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definefaulty · 18 days ago

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gym-bro oc x male reader

~mlm nsfw, top male reader, size difference (reader is thinner), public (in a gym lol), slur (f-word, used lightly)~

he’s your older brother’s best friend, a tall jacked guy with huge arms, and legs. he comes over all the time, not really talking to you beyond saying hi, one time asking where another bathroom is. but damn he’s eye candy, usually wearing a tight t-shirt and short-shorts, the fabric hugging his muscles to show off. his face is hot too, straight out a movie, and his eyes always look so flirty, so confident. you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t made some appearances in dreams, waking up hard as hell.

at some point your brother had left in the evening suddenly, mumbling something about a girlfriend? you guess she was upset about something and he rushed out, and then there was that knock on the front door. you were always the one to answer it cause your brothers a lazy ass, and you could even recognize the sound. when you opened the door you found him standing there as usual, hands in his pockets and a backpack on one shoulder, his lips moving to smirk at you, looking down.

“oh, hey bud.”

they were supposed to go the gym that night, some twenty-four-seven one thats empty during the late hours, and your brother never told him he had to switch plans. such a guy. feeling bad you had invited him in anyway, sat him on the couch and got him a glass of water. talking on the couch together is when you finally learned his name is Michael, he tells you to call him Mike. he learns yours too and flashes a bright smile at you, that has you feeling like you're floating a bit. he ends up inviting you to the gym with him, feeling your shoulders and arms and saying he could help you out, y’know, and yeah staying up so late was not your plan but the prospect of watching him lift weights? hot and sweaty? maybe even doing squats? so you said sure! and changed into some gym clothes and he drove you there.

the parking lot is as deserted as he claimed, sparse lights are on at the front entrance. the night air is cool and calm as you both walk through the street and enter, met with the hum of fluorescent lighting and a slight smell of sweat. there’s a scan by the archway to enter the gym proper, which unlocks some closed doors, and he uses his phone to put a guest with him. he leads you down the walkway where you survey the rows of equipment, totally empty. lights turn on as you walk by motion sensor, and stopping inside the mens locker room he deposits his backpack, taking out a water bottle.

back out the locker room Mike finds a clear space and starts you both off to warm up. it consists of a lot of jumping jacks, where you get to watch his tits bounce behind his T’ and some stretches, his warm hands holding your waist pushing you forward to reach your toes. your breathing is already getting heavy, more because of how close he is than the exercises.

then you move to the weights, walking around the bench press. Mike lays some weight onto the bar for himself to slide under.

“just stand at the head there,” he explains, settling down on his back and situating his grip on the bar.

“sure,” you have to clear your throat, standing above him.

you’re too aware of how close your crotch is to his face, his eyes focusing on the bar. he breathes deep and focused, lifting the bar up and beginning his reps. unsure if you’re supposed to he spotting, or something, you just watch the flex in his arms, and how his pecs push together on the up, sweat forms along his forehead and neck, tantalizingly dripping down his popping veins and flexing muscles. you swallow, trying to get your gaze off as you feel blood to start to move down. it doesn’t help when your eyes land on his spread legs, thick thighs flattening on the bench, his shorts revealing much of his skin. you instead look away at the empty space of the gym, trying to remind yourself where you are.

you’re stirred back to Mike when he places the bar back with a metallic clang, breathing hard. he sits up and turns to you with a smile.

“wanna give it a go?”

you clear your throat, stepping back from the bench, “yeah, sure.”

he gets himself off the bench, removing most of the weight on it. you can't help staring at the sweat collecting on the back of his shirt, running down the muscles on his back. he places the last weight down on the stack nearby, patting the bench.

"here ya' go."

laying down where he just was a second ago has your skin rising, feeling his warmth on your back. you place both hands on the bar mostly trying not to stare as he stands over you, his crotch over your face and his pecs standing out from this position. its then you notice how visible his dick is, and realize he might not be wearing underwear.

"put your hands like this," he says, moving yours.

his hands are rough and warm, making you jump slightly as he touches you. he keeps his hands close to yours as you lift the bar and start to bring it down, the weight making your arms and chest burn, the movement also sends more blood down, starting to fill your dick out. you try to focus on just your arms, clenching your muscles to distract from whats happening down there, but he watches you closely, squating down a little to follow the bar, his crotch coming closer to you.

"yeah, good job," he says, "couple more."

you grunt with the effort, the burn starting to be too much and just about get the bar back on the legs, letting your arms drop with fast breaths. he chuckles deeply above you, leaning on one hip with his eyes cast downward. everything is making it so difficult to not have a boner.

"i think you could some more."

you sigh loudly, furrowing your eyebrows at him, "i can't!"

"trust me, you just need some," your jaw drops as he pulls the front of his shorts down slowly, his cock spilling out above you, "motivation."

"we're..." your mouth waters, heart pounding so hard it kinda hurts, "we're in the... someone could see!"

"nah, relax," his voice is smooth, he squats down a bit and presses his hardening dick to your cheek, "no one's here, and trust me, they won't find out."

you can't find the words to even argue, and when he drags his cock into your mouth you wouldn't be able to say them. instead your tongue laps at the head of his dick, getting under his foreskin, he hums with the stimulation, low and gravelly, and pushes himself further into your mouth. you moan around him, hands reaching up to grab his hips, moving him forward to fuck your face. he pushes further, his cock hitting the back of your throat, you breath through your nose, smelling the musk from his ballsack as it drags on the front of your face, his shorts are dropped now, your hands move over his asscheeks that you can just about see, massaging the meaty mounds. he groans loudly throwing his head back, feeling the bitter taste of pre cum in your mouth and his cock filling your throat. you start gagging and he pulls out, a thick string of spit connecting the end of his cock to your mouth. he breathes heavily, flicking the strings of saliva and cum onto your face.

"okay, four more reps."

you huff, feeling your lips swelling and your throat used, "really?"

"yes, really," he laughs, stroking his cock above you, "this will be fun."

with a rush of determination you grab the bar, and he moves over you again, his wet cock dangingly right above your face, and his thighs around your head. your cock is fully tenting your pants, your pulse rushing blood around at top speed. he spots you as you lift the bar once again and try to speed through the reps, your arms a bit shaky but as he squats to follow you his dick is long enough that you lick the tip, and he laughs.

"don't rush it!"

you laugh, and push through the fourth rep, loudly putting the bar on again. Mike leans down to kiss you, your mouths colliding in a sloppy spit filled mess, your tongues meeting in the middle as you hold his neck. he pulls of with a gasp, his lips wet, and stands again to put his cock in your mouth, you take it with more eagerness, hallowing out your cheeks and wrapping your tongue around it, humming so he feels the vibration. he holds the sides of the bench, using the leverage to start thrusting into your throat, his balls slap your nose as he loudly moans into the empty gym.

"fucking good faggot," he growls, "thats a good mouth.."

you fight through the gags, grabbing his cheeks again, pulling them apart and then pushing together, watching it over the obsceneness of his balls flying in and out of view. his words fuel a fire in your chest, determined to get him under you next. he pulls away and you gasp for breath, sitting up and wipping the drool all over your chin, you meet eyes as you do, both of you grinning.

"you should do your second set, don't you think?" you tilt your head to the side, faining an innocent smile despite your flushed face and abused throat.

he nods smiling, "of course."

he picks his shorts back up, his hard cock pressing down his thigh, the tip sticking out the end. he trades places with you laying down again, neither of you bothering to actually put more weight on. he grabs the bar as you get ontop of him, you gulp, nerves dancing in your stomach. he winks at you as he starts, and you steel yourself to tug your pants down, getting your cock out your underwear. he breathes hard and slow, his eyes totally focused on your member, you don't have to squat down as much as him, dragging your tip around his handsome face, over his lips, where his tongue darts out to lick the underside of your dick. it sends a shudder through you, your eyes darting to make sure the gym is really empty, before you look down to watch your cock sink into his waiting mouth, in time with him moving the bar down. you groan, feeling his mouth contract around your girth, grabbing the sides of his face you push it all the way in, enjoying the feeling of your ballsack on his face, pushing your pelvis nearly flat against his face. his moans vibrate around your cock making your eyes roll, and you start moving up and down, reaching forward to grab his pecs, massaging his hard nipples through his thin shirt.

you give him a moment to breath, still moving the light weight up and down. you stroke yourself as you move forward a bit for him to suck your balls, his tongue darts around to flick across your hole, and you drag your cock across his tongue sticking out, smacking it on his mouth. then you pick up a pace of fucking it, watching your cock bulge in his throat, he gags around you as you get rougher, feeling the slimy warmth of his throat milking your cock. he smacks your thigh to signal you, standing back up your cock drags a thick amount of saliva with it, mixed in with your pre cum. he gasps, placing the bar back, tears running down his face, you coo at him.

"sorry, too much for you, big boy?"

he shakes his head, face flush, you can see a wet spot forming in his shorts, "no, you can keep using me."

"that what you want? you want your friend’s little brother to mess you up?" you stroke yourself to his face, your mind darkening with lewd ideas.

"yes—yes, please."

you feel yourself harden more, moving around him quickly to straddle him, getting yourself under the bar you quickly move his shirt up and over, him lifting your arms to let you. grabbing the meat of his pecs you push them together to sandwich your cock inbetween, his skin is hot and smooth, sweat adding to the lubricant of his saliva all over your cock. you thrust yourself between his pecs, the tip of your dick meeting his mouth where he kisses it, sticks his tongue out to lick it.

"fuck, your tits feel good," you moan, he nods and you notice his hand moving as masturbates behind you, "big slutty tits, all for me right?"

you thrust forward farther, letting your cock move into his mouth, basically sitting on his chest now, you throw your head back and moan into the air, inching forward to get your cock in deeper. your thighs rest on the sides of his head, and you grip his hair, keeping his head flat as you start fucking into his head, the base of your cock moving over his tongue, wet gags filling the gym.

"who's the fag now? isn't it you? my bitch!" you smile devilishly down at him and he moans even more.

you pull out his mouth, feeling yourself almost get too close. he coughs and sits up carefully, you feel his cock press against your ass as he does and your back hit the bar. he grabs your face and drags you down for more kissing, you taste your own salty pre cum in his mouth, running your tongue over his. you both pull back with a gasp, his eyes staring into yours as you both take a moment to catch your breath.

"how about," he says between gasps, "we do squats, and you spot me?"

you laugh a bit, understanding where this game is going.

the gym is smelling of spit now, but you two move over to the squat rack with tents in your pants, his shirt slung over his shoulder. you two take a swig from his water bottle, the water trickles down his jaw and it’s even more erotic than it would have been an hour ago.

he doesnt put a lot of weight on the machine, because obviously this is not going to be a strength workout. he looks at you a bit shyly from the side, as he drags his shorts down and kicks them off, now stark naked in the fucking gym. you shake your head looking around you two again, palming your cock. he stands under the bar and gets it up, clearing his throat.

"just, stand behind me, y'know."

"i got it."

you get close behind him, letting your eyes wander over his broad shoulders by your face, down his back where it slims down, and then his sculpted fat cheeks, where you decide to kneel down to their level.

"go ahead, then."

he squats down, his cheeks spreading to reveal his hole, pink and puckered, smooth as his chest is. you waste no time in burrying your face in, your tongue lapping his hole. he gasps, getting low in his squat, then standing back up, you stay kneeled, wipe some drool off your chin.

"keep going."

he nods, squatting down again, you grab his cheeks when he gets low, shoving your tongue into his hole tasting his sweat, your tongue gets in only a bit before he stands again, his legs shaking a little. he breathes hard, squats again, your face meets his ass as planned and you prod his hole with a finger at the same time, getting another gasp from him.

"fuck," he whines as he stands, "i want your cock already."

"patience," you say teasingly.

when he goes down again you shove your finger in, he groans at the intrusion and you watch with amusment as your finger drags out his tightness, you repeat this as he squats more, getting his hole ready for your cock. eventually you decide, fuck it, literally, and drop your pants as he reaches the height of a squat, and starts going down, you plan on going slow, following him up to get it in, but when he gets to where your cock is you guess you got the height wrong with how low you are, and your cock sinks all the way in.

"fuuuck!" he moans, "keep—keep it in!"

"oh, fuck," you move with him, wrapping your arms around his torso you both stand from a squat.

his walls crush your dick, squeezing so tightly the pleasure is almost painful, you raise to the tips of your toes, stretching to keep most of your cock in. his own dangles between his legs, pre cum starting to drip out of it. he squats back down and you follow, the both of you moaning, your face next to his. his whole body feels hot and wet with sweat, your cock getting grinded into and pushed further inside his guts.

"fuck, feels so good," he whines, his legs and arms shake.

"probably should," you have to suck in through your teeth as he stands, "put that bar back."

"yeah," he says breathlessly, his mouth hanging open.

you two move back together to do so, he steps under it and leans his arms over the bar, arching his back and sticking his butt out.

"fuck me, please," he moans, looking at you over his shoulders, his eyes are hungry and he shakes his ass, both globes wobbling tantilizingly.

you breath out of your mouth, having to rise up a little to get it in. when the head of your cock breaches again you both moan, eyes rolling. he holds onto the bar for dear life, you clutch his hips and start driving your own, his cheeks bouncing with your thrusts. the lew sounds of skin slapping fill the gym, along with your moans.

he mumbles inchorently, his face laying on the bar, "fuck my pussy—fuck my pussy-"

his face is still so manly looking, his voice deep, big muscles and frame, split on your cock and moaning like he's in heat. you grab the bottom of your shirt and bite on it, hands bruising his skin. his ass sucks your cock back in everytime you pull it out, slamming your hips forward. you groan and lay forward on his back, letting your shirt fall out your mouth to bite on his shoulder, running your tongue over his skin and sucking. you hug him from behind, kissing more over his shoulders, and reach down to grasp his cock, sliding his foreskin up and down. his moans get quicker and higher, and you feel his legs start to bend. you stand up again, slowing your thrusts, having to clench your ass together to keep from cumming. his pussy clenches as you drag yourself out, his hole gaped and winking at you, he lets out a low groan, hanging onto the bar by his arms and letting his hips stick out more.

"i have another idea," you say between breathes, picking your pants up but leaving your cock hanging over the waist.

you grab his clothes and bottle, as he huffs standing up. sweat has collected along his forehead, his eyes wet, his big chest heaving with his breaths, a string of cum leaking from his cock onto the mat. you shake your head and sigh, pointing towards a chest press by the locker room. he lets a breath out, standing with his arms on his hips, you smile to yourself, he'd be like an athelete mid competition, if he wasn't naked and having sex.

he settles down onto the machine, "put some weight on it, i wanna see those tit's work," you say and wink at him.

he blushes a bit, moving the lever lower. he's still naked and you get on your knees between his, he looks down at you almost shy from his position, you wonder where that confident smug act went, you figure you fucked it out of him.

"go ahead," you tell him, and grab his cock, slurping up a string of cum from it.

"okay," he whispers.

he looks up as if to focus, moving the sides of the machine forward, the view is as is good as you hoped, his pecs flexing together with effort, veins popping in his neck. you swallow his cock, dragging your tongue around it and start slurping loudly around him, your other hand pumping your own dick.

"oh fuck," he breathes, each movment getting a exhalation as your head bobs up and down on him.

you moan staring up at him, his cock is hard as a rock in your mouth, the weight lifiting make his pulse quicken with every push and everytime his cock pushes into your throat.

you let your cock go to get your fingers in his ass again, having to squirm them in under his balls. his head falls back, his body covered with sweat, probably getting the seat super wet. you move your fingers as much as you can, burrying your nose in his pelvis with a deep breath.

"fuck i'm close," he exclaims, his thighs spreading and he moves forward, shoving his cock further.

you fight the gag coming on, getting your head higher and quickly moving up and down in a long slurping motion. you dig your fingers inside as deep as they go, pressing forward on his prostate, trying to milk him dry.

its then that you both hear the front door open, literal feet from the entrance to where anyone can see you.

you both jump, making wide-eyed contact for a second, before you dart for the clothes and he runs into the locker room, you're right behind him, making sure the door closes gently.

through the gap you're just in time to see your brother walking in, looking around the gym.

you shut the door, both on the verge of laughing and panic, your cock still hanging. you turn to Mike who's also panicked, and gasping for breath.

"it's my brother!" you whisper.

his eyes widen more, leaning forward, "what? shit," he looks to the side, his head probably spinning.

"Mike?" you hear your brother calling, walking closer to the locker room.

you quickly scan around, the lockers are pretty tall and did look spacious, it's a crazy idea but with no time to think you throw one open and drag Mike inside by his wrist, getting the door closed as you hear the locker room door open.

"you in here?"

you hear footsteps as he walks in, passing the locker you're both squeezed inside, probably going to check the showers further inside.

it's a bad moment, stuck in this close space, both of you trying to hold your breath, but you look down to his ass, exposed and in front of your cock, against your better judgment (not that you still have that) you grasp your shaft, lick your lips, and line yourself up at his entrance.

you look up to find him looking back at you, his big shoulders trapped between the locker walls, he bites his lower lip, slowly sticking his ass out to you and covering his mouth with his hand.

you'd swear if it wouldn't be so loud, and start pushing in.

his ass sucks you right in and you quickly get your shirt off to stick it in your mouth, laying your hands on his waist again. you move agonizingly slow, watching his eyes roll above you as your cock stretches and fills him, your jaw clenching down on your shirt to stifle any moans. when you bottom out he looks back down at you with desperate eyes, scared and horny.

your brother sighs loud as fuck, annoying as always, and stomps by the locker you’re in leaving the locker room.

you both wait a bit, cupping his sweaty ass and moving what small amount you can for some relief. his hole clenches and unclenches your cock, he moans behind his hand with his eyes shut.

its a minute before he opens the locker door, checking side to side to make sure the locker room is empty. you walk out behind him, inspecting how much you just drooled into your shirt.

"think he's gone?" Mike asks, looking back to you, then down, you see him gulp.

"probably," you kick your pants off, tosing them behind you in the locker with the other clothes, "lemme breed you."

he moves you to lay down on the bench in the center of the room, straddling your hips. he frots your cocks together and leans down to kiss you, more sloppy making out as the buzz of nerves at almost getting caught fade, into the wet bliss of his mouth.

he bites your lip as he pulls back, letting it go and shifting forward to get your dick under his hole. he sits on it slowly, his head tipping backward as he leans back onto his hands.

you groan leaning back with your hands holding your head, watching your cock disappear under him. he starts riding you, his big cock bouncing up and down, slapping onto your stomach and against his abs.

"i've wanted this so bad," he whines.

"me too," your breathlessly reply, "you feel so fucking good."

you watch his pecs bounce as he moves, his thighs pumping with the effort. your hips thrust up to meet him, a beautiful expression of pleasure on his face, jaw hanging open.

your balls tighten, your core flexing as you feel your orgasm approaching, not fighting it anymore.

"i'mma cum soon," you groan.

"yes—fuck yes, cum in me!"

you sit up, crashing into his mouth, and move kissing down his jaw, sucking on the side of his neck. he holds your head there, his arm around your shoulders, moaning your name with feverish need.

your abs burn thrusting up into him, holding his ass in both hands, with another thrust your eyes roll back, your load shooting inside him. you bite on his skin, burying your face into his pecs as your orgasm rocks through you, cum unloading through your dick. you fall back onto the bench, spent, as Mike rides your cock more, squeezing his nipples, the overstimulation has you yelling his name, hands squeezing his thighs, his eyes are rolled back chasing a hands-free orgasm.

"i’m cumming baby!" he yells, "i'm cumming oh my god—"

his noises are so loud and high pitched, and with a final landing of his ass on your hips, your cock getting abused in his cunt, cum squirts out his cock without being touched.

his load lands on your face and you taste the bitterness on your mouth, it coats your chest and stomach in his warm semen. you're both gasping hard, and he lays down ontop of you, your softening cock still inside, mixing his cum between your chests.

you take a moment just holding him there, the post nut clarity of everything you've done just now hitting like an ice bucket. you swallow dryly, but can't actually feel bad.

"fuck," he says, "we really need to clean up and go."

after showing in the gym as quickly as you could (really just washing the sweat and cum off) you both threw on your clothes, despite the sweat and drool in them, and some spots of cum that must've leaked inside the locker. in the parking lot you find just Mike's car and your brothers, who's leaning against the hood looking at his phone.

with fear in your stomach you approach, he looks up hearing your footsteps.

"Mike! you?" He asks, "where the fuck were you two? and what are you doing here?"

you clear your throat, "we were using the bathroom earlier, then showered. and i was taking care of the friend you ditched!" you say, giving a shrug and moving past him to get in the passenger seat, "it's late, lets go home!"

he looks from you incredulously to Mike, who laughs a little, his backpack hanging from one shoulder.

"i figured your lil bro could use some meat on him y'know," he says with a shy smile, "though, he actually has more than i thought," he adds a bit quieter.

you shut the car door, huffing a sigh of relief. your brother dabs Mike bye, and as he turns Mike looks at you, giving a small wave, his eyes darting down. you think about your load still inside him, how he didn't actually clean that out, and gulp.

your relationship with your brother's best friend has just gotten totally fucked. you don't feel bad towards that shithead though, just adjust your cock watching Mike walk to his car.

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half-dead-ham · 7 months ago

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Tim Drake's I.E.F chapter 2

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Going in alone wasn't his best idea, but maybe he wasn't alone?

The last month has been weird for Tim.

His days have been mostly normal, conference meetings and emails for WE, school, and family drama were all as okay as usual. His nightlife, however, was driving him crazy, for multiple reasons. Well, mainly just two reasons.

The first reason was the big case he was working on. Department store robberies and break & enters focusing on electronics have been popping up throughout Old Gotham and the City Hall District. Reports say the goods just vanish from sight, only to reappear on the black market. The fact that security cameras and motion sensors in the stores can't detect the perps means that Tim is either working with advanced camouflaging tech, or a meta. He hopes it isn't a meta… Either way he can't find them and it's giving him a massive headache.

The second reason is the thing that's been following him almost since the beginning of the case. It started with one of the robberies, either the third or fourth. Tim had gotten a call from the GCPD about a theft at an older repair shop with the same M.O. as a few of the previous thefts they've gotten over the week, and the officers wanted help looking for evidence. He showed up and they took him behind the counter to show him the—frankly piss-poor quality—CCTV footage.

It didn't make sense, one minute the parts were there, old stereos and DVD players lining the shelves, and the next poof! They had vanished. It had Tim replaying the tape—literal tape!—over and over to try and see through the pixely mess for anything useful. By the fourth replay he was getting a tension migraine and the officers that had directed him to the tube TV displaying it had moved on to other parts of the shop.

He felt it then. A cold… something bumps the back of his head. Too cold for any living person, short of Mr. Freeze, had any right to be. He whipped around expecting for the officers to be tied up, a gun at his head, something different that he hadn't noticed because he was too focused on the damn tape. But he found nothing. The cops were still looking at the shelves and racks lined with spare parts, the lights of their cars still flashing through the floor to ceiling storefront windows.

Tim was reeling.

He was sure he felt something, he was sure! He could still feel something, a chill creeping down the back of his spine and an extra set of eyes on him he couldn't account for by where the officers were standing. Just to make sure he did a few sweeps of the shop with the different view modes built into the lenses in his domino mask.

He forgot the fact that what had touched him was cold due to lack of sleep and hadn't switched to infrared. If he had he would have seen a person sized cold spot floating above him.

'Lack of sleep must be getting to me more than I thought.' He had to grumble at the voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Dick telling him that coffee wasn't a sleep substitute and he was 'a growing boy that needs his rest!'

He ignored that voice and turned back to the tapes, still feeling the eyes on him.

After that it became a regular thing, the cops would tell him about another robbery, he'd show up, then after a little while he'd get that cold creep up his spine and feel that invisible set of eyes on him. It was honestly driving Tim more crazy than the 'ghost thieves' as the GCPD were calling them. A few times he thought he could see something out of the corner of his eye, a flash of white and black, an extra silhouetted reflection above and behind him in a window or mirror. He knew something was following him.

The eighth time it showed up it wasn't at a crime scene, he was perched on a rooftop near the clock tower, enjoying the view, when he felt those—by now—familiar eyes on him. With a better view to the open space he tried to get a look at the thing following him (this time switching to inflated even!) but as it was already mid fall it was too cold to get a good reading up so high at this time of night.

'Why is it so insistent on following me?' he thought exasperatedly. It wasn't like he was one of the more interesting vigilantes in Gotham. From the way this creature felt (predatory, like a wolf stalking a deer) it would probably have loads more fun stalking Jason, or maybe it'd like Dick more, with his funny quips and fluid movements. Tim was… he was Tim, the smart one, but he wasn't very flashy or enthusiastic about what he does. He was just one of the bats, the replacement, and not a very good one if he got replaced.

A snowflake landed on Tim's nose, startling him out of his depressive spiral. He looked up, wondering how long he had been like that, when two things occurred to him. One, it was late September, it wasn't due to snow for at least two more months, it couldn't be snowing unless one of the colder rouges got out of Arkham and decided to build another weather machine. Two, the thing. It was right next to him. He could feel it watching him. It was… was it worried for Tim? Had it noticed Tim going down a bad train of thought and decided to startle him out of it… with a snowflake?

He discreetly inches his hand over to where he thought the creature was beside him, but only came into contact with the cornice underneath them. Retracting his hand, he let his legs drop out from under him, going from a crouch to a sit and letting the circulation back into his feet. He looked out into Gotham and watched the lights of the cars travel underneath them. It was peaceful, until Oracle called him about a shooting two blocks west of his location.

The being stuck with him until his patrol ended, and by the end of the night he figured even if the thing was creepy and following him, he didn't mind the company.

Then he told Dick about it.

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Tim was riding to his stakeout spot when he felt the presence come up beside him. He no longer thought it was malicious, despite how weird it felt, and he had noticed a few more times of the thing trying to be useful while on patrol; tripping up thugs, redirecting stray bullets away from him, highlighting clues during an investigation (he still doesn't know how it made the weapon actually glow.) It was nice knowing someone had his back that weren't his annoying siblings, who still thought he was making the thing up.

He stopped two blocks down from the electronic store his contacts had told him would be targeted tonight and set off to don't a good vantage point. The bakery across the street wasn't ideal, but it had a good view and a large enough smoke stack that he could easily hide behind if needed, so he went around the back to the fire escape. Two attempts was all it took to get the ladder clanging to the alley pavement, and knowing his family he'd be getting called rusty or a disgrace by at least two of them if they knew he didn't get it on the first try.

The bloom of frost on the back of his neck made him shiver and refocused his thoughts back on the mission. He scaled up to the first landing and resecured the ladder to its upright position, then went the rest of the way two rungs at a time. He hopped up onto the back ledge of the building and strides across to the front, booting up the security bypass coding feature to connect him to the CCTV footage of the store in front of him.

He worked to get all the cams up in a grid then waited, absently noticing the cold presence floating in loose circles around his head. The sounds of Gotham's nightlife has his mind wandering as he went back to the morning he accidentally told Dick about his patrol company.

"Awwwee, Timmy has an imaginary friend!" He'd exclaimed, getting the attention of the rest of the breakfast table.

Stephanie, lovable Stephanie, burst into a guffawing laughter, Duke barely restraining his giggles behind his hand. Damian had just sent him a scowl for interrupting the peace.

"It's not imaginary, Dick, the thing following me is real! It landed a snowflake on my nose last night. It's September! We won't have snow for another two months! Explain how that could have happened Dick." He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.

"You sure you weren't just imagining it?" He countered with a stupid, stupid smirk.

Tim did not pout, he didn't, especially when the other two burst into another fit of unchecked laughter. Knowing he wouldn't get anywhere with them, he decided to take his death wish coffee back to his room to answer some company emails.

The alarm blaring from the store in front of him brought him back out of his reminiscence, realzing he'd only been half paying attention to the security feed, and that the cold spot was now right over his shoulder.

A silent curse was all he gave before standing up, -the cold floating off a bit- and pressing the button on his comms to an open channel.

"Oracle, it's RR." The comms popped and came to life with a response.

"Red, I'm guessing you couldn't see anything on the CCTV footage?"

He was hoping the better equipped Oracle had noticed something, but with the tone of her voice, that wasn't the case.

"So you didn't see anything either?" He replied with a groan. So much for that lead. Walking a few paces away from the cornice he groaned, "what kind of tech could hide someone from all the cameras in there?"

No reply meant Oracle was just as stumped as he was, and after a pregnant pause he murmured "you think it could be a meta?"

Continuing with the thought would only give him another headache, but he couldn't dismiss the possibility. "That could be why we didn't even see the goods getting moved," he added on.

"That's a worrying possibility, but even metas leave traces. Maybe something will come up during the investigation this time? See what you can find."

"I'll try, but I don't know how much I'll find even if I can see them," was all he could say in reply. It was sad how little he'd been able to get during the last dozen investigations, and he doubts it'll be different for this one.

He was alerting the police while keeping up the conversation with Oracle when he felt something go through him. He couldn't suppress the full body shudder he had to the sensation. It was like someone had poured ice water down his front and caught it with a towel before it could reach his leg, and he did not like that.

He breathed out a wheezy "what the fuck?" Before needing to stumble back on stiff knees.

"RR, are you okay? What happened?" It was so sudden he couldn't shut his comm off. Great, now he needed to explain to Oracle what was happening.

Shakily he sputtered "I-I'm f-f-fine. My patrol buddy just gave me the worst heebie-jeebies e-ever."

"Patrol buddy? Tim, no one's in your vicinity to be on patrol with you, who are you talking about?"

"Oh, are we talking about Timmy's imaginary friend again?" Dick broke in, stupid open channel, stupid slow crime night.

"Imaginary friend? Tim, are you okay, you told us you were getting enough sleep after patrols." The worry in her voice would have been comforting if he couldn't hear Dick's smarmy smirk all the way from Blüdhaven.

"Don't worry O, Timmers' here is just finally getting to be a kid again," Dick explained lightly. Tim wanted to strangle him right now, the concern radiating from Barbara's end was not helping.

"I don't know Dick, this could be something bad, what if he's hallucinating due to lack of sleep? It's happened more than once already."

Tim snapped at that. "The amount of sleep I'm getting is neither of your concerns! Just because I'm getting less than recommended doesn't mean none at all. And no I am not hallucinating! I just felt something go through me and nothing's here! I'm-" He was cut off by Dick saying something about a cold with all the shivering he was doing but he quickly cut that off.

"No I'm not coming down with something Dick!" He shouted into the comm. He was tired of his family making fun of him for being stalked. Sure, the thing stalking him may be friendly, and may help him get out of spiralling thoughts, but it could be a spy! Or an evil alien come to replace him! Or one of their rouges' new secret weapons! And they're laughing about him having an imaginary friend! That was all kinds of degrading he didn't want to have on him.

Before he could get another word out his wrist computer beeped. Stunned and confused to silence, Tim raised his gauntlet to show that, somehow, his tracker was travelling away from him and towards the docks.

He was still on the same roof he was on half an hour ago.

"What?" Was what came out of his mouth, mentally followed by a 'the fuck?' as he watched the little blinking light speed through the grid representing Gotham's street system. Frowning further he stuck his other hand into the front left pouch in his utility belt, the one that normally held the tracker. He felt around in it as though the pouch was deeper than a few fingers, and pulled back his gloved hand with nothing in it. His tracking bug wasn't in his belt. Remembering the full body chill he got moments before, he realized the sensation ended just below his belt.

Where his tracker used to be.

His head shot up, swivelling and searching for something he knows he won't find with his eyes. The cold spot had travelled to the back of the building and was slowly making its way back to him, coming from the sound of screeching tires it wasn't hard to make the connection.

His buddy just put a lead in his lap, and damn if Tim wasn't going to take it.

Interrupting whatever lame spiel Dick was ranting about, Tim cut in.

"Guys, I think I got a lead." He was met with a few seconds of dead air before both Dick and Babs blew up on him.

"What?!- How?!- When did you see them?- Do you need backup?- how did you get sight of them if you were talking to us?-"

Tim cut them off again, he loved his family, but sometimes they could be loud.

"Something took my tracker. I don't know what has it but it's heading to the docks, I'm going to see where it's headed and maybe find some clues about either who took it, or that tech."

Dick spoke up, worry laced in his serious tone, "Tim this is a really good time to point out that this could be a trap. Whatever has your bug was able to take it off you without you noticing, maybe you should get someone to go with?"

The presence seemed to droop at Dick's worrying, if it really just gave him the one thing to bust this case open, he couldn't not go.

"I don't think it's a trap," he replied. "If what I think happened, then that thing that's stalking me might just have given me the lead I need to bust this case open. And yes I know you guys still don't believe me about the thing, but I've seen and felt too many things over the past month not to think something's keeping tabs on me."

While they couldn't see them, the hand gestures gave him some relief for his exasperation. Grumbling the last bit made him feel like he was talking to an older brother though, which, he guessed he was, technically.

"I'll be in Gotham soon for the weekend, radio me if anything, and I mean anything comes up, okay?" Dick's older brother qualities really shine through at times like these, making a spot in Tim's chest warm.

He sent a small reassuring "will do" through the channel before turning his comm off. He needed off that roof to follow the tracker, and even while rushing to his bike he kept glancing at his computer to make sure the bug wouldn't magically go offline.

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Finding the tracking bug wasn't all that difficult, when it finally stopped in a section of the docks known for shady deals and villain hideouts Tim had to ditch the bike in favour of the stealthier rooftop option. He really didn't want any other criminals noticing him, and even though the bike was quiet, it wasn't that quiet. Corrugated steel wasn't the best surface for freestyle parkour, but when you're part of the bat family you get used to it. The fact that it had rained earlier in the day meant he had to be extra careful with how he landed, if he didn't want to slip up between jumps.

His patrol buddy seemed to be getting more active the further they went into the area, feeling the cold spot circling around his head as though waiting for something to jump out, and Tim had to wonder if that was a good or bad thing. He hoped it was the first option.

Tim had to refocus as they bounded over another rooftop and came up on the warehouse in which his tracer had stopped in. It was lit up like a Christmas tree compared to the surrounding buildings, unnecessary, but a good first clue to what's going on inside.

Three guards, all armed with handguns, were positioned at the main entrances but weren't doing a very good job of being lookouts. Seemed like an amateur group, then, all the better. Amateurs in Gotham were stupid and overconfident, they didn't know how to handle the bats and were often brushed away as easily as Alfred sweeping up dust.

Finding an entry point was easy, after circling the building via adjacent rooftops Tim figured the open window in the rear end of the building, that probably led to an old office space, would be his best bet. He made sure there wasn't anyone in the room, then used his grapple gun to launch himself through the frame in such a way Dick would be proud of. Rolling on his shoulder and coming up in a crouch, he canvassed the room for bugs or weapons (empty as it was.) Finding nothing he crept his way out through the doorway and into the hallway.

The hallway held five more doors, most likely leading to more old offices, but unlike his entry point these frames all had their doors intact. Investigating to make sure the second floor was clear of people would be his first task, but a sound reverberating from the open end of the hallway had him creeping to the grated catwalk above the main part of the warehouse to investigate.

He gasped. 'This is it,' Tim thought as he observed the floor below, 'all of the stolen tech is right here!' Thirty men dressed in black and armed were sorting through gaming consoles, PC towers, camera equipment and other devices on his left. On his right were three vans, one with its back doors swung open, revealing the freshly stolen flatscreen displays they had pilfered from the electronic store only an hour before.

He watched it all, taking note of the stark white belts some of the goons wore and taking photos through his domino lenses. A quiet scuff behind him had Tim instinctively swerving out of the way of a lead pipe aimed for his head. Kicking out and catching his attacker on the shins, the thugs' forward momentum carried him face first into the iron mesh grate keeping them on the second floor. Tim smiled a little at the mental image of the guy going splat, but the humour was short lived as the impact of the fall had loosened the grunts grip of his still outstretched arm on his weapon. Causing the pipe to roll out of his hand, and falling down to the workspace below before Tim had a chance to catch it.

Shit.

The pipe landed with a loud echoing clang! as the whole warehouse went deathly quiet. Tim held his breath, hoping the ghost thieves would just go back to sorting their goods so he could hightail it outta there, but as a shot rang out and a bullet whizzed by his temple, he realized only the second part of that thought would be happening.

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck!' was all he could think as he raced full tilt back to the window that had let him in. Bullets and angry exclamations ringing through the air as he made his escape onto the rooftop across from him. Looking back to the main entrance Tim thought he would be safe for a few moments to catch his breath while they rallied together, until the doors crashed open and a mob of angry men stormed out of the building to give chase.

He needed to leave. Now.

Sprinting over the roof and bounding across the steep to the next overhang, Tim couldn't keep the shouting and gunshots out of his head. He stayed focused, knowing that the urge to get away and staying alive was overriding the freeze response that so badly wanted to lock his joints. Practice and experience were the only thing keeping his brain focused on launching himself and landing even as bullets sped past his form. A searing pain in his bicep bloomed as he came on a downward arc of a leap, followed by a ribbon of pain across his face, but he kept running.

Only when a burst of heat and pain shot through his chest did he finally lose enough focus to slip on a slick section of roofing, legs going out from under him and down the side of the building. His upper torso slammed onto the corrugated steel in a way that had him crying out as the pain raced through him, nearly blacking out. Weakly scrabbling to gain purchase along the sleek metal only made the pain in his arm scream and pulse louder through his head until there was nothing left to grab.

And so he fell.

Static buzzing accompanied the sound of rushing wind as Tim plummeted the thirty feet to the pavement below. He absently wondered where the buzz was coming from, alongside the thoughts of 'Dick's gonna kill me,' 'shit shit shit shit,' and 'Alfred will be crushed that I got crushed, heh.'

Before he could meet the unforgiving pavement rushing up to catch him, something grabbed his uninjured arm by the wrist. He thought he would be jerked to a stop until he felt a cool sensation wash over him, like he'd just chewed on a menthol candy. Then, as if by magic, Tim felt gravity lift off him like shaking off a weighted blanket. The buzzing only got louder as he was gently carried to the ground, legs collapsing on contact.

They were too weak to hold him up.

When he was held by the shoulders and positioned so his back was against the nearest wall, He realized belatedly that it was his patrol buddy.

It had caught him.

It was checking him over.

It was the source of that static buzzing he'd heard before.

Another sensation washed over him, this one of exhaustion, pain, and the feeling that it was safe. That he was protected. That he could close his eyes and everything would be okay when he opened them.

Before the darkness that encroached on his vision overtook him he saw a green light surrounding him, then a figure appeared. He was too exhausted to tell whether the figure was male or female, but he did notice a shock of snow white hair on an otherwise dark clothed body. As the figure stood and turned to meet the angry mob Tim got the last look at who he would later realize to be his patrol companion.

The static buzzing pulsed with the figure as they proceeded to expand. A swirling mass of black cloudy mist with white, glittering flecks rolled towards the other end of the alley like a thundercloud. The haze got too much for Tim to fight and the only thought that entered his addled mind was 'ah, beautiful.'

And then, Tim blacked out.

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🌅 Sunset | Ortho Shroud

>> requested: absolutely not >> a/n: this was actually really fun to write but now im crying

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: the following years after idia shrouds death >> reader prns: n/a [not reader-insert] >> warning(s): death

Ortho could not bear to look at his brother’s face. He was laying unnaturally on the floating table that Ortho had created, Idia’s hair pinned neatly behind his head. None of the wisps on top of his head were there, all slicked back into a braid underneath the wraps that held his skin in place. There were no women in the family to sing dirges or wail for him. Ortho is the only person left in the Shroud family line, and he still carried the same appearance of a young boy.

There was no one but Ortho at his brother’s Ekphora. He was never one to make many friends, and either way, Ortho didn’t feel like inviting anyone who might still be alive from his brother’s high school years. According to his calendar filled to the brim with their birthdays, all the students from the Shroud brother’s time at Night Raven College should be at least 75 years old now. Ortho followed behind the floating table, watching his brother’s body hover within the air.

He stopped floating next to his brother’s table when it stopped on top of a hill. The hill was tall and steep, and quite far away from the Island of Woe. So far in fact, that it wasn’t even under the Lake of Unknown Depths. This was probably the most amount of time Idia had spent outside, ever. Charging up the bottom of his boots again, Ortho picked up a shovel and started digging. He dug and dug until he had measured out exactly six feet. The deeper it was, the harder his grave would be to rob.

Seeming to know when Ortho was done, the table–along with Idia–floated down into the dirt hole. A reinforced plastic casing came up from the sides of the table, and enclosed Ortho’s brother within it.

He couldn’t help himself. Ortho peeked over the edge of his brother’s grave, and looked at his discolored face for the final time. The desperation in his eyes soon clouded over with grief. Picking the shovel up once again, Ortho slid the dirt on top of his brother’s casket. Ortho tuned out the plopping of the dirt easily, and instead turned his sound sensor’s focus to the whistling of the wind between the blades of grass. The perfect song for his brother’s last day above the ground. Maybe he’d be able to hear it all the time now, instead of the clashing of swords from his computer. The birds chirping was a welcomed sound, Ortho was eager to hear the songs of nature, and not the unnatural shing! of dirt against metal.

When he was finished, the dirt piled higher than it once was, and covered the view of the headstone. Brushing it out to be even with the rest of the hill, all Ortho could do was stare. As the sun came up in front of him, the pink and blue hues in the sky only reminded him further of his brother’s unruly hair.

“Good morning, brother,” his high-pitched voice didn’t sound right to him.

Neither did the silence that followed.

Ortho worked on changes for himself. Physical ones. He wanted to keep the same internal frame his brother had made for him, with the connections to the internet and special destructive capabilities. But instead, he wanted things more like his hair to be changed, or his feet. He wanted feet. And also the ability to feel.

Ortho hid himself in that workspace for years. He barely had any time to run S.T.Y.X., after his brother told him to keep running it. Two years after his brother’s death, Ortho had figured out how to make his hair become longer, switching out his cropped, wisp-like hair for longer, flowy locks that draped just past his shoulder-blades. He was still bombarded with questions by the analysts at S.T.Y.X., who he had trouble with telling to leave him alone, and to do whatever they saw fit.

Six years after his brother’s death, Ortho had finally made his first technomantic foot. It still–surprisingly–allowed him the freedom of floating. But, it also gave him the freedom of shoes. Of feeling dirt between his toes, or listening to the squelch of wet shoes on a tile floor. And three years after that, he had successfully created the other. Two feet of his own.

Quickly dismantling his calves, Ortho attached his two new technomantic appendages. Standing up, Ortho wobbled. Before he could catch himself, Ortho toppled over.

“Brother!” he screamed in a panic, before falling onto his hands and knees. He waited for his brother’s worried rambling, and then his panicked, insecure thoughts about if he was good enough to help his younger brother.

But it never came. The silence did instead, and Ortho’s ears felt too full of it.

His leg wouldn’t move for the second time that day. Stuck within an eternal hell of rust, Ortho tried his best to use the droplets of oil that hadn’t made it out of the can yet to help him move.

One…

Two…

Three…

Not even four specks of oil could make it out of the can. In a moment of despair, Ortho ripped open the can to see if he could scoop any out. But when he brushed his finger along the inside of the metal container, his touch sensors told him it was bone dry. He couldn’t even sigh.

The room he was in was run down and threatening to cave in. S.T.Y.X. had been dismantled over seventy years ago, and everything within the building was outdated, Ortho being the oldest. His hair was tied back into a low ponytail with a rubber band he had happened to find in one of the drawers in the mechanical shop.

Ortho bent his leg manually, doing everything he could to get himself standing. His feet were bare and dirty, cuts running along the bottom of his plastic heel. Floating through the halls, the flying mechanics faltered every couple of minutes, threatening to have him crash to the floor. Ortho passed his brother’s room, the door cracked open slightly like the day Idia had last left it. The room no longer glowed a light blue color, the bulbs had stopped working long before the power died.

Continuing, Ortho found a broken teleporter sitting within the control room. He remembered how to fix it. He remembered everything, actually, but he chose to ignore it instead.

Opening a cupboard, Ortho pulled out the toolbox. The extra weight caused Ortho’s floating mechanisms to fail on him. He collapsed to the floor, but he didn’t call for his brother this time. Ortho’s speakers had failed him not long ago. Pulling himself upright, Ortho heaved the toolbox upward and toward the teleporter.

By the time he was done, the teleporter’s connection was spotty at best. It was running on an old generator that had been stored deep in a closet filled with cobwebs, dust, and holes in the walls. Standing on the teleporter, Ortho shut his eyes as the technology hastily moved him from his spot in the building. Ortho landed on grass. Grass he knew well.

Relying on his flying mechanics once again, Ortho moved himself upwards and to the top of a hill. The tallest hill on the island. All he did was stare down at the top of the hill as the pinks and oranges from the sunset covered his body. Finally, he moved towards the stone slab that vines encased in their own ugly beautifulness.

Ortho almost collapsed onto the dirt as he lowered himself downward, and for a moment, he wished he didn't correct the sensors. Slowly, he sat on the grass, against the rock. As he did so, his eyes flickered closed.

Goodnight, brother, he thought.

And the silence that followed was wonderful.

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Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 009

"Stupid Moon. Stupid Sun. Stupid everything," you grumbled into your knees, trying in vain to stem the flow of tears leaking from your eyes.

You were huddled against a wall in an empty hallway. It was dark enough for you to not be seen right away if someone happened to wander into this part of the plex, but you didn't care. You were no longer angry, just upset and confused. Jessi's forwardness had snapped something inside of you that had been holding back the well of emotions you had been telling Sun and Moon did not exist. Logically, you were well aware that you had no breath, but that didn't stop the heaving gasps for air as you sobbed uncontrollably. Everything suddenly felt so sharp and so REAL that it was almost painful to even exist right now. No matter how tightly you clenched your eyes shut or how hard you pressed your palms to your ears, you could not block it out. You could not flip the switch back off!

You were dead. You were dead and there was nothing you could do about it! Jessi could touch Sunny and Moony however much she liked while you could only watch from the sidelines, stewing in your mishmash of conflicting feelings. Normal, everyday things were now foreign to you. Even gravity was beyond your reach. It had taken you hours to learn how to "walk" without floating off into the air, much less figure out how to hold a brush between your fingers again. Not that you could feel it, of course. Not even your animatronic friends--with all of their advanced technology and sensors--could sense your touch...

"Um? Excuse me?" an unfamiliar voice broke through your drowning thoughts. Your head snapped up so fast that, had you been alive, you would have worried about whiplash. Bottle-green eyes met yours and, for a brief, gut-wrenching moment, you thought that Jessi had somehow stumbled upon you. Fortunately, it wasn't the bubbly blonde who had found you at your most vulnerable, but a man wearing the security guard uniform for the Plex. His brown hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and he had a small patch of beard on his chin. Although unkempt, he seemed friendly...and worried if the line between his eyes and the frown he wore were any indication...

"Are you okay?" he asked, squatting down in front of you so he could look you in the eye. You said nothing, too frozen in shock to respond. At your silence, he pressed on. "Ah, well, my name's Jon. Jon Hatchet," he introduced himself before dropping the rest of the way to the floor in front of you, threading his legs together to sit cross-legged with his hands in his lap. He waited patiently until your initial shock wore off enough for you to socialize.

"Jon? As in Jessi's cousin, Jon?" you squeezed past the lump in your throat, rubbing at your dampened cheeks the best you could. How could ghosts cry anyway? There were many questions filling your head that you had no idea how to even begin to find answers for...

"Ugh. Don't remind me…" the young man groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if dispelling a headache that just wouldn't go away. "She has been going on and on about the daycare animatronic ever since she got the job." His expression then dropped into an anxious one and he brought his hands up in front of himself in a defensive manner. "I mean, don't get me wrong! From what I hear, he's an awesome guy! It's just exhausting to hear the same thing on repeat every day..."

You clamped your teeth down on your tongue to prevent the questions from blurting out of your mouth. Despite how desperate you were to know what she had said, you couldn't risk the still-simmering THING in your chest returning to its previous uncontrolled state. Instead, you only nodded in agreement with him, hugging your knees close and doing your best not to panic further. It only now occurred to you that he shouldn't be able to even SEE you.

"Do you have a name?" Jon's voice broke the tense atmosphere that had settled over the two of you. He still had a friendly smile on his face, though seemed nervous himself, a fact that helped to relax your guard. You were both walking on eggshells here.

"Cocoa," you mumbled out the name Sunny had given you, your cheeks warming at the reasoning behind it. You prayed that Jon wouldn't have you explain why you were named after a snack.

"Huh, I like it." His response had you staring at him in disbelief, making him, once again, go into the defensive. "Really, I do! It's unique and creative. Wish my parents had been more imaginative with my name..." he gave an awkward grin, chuckling when you returned it with a small smile of your own.

"I guess if you ever turn up in a morgue or something, you'll always have your name. John Doe," you added the reasoning behind your admittedly-poor joke at the confused look the security guard gave you.

"Ha! Dark humor, huh?" Jon relaxed fully, his shoulders no longer hunched up around his ears. "Guess you'd need that to work in a place like this." You watched as his eyes trailed around the dark hallway, expression wry before returning to you. "So what will you be doing? Ah, scratch that! Have you met the animatronics yet?!"

His sudden excitement about bowled you over as he abruptly leaned forward, eyes bright and already halfway to his feet. You would have scrambled away had it not been for the very solid wall at your back. Passing through objects was a clear indicator of supernatural entities and you weren't too keen on breaking Sun's one rule on not being discovered...

Not that you hadn't already broken it, but at least Jon couldn't tell that you weren't exactly...well, living...

"Oh, um, I've met some of them..." you stumbled over your words, trying to decide if it was best to be truthful or lie to get out of being dragged into even more trouble. "I'm supposed to meet the rest at a later time? With Peter?" You prayed that you got the new owner's name right. You weren't very good at remembering those sort of things. Hopefully, you weren't lying about the meeting them later part. Sun couldn't keep avoiding the inevitable forever, after all.

"Oh yeah?" Jon grinned, settling back, seemingly satisfied with your answer. "They're pretty cool, right? I'm glad Pete doesn't treat them like machines. I mean, I could never play the games cause I'm a scaredy-cat, but Freddy was pretty nice about our first meeting."

You listened with rapt attention as the guard went into detail about how he'd shrieked like a little girl when the bear animatronic had tapped him on the shoulder on his first day. He may not be a fan of the franchise but he knew what it was about and did not take kindly to a sentient machine that could snap his neck like a pencil sneaking up behind him in the dark. Fortunately, Freddy hadn't taken it to heart and had even apologized. He had introduced him to the other animatronics to reinforce that they weren't killer robots like Cawthon had made them out to be. By the end of his first night, Jon couldn't bring himself to see the bots as anything lesser than human.

Which was why it bothered him so much when his cousin kept projecting her persona of what the daycare attendants should be like onto Sun and Moon. Despite not ever meeting Moon, Jessi was still insistent that he was a soft-spoken, innocent marshmallow who needed a loving partner to support him.

You knew that to be a load of bull. Just picturing the darker component of the daycare animatronic cackling at your misery as you floated helplessly near the ceiling was enough to get you to snort. Luckily, Jon didn't seem to notice as he kept on with the mostly one-sided conversation.

"I haven't had the chance to meet the Sun and Moon," he admitted with a shrug. "From what I hear, Sundrop doesn't like to leave the daycare and my patrol doesn't go by there."

"Oh?" was all you could muster to say. That would explain your curiosity for all this time. You'd noticed when you would follow Moon on his runs at night that he would always avoid certain parts of the plex. Whenever you'd ask, he would come up with some excuse about security cameras in those areas or "that annoying bunny" wandering around there. You had learned early on that he had a great dislike for Bonnie. Sun wasn't fond of him either, though neither of them deemed it important enough to tell you the reason why.

"Yeah," the guard sighed. "I guess the boss hasn't killed his security protocols yet so Moon checks those areas to appease his code. It must suck to be forced to do something so your brain will stop bothering you about it."

"Yeah...that would suck," you mumbled in agreement, awkwardly chewing on your lip. Your own head was starting to itch to get out of this predicament. The guy was nice and all, but it had been long enough that you were certain your absence had been noticed in the daycare. Sun might not be willing to take a step out of the daycare, but Moon was another story...

"Jon? Where are you?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, eyes wide in recognition as a slim figure rounded the corner at the far end of the hall. Taking advantage of how Jon's attention, too, had shifted in that direction, you tipped yourself backwards and phased through the wall behind you. You tumbled over the patterned carpet of a party room, coming to a stop at one of the long tables set up for future birthday cakes and party hats. You mumbled an apology to Jon who was probably looking like a fool right now in front of his cousin for talking to a ghost. Jessi was the absolute last person you wanted to deal with right now.

"Staaaarliiiight~"

You froze, eyes still closed from the fall and back still pressed to the floor. Had you still been alive, you were sure that you'd feel an icy pit form in your stomach and a nervous sweat on your brow. Oh, the horrible luck you must have to fall into the one area that HE was currently occupying!

Plastering on a strained grin, you opened your eyes...and immediately sucked in an unneeded breath. Moon was hovering above you, feet planted on the party table and hands on either side of your head. His faceplate was mere inches from your own face with red eyelights brighter and more ominous than usual.

"NaUghTy StAaaaRrr..."

#fnaf story #fnaf #waking dream #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #fanfic #fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sun and moon

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nokillbananashelter · 3 months ago

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THE NEXT ZELDA

Things I Think The Devs Are Thinking About

This is the 2nd in a series of posts ruminating on the future of the series. This is Speculation- Not Inevitable Reality!

Part 2: ZELDA DUNGEON MAKER

They’ve been flirting with this idea for a while. EOW itself started as an attempt to scratch this itch, but was quickly swapped to its summoning gimmick. Something tells me this fixation isn’t gone yet.

The past 3 games are all about extreme functionality and toolsets given to players. They have explored weapon and tool creation, object manipulation, engineering gizmos/contraptions/transportation/automotons, sensors and timers and switches and traps and environmental blocks, monster spawning, chemistry play, status effects, and even modular room building for players. All of which has been baked in with a lot of physics.

Honestly, if you look at in it’s entirety… wouldn’t you say we have most of the pieces needed to make an interesting dungeon that can be expressed through some kind of building gameplay? Not saying they can just copy paste this stuff but, the devs have the experience and code under their belt to put all that in one experience tangibly.

Imagine all of the powers and equipment and tools from the past three games unified under one hood, and you’re walking/floating around building all the stuff. wouldn’t you say you could build a dungeon with all of that if it was optimized to do so and ran on a system with some *beef*?

And they have nearly a decade of deeply explored rapid & explosive prototyping with puzzles and traversal courses, modular dungeon systems, flexible puzzle solutions, and repetitive asset reutilization from a game dev angle because of the Wild Era Games. The shrines really highlight their efficiency and process here- and they literally use the player toolset to assist in making shrine Puzzles in TOTK as well. They have the experience to teach players how to make good dungeon design based on their knowledge and established modular systems and ensure it’s accessible. And while the shrines are far from perfect…. They illustrate that puzzle solutions can be satisfying even if intended solutions sometimes are missed-which is great for aspiring dungeon makers who might not be big brain rube-goldbergian designers. In many ways, they’ve been play testing ALL that with the shrines, no?

This is not to mention they remain consistently and vehemently oriented towards player freedom and agency. That seems to be something they want for the foreseeable future. Love it or hate it, Aonuma has his eyes and heart on this broadly speaking and envisions future titles to exploring player agency.

And, they are 100% aware of the dungeon critique & know people are deeply opinionated about what they want in dungeon design…soooo why not give them the power to make their own dungeons or play in other’s works? In the same way that they were absolutely shocked at what people created in TOTK, there’s a lot that they could learn from players, and there is a lot of incredible and boundless gameplay that could be made. This could be an incredible mutually beneficial exchange.

Let’s not forget the impact of Speedrunners and youtubers absolutely busting up everything BOTW’s world. A lot of what we got in TOTK was informed by people using glitches to do insane things on social media. All the devs did was iterate on and make accessible much of what was done and gave tools to go farther. A LOT of items and tools were informed by them. Bless those streamers. TOTK has an explosive engineering and glitch community aimed at cracking the game wide open, and its because of that enablement.

And here’s another thing that I think could be interesting under this hood-

Music. We already have examples of playing instruments and making music in MULTIPLE zelda games. What if you could make your own soundtracks ala oot/mm or mariopaint/animal crossing? Imagine you go pick up instruments and play and record them for your dungeon.

The thing I think they haven’t addressed, is that they need to figure out if there is a story to be had or if this is something that doesnt need one. If its a spinoff or literally just Mario Maker: Zelda Edition, it’s less pressing, but maybe less interesting to them.

Spinoff or not, multiplayer or not, imagine these:

-you are Ganon and this is Dungeon Keeper 3. You must build layers and contraptions to stop link & Zelda and claim power! This could be a great downfall timeline game.

-you are Link/Zelda trying to excavate ruins of temples, dungeons, fossils of old biomes, towns, etc, fitting them together, finding the right assemblage(or close enough to it) and going through time to solve and experience mysteries of the past

-you are a sage, trying to teach young link and or zelda the necessary skills to face ganon. Make puzzles and challenges that level up our heroes and prepare them for dungeons and the fight against ganon.

But maybe they aren’t ready for this yet and have yet another toolkit to make and explore. I think if this doesn’t happen we should be paying attention to what the core powers are in the next game.

And something that tilts away from this is… there are some pretty miffed fans who are yearning for some extremely restrictive challenge and are yearning for structured, clear play. EOW is in part, an attempt to address this… and it kinda does point towards a hopeful future for structured-zelda nerds.

This one seems less likely to be implemented in the Next Zelda than the Duo Protagonist concept… but it feels like it’s there. Silently. Maybe existing only as a motivator to explore new mechanics as devs.

Time will tell!

#the next zelda #game design #switch 2 #tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #echoes of wisdom #speculation #game analysis #game development #part 2 #zelda analysis

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nan0-sp1der · 6 months ago

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␂ > 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 // 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

Rolling dunes. Blistering frigid winds. The time was 03:55:10 UTC on Earth 003B1U, December 24th. The night of Christmas Eve. The destination was about a 5-minute trek from her current location, and although it was dark out on the desolate planet, she knew these shifting sands like the back of her hand. It had been several decades since she left its surface for the life she now led as the self-proclaimed ‘Nano-Spider’, but it only felt like yesterday that she first crawled her way out of that pod nestled deep in the sand, on that cold night. And now that crater she left was just a few minutes away from her.

What would she do, once she got there? Would she say anything? To be honest, she wasn’t quite sure. This would have been the first ‘birthday’ she’d celebrated in… Well, ever. She’d never bothered to celebrate until now despite knowing of the custom, despite being told by acquaintances here and gone that she really ought to. So many years have passed and they all so easily melded together without the effort of keeping them contained to individual memories.

She never really thought it important. Not until today. Unsure as to why, she trudged to the top of that mound where she first rose from the ashes of that great fire many years ago to celebrate the first time she switched on and began her adventure. 03:59:36 UTC was now the time. The moment was approaching.

Should she just… Sing? She knew people sung at birthdays–to the birthday-haver, of course. She only brought herself along, though, and she was the only one here. So…

She’ll just have to sing to herself. To the nothingness all around her. The stars that watched overhead.

Bridge whistled a low tone to set the key, ensuring her auditory sensors were functional. Diagnostic comes back positive. It is now 04:00:05. It’s time. A vibration picked up in the air, the particles that surrounded her beginning to resonate in harmony and give off a soft, warm glow to begin the birthday rite.

It wasn’t completely lonely. She was familiar with the stars, they kept her company all those years she floated in the empty expanse that surrounded them, their cores thrumming with energy and sending waves across the cosmos to ‘sing’ to those who listened. Somewhere up in that expanse were the satellites she came across ever so often, many no longer functional or unable to interface with Bridge. Up in the atmosphere, the atoms of those she once called home roamed freely amongst it all. Out there in the universe, memories of her lived on in the acquaintances she’d made along the way.

If she were to disappear tomorrow, she wouldn’t truly be lost. Not completely.

Now, more than ever, there were people that would notice such a thing. People she cared for as much as she did her creators back then. So finite and precious, such minute moments in time…

The air falls silent.

The stillness is lonely enough. There are other things that need tending to. They won't wait around for her forever.

She whispered to the wind,

“... Here's to next year.”

Her words are all carried away.

With it, she finds her urge to leave her home vanishes, too, swept up in the gust of sand that rolls past her. What if she just stood here a while longer? Wouldn't hurt anything, she thought. She doubted anyone would notice if she was gone for a while--nevermind the multitude of times her lack of presence was duly noted and acted upon swiftly. She easily forgot how people noticed.

And so she just... Stood there. For a while.

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aspenmissing · 2 years ago

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𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Shiro is in the detainment room interrogating Sendak, who is still asleep in his pod.

"What was the first rank you held in Zarkon's army? Where did you find the Red Lion? What is the Zarkon's greatnes weakness?" Shiro hears Sendak's voice, becoming startled.

"What makes you think you can possibly defeat him?" Sendak's mouth isn't moving and he remains alseep.

"If you were to attack Zarkon, where would you strike?"

"Why strike at all when you can join him?" Shiro sees an image of Sendak awake, but the commander is still alseep.

Pidge and Hunk are in the Green Lion's hanger.

"I bet if we can modulate the dynamics of this crystal, we'll be able to reverse engineer a lot of Galra tech. Don't you think" Pidge doesn't get an answer and turns to see Hunk looking somewhere else "Hunk? Hunk, are you paying attention?"

"What?" Hunk turns around "No, I'm sorry. That whole food goo ambush really set me on edge, Pidge" Pidge walks over to the Crystal "If we can't trust food, we are lost as a culture"

"Relax. I'm sure the Castle's just glitchy. It's 10,000 years old"

"Yeah, it does seem like the ship is not currently trying to kill us.

"Okay, so, all the sensors are on the crystal. Hit the switch" Hunk goes over to the switch and before he can press anything, everything begins floating, including Hunk and Pidge "Hunk, did you accidentally hit the anti-gravity switch?"

"Uh, no. There's no anti-gravity switch. Uh, is there?" Hunk asks. Pidge tries to reach for the crystal before giving up "Curse my short arms.

"Oh, I hate those little things! All right, forget it, Pidge. I'm going to swim towards you. Just hand on!" Hunk begins to 'swim' towards Hunk, but he doesn't move "That's it. I'm all out of moves" Hunk's stomach rumbles "Oh, I'm hungry again. I hope some food goo comes oozing out of these walls"

Lance is banging on the door to the airlock.

"Help! Help! Help!"

"....12,11,10..." Keith runs around the corner, bayard in hand as the Gladiator robot is still after him "...9,8,7..." Keith is kicked back to the door.

"Keith!" Lance shouts, as Keith stands up.

"...6..5..."

"What are you doing in there?" Keith asks. Lance points the Gladiator robot that swings at Keith, who dodges.

"I need help! Because if you don't get me out of here right now, I'm going to be sucked out into space!"

"Doors opening" The Airlock doors open and Lance holds on tight.

"I'm getting sucked out into space" Keith fights the Gladiator before turning his gaze to the button for the airlock. He pushes the Gladiator back as he pushes the button with his bayard. The door opens and the Gladiator is pulled into space "Keith! Keith, come on!" Keith grabs Lance's hand and pulls him to safety, before closing the door. They sit down, breathing heavily.

"What were you doing out there?"

"Who was that guy?"

"He was trying to kill me!"

"Well, is he the Castle? Because that's who's trying to kill me!" They then hear a noise and turns to look, getting ready to attack. As it comes around the corner they go to attack, before seeing that it's Soul.

"Huh, Soul?" Keith asks, he puts his bayard away "What are you doing here? Where's Y/N?" Soul starts acting out what's happening to Y/N, but they don't get it.

"What? Has something happened to Y/N" Soul nods "What! Where?!" Soul runs away, and the two follow.

Y/N is now touching the ceiling as the water is up to her neck.

"This is how I'm gonna die! In a freaking bathroom!" Y/N hears footsteps, then banging on the door.

"Y/N!"

"You in there!"

"Lance! Keith! Oh thank god! Guys I'm stuck, and the rooms about to be filled with water!"

"Okay, hang on, we'll get you out of there" Lance starts banging on the door, trying to break it down. Y/N takes a deep breath before the water fills the whole room. She looks around the room to find anything to help breath with.

"Y/N!" Lance shouts, he gets no answer "Y/N!" Y/N begins to lose consciousness. Keith gets his bayard out.

"Stand back" Keith slashes the door with his bayard and the water pours out, as well as a soaking Y/N. She lays still as they turn her onto her back. Soul goes next to her head and pushes her head to the side, which stays.

"Y/N...?" They wait a second before Y/N starts coughing up water. Lance and Keith share a look of relief, before helping her sit up. Lance takes off his coat and puts it around Y/N.

"What the hell happened" Keith asks.

"The d-door just locked and the pipes burst...God, I nearly died in a bathroom" Soul jumps into Y/N lap and Y/N pets her head "If it wasn't for her, I would have been dead" Y/N looks at Lance and Keith "This may sound stupid, but I think the Castle's haunted"

"Ya think!" Lance says. They stand up and begins to walk away.

Pidge and Hunk are still floating around in the Green Lion's hangar.

"Wait. Wait, wait. I have an idea" Pidge holds out her hand "Grab on!" They both reach for each others hand before they grab on.

"Yeah! We did it! Now, what?" Hunk asks.

"Now, kick me as hard as you can!"

"What? No, we're friends"

"No, no. Kick me so I can fly across the room and get to the control panel"

"Oh...oh, oh!" Hunk kicks Pidge and she goes towards the control pannel, but misses it "No, no, no!" The door then opens, making Hunk and Pidge fall to the ground. Lance, Y/N, Soul , Coran and Keith enter.

"How can you guys be taking a nap while this castle is trying to kill us?" Lance asks.

"Taking a nap! We've been floating around in Zero G? You know how scary that is?"

"That's not scary! That's fun! I was almost ejected into space!"

"I got attacked by killed food, and that's the most horrifying thing you can imagine! The stuff of nightmares! It'll haunt me to my grave!"

"Well, I had a robot trying to kill me!"

"And I nearly drowned, in a bathroom! I mean, ironic much!" Lance looks to Coran.

"I don't care what you say, Coran. This castle has gone apple and bananas!" Coran groans.

"Perhaps the infection from Sendak's Galra crystal is worse than we thought"

"Well, let's get rid of it" Hunk says.

"It's too late. When Sendak plugged it into the ship, it corrupted the entire system"

"Sendak?" Keith asks.

"Wait" Y/N says "Has anyone seen Shiro?"

Shiro is still staring at Sendak.

"We're connected, you and me. Both part of the Galra Empire"

"No! I'm not like you"

"You've been broken and reformed. Just look at your hand" Shiro does so.

"That's not me!"

"It's the strongest part of you. Embrace it. The others don't know what you are. They haven't seen what you've seen. Face it. You'll never beat Zarkon. He's already defeated you"

"I'm not listening to you!" Shiro covers his ears.

"Do you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin? Even your own sister is disgusted in you"

"Stop it!" Shiro punches the Pod, cracking it. Sendak's eyes open and smiles evily at Shiro, making him panic and push a buttom to send Sendak out. Alarms start blaring. Shiro bends down, breathing heavily. Later, the Paladins, Soul and Coran enter the containment room to see Shiro holding his head.

"Shiro, are you okay?" Y/N asks, touching his arm. He flinches away and she looks at him saddened.

"Where's Sendak?" Keith asks.

"I...I had to get him out of here. I was hearing his voice. He...He can't be trusted on this ship"

"It is the ship! I got stick in a cryo-pod, then, in an airock. Keith got attacked by a robot. Y/N nearly drowned, and Hunk and Pidge got attacked by food. It's been a weird morning" Computes begin beeping as a hologram of the ship appears/

"What? How is that possible?"

"What is it?" Keith asks.

"The ship is starting a wormhole jump!"

The Paladins, Coran and Soul enter the main deck to see Allura at the center.

"Allura, what's going on?" Shiro asks.

"We're going to Altea" Alura turns her head to face them "We're going home. My father is taking us" They rush forwards before King Alfor face appears on the screens. (Red-Bad King Alfor. Blue - Good King Alfor)

"Stay away from my daughter!"

"Uh..."

"Allura, wake up!" Y/N shouts.

"The crystal must have corrupted King Alfor's artificial intelligence. It's taking over!" King Alfor appears next to Allura. They reach their destination, staring in horror.

"We're heading straight for a star and it's about to explode!"

"Father, I can see Altea" Coran goes to the barrier, and puts his hand on it.

"Allura! Allura, wake up! What you're seeing isn't real" Allura turns her head to face Coran before seeing some creatures fly past her. She smiles before seeing a meadown filled with flowers.

"The juniberried, the most exquisite flower of all" Allura picks one up.

"Allura, please!" A hologram of Coran appears "You've got to listen to me!"

"Is this real?" Allura asks.

"Of course it is real, Daughter. That flower you're touching is real"

"But where is the fragrance of the sweet juniberries?" Coran says, making Allura sniffs the flower again before coming back to reality.

"Huh? That's not Altea"

"When that star goes supernova, it will destroy the entire system. Allura, you must reset the course and get us out of here" Pidge says and Allura goes to the controls but is electrocuted back out of the barrier, caught by Shiro. King Alfor appears.

"Father, please, I beg you to turn this ship around. If we don't do it soon, we will all perish!"

"I know. That is my intention"

"What? Why?"

Don't you see, dear daughter? Zarkon can never be defeated. He's been ruling for ten thousand years"

"But we must continue to fight!"

"Fight for what? It is all over for Altea. You don't have to live a lifetime of war. You can be with me and the rest of your people"

"Father, please! The paladins and I can still stop Zarkon! Somewhere in there, you must want that to happen"

"Allura, my A.I. has been corrupted. You must disconnect my power source" It flickers back "We can stroll across the Blossom Canyon every morning, just like we used to. Remember how much you loved that?"

"I remember. I'll see you soon, Father" Allura turns around "I've got to get into the A.I. chamber to disconnect my father's power source manually"

"But that means losing King Alfor forever!"

"Paladins, get to your Lions! I need you to slow the Castle's descent into the star"

"I can try to override the sytem to open the hangars" Allura and the Paladins leave the control room, leaving Coran and Soul. The Lions comes out of the hangars and push against the ship, using their thrusters.

Allura makes it to the A.I room and goes to the center.

"Don't do this!" King Alfor says.

"You must"

"All my memories, all my knowlegde will be lost forever!"

"Do it, Allura. If you are to live, we must say goodbye"

"I'm sorry about this, Father" Allura goes to touch the container but everything blackens. "Huh?"

"Oh, my dear daughter..." Allura hears laughter and looks over at a memory of her and her father.

"Father..." She looks around to see memories of her and her father, young. Her childhood memories.

"This is not real. This is all in the past" Allura runs through the memories till she stares at the one of her father holding her when she was a baby, her baby laughter filling her ears. She begins crying. King Alfor appears.

"You don't have to fight, Allura. You don't have to make this sacrifice" Allura rushes forward and hugs her father, surprising him.

"Goodbye, Father" King Alfor smiles softly.

"Goodbye Allura" The glass container smashes, as all of King Alfor's memories fade away. Soul, who found her way to the room, goes next to Allura, placing her paw onto her leg. Allura looks to the creature and picks her up, hugging Soul while crying.

"She did it" Coran says, seeing the barrier go away. Alarms start blaring. and the Paladins are still pushing the ship back when Allura's face appears on their screens.

"Paladins, get to your hangars. We're getting out of here" They return to their hangars and they escape through the wormhole just as the star explode. Later, they are all in the control room. Allies is sat down, Coran and Shiro on either side as the Paladins are in front of her

"I'm so sorry about your father, Princess" Shiro says.

"We all are" Y/N adds.

"I'm so sorry about your father Princess"

"Thank you. But that was not my father" Allura stands up "The real King Alfor was a great man and a great father. He may not be here with is anymore, but his dream lives on through all of us, and his legacy is Voltron"

Hours later, when everyone has went to bed. Shiro is in the control room, looking into space. He the sound of the door opening, but doesn't turns around.

"What are you doing up so late?" A voice says. They sit next to him and he turns his head to see Y/N.

"Thinking. You?"

"Soul may be small but she's a loud snorer" Shiro chuckles "So watcha thinking about?" Shiro sighs, looking back into Space.

"Just what Sendak said" Y/N looks at him with a frown.

"What did he say?" Shiro's eyes tear up, but he refuses to cry "Shiro? Hey, it's okay-"

"He called me a monster...that I shouldn't be leader of Voltron" Shiro says "He said that even you're disgusted in me" Y/N's smiles softly.

"And you shouldn't believe that for one second" Shiro looks to her and goes to talk but Y/N stops him "I don't care what you look like Shiro, you are my brother. That piece of metal doesn't make me think of you any less" Shiro looks down at his arm.

"But I killed people..."

"You killed them so that you could survive" Y/N sighs "Do you trust me?" Shiro looks at Y/N with confusion.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes" Y/N takes Shiro's metal hand and places it around her neck "What, what are you doing?!"

"Squeeze" She states. Shiro looks at her in horror "Squeeze as hard as you can" Shiro pulls his hand away quickly, staring at her hard.

"Why did you do that for? I could have hurt you?"

"If you really are a monster, then you would have squeezed my neck, I gave you an easy chance and a monster would have took it, no hesitation" Shiro looks at her "Your not a monster, Shiro. Your just a man who's been broken... and needs someone to help fix him" Y/N says "You may be a pain in my butt sometimes, but your my brother. And I wouldn't change you for the universe" Y/N is suddenly hugged by a teary Shiro.

"I love you" Shiro says, hugging her tight. Y/N hugs back, smiling softly.

"I love you, too" The siblings watch the stars, knowing that as long as they are together, nothing will happen.

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Keith x Reader #Keith Kogane x Reader #Voltron LegendaryDefender

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socojes · 3 months ago

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#stainless still float switch/ sensor

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All of your wips sound interesting, but im curious about exile is full?

sadly it's the one most likely to be dead in the water. I started it far before S2 of OFMD aired as a potential space AU where Izzy is an android. Since it'll never see the light of day now, I'll just post all I had of it which wasn't very much.

“Drop it,” Jim growled in his ear, and the cool slide of codestick pressed into his arm port.

A data dump filled his sensors, sending a cascade of information through him. He dropped his hand off the hilt of the whip-blade.

The code injection was a burrower, furious and fast. Izzy tracked it, calculations cascading through him.

“I’ve got a remote,” they went on. “I hit the button and it's a catastrophic failure for every single one of your systems.”

“What do you want?” He asked without much feeling. It was easier to resort to the flatness of default space in these moments.

“You’re taking us to the life support pod and you’re piloting us out of the defense systems.”

“And then?”

Their breath registered as a hair too fast in his ear, their heart rate accelerated. To other humans, Jim would look calm and collected. To Izzy, they were falling apart at the seams.

“You don't get to know that yet. Move!”

Calculations on calculations until resolution floated up. Picoseconds in suspended silence, the way the world had to slow and shift until all was reconciled, it was a horrible suspension of reality that no one else could perceive. Even Ed didn’t really understand it, the way Izzy’s computations took him out of time. How much longer was his life than the meatsuited people all around him? Not just in the hours that he didn’t waste eating or sleeping, but in how they experienced lived time?

He thought about that as he walked down the elegantly arched hallways of the commandeered Revenge. These moments that hinged on a breath, on a thought, on a dream, and to him were just a practical succession of logic.

Frenchie was behind Jim and while he twitched and made tiny comments, his heartbeat was far more regular. Maybe after weeks under the Kraken’s rule, he was too tired to be afraid.

As they got close, Izzy reached out and thumped the wall twice with the heel of his hand, making it look like he’d stumbled. That never would’ve worked before.

Before what Ed had.

Well. It worked now.

“Watch it,” Jim snarled, not alarmed by the fumble.

The life support pod was a standard issue, not any fancier than one would find on any ship. It was as if Bonnet’s wild imagination had reached this point then stopped dead, balking at confronting the stark reality of survival. That figured. It worked in Izzy’s favor for now, sliding into the pilot’s seat. The controls of a pod were simplified in case of emergency evacuation, but he overrode them.

They would need to fly carefully to evade the security measures. Izzy wouldn’t leave the Revenge and Ed by extension unprotected. He couldn’t. In theory.

The pod had room for five, including the pilot. Small enough to maneuver.

“Go already!” Jim barked.

Izzy flicked switches and turned dials that didn’t need turning.

“This better not be another false alarm,” a new voice spoke and Jim’s vibro-blade illuminated the cabin.

“Lucius!” Frenchie got to his feet.

“Yeah, mostly.”

“Strap in,” Izzy barked.

There was no time for a heartfelt reunion. As soon as the pod disengaged, a notification would chime would be ringing in Ed’s ear. A belt clicked. Izzy dropped most of his consciousness straight into the pod. He flew with every ounce of attention he could spare, maneuvering around traps he’d set himself and ones that Ed had seeded in the terrible days after...after.

He didn’t stop when they were free of the immediate field, he kept the pod pushing at its maximum speed. It wasn’t until they were entirely out of short-range sensors detection area that he risked plugging back into his own sensor arrays, drawing himself into the body partially.

“I didn’t tell you where to go!” Jim barked.

“You told me to get away and we did,” he snapped. “If you have a heading, now’s the time.”

“The asteroid belt, we can lose them there.”

“And lose all your lives,” Izzy scoffed. “Are you out of your mind? This isn’t a quick-flick, people die doing that shit.”

“You could do it,” Jim said, holding out the remote and waving it at him. “You will do it.”

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What are the top 10 Shutdown Valve suppliers in the world

The top 10 suppliers of shut down valves include the following well-known companies

‌Emerson, USA:

Fisher brand under Emerson focuses on process control valves, which are widely used in oil, gas, chemical and other fields.

‌Schlumberger, USA:

Cameron under Schlumberger provides valves and wellhead equipment for the oil and gas industry.

‌Flowserve, USA:

Provides a variety of industrial valves, including control valves, ball valves, butterfly valves, etc., serving the energy, chemical and water treatment industries.

‌Tyco International, USA:

Its brand Tyco Valves & Controls provides valves for fire protection, industrial and commercial applications.

‌KITZ, Japan:

One of the largest valve manufacturers in Japan, with products covering industrial, construction and civil fields.

‌IMI, UK:

IMI Critical Engineering focuses on high-end industrial valves, serving the energy, power and chemical industries.

‌Crane, USA:

Its brand Crane ChemPharma & Energy provides valve solutions for the chemical, petrochemical and energy industries. ‌

‌Velan, Canada:

Focuses on industrial valves, including gate valves, ball valves, butterfly valves, etc. ‌

‌KSB, Germany:

Provides pump and valve solutions, widely used in water treatment, energy and industrial fields. ‌

‌Weir Group, UK:

Its brand Weir Valves & Controls focuses on high-performance valves in the mining, power and oil and gas industries. ‌

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What is a Shutdown Valve (SDV)

The shut-down valve is a type of actuator in the automation system. It consists of a multi-spring pneumatic diaphragm actuator or a floating piston actuator and a regulating valve. It is mainly used to quickly cut off or connect the fluid in the pipeline (such as gas, combustion air, cold air and flue gas, etc.). It is widely used in industrial safety control systems and emergency accident handling. ‌‌

‌Core Function and Working Principle‌ of Shutdown Valve

The core function of the shut-off valve is to quickly cut off, connect or switch the fluid in the pipeline by receiving the signal of the regulating instrument (such as pressure, temperature or leakage alarm). Its typical workflow includes:

‌Signal trigger‌: When the sensor detects an abnormality (such as gas leakage, pressure exceeding the limit), the signal is transmitted to the actuator. ‌‌

‌Mechanical response‌: The pneumatic diaphragm or piston mechanism drives the valve body to move (such as ball valve, single seat valve), changing the valve opening and closing state. ‌‌

‌Safety lock‌: After the emergency shut-off valve is closed, it is often designed to be in a self-locking state to avoid accidental opening. ‌‌

‌Main types and application scenarios‌ of shut down valve

Shutdown valves can be divided into the following common types according to their structure and purpose:

‌Conventional shutdown valves‌: used for industrial process control (such as chemical industry and metallurgy), mostly using ball valve or sleeve valve structure to achieve medium on-off regulation. ‌‌

‌Emergency shutdown valve‌: dedicated to safety systems (such as gas pipelines and SIS systems), with faster response speed and self-locking function to prevent accidents from expanding. ‌‌

‌Pneumatic diaphragm shutdown valve‌: the valve is controlled by the diaphragm driven by air pressure, which is suitable for remote automation control scenarios (such as the oil and power industries). ‌‌

‌Shutdown Valve Technical Features‌

The key technical indicators of the shut-off valve include:

‌Response time‌: Emergency valves usually require an action time of ≤1 second. ‌‌

‌Sealing level‌: Gas valves must meet zero leakage standards (such as ANSIVI level). ‌‌

‌Compatibility‌: It needs to be adapted to different media (corrosive, high-temperature fluids) and pipeline pressures. ‌‌

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hannahciara · 5 days ago

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How Lynde Ordway’s Electric Coin Sorters Improve Accuracy in Cash Handling

✅ Eliminating Errors with the Right Technology

In industries like retail, gaming, and hospitality, every cent matters. Manual coin counting often leads to human errors, misplaced change, and cash shrinkage, costing businesses thousands annually. Enter the coin sorter electric from Lynde Ordway, a solution engineered to take the guesswork—and the loss—out of cash handling.

💡 Why Accuracy Matters in Coin Handling

Even the most experienced cashier or vault operator is prone to occasional mistakes. These errors, while small individually, add up quickly. According to the National Retail Federation, cash mismanagement is among the top contributors to operational shrink in brick-and-mortar businesses.

With electric coin sorters, you can:

Eliminate manual miscounts

Prevent float imbalances

Speed up end-of-day reconciliation

Improve employee productivity

⚙️ How Lynde Ordway Coin Sorters Work

Lynde Ordway’s machines are more than just fast—they're smart. Each accurate coin counter uses advanced sensor-based recognition to sort U.S. currency by denomination and detect counterfeits or foreign coins.

Key Features Include:

High-speed sorting (up to 600 coins/minute)

Separate denomination bins for easy deposit prep

Error alerts and jam notifications

Compact design ideal for front or back-office use

🏪 Designed for Retailers and Casino Operators

Whether you're managing a local grocery store or a 24-hour casino floor, consistent accuracy in cash handling is non-negotiable. That’s why many U.S. industrial business owners and franchisees trust a Lynde Ordway coin sorter to get the job done right every time.

Popular Use Cases:

Retailers using coin sorters for daily drawer reconciliation

Casino cages automating bulk coin intake

Banks improving deposit accuracy

Arcades and laundromats reducing labor hours

💬 Real Testimonial: Accuracy That Pays for Itself

“We used to spend over an hour counting coins after each shift, and mistakes were common. Since switching to a Lynde Ordway electric coin sorter, we’ve reduced our count time by 70% and haven’t had a single deposit error in months.” — Angela P., Casino Finance Manager, Las Vegas, NV

📊 Case Study: 50% Drop in Cash Shrinkage

A regional convenience store chain in the Midwest implemented Lynde Ordway’s coin sorter electric units across 30 locations. After six months, they reported:

50% decrease in shrink from coin errors

35% faster closing processes

ROI achieved in just 3 months

🤔 Q&A: Coin Sorting and Accuracy

Q: Are coin sorter electric machines really more accurate than manual counting? A: Absolutely. Machines like the Lynde Ordway coin sorter can detect errors at the millisecond level and sort thousands of coins without fatigue or distraction—something humans simply can’t do.

Q: Is this machine suitable for small businesses too? A: Yes. From single-location laundromats to multi-store retailers, the accurate coin counter is compact, cost-effective, and incredibly user-friendly.

📌 Key Benefits Recap

✅ Accurate coin counts every time

✅ Reduced labor and reconciliation hours

✅ Lower shrinkage and fewer losses

✅ Professional-grade reliability from Lynde Ordway

📈 Ready to Eliminate Cash Handling Errors?

Don’t let your cash management process rely on outdated methods. Boost your operational accuracy with a Lynde Ordway coin sorter electric today. Whether you’re in retail, gaming, or financial services, this machine is built to streamline your coin handling workflow—accurately and efficiently.

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djisrilankashop · 9 days ago

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Top 10 DJI Camera Hacks for Filmmakers: Unlock Cinematic Magic in Sri Lanka

Whether you’re a travel vlogger soaring over the hills of Ella or a wedding filmmaker capturing golden-hour moments on the beaches of Galle, mastering your DJI camera can take your visuals to the next level. In this blog, we dive deep into the top 10 DJI camera hacks for filmmakers, with a special focus on content creators in Sri Lanka. These tips not only boost your creativity but also ensure your footage stands out in a sea of drone content.

1. Master Manual Camera Settings

Automatic settings are convenient, but true cinematic control lies in manual. Adjust ISO, shutter speed, and white balance manually on your DJI camera for consistent exposure. In sunny Sri Lanka, start with:

ISO: 100

Shutter Speed: 1/120 (for 60fps)

White Balance: Custom (match with daylight: 5200K)

2. Use ND Filters Like a Pro

In bright Sri Lankan daylight, ND filters are essential. They reduce light entering the lens, allowing slower shutter speeds for motion blur, which adds a more natural and cinematic look. Always keep ND4, ND8, and ND16 filters in your kit.

3. Create Custom Gimbal Profiles

Customize your gimbal settings in the DJI Fly or DJI GO 4 app. A slower tilt speed and smooth responsiveness can give your camera movements a professional, floating look—perfect for serene shots of Sigiriya or the Nine Arches Bridge.

4. Leverage D-Cinelike or D-Log Profiles

Switch from Standard to D-Cinelike (DJI Mini series) or D-Log (Mavic 3, Air 2S) to capture flat color profiles. This gives you more flexibility during color grading, helping your footage match the cinematic tone of your overall production.

5. Pre-Plan Your Flight Path with Waypoints

Use the Waypoints feature (available in DJI Mavic 3 and Air 3) to automate complex flight paths. Set a precise path to follow through tea plantations or coastal cliffs, and focus entirely on camera movements for that perfect cinematic shot.

6. Practice the “Reveal” Technique

Fly from behind an object (tree, rock, or arch) to suddenly reveal a grand view. This hack creates dramatic transitions, especially when shooting iconic Sri Lankan locations like Dambulla Cave Temple or Yala National Park.

7. Enable Grid Lines and Center Point

Turn on grid lines and center points in your DJI app to follow the rule of thirds and balance your shots better. This is especially useful when framing large structures like temples or waterfalls.

8. Use Tripod Mode for Cinematic Pacing

Tripod Mode (also called Cine Mode in newer models) slows your drone's movements drastically. It’s perfect for emotional, slow-moving shots—great for storytelling in short films or wedding reels across Sri Lanka.

9. Utilize QuickShots for Dynamic Angles

QuickShots like “Rocket,” “Boomerang,” and “Circle” can add variety to your footage quickly. Use these creatively at Sri Lankan landmarks for social-media-ready shots without extra editing.

10. Update Firmware and Calibrate Sensors

Keep your DJI camera updated for new features and performance fixes. Always calibrate your compass and IMU before flights, especially in magnetic-heavy areas like urban zones in Colombo or Kandy.

Bonus Tips for DJI Camera Users in Sri Lanka:

Respect local drone regulations: Always check CAASL guidelines.

Fly during golden hours: Capture Sri Lanka’s natural beauty at sunrise or sunset for soft, cinematic lighting.

Back up your footage immediately: Use SSDs or cloud storage to prevent data loss in humid or unpredictable weather conditions.

Final Thoughts

Unlocking the full potential of your DJI camera in Sri Lanka doesn’t require expensive gear—just smart techniques and creative vision. With these top 10 hacks, you’re ready to shoot like a pro, whether you’re filming a travel doc, a commercial, or a short film.

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artisans-digital · 13 days ago

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How Fit-Out Companies in Qatar Are Elevating Luxury Living

Luxury. Everyone thinks they know what it means. Italian sofas. Gold-plated taps. Imported chandeliers. But in Qatar — especially today — luxury is changing. Quietly. Elegantly.

It’s no longer just about what’s expensive. It’s about how something feels.

And right at the heart of this transformation? Top-tier fit out companies in Qatar. The ones that don’t just build interiors — they craft lifestyles.

What Exactly Is a Fit-Out?

Let’s start here. Because people still confuse this.

A fit-out isn’t about throwing furniture into a room and calling it a day. Nope.

It’s the process of transforming a basic shell — four walls, a ceiling, and a floor — into a fully functional, liveable, and beautiful space. That includes:

HVAC systems

Lighting and automation

Flooring, partitions

Built-ins and cabinets

Custom everything

“People think design is about decor. But real luxury lies behind the walls,” says Layan M., an interior architect in Doha.

She’s right. You don’t see the plumbing. But you feel it when it’s done wrong.

The New Face of Luxury in Qatar

Drive through Lusail or The Pearl. Look up at the towers. Behind those tinted glass windows? Residents are raising the bar on how they live. Fit-out companies are helping them do it — quietly, precisely, and often behind the scenes.

Let me paint you a picture.

West Bay, 2024.

A young couple moves into their 28th-floor penthouse. Views? Breathtaking. Layout? A bit… off.

So, they bring in a premium fit out company in Qatar. Three months later, it’s not the same place.

They’ve got heated marble floors that stay cool in summer

A hidden walk-in closet with sensor lighting

A custom tea bar that blends into the wall — like magic

It doesn’t scream luxury. It breathes it.

What Sets These Fit-Outs Apart?

1. It’s Personal. Deeply Personal.

No two clients are the same. Some want a home office with acoustic insulation. Others dream of a walk-in spa bathroom with Himalayan salt walls. (Yes, that’s a thing.)

The best fit-out firms? They listen. They adapt. They build around you.

2. They Think Long-Term

Luxury isn’t just about looking good on Day 1. It’s about how the space feels on Day 1,000.

So, they plan for durability. Sustainability. Even resale value. From choosing wear-resistant materials to installing smart systems that adapt to weather — every choice counts.

3. Tech Meets Taste

Smart homes aren’t optional anymore. And fit-out teams in Qatar are integrating it seamlessly. Touchless switches. Curtains that open with a tap. Lighting that mimics sunset.

You don’t need to see the tech. You just need to feel like the space knows you.

Why Fit-Out Companies in Qatar Stand Out

There’s a reason international architects love working with local Qatari firms.

They know the terrain. The materials. The codes. But also — the people.

A good fit out company in Qatar understands:

How to combine majlis tradition with modern minimalism

What finishes hold up to Doha’s climate

How to get permits approved fast (huge!)

“We’re not just building spaces. We’re translating emotions into interiors,” says Hassan N., Project Director at a Lusail-based firm.

And that’s what makes the difference.

Real Homes. Real Transformations.

Al Wukair Family Villa

Before: Dull white walls. Generic layout. No personality. After: Hand-carved mashrabiya screens, an in-house cinema, and ambient lighting that changes with the time of day.

Msheireb Studio Loft

Before: Boxy. Stark. After: Warm oak panels, floating stairs, and a hidden nook for evening meditation.

These aren’t just design stories. They’re life upgrades.

Common Questions, Honest Answers

Q: How long does a luxury fit-out take? A: Depends. A high-end apartment might take 10–16 weeks. A full villa? Maybe 4–6 months. Good things take time.

Q: Are fit-outs just for the rich? A: Not at all. The best fit-out companies scale services to different budgets. You’d be surprised how much can be achieved with smart planning.

Q: Can I stay in the house while the fit-out happens? A: Sometimes. But for full-scale work? Better to step out. It’s faster and less stressful.

In the End, It’s About How You Feel at Home

We live in fast-moving times. But your home? It should slow you down. Wrap around you. Fit how you live.

That’s what the best fit out companies in Qatar deliver. Not trends. Not gimmicks. But thoughtful design, precision execution, and spaces that feel effortless.

Whether you’re moving into a new build or giving your current space a second life, think beyond what you see. Ask yourself:

Does this space reflect me? Does it serve my lifestyle? Does it inspire?

If the answer’s “not yet” — maybe it’s time to fit it out.

Looking for a fit-out partner in Qatar who gets it? Don’t go with the flashiest brochure. Go with the firm that listens. That asks questions. That shows up and sees the potential — before the plaster even goes on the walls.

Because real luxury? It’s in the silence of a well-fitted room. You feel it, even when you don’t say a word.

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dlife · 15 days ago

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5 Unique Kitchen Storeroom Design Ideas for Your Home

The kitchen is often the heart of the home, but keeping it organized can feel like a never-ending battle. If you’ve been dreaming of a clutter-free, functional kitchen, upgrading your storeroom design might be the solution. A well-thought-out storeroom doesn’t just add practicality; it can also elevate the aesthetic appeal of your kitchen.

To spark some inspiration, here are five unique kitchen storeroom design ideas to help you create a space that is both beautiful and efficient. From clever organizational hacks to stylish design features, ideas from our interior designers in Bangalore strike the perfect balance between form and function.

1. The Walk-In Pantry with a Modern Twist

A walk-in pantry is a timeless dream for many homeowners, but how about giving it a fresh, modern twist? Instead of the standard pantry layout with simple shelves, consider incorporating features that boost functionality and style.

Features to Include:

Pull-Out Drawers: Install pull-out drawers for easier access to items stored in the back. This eliminates the hassle of digging through crowded shelves.

Glass Jars and Labels: Use matching glass jars for bulk items like rice, flour, or snacks, and label them for a visually uniform look.

Integrated Lighting: Add LED strip lighting to shelves or motion-sensor lights that switch on as you step inside. Proper lighting isn’t just practical; it also makes the space feel more inviting.

Example:

Imagine a walk-in pantry with a white-and-wood color scheme, soft under-shelf lighting, and perfectly aligned jars and baskets. Functionality paired with contemporary aesthetics makes this storeroom a standout design.

2. Open Shelving Meets Hidden Storage

Not everyone has the luxury of a large pantry. If space is tight, combining open shelving for display purposes with hidden storage for bulkier or less attractive items is an efficient and stylish solution.

How to Achieve This:

Floating Shelves: Add floating shelves above countertops to display frequently used items like glass jars of pasta or spices. Choose shelves that match your kitchen’s cabinetry for a cohesive look.

Tall Cabinets with a Surprise: Beside your open shelving, integrate tall cabinets with retractable or pocket doors. These can conceal small appliances, condiments, or even a full mini-pantry behind closed doors.

Example:

Picture an open shelving setup with a rustic vibe, adorned with woven baskets, ceramic jars, and matching cookware, all balanced by discrete cabinetry that stashes the unsightly essentials.

3. Split-Level Drawers for Everyday Efficiency

Drawers aren’t just for cutlery anymore. Multi-tiered or split-level drawers are reimagining kitchen storage. These ingenious designs create compartments within compartments, helping you maximize space and keep everything tidy.

Practical Tips:

Custom Inserts: Use modular or custom drawer inserts to divide storage space for utensils, snacks, or small kitchen gadgets. Adjustable dividers make this even more flexible.

Vertical Storage for Pans: Organize pots, lids, or cutting boards vertically to save horizontal space. Drawer organizers can be installed to hold these items upright.

Why It Works:

Split-level drawers are perfect for households juggling many items in one small area. With a quick tug, you’ll have easy access to everything you need while avoiding messy piles.

4. The Multi-Functional Butler’s Pantry

A butler’s pantry is a hidden gem that combines storage, prep space, and even a cleanup area. While traditionally seen in larger homes, compact designs can fit into smaller kitchens too.

Key Elements:

Small Appliances Station: Dedicate a section for appliances like your coffee maker, toaster, or blender. Keeping them off your main countertops declutters your kitchen without sacrificing convenience.

Wine Storage: Incorporate built-in wine racks or a mini-fridge if you like entertaining.

Hidden Washing Zone: If space permits, include a small sink or dishwasher to create a separate cleanup area that doesn’t interfere with cooking activities.

Creative Styling:

For an elegant touch, decorate with backsplash tiles, contrasting cabinetry, or a pop of color to make it feel separate yet complementary to the main kitchen design.

Example:

Think of a sleek butler’s pantry tucked behind a pocket door, complete with an espresso machine, glassware, and a subway tile backsplash. It’s a miniature retreat within your kitchen, perfect for entertaining guests.

5. Vertical Storage for Tall and Narrow Areas

When floor space is limited, vertical storage can come to the rescue. Tall, narrow solutions are particularly useful in smaller kitchens and can even fit into awkward corners or niches.

Ideas to Explore:

Pull-Out Pantry Units: Slim pull-out units can slide between cabinets or appliances. These are ideal for storing canned goods, spices, or baking supplies.

Magnetic or Pegboard Walls: Use a magnetic wall to hold spice jars or kitchen tools. Alternatively, a pegboard offers flexibility to hang pots, pans, or baskets.

Ceiling-High Shelves: Install shelving that extends up to the ceiling for seldom-used items like seasonal baking equipment.

Practical Benefits:

Vertical storage makes the most of often-overlooked areas while keeping your kitchen visually clean. Plus, items stored high up can be accessed easily with foldable step stools designed to tuck neatly away.

Example:

Imagine slim pull-out pantry units on either side of your refrigerator, stocked with rows of neatly organized jars, cans, and bottles. Every inch of wall space is optimized without feeling crowded.

Putting It All Together

Your kitchen storeroom deserves to be both functional and beautiful. Whether you’re dealing with a large kitchen or looking to maximize a compact space, these five design ideas offer something for every homeowner. From modern walk-in pantries to clever vertical solutions, there’s no shortage of ways to elevate your kitchen storage game.

Which Idea Will You Try?

Now that you’ve explored these ideas, it’s time to put them into action. Are you dreaming of a sleek butler’s pantry, or are you ready to tackle storage with split-level drawers? With the right plan, you can transform even the smallest kitchen into an organized, stylish masterpiece. Take the first step today by consulting a professional team of interior designers in India and reimagine your kitchen storeroom for a more functional, enjoyable space.

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