs Anodes - Cathodes are the positive electrode while the anode is the negative electrode; electrons flow from the anode to the cathode and this creates the flow of electric charge in a battery or electrochemical cell.

Catastrophic Failure - Complete, sudden and unexpected breakdown in a machine, indicating improper maintenance.

Central Processing Unit (CPU) - Primary component of a computer that acts as its "control center"; complex set of circuitry that runs the machine's operating systems and apps; the brains of the computer. * Components: Instruction Set Architecture (ISA), Control Unit (CU), Datapath, Instruction Cycle, Registers, Combinational Logic, the Arithmetic Logic Unit (ALU), etc...

Clock - Determines how many instructions a CPU can process per second; increasing its frequency through overclocking will make instructions run faster, but will increase power consumption and heat output.

Combustion Chambers - An enclosed space in which combustion takes place, such as an engine; jet engines also have combustion chambers.

Condition Codes - Extra bits kept by a processor that summarize the results of an operation and that affect the execution of later instructions.

Control Bus - Manages the communication between the computer's CPU and its other components.

Control Unit (CU) - Manages the execution of instructions and coordinates data flow within the CPU and between other computer components.

Cybermetal - Element native to Cybertron and Cybertron alone.

Datapath - The path where data flows as it is processed; receives input, processes it, and sends it out to the right place when done processing; datapaths are told how to operate by the CU; depending on instructions, a datapath can route signals to different components, turn on and off different parts of itself, and monitor the state of the CPU.

Diagnostic and Data Repair Sequence - Term used in Martha Wells' Murderbot Diaries; exactly what it sounds like.

Diode - A semiconductor device with two terminals (a cathode and an anode), typically allowing the flow of current in one direction only.

Discrete Circuit vs Integrated Circuit- Single device with a single function (ex: Transistor, diode) vs Devices with multiple functional elements on one chip (ex: Memories, microprocessor IC and Logic IC).

Drivers - A set of files that help software (digital components, such as Microsoft Office) interface/work with hardware (physical components, such as a keyboard); allows an operating system and a device to communicate.

Electromagnetic (EM) Field - A combination of invisible electric and magnetic fields of force; used in fandom by mechs to broadcast emotions to others.

Flags - A value that acts as a signal for a function or process. The value of the flag is used to determine the next step of a program; flags are often binary flags which contain a boolean value (true or false).

Full Authority Digital Engine Control (FADEC) - Consists of an electronic control unit (ECU) and related accessors that control aircraft engine performances.

Gestation Tank - Used in mech pregnancies, you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

Heads Up Display (HUD) - A part of the user interface that visually conveys information to the player during gameplay.

Heat Spreader - Often used in computer processors to prevent them from overheating during operation; transfers energy as heat from a hotter source to a colder heat sink or heat exchanger.

HUB - A device that connects multiple computers and devices to a local area network (LAN).

Inductive Charging - How I imagine berths work; wireless power transfer (ex: Wireless charger or charging pad used for phones).

Instruction Cycle - Also known as fetch-decode-execute cycle; basic operation performed by a CPU to execute an instruction; consists of several steps, each of which performs a specific function in the execution of the instruction.

Instruction Set Architecture (ISA) - The figurative blueprint for how the CPU operates and how all the internal systems interact with each other (I think of it like a blueprint for the brain).

Irising - Term used in fanfiction (specifically the Crime in Crystals series) to describe the action of the of the spark chamber opening ("The Talk", chapter 6, my absolute favorite chapter out of the entire series). I just really liked how the word sounded in that context.

Life Codes - "For those of us who were forged, Primus, through Vector Sigma, generated a pulse wave. Each one a data-saturated life code faster than thought, brighter than light, racing across Cybertron, sowing sparks..." (~Tyrest/Solomus, Volume 5 of More Than Meets the Eye)

Memory Hierarchy - Represents the relationship between caches, RAM, and main storage; when a CPU receives a memory instruction for a piece of data that it doesn't yet have locally in its registers, it will go down the memory hierarchy until it finds it.

Levels: L1 cache (usually smallest and fastest), L2 cache, L3 cache, RAM, and then main storage (usually biggest and slowest); available space and latency (delay) increase from one level to the next

Depending on the multi-core (a core is usually synonymous with a CPU) system, each core will have its own private L1 cache, share an L2 with one other core, and share an L3 with more or more cores.

Motors* - Any power unit that generates motion; electric motors work by converting electrical energy into mechanical energy... when this happens within a magnetic field, a force is generated which causes shaft rotation.

Multitasking Operating System - Allows users to run multiple programs and tasks almost simultaneously without losing data; manage system resources (such as computer memory and input/output devices), allocate resources, enable multiple users, and eliminate long wait times for program execution.

Network - A set of computers sharing resources located on or provided by network nodes. Computers use common communication protocols over digital interconnections to communicate with each other.

Network Feed - The continuously updating stream of content that users encounter on networking platforms.

Neural Network - A type of machine learning process that uses interconnected nodes (like neurons) to teach computers to process data in a way similar to the human brain; a form of deep learning that can help computers learn from their mistakes and improve their time.

Nimbus - A luminous cloud or a halo surrounding a supernatural being or a saint; has been used in fanfiction synonymously or in junction with the corona of the spark.

Nodes - A connection point between devices that allows data to be sent and received between them.

Oil Sump/Oil Pan - Don't forget to change your mech's oil.

Out-Of-Order Execution - A paradigm used to minimize downtime while waiting for other instructions to finish; allows a CPU to choose the most timely instructions to execute out of an instruction queue.

Overload - Orgasm; an electrical overload occurs when too much electricity passes through a circuit, exceeding its capacity; an information overload is when a system receives more input than it can process, or a state of being overwhelmed by the amount of data presented for processing.

Pedes - Feet

Pipelining - A technique used in computer architecture that allows a processor to execute multiple instructions simultaneously, improving overall performance.

Processing Capacity - The ability and speed of a processor, and how many operations it can carry out in a given amount of time.

Program Counter - A special register in a computer processor that contains the memory address (location) of the next program instruction to be executed.

Programmable Nanobots/Nanites - Cybertronian microbots programmed to do work at the molecular level; used popularly for surface healing and pigment in mechs.

Protected Storage - Provides applications with an interface to store user data that must be kept secure or free from modification; a storage method; a function in mainframe hardware.

Protoform - Formed of an ultra-dense liquid metal and are extremely hard to damage; the most basic Cybertronian form of raw, free-flowing living metal; first stage of Cybertronian life cycle

To create a Cybertronian, you need the protoform, the life-giving spark, and alt-form information.

Register - A type of computer memory built directly into the processor or CPU that is used to store and manipulate data during the execution of instructions.

Ex: "When you run a .exe on Windows... the code for that program is moved into memory and the CPU is told what address the first instruction starts at. The CPU always maintains an internal register that holds the memory location of the next instruction to be executed [the Program Counter]"...

Resource Allocations - The process of identifying and assigning available resources to a task or project to support objectives.

Risk Assessment - Focus on identifying the threats facing your information systems, networks, and data and assessing the potential consequences should these adverse events occur.

Routine - A component of a software application that performs a specific task (ex: Saving a file).

Servomechanism - A powered mechanism producing motion or force at a higher level of energy than the input level (ex: In the brakes and steering of large motor vehicles) especially where feedback is employed to make the control automatic.

Servos - Hands

Shellcode - A small piece of executable code used as a payload, built to exploit vulnerabilities in a system or carry out malicious commands. The name comes from the fact that the shellcode usually starts a command shell which allows the attacker to control the compromised machine.

Semiconductor - A material used in electrical circuits and components that partially conduct electricity.

Semiconductor materials include silicon, germanium, and selenium.

Struts - Bones; A rod or bar forming part of a framework and designed to resist compression.

System/System Unit (in computers) - A setup that consists of both hardware and software components organized to perform complex operations/The core of your computer where all the processing happens.

Task Specific Accelerator - Circuits designed to perform one small task as fast as possible (ex: Encription, media encoding & machine learning).

Teek - Used in Transformers fandom in conjunction with EM Fields; when a mech "teeks" another mech's field, they are feeling the emotions that mech is broadcasting.

Transistor - Enables a computer to follow instructions to calculate, compare and copy data.

Universal Serial Bus (USB) - A standard plug-and-play interface that allows computers and peripheral devices to connect with each other, transfer data, and share a power source; allows data exchange and delivery of power between many types of electronics; plug-and-play interface is also a type of sexual activity used in fandom.

Warren - Used to refer to a group of minibots with their own social hierarchy and culture (Seriously, read the Crime in Crystals series, it's better than canon).

[dragonshoardofwriting]

Hi 👋 sorry if this was asked before, but do you have any quirk ideas that would require the user to have constant access to electricity? (Like, they need electricity to recharge after they use it)

Hello! Well, I don't think I have any ready-made, but I can always make some up. ^^

Quirk: Human Battery Desc: The user can store electricity in their body. At will, they may discharge stored electricity, either all at once or in a small but constant current. Once they start discharging, they cannot stop (barring the quirk being affected by others, ex. Erasure) until all the electricity within them is gone, upon which they would have to recharge from an outside source.

Quirk: Energy Conversion Desc: The user can store electricity in their body. Upon activating their quirk, they push the gathered electrical energy out through their palms in the form of a different variety of energy: light, heat, motion etc. They may also combine the resulting varieties (ex. releasing a shockwave and a flash of light at the same time).

Quirk: Electric Armor Desc: The user's skin secretes a slightly sticky liquid, which hardens upon contact with electricity. Until it reaches its capacity, the more electricity is provided the tougher and less flexible it becomes. When this coating is broken, it releases stored up electricity.

Quirk: Railgun Desc: The user has a hollow tube-like appendage fused to their forearms (from the elbow, with the tube's exit just below the palm). They may launch objects put into said tubes using electromagnetic force. Normally, the velocity of launched projectiles is rather low, however, the user might use outside sources of electricity to launch them at high velocities. At top speed, the projectiles are faster than bullets.

[lazypanartist]

*removes lid off cloche* One star-studded ROTTMNT fic, piping hot. It's platonic, but if you squint there can be romantic implications.

( "So what do you think of New York, eh?" Leonardo asked as he...proceeded to utterly stomp you in F-Zero. He lapped you at one point. His brothers were losing their minds while you were just straight up losing.

It was a brutal win.

"I mean, I think its okay," you huffed, motioning at Donnatello to take your place. "Its bigger. Busier. Transit's a nightmare sometimes, but I love it, y'know? I think its the food. I have so many options."

Raph snorted. "Is there, uh...anything you miss? From your old home?"

You went quiet for a while as you thought, and it hadn't been until Mikey called your name again that you finally replied.

"The stars. I think I miss being able to just...shut off all the house lights, and laying outside and seeing the stars...")

Mikey hadn't been able to get that conversation out of his head.

It was something small, and innocuous, but... the sheer longing in your voice as you talked about missing the night sky in the countryside... it really hit him, for some reason. He couldnt imagine not seeing the New York skyline, dotted with neons and lit windows of skyscrapers. It was all he knew, and he couldnt imagine different.

But you had. And he could hear in your voice how homesick you were.

No, no not homesick. You said it yourself, you loved your new home. You complained about there being like, three restaurants nearby and a convenience store that had inconvenient hours, plus a bunch of uppity old people. You didnt miss your old home, really. You weren't HOMEsick.

Starsick, it what he would call it.

When Mikey went to Leo about his concern, the twin had seemed to mull something over in his mind a bit.

"I mean, its just the sky. We can take them out to a high point and bring a telescope or something. Sure we might kot have the same constellations and I think they like...change? I'm sure we got dad's old one layin' around-"

"Can't. 's too bright in the city."

The two looked over at Raph, who had been reading a comic.

"Whaddaya mean, bro?" blue questioned, leaning back some and stretching his arms behind his head.

"Remember when Splinter took us when we was little? Mikey had to be...what, 5? He took us to see the stars and, other than the occasional one here an' there, and like....I think Mars and some sattelites, you can't see em. The light from the city hides em." The snapper sighed and looked over. "The skyline ain't great for stargazin."

The two more energetic brothers frowned at that before Mikey straightened up and looked towards their nerdy brother's lab.

Donnie knew stars. Donnie named them sometimes when they watched Jupiter Jim films and complained when they used certain astrophysicist terminology wrong.

Neon Leon took note of the youngest's determined look. "You want to do something special for em, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean...They're starsick."

Raph chuckled at that, gathering himself up so he could lend a hand. "Starsick, eh? Sounds pretty serious. We better see if we can't find a cure then, huh?"

-

At exactly 11:58 on friday night, you recieved a formal invitation to the lair from D-Man.

'Bring your softest blanket, one aaa battery, and exactly 11 oreos'

You had gotten weirder requests from your friends at later times, so this was nothing. You gathered your goods and headed over, making sure to snag some pizza and cheap chinese food on the way. Knowing the boys, they probably got their hands on a director's cut of a Jupiter Jim film, and you would be in for a long night.

However, upon your arrival, you were ushered into the lab, into an area that was...quite literally roped off from the rest. several white sheets were stapled or taped to the ceiling of the area, and as you handed off the food to Raph, Leo basically shoved you down in an area swarmed with blankets.

"Guys, what's going on? Is movie night in here, or-"

Donnie's hand was in your face.

"Triple A, please."

You blinked owlishly and handed it over.

The purple-clad ninja popped the battery into something small in his hand, a small silver tube, which he then handed to you.

"Thanks. I've always wanted exactly this. It's my favourite, how did you know?"

Donatello rolled his eyes as his brothers worked on setting stuff up behind you. "It's a laser pointer. The event we have planned is interactive, so if you shine the laser at something and draw out the shape, it'll glow. Twisting here changes the light colour, and also, it doubles as a stun grenade if you press down on the tip, shake for 10 seconds and release."

Your blank stare at the object made him roll his eyes before Mikey grabbed you and pulled you into laying between him and Raphael. The twins laid on their backs opposite of you, and before you could say anything, the lights went out and you were bathed in pitch, inky blackness.

You were about to panic, not understanding, until the sheets above you flickered briefly and began to glow with-

"Oh.../Oh/...."

Stars littered the ceiling, and as your eyes roamed the faux expanses of the night, Donatello informed you about how, this would be showing the available stars, planets, any celestial bodies you would be able to see right here in New York if the city went dark. Leonardo preened at how he had helped set up the projector area, using his 'Mad Skillz' to take care of adhering the sheets to the ceiling. Raph had remembered the times you talked about stargazing, and how you said you'd always forget to bring something warm, so he made sure every blanket in the lair was here. Mikey claimed he got their father taken care of, making sure to get him some cake and milk so he wouldnt pester you guys and how this had been his ide-

"Oh mi gosh...are you okay...?"

You didnt even look over at Mikey, stare locked upward as he rubbed a thumb along your damp cheek. You hadn't even realized you were crying.

"I-I'm so sorry, I just, you sounded like you were really starsick and you just sounded so sad that I kinda thought this would make you happy or be something nice but I didn't even think that maybe this will make you miss your old stars more and make you even MORE starsick, and-"

"That's...That's Cetus."

The orange-clad turtle blinked and turned his gaze up, not knowing what you were exactly staring at with all the dots in the little slice of sky. Raph had to gently nudge you for you to remember the laser pointer and, shakily, you drew a purple shape in the stars. The constellation you had immediately picked out shone bright, and Leo whistled low.

"Cetus, eh? What, is that the god of like...Banjo music?"

That made you snort, and you wiped your eyes.

"Cetus was the sea monster Heracles and Perseus both fought. It's like...a whale, or a massive dragon fish." Your voice went quiet for some time before you whispered that it had been the last constellation you saw.

Raph felt his heart clench. "Are there any more?"

"Tons." You laughed.

"Are there any turtles?" Leo asked.

"Not in traditional greek constellations, no. There's Ursa major and Minor, the bears, There's canis, draco, cephus-"

Your hand flicked out, yellow lines began to form along the stars, and before his eyes Mikey and his brothers were staring at a new shape.

"Whozat?"

"The black tortise."

"Oooh~! I see you know a few Chinese constellations as well! Care to show us what else you got?"

You smiled brightly, stars in your eyes.

OHHHHHH MY GOD 🥹

I HATED living in the city 😭 I live with my grandparents again, out in the country.. I don't think I'd been able to leave the stars again.

[anguilliforme]

Bushfire / Wildfire preparation and survival (long post)

Because of climate change, we will be facing increasingly difficult fire seasons not just for this year, but for what I can only assume will be every year from here on out. While I fully recommend contacting your local fire services to find information most helpful to you, here is a list of general advice for bush/wildfire preparation and survival. This list will cover:

General things you should know before preparing for fire season

Pre fire season preparation

Your evacuation kit

What to do on fire risk days

What to do if you choose to evacuate

What to do when you evacuate too late and your car is about to be caught in the fire

What to do if you choose to stay and defend your home

Firefighting tools

How to defend your home from a fire

What to do as the fire front approaches

What to do if your home catches on fire while you're in it

No house no car no evacuation centre- best places to use as emergency shelter

I am Australian so I will be using the word "bushfire" because that is what I am familiar with, please feel free to replace it with wildfire or whatever your local term is. Information is taken from the CFA, Fire TAS, and the NSW rural fire service but please check with your local fire authorities for the best information for your area.

General things that you should know:

You don't have to be in the middle of nowhere to be at risk for a fire. If you are located near paddocks, grasslands, costal scrub, or if your neighbourhood borders bushland (or woodlands/forests for my non aussie friends) you can be at risk.

Familiarise yourself with your local fire danger rating system (FDRS) I can not stress this enough. Go on your local fire services website now and look it up. I will be using the Australian FDRS as a reference because it is what I am most familiar with. It looks like this:

You should understand what your local FDRS levels are, because they are extremely important tool for communicating the possible severity of fires, and can help you make important decisions on how you should act.

You should also familiarise yourself with your local wind patterns. You would be surprised by how many people die in bushfires because they are unfamiliar with wind change patterns and get caught out.

Pre fire season preparation- your house

Prepare your property! This is basic fire safety, and most people who live rural will be familiar with the motions but for those who aren't in the know:

Keep the grass in your lawn cut to 10cm (4in) or less. Rake your lawn so there aren't loose leaves or twigs in the grass. Clean your gutters while you're at it.

Store any wood piles and flammable liquids away from your house (put it in a shed or any building that isn't attached to your house).

Cut back any trees that are overhanging your roofs. Generally you want 10m (or 33ft) of clearance. Prune the lower branches of shrubs to separate them from any possible fuel underneath them.

Line your garden beds with pebbles instead of mulch, if you have any shrubs or bushes under windows get rid of them.

Evacuation kit

You should have an evacuation kit ready to go during fire season. This is different for every individual but here are a few things that should go into it:

Scan all of your important documents (birth certificates, wills, passports, drivers licences, insurance documents, etc) and put them on a USB. Put this in your kit alongside the documents.

Your medication. Your prescription paperwork if it is not digital.

Portable chargers for your devices.

A battery-operated radio (check the batteries regularly).

100% wool blankets. Enough for everybody in your household to be fully covered. Do not pack anything synthetic. These blankets need to be accessible if you are travelling by car so do not pack them in the bottom of any bags.

"Bushfire fits", clothing that is either wool, heavy cotton, or denim. Once again, no synthetic fabrics. Shoes should be leather boots and not sandals or runners. There needs to be enough to clothe everyone in your household.

If you have pets you need to have their carriers, medication, food/water and bowls ready.

You should also have food and (more importantly) water for yourself and everyone in your household ready to go should you need to evacuate.

Other pre fire season preparation things

Practice packing your car at least once so you know exactly how long it will take you to get ready if you do end up needing to leave.

Talk with your neighbours. If you can't drive they might be able to drive you, if they're staying they may be willing to help defend your house if you let them use your water. You'll never know if you don't ask.

You need to talk with the people in your household and decide whether you will stay to defend your home from the fire or evacuate. If you want to evacuate you need to agree on which FDRS danger level you will evacuate on, or what your trigger to leave will be.

If you will leave, decide ahead of time how you will leave and where you will go. In a fire, phone services ay go down; have a physical map that shows not only your main evacuation route, but also your backup ones. Have these clearly marked.

On fire risk days

Stay informed. Listen to your local radio and use more than one source of information if available. You want to know if a fire starts near you.

If you have a deck or verandah with mats or furniture on it, move them away from your house. Hanging pots need to go too.

If you have a car behind an electric gate or garage door take it out and have the car facing the road ready to go.

Ensure your evacuation kit is ready to go. Make sure that everyone is aware of the evacuation trigger and has agreed to leave.

If you choose to evacuate

Leaving early is always the safest option. Many things can be replaced, but your life can't. This is the official stance of the Australian government. Leaving early (as in, before the fire even starts) will prevent any issues being caught in your car during a bushfire can bring. You do not want to drive through heavy smoke, and you do not want to accidentally block roads for emergency services.

Make sure everybody is in their bushfire fits, even if you can't see the fire. Better safe than sorry.

Turn off your home's gas and (if you have the time) plug your downpipes and fill your gutters partially with water.

Close and lock all of your doors and windows.

Leave your front gate open.

Tell somebody that you are leaving, and where you are leaving to.

Late evacuation- my car is about to be hit by fire

If you evacuate late there is a chance you may find that you are unable to drive safely due to smoke or flames. It is considered extremely dangerous to shelter in a car, however you can do the following to increase your chances of survival:

Do not park on a road. Emergency service workers do not need to be dealing with car crashes as well as the fires.

Park your car away from dense bushland, preferably in a clear area. If you can find a rock wall to buffer some of the radiant heat even better. Face your car towards the oncoming fire.

Stay in the car, close all windows and doors. Shut all vents and turn off your engine.

Cover yourself with the wool blankets from your evacuation kit. sit or lie down below window level. Drink water.

Once the fire has passed, get out of the car and move to burnt ground.

If you choose to stay

The best way to prepare to stay for a bushfire is to have an action plan that you have both written down and practiced with your household. During a bushfire there is a high likelihood of service disruption both during and after a fire, so do not expect for there to be phone service, internet access, electricity, or water. You should expect:

Embers and spot fires which will move ahead of the main fire. Embers can also land for hours after a fire has passed. Embers are the number one cause of house fires when there is a bushfire.

Darkness. You will never truly understand how dark it can get in a bushfire until you are in it. It's darker than midnight.

Smoke will also make the air difficult to breathe. Invest in good face masks.

Local roads can be blocked from fallen trees or power lines, burnt out cars, dead animals, or emergency service vehicles.

Radiant heat. This is the biggest killer of bushfires. There is very little way around this. Long term radiant heat exposure will kill you long before the main bushfire gets to you. You can block radiant heat with solid walls (such as brick or concrete). Stay away from windows.

Your weapons in the fight against fire

You will need at a bare minimum 10,000 litres (2200 gallons) of water to defend your home. Have a petrol/diesel pump ready to use close by your water source.

In Australia you can find specialty firefighting hoses. Check your local availabilities, but you can still use a gardening hose in a pinch (be aware that plastic will melt once it gets too hot, get ones with metal fittings). Any hose you use should be able to reach all the way around your house.

Sprinklers. Ensure any plastic hoses connected to them are buried so they don't melt.

Buckets. And mops. Yes, you can whack an ember to death.

Metal rakes and shovels which will help break up burning materials.

Metal ladders so you can reach your roof.

Defending your home

If you are planning on staying to defend your home there needs to be at lease two fit adults. They both need to be physically and mentally willing to work for several hours in difficult and distressing conditions.

Everyone who stays also needs to be aware that there is a chance of dying. Survival is not guaranteed if you stay to protect your home.

Make sure you are all wearing appropriate clothing. Put on your bushfire fit. Wear eye protection and face masks to block out smoke. As funny as the picture of the bloke in his shirt and thongs standing on his roof with a hose is, it is a monumentally dangerous move.

Turn off your gas supply, air conditioners, and close all of your windows and doors facing outside.

Block your downpipes and fill your gutters with water, put wet wool blankets (or cotton towels) inside of windows and as door stops.

Check that pets are safely contained, and your car is ready to go in case of a late evacuation.

When embers appear, turn on your sprinklers.

You will need to patrol for embers, and put out any spot fires which occur. As embers float through the air, you will also need to check your roof as your home can easily be set alight from roof embers.

You will be patrolling for embers for several hours, as they can show up before, during, and after the fire front has passed.

Keep hydrated, even if you don't feel like drinking.

As the fire front approaches

You will begin to feel the radiant heat. Remember- you will need to protect yourself from this. Once the heat outside is unbearable you must retreat indoors or you will die.

Hose down any decks and/or garden beds connected to your house.

Collect your fire fighting equipment and bring them indoors. Anything plastic will melt. There are specialty fittings that will let you attach your fire fighting gear to washing machine taps to make it easier to fight fires inside your house.

Stay hydrated. Drink water, and splash your face with water to cool down.

If you are caught in your home during a bushfire

You will still need to patrol inside your home to check for embers starting fire. This includes going into your roof space, as embers enter most easily through the roof.

Make sure the room/s you are sheltering in have two exits- one to another room and one to outside your house. Keep all of the doors inside your house open.

Do not shelter in a room with frosted windows as you want to see what is going on outside.

If your house catches fire and it can't be put out

Close the door to any room that is on fire. Move away from the area/s on fire, keep low to avoid breathing in smoke. Close all doors behind you so you know not to turn back.

As soon as the main fire has passed your house get out! Please do not stay in your on fire house. Instead move to burnt ground.

Drink some water. The last thing you need is to be dehydrated.

Once the fire front has passed

Use your own judgement on whether the outside radiant heat is bearable. Remember, solid walls protect you from radiant heat, so it may be hotter outside your house. Once you can go outside, you are back on outdoor ember patrol.

Do not take your bushfire fit off. Yes, even if it is warm. You don't want bare skin in bushfire conditions.

Put out any fires that have started near or on your house.

Hose down the outside of your house, all of it including the roof and under the floorboards.

Call your friends and family. Let them know you are alive, and that the front has passed you.

Drink water. Do not die of dehydration or heat stroke now.

You will need to stay vigilant for several hours after the front has passed- embers can still start fires.

Places to shelter

If you are caught in the open with no options available to you, you can use these as a last resort shelter:

A stationary car in a clear area such as a bare field.

A ploughed paddock, field or park.

A body of water such as a river or dam.

Thats all I can think of right now. If anybody has any more information to add before this years fire season starts feel free.

[vitusxaydin]

Three Secrets (Vitus Aydin, c. 2010s)

A quick short story, written from Vitus's POV. A collection of moments from when he was living in the city in his twenties.

(Warning: this piece is dark and contains mentions of and metaphors related to death, addiction, overdoses, suicidal ideation, dissociation, and familial trauma.)

Three secrets. Boil me down, leave me to simmer, let the excess of my life evaporate like love leaving first thing in the morning. Listen hard, then, and you’ll hear them:

#1: Ribcages hold wild animals. I’m afraid to touch mine.

I bought a bottle of mama’s perfume three months after she kicked me out. I should’ve been saving my money. I should’ve been finding a second job. I bought perfume instead.

It sits on my nightstand. I’ve never used it on myself. There’s plenty left, but I’ll always be afraid to open it. Each time I do, I’m convinced whatever little bits escape will have left the bottle permanently. I’m on a clock, and it ticks loudest when I open that little bottle. When I close my eyes and remember the way her collarbones used to smell whenever she hugged me. Like rosewater and violets, a field of flowers for me to drown in.

I scraped together some cash and bought it in a panic after my duffle bag stopped smelling of her. I’d been rummaging around in it one night, searching for a clean pair of socks, when I realized I couldn’t smell a thing. Not a goddamned thing.

I sit, curled up on my side in a bed that doesn’t belong to me, and I stare at the perfume each night until I fall asleep. Luca’s letting me crash here until his roommate gets back from visiting family overseas. I’ve never met his roommate, but I have questions for him, whenever he shows. I want to ask his name—Luca’s told me already, but I want to hear the way he says it, in his own voice. I want to know where he’s been. I want to ask if his family’s doing well, or if his grandpa is as sick as Luca says. I want to tell him I’m sorry. I want to tell him to go fuck himself. But really, I want to tell him I’m scared I won’t find another place to live after this. I want to ask him to look in my duffle bag and tell me if he can smell violets, or if she’s really gone forever. I want to ask to trade places. I want to scream at him, this total stranger, just to see what he’ll do.

I want, I want, I want.

I turn over in my secondhand bed, trying to breathe.

--

#2: Anhedonia is a symptom, not the cause. I was never taught how to treat causes.

Noor stands in the kitchen, reading off the reasons why she’s leaving me. She’s written them down, and her hands shake while she holds the half-crumpled notebook paper and speaks. I bought her that notebook for Eid al-Fitr, because she’s always liked lists. She’s filled it with love notes. She’s made lists of the shit I say that makes her laugh hardest; lists of each place we’ve gone on a date together; lists of her favorite moments with me, like those moments we steal in grocery stores and on park benches at midnight and in the backseat of her eama’s car. 

This list is one of those love notes, even if it’s ripping her apart as she reads it. I suspect her tremor has nothing to do with fear.

“You’re never home anymore,” she says. “Even when you are here, you still aren’t. I can’t be the only person in this relationship, Vitus. Where do you go all the time? Where do you go?”

These, and other questions, but I don’t catch all of them. I’m studying her face, those hard edges I fell for almost eight months ago. She’s the love of my life. Just like all the others were before her.

Eight whole months. It’s the longest anyone’s stuck around in years, and now I’m watching us blow up in slow motion like a mushroom cloud I’ve spotted in the distance. Nobody else around me has seen it yet. They don’t know we’re about to die—not the parched house plants, or the half-empty bottle of Jack on the table, or the watch on my wrist, the one my baba gave me for my twenty-first birthday that ran out of batteries years back. I sit, and watch, and wait for a tidal wave of radiation to burn through me, right down to the bone. I hope it hurts. I need it to start hurting soon, or I’ll go insane.

“Are you even fucking listening?”

Yes.

Her shampoo and conditioner are on the floor of my shower. She can’t use mine, because her hair is thicker and coils harder. I bought her another bottle of conditioner last week because hers was running low. It sits beneath my sink, never to be opened.

Her step-brother’s birthday is July 17. She’s always been jealous that he’s a summer baby because she likes warm weather best.

Her eyes look brown at first, but up close, in the light of dawn, you can see bits of hazel too. I used to tell her I loved her every day, but I always meant it most at sunrise. I don’t know when I stopped saying it. Maybe it was a while ago. Maybe I’ve only been thinking it lately. I can’t remember.

Yes, I think.

“No,” I say. “I’m not listening.”

--

#3: I’ve made a survival guide. I’ll never share it with anyone.

On nights you spend pressed up against strangers, hide your face in their hair so they can’t find your eyes. 

Fake-laugh with false friends over drinks you won’t remember mixing. This will make them look at you, but without looking too close.

Hundreds of mouths, maybe thousands, bitter or sweet, it won’t matter. You’ll hang on them for hours but you won’t remember the taste of them come the morning. 

Mourn when you realize you can’t possibly count what you can’t remember. 

Watch your latest lover do a line in the bathroom, but don’t get up off the couch to stop them. Wonder if this will be the one-line-too-much that ends it. 

Spit yourself out in blood splatters on kitchen sinks and street corners because the alternative—the swallowing, that forceful ingestion of everything you’ve let past your lips—will poison you to death. And you want to live, don’t you? Haven’t you told them all that you want to live?

This is your body. It once belonged to your mother, and if you keep it alive for just a little longer, maybe she’ll remember.

This is love, rotting as it slips through your fingers. 

This is life in exile.

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Solar Panels to Power Security Cameras - A Comprehensive Guide

With advancements in renewable energy and wireless technology, solar-powered security cameras have become an increasingly popular choice for homeowners and businesses. These cameras offer an eco-friendly and cost-effective way to monitor properties without relying on traditional power sources or extensive wiring. In this blog, we’ll explore the benefits of using solar panels to power security cameras, how they work, and tips for choosing and installing the best solar-powered security camera system for your needs.

Why Choose Solar-Powered Security Cameras?

Solar-powered security cameras combine the benefits of surveillance with the sustainability and independence of solar energy. Here are some reasons why solar-powered systems stand out:

1. Off-Grid Operation: Solar-powered cameras do not rely on the electrical grid, making them perfect for remote areas or locations without nearby power sources. You can install them in rural properties, construction sites, or distant parts of your yard or business premises.

2. Eco-Friendly Surveillance: Solar power is a clean and renewable energy source. By choosing solar-powered security cameras, you reduce your carbon footprint and contribute to a greener planet.

3. Cost Savings: Once installed, solar-powered cameras run on free solar energy. You avoid ongoing electricity costs and potentially expensive electrical work, such as digging trenches for wiring or connecting to the grid.

4. Easy Installation: Solar-powered cameras are wireless, which means there is no need for extensive electrical wiring. This makes them easier to install, move, and maintain compared to traditional wired security systems.

5. Continuous Monitoring During Power Outages: Since solar-powered cameras operate independently of the electrical grid, they continue functioning during power outages. This provides reliable security, especially in areas prone to blackouts or natural disasters.

6. Scalability: Solar-powered camera systems are modular and can be expanded as needed. You can add more cameras or solar panels without extensive infrastructure adjustments.

How Do Solar-Powered Security Cameras Work?

Solar-powered security cameras operate by converting sunlight into electricity, which is then used to power the camera and charge a battery for nighttime use or overcast days. Here’s a breakdown of the main components and how they work together:

1. Solar Panels: These are mounted on or near the camera to capture sunlight and convert it into electricity. Solar panels are sized according to the energy needs of the camera, with higher-wattage panels being necessary for more power-hungry cameras or cloudier regions.

2. Rechargeable Battery: The electricity generated by the solar panels is stored in a rechargeable battery. This battery ensures the camera operates during the night or on days when sunlight is insufficient.

3. Security Camera: Solar-powered security cameras are equipped with features like motion detection, night vision, two-way audio, and remote access. They often connect to your smartphone or home network via Wi-Fi or cellular networks, allowing you to monitor your property from anywhere.

4. Charge Controller: A charge controller manages the energy flow from the solar panel to the battery, ensuring the battery is not overcharged or depleted too quickly. This helps prolong the battery’s lifespan and maintain system efficiency.

Types of Solar-Powered Security Cameras

There are different types of solar-powered security cameras available, each designed for specific needs. Here are the main types:

1. Wi-Fi Solar Security Cameras: These cameras use your home or office’s Wi-Fi network to send video feeds to a connected device, such as a smartphone or tablet. They are ideal for areas with good Wi-Fi coverage and can be monitored remotely.

2. Cellular Solar Security Cameras: Cellular solar cameras are perfect for remote locations without Wi-Fi access. They use 4G or 5G cellular networks to transmit video footage and alerts to your smartphone. These are commonly used in rural or off-grid areas.

3. Fixed Solar Cameras: These cameras have a fixed lens and are designed to monitor a specific area. They are simple to install and are suitable for smaller properties or locations where continuous surveillance of one spot is required.

4. Outdoor Solar Cameras with Floodlights: These cameras come with integrated floodlights for enhanced night-time surveillance. The floodlights are powered by solar energy and are often motion-activated to deter intruders.

Key Considerations When Choosing Solar-Powered Security Cameras

When selecting the best solar-powered security camera system for your property, there are several factors to keep in mind:

1. Power Requirements: Different cameras have varying power requirements. Check the wattage of the camera and make sure the solar panel is capable of providing sufficient energy, especially in low-sunlight conditions. For high-energy cameras, opt for larger solar panels or multiple panels to ensure continuous operation.

2. Battery Capacity: The camera’s battery should be large enough to store sufficient energy for nighttime use or cloudy days. Look for systems with high-capacity batteries to ensure uninterrupted surveillance during periods without sunlight.

3. Weather Resistance: Since solar cameras are typically installed outdoors, they need to withstand various weather conditions. Look for cameras with an IP65 or higher weatherproof rating to ensure durability against rain, wind, and extreme temperatures.

4. Camera Features: Consider the camera’s features, such as night vision, motion detection, two-way audio, and resolution. A higher resolution (1080p or 4K) will provide clearer images, while night vision and motion detection ensure reliable security 24/7.

5. Storage Options: Some solar-powered security cameras offer cloud storage for video footage, while others come with an SD card slot for local storage. Cloud storage offers remote access to footage, but local storage is more private and does not require a monthly fee.

6. Connectivity: Depending on the location, choose between Wi-Fi or cellular cameras. Wi-Fi cameras are ideal for homes and businesses with existing networks, while cellular cameras are suitable for off-grid locations where Wi-Fi is unavailable.

7. Camera Placement: To maximize efficiency, position the camera and solar panel in a spot that receives direct sunlight for most of the day. Avoid placing them in shaded areas, and ensure that the camera’s view covers the necessary parts of your property.

Solar-powered security cameras are an innovative and practical solution for modern surveillance needs. By harnessing the power of the sun, these cameras offer cost-effective, reliable, and eco-friendly security for homes, businesses, and remote locations. With easy installation, scalable options, and uninterrupted operation, solar-powered cameras help you keep your property safe while reducing energy costs and environmental impact.

Whether you’re securing a rural property, monitoring construction sites, or adding extra security to your home, solar-powered cameras provide a smart, sustainable alternative to traditional security systems. Explore the options available and choose the best solar camera system to meet your specific needs!

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Eco-Friendly Ceiling Lights: A Guide for Singapore Homes

As sustainability becomes more critical in our everyday lives, many Singapore homeowners are shifting towards greener and more eco-friendly choices. One area where sustainable practices are making a significant impact is home lighting. If you’re considering making your home eco-conscious, ceiling lights are a great place to start. But what makes ceiling lights eco-friendly, and why are they a wise choice for Singapore homes? Let’s dive into it.

What Makes a Ceiling Light Eco-Friendly?

Eco-friendly ceiling lights consume less energy, last longer, and are made with fewer harmful materials than traditional lighting. They often come with features like LED technology, solar power, and motion sensors to ensure minimal energy wastage. Choosing eco-friendly lights also means you’re doing your part to reduce carbon emissions and lowering your home’s environmental impact.

Importance of Eco-Friendly Lighting for Singapore Homes

In Singapore, where urban living and high-rise apartments are common, energy efficiency is a priority. Lighting accounts for a significant portion of a household’s energy consumption. By switching to eco-friendly ceiling lights, you’re not only cutting down on electricity costs but also helping the nation achieve its sustainability goals.

The Benefits of Choosing Eco-Friendly Ceiling Lights

Energy Efficiency

One of the most significant benefits of eco-friendly ceiling lights is their energy efficiency. LED lights, for example, use up to 75% less energy than traditional incandescent bulbs. This reduction in energy consumption leads to lower electricity bills and less strain on power resources.

Reduction in Carbon Footprint

Choosing energy-efficient lights means fewer fossil fuels are burned to power your home, resulting in a smaller carbon footprint. With climate change being a pressing global issue, every little step towards greener living counts.

Cost Savings Over Time

While eco-friendly lights may seem pricier upfront, their longevity and lower energy usage make them cost-effective in the long run. Many LED and solar-powered ceiling lights last for several years without needing replacement.

Enhancing Home Ambience

Eco-friendly lighting options aren’t just functional — they can also enhance your home’s ambiance. LEDs, for instance, come in various color temperatures, allowing you to create the perfect atmosphere in any room.

Types of Eco-Friendly Ceiling Lights

LED Ceiling Lights

Benefits of LED Lighting

LED (Light Emitting Diode) lights are by far the most popular eco-friendly option. They consume less electricity, generate minimal heat, and last up to 25 times longer than traditional bulbs. They are ideal for homes in Singapore due to their durability and low energy consumption.

Popular LED Options in Singapore

Recessed LED Ceiling Lights

LED Chandeliers

LED Track Lights

Solar-Powered Ceiling Lights

How Solar Lights Work Indoors

Solar-powered ceiling lights capture sunlight during the day and store it in batteries for later use. Although more commonly used outdoors, innovative designs now allow for solar lights to be used indoors, particularly in spaces with large windows or skylights.

Advantages of Solar Lighting in Homes

Solar ceiling lights eliminate electricity costs entirely, making them a fantastic option for energy-conscious homeowners. They are also easy to install and require minimal maintenance.

CFL Ceiling Lights

What are CFL Lights?

CFL (Compact Fluorescent Lamp) lights are another eco-friendly option that uses less energy than incandescent bulbs. They last longer and emit a soft, pleasant light.

Comparing CFL with LED and Solar

While CFLs are more energy-efficient than traditional bulbs, they don’t match the longevity or energy savings of LED lights. However, they can be a good intermediate choice if you’re transitioning to more eco-friendly options.

Motion Sensor Ceiling Lights

Why Motion Sensors are a Game-Changer

Motion sensor lights only turn on when they detect movement, ensuring that energy isn’t wasted in empty rooms. This makes them an excellent choice for spaces like hallways, bathrooms, or storage rooms.

Areas in the Home to Use Motion Sensor Lighting

Hallways

Bathrooms

Walk-in Closets

How to Choose the Right Eco-Friendly Ceiling Light

Understanding Your Home’s Lighting Needs

Before choosing an eco-friendly light, assess the specific lighting needs of each room. Do you need bright task lighting in the kitchen or soft ambient lighting in the living room?

Choosing the Right Brightness Level

LED lights come in various lumens, which measure brightness. Opt for higher lumens in areas that require more light, like the kitchen, and lower lumens for cozy spaces like the bedroom.

Finding the Right Style for Singapore Homes

In Singapore’s modern, space-conscious apartments, sleek and minimalist designs are favored. Look for slim, recessed, or flush-mount LED ceiling lights that blend well with contemporary interiors.

Durability and Lifespan of Eco-Friendly Lights

Consider the longevity of your lighting option. LED lights typically last up to 50,000 hours, making them an excellent long-term investment for your home.

Installing Eco-Friendly Ceiling Lights

DIY Installation Tips

If you’re comfortable with electrical work, installing LED or CFL ceiling lights can be a DIY project. Always ensure that the power is turned off before starting any electrical work.

When to Hire a Professional Installer

For more complex installations like solar-powered or motion sensor lights, it’s best to hire a professional to ensure everything is wired correctly.

Ensuring Proper Wiring and Placement

Correct placement of your ceiling lights can maximize energy efficiency. Consider placing LED or solar-powered lights in areas that receive the most natural light.

Maintenance of Eco-Friendly Ceiling Lights

Easy Cleaning Tips

Dust can accumulate on ceiling lights, reducing their efficiency. Use a soft cloth to wipe down your lights regularly.

Replacing Eco-Friendly Light Bulbs

When it’s time to replace your LED or CFL bulbs, recycle them properly to minimize environmental impact.

Prolonging the Life of Your Eco-Friendly Lights

Turning off lights when not in use, and using dimmers or timers, can extend the lifespan of your eco-friendly lights.

The Future of Eco-Friendly Lighting in Singapore

Innovations in Lighting Technology

With ongoing advancements in lighting technology, we can expect even more efficient and sustainable options in the coming years.

Singapore’s Push Towards Sustainability

The Singapore government is encouraging homeowners to adopt eco-friendly practices, including energy-efficient lighting, as part of its Green Plan 2030.

Government Incentives for Green Lighting

Look out for government rebates or incentives when you make energy-efficient upgrades to your home.

Common Misconceptions About Eco-Friendly Lighting

“Eco-Friendly Lights are Too Expensive”

While the upfront cost might be higher, the long-term savings in energy bills make eco-friendly lights a cost-effective option.

“Eco-Friendly Lights are Dim”

LED and other eco-friendly lights are available in various brightness levels, meaning you can choose the level that suits your needs.

“They Don’t Last Long Enough”

In reality, eco-friendly lights like LEDs last significantly longer than traditional bulbs, sometimes up to 25 times longer.

Conclusion

Eco-friendly ceiling light offer numerous benefits, from reduced energy consumption to lower carbon footprints and long-term cost savings. With various options available, including LED, solar-powered, and CFL lights, Singapore homeowners can easily make the switch to sustainable lighting. By choosing eco-friendly ceiling light singapore, you’re not only enhancing your home’s efficiency but also contributing to a greener future.

FAQs

Are eco-friendly ceiling lights more expensive upfront?

Yes, but their long-term cost savings in energy bills make them a smart investment.

How long do LED ceiling lights last?

LED ceiling lights can last up to 50,000 hours, making them one of the most durable lighting options.

Can I use solar-powered ceiling lights indoors?

Yes, as long as they receive enough sunlight to charge their batteries during the day.

What’s the best eco-friendly ceiling light option for a small apartment?

LED recessed or flush-mount lights are ideal for small spaces, providing bright, efficient lighting without taking up much room.

How do I dispose of eco-friendly light bulbs?

Recycle them at designated collection points to minimize their environmental impact.