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jpitha · 4 months ago

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Simple Solutions

There were many reasons Zil hated working on a human ship. They hated how everyone went into one big room to eat. Consuming calories for life was a private thing for the Xerilan; an unfortunate side effect of life that was better done out of sight of everyone. The humans did it all together, all sound and smells and noise. Going into the canteen at lunchtime was an assault on their senses.

They hated how the deck plates felt. Xerilan ships used a polymer covering for the floors, nice, soft, quiet. The humans used whatever alloy of iron they acquired from the lowest bidder. It was cold, and loud, and hurt their heels when they walked.

But, what they hated the most were the alarms.

Human alarms were loud, brash, violent affairs. Lights would flash, horns would honk, and some even added elements of vibration. When asked, the humans told them they wanted to make sure that everyone reacted to the alarm. Zil practically went catatonic at the noise. They received special training before taking their post on the human ship and still they had to fight the urge to roll into a ball every time the alarm sounded, and it sounded a lot.

There were alarms for battle - which was fortunately infrequent - alarms when the reactors ramped up, alarms for when they would need to secure for maneuvering, for when gravity was going to change. Zil was almost sure they heard an alarm for the start of a new day.

Zil was leaving his quarters, heading down to the greenhouse to begin his shift when the alarm sounded. This time, the alarm was different. Even they had to admit this one worried them. It sounded dangerous. It was high and trilling with a mid range warbling and even a brassy low range which made their own sounding plates vibrate unpleasantly. As soon as it started, literally everyone dropped what they were doing - some literally - and began to run.

It was the fire alarm.

As much as Zil hated all the human alarms, they at least understood why the fire alarm was so annoying. Fire aboard a starship was a potentially lethal affair, and everyone had to work together to find and extinguish the fire as quickly as possible. They ran to their assigned station and came upon the deck chief, Tanner.

"Zil! You're one of the first. Nice to see someone was paying attention at drills." He said, smiling quickly as he flung open lockers built into the walls. "Put on your gear."

Zil methodically put on his firefighting gear. Everyone aboard had some, and they were surpsied when they learned that the humans took the time and effort to consult the Swarm for plans and measurements for gear that would fit their bodyplan. It was almost like a spacesuit, but not airtight, made of a very thick cloth. There were tanks of breathing gas that the humans wore on their backs, but Zil's were strapped to their legs, like other Xerilan suits. They slid the helmet over their head and their feelers were blown around by a blast fresh air. It was annoying, but they knew that it wasn't something that could be adjusted. The humans needed their air to be fresh and in large volumes when they were under stress.

As soon as they were dressed, Tanner - also in his turnout gear - handed him a broom.

Even in the midst of an emergency, Zil regarded the broom curiously. "Uh Tanner, why did you give me a broom?"

"It's a hydrogen fire Zil, we don't know where it is."

Zil's hind-legs started twitching, preparing to launch themselves meters in the air and escape, just like their ancient ancestors. They suppressed the feeling. "What do you mean you don't know where it is?"

"Hydrogen fires are invisible and odorless. We can't see them." Tanner explained as he got his own broom. "We're going to walk the halls with the broom sticking out in front of us."

"How... will that help?"

"As soon as the broom bursts into flame, we know where the fire is!"

"We're going to walk until the broom bursts into flame? Don't you... don't you have sensors for this!?" Zil exclaimed as they began to follow Tanner. He would walk with his broom sticking out, angled towards the wall, and he moved Zil's broom so that it was pointed opposite his. Behind them two others from the deck team had their brooms out to the side.

"We do," Tanner said, not looking at them, "But they're never that accurate. Nothing like a physical indicator of an issue to find the leak fast. It's a simple solution, but that means it's robust and works even if there's a power outage or in some other kind of danger."

They methodically walked the halls of their deck, brooms out, with the alarm thankfully silent, but the lights still flashing annoyingly. They rounded a corner and came upon the other deck team, going the other way. As they approached, Zil saw one of their brooms flare to life, the fire orange and oily as the brushes caught.

"Found it!" One of the others shouted, and everyone dropped their brooms. Tanner signaled command to isolate the deck, and the pressure doors slammed down around them. Someone from the other fire team opened a cabinet and took out a fire extinguisher, and Zil ran over towards the pipe that was leaking and activated his comm. They did have a moment of thanks that the humans labeled everything. All they had to do was read off the location to command so they knew where to shut the line down.

"H2 line WES56.7, port side," he called over his comm. "Just aft of valve-" They glanced to the right, "-6769."

"Aft of valve 6769 copy." The voice on the other end crackled. Almost as soon as he called in the location, he could hear the whirring of machinery and the presumed jet of flame shrank until the only sign left was the smouldering broom and the smell of smoke and suppressant in the isolated hall.

"Nice work Zil!" Tanner said, and went to pat his back, but stopped, remembering that Zil hated being touched. "See? When you follow the training, you remain safe, and protected everyone and the ship."

"Yeah, but..." Zil opened his helmet and the hurricane if air thankfully stopped. "Brooms?"

"Simple solutions are the best ones, Zil." Tanner said, laughing. "Come on, it's up to maintenance now, we need to get back to our posts.

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gwynndolin · 1 year ago

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i can’t actually remember if all of the bow and arrow based minigames in oot and mm were all this difficult or if the fact that the joystick on this modern recreation n64 controller is like, ill suited for that. even the smallest stick movements feel like they translate to a huge first person movement. I’m not certain exactly how the control stick works in this modern one, but i assume its all potentiometers like most controllers are. Interestingly enough, it almost looks like it has a similar kind of mechanism to how the 3DS joystick looks, where its kind of on a linear slide.

Anyway, the old original N64 controllers used two encoder wheels and a laser (or probably just a small light) and a light sensing diode which would be intermittently shrouded by little interruptions on the decoder wheel which would give varying levels of current and a bunch of calculations happen which tell the controller where the joystick is, which is actually kinda great when compared to the current controller standard of graphite pads which are the typical point of failure and cause of stick drift, either from wear or dust (and dust from wear) causing the contacts to shit out.

At the bottom of the assembly there you can see the decoder wheels controlling the X and Y inputs, attached to a cradle assembly that the joystick is pushed through and locked into. Most everything that isn't contained in that bowl that the joystick sits in is shrouded, so there's not really a chance to even get small particulates into the decoder wheel. In fact the only reason n64 joysticks tend to fail is from them getting super loose around the little ball around the bottom

This part makes action with two little plastic nubs with the gate that also acts as the shroud which assists with centering the joystick and returning it to a neutral position with assistance from a spring assembly underneath the shroud.

The problem I had with my old controller is that it had been used so much that the little slits in the ball had all ballooned out from the use and friction over the years which meant it wasn't a tight fit anymore and made it so the stick would just kinda flop around instead of returning to neutral. The other problem they had (which mine also did) was that the bowl that was at the very bottom of the assembly was not lubricated, or at the very least, wasn't lubricated enough and evaporated over the years, leading to the bottom part of the joystick to scrape the bottom of the bowl and essentially sand it down.

This is almost all plastic from the inside of the bowl being scraped by the joystick (tho im sure its a little skin and whatever else too) and this would also cause a lot of problems, like the joystick sitting lower in the bowl than it was supposed to. That in combination with the centering pegs(?) not making tight action with the stick makes it wiggle around and essentially useless.

Aside from how like, stupid the solid plastic joystick was (my thumb has been getting sore after like a single solid hour or two of play), and the wear points being super obvious, i think the decoder wheel assembly is pretty cool and reminds me of how now we're getting people making control sticks with hall effect sensors which do not have a point of contact to measure input (as opposed to the gearing on the decoder wheels and joystick assembly themself, which theoretically is a wear point but is very uncommon)

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amuromi · 2 years ago

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The familiar beeping of the keypad cuts through the droning static of the night, trilling crickets and passing cars, as Toji punches in the passcode. The little light seems to hesitate before flickering green and blinking its acquiescence to his presence. With a dull click of the motion sensor the entryway blooms with a stark wash of fluorescence bright enough to make him squint, eyes stinging after wasting hours in the dimness of some club. His pockets are lighter and his head is fuzzier for it, the taste of alcohol still burning on his tongue as he kicks off his shoes and pads deeper into the apartment. The entryway goes dark without him to trigger the automatic light and the hall offers no light to replace it but he’s familiar enough between these walls to find his way towards where he needs to be, stumbling only once as a toy finds its way underfoot, squeaking as he kicks it away.

The room is illuminated by the faintest light leaking through the slightly parted curtains. The thread of faded yellow light slants across the bed, finding shapes in the darkness. The parted lips of his wife and the fluttering lashes of his son. He’s a tiny thing even after all these months–still a wisp of a person–but bigger than the last time Toji saw him. His face has started falling into place, fledgling features beginning to take shape. So strange that this little thing could look so much like him. Familiar black hair falls across his forehead like streaks of ink and his face is screwed up into a scowl even as he sleeps, legs kicking and arms twitching.

Toji’s shadow cuts through the beam of light as he stands over his son in his nest of pillows–“to keep him from rolling,” he vaguely remembers you saying. Toji’s hands are rough, calloused and scarred, but he can’t deny the urge to touch his son. He presses a dimple into the baby’s cheek, and his skin is plump and warm like a dumpling beneath the pad of his father’s fingertip as he begins to stir in earnest at the disturbance. He stretches like a cat, grape-sized fists reaching out above his head before his eyes blink open with a yawn. Twin pairs of deep blue eyes meet in the darkness. Toji expects the tears that ensue as his son’s sleepy gaze lands on the hulking silhouette standing over the bed. At first it’s only the whisper of a sound, short garbled whimpers that slowly work up to a volume loud enough to wake you. The reaction is immediate, platitudes ready on your tongue even as your voice slurs with exhaustion.

“What’s wrong, Megumi?” The raspy drawl of your voice is enough to soothe the baby’s tears as you sit up to hold him. It takes you so long to acknowledge Toji that he has to wonder if you’re purposefully ignoring him as you fret over the crying baby. A curt “welcome home” is all you can muster towards him as you dote on your son, shushing and cooing until his little whimpers turn into snores. The nursery is at the end of the hall–the farthest room from the front door at your insistence–and you shoulder past Toji to take Megumi to his room. He lets you, stepping aside because you’d never actually be able to move him even if you used all your strength. He’s as movable as a brick wall even if there’s a bit of alcohol numbing his reflexes and you know it. Knocking into him is as effective as a dog growling at a wolf.

While you’re gone, he tosses the extra pillows to the floor along with his shirt. It’s laced with the scent of cigarettes and folded pride after spending the day whittling away his earnings on what were supposed to be sure things. Easy money made by taking low stakes bets that all unraveled one after the other. The money is wasted now and maybe he needs a fight, some kind of outlet, to expel the lingering frustration. He’s waiting for you at the foot of the bed when you return from putting Megumi down. Like a moth to a flame you come fluttering over to him looking to get burned. You stand between his spread legs and Toji can’t find it in himself to keep his hands off you.

The tank top you wore to sleep is already rucked up your waist from sleeping and his thumbs find the exposed skin of your stomach, kneading against the new softness of your waist. It’s waning with each day as your body slowly reknits its shape after having Megumi but Toji finds himself somewhat enthralled with the lingering baby weight. You’re always quick to catch an attitude the moment he starts clinging around your extra weight. Smacking at his hands and telling him to leave you be like he cares if you’ve gotten bigger from carrying around his kid for nine months. It shows in your hips and your breasts, makes you look real good even when you moan about how long it’s taking for your body to “snap back.” It’s not like you’re a stretched rubber band to be shrinking once the tension’s gone but he keeps the thought to himself. It’s been made abundantly clear you’re not trying to hear his reassurances anytime you get to berating the body he loves so much. As if you aren’t everything he wants and more.

“Missed you.” The words sting worse than the alcohol. It isn’t in him for Toji to be saying things like that often. But both of you already know he hates being away from you, and now Megumi, too. His hands tighten around your waist as you try to pull away, pulling you closer even as your feet drag until he can rest his face against the lingering roundness of your stomach. He got you like this. Everything about you in this moment, the tired drawl of your voice and the added softness of your body is all his doing and he’s damn proud of himself. His pretty little wife that suffers his erratic presence and pitiful parenting with little more than patient sighs. Sometimes you’re upset and he always deserves it but even when your face is lined taut with anger he can’t help but marvel about how lucky he is. Makes him want to straighten up, be better. Makes him want to do right by you like a proper husband should. You’ve given him all your time and energy. Your name and everything. It’s the least you deserve but here he is, face smushed happily into the soft warmth of your tummy as you card through his hair, waiting for an explanation for his absence. After all, he said he’d be home two days ago.

Toji has been gone for nearly a month, having fed you some lies about freelancing on a construction contract a few prefectures over. It’s something simple, easy to swallow. Because he can’t very well tell you about what it is he really does to keep a roof over your head. It’s selfish, lying to you the way he does, but Toji has never claimed to be a particularly altruistic man. He’s selfish and greedy. Doesn’t want anything bad coming near his girl, tainting the charitable image of him she has in her mind. If you wise up too much you might up and leave him and then where would he be? Nah, he’ll keep telling you he’s out doing grunt work, manual labor. The type of strenuous work that pays well because you don’t need to know what it is the hands he touches you and your son with are truly capable of.

“You mad at me?” He asks when you take too long to answer him. It’s not meant to sound so teasing, so mocking, but Toji is sardonic by nature and his tongue is plied with too many shots. It makes him sound like he’s trying to rile you up. And maybe he is. Hadn’t that been his original intention before you came back to him all soft and sweet, looking so perfectly tired. He shouldn’t push you but he wants to. It’s clear you’re exhausted but he’s wide awake and pumped full of liquor and audacity. It curls around him like armor, makes him want to poke and prod until you stoop to his level and entertain his excess energy. He needs something to help him work through the high of coming home to you. His teeth find a soft spot to land above your navel and you yelp out a sharp quit it! before smacking the back of his head as his tongue tastes the place his teeth had been.

“What do I have to be mad about?” Comes your pragmatic answer as your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots to get his mouth away from you. It doesn’t work. He’s stronger than you, won’t move unless he wants to and what reason would he ever have to leave the soft warmth of your body? You smell so good in a way you probably hate. There’s no trace of perfume on your skin. No lingering scent of soap or detergent. You smell wholly like yourself. Like sweat and something sweet and it makes him want to taste every inch of your skin. You squirm as Toji pushes your shirt higher until it’s tucked up under the swollen weight of your breasts heavy with milk.

“Nothin’.” Toji decides even though he’s sure there’s a thousand things you could be mad at him for. He was gone two days longer than he said he’d be and wasted one of those days blowing his money on spoiled bets. He was late and still had the audacity to come home far past midnight, in those dark hours that linger just before sunrise, after you’ve been dealing with a newborn all day. Yeah, you should be mad, but he’s glad you’re not. When he looks up there’s the faintest hint of annoyance lingering on your face, pinched between your brows and weighing at the counters of your mouth. It’s a pretty look on you as his eyes begin to adjust to the muted darkness. Mussed hair, tired bruises under your eyes, and disheveled clothes. It’s a look only he gets to see because you’d never leave the house looking like you’ve just gotten into a fight. But fuck if you don’t make it look so good.

It’s enough to make Toji smile. Something mean and wanting as he stands to get in your face. He can hear it in your voice, that aloof attitude that you get whenever he’s in one of his moods. You’re trying your hardest not to rise to his prodding and it’s almost annoying how fucking perfect you are. The kind of woman that only exists in movies. The kind of woman that deserves more than him. But Toji won’t let anyone else have you. He made that decision a while ago. Marriage and a baby. A ball and chain to tether you to him. He watches the realization dawn on your face as he presses in until you’re nose to nose, a nervous “not tonight, Toji” whispering over his lips as you try to pull away from him again. He wants it to be tonight. And every night after. How can you be so perfect and expect him not to be panting after you like a dog every second of the day?

“Let me do it,” he asks, voice toeing the line of begging as his hands find your waist again. “Let me have it, mama.” Toji loves the way you squirm and pout and look away from him whenever he calls you that, like you aren’t the mother of his child. He kisses the corner of your mouth, a habit he picked up from you always pressing sweet little kisses to his scar. You fluster and shake your head, trying to pull out of his arms. He lets you just to see what you’ll do, frowning when you tug your shirt down over your stomach and go to lay back down. He watches you settle on top of the sheets, curling up on yourself like he won’t be able to see you if you make yourself small enough. Your breath comes too quickly for you to be sleeping, body lined with too much tension as you wrap yourself around his pillow like he’s not standing right here for you. His fingers wrap around your ankle, pulling you loose from the ball you’ve curled yourself into.

“The fuck are you hiding for?” Toji snaps as you try to fix your top after his pulling rolled it up your back again. He hears you whine his name, small and petulant like you have something to be embarrassed of. It takes a moment for the realization to click into place, for Toji to fully accept the idea that his pretty little wife might not be feeling so pretty after all. Toji isn’t big on manners, doesn’t wanna stoop to saying please and begging for what he wants but he just might with the way you’re acting. It’s clear you want it. He can tell by the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. You want it just as bad as he does and yet here you are, covering yourself with the sheets and murmuring about not yet. Toji’ll be the first to admit he hadn’t paid much attention to anything the doctors were going on about when you were laid up in the hospital, sweating and crying as you held Megumi for the first time, but he does vaguely remember being advised against sex for awhile.

“Does it still hurt, mama?” He asks because he can’t be too sure you’ve fully healed from the ordeal of pushing a little person out of your body. When you shake your head and throw your arms over your eyes, Toji frowns. He’s been gone for three and a half weeks, hasn’t fucked you in just as many months, and yet here you are mumbling over excuses to keep your clothes on. Too tired, too late, Megumi might wake up again. As if he won’t do all the work to make you feel good.

Toji can’t help but scoff. “What are you on about?”

As if he hasn’t answered calls while he’s balls deep inside you. If his son wakes up he’ll go see what he needs and come back to finish what he started. You don’t even need to move. All you gotta do is lay back and spread your legs while he takes care of the rest. His fingers hook into the elastic of your waistband, keen on pulling those baggy pants off. He knows what to expect. Your thighs got thicker to match the new weight of your hips. He’s expecting the plushness as he wrestles the pants off your legs even as you weakly bat at his hands and whine about him waiting a minute. All it earns you is another bite to the softness of your thigh because why would he wait even a second more after he’s already waited this long.

He’s nearly delirious with desire. There’s no more time for waiting and your pitiful little protests aren’t doing much to convince him that you actually want him to stop. You need this. Need your man to bully you out of your clothes and prove how much he’s missed seeing your body because clearly Toji’s words aren’t enough to get it through your thick skull just how gorgeous he thinks his wife is. But fuck do you look beautiful even in the darkness. He spares a second to turn on the bedside light, ignoring your feeble attempts at protest as the dim light washes over you. He watches you try to roll away, grasping at the sheets to cocoon yourself out of sight.

“Stop fucking runnin’, mama. Lemme see my girl. Already said I missed you.” Toji groans as he grabs you by the waist, reveling in the way you squeak as he moves you where he wants. Little thing always thinking you can run from him like he won’t pull you back every time. He’s greedy, wants to keep you to himself. You’re his. His wife, mother of his son. His, his, his. And yet you’re acting like he’s exaggerating how desperately he wants you after so long. Maybe it’s the alcohol turning him mean, but he wants to prove himself beyond a shadow of a doubt in your mind. It’s all he ever wants. To prove himself worthy. He knows he not but it’s the least he can do to pretend that one day he might be. You just have to let him.

He takes pity on you as you squirm, grasping for the edge of the sheets Toji’s already tossed out of reach.

“S’okay, mama. I got you.” His hands pet over your hips, fingers playing at the edge of your panties. He wants them off of you, wants to get his mouth on your cunt ’cause he can clearly see the wet spot seeping between your legs. You’ve always loved how big he is, how easy it is for Toji to move you how he wants, and yet here you are trying to play at being bashful like you don’t want his head between your legs.

“Don’t be gross,” you whine as he works you out of your panties and brings them up to his nose. Toji doesn’t miss the way you lift your hips to help. All this huffing and puffing when you want it just as bad. It makes him want to be nastier just to get under your skin, and just like he wants you to, you whine something about him being such a nasty weirdo as he tongues at the wet spot your pussy has left in your panties. The taste has his cock swelling in his pants, twitching to be inside you after months of only using his hand. It’s nearly painful the way his dick throbs at the sight of you spread underneath him. Wet and neglected as you try to tug your shirt down over your lap. Fuck, he’s glad he married you because Toji can’t stomach the thought of another man ever being in his place and getting to see you just like this. He hears the sound of your hand smacking his shoulder more than he feels it as you try to get him from between your legs. It doesn’t work, just makes him nip at your thigh again as he shoulders your legs apart and pushes your stretched shirt out of his way.

Toji isn’t doing it for you when his tongue licks a broad stroke up your pussy but you sigh like he is before thinking better of it and going back to pulling at his hair, trying to get him from between your legs like anything could part him from your fat little cunt. The feeling prickles over his scalp and sings down his spine in a way that has his hips grinding against the bed. He’s not worried about you as he sucks your clit into his greedy mouth, tongue tracing the shape of his name over the sensitive bud. It’s his, you’re all his.

He can barely hear you whining over the sound of how wet your cunt is in his mouth. “Toji, get up. M’gonna squish you, stop it!” You’re not saying anything important and he tightens your legs around his head, trying to drown in the warmth of your thighs smothering him. When you don’t get your way he feels the hand not gripping his hair pressing against his shoulder. Not trying to move him, but using his immovable nature to your advantage as you try to scoot up the bed. He doesn’t care until you get far enough that his mouth pops off your cunt. There’s a shining mess of spit and arousal strung between the two of you and he’s eager to make you even messier. An arm is tossed over your wiggling hips, heavy as a steel beam to keep you from running from his mouth again.

“Stop movin’, lemme eat in peace.” He groans as his nose nuzzles against your clit while he tongues at your fluttering hole. His eyes watch you over the soft curve of your tummy. Your eyes are wet with tears as you whimper over the feeling of his hot tongue on your pussy. You’ve been suffering just as much as he has but you’re still acting like you don’t want him to fucking ruin you, like you don’t deserve it. You do. Of course, you do. Everything and more. He feels you relax into it, hand loosening to softer tugs in his hair as your lashes flutter and lips part. This is how he likes you, soft and happy. Quiet little moans filling the room as he makes a mess between your legs. He can feel you getting close as your pussy drools down his chin. Your thighs are tensing around his head, shaking in the way they always do when you’re close to cumming. It makes him laugh, and the deep sound sings through your pussy. It’s enough to push you over the edge.

Finally, finally, you drop the shy act and pull his mouth closer, hips grinding against his face like you’re trying to mark him up with your wetness. He can feel it glossing over his cheeks and chin, smell it as he watches you ride his face. Two fingers find their way inside your fluttering walls, hooking against that sweet spot until you squeal and he gets to hush you like that’s not exactly what he wanted to hear. Because weren’t you the one worried about waking the baby? Now listen to you. This is what he wanted and you were being all stubborn acting like he couldn’t have it. It’s not until you’re running again that he eases up. He could keep going, keep eating you until you’re all out sobbing and shoving at him to get his greedy mouth and thick fingers away from your pussy, but he’ll be nice just this once. Toji sits back on his knees and watches you cringe at the sound his fingers make as they slip out of your soaked cunt. Webs of your arousal cling between his fingers and he makes a show of dragging his tongue between them like he’s still eating you out.

“Felt good, huh?” He knows it did. You made such a big mess and you’re still dripping onto the sheets. Makes him eager to get you on his dick. It’s still straining in his pants, painfully hard from tasting you and hearing all your little noise. He gets up just long enough to strip off his pants, ignoring the mess he’s made just from getting his head between your legs. Toji eyes your shirt, still pulled defiantly low.

“Take it off.” You grab at the hem, fiddling with nervous fingers. “Take it off or I’ll rip it off.” He amends. You mumble something that sounds like “don’t wanna” as you cling to the fabric like it’ll keep him off you.

Toji scoffs, “You know what to say if you don’t want to.” He reminds you as he grabs at the collar of your shirt. It’s damp with sweat as is the rest of your body. You look shimmery in the low light, eyes glittering with tears as he works you out of that last piece of clothing with a quick jerk of his arms. The shirt doesn’t put up a fight, ripping like paper so he can shove it away from your chest. Your body comes spilling out without the tight fabric clinging to you. Tits swollen with milk and tummy still holding on to that last bit of baby weight. You look like a mother and it makes his balls tighten. His mama, his girl. He got you like this and fuck if he isn’t gonna enjoy it while it lasts. He’ll leave your tits alone only ’cause you’ve been complaining–and he’s happy to listen–about how sore breastfeeding is making you. You’ve gone up a couple cup sizes and your tits look gorgeous but he won’t bother them if it’ll hurt you.

“Toji.” You’re pouting. He can hear it in your voice and see it in the way you’re squirming as he kneels over you, fisting his cock as he stares at your body.

“What?” Right about now he doesn’t really care about what you’re whining about unless you’re gonna start begging for his cock. His free hand finds your waist again, kneading at the softness he finds there. So plush and warm. Fucking you like this is gonna feel like he’s fucking a cloud. He hears you muttering about being too big and tells you to shut up.

“Don’t be fucking dumb. Acting like it’s the end of the world. Shut up and let me fuck you.” Usually he’d try to be more tactful with his words. It’s only right that you get to complain about how your body changed, but right now he really doesn’t want to hear it. You’re talking down on the body that’s driving him insane like you can’t see his cock twitching at the sight of you sprawled out beneath him. Toji tosses your thighs over his, pulling you up into the cradle of his lap, remembering only vaguely to shove a pillow under your back. You cover your face as he stares at your pussy, like he didn’t just get real up close and personal when he had her in his mouth. She’s still drooling real pretty for him as he ruts against you, wetting his dick with the mess you’re making. He feels your thighs jump every time the head of his cock catches against your clit. He pulls back the hood so he can really love on it, listening to the way you choke on your breath as he grinds over the sensitive little bud.

“Gonna let me inside, mama?” Toji asks and you nod eagerly, hips bucking in his lap. Fuck. You’re cute when you stop worrying so damn much. Acting like he isn’t dying to get his dick inside you. He can feel you clenching as he presses in, pussy gripping him so good as he drags you down on his cock. You take it so well. Inch by inch you let him inside until you’ve swallowed him down to the base, already wetting his hips with your excitement. The clenching heat is enough to stun him and Toji has to hold you still with clenched teeth to keep you from milking him to the edge too soon. You’re already trying to ride him with little bucks of your hips, hiding a smile behind your hands as you lay back against the pillows and act like you weren’t just trying to keep him off you.

“Not so shy now, huh?” Toji asks, squeezing at your thighs as he pulls back just to fill you up again with another deep stroke. You make a pretty little noise as he bottoms out, wet lips parting around a moan even as you try to catch it with your shaky hands. He’s got you good. You’re making enough noise for the both of you as Toji stirs up your insides, keeping you locked on his dick even when it starts to get too much for you. He can feel you trying to squirm away when he gets too deep inside you, hands grabbing at his wrists, trying to pry him off you. He’s mean about fucking you now, thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit as you wail about it being too much.

“S’not enough if you don’t cum, mama. Lemme feel it.” You’re already clenching so tight around him, pussy milking his cock like you want another baby. He’s lucky you’re on the pill because the way your body is rippling with every thrust is getting him weak. There’s no way he’d be able to pull out even if he can barely handle the one kid he’s already got. It feels too good to stop even when you’re trying to get away from the feeling of him spreading you open.

Toji can’t help but laugh between his panting. “This is your dick, mama, stop running from it.”

“Yeah, it’s mine.” You agree, tongue getting loose the closer you get to cumming. “Want it. Want you.” He can feel you tightening up as you babble about him being yours. Your thighs start to shake again, trying to knock shut even with his legs keeping you nice and open for him.

“Get me wet, mama. I know you want to.” You cum hard, clit twitching under his thumb as you cream on his dick, getting him all sticky with your cum. Selfish as he is, Toji keeps you on his dick for a little while longer. Milking himself dry inside you while he keeps a quick pace on your clit. You’re crying and wailing–real loud like you don’t have a kid and neighbors–by the time he eases up on you. Your pussy is flushed and swollen around his cock when he pulls out. His dick is shiny with wetness, dragging out a mess with his softening cock. You’re leaking his cum in a frothy mess onto the sheets, pussy hot and twitching from how hard he fucked you. Toji can’t help but thumb through the mess, smearing the mix of your releases over your puffy pussy and circling your clit just to hear you whine about it being too much. So fucking pretty and all his.

His hands rub at your thighs as he lets you off his lap, trying to work the soreness from your muscles while you catch your breath. He watches you relax as the fatigue slowly creeps back in. He kept you up far longer than he should’ve but it was worth it for the way you seem so content to let him rub on you. An hour ago you would’ve been batting his hands off of you and cowering like you didn’t want him to see you. Now you’re content to stretch out across the bed and let him squeeze anywhere he pleases. This is what he prefers. It’s his body you were berating anyway. You belong to him. You’re not allowed to act shy and be mean like he won’t remind you just how much you’re worth. He thinks about getting his mouth on you again as he watches you cuddle back up to his pillow and decides you won’t mind too much. He can taste himself leaking out of your pussy as he drags his tongue through your folds. You whine and shift but the hand you slip into his hair is gentle, letting him have his fun as long as he goes slow. He only parts from you when a sharp cry crackles through the speaker of the baby monitor.

“I got him.” Toji says easily. You’re barely awake and it’s the least he can do after being gone for so long. “Go pee.” He reminds you as he slips back into his pants. You mumble something that might be an “okay” as he goes to see what Megumi needs. The little spud is squirming in his crib, snotting and crying like he needs something but he quiets the second Toji picks him up. He doesn’t want his bottle, doesn’t need to be changed, he’s just making noise ’cause he woke up wanting attention. Toji is content to give it to him, walking around the nursery until Megumi falls asleep again. Toji holds him a little while longer, basking in the sweet scent that seems to cling to him. Like milk and lotion as he rests a hand on his son’s back. When he gets back to bed where you’ve already changed and fallen back to sleep, Toji considers a career change.

#toji ★#toji smut #toji x reader smut #toji x reader #jjk smut #★ mine!

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ialpiriel · 8 months ago

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Truck update: looks like the second broke is because of the first broke. Unclear how to fix it.

Car done broke :(

#del gets personal #for all u gearheads that follow me (lol) it looks like the new crankshaft pulley they put in isnt being read by the hall effect sensor #when its at high rpms which is causing my high-rpm misfire #and lower-but-still-high rpm CEL #interestingly at 3krpms yoy can feel the misfire but it doesnt throw a code #and at 2.5krpms it throws a CEL but you cant feel the misfire

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capnsaltsquid · 5 months ago

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I really hope the Switch 2 joycons are either hall effect or magnetoresistive, but the hints that the joycons are magnetically joined to the console have me worried. I suppose that if they designed it properly with the joining magnet fields out-of-plane with the sensor they wouldn't interfere, but I wouldn't put it past Nintendo to design a "driftless" joystick that still drifts due to poor planning.

Please Nintendo, I'm begging you, we're a quarter of the way through the 21st century, please tell me you did not put potentiometer joysticks in yet another product.

... I'm also wondering why they went with such a high-density interconnect that seems delicate. The optical sensor more or less proves that it will have mouse functionality, and if you've looked at the underside of your mouse you know how much gunk builds up underneath. That connector is gonna be clogged with dorito goo within the first month.

#nintendo switch #switch 2

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materialsscienceandengineering · 1 month ago

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Mathematical model modulates the anomalous Hall angle in a magnetic topological semimetal

When an electric current passes through some materials, it generates a voltage perpendicular to the direction in which the current is flowing and of an applied magnetic field. This physical phenomenon, known as the anomalous Hall effect, has been linked to the intrinsic properties of some materials. The efficiency with which a longitudinal current drives a transverse spin-polarized current in these materials is referred to as the anomalous Hall angle (θA). In many conventional magnetic materials, this angle is typically very small, which in turn limits the sensitivity of sensors and other devices developed using these materials. Researchers at the Chinese Academy of Sciences have introduced a new mathematical model that allows them to modulate the θA in the magnetic topological semimetal Co3Sn2S2.

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nemoofunknownparadigm · 19 days ago

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Last of Humanity

A hellish blizzard screams across the devastated landscape of Copper9, only the mad and the desperate would ever consider traveling during such a massive storm…and the two figures hidden by the veil of ice and snow are both.

Khan and Nori were out scavenging when the weather took a turn for the worse and devolved into the current helwinter storm. The atmosphere irrevocably altered by the collapse of the core, struggling to stabilize, now prone to swift and often destructive shifts.

The two are huddle together beneath a thick tarp, their back laden with overstuffed packs filled with various supplies gleaned from the ruins left behind by humanity. Trudging through the waist high snow, with the snow burden wind obscuring their optics and roaring winds filling their audio sensors. They were effectively blind, deaf and mute. Relying on internal maps of the local area drafted during previous scavenging runs as their only means of navigation. With luck, it’ll lead the two to a cluster of still standing buildings they could take shelter in.

Against the odds, they make it. Almost throwing themselves into the frozen building, they quickly shed the protective tarp and their packs but even now being protected from the storms they still aren’t out of danger. Khan internal temperature sensors report dangerously low temperatures, teetering on the very edge of his system’s tolerance. Meanwhile, Nori is in somewhat better shape. The ravenousness demon instead of her causes her systems to run hotter than the baseline drone. Yet still, a source of warmth is needed if either of them want to see the next day.

Khan: A basement.

Nori: What?

Khan: We should see if this building has a basement. It’ll be warmer since it’ll be insulated by the earth. We can bunker down there.

Nori: Sounds like a plan.

With a quick search the pair discovers foreboding stairwell leading to the sublevels, the double door blocking access denoted with warnings of “authorized personnel only” and “unauthorized access will punished”. Without a word and with a flick of her wrist, Nori briefly activates the solver. Crushing the heavyset doors into scrap, Khan slips his lockpicking set back into his pocket.

Descending down into the dark, Khan produces a miniature flashlight from one of his many coat pockets. It’s weak beam of light cutting through the darkness. Nori let loose a short giggle.

Nori: What don’t cha got in those pockets?

Khan: The cure for all mortal affliction but I do have these!

From another pocket Khan produces a handful of scrumptious bolts, he offering some to Nori who gladly accepts the snack.

Finally reach the bottom of the stair, the pair is greeted by a long hallway. Having no other choice they begin to move down it. Lined along the hall are various doors, some locked with others flung wide open. The easily accessible rooms are briefly explored, yielding skeletons, various types of medical equipment and tools. A chill pierces through Nori’s circuits as memories of cabin fever labs bubble up to the surface, noticing her discomfort Khan squeezes her hand in reassurance and offers her a gentle smile. She smiles back.

Reach the end of the hall they find another set of heavy double doors emblazed with a label reading, “Cryogentic Storage”.

Khan: Cryogentics? Huh, that could work.

Nori: How so?

Khan: Thermodynamics, to keep things cold you have to redirect heat to somewhere else. Usually, for freezers it bleed off into environment.

Nori: And those cryogentic pods are literally just big freezers.

Khan: Exactly! Are you familiar with them?

Nori: …somewhat.

Khan: If it’s about those labs then you don’t have to-

Nori: No, no! It’s fine. I- back in cabin fever whenever a subject is proven too unruly for normal cells then they’re stuck in one of those pods to be dealt with later…I was shoved into one once. It frickin sucked.

Khan: Huh, too badass to be contained? You must’ve struck fear into those human’s little hearts?

Nori let lose a weak laugh

Nori: Hell yeah, left them quaking in their little boot.

A moment of silence settled between them before Nori points at the door.

Nori: I’m going to crush the door now.

Khan: Oh! You sure? Doesn’t using your robo-demon power mess you up?

Nori: I’ll fine! Besides, I got the last one.

Khan: Exactly, why I should handle this one. I have my lockpicking kit on me.

Nori: If you think you can handle it.

Khan: Nothing can resist the ol’doorman charm!

Khan kneels down before the doors before producing the lockpicking kit from one of his pockets. Quickly getting to work, Nori settles in next to him to watch him pick the lock…also to dig through his other pockets for snacks.

The lock proves to be more stubborn than Khan originally thought. Time begin to tick away as 1 minute becomes 5, then 10 then 20 and finally 30. Khan sets down the tools and stands up, frustration evident on his face.

Nori: It’s alright dude, let me handle this.

Khan then rips a service pistol from the holster on his hip, firing 3 successive shots into the lock. The sudden gunfire causes Nori to stumble back in surprise. He then kicks the door once, then twice and on the third blow it blows open. A wicked smile graces his faces

Khan: The ol’doorman charm! Never fails.

Nori steps forwards, a hand on her audio sensor.

Nori: Damn, dude. Give me a warning next time!

Khan smile becomes a sheepish one, as he holsters the pistol

Khan: Hehe, sorry.

With the door now open, the duo peers inside. It’s a large storage area lined with dozens of cryopods. Dark and inert, save for one. At the far end of the storage, one pod glows with faint blue light. Making their way to the pod, the temperature steadily increases much to their relief but that relief is short lived as the both stop dead in their tracks at what is in the pod.

Khan: It’s…it’s a human

Nori: It’s a freakin baby!

Khan: A human baby.

They inch closer to the pod, leaning forward to get a better look at the frozen child. Dressed in a purple onesie with a bat plush at their side, the child had brown skin and a peach fuzz of hair.

Khan turned his attention to the data at the side of the pod.

Khan: The pod was activated the day the core collapsed.

Nori: Her parents must’ve shoved her in here to save her…

Silence fell over them, an aura of apprehension surrounding them. Unsure in what to do. Khan clenched his fist.

Khan: I think…we should leave her.

Nori: Khan?

Khan: She’s human, Nori! She can’t survive here! Plus, we fought to be free of humanity! Why would we release her?

Nori: She’s a child, a baby.

The bluntness of the statement rattled Khan.

Khan: S-… She’s a baby.

Nori: I get where you’re coming from but calm thy titties.

Khan: I’m sorry, it just…I don’t what what came over me.

Nori places a hand on his shoulder, Khan looks over to her.

Nori: I know, we both been hurt by humans but that isn’t her fault.

Khan nods, “it not her fault.” He echos

Khan: Still, there isn’t much we can do. She’s too small, even an adult wouldn’t survive in this cold for long. Hell, we can barely survive!

Nori: She’s stuck in there. Never even got to live her life.

Khan: …yeah, it’s…unfair.

They both gaze at child frozen in time, melancholy weighing down on them.

Nori: Does she have a name?

Khan turns to consult the data panel again, finding nothing but numbers.

Khan: No, nothing.

Nori: Huh…the pod is still on.

Khan: Must be a back up generator or a reserve of emergency power. Whatever it is, it has to be temporary.

Nori: So, she’s going to wake no matter what we do.

Khan: She will.

Nori: …I meant…we could take her?

Khan: How would we even take care of her? She would need to eat and drink, food would be in short supply.

Nori: There has to be at least some stockpiles somewhere on this planet! Doomsday preppers and all.

Khan: I meant, maybe? We’d have to find them first before we get her out of the pod. We don’t know how long the power will hold. It’s a nigh impossible situation.

Nori: We beat the odds before, Hell the fact we’re standing here in the first place is testament to that!

Khan: You’re right about that…it’ll be hard.

Nori: Backing down from a challenge, Khan?

Khan: Ha! Never. But she’ll need a name.

Nori: You right, how about Naruto?

Khan: Naruto? The ninja?

Nori: It’s a cool name!

Khan: Yeah, but Naruto?

Nori: Then what do you suggest then?

Khan: Uhhhh, shoot…Uzi?

Nori: Like the gun?

Khan: Yeah, the Uzi submachine gun!

Nori: …shit, that’s cool.

Khan: Yeah! …Our little Uzi.

Nori turns back to the pod, she places her hand against the glass. Khan follows suit and places his hand beside hers.

Nori: Our little Uzi.

#murder drones #khan doormam #nori doorman #khori #murder drones au #Christ this must be my longest post #hope I wrote Khan and Nori well #if not then yell at me

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artbyrobot · 5 months ago

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Avoiding Back EMF Feedback Need for BLDC Motor Controller

I had a eureka moment recently that I wanted to share. So basically I was thinking that I may not need to read back emf from a BLDC motor in my custom motor controller. Instead, I can have it just mindlessly advance the motor at a fairly low power mode by default and a default speed of advancement of the rotating electromagnetic field. Without feedback, it may overshoot, rotating faster than the output shaft and thereby skipping some turns. That is the reason why people want to read the back emf to avoid that issue and instead only advance the electromagnetic field forward at just the right moment - the zero point crossing moment. But I was thinking about it and realized that is not really necessary. For this application, if skips start happening, it doesn't really matter. To the degree that skips are happening, the motor will stop advancing the load with its winch system and this will show up when readings are taken by the potentiometer measuring the final joint angle. If alot of skips were taking place, the advancement of the potentiometer would not match the angle it thought it would be at were no skips involved and this would tell the motor controller that it has been having skips and give it an idea of how many skips as well based on the divergence of projected joint angle by now and actual joint angle by now. So then it would turn down the speed a bit or turn up the amount of on time of its pwm and thereby put more force into the rotating magnetic field to give a bit more oomph to the motor. It would then track progress by way of the potentiometer again and see if that solved it. If it still is skipping a fair amount that could indicate the load is more than expected or there is a jam in the system or it just needs more power and it could turn up the power more and slow the speed down more on its rotating magnetic field overall speed and try again. Rinse and repeat until it finds the sweet spot or finds out it simply cannot lift the load because its too heavy or there's a jam in the pulleys or w/e. So in a way then this would give it collision detection as well as the ability to have an idea of how heavy loads are based on how much it had to slow down and add forces to get the joint to move. I then see no real need to implement ANY back emf reading NOR any need for hall effect sensors etc to monitor rotation progress. The potentiometer on the final joint the motor is actuating is enough clues to tweak the rotating magnetic field to our satisfaction. By eliminating the back emf circuitry we greatly simplify the schematic of the motor controller, suffer negligible performance hit, and eliminate a lot of processing for the microcontroller chip handling the logic of many bldc motors simultaneously which means it can handle more bldc motors by itself. It doesn't get bogged down so much by having to read in all the zero point crossings as part of its routine. This saves on processing demands and processing speed demands. Getting this all to work in real time and perfecting it will require a fair bit of trial and error but this is how I'm seeing it working out and my proposed solution for simplifying things. I think it should work great! I'm excited to have much more dumbed down circuitry like this and to get to working on this soon. Just have to finish making my pulleys and then this electronics development can get underway again. That's why I've been thinking ahead about it a fair bit since it seems I'm likely nearing the end of solving the pulleys situation soon.

#robot #robotics #diy

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years ago

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From Vormir, With Love - Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: The number of words get progressively shorter sdhbfuihfui welp hope you still like it guys!

It takes little time to tell everyone that Carol Danvers is on her way, and they look so happy. Tim's ears are all perked up, and the Mantis lady's eyes are all bright with… joy you guess, not knowing better. Even June grumpily admits that she's glad they're out soon. She's been feeling uncomfortable staying here; not because of the accommodations, mind you, but because of the constant rounds around the room from the soldiers that made her feel more in prison than anything else. It was understandable, but you keep reassuring her it's probably an effect of her trauma, and that you were safe.

Afterwards, and once you're sure your friend is feeling better, you go back to simply waiting, sitting next to Natasha who is keeping her cool facade but you can feel that she's impatient to get home too. You talk a bit, and share a meal with everyone when food is brought to you - along with the other people. You feel relaxed for the first time in five years, if you have to be honest, and your laugh when Tim dances around to catch his bread after losing his grip on it manages to get a small smile from Natasha.

But those good times don't last when three soldiers approach you. You can see how tense they are, the way one of them has their hands hovering their weapon, and the others have no warmth in their voice. Maybe it's just your imagination, but one look at the others tells you it's not.

"We've seen Captain Marvel's heat signature on our sensors, she'll be there soon, please come with us."

You feel like you don't really have a choice, so with a nod, you agree. Before you can pick up your weapons, they signal to you.

"Leave those, you won't need it."

You share a worried look with Natasha, and she shakes her head to signal you not to grab it. She knows something is wrong too, but with all the civilians around, she also knows better than to put them in danger.

With that in mind, you all stand up and follow the soldiers. They guide you away from the mess hall into corridors until you reach one of the numerous landing bays. There, more soldiers are waiting for you and some train their weapons on you as soon as you walk in. A few feet away from you a woman in a suit and with blond hair was standing up proudly, also with weapons trained on her.

That was Carol Danvers, you guessed.

"See, your friend is here," the general said. "Now, surrender to us and no harm will come to them."

The brown eyes examine your group and upon falling on Natasha goes wide. There is a question in her eyes, and the answer comes in a nod from the redhead. It's her, she's alive. She's back. There are a lot of emotions in the eyes of the blonde, but mainly she stays serious, and nods back.

"What's going on?" You whisper towards Natasha after their silent conversation, and with the whole situation.

"Best guess? Carol and those guys aren't on the best of terms." This is rather obvious.

"And here I thought they were best buddies," you nervously joke.

"Just get ready to fight." You're about to protest that you're barely a fighter compared to those guys, but she shakes her head. "Just do what you did when we met."

Slowly, you nod. You held your own that day, and the past five years. You know you can be dangerous when provoked. You can do it.

Meanwhile, Carol is being her usual cocky self.

"You know, I could pulverize all of you easily, why should I surrender?"

"You could, but one of us would have the time to put down one of your friends."

"I barely know them," she shrugs, and Natasha knows it's a stratagem to destabilize them.

"Not even her?" One of the soldiers comes behind Natasha and pushes her forward with his weapon - something that resembles a rifle. Danvers frowns as the Avenger is brought in front of her. You can see cogs turning in her head, and she eyes your group before she makes a decision.

"Okay, I surrender." She puts her hands up in the air, just as her eyes stop on you, like she was talking to you, and you nod. You don't know what you agreed to, but you did. You exchange a look with Tim. You're both on each side of the group. If things go south– no, when things go south sounds more likely, you'll have to disarm three soldiers or at least make sure they can't shoot anyone. You just need a signal.

They put cuffs on Carol. Not yet. You hear the click. Not yet. The soldiers relax in a collective sigh of relief.

Now.

Natasha turns and kicks the rifle from the soldier behind her in the air, and you charge with all your strength against the closest guy, his rifle flying away, before kicking the weapon of another one away. Tim takes one of the soldiers in his massive hands and throws him in two others, stopping them from retaliating.

In this time, the redhead grabs the rifle she sent in the air and shoots the handcuffs from Carol's hands.

From there, it was a debacle for the enemy. Carol was shooting with her powers left and right, causing damage not only to the enemy but to the structure too. In the chaos, it was easy for you to grab a weapon and take care of any threat coming your group's way. When no one is left standing, Carol turns to Natasha.

"Where's your ship?"

"Bay E-12!" She answers and quickly you start making your way there. Now that you're armed, and with Carol, it's easy to make your way through the station. Although, as you pass the mess hall, Tim stops and look in the direction of your bags.

"We should grab our stuff before we leave!"

"We don't really have the time for that," Natasha protests, and Carol groans.

"You go to the ship, I'll grab your stuff. You, with me!" She points at you, and you can only straighten your back before you follow her. People are avoiding you and even make themselves small as you advance. Once there, you get your backpack and Junes, and then help move everyone else's. Luckily, no one had a lot.

You bring back everything to the ship, where Natasha already started the flight procedures. Apparently she could also learn just by watching. Still, when you arrive, she gives you your seat.

"Alright everyone, buckle down, we're going 0 to a 100 in a second."

"A 100 what?!" Tim asks at the expression, and you almost find yourself explaining before Natasha focuses you on the command board in front of you.

When the ship leaves, you're followed by Carol outside, guiding you. She's easily as fast as the ship. No wonder she barely took any time to reach you. It takes little time for the ship to get to the hexagonal door, and luckily, no one is following you when you get through and arrive somewhere you've never been, according to the star chart. You stop the ship a bit further away from the arrival point and June takes care of letting Carol inside via the depressurized locker. She is barely in when she throws herself around Natasha.

"You're alive! How?" She takes a step back and looks at the redhead, making sure she's not hallucinating.

"I don't know. I woke up… I was at the bottom of the cliff."

The exchange tickles your curiosity; you still had no idea what Natasha was doing on Vormir at the time, nor how she ended up there alone. You frown, but don't interrupt as you listen with rapt attention.

"I have so much to tell you, you need to know what happened." The joyful reunion suddenly feels much more serious, and like you're intruding. You turn to everyone and grab the bags Carol brought back inside.

"Okay everyone, get yourself set up," you half order everyone to disperse them and give Carol and Natasha a bit of privacy. You give them one last look before you leave them alone.

You are en route to the next jumping point and after your adventures most of everyone is sleeping. Carol and June are awake, swapping stories in hushed tones - turns out Carol is immune to June's caustic remarks -, so you decide to go to the cockpit to check on the ship. When you arrive there, you're surprised to find Natasha sitting in the pilot seat, her knee under her chin and her eyes red from crying. You approach slowly, like you would with a predator, and gently grab her shoulder with a soft hand.

"Natasha?"

"Y/n. Sorry, I didn't see you there." She starts unfolding her body to stand up, but your hand makes itself firmer and forces her to stay in place.

"Don't worry about it." You let go of her, only to sit in the co-pilot chair. "How are you doing?"

She snorts and sniffles. "I think it's obvious."

"I don't know, you could be overjoyed," you joke, and she rolls her eyes before you ask more seriously:

"What's happening?"

"There was a battle for the stones, and Tony sacrificed himself." You only vaguely understand what she was talking about, if you have to be honest, but you feel for her. "He is such an overzealous idiot. Or was, I guess." She snorts. "But I'm one to talk."

You have no idea what she means by that, so you simply take a deep breath and slowly rub her back. "I'm sorry." Your hand moves from her back to her shoulder and she takes it without thinking much.

"Thank you. It's hard to wrap my head around it."

"Of course. Is there anything you need?"

She shakes her head. "No. Just… stay her?"

You nod and adjust your hand position so you're slightly more comfortable. Her grip tightens, and you get the type of support she's looking for; silence, understanding, kindness. Someone's simple, soft presence.

And you do your best to be that someone.

It only takes 24 hours to arrive at the next jumping point, the one leading the Earth. Before you press the button that would make you go through the hexagone, you turn to Carol.

"C-53. You're sure?"

"Let me think." Her eyes squint and she pretends to think. "Yep, pretty sure it's the good one."

"Okay. Everyone takes a seat, we're taking the door." You take a deep breath and gets the ship to speed before you go through the jumping point.

And see Earth appear in front of you.

A tear rolls on your cheek.

After five years, you're finally home. You power the ship to approach the blue planet, emotions swelling in your chest. You hear people talking in the background but all you can focus on is the approaching land, until Natasha puts her hand on your shoulder.

"I know a place where we can go."

You nod and take the coordinates she gives you, following them until you're above the trees' limit. There you're able to see a house next to a barn and from there it's easy to find a place to land. Once you land, you turn to everyone with a smile.

"Welcome to Earth."

An unusually emotional June wraps her arms around your neck and you hug her back with a smile.

You are finally home.

Natasha smiles at the display, in that brief, tender way she reserved only for some special people. You notice, your heart skipping a beat, and mouth a 'thank you' to her with emotion in your eyes before June releases you. Without her, you would still be looking around in space. You could kiss her. You want to kiss her, you realize, and look away.

Oh no.

You want to kiss her.

Carol is the first one to touch the ground, followed by you. When you do, you notice a man approaching the ship with his arms pointing at it.

"Carol! What is this in my backyard? Who is this in my backyard?!"

"Sorry birdie, not my fault." She smiles and looks back towards the ship, Natasha finally appearing in turn after almost everyone came out.

"Then who–" he starts before he can stop, and Natasha is in front of him.

Natasha, who he thought he had lost. Thought he was responsible for losing. But no, she was right there. Right in front of him like nothing had happened, like he didn't lose his most important battle on that cliff.

"Nat–" he can't even manage her name before he runs at full speed towards her and crashes in her arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, it should have– should've been me. But you're here. How are you…?"

"I woke up on Vormir, I don't know…" She hugs him back, without a hint of hesitation.

"Tony, he tried to bring everyone back. I guess it worked to some degree." He finally let go of her, his eyes red with unshed tears. She doesn't look any better, only imagining what it must have felt like for him. "Shit… Tony–"

"I know. Carol told me everything."

He nods, then finally looks at everyone else. You give a small wave as a form of hello, as a chorus of mumbled hellos come from the rest of the group.

"We're going to have to bunk, won't we?" Natasha asks jokingly.

He looks at her and smiles. "Yeah. Come on everyone, let's get you settled."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha #fvwl #natasha imagine #idk how to tag

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spookyweaselbones · 8 months ago

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Re-designing my Waldo

I found out they make rotary hall effect sensors (why did no one tell me). These little guys are miracles; they have the exact same effect on the voltage as a traditional potentiometer but with all the advantages of hall-effects. Straight upgrade. And unlike optical encoders, the positioning is absolute, so no calibration needed. The sensors are a slightly different form factor though, and because my first prototype prioritized fewer parts over upgradeability, a tiny little change requires a complete re-design. As you can see, I'm trying to avoid that in the future. This version has far more parts that bolt together rather than weld, particularly where sensors get installed. This was also an opportunity to make some long overdue ergonomic adjustments (the thumb position was atrocious) and add a couple extra sensors for my fingers. If I've done everything right (and I almost never do) this will be easier to repair, lighter, and more expressive.

#if this design works I might do a tiny kickstarter to do a super super limited run of these

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honourablejester · 4 months ago

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Blades in the Dark Character Concept: Mad Scientist Leech

Because I was talking about how much the crafting and specifically inventing rules of BitD excite me. The gadgets and rituals especially, but let’s focus on gadgets for a moment, because I’ve got ideas. Let’s get some mad science up in here!

So. Our playbook is Leech. And we’re going to want the Artificer special ability: “When you invent or craft a creation with spark-craft features, you get +1 result level to your roll (a 1-3 becomes a 4/5, etc.). You begin with one special design already known. Follow the Inventing procedure with the GM (page 224) to define your first spark-craft design.” Straight out of the gate, that gives us one design we’ve already invented, with no need to study it, although we still have to successfully craft said design in-game.

And I think I want that design to be for … In Dishonored, there’s a power called Dark Vision, which allows you to see glowing orange outlines of people even through walls. Which, in Blades, probably should come under ‘Arcane’ rather than ‘Spark-Craft’, except that almost all spark craft is based on plasm, which is condensed life energy. So it should be possible to calibrate a sensor, to somehow treat a lens to place in some goggles, to react to the presence of plasm in living beings. To sense, via the ghost field/ether, their presence regardless of physical obstacles.

Now. Potential downsides? It would also react to ghosts and demons, which would both show up much stronger, so if it’s calibrated to the much lower concentrations found in living humans, unexpectedly staring straight at ghosts or demons could have bad effects. Which I think under the invention rules would be classed as the ‘Volatile’ drawback (‘troublesome side effect’). Perhaps we could refine the design further later, to provide shielding? But for the initial prototype design we’re working with here, there may be some kinks to work out.

I think this item might be somewhere in the Tier IV/V ballpark. If we give it a range of a small building and a duration of a few minutes per activation. We might add on another drawback of ‘Consumable’ in that to activate the coating on the lenses involves burning through some electroplasm, hence why it has a duration.

Anyway. Pulling back a touch. This is our Leech’s pet project. Because she just has itchy tinkering fingers. She wants to make things. And then try them out. And yes, she could go for the official route, there likely is a military application there that someone would gladly have paid her for, but she doesn’t want her work to wind up in Imperial hands. She wants it for herself, and her chosen people, not the government. But that means she has to fund her own work. Which, well. What’s a putative supervillain to do but turn to a life of crime?

Her background is academic. Sparkwright Tower. She has a grounding in this stuff, an education. Natural talent, sure, but also study. But her heritage …

I think she’s Skovlan. She really doesn’t want the government, the Empire, to have her work. To rip something else from Skovlan minds and Skovlan hands and use it to oppress them all over again.

Getting into Charterhall University and Sparkwright Hall involves being sponsored to it. And she’s a kid from Charhollow, parents working the factories in Coalridge. Where’d she get the sponsorship? But she had a talent. A fierce, burning, oh-so-visible talent. So I’m wondering if the families of Charhollow, as well as possibly some of the union-agitators of Coalridge and/or the Skovlan independence movement, rallied enough to get her into the university despite her background. They paid for her to get in, to get at least the grounding of her education. But for a kid from Charhollow, that’s an uphill fight all the way, even before you get to her own fierce paranoia about letting Imperial forces use anything of hers. She didn’t play nice. Oh, enough to get a few years out of it. Enough to get a nice good glimpse at the science of the Sparkwrights. But not enough to graduate. Not enough to become a Sparkwright. She got drummed out well before then.

And turned to a life of crime. Because the taste she got … there are so many possibilities. Not just lightning barriers or etheric batteries. Anything. All those things considered ‘arcane’, the province of Whispers and sorcerers. Anything magic can do, science can equal. Surpass! See into the ghost field? Manipulate life energy? Those are the basics. Darling, we can do anything!

She’s gotten a little sidetracked. She was sent to the university on the assumption that she’d help her own people, Charhollow and the Skovlanders. In university, it was assumed that she’d help the Empire, the Sparkwrights. But she just. She got distracted. The work is its own reward, you know? She just wants to know how to do things. To try things out. To experiment.

And that requires money. And materials. And, too, some testing grounds. Which, in this city, can’t be in that short of a supply?

(And there’s nothing to say that she won’t share her research, once she has more of it, with the Skovlan independence movement. She does still believe in that. She’s just got to have something to share with them first, you know?)

So. A Skovlan Academic Leech. Her vice is her work, which I think would class as either Weird or Obligation? I’m leaning Weird. She wants to take the arcane and match it scientifically. That’s going to involve digging her hands into everything magic is capable of. She’s going to learn things, and take what she’s learned, and build things from it. Scientifically!

Enemies and allies. I think Jul, the blood dealer, is going to be an excellent ally. She needs plasm. And leviathan blood is a good source. She’s made sure to be friendly with him. And enemies … Let’s go with Malista, a priestess. Science vs magic, fight!

For her action dots, she gets two in Tinker and one in Wreck from Leech. For her Skovlan heritage, we’ll give her a dot of Finesse, from growing up in the crime hubs of Charhollow and Coalridge. For her Academic background, obviously we’ll go Study. And then for the two free dots, one more in Study, for science! And one in Attune, for digging into magic to make it science.

Her name is Sethla Kilscovan. She’s a tiny, compact, energetic woman with a self-cropped shock of bright red hair, hands stained with unknowable fluids, and a rather intense, wild-eyed expression pinned to her exuberant features. Her alias is Gleam, for the mad light in her eyes. She’s got ideas. So very many ideas! All she needs is just a little more money and a little more time, and maybe a test subject or two, and she be happy to show you them! Heh.

Yes. A mad scientist Skovlander Leech. Because inventing is a lot of fun in this game.

#blades in the dark #character concepts #leeches #mad scientists #invention #gadgets #fun with plasm!#this is such a cool setting to go supervillain in

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